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Previously on "Falling Water"...

I killed my wife, but God help me, I don't know why.

If you think you can discover the truth

by entering into someone's dreams...

Then I think you have to.

James, did you draw that?

Shadowman, he's very angry

and wants to do bad things.

- To you? - To everyone.

- So where'd you grow up? - New York.

Needed to get as far away

- as fast as possible. - Kismet then.

If that hadn't happened then you never would have come here,

and I never would have me you.

- What the hell's going on? - Search warrant.

And a warrant for your arrest, Mr. Hull.

Heard about all the ruckus at The Firm.

In the meantime, I'd like to offer you a job.

It's political. Straight up your alley.

So you grew up around here,

- I'm guessing? - No.

Life in a witness relocation program of your own making

isn't always as romantic as I thought it would be.

- I didn't invent you. - Of course not.

Are you dreaming too? Are we dreaming together?

I love you.

It's still raining.

What is this drive you found?

- Did you crack it? - Of course.

But I found something you need to look at immediately.

Hello, Burton.

We have a lot to talk about.

I used to think a lot about

how it would be if we finally met.

In the physical world, I mean.

- Really? How? - Oh, you know.

Sipping mojitos on the beach in the Caribbean.

Horseback riding in Morocco.

Not this.

- And yet, here we are. - Here we are.

And I don't even know your name.

- Does it matter? - It would be nice.

After all we've supposedly been through.

Olivia.

Olivia Watson.

Burton Mann.

But you already know that.

In fact, it seems you know quite a bit about me.

Quite a bit, yes.

And yet, I know nothing about you.

What would you like to know?

Well...

I suppose the big question would be why?

Money.

- I see. - And it was fun.

A challenge.

To see if I could really do it.

Mind if I ask who you're employed by?

I think it's time for you to leave now.

Or what?

You'll shoot me?

I don't want to, but yes, I will.

And I don't know who I was working for.

Hull, Bedford?

- The Firm? - Never heard of it.

Forgive me if I don't believe you.

It doesn't matter if you do or if you don't.

What I need you to do now is go back from where you came

- and forget about me. - No.

I'm begging you. Leave!

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Someone's been here, all right.

- What are you doing? - Calling the sheriff.

No, don't.

If someone's been here, the sheriff needs to know.

Please, don't. I can't...

I can't let anyone know we're here.

What's going on?

It's James's father.

We left New York to get away from him.

He can't know where we are.

Okay.

I'm sorry to drag you here

in the middle of the night.

I didn't mind.

Can I ask for one more favor?

- Of course. - Do you mind staying here?

Tonight?

I mean, on the couch.

I can do that. Sure.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I'm sorry.

No, I get it. It's... it's fine.

Can you get DNA from that?

It's worth a try.

Try.

How'd you know that was there?

Something kept bothering me about the layout of the house.

And I realized it was the pitch of the roof.

There had to be an attic.

And you thought,

why not share the fun with your partner?

The vent leads to the roof.

Someone could have come through it from outside.

And whoever set up camp here drilled that hole

to spy on the bedroom below.

You want to know who did it?

The victim's husband.

He spied on his wife inside his own house, why?

Who knows why guys who slice and dice their wives do shit?

Somebody else was here the night of the murder.

Is everything okay with you and Sabine?

Yeah. Why?

Me, when I go home? I turn off the day.

Me and Christy, we order some pizza,

watch some television, maybe do a little something-something,

and then I go to sleep.

What I'm not doing is driving out to a crime scene

in the middle of the night, waking up my partner

to see nothing.

Everything's fine with Sabine.

Oh, well, I'm glad to hear it.

Okay, maybe it seems a little crazy,

my thinking someone else was here.

- It does. - But

shouldn't we investigate it?

Isn't that what we do?

Okay, Sherlock.

Let's see what the DNA brings us.

Five-on odds says it's Morrison himself spying on his wife,

but hey, who knows, right?

In the meantime, I'm gonna go home and get some sleep

before our actual shift starts,

and I suggest you do the same.

Drink that. It'll help.

Sorry about this, knocking you out.

Reflexes kicked in.

Military training.

But then you know all about that, don't you?

What are you going to do with me?

