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- Previously on
"Falling Water"...

- That's you, isn't it?
You look happy.

Ma'am, you need to call 911!
Send the police!

12 people laid down in a house
and killed themselves.

- We know they blew up
the house,

but they made no calls
for violence.

These guys don't even have
a known ethos,

unless you count the word
"Topeka."

- Have you ever been
hospitalized for mental illness?

- No.
- We know about

your time at Cranwell.
- Then why ask the question?

- Can't have a relationship that
only exists in your dreams.

- Do you think Jones
is insider trading?

- The answer is,
I have no idea.

- It's always Topeka.

[gunshot]

[ominous music]

- Why do we create monsters?

Zombies and vampires

and things that
go bump in the night?

Perhaps because the
real monsters are too close.

Too familiar.

Too real.

This one amazes me.

The ability to make something
so simple and contradictory.

- The bodies look, uh...

- Out of control?

- Like they're falling
through the air.

- Hm.

Flying, not falling.

Come on.

Let's fly.

*

Look here.

Elongated movement.

The way the couple's
stretched out.

- This is a dream.

- You're gonna ruin it.

- I remember...

this place.

We've been here.

- We are here.

- I didn't just dream you.

You're real.

- Look at the picture.

- I didn't invent you.

- Of course not.
- Then who are you?

Are you dreaming too?

Are we dreaming together?

- Look at the picture.

[eerie whoosh]
[clock ticks faintly]

[ominous music]

*

Can you see it now?

- What are you doing?

- You can still see it,
can't you?

[thunder cracking]

Imagine you're the man
in the picture,

falling, flying.

Put your arms out.

Now let yourself feel it.

[thunder rumbling]

The air,
the updraft.

Lifting you, carrying you.

Up into the sky.

[wind swirling]

*

- I thought you were
gonna snooze the whole flight.

- Sleep's a luxury.

Grab it where you can.

- With who you can.

[unintelligible talking]

- Did you know Woody when
he and Jones were at Deutsche?

- Nicholas brought them in
as a package.

I think there was
a Wharton connection.

God, I don't know how much more
of this research I can take.

Rare earth metals.

- Can't make cell phones
without them.

- Mining them's
an environmental disaster,

but who cares when
there's money to be made?

And the big mines
are all in Mongolia.

Thank you.

- You're cynical
when you travel.

- Mm--it's the dislocation...
- Thanks.

- Turns me into
a free-love hippie.

- Our Belgian client
has concerns

about the hotel in Montreal.

- He's always concerned.

- Yeah, he's congenitally
paranoid.

But he's also unloading
his nine-figure holdings

and we get a piece
for finding him a buyer.

- What are the concerns?

- The cleaning staff.

He doesn't want
anyone from the hotel

entering the suite
once negotiations begin.

- Mm-hmm, I'll make a note.

- And have you
taken care of the clocks?

- All clocks, phones, and
miscellaneous small appliances

will be removed
prior to negotiations.

- And no flowers.

- He has allergies now?

- No living things.

- Flowers, children,
animals,

they make him uncomfortable.

Also, at no point can he be
left alone with the buyer.

He'll void the entire deal.

So we--we need to
tag-team on that, okay?

Okay.

- Rare earth metals?

- Nine-figure deposits
in Mongolia.

[tense music]

*

[dark music]

*

[ominous music]

*

- Thanks for coming with me.

- Hey, what could be more fun?

An excursion in the country
with my favorite client,

the opportunity
to meet your mother.

- Am I really your favorite?

- How could you not be?

- I know I'm overdue
on the bottled water thing.

- But you haven't gotten
the feeling.

- I can't just randomly
pick a design.

- Yeah, that's why
I brought the prototypes.

Hey, you'll spend time with them
in a place you feel comfortable.

- What if the feeling
still won't come?

- We are not returning
the retainer.

- [laughs]

Oh.
- My daughter's.

Her therapist has her use it

when she's scared
to tell me something.

- "Oh, I could have used
one of these with my mother."

- Yeah, who couldn't?

- My mother's particular.

A therapist.

Kind with acolytes and seminars.

- Oh.

- Big, white hot center
of her own universe.

"She catalogued my entire
childhood as research.

There are boxes in the barn."

- Oh.

- "Oh, there are 137 boxes."
[tsks]

- Oh...

- [chuckles]

She's probably around back.

- Oh.

[laughing]
Look who's here!

- Hey, Mom.

- Come here.

[kiss]

- This is Miranda.

- Hello. Charlotte.
- Hey.

- You should have told me
you were coming.

