Falling Water

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?

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.

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.

Except maybe Bob Dylan.

So why is Bill not my friend?

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.

Eat your lunch, dear.

It's perfect.

May I film your handsome face?

Mom.

All right.

You can wave.

They're our friends.

They scare me.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Close your eyes.

Hear my voice.

Breathe...

Slowly.

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

In Topeka.

This way.

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.

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?

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.

Now you.

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

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.

You almost didn't come.

And then?

Tell me you're staying at the Pierre.

Always the Pierre.

Tell me. What do we do now?

We fight.

Because we love each other.

Very much.

And then?

You asked me about the pub.

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.

Take me to Mr. song.

I swore I wasn't going to kiss you.

Please.