Falling Water (2016) s01e02 Episode Script

Calling the Vasty Deep

1 Previously on "Falling Water" I wanna see my baby.
There is no baby, dear.
Bill Boerg really wants to meet with you.
See if you can think about what he might be dreaming.
- Your man was there.
- Andy? Go to St.
Joseph's Hospital in Queens.
And the billing code is for an epidural.
The next time you shag the wife of a senior partner, tell her not to sext you on your company cell.
Think Jones is insider trading? The answer is, I have no idea.
I thought we weren't seeing each other.
We're not.
I'm not even here.
[thud] - [screaming] You look like you got run over in your sleep.
- [speaking native language] - Got a line on your vic.
- Lady's name is Ann-Marie Bowen.
- You need to call 911.
Send the police to this location.
- What's going on? - It's Topeka.
- It's always Topeka.
- [gunshot] You look like the sky's about to fall.
Sky's fine right where it is.
[dramatic music] A quote from Shakespeare.
Forgive me if I get it wrong.
"'I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
' "'Why, so can I, so can any man; but will they come when you do call them?'" Never seen her in my life, but if she's some big deal, I can keep my eye out.
Sure, that'd be great.
You look like the sky's about to fall.
Sky's fine right where it is.
Thank you for your help.
We're done here.
Let's torch it.
[timer beeping] [explosion] [dark music] [muted laughter] Can I clear the rusty nail? I'm with someone.
The rusty nail's for her.
I don't think so.
I think you're alone.
- [muted laughter] - [glass shatters] [skin sizzling] [applause] Sir, the restaurant's closing.
No, no, we were here.
Four uh, three nights ago.
She, uh we went outside, and they, uh She was taken by men.
That was a dream.
This is a dream.
[dramatic tone] We were here.
[soft dark music] [sighs] [exhales deeply] [keyboard keys clicking] [indistinct chatter on TV] You owe the hospital $10.
I'd like to see the rest of my patient file.
You don't have a file.
So how do you know I owe $10? 'Cause it says here you owe $10.
How can I owe $10 if I've never been a patient? Mysteries of the universe.
[printer clicks and whirs] [soft dramatic music] Thanks for making time.
Oh, we all gotta help each other.
Come on back.
We got coffee if you want, and some bastard brought doughnuts.
As if I need the temptation.
They say a little temptation's good for the soul.
Yeah, assuming we've got one.
So, uh, where do things stand? Uh, the investigation's ongoing.
It's been almost a week.
You've had to have made some progress.
Yeah, four days, and it's ongoing.
12 people laid down in a house and killed themselves.
I mean, forget they blew up the house across the street.
How do 12 people decide just to kill themselves? Well, I have my own opinions, but they're no more informed than anyone else's.
Al-Qaeda posts videos on the web.
These guys don't even have a known ethos, much less a public profile.
Unless you count the word "Topeka," which apparently means "a good place to grow potatoes.
" "A good place to dig for roots.
" Yeah, well, we know they're a cult, but they're not jihadist or far right wing.
We know they blew up the house, but they've made no calls for violence.
They're still dangerous.
And that's why the investigation's ongoing.
Is there anything in the green sneakers? Generic brand, national chain.
Here we go.
Logbook from the Belgian Consulate And the personal effects of Ann-Marie Bowen, the white one.
We've closed off that portion of the investigation, so NYPD can dispose of them as you see fit.
Is that it? You just need me to take the logbook back to the consulate? You're NYPD liaison.
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter] I expected you in early.
I saw you, uh, speaking with Woody Hammond? We're giving him some of Jones' accounts.
His numbers are better than you think, and he and Jones came over from Deutsche together, so "continuity of client relations.
" - Whole thing's tragic.
- Did you call Campbell's? They'll pick up the body as soon as the ME releases it.
What about the obit in the "Times"? It'll run Monday.
Three-inch column.
All right, so how bad off are we? I combed Jones' computer and files.
They're immaculate.
If there was anything to hurt the firm, he scrubbed it.
Well, at least he did us that courtesy.
Or maybe there was nothing to find.
Jones was regularly predicting market swings like he could see into the minds of half the Street.
That's an argument for clairvoyance, not insider trading.
