"(crickets chirping)" "(tires screeching)" "(crashing)" "(screaming)" "(metal creaking)" "DR. LEE:" "So, tell me how this works." "BRITTEN:" "I don't know." "I close my eyes." "I open them." "Same as you." "MINISTER:" "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." "We now lay Rex Thomas..." "DR. LEE:" "Let's just start at the beginning." "BRITTEN:" "No." "Let's start at right now." "Fair enough." "I understand you've gone back to work." "Mm-hmm." "(thunder rumbles)" "DR. LEE:" "And they've got you working with a partner?" "VEGA:" " Detective Britten, over here." "BRITTEN:" " New guy, Vega." "They just want someone to hold my hand until they know I'm okay." "And are you okay?" "Yes." " Witnesses?" "VEGA:" " Yeah," "I interviewed about 20, uh, most were in the bar and came out after, but didn't actually see the cab driver get shot." "But this one guy, Mr. Weaver, he lives right above the..." "Where is he?" "He's over there, sir." " How you doing?" " Good, thanks." "I understand you saw the whole thing?" "Um, well, not the crime, exactly." "I just heard some shots, and then I looked out, and saw some guy run away." "Where did he run?" "It was up the block that way, and then into that alley around the corner, but, uh..." "Didn't I already tell you this?" "Yes, in..." "Thanks for your help." "VEGA:" "Thank you." "Sir, as I was trying to say, the witnesses on the ground confirm..." "There's a camera on that building over there." "Go see if it caught anything useful." "What?" "Well, I-I-I been meaning to thank you, sir." "I been passed over for detective, twice, before this assignment, so I'm pretty sure I'd still be in uniform if you hadn't requested me." "I didn't request anyone." "If you got promoted, it has nothing to do with me." "They probably didn't want to waste anyone else's time baby-sitting me." "Now, go check the camera." "DR. LEE:" "And then what?" "BRITTEN:" "Then I go home." " Hey." " Oh, hey." "You're just in time to help me clean up." "You finished downstairs already?" "Yeah, I did the study, too." "Wow." "You're quick." "I'd still be on the first wall." "DR. LEE:" "Did she start redecorating the house after the accident?" "Right after the funeral." "That's a common reaction, just looking for ways to start fresh." "Has she gotten to your son's room?" "BRITTEN:" "I don't think she's even been in there yet." "DR. LEE:" "And then what?" "BRITTEN:" "I wake up." "(door opens)" " Morning." " Morning." "(horn honks outside)" "That's Aaron." "I gotta go." "(dog barking)" "So, uh, what about the match?" "What about it?" "I was thinking of coming." "Whatever you want." "DR. EVANS:" "And you said the tennis is new?" "Yeah, well, sort of." "His mom's, uh... was a very good player." "She played in college." "She taught him." "He used to play a lot until he discovered football." "But he's decided to take it up again." "Since your wife's funeral." "Yeah." "(sniffs)" "What's the purpose of the rubber band?" "Oh, it just helps me keep things straight." "Green is Rex's favorite color." "I-I wear a red one when I'm with Hannah." "You mean, in your dreams." "Yeah." "What else?" "(shutter clicks)" "Morning, Detective." " You see this coffee maker?" " Uh-huh." "$600." "My ex-wife, she wanted one of these." "I told her she wanted a $600 coffee maker, she should not have married a police." "Eventually, we agreed on that." "Tell me what you see, I'll tell you what you miss." "Husband and wife victims?" " Mm-hmm." " Multiple stab wounds." "Some signs they put up a fight." "Also some signs that they lost." "Any money?" "Wallet, purse?" "Gone, along with one of the cars, a BMW." "All right, so, what am I missing, hm?" "Home invasion that turned messy." "This is why I've avoided success at all costs." "I mean, you work your whole life to get some nice stuff just so somebody can come along and kill you for it." "Calendar on the fridge says the girl was at a practice." "Hoping to track her down now." "Also says the parents should have been at a meeting." "Bet they wish they'd gone." "(sniffing)" "You smell that?" "Come on, you know I've had a cold since the Clinton Administration." "(inhaling)" "(groaning):" "Ah... girl was here when it happened." "How do you know?" "She hid in the closet, pissed herself, so either she ran when the killer left, or..." "He took her." "Damn, that's what I get for hoping." "People!" "New deal!" "DR. EVANS:" "And this has been happening since the accident?" "Yeah." "That's fascinating." "Uh, not to be insensitive, it's just