Awake (2012): Season 1, Episode 12 - Two Birds - full transcript

Previously, on "Awake"...

When I woke up I realized
that I hadn't gone back at all.

- And that's never happened before.
- No.

It doesn't make any sense.
Why would it suddenly stop now?

Why am I seeing you?
I don't know.

Why can't I get back to Rex?
I don't know.

Could you just leave me alone
for a few minutes?

How can I leave you alone
if I'm you?

How do I explain

that one of my officers
ran through traffic

and then ran away
from the scene



of the resulting accidents?

I'm sorry. They're going
to hand down a suspension

pending a full investigation
into your actions.

Dad!

Rex!

What is it?

There was no accident.

That's what I had to understand.

They were trying to kill me.

So seeing Detective
Hawkins at this carnival

triggered memories of something

that you have been unwilling
or unable to remember:

The accident itself.

So to understand these memories
you present them to yourself



in a language that
you've become familiar with:

The language
of this ongoing dream.

You're missing the point.

Dr. Evans, what-what I had
to force myself to remember,

what I had to find...
there before I could come back to here

was that it wasn't an accident,

that this Hawkins
ran me off the road,

that he was trying to kill me.

Have you found any evidence
that he tried to kill you?

I'm still looking.

Don't you see?

That's why I couldn't
wake up there.

I had to stay here
until I remembered.

Is it possible that you're not
actually remembering this,

but inventing it?

No. It isn't.

Are you sure?

Accepting the responsibility for
the accident that killed your son

might be so unbearable that
you created a scapegoat.

Seeing Detective Hawkins
at the carnival led you

to the memory that he was
on the scene that night,

that he was helping you, but your mind
twisted and distorted that memory

to help you cope...
...creating a paranoid delusion

that you believe
that he ran you off the road.

It's not what I believe.

It's what I saw.

It's what happened.

Except that there's no evidence
to support your theory, is there?

I'll find the evidence.

In your memory, you saw
Detective Hawkins before he hit you.

As he hit me.

How did you see him?

In the mirror.

Your side mirror?

Yeah.

Has it been your experience
that you can see faces

of the people driving
the car behind you...

He switched his lights off
so that I wouldn't see him

when he pulled up alongside me.

So you saw his face in the dark.

Look, doctor, I know what I saw.

I'm sure that it does feel real,
detective,

but our memories are notoriously unreliable,
especially in the face of trauma.

I'm sure that you've dealt
with eyewitnesses

who are certain of what they
saw, only to be proven wrong.

You know the studies of subjects who
defend their memory of an event

even after being shown videotape
evidence to the contrary.

Let me ask you this way:

As a detective, if a witness
were telling you this story,

would you find it credible?

I am a detective.

I know what I saw.

And you're not answering
my question.

Think about a case where
the key piece of evidence,

a piece that everything hinged
on, was one split-second glance

in a mirror in the dark.

Now, do you think that
that's a case you could win?

This isn't a hypothetical case.

This is not a study.

It's not my imagination.

Detective Hawkins ran me off the
road and destroyed my family.

He is the reason we'll never
all be together again.

I'm as sure of that
as I've ever been of anything.

Detective, where are you going?

I should never have called you.

I'm sorry.

I have work to do.

So tell me how this works.

I'm awake with my
wife, and I close my eyes,

I open them,
I'm awake with my son.

And this has been happening
since the accident?

So you begin
working on one case

here in reality,
and then suddenly

you begin working another case
there in your dream.

It all feels
completely real to me.

You can't tell whether you're
awake or asleep at this very moment?

Well, I can assure you, Detective
Britten, this is not a dream.

That's exactly
what the other shrink said.

My mom says I can go as long as
I finish my essay.

How far are you?

Just trying to figure out
my conclusion.

It was a good book.
You should read it.

Mr. Clark would never assign
catcher in the rye.

He thinks American literature
peaked Moby dick.

I meant you read
it, like, on your own.

Maybe I will.

Well, I better get back
to it, but assume I'm going.

