Awake (2012): Season 1, Episode 9 - Game Day - full transcript

In both of Michael's realities, an L.A. university plays a football game against a Seattle rival: one team wins in one, the other team in the other. In the world with his wife, the movers are coming soon. Right after the football game, a belligerent young man rooting for Seattle is found murdered; his younger brother identifies the body and helps Michael find a suspect. In Michael's world with his son, someone torches the dry cleaning shop of a gambler heavily in debt; a woman dies in the fire. Michael suspects the gambler first then his bookie. Michael's son wants the truth from his girlfriend. One world illuminates the other.

and we want things to go as
trouble free as is possible.

I want check-points at all the major
intersections around the stadium.

And extra patrols at potential hot-spots.

If you see anything,
step in,

making nothing before it has a chance
to become something.

History is an indicator,
these bowl games,

they get pretty unruly.

There's small space, huge
crowd, an ocean of alcohol,

and some die-hard
out-of-town fans

who have come a long way
to root for their team.

L'Jacks.



L'Jacks.

Yeah, okay.

L'Jacks stink, dude!

Hey, who threw
the ball? Huh?!

Come on, you big bulldogs,
throw it in my face!

Rob, can we just
go inside, man?

Hey, what'd I say
about being a puss?!

You got to stand up
to these people.

Who threw it?!

Seattle sucks!
Huh?!

Who wants to diss Seattle
to my face?!

Whatever.

Your job is to make sure
the only thing

newsworthy about this game
is the score.



You heard me...
A hundred on Seattle.

Man (Over phone)
You sure you can cover it, John?

Something happens
to your other arm,

you won't be able
to run your business.

Don't worry.
I've been following this one.

This one's good.

I've got you down for Seattle,
minus one.

Hundred thousand.

Whatever happens, John,

I better not have to come
looking for you.

Just make the bet.

(Phone beeps off)

You're kidding me.

You're actually going?

Of course. It's a huge game.

Yup. But, uh...

Oh, wait,
you find it so unbelievable

that I'm a sports fan?

(Chuckles)

Oh, certainly I'll be watching.

The pageantry,

the struggle,
the victory and defeat.

A sport is a link
to our tribal past.

I'm surprised you're not
more interested.

For me, every game
could go either way.

So, it's kind
of hard to...

Keep track or
care any more.

Announcer (On TV): And here
we are in the forth quarter,

ten seconds left on the clock.

The kicker's lining up,
the ball is in motion.

(Men cheering)

The kick is no good!
Los Angeles has won!

(Announcer continues
indistinctly, all cheering)

Announcer: Los Angeles has won
the game come on, Britten!

With just ten seconds left.
Come on!

Announcer: ...An easy kick.
L.A. wins over Seattle.

What an excit...

(Cheering continues)

Announcer (Over TV): And here
we are in the fourth quarter,

ten seconds left on the clock.

The kicker is lining up,

and the kick sails
right through the uprights.

Seattle has pulled out
the victory over Los Angeles.

Yes! Huh?!

...stunned Los Angeles team...

Britten:
In one world, the field goal

misses by inches,
in the other, it's good.

- Bulldogs suck! Yeah, you.
- That's right.

It all just feels so arbitrary.

Oh, I'll remember you.

Is everything okay?

Yes, fine.

Frankly, now that I can see how
easily it can go either way,

I wonder why we get so wrapped
up in it to start with.

(Indistinct radio transmission)

I mean, when you really
think about it,

does it ever really matter
who wins or loses?

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.

AWAKE
S01 Ep09 - Game Day

When was the last time
when you saw your brother?

What?

- Your brother.
- Uh, um...

Uh, just bef... just before
I went to go get the car.

Um, we parked far away
and, you know,

and, um, with the cast
Rob was so slow, and so...

You know, I left him
at the entrance.

When I came back, he
wasn't there, you know.

I looked for like

a half hour or so and...

Then I called
security and, uh,

and, uh...

Yeah, I-I...

