Awake (2012): Season 1, Episode 5 - Oregon - full transcript
The grass is always greener.
Slow down, damn you!
You're scaring my dog!
Quit texting
and learn to drive, a-hole!
You hit me, douchebag!
Ouch.
You punk!
Rapture kit, ten bucks.
I'll wing it.
How about a buck?
Wait...
Tire iron!
- Okay.
- Stupid city.
They have
an incredible law library.
I love all the faculty I've met.
And I'm telling you,
Oregon's amazing!
It's, like, 70 degrees,
sunny... you're not gonna
win a weather war, sweetie.
It's 70 degrees and sunny
every day here in L.A.
Yeah, no, no.
But when I tell you
it's beautiful,
it's, like, seriously beautiful.
I mean, you can
actually see mountains,
and the sky's blue,
not some brown or gray.
And the trees...
The trees are incredible.
Come on, we...
We have trees.
It's not, like, a contest.
I'm just saying
it's really nice.
Yeah, the grass
is always greener.
Yeah, well, I'm telling you,
the grass actually
greener here.
What the hell's
going on?
It says they've got,
like, three blocks closed.
What for?
They're
filming something.
Maybe we should
take the freeway.
It says the freeway's worse.
How can it be worse
than not moving?
Maybe you go backwards.
Captain wants
to know why we
don't have any suspects
in those cases.
'Cause my psychic powers
are failing me.
Maybe we should take out
a billboard:
"Stop killing each other till we
catch up, signed... the police."
"Leave more evidence."
You
want to grab a bite?
No. I think I'm gonna
head up to the park.
The park?
- Yeah.
- What for?
- Go for a run.
- A run?
Yeah. I want to look
at something beautiful.
We got views
in this city, right?
That's why we live here.
Hell if I know.
Not bad.
This stupid city.
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.
AWAKE
S01 Ep05 - Oregon
These're all of them?
1999 to last year.
Every one gets a vertical
slash down the wrist.
After they bleed out,
a postmortem Roman numeral
two carved into their torso.
You got all pairs...
Two in Minneapolis,
Nashville, Buffalo,
Philadelphia,
Lincoln, Ann Harbor,
Dallas,
and then, year later,
L.A. Last night.
Vic disappeared
yesterday.
We got no witness, nothing
from forensics yet.
If you ignore the
fact Gemini is dead,
this fits his
pattern to a tee.
So, what, either he's
been resurrected
and is leaving bodies
in Griffith Park
or someone found his work
inspirational enough to copy.
You know, the Gemini
always killed
his second victim
within 48 hours
and left it
in a paired location.
Two cars in Nashville,
two bathrooms in Dallas.
So this victim
turns up in a park.
If the copycat's
as good as he looks,
there'll be another one
in another park.
Well, there's what, 70,000
acres of parkland in L.A.?
Are you suggesting that
we shut it all down?
Well, we got to
do something.
Maybe beef up patrols
the next couple of days,
put K9 units
on the entrances and exits.
Done. Who's getting the Fed?
Why are they sending someone?
I asked for forensics
on the previous cases.
FBI told me an agent
would be on the next plane.
Ask for an e-mail,
they book a plane ticket.
Got to love the government.
Who do you work
for, Google?
Look, I'm just asking you
to help me out.
She's my daughter, too.
What do you
want me to do, Elizabeth?
Bribe her?
I can't force her
to get on the phone.
Did she at least
get the package?
Why do you do this to yourself?
You know she's trying
to hurt you.
I got to go.
I'll call you back.
Divorce sucks.
You are Detective Britten,
right?
- Yeah.
- Elizabeth Santoro.
Good to meet you.
Did you bring the case file?
Yeah. It's in the car.
Shall we?
As copycats go,
your guy's pretty good.
You're positive it's a copycat?
Am I positive?
Just asking.
How many cases
have you had
in the last 12 years,
Detective Britten?
I don't know... hundreds.
Well, I've had one.
The Gemini killer.
You know what they give you
after 12 years on one case?
- No.
- Book deal.
So, ever since last may,
I've been sitting
in a cabin in Portland
trying to get the last
12 years down on paper,
hoping that when
the hardcover comes out,
it'll seem worth it.
The short and soon-to-be
declassified answer
will be on page 27
if anybody ever reads
the stupid book.
Which is?
No two-dollar bill.
Two-dollar bill?
Gemini always left
a two-dollar bill
in the hand of his victims.
You know, two...
Gemini twin sign.
We kept it
from the press
to separate imitators
and false confessors
from the real thing.
Did you guys find
a two-dollar bill
I don't know about?
No.
There you go.
Copycat.
That's the other
unfortunate consequence
of spending 12 years
on one particular sicko.
You're the person
they get out of bed
every time
another one turns up.
Still, it gets me out
of Portland for a while.
I hear it's nice up there.
Who told you that?
All it ever does
is rain.
Imagine London,
but full of hippies.
You coming in?
I have something
to sort out.
I'll see you up there.
So did you meet Santoro?
Meet her?
She's not there
ten minutes,
and she's already
telling us
we're looking for
a disgruntled white dude,
middle to lower
middle class.
Based on what exactly?
She don't say.
These
profilers, man,
they're just a cut
below psychics.
They make these broad
generalizations
that apply to almost anybody,
then congratulate themselves
for being right
no matter what turns up.
I had no idea it was
such a sore point for you.
Well, let's
just say
I've been accidentally
pulled over
enough to know
that there's a difference
between a profile and a suspect.
Is this it?
- This it right here?
- No, no.
Browner, pointier.
Muttier.
Look, I'm just saying
real cops don't sit back
and theorize
about whether a suspect
likes bingo
or eats cornflakes.
I mean, we pound
the pavement.
We work the
dog biscuits, baby.
Here, boy.
Here, boy.
Here's a good boy.
Tasty.
Come on. Come to daddy.
You guys should keep him
after the sedation wears off.
Help cheer this place up.
Yeah, morgue mascot.
Just what we need.
