Previously on "Falling Water"...
I killed my wife, but God help me...
I don't know why.
There's someone out there
who's entering people's dreams
and manipulating them to commit murder.
Sam, you can make it stop.
I can't!
He won't let me.
The Shadowman is very angry.
How do we protect ourselves from this
thing coming after us?
Is there anyone on this list
who might've been a powerful dreamer?
- Lainie Whicker. - What happened to her?
She just disappeared.
Maybe there's a way we can find her
in the dreamscape.
My pods allow dreamers
to connect with anyone, anywhere.
Lainie?
They won't let me go.
We have to find her.
I'd like to offer you a job. It's political...
straight up your alley.
Madame Mayor, Woody Hammond.
I would like to offer you my support.
- Is that Greg? - No.
Who's Greg?
Are you gonna tell dad it's
another surprise pregnancy?
We put this out tomorrow,
there's no way Harding's campaign
can survive this kind of scandal.
I have to go.
Elizabeth.
- No! - No, no, no!
He was sleepwalking.
The guy in the blue cap
came out of the same brownstone as the victim.
Hey.
And I'm pretty sure he was sleeping there.
All right. Let's go find your Shadowman.
What have you brought for us?
Any loose ends we should know about?
None.
Excellent.
Is there another assignment?
You'll have to wait for that.
We'll be in touch.
Sure.
You're doing an excellent job.
Know that management is very pleased.
It's...
good to know you appreciate my talents.
We do.
We most certainly do.
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Damn it!
It's no good,
I can't find Lainie's grandma's house anymore.
It's like it's vanished.
We're running out of time here.
Bill, you gotta fix this nosebleed thing.
I know. I'm working on it.
Extended your dreaming range to 300 miles,
and you wanna give me a hard time about a nosebleed?
We may have lost her.
I thought playing music she liked would
help with the connection, damn it.
I'm not even sure she's still asleep.
We have to track her down in the real world.
Okay, Tess, the end of Lainie's dream...
it gave us three distinct images to work with:
A red barn, a wind turbine, and a road sign that said...
- Amsterdam. - That's right.
How do we know that those images
weren't just part of Lainie's dreamscape?
That's all we have to work with.
And is it Amsterdam in the Netherlands, in New York?
As it turns out,
there are 16 cities named Amsterdam
in North America alone.
And the one in New York
is less than 200 miles away.
Still, it's a bit of a reach to assume that
this is the place.
Every minute we wait,
things will only get worse for Lainie.
I'll drive up there.
How many red barns can there be
with a wind turbine next to it near a roadside?
- I'll go with you. - Okay, but what about James?
It's fine,
as long as we're not back too late.
I wanna be there if we find her.
Okay.
I should go too.
Not necessary.
If this Shadowman is responsible
for Lainie's abduction,
if he's as dangerous as he sounds,
then I think the more hands on deck, the better.
Why do you really wanna go?
- Why? - Yeah.
Uh, I don't know.
Maybe because I like Lainie quite a bit
and I'm concerned about her.
Maybe because she went missing on my watch,
and I'm just pissed off that somebody abducted her.
Because I have a thing about that...
people being abducted.
Says the man who placed a bid on my abducted son.
Oh, for God's sake, Tess,
I was trying to protect James.
When are you going to start believing me?
You really want an answer to that?
Do you have any damn idea
what those crazy people had in mind for him?
Do you?
They were gonna lock him up and throw away the key
and you were never going to see him again,
ever.
All I ever tried to do
was bring him to you.
Why?
Why would you do that?
Because the exact same thing happened to my sister.
I swore never to let it happen again,
although now it has,
which is why I'm going with you.
So, basically, we're looking for a hat.
A start.
Thank you.
I thought you saw him in the dream world...
whatever you call it... a man with the face
like a rotting hamburger?
He doesn't look that... hideous
in the real world. No one does.
If you had seen the shape he takes in dreams, Alex...
Tell me.
Maybe there's a clue in all of it,
something we can track in the real world.
It's more like a feeling than anything else,
like everything horrible you've ever had happen to you
in your life is right there, weighing on your heart...
anger and hate so palpable,
you can taste it in your mouth.
Awesome.
This may be enough to let our perp know
we're looking for him.
Maybe it'll slow him down.
Maybe.
I just wish there was, you know,
some kind of pattern to this stuff.
Everything feels so random.
There's always a pattern, Taka, you know that.
On that note, let's review.
Brent Jenchowski,
also known as suicidal underwear man...
was a reporter who worked for some indie paper called
"The Knock" on the Upper East Side.
Divorced six years ago, lives alone.
