Awake (2012): Season 1, Episode 7 - Ricky's Tacos - full transcript

Britten gives notice, having promised to move with his wife, who accept a job out of state, so the captain tells her cahoots it's no longer necessary to eliminate him. His therapist believes he imagines an unfinished case, officially closed, as an excuse to stay. A corpse hidden in construction concrete years ago is that of Guatemalan immigrant Jose's missing brother, or not quite.

Lee:
So tell me how this works.

Britten: 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?

Lee: So you begin
working on one case

here in reality,
and then suddenly

you begin working another case
there in your dream.

Britten: It all feels
completely real to me.

Lee: You can't tell
whether you're awake or asleep

at this very moment?

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



That's exactly
what the other shrink said.

Here's the list of comps
from your neighborhood.

Comps.

Honestly, five years ago, you could've
sold this house and bought an island.

Now it may take a while
just to get back what you owe.

All we have to do
is take care of these repairs.

Here are the contracts.

Just get back to me
with any questions,

and meanwhile, I will start
setting up that open house.

(In distance):
I'll be in touch soon.

Hannah: Great.
Thank you, Heather.

(Door closes)

Hey.

Repaint, huh?



Guess she doesn't know you just
repainted the whole house.

A sink in Rex's bathroom?

I didn't know it was gonna cost
me a sink to move to Portland.

Michael... You know, you don't even
have to deal with any of this.

I can handle it.
Yeah, 'cause you can

do the plumbing, right?
And all the deck repair?

No, I'm gonna hire a heavyset
man with an exposed butt crack.

I'm gonna watch him do it.

You know, we do all these things to the
house, we're not gonna want to move.

You know that... they're gonna
put a "for sale" sign

in the yard, like,
any day, right?

Yeah, I just wouldn't want someone
to drive by who didn't... Today.

Told the captain I needed to
sit down and talk to her today.

Boy (Over intercom):
Welcome to Ricky's tacos.

How may I help you?

Chicken burrito, no sour cream,
large iced tea, please.

Chicken burrito, no sour cream
and a large iced tea.

Is that all today?

Yeah, that's it.

$6.37. Please pull up.

(Coins jingling)

You can't go to Portland.

You go to Portland,
you'll never know the truth.

What are you talking about?

The Westfield case, Michael.

It all starts with Westfield.

(Car horn honks)

$6.37.

What was that you were saying
about the Westfield case?

Sir?

Just now, on the thing,
you were, you were...

Were you talking
to someone else?

You have your mic open or what?

I didn't say anything, sir.

(Car alarm chirps)

Murray: Detective Britten,
can I ask you

why you're so interested
in this space?

Britten: I was investigating a case here
four months ago.

Well, now I'm leasing it for
under a dollar a square foot.

We're practically
giving it away.

Uh-huh.

There was a... a distribution
center here before.

You know what happened to it?

Who knows?

Probably folded
in the recession.

Wherever they went, they didn't
leave anything but the rats.

How long's it been like this?

Oh, I've had this, uh, listing
almost four months.

They didn't leave a forwarding
address, a contact number? No.

No way of getting
in touch with them?

No.

{Pub}Evans:
It spoke to you?

This drive-through speaker, -Yeah
...that you order into?

That's interesting.

(Chuckles)

A dream in which something
that's usually beholden

to your commands,
instead is issuing them.

What do you think that means?

I don't know.

I mean, I like a speaking oracle as much
as the next guy, but... I don't know,

I wish you could count on them
to be more specific.

Dream interpretation relies on accepting
that things which seem random aren't.

Your subconscious is assembling a
particular set of emotions and memories,

and welding them together
to create a narrative.

But I do think that there's one thing
that we can safely take from it.

As your subconscious begins
to make plans for this move,

it's also now trying to stop that move
by drawing your attention to some...

some unfinished business.

Does anything come to mind?

There was a case,
around the time of the accident.

Hey, Bird.

Morning.
Morning.