I guess I shouldn't be
that surprised.

What does that mean?

Rob, you know, he's...

He's always getting
into fights,

especially after a few beers.
(Chuckles)

I mean, he didn't
listen to anyone.

And who did he get into it
with today?

(Chuckles)
I don't... everybody.

I mean, you know, he spent just
as much time screaming at the

people in the stands as he did
the players on the field.

Still, I never imagined, uh...

Where were you guys sitting?

Um...

G20.

- Can I keep that?
- Yeah.

All right, we're going to pull together
some of people who were sitting around you,

might have gotten into it with Rob.

You think you'd be
able to identify them?

I don't know.

Like I said, you know, it wasn't
like one particular guy.

Rob was sort of a walking brawl.

We have to start somewhere.

So we'll arrange
accommodations for you

for the next
couple of nights.

Then when we have something
for you to look at,

we'll call you in,
is that all right?

All right, officer Harbin
will take care you.

Officer?

Thank you very much.

Bird: You really have to
piss somebody off

to get them to cave
in half your skull.

Sounds like he specialized
in pissing people off.

Wonder what
broke his leg.

Britten:
Hey, look at this.

Look at the green on his ear.

Somebody left some decoration.

- Home team colors.
- Bird: Great.

(Music playing)

(Lowers volume)

Rex, come on.
I got dinner downstairs.

Rex, come on.
Let's go.

I'm not hungry.

I know you don't want
to hear this right now

but you have to trust me.

There will be other girls.

Who said this
was about a girl?

Nobody lies in bed all day
listening to depressing music

because they have
a stomach cramp.

I'm a Detective.
I know when people are lying.

Then why'd you
let me stay home?

I've wanted the occasional day
in bed myself.

But you get one free pass
and this is it.

Tomorrow morning,
you're back at school on time.

You understand?

All right, move over.

All right,

you want to talk about it?

What?

What, I don't know,
whatever happened with Emma.

I think I just need
some more time to myself.

Okay.

I got to go to work
for a few hours anyway.

So there's food on the counter
if you need it.

Hang in there, kiddo.

It's going to be okay.

I'll see you later.

(Music stops)

(Phone line ringing)

Emma: Hey, it's Emma.
Leave me a message.

(Beep)

Emma...

Come on.

Just call me back, text me,
something.

Woman: This place went
up really quickly.

The dry cleaning chemicals
are very flammable.

Victim appears to have died
of smoke inhalation.

Got her name... Sabina Fernandez.

Her neighbor said, uh,
she worked here.

Britten: So we don't think she
could have started this fire?

No, it was
definitely arson.

Someone played
with the fuse box,

tried to make it
look like a short.

We recovered a piece
of plastic tubing

that contained some
sort of accelerant.

We'll run a chemical
analysis, let you know

if we find anything that might
tell us where it came from.

All right. Thanks.

Vega:
So what's our next move?

Uh, well,
you tell me.

Well, uh, we check the streets
for security cameras, ATMs,

any video from
the time of the fire.

Yeah, and then?

Well, then we interview
the victim's family and friends,

see if anyone
wanted to hurt her.

Like boyfriends,
husbands...

Come on, she's living alone
in the back of a cleaners.

If you wanted to
kill someone like this,

you go to the trouble of setting
a fake electrical fire?

She's not the target.

She's just unlucky.

So, an insurance job?

Sometimes, if it looks like a
duck and it quacks like a duck,

it's the guy
with the big knife.

- The owner.
- Yeah.

What do we have here?

There's a possible
reason why.

What do you see here?

A lot of red numbers.

They're bets.

Look, it's a ledger.

And you don't write things down
in red when you're winning.

How much do you
think he owes?

I don't know.

Hello. Look that this.

Last bet, Seattle over L.A.,
100 grand.

Well, if he would have bet on
L.A., she'd still be alive

and we'd both still
be home right now.

I don't know.

I have a feeling which ever way
the game went,

we'd still be working
a case somewhere.

