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- Previously
on "Falling Water"...

- I like the bear.
- That one's Sabine's.

I used to hide
her tooth money in the back.

- Andy did not stroke out.
- Then where is he?

- He moved on.
He quit.

- [grunts]

- That's beautiful.
- No, ugh, it's shit!

- The Belgian doesn't wanna sell
to White Sand anymore.

He wants new buyers,
and he wants to be

in negotiations this week.

- We have our first swimmer
in the pool.

- Mr. Song from Malaysia.

His top aide was already
in Vancouver.

- You need me.

- Go away.

- [moaning]

- [screams]

[soft dramatic music]

*

[footsteps approaching]

- You were supposed
to bring him.

- We didn't think
that was a good idea.

- Then take me to him.

- We're not sure
that's a good idea either.

- I was promised access
from the beginning.

- Only as far as it was good
for his development.

He has to belong to all of us.

- Sacrifices were made.

Damage was done...

- For the greater good.
- To my family.

- And the greater good
outweighs your guilt.

- Please, one last visit.

I'm entitled to that.

- No, you're not.

But I will take you to him.

One last time.

- You're back!

- [laughs softly]

- You're back!

- I'm back.

Hello.

- Truck.

- Truck.

I have something special
for you.

- What's it?
- What is it?

He's a tough old bear.

He's gonna keep you safe.

*

[dark music]

*

[muffled explosions
and implosions]

- I'm often reminded

that God plays favorites.

That doesn't mean
he treats his favorites kindly.

Jonah was a favorite,

and God had him swallowed
by a whale.

Jonah just wanted
to live his life

and be left alone.

I guess it proves you can have
all the free will in the world,

and still not have a choice.

- There's a guard
outside your door,

another in the room
down the hall.

They'll rotate
in four-hour shifts.

- Mr. Song overstates
my need for security.

- We've set the suite up
with encrypted Wi-Fi

which bypasses
the hotel network.

[door opens]

*

You could change the password
if you like.

- What's the password now?

- Topeka.

- Like the city in Kansas?

- Ever been there?
- Kansas?

Never.

So when do you sleep?

With all the running around,
taking care of Wi-Fi?

- I, uh, steal a few minutes
here and there.

- If you don't sleep,
you can't dream,

and without dreams,
the mind goes irrational.

They've done studies.

*

[jump rope clicking]

[breathing heavily]

*

[weights clatter]

[breathing heavily]

- My mother woke up?

- Not exactly.

- But she cried out?

- It was more autonomic response
than voluntary motor function.

Your mother's oculocephalic
response is absent.

Her pupils are dilated
but reactive,

her limbs show
waxy flexibility.

Her catatonia's unchanged.

- What about brain energy?
An EEG?

- We checked last night
as soon as it happened.

No change.

- Check again.

Something happened.

[soft dramatic music]

*

- Yes?

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Should I not be here
with you at work?

- Depends on you.

- I had a good time

the other night.

- The octopus was great.

- I meant the other part.

- I wasn't sure.

Like I said,
there's a narrow way

that I can do things.

For most people,
it's too much

or it's not enough.

Either way, it's mine.

[cell phone ringing]

- [exhales]

I have to take this.

- I'm not asking you
to understand.

I'm asking you to decide

if you want to keep going.

Take your call.

We can talk later.

[cell phone continues ringing]

[door opens]

[cell phone beeps]

- What's up, Rory?

They speak Icelandic
in Iceland.

No, never been.

On my way.

[dark music]

*

- You were supposed
to dream today.

- I needed a day off.

- Well, you can't
just not show up.

You left
a lot of people waiting.

- So fire me.

[sighs] I'm tired
of dreaming and tests.

I don't feel good.
Ever.

When I sleep, when I'm awake.

- I'm sorry.

Do you need a doctor?

- I need a break.

I keep running into
those faceless men.

It's like they want me
to lead them to my son.

I think they wanna hurt him.
- How do you know?

- How do you know anything
in a dream?

You feel it.

- What about your son?

- I still hear him.

But it's like someone--

it's like someone's
hiding him from me.

- [sighs]

Sounds like you need a break.

- Thank you.

- I do have one favor to ask.

I want you to dream with me.

- You have a whole room
full of people.

- They can't help me.
I've tried.

I need you.

I'm a bad dreamer...

but I've always known
that what you do is possible.

When I was 12,

my twin sister began
to visit me.

Our bedrooms were separated
by a wall, but...

she would...

sneak into my dreams.

And for two years,

we had adventures.

We saw oceans,

islands,

castles in the sky.

And then one morning,
she didn't wake up.

She was catatonic,

and I told my parents I thought
she was still dreaming,

but they put her
in an institution

and drugged her up

and she died there at 16.