You know, this
little jerk
tried to bite my
finger off earlier.
You know,
gastric lavage
on an anesthetized dog...
Not my job.
- I owe you one.
- Yeah, you do.
That said...
American currency
has plastic security threads
woven into the paper.
Makes them hard to digest.
It's a little ragged, but...
There's no question...
That's a two-
dollar bill.
This does not
mean it's the Gemini.
It just means the copycat
is someone who had access
to classified information
about the case.
If anything, it helps us
narrow our profile
to someone who's probably in
or was let go
from law enforcement.
Can we get records
of any LAPD recently fired,
demoted or laid off?
And anybody with
a psychiatric history.
We'll go through them,
start a canvass asap.
Maybe somebody connects
back to our victim.
Sound good?
Look, look, what if it
were the Gemini killer?
The Gemini killer is dead,
Detective.
I shot him myself.
Actually, a man named
Arthur Minturn is dead.
Now, you're saying he's the Gemini
because he fits the profile.
You have no idea what
you're talking about.
I'm saying, if you
happened to be wrong,
then we'd be wasting our time
interviewing recently fired cops,
when we should be
looking for a guy
who's been at this for
more than a decade.
Your call, captain.
I'm just here to consult.
All right,
pull the files.
Yes, ma'am.
Agent.
Agent Santoro.
Look, all
Bird's asking
is if there is value in
at least considering
the possibility that
it's not a copycat.
I had no trouble
parsing what he was saying.
Maybe you had trouble
with my answer.
Look, I understand
the implications.
Honestly.
I... I put an innocent man
in jail for ten years...
Something I have
to live with.
Mistakes happen.
It's part of the job.
I'm sorry you made
a huge mistake, Detective.
I'm sorry
if that mistake
probably ruined
someone's life.
I'm-I'm sorry if it still
keeps you up at night.
But I'm here to prevent
another victim
from appearing
on your board tomorrow.
Good night.
Hi, this is Hannah Britten,
leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.
Honey, it's me.
Listen, I can't find
my phone charger,
so if you have any idea
where it is, could you call me?
Even if you don't,
you can still call me.
You're saying you feel lied to?
No, I'm saying that apparently the
people at Mountain Top Movers
knew she was more serious
about this than I did.
How did she give you the
impression she wasn't serious?
Look, we talked about it.
W-we... she's just visiting.
It's not a realistic option.
Is that what she's been saying,
or is that
what you've been hearing?
Confirmation bias makes us
susceptible to hearing
only things that reinforce
our opinion,
and the more closely held
our opinion, the more selective
we seem to be
about the things
that we pay attention to.
I think I know
what we've discussed.
She never mentioned
calling the movers.
Trust me.
Can we just try something
just for a minute?
I want you to try to think about
how Hannah would
describe her situation.
Come on, I'm not
going to role-play.
No, you don't have be Hannah per se,
but I just want you to try to imagine
where she is right now
and see
if you can articulate
how she would describe things
from her point of view.
Close your eyes.
You're kidding me.
Please.
Fine.
What do you
want to know?
Tell me what it's like
where Hannah is.
It's Oregon.
It's, uh... it's pretty.
Mountains, whatever.
Do you imagine
that Hannah seems happy?
Happy?
Yeah, I guess.
And why do you think that is?
Because she likes
the idea of starting over.
And why is that so appealing?
Because it's easier
than staying here
and dealing with everything.
No, no,
that is what you would say.
What would
Hannah say?
I guess she...
She would like things
to be good again.
And what does
that mean?
I don't know.
Okay, let me put it this way:
When Hannah imagines
things being good again...
Are you a part of it?
What do you mean by that?
I guess I'm wondering
if your fear
is less about the idea
of Hannah leaving Los Angeles
and more about the idea
of Hannah leaving you.
That's way off.
You said that,
even before the accident,
things were less than ideal
between the two of you.
We have discussed
the very real fact
that a large number
of marriages
don't survive
the loss of a child,
and yet you pretend that
the idea of your relationship
being in jeopardy
doesn't even occur to you.
It doesn't have to occur
to me, does it?
I got you to point out that
my marriage is falling apart.
Unfortunately,
Detective,
the reality is that this is
the way most marriages die...
Not with epic rounds
of screaming matches,
not with threats
or ultimatums, but
with two people who wander
slowly away from one another
without a word.
They completely forget
what it really means
to be together until one day,
they look up and they discover
they're so far apart...
...there's no way back.
I may have a lead on
that hancock ark home invasion.
I'm meeting with some guy
who says he knows the fence.
I wouldn't mind a second
opinion, see if he's for real,
unless you're busy.
No, I'm good.
Oregon?
What the hell are you going
to do in Oregon?
I don't think
I could ever leave L.A.
L.A. is perfect.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I went out with an actress
the other day
who asked me to help her
memorize lines.
She said the only way that
she could get into the part
was to strip away everything
that wasn't part of the
character, so she gets naked
and reads a script to me
for an hour and a half.
I mean, you cannot find that
in Oregon.
She read to you?
Naked.
You and I have different
definitions of "perfect."
Wait, hold on.
Hold on, hold on,
here it is.
I don't understand.
It's supposed
to be here.
My informant said
it was a pawnshop.
Who introduced
you to this CI?
Nobody.
I was on a follow-up.
He came right up and said
he might know something.
He came up to you?
Yeah, he...
Well, for a hundred bucks,
he said he'd tell me
where it was.
What?
Wait.
- What, why'd you do that?
- You just learned a $100 lesson.
If you have to buy it,
it may be information.
If they're trying
to sell it to you,
it's always BS.
I don't suppose the department
is going to help me out
with that 100 bucks.
Think of it as
a rookie tax.
Hi, this is Hannah Britten.
Leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.
The Mudflap Inn?
Forensics from Gemini's
other cases suggest
he liked to
set up a base
within a two-mile radius
of the first kill,
get to know
the area.
Cheap motels with
classy names.
The sort of place
nobody asks questions
if you walk in
with blood on your shirt.