I've already got six for dinner,
and you know

what a squeeze it is
to get eight around that table.

- We'll eat in the kitchen.

- Pish-tosh.
Put your stuff in your room.

I'll tell Paolo to
double the puttanesca.

Paolo's a stray poet
I've taken in.

Part of my menagerie.

His writing's rather poor

but his pasta's to die for.

I've got Maude Greenwald
staying the week.

The young Beatties
are due at 7:00.

With Sabine arriving for dinner,
we're a full house.

Tell me,
are you and Tess lovers?

- I'm her agent.

- I don't need details,
I just want to know

how many beds to make out.

- Do you have to?

- Oh, she brings home all kinds.

Men, women,
usually figures of authority.

I learned years ago
to put them in the same room,

avoid the nocturnal traffic.

It's so lovely to have you here.

- I can't break confidentiality.

Alice is my patient,
and I'm not discussing Alice.

- Alice is an outpatient?

- All of the members
of my group are outpatients.

- Cult deprogramming group,

according to the orderlies.

- Cult survivors.

- You know, I found

12 dead people in a house.

- I saw the news.

- When I found them,

they were all wearing the
same green sneakers as Alice.

Help me.

Hey...

If you don't want
to tell me about Alice,

tell me about a girl
like Alice.

And why does a girl like Alice
join a cult?

- Cults are like families.

Lots of girls or people

really grow up with
imperfect familial connections,

which make them vulnerable to
the substitute families

that cults offer.

When a cult member dies,

they leave their possessions
to the cult.

They want the cult
to dispose of their bodies.

Their desire to
make themselves whole

leads them into a trap
that they can't get out of

and is oftentimes
much worse.

[ambient dark music]

Will that suffice
for the NYPD?

- Yeah, it might.

- Turn off the lights.

Don't touch the Post-its.

*

- Rory, it's Tak.

Yeah, I need you to
check something for me.

Call the Nassau County Coroner.

I want to find out if
the 12 bodies from the house

.

[dark music]

*

[unintelligible
police radio chatter]

[tense music]

*

*

[photo snaps]

[engine turns over]

[engine turns over]

[Geiger counter humming]

- The Belgian's
getting happy feet.

How much longer?

- We're done.

- Gentlemen, this way, please.

[metal bowl clanks]

[ominous music]

*

*

*

- [muttering]

- I thought you abandoned me.

- [sighs] Don't worry,
my mother'll leave you alone

until cocktail hour.

- So this is what
137 boxes looks like?

- 179.
Those 42 are my sister.

- She must be envious.

- Well, she was lucky.

My mother stopped cataloguing
her life when I turned ten.

After that,
I had her full attention.

You see anything marked 2009?

- Oh.

I like the bear.

You know, there are
doll girls and bear girls.

I was a bear girl.
- Yeah, that one's Sabine's.

We used to hide
our tooth money in the back.

Lift the sweater.

- [gasps]

We should find yours
and cash out, huh?

- It's up here somewhere.

- I-I thought we could
go for a walk or something.

Get you in the mood
to look at the bottle designs.

- Yeah, I'll look at them later.

- You promise you'll pick one?

- Jesus, I promise.
Okay?

[muttering]

- Tess.

Tess?

Tess!
- Yeah?

- What are you looking for?

- [sighs]
Records.

I need to find a date.

2009.
There's a gap.

That's February.
That's May.

There's a--
there's a two-month gap.

- What were you doing
in that gap?

- [exhales]

I was at Cranwell.

- What's Cranwell?

- An institution.

I had a breakdown.

I was...manic,

running around the city,
staying up for days.

I thought there was
this glow

coming out of me.

My mother put me in Cranwell.

I lost my mind completely.
I was on all kinds of drugs.

Walls closing in.

- Well, it happens to people
with talent like yours.

But you came out of it.

- Not until my sister
got me transferred.

To Saint John Bosco
in the city.

She works there.

[sighs]

I need to go to Cranwell.

I need too pinpoint
a date in that gap.

Can I--can I borrow your car?

I promise I'll look at
the prototypes when I get back.

- It's fine.

You'll get to it.

[ambient music]

.

[ominous music]

[unintelligible talking]

*

- He wants a nosh.

- Just a question,

but who put the Belgian
together with White Sand?

- The head of White Sand
had been talking to Jones

about getting into the market
for rare earth metals.

So when I came across
the Belgian,

Jones and I
put two and two together.

Why?

- From the body language,

White Sand's robbing
your Belgian blind.

- If you saw the numbers
on the table,

you'd think different.

- If you're saying
we don't care, that's fine.

