All language subtitles for The leftovers S03E07

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We'll burn you up good.

What about you?

- I wanna be stuffed.
- Excuse me?

Stuffed. Like, you know, taxidermy.

You don't have to
display me prominently.

Just stick me in the corner
of the bedroom or something.

- I'll get it.
- No, she'll settle.

Okay, I'll stuff you.

On one condition.

Shoot.

I get to put a beard on you.

Why?

Because I'm the one that has to
have sex with that abomination.

I'm gonna dress it up how I want.

You want
me to grow a beard.

Do I?

Shit! This is it.

Wake up. Wake the fuck up.

Wake up. Wake up, wake
up, wake up, wake up!

God damn it! Shit, this is it.
It's today!

It's today. Wake up!

- What's going on?
- What happened?

What happened is your wife fucking
drugged us, talked him out of it.

Now the goddamn flood's coming,

and we're all gonna fucking die.

- His horse is here.
- Huh?

- His horse is here.
- What?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Help me!

Come on! Get him off that!

Get him out!

Get him the fuck out!

Get him off, God damn it!

Get him off!

Stop!

Stop!

- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?

I'm doing what you asked me to do.

I thought we'd do it together.

I know what you want me to say to Evie.
Anything else?

No.

My children.

You saw the photos. Do you
remember their names?

Liam, Abigail, David, Samantha, Jimmy.

Thank you.

You want me to find Christopher Sunday,

learn the song, so you can
stop the flood, right?

Right.

Then let go.

Kevin Harvey.

No. No! Please, please, please, please.

Don't.

Kilo Hotel is secure.

I repeat, Kilo Hotel is secure.

Mr. Harvey.

Is that your place up there?

Yeah.

Well, are you gonna invite me in?

You got any other reflective surfaces?

TV screens, glassware,
stainless steel pots?

Uh, no.

The fuck are these?

Uh, my sunglasses.

No reflective surfaces.

Do not look into them no matter what.

That's how they found you.

Yeah. Right.

"He stood on the bow of The Merciful...

the water endlessly stretching
to the infinite horizon

as he contemplated the impossible
distance between them,

but he would not stop
until he found her."

What, are you writing a book?

There's no shame in it.

What you do in your
time is your business.

Unfortunately,

folks in your line of
work don't get to retire.

I'm an assassin.

Yes, sir, Mr. Harvey.

So, let's get assassinating, shall we?

Who's the target?

President.

- The president?
- Of the United States.

And based on our intel, in,
well, just under two hours

he's gonna start an
unsanctioned nuclear war.

And you are the only man alive who
can get to him before he does.

Mr. Harvey, you gonna have
trouble putting him down?

No.

But I'm gonna need
something in exchange.

Okay. What?

I need to find some people.

Five kids...

Liam, Abigail, Samantha,
David, and Jimmy Playford.

I also need to talk to a woman
named Evangeline Murphy

and a man... Christopher Sunday.

Christopher Sunday?

The Prime Minister of Australia?

Yeah.

Man, you want that
kind of high-level access,

you're gonna have to talk
to the boss yourself.

Here. Stick that in your ear.

You'll hear him, he'll hear you.

He'll talk you through
this whole shit show.

Now, the evac chopper
is two minutes out.

You're gonna
wanna get yourself dressed.

Testing,
one, two, three.

Testing, one, two, three.

Are you receiving me?

- Who is this?
- Mission control.

Do I know you?

♪ I'm sitting in the railway station ♪

♪ Got a ticket to my destination ♪

♪ Mm... ♪

You made me sing.

I met you on the bridge.

And do you remember, Mr. Harvey,

what I said to you that
night on the bridge

when I whispered in your ear?

You said I was the most
powerful man in the world.

Goddamn right, you are.

Now, go pick up that piece of
mirror and look at yourself.

I thought I wasn't supposed
to look in reflective...

Shut up. You wanna get
what you came here for?

Pick up that mirror
and look at yourself.

Yeah! Yeah!

Here we go! Whoo!

Um...

G'day... g'day, Melbourne.

Um...

Thank you for the warm welcome.

This isn't my first time visiting
the other side of the world.

