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So tell me how this works.
I'm awake with my
wife, then 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 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 Ep02 - The Little Guy
Did you wash these?
I presume that's teenager
for "Thank you."
They,
They smell weird.
Weird?
I-I don't know.
They used
to smell different.
It's very difficult, isn't it?
We can't begin
to imagine all the
the little ways
that a loss affects us
until we are confronted
with it day by day.
Maybe.
Maybe some of those things
aren't really lost.
What are you doing?
What?
Fabric softener.
Fabric softener.
My God,
that is interesting.
Do you know that the exact
access to the unconscious mind
that you're describing
has been sought after
since the beginning
of civilization?
The Greeks used to sleep
in temple chambers,
hoping to receive insight
from their dreams.
Even philosophers
and scientists
have recorded
incredible breakthroughs
delivered to them while asleep.
Guess I should
have been a scientist.
All I do is end up working
twice as many homicides.
Bernard Mackenzie?
The fertility doctor, you
guys never heard of him?
and Tuesday he drops
dead of a heart attack.
Autopsy report
comes back clean,
but something about
it kept bugging me.
So tonight I do a
whole nother workup,
and bingo, I find a reason
to call my two bestest
pals over in Homicide.
Potassium chloride.
Shot of that will give an
Olympian a heart attack,
but it's usually
not very subtle,
which is where this
guy's killer gets smart.
The doctor here was diabetic,
so they planted the
chemical in his insulin,
pushes it out
of the blood,
basically makes it untraceable.
Unless you're really good,
which I am.
So, congratulations,
gentlemen,
Dr. Bernard Mackenzie's death
is now officially a ***.
Sorry.
I thought there was more
in the fridge.
I'll get to the store
tomorrow.
It's fine.
You know, I can
go out, or like,
eat at Cole's when
you're going to be late.
His dad said it's okay.
What, you don't like cereal
and soda night?
I'm a step away
from giving you
a bag of sugar and a spoon.
I'm just saying, we don't have
to force ourselves to do this.
What, eat?
At the table.
Together every night.
You used to eat
with your mother, right?
When I wasn't here?
Yeah, usually.
What did she have to do
to convince you
to sit down with her?
I don't know.
I guess she cooked actual food.
What's all that?
Mail.
Rex's.
That was Cole's dad.
Apparently Rex has been having
stuff shipped to their address.
Look at this.
Catalogs.
Junk mail.
This one looks like a bill.
Could you pass me a knife?
Why?
I want to open the box,
see what's inside.
Can we just
Can we leave that alone?
Why?
Because I-I
What's the point?
Well, aren't you curious
to see what it is?
I mean, he's having
stuff shipped
to somebody else's house.
All right, fine.
Can you just leave it
till I go?
What's wrong?
I'm not like you.
Okay, I
Yesterday, I found his cleat
in the trunk of the car,
and I I remember
he'd lost it,
Yeah. and he'd been
looking for it for weeks,
and I found it.
And I just stood there, and I
It just about put me
on the ground.
So, we'll
we'll go through
his mail, I just
Shh.
I'm sorry.
I don't understand
how it's so easy for you.
It-It's not that
it's easy for me.
I just sometimes things,
they don't remind me
of him being gone,
or the accident, they
they remind me of him,
you know?
I mean, I don't
know what's in there,
but on the off chance it might
have made you think of him,
in case it put a
smile on your face
I thought it was
worth opening.
I'm sorry.
No.
It just
doesn't work like that for me.
Why do you think
that you and your wife
have such different reactions
when something reminds you
of Rex?
Sometimes I
Sometimes I think
she's trying to deal
with the fact that he's gone
by pretending he was never here.
Where as you simply
insist on pretending
that he's perfectly fine.
I know you want
to hold on to your son,
but have you considered the
possibility that that fantasy
may become incompatible
with holding on to your wife?
Just because I have
a different perspective,
I don't see that as a bad thing.
Maybe the fact that I
see things differently
allows me to know
what questions to ask,
what answers to focus on.
Maybe it puts me
in a better position to help.
What?
Number three, Bernard Mackenzie.
What do you know about that?
Some dead homeless guy.
Why?
Dr. Bernard Mackenzie's
death is now
officially a ***.
Let me see the file.
But they worked it.
It's, you know,
there's no evidence,
no leads, it's a dead end.
Why are you so interested
in a dead homeless guy?
Just get me the file.
All right.
