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Previously on Awake. So you would move?

That's what she needs, so I'll make it work.

Living in Oregon, your mind will eventually have to let go of L.A. I will

be incredibly sad to see you go.

Our problem just walked out of my office.

He resigned.

Well, what girlfriend? You don't have a girlfriend.

Yeah, I do.

I like him.

Why hadn't I met him before?

Dad, I got her pregnant.

You know you said that you knew when it happened.

When was that?

Just before mom died.

Where are you going?

The movers are coming today.

I know.

Emma? Mr. Britton, hi.

How are you?

How did you know?

It's racist.

Guys, can you give us five, please?

What's going on?

There's something we need to talk about.

I don't understand. She's pregnant?

Yeah.

And you're sure that Rex is the father?

Um, yeah, I'm pretty sure.

So, uh, who is she?

Her name is Anna. No, I mean, not, not, what's her name? I mean, who is she?

She was Rex's girlfriend.

Why wouldn't he have told me about her?

You know, I drove him everywhere. I picked him up. I took him to practice. I

chaperoned his dances. You know, he told me everything.

Apparently not.

So how do you even know?

How did you find out?

Dad, I got her pregnant.

But, uh... We sort of found each other.

We went, okay, so if she's already, she's five months pregnant, then she's

decided to keep this baby.

I guess.

What'd she say about, about raising it?

Uh, she didn't.

And you didn't ask?

Michael, this girl's carrying Rex's child.

Before we go anywhere, we gotta figure out how we're gonna be involved, right?

Mr. Deon Driggs, four counts of marijuana possession with intent to

distribute. Yeah, the neighbors say it wasn't violent, but he did bring scum

mags to the building.

Yeah, looks like one of them jacked him.

Okay, how do you see it?

Uh, well, suspect here bursts through the door, shoots Mr. Driggs in the

head, and then grabs a laptop, a game console, whatever.

Alright, so this guy's a drug dealer, right? And I'm looking around and I

don't see any drugs.

Maybe that was it. They took the stash.

Okay, so let's keep it going.

Gets that, runs out the door, goes down the hallway, okay?

He's trying to make the escape.

He gets to the staircase in there.

He runs into Mrs. Maya King.

83 years old.

Never leaves the apartment except to buy groceries.

Wrong place, wrong time. He's got a stolen stash in his hand. He's got their

body behind him.

Shoots her, runs out.

Whole thing's over in less than five minutes.

The landlord's waiting to show us her place.

You ready?

This is Mrs. King's apartment.

Thank you, Mr. Wilson.

Of course.

I'm afraid police intervention has become quite a thing in this building.

Still, I was surprised that it was Mrs. King.

She was a wonderful tenant.

Moved in here with her husband over 50 years ago, long before I bought the

building. Do you know of any family or next of kin that we can notify?

Her husband passed away years ago. She had an only son, was a soldier, died in

Vietnam. Did she have any close friends or neighbors you can think of?

She outlived most of them.

Any neighbor that was close to her age got out of here a long time ago.

I told her it was unsafe. I got out of here years ago.

I wanted her to get out of here, but she wouldn't listen.

She had faith in the community.

Sorry she was so wrong.

I'll talk to patrol.

See if there's anything on the street. Get somebody started looking at the gang

database for known associates.

Let me get some guys from the pawn shop detail.

Check some things out for us. We might get lucky.

It's knocking on all these doors here. See if anybody saw the shooter going in

or out.

Yeah. Well, Maya should have moved out.

The landlord was right.

Sometimes you gotta know when it's time to move on.

I understand.

I get it. If you don't want a goodbye party, then fine.

No party.

Thanks.

I mean, I just wanted to express my gratitude.

Thank you for everything you taught me the past six months. Uh-huh.

And if you want to deprive me of that... I do.

So be it.

Good. I am, you know.

Grateful.

Get up.

Just got a call.

Simpson Trujillo is back.

In Los Angeles? Yep.

I don't believe it.

Nobody called me.