And ever since then,
I've been trapped

inside my own puny
little dreams.

I have seen amazing things,

and I am hoping

that you can help me
see them again.

- One time.

- We can go to the lab.

- No.

And not here.

- There's always my place.

[soft dramatic music]

*

- The Russians are complaining
about their office,

and the Israeli syndicate wants
their own copier.

- I'll get Jesus
on the copier.

Can't do anything
about the office

unless the Chinese
are willing to swap.

- Tell the Chinese
it's better feng shui.

- They won't care.

But I'll think of something.

- How goes the vetting process?

- The Belgian's happy
with her due diligence.

I'm not sure she's all that
happy with the Belgian's.

- Well, bids are due tomorrow
and she and her boss

are our best bet
at making the floor price.

Without it, the firm will have
to eat the difference

plus the penalty.

- That woman didn't
fly all the way here

to catch a Broadway show.

- That woman is a black box.

No telling what's inside.

- You've dealt with her before?
- Once.

It was enough.

She was working
for the Qataris.

No one could believe it
when Mr. Song hired her away.

- That good?

- She reads minds.

*

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone beeps]

- This is Burton.

- I thought
we might have a chat.

.

[soft dramatic music]

*

- Come.

Have a seat.

- Can I have them
bring you anything?

- No, thank you.

- Well, at least take coffee.

So I can feel
I'm being hospitable.

- No, thank you.

- So...

how are things
with your paranoid Belgian?

- He's vetting buyers
for his holdings.

- Whatever they bid,
I would have bid more.

- So bid more.

- [chuckles softly]

After Montreal, he refuses
to do business with me.

That's the problem
with paranoia.

Makes you financially foolish.

*

Something the matter?

- On the phone,
you said "Topeka."

What is it?

- [exhales] There are
precious few individuals

who understand
how markets truly work.

Markets run on fear.

Fear the stock you didn't buy
is gonna go up,

fear the stock you did buy
is gonna go down.

Now, if you could
invade the minds

of key traders...

invade their dreams,

create fear...
[fireworks exploding]

Incite fear...

then you'd have
advance warning.

If you know which way
the markets are gonna move,

you could
position yourself properly

and scoop up the profits
with a shovel.

- Almost like insider trading.

- In a way.
- And that's Topeka?

- No, no.

Topeka's a much bigger idea.

I just want you to understand,

there are answers
to all your questions.

[distorted voice]
About what Jones was doing,

and other things.

*

- [mouthing words]

*

- If you agree
to come and work for me.

*

- [screaming]

- I like the job I have.

- You wouldn't be doing anything
you're not already doing.

- [screaming]

*

- This is a geological analysis
of your Belgian's holdings.

The mining deposits
he's selling,

they're played out.
Exhausted.

Have been for some time.
They're worthless.

- A week ago, you offered
the Belgian nine figures.

- The value of a thing

is not necessarily
the thing itself.

Sometimes, there are
hidden layers of value.

Like a diamond
in a tub of ice cream.

*

[fireworks exploding]
- [screaming]

- That's it.
Move some of those.

Yeah, move those bags around.

Never know
where the evidence is.

[indistinct chatter]

- There's the Quiet Man.

- Hunch, you made it.

- Are you expecting
those rookies to find something?

- Not really.

Keeps their heads
from getting big.

- Yeah, so what's this
about Iceland?

- 6:00 A.M. this morning,

corpse in bag was a body
in the dumpster.

He was kind enough
to carry an ID,

but when I ran it,
Interpol hit came back.

He's supposed
to be serving ten years

in an Icelandic prison.

Lost the beard since then.

- Fake ID?
- Nope.

And no twin brother either.

- That's screwed up.

- Well, you being the man with
the international connections,

I'm counting on you
to unscrew it.

- Come on, Johnny,
at least blow in my ear

before you take me to bed.

- Foreplay's for suckers.

*

- [exhales]

- I need to go out
and I need you to drive me.

- I'll get you a driver.

- I have certain needs.

Things that
if I can't get them,

I can't do my job.

- Don't you have
a local supplier?

- Not in New York.

These things are not found
in savory areas,

so I thought you'd prefer
to accompany me.

*

- In a dumpster?

- Pushed or jumped off
a nearby building.

- That's...

wow.

I have 19 dead people
in my contacts.

When I fire someone,
I delete them immediately,

but when they die,
I can't bring myself to do it.

- So Andy makes 20?

- No.
I deleted him.

Andy was part of
a research group

studying cognitive
sleep function,

and when he left the study,
I removed him.

- How'd he get into the study?

- Fit the criteria.

We're exploring
next-gen connectivity.

It involves specialized
brain-wave patterns.

It was a shame
when he washed out.

- You have many other
Icelandic convicts

in your study?
- Ah, okay.