that... we come up with all sorts of ways to get through the loss of a loved one." "Like your son taking up his mother's sport to maintain some sense of connection with her." "But your mind... it's simply created an entire reality where you haven't actually lost your wife at all." "I don't think I've ever seen a coping mechanism quite like it." "An elaborate and ongoing dream in which you haven't lost your son, relieving you of the obligation of dealing with his death." "Maybe." "I'm sorry?" "Whether I'm with my wife or with my son... it all feels completely real to me." "DR. EVANS:" "You mean you're not sure which is a dream?" "Meaning you can't tell whether you're awake or asleep at this very moment?" "Incredible." "BRITTEN:" "Of course I'm awake." "I'm awake with my wife, and I close my eyes, I open them, and I'm awake with my son." "DR. EVANS:" "Well, I can assure you, Detective Britten, this is not a dream." "What?" "That's exactly what the other shrink said." "AWAKE S01 Ep.01" " Pilot" "Right here;" "take a look at this." "Could hardly ask for a better angle." "Boom." "Hm, and right there, turns right to the camera." "Like he meant to look at it." "Why would he do that?" "Detectives... we've got another one." "Another what?" "Dead cabbie." "(indistinct conversation)" "Cab pulls up, door opens, two loud bangs, pop, pop." "Everybody scatters." "Driver runs up on the sidewalk while the suspect walks right into the crowd." "Skinny, cowboy hat, big sunglasses?" "Mm-mm." "Overweight, heavy beard, some kind of ball cap." "Oh, that's wonderful." "We got a killer who does costume changes." "Let me guess." "He got himself caught on camera again?" "Hey, Jimmy, give him the photo." "JIMMY:" "Here you go." "BIRD:" "Almost like he posed for it." "You start taking statements;" "I'll see if I can find out anything out about the driver." "Yes, sir." "Captain's moving me over to Western." "What?" "Why?" "Calling it a promotion, which is what they called it when they split us up." "I figure they don't want my desk anywhere near yours." "You watch yourself with him." "Captain isn't moving me and getting her man to look over your shoulder for nothing." "There's nothing for him to see." "I'm fine." "Which is what I told her, and I'm being transferred." "So which is the faster way for him to get to where he wants to go?" "Telling the chief what she wants to hear, or telling her that you're fine?" "DR. LEE:" "Detective, this is a safe place." "Doctor-patient confidentiality means that what you share with me stays with me." "I'm not here to judge, I'm here to help." "(scoffing):" "You're not here to judge?" "!" "My job depends on what you write down on that piece of paper." "You're doing your job, Detective." "I don't see any reason to change that." "In fact, I see value in you returning to a familiar routine." "But the loss you suffered is enormous, and for your health, you have to process it and deal with it, and I can help." "But not if you don't let me." "Have you told your wife about what you're experiencing?" "At first, I told her everything." "How he'd given up football and gone back to tennis." "About the girl who kept calling him." "I don't know," "I think maybe I thought I could be a bridge, or something." "That even if they couldn't see each other, maybe if I told her about him, it would be like we were all still together." "You know, but to her, he's not still alive, and, uh..." "hearing about it, talking about it wasn't comforting." "It was torture." "Just as you continue to imagine a life with him, your wife is coping by beginning to imagine a life without him." "But I assure you, however she might appear, she's not grieving any less." "Did she tell you why she wants to move?" "She says it's... too hard to live with the empty room upstairs." "And yet, you're determined to stay there." "MICHAEL:" "For me, the room upstairs isn't empty." "Well, thanks for your help." "Yeah." " Hey, Bird!" " Yeah." "We got a stolen car found in the neighborhood." "It's got to be how the killer got to the scene." "The neighbors said they saw it as early as 5:00 p.m." "Time of death isn't till 9:00." "So, if he just wants to rip off a couple of rich people, what's he waiting for?" "The girl." "She doesn't get dropped off till 8:45." "15 minutes later, the parents are dead, and they're out of there." "You say they were supposed to be at a meeting?" "Uh-huh." "So, guy thinks he's gonna find her alone, when he doesn't..." "He knows her, he knows them." "This wasn't a robbery." "This