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So tell me how this works.

I'm awake with my wife, and I close my eyes. I open them.

I'm awake with my son.

And this has been happening since the accident?

So you begin working on one case here in reality, and then suddenly you begin

working another case there in your dream.

It all feels completely real to me.

You can't tell whether you're awake or asleep at this very moment. Well, I can

assure you, Detective Britton, this is not a dream.

It's exactly what the other shrink said.

Did you wash these? I presume that's teenager for thank you.

They, um, they smell weird.

Weird? I don't know. They used to smell different.

It's very difficult.

We can't begin to imagine all 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?

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?

Oh, 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 so should have been a scientist all i do is end up working

twice as many homicides bernard mckenzie the fertility doctor you guys never

heard of him 40 year old marathoner and tuesday 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 would 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,

which pushes it out of the blood, basically makes it untraceable.

Unless you're really good, which I am.

So congratulations, gentlemen.

Dr. Bernard McKenzie'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. They're gonna be late.

His dad said it's okay. What, you don't like cereal and soda tonight?

Don't 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?

Usually.

What does 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 mail.

That was Cole's dad.

Apparently Rex has been having stuff shipped to their address.

Look at this.

Catalogs.

The junk mail.

This one looks like a belt.

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... What's the point?

What? Aren't you curious?

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 it. It's cleat in the

trunk of the car, and I... I remember he'd lost it, and he'd been looking for

it for weeks, and I found it.

Just stood there and I yeah Just about put me on the ground so we'll go through

his mail I just

I'm

sorry I Don't understand how it's so easy for you

It's not that it's easy for me I just sometimes I

Things, they don't remind me of him being gone or the accident.

They... They remind me of him, you know?

Look, 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, you know?

Thought it was worth opening.

I'm sorry.

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 he's gone

by pretending he was never here.

whereas 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 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 McKenzie.

What do you know about that?

Some dead homeless guy. Why?

Dr. Bernard McKenzie's death is now officially a murder.

Let me see the file.

But they worked at it.

There's no evidence, no leads. It's a dead end.

Why are you so interested in a dead homeless guy?

Just give me the file.

All right.

I think that these sort of connections between your worlds can be incredibly

beneficial. I support a more active connection between your conscious and

unconscious mind.

I think it's going to aid you in uncovering and processing the source of

your emotional issues.

Well, would it surprise you to hear Dr.

Lee feel 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 him.

This is Britain. Hey, Cole.

Look, your dad was having some mail dropped off that I guess Rex was having

delivered here.

Yeah, yeah, right.

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.

So, new question. I was wondering if you could tell me maybe why...

He had a camshaft delivered to your house?

Right, yeah, um... Come with me.

We've 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 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 wrote it.

It wasn't finished, and Rex, uh... After that,

I didn't really feel like working on it.

What's this?

That's a feeler gauge.

It 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.

It's a total waste of time. They canvassed the neighborhood a month ago.

I think it's gotten more likely they're going to 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 McKenzie. Four arrests for assault and battery.

Two for armed robbery.

Eleven for possession of narcotics. Now this is the guy who's murdered you

suddenly feel compelled to solve? We don't pick the victims, Vega.

It's our job to clear the cases.

Oh, don't give me that. This wasn't our case, and you did pick this victim.

So if you're going to 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 McKenzie 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 going to 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 a detective, all right?

No, no,

no.

No, no, no.

Sir.

Sir, excuse me. I'm very busy.

I understand that.

You know why we're here, don't you?

Got any gum?

Uh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I saw that. I saw that 100%. 110%. It was like

this guy, you know, he went, boom.

You know, and like the other guy, you know, like, damn.

Where was this?

Right down there. Right down there. Where down there is.

Can you tell us what happened exactly?

He was a little guy. The little guy shot him.

He just went, boom, shot him.

Mean little guy.

What did he look like, this little guy?

He was a little man. I don't know. I didn't get that close. I can't.

You see that house?

With the yellow one?

Uh-huh.

That's where they keep the antennas.

And when they broadcast, they tell you all kind of crazy stuff.

I stay awake.

That's how I stay out of trouble.

The broadcast.

Well, thank you.

If you have any more questions, we'll be in the office.

Thank you for your time. If we need to, we'll find you.

You have to be kidding me.

That's your witness?

That 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 a guy?

That's the guy we liked for the McKenzie murder?

Yeah. Why?

Well, he didn't tell me he was like 10 feet tall.

That matter for some reason?

No.

I'll leave. You close.

This is ridiculous.

Then help me to see what I'm missing, Dr. Taylor.

Did you threaten to kill Dr. McKenzie 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 email 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. An office you

were cleaning out. That's the one you lost in a lawsuit over the practice? A

practice worth millions of dollars a year?

I didn't care about that.

Really? But McKenzie's the one who decided that we could start printing

money if he 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. It affects our stats.

See, the kind of patients that McKenzie wants, they need to 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 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... How tall are you?

6'11". Why?

It was the little guy.

Definitely.

Lawyer's here.

Okay. Don't say a word. But I didn't do it. 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 are 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

McKenzie kept the insulin at around 9 p.m. That would have 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's winning? Arthur.

The Steelers.

They just scored.

What you gonna find out by looking at a newspaper?

Remember anything the commentator said? Anything specific?

I remember something about the defense.

How the team was so banged up that one commentator said that they'd asked him

to play. Something like that.

Is that right?

Let's find out.

They're not going to 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 defense... 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 you saw the game.

He's not the guy.

That's quite a catch.

You don't pull that out 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.

A lot of evidence against him, but you didn't like him for it.

Want to tell me what you saw that I didn't?

I don't know.

Something.

Felt off.

And you asking him about his height, is that just part of what felt off to you?

Intuition.

Okay.

So what does that leave us?

