All language subtitles for Falling.Water.S01E09.No.Task.for.the.Timid.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H265-SiGMA

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- Previously on
"Falling Water"...

- Imagine you're the man
in the picture...flying.

- You have the rare ability

to spill your waking
into your dreaming.

- I think the Firm's
getting played.

- If it was fraud,

we never would have made
the floor price.

- Who's the buyer?
- Isla and Mr. Song.

- You bought that boy,
didn't you?

- Of course not.
That would be immoral.

- Find The Boy and save us both.

- Who is he?
- The key to everything.

- You said your mother
never talks to you.

What if you could
hear her voice?

both: It was dreams or death.

- How're you doing this?

- She's not.
You are.

- Ever since we saw him
at that window,

I feel so close.

There's an old friend of mine
who works at the Firm.

He saw me with you
this morning,

and he passed me a note.

Says I shouldn't trust you.
He wants me to meet with him.

[edgy music]

ancient voice:
Reaching through the waterfall

is not a task for the timid.

The things you touch
are as likely to harm

as to heal.

Lies that seem like truths,

truth that seems like a lie.

It's easy for the ignorant
to be brave.

On the other hand,

to straddle that line
beneath the falling water,

knowing you have
no way of knowing

whether you're the hero
or the villain...

that takes a special
kind of courage.

Rare.

In the end, none of us
write our own epitaph.

[chuckles]

Except maybe Bob Dylan.

[edgy music]

[dark music]

*

- So why is Bill
not my friend?

- [sighs] Look, I wanna
protect you, okay?

I...I care about you.

- Everyone always says
they care about me

right before
they start to lie.

What are you
not telling me?

- I did an under-the-table
gig for Bill.

Part of the same one
that you're working on.

- Exploring dreams.

- Controlling access.

Have you had a dream recently
where you were trapped in a room

and you couldn't get out?

- There was a spinning
device on the table.

- That's Bill's tech.

With it he can make
the walls of our dreams absolute

or dissolve them entirely.

His plan is to provide
a tiered user experience.

Son of a bitch
wants to take the most free

and human experience there is
and own it outright.

Bill's a monster.

*

[camera humming]

- Eat your lunch, dear.

- It's perfect.

- May I film
your handsome face?

- Mom.
- [laughs]

All right.

[sighs]

[subtle musical sting]

You can wave.

They're our friends.

- They scare me.
- [scoffs]

They admire you.

They want us to be
together

and not just in dreams.

- How?

- The boy in the flyer.

He can bring me back.

You just have to find him
and then tell them where he is.

- What will they do
to him?

- Adul, they love him.

- Yeah, but they took him
away from his mother.

- And they realize
their mistake.

They want her to come
with him this time.

- What if she says no?

- You'll convince her.

You know.

Mothers and sons
belong together.

Now, eat your sandwich.

[edgy music]

*

I need you to promise me.

You'll find The Boy.

- I promise.

- You've been so patient.

And I've missed you so much.

[dramatic music]

*

[distant traffic sounds]

[dark music]

*

[background chatter]

[mellow pop music
in background]

*

- You look suspiciously well.

- I ordered you a Negroni.
My dime.

- Well, I certainly
wasn't gonna pay for it.

- Would it help
if I apologized?

- Only if you're sorry.
- For quitting? No.

For not talking to you first.

- I'll think about it.

- How's the family?

- Good God, even I don't
want to talk about them.

What do you really want?

- I have a new client.

- Working freelance.

- My client wants to meet
Mr. Song.

I told him the Firm would be
willing to make an introduction

for a fee.

- And why does he want
to meet Mr. Song?

- A large fee.

We'll have to smooth over
your frustrated curiosity.

- What's your cut?

- Less than you think.

- It's not H. Robert?

- No.

- You hurt my feelings.

Not that I have...
feelings.

- No. Never feelings.

- Call me tomorrow.

- How was your picnic?

- Doors have locks
for a reason.

- Is it all that different
from me waiting in the hall?

- Yes.

- Your mother says
you're ready to help us.

- I'm ready
to help my mother.

- If the distinction
makes a difference...

- Yeah. It's like
you waiting in the hall.

- Time is short on this.

[book slaps softly down]

- Where will you
take The Boy?

- To a safe place.
Where he'll want for nothing.

- And Tess?

- She'll be with him.
If she chooses.

- I won't let you
hurt him.

- Lie down.

- I mean it.

- I'd die before
hurting that boy.

[edgy music]

*

Close your eyes.

Hear my voice.

Breathe...

slowly.

I'll meet you
on the other side...

in Topeka.

[intense musical buildup]

This way.

[suspenseful music]

*

[metal clanging,
hinges creaking]

*

[hinges squealing]

[clang]

[dark, suspenseful music]

- How'd you build this?

- Your mother
built it for us.

The room is designed
to see into Tess's dreams.