Every time I'm here,

it gets harder and harder to leave.

Yeah! Yeah!

Uh...

I've come to talk to you
today about marriage.

For millennia, we have believed marriage

as a cornerstone of our civilization.

Our party, however, does
not share this opinion.

We believe that marriage is the
single most destructive idea

ever conceived of by humankind.

That's why in my first
hundred days in office,

I introduced legislation...

I'm the president.

Um, and as... as president, my friends,

tradition is powerful.

In the early days of our movement,

it was mandatory that all
members smoke cigarettes

and refrain from speaking,

but we realized those
traditions were stupid.

Now, it's an understandable concern.

If there is no marriage,
what happens to the family?

What happens to the children?

And so we decided to have
a worldwide essay contest

to answer that question
in their own words.

We have one of the finalists
from that contest here

with us today.

He is joined by his brothers
and sisters for his essay

titled "Why I Don't Need a
Mommy and a Daddy Anymore."

Please welcome Australia's own...

um...

Liam Playford.

Liam...

why aren't you wearing any shoes?

That's weird. Yeah.

Your shoes. You're not
wearing any shoes.

Where are they?

Why does it matter?

Well, somebody wants...

somebody in your family wants to know.

But you said there is no family.

♪ Love ♪

♪ Love will keep us together ♪

♪ Think of me, babe, whenever ♪

♪ Some sweet-talking girl comes along... ♪

♪ Singing her song ♪

- ♪ Don't mess around... ♪
- Sir, we have a situation.

We need to move you now.

No, wait. I, uh...

I have to... I have to talk to that girl.

No, we haven't got time for that, sir.

We need to get you to a secure location.

I'm not going fucking anywhere
until I talk to that girl.

Okay, I'll get her.

Get him to the car.

This way, please, sir.

Mr. President, Chief
of Staff on the phone.

- Hello?
- Mr. President,

it appears Ukrainian separatists

have taken control of an
armed nuclear submarine,

and they'll have launch
capability within two hours.

You're being brought to a bunker,

which you will access with your
unique biometrics once inside.

- Sorry, my unique biometrics?
- Yes, sir.

The door can only be unlocked
by you and you alone

unless you have an
identical twin brother,

which would be ridiculous.

Yeah, that would be ridiculous.

Sir, do I have your permission
to move us to DEFCON 2?

Um, what DEFCON are we at right now?

- We're at DEFCON 3, sir.
- Uh, DEFCON 2 is worse?

Yes, sir, it's worse.

Let's jut stay where we're at right now

until we have more, um, intel.

With all due respect, sir,

I don't think the Secretary of Defense

is going to be happy about that.

Yeah, well, fuck the
Secretary of Defense.

Mr. President,

the girl you asked for.

- She's coming with me.
- Sir, she's a civilian.

She can't travel in the
presidential limo.

She's coming with me alone.

That's an order.

Looks like rain.

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

Do you know that I'm not the
President of the United States?

I sure do.

I have a message for
you from your father.

My father?

John.

He wants me to tell you...

he wants you to know...

that you're loved.

Is there anything you
want me to tell him?

Are you fucking serious?

My father was murdered...

my mother, my brother...

all of them gone in an instant

because of a drone strike
ordered by your administration.

No. N-no, that's not what happened.

You were killed.

What?

I'm not dead.

I'm right fucking here, asshole.

You said you knew that I
wasn't the president.

You're not! You're just a puppet.

That speech you just gave?
Were those even your words?

Because it didn't sound like you
believed a single thing you were saying.

You just do what they tell you to do.

- That's not true.
- Yeah, it is.

What do you want?

Are you okay?

Stop!

Stop the car!

You need to stop the car!

All right, stand back.

Give him some air.

I was just with Evie.

You... you saw her?

I delivered your message.

Your children were there, too.

All of them?

Yeah, all of them.

They were all okay?

They didn't know what
happened to their shoes.

Did you get the song?

I was working on it.

Why'd you pull me out of the pond?

There is no pond.

The whole fucking ranch is flooded.

Take me to the bathroom.

Whoa, hold on. You
can't keep doing this.

- Yes, he can.
- No, look at him!