Well, he said they had death threats. He said we pull all the 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'll be the first person to know.

Yeah, man. Oh, hey.

Anything? Yeah.

Threatening emails 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 murder, about 20 of those records disappeared.

Can we track this hacking somebody down?

Let's ask Nat.

IP address belongs to Laura Harveston. Her records were among the ones deleted

within hours after the murder. I looked her up.

Paralegal who barely knows how to use her own Facebook page. I mean, it's

really unlikely she pulled this off. All right, so who did?

She's got a 17-year-old son.

More likely that's your hacker.

All right, and 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 the 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.

Thanks.

Oh, 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 sperm

that they used to make me before he started his treatment and then By the

time that dr. McKenzie got my mom pregnant He wasn't doing well and he

died a few months after I was born I just wanted to No, my dad. I never knew

him. I've tried to find out about him.

This just seemed like the easiest way to get all 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 Sunday?

Sunday night, about 9 p.m.

Sunday?

I was at a movie.

Mm-hmm.

Were you with anyone?

No.

But I might still have the ticket if my mom hasn't thrown it out.

Yes.

There it is.

Does that help?

Can I keep this? Yeah.

Sure. Thank you.

We'll let you know if we have any other questions.

How tall are you, Sam?

I'm 5'5". Why?

What's going on with you?

When did this case become about how tall everybody is?

It's kind of hard to explain.

Try me.

What? 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 bother to fix because they didn't

think anybody could fit through there.

Okay.

Well, I figured 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 work there. And what you got

for window, boy?

Nothing. Yet.

But 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 decide anything based on the evidence.

That's not how you work a case, Mike.

I mean, this kid owes his life to Dr. McKenzie. Without him, there is no Sam

Harbison. 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.

I'm going to the beach. Get back later.

Well, the beach? What are you talking about? I'm 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'll be back at 11. You call me at 10.

Vinus written.

Mm-hmm.

It's Coachella, man. It's like three days of amazing bands. We take a bike

out, camp.

It'll be awesome.

You said it was slipping in first, right? In third to fourth.

So, uh, what do you think?

We're gonna have a hard time explaining why we disappear for three days.

And we'll mix something up.

Like a field trip. 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.

Has he figured this out, has he?

I guess not, I just...

I don't know. I mean, since when have you been so interested in, like, being

smushed together with thousands of people in 100-degree heat? It's... It's

just a cool thing.

Sorry to try 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.

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. Why don't we tell him clearly no motorcycle?

But he wanted it, so he found a way.

Sound like someone you know?

Anyway, I wanted to thank you.

For what?

You were right.

Yeah, I... When I saw that motorcycle, or... When I saw this thing that Rex was

just... pouring himself into, 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 felt proud.

Yeah, it's just nice to think about Rex and feel something other than

devastated.

That's great.

So I'm going to take Cole down to the shop, get some last parts.

You should come by. Check it out.

Yeah, I will.

I'd love to.

All right.

The beach.

You gonna be late?

Uh, I don't know.

I'm kind of caught up on one at the moment.

I love you.

We got a fresh one.

Stabbing victim on ground. They're waiting on us.

Roll it to the silver and 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 Britton?

Hey, why don't you guys head over to observation one? I'll be there in a

minute. 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 the syllabus.

It's ours.

I didn't work my ass off to get promoted just so you can start hanging stuff on

me that is never going to close.

You're 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, huh?

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. I don't feel obligated to tell you everything I'm thinking when

I know you're just gonna go running to mama. Hey!

Britton.

Get in here.

What's going on with you? 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.

But to retire? It's ridiculous.

I'm 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 lets you do what's

important to you, that lets 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 McKenzie thing

aside and go take this case. Can you do that?

Can you?

Yes. Yes.

Good.

Why are you pulling all these mugshots of short people anyway?

Because the witness saw a little guy.

The homeless guy who hears voices.

I mean the witness.

All right, give him a sandwich. Get him out of here.

Harveston deleted these records from the doctor's system shortly after the

murder. We could be dead, Adam.

It's probably nothing, but 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, it looks like standard stuff.

Prenatal labs, genetic panels.

These... What?

That's impossible.

Doc? What do you got?

They're all related.

The markers on these genetic panels are all the same.

What do you say?

How could that happen?

Mackenzie.

Mackenzie substituted his own sperm.

There's a lot of kids out there who don't know who their dad is.

I think I might have one who does.

Bought online, but the theater shows it was never scanned

You're

potassium chloride from a Canadian pharmacy over a month ago Sam

Texas just started digging into your computer, but they they've already found

searches for induced heart attack diabetes insulin

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, you know, I didn't want to freak

her out.

And... I... I don't know. It just kept bothering me.

Is that when you hacked into the doctor's system?

Look, I was only trying to find my home records.

I was just trying to figure out what's going on. And then... That's when I find

all these other records.

Records that 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 8 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 murder 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 nice, respected doctor who died of a heart attack.

I stopped him. No one else got hurt.

Look, look, look, please.

Just do what you want with me. I will help you. 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.

McKenzie's murder in a way that almost anyone else might have missed.

And in the end, you got your man.

I'm still missing something in 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?

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.

Alright, let's go to work.

Perhaps your subconscious was satisfied and 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. I'll be back later.

Hey, Rex?

Yeah?

Wear a helmet.

Okay.

Thanks.

Dad? Yeah?

Uh... Do you... You wanna see it?

Wow. I 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 are 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 Britain.

I'm telling you, you do anything else, this will get much worse before it gets

better.

I am on top of it.

I trust you'll keep us informed.

Hey, the guy that you used for the accident, was he short?

Short? Yeah, like a little guy.

I suppose so. Why?

Did Britton say something?

No, I was just wondering.

Because if you think he remembers anything... I said it's nothing.

I'll keep you informed.