Hold up. Who's Trujillo?

Cocaine dealer, arms dealer, you name it. He was a big player in L.A. We can

tie him to at least three open murders. Vega, I'm attaching you to the federal

task force. You're going to take the lead for our office.

Me? Yeah, I'm going to put you with Silva.

Captain?

Captain, what's... I gotta file this big on this guy. I've been working on it for

years. I could write a book. You're gonna be gone in three days.

I need somebody who can close these cases.

All right?

Now you sit down. You got a lot to learn.

Come on.

It's one cigarette.

Mm-mm. You said that last time.

But everyone could smell it on me.

My distributors are getting anxious.

I told you, Britain is gonna be gone in three days.

Three days? Are you sure?

Yes. I just chipped in 300 bucks for the champagne.

You know, I need to move the last Westfield shipment quickly, and I can't

do anything until he's gone.

You need to be patient.

You know what the two worst things are for heroin?

Let's assume that I don't.

Oxygen and humidity.

Our product's been in storage since Britton's accident.

It's oxidizing.

I've waited patiently because you told me you could handle this. So now I'm

gonna wait three more days.

And if it's still a problem, I'm gonna take care of it.

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 Redmond, this is not a dream.

That's exactly what the other shrink said.

I'm Angela.

This is my husband, Joaquin.

Pleasure.

And this, of course, is Emma.

Mr. Breton. Hi, Emma.

I'm Michael.

Thank you. Hi, and this is... Hannah, hi.

Hi. Come on. Thank you.

Mrs. Breton.

Hi.

I've heard so much about you.

I like your shirt. Are you a Vampire Weekend fan?

Yeah, I guess so.

You know, Rex was really into them.

When he was 14, he practically forced Michael to take him to a concert.

That's his shirt.

We consider ourselves fairly progressive, but we definitely weren't

prepared for this.

Yeah, believe me.

We're still trying to get our heads around it.

Of course you are.

One thing we've realized is that this doesn't have to limit the rest of Emma's

life. She's going to finish school with her classmates, go to college.

Yeah, have you thought about where you want to go?

Um, I've narrowed it down to a few schools on the East Coast.

Yeah, Rex wanted to go back East.

Actually, that's something that Michael and I wanted to talk to you about.

We would love to be as involved as you would let us. And just to be there for

you and the baby, or anything, doctors, appointments, babysitting, whatever we

can do.

That's a really beautiful offer.

Really, it is. But I'm afraid we've made other arrangements.

Other arrangements?

We've been working with an agency, and we found a couple.

who we're sure will make great parents.

We looked into this thoroughly.

We weighed all our options, and what we've decided is that adoption would

give Emma the most closure.

And as we said, that's our top priority.

We understand you're focused on this new child, but Emma is still our child, and

we have to put her first. What if we adopt it?

The baby?

The truth is that Hannah and I had been talking about having another baby

anyway, so... No, I'm sorry.

We've all agreed that a closed adoption is what's best.

Emma felt that maintaining any connection to this baby would just be

too hard for her. We're moving to Portland, and you could have as much or

as little involvement as you would want. Look, I realize how hard this is for

you, and we're not insensitive to what you're going through.

But at the end of the day, this is Emma's decision.

And this is what she wants.

It is.

Did you see Emma's face?

She looked pretty shaken up, but that was an awkward situation for all of us.

No, I...

More than that. It was like they were talking for Emma, saying she wanted to

put this baby up for adoption.

She agreed.

She said she agreed.

But it was like they were making the decision for her.

You didn't pick up on that?

Honestly, no.

Maybe you can want something so much that...

It's easy to project.

I think I'm projecting, Michael. I... I'm telling you.

They're pushing her to do something she doesn't want.

Do I know how much it means to you?

That's the game machine.

And, uh...

All right, the laptop has the same serial number as the receipt we found in

the apartment.

We got to take this stuff, and it's evidence in the crime scene.

It's 150 bucks down the toilet.

I don't suppose you took the ID of the guy who sold it to.