- According
to Litla-Hraun Prison,

Andy was two years
into a homicide stretch

when he was furloughed
to your custody.

- My supervision.

It was a vehicular homicide.

He was a tourist who hit a cow,
and a girl he was with died.

Look, when Andy left,

I bought him a ticket,

I walked him through security,

and I put him on a plane
back to Reykjavík.

Call the airline.

- I will.

- Andy always meant well.

- Too bad you deleted him.

[sighs]
Sorry to keep him.

- It's fine.

*

- Have a good day.

.

[soft dramatic music]

*

- This is, uh...

- Modest?

- What did the police want?

- Just old news.
Disgruntled employee.

It's nothing to worry about.

So how do you wanna get started?

- Uh...

I'll take the bed.
You can take the couch.

- I am going to need
a sleeping pill.

Would you like a sleeping pill?

- No, with all the tests,
I've gotten pretty good

at falling asleep.

[remote beeps]

[whirring]

*

[indistinct children shouting]

*

Hi.

- I have to sit with my sister.

If I don't, our mom won't
take us to the pool.

[children laughing]

*

[children laughing]

[dramatic music]

*

[children laughing]

Why won't she sit with me?

[children laughing]

*

[children laughing]

- Bill.

Come with me.

- I can't leave my sister.

- Tell her you'll be back.

- I'll be back.

[bell ringing]

How did we end up here?

- After you.

[soft music]

- [laughs]

*

[soft dramatic music]

*

[dramatic music]

*

[suspenseful music]

We have to move.

*

Go away!

Come on.

*

[soft dramatic music]

*

[baby cries]

[dramatic music]

*

- Go.
I'll be fine.

*

[baby cries]

[suspenseful music]

*

*

[dramatic music]

*

[soft dramatic music]

*

- Bill?

Bill?

Are you okay?

- That was, uh...
[scoffs]

- Tell me what happened
after we split up.

- I went back inside.

I locked the door.

- And then?

- And they vanished

or retreated.

What about you?
Your son?

- He wasn't there.

He always just slips
out of my fingers.

*

- What's your pleasure?

- Luster.

- Lady can dance.

It's 50 a vial.
Youngin' bring your boodle.

[zipper rasps]

- [sighs]
You're a dear.

[blowtorch sparks]

*

- Can I ask you something?

- I'd love to say no,

but you have me
at a disadvantage.

- Why is a Malaysian banker
interested in rare-earth metals?

- Money.

And power.

- Even if the deposits
are played out.

- Who have you been talking to?

- I've seen the geo-report.

It says the Belgian's holdings
are worthless.

- Ah...

White Sand.

H. Robert must be
desperate and angry

if he told you.

- Is he wrong?

*

- You should be wary
of H. Robert.

He's not worthy of you.

Whatever he offered,
Mr. Song will double,

but, really,
I'd avoid Mr. Song too.

A gang of shadow men.

[echoing]
Feasting.

- Wake up.

- Take me home.

- Tell me why
you want the deposits.

[exhales sharply]

[dramatic music]

[fireworks exploding]

*

- My God...

- [mouth words]

- She is beautiful.

- What are you talking about?

- You fool.
She loves you.

*

- [mouthing words]

- Hey!
Hey!

.

[door opens]

- He checked in
just like you were told,

but he never actually
boarded the flight,

so we pulled his bag
before takeoff.

When no one claimed it,
it came here.

- You got a lot
of misplaced luggage.

- I prefer to think of it
as "in transit."

Adrift in a gray zone
between departure and arrival.

[device beeps]
Yep, there we go.

That's your boy's bag.

Now, technically, I can't
let you examine the contents

without a warrant,
but I'm real thirsty,

so I'm gonna go get
a 15 minute drink of water.

Good for you?
- Yeah, I'll wait right here.

[soft dramatic music]

*

[grunts]

[dark music]

*

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

- Are you ready to have
an honest conversation?

- I saw you this morning.

- I've been keeping
my distance,

letting you find your own path,

but Alice says
you have questions.

- Tell me about
the boy on the flyer.

I'm staring at
a whole bag of 'em.

- Is that really
what you wanna ask about?

- Who is he?

- Tell me something.

How did you get your mother
to join us in the woods?

That was you.
Not us.

- I don't know
what you're talking about?

- Lies are pointless
and a waste of time.

[cell phone beeps]

*

- You look like whale vomit.

- I'm fine.

- Mr. Song's
looking for his girl.

- She hasn't come back?

- I thought she was
out with you.

- No.

- Well, he's screaming
bloody murder,

so Hull is screaming
bloody murder,

so I'm supposed
to scream at you.

- I think the Firm's
getting played.

- By who?
- The Belgian maybe.