So, uh, you haven't
said anything,

and I haven't
brought it up.

The calendar says that
your last day is coming up soon.

That's when the
movers are coming.

I'll be around; I'll
close this case out.

And then what? You're just
gonna pack up your desk and go?

And leave without
saying good-bye?

I'm not huge
on good-byes.

So what if me and some of the
guys put something together?

What do mean,
"put something together"?

(Doorbell ringing)
Well, after all the time

you spent on the job,
the least we can do

is take over a bar, give
you a proper send-off.

Maybe.

Is that like a
"yes" maybe or...?

Sure, fine.

Good evening.

Detective Britten
and Detective Vega. LAPD.

We're looking for John Koh.

Sabina was part of our family.

She worked for us
for the last seven years.

She opened the store
every morning.

She was always
the last one to leave.

But she never gave
you any indication

that she was staying
at the property?

No, she...
She was a private person.

Mrs. Koh, could we have
a few minutes alone

with your husband, please?

We'll be taking a
statement from you, too.

Thank you.

How do you think
this could've happened?

(Sighs)

I... caught some
neighborhood kids

vandalizing the store once.

Had to call
the police on them.

You think they would have
done this on purpose?

No, I suppose not.

Huh?

Are you insured?

Yes, of course.

For how much?

Uh... a million.

You recognize that
ledger, Mr. Koh?

How much did you owe?

How much does he
owe, Detective?

$487,000.

That's also a
lot of money.

- Detectives, I'm telling you...
- Britten: Well, I'm telling you:

Miss Fernandez's death makes
this a felony murder case.

And we know the fire
was no accident.

Now, here's what
I think happened.

I think you got
yourself in trouble,

you dug yourself
a deeper and deeper hole

and you panicked.

You had no idea miss
Fernandez was living there,

and you went for
the insurance money.

No, I swear to you, I had...
nothing to do with this.

Look.

I'll take a lie detector test.
All right?

If that,
if that's what you need.

- Oh, we can arrange that.
- All right, good.

I'll do whatever it takes

to prove to you that
I didn't do this.

Let's assume for a second
that you're telling the truth.

Somebody wanted
that insurance money.

So who do you owe?

I can't.

You're scared?

Can you imagine
how scared Sabina was

trapped inside a burning building
she couldn't escape from?

This person you described
as a family member.

Now, let me ask you again.

Who do you owe?

- Solomon Kang?
- Yeah. What is this?

We have a warrant
to search your premise

in connection with the fire
at Koh's Imperial Cleaners.

Don't know nothing
about that.

- Do you have any weapons on you?
- No.

Mind if we pat you down?

(Sighs)

You got the wrong guy.

Yeah. The guy who did this
left traces of an accelerant.

Turned out
to be nitromethane,

which is a fuel
used for tuner cars.

Well, you knew that 'cause
you manufacture it right here.

Come on, man, I sell that stuff
to anyone who comes in here.

You arrest me, you might
as well arrest everyone

with a souped-up ricer
in L.A. County.

I don't think that they all
take bets from John Koh

and I'm sure that they
did not break his arm.

Look, I'm telling you,
I didn't torch his place.

It's not my style.

Look, we're talking
about reasonable doubt.

Unless you put him
on the scene,

we don't have enough
to make the case stick.

For all you know, he didn't
actually do it himself.

He may have sent
one of his guys.

Well, what do we
do with him now?

Well, then we'll file
for the illegal gambling.

While we hold him we'll
see what we can find.

Don't get more,

it'll get plead down
to a misdemeanor.

Vega: Yeah, but the
fuel from his shop

started the fire.
Now the lab says

the chemical signatures
are identical.

It's practically a fingerprint.
But Kang told us

a lot of people
had access to the fuel.

Figure out how it got
from point a to point B.

Until then...

You caught a bookie
not a murderer.

- Thanks, Marco.
- Yeah.

Let's pull the tapes
from the store

up the street from the cleaners.

Um, but there's no
angle on the cleaners.

