All language subtitles for The leftovers S03E03

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Young Kevin: Help them!
Go and help them!

They're gonna drown!

Pull over! They're not coming up.

Kevin Sr.: They'll come up.

Young Kevin: Please,
Dad? Please pull over.

Kevin Sr.: You know how long
ducks can hold their breath?

Young Kevin: No.

As long as it takes for
you to stop looking at 'em.

Young Kevin: Then pull
over and let's look.

Kevin Sr.: Okay, let's look.

Young Kevin: I think they're dead.

- No, they're not dead.
- But how do you know?

Kevin Sr.: Ducks go
down, ducks come up.

This is the natural
order of things, son.

- Young Kevin: There they are!
- [Chuckles] Yep.

There they are.

Young Kevin: They're okay!

Kevin Sr.: They're okay.

Young Kevin: And there
you have it, folks.

The ducks are alive and well.

Kevin Garvey Jr. reporting.

- [Aboriginal man chanting]
- [Sniffs]

[Sticks clacking]

[Men chanting]

[Clacking]

[Didgeridoo playing]

[Aboriginal man singing]

[Aboriginal man singing over headphones]

- _
- [Footsteps approach]

_

[Aboriginal men chanting
over headphones]

[Didgeridoo playing over headphones]

[Chanting in Aboriginal language]

What are you doing?

[Sighs] Preventing the apocalypse.

[Sniffs] What are you doing?

- [Music playing]
- [Man humming]

- [Camera clicks]
- ♪ He sits and he dreams ♪

- ♪ Where his hands... ♪
- Don't smile.

♪ An old man of tribal renown... ♪

This is a songline.

Is it?

You can go.

Uh, you don't get to keep that.

Well, the...

The Mic, okay, that's fine,

but the player, can I
have it back, please?

Please?

Oh, thank you. I...

W-where's the tape?

What's on the tape is stolen.
You took it without permission.

No, no, not that one. That's fine.

The other one. It says "Niagara '81."

Please. It's me and my
kid from a long time ago.

It's really important to me. Please.

Thank you.

Yeah. Go, get.

Yeah, thank you.

Young Kevin: Why did Travis
wanna kill the President?

Kevin Sr.: Travis didn't wanna
kill anyone. He's not real.

Young Kevin: I don't get it.

Travis is pretend. He's in the movie.

John is real, and that's
how he got the idea.

Young Kevin: So, John
killed the President because he

- saw it in a movie?
Kevin Sr.: He didn't kill the President.

He tried to kill the President.

- Young Kevin: Why?
- [Kevin Sr. sighs]

Because he's crazy, Kevin.

Young Kevin: But the
President's okay, right?

Kevin Sr.: Yeah, buddy.
The President's fine.

Young Kevin: And there
you have it, folks.

The President is just fine.

Kevin Garvey Jr. reporting.

[Bell ringing]

- Howdy.
- G'day.

Do you deliver mail to the
communities around here?

Yes, sir.

I'm looking for a friend...
Christopher Sunday.

Maybe you have an address for him.

If he's a friend of yours,

why don't you have his address?

I misplaced it.

You need to talk to Sharon.

Okay. Who's Sharon?

She's a Liaison to the
Indigenous Community.

[Sighs] All due respect, friend,
I don't need a Liaison.

I'm a member of the
Indigenous Community.

Sharon's over at the Cultural
Center on Borland Circuit.

Anything else?

Yeah.

I had my mail forwarded.

I heard how helpful you were down here.

Kevin Garvey.

May I see some ID?

Unfortunately, I lost it.

But I can tell you the return address.

One Matthew Jamison. Miracle, Texas.

US of A.

If that's not enough, I
can tell you what's inside.

You know the best-selling
book of all time?

I reckon it's the Bible.

You reckon right, my friend.

And that there... [Tapping]

is the goddamn sequel.

[Choir singing]

Oof.

[Choir singing]

Fucking asshole.

[Muttering]

Full of shit. Jesus.

What?

Motherfucker!

[Phone ringing]

- [Noah babbles]
- Oh, hi, Noah.

Is your daddy home?

Let Mommy, honey.

Hello?

Uh, hello. This is

Frank Johnson from
the Episcopal council.

Can I speak to Reverend Matt Jamison?

- Frank Johnson?
- Yes.

Are you sure this isn't the Former

Police Chief of Mapleton, New York?

Because I know Matt
would wanna talk to him.

[Sighs]

- Who is it?
- It's your buddy in Australia.

I'm taking Noah to the park.

You want me to come?