Oh, yeah.

Sure.

He was real big with, like, a patchy beard and crazy bug eyes.

Sounds delightful.

Who do you think we got coming in here, the Kardashians?

2642 Hibbing Street.

All right.

Got an address.

He was here for over a year, but he couldn't make rent, so they gave him the

boot.

He had trouble with drinking.

Any idea where he might be now?

I hear he's living on the streets.

Which streets?

How you guys doing?

You know someone called Perry? Perry Jenkins?

Big, tall, bald guy?

Hey, Perry!

These guys are looking for you.

Jenkins, stop!

Go!

I'm going! Where are you?

Where were you?

Murder.

What, are you kidding me?

So why'd you run, Perry?

Why do you think?

Where'd you get it? Found a whole bag of weed in the dumpster behind a Quick

Mart. Oh, come on, man. Look, we know you brought Dion's items into the pawn

shop. Dion?

You mean the video games and stuff?

I found all that in the trash, too.

Where's this Quick Mart? It's down there by the video den.

I'll take you.

It's on the way? No, no.

If nothing turns up in here, I'm gonna lock you away forever.

You get that?

Hey, hey, hey.

This doesn't make any sense.

Who would kill Drake for his stuff and then turn around and throw it into a

dumpster? I don't know.

But not that guy.

Hi.

Hi.

It was so awkward the other night. I came to say I'm sorry.

Here.

Peace offering.

I saw you drinking out of that plastic bottle and I read somewhere it's bad for

the baby, so... Glass.

Thanks.

Also came because I saw something that night and If I'm wrong you can

tell me to get out Not really sure what you mean

You didn't seem as certain as your parents

about giving up this baby and I want to be sure that you're doing this for you

because you want to and not because They want you to. Look, you don't even know

my parents.

Well, I don't need to know them, Emma.

This isn't about them. This is your decision.

It's about you and this baby.

Nobody else.

Really?

Because right now it seems like it's all about you.

All about you not getting to raise this baby.

You can tell yourself whatever you want.

That you came here to save me.

Just wasting your time.

I've made my decision.

I'm such an idiot.

Oh, you did what you thought was right.

No, I mean, she must think I'm like some kind of stalker.

And you know the worst part?

What?

I was stopping her from making some decision that she was going to regret.

God,

how did I get it so wrong?

Sometimes you want something so badly that it blinds you to everything else.

I did, Michael. I wanted it that badly.

I know, honey.

Thank you.

For what?

I don't know. Just listening to me and being there.

You're stuck with me.

I love you.

Police seized nearly 20 kilos from the scene, making it one of the largest

busts L.A. has seen in recent memory. Police Captain Tricia Harper commended

SWAT and lead detective Ephraim Vega on a job well done.

I'd have to say that ours...

Oh,

I look good on TV.

Don't you think, Mike?

I don't really gauge the attractiveness of other men.

Okay, but you can appreciate a good cheekbone.

People in the quiet neighborhood were surprised to learn that this house had

been a home to one of the largest drug rings Los Angeles has seen this year.

Hey, hey.

Mike, you're not supposed to be down here.

Hey, I'm looking for the video games from the double murder in the apartment

the other day. All right, just wait, okay?

How do you find anything here? Nothing's in order. It's chaos.

No, there is a system.

Just don't touch anything.

It just got back from processing. Thank you.

Come on.

That's it.

Where's the disc?

I don't know. Maybe some detective came down here and took it.

Maybe it's in this machine.

You ready to go? Yeah. Turn the TV to game mode.

No, it's the button.

Can I?

Here. And then you press the center button and you toggle the left switch.

We are online.

Friends who played.

Okay.

So, now what?

I'm not sure.

Is that part of the game?

Yeah, it's a message from another player.

Live, now?

Yeah, yeah.

Can I talk to him? Yeah.

No, you... Here.

I just type here? He can see you. Just talk.

Oh.

Where's Dion?