Hey, remember that, uh, Westfield
Distribution Center thing

we were looking
into a while back?

Vaguely. Why?

Whatever happened with that, after
I was out for the accident?

Well, there was nothing to do.

I mean, you got the employment
records, taxes, payroll.

I mean, everything
came up clean.

Huh. All right.

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa...
you just got here.

Where you going?

Records. Just want to
take a peek at the file.

I'll be two minutes.
Really?

Guys, you're up.

Officer:
Her name is Sabrina Ferris... 17.

Neighbor says she just came
crashing on top of the car.

Apparently, she jumped.

Any other witnesses?

Yeah. Neighbor guy says when he looked
up, he saw a kid standing on the edge.

He saying she was pushed?
No, no.

He said the kid walked
over a few seconds later.

Where is this kid?

We're holding him over there.

Man:
We're lab partners.

And, uh, she asked me to
come over to study, and I did.

- And we were, and then she...
- She what?

She... started kissing me and stuff,
and she wanted to... you know...

We had, we had sex.

So she invites
you over... you.

You're studying, then suddenly
she wants to have sex with you.

I know.

I don't know.

As soon as it was over,
she just started crying.

I tried to talk to her,
but she just kept saying

that she was sorry,
and then just ran out.

I went looking for her, and when I
finally found her, she was on the roof,

but she was already on the ledge and j-just...
standing there, just sobbing.

And I tried to stop her,
but she just jumped.

What does that mean,
"I tried to stop her"?

You were talking to her or you actually...
you reached out, you touched her?

No, no.

I just walked toward her,
and... she was already gone.

Why would she jump, Tim?

I don't know.

Man: You son of a bitch, what
did you do to my daughter?!

Daddy!
Hey! Hey.

(Sobbing)

(Sobbing)

Britten: Did she give him any sign
she might be interested in him?

No.

She was just nice to him because
she feels bad for him, that's all.

Why would she feel bad for him?

He lost his mom.

Never had a dad.

He lives at the foster home
at the church.

Kids make fun of him,
stuff like that.

Uh, why did she agree
to be his lab partner?

Man: I told her
that was a mistake.

That she was encouraging him, and...
She just said that I had him all wrong,

he was a good kid, harmless.

I guess, 'cause...

she just sees the good
in people, that's all.

(Sobbing) All right.

Oh, my beautiful girl.

(Elevator bell dings)

Hey.

Guys, just a heads up.

Your pretty girl case
is about to get ugly.

You'll get the full
autopsy report tomorrow,

but we found
your suspect's semen.

Also found vaginal tearing.

Which means that the sex
wasn't consensual.

Yeah.

Now, a rape kit isn't easy to
run on someone that's taken

a ten-story dive, but this
one's pretty definitive.

Thanks.

Look, Tim, sex is
confusing, complicated.

Sometimes we don't even know what's
happening while it's happening.

But the evidence...
shows us that she was injured.

So she must have
wanted to stop.

Now, I know you wouldn't
want to hurt her.

You cared about Sabrina.

So, what happened?

(Sniffles)

At school,
when it's your birthday,

um, people write their names
on your locker.

Nobody ever did that for me.

And then one year, she did.

Yeah, I know
it didn't mean anything.

I know that she was
just trying to be nice, but...

Everyone loved her
because she was beautiful.

But I loved her because she
treated me like a human being.

- If I thought she was gonna hurt herself, I...
- Tim, you got away from yourself.

It happens.

But here's the thing.

If you're honest about it, people
will take it into account.

So...

Why don't we go through everything,
from the beginning, in your own words.

All right?

D.A. says he'll arraign him on
the rape charge in the morning,

try to work out a plea.

Five hours... got
to be a record.

Yeah, I barely had time
to put it on the board.

Michael.

You wanted to talk?

Yeah.

Westfield Distribution...
records can't find the file.

And what do you need it for?

Well, there were three different
shooters and victims,

all the cases
tied back to the place.

I know.
And you closed them all, right?

