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What's wrong with you?

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... What the hell's going on?

He used one of my rackets without asking and he broke it.

So you tackle him? I already said I'd pay for it. You use my racket all the

time. What's the big deal?

Where are you going?

Principal's office. Isn't that where you're going to send me?

I said I'd apologize.

What else do you want from me? I'd like to know what the hell happened out

there. You broke my racket.

That's an excuse.

It's not an explanation.

Look, this isn't like you. How do you know?

And if you're thinking of suspending me from the team, don't bother.

I quit.

No one wants to see you quit.

Bryce. What?

Come on.

Let me just go.

You understand that anger is a typical response for a child who's experienced

something as tragic and unjust as losing a parent.

He's acting out in other ways. It's missing school. He's dropping grades.

How are you handling that?

Not well.

I'm going to try and help, and he won't let me in.

I feel... What?

Helpless. Has it occurred to you that part of why you're finding it difficult

to help your son is because you haven't truly accepted what he's experiencing?

Of course I have.

Do you believe your wife is dead, Detective Britton?

I wonder if this isn't why you're having such difficulty connecting with Rex.

How can you expect to help your son through his loss when you're in denial

over that same loss?

Why is the media so interested in this?

Well, Yob belongs to a couple of guys who own some tech firm up north.

One of them's engaged to a famous lingerie model.

She and her model friends were on board when the victim drowned.

Paparazzi hear someone died next to a celebrity, this is what you get.

Some friends of whoever was famous?

No. Name's Annie Yang. She worked for one of the guys that owned the boat.

They were a couple miles offshore partying, doing 17 knots when she jumped

from a stateroom.

A couple crew went in after her, but she was dead by the time they hauled her in.

Anyone see her go over? No.

All anyone saw was when she actually hit the water. How many are we talking

about? And why are they getting off the boat?

Almost a hundred, but we're holding them all at the end of the dock for you.

A hundred witnesses who didn't witness what may or may not be an actual crime.

This is shaping up to be a great night.

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. This is not a

dream It's exactly what the other shrink said

All

right guys, give us the boat please.

Thank you

Wow. Ugh.

Looks like she had trouble keeping everything down.

Guess this is where she went over. Yeah, they said the gate was open when they

came out.

What?

The handle's clean.

Okay. She opens the gate, but she doesn't leave any kind of print? Not

even a smudge? Maybe she bumped into it. Maybe she didn't mean to commit suicide

after all.

She was wasted, you know, hated, winning.

Yeah, or maybe somebody opened it for her and wiped it down afterwards.

Isn't that a reach?

Detectives, we've got the guys who own the boat. We've taken their statements,

but if you have a few minutes, they say they'd like to talk to you.

Gentlemen, Detectives Britton and Vega.

I'm Cameron Fuller.

Darren. Darren Knox.

Miss Yang worked for you, right?

Not me.

Danny was my assistant.

We were also sleeping together.

except he neglected to mention that to the officer who interviewed him, so I

told him, he better tell you.

Why didn't he mention it?

I was ashamed, okay?

You're the one that's engaged to this celebrity.

Yeah, that's correct.

So, what happened?

I told Annie this morning that we needed to end things, and she seemed okay.

But tonight, after she'd been drinking, it was pretty obvious that she wasn't.

What was she doing?

Embarrassing herself.

She was all over Cameron. I told him to take her to a stateroom and put her to

bed, but she made it worse.

And was that difficult?

Did she resist?

No.

The opposite, actually.

She thought I wanted to sleep with her.

I told her that I couldn't, and we argued for a bit, but she was so drunk.

When I left, she was asleep, so I thought she'd be fine.

And where were you when she went overboard?

I was on the deck with Monique.

That's... My fiancee.

And about 20 other people.

I was talking to some investors when... I wanted to jump in after

her.

I did, but the crew, they asked us to let them handle it.

She said she couldn't live without me.

I just thought she was being dramatic, you know?

I never imagined I shouldn't have left her alone.

Look, this is a terrible situation, and obviously it's something we prefer to

keep quiet.