I'm Detective Britton. This is Detective Bert. We're with Los Angeles Police

Department. Oh, no. I knew it. I knew something bad had happened.

Where are you?

Stockholm. He's in Sweden.

Yeah, I know where Stockholm is. Thanks.

How do you know DR?

I've never met him, but we used to play together for years.

Until the other day.

What happened then?

I don't know.

We were playing the crime spree and...

He said he heard a gunshot, and then he paused the game to go look, and he never

came back.

Is he okay?

Maya was killed before Dion, not after.

So Mrs. King's coming up the stairs with her groceries, and the shooter's here,

and he takes her out before she has a chance to witness anything.

Why?

Maybe he had to kill her first before he could take out Dion.

For what?

For his stuff. He didn't want the guy's stuff. He put it in the dumpster.

Okay. So what was he looking for?

Cover.

That's why he shot him second.

That's why he dumped the stuff.

He didn't cover him.

He came here to kill Maya King.

Maya King.

It really is so sad.

Maya was Miss Pearl's best friend.

How does she take the news?

Okay, in her own way.

Hello, Pearl.

We'd like to ask you a few questions about your friend Maya.

Pearl.

Do you think you can help us?

I'd like to, but I don't know why I should help Maya.

You are a lousy grandson.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm not your grandson.

You missed Christmas. You missed my birthday.

Pearl, the reason that Myron here hasn't been to visit is because he's been

helping the police with special investigations.

What kind of investigations?

Well, he helps us find killers, like the person who hurt Maya.

Is that true, Myron?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm proud of you.

So, can you help us? Can you tell us something about Maya?

Oh, she loved cooking. She loved it. And she loved cats.

And the music of Mr.

Sammy Davis Jr.

Okay. And was there anybody she didn't get along with?

Everybody loved her. Even those rude boys out on the corner.

They'd tip their hats and say, good morning, Miss Maya.

What about our friend?

Anyone she was close to in the building?

Well, at one time, we were all close.

But little by little, people moved out, passed away, or ended up here.

Isn't this lovely?

So there's more than one person from the building here?

Oh, yes, of course, quite a few.

And at one time, there was more than that.

But, you know, at my age, you get used to that sort of thing.

It was dangerous there.

It's so much safer here.

Right. And did you all want to stay together?

Why did you all end up here?

Mr. Wilson, Curtis, he pays for everything.

Your landlord pays for you to be here?

Yes, he pays for all of us.

It's too bad poor Maya didn't take that offer, too.

So he wanted Maya to move?

Yes, but she didn't want to.

Pearl, why do you think Mr. Wilson would pay for everybody to be here?

I've known him for 30 years. He's a nice boy.

Which is more than I can say for Myron over here.

Turns out, when Curtis Wilson said he wanted out of the neighborhood, he's not

kidding. He basically owns this whole block.

He's been taking offers for a year.

So how much does the Blocking Watch let go for these days?

North of $10 million.

$10 million?

Mm-hmm.

Hell, I'd take you out for $10 million. Problem is, Maya King, Pearl, the other

senior residents, they were all there before he bought the place.

They're on rent control.

So let me guess. He can't sell the building without their consent?

Exactly.

So he ships Pearl and the others to nursing homes, and then when Maya won't

go... Boom, shoots her, shoots Dion to make it look like she got caught in a

crossfire. And who's gonna question a guy like Dion getting shot in that

neighborhood? Happens every day.

The thing is, alibi checks out. I mean, I verified it myself.

So he didn't do it himself.

Look, he's not the kind of guy to get his hands dirty anyway, is he? Okay,

well, let's pull the phone and bank records, see if we can establish contact

with the shooter.

Sound just like a detective.

Did a lot of good work at this desk.

I don't know. Maybe we should have a bronze.

Hmm. Could we?

Nah, it's not in the budget.

At least you have your memories, right?

Yeah.

I seem to remember a sensitivity seminar in Culver City with a very skinny

narcotics detective with a big red fro.