I was given a geo-report.

It says the deposits
we're selling are worthless.

- And who gave you
this report?

- Read it yourself.

- This is wrong.
- What if it's not?

- Consider the source.

- There's a lie here.
- Why are you barking at me?

- We're being maneuvered
like puppets.

- Well, that's the job.
That's the world.

- A week ago, White Sand was
bidding nine figures.

Today, H. Robert gave me
that report.

The deal's a sham.

We don't even know
what we're selling.

- Rare-earth metals.
- Come on.

- I don't know
what's going on with you

or when you last slept,

but you don't get
to barge in here,

rave like a lunatic,
and piss all over the carpet,

so knock it off.

[door opens]

- Mr. Song's on the box
breathing fire.

He can't get Isla on the phone

and he's threatening
to pull his bid.

- Go check her hotel.
Find her.

Before we all drown.

[distant chatter]

[dark music]

.

[soft dramatic music]

*

[elevator bell dings]

[electronic lock beeps
and clicks]

[door opens and closes]

*

- [exhales]

[fireworks exploding faintly]

[whispering voices]

*

- I thought you could find me.

- What are you doing here?

- Spying on you, dear.

They all wanna know

just how strong your dreams are.

And my, they are strong.

- You saw her?

In the car?

She was standing in the street.

- It's only fair.

You saw me
when you were dreaming.

You chased me.

- We were awake.

- Hmm.

It's a thin line.

- Where is she?

- I'm not allowed to tell.

They have me bound.

Body and soul.

*

I'm a barnacle.

No dreams of my own,

so I cling
to the dreams of others.

My prison isn't my talent.

My talent is my prison.

- Where is she?

- Do you really wanna know
their secret?

*

[laughs]

- Where is she?

[fireworks exploding]

Where is she?

[dramatic music]

*

- [gasping, straining]

[fireworks exploding]

[indistinct shouting]

*

[distorted voice]

- Take my hand.

*

[horns honking]

[indistinct shouting]

No! No!

Hey!

No!

[fireworks exploding]

[soft dramatic music]

*

- Isla came in.

Found you passed out.

She's quite spooked.

Won't even come in the room.
She's in the hall.

- [grunts]
I, uh...

I need to talk to her.

- Sit.

Sit.

- [exhales]

What's the Belgian
really selling?

Did you even read
the geo-report?

- Helena gave it to me.

It's ink on paper.

- It's fraud.

- If it was fraud,

we never would've made
the floor price.

*

- Who's the buyer?

- Isla and Mr. Song.

Finalized the details
during your siesta.

- [scoffs]

You don't even care.

As long as there's money.

- There's a Taoist parable

about a student
who walks 800 miles

to visit the Great Master.

When he gets to
the Great Master's estate,

he finds the Master
out in the fields,

head down,
tending his crops.

The student says,

"Oh, Great Master,

"I have walked 800 miles

"to ask you one question.

[whispers] 'What is the key
to a virtuous life?'"

And the Master
just keeps his head down

and goes on tending his crops.

- I quit.

- We'll talk
after you get some sleep.

*

- I quit.

[exhales sharply]

[door opens]

[door closes,
footsteps approach]

- You bought that boy,
didn't you?

From the Belgian?

- Mr. Song bought
rare-earth metals

from the Belgian.

- You don't buy and sell people.

*

- Of course not, dear.

That would be immoral.

*

- Don't smile.
Don't do it.

- The back of my head is
the good side.

[dark music]

*

What is it?

- Do you recognize this?

- Is it...?

- It's different.

The signs, the stores.

That's the window.
- Where you saw your son.

- Should we?

- Why not.

*

*

- As kids, my sister and I
had matching bears.

We used to sew our
tooth fairy money in the back.

[metal clinks]
- Is it yours?

.

[dark music]

*

[cell phone ringing]

- If you're ready
to have a real conversation.

I'm across the street.

*

- I should arrest you.

- You could,

but I'd just ask for a lawyer,

and the conversation
that we need to have

would never occur.

Get in.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- You're the one with the gun.
What are you afraid of?

Don't you wanna heal
your mother?

*

We can help you.

But you have to get in the van.

- My mother?

How?

- She's not gone.

She's still in there.

Lost in her dreams.

Don't let her waste away,
when you can still reach her.

It's now or never.

In or out?

*

*

- [exhaling]

*

- Help me.

- How?

- Imagine Jonah.

Alone, in the dark,
inside the whale.

Knowing he had no choice.

[door opens]

*

I don't care
how warm the sunlight was

when he washed up on the beach.

That kind of pain and fear...

Gets in your bones.

Fate's a bastard,

destiny's worse,

and free will?

That's for men
higher up the food chain.

May love's light
shine down on you.

But not too brightly.

*