I think
that these sorts of connections
between your worlds can be
incredibly beneficial,
and I support
a more active connection
between your conscious
and unconscious mind.
I think it's gonna aid you
in uncovering and processing
the source
of your emotional issues.
Well,
would it surprise
you to hear Dr. Lee
feels slightly differently?
Let me be clear, Detective.
Your condition is the result
of a deeply fractured psyche.
It is a problem.
It is not a tool.
Well, you can call it
whatever you like, Doctor.
I seem to be doing all right
with it.
Mrs. Britten?
Hey, Cole,
Look, your dad was
having some mail,
dropped off that I guess Rex
was having delivered here?
Yeah, yeah, right, I
Well, anyway,
I opened this one and
I was just wondering if you
could tell me what that is?
Yeah, that's,
It's a camshaft.
Okay, uh, so new question.
I was wondering
if you can tell me
maybe why he had a camshaft
delivered to your house?
Right, yeah,
Come with me.
We, uh, had been working on
it for the past nine months.
Every time we said we
were going to the beach,
we actually came here.
You guys bought this?
I-I know you guys had
said no to him,
and my parents
said the same thing.
It was
It was really all my idea.
Look, if it makes
you feel any better,
no one ever rode it.
It wasn't finished
when Rex,
After that, I didn't really feel
like working on it, you know?
What's this?
That's a feeler gauge.
It-it like changes
the distance between the,
rocker arm
and the valve stems.
To be honest,
Rex was kind of the one
that figured all this stuff out.
You should finish it.
Rex would have wanted you to.
This is a total
waste of time.
They canvassed the
neighborhood a month ago.
You think it's gotten
more likely they're gonna
know anything about a dead
homeless junkie now?
There's only one way
to find out.
Did you even look
at this guy's file?
Bernard Mackenzie four arrests
for assault and battery,
two for armed robbery, 11
for possession of narcotics.
Now, this is the guy whose *** you
suddenly feel compelled to solve?
We don't pick
the victims, Vega.
- It's our job to clear the cases.
- Don't give me that.
This wasn't our case, and
you did pick this victim.
So if you're gonna drag
me all over the city
trying to dig him up,
the least you can do
is tell me why this
is so important.
Who the hell is
Bernard Mackenzie to you?
- You want to know the truth?
- Yes, I want to know the truth.
I don't have to explain
myself to you.
What?
I've been doing
this job long enough
that if I tell you some homeless
guy's death is important,
as far as you're concerned,
it's a Kennedy assassination.
If you have trouble
understanding that,
you're gonna work me
instead of the case all day,
why don't you catch a cab
back to the office,
go do some paperwork,
and I'll go be detective.
All right?
Sir!
Sir, excuse me. LAPD.
Look, I'm a busy man, I'm very busy.
I understand that.
You know why we're
here, don't you?
You got any gum?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, I saw that.
I saw that a
hundred percent.
A hundred and
ten percent.
It was, like, this guy,
you know, he went boom!
You know, and, like, the other
guy, you know, like, dead!
Where was this?
Right down there.
Right down there
where down there is.
Can you tell us
what happened, exactly?
H-He was a little guy.
The little guy shot him.
He just went boom!
Shot him.
Mean little guy.
What'd he look like,
this little guy?
He was a little man.
I don't know,
I-I-I didn't get that close.
I-I can't.
You-you see that house?
The yellow one?
That's where
they keep the antennas.
And when
they broadcast,
they-they tell you
all kind of crazy stuff.
I stay awake.
That's how
I stay out of trouble.
The broadcasts.
Well, thank you.
If we have any more questions,
we'll beam you up.
Thank you for your time.
If we need you, we'll find you.
You have to be
kidding me.
That's your witness?
The guy doesn't even know
what planet he's on, man.
He thinks gum is money.
Doesn't mean he
didn't see anything.
Can we go now?
Wait, that's the guy?
That's the guy
you like for the
Mackenzie ***?
Yeah. Why?
Well, you didn't tell
me he was, like, ten feet tall.
That matter
for some reason?
No.
I'll lead; you close.
This is ridiculous.
Then help me to see
what I'm missing, Dr. Taylor.
Did you threaten to kill Dr.
Mackenzie in front of his wife?
We were arguing, I was venting
obviously, I didn't mean it.
Look, the people you should be talking
to are those religious groups
that send us threatening
e-mail all the time.
I've got a whole folder
full of death threats
for me and Mackenzie.
Well, was it you
or a religious group
that got into an altercation
with the victim
two days before
he was found dead.