Then why was he only clairvoyant - in his Topeka accounts? - The man killed himself.
He didn't do it for no reason.
I'd like to search Jones' apartment.
If there's nothing here, maybe the evidence is buried in his home files.
Is his wife back in the city? Bizzy and I are supposed to go over and pay our respects today.
If the government comes knocking, we need to make sure we're inoculated.
Get a ride in the car uptown with my wife.
I've still got a call with Antwerp, and she'll appreciate the company.
Swell office.
This is my office.
This is just a room.
There are no other records at the hospital.
I know.
I looked.
- I looked hard.
- So it's a coding error.
Really, some random clerk randomly mis-entered the exact code for an epidural, one of ten thousand possible codes, in your file of all possible files? Then you explain it.
You had an epidural.
You gave birth to a son.
Tess, I believe you.
Of all the people in your life, how many actually believe you? [exhales slowly] None of 'em.
So have a little faith in those of us who have faith.
It's dreams that connect us.
You experienced it.
What we don't know is how those connections work, but with your help, I was hoping we could figure that out.
How do you know so much about me? Truth? I stalked you.
Five years ago, I tried to hire you to consult on my 3gen phone, and you turned me down, and I still don't know why, but I decided you were interesting, and data mining and algorithms did the rest.
If you wanna convince me, you're not helping yourself.
Listen to your language.
You wanna be convinced.
Then go.
Well, there we are.
This is your new phone.
We need you to track your sleep patterns, exercise, diet.
Carry it with you at all times.
I already have a phone.
So don't use it as a phone.
Now, before you can participate, we need to establish a baseline medical history.
- Please answer honestly.
- [mouthing words] Have you ever been diagnosed with any of the following: - cancer? - No.
- Arrhythmia? - No.
- Seizures? - No.
Are you currently menstruating? No.
I'll wait outside.
[door opens and closes] Have you ever been diagnosed with a sexually transmitted disease? No.
Have you ever been hospitalized for mental illness? No.
We know about your time at Cranwell and St.
John B.
Then why ask the question? Purity of the data.
If the data's faulty, the study's meaningless and we're all wasting our time.
Have you ever been diagnosed with genetic disorder: - MS, ALS, Crohn's? - No.
I've always had nightmares about that staircase.
And then those people killing themselves in that house.
So many things, just beyond the corner of your eye.
That's New York.
8 million people side by side, trying not to notice each other.
You know, is it possible for me to speak with the ambassador? Ann-Marie Bowen asked to see him, and I wanna make sure it wasn't about someone who didn't make it into the book.
The ambassador's in Montreal with his wife, but I can pull his diary.
I'd appreciate it.
[dark music] [water splashes] Is that your son? - You think he could be? - He's not? It was a gift from the ambassador.
We were in a record store in the West Village.
I saw the sketch on the wall.
He bought it for me.
You and the ambassador go to record stores a lot? Only when his wife's out of the country.
We're Belgian, not French.
It was drawn by some musician I'd never heard of a million years ago.
I'm not even sure why I like it.
Maybe it's the way he watches over me.
What was the name of the store? Topeka City Blues.
[soft dramatic music] [faintly] Please, let us take care of it.
[indistinct chatter] [knocks softly] You haven't seen a Bible around here, preferably King James? Laura needs a reading for the service, and I'll be damned if I let her settle for "My father's house has many rooms.
" It's about as personal as a Walmart.
Try Job 19.
"For I know my redeemer liveth.
" All right.
"For I know that my redeemer liveth "and that he shall stand the latter day upon the Earth.
"And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.
" Well, that's a cheery vision.
A body without skin.
A man redeemed is a man whose life was worthwhile.
So saith the dirty-laundry man.
That is why you're here, isn't it? To destroy a dead man's good name while his wife sits in the other room chewing Valium? I'm here to protect the firm.
You say potato.
I didn't destroy your life.
When you sent those texts to Woody Hammond, you sent them to his company-owned cell phone.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You have no idea what you're talking about.
They were quite explicit sexually.
But not every truth needs the light of day.
You'll be one of eight participants in today's test.
Your goal is to dream and, in your dream, rendezvous with the other subjects.