was a planned abduction." " Let's talk to the watch commander." " Okay, come on." "Hey." "Uh, I got something I got to do." "Now?" "I just need an hour." "Two, max." "For what?" "I told someone I'd be somewhere." "BRITTEN:" "Yeah!" "After two years playing football," "I didn't expect him to end up in the final." "Tara." "I'm the coach." " Oh." "Right." "How do you do?" " Hi." "He's exceptionally talented." "He had a very good teacher." "I'm so sorry." "Your wife was an amazing person." "Thanks." "You know, uh, we used to play doubles together." "Very briefly." "She used to mop the floor with us kids who thought we were ready for the tour." "She's the one who should have played professionally." "You think so?" "I did." "She was better than me." "I guess the grind just didn't appeal to her." "Appealed to you, though?" "Thought it would be a lot more winning Wimbledon and less qualifying in New Jersey." "I don't really know what he's doing out there." "He just..." "It was his mother he used to talk to, you know?" "We've talked about it a little." "Really?" "What does he say?" "He misses her a lot." "This helps him miss her a little less." "(applause)" "Match point." "You know, if he wins this easily after a long layoff," "I may never get him to practice." "Yeah!" "(applause and whistling)" "Rex?" "Hey." "Rex?" "Son, you okay?" "Hey, you're okay." "(crying) It's okay." "Okay." "(crying continues)" "Okay." "That is the best show on TV." "No way." "I watch total garbage TV, and I don't even watch that." "REX:" "Oh, come on." "It's about models." "I think that holds a different appeal for a 15 year-old boy than it does for me." "What about you, Michael?" "You have a favorite show?" "Uh... yeah." "I like the one with the, uh, deranged chef." "Really?" "I always thought Mom recorded that." "No, that's me." "Why?" "You like it?" "It's okay." "Did you see the one where he made that guy...?" "(phone buzzing)" "It's fine." "Hey, sorry." "Yeah." "Britten." "Hey, it's Bird." "We found the kidnapper's car." "Waverly Long Term Parking lot by the docks." "How quick can you get here?" "Yeah, I got to take Rex home, and then, uh..." "TARA:" "I can take him if you want." "Yeah, I'll get a ride with Tara." "You sure that's okay?" "Uh, I'll be right there." "Thanks." "TARA:" "Sure." "REX:" "Dad?" "Um..." "I'm..." "I'm glad you came today." "Me, too." "This your idea or Tara's?" "She-she's good at this kind of stuff." "All right." "I'll see you at home." "I won't be late, I promise." "BRITTEN:" "What do we got?" "BIRD:" "Lot security found the parents' car." "Now, from the blood trail here, it looks like the kidnapper takes the girl out of the stolen Beemer and sticks her into whatever was parked in space 572." "Take a look." "Now, it was drizzling an hour ago." "The crime guy shot these before the ground dried." "Now, the plan is to go over the plate numbers of all the cars in the lot, and see if anybody saw anything." "See if they remember what was parked in space 572." " Mm-hmm." " Actually... let's see if they remember what was parked behind him in space 611." "611." "Why?" "Well, look, they both got a dry spot, about the same, so," "I figure 611 left the same time as 572." "Whoever was parked in 611 probably the last person to see the kidnapper's car." "Wait a minute, so you're saying, you want to ask people about the space the car wasn't  parked in?" "You know what?" "I'll call myself." "Just send me all the numbers, I'll call from home." "You okay?" "Yeah." "How's Rex?" "I mean, how's he doing?" "He lost his mother." "How's anybody supposed to handle that?" "Don't forget, we have dinner tonight." " Reservation's at 8:00." " Mm-hmm." "Um, do me a favor." "Don't wear any of your suits from work." "They creep me out." "(indistinct chatter on TV)" "(sighs)" "(cheering, indistinct chatter)" " Hey, Vega?" " Yeah." "Pull the tapes." " The security tapes?" " Yeah." "We've seen 'em, like, 100 times." "This guy..." "once he ditches the disguise, he could come back and stand in the crowd all day, we'd never know it." "Why would he do that?" "Think about it..." "look into the camera, the disguises." "He loves that he can practically turn himself in, and we still can't catch him." "I'm willing to bet he likes to have a front row seat to watch us flail." "And we run the tapes through the hours  after  the murders, maybe we can catch a face that pops out in both crowds." "Yeah?" "Black beard and a wig matching the eyewitness descriptions turned up in a Dumpster" "15 blocks