- It's just traffic going by.
- Yeah.

That's what I want to see.

Why?

Kang's got a tuner
car place, right?

Blends his own fuel.

What do you think his
boys drive, Buicks?

There.

That one.

That's about
the right time frame.

Yeah.

All right.

Can we get a plate on it?

Vega:
No.

He just zips
right by in profile.

- This is it.
- All right.

Let's print it out.

Custom paint job like that
is almost as good as a plate.

Let's get patrol

to start looking for it.

Put together a list
of everyone in Koreatown

that does custom paint jobs
on tuner cars.

Where you going?

Home to bed.
It's 1:00 A.M.

Don't you think
I'd like some sleep, too?

Fair enough.

Rex:
Dad. Dad.

Hey.

What's going on?

Emma's lying to me.

There's no way she broke up with me

because she caught me
staring at Cassie Andersen.

Right.

How do I give her
one of those polygraph things?

Well, um...

Giving your ex-girlfriend
a polygraph

is not one of your better ideas.

There's something
she's not telling me.

You said you
could tell...

When someone's lying.
How do you do it?

(Sighs)

Son...

Seriously, how do you know?

Uh...

Well...

Liars tend to, uh,
stiffen up.

You know, their body language,

their arms and feet become,

their movements
become minimal.

They cross their arms
or they...

Touch their nose
or their throat.

They'll avoid eye contact.

They generally
get defensive.

You know, if you're
telling the truth

you're on the offensive.

Um, okay.

Yeah, thanks,
this is good...

H-hold on.

W-wait a second.

Before you go off

conducting an interrogation
into a breakup,

can I ask you...

What do you hope to find?

I just want her
to tell me the truth.

(Phone buzzing)

Yeah. No, hold on. Rex!

Hey, hold on!

I'll see you tonight.

Bird:
Man, what's going on?

You don't want to know.

All right, what's up?

I think we might've got lucky.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, a motorcycle cop

spotted a car in a ditch
this morning about 7:00 A.M.,

and the driver
was passed out in the airbag.

I don't know how long
he was here,

but it did not sober him up.

He still blew a .28
on the breathalyzer.

So you got a drunk guy
in a ditch.

Why is he our guy?

Well, his license
matches the name

on the season ticket holder
manifest for G20.

Was he even at the game?

Well, the odds
are pretty good on that one.

Keep the wheel of car as you ****

Be right back
with the cones, and, uh,

we'll do some parallel parking.

Okay.

First you skip homeroom, then
you don't answer my calls.

Why won't you talk to me?

You know why.

There's no way you
broke up with me because...

You saw me talking
to Cassie Andersen.

- You stare at her all the time.
- Everyone looks at her.

She's gorgeous and she dresses
like she's in a rap video.

- Rex...
- Please.

Tell me to my face
that you dumped me

because you saw me
looking at Cassie Andersen.

Is that really why?

Yes.

You're lying.

- No, I'm not.
- You did it again.

Did what?

Lied to me.

How do you know?!

Does it matter how I know?
What matters is that I'm right,

and we both know it.

Hey!

Hey!

Emma!

Emma, what are you doing?
You won't even talk to me.

Emma, please!

I don't want to
talk about it!

And trust me, you don't want to know.

Trust me, I do.

Please just tell me
the truth and I swear

I'll leave you alone.

Kenneth:
I don't know.

Britten:
Well, he was painted green.

And since your brother
had traces of green paint

on his body, we were curious
if maybe...

He got into a fight
with somebody

who was painted green.

Yeah, there was this L.A. fan
who did the whole green thing.

You know, my brother
got in this guy's face,

they start
shoving each other...

They threw a few punches,

but security
broke it up really fast.

Does that look like the guy?

I mean, I didn't really
get a good look at him.

Um, I mean,
he was green.

Okay. Thanks.

Britten: What do you
do for a job, George?

(Sighs)
I'm an investment banker.

No wonder our country's
going in the toilet.