I was simply trying
to clean out my office.
He accosted me.
And the office you were cleaning out,
that's the one you lost in the
lawsuit over the practice?
A practice worth millions
of dollars a year?
I didn't care about that.
Really?
Mackenzie's the one
who decided that
we could start
printing money
if we just took on
a wealthier crowd.
And, then, so he started
turning away the people
who really do need our help,
because they're tough cases
affects our stats.
See, the kind of patients
that Mackenzie wants,
they need see
you've got perfect stats.
So after a while I'd had enough.
And yes, when the contracts
were all settled,
it turns out
he figured out a way
to screw me
out of my own practice.
But Mackenzie was the one
who'd kill for another dollar.
I just wanted out.
Whatever happened,
it had nothing
to do with me.
Because you were
at home that night
watching television,
by yourself,
while your wife,
your kids,
anybody who could
corroborate your story,
was conveniently out.
Do I have it right
so far, Doctor?
How tall are you?
Six, 11. Why?
It was the little guy.
Definitely.
Lawyer's here.
Okay.
Don't say a word.
But I didn't do
Let me handle this.
My client has nothing
to say at this time.
If you want to speak
further to him,
you can charge him
with something.
Otherwise, it's time
to let him go.
Let him go?
Your client made public
threats and got into
a fistfight with a man who
cost him millions of dollars.
That man ended up dead
two days later.
Your client not
only has no alibi,
he had access to the office, knew
that the victim was a diabetic,
and being a doctor,
knew exactly
how to kill somebody and make it
look like a heart attack.
Your client
isn't going anywhere.
Then we're done talking.
What were you watching?
Don't answer that.
You said you were
watching television.
What were you watching?
I can't help
you if you don't talk.
It's an innocent question;
you're saying you're innocent.
I don't see what
the problem is.
What were you watching?
Sunday night, I was
watching the football game.
Office security said that the lights
were tripped in the kitchen area
where Mackenzie kept the
insulin at around 9:00 p.m.
That would've been
the third quarter.
Remember anything
about the third quarter?
Arthur, I'd advise you
not to say anything else
until we've had
a chance to speak.
- Who was winning?
- Arthur.
The Steelers.
- They'd just scored.
- Which you could've found out
by looking at a newspaper.
You remember anything
the commentator said,
anything specific?
I remember something
about the defense.
How the team
was so banged up,
the one commentator said
that they'd ask him to play.
Something like that.
Is that right?
Let's find out.
They're not
gonna get anywhere on the field.
They've got
so many people injured,
I think even I'm
in their dime package.
You can see the defen
All right, so Taylor
either saw the game,
or made a tape and
memorized the commentary.
Since he didn't think he had an
alibi, I'm saying he saw the game.
He's not the guy.
That's quite a catch.
You don't pull that
out of your hat
and Taylor's in a cell
waiting for a bail hearing.
Just trying to see it
from all the angles.
No. I saw it on your face the
minute he walked in the room.
Lot of evidence against him,
but you didn't like him for it.
Mind telling me what
you saw that I didn't?
I don't know, s
something felt off.
And you asking him
about his height,
was that just part
of what felt off to you?
Intuition.
Okay.
So where does that leave us?
Well, he said they
had death threats.
What do you say we pull all their
computers and see what we come up with?
And what's your intuition
telling you
about going down that road?
If I hear from it, you will be
the first person to know.
Hey. Anything?
Yeah.
Threatening e-mails
were standard issue,
but our technical guys went through
the clinic's computer system
and found out it
had been hacked.
Somebody had installed a backdoor
to all the clinic's records,
and within hours of
the doctor's ***
about 20 of those
records disappeared.
Can we track this
hacking somebody down?
Let's ask Nat.
I.P. address belongs
to Laura Harvison.
Her records are among
the ones deleted
within hours
after the ***.
I looked her up.
Paralegal who barely knows how
to use her own Facebook page.
It's really unlikely
she pulled this off.
Right. So who did?
She's got a
More likely that's
your hacker.
All right. And, uh,
what about the deleted records?
Trying to retrieve copies
from an off-site backup, but
it's gonna
take some time.
You got a name
for this 17-year-old kid?
Sam. Sam Harvison.
All right. Let's go see if we can
pull Sammy away from the keyboard
long enough
to have a chat.
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
Just
please, just
don't tell my mom.
Why don't you
walk us through
what happened.
I was only trying
to find my own file.
But once I was in,
I accidentally altered
some of the others.