Not when you have
important work to do, Matt.

- Matt: Hello?
- [Scoffs] Mary seems pissed.

- What'd you do?
- I didn't do anything.

We're just working through some...

We're fine. How are things down under?

[Sighs] Well, Matt,

funny you should ask about
how things are going down here

because it seems like
you don't give a shit.

- What?
- I'm not in it, asshole.

- I'm sorry?
- I'm not in it.

I spent hours talking you
through what I'm doing down here.

There's not a word in your goddamn book.

Well, the book is about
what's happening to your son.

You know, if he were in Australia...

I don't want him in Australia.

I don't want him anywhere
fucking near Australia!

Okay.

Since you clearly weren't
listening the first time I told you,

I am not a part of Kevin Jr.'s story.

He's a part of mine.

He's the one who guided me here.

Why isn't that in your book?

Well, I'm sorry.

W-when did this happen?

When he was eight years old.

Yeah, well, children don't
feature prominently in scripture.

W-what about Abraham's kid?

- Isaac? He was 36.
- No, no.

When Abraham tried to sacrifice him.

He was a grown man. 36 years old.

[Thunder rumbling]

That makes no fucking sense at all.

[Clears throat] Did you, uh...

Did you get the money I sent you?

Yeah, I did. Ha. What's it for?

Well, just to help you out.

Oh, really?

It's not so I'll keep my mouth shut

and not tell my son you're writing

an unauthorized fucking
biography about him?

Kevin, telling him would
not be a good idea.

He needs to just go through his life.

Knowing any of this would
not be in his best interests.

It would be in your best interest

to pick up some scuba gear,

because if I fail down here,

you are gonna be under a fuck
of a lot of water, shithead!

Okay. Best of luck with that, Kevin.

Go fuck yourself, Matt.

[Thunder crashing]

[Rain pouring]

- [Aboriginal man chanting]
- [Sticks clacking]

[Men chanting]

[Didgeridoo playing]

[Aboriginal man singing]

Hello.

[Kevin Sr. grunts]

Excuse me. Is Sharon around?

She's in the crapper.

You can wait in her office.

Oh, great. Thanks.

Do I know you, mate?

I sure hope not.

[Music playing on radio]

_

[Toilet flushes]

- Oh!
- Good afternoon.

You must be Sharon. I'm Frank.

- Hello.
- Is that snake Papunya?

It is indeed. [Chuckles]

- How'd you guess?
- Oh, I'd know Papunya anywhere.

They have a very precise style.

Actually, I painted it myself.

- You did not.
- [Chuckles] I did.

Well, then you are incredibly talented.

[Laughs] So, what
brings you here, Frank?

I'm looking for a cleverman
named Christopher Sunday.

I was told you might
have an address for him.

Well, the name rings a bell,

but if you're making a
documentary, you'll have to go...

No, no, no. Documentaries are boring.

I'm just seeking enlightenment.

I'm only interested in
his wisdom, his counsel,

- nothing else.
- I'd have to accompany you.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

Let me see if I can get
that address for you.

Uh, is this your son?

[Chuckles] My grandson, Ollie.

He wants to be an astronaut.

My son wanted to be an
anchorman on the news.

- Yeah? And did he?
- Nah. He's a cop.

A good one.

And your... Your wife?

She passed.

Cancer.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Thanks.

It was a long time ago.

- Did you find him?
- It seems that,

um, Chris lives in a...

- _
- community just a few...

I'd like you to hear my side.

"Appropriation of sacred
ceremonies without permission,

"theft of creation songs,

"misrepresentation of identity.
Under no circumstances

"should this man be given
access to tribal elders."

Shame on you. You've
stolen from these people.

Really? I've stolen?

Same way your government stole a
whole generation of their children?

We apologized for that!

Shame on you, Sharon.

I have lived among these people.

I am trying to fucking
save these people.

Save them from what?! Oi!

- [Aboriginal man chanting]
- [Sticks clacking]

[Men chanting]

[Sticks clacking]

[Didgeridoo playing]

[Aboriginal man singing]

[Exhales]

[Speaking Aboriginal language]

... Christopher Sunday.

I'm sorry if I mispronounced.

Are you Christopher Sunday?

Chris.

Chris, it's a real honor to meet you.

I am Kevin, Totem of the Bush Snake.

I've come a long way to find you.

You're scared.

I am, yes.

Of what?

Kevin Sr.: I used to hear voices.

They started about five
minutes after it happened,

after people disappeared.

So they put me in an institution.

And there I stayed

arguing with something
nobody else could even see,

fighting it.