- Would you like a sleep aid? - No.
If you change your mind once you lie down, raise your hand; we'll come to you.
If you wake up before the other participants, raise your hand; do not wake the others.
If you and another participant wake at the same time, do not acknowledge each other.
Waking interaction between the subjects jeopardizes the purity of the data.
Don't drag your wires on the floor.
[sighs] Are you sure you don't want something? Lie down.
[exhales deeply] Close your eyes.
Now dream.
[soft dramatic music] [water rushing] [water trickling] [dramatic violin music playing] You're new.
Where are the others? Not everybody makes it.
We're really not supposed to talk.
I thought Andy might be here.
He had a beard.
No, Andy he hasn't been around in a while.
Where is he? No way to know.
He was here; he was gone.
Sue heard he stroked out, went catatonic.
[water tinkling] You have a nice face.
It's just a face.
[baby crying] Hey, don't get distracted.
Your own dream will suck you back in.
He's here.
[echoing] Who? Where you going? We're supposed to stay together.
[suspenseful music] [baby crying] [breathing heavily] [sighs] [snarling] [distorted] Wait.
How long have I been alone? I can't tell you that.
Purity of the data.
[sighs] [door opens, bell jingles] [alternative music playing] Hi, I'm looking for a record.
Hmm, close your eyes and swing a dead cat.
Or were you looking for something specific? Cult musician.
New York guy.
Robert Eacey.
All right, "Somnambulism.
" One and only album of Bobby Eacey.
One of 12,000 pressed.
Got a hole in my pocket And it just keeps burning Yeah, I was told you have some of his artwork for sale.
- Uh, sketches? - "The Boy," yeah.
Yeah, I sold that.
You have any others? Cost of Bobby being dead, truncated supply.
- When did he die? - 1984, '85.
Legend is, he went nuts, got stabbed by his girlfriend.
But who knows? Truth's only true about half the time.
When did he draw the picture? Uh, '82, '83.
Album's got a scratch on the B side, so it's only $200.
[scoffs] [soft dramatic music] They tell you it gets easier, but it still leaves me messed up every time.
I thought we weren't supposed to have outside contact.
Purity of the data.
Man, to hell with it.
They don't know what it's like.
We're the ones deep in it.
They're just on the outside watching dials.
What are they? Forget-me-nots.
They'll help even you out.
If the tests are so awful, why don't you walk away? The money.
[chuckles] General laziness.
You still have a really nice face.
[soft music] [soft dramatic music] [mellow rock music playing] Come on down from your mountain I'm on my belly For 20 years and counting You been lording it over me Everybody here has been broken Everybody is alone Lately my eyes have been opened I wanna see it once before it's all gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone Gone, gone, gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone Gone, gone, gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone Gone, gone, gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone [dramatic music] [suspenseful music] [distorted whispering] [dramatic music] It's beautiful.
No! Ugh, it's shit! [static crackling] [soft dramatic music] [indistinct chatter] [soft dramatic music] [door opens] How's the scavenger hunt? If Jones was insider trading, no one will ever know.
So that's good news.
We close the door and walk away? Yeah.
The firm's safe.
It's not like Jones outsmarted you somehow.
He's dead in a casket.
You're good.
You know? You're a good dreamer.
I guess.
[soft music] Oh All I need Is a place Where I can go to [both laugh] Sorry.
So I guess you found the guy you were looking for? In the dream? You said, "He's here.
" Did I? I don't know.
- Did you? - [laughs] And you may know How did you get into this? Um, I was at Burning Man.
I sold Bill Boerg three hits of molly.
Next day, he offered me a job.
You? Same.
[laughs] [laughs] Yeah.
I used to love to dream.
Like a warm blanket.
I'd wrap myself up and hide.
- My own private world.
- Mm.
God I wish I was that young again.
Tell me what you dreamed.
Come on.
We all dream.
There's a stain on your ceiling shaped like a rabbit.
Don't change the subject.
I like rabbits.
They're very attuned.
Twitchy pink noses.
Is that what you are in your dreams? A rabbit? No.
No, I'm a fox.
So you eat rabbits? [softly] Shut up.
[indistinct chatter and laughter] [soft dramatic music] You would be the one to catch me.