Our people of high finance
are painting themselves green.

Who did you go
to the game with?

With some buddies
from college.

It's why I had
the green paint on.

It's kind of a tradition,
an alumni thing.

Look, guys,

what's going on?

It's a little overkill
for a dui, right?

Is it?

Recognize this guy?

No.

Take a good look.

His name is Robert Jones.

Never seen him.

Bird:
Funny.

When I get in a fight,

the guy I'm fighting with
usually makes an impression.

Don't tell me
he's pressing charges.

So, you do remember him.

We got into it in the stands.

It was no big deal.

Britten:
No big deal.

No.

What?

He didn't humiliate you?

In front of your friends?
In front of your banker buddies?

- Your college buddies?
- No.

What happened?
You put him down?

Did he put you down?
Punch each other?

You scratch each other?
Pull each other's hair?

What was it, George?

Did you follow him
outside, George?

No.

Britten:
See, the good news is,

he won't be pressing charges.

The bad news is,

he was found beaten
to death in the parking lot.

What?

Those are some ugly bruises
on your knuckles there, George.

And the blood on your shirt...
Where's that from?

Wait. You...

You guys think I had something
to do with this?

Britten: We're just trying
to work out how it went

from a fistfight in the stands

to a dead guy
in the parking lot,

and you passed out a couple
of miles away in a ditch

with a blood alcohol level
three times the legal limit.

It looks to us

a lot like you were trying

to leave the stadium
in a real hurry.

No. No.

I, um...

No? Okay, tell us
what happened, George.

I can't.

You... can't?

Why is that?

I don't remember.

You don't remember?

That's what
you're going with?

I mean, seriously.

The amnesia's not the
great legal smoke screen

you might think
it is, George.

You have to come up
with an actual story.

Look, I was hammered.

Blacked out drunk.

But I wouldn't
kill someone

just 'cause L.A. lost.

Oh, you packing or reading?

Movers are
coming tomorrow.

Just reading up about
yesterday's game

so I don't embarrass myself
in front of

the guys at work.

I tell you Vega's organizing
a going-away party for me?

Wow.

- I'm amazed you agreed to go.
- Why?

'Cause I just know how you hate
being the center of attention.

Oh, he's like a
little puppy dog.

I didn't want to
hurt his feelings.

(Phone buzzes)
Oh.

Your ears must
have been burning.

I don't know about my ears,
but my eyes are pretty tired.

I got two hours of sleep.

But I had patrol hit up

every paint and body shop
in Koreatown,

and finally found the one
that painted the tuner car

that we were looking for.

Well, it's registered to
a Korean kid named Jinsung do.

Uh, got some priors...
One for gun possession.

Got dropped to a misdemeanor
because he's a minor.

- Any connection with Kang?
- Vega: Yeah.

He's one of Kang's runners.

Can we go talk to him?

All right, I'm about
to leave the station.

- Want me to pick you up?
- Where does he live?

Koreatown...
With his grandmother.

(Music playing)

(Buzzer sounds)

Woman:
Hello?

Britten:
LAPD. Is Jinsung Do home?

Ma'am, I understand you want
to protect your grandson,

but we have a warrant
for his arrest,

so if you want him to be safe,

I need you to open this door
now.

♪ ♪

Clear.

Clear.

(Music stops)

He's running.

Take the back.

(Engine revving,
tires squealing)

Stop!

Stop!

(Engine revving,
tires squealing, clinking)

(Tires squealing, horn honking)

Stop!

(Gasps)

This kid has the shoot girls.

Yeah, 8:00.

If we had the whole place,
it's going down.

All right.

That was Danny.

Danny evidence,
Danny Motor Pool?

Evidence. Says his sister works
at this restaurant in Hollywood,

has this amazing
roof deck.

Says she's gonna give us
a deal to rent it out

tomorrow night for the party.

Oh.

Mechanical bull.
Does it sound like fun?

Sure.

Woman (Over P.A.):
Dr. Brand to cardiology.

