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Previously on "Falling Water"...

It was a gift from the ambassador.

I've seen the boy in the flyers

at the Belgian consulate.

Aeskyton?

This is where she went, isn't it?

You don't want to go there.

Something happened to me there.

It was the start of everything
that's happened since.

I know this is scary,

but together we can find your son.

- They were betrayed.
- By who?

Fat men who eat too much ice cream.

Your mother's catatonia's unchanged.

Wake up!

- Who is he?
- He's the Belgian ambassador

to the UN.

He was my silent partner.

Our Belgian client has concerns.

He's always concerned.

Yeah, he's congenitally paranoid.

Forge.

A furnace in which
wrought iron is produced

by heating and hammering.

Press on, Seekers.

Continue to explore.

Forge. Verb, transitive:

To make or imitate falsely
with the intent to defraud.

Guides, don't overmanage.

Be firm, yet gentle.
Give them your trust.

Let them feel their way.

Forge. Verb, transitive:

To form or bring into being
by the expenditure of effort.

I apologize for the disarray.

With the new ambassador coming in,

we're all shifting offices.

If it isn't rude, what happened
to the old ambassador?

He passed away.

Have you seen this boy?

Where did you get this?

It's her son. He's missing,

and a friend of ours said he thought he

may have seen him here.

How old is your son?

He's seven.

This is going to sound strange.

We're good with strange.

I used to have a drawing
of this same boy.

But it was 30 years old. The
ambassador got it for me.

I found out recently it was on
the back of a record album.

Can I see the drawing?

I don't have it.

We had it in a reception after
the ambassador's funeral.

One of his business partners
stole it off my wall.

A boring, paranoid man,

but all to happy to help
himself to my property.

You know, we'd really
love to see this drawing.

You wouldn't have the business
partner's contact information?

He has an office in midtown.

If you see my drawing there, steal it.

Those'll kill ya.

You know, I had enough of the
games and the non-answers

from you and Ann-Marie.

So now we're gonna make things official.

This is my shield. I'm a policeman,

and we're going to the
precinct to have a chat.

Get up. Let's go.

Hey! I only have a five-minute break.

Well, then, you better answer
my questions really quickly.

When I saw you kill that guy...

I watched you pull a bag over his head.

It was a dream, and he deserved it.

Why?

He was one of us.

And then he wasn't.

And because of it, Trey
and the others are dead.

Are you telling me the
Belgian ambassador

wore green sneakers?

I didn't know that it was gonna, like...

Like, stay with me...

like it has.

I thought I'd feel better.

It's death.

No one feels better.

You must be my next one-on-one session.

I believe you're right.

Well, then, shall we?

I've never done this before.

I have these... dreams.

They stay with me.

And is that why you're here?

If I'm honest?

Rather a waste if you're not.

There's a woman.

I lost her somehow.

One moment she was in my arms,

the next she vanished completely.

Like a bad dream.

And where is she now?

I don't know.

Did she come here?

Yes.

Was that her in the picture
you were looking at?

Did you know her?

I remember everyone.

Mind like a Venus flytrap.

But it's your journey I'm interested in.

Her journey is my journey.

Following in her footsteps?

I was hoping to find my way back to her.

Well, you can't do that until
you understand why she left.

How did you meet?

We met in a bar.

It was a Tuesday.

We went back to her place and
didn't leave for a week.

I was working in London, so
we'd have these bursts of time,

then gaps.

What did she do while she was here?

Well, I could answer that,
but I think we better

get back to why you stopped
seeing each other.

Did you have sessions
like this with her?

Yes, but the details of those sessions

aren't for me to share.

How did you feel when she vanished?

Like a boat on a dark ocean.

And what about before that,
when you were on your break?

Were you seeing other people?

- No.
- Did she?

No.

You sure?

What do you mean?

What if you were having a dream,

and in that dream she was
married to another man?

I'd know it was a dream.

What if it was actually true?

That she had a husband?

She didn't. I'd know.

Are you sure?

What are you trying to say?

You only saw each other in short bursts.

I'd know.

There.

That fear in your voice.

The fear that behind our masks,

none of us are who we seem.

That's primal for you.

Hey, I was gonna call you.

What do you think you're doing?

Alice's boss saw you and
called her parents.

Yeah, I had to ask her some questions.

She's my patient, and a minor.

You had to know I'd find out.

So which is it, did you not
think or did you not care?

I care.

There are connections.

My case, the people in Alice's cult.

They say they can heal my mother.

Your mother.

Your medically catatonic
mother whose condition

has gone unchanged for seven years.