Exactly.
These are all within a couple
miles of Griffith Park.
I figure, we divide
and conquer,
should take us
a couple hours.
We'll ask the questions
Santoro doesn't want to,
and if it
doesn't work out,
we'll go do the
disgruntled cop interviews,
she'll be none
the wiser.
Hello, Dr. Dave.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
Sir.
Good morning.
Start again?
I'm looking for a man who
checked in over the last week...
Alone, would have kept
himself to himself,
paid cash.
You just described pretty
much everyone here.
All right, well,
let's start
last Wednesday
and move forward.
Would have stayed a couple
nights, maybe still here.
That I would remember.
See, we deal pretty
exclusively in hourly guests.
Yeah, okay.
Enjoy the movie.
LAPD!
Show me
your hands.
Show me your hands!
Stop!
We've got these
at the bottom of sleeping-bag.
We probably won't get
any prints.
And what about
the rest of the room?
Well, it's
an abandoned building.
It's covered
in a hundred different sets
of hairs,
prints, fibers.
We'll run what we get,
but there's no good way
to separate wheat
from chaff.
I'm sorry. What were
you doing in here again?
Based on the old cases,
we were checking out motels
within a two-mile radius
of the first murder,
seeing if anything popped.
Yeah, but this isn't
a motel, so...
Well, no,
but it's opposite one,
and I saw this building,
looked like the kind of place
somebody might make camp...
Well, there are
probably six abandoned buildings
on this street alone,
not to mention all the buildings
across from the motels
you checked out,
any one of which someone
could have camped out in.
I'm just trying
to understand
what specifically
brought you in here.
Does it matter?
This is where the guy was.
There were signs
of a forced entry.
Lucky you were looking out
for that kind of thing.
No, if I was lucky,
I would have caught the guy.
And you never saw the suspect
at all?
Is that right, Detective Bird?
I was at another motel.
How did you guys decide
who'd take which motels?
Well, we tore a piece
of paper in half.
You did?
We did.
I did.
What's your point?
I just want to make sure
I completely understand
how we all got here.
But I think I'm up to speed now.
- Excellent.
- Thank you.
So,
we've got perimeters set up,
we got Metro going door to door.
We're just gonna have
to wait and see
what sid come up with, okay?
Does the bureau
have anything to add?
No, that sounds
exactly right to me.
Good. Thank you.
Good night.
Excuse me, captain.
Can I talk to you
for a moment?
It's about
Detective Britten.
When I asked you for those files
on recently terminated,
disgruntled or troubled
law enforcement officers,
guess who was in the stack?
Are you saying
that you think
Detective Britten
is the suspect?
I'm saying that for someone
the department has chosen
to keep an eye on, Detective
Britten seems to have
developed
a pretty incredible knack
for being in the right place
at the right time.
Let me go and get Rex,
I'll drop him off at home.
I'll be at the station
in 30 minutes or less.
All right.
What?
We got a call from someone
claiming to be our guy.
When? What did he say?
Let's go. I'll play it for you.
Hello, Elizabeth.
It's me.
Knowing that a local cop
got closer in one day
than you did in 12 years,
or knowing
that someone's going to have
to rewrite the end of that book
you've been slaving away at?
After all we've been through,
you were really going to credit
someone else for my work?
I thought
we were closer than that.
That's it? Short.
Did not have any
luck with the trace?
Yeah.
It took some work,
but he was able to follow it
back to its originating number.
You recognize that number,
Detective Britten?
Yeah. It's mine.
- Did we send a team?
- We did.
We just need your
consent to let them in.
Absolutely. Let's go.
No. Hang on.
Wh-where have you been
for the last hour?
Where have I... been?
I went to go home,
and I had to go...
Why does it matter?
No one else in Los Angeles knows
about that book, Detective.
You... you don't actually think
that I made this call?
Look, no one is making
any accusation... no, no, she is. No.
We're just trying
to put it all together.
Captain, Gemini either is
or was standing
in my living room.
Gemini is dead, Detective.
You're sticking with that? Even
after everything we've found?
What have we found?
You're out running,
you happen to find a body,
which you point out meets
all the publicly available work
of a dead serial killer.
And I mention a two-dollar
bill, you go back
- and lucky you, find a two-dollar bill.
- It's not luck.
There was a dog
at the crime scene.
Then you get dispatched
to follow a set of leads,
and instead, you take your
partner off in one direction,
- While you, alone again,
- My son is home in a few hours.
Go into a building,
seemingly chosen at random
Can we go?
From all the other buildings
along your route,
and lucky again,
you find the killer.
Then after he gets away,
the killer drops us a line,
congratulating you
on your good work.
And of all the phones in the world
he could use, he uses yours.
Do you think if it was me,
I would be dumb enough
to make a call
from my own house?
I think you think you're smart
enough to use a phone,
you think
wouldn't be traceable.
If this was guy was
at my house,
then somehow,
he's redirected the call
to make it look like
it came from my house.
Either way, he's got you two
wasting your time looking at me,
the only person who's made
any headway in the case,
while he's free to pick out
a second victim.
All right, let's talk
about victims.
That guy you found in the park?
Turns out he's got
a lengthy rap sheet
for child abuse and sex offenses.
So what?
I wonder, if you were a cop
losing his marbles,
if that's the kind of guy
you might like to see disappear.
All right, all right, you know
what? That's enough.
Detective Britten,
do we have your consent
- to search your home and your car?
- Yes.
- Can we go?
- You are not going anywhere.
You're running out of time!
Then go and do it.
Be aware of this fact:
That while you're pawing
through my drawers,
trying to find a way
to tie me in,
he's out there free and clear,
ready to deliver another body.
I drove down that street,
Detective.
There were at least
four buildings
that look like someone
might have been
squatting there.
Why did you choose that one?
Why did you choose
the Mountain Top
Moving & Storage building
over all of them?
I told you.
I know.
And now I'm telling you,
I need your weapon.
Where the hell have you been?