No priors, not even a damn parking ticket.
We should talk to his editor,
see if he was working on anything
that might've attracted enemies.
A journalist with enemies?
That's crazy talk, Detective.
Can you send these off, have them signed?
Elizabeth.
Hey. I've been calling
to see if there's anything I can do to help,
but I haven't been able to get through.
Was it you?
Was it me who what?
I tried thinking of what's changed in my life
in the last couple weeks,
anything different that might've led
to all of this coming out,
anything that felt off looking back at it.
And the only thing I came up with...
you.
Was it you?
What kind of man are you?
So, Burton and I have somewhere to go for the day,
but I promise I'll be back to tuck you in tonight, okay?
Can I come?
No, you're gonna hang at the restaurant today.
Grace said she was gonna teach you how to play Uno.
Doesn't it sound cool?
No, it doesn't.
Boerg, again.
Just tell him to wait in the car, okay?
We'll be a minute.
I did, he's afraid we're gonna ditch him.
And we still could.
He knows more about Lainie than we do.
As much as I hate to admit it, he could be an asset.
I could be an asset too.
Can I come with you?
Look, James,
there's someone out there who needs our help, okay?
And the people who are holding her right now...
they're not very nice.
So, it would be best for you
to stay here where it's safe.
Does that make sense?
Yeah, but if it's not safe,
then you guys shouldn't be going.
I think what Burton meant was safer.
- It's just safer here. - Right.
Well, then you guys should stay here with me.
Listen, Mate,
you're worried about your mum. Okay, I get that.
I'm worried about you too.
I promise you, James Brighton,
that nothing's gonna happen to your mum,
or me.
I won't let it.
Stay safe no matter what?
You have my word.
Okay.
Come here.
Thank you.
So, can you do what he does?
Shadowman.
Can you manipulate people in their sleep?
No. I mean, uh...
I don't think so.
The truth is, I don't...
I don't fully understand this stuff myself.
It's like everyone has their own unique abilities...
who you are, what you've been through...
that seems to dictate what you can do.
That make sense?
Not even close.
Most of my dreams are like being in a supermarket,
checking tomatoes to see if they're ripe.
Wow, sounds restful.
But boring.
Christy always accuses me of that.
What, being boring?
Not having an imagination.
I told her, when you seen the shit I've seen,
you don't need an imagination.
Detective Simms?
Hi, I'm Miguel Lopez.
Thank you.
- Mr. Lopez. - Hi.
Thanks for coming in.
We have some questions
about one of your reporters, Brent Jenchowski?
Be happy to tell you anything I can.
How long was he on your staff?
Brent wasn't on staff. He was freelance.
I did offer him a desk at the paper once,
- but he turned me down. - Why?
Brent wasn't really a team player,
but he was a hell of a reporter.
Can you tell us anything else about him?
Well, just that he sure as shit didn't commit suicide.
There's no way.
Well, I'm afraid he did, we were there.
You saw him shoot himself?
I don't get it,
I can't imagine why he would do that.
Could he have been depressed,
something in his personal life?
Brent didn't really have a personal life.
Sounds like that could be depressing.
Yeah, he was always chasing after the next big story.
So what story was he chasing?
A, uh, a political gaffe,
a HUD kickback scheme involving
one of our esteemed members of city council.
Which council member?
The one running for mayor.
Phillip Whittaker?
The very same.
"Dear Mr. Thomas Dolan, as of today,
"your employment with Carter Mowers
will be officially terminated."
15 years I've been working there,
and this is how he tells me I'm getting canned?
I'm sorry, Tom.
Didn't even hand it to me himself;
had security do it.
Then when I tried to go and talk to him about it,
I got escorted out.
Maybe if you gave him a call.
You don't think I already tried that?
I'm sorry.
It's just...
15 years,
and all I've gotta show for it is this stupid letter?
You'll get through this, Tom.
You're a hard worker.
Someone out there's gonna recognize that.
Are we sure this guy was a reporter?
Shouldn't there be, like, piles of papers
and overflowing ashtrays and shit?
Eh, don't perpetuate the stereotype.
How 'bout you go eat a donut?
I do love a donut.
Hey, look at that.
No computer, no cell.
Forensics didn't find them in his car either.
Not even any notebooks, nothing, nothing.
Yeah, this Jenchowski guy was on to something.
And someone cleaned up every trace of it.
His phone records come in yet?
Just the bank statements so far...
no major purchase or withdrawals either.
Okay, we both agree this guy is
the definition of minimalist, right?
Considering he only has
one fork, one knife, and one spoon, yes.
For real?
I don't know. I didn't look.