All right, cool.
It's gonna be perfect beach weather.

Text you when I wake up.

Okay, bye.

Sounds like you and Emma
are getting on well.

Yeah, finally.

Whenever you do that, it usually
means I'm in some kind of trouble.

No, you're not in trouble,
but I-I do need to talk to you

about a, about a case
I'm working on.

A case?

Is that what you've been doing
in the garage?

Yeah.

You've been stuck in there,
like, the last two days.

Why haven't you been working
from the office?

It's complicated.

Look, things are... Might get a little
rough for me over the next few days.

While I'm dealing with it,
I'd rather you weren't around.

Why not?

'Cause I'm going after
a dangerous guy.

Not that he would go after you, but
I'd rather be on the safe side.

What about you?

Oh, I can handle it.

I just don't want to be worrying about
you, so your aunt Carol's been going on

about wanting to spend time
with you up in Visalia.

She's on her way.
She'll pick you up in an hour.

I just made plans to go to the
beach with Emma tomorrow morning.

I know, and I'm sorry, but
you're gonna have to push it.

She already changed
her plans for me once.

I'm not gonna make her change them again.
Rex! Listen to me.

I need you to go
to aunt Carol's.

This guy you're going after...
what did he do?

Doesn't matter.

You're kinda freaking me out.

I'm sorry.

Look, it's all gonna be fine.

You're gonna be okay.
I'm gonna be okay.

I need you to go pack
a bag right now.

All right?

Hey. Hey.

I love you, kid.

I love you, too.

Captain's all over me
to close out the Chapin case.

I need Michael's
follow-up.

He's out sick.

Again?

Call him.

I've been trying him
for two days.

He usually gets back to me.

You try his house?

What do you think?

Okay, I'll do the follow-up.

This is Michael Britten.
Please leave me a message.

Hey, Mike, it's me again.

Uh, this time,
I'm calling from your house.

You know, your car isn't here,
so I'm becoming concerned.

Give me a call
as soon as you can.

All right, bye.

Detective Freeman, come in.

Thanks for seeing me
on such short notice.

Well, you said
that it was important.

I'm concerned about Michael,

and I'm wondering if you can
tell me if I have reasons to be.

Why don't you sit down?

Now you understand
that I am not at liberty

to talk about the work
with my patients.

Unless they present a danger
to themselves or others.

In that case, the law compels
you to tell the police.

How much do you know about why
Detective Britten started seeing me?

Well, Mike has some memory
issues after the accident.

Got into a couple
of temper flare-ups.

Captain said he needed to see a shrink
if he wanted to stay on the force.

Then you realize that if I share
any doubts about Detective Britten

with captain Harper, it
would end his career.

I'm not captain Harper.

Maybe if you could-could be more
specific about your concerns.

Okay, Mike's been out sick
the last couple of days.

I been trying to call him.
He hasn't returned my calls.

Uh, I went to the house;
He wasn't there.

I'm looking around;
Then I go into his garage,

and he has this collection
of police reports, photos.

I mean, everything
surrounding his accident,

and then he has this
whole other bunch of files

about some... Detective ed Hawkins
from the Western division.

I mean, case work,
personal information.

Now, look, if there's something that
I should know, you need to tell me.

You're putting me
in an impossible position.

If I have something to worry
about, I want to know.

The fact that you're here right
now answers your question.

So if you're considering
some kind of intervention,

you might want to do it
sooner than later.

Put your hands up now.

Britten...

What's going on?

That's what
you're gonna tell me.

Look, I'm sorry,
but I'm a bit confused.

Why don't we skip the part

where you pretend you don't
know what I'm doing here.

You murdered my family, you son of
a bitch, and I want to know why.

We all know you've been
having some issues.

I have your attention now?

You need to get me
to the hospital, Britten.

Here's what I'm gonna do next.

I'm gonna shoot your knees out.
Then you'll never walk again.

Don't! Please!

Three, two, one...
It was Westfield!

The Westfield case, Michael.

It all starts with Westfield.