A lot depends on your answers in the next few minutes.

I already told you I don't know who hired me.

I got instructions in a P.O. box,

and if I did what I was told, I got money.

Cash in an envelope. That's it.

That's all I know. Satisfied?

Did it ever occur to you why

you were being ordered to distract me?

I didn't think to ask.

To be honest, I didn't care.

Hull, Bedford was a conduit

for the trafficking of human beings.

Special human beings. Dreamers.

People like you and me, only more powerful.

They were being sold at auction to the highest bidder.

It wouldn't do to have me, their fixer,

aware of such activities.

They knew well enough I wouldn't stand for it,

given my background.

Enter my dream lover, all dressed in red.

- Burton... - Get some sleep.

We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

I'll be outside this door in case

you have any thoughts of leaving.

I don't understand.

You will.

- Hey. - Hey, sorry to wake you.

Thought I'd check in.

Glad you did.

You okay? You sound, uh...

I just had another weird nightmare.

- About what? - I can't really remember.

- You on your way home? - No, not yet.

Just passing the hospital. Thought I'd stop in to see Mom.

At 2:30 in the morning?

Got a parking spot right in front of the entrance.

And, uh... you know.

Hey, I didn't have to wait for an elevator.

You're insane.

Well, I guess I'll see you when I see you.

Hey.

- Still here? - I just wanted you to know

- I love you. - Okay.

And I know I've been a little preoccupied.

No more than usual.

Kidding. I understand how important your work is to you.

Hey, I was thinking, um, you know,

maybe we'd get away for a long weekend.

I got some vacation time coming up.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Great.

Okay, well, if you don't mind, I'm going to

spend some quality time with my pillow.

I'll see you when you get home.

Okay, bye.

What is this, Mom?

Why are we here?

Find him, Taka.

Find him before he kills us all.

- No. - This may be our last chance.

Who knows what will happen tomorrow?

Rise and shine.

Steel cut oats with honey.

Eat up. You're gonna need the energy.

Why?

A friend of mine found some interesting evidence.

I'm hoping you could shed some light on it.

I already told you I don't know anything.

Why won't you believe me?

Is there some reason I should?

- What about last night? - What about it?

You can't tell me you didn't feel what I felt.

I don't know what you actually felt.

I do know what I felt.

But it was just a dream, which is to say a lie,

which is to say inconsequential.

Sounds to me like a man trying to convince himself

of something he doesn't really believe.

Maybe you're right, but I'm not gonna let

that get in my way, not anymore.

Now eat.

The bathroom's through there if you'd like to take a shower.

We leave in a half hour.

Good morning.

We made you breakfast.

Eggs, toast, fruit.

Your favorite.

And coffee.

- Jeremy helped. - A little.

Well, thanks, guys. That's so sweet.

But I can come join you

downstairs and we can eat together.

Well, we kind of let you sleep in a little bit.

- It's almost 8:00. - 8:00?

Oh, shoot. We got to get you to school.

No, no, it's okay. I can take him there.

You relax. Enjoy your breakfast.

Come on, scout. Let's let your mom eat.

Hey.

Thanks.

Not even close to a problem.

Taka?

I've been worried sick.

You never came home. I tried calling.

- You didn't picked up. - My phone died.

And sign this as well, please.

What's going on?

I'm taking my mother out of here.

Okay. Why?

I'm bringing her home.

Wait. What?

- Are you serious? - I am, come here.

That doesn't make any sense.

Look, I have to dream with her.

- You promised you wouldn't. - No, I said

you wouldn't lose me in the dream world, and you won't.

You have no idea what could happen.

Please, I... I don't want you to end up in a coma.

- You can't... - I've already done it.

I dreamt with my mother last night.

Okay? Something is happening.

In the dream world.

And I think it may be connected

to this case I'm working on.

Your mother told you this?

In a way, yeah.

She showed me in our dream.

And you took her seriously?

This woman who, by your own admission,

has been manipulating and abusing you

since you were a child.

Suddenly now, because of a dream,

you're going to trust her?

Look, it's a chance I have to take.

Right, yeah, because she's been such a good mother.

Even when she's a goddamn vegetable lying in bed,

she's trying to find ways to hurt you.