And then I stopped fighting.

And I started doing what
the voices told me.

The last thing they
told me was to leave,

to go to Australia.

[Chuckles]

It's a pretty big country you got here.

A little specificity
would've been nice, but

I figured instructions were forthcoming,

and I always wanted to
check out the Opera House,

so I flew to Sydney.

Bought a ticket for Verdi,
put on a nice suit,

and I'm on my way from the hotel

when this guy, this hippie
with a red headband...

walks right up to me and says,

"Do you wanna talk to God?"

That's gotta be it, right?

So I said, "Fuck, yeah,
I wanna talk to God."

And he said,

"Then you've gotta talk
in God's tongue, mate."

God's tongue, it turns out,

is an experimental,
high-end hallucinogen

this guys brews in his basement.

And I wake up

two weeks later

in a hotel room in Perth

on the opposite fucking coast.

There's a smoldering mattress next to me

and a bunch of white dudes
lying around in war paint.

And I have no fucking
memory how I got there

or what happened while I did.

Also,

God did not talk to me.

And I'm thinking this is
a fucking waste of time,

at best, a misguided detour...

when I notice the TV in
the hotel room is on.

And do you know what
I saw on that TV, Chris?

A chicken.

On October the 14th,

a town in the outback lost
its entire population.

A small town, only 14 people.

But all of them vanished,
even the animals.

Every living thing in that town was gone

except for one thing...

An egg.

Two days later, it hatched

and they named him Tony.

At first, nobody took him seriously.

But then rumors started.

Rumors that the chicken
could help people find

whatever they were looking for.

And this is the first
fucking thing I hear

when I wake up from a
two-week acid trip?

It's got to be a fucking sign. So,

I hop on the train

4,000 kilometers back
across the country,

and I go see Tony.

So, I give this guy my money,

guy puts the chicken in front of me,

and says,

"What are you looking for?"

"Well, I don't know
what I'm looking for yet.

That's the point. I
need Tony to tell me."

And the guy says,
"Doesn't work that way."

"You've gotta give Tony
something to look for."

So I said, "Purpose!"

"I want some fucking purpose."

And that very minute,

Tony jumped up on my
pack and starts pecking.

He was pecking...

this.

When my kid was about eight years old,

my wife gave him a tape
recorder for Christmas.

She died about a month later,

so he...

He kept it with him
all the time. All the time.

Well, that summer, I
took him on a road trip

to Niagara Falls.

And he just about drove me nuts...

[Crying]

... recording everything we said.

Excuse me.

[Sighs] I like listening to it.

[Sniffles] This is the
tape that Tony pecked.

I didn't rewind it.

I put it in the player

and waited for one last
voice to tell me what to do.

- [Thunder crashes]
- [Rain pouring]

Young Kevin: You have to sing it.

Kevin Sr.: Oh, come on.

It's for little kids.
You're a big kid now.

Young Kevin: You have
to or it won't stop.

It's gonna get in the car!

Kevin Sr.: We're pulled
over. We're safe.

Young Kevin: Please,
Daddy? Just sing it.

[Kevin Sr. sighs] Okay.

♪ The itsy-bitsy spider ♪

♪ Climbed up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain and
washed the spider out ♪

♪ Out came the sun and
dried up all the rain ♪

♪ And the itsy-bitsy spider
climbed up the spout again. ♪

[Rain stops]

Young Kevin: You did it!

On the seventh-year anniversary
of the Sudden Departure,

I believe the rains will come,

and with them

a great flood.

I have to sing to make it stop.

[Choir singing]

You have to sing?

For the last two years,

I've been working my
way down the songline.

I don't have to tell you every
community has a different part,

so I've had to learn
it piece by piece...

Every sacred site,

every ceremony,

every word.

You want my song?

It's the last one.

[Sighs] The last one.

And it is my understanding

that you are the only man alive

who knows it.

My song is bring the rain, not stopping.

Well,

that's all subject to interpretation.

You want to stop the flood?

I do.

[Water dripping]

Start there.

You got a deal.

Can you see the problem?

Yeah, your swamp cooler's
leaking like a motherfucker.

- Can you fix it, then?
- You got a pipe wrench

- or some duct tape...
- [Horn honking]

Ah, shit!

Oh, shit!

Don't believe a word
that woman says about me.

Remember, we've got a deal!

[Crashes] Oh!

[Siren wailing]

I rolled the other way.
You saw me, right?

I... I tried to miss you.

- Chris, can you hear me?
- Settle down.

I'm just concerned that when we get to

the hospital, they're gonna separate us.