It seems like a fair assumption.
Okay, so, why would a guy
with so few material possessions
need to rent a storage unit in Jersey?
The first payment only went through three weeks ago.
He just started renting the unit.
Think that's where he keeps the rest of his cutlery?
- Come on. - Ha ha.
Well, my heart goes out
to the mayor's children, and her husband.
They're in a lot of pain right now,
and I think they deserve our respect and support.
But we cannot ignore the fact
that this raises some serious questions
about the mayor's character.
Can the people of New York
trust the word of a woman who would lie
so egregiously to her own family?
Who knew the mayor's legs were as loose
as her stance on crime?
What, you got a problem, buddy?
'Cause you're looking at me
like you either wanna fight me or f...
I don't like hearing you laugh,
and I don't like hearing you talk.
So I need you to stop doing both.
Can you do that for me?
Good.
He'll pay for my drinks.
That's the tenth Amsterdam sign we've seen.
Only 30 more to go.
Yep, and we still haven't seen one wind turbine.
Well, there are 338 of those
spread all across Montgomery County,
which is why it makes the most sense, statistically,
just to survey the road signs.
At least we know where those are, on roads.
There should be another one coming up pretty soon.
Why didn't you file a missing persons report on Lainie?
She was a test subject who let me know
that she was over being a test subject.
I didn't know she was missing.
I just thought she was avoiding me.
Yeah, I could see that.
How's your sister holding up?
And I heard
what happened with Sabine and Taka's mom.
Got it.
When it comes to conversation,
your sister is off limits.
But yours isn't.
Come again?
Your sister... when we first met,
you told me she was catatonic and passed away.
Now you're claiming she was abducted.
So, which is it?
Both.
She was abducted, and then they found her dead.
What was her name?
Katrina.
Stop. Stop. Stop the car.
I'm serious. Stop the car. Turn around.
Make a U-turn right here. Go back.
What the hell, Boerg?
Look.
_
Hey.
You wanna come help me pack, please?
Are you kidding me?
Again with that stupid letter?
It's not the letter, Carol,
it's what the letter represents.
How can you not see that?
Right now, all I can see is a man who won't move on.
Put it away and come help me pack.
'Cause, by the end of this week,
this place is no longer our home,
but the bank's.
Tom.
- Give it back. - No.
Carol, give... it... back!
Tom, my God.
You have to stop.
It's over, Tom.
What's done is done. Move on.
Don't you think I'm trying to?
No, I don't.
Look at you.
You've been out of work for almost a year.
All you can talk about is this stupid letter.
Now, your boss wasn't man enough to fire you himself.
Newsflash, Tom.
The only one I see who's not man enough right now is you.
Don't!
- Carol, I'm so sorry. - I didn't mean...
Get out. Go!
Go!
You gotta be kidding me.
Figures Jenchowski would keep a storage unit empty.
Where else is he gonna keep all his nothingness?
Well, why rent a storage unit and put nothing in it?
Come on. Let's go.
We got a busted lead, is all.
Taka, I know you wanna get this Shadowman guy, but...
all we can do is go where the leads take us,
and sometimes it's a dead end, you know?
Jenchowski took the time to come out here
and rent this place.
Doesn't add up.
Alex, come here.
What is it?
Looks like Jenchowski's paranoia might've paid off.
Okay, sweetie, I'll see you later.
Bye.
You see anything?
Not a thing. Boerg?
Nothing yet.
James is good.
He says hi.
Well, hi back to him, then.
So, if the barn from Lainie's dream
is actually from that billboard,
then what are we even looking for right here?
Excellent question, one to which I have no answer.
Great view, though.
Been in the city so long, I forgot how serene
it can be beyond the concrete.
Hm.
But try tracking down a slice of pizza
out here after 9:00.
Not gonna happen.
I thought you enjoyed your time
all secluded up in Maine.
I enjoyed Maine 'cause I thought James was safe.
I just wanna put all this behind us
so I can give him that again, that feeling of safety.
I'd wager that feeling has more to do
with his mother than Maine,
better than any scenery.
Hey, check this out.
What are we looking at?
It's a satellite image of the area.
It's hard to make out,
but somewhere over there is some sort of structure.
There's not another building around for miles.
I'd say that counts as being worth a look.
Yeah.
Okay, not too much farther,
then make a left and then there should be a service road...
Hell, that was close.
Speed limits seem to be more
of a suggestion in these back roads.
What the hell is this place?
It's some sort of prison.
Let me guess.
You folks just took a wrong turn.
Could we talk about this?
No, you folks need to come with me.
Okay,
I just thought maybe...
Where are they taking Lainie Whicker?