When she sleeps, you'll see her
through the peephole.

She and The Boy
have a close bond,

so with luck,
she'll lead you to him.

- Why can't your people
follow her to The Boy?

- They've been trying,
but our initial approach

was overly confrontational.

So now we need
a face she trusts.

When you find The Boy,
push the button.

We'll hear it.
We'll come.

We're all very grateful.

[edgy music]

*

[clang]

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[background noise]

[subtle musical sting]

[running footsteps]

[eerie music]

*

- What kind of stupid games
are you playing at?

Telling the Firm
you wanna meet Mr. Song?

- I have a client who's
interested in rare-earth metals.

- No, you don't.

This is about The Boy.

- Where is he?

- Why?

Her?

- She told me
to find him.

- I should feed you
to Mr. Song's tigers.

- If that's what
it takes.

- To feel love
that deeply...

Now, that's a dream
I'd like to share.

Are you willing to share?

Are you going to be
greedy with your love?

[dramatic chords]

*

- What are you doing?
- Defining my price.

You want The Boy.
I want your dreams.

I have no dreams
of my own, so...

I'm covetous.

*

I believe you sit there.

Luster.

[sounds echoing]

[pipe bubbling]

Now you.

It's not a dream
if you're not dreaming.

[dark, edgy music]

*

[click]

[Burton inhales,
pipe bubbling]

[intense music]

*

- [softly]
Don't fight it.

Look at me.

Tell me
what you say to me.

- I say
you almost didn't come.

- Now what do I say?

- You say
you couldn't catch a cab.

- Say it.

- [breathing hard]

You almost didn't come.

- And then?

- Tell me you're staying
at the Pierre.

- Always the Pierre.

[eerie music]

*

[intense musical buildup]

Tell me.
What do we do now?

- We fight.

- Because we love each other.

- Very much.

- And then?

- You asked me about the pub.

- [small laugh]

Blond wood, brass fixtures.

- You were wearing
a green skirt.

- You were on your
second pint.

- You asked me
my favorite book.

- I wrote my number
on your business card.

- [exhales]

Take me to Mr. Song.

- I swore I wasn't
going to kiss you.

- Please.

- You have to
make me feel it.

- [breathing hard]

I have to find The Boy.

- The Boy's
not with Mr. Song.

He never was.

- I don't understand.
- Mr. Song was a front

for another buyer.
- Then who has The Boy?

- I swore I wasn't
going to kiss you.

[tense music]

- [whispers]
Then you did.

[intense musical buildup]

*

[phone rings]

[ringing]

[ringing]

- The name of the buyer
is Bill Boerg.

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[somber music]

*

- You're not supposed
to be here now.

- I'm looking for Bill.

- You're going to upset
the purity of the data.

- Wouldn't want to upset
the data.

- Mr. Boerg's on his way
to the airport.

- Well, when he checks in,
tell him I know who has my son.

- Is that so?

- I'm pretty damn sure
I am.

Enjoy your data.

[suspenseful music]

*

[dripping sound]

[dripping]

[eerie music]

[distant clanking]

*

[tinny old-fashioned
music playing]

*

[tinny music grows louder]

[clanking continues]

*

[rapid clicking]

[hammering]

[tinny music continues]

*

[clanking, power-up thrum]

[sounds become muffled]

[distant]
*

[power-down thrum]

[tinny music continues
normally]

*

[edgy music]

*

[clank, squeak]

[edgy music continues]

*

[door clangs shut]

[suspenseful music]

*

[clattering]

[static thrumming]

[static thrumming
continues]

[thrumming gets closer]

[baby's cry echoes]

[echoing]

[suspenseful music]

*

[baby's cry echoing]

*

[baby crying insistently]

[loud cry]

[clank]
[cries stop]

- No!

[echoing]

No!
[echoing]

Where are you?

Where are you?!

[eerie, dark music]

*

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- She was calling out to him.

- That means
The Boy was close.

- She saw me standing there.

- And?

- Stop putting all that away.

- Just trying
to be helpful.

- Yeah.
Maybe I like the mess.

- I wasn't born into this
either.

I had to find my way.

Letting some charlatan dunk you
in the river, that's easy.

Commitment is hard.

- I don't wanna lie to her.

- So, tell her as much
of the truth as you can.

- Yeah, and the rest
is lying.

- You don't have to
do anything.

I can let you off
the hook.

But then you will be
on your own.

Does she still
trust you?

Don't you think
you should find out?

- [exhales]
So...

Dazzle me.

- I have dreams
that tell me things.

A-and not like it sounds.

It was always just hunches.

But lately,
it's changed like...

like my dreams are almost
part of my waking life.

- Try a therapist.

- Yeah, I need to talk
to your sister.

I need you to call her.
- Right.

So is there any part of this
that has to do with me,

or is it just people
around me?

- Your sister's not crazy.