I know you guys have a job to do, but if there's any way you can limit who you

tell, we're a growing company, but we're a young company.

And, uh, bad publicity is something we just can't afford.

Well, we will be as discreet as we can be.

But thank you for coming forward.

I want to see the toxicology report.

Mr. Britton.

Kate? Yes.

Wow. Hey.

What are you doing here? I was here for the party until... You work for the

company? No, no. I live in New York now.

I'm an investment banker. We funded these guys.

Wow. I know.

Long way from being Rex's babysitter, right?

I'm so sorry.

I was out of the country when it happened, and I meant to call. I just

felt... Sure.

We haven't seen each other in so long, I felt weird.

It's okay.

Look, I don't suppose you know how long they're going to keep us.

I mean, I'd be happy to help if I saw anything, but I wasn't even outside. I

was coming out of the bathroom when I heard.

What happened there?

Oh, that's actually how I heard.

Darren, one of the guys who owns the company, he was totally freaked. He was

running down the hallway yelling that someone had jumped and slammed into me

and spilled his wine.

I've had a long day.

I'd just love to go back to my hotel. Well, let me ask a couple of questions,

see what the situation is, and I promise I'll try and get you out of here as soon

as I can, okay?

All right, thank you. All right. All right, bye.

Are you going to introduce me? Absolutely not. She looks good. Don't

even turn around. She's a babysitter. Don't even turn your head.

Name's Charlie Simmons.

He had quite a reputation as a professional partier, drugs, girls, full

-time fun.

Depends on your idea of fun, I suppose. Can you give us a minute, please?

Neighbor said he heard something that sounded like a gunshot.

They figured it was just another one of Charlie's parties, so he didn't call it

in. Housekeeper came in this morning and found him as such.

Looks like he's been pretty much executed.

Hey, check out the fingers.

Dude, he's not gonna be playing the ukulele in heaven. Charlie definitely

had a rough night.

Come on, let me show you why.

So they tied him up, go after a couple of fingers, get the combination, take

what's ever in there out, and decide they don't need a witness. You got any

idea what was in there? Nope.

S.I.D.'s gonna get back to us.

Well, it's behind a panel. Maybe they knew it was here.

So let's start figuring out which of Charlie's friends was close enough to

know he had a safe.

Ooh, that's gonna take a while. Charlie had a lot of friends.

Hey, look at this.

See the handle on the safe? It's all marked up. Yeah. I'm saying before they

got the combination from Charlie, this idiot thought they could hammer their

way in.

We're not looking for a genius.

I can narrow it down even more.

Alarm company says that Charlie set the alarm that night, but it was shut off 20

minutes before the murder by someone who entered a guest code.

So Charlie knew his killer.

Likely. All right. Let's find out how many people had guest codes.

I know of one so far.

It's a shame.

I mean, he could be such a nice man when he was himself.

And when he wasn't himself?

Oh, it was the drugs. They made him angry.

Did he ever take that out on you? No.

Actually, the parties worked out okay for me.

Mr. Simmons would feel so guilty about the state the house was in when he paid

me extra when I came to clean.

Where were you Saturday night?

Playing bingo.

Till what time?

Like around midnight.

I was with my niece. She won $200.

Nice. We're gonna need to speak to her.

Okay. Of course.

Is this the, uh, code you would use for the alarm to get into the house when

you're cleaning at Mr. Simmons?

Yes. Do you know who else had access to it?

Um, his stepbrother, Mark.

Now, he would stay sometimes and watch the house when Charlie was out of town,

but, um, well, they haven't talked in a long time, so I don't know if he still

had the code or not.

Why not? Why aren't they talking?

Something to do with Charlie's father dying, I think.

Anybody else you can think of?

Girlfriends. Ex-girlfriends.

Amber.

Amber? They were not good together.

Where would we find this Amber?

She's some kind of actress.

Lives in Hollywood.

Here it is.

Amber blue?

Kate?

Kate?

Uh, what do you want?

We're with the LAPD. We need to ask you some questions.

What for?

Kate.

It's me.

It's Michael Britton.

You used to babysit my son, Rex.

When did this happen?

We found him yesterday.

