Awake (2012): Season 1, Episode 13 - Turtles All the Way Down - full transcript

(Sighs)

(Phone beeps)

Carl: Yeah?

I want to see you.

Is something wrong?

I've missed you.

I've made a reservation
at the silver saddle motel.

Check in.
I'll meet you in 45 minutes.

I'm swamped this morning,
Tricia.

It's not gonna happen.

I will see that
you don't regret it.



What the hell
is the silver saddle motel?

A place where no one
will complain about the noise.

I'll see you in 45 minutes.

(Clicks and beeps phone off)

(Footsteps approach)

(Key rasping in lock)

(Knocking)

(Kessel laughs)

Yes, sir, officer.
(Chuckles)

(Chuckles)

Carl, Britten knows.

What?

He knows about Hawkins.
He knows about you.

He knows about Westfield.



He knows about
the storage locker.

What?!
What are you talking about?

Come out here.

He shot Hawkins, Carl.

He's dead.

Even if we move everything,

the Hawkins investigation
would lead them back to you.

And then what would you do?

What do you mean,
"shot Hawkins"?

Get out here!
Take these cuffs off of me!

You'd tell them about me.

Trish, what are you doing?

Tricia, no!

I'm sorry.

(Sighs)

(Gasping)

{Pub}(Key turning in lock)

(Door unlocking)

Bird: So, somewhere
in the neighborhood

of 200 keys.

It looks like a shipment
narcotics seized

early last year.

And we also raided
Kessel's home and office.

And everything's preliminary,

but the forensic accountants
say it looks like he and Hawkins

moved a lot of money
into offshore accounts.

What's Kessel say?

We haven't found him yet.

Why not? Where is he?

I did my best to keep
the operation under wraps,

but he's obviously got
ears everywhere.

Word is he "stepped out"

just before we raided
the storage unit.

- All right, here's what we should do...
- Everyone with

a badge is already looking
for him.

There'll be something
at Hawkins' house.

IA's already searching
the scene.

It'll take some time,
but when they're done,

they'll need to talk to you.
- Excuse me, captain.

They found Captain Kessel.

(Siren blares)

(Camera shutter clicking)

Hey, guys. Looks like he saw
the walls were closing in,

took the easy way out.

Desk says he checked in
under the name of Ed Munte

right around the time you and
the boys were gearing up.

And the place is pretty empty
around 11:00 A.M.

And the neighborhood
isn't so great,

so even when they thought
they heard a gunshot,

they didn't guess it came
from one of the rooms.

Maid found him
about 30 minutes ago.

You wanted to catch him.

No.

I wanted to kill him.

We just started to dig
through Hawkins' records.

Thought you'd like to see that.

What is it?

It's a repair estimate
for Hawkins' car.

A week after your accident.

Damage to the right front
quarter panel.

I wish this could
all be different.

I wish I... I wish I
could go back and stop it.

It wasn't your job to stop it.

When I needed your help...
You listened to me.

You took a risk.

Thanks.

We should be thanking you.

Without you, we would
have missed all this.

It's gonna be rough
for a while,

but when the dust settles,
I want you to know

I'm gonna do everything I can
to make sure that you receive

the proper commendation.
- I don't want a commendation.

What do you want?

I want my family back.

That's what I want.

We're so proud of you, Michael.

Yeah.

Hannah would be proud
of you, too.

(Sighs)

Hawkins' voice:
Get up.

Get up.

(Hannah panting)

Hannah and Hawkins:
Get up.

Britten:
Hey!

Hawkins: I don't know. It looks
like he lost a lot of blood.

Harper's got a team working
on Bird's body right now.

They're gonna need you to paint
a picture for 'em pretty quick.

Well, I could put him down
right here.

Yeah, okay. Get him over
to our area first.

I'll make sure you get
a friendly investigation.

Okay. I got it.

It's almost over.

Then you can go be
with your boy.

Hey.

(Tires screech)

(Hawkins grunting)

(Car alarm blaring)

(Horn beeping)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Gasps)

Yes, we need an ambulance
at park and Western.

Michael, please.

Please.

(Grunts)

(Women shriek)

(Grunts)

(Women shriek)

Man:
Go, go!

(Men clamoring)

(Classical music playing)

(Glass breaks)

(Music stops)

(Cat meows)

(Sighs) Pele...

What did you do?

You have a medical degree,
right?

{Pub}Detective Britten,
I don't have the right supplies.

Just do it.

Listen to me. This shot
goes all the way through.

You've lost a lot of blood.

You've got a high fever.

You're probably already septic.

Just patch me up.

Can you tell me who shot you?