You have to go there, didn't you? Who stuffed all the brownies from the buffet

in her purse. I didn't take them all. You know what? I think I gave you one,

right? Yes, you did.

Yes, you did.

You always had my back.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm gonna miss you.

I got you, boss.

You got here early.

Yeah, I got an email a few hours ago with Curtis Wilson's records. I thought

I'd get a jump on it.

Nice. You find anything interesting?

Uh, bank records were useless, but the phone records turned up something

interesting. He received a call from a throwaway phone just before and just

after the murder.

That's what the U.S. Marshals got a subpoena. Turned out they're the only

two calls they ever made from that phone, and they were both made from this

building, the 1800 block of Figaro.

30 units.

A bunch of the residents, the records, come down to this guy.

Milo Owens, 30 years old, parolee, history of heroin use, possession,

dealing, armed robbery, a bunch of really nasty stuff. And I'm saying Mr.

Owens here is due a call from L.A.'s finest.

Get down on the ground! Show me your hands! Get down!

Down! On the floor!

Down! Get down!

You're not on the floor!

Let's go over there.

Milo Owens?

Yeah.

Just checking.

All right, let's search the place.

Mike.

Wow.

Under the mattress.

Criminal mastermind, no?

Mm.

All right, Milo.

We have everything we need on you. You know that.

Essentially, we own you right now. You got that?

I mean, we know you shot Dion and that nice old lady, and we're here to help

save you the trouble of having to pretend you didn't do it. No, I didn't.

I was at home. I was in my apartment. No, I didn't. I... You're just hurting

yourself. Just shut up.

Lucky for you, what we really want is the guy that hired you.

So if you play ball with us, you're nice, you help us, we tell the DA you're

cooperative, and then maybe you spend your jail time cleaning up, watching TV,

getting an education, anything.

But you don't help us out?

The next needle will be your last.

Who hired you to kill Mrs. King and Mr. Driggs?

It was Curtis.

Wilson. Mr. Wilson.

He paid me five grand.

He told me nobody would find out. Well, he was wrong.

So now help us bring him in.

Do you have any kind of proof that he made contact with you? Something

written, maybe a text, an email?

A voicemail?

I just always wanted to meet him personally.

Okay, well, then this is going to be a little bit more difficult for you.

Hey, Mr.

Wilson, it's Milo.

Why are you calling me?

I'm sorry.

I know you said not to, but I've been thinking about it, and I want more

money. It's not fair that... Stop.

I'll meet you at the park on Harvard, 3 o'clock.

Can we... He hung up.

Okay.

Let's get you wired.

Just get him to say as much as you can.

As soon as you get him to admit that he paid you.

The money-exchanged hands, we've got them.

Okay? Money-exchanged. Okay. Yeah. Got it.

Yes.

Where's the mic?

Don't touch it. It's right here. Okay. See that?

It's going to be fine. Okay? Yes, yes. Got it, got it. Should I, like, lean

into him so he... No.

No. No.

That's okay.

It's understandable.

Just be yourself.

Be natural.

Have a conversation.

It's going to go great. I got it.

I'm rattling, man, you know?

Damn it. He's crashing.

You know, if... If I could just get a quick taste, I'd be a lot better.

I could do this.

Are you asking us for heroin?

Yeah. In a police station?

Hey,

we'll see what we can do, okay?

Okay. All right, man.

Hey,

we should call it off. He's falling apart.

He's your best genius. We've got Wilson.

Without him, we've got nothing.

He's desperate.

He's gonna come across as desperate.

And that works in our favor.

He knows what's at stake.

He can do it.

You think?

I hope so.

Why is he looking at us?

He's looking this way. It's fine.

State your business and do it quickly.

I want more money.

How much money do you want?

I, uh... Come on.

$10,000, $20,000. Just say anything.

You said that already.

It's not fair. I took all the risks.

Your pupils are tiny. Are you high?

No. That's why you want money. For more drugs.

I want you to admit that you used me. What is this? Who are you looking at?

Are you wearing a wire?

You think I'm some kind of narc or something?