They told me there was hope.

And that's why you were
interested in Alice.

That's why you were interested in me.

No. You were separate.

Don't touch me.

I never meant to to lie to you.

I don't give a damn what you meant.

I haven't let myself get this fooled

in a long time.

You're not a fool.

I love you.

Go to hell.

Why do you think that
man killed himself?

Could be any one of a million reasons.

But mostly those reasons boil
down to fear and despair.

At least they do in my
personal experience.

Who was it?

It was me.

I didn't do a very good
job, obviously, but...

I know what it's like to feel lonely

and out of your mind.

Actually, this is the
least out of my mind

I've felt in a very long time.

Which is why I'm
probably out of my mind,

but I feel so close.

Ever since we saw him at
that window, it's like...

I'm gonna find him
around the next corner.

Only when I get around
the corner, he's...

hidden, somehow.

Hidden or hiding?

The Belgian can't be the end.

He was business partners
with the ambassador.

What was their business?

If only there was some sort of

pocket computer that
we could use to answer

these sorts of questions.

Rare-earth metals.

Seems they recently

sold a large chunk of their
holdings to a Malaysian company.

I know the firm
that brokered the deal.

I did a stock offering with them.

Look at this.

This is the shrine I found

at that abandoned house. Here, look.

"Rare-earth metals."

That's a pretty thin
straw you're grasping.

Call your people at the firm.

See if they can meet us tomorrow.

I have to fly to Nagasaki tomorrow.

I will cancel. For you.

No.

No. You have a hunch.

Let's follow it through.

I will get them to see us first thing,

and you can stay here tonight,
and then I will fly out

right after.

Where would I sleep?

You can sleep here.

Here.

I own the apartment downstairs.

I haven't had a chance to
punch through the ceiling,

but you will sleep here, and
I will stay down there.

Cheers.

Glass of wine?

- No.
- Might help.

The only thing that will help

is answers.

There are all kinds of answers.

But I suspect you want the sort
wrapped up in tidy little boxes.

I just want the truth.

About your lover?

You said she came here.

She was lovely.

Although she did arrive thinking

she was going to write
an expose about us all.

Where is she now?

I don't know.

What did you do to her?

Do you really want to
follow in her footsteps?

I'd walk through fire for her.

Well, then,

I think you'd better come with me.

What's inside?

A small, empty room.

And what happens when I go in there?

You fill it.

Is that where she went?

If you want to find her,

you need to make a leap of faith.

I don't trust you.

You probably shouldn't.

But we all have people we love

and we do what we can for them.

Hi. It's Sabine.

Leave a message.

Hey.

I've been calling and...

you've not been answering, so I...

figured I'd leave another message.

I just...

I wanna explain...

I screwed up.

And that's on me, but...

and...

I know I should've thought of you more.

I do.

All the time.

You're under my skin.

Just... just call me.

You know, even if it's to

hang up in my face.

Aah! Aah!

I'm here!

I'm here!

Hold my hand?

Would you come with me, sir?

What's going on?

It's quite urgent.

There's a problem with the plane.

Look up.

I should be on that plane.

You belong here.

Keep your eyes on the plane.

What's happening?

It's crashing.

You can't just let this happen.

There are people on board.

We're helpless.

No!

Are you finally ready?

You've been moving me in circles.

You've been moving yourself.

We've been standing still
with our arms open.

It's my own fault.

You hold out the carrot
of all these answers,

but it's bullshit.

My mother's the way she is.

If you really believe that,

you wouldn't have called.

I called because you're under arrest.

This won't get you what you want.

You can't give me what I want.

You never could.

- Bill, how are you?
- Hey, bud.

I apologize for sticking you in here.

We're expanding our footprint
and the place is chaos.

- No.
- Have we met?

This is Tess. She works with me.

Well, how can The Firm help you?

Because you know we
would love to help you.

Rare-earth metals.

You recently brokered a deal

for several hundred million
dollars worth of mineral rights?

We did.

Well, my company is looking
to vertically integrate,

and can't make cell phones
without rare-earth metals.

That's an interesting proposition.

I think that we'd be happy to

build you some options contracts.

I'm not interested in paper.
I was hoping

you could introduce me to
your, Malaysian buyer.

If you'll excuse me. Bathroom.

Definitely think we could do that.

Miss?

Miss, are you Tess?

Yeah.

This is for you.

Thank you.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

I don't need an attorney.

- I still have to finish.
- I know my rights.

Then sign here.

You have no evidence to charge me with.