This isn't about my mother.

It is!

She just can't handle the fact that her little boy

- finally has a life... - Okay, shut up!

I should have consulted you, I know.

But the bottom line is this:

I am bringing her home.

With or without your support.

I see.

Thank you for being so considerate of my feelings.

Sabine.

When you first elected me to serve as your mayor,

my opponents claimed we couldn't afford

to rebuild our crumbling infrastructure.

Well, here we stand four years later.

And, thanks to our revitalized

bridges, roads, and rail systems,

New York's economy is surging to new heights.

Yes!

But I still need your help.

As you know, my opponent, Phil Whittaker...

Has been gaining in the polls.

Are we going to let him beat us?

- No. - Hell no.

Then please, open your checkbooks

and help me win a second term.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Madam Mayor. Woody Hammond.

I just want to thank you for everything that you've done

for this city, and your speech tonight was incandescent.

Incandescent.

I've been called many things but never that.

I didn't mean to sound like a gushing fanboy.

No, gush away.

I could use it after a steady diet of Whittaker's attack ads.

Yeah, but that jerk would send this city

back to the dark ages.

That's why I would like to offer you my support.

That's very generous of you, Mr. Hammond.

There will be plenty more.

I have a lot of friends who are eager

to endorse your vision for the future.

Well...

Thank you.

Enjoy your evening.

What makes you think it's over?

It got pretty ugly.

Is this your first serious fight?

We rarely even raise voices at each other.

Okay, so that's a good thing.

It's not a real relationship until you rip each other apart

and find a way to put it back together again.

I don't think she wants to put it back together.

I mean, she hasn't even called.

Stop waiting for her to call.

Get on the phone and tell her you want to work it out.

Smart guy like you can't figure this out?

You're right.

I know.

These are bids.

Prices.

For the people in these pictures?

They were buying and selling children?

All of them Dreamers.

You must have suspected something like this.

Honestly, no. I didn't.

These should help the FBI connect the dots.

I should have asked you for more money.

You said you found some more surveillance photos?

Yes. But not of you.

Do you know him?

No.

Do you want a second try to answer?

Because that's you. Who is he?

His name is Dr. Leon Ralston.

What were you doing with him?

Another assignment.

I see.

It wasn't like us. There was no...

personal connection.

I was just supposed to keep tabs on him.

- It was... - Just a job.

Yes.

Well, if they think

he's worth watching, then he's worth talking to.

He's not going to tell you anything.

I'm sure you can change his mind.

Hey, Vi. How's your day going?

Slow.

I know the feeling.

Thought lunch time would never get here.

So, you work around here?

- I work from home. - What do you do exactly?

I'm a writer.

- What do you write? - Right now

I'm working on a horror novel,

kind of a homage to Stephen King.

Who's the publisher?

I don't exactly have one yet.

It's my first novel.

I'm just gonna write a few chapters, then...

So, how do you support yourself?

I slipped and fell on a wet floor

of a supermarket several months ago.

My lawyer won me a great settlement.

- So I quit my job and then I... - What job was that?

I was the manager at a fitness center.

What was the name of it?

Hard Bodies.

What's the name of your lawyer?

What's with all the questions?

I'm just trying to figure you out.

You're kind of making me uncomfortable.

Vi, got an order up.

Coming.

Bill, I just got a text from school.

James is sick. I gotta go.

What, are you kidding? We're about to get the lunch rush.

Hey, leave her alone. She's got a sick kid.

Didn't you hear? You go ahead.

- I'll handle it. - I owe you.

Yeah, yeah.

Gotcha.

Leon was... a sweet guy.

Definitely complicated, but he had a good heart.

- Still, a drug addict. - No, not at all.

Straight arrow all the way.

How long was he your client?

Eight, nine weeks.

When his marriage broke up, he started sleeping at work.

The office above him was leased,

and I was given my instructions.

And so you became his lover?

- In his dreams at least. - We just talked.

We sat and talked.

That's all?

He wasn't a Dreamer.

You may have noticed that when you

enter a normal person's dreams

you're constrained by their structure.

Only very powerful Dreamers

can manipulate those kind of dreams.

I'm not that powerful.