Hawkins.

Detective Hawkins?
The man that you

dreamed was responsible for...?

I didn't dream anything.

It's the man who admitted to me

that he killed my son.

Okay.

He framed me for killing Bird,

and he was about to kill me,
and I just managed to get away.

Bird's been killed?

They-they knew we were
closing in on him,

so they had to get rid of us.

Who's they?

Hawkins and his area
Captain, Kessel.

So, now
an area captain's involved?

Don't talk to me
like I'm crazy.

I can prove it.
I did prove it.

Why do you think Kessel
killed himself

when they came to get him?
- Kessel killed himself?

They're giving me
a commendation;

You're talking to me
like I'm a lunatic.

Wait.
Who's giving you a commendation?

Harper, my captain.

I thought that you were
being suspended.

Not here. At, at, it's um...

Over in...

Look... believe me.

I know what I'm talking about.

I am not the bad guy here.

I believe you, detective.
I do.

No, you don't. No, you don't.

You're not even good
at faking it.

I believe that this is
all real to you.

I believe that you've
been trying

to keep two sets
of facts straight,

one that is happening
and full of painful realities,

and one that you've
imagined in response.

And I believe
that under these conditions,

anyone could begin to lose track
of which was which.

But the truth is, I don't know

what happened last night;
I really don't.

I just know that
you've been seriously injured,

and it sounds like
other people have been as well.

We need to get you help,

and once we get you that help,

I'm sure that all this
is just gonna sort itself out.

So I'm just going
to step outside here...

I have help. You're my help.

I don't think you want
to shoot me, Michael.

Where are your car keys?

Where are we going?

You're going to get your wish.

You're going to turn me in.

Detective, it doesn't look
like we're going

to a police station.

I never said we were.

Can you at least tell me
what we're doing?

We're going to break into one
of the storage units.

Why?

'Cause there's 200 kilos
of heroin in there.

And when they see it,
they'll know I've been set up.

Take my cell phone

and tell them I abducted you,

where you are,
and they'll come and get me.

But first, I want you
to see what's in there.

You can say that you saw it.

(Grunts)

No.

I saw it.

They must have moved it.

Detective...

I saw it!

You understand?
I saw it in there!

Why don't we just...?

911. What's your emergency?

No, no, no.

(Grunting)

No! No!

Shout when you hear people.
They'll come and get you.

No. No!

Detective!

Detective!

(Ringing)

Hello.

Vega.

Where are you?

Listen to me.

The whole department
is looking for you.

What are they saying?

They're saying you shot Bird.

Do you believe 'em?

If you're telling me
that's not what happened...

I trust you.

It's not, and I can prove it.

But I need your help.

Tell me where you are.

It's not important.

I need you to pull some records
for me.

No. If you want me to trust you,
then you have to trust me.

Tell me where you are,
and I'll come and get you.

I will make sure you're safe.

Let's work this thing out
together.

Michael.

Michael, we've got to get
you to a hospital. - No.

- Look at you, Michael. Look at you!
- I trusted you.

No hospital.

Drive.

They must have moved everything
out of the unit last night.

I didn't see any cameras,

but see if the security cameras
overlook

the part of the building.
People going in or out.

Then, uh, get the phone records
for Hawkins and Kessel.

How am I supposed to do that?

Ask Harper to help you.

You want me to tell Harper?

She's the only one
we can trust now.

{Pub}Captain, I need to talk to you.

We're in the middle
of a manhunt.

(Phone rings)

I need to take this.

Michael sent me.

Close the door.

The storage unit was taken out
in Kessel's name

a few days after Michael
visited Westfield.

The storage unit that was
supposed to be full of drugs?

Yes. He said
that it must have been moved

once Hawkins realized that Bird
and Michael were onto them.

Stop. Just... just stop.

There's someone
that you need to meet.

(Door lock beeps)

Detective Vega,
this is Dr. John Lee.

He's been Britten's therapist
since the accident.

This morning Britten
broke into Dr. Lee's house

and took him at gunpoint
to the very storage unit

that you're referring to.

And once he saw
that it was completely empty,

he locked him inside.

- Captain, he's trying to lead us...
- He had become delusional, Vega.

- He says...
- Detective Vega!

I understand how convincing
Detective Britten sounds,

and that's because everything
that he's telling you

is something he's completely
convinced of himself.

But the truth is, he's unable
to separate what's real

from what's in his imagination.

This vast conspiracy,

these missing drugs,

these people who were trying
to kill him and his family,

it's all in the mind of a man

experiencing
a complete mental break.

- But Westfield...
- No, he checked into

Westfield last summer.
There was nothing there.

