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I want to see you.

Is something wrong?

I've missed you.

I made a reservation at the Silver Saddle Motel. Check in. I'll meet you in

45 minutes.

I'm swamped this morning, Trish. It's not going to happen.

I will say that you don't regret it.

What the hell is the Silver Saddle Motel?

Place where no one will complain about the noise.

See you in 45 minutes.

Yes, sir, officer.

Carl, Britton knows.

What? He knows about Hawkins. He knows about you.

He knows about Westfield. He knows about the storage locker.

What?

What are you talking about? Come out here.

He shot Hawkins, Carl.

He's dead.

Even if we move everything, the Hawkins investigation would lead them back to

you.

And then what would you do?

What do you mean, shot Hawkins?

Get out here.

Get these cuffs off of me.

You tell them about me.

Trish, what are you doing?

Trisha, no!

I'm sorry.

So somewhere in the neighborhood of 200 Keys, it looks like a shipment of

narcotics seized early last year. And we also raided Kessel's home and office,

and everything's preliminary, but the forensic accountants say it looks like

he and Hawkins moved a lot of money in the offshore accounts. What's Kessel

saying?

We haven't found him yet.

Why not? Where is he? I did my best to keep the operation under wraps, but he's

obviously got ears everywhere.

Where it is, he stepped out.

just before we raided the storage unit. All right, here's what we should do.

Everyone with a badge is already looking for him. There'll be something in the

Hawkins house. IA is already searching the scene.

It'll take some time, but when they're done, they'll need to talk to me. Excuse

me, Captain.

They found Captain Kessel.

Oh, hey, guys.

Looks like you saw the walls were closing in. Took the easy way out.

Des says you checked in under the name of Ed Munt, right around the time you

and the boys were gearing up.

Now, the place is pretty empty around 11 a.m., and the neighborhood isn't so

great, so even when they thought they heard a gunshot, they didn't guess it

came from one of the rooms.

Maid found him about 30 minutes ago.

You wanted to catch him?

We just started to dig through Hawkins' records.

I'd like to see that.

What is it? It's a repair estimate for Hawkins' car from a week after your

accident. Damage to the right front quarter panel.

I wish this could all be different. I wish I could go back and stop it.

It wasn't your job to stop it.

When I needed your help, you listened to me.

We took a risk.

Thanks.

We should be thanking you.

Without you, we would have missed all this.

It's gonna be rough for a while, but when the dust settles, I want you to

know I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you receive a proper

commendation. I don't want a commendation.

What do you want?

I want my family back.

That's what I want.

We're so proud of you, Michael.

Yeah.

Hannah would be proud of you, too.

Get up.

Get up.

Get up.

I

don't

know.

Looks like you lost a lot of blood.

Harper's got a team working on Bird's body right now. They're gonna need you

to paint a picture for him pretty quick.

Well, could put him down right here.

Yeah, okay. Get him over to our area first. I'll make sure you get a friendly

investigation. Okay.

I got it.

It's almost over.

Then you can go be with your boy.

Hey.

I guess we need an ambulance at

Perkin Western.

No. Please.

Please.

Hey, Lee.

What did you do?

You have a medical degree, right?

Detective Britton, I don't have the right supplies. Well, just do it.

Listen to me. This shot goes all the way through. You've lost a lot of blood.

You've got a high fever. You're probably already septic. Just hatch me up.

Can you tell me who shot you?

Hawkins.

Detective Hawkins, the man that you dreamed was responsible for... I didn't

dream anything.

It's the man who admitted to me that he killed my son.

Okay.

He framed me for killing Bert, and he was about to kill me, and I just managed

to get away.

Bird's been killed?

They knew we were closing in on them, so they had to get rid of us. Who's they?

Hawkinson is area captain Kessel.

So now an area captain's involved?

Don't talk to me like I'm crazy.

I can prove it. I did prove it.

Why do you think Kessel killed himself when they came together? Kessel killed

himself?

If you're giving me a commendation, you're talking to me like I'm a lunatic.

Wait, who's giving you a commendation? Harper, my captain. I thought that you

were being suspended. Not here.

It's over in green.

Look,

believe me.

I know what I'm talking about.

I am not the bad guy here.

I believe you did that.

I do.

No, you don't.

No, you don't.

You're not even good at faking it.

I believe that this is all real to you.

I believe that you've been trying to keep two sets of facts straight.

One that is happening and full of painful realities, and one that you've

imagined in response.

And I believe that under those conditions, anyone could begin to lose

track of which is which.

But the truth is, I don't know what happened last night. I really don't.

I just know that you've been seriously injured, and it sounds like other people

have been as well.

We need to get you help, and once we get you that help, I'm sure that all of this

is just going to sort itself out. So I'm just going to step outside here. I have

help.

You're my help.

They want to shoot me, Michael.

Where are your car keys?

Where are we going?