You got what you wanted. Now
you're worried about him?

Out there is the goddamn flood.

That's why we're fucking doing this.

It's not why he's doing this.

Why else would I be doing this?

I don't know. Why would you?

- Out!
- No. No!

Come on! Kevin!

- Dad, stop.
- Don't do this!

- Kevin!
- Everyone's got a fucking opinion.

- Kevin!
- Dad, stop. Let's go.

You okay?

I'm cold.

If I could do this instead of you,

I would.

I know.

But the secure location

can only be accessed by
my exact biometrics.

Is... is that supposed
to make sense to me?

It doesn't make sense to me.

I love you, son.

I love you, too.

You're gonna have to hold me down.

You all right, sir?

Yeah. I need to talk to the
Australian prime minister.

- Sorry?
- The Australian prime minister.

Christopher Sunday. I need
to talk to him right now.

Well, sir, there's a secure
comms room inside the bunker.

We just need to confirm your ID,

and you can talk to whoever you want.

Just wanna try the scanner
again, please, sir.

Yeah.

Identity confirmed.

Excellent.

Now your penis, please, sir.

- My what?
- Your penis.

Place it on the other
scanner, please, sir.

Why?

Mr. President, due to
advancements in plastic surgery,

anyone with enough resources
can copy a person's face.

But your, uh... your penis, sir,

well, they're not gonna
go to that length.

Woman's VOICE: Identity confirmed.

Confirmed.

Can we go in now?

Just the three
authentication questions, sir.

What was the name of your
favorite childhood pet?

We didn't have one. My mom was allergic.

Correct.

Your favorite movie?

"Godfather."

Part two.

Correct.

Name of your Secretary of Defense?

Um...

Sir, I need a name.

Patti Levin.

Correct.

Good to see you, Mr. President.

I wish the circumstances were different,

but it appears the shit
has hit the fan, sir.

Let's get to the situation room.

Mr. President, for
reasons I cannot fathom,

we remain at DEFCON 3.

This is the case containing
the nuclear football,

which will give you
remote launch capability.

What's in that one?

Never mind about that.

Just pray we don't have to open it.

Sir, in order to arm the device,

you need to verbally take
us down to DEFCON 1.

You are aware of the situation, yes?

- Yeah, of course...
- So, you know, sir,

that Ukrainian separatists
have seized control

of a nuclear submarine.

They will be weapons hot
in less than an hour.

Our only option is to strike first,

which is why you need to
take us down to DEFCON 1.

Uh, I have to make a phone call first.

To who?

The Prime Minister of Australia.

Gentlemen, can the president
and I have the room, please?

Yes, if you can...

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

All this time, years of planning,

we are minutes away from
making this happen,

and you are dicking
around about DEFCON 1!

- I don't have...
- You don't have any what?

You don't have any balls?

What?!

Sorry to interrupt, Mr. President,

but the vice president is here

and she's demanding to speak to you.

She?

Fuck her.

Tell her to go away.

She doesn't know about this.

Let her in.

Yes, sir, of course.

Madam Vice President.

You're being played, sir.

- Wha... what?
- You're being played.

I just got off the
phone with the Kremlin

who confirms that there is no submarine,

no separatists.

This is a smoke screen.

You have been fed bogus intel.

I don't get fed, I feed.

And you clearly have no goddamn
idea what's happening around here.

Then enlighten me.

I couldn't enlighten you with
a fucking thousand-watt bulb.

- Tell her about the plan.
- I'm not telling her jack shit.

If you want me to bring us
down to DEFCON 1, tell her.

Fine.

We are going to vaporize

every man, woman, and
child on the planet.

It's the seventh anniversary
of the departure,

and there is reasonable
expectation out there

that the world's gonna end.

So, we're gonna fire our
nukes at the Russians

and they're gonna retaliate,
and then that's it.

We're all torched.

No one wakes up tomorrow disappointed
that nothing fucking happened.

We give the people what they're
too chickenshit to do themselves,

what they elected us for.

We give them what they want.

And they want to die.

Well, that's not gonna work.

You can't launch without going
through the Fisher Protocol.