Oh, I don't know about that.

You did a pretty good job with me.

Ironically, it's easier with Dreamers.

What did you and Leon talk about?

He was upset with what he was working on,

and he wanted out of his contract.

- What work was that? - I don't know.

I don't. I swear.

But no doubt connects to

the same human trafficking enterprise

as Hull, Bedford?

I suppose so.

Which is probably why he was murdered.

Oh, God.

There are always consequences, Olivia.

Trust me.

I know all about it.

I chose to look the other way.

I buried my moral compass so deep

I never thought I'd find it again.

Ironically, the only thing that kept me going...

was you.

Then you disappeared.

And I was by myself.

And I finally realized how my silent assent

in their activities...

was just as complicit as if I'd done the deed myself.

And working with the FBI will make up for all of that?

Never.

In the long run, it won't accomplish anything.

You know that, right?

It's the only thing I could think of to do.

I'd be willing to tell the FBI what I know.

If that would help, which I don't think it would,

but I'd be willing to do it.

- You'd do that? - Yes.

For you.

Hey. Right over there, please.

Thank you.

Hi.

- Hey. - I got your message.

- You said you wanted to talk. - Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted you to know that I shouldn't have made

this decision without talking to you first.

Yeah, so you said in your message like 20 times.

Well, more like 18 times.

I've done some thinking, too, and I realize that

I overreacted.

I understand how important this is to you, and...

I'm not going to stand in the way of that.

So you're okay if I dream with her?

No.

It scares the shit out of me.

But...

if you really think that this is necessary,

then do what you need to do.

And from now on, I'll keep you in the loop.

We'll make all decisions, big and small, together.

Like what we're going to do for dinner tonight?

Yeah.

Exactly like that.

Give me a 6:00 a.m. wake-up call.

You got it.

Gonna wash this fake smile off my face,

and try to get some sleep.

It's so quiet.

Because they haven't built the convention center

over on the other shore yet.

That won't happen for another ten years.

Who's that?

Me. I was 16.

Who's the lucky guy?

Billy Mackleheim.

We met my first summer on the lake.

It's magical.

It was.

Spent the best years of my life here.

Never felt so free.

And now?

You know what I feel like?

An actress playing the part of a mayor.

Can never be real because I'm always under this microscope.

Well, there's no microscope watching you now.

What do you want to do?

We used to stash our weed around here.

Billy always had the best.

Why not?

This is your dream.

God, I miss this feeling.

Hey.

He just fell asleep.

Thanks so much for doing this, Eileen.

Oh, please, it's not like I have anything

better to do with my life.

So, is it him?

- Who? - Well...

I'm assuming late night rendezvous.

There's got to be a "him" involved.

Is it Mark?

Let's just let it be our little secret.

All I wanted was to be friends.

You treated me like a freak.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

I bet you are.

We can go to an ATM. I can get you more.

Sure.

You can't do enough for me now.

Give me another chance, please.

It's too late for that.

No.

No.

No!

We need to make sure we get back in touch with her.

She's a considerate donator and I...

One moment.

Mr. Hammond.

I enjoyed our talk yesterday afternoon.

Would you be interested in continuing the dialogue?

Perhaps over lunch next week?

I suspect you could contribute

some exciting ideas to our campaign.

I'd like that very much.

Excellent.

My assistant will set it up.

Hello?

Woody Hammond calling for Ms. Bennett.

I'm sorry, she's unavailable. Can I take a message?

Tell her the ball's in motion.

Uh, okay.

There you go, Mom.

- Hey, I got to grab this. - Okay.

What's up?

Got the DNA results from Morrison's attic.

You were right. Another person was there.

- Good. - Yeah, for Morrison.

Now his lawyer can spin a crazy-ass theory

about someone hiding in the attic.

Well, now we can catch the real killer.

Come... Taka, come on.

Well, look, I don't expect you to understand,

but trust me when I tell you someone other than Morrison

was responsible for killing his wife.

And we're gonna find him.

Hey, uh, by the way, Sabine came back.

Thanks for the advice.

Yeah, you're welcome. Happy to be of service.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Sounds good.

Later.

Jeremy taught me about the nine times tables trick.