You're going to get your wish.

You're going to turn me in.

Detective, it doesn't look like we're going to a police station.

I never said we were.

Can you at least tell me what we're doing?

We're going to... break into one of the storage units.

Why?

Because there's 200 kilos of heroin in there.

And when they see it, they'll know I've been set up.

Take my cell phone and tell them I've ducted you in.

Where you are, they'll come and get me.

But first, I want you to see what's in there.

You can say that you saw it.

No.

I saw it.

They must have moved it. Detective, I saw it.

You understand?

I saw it in there.

Why don't we just...

No, no, no.

No.

No! All right, shout.

When you hear people, they'll come and get you. No.

No!

Hello. Vega.

Where are you?

Listen to me.

The whole department is looking for you.

What are they saying?

They're saying you shot Bird.

Do you believe them?

If you're telling me that's not what happened, then I trust you.

It's not. And I can prove it.

But I need your help.

Tell me where you are.

No, it's not important.

I need you to pull some records for me.

No. If you want me to trust you, then you have to trust me.

Tell me where you are and I'll come and get you. I will make sure you're safe.

Let's work this thing out together.

Michael, we gotta get you to a hospital.

Look at you, Michael, look at you. I trusted you.

No hospital.

Drive.

Hey, Mike.

Moved everything out of the unit last night.

I didn't see any cameras, but see if the security cameras on the apartment stood

overlooked.

Part of the building.

People going in or out. And, uh, get the phone records for Hawkinson Castle.

How am I supposed to do that?

Ask Harper to help you.

You want me to tell Harper?

She's the only one we can trust now.

Captain, I need to talk to you.

We're in the middle of a manhunt.

I need to take this.

Michael sent me.

Close the door.

The storage unit was taken out in Kessel's name a few days after Michael

visited Westfield. The storage unit that was supposed to be full of drugs.

Yes. He said that it must have been moved once Hawkins realized that Bird

and Michael were onto them. Stop. Just stop.

There's someone that you need to meet.

Detective Vega, this is Dr.

John Lee.

He's been Britain's therapist since the accident.

This morning, Britain broke into Dr. Lee's house and took him at gunpoint to

the very storage unit that you're referring to, and once he saw that it

was completely empty, he locked him inside.

Captain, he's trying to... He has become delusional, Vega. Detective Vega.

I understand how convincing Detective Britton sounds, and that's because

everything that he's telling you is something he's completely convinced of

himself. But the truth is, he's unable to separate what's real from what's in

his imagination.

This vast conspiracy, these missing drugs, these people who are trying to

kill him and his family, it's all in the mind of a man experiencing a complete

mental break.

But Westfield... No, he checked into Westfield.

Last summer. There was nothing there.

A fractured psyche like Britain's can take a host of real details, weave them

into an incredibly elaborate story, and then constantly adjust it to sweep away

the holes and inconsistencies. Add to that the disorientation caused by the

blood loss and his injuries, and you have a recipe for flourishing delusions.

He's incapable of understanding that he's making all of this up.

He needs our help.

Whatever he has told himself, whatever he believes has led him to fixate on

Detective Hawkins, kidnap and nearly kill him, and in the process, he killed

Detective Freeman.

I know that you care about him. We all do. But that's why we need to prevent

him from hurting himself or anyone else.

Ephraim, where is he?

What is that?

I don't understand.

Hey, be careful.

I know I should never have trusted you.

I'm sorry.

It's for your own good, Michael. It's a mistake.

I can prove it to you. No, no.

Just shut me off.

You did the right thing.

He's gonna get the help he needs.

Michael. Just give us a few minutes.

How are you feeling?

How am I feeling? I don't understand what I'm doing here.

Michael, I am so sorry.

I really thought that letting you come back to work would make things easier

for you.

It's got nothing to do with me going back to work.

This isn't some...

Paranoid delusion. I'm the same as you are. Just get a warrant for Castellan

Hawkins' phone records and bank records.

Mike, stop.

Just stop. I don't want you to make this any worse for yourself.

You'll see that things are exactly how I'm telling you.

I just need you to look into it.

Okay? Please, Trisha.

Okay? For me.

Just look, please.

Michael.

We are going to get you the best help that there is.

Why aren't you listening to me? And I want to reassure you that Hannah is

going to be taken care of as well. She's not going to be alone on this, all

right?

Death says you checked in under the name of Ed Muntz, right around the time you

and the boys were gearing up.

What is it?

What?

You. I'm sorry.

Edmund.

That's the name that Castle used to book into the hotel.

Castle's calling you.

Michael, you're not making any sense.

That's why they knew I was haunting them, because... Because you told them.

You killed Rex.

You killed my boy.

She killed my son!

She killed my son!

You have a visitor.

Hello?

Hello.

What do you want?

You know what we want.

What is that? What does it mean?

It means she's getting away.

What can we do?