I didn't mean to it was
stupid but then every time
I tried to fix it, I ended
up just making it worse.
I didn't know what to do.
Why so interested in your file?
My dad
he found out that he had cancer,
like, a few months
after he
married my mom.
He
donated the-the
*** that they used to make me
before he started his treatment.
And then by the time
that Dr. Mackenzie
got my mom pregnant
he wasn't doing well.
And he died a few months
after I was born.
I just wanted to
know my dad.
I never knew him.
I've tried to
find out about him.
This just seemed like
the easiest way to get ahold
of his medical records,
you know.
Why not just ask your mom?
My mom
I'm, like, the last
remaining bit of my dad.
I'm, like, this reminder
of the man that she loved.
So it just seemed easier to get
the information myself.
At least,
I thought it was.
I wasn't trying
to mess anything up.
I swear to you.
Where were you on Sunday
Sunday night, about 9:00 p.m.?
Sunday?
I was at a movie.
MmWere you with anyone? No.
But I might still have
the ticket,
if my mom hasn't
thrown it out.
Yes There it is.
- Does-does that help?
- Can I keep this?
- Yeah, sure.
- Okay.
Thank you.
We'll let you know if we
have any other questions.
How tall are you, Sam?
Five, five.
Why?
What's going
on with you?
When did this case become
about how tall everybody is?
It's kinda hard
to explain.
Try me.
Well, it's just a theory.
I spoke to
the alarm company.
They said there's
a little window
in the doctor's office
with a broken contact
that they didn't bothered to fix
because they didn't think
anybody could fit
through there.
Okay.
Well, I figure somebody got
through there,
fixed the doctor's insulin,
slipped out again
without leaving a trace.
You just said it's too small
for anybody to fit through.
No. I said
they said that.
Somebody small could
fit through there,
somebody like Sam Harvison
could fit through there.
So instead of worrying about
the people who work there,
the people who walk right
through the front door,
you want to focus on people
who can fit through a window?
Why?
Well, we don't have any motive
for people who worked there.
And what you got for window boy?
Nothing yet.
They're working on
the records he deleted.
Maybe there's something
in there.
So you're waiting for evidence
to point at something
you've already decided
instead of deciding anything
based on the evidence?
This is not how
you work a case, Mike.
I mean, this kid owes
his life to Dr. Mackenzie.
Without him,
there is no Sam Harvison.
That's not just no motive,
that's like an anti-motive.
And what does any of this
have to do with being able
- to fit through a window?
- I don't know.
Like I said, just a theory.
We're going to the beach.
Be back later.
The beach?
What are you talking about?
We're supposed
to have dinner.
Cooked up a fajita feast.
Come on, sit down.
Get it while it's hot.
Cole and I already made plans.
Well, we made plans last night.
And, Cole, no offense,
but you look like you
need fattening up.
Come sit down.
I just want to hang out
with my friends.
You know,
I went to a lot of trouble here.
And it smells good, doesn't it?
- Come on, you know you want some.
- Yeah, yeah.
Save me some.
You be back at 11:00.
You call me at 10:00.
Bye, Mr. Britten
It's Coachella, man.
It's, like, three days
of amazing bands.
We take the bike out, camp,
it'll be awesome.
You said it was slipping
in first, right?
And third to fourth.
So, uh, what do you think?
We're gonna have a hard
time explaining
why we disappear
for three days.
Well, we'll make something up.
Like, a field trip, or-or like
a college visit or something.
My dad doesn't have any idea
about that stuff.
Yeah, dude, he's a detective.
Okay. I think he's gonna
figure it out.
Hasn't figured this out, has he?
I I guess not, I just
I don't know.
I mean, since when
have you been so interested
in, like, being smooshed
together with thousands
of people
in hundred-degree heat? It's
It's just a cool thing.
- Sorry I tried to include you.
- Okay.
Well, then, like,
what if we say that
Hey.
Hey.
Do you want to walk?
I'll be back.
Dude, I thought we were gonna
I won't be long.
Hey, Emma.
Yeah?
You wouldn't happen to be going
to Coachella, would you?
Yeah. Why?
No reason.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- I'm sorry, I gotta run.
- Yeah.
I got coffee on for you.
Hey, I wanted to say something
to you last night,
but you got in so late, I
I went through that mail.
And?
It was good.
That box was a part
for a motorcycle
Rex and Cole
were rebuilding.
What?
Yeah.
Apparently, every time
they went to the beach,
that's where they went,
to work on it.