Westfield?

I never found anything
at Westfield.

Heroin.

We've been taking evidence the
narcotics division confiscated

and selling it off ourselves.

Kept it at Westfield,
until you started asking around.

Then we had to move our shipment
and sit on it.

That's when they decided
you had to go.

Who's "they"?

I just did what I was told.

I had nothing to do with this.

Who?!
They will kill me!

I'll kill you,
you son of a bitch.

Who is "they"?

Take me to the hospital.

Call IA, get me protection,
I will tell you everything.

So you can go back to saying you
don't know what I'm talking about?

I swear, I won't.

I have evidence.

Where?

My laptop... it's on the table.

There's a file in it.

There's a file.

What's the file called?

"Lease agreement."
It's in the "records" folder.

Password?

How do I know you won't kill me?

You don't.

Bird.

What the hell are you doing?

He came after me.

But this is his house.

I'm telling you,
I had no choice.

I know what you've been doing.

I saw the garage.

Talked to Dr. Evans.

I'll explain everything.

But first,
you got to give me your gun.

Michael... Bird.

I'm not asking, I'm telling you.

Give me your gun.

Or what?

You gonna shoot me, too?

Michael, we can figure this out.

We can go back to the station, and
you can tell me what happened.

I'm not going in without proof;
I just shot a cop.

Proof of what?

Hawkins and his partners were
running drugs out of Westfield.

That's why they
tried to kill me.

Hey, he just admitted it to me.

You broke into the man's house
with a gun.

He'd have told you
whatever you wanted to hear.

I have evidence on his laptop.

There's a locked file.

I don't have the password.

Okay, then we still need
to go to the station

and have the techs
take a look at it for you.

I don't know
who else is in on this.

That thing gets into
the wrong hands, forget it.

Okay, so what's your plan?

I'm gonna find someone
to unlock the file.

Who?
I don't know!

All right?

What if you're wrong?

I'm not wrong.

What if you go into this file
and don't find what

you're looking for...
I'm not wrong!

Will you then go into
the station with me?

You remember that weird dude
from Angelino Heights?

Uh, Francis... whatever.

You know, he helped us
with the identity theft thing.

The kid who left Google?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Well, I have his number
in my phone.

Call him.

Really?

Where's your phone?

Right pocket.

Ting)

Where you going?

Uh, I just, uh, I got
something I got to do.

What do you have to do?

Uh, it's a-a case
I got to close up.

Michael, you're suspended.

Why don't you just
take some time off?

Where's my gun?

You turned it in.

The one from the closet.

Michael, you-you haven't been
yourself these past few days,

and I got worried,
so... I moved it.

What do you need
a gun for, Michael?

I don't.

Listen... can you
do me a favor?

Can you stay
out of the house today?

Call me before you come back.

You're scaring me.

What's going on?

I'll call you.

Hey, what's up?

Are you alone?

Hey, give me a sec.

Hey, sorry, man.
I was meaning to call you.

I heard Harper put you on leave.

Yeah.

Listen, I need you to meet me.

When?

Right now.

Now? Look, I got to go
interview a witness downtown.

Now, Bird.

Okay.

Well, I guess I can get Hawkins
to cover for me, so...

No, no. You can't tell anyone you're
meeting me, especially Hawkins.

Why?

I'll explain it to you
when I see you.

The park on Sixth and Curson.

Hot dog stand?

Yeah.

On my way.

Okay, mom, I'll get
there as soon as I can.

All right?

Pain in the ass.

What? Everything all right?
Pipe burst

in my mother's apartment;
I got to go help her out.

Can you cover
the witness for me?

Sure.

Thanks. I'll get there
as soon as I can.

Okay.

What the hell's going on?

What did you tell Hawkins?

That I had to go fix
a leak at my mom's. Why?

Do you think he bought it?

I don't know. Hey.

What's going on?

Hawkins?

No way. Not possible.

I'm telling you, your
source is wrong.

I can prove it to you.
How?