I don't know.
I didn't even know her name till you just said it.
They don't tell me those things.
You really should start telling us
- the things you do know. - They just keep people here
every once in a while until they can
- make arrangements in Canada. - Who's they?
The people who pay me to look after this place.
I want names.
I don't know. Honest.
How are they getting her to Canada?
When did they leave?
They just hauled her out of here
just before you guys got here in some sort of tour bus.
The bus that passed us.
Okay.
Kinda makes you wish you could burn off
your taste buds before eating this stuff, huh?
I like to eat alone.
How's the work program here?
I mean, I heard it's good,
looking forward to getting in on that.
I had a accident
a couple years back doing demo,
and it's been tough sledding ever since.
A beam fell on my shoulder, and it ain't been right since.
Clicks whenever I move it now.
See?
I just got in last week. How long you been here?
- Long enough. - Name's Franco.
They guys tell me there's another Frank here,
so I thought I'd add the O.
It's from my last name, Ongaro.
Do you ever stop talking?
Only when I'm sleeping.
Mmm, mmm.
Hey, what are you doing here, huh?
Great, even in my dreams you won't leave me alone.
What do you mean, your dreams?
God, I hate this music.
Did you do that?
Uh-uh.
And it's too bright in here.
H-How...
How... how did you do that?
Don't know.
Pretty cool, though, huh?
How can you eat that stuff? It's disgusting.
Ah, Jesus!
Bite your tongue.
Stick out your tongue,
and bite it.
- Somebody call 911! - Wake up, hey.
Call 911!
Oh God, he bit his tongue off.
Do you have to write that part down?
A breaking point.
Can you elaborate what you mean by that?
I mean, after all the shit
that's rained down on me this past year,
either it was gonna break me, or I was gonna break it.
Well, last night, one of those two things happened.
I'm just not sure which.
Does this have to do with what happened
with Mr. Ongaro last night?
I heard he had a seizure in his sleep,
bit into his tongue.
That must've been tough to see.
I didn't just see him do it.
I made him do it.
Tom, you can't make someone have a seizure in their sleep.
You ever talk to him, the one who bit his tongue?
I've had a few meetings with Mr. Ongaro.
Okay, so you know the guy's a talker, then.
When I went to sleep last night, I had this dream.
I looked him straight in the eyes,
and I told him to bite his tongue.
I'm gonna set you up with a meeting
with Dr. Rawls, our local psychologist.
He comes in every Tuesday and Thursday.
I'm telling you, it was real.
Mr. Ongaro bit his tongue.
He had a seizure, and you just...
You had a bad dream.
- That's all that happened, Tom. - Okay.
Did you see my statement this morning?
I did.
I would tone down the rhetoric going forward.
We don't want you seeming too eager
to discuss the mayor's suffering.
Well, there he is,
the unspoken man of the hour. Well done, sir.
Well done.
You seem tense, Woody, what's the problem?
You should be pleased.
It didn't have to go down that way.
Bullshit, it didn't.
We needed this to weigh on the voters' minds
on the off chance the mayor decided to stay in the race,
which, I will add, she appears to be doing.
- She knows I was behind it. - How?
I don't know how. she just does.
Woody, she can't prove anything
because no reasonable proof exists.
It was the way she looked at me.
This isn't like you at all.
You're taking this way too personally.
Look, I brought you on because you're good
at cutting out the emotion.
I'm a bit disappointed.
You gave me your word that you would do it my way.
And I did do it your way,
until I didn't.
Here's your problem, Woody.
You're under the false assumption
that you're the one in control of things,
that you can make calls about what we're doing here,
weigh in on matters at hand.
I would recommend you stop thinking.
Go home, get some sleep,
and wait for your next assignment
like a good little boy.
Who's that guy think he is?
- Someone special. - Mm-hmm.
The only reason
you're ever more than a blip on the political radar
is because of that man's talents.
Remember that.
Okay, we need to get them to pull over
before they reach the border.
Hit 'em.
What?
Well, just a little tap.
That's a 20-ton bus traveling at 60 miles per hour.
Giving their bumper a little tap
isn't exactly gonna do the trick.
What...
I've got a better idea.
What the hell are you doing?
What the...
Holy crap.
Hey, man, you okay?
How many more are on the bus?
How many more?
- I'd answer the woman if I were you. - Oh, shit.
Shouldn't he put his hands up or something?
Put your hands up.
Just me and the doctor
and the girl.
Show me.
Let's go.
Let him go.
Off the bus, now.
You don't look like you're used to holding that thing.
Yeah, it's kinda heavy,
maybe I should fire off a few of these shells
into your chest to lighten the load.