And Chris promised he'd teach me
something. Didn't you, Chris?

Chris, Chris, Chris, nod
if you can hear me.

Otherwise, they're not gonna believe me.

Sit! Sit.

Friend, I am acting in
your best interest.

You are looking at an
initiated Yanmedjaran.

Show a little respect
for your fucking elder.

[Groans]

Uh, I'm sorry I lost it.

You're gonna leave me here? Ah!

- [Groans]
- [Door closes]

Fuck me!

Fucking, fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Young Kevin: I don't think this
is the way we're supposed to go.

[Kevin Sr. sighs] Garvey men

don't follow a highlighter
on a goddamn triptych, son.

Young Kevin: But what if we get lost?

Kevin Sr.: AAA wants you
to take the interstates

to get you to drive by
the AAA Howard Johnsons

and the AAA giant balls of twine.

You want a real adventure,

you gotta chart your own course.

[Music playing]

♪ Well, I love a rainy night,
I love a rainy night ♪

♪ I love to hear the thunder ♪

♪ Watch the lightning when
it lights up the sky ♪

♪ You know it makes me feel good ♪

♪ Well, I love a rainy night,
it's such a beautiful sight ♪

♪ I love to feel the rain on my face ♪

♪ Taste the rain on my lips ♪

♪ In the moonlight shadows ♪

♪ Showers wash all my cares away ♪

♪ I wake up to a sunny day ♪

[Over radio] ♪ 'Cause
I love a rainy night ♪

♪ Yeah, I love a rainy night ♪

♪ Well, I love a rainy night ♪

- ♪ Well, I... ♪
- [Engine turns off]

Hey!

Stop! Ah!

Hey! Stop!

Stop! Ah!

Man, what are you doing?

They didn't take me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, slow down.

- [Lighter opens]
- Let's just talk for a sec.

They didn't take me.

Buddy, they didn't take most of us.

You're not alone, trust me.

But that was seven years ago.

Would you kill a baby

if it would cure cancer?

What?

Would you kill a baby

if it would cure cancer?

No.

[Sighs]

That is exactly what I said.

[Lighter clicks]

Wait!

Whoa, shit!

- [Explosion]
- Ah!

[Groaning]

[Crickets chirping]

Please let there be water.

Please let there be some goddamn water.

Fucking alcoholic.

Jesus.

I know what you're trying to do,

but it's not gonna work!

You can't stop me, asshole!

[Thunder crashing]

No!

No! No!

- No!
- [Thunder crashing]

No!

[Flies buzzing]

[Exhales]

Please.

[Static crackling]

[Distorted] Kevin Garvey Jr. Reporting.

[Groans]

[Whimpering]

No. God.

[Crying]

God.

[Grunts]

[Pants]

Buddy, I know you're my totem, but

I got some bad news for you.

If I go down, I don't
think I'm getting up.

So...

I need to eat you.

I'm sorry.

Know that

you gave your life...

For something greater than yourself.

[Grunts, Panting]

- [Snake hisses]
- Oh!

Ah! [Grunting]

[Panting]

[Grunting]

Come on! [Grumbling]

[Groans]

Shit!

[Music playing]

♪ Little Jesus ♪

♪ Sweetly sleep ♪

♪ Do not stir ♪

♪ We will lend ♪

♪ a coat of fur ♪

♪ We will rock you ♪

♪ Rock you, rock you ♪

♪ We will rock you ♪

♪ Rock you, rock you ♪

♪ See the fur to ♪

♪ keep you warm ♪

♪ Snugly round your ♪

♪ tiny form ♪

♪ Mary's little ♪

♪ baby, sleep ♪

♪ Sweetly sleep ♪

♪ Sleep in comfort ♪

♪ Slumber deep ♪

♪ We will rock you ♪

♪ Rock you, rock you ♪

♪ We will rock you ♪

♪ Rock you, rock you ♪

♪ We will serve you ♪

♪ all we can ♪

♪ Darling, darling... ♪

- Help.
- ♪ ... little man. ♪

[Dog panting]

Oh, hey there.

[Grunts]

[Exhales]

[Grunts, sniffs]

[Sighs]

Oh.

Oh, no.

Fucker!

Oh, oh!

Hello?

Anybody here?

[Phone ringing]

[Groans]

- [Phone beeps]
- Hello?

Man: Will you accept a collect
international call from...

Kevin Sr.'s voice: Kevin Garvey Sr.

All right, fine.

[Clicks]

Do you know what time it is here?

I don't care what time
it is. What day is it?