Yeah, but I was just beginning
to investigate the warehouse,

the business
before the accident.

You know what, I reassigned it;
It didn't go anywhere.

Well, if we could find the file, I could
take a look, maybe dig something up.

We're up.

All right, let's focus on the
ones that we haven't closed yet.

Okay?

Sure.

Hey, this is one for the books.

You guys ready?

Hotel's going up,
recession shuts it down.

New company comes in,
buys the property,

clears the site, bingo, finds a surprise
in the foundation. Pretty cool, huh?

Oh.
Whoa.

Okay, now, the concrete
keeps out the oxygen,

helps to preserve the body,
but you can't just chip him out,

not if you really want
to avoid destroying him.

So I talked to some paleo
friends, and I've been using

an alternating combination of water
jetting, muriatic acid and calcium baths.

I apply it with a paintbrush and
then slowly remove... Banks.

I'll read it in your book.

Can we skip on?

Oh, I'm sorry,
I just melted a dead body

out of a block of concrete,
which is kind of impossible,

so I thought you might have
five seconds.

You did great. Han Solo didn't look
this good coming out of carbonite.

Why are you showing it to us?

Fractured skull.

Looks like he died from
blunt force trauma to the head,

and then someone tossed him
in this pillar formation.

When was this?

Well, according to
construction reports,

the concrete was poured
three years ago.

Guess you didn't happen
to melt an I.D. out of there.

No, but look at this.

He's got a chipped incisor, and he's
missing the tip of his left forefinger.

So I cross-referenced that information
with missing persons reports

from the time
the concrete went in... bingo.

Pablo Cabrera.

Just use your imagination
where he seems decomposed.

Let me get this straight.

You're handing us a
three-year-old homicide?

Handing you a miracle.

Hello?

I melted him out of concrete!

Anything else?

Ingrates.

You gonna dump it again?

Okay, good, good.

All right.

Jose!

Jose Cabrera?

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Britten, this
is Detective Vega, LAPD.

Um, well, I'm afraid
it's not very good news.

Based on the missing persons
report you filed

three years ago, we believe
we've found your brother's body.

(Sighs)

I'm sorry.

(Sobbing)

Where? What happened to him?

He was over on a three-year-old
construction site, Spring Street.

It was... it was inside
a block of concrete.

That was one of the jobs
he was working.

So obviously the evidence
suggests he was murdered.

We were hoping you might tell us who
would've had a reason to do such a thing.

To kill Pablo?

I can't imagine.

He wasn't in the country but a month,
and then he just disappeared.

He didn't have anything.

He never hurt no one.

Doesn't make any sense.

Well, if you could think of
anybody we could contact,

any place we could go to get
information about his death,

we'd be very grateful.

If you feel up to it, we'd appreciate
you coming to help identify his body.

Jose: Sure, of course.

(Both speaking spanish)

What?

Just thinking.

About what?

Another case.

{Pub}♪


Britten: So Sabrina had a parking pass
in her car

from a college in San Diego,
time-stamped from two days ago.

Okay.

So two days ago, she drives
300 miles, and according to

her father and any of the
friends I managed to contact,

she doesn't mention it
to anyone.

I repeat, okay.

But one of her friends mentioned she has
an ex who is a freshman down there.

Where are you going with this?

Tim practically confessed.

We know she was raped,
we know he had sex with her,

and we know she
flew off the roof.

I mean, the D.A.

actually used the words
"open and shut."

So what does any of this
have to do with San Diego?

Where you going?
Just take the afternoon.

To drive to San Diego?

Yeah.

I'm not going to San Diego.

All right, I'll go myself.

What did you stop
at that place?

Two-for-one Tuesdays.
Here, I got you one.

Hey.

Yeah.

Thanks.

(Hip-hop playing)

Oh, he's right over there.

Thanks.

(Hip-hop continues playing)

Detective Britten, LAPD.

Chris Chapman around?

Uh, I'm Chris.

What's going on?