I just need to know
where our loyalty is.

- Our loyalty is with the deal.

And to the client.
- Which client?

Yours or Jones's?

- You're as paranoid
as the Belgian.

*

- Get me some information
on that guy over there.

*

- This is your entire file.

I hope you forgive
my handwriting.

I always felt badly
we couldn't do more for you.

Oh, doubly so because of
my professional connections

with your mother.
- This is everything?

- Well, you're not
the first patient to come back

wanting to understand
their own recovery.

- Didn't recover here.
I recovered at Saint John B.

*

What's this?

Why is there a police report
in my file?

- The police found you.

- Found me when?

- When you absconded.

- I don't know anything
about that.

- I guess you probably wouldn't.

Your delusions were
at their peak.

You broke a window
and you ran away.

- No one ever told me.

- Maybe your mother
felt it was best.

She and your sister transferred
you right after that.

- How long was I missing?

- Three days.

They found you
lost in the woods.

You were bleeding
from where you cut yourself.

- [sighs]
I have to go.

[dramatic ominous music]

*

*

[ambient music]

*

*

[unintelligible whispers]

*

[unintelligible whispers]

[unintelligible whispers]

*

*

*

[ominous music]

*

- You.

Come here.

Come back here.

Hey, NYPD.
Stop!

Come here!

*

*

Mom?

[distorted electronic feedback]

[ominous tone]

[dark music]

.

- So I've had dreams
about cigars.

[polite laughter]

And once, the cigar
was actually a cigar.

But that doesn't mean
Freud wasn't full of shit.

- Well, dreams are a window,
not a curtain, right?

- May I have some more
puttanesca, please?

- I'm abandoning
food for alcohol.

- Jung was a beginning,
like Newton, like Darwin,

but a simplistic foundation
upon which we're still building.

- I went to Cranwell today.

I spoke to Dr. Stafford.

- Why?

- Don't be confrontational.

Your sister has every right
to visit her doctor.

- A doctor who made her worse.

- We had an interesting
conversation.

Things I didn't know.

- Tess...
- Stop.

This is your sister's moment.

- He told me
I went missing for three days.

That I was found
wandering in the woods.

- That's right.

- You never told me.

- You were delusional.

The doctors at
Sabine's hospital felt

reminding you would be
counterproductive.

- I was convinced
I was pregnant.

You showed me charts
and blood tests and sonograms

to convince me I imagined
the whole thing,

but you never bothered
to tell me

I broke out of the hospital

and went missing for three days?

- Yes, well, I can see now
that was a mistake,

judging by your reaction.

My own guilt over
sending you to Cranwell

skewed my behavior.

- It's been seven years.

- And you've been healthy
for seven years.

Which is why I'm glad
you're strong enough

to confront me like this.

- She's going down
the rabbit hole.

- I'm fine.

- Then let the past go.

- She can't.

- She needs to.

- I was lied to!
- You were protected.

- From the truth?
- From yourself.

God--no, Mom--no.
Don't interrupt me.

I know that you think that
it's all healing, but it's not.

Tess, the world is not
out to get you.

You are not being gaslighted.

But you need to
find the strength

to accept what has happened
and move on.

- Right.

Have you finished silencing me
in my own house?

- God damn it, Mom.

- You are not your sister.

So don't expect her to behave
like you would.

She's strong.
She is healing.

And I'm proud of her.

- You know, uh,
John's brother, Donald,

went through a similar crisis.

He spent a full year
at Silver Hill...

[dark music]

- You know what I like
about a business trip?

- Free drinks on the firm?

- The lack of obligation.

You're cut off, like
a little bubble of freedom.

- Freedom to crack open
the mini-bar

and eat $10 Toblerones.

- Mm.
Now who's the cynic?

- [sighs]

There's something off
about this deal.

It's not...

normal.

- A Belgian is selling
a Canadian

nine figures' worth
of Mongolian mineral rights.

Which part of that is normal?

- I can't sleep lately.

Not well.

Things I think I know
turn out to be like

squeezing handfuls of sand

until they're gone.

It's like how years ago,
scientists used to think

that atoms were
the ultimate particle.

But then beneath atoms,

we found protons.

And beneath protons,
we found quarks.

And beneath quarks,
we found strings.

Only strings aren't
even particles at all.

[scoffs]

They're just vibrations
of energy.

You think the world
is so solid,

and then it melts.

- Oh, good God, I'm drunk.

Wanna go upstairs?

Split a $10 Toblerone?

[lounge music playing]

*

- Diabetic.