- What?
- What day is it?

How long since we last talked?

Uh, that was three weeks ago.

Oh, shit.

That's just, like, eight days left.

Shit!

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Kevin.

Uh, I'm actually glad you called.

Could you send a photocopy
of the book back to me?

- I... I gave the original...
- I threw it away.

- What?
- Doesn't matter.

Look, I... I need you to
call the Kurripa Hospital.

That's Kur-rip-pa.

Find out if there's a patient
there named Christopher Sunday.

Matt?

You threw it away?

My friend, you've gotta move
past that dumb book of yours.

I don't know where I am,
but once I find out,

I'm gonna need your help in
getting to this hospital.

- Kevin.
- Yeah?

Go fuck yourself.

- [Clicks, disconnect tone]
- [Phone beeps]

[Hammer banging]

[Dog barking]

- Hey there!
- Hello.

You're building a boat.

Uh-huh.

For the flood.

I need to get to the
hospital in Kurripa.

Any chance you guys could
give me a ride there?

Lady of the house will take better
care of you than the hospital.

No, I'm fine. Anybody here
know Christopher Sunday?

Oh, yeah, sure. We all know each other.

It's a tiny country.

Man: I know Chris.

You're the fella that landed on him.

He's dead.

He's dead?

Shit.

[Groaning]

"Caleb's arthritis."

You Caleb?

I'm in pain, buddy.

[Music playing]

Mm.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

[Groans]

[Music continues]

Woman: Let him up.

[Sniffs]

Woman: Okay, let him up!

- [Insects chirping]
- [Water sloshing]

[Splashing]

Hey.

What are you ladies up to?

[Grunts]

Oh, come on.

Hello.

Hi.

Would you like some tea?

How's your arm?

Itches like hell.

We get a lot of brown and
tiger snakes out here.

I gave you antivenom for
both just to be safe.

Much obliged.

You looked through my photos.

I was hungry. It was in the fridge.

What's your name?

Grace.

Nice to meet you.

- I'm Kev...
- I just killed a man.

Okay.

I'll turn myself in tomorrow.

The other ladies you saw,
they had nothing to do with it.

I'm hoping you'll consider leaving them

out of whatever you tell the police.

Are you all alone out here?

Yes.

Your family's gone?

Yes.

On the 14th?

It was the 15th here.

Fuck. I keep forgetting that.

You were with them?

I was in town

at the Big W.

The register girl vanished
right in front of me.

She was holding my box of Weet-Bix.

Took it with her.

I knew what it was the
moment it happened.

The Rapture.

I finally made it home the next night.

I already knew the chapel would be

empty before I stepped foot inside.

Their Bibles...

Liam's, Abigail's,

David's, Samantha's,

Jimmy's, Sam,

my husband, his Bible, too.

All in a nice, neat row.

And when I saw them in that moment...

I felt so blessed...

because God showed me.

He gave me confirmation that
my family now sat by his side.

For two years, I spread his word.

For two years, I endured...

and held true.

Then I received a phone call.

Remains had been found on my property.

The remains of five children.

Just bones.

Bleached in the sun.

The phones were down.

They had no way of knowing
if I was ever coming home

or if I had simply vanished
like their father had.

So, they set out on foot...

Across the flats...

Alone.

I thought they had gone, you see?

Gone with everyone else.

I never even considered
searching for them.

If I had...

I took the cross from the chapel

and brought it out there...

To mark the place where they died.

The place where I found you.

This was in your hand.

A page written like scripture.

One I'd never seen or heard of before.

"It tells of a man,

"a police chief named Kevin...

"who drowned and passed
into the land of the dead

"and spoke to them.

"Who freed them from their pain

"and rose again."

Just 20 kilometers from here...

there's a police Chief named Kevin.

What are the chances of that?

It had to be him.

So, I went to him, to Kevin,

and I asked for his help.

And when he refused,

I drowned him...

Because I thought he was testing me.

Because I thought he'd come back.

And once I'd proven my faith,

he would have no choice

but to help me talk to my children

one last time.

So, I thought you were sent by God.

Sent with a message just for me.

But you're not an angel.

There is no message.

And God doesn't care about me.

It's all just a story I told myself.

[Scoffs]

[Crying] It's just a
stupid, silly story.

And I believed it because...

I've gotta be crazy, haven't I?

[Sighs]

No, Grace.

I don't think you're crazy at all.

You just got the wrong Kevin.

- [Aboriginal man chanting]
- [Sticks clacking]

[Men chanting]

- [Sticks clacking]
- [Didgeridoo playing]

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