You know about the Fisher Protocol?

Of course I do.

Prove it.

It's an ethical deterrent.

The nuclear launch key was surgically
embedded into the heart of a volunteer.

In order for the president

to be able to blow up millions of
people with the push of a button,

he has to extract that key

by murdering the volunteer himself.

But since I don't see
that volunteer here,

you can't launch shit.

What?

The volunteer is coming through the
east entrance of this facility

in 15 minutes.

And how is he gonna make it
through the security door?

He's my identical twin brother.

Well, it sounds like you two have
really thought this through.

I guess I should go handle my affairs.

I guess you should.

Mr. President.

Yeah.

All righty, sir.

May we go down to DEFCON 1 now?

I just need to make my call.

You can make your call after
you take us to DEFCON 1.

Just say it into the device.

We're at DEFCON 1.

What the fuck!

What the fuck?

You can't leave, sir.

Your order initiated a full lockdown.

I told you I had to make a fucking call!

Hey!

Do you
have eyes on the entrance?

- Yeah, I see it.
- Good.

Take out the Secret Service
agents and get in there.

There are no Secret Service agents.

It's a trap. They want me to go in.

They wanna cut me open.

Do you think I don't know that?

Well, if you knew that, why the
fuck wouldn't you tell me?

Because I'm covering my asset.

- What asset?
- I have someone on the inside.

Leave your weapon, enter the door,

and they'll take care of
you once you're inside.

You want me to go in
there without a gun?

"Hence it comes about that all unarmed
prophets have been victorious,

and all armed prophets
have been destroyed."

That's from Machiavelli.

Put your faith in me, Mr. Harvey.

Identity confirmed.

Stop right there!

Stop! Down!

Down on the stairs. Get down!

Show us your hands!

- Show us your fucking hands!
- Here!

- Don't move.
- Did you fucking sell me out?

Don't you fucking move.

Hey, are you there?

I said don't fucking move!

Jesus.

You look just fucking like him.

The president is in the situation room.

It's in lockdown, but the code is 6969.

And please make sure you fucking
kill the Secretary of Defense.

- Where's the comms room?
- What?

The comms room. I need to make a call.

Do you know what's inside of you?

Yes.

Then you know that the
president will not hesitate

to cut you open and pull it out.

I mean, I know this man.

He is cold and he is merciless.

You think he gives a shit about you

if he's willing to end the world?

I thought that's what you people wanted.

They're all liars.

They say they don't believe in love

and they don't feel pain.

I feel pain.

And I'm in love.

I'm in love with the most
wonderful man I have ever known.

Uh-huh.

And who's that?

His name is God.

Tell
her I love her, too.

Where's the comms room?

What is it with you and
the fucking comms room?

I thought you were an assassin.

I mean, who do you need
to communicate with?

Well, maybe I'm in love, too.

Oh, please.

Where is the comms room?

It's fucking up the hall, to the right!

What's happening?
What was that noise?

I don't know. You tell me. You're God.

That was just a pick-up line.

Did you fucking kill her?

Hey. Hey, Harvey!

Hey! Harvey!

Mr. President.

You shaved.

I need to talk to the Prime
Minister of Australia.

Christopher Sunday.

Is there a problem, Officer?

No, sir.

He'll come out here, Mr. President.

- Give us the room.
- Sir, this is my post.

Give us the fucking room.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you Christopher Sunday?

Yes.

My name is Kevin,

and I know this is gonna sound crazy...

but you're not the Prime
Minister of Australia.

My father,

he came to you for a song.

A song to stop the rain.

There's no song to stop the rain.

What?

I told your father,
but he didn't listen.

No. No, no, no. Look, you
have to give me something.

I have to bring him something.

He... he needs this.

- There's a flood...
- Do you believe that?

Believe what?

Do you believe your father

can sing a song and stop the flood?

No.

Then why are you here?

Don't move.

Mr. President,

can I have my glasses back, please?

Sounds like they got him.

I don't wanna do this anymore.

Do what, Mr. President?

Stop fucking calling me that!

I'm not the president!

You're not the fucking
Secretary of Defense.

Oh, yes, yes, I am.