Can we talk privately?

Uh... yeah.

What's this about?

Sabrina Ferris.

I need to hit the library.

Thank you.

Yeah, yeah.

Come in.

This doesn't feel real.

Yeah, I knew, I knew something was
up with her, but this is crazy.

What does that mean,
you knew something was up?

Two days ago, she shows up, out of the
blue, acting... just acting weird.

Weird, how?

Look, you have to understand, we broke up
because I wanted to start doing it.

And she's, you know,
into the whole abstinence thing,

so... eventually,
you know, it just ended.

How long ago was this?

It was almost a year.

You know, and she pretty much
stopped talking to me after that.

But then, just out of nowhere,
she's at my door,

and she's saying how she made such a
huge mistake, and how she wants...

Now she wants to have sex?

Yeah, she wanted to have sex
with me right then.

And she's kissing me
and she's all over me,

and-and she starts saying stuff about
wanting to have a baby with me

and-and being a family.

So you have sex...
No, no.

I mean, it was so obvious
that she wasn't herself.

She didn't say anything,
give you any kind of hint

of why she might be
behaving in this way?

No.

But... she was religious
about her diaries.

I bet there's something
in her diaries.

Britten:
That autopsy come back yet?

No. They promised
we'll have it in the morning.

Why?

I don't buy Tim for the rapist.

Well, the grand jury disagreed.

Took them all of five minutes
to get an indictment.

Well, get ahold of the D.A.,
ask her to hold on a beat.

His story is looking
a lot more plausible.

And why's that?

'Cause the kid down here
has the same story.

Sabrina shows up,
tries to force herself on him.

The only difference is
this kid says no.

Well, Banks said Tim raped her.

No, no, no.
Banks says she was raped.

But if it happened before and she had sex
with Tim, signs would still be there.

Okay, so she was raped at some point
in the past, and her response is what,

run around looking for
other people to have sex with?

Why?

That's why we need
the autopsy results.

Maybe the rape left her with
something she wanted to hide.

Like what?

Like a pregnancy.

Ah.

Ah.

Suddenly she's looking for anybody to
be a suitable father in nine months.

The ex says no, so she turns
to sweet, nerdy Tim.

All right, I'll drive back
and see you in the morning.

(Car alarm chirps)

(Car alarm chirps)

(Phone auto-dialing)

(Line ringing)

(Cell phone ringing)

Would you give me a second?

Yes?

Man:
We may have a problem.

He came back again.

{Pub}You assured us
he was under your control.

The warehouse
is completely clean.

There's nothing
for him to find.

It has been for months.

That's not the point.

The point is he's still looking.

No one is willing to wait
until he walks into a place

where there's something
for him to find.

He's scratching an itch.

There's nowhere for this to go.

Captain, this is
a courtesy call, not a debate.

Plans are already in the works.

You just keep your head down,
let me take care of it.

Carl... Carl, please,
just listen to me...

Yeah, spring street.
I remember that job.

Developer ran out of money,
whole thing got shut down.

I don't recognize him, though.

You sure?

'Cause you barely
looked at the picture.

Illegal?

Uh, we think so.

Of course.

Look, these people... they come and
go during the course of a job.

"These people"?

No offense, officer.

Detective.

Look, I'm not talking about you hardworking
guys who come up the right way.

I'm talking about these guys who
jump over the fence from Mexico.

They get a bunch
of illegal papers,

and they wind up
getting everybody in trouble.

He was from Guatemala.

You know what I mean.

South.

Why don't you, uh, walk around, show the
picture and see what you can pick up.

Partner's a little sensitive.

Yeah, yeah, he's got a bug up his ass
about the whole social injustice thing.

Not me.

Thank God.

Yeah, my whole thing
is code violations.

Guys not wearing hard hats.

Trucks parked on red zones.

Kind of thing makes me
want to call OSHA in here,

go through everything
with a fine-tooth comb.

You know, maybe while they're at it, we
can look at your employment records.