I see her in my dreams.

I've met her son.

- [whispers]
Why?

Why are you doing this?

- I've seen you too.

The night before I ran
into you at the market,

you were in a hotel room.

I was watching you
through the glass.

You asked
if I could see you.

[whispers]
I saw you.

I think you were in my dream
and I was in yours.

I think you knew we'd work

because we'd already
found each other...

in our dreams.

[somber music]

*

- Is it really
that painful?

She'll never know.

It's not like
you were unfaithful.

In a literal,
biblical sense.

We're all exploiting
each other.

Or am I wrong,

and you're the one
honest man in the world?

- Please...

stop talking.

- What is he doing here?

- He's here
to see you.

- You said Mr. Song
had new business.

- I lied.

- How much did Bill Boerg
pay you

to scuttle the deal
with White Sand?

[tense music]

- I don't think I need
to be here any longer.

*

- H. Robert and White Sand
wanted The Boy.

For you to go against
H. Robert,

Bill Boerg must have
offered quite a lot.

I don't care
which side you're on...

or why you did it.

- Look...

I was only
the delivery man.

I brought The Boy
from here to there.

After that,
it was out of my hands.

- Take me to The Boy...

or I'll tell H. Robert
you double-crossed him.

- Why did you
even let him in?

- Because
I'm a masochist.

He says you have a son.

- You don't believe that.
- He said other things too.

He asked me to call you.

- What kind of things?

- Nothing that I can bring
myself to believe, but...

enough to call.

[whispers]
Just go talk to him.

- I saw you last night.

- And I saw you.

- So I guess...we both
remember our dreams.

- Were you following me?

- I was looking
for your son.

[somber music]

My mother...has been
catatonic for seven years.

She doesn't speak.

But one night,
in a dream,

she told me...your boy
has the power to wake her up.

She said he's a very
special boy.

- Why did you need to talk
to Bill Boerg that day?

- He was linked to a case.

A man who'd been part of
some experiment turned up dead.

And in his luggage,

I found a stack
of those blue flyers.

- Was his name Andy?

- You knew him?

- I was part of
the same experiment.

How did he die?

- Fell off a roof.

I think...we were very close
to finding your son.

I think if we can find
each other again,

I can get us
to that courtyard.

- What do we tell my sister?

- The truth.

- Sabine.

.

[somber music]

*

- I can't believe you let
that succubus twist you around.

You know if you're not
careful,

you lose your soul
to people like her.

- As opposed to you,

who has nothing but
kindness in his heart?

- So I like to have
a good time.

Life's a swamp.

All these grand people
and their plans--

Bill Boerg, H. Robert.

You know, one day all of their
houses will burn to the ground.

- With you
lighting the match.

- Do I look suicidal?

- What did you say to Jones
the night he killed himself?

I saw you.

You called him
into the conference room.

Nothing much.
This and that.

- This and that made him go home
and put a gun in his mouth?

- You really wanna know?

Because if you really
wanna know...

Peas-and-carrots,
peas-and-carrots,

peas-and-carrots,
peas-and-carrots.

Rutabaga-rutabaga-rutabaga.

[chuckles]

[inhales, exhales]

[soft music]

*

[suspenseful music]

*

[knocks echo]

Taka?

Taka, you there?

[clank, squeak]

- You found me quick.

- I've had some practice.

- Come on, this way.

[tense music]

*

- You know if you're
any kind of smart,

you'd bail on this nonsense,
catch a flight to Cancun.

- So which apartment is it?
- You wanna guess?

- I don't have to guess.
I have you.

- Where is he?
- This is where I brought him.

Look, there is more at stake
here than just you, okay?

There are actual innocent
people involved.

The Boy has a mother.

- He's not here.

- They must have moved him.

- Where would they
move him?

- Cancun?

[light suspenseful music]

*

- Topeka?

*

Like an ant...

on the rim of a glass.

- You know,
when you finally understand

what the hell you're doing,
you are gonna terrify people.

- Get in the icebox.

[tense music]

*

.

[dark music]

- I can't hear him.

- Had you heard him
here before?

- Yeah, but then
it dropped out.

Why can't I hear him?

[dark music]

*

- I think I found something.

- He's on 8.

What's that?

[clatter, clank]

[static thrumming]

Uhh!

- Run!

Aah!

[static thrumming]

[sounds muffled]

[muffled]
- Uhh!

[muffled grunting]

[power-down thrum]

- Mom!

[mysterious music]

*

- Put The Boy down.

[suspenseful music]

*

[Tess continues
pounding on door]

- You ready to fly?

Let's fly.

[somber music]

*

ancient voice: The true hero
can't know that they did right.

Only that they did.

So beware those convinced
of their own rectitude.

It's only with the distance
of generations

that we can know
the truly righteous.

And, really...

who's got time
for that bullshit?

[dramatic musical flourish]