I'm sitting here an hour.
I don't hear a word
from you.
You don't answer the phone,
nothing.
I was making sure
Rex didn't come home
while the SID team
was tearing your place apart.
So what are you thinking?
You know what
I'm thinking, Mike.
I'm thinking
I don't know why
you went in that
building either.
I'm thinking that ever
since you came back,
you have been different;
that we don't work as a
team the way we used to.
You playing hunches that you
either can't or won't explain.
You tell me you're going
one way, you go the other.
And then when I
ask you about it,
you say something thin and try to
make it sound like I'm going crazy.
So you think I had something
to do with this?
If I thought you had something
to do with it,
I wouldn't be here.
I'm just saying
don't pretend things
are how they used to be.
Now, uh... they won't let me
take anything
from the evidence room.
Best I can do are these photos.
If you can pull a
rabbit out the hat,
now's the time.
Thanks.
We get any prints back
from these food items here?
Nothing that came up
in the database.
A few partials,
they don't all match.
Who knows how many people
handled that stuff?
All right, here we go.
This napkin,
you recognize that logo?
No, it's a napkin.
Some place with food.
Gemini killer has
to eat, right?
Can we get nat to do
an image search... please?
Bay Street Caf?,
Gourmet Coffee Shop.
Napkin, mugs...
You can go online
and get a T-shirt
with that thing on it, okay?
Six locations.
So we got Pasadena,
Culver City, South Bay,
Venice, Brentwood, Malibu.
They're all miles away
from the storage place.
Yeah, all in proximity
to a park.
So, he gets a coffee while
stalking his second victim?
Maybe.
Even if we pull all the
units off the other parks
and concentrate
on these six,
we're still talking
hundreds of acres.
We're missing something.
You have the pictures of
the first murder.
Holy...
What?
In the background.
Look at Santoro's cup.
She had that with her
when I picked her up
in Brentwood.
Okay. The Brentwood location
is in the lobby of
the Meridian Hotel.
Which is where
she's staying.
- Hi, you got my voice-mail.
- You know what to do.
I know you're
not calling me back,
but I'm just gonna keep
leaving you messages,
'cause I'm your mom
and I love you
and one of these days,
you're gonna appreciate
that I kept trying.
- Agent Santoro?
- Yeah.
You've reached special agent
Elizabeth Santoro.
Please leave a message
after the beep.
She's not picking up.
Come on.
Okay, put out an attempt
to locate on agent Santoro.
We need all units to respond
to Temescal Canyon Park.
Nobody goes in or out.
What are you doing, Bird?
He can't
be out of there.
Sorry, sir,
park's closed tonight.
Why do you think I'm here?
Keep your eyes open in there.
Always.
Anybody come in
or go out?
Just the FBI guy.
743. Officer needs...
Damn it, follow us.
Elizabeth, did you really
think Minturn was me,
or did you just...
want it to end?
To see you try
to tell the world
I'd failed, I'd lost...
Do you have any idea
how troubling that was?
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
Mike.
Is that what you think?
That I want to go without you?
Well, why didn't you tell me
you'd called the movers?
'Cause I'm embarrassed.
I'm embarrassed
that I want this.
That I, that I need it.
That...
When I got off the phone
with the moving company,
or when I got off
the plane in Oregon,
I felt...
I felt hope
like I haven't been able
to for a long time.
I don't know how you do it.
I wish I could be
as strong as you.
That's just something
you have that I don't.
I know... you
think that...
I just want to run away,
but I don't.
I don't want to forget him.
The part of Rex that I want
to remember is right here.
Every time I look at you,
I see our son.
I see who we were
when we were with him.
And what I dream
we could be again.
You think I want
to leave that behind?
You're crazy.
So, you would move?
If that's what she needs,
I'll make it work.
But you and Rex,
you would stay here.
Yeah, he lives here,
he goes to school here.
He has his friends and tennis,
and he doesn't
want to move.
What?
I don't want to give
the wrong impression.
I think this
represents progress.
Imagine that.
I just fear that this progress
is gonna be more painful
than you seem to understand.
Come on, check out that view.
Two bedrooms.
And they say it backs up
to a nature preserve.
I think that your ability
to maintain
these two worlds relies heavily
on the fact that
they're largely the same.
The visual priming
that takes place
as you move through this world
helps you form the other.
What are you doing?
Just enjoying the view.
Look at that. It's beautiful.
I think you're just gassed,
and you're afraid to admit it.
Yeah?
Catch me.
But if your worlds
are completely different,
these connections will erode,
and eventually,
I think one will begin to seem
more and more like what it is.
A fantasy.
So you think if I am
in two different places,
one of them will fall apart?
Dreams are our way
of processing reality.
If you move,
you're processing
an entirely different world.
Living in Oregon,
your mind will eventually
have to let go of L.A.
But understand
I think that
this is a good thing.
In your dream,
you're beginning to recognize,
to wrestle with the fact
that there comes a point
at which you have to move on.
Now, you'll fight it,
which is natural.
It's healthy, even.
But sooner or later,
I think you'll let go.
See, you talk about me
like I'm something
you've studied for
or read in a textbook,
but you don't know.
No, this thing works
because I make it work.
And nothing's gonna change that.
I won't let it.
This is Britten.
Hello, Detective.
Who is this?
You know, it's very strange.
For 12 years,
no one's even come close,
and then in 48 hours,
you and I run in to each other
twice.
I became terribly curious.
Just who is this man?
And what could be his secret?
So, I paid a visit
to your therapist's office.
And now I understand.
Can you really not tell
if you're awake
or asleep?
I bet they've told you
that you're crazy.
That you need help.
That you need to get well.
You see, that's the thing
about guys like you and me.
There's no other way
for us to be.
You take away what makes us us,
and what's left?
No, don't let them
do that to you.
The world needs
a few of us to see it...
Sideways.
Sweet dreams, Detective Britten.
And speaking just for myself,
I'd be very disappointed
if you woke up.