The beach.
I'm telling you.
You should see this thing,
it's amazing.
I mean, I didn't even know Rex
could change batteries,
let alone
do anything mechanical.
Didn't we tell him clearly
no motorcycle?
But I-I he wanted it,
so he found a way.
Sound like anyone you know?
Anyway, I wanted
to thank you.
For what?
You were right.
Yeah, I-I
When I saw that motorcycle,
or when I saw this thing
that Rex was just
pouring himself into,
and-and I didn't
even know about it,
something about it just felt
weirdly alive.
You know, and I wasn't
standing there sobbing.
I was I felt proud.
Yeah, it was just nice
to think about Rex
and feel something
other than devastated.
That's great.
So, I'm gonna take
Cole down to the shop,
get some last parts and
You should come by,
check it out.
Yeah, well, I'd love to.
All right.
The beach.
You gonna be late?
I don't know.
I'm kinda caught up
on one at the moment.
I love you.
Love you.
Hey.
We got a fresh one.
Stabbing victim
on Grand.
They're waiting on us.
Roll it to DaSilva.
We're on one.
We're not on anything.
We're looking at pictures
of short people.
This is insane.
We're up.
This is our case.
Let's go.
- Detective Britten?
- Hey.
Why don't you guys
head over to Observation One.
I'll be there in a minute.
Could-could I maybe
get a sandwich?
Sure.
Get him a sandwich.
You have to be kidding me.
I already told you,
if you don't want to work it,
go read a comic book,
just stay out of my way.
There's nothing to work on.
And I'm not the one in the way,
you are.
I just told you
we're up.
We have a real case,
with a body on the ground,
and you want to have lunch
with a homeless guy?
We're not up.
It's DaSilva's.
It's ours.
I didn't work
my *** off
to get promoted just so you can
start hanging stuff on me
that is never
going to close.
You are nowhere
on this.
- There's nowhere to go.
- Since you bring it up,
why don't we take a minute
to remember
why you did get promoted,
It wasn't just to close cases
or not close cases, was it?
It was to watch over me,
so they could have someone
who would tell them anything
they wanted to know.
Someone who was so happy
to get his badge,
he's got no problem with spying
on his fellow officers.
- Hey, screw you.
- Excuse me if I don't feel obligated
- I killed myself for ten years.
- to tell you everything I'm thinking
when I know you're just gonna go
running to mama.
- Britten, what
- Hey!
Britten.
Get in here.
What's going
on with you?
I'm just trying to make
some headway, and I got
Sit down.
You wanted to come back.
This is the way it
has to be. Period.
Right? You don't like Vega,
you don't like your therapy,
then my offer
still stands.
What to retire?
That's ridiculous.
No one is
not saying retire.
I'm saying listen to me.
You just experienced
a horrific tragedy.
So instead of spending your
days and nights knee-deep
in everybody
else's tragedies,
why don't you let me
put you somewhere
that let's you do
what's important to you,
that let's you be
there for your wife,
that lets you guys rebuild.
Look, I'm fine.
Okay. You want to be out there,
then be out there.
But put this Mackenzie thing
aside, and go take this case.
Can you do that?
Can you?
Yes, yes.
Good.
Hey, why are you pulling
all these mug shots
of short people anyway?
'Cause the witness
saw a little guy.
The homeless guy
who hears voices?
I mean the witness.
All right, give him his
sandwich, get him out of here.
Harvison deleted these records
from the doctor's system
shortly after the ***.
It could be a dead end,
it's probably nothing,
but, uh, none of us know
how to read this stuff.
Just want to make sure
I'm not missing something.
Really appreciate
you taking a look.
No problem.
Let's take a look.
Yeah, looks like
standard stuff.
Prenatal labs,
genetic panels.
These
What?
It's impossible.
Doc? What do you got?
They're all related.
Yeah, the markers on these
genetic panels are all the same.
What are you saying?
How could
that happen?
Mackenzie.
Mackenzie substituted
his own ***.
There's a lot of kids out there
who don't know who their dad is.
Think I met
one who does.
Ordered on-line,
but the theater shows
it was never scanned.
You ordered potassium chloride
from a Canadian pharmacy
over a month ago.
Sam?
Techs have just started
digging into your computer,
but they, uh, they've
already found searches for
"induced heart attack,"
"diabetes," "insulin."
We know.
Do you have to tell people
what he was doing?
It'll come out, eventually.
When did you find out?
AP Anatomy.