A fractured psyche
like Britten's

can take a host of real details,

weave them into an incredibly
elaborate story,

and then constantly adjust it

to sweep away the holes
and inconsistencies.

Add to that the disorientation

caused by the blood loss
and his injuries,

and you have a recipe
for flourishing delusions.

He's incapable of understanding

that he's making all
of this up.

He needs our help.

Whatever he's told himself,
whatever he believes,

it's led him to fixate
on Detective Hawkins,

kidnap and nearly kill him,

and in the process,
he killed Detective Freeman.

I know that you
care about him...

we all do...
but that's why

we need to prevent him from
hurting himself or anyone else.

Efrem, where is he?

(Shivering)

(Footsteps approaching)

What is that?

I don't understand.

Officers: Hands! Hands!
Hands! Hands! Hands!

(Gasps)

(Grunting)

Vega:
Hey, be careful!

I know I should never
have trusted you.

I'm sorry. It's for
your own good, Michael.

- This is a mistake! I can prove it to you!
- Michael, I'm sorry.

No, no!
They're setting me up!

You did the right thing.

He's gonna get the help
he needs.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Grunts)

Michael...

Just give us a few minutes.

How you feeling?

How am I feeling?

I-I don't understand
what I'm doing here.

Michael, I am so sorry.

I really thought that letting
you come back to work

would make things easier
for you.

No, it's got no nothing to do
with me going back to work.

I'm...

This isn't some
paranoid delusion.

I'm-I'm the same as you are.

Just get a warrant

for Kessel and Hawkins'
phone records and bank records.

Mike, stop. Just... just stop.

I don't want you to make this
any worse for yourself.

You'll see that things are
exactly how I'm telling you.

I just need you to look into it.

Okay? Please.

Tricia, okay? For me.

Just look, please.

Michael...

We're gonna get you
the best help that there is.

Why aren't you listening to me?

And I want to reassure you
that Hannah is gonna be

taken care of as well.
She's not gonna

be alone on this, all right?

(Phone rings)

Desk says he checked in

under the name of Ed Munte

right around the time you
and the boys were gearing up.

What is it?

What?

You.

I'm sorry?

Ed Munte.

That's the name that Kessel used
to book into the hotel.

Kessel's calling you.

Michael, you're not making
any sense.

That's why they knew I was
on to them 'cause...

'Cause you told them.

You killed Rex.

You killed my boy.

(Muffled gasping)

(Electricity pulsing)

(Gasping)

She killed my son.

She killed my son.

{Pub}(Door opening)

You have a visitor.

(Gate opening)

(Door slams)

♪ ♪

Hello.

Hello.

What do you want?

You know what we want.

We need to get Harper.

The clock is ticking.

You hear it?

(Footsteps ticking)

You understand?

What is that?

What does it mean?

It means she's getting away.

Wh-what can we do?

I can show you.

We can still stop her.

If that's what you want.

You have to be sure.

I'll do anything.

Okay.

Okay.

(Door opening)

(Door creaking)

(Indistinct whispering)

Evans:
This is fantastic.

Lee:
This is madness.

(Indistinct whispering resumes)

This is the sort of breakthrough
I have been waiting for.

He's finally accepting
the truth,

revealing what's been a dream
and what's been reality.

He's not accepting reality.

He's fleeing it, allowing it
to fold in on itself.

If he continues to fracture

his psyche in this fashion,
there will not be a way out.

That is alarmist garbage.

Let him make his own choices.

Choices have consequences,
Dr. Evans.

Oh, now you're questioning
my credentials?

You don't exist.

I'm not particularly concerned
with your credentials.

Were I his creation,
it would simply show

that even his imagination
is a better therapist than you.

I am the one who has been

trying to prevent
a full-scale break

of exactly this variety. Tied up
in his own head with his guilt.

Enough!

(Air hissing)

(Knocking)

Now, pay very close attention
to this part.

You've seen a penguin before.

Don't look at me;
Look at them.

Okay.

Here it is.

And there.

Do you see it?

Look.

There.

There it is.

Now, this is the part
that's just...

(Muffled):
Tricia...

No.

(Gunshot)

mean.

Do you get it?

(Door opening)

Sorry, buddy.

(Piano music plays)

Hey.

Aren't you gonna sit down?

Isn't this place amazing?

It reminds me of that time
when we were in New York,

and I pretended to be...
A food critic.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid...

of never seeing you again.

Of what's gonna happen to me
when all this comes to an end.

I know.

I have to get her,

but I don't want to leave you.

Just give me
one last kiss good-bye.