Ladies and
gentlemen, flight 402 to Portland
is boarding in ten minutes.
You're scaring my dog!
Quit texting
and learn to drive, a-hole!
You hit me, douchebag!
Ouch.
You punk!
Rapture kit, ten bucks.
I'll wing it.
How about a buck?
Wait...
Tire iron!
- Okay.
- Stupid city.
They have
an incredible law library.
I love all the faculty I've met.
And I'm telling you,
Oregon's amazing!
It's, like, 70 degrees,
sunny... you're not gonna
win a weather war, sweetie.
It's 70 degrees and sunny
every day here in L.A.
Yeah, no, no.
But when I tell you
it's beautiful,
it's, like, seriously beautiful.
I mean, you can
actually see mountains,
and the sky's blue,
not some brown or gray.
And the trees...
The trees are incredible.
Come on, we...
We have trees.
It's not, like, a contest.
I'm just saying
it's really nice.
Yeah, the grass
is always greener.
Yeah, well, I'm telling you,
the grass actually
greener here.
What the hell's
going on?
It says they've got,
like, three blocks closed.
What for?
They're
filming something.
Maybe we should
take the freeway.
It says the freeway's worse.
How can it be worse
than not moving?
Maybe you go backwards.
Captain wants
to know why we
don't have any suspects
in those cases.
'Cause my psychic powers
are failing me.
Maybe we should take out
a billboard:
"Stop killing each other till we
catch up, signed... the police."
"Leave more evidence."
You
want to grab a bite?
No. I think I'm gonna
head up to the park.
The park?
- Yeah.
- What for?
- Go for a run.
- A run?
Yeah. I want to look
at something beautiful.
We got views
in this city, right?
That's why we live here.
Hell if I know.
Not bad.
This stupid city.
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.
AWAKE
S01 Ep05 - Oregon
These're all of them?
1999 to last year.
Every one gets a vertical
slash down the wrist.
After they bleed out,
a postmortem Roman numeral
two carved into their torso.
You got all pairs...
Two in Minneapolis,
Nashville, Buffalo,
Philadelphia,
Lincoln, Ann Harbor,
Dallas,
and then, year later,
L.A. Last night.
Vic disappeared
yesterday.
We got no witness, nothing
from forensics yet.
If you ignore the
fact Gemini is dead,
this fits his
pattern to a tee.
So, what, either he's
been resurrected
and is leaving bodies
in Griffith Park
or someone found his work
inspirational enough to copy.
You know, the Gemini
always killed
his second victim
within 48 hours
and left it
in a paired location.
Two cars in Nashville,
two bathrooms in Dallas.
So this victim
turns up in a park.
If the copycat's
as good as he looks,
there'll be another one
in another park.
Well, there's what, 70,000
acres of parkland in L.A.?
Are you suggesting that
we shut it all down?
Well, we got to
do something.
Maybe beef up patrols
the next couple of days,
put K9 units
on the entrances and exits.
Done. Who's getting the Fed?
Why are they sending someone?
I asked for forensics
on the previous cases.
FBI told me an agent
would be on the next plane.
Ask for an e-mail,
they book a plane ticket.
Got to love the government.
Who do you work
for, Google?
Look, I'm just asking you
to help me out.
She's my daughter, too.
What do you
want me to do, Elizabeth?
Bribe her?
I can't force her
to get on the phone.
Did she at least
get the package?
Why do you do this to yourself?
You know she's trying
to hurt you.
I got to go.
I'll call you back.
Divorce sucks.
You are Detective Britten,
right?
- Yeah.
- Elizabeth Santoro.
Good to meet you.
Did you bring the case file?
Yeah. It's in the car.
Shall we?
As copycats go,
your guy's pretty good.
You're positive it's a copycat?
Am I positive?
Just asking.
How many cases
have you had
in the last 12 years,
Detective Britten?
I don't know... hundreds.
Well, I've had one.
The Gemini killer.
You know what they give you
after 12 years on one case?
- No.
- Book deal.
So, ever since last may,
I've been sitting
in a cabin in Portland
trying to get the last
12 years down on paper,
hoping that when
the hardcover comes out,
it'll seem worth it.
The short and soon-to-be
declassified answer
will be on page 27
if anybody ever reads
the stupid book.
Which is?
No two-dollar bill.
Two-dollar bill?
Gemini always left
a two-dollar bill
in the hand of his victims.
You know, two...
Gemini twin sign.
We kept it
from the press
to separate imitators
and false confessors
from the real thing.
Did you guys find
a two-dollar bill
I don't know about?
No.
There you go.
Copycat.
That's the other
unfortunate consequence
of spending 12 years
on one particular sicko.
You're the person
they get out of bed
every time
another one turns up.
Still, it gets me out
of Portland for a while.
I hear it's nice up there.
Who told you that?
All it ever does
is rain.
Imagine London,
but full of hippies.
You coming in?
I have something
to sort out.
I'll see you up there.
So did you meet Santoro?
Meet her?
She's not there
ten minutes,
and she's already
telling us
we're looking for
a disgruntled white dude,
middle to lower
middle class.
Based on what exactly?
She don't say.
These
profilers, man,
they're just a cut
below psychics.
They make these broad
generalizations
that apply to almost anybody,
then congratulate themselves
for being right
no matter what turns up.
I had no idea it was
such a sore point for you.
Well, let's
just say
I've been accidentally
pulled over
enough to know
that there's a difference
between a profile and a suspect.
Is this it?
- This it right here?
- No, no.
Browner, pointier.
Muttier.
Look, I'm just saying
real cops don't sit back
and theorize
about whether a suspect
likes bingo
or eats cornflakes.
I mean, we pound
the pavement.
We work the
dog biscuits, baby.
Here, boy.
Here, boy.
Here's a good boy.
Tasty.
Come on. Come to daddy.
You guys should keep him
after the sedation wears off.
Help cheer this place up.
Yeah, morgue mascot.
Just what we need.
You know, this
little jerk
tried to bite my
finger off earlier.