Double-check you're not
looking the other way

on any of those immigration
issues that you're so hot on.

Of course, that could
lead to a total shutdown.

And that'd be... I
don't know, what?

Hundreds of thousands
of dollars a day?

Well, you wouldn't care; You
wouldn't have your job anymore.

Or you could take another
look, and see if you can be

a little bit more helpful.

See if we can't shake something loose
from that big old brain of yours.

Look, I'm sorry.

I really don't
recognize the guy.

All right.

So you remember anything
in particular about the job?

Any workplace accidents?

Fights, problems?

There was a guy...
uh, drunk, violent type.

He got into it a couple times.

I would've fired him,
but he stopped coming back.

All right.
Remember his name?

No.

But, uh, some of the guys
called him El Diablo.

He had some sort of tattoo
of the devil.

You see him since then?

Nope.

You hear anything about him?

No.

Look, he probably went home.

All right, a lot of
these fence jumpers...

Undocumented types... they don't
stick around very long.

Can I go back
to work now, detective?

I'll call you if I need you.

Vega: What the hell did you
send me away for?

Don't ever lose your cool when
you're questioning someone.

Make them do that.

Michael, he was being an ass.

Yeah. You threaten to punch someone in
the face, what do they do? They duck.

You threaten to punch him in
the wallet, they always open up.

So what did he say?

He doesn't remember Pablo,

but he does remember this
character called El Diablo.

Troublemaker.

So we hit a bunch of sites, just see if
he made an impression anywhere else.

You have any idea how many
construction sites there are in L.A.?

Look, I've seen cases break
with less than this.

Sometimes all you have
is a faint trail.

You have to follow it

until you find
what you're looking for.

Or it disappears altogether.

Boy:
The Westfield case, Michael.

It all starts with Westfield.

I have no idea.

A lot of companies tanked when the
economy went into the toilet.

Wherever they went,
they didn't leave anything.

Except the rats, right?

Who told you there were rats?

Is it Jacobs?

All right, listen to me.

He'll say anything to move
a piece of his property.

I keep this place
spick-and-span.

This is crazy.

(Cell phone ringing) Oh.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Autopsy's back.

You were right.

They estimated Sabrina Ferris
was almost four weeks pregnant.

All right, I'll see you
back at the station.

Thanks.

See what you needed to?

Nothing I haven't seen before.

{Pub}Hi, Ally.

Detectives Britten
and Bird with LAPD.

- Was hoping to have a...
- Hi. Wait in your room.

It's okay.

What's up?

Uh, we were hoping
we could have a quick word.

Sure.
Thanks.

Mr. Ferris:
I don't understand.

You guys said Tim did it.

Well, new information
has come to light,

and it makes it look a lot like,
uh, Sabrina may have been

sexually assaulted before
her encounter with Mr. Wax.

What? Mr. Ferris, were you aware
that your daughter was pregnant?

No.

My God.

No... That is impossible.

Sabrina... she was a good girl.

I'm sorry if this is upsetting.

I understand
how difficult it is, but...

We've been told she
kept detailed journals.

Now, if we can get a look at
the last couple of entries,

may help us get
to the bottom of all this.

I don't think
she had anything like that.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time a
teenager kept things from their parents.

Yeah. Uh... sure,
let's take a look.

(Low grunt)

Mr. Ferris.

Yeah?

Mind if I have a glass of water?
I have a dust allergy.

Uh... yeah, sure.

Thanks.

No journals, no notes.

Either her friends are wrong,
or somebody cleaned up.

What does that look like to you?

Looks like somebody's moving this
dresser in front of that door.

Yeah.

But it's a journal to me.

Here.

Listen, uh...
is this gonna take long?

I want Ally to have
her dinner in peace, you know?

Why don't we continue this conversation
at the station, Mr. Ferris.

Man: You have a suspect in custody,
but instead of prosecuting that case,

you drag a grieving father
down here and insinuate

that he might have
sexually abused his daughter?