It wasn't an OD?

No. He was murdered.

What about you and Mr. Simmons?

How did you meet?

We met at a party.

He said he liked my work in some film.

It was a terrible film.

But I think he actually meant it.

And we started dating or something.

Or something.

Guys like Charlie, they're just sort of looking for younger girls to have

around.

You know, they take care of you, they buy you nice things.

He let me move in.

When was this?

Oh, under a year.

But he cut me loose about a month ago.

What happened?

He went to rehab.

He dropped out after a week. But that was it.

Not that I blame him. I mean, we're both a mess by the end. All we did was get

high together.

And what have you been doing since?

Well, I've been looking for work.

I signed with a new agent, and he's got some things lined up.

Where were you on Saturday night?

Kate.

Kate.

Where were you on Saturday night?

In the ER.

I passed out in a club.

The cops didn't know what to do with me, so they took me to the hospital and let

me sleep it off.

I have the discharge papers if you want them.

That'd be great.

Sure. Okay.

Well, can you tell me about Mr. Simmons' stepbrother, Mark?

Not much. He's some, uh, rocky wannabe.

Always, uh, in training or something.

They weren't speaking when Charlie and I started hanging out.

Uh, he came over once with some papers that Charlie had to sign.

He didn't like me very much.

What was that?

I thought I was part of Charlie's problems.

Kate, what are you using?

Nothing.

Right now.

I know a really good program, and I know the people there pretty well.

Why don't you let me help you and get you in there?

Believe it or not, I was doing just fine 20 minutes ago when I'd forgotten you

existed.

I don't need your help, Mr. Britt.

I just need you to leave.

Seeing this woman, Kate, in reality and then dreaming about her where her life

has unraveled, what comes to mind?

I don't know.

Things... Well, things are... Obviously, they're different.

You've created different versions of everything.

in order to protect yourself from the discovery that this is reality.

The fact that this Kate person shows up in the world in which you see Rex proves

that that's a dream.

Oh.

Would you have dreamt of running into someone you haven't seen for 10 years

and then the very next day she just happens to show up in reality?

Isn't it far more reasonable that you ran into her here in reality?

first on the boat and then your mind carried her over into your dream you

said that kate was charlie's girlfriend right yeah

so i'm willing to bet that there's something in the house a picture some

male something that you subconsciously noted that drew kate to your mind

and you called her to life in your dream that picture isn't real You went back

and placed it in your dream to try to continue to spin endlessly on the

question of where Kate appeared first.

Every time the answers become clear, you try to find ways to cover them up.

I think what's more relevant in the question of which Kate is real is why

you're seeing her in one world and reflecting her so differently in the

other.

I don't know.

It's not like she's...

Well, either of them are particularly central to either case.

Well, is it possible that these diverging Kates have less to do with the

cases you're working on and more to do with Rex?

Rex? Now, think about it. Kate was someone who used to take care of Rex.

Maybe her appearance in both worlds is telling you something about the

difficulty you're having connecting with Rex.

That's what I ran into yesterday.

Who? Kate.

Babysitter Kate?

Yeah.

She's like the Rex Whisperer. He loved her.

Yeah, they did, didn't they?

If Rex had a tantrum or if he was moody, she would make this amazing paper

airplane. It could, like, stay in the air for five minutes.

Rex would stand there and watch it make these wide, lazy loops and...

forget anything that was bothering him.

I'm pretty sure I put one in his scrapbook.

Where'd you run into Kate?

I took her statement. She was at a party where something happened.

I always wondered what happened to Kate.

I think she did good. She's some big cheese investment banker in New York

now. Good for her.

Yeah.

I had heard she struggled with the loss of her sister.

Her sister died?

Yeah. I told you that when it happened. It was awful.

It was like some freak surfing accident in Mexico.

Wow. I completely forgot.

Yeah, she went through a really rough time.

Something must have really turned her around.

she's like the rex whisperer she would make this amazing paper airplane it can

like stay in the air for five minutes

pretty sure i put one in his

scrapbook

What are you doing?

You don't remember this?

These little planes used to make them with Kate.

It's found in the scrapbook. Kate?