You keep staring at that thing

like it's gonna
tell you something.

Detectives?

He's got a few
broken ribs

and a subdural hematoma,
but he's stable.

- Can we interview him?
- Yeah.

Just keep it short.

Thanks.

Hey, Jinsung,
remember us?

We have enough evidence
linking you to the fire

that killed
Sabina Fernandez,

with a secure
conviction for murder.

Now, you're a juvie, but you'll
get tried as an adult, so,

that's gonna get you 25 to
life, or a death sentence.

So this is a
serious conversation.

It may be your last chance to
do something good for yourself

for a long, long time.

Now, I don't think
you acted alone,

and I'd like to be able to tell
the D.A. that you cooperated.

And maybe he'll
go easy on you.

But you have to tell me
who hired you.

And don't worry
about Kang trying

to hurt you
or your grandmother.

He's not gonna be able
to touch you from prison.

This is your last chance

to help yourself.

Kang's not the one
who hired me.

No?

No.

Okay, then, who hired you?

(Doorbell rings,
woman speaks indistinctly on TV)

It's the police.

Detectives,
please come in.

Britten:
Thank you.

Can I get you
some tea?

No, we're good.
Thank you.

We have a suspect

in custody who confessed
to setting the fire.

I think you know him.

His name is Jinsung Do.

(Sighs)

Kang sends him around every week
to settle my account,

to pay out or collect.

Mostly to collect.

So, you were right
about Kang.

He sent Jinsung
to burn down my store.

Not according to Mr. Do.

But he works for Kang.

But he says he was working
for someone else that night.

You want to tell your husband,
or shall I?

Tell him what?

That you hired Mr. Do
to burn down the store.

Me?

That's crazy.

That you promised him $25,000
of the insurance money.

He's making this up so Kang
doesn't hurt his family.

He's lying!

Is he lying
about the three calls

you made to his cell phone
last week?

Because that's what
the records show.

I understand you were trying to
dig your husband out of trouble,

save the business. I suspect
you did not know Ms. Fernandez

was sleeping on the property,
but I promise you that

lying to us now will only
make things worse for you.

Su Mi?

I begged you to stop,

but you wouldn't listen.

Even when they hurt you,
you wouldn't listen.

What other choice
did I have?

Sabina died in that fire.

And I'm the one who
has to live with that.

If you even
call that living.

- I keep seeing her face...
- Su Mi...

- again and again!
- Ma'am, ma'am.

(Panting)
Stop it!

- Mrs. Koh, please don't resist!
- (Yelling): Stop it!

We're placing you
under arrest

for the murder
of Sabina Fernandez.

You have the right
to remain silent...

Hey.

The victim's mom
and surviving son are waiting

to claim the body,
wondering what the holdup is.

Frankly, so am I.

I had to pull this from sid.

Why?

'Cause I think we
have the wrong guy.

I'm listening.

We found this next to his body,
so we assumed it was his, right?

And it's also his team.

Look at him.

Big, beefy guy.

So what?

So, I knew something
was bothering me,

and I realized this
morning what it was.

Put it on him.

- That's no way that's his.
- Okay.

So, if it's not the victim's
hat, whose is it?

(Crying)

Then will you please call
Aunt Sue?

Please call her.

It's not gonna do
any good...

I'll be right back.

Look, guys, I don't know
what's going on, but, um,

my mother... she's been
through a lot, okay, and, um...

And I should take her home.

I'm afraid she'll have
a lot more to go through

before the day is over.

You can tell your mother
whatever you want,

but we have
to talk to you

now.

Why am I here?

Why do you think you're here,
Kenneth?

I don't know.

Let me tell you

what Detective Bird here
thinks happened.

We know your brother, Rob,
was violent,

that he got
in everyone's face.

Yeah, I know, I know; I'm
the one who told you that.

Yeah, but you didn't tell us
that he was abusive to you.

We have witnesses
at the stadium

said he was
pushing you around.

That must have been humiliating.

