Awake

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, um...

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. Huh.

Oh, 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?

40-year-old marathoner,

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 murder.

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.

Wow, 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 murder.

Let me see the file.

Oh, 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, um...

Look, your dad was having some mail, um,

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?

Uh, yeah, that's, um...

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, um...

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.