لومړۍ 200 کرښې.
Previously on Falling Water...
- You promised me answers. - I promised to help you reach your mother.
You don't know anything about my mother.
Wake up!
I had a good time the other night.
The octopus was great.
I just want to know about my son.
Where is he? What's his name?
What the hell is this?
That's a picture of my son.
Tell me about the boy in the flyer.
I'm staring at a whole bag of them.
- What do you dream about? - Woody.
We have this passionate love affair.
I think Woody's invading your dreams.
I know you think you're in control of things,
but you're not.
The people holding her are the ones with the green sneakers.
They want to unleash the same kind of anarchy on humanity
that your dreams unleashed on you.
Hobbes, Locke, Rousseau:
Three white men trying to explain
what holds civilization together.
Is it the social contract?
The enlightened mind?
Or mutually assured destruction?
Personally, I keep hoping for a fourth option.
Something full of magic.
Dreams have always been at the center of our lives.
Right now, upstate, there's a cult that believes
that we can enter each other's minds through our dreams.
Part of me wants to join just for the experience.
Sounds like your next piece for "The New Yorker."
Well, hopefully it sounds like a book.
I have a proposal on submission at Scribner.
Can I read it?
It's just a sample chapter and an outline.
My plan is to get more information on the cult,
make that the centerpiece.
Well, when you're ready for readers,
I'd love to see it.
I need to talk to you.
I think Nicholas knows.
About Woody.
About your dreams?
About the affair. It...
He has the housekeeper following me like she's a spy,
like... like she'll get a bonus if she catches me at something.
Elizabeth, look at me.
Hey. Look at me.
Are you awake?
- Yes. - And your affair...
it's only in your dreams?
I don't know.
It's so confusing. I...
Nicholas is gonna kill me.
Mr. Hull's not the type.
Oh, yes, he is. Trust me.
You haven't done anything wrong.
I screwed another man.
- In your dreams. - It's the same thing.
You know it's the same thing.
I know how you feel.
But you have the power to make yourself right.
It's a beautiful day.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
Thank you.
How is that breakfast?
Still better than the goat milk Wheatina they served at Aeskyton.
We're lucky we didn't all starve.
I've been thinking about it a lot.
All the people who came and went.
Yeah, it was never lonely.
Are you doing okay?
It's just you calling me out of the blue after...
Seven years?
6 1/2.
Okay, 6 1/2.
I was thinking about when you...
when you came to visit me
at St. John B.
I was still in bad shape.
And you said it wasn't my fault.
I-I remember.
You're the only one from Aeskyton who visited.
There's something about that place.
You know.
You left. You became a... banker.
And you ran away to Greece.
That was different.
Something happened to me there.
It was the start of everything that's happened since.
Things happen to all of us.
What's important is that we grow past it
and we move on.
- Turn around. - Not yet.
You don't always get to be the one in control.
When I was a girl, I'd follow my mother around
as she picked the dead flowers out of the garden.
My mother thought flowers were sentimental.
Let's buy a whole big bunch.
Here. Grab these.
- These are nice. - Those are valueless.
Good?
Thought I lost you for a sec.
I got to go. I just...
I'll be in touch.
Hey!
Something for your lady?
Not today.
I've got gifts.
This is cool.
There it is.
Hey.
How worried do I need to be?
This your idea of street art?
You gonna post these up everywhere,
become the next Basquiat?
Where'd you get this?
I know the drawings that you used to make at the hospital.
- Where? - Let's go inside.
I'm not the one posting these flyers.
Unlock the door.
Someone else is doing this.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Someone stole one of my drawings.
Do I need to call Dr. Caligari?
No.
Do you need to be back on the meds?
Will you listen to me?
Go ahead.
I'm listening.
- I have a son. - No.
I have a son.
You're gonna put yourself back in the hospital.
- I'm not manic. - This is manic.
Do you know what? Get out.
Leave me alone! Get out!
I love you.
And you make it really goddamn hard to love you.
Sabine?
Where'd you get this?
Astoria Park.
Enjoy.
"Mere anarchy."
AN ETERNAL CULT NON-FICTION
Hey!
I'm looking for a Luster fiend.
Tall. Bandana and a baseball cap.
- Did you pay the bill? - I paid the bill.
Turn on the radio, see if the power's out in Manhattan.
These guys have areas. I bet money he's been in here.
What radio? There's no electricity.
The small one on the shelf with the batteries.
Hey. Have you seen my guy?
Bandana and a baseball cap.
Davey. Hangs out with a bunch of girls.
They shoplift cookies.
- Free ice cream? - 30 minutes.
If the power's still out, you're first in line.
Yeah, why don't you give away the whole store?
- It's gonna melt. - That's $8.
Take it out of the 20.
Can I borrow a couple of your lights?
They are part of my studio.
I'll buy them from you.
And a gift for you girlfriend?
how much for a necklace?
- 40. - 30.
And ten for the lights.
You need a receipt?
Are there returns?
And we are following major breaking news out of New York...
that is now making national news.
A lightning strike upstate caused a cascade power failure...
Stuck in the subway systems...
Citywide power outage in all five boroughs...
Most of the areas have been temporarily...
Officials say it will be at least late tonight,
possibly tomorrow before power is restored to the grid.
Hey, free popsicles! How do you like that, huh?
You already got some. Here.
Oh, man!
No? What? What?
It's crazy out here.
BURNED OVER A HISTORY OF CULT RELIGION
CULT PROPHECIES BY LAUREN KESTER
JIM JONES, CHARLES MANSON AND THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
RENEW, RESTORE, REJUVINATE AESKYTON SPIRITUAL RETREAT
Shit.
Help! They're robbing me!
Let go of the bag, man!
It's my money!
Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Enough. Enough.
Hey!
Let me help you.
Yo, what you doing?
Come on, baby.
Buddy, come on! Let's keep it moving!
Hey!
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