- [scoffs]

Liar.

[both chuckle]

*

[dark music]

*

[faint screaming]

[ominous tone]

[slow-motion footfall]

*

*

*

- Is that for me?

- It's for the Belgian
ambassador.

[slow-motion footfall]

*

[ominous tone]

[thunderous tone]

.

[dark music]

- They always say
it's going to rain

when it's hot,

when the air gets thick,

and you want it to rain,

a deep, cleansing rain

that knocks the dirt
out of the sky

and leaves everything clear,

but it never really does.

- How many have you had?

- How many have you had?

*

Let's have one more.

- Let's go home.

- Two more for
the happy couple.

- I thought we were leaving.

- Can I get some pretzels?

*

I'm allergic to peanuts.

My throat swells up
and I foam like a rabid dog.

- Let's go.

- What are we doing here?

- Don't.
- Or what?

- Forget it.

- Who are you?

- Let go.

- Where do you go
when you're not with me?

- What lie do you
want me to tell?

[eerie tone]

- One double scoop cone, please.

*

[dramatic music]

*

[ominous music]

*

*

*

*

*

- [gasping, choking]

*

[choking]

*

[dramatic tone]

- [exhales]

[phone ringing]

This is Burton.

[suspenseful music]

*

[knocks]

*

[knocks harder]

Step out of the way.

*

Who is he?

- A friend.

- You're gonna tell me, so
don't waste time not telling me.

- He's the Belgian ambassador
to the UN.

- What's he doing in Montreal?

- He was my silent partner.

- You have to fix it.

- Give me your phones.

Both of you.

*

- We were having drinks.

- And what else?
Cocaine?

- He brought it.
We were celebrating.

- Just the three of you?
No girls? No boys?

- No.

- Put your shoes on.
Take our client to his room.

Get him packed,
get him to the airport.

Put him on the first flight
back to New York,

coach if you have to,

but out of Canadian air space
by 8:00 a.m.

- What are you gonna do?
- Call the police.

- But--whoa, whoa.

- But what?
He's dead.

I can only manage the fallout.

You, when the police contact
you, you're gonna want to lie.

You're gonna want to
make up a story.

I'm telling you, do everything

in your power to
resist the urge.

You were doing drugs.
He did too many.

You flew home because he was
your friend and you freaked out.

Is any part of that untrue?

- No.

- Take him.

Go.

[claps twice] Move!
- Okay.

*

.

[pounding]

[rings buzzer]

- I'm not listed.

- I'm a cop.

Yeah, I saw your patient.

She was out in the woods
with a bunch of those

green-sneaker people.

- Thank you for telling me.

- And she's still
associating with that cult.

- That would be the inference.

- Alice is not some gentle
little girl.

I saw her, she--

- Robbed a bank?

Killed a man?

- I am trying to help you.

- No, you're not.

Whatever you saw in the woods
unsettled you.

So you barge in here,
inappropriately.

You are edgy and defensive,
and you're demanding answers

with the idea that
it'll fix things, but it won't.

- These people,
they came out of the woods.

They poured out the ashes
of my victims

and flung them into the air.

- Your victims?

- I found them.

- You've found bodies before.

So what makes these 12
so special?

- There's a layer
beneath what's going on here

I can't explain.

I am not a patient
on your couch.

- Well, you're certainly
behaving like one.

An emotionally-stunted boy
who can't stand

his own feelings of helplessness

because it reminds him
of the psychic trauma

inflicted on him
by his now catatonic mother.

Or at least that's what
I would write up in my notes.

- You have no idea

what's going on
with your patient.

[door opens, shuts]

[dark music]

*

- Tell them it's called "Neige."

Snow.

- You're a magician.

The client will be very happy.

- And we don't have to
return the retainer.

- All that worry for nothing.

I have to get back
to the city.

[ambient dramatic music]

- Sure.
Yeah.

Uh...I'll pack
and come with you.

- Yeah, if--if you want
to stay longer,

I won't be offended.

This, your creation.

I knew this weekend
would turn out.

[doorbell chimes]

[door unlocks]

[dark music]

*

[line trilling]

- I thought you'd like to know.

The Belgian ambassador died
in Montreal last night.

- How'd you know where I live?

- I saw you in the woods,
looking for your mother.

You're a good son.

*

[ominous tone]

- [sighs]
No thanks.

I'm allergic to peanuts.

Throat swells up and
I foam like a rabid dog.

*

- Do we create
our own monsters?

Or do our monsters
create us?

Perhaps they need us to
validate their own existence.

Or perhaps

their own monstrosity?

*