I can show you. We can still stop her.

If that's what you want.

You have to be sure.

I'll do anything.

This is madness.

This is the sort of breakthrough I have been waiting for. He's finally accepting

the truth, revealing what's been a dream and what's been reality.

He's not accepting reality.

He's fleeing it, allowing it to fold in on itself.

If he continues to fracture his psyche in this fashion, there will not be a way

out. That is alarmist garbage.

Let him make his own choices.

Choices have consequences, Dr.

Evans. Oh, now you're questioning my credentials.

You don't exist.

I'm not particularly concerned with your credentials. Were I his creation, it

would simply show that even his imagination is a better therapist than

you. I am the one who has been trying to prevent a full-scale break of exactly

this variety.

Once he does this... Shut up!

I'll pay very close attention to this part.

You've seen a penguin before.

Don't look at me. Look at them.

Okay.

Here it is.

And there.

Do you see it?

Look.

There.

There it is.

This is the part that's just... ...mean.

Do you get it?

Sorry, buddy.

Aren't you gonna sit down?

Isn't this place amazing?

It reminds me of that time when we were in New York and I pretended to be a food

critic. Yeah.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid... I'm never seeing you again.

Of what's gonna happen to me when all this comes to an end.

I know.

i have to get her but i don't want to leave you just give

me one last

I'll go and get her

You surprised me.

Press is having a field day with this. Did I.A. keep you here late last night?

No.

I talked to them this morning.

It won't be pleasant, but we'll get through this and we'll all be the better

for it.

Truth is, this is the best thing for the department, you know? Clean it up, put

it behind us.

Everything okay?

What happened to your shoe?

My shoe? I'm sorry?

Your left heel makes a click when you walk.

Hmm, tip must have fallen off.

Where did that happen?

Any idea?

No, why?

The thing is, the phone log of the Silver Saddle Hotel shows a room being

reserved in the name of Edward Munt about an hour before Captain Kessel

picked the key up.

So I called around hotels and hotels.

Turns out, Ebertmund has been reserving rooms all over town for a while.

The calls don't come from Kessel's phone.

They come from an anonymous VOIP account.

Spilled to a credit card.

Yours.

How long have you known Kessel?

Before you shot him in the head?

Years.

20 years.

I've taken a bullet for you.

Or your family.

And I'm struggling to understand how you could so easily destroy

mine.

I just want to know why.

I hear it from your mouth.

I'm sorry, Michael. You're sorry?

Mike, open this damn door.

I should never let you leave this room. Mike.

Nothing that happens to you when you walk out this door can ever be bad

enough for me.

Mike. Mike, open this damn door.

Mike, open this damn door now.

Captain Harper, this is Detective James and Bushwick from Internal Affairs.

They're going to need to ask you some questions.

You need to come with us.

Go on.

I'm fine.

I didn't say you weren't. I said go home.

Be with your boy. I'll call you as soon as they finish with her.

Mike.

I got a lot of questions about the last couple of days.

Things I'm gonna need your help to understand.

I can't tell you how many cases I've closed. You know, most of the time you

think it's the ex-boyfriend, it is the ex-boyfriend.

Sometimes it's almost miraculous how you untangle something, but either way you

feel... I don't know, not satisfactions.

Closure, I guess.

And this doesn't feel that way?

No.

How does it feel?

Like it doesn't matter.

I'm on a time machine.

As much as we often wish that life were otherwise, it only moves in one

direction.

And the good news is, you finally realize that this is life.

It's not about imaginary partners in penguin suits.

You're letting yourself see this other world for the dream that it's always

been.

And that is an enormous step toward the very closure that you're talking about.

I don't want closure in my family.

I believe that you'll find that allowing yourself to invest fully in one real

life is ultimately going to be a richer experience than dividing yourself

between two.

What if I just had a dream?

I don't follow.

I mean, everything always feels real to me, right? Here and there.

Everything obeys all the laws of physics and logic and...

Why can't I just have had a normal dream?

Are you saying that you were having a dream while you were dreaming?

Detective, the last time that you truly came face to face with the fact that you

had lost your wife, it split your reality in two.

And now you're on the verge of remedying that.

Now, the world with Hannah is a dream.

And you saw that. You know that.

Hannah is gone.

And it's time to come back to living in one world and not run off seeking a

third. I'm not seeking anything. I'm just saying, who knows the rules?

Who's to say?

Help me to understand this.

When you go home tonight, go to bed, what do you expect to see?

I don't know.

And here I was thinking that we had taken a giant step forward.

Detective, I'm afraid it's just turtles all the way down.

If you could...

Doctor?

Morning he's beginning to think you'd never get up

What time is it?

8.30?

You gonna drive me?

What?

Registration's at 9.

Yeah, sure.

I was just... Look at this.

He lives.

Oh, hey, Rex. Could you get me a water?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Michael? Yeah.

You okay?