Now go and get her.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Inhales)

(Exhales)

{Pub}You surprised me.

The press is having
a field day with this.

Did IA keep you

here late last night?

No.

I told them this morning.

Mm. Won't be pleasant,
but we'll get through this,

and we'll all be
the better for it.

Truth is, this is the best thing
for the department.

You know, clean it up,
put it behind us.

Everything okay?

What happened to your shoe?

What? I'm sorry?

Your left heel makes a click
when you walk.

Hmm.

The tip must have fallen off.

When did that happen?

Any idea?

(Laughs) No. Why?

The thing is,

the phone log at the
silver saddle motel

shows the room being reserved
to the name of Edward Munte,

about an hour before Captain
Kessel picked the key up.

So I called around
hotels and motels.

Turns out Edward Munte's

been reserving rooms
all over town for a while.

(Lock clicks)

The calls don't come
from Kessel's phone.

They come from
an anonymous VoIP account.

It was billed to a credit card.

Yours.

How long have you known Kessel?

Hmm?

Before you shot him in the head?

Years.

20 years.

I've taken a bullet for you

or your family.

And I'm struggling

to understand how you could
so easily destroy mine.

I just want to know why.

(Doorknob jiggling)

Bird:
Mike?

I want to hear it
from your mouth.

I'm sorry, Michael.

You're sorry?!

Mike, open this damn door!

(Doorknob jiggling)

I shouldn't let you
leave this room.

Bird:
Mike!

Nothing that happens to you

when you walk out this door

can ever be bad enough for me.

(Pounding on door) Bird: Mike!

Mike, open the damn door!

Mike, open the damn door now.

(Pounding on door)

(Pounding on door)

(Pounding on door)

(Sighs)

Captain Harper, this
is Detectives James

and Bushwick from
Internal Affairs.

They're going to need
to ask you some questions.

You need to come with us.

Go home.

I'm fine.

I didn't say you weren't.

I said go home.
Be with your boy.

I'll call you
as soon as they finish with her.

Mike...

I have a lot questions
about the last couple of days.

Things I'm going to need
your help to understand.

Britten: I can't tell you
how many cases I've closed.

You know, most of the time

I think it's the ex-boyfriend,
it is the ex-boyfriend.

Sometimes it's almost miraculous
how you untangle something,

but neither way, you feel...

I don't know, not satisfaction.

Closure, I guess.

And this doesn't feel that way?

No.

How does it feel?

Like it doesn't matter.

I want a time machine.

As much as we... we often wish
that life were otherwise,

it only moves in one direction.

And the good news is,

you finally realize
that this is life.

It's not about imaginary
partners in penguin suits.

You're letting yourself

see this other world for the
dream that it's always been.

And that is an enormous step

towards the very closure
that you're talking about.

No, I don't want closure
with my family.

I believe that you're fine

that allowing yourself to
invest fully in one real life

is ultimately going to
be a richer experience

than dividing yourself
between two.

What if I just had a dream?

I don't follow.

I mean, everything else feels
real to me right here and there.

- Mm-hmm.
- Everything obeys all the laws

of physics, logic, and...

Why can't I just... have had...
A normal dream?

Are you saying that...

That you were having a dream
while you were dreaming?

Detective, the last time
that you truly came face-to-face

with the fact that
you had lost your wife,

it split your reality in two.

And now you're on the
verge of remedying that.

The world with Hannah
is a dream.

And you saw that.

You know that.

Hannah is gone.

And it's time to come back
to living in one world

and not run off seeking a third.

I'm not seeking anything.

I'm just saying, wh-who...

Who knows the rules?
Who's to say?

Help me to understand this.

When you go home tonight,
go to bed,

what do you expect to see?

I don't know.

And here I was thinking that...

That we had taken
a giant step forward.

Detective,

I'm afraid it's just turtles
all the way down.

If you could...

Doctor?

(Door opens)

♪ ♪

♪ You wore
a heedless sweatshirt ♪

♪ On your bed that night ♪

♪ With black leggings ♪

♪ I've never seen ♪

♪ Your face so white ♪

♪ Your honesty ♪

♪ Was killing me ♪

♪ The monsters in the room
were all dancing ♪

♪ To the music ♪

♪ All around. ♪

Rex:
Morning.

I was beginning to think
you'd never get up.

What... what time is it?

8:30.

You gonna drive me?

What?

Registration's at 9:00.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I was just...

Look at this. He lives.
(Chuckles)

Hannah: Hey, Rex, could
you grab me a water?

Rex:
Yep.

Dad?

Michael?

You okay?

Yeah... I'm good.

(Laughs)

I'm perfect.