You know,
gastric lavage
on an anesthetized dog...
Not my job.
- I owe you one.
- Yeah, you do.
That said...
American currency
has plastic security threads
woven into the paper.
Makes them hard to digest.
It's a little ragged, but...
There's no question...
That's a two-
dollar bill.
This does not
mean it's the Gemini.
It just means the copycat
is someone who had access
to classified information
about the case.
If anything, it helps us
narrow our profile
to someone who's probably in
or was let go
from law enforcement.
Can we get records
of any LAPD recently fired,
demoted or laid off?
And anybody with
a psychiatric history.
We'll go through them,
start a canvass asap.
Maybe somebody connects
back to our victim.
Sound good?
Look, look, what if it
were the Gemini killer?
The Gemini killer is dead,
Detective.
I shot him myself.
Actually, a man named
Arthur Minturn is dead.
Now, you're saying he's the Gemini
because he fits the profile.
You have no idea what
you're talking about.
I'm saying, if you
happened to be wrong,
then we'd be wasting our time
interviewing recently fired cops,
when we should be
looking for a guy
who's been at this for
more than a decade.
Your call, captain.
I'm just here to consult.
All right,
pull the files.
Yes, ma'am.
Agent.
Agent Santoro.
Look, all
Bird's asking
is if there is value in
at least considering
the possibility that
it's not a copycat.
I had no trouble
parsing what he was saying.
Maybe you had trouble
with my answer.
Look, I understand
the implications.
Honestly.
I... I put an innocent man
in jail for ten years...
Something I have
to live with.
Mistakes happen.
It's part of the job.
I'm sorry you made
a huge mistake, Detective.
I'm sorry
if that mistake
probably ruined
someone's life.
I'm-I'm sorry if it still
keeps you up at night.
But I'm here to prevent
another victim
from appearing
on your board tomorrow.
Good night.
Hi, this is Hannah Britten,
leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.
Honey, it's me.
Listen, I can't find
my phone charger,
so if you have any idea
where it is, could you call me?
Even if you don't,
you can still call me.
You're saying you feel lied to?
No, I'm saying that apparently the
people at Mountain Top Movers
knew she was more serious
about this than I did.
How did she give you the
impression she wasn't serious?
Look, we talked about it.
W-we... she's just visiting.
It's not a realistic option.
Is that what she's been saying,
or is that
what you've been hearing?
Confirmation bias makes us
susceptible to hearing
only things that reinforce
our opinion,
and the more closely held
our opinion, the more selective
we seem to be
about the things
that we pay attention to.
I think I know
what we've discussed.
She never mentioned
calling the movers.
Trust me.
Can we just try something
just for a minute?
I want you to try to think about
how Hannah would
describe her situation.
Come on, I'm not
going to role-play.
No, you don't have be Hannah per se,
but I just want you to try to imagine
where she is right now
and see
if you can articulate
how she would describe things
from her point of view.
Close your eyes.
You're kidding me.
Please.
Fine.
What do you
want to know?
Tell me what it's like
where Hannah is.
It's Oregon.
It's, uh... it's pretty.
Mountains, whatever.
Do you imagine
that Hannah seems happy?
Happy?
Yeah, I guess.
And why do you think that is?
Because she likes
the idea of starting over.
And why is that so appealing?
Because it's easier
than staying here
and dealing with everything.
No, no,
that is what you would say.
What would
Hannah say?
I guess she...
She would like things
to be good again.
And what does
that mean?
I don't know.
Okay, let me put it this way:
When Hannah imagines
things being good again...
Are you a part of it?
What do you mean by that?
I guess I'm wondering
if your fear
is less about the idea
of Hannah leaving Los Angeles
and more about the idea
of Hannah leaving you.
That's way off.
You said that,
even before the accident,
things were less than ideal
between the two of you.
We have discussed
the very real fact
that a large number
of marriages
don't survive
the loss of a child,
and yet you pretend that
the idea of your relationship
being in jeopardy
doesn't even occur to you.
It doesn't have to occur
to me, does it?
I got you to point out that
my marriage is falling apart.
Unfortunately,
Detective,
the reality is that this is
the way most marriages die...
Not with epic rounds
of screaming matches,
not with threats
or ultimatums, but
with two people who wander
slowly away from one another
without a word.
They completely forget
what it really means
to be together until one day,
they look up and they discover
they're so far apart...
...there's no way back.
I may have a lead on
that hancock ark home invasion.
I'm meeting with some guy
who says he knows the fence.
I wouldn't mind a second
opinion, see if he's for real,
unless you're busy.
No, I'm good.
Oregon?
What the hell are you going
to do in Oregon?
I don't think
I could ever leave L.A.
L.A. is perfect.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I went out with an actress
the other day
who asked me to help her
memorize lines.
She said the only way that
she could get into the part
was to strip away everything
that wasn't part of the
character, so she gets naked
and reads a script to me
for an hour and a half.
I mean, you cannot find that
in Oregon.
She read to you?
Naked.
You and I have different
definitions of "perfect."
Wait, hold on.
Hold on, hold on,
here it is.
I don't understand.
It's supposed
to be here.
My informant said
it was a pawnshop.
Who introduced
you to this CI?
Nobody.
I was on a follow-up.
He came right up and said
he might know something.
He came up to you?
Yeah, he...
Well, for a hundred bucks,
he said he'd tell me
where it was.
What?
Wait.
- What, why'd you do that?
- You just learned a $100 lesson.
If you have to buy it,
it may be information.
If they're trying
to sell it to you,
it's always BS.
I don't suppose the department
is going to help me out
with that 100 bucks.
Think of it as
a rookie tax.
Hi, this is Hannah Britten.
Leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.
The Mudflap Inn?
Forensics from Gemini's
other cases suggest
he liked to
set up a base
within a two-mile radius
of the first kill,
get to know
the area.
Cheap motels with
classy names.
The sort of place
nobody asks questions
if you walk in
with blood on your shirt.
Exactly.
