Awake (2012): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

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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.

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