You named me Secretary of Defense.

You were asked who did you
want in this position,

and you named me.

You summoned me out of retirement

and I came back

because I owed you.

You helped me, Kevin.

And now I'm here to help you.

Help me how?

Well, what do you want?

I wanna go home.

Do you?

What?

It's just that

you've been known to say that before,

and yet you keep leaving
home and coming here.

I'm sensing a lot of
internal contradictions

from you, Kevin.

It sounds like something you
need to work out with yourself.

I'm gonna take these off

because I know you're here

of your own free will,

and the last thing you wanna do

is hurt yourself.

♪ The Kevins ♪

♪ Identical Kevins all the way ♪

♪ One pair of matching bookends ♪

♪ Different as night and day. ♪

All right, gentlemen.

Let's get to the hard part, shall we?

I, Patricia Levin,

in my capacity as Secretary of Defense

hereby invoke the Fisher Protocol,

overriding the Heart Deterrent

pursuant to the nuclear
command authority

granted by Article Two, Section
Two of the US Constitution.

The president shall make an incision

two inches below the sternum of
the volunteer... that's you...

whereupon the president,

gaining access from beneath the ribcage,

shall manually extract the launch key

from behind the left atrium.

In recognition of his service,

the volunteer shall receive a
posthumous Congressional Medal of Honor

applicable if Congress exists,

which it will not.

May God have mercy on your
soul if there is a God,

which there is not.

I'm not fucking killing him.

Good, because I'm not
fucking letting him.

Gentlemen, language.

Fuck you!

I'm not understanding the problem.

The problem is that this is stupid!

I don't care about any of this bullshit.

- It doesn't make any sense!
- It doesn't?

No! Why the fuck would I
volunteer to be cut open?

I don't know. Why would you?

- I wouldn't!
- And yet here you are.

Knowing full well what is inside of you,

you kept moving forward
towards this very room

and the one person powerful
enough to take it out.

I think you should tell him
about the book you wrote.

What book?

The romance novel.

That's him. He... he wrote it.
That's him.

- What? No. N-no, I didn't.
- Yeah, you did.

It's the one that was in the typewriter

- in the fucking beach house.
- I know.

- I was there, but it's not fucking mine.
- Boys, boys.

I think we can all agree you
both wrote the same book.

No, we didn't!

Well, I'm sorry it's come to this,

but I have no choice.

I received a call from the CIA

that the president was
keeping a secret journal

hidden behind the portrait of
Millard Fillmore in the Oval.

As this was clearly a
national security issue,

I had no choice but to procure it.

I'd like you to read this for us.

No.

What about you?

No.

Fine, I'll do it myself.

Sorry, I just need my glasses.

For fuck's sake.

"Untitled Romance Novel.

- Chapter One."
- Just read the last page.

Ending's better.

"The port was alive with strange faces.

It was dawn by the time
he found an old salt

willing to part with a vessel

for what bullion he had left...

a cutter with a Bermuda rig
called 'The Merciful, '

its sails ragged and ripped,

its compass cracked,

its rotten hull just barely
able to cut the breakers.

But it would be enough
to make his escape.

It wasn't for another hour when
he was a mile from the docks

that his thoughts turned back to her.

He imagined her alone.

By now, she would've searched
the house and found it empty.

She had suspected it all along,

and now she knew he was a coward.

A coward dressed in the
uniform of a brave man.

Brave enough to cross two oceans
and a continent to find her,

to fight countless enemies, and
yet in the end, he was terrified.

He was terrified of her...

to lie beside her,

to be comforted by her as he wept,

to show her he was small,

for her to know that and touch his cheek

and whisper words softly into his ear.

All of that was a nightmare.

All he knew to do was run.

He took a deep breath of the air,

tasting the salt on his tongue,

and closed his eyes,

leaning into the spray as The
Merciful picked up speed

and sailed for the horizon.

He was alone,

and all was well."

Take this thing out of me.

Why?

So we can't ever come back here again.

We fucked up with Nora.

Let's go watch.

I thought you were gone.

It was raining so hard and I got scared.

So I came up here.

Okay.

I don't think I'm ready to come down.

Now what?

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