from the second cab murder scene." "Managed to pull a single red hair from the wig." " We'll run the DNA." " Oh, great." "Yeah, but the database is so small." "Unless he's been in some serious trouble before, we probably won't get a hit." "All right, thanks." "Well, we know we're looking for a redhead." "That's something, right?" "Yeah." "Pull the tapes." "All right, first up, 611 Waverly." "All right, Ginger." "Where are you?" "What did you say?" "Ginger?" "No." "611 Waverly?" "Yeah, the restaurant where the first cabbie got killed." "That's the address." "Why?" "BRITTEN:" "There's a Waverly Parking Lot out by the docks, right?" "Well, what does that have to do with this?" "Britten?" "Hey, are you okay?" "Play the tape." "Oh, I'd say it's entirely reasonable." "It's even expected that these sorts of details would begin to cross over." "The things you're wrestling with in real life are likely to manifest themselves in your dream." "I knew about the Waverly parking lot and space 611 before I knew the address of the first cab driver murder." "So, how could I have dreamed it before I knew it?" "But did you?" "You said yourself they were on the paperwork." "You were at the location." "Even if you didn't consciously note it, your brain might've, and if it found it important enough, the details..." "Waverly, 611... would simply manifest themselves in your dreams via this imaginary parking lot." "Or I really saw it in the parking lot first, and it's repeating itself now, in this dream here, to tell me that there's something important going on there." "Detective Britten, as I said, there's no therapeutic value in allowing you to pretend that your realities are interchangeable." "There's no kidnapped child." "There's no car in a parking lot." "And sadly, but crucially, there's no world in which your son survived the accident." "Yeah, well, with all due respect, Doctor," "I don't know that that's true." "If it isn't, then, there's a kidnapped girl who needs my help." "Okay, so, then, let me ask you this." "Which murder came first?" "The cab driver." "So, you begin working on one case, here, in reality, and then, suddenly, you begin working another case, there, in your dream." "And we should also talk about the kind of case that you're working in your dream." "A missing child." "It's the very issue you're struggling to come to terms with, so your subconscious turns it into a case you have to solve." "I understand the pain you feel, Detective, but that pain is echoing in your dreams to tell you you have to deal with it, and not to ignore it." "And when you do, these dreams, fantasies... will end." "And, eventually, so will your pain." "BRITTEN:" "So you're saying as soon as I decide which one is dead, then they'll stop showing up in my dreams?" "I believe that's very likely." "HANNAH:" "What?" "Nothing." "It's just nice to be out." "You already applied?" "What?" "You think I'm too old?" "Oh, I'm sure you can do keg stands with the best of them." "I just..." "What about your work?" "I quit." "Really?" "Okay." "Uh, and where are these schools at?" "Well, one of them's in the city, and the other one is in Oregon." "Oregon." "Is that why you wanted to get dressed up, come out?" "Have this little chat?" "No, I wanted to get dressed up and go out because I think it's time we start doing things again." "You remember that restaurant in New York like this?" "Fancy place." "You pretended to be a food critic." "You got us that great table, that huge meal, all for free." "What made you think of that?" "I was just thinking about how persuasive you can be." "("Maybe Not" by Cat Power playing) dThere's a dream that I see, I pray it can be d" "d Look cross the land, shake this land d" "You want some wine?" "You know what I think?" "I think we should go home." "d We can all be free d d Maybe not in words d d Maybe not with a look d d But with your mind... d" "I think we should get pregnant." "I know." "I know it's fast." "And-and say what you will about us not working through our issues yet, but it's not about replacing him." "Okay?" "It's not." "I just know that I'm going to want to have another one." "And I don't, I don't want to be 100 when he's in high school." "How do you know it would be a boy?" "What?" ""When he's in high school," you said so." "Oh." "How do you know?" " I don't." " Yeah." "So, what do you think?" "I think we should think about it." "For a while." "Okay?" "Mm-hmm." "How's the house coming along?" "Just one more room." "Yeah." "(sighs)" "Did I tell you