We were doing these advanced
genetic panels as a project,
and I didn't understand all
the complicated stuff at first,
but I understood one
simple thing.
My blood type was wrong.
You know, like,
incompatible with my parents.
And I wanted to talk
to my mom, I did,
but I didn't want
to freak her out.
I don't know.
It just kept bothering me.
Is that when you hacked
into the doctor's system?
I was only trying
to find my own records,
just trying to figure out
what's going on.
Then
that's when I find
all these other records.
But the records have the exact
same genetic markers as mine.
It's impossible.
Unless we were all related.
How many?
I found 15
in the last three years.
The tests
only go back that far.
I'm 17.
Even if I was the first,
there's hundreds of us now.
Why didn't you just
bring the evidence to us?
So you could do what?
Put him away for 11 years,
or eight years,
or 15 months
with a $30,000 fine?
Because that's what happened
to the last three doctors
who got caught.
And then what happens to us?
You know, the kids like me,
their families?
Do you have any idea
what it's like to find out
You're living your life,
and then just one day
out of the blue,
instead of being
a part of your family,
instead of being linked
to the people
that you love,
you find out you're the child
of a monster.
And once you hear that,
that's a life sentence.
There's no going back.
So what? You want me to wreck
all of these people's lives,
and, what, the person
who's responsible gets what,
just, like, a slap on the wrist?
You thought ***
was a better answer?
I got rid of the problem
and protected the people
who wouldn't want to know.
I mean, even his family,
they get to think of him
as this, as this nice,
respected doctor
who died of a heart attack.
I stopped him,
no one else got hurt.
Look, look, please,
just do what you want with me.
I-I will help you, I-I'll plead.
You can't let the rest of them
find out.
You allowed a dream to
direct your investigation.
Doesn't that concern you?
It didn't direct
my investigation.
It made me think we might be
missing something in the case.
Which we probably are.
Even if you had more time,
you haven't intimated
a great deal of confidence
that you actually had
anything to go on,
that there was anything else
you could have done.
Would you say
that that's accurate?
I think that there is a lesson
here in relying on these dreams
as anything other than dreams.
The subconscious can be
a highly unreliable witness.
It's quite remarkable.
Really.
You noted something
subconsciously,
you repeated it to yourself
in your dream to focus on it,
and because you imagined
that you were looking
for this little guy,
you shaped the investigation
of Dr. Mackenzie's ***
in a way that almost anyone else
might have missed.
And in the end,
you got your man.
I'm still missing something.
The other case
it didn't pay off.
All right, you
want to lead?
What?
The first suspect in our new
case got brought in last night.
Would you like to lead
the interrogation?
A-Are you sure?
No, but I figure if you can
come at him half as strong
as you came at me, it might
scare something out of him.
I'm willing to try.
I'm pretty sure
I can handle that.
All right.
Let's go to work.
Perhaps your subconscious
was satisfied.
Didn't feel obligated to provide
the other case with an ending.
It's likely, it's because
you turned your attention
to focusing yourself
on the other thing
you realized you'd been missing.
What's that?
Rex's motorcycle.
You took something that
you must have been conscious of
at some low level,
and you created a story
to bring your attention to it.
And in the process, you find
a way that strengthens the bonds
that you really find
most important.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Going to the beach with Cole.
Be back later.
Hey, Rex?
Yeah?
Wear a helmet.
O-Okay.
Thanks.
Dad?
Yeah?
Do you you want to see it?
Yeah, sure.
All right.
Yeah.
Kind of can't believe
it actually runs.
I can.
Do you want to
take it for a spin?
So?
So I'm monitoring him.
He's fine.
No one finds that
very reassuring.
I don't really care what
anyone finds reassuring.
I have it
under control.
That's what you said before.
You should
have listened.
Instead of taking out
his whole family.
It's the most
insane
We can debate the details
all you want,
but let's remember,
we were protecting you
as much as anyone.
I never asked
for that.
I don't want that
kind of protection.
Look, Harper,
we've got a good thing here.
All anybody wants is
to get past this and keep going.
Then let me
handle Britten.
I'm telling you, you
do anything else,
this will get much worse
before it gets better.
I am on top of it.
All right.
I trust you'll
keep us informed.
Hey.
The guy that you used
for the accident was he short?
Short?
Yeah, like a, like a little guy.
I suppose so.
Why?
Did Britten say something?
No, I was just wondering.
Because if you think
he remembers anything
I said it's nothing.
I'll keep you informed.