These are all within a couple
miles of Griffith Park.
I figure, we divide
and conquer,
should take us
a couple hours.
We'll ask the questions
Santoro doesn't want to,
and if it
doesn't work out,
we'll go do the
disgruntled cop interviews,
she'll be none
the wiser.
Hello, Dr. Dave.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
Sir.
Good morning.
Start again?
I'm looking for a man who
checked in over the last week...
Alone, would have kept
himself to himself,
paid cash.
You just described pretty
much everyone here.
All right, well,
let's start
last Wednesday
and move forward.
Would have stayed a couple
nights, maybe still here.
That I would remember.
See, we deal pretty
exclusively in hourly guests.
Yeah, okay.
Enjoy the movie.
LAPD!
Show me
your hands.
Show me your hands!
Stop!
We've got these
at the bottom of sleeping-bag.
We probably won't get
any prints.
And what about
the rest of the room?
Well, it's
an abandoned building.
It's covered
in a hundred different sets
of hairs,
prints, fibers.
We'll run what we get,
but there's no good way
to separate wheat
from chaff.
I'm sorry. What were
you doing in here again?
Based on the old cases,
we were checking out motels
within a two-mile radius
of the first murder,
seeing if anything popped.
Yeah, but this isn't
a motel, so...
Well, no,
but it's opposite one,
and I saw this building,
looked like the kind of place
somebody might make camp...
Well, there are
probably six abandoned buildings
on this street alone,
not to mention all the buildings
across from the motels
you checked out,
any one of which someone
could have camped out in.
I'm just trying
to understand
what specifically
brought you in here.
Does it matter?
This is where the guy was.
There were signs
of a forced entry.
Lucky you were looking out
for that kind of thing.
No, if I was lucky,
I would have caught the guy.
And you never saw the suspect
at all?
Is that right, Detective Bird?
I was at another motel.
How did you guys decide
who'd take which motels?
Well, we tore a piece
of paper in half.
You did?
We did.
I did.
What's your point?
I just want to make sure
I completely understand
how we all got here.
But I think I'm up to speed now.
- Excellent.
- Thank you.
So,
we've got perimeters set up,
we got Metro going door to door.
We're just gonna have
to wait and see
what sid come up with, okay?
Does the bureau
have anything to add?
No, that sounds
exactly right to me.
Good. Thank you.
Good night.
Excuse me, captain.
Can I talk to you
for a moment?
It's about
Detective Britten.
When I asked you for those files
on recently terminated,
disgruntled or troubled
law enforcement officers,
guess who was in the stack?
Are you saying
that you think
Detective Britten
is the suspect?
I'm saying that for someone
the department has chosen
to keep an eye on, Detective
Britten seems to have
developed
a pretty incredible knack
for being in the right place
at the right time.
Let me go and get Rex,
I'll drop him off at home.
I'll be at the station
in 30 minutes or less.
All right.
What?
We got a call from someone
claiming to be our guy.
When? What did he say?
Let's go. I'll play it for you.
Hello, Elizabeth.
It's me.
Knowing that a local cop
got closer in one day
than you did in 12 years,
or knowing
that someone's going to have
to rewrite the end of that book
you've been slaving away at?
After all we've been through,
you were really going to credit
someone else for my work?
I thought
we were closer than that.
That's it? Short.
Did not have any
luck with the trace?
Yeah.
It took some work,
but he was able to follow it
back to its originating number.
You recognize that number,
Detective Britten?
Yeah. It's mine.
- Did we send a team?
- We did.
We just need your
consent to let them in.
Absolutely. Let's go.
No. Hang on.
Wh-where have you been
for the last hour?
Where have I... been?
I went to go home,
and I had to go...
Why does it matter?
No one else in Los Angeles knows
about that book, Detective.
You... you don't actually think
that I made this call?
Look, no one is making
any accusation... no, no, she is. No.
We're just trying
to put it all together.
Captain, Gemini either is
or was standing
in my living room.
Gemini is dead, Detective.
You're sticking with that? Even
after everything we've found?
What have we found?
You're out running,
you happen to find a body,
which you point out meets
all the publicly available work
of a dead serial killer.
And I mention a two-dollar
bill, you go back
- and lucky you, find a two-dollar bill.
- It's not luck.
There was a dog
at the crime scene.
Then you get dispatched
to follow a set of leads,
and instead, you take your
partner off in one direction,
- While you, alone again,
- My son is home in a few hours.
Go into a building,
seemingly chosen at random
Can we go?
From all the other buildings
along your route,
and lucky again,
you find the killer.
Then after he gets away,
the killer drops us a line,
congratulating you
on your good work.
And of all the phones in the world
he could use, he uses yours.
Do you think if it was me,
I would be dumb enough
to make a call
from my own house?
I think you think you're smart
enough to use a phone,
you think
wouldn't be traceable.
If this was guy was
at my house,
then somehow,
he's redirected the call
to make it look like
it came from my house.
Either way, he's got you two
wasting your time looking at me,
the only person who's made
any headway in the case,
while he's free to pick out
a second victim.
All right, let's talk
about victims.
That guy you found in the park?
Turns out he's got
a lengthy rap sheet
for child abuse and sex offenses.
So what?
I wonder, if you were a cop
losing his marbles,
if that's the kind of guy
you might like to see disappear.
All right, all right, you know
what? That's enough.
Detective Britten,
do we have your consent
- to search your home and your car?
- Yes.
- Can we go?
- You are not going anywhere.
You're running out of time!
Then go and do it.
Be aware of this fact:
That while you're pawing
through my drawers,
trying to find a way
to tie me in,
he's out there free and clear,
ready to deliver another body.
I drove down that street,
Detective.
There were at least
four buildings
that look like someone
might have been
squatting there.
Why did you choose that one?
Why did you choose
the Mountain Top
Moving & Storage building
over all of them?
I told you.
I know.
And now I'm telling you,
I need your weapon.
Where the hell have you been?
I'm sitting here an hour.
I don't hear a word
from you.