Richard, no... It's not worth it.
How many more?
Just the doctor and the girl.
Boerg. Keep an eye on them.
Lainie, can you hear me?
Do not move.
You understand?
Lainie?
Lainie.
You're safe now.
We're gonna get you out of here.
What's that?
We need to get out of here. Take this.
Let's go.
Yes?
- Dr. Ralston. - Who is this?
Brent Jenchowski from "The Knock."
We were talking about a HUD kickback scheme
Mr. Whittaker might've been working
back as city councilman, remember?
This is a secure line.
There's no such thing
when you're dealing with these people.
My life is in danger,
and yours probably is too, talking to me.
You're talking about Whittaker?
Whittaker is a chump,
a pawn, a stooge.
But you said he was the guy I should look into.
I said that to throw you off.
To throw me off? From what?
What would you say if I were to tell you
there's a well-organized major human trafficking ring
right here in the heart of New York City,
that millions of dollars are involved?
That high-profile people are at the heart of the operation,
and that they will stop at nothing to protect themselves.
You're talking about Whittaker?
I told you Whittaker is nothing.
The people behind Whittaker?
Can you give me a name, Doctor?
Taylor Bennett.
How do you know this?
Because I worked for her, sedating victims.
- You have proof? - I do.
- When can I meet you? - I'll contact you.
But, Doctor, I need...
Jeez, she's big time.
If Taylor Bennett is the one who hired Shadowman,
then she's our best shot at putting an end to all this
and actually tracking down our killer.
Taka, we're talking human trafficking
and the murder of a reporter by a politician
to keep it all from getting out.
This isn't just about Shadowman anymore.
This is a full-on conspiracy.
The drugs they had her on really knocked her out.
Yeah, I saw some propofol on the bus,
which will put you out fast, but...
Without a continuous IV drip, it wears off quickly.
They must have given her a time-released sedative as well.
How do you know so much about propofol?
When I first started looking for James, I...
I experimented with a lot of different ways
to keep myself asleep.
Propofol had too many side effects though.
It felt like living in a perpetual fog
whenever I woke up from it.
What was the best?
Pot.
Mm.
Your turn.
How did you know that bus was gonna stop
and not plow right through you?
I didn't.
That's why I had you get out.
Didn't really care if Boerg got out with you or not.
Boerg.
- He was helpful today, but... - Mm-hmm.
After everything,
it's hard to imagine I'll ever trust that man.
Understandable.
The way I see it,
we needed him today, and he was there.
Let's just try not to need him that often.
- Agreed. - Mm-hmm.
What do you think they were gonna do with her?
That's a question we'll have to ask her when she wakes up.
She who?
Someone who's in trouble
and needs our help.
She's gonna stay with us for a while.
Did you have fun with Ronnie today?
Yeah, it was all right.
Is she okay?
She will be.
Come on, let's put you to bed.
What's up?
What do you know about Taylor Bennett?
Uh, not much.
Comes from money... real estate, I believe.
But did she do business with Hull-Bedford?
Yeah. Why?
We may have connected her to human trafficking.
If that's the case, we may have just spoiled her day.
We found the girl from the dream.
She was being trafficked.
This thing just keeps getting bigger and bigger.
- That it does. - Okay, if this is true,
and all of it, including Shadowman,
is some part of some great conspiracy...
We're gonna get the bastards...
all of them.
Yeah. We just might.
How you holding up?
Just great.
I'll see you in the morning, all right?
Taka...
Taka?
Why?
- Oh, God, no. - Why?
Annette, I'm so sorry.
Why?
Please stop.
- Whyyyy... - I didn't mean to do it!
Why?
Whyyyyyy?
Help! Someone!
Someone help me, please!
"As of today,
"your employment at Carter Mowers
will be officially terminated."
Tom?
Tom Dolan?
That's how the letter started, Sam.
That's how I found out you fired me.
I wanted to tell you in person.
- But HR said that... - Stop it.
It's okay.
Really, I'm doing great.
I hit a rough patch there for a bit,
but I've gotten myself back on my feet,
even found myself another job.
My new boss man gave me the night off though,
so I thought I'd pay you a visit.
Why?
Because I need to thank you for what you did.
You laying me off was the
best thing that ever happened; couldn't see it back then.
But then,
everything changed.
I tapped into something...
a new skill.
And it's all thanks to you, Sam.
You helped unlock my true potential...
one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me.
Sorta makes me feel bad about
coaxing you into teeing up in your wife's face.
Why are you doing this to me?
Why?
To strip you of everything,
like you did to me.
Wait!
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