Now you're a babysitter to Kate.

You remember her.

Kind of.

Not really. I was like five.

I talked to Cole's parents last night.

They called you? No, I called them.

It's been two days and you haven't apologized to Cole.

I will.

When? Soon.

Dad, I have a Spanish test first period and you've been telling me to get my

grade up.

Can we not do this now?

Charlie and I were never close.

I mean, we did okay until his dad Ben died, my stepdad.

Ben and I, we just clicked.

He and my mother, they got divorced about five years ago, so it wasn't like

he had to hang out with me. We just got close. And what happened after he died?

We're trying to get into UFC fighting for a few years, and Ben's been staking

me, paying for my trainers, giving me an allowance to live on so I could focus on

the fighting.

But when he died, Charlie got everything.

And he just couldn't wait to cut me off.

You two have words about that?

I went down to him. I said, look, this is what Ben and I were into.

And maybe you and I could get something going.

He laughed at me.

I figured, all right, it's his call.

When I started seeing where all Ben's money was going, to the big parties with

the hookers and the drugs.

Meanwhile, I'm struggling to get a job so I can stay in my apartment.

So I sued him.

And how did that go?

Got dropped.

I had a decent attorney file the papers, but I couldn't afford them after that.

After a while, I just gave up and moved on.

When was all this?

Maybe two months ago.

Saturday night.

Where were you? I was here training Adam actually the next morning. Why?

Did anybody confirm that you were here?

No, I was here training by myself.

All right, thanks.

That was the DA. Just went through the father's will.

Victim was next in line. In the event that anything happened to him, guess

where the assets go?

To Mr. MMA himself, Mark Hudson.

Exactly. So he kills his stepbrother, tries to make it look like an amateur

robbery, hence the hammer marks on the safe handle, and he's all set.

We go search his place?

If he's got a brain in his head, then he's gotten rid of the gun by now.

We find a fingerprint of a fiber at the house. They say it's from a previous

visit. So how do we put him in Charlie's house on Saturday night?

The old-fashioned way.

Let me go play detective.

So, how's it going with Rex?

I don't know. I can't get a word out of him.

You can't even get an opening.

Don't you find that ironic?

I mean, here you are, this big-time detective. You can get killers to turn,

but you can't get two words from your own kid?

What is it?

We're with the LAPD. We'd like to ask you some questions about an incident at

your neighbor's, Charlie Simmons.

I already told the officers I didn't hear or see anything unusual.

We're following up on information about a particular individual and a vehicle

that we think may have been in the neighborhood that night.

We could have a couple of minutes, please, sir.

Hold the pictures up to the camera. I can tell you in two seconds.

There you go.

Nope. Sorry.

Didn't see either.

Is that it?

Think that thing can see the street from here?

Yeah.

Sir, is your camera linked to any kind of recording device?

Yeah.

Open up, please. We've got a warrant. Your security system just became

evidence in a murder investigation.

Hey, sleepyhead.

Hey.

I was gonna let you sleep in, but Ephraim's on the phone.

Said you'd want me to wake you up.

Thanks. I'm making French toast.

Hey, what's up?

Thanks, Cole. Said he got the blood work back on our jumper.

Thought we could meet over there?

All right. I'll call you when I'm on my way. All right.

We found a pretty large amount of a benzodiazepine in her blood, along with

the alcohol. Probably something like alprazolam.

Medical records show she had a prescription.

So Cameron tells her the affair is off.

Because?

Because he realized he's engaged to a lingerie model.

She gets drunk, eats a bottle of her pills, and jumps in the ocean.

Sounds pretty suicidal to me.

Yeah, well, with everything floating through her system, my guess is she

would have been sluggish enough to drown in a kiddie pool.

So, we're calling it?

We recovered her phone, right? It was in her purse?

Yeah, we went through it, but nothing jumped out.

Let's go through it again.

Why?

Because something should have jumped out.

Great, thanks.

I'll call you if I have any more questions.

No, no, you were very helpful.

So that was the last of Annie Yang's five most contacted friends, according

to her phone records, and not one of them had any indication from her she was

having an affair with Cameron Fuller.