There's a file...
an encrypted file on his laptop.

I need you to copy it
and send it to me.

Mike, that sounds crazy.

I know what it sounds like,
but once you see the file...

Look, I'm not stealing
from another cop's computer.

Bird...
He's my partner.

What was I? Huh?

What was I?

And for how long?

I know you're going through a rough
time, and a suspension on top of it...

It's got nothing
to do with the suspension.

This is about a man who tried
to kill me and he killed my son.

All right, so for Rex's sake, for our
sake, for all the years we spent

watching each other's back,
I'm asking you, trust me.

One last time.

Get me this file.

Bird... I'm begging you.

Please.

You better be right.

They could've been talking
about anything.

Why would he lie about where he
was going, who he was meeting?

What's this he's handing him?

I don't know.

Again, it could be anything.

Britten knows.

No, we don't know that.

He's having sketch artists
draw pictures.

He's chasing Hawkins down the street...
And he's suspended.

You think he needs a badge
to bring this down?

They got to go.

They?

Look at these pictures.

You want to risk
everything on the hope

that they're just talking
about the weather?

If Britten tells Bird anything, Britten
disappears and Bird finds out,

Bird's gonna be all over this.

We got to clean this up
once and for all.

You're talking about
two decorated police officers.

No, I'm talking about
one decorated police officer

and one suspended, mentally
unstable police officer.

We can make this work for us.

How fast can you move on this?

Say the word.

Hi.
Hi.

Hey, perfect timing, man.

Look... I'm on hold with
a repair guy for my mom,

and there's nobody else
in the bullpen.

And I been dying of thirst.

You think you could, uh,
pick up a soda?

Okay.

Thanks, man. You know,
I been on there for a while.

They'd probably pick up
and hang up if I run away.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.
You know how it is.

Right, right. Diet soda?

That's funny.

Appreciate it, though.

I got your back.
You know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know you do.

All right.

Where's my soda?

Broken.

Ah...
Cutbacks.

Everything all right
with your mom?

Yeah, you know, you fix one thing and
then ten more give you problems.

I know exactly how you feel.

It's downloading right now.

You're doing
the right thing, Bird.

You mean lying to my partner
or risking my job?

Look, wait till
you see the file.

I promise you,
you'll understand.

So either my new partner's dirty
or my old one's paranoid.

I'm not paranoid.
You'll see.

Either way, it's a lose-lose
situation for me.

I'm sorry.

Promise me you'll get help
if you're wrong.

I'm not wrong.

How you gonna access the file?
It's encrypted.

Remember Francis, the weird kid
in angelino heights?

The Google guy?

Yeah, of course.

He's my guy.

I'll call you from there.

Mike...

Who is it?

Francis, this is
Detective Britten.

I was Detective Freeman's
partner.

Open up.

I need a favor.

I don't do favors.

It's a job.

A private job.

I'll pay you for it.

Francis!

You look like crap.

Thanks.

What kind of job is it?

You gonna let me in?

I don't know yet.

You don't know.

I'm not gonna know until you tell me
what kind of job you're talking about.

I need you to decrypt a
password-protected file.

It's on a disc image.
What do you charge for that?

It depends.

On what?

If the password's five characters,
I can crack it in an hour.

Six, it's gonna take 24.

Seven characters...
Whew... two weeks.

Two...!
Two weeks.

And that's twice as fast as the
next guy, so you're welcome to...

All right, I got this.
Here, for a down payment.

It's a rolex submariner.

It's got to be worth at least...
I know what it is.

What, did you steal this
from evidence?

No.

Okay, then how's a cop afford
a timepiece like this?

He inherits it from his father.

You must really want
to get in this file.

Whatever you're
working on, put it down.

We got a rush job.

These local merchants
are right on the street.

They know what's going on out there
better than anybody in this room.

But they're starting to tell each other...
I gotta go see my mom.

Damn plumbers cost more
than them plastic surgeons.

And they don't even show up.

Right.

...your cars, if you're driving by, they
look out the window, you look in then?