I have an explosion

and 12 dead bodies.

And nothing to link me to either.

You convinced Alice to murder
the Belgian ambassador.

The ambassador died in
Montreal of a drug overdose.

I was there. I saw her do it.

You were asleep in a car parked
by the side of the road.

Alice at least has the decency

to be haunted.

You don't give a damn.

I think the purity of my cause puts me

on the right side of the ledger.

You know the problem with that?

Even if you're right,

you open the door so every
asshole who comes along

can claim the same exact thing.

You're talking about the law.

I'm talking about the human spirit.

Your wound is so deep.

We can help you heal.

You have so much power,

but no purpose.

You feel deeply,

but have nothing to love.

That's not true.

Then why are you so alone?

You turned the girl into a killer.

If that's not on the wrong
side of the ledger,

your ledger is not worth
the paper it's written on.

You're free to go.

But don't get too comfortable.

Your mother will be disappointed.

Yeah, if you don't mind,

I'll let my mother speak for herself.

You don't belong here.

How do you know where I belong?

This place is just dream.

A private stage where you act out

the illusion of love with a woman

you don't even know.

She's not an illusion.

Look around.

In all these piles, can
you tell me the name

of one book?

Why are you doing this?

Because the truth is
cold like the universe.

I love her.

You love her.

You.

You. You.

I love her.

Then what's her middle name?

I don't know.

Has she ever broken a bone?

- I don't know.
- Look at her vanity.

Can you name one brand of perfume?

Lotion? Lipstick?

I know who she is.

You don't have a clue who she is.

You cling to the idea of
love when it's an invention,

an irrational, narcissistic trick

you've played on your own mind.

Stop.

That's her as she is now.

It breathes, it eats,

but it's barely human.

What did you do to her?

She requested her fate.

Just like you.

What did you do?

Do you really want me to show you?

Please.

What did you do?

They're coming.

"Turning and turning
in the widening gyre.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer."

"Things fall apart;

"The centre cannot hold;

"Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed..."

Now do you see?

It's all pointless,

all your thrashing about.

The world is entropy.

There is no fate, no destiny.

She's not your soul mate.

There's no such thing.

You're two bodies that collided

by accident

in a bar.

Your happenstance.

You're nothing.

There's no glory in suffering.

Let go of her

and be free.

No.

Find The Boy,

The Boy, and save us both.

Shouldn't you be at home?

You said your mother never talks to you.

What if she could?

You need to get away from those people.

Talk to your doctor.

She's a good doctor.

What if you could hear her voice?

Like I've heard it.

Ann-Marie put you up to this?

No.

Your mother did.

Enough. Leave me alone.

I didn't have to come here.

I'm trying to make things better.

Don't you even want to
know what she has to say?

I always like a last meal
just before I travel.

If you wanted to come with me,

we could hop over to Malaysia,

visit Mr. Song?

Thanks, but no.

Here.

It's something to distract you.

It's a prototype, the new five-gen.

It's narrower, faster, and...

look, on the back,

I put an imperfection.

When you hold the phone, your
finger goes right to that spot,

makes it feel more personal.

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.

It says I shouldn't trust you.

Who is he?

Someone I grew up with.

Did he say why you shouldn't trust me?

No.

Do you believe him?

Would I have told you if I did?

What does he want?

He wants me to meet with him.

Well, I'll go with you.

And then together we can
find out what he knows.

He'll say more if I go alone.

I want to be there.

Tess...

I care about you.

Profoundly.

I know.

Take the phone.

It has a tracking function.

If you call me just before you meet him,

I can listen in.

Okay.

You promise?

How's it feel? Not too perfect?

It's beautiful.

You should sit.

I'll stand.

Whatever happens, I'll be fine.

She won't hurt me.

Your mother's a very powerful dreamer.

As her manic depression
grew, she retreated further

and further into dreams, until...

I eventually stayed there.

I was losing my mind.

What are you doing?

I was a wife and a mother,
but never fully myself.

Stop it.

It was dreams or death.

And in my dreams, I was free of

contradictions

and confinements

and obligations.

It wasn't even a choice.

I would have hurt myself.

I would have hurt you.

You would have spent your entire life

taking care of me.

You wouldn't have had a life.

Stop.

I left you

because I wanted to spare you.

I left you

because I love you.

How are you doing this?

She's not.

You are.

You are finally strong enough

to make it happen.

And I have been waiting for you

for so very long.

Here you go. Thanks.

Forge.

To refine or create something new.

Something stronger.

Like iron.

Or love.

I forge.

You forge.

They forge.

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