about my partner's kid playing tennis?" "Hmm?" "This kid." "Reminds me of you." " Me?" " Yeah." "The way... he hit the ball." "I mean, 25 aces in the final." "He crushed the serve." "It was like he poured his whole body into it, you know?" "And he'd..." "he'd drive and shoot the forehand, and catching it, like you're always saying." "Damn it, Michael." "I'm sorry." "You can't do that to me." "Are you having these dreams again?" "I had one." "He's gone." "I miss him, too, Michael, desperately." "But he's gone." "What's the psychiatrist say about it all?" "Oh, you know, he's explaining to me stuff about sleep, dreams." "How everything works." "HANNAH:" "Is it helping?" "BRITTEN:" "Yeah." "I feel better every time I open my eyes." "You suddenly seem very concerned about what's real and what's not." "Well, Dr. Lee said a couple of things that I'm having trouble letting go of." "I think it's useful to ask yourself why you might have created a therapist who is so confrontational." "Is that your vision of how this should work?" "No, that's the whole point." "Why would I invent someone who argues with me?" "Dr. Lee would say that the reason that you're so gentle, agreeing with me because you..." "'cause you are me." "So it's his very nature that has you somehow focused on the idea that he's real, and has this all, suddenly, feeling like your dream." "Okay." "What?" "Just give me a minute." "What are you doing?" "(printer whirrs)" "All right." "Here." "Turn to any page." "Just pick one." "And now, pick a spot about halfway down and start reading." "Out loud." ""The House of Representatives shall be composed" ""of members chosen every second year" ""by the people of the several states," ""and the electors in each state" ""shall have the qualifications requisite..."" "What's going on?" "What am I..." "What am I doing here?" "Have you memorized the entire Constitution?" "No." "Then, if this is a dream, and your son has really died, instead of your wife, and you're just making all of this up, explain to me how you could turn to a random page" "and start quoting it back, word for word." "I can't." "I don't know." "Tell Dr. Lee that Dr. Evans says that it's not as simple as he made it sound." "Why would you do that?" "You seem distracted by this fear that Dr. Lee had made some sort of bulletproof argument, and I just thought that..." "No, no, you said nobody should..." "Wh..." "I don't know the Constitution." "So, how could I..." "How could I do that unless this is..." "(groaning)" "Hannah?" "Hannah!" "Hannah?" "Hannah, you in there?" "Hi, it's Hannah;" "leave a message." "(voicemail beeps) Hey, it's me." "Uh, where are you?" "I mean, I don't know where you are, so, uh..." "I'm not sure what's going on." "It would be great to hear your voice, okay?" "Just give me a call." "Rex?" "Rex!" "No, no, no." "She's here;" "she's here." "Hannah!" "Rex?" "Michael..." "Come on!" "(groaning)" "Michael?" "What are you doing?" "Thank God you're still here." "Of course I'm still here." "What's going on?" "I was calling your name." "Why do you not hear me calling your name?" "Listen to me, it's okay." "All right?" "I'm not going anywhere." "Let me see your hand." "VEGA:" "Can you at least tell me what we're looking for?" " Maybe I can help." " I'm not sure." "Well, then..." "Why are we here?" "I had a dream about it." "Or I'm having a dream." " What?" " Nothing." "Look, we still have partial face matches from the tapes to look over, okay?" "(sighs)" "We... we got witnesses from the other scene." "The witness." "Yeah." "The guy from 611, Weaver." "Mm-hmm." "He said he saw the killer run up the street, turn left at the alley." "Yeah, all the witnesses confirmed that he ran in that direction." "That's what the security tape shows." "I mean, that's what happened." "Did you go up to his apartment?" "Look out of his window?" "No, why would I?" "Everyone had the same story." "There's no window on the other side." "If you're on the ground, you can see the alley from here." "See the killer turn into it." "From up there, there's no way you know that." "Unless you're the one who actually did it." "Call it in." "Hold on." "Is there another entrance?" "Yeah, the back." "Cover it." "(elevator bell dings)" "Hey!" "(frustrated growl)" "Move it!" "Stop!" "Police officer!" "Get out of the way!" "(people screaming) Police!" "VEGA:" "The guy had an apartment full of costumes, teaches eighth grade math." "You were joking, right?" "About what?" "Coming back here because of a dream." "I mean, that's not