No, you don't;
You keep on going.

You find anything?

Yeah.

Hawkins isn't as smart
as he thinks he is,

or he would've used more
characters in his password.

Did you find something?

A lease agreement for a self-storage
facility, dated five months ago.

Am I missing something?

The lease started the day
after Westfield shut down.

The day after.

So you're saying that Hawkins
moved drugs from Westfield

into this storage facility.

Well, he moved something.

And then they tried
to kill me the same night.

You think the timing's
a coincidence?

Well, unless we find drugs
in the storage container,

the lease doesn't prove anything
except that Hawkins rented out space.

Well... he's in this
with at least one other cop.

Who?

Kessel. Carl Kessel.

You sure?

Well, I'm looking at his signature
on a scanned copy of the lease.

He's the captain over here.

Think about it.
It makes sense.

Kessel would've assigned Hawkins
to you to watch over you,

see if you knew anything.

Okay, then we better find out
what's in the storage container.

What time do you get off?

I'll meet you at your place.

6:00. If I'm not there,
you know where the key is.

Thanks, partner.

Don't thank me yet.

If the store owners don't feel safe, then
we can't count on their cooperation,

which is crucial to what we do.

So I need every one of you to
start getting out of your cars,

and putting in some face time
with these people.

Make sure they know
we're on their side.

So your father...
He really give you this?

Yeah.

Where'd he get it?

His father.

Hey, just... take it.

Rather have you owe me.

It should have been me...
Not you.

Not either of you.

But I swear to you both that I will
find the people who did this...

And I'll make them pay.

Bird, you home?

Bird!

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

No...

Let me see your hands.

You son of a bitch.

Now!

Just having a few beers...
With my partner.

Watching the game.

You stormed in.

Going off about some
crazy conspiracy theory.

Bird tried to calm you down,
and you shot him.

So I fired back.

Self-defense.

No one's ever gonna believe
I would hurt Bird.

We'll see.

IA knows about the storage unit.

That's not true.
You're lying.

I took the file off your laptop.

It had the lease with your name
and Kessel's name on it.

You're lying.

Then how do I know
your password's "tulip"?

I'll start by confirming what most
of you know already:

Just over an hour ago,

our former colleague, Detective
Isaiah Freeman, was murdered

by one of our own...
Detective Michael Britten.

Like many of you,
I worked with Isaiah for years.

He was an excellent detective, but,
more than that, he-he was a friend.

This is a tragic loss,
and I am... saddened.

But right now, everyone in this room needs
to focus on finding Michael Britten

before he can harm anyone else.

This is our responsibility as officers
of the law and as colleagues of Isaiah.

Detective Britten's
psychological health

has been in question for some time now,
and at this point, we can only assume

that he has crossed
into psychosis.

He's also extremely well-trained,
armed, and dangerous.

If, at any point, during the course of
apprehending him, you have to choose

between putting your own life
at risk or using lethal force

as far as I'm concerned,
there's no choice at all.

Do what you have to do
to protect yourself

and the lives of the people
around you.

Brief me every half-hour
until we find him.

Let's make this right.

That's all.

Detective... My office.

When did you last hear
from Britten?

Not since he was suspended.

I called him a couple of times.

And he didn't call you back? No.

Okay. Can you think of anything
that he said to you,

any possible insight
into where his mind is at?

If there is, you need to tell me now
because it could save lives. Yes, ma'am.

But I really can't
think of anything.

Did he talk about
any crazy theories?

Theories?
I don't know.

I mean, I'm not the one
who had a psychotic break.

Did you notice any
change in his, in his behavior?

Did he express
any paranoid delusions,

talk of conspiracies
against him?

No.

Captain...
For the last few months,

me and Britten had worked a lot
of cases together,

and, yes, I have seen him
do some weird things.

But you get to know someone,

and I swear, there is no way
he'd kill his old partner.

It's just not possible, and I
keep thinking to myself,

there's gotta be
other explanations...

No, you can just stop right
there, detective. Captain...