I think you're a very troubled young man.

Everyone stay where you are. We got nothing.

You know what? You know what I think? I think you're trying to pin this on me.

Yeah. I think you want me to go down with this. Yeah. Make me the fall guy,

huh? Have you lost your mind? I bet you're wearing a wire.

Come on. Stop it. You keep this up and we're both going to end up in jail.

You should have thought about that before you hired me. I never would have

hired you if I had known you were a complete and total junkie. Okay, we got

it. Let's go.

No.

I'm more.

Hey!

Stop! Stop! Police!

Give me your hands.

I know you were the police.

I thought you were with that junkie. Yeah, I'm sure.

That's just the way I thought you were. I didn't realize you were the police.

Emma.

You said the other day, I can't get it out of my head.

Sweetie, come here.

So what did they say?

At first, they really seemed like they understood.

Like they were actually listening that I wanted to do this, but as more time went

on, they just were trying to change my mind.

I told them to stop and...

I freaked out.

Lemon and Honey, how'd you know?

So you just walked out?

You didn't give me any choice.

You pulled the whole not under a roof thing.

I had to get out of there.

Before I knew it, I was here.

All right. I think you should call them.

Why?

It's not like they tried to stop me.

They don't know where you are, and I am sure they're worried about you. And

they're probably trying to figure it out themselves.

You know, they had certain expectations that they have to readjust.

It's gonna take some time, Emma, but they love you, and they'll come around.

I hope so.

Because I don't know where we're gonna live or where we're gonna eat. I mean...

Hey, it's gonna be okay. Yeah.

We meant what we said.

Whatever you need, we're here for you.

Really? Really.

Meanwhile,

can I make you breakfast?

Or... Could I take a bath?

So I just talked to Emma's father.

And? And he's angry.

Very angry.

At Emma?

No, at us.

For changing the daughter's mind. He says we are taking advantage of her.

We're manipulating her.

That's crazy.

Coming from a guy who's trying to make her give up her baby.

He's not going to, like, kick her out of the house.

He's bringing a suitcase over. They're trying to scare her.

Yeah, well, it's working.

Did I make a mistake?

We've got somebody else's kid upstairs in our bathroom.

Hey, you listen to me.

You are the only person that realized what she really wanted.

I missed it, her parents missed it, so don't beat yourself up over this.

I don't know how this is gonna play out, but right now, she's exactly where she

needs to be.

What about us?

I'm gonna call the movers, get our stuff back, and you gotta call work.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

We're supposed to be watching the game at O'Malley's tonight with a bunch of

the guys, so I'll talk to the captain then.

Oh, uh, about tonight.

Congratulations.

Yeah. Well, your partner sure throws a great party. Yeah, I wish he was half as

good a detective.

Okay, all right.

Can I get a minute alone with the captain? Yeah, cool. I'll go check on

him. All right, thanks.

What's up?

I know this is gonna sound kind of crazy.

I'm not leaving.

What? Some personal stuff came up. Me and Hannah. And

I'm gonna stay.

Wait, I'm confused.

Personal stuff?

Before he died, Rex got his girlfriend pregnant.

And it turns out she's having the... going to be grandparents.

That is amazing. I know, right?

I mean, it's weird.

So you're not going to be leaving anytime soon?

I'm not planning on it.

I mean, we're taking it.

Day by day, but... I hope that's okay with you.

I think

I better tell him.

I saw Vega welling up

when you said you were gonna stay.

He was so drunk by then.

I would have cried if I told him I liked his hair.

Hey, you're up.

Do you guys have fun?

Yeah. Hey, how was your night in?

First, I was bored out of my mind, but then this X-Files marathon came on. Have

you guys seen this show?

Yeah, I taped them.

It's messed up.

You want a plate for your pizza?

I'm good.

Okay, don't stay up too late.

Oh, I just want to watch one more.

Okay.

Do you guys want to watch with me?

Kind of freaks me out.

Sure.

This good?

Mm-hmm.

I know this one.