Must have made you feel
small and weak

in front of a crowd like that.

Sure, he-he was hard on me,
but, you know,

that-that's
what big brothers do.

Oh.

You said you went
to the car afterwards,

you couldn't find it?

I couldn't.

That's not
what we think went down.

Here.

Do me a favor,

and, uh, put that on.

Put it on,
or I'll put it on for you.

It fits, right?

It fits like a glove.

See, we found it next
to your brother's dead body.

After you killed him,

you grabbed the wrong cap.

No.

I have the same hat.

Different sizes.

You took his, you left yours.

Kenneth?

We already pulled
hair samples.

We know you killed
your brother,

and you were going to let
an innocent man take the fall.

Here's the only question left:

What do we tell your mother?

She's outside,
waiting to take Rob's body home.

When this all comes out,

and it will all come out...

Mm-hmm.

...we can tell her one
of two things.

That she raised
a cold-blooded killer.

Or that her son made a mistake.

That he's human.

That he was provoked.

That he was bullied,

and that for once in his life,
he stood up for himself.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Okay? I swear I didn't.

During the whole game,

he kept slapping me
in the back of the head

and calling me a girl

because I wouldn't
stand up for him

during those fights
with the other fans.

And then after...
After the game was done,

it got really bad, you know?

We were... we were walking
back to the car,

and-and-and I told him to stop,
and he wouldn't.

Then he pushed me on the ground,
he got in my face,

and he called me a pussy,
and I-I...

I felt this-this loose brick
underneath me,

and I just... I grabbed it.

And I...

(Sighs)

Okay.

(People talking, phones ringing)

Dad.

Hey.

What are you...
What are you doing here?

Is everything okay?

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, sure.
You want to sit down?

I'll get you a soda
or something?

Is there, like,
someplace more private?

Okay, what's going on?

Dad, I got her pregnant.

Oh.

Oh.

How far along is she?

She lost it.

She never told me.

This whole time, I've been
acting like an idiot,

and she's been dealing with
this and the whole thing.

I-I mean...

It-it's all my fault.

Well, you're both responsible.

No, she was always
smart about...

Protection and...

I know when it happened.

In the very beginning,

and I didn't have anything,

and I...

I told her it would be
okay, and she wasn't...

Rex...

She wasn't sure,

and-and I promised her
it would be fine.

And it wasn't.

All right, how is she?

I don't... I don't know.

I mean, she says she's fine,

but she hasn't told anyone.

She's just been
dealing with it alone.

She said she didn't think
I could handle it.

And she was right.

What's wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with you.

You're a teenager.

You just reacted like one,
that's all.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

How do I fix it?

Well, you have to let her know
that when she needs anything,

if she needs anything,

that you will be there for her.

I can do that.

Let me grab my bag,
and I'll get you home.

Mrs. Koh:
Did you watch the game?

They almost won.

There was this one play,

this one field goal,

and it missed by a few inches.

Just that one little thing.

One tiny, little thing,

and this
could all be different.

I just texted her, and she said
she wants to come over.

Hey, listen,

uh, you know how you said
that you knew when it happened?

Back in the beginning?

When was that?

Just before mom died.

Emma said she found out
just after the funeral.

Why?

Where are you going?

I didn't want to wake you.

I got to go out for a while.

The movers are coming up
to start packing today.

I know.

I'll be back.

(Indistinct talking)

Emma? Emma?

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, I'm, um, Michael...

Yeah, Mr. Britten, hi.

I-I was at the funeral.

Could we, uh...

I'll catch up
with you guys after.

Girl:
Bye. See you later.

What are you doing here?

Uh...

I want to ask you a question,

and it might be completely...

Inappropriate.

Are you...

...by any chance...

H-how did you know?

It's Rex's.

Mr... I-I thought
about calling you,

I just...

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh, can you tell them how to get
the ladder up into the attic?

Guys, can you
give us five, please?

Just give us a minute?

Thank you.

What's going on?

There's something
we need to talk about.