Well, having an affair with your boss isn't exactly something you advertise.

I mean, it's supposed to be kept a secret. Well, apparently she kept it a

secret from herself, because I've read all the texts to Fuller, all the texts

from Fuller. There's nothing other than completely professional communication.

Maybe she erased the juicy ones. Everyone knows texting is how you get

caught. Everyone?

Everyone my age.

And why would Fuller make it up?

When you see the papers, his fiance is dumping him over the affair.

Lied to the cops and ruined his life.

Maybe to give us a reason why she might have jumped and stop us looking for a

reason why she might have been pushed.

There's a totally obvious reason why she would have jumped.

Ain't no evidence she didn't.

But you're not ready to make the call.

Well, if you're so sure it's an open-shut case, why don't you stay here?

Erase some of your juicy texts.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Annie Yang's apartment.

There you go.

Yo. Anything?

There's some pictures of Annie and Fuller.

Together? No, just some group shots from work.

Uh-huh.

Anything else?

Emails? They all look professional, but for all we know, they could have set up

dummy email accounts or deleted everything as soon as they got it. Sure.

I'm telling you.

I've seen people do some serious stuff to hide an affair.

Look, you're the senior detective and I'm the rookie, but we've been here for

hours and we've torn this place apart.

Not only do we not have anything, we don't even know what we're looking for.

So don't take this the wrong way, but how much longer do we do this?

Just give me a minute.

Where are you going?

What are you looking for?

I have no idea.

Men's shaving cream.

Oh, there's your evidence.

She was sleeping with someone.

My safety deposit key.

All right.

Let's get another warrant.

Hmm. What is it?

It's some kind of research document.

The real question is, why does a personal assistant have company

documents in a safety deposit box, and why does she feel the need to hide the

key in a can of shaving cream?

I don't know.

But I'd still like to know what made you look under that sink.

When you've been doing the job as long as I have.

Sometimes you just have to follow your instincts.

All right, let's get this stuff to Len.

See if he can make head or tail of it.

All right, thanks.

He says they're materials research papers.

Why would she tuck them away?

Apparently the company found some way to manufacture silicone chips at a fraction

of the normal cost.

And all the funds they've raised over the past year to get this off the

ground. These papers show it wasn't working.

I'm guessing she confronted her boss.

Lover. Fuller.

and asked him why he was hiding this from the investors, and suddenly he's

got a reason to toss her overboard or make her look like she jumped.

Except Fuller was in front of 20 people on the deck of the boat when she went

over. So the research papers weren't just bad for him, they were bad for the

whole company.

Okay. So he had help.

Do you recognize that woman?

She's one of our bankers.

Kate something.

Kate Porter?

Right. She says that second's after Miss Yang.

went overboard, you bumped into her in the corridor, spilled a drink on her

dress, did that ring a bell?

I don't know. I mean, I remember yelling.

Someone had jumped.

I was panicked.

Do you remember what the drink was?

No, I honestly don't.

Because we had the stain tested.

It was red wine.

Which is exactly what the toxicology report said was

found in Ms. Yang's system.

when they fished her out of the water.

Even if you could prove my client was carrying that drink, so what?

He could have picked it up anywhere.

Even if you could prove he gave it to her, he could have been trying to calm

her down. Right.

It sounds likely.

Doesn't it?

I got your partner in the other room, and he knows what you did up in that

stateroom while he was part of making up the whole story with you and putting on

that wonderful performance on the night.

If you think that he's going to keep quiet...

Take the rap rather than save himself and you keep hiding behind this slate

talking young man here. But if you want to trade the truth for any kind of

leniency, Darren, now's your time.

Here's what I can do.

I can tell the DA you cooperated.

That could change your life.

But it's up to you.

You help us close this case.

Tell the truth.

Tell us what we need to hear.

And maybe you might end up in a minimum security facility.

I liked her.

I did.

She was with me from the start. She believed in me.

When she found out about the research results...

She just said we should come forward. She wasn't threatening anyone.

I told Darren, and he... Look, you have to understand, he's been my partner

since college, okay?