You don't answer the phone,
nothing.
I was making sure
Rex didn't come home
while the SID team
was tearing your place apart.
So what are you thinking?
You know what
I'm thinking, Mike.
I'm thinking
I don't know why
you went in that
building either.
I'm thinking that ever
since you came back,
you have been different;
that we don't work as a
team the way we used to.
You playing hunches that you
either can't or won't explain.
You tell me you're going
one way, you go the other.
And then when I
ask you about it,
you say something thin and try to
make it sound like I'm going crazy.
So you think I had something
to do with this?
If I thought you had something
to do with it,
I wouldn't be here.
I'm just saying
don't pretend things
are how they used to be.
Now, uh... they won't let me
take anything
from the evidence room.
Best I can do are these photos.
If you can pull a
rabbit out the hat,
now's the time.
Thanks.
We get any prints back
from these food items here?
Nothing that came up
in the database.
A few partials,
they don't all match.
Who knows how many people
handled that stuff?
All right, here we go.
This napkin,
you recognize that logo?
No, it's a napkin.
Some place with food.
Gemini killer has
to eat, right?
Can we get nat to do
an image search... please?
Bay Street Caf?,
Gourmet Coffee Shop.
Napkin, mugs...
You can go online
and get a T-shirt
with that thing on it, okay?
Six locations.
So we got Pasadena,
Culver City, South Bay,
Venice, Brentwood, Malibu.
They're all miles away
from the storage place.
Yeah, all in proximity
to a park.
So, he gets a coffee while
stalking his second victim?
Maybe.
Even if we pull all the
units off the other parks
and concentrate
on these six,
we're still talking
hundreds of acres.
We're missing something.
You have the pictures of
the first murder.
Holy...
What?
In the background.
Look at Santoro's cup.
She had that with her
when I picked her up
in Brentwood.
Okay. The Brentwood location
is in the lobby of
the Meridian Hotel.
Which is where
she's staying.
- Hi, you got my voice-mail.
- You know what to do.
I know you're
not calling me back,
but I'm just gonna keep
leaving you messages,
'cause I'm your mom
and I love you
and one of these days,
you're gonna appreciate
that I kept trying.
- Agent Santoro?
- Yeah.
You've reached special agent
Elizabeth Santoro.
Please leave a message
after the beep.
She's not picking up.
Come on.
Okay, put out an attempt
to locate on agent Santoro.
We need all units to respond
to Temescal Canyon Park.
Nobody goes in or out.
What are you doing, Bird?
He can't
be out of there.
Sorry, sir,
park's closed tonight.
Why do you think I'm here?
Keep your eyes open in there.
Always.
Anybody come in
or go out?
Just the FBI guy.
743. Officer needs...
Damn it, follow us.
Elizabeth, did you really
think Minturn was me,
or did you just...
want it to end?
To see you try
to tell the world
I'd failed, I'd lost...
Do you have any idea
how troubling that was?
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
Mike.
Is that what you think?
That I want to go without you?
Well, why didn't you tell me
you'd called the movers?
'Cause I'm embarrassed.
I'm embarrassed
that I want this.
That I, that I need it.
That...
When I got off the phone
with the moving company,
or when I got off
the plane in Oregon,
I felt...
I felt hope
like I haven't been able
to for a long time.
I don't know how you do it.
I wish I could be
as strong as you.
That's just something
you have that I don't.
I know... you
think that...
I just want to run away,
but I don't.
I don't want to forget him.
The part of Rex that I want
to remember is right here.
Every time I look at you,
I see our son.
I see who we were
when we were with him.
And what I dream
we could be again.
You think I want
to leave that behind?
You're crazy.
So, you would move?
If that's what she needs,
I'll make it work.
But you and Rex,
you would stay here.
Yeah, he lives here,
he goes to school here.
He has his friends and tennis,
and he doesn't
want to move.
What?
I don't want to give
the wrong impression.
I think this
represents progress.
Imagine that.
I just fear that this progress
is gonna be more painful
than you seem to understand.
Come on, check out that view.
Two bedrooms.
And they say it backs up
to a nature preserve.
I think that your ability
to maintain
these two worlds relies heavily
on the fact that
they're largely the same.
The visual priming
that takes place
as you move through this world
helps you form the other.
What are you doing?
Just enjoying the view.
Look at that. It's beautiful.
I think you're just gassed,
and you're afraid to admit it.
Yeah?
Catch me.
But if your worlds
are completely different,
these connections will erode,
and eventually,
I think one will begin to seem
more and more like what it is.
A fantasy.
So you think if I am
in two different places,
one of them will fall apart?
Dreams are our way
of processing reality.
If you move,
you're processing
an entirely different world.
Living in Oregon,
your mind will eventually
have to let go of L.A.
But understand
I think that
this is a good thing.
In your dream,
you're beginning to recognize,
to wrestle with the fact
that there comes a point
at which you have to move on.
Now, you'll fight it,
which is natural.
It's healthy, even.
But sooner or later,
I think you'll let go.
See, you talk about me
like I'm something
you've studied for
or read in a textbook,
but you don't know.
No, this thing works
because I make it work.
And nothing's gonna change that.
I won't let it.
This is Britten.
Hello, Detective.
Who is this?
You know, it's very strange.
For 12 years,
no one's even come close,
and then in 48 hours,
you and I run in to each other
twice.
I became terribly curious.
Just who is this man?
And what could be his secret?
So, I paid a visit
to your therapist's office.
And now I understand.
Can you really not tell
if you're awake
or asleep?
I bet they've told you
that you're crazy.
That you need help.
That you need to get well.
You see, that's the thing
about guys like you and me.
There's no other way
for us to be.
You take away what makes us us,
and what's left?
No, don't let them
do that to you.
The world needs
a few of us to see it...
Sideways.
Sweet dreams, Detective Britten.
And speaking just for myself,
I'd be very disappointed
if you woke up.
Ladies and
gentlemen, flight 402 to Portland
is boarding in ten minutes.