why we came, right?" "'Cause you doing stuff like that, it's, uh, the sort of thing they've been asking me about." "What have you been saying?" "Nothing." "BIRD:" "Mike, you've been staring at that pavement for the last hour." "I think it's told you what it knows." "Look, the blood trail led right to the car in 572." "Why does it matter what was parked in 611?" "I mean, don't you think if they would've seen anything, like, say, a bleeding little girl being forced out of one car and into another, that we would've heard from them by now?" "Wait." " Wait, that's it." " What's it?" "But we assumed that these vehicles" " left at about the same time." " Okay." "What if they left at exactly the same time?" "You see that dry patch right there?" "That's a tow hitch." "It wasn't a pickup truck here." "It was a..." "a trailer or an RV in 611." "We got four camper hits in the same area we canvass for sex offenders." "Three of them are sitting in their driveways." "And they're sending teams to check them out." "And the other just turned up by a lake in the foothills." "Ranger says the guy's been there since Monday." " Day of the murders." " Uh-huh." "Have you seen his I.D.?" "Did the guy have red hair?" "Red hair?" "Why?" "No reason." "Okay, look, uh, tell them to keep a distant perimeter;" "we're on our way." "Moving up." "What do you got?" "Suspect's inside with the little girl." " Saw it with your own eyes?" " Yes, sir." "What's the best approach?" "(girl whimpering, crying quietly)" "(no voice)" "On the right." "(whimpering)" "(no voice)" "(whimpers)" "(quietly):" "You're safe." "Didn't I tell you what would happened if you tried to get away?" "(gunfire)" "BIRD:" "She says he kept talking about marrying her." "That the Lord had brought them together." "You want to tell me how you knew he had red hair?" "A hunch." "Been a cop for 20 years." "I only seen hunches on TV." "(wry laugh)" "So you're gonna stick with that?" "Uh-huh." "Okay." "BRITTEN:" "She got family to go to?" "An aunt or something." "I'm not even sure she understands what happened yet." "(sighs heavily)" "Remember when you used to think that "solved" and "fixed"" "meant the same thing?" "Your mind will allow you to go endlessly back and forth between these realities, if you let it." "You've created a mental Mobius strip." "How would you like me to help you if you're not willing to participate in a realistic examination of your situation?" "I never said I needed help." "They did." "I'm fine." "Your Blood Alcohol Level was elevated the night of the accident, wasn't it?" "I didn't have anything to drink." "Uh, that's what you said, but the medical report says that it was elevated, was it not?" "Have you considered the possibility that your condition comes not so much from a benevolent desire to keep your son alive, but an intense need to shield yourself from your own responsibility for his death?" "It does raise a whole host of questions." "I'm telling you, there is no way that I drank that night." "But you don't remember anything about what led to the accident?" "No." "Maybe this is all your way of trying to help yourself remember." "Just as you seem to work out your cases in your dreams, perhaps the fact that your wife survived in one and your son in the other, or that you have different partners in each, is actually all a way of getting you" "to think about that night." "Clues, so to speak, about what actually happened." "Detective Britten, this fantasy is far from benign." "While your brain should be resting, recharging, your subconscious is using it to hold up a detail and complicated alternate reality." "If we don't deal with that... this situation will eventually become unsustainable." "Look at your hand." "The moment of panic, of confusion, that led you to do that to yourself... that's just the tip of an iceberg." "The thing is, Doctor... yes, I still see my wife and my son." "And I've also watched both of them lowered into the ground." "And when you see a loved one buried... you have one thought, over and over and over again," "and that's that you would do anything... anything..." "to get them back." "So if you're telling me that the price of seeing them, feeling them... of having them in my life, is my sanity?" "It's a price I will happily pay." "Now, I'll come and see you, and talk to you As long as they make me." "But trust me, when it comes to letting one of them go..." "I have no desire to ever make progress." "You going to see him tonight?" "Yeah." "Tell him I love him." "I will."