To say this is a new low
doesn't do it justice.

She knew who the father was,
I think she was trying to use Tim

to hide that fact.

And when she did what she did, she was
so ashamed, she took her own life.

Your own M.E.
says he raped her.

Her injuries are also consistent with
a prior rape... or pattern of rape.

Britten: Pretty soon we're all gonna
know who the father was, so...

you want to tell us now
why your daughter

felt the need to barricade
herself in her room?

Why she dragged her dresser
in front of her door so often

there are gashes in the floor?

This is ridiculous.

What happened to her
journals, Mr. Ferris?

What, they just disappeared?

(Chuckles): Gentlemen...
My client isn't saying another word.

If you're gonna charge him, let's
get on with it, but if that's

all you've got, I suggest you open
the door before you see yourselves

facing a civil suit.

Britten: Take him to the
watch commander's office.

So...?

Nothing.
He's all lawyered up.

And what about the sister?

Keeping her mouth shut.

Between her lawyer and her father,
she's, uh, pretty terrified.

All right, we'll wait...
I mean, he's not going anywhere.

We'll get him in 12 days when we
have our DNA results from the fetus.

Meantime, what, we send that little girl
home with that scumbag for two weeks?

No. Come on.

How about I give you
an introduction.

Harper: Hey.
I brought us some hot chocolates.

If I drink coffee this late,
I will be up all night.

Detective, you
can wait outside.

I'll let you know when
I have further orders.

Yes, ma'am.

Can I just...
Detective.

Yes, ma'am.

(Lock beeping)

You're his boss?

You know what?

I am everybody's
boss around here.

That's cool.

Yeah. Sometimes even I can't
believe how cool it is.

So, what about you, what do you want
to do when you get out of school?

I haven't really
thought about it.

Come on.

You must have,
at least a little bit.

A pediatric oncologist.
(Laughs softly)

Impressive.

Especially for somebody who
hasn't really thought about it.

I'm pretty good at evaluating people,
and I bet that you would pull it off.

But not like this.

You'll never get where
you want to go like this.

All right, you want to know what
usually happens in this room?

A man sits in that chair...
it's almost always a man.

Last month, this guy
threw a chair at me.

See? Three stitches.

But whether it's
the guys in here

or the guys out there, I never
let them see how scared I am.

And, Ally, I do get scared.

But you have to keep going.

You can be any kind
of woman you want.

But if you're gonna be successful,
you have to be brave.

'Cause if you're not, even for one
second, that's when they pounce.

You know what, I'm not just
talking about your enemies,

I'm talking about the people that you're
closest to, the ones you trusted.

Like your father.

I know he was
molesting your sister.

And I think he took
advantage of you, too.

And right now my heart
is breaking for you.

But you need to know...
What your father did was wrong.

And it is completely within
your power to stop it.

All you have to do is be brave... and
I'm looking at you, Ally, and I know,

I know you can do that.

I need you to think
about your sister.

It didn't start
till after our mom died.

He said it was
because he loved us so much.

Lee:
Don't you find it interesting

that as you try to convince
yourself that you need to stay

to work something out,
some unfinished case,

that your subconscious
changes your dream

from one simple closed case to one you
need to reopen in order to find justice?

Well, maybe I didn't
change the story;

Maybe it just happened
and I had to follow it through.

Are you familiar
with the word "pentimento"?

Pentimento?

Does it go in a sandwich?

It refers to when art historians
inspect a painting...

And discover traces of...

earlier work.

Evidence that the artist changed his
mind in the course of creating it.

Mm?

This is the perfect metaphor
for what your mind has done.

Lee: Take your visits
to this warehouse, for example.

It's as if you've drawn over your memory
(distorting, fading): Of the case...

(Lee continues indistinctly)

He had some sort of
tattoo of the devil.

Detective.

Detective?

Jose.

{Pub}(Dog barking in distance)

(Clattering, crashing)

Stop!

Britten:
Vega, he's running!

He's over the fence!