- [door closes] - Don't do that.
[sighs] It barely registers.
Is it because Woody's here? [scoffs] You're so goddamn literal.
Then why? [sighs] To wake myself up.
When all I wanna do is dream.
Go ahead, tell Nicholas.
I don't care anymore.
Tell me about your dreams.
What do you dream about? Woody.
[scoffs] Every night.
We have this mad, passionate love affair.
A relationship with conversations and adventures.
Then I wake up and it's all a dream.
A reoccurring dream [sighs] About a pathetic, squirrelly man I don't even know.
I don't believe you.
I don't care.
You can't have a relationship that only exists in your dreams.
[scoffs] Why not? They're my dreams.
Who cares? Your husband.
[chuckles] Wrong card.
I care.
Why? When I dream, I'm happy.
I won't tell Nicholas.
Oh, don't be so kind.
[sighs] [dramatic music] - [skin sizzles] - [gasps] [muffled rock music playing] [sniffles] [laughs softly] [dramatic music] What the hell is this? Where'd you get this? Some guy shoved it in my hand outside the subway.
And you hung it in your bathroom? Yeah, the kid's creepy-looking.
I thought it was cool.
What have I done? - I'm innocent.
- Get off me.
Whoa, I'm sorry.
Tell me what I've done.
Hey, Tess, wait a minute.
[door opens] I didn't do anything.
[door slams] [exhales sharply] Do you think I don't know where my phones are? [sighs] What aren't you telling me? About what? About Levon? That's a picture of my son.
I have no idea.
Where did he get it? He said someone shoved it in his hand.
Do you want me to talk to him, see if I can get the truth? Tess? I am only here because I need you to obey the rules of the experiment.
The purity of the data.
Take your toy back.
Tess, you're special.
What you did today without instruction took the others nine months of lucid dream training.
You are the only one in that room who matters.
I will do whatever you want.
I will get rid of Levon.
- Just stay.
- What happened to Andy? The stroke rumor? Yeah, no, he's fine.
Then where is he? He moved on.
He quit.
Tess, I promise you.
Andy did not stroke out.
I know this is scary, but together we can find your son.
The problem with your phones? They're too perfect.
The way they fit in my hand, the interface, it's it's perfect.
Like your designers have been inside my head.
You know, most people like that.
I don't.
Duly noted.
This is one of your drills, right? This isn't a drill.
You always say that and it's always a drill.
Where is she? She was in the lobby.
We had a conversation.
And I looked for you.
All I found was this.
That's you.
So it's a drill.
Right? - Yeah.
- Next time, give me a heads-up.
My wife and I were supposed to have drinks with the Costellos.
[sighs] [mellow rock music playing] [sighs] Come on down from your mountain That's you, isn't it? I'm on my belly You're smiling like somebody told you a joke.
You look happy.
Lording it over me I don't remember ever seeing you that happy.
Why were you there? Who were you then? Everybody here has been broken [sighs] [dramatic tone] Lately my eyes have been opened I wanna see it once before it's all gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone Gone, gone, gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone Gone, gone, gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone Gone, gone, gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone I wanna see it once before it's all gone [door closes] We're in session.
I'm sorry.
You can close the door.
[indistinct murmuring] [mellow rock music playing faintly] [pounding on door] - I know you're in there.
- [pounding] I just wanna see your face.
Go away.
I'm tired.
Come on.
I think you're really great.
All right, we had a great time.
Yeah, well, time's up.
- [pounding] - But Bill's mad at me.
Like, mad.
He said he's gonna kick me out of the experiment because of you.
He won't say it's you, but I don't know anything about that.
I need you to talk him out of it.
- [pounding] - Are you there? - [doorknob rattling] - I'm sorry.
- Okay? - [doorknob rattling] [pounding] Please, I need this.
[soft dramatic music] Look, without Bill, I'm screwed.
- [pounding] - Can you open the goddamn door? You're a bitch! Open the door! I'm not your goddamn dildo! [door opens] Hi.
I almost thought you weren't coming.
I couldn't get a cab.
[ice clinking] "'I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
' "'Why, so can I, so can any man; but will they come when you do call them?'"