Falling Water (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Promotion - full transcript

Tess and Burton follow clues from their shared dream to search for the missing dreamer. Taka and Alex connect Shadowman to the people trafficking in dreamers, as Shadowman confronts his past.

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.

*FALLING WATER*
Season 02 Episode 05
Title: "Promotion"

♪♪ St Francis Hotel's "You'd
Gotta Be Alive" playing...

♪♪

♪♪

♪ When your head
hit the floor ♪

♪ I wonder
did it hurt at all ♪

♪♪

♪ 'Cause the blood
through your fingers ♪

♪ It's something
only you'd ignore ♪

♪♪

♪ And it's all ♪

♪ Said... ♪

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 c
ould 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.

♪♪ Terry Gorka's "Vivere,
Ridere, Amore" playing...

♪ Amore ♪

♪ When too much ♪

♪ Isn't quite enough ♪

♪ Running like a madman ♪

♪ And you say
"How was your day?" ♪

♪ You have no idea ♪

♪ I've been busy
you could say ♪

♪ The painter's due at 10:00 ♪

♪ I couldn't find the ladder ♪

♪ They didn't show up anyway ♪

♪ So what did it matter ♪

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?

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!

Wait!

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