We had a veteran officer murdered in
cold blood in front of an eyewitness.

And you sit here
and you make excuses

because you and britten
had a few heart-to-hearts?

I'm giving you
my honest opinion.

Based on what,
your vast experience?

You save your compassion for detective
Bird and his friends and family,

not his killer.

We're done.

Attention, all units:

Respond to a 187,
corner of spring and 803.

Bird.

Thank God.

For what?

Just that you're here, brother.

Well, I wish I wasn't.

Not under these circumstances.

Look, uh, I'm going to give you
some advice as a friend.

Just keep your mouth shut.

All that crazy stuff about Hawkins
killing Hannah for heroin and...

Just keep that to yourself.

It's only gonna make things wor...
Are you listening to me?

Where's Hawkins' laptop?

What?
I know the password.

Tulip.

The password to the encrypted
file... I know it now.

Look, you've been out cold
for the last half an hour.

How you gonna know something you
didn't know a half an hour ago?

Because I do, okay? I...
Come on!

Look.

You know the last few months

there have been things that...
That I couldn't know.

But I know them anyway.

Right?

This is like that.

Just trust me.

The password is "tulip."

J-just try it
for me.

All right.

It's in that folder.

Tulip.

T-u-l...
Look, I know how to spell "tulip."

Open the third document down.

That's the lease agreement
for a storage unit

where they moved the drugs
the day of my accident.

Look at the name of the company
it's leased to.

Westfield distribution.
Right. See who signed it.

Carl kessel.

That's Hawkins' precinct chief.

Oh, now, h-how did you...
Doesn't matter.

It's proof.

Let's go and show it to
who we need to show it to.

Let's go and find out
who killed my wife and why.

I'll need to take another look at
this before you send it to district.

Thank you.
Yes, ma'am.

Come into the office.

What happened to you?

Why is he in cuffs?

Because he shot and killed
the Detective Ed Hawkins

from the Western division,
but before you even think

about charging him, I think you want
to listen to what he has to say

and take a look at what
we found in Hawkins' house.

The accident that killed
my wife wasn't an accident.

It was an attempt on my life.

The reason I was targeted because
I received an anonymous tip

about heroin being distributed through
Westfield distribution center

by at least two dirty cops.

You've got nothing.

I got a full confession.

From who, Hawkins?

The detective
that you shot dead?

Did he sign something?

No... yes, he signed the lease
for the storage unit

with his captain,
this captain kessel,

on the day he tried to kill me;
Isn't that enough?

How does signing
a lease agreement prove that

he stole heroin from narcotics
division and was selling it?

I-it doesn't.
That's what I'm saying.

That's why we gotta open up the storage
unit before kessel gets a chance

to move the drugs.

Michael, you know, I'm
struggling to understand. Why?

What, all of a sudden,
brought you to these people?

My memory.

Your memory.

I remember.

Hawkins...
My memory's coming back.

If you open this storage facility,
you'll see that I'm right.

And does your memory tell you
about anyone or anything else?

No.

I mean, not so far.

There must be someone
in narcotics obviously.

Did Hawkins say anything else?

No.

Who else did you tell
about this?

We came straight to you.

And Hawkins' body,
you just left it there?

Yeah.

All right.

I need to send a team
over there.

We've got to secure the crime scene.
No, no, you can't.

Look, if captain kessel finds
out Hawkins is dead, that's it.

He'll move the drugs
or-or get away.

Hawkins...
he's in his house.

The door's locked.
He's dead.

He's not going anywhere.

Tricia... I'm telling you,
these bastards killed my wife.

Believe me.

Captain, we're gonna have to look
into the storage facility eventually.

Why not let me get a small team
together and go check it out.

Okay.

Thank you.

I don't know why
you're thanking me.

You'll be waiting in a holding
cell, and if Bird doesn't

come back with something better than
your word against a dead cop's,

I don't know how you're
going to get out of there.

We will.

Mike... I don't know how
you know what you know...

But I damn sure hope
you're right.

Me, too.