Falling Water

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

What's up, Rory?

They speak Icelandic in Iceland.

No, never been.

On my way.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This is Burton.

I thought we might have a chat.

About Topeka.

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.

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?