- So I got all the answers right. - That's great, sweetie.

So, what's the trick?

So I hold my hands out like this,

and anything above nine times, I count my fingers up.

Hey, Vi.

You want to see what's in my purse?

You bastard.

What the hell are you doing here?

- Mom? - I came to see you.

- To give you... - Mom.

James, get in the house. Now.

You think I don't know what you're planning?

I'm not planning anything.

How many women have you killed?

Killed?

No one.

I swear.

What about the drill?

What? Are you talking about my novel?

- What novel? - That's the opening.

How did you even know that?

Just tell me what you're doing here.

I left flowers for you on your porch.

Vi!

Vi.

He's the guy who was hiding in my shed.

No. I've never been here before.

I didn't even know where you lived

until I saw your car here yesterday.

- So you were stalking me? - It's okay, Violet, I'm here.

I'm not going to let him hurt you.

Mom. There are flowers here.

Mark, I'm sorry.

Sorry?

I just wanted to ask you out to a movie.

That's all.

But... you're crazy.

What are you doing?

Mark's probably on the phone with the sheriff right now.

I figure they'll be here in 30 minutes.

I got to be long gone by then.

You don't have to run. We can deal with this.

How? I sprayed the guy's face with mace.

- I'm pretty sure that's assault. - Just slow down a minute.

Tess.

Yes, I know who you are.

And why you're really in hiding.

Get the go-bags from the shed and put them in the car.

- I'm here to help. - Who the hell are you?

For real.

A Dreamer.

Like you and James.

So, not a tutor. Not from Maine.

Yes to both of those, actually, but also

someone who works for people who value your abilities.

And James's.

Okay, right now, they can protect you.

They can handle the sheriff and Mark Johnson.

Look, I know this is a lot to assimilate.

But when my people get here, they can explain everything.

So it was you in the shed.

I was making sure you were safe.

By having sex with me in my dreams?

That wasn't just my dream, was it?

No. I was there with you.

I only did...

I trusted you!

Okay.

I should have told you the truth earlier.

I know that, okay?

I'm actually glad this whole thing with Mark

forced my hand.

Tess. You need to believe me.

I would never do anything to harm you or your son.

What if I don't want your people to help me?

All they ask is that you hear them out.

I know you had traumatic experiences in the past.

We're not kidnappers.

We had nothing to do with the people

who abducted your son.

We want to use your abilities to help others.

Have a positive impact on this screwed-up world.

How?

It's better if I let them explain it.

Do I have a choice?

Well, I suppose you could run.

But then the police would get you.

And what would happen to James?

How long before your people get here?

I'll get an E.T.A.

Do you want some coffee?

That'd be great. Thanks.

- What happened? - Get in the car now.

If you follow me, I'll kill you.

Thanks again for letting my mom stay in our place.

Yeah.

This isn't going to be easy.

But I promise I'll try to make it work.

I love you.

I really did have feelings for you.

You said it was just a job.

I lied.

Obviously.

You don't know how many times I wanted to knock on your door

and hold you in my arms.

But... you didn't.

No.

I was afraid.

- Of what? - Of them.

They made it very clear that if I ever made

physical contact with you

there would be serious consequences.

The FBI will protect you.

Against these people?

You've seen their reach.

Can you be absolutely sure they don't have someone

inside the Bureau?

Could you ever guarantee that I don't...

end up like Leon?

No.

What are you doing?

Stick to trains and buses.

They'll be watching the airports.

Get as far away as you can as fast as you can.

I said I was willing to talk to the FBI, and I still am.

I'll find another way to make the case stick.

- Burton... - No, you're right, Olivia.

There's no way the FBI can keep you safe.

I can't keep you safe.

No one can keep you safe

so long as you pose a threat to them.

Well...

then come with me.

We'll go... wherever.

Part of me would love to.

But I can't walk away from this, do you understand?

Dump your cell. They can track it.

Don't call anyone you know.

And take this.

Taka, do you want some coffee?

Jesus.

Jesus.

Taka!

Taka!

Sabine?

Sabine?

Sabine, what are you doing?

No, no, no, no, no. No, no!

Mom, Mom!

What'd you do?

Oh, my God.

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