I just had some ideas. He turned them into a business.

Solved all the problems. Like Andy?

Yeah.

He talked to her the morning of the boat party, and he offered her money, but she

wouldn't take it.

So...

He came up with the boat idea and the affair story.

Who came up with the drugs?

He did.

And then who gave them to her? You?

No.

Darren.

Here we go.

I combed the security footage on the block for the six hours before and after

the murder.

Mark Hudson's truck never showed up.

But I did find a car that I thought just didn't look right in the neighborhood.

People who live in these big homes, they hire a lot of help.

Except the timing in and out of the neighborhood matches the murder exactly.

Do we run the plate?

Yeah, it belongs to Catherine Porter.

I told you I was in the ER.

Until 9 o'clock.

Charlie Simmons was murdered two hours later. I went home after that.

I can't believe you... Mr. Britton, tell him that I didn't do this, please.

You're telling me you didn't go to Charlie's house that night? No.

You sure about that? I think I know where I was.

Okay. Then help me out here.

Because that must be your car driving itself.

Please, Mr. Britton.

I used to take care of Rex.

You know me.

I do know you.

And that's why I don't want you to make this any harder on yourself than it

already is. If you tell the truth, I promise you I will do whatever I can to

help you.

Okay?

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Liam was just gonna... He was just supposed to take the money.

Who's Liam?

Liam Talley, some guy I know who knows some other guys.

What kind of guy?

Is he a dealer?

I was broke, and I hadn't had a hit in, like, a week. And I thought

I was losing my mind, and I knew that Charlie kept a lot of cash in his house,

so I gave... I gave Liam... the alarm code but i swear he said he was just

going to go in and scare charlie and get him to open the safe

he

said

that kate lost her sister yes

Yeah, she drowned And from that one loss

you've imagined her life going in two very different directions What

do you make of that It's like everything else things are

different Equally plausible so If you find it just as

realistic that a tragedy can strengthen someone or destroy them, what I'm

wondering is what you think makes it go in one direction or the other.

How did it come to this?

I don't know.

For a long time, I couldn't stop thinking about that day.

There was a big storm, big waves. We both grabbed our boards and rushed to

get into it.

But when we got there, my sister got nervous and said, maybe we should sit it

out.

But I talked her into it.

The waves were horrible. The reptiles were vicious.

We both fell.

We lost track of each other.

That was it.

For a long time, I was so angry at myself, at the world. I didn't see the

point in anything.

And it's not like people didn't want to help. It's just that when a thing like

that happens, you don't know how to let them.

I skipped work. I didn't talk to my friends. My mom kept trying to get me

back out there, telling me it would make me feel better.

But I kept telling her that that was the point I didn't want to feel any better.

Eventually, she just let me be.

After that, I started finding my own ways to deal with the pain.

She just wouldn't let me be.

And I don't know how my mom did it.

I mean, she was just as sad.

and hurt as I was.

Somehow she had the strength to not only stay on her feet, but to get me back on

mine.

And she must have tried a thousand times to get me back into my life, and I just

kept saying no.

I guess I'm lucky that she was willing to try a thousand and one.

We have to talk about what happened.

Again?

Well, you haven't really told me anything.

Not really.

Cole broke my racket. I got mad.

End of story.

He broke a couple of strings.

Come on.

Why would you go after him like that? He's your best friend.

Forget it. It doesn't matter.

It does matter.

It matters to me.

Look.

Hey.

I know you're going through a lot.

And I know it isn't easy for you. I get that.

And I don't expect you to tell me every little thing that's going through your

head. But you have to talk to me because I'm all you've got.

And I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here.

I'm your father, and I love you.

Cole shouldn't have used my racket.

He says he'll fix it. He can't fix it. Why not? Because it was Mom's.

I never used it. I just... I like to keep it in my bag.

It made me feel like...

Something. Now it's gone.

Well, he didn't know.

I know.

I know that. He wants to be nice.

Everybody wants to be nice.

But I can't help it, okay? I think about Mom.

And I just get angry all over again.

You know, it's okay to be angry.

I get pretty angry, too, sometimes.