Get down! Now!

(Shouting)

You're not Jose.

- You're Pablo.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Yeah? So why did you run?

Vega: We interviewed men at
construction sites all over town,

and, uh, we couldn't find anyone
who remembered your brother.

But there were quite a few who
remember a guy known as "El Diablo."

Yeah, El Diablo... they
didn't like him much, either.

He wasn't popular.

He was a bad guy... you know,
he was drunk he was mean-tempered,

started a lot of fights.

Vega: And when we went back this
morning and showed them your picture,

they all recognized you.

But not as Jose.

As El Diablo.

See, we were betting that that pretty
little tiger tattoo on your shoulder

has a devil underneath.

Vega: You came across the border,
killed your own brother,

and took his identity.

We checked into Jose's
employment records.

He last worked as a hotel cook.

He stopped showing up
three years ago.

Luckily, they still had
photo I.D. on file.

Recognize that guy? Hmm?

This guy here?

And this... This is what he looks like...
buried in concrete.

Vega:
Mira tu hermano.

Look what you did
to your brother.

You really wanted
that green card, huh?

Was killing your own brother
worth that green card?

(Vega speaks spanish)

(Pablo sighs)

(Voice breaks):
It was an accident.

(Sighs)

As soon as I got here, Jose
was on me about my drinking,

my attitude, everything.

(Sighs)

We had a fight,
and he hit his head.

I didn't realize how bad
it was at first, but...

I loved my brother, and I didn't
want to hurt him. I was...

It's tough
to come here with nothing.

Vega: Oh, yeah, okay.
Hey!

In Guatemala, people respected me...
here, I was dirt... worse than dirt!

I didn't know how to adjust
the way he had.

Why did you file the missing
persons report on yourself?

(Sighs)
I made too much trouble.

One of the bosses
called INS on me.

I figured if I just...
reported Pablo missing, they would stop looking.

(Crying): I really did become a
better person that day.

(Sniffles)

I stopped drinking,
I stopped fighting.

I got myself together, started trying
to live the way he wanted me to,

the way he would have.

I took his name, but...
I tried to do the right thing with it.

The thing is...
You try to put it behind you...

Try to tell yourself
it's in the past...

But every day I would wake up and wonder...
Wonder if today is the day...

It came back to me.

You think something like that
would fade after all these years.

But it's the first thing
I thought this morning.

And now... (Sighs)

here I am.

Evans: Did you find anything when
you visited this warehouse?

No.

Even when you visited the location
in your dreams, still nothing?

What do you think that means?

I don't know.

(Groans)

That I'm still
missing something.

Have you ever considered
the possibility

that maybe there's
just nothing there?

Then why would my subconscious
keep pointing me to it?

Because you need an excuse.

An excuse for what?

Evans:
To stay right where you are.

To keep everything
just like it is.

You can't admit that

moving represents a threat
to your arrangement,

so you simply create
a distraction,

some unfinished business,
a reason you have to stay put.

Lee:
But it's a mirage.

You've manufactured a
mystery that does not exist

and can never be solved

so that you never have to face
the thing that you're afraid of,

which is letting yourself
move to Portland.

You're an intelligent man,
detective.

I believe that
if you step back,

you'll begin to see
the situation for what it is...

a frightened mind
grasping at straws.

Man (Over speaker):
Welcome to Ricky's tacos.

What can I get you?

Your order, please?

Uh... Large ice tea.

Is that all for you today?

Yeah.

Yes?

Harper: I'm not gonna lie,
Michael, I will be...

Incredibly sad to see you go.

But with everything
you've gone through,

I really think it's the best
thing for you and Hannah.

I hope so.

So...

Well, I've just... Given my notice...
I'm not going for a while.

You can save the hug.

Are you gonna...?
All right.

All right, I'm gonna make sure you
land on a good spot up there. Thanks.

Harper: Carl, would you
listen to me for one minute?

Call off your dogs.

Our problem just walked out of
my office. He resigned.