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After the 14th,
the whole world needed
to feel better.

We were all in
emotional distress.

Why do you think I joined
a fucking cult?

You were a good
husband Kevin,

but I think I'm supposed to
stay broken.

It's free.

I need to fly
to Australia.

The only reason you
even know where Kevin is,

is because he called me.

I'm Dr. Eden and that
is Dr. Bekker.

We are sending people
to the destination

the others went seven years ago.

Go home, Ms. Durst.
This isn't for you.

How long before
you move past it?

You lost your kids.

My kids are not dead.
They are just gone.

Then, you should
go be with them.

This tells of a Police Chief
named Kevin,

who passed into the land
of the dead and spoke to them.

I don't think you're crazy,
Grace.

You just got the wrong Kevin.

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I gave up.

After the four
miscarriages,

we tried IVF.

40 grand
for three eggs.

We joked about how we were
gonna end up with triplets

and whether we should
make their names rhyme.

But none of them stuck.

Not the names,
the eggs.

And that was that.

I gave up.

No baby for me.

And then
five years went by

and we finally stopped
bullshitting about adoption,

and then it just...

happened.

I was pregnant.

And he was...

perfect.

His name is Sam.

Six months later,
I walk into the Laundromat

and I strap him
into his car seat.

And he was crying,

so I didn't kiss him.

I knew that
once the car was moving,
he'd calm down.

And then he was gone.

So, I sit in the parking lot
and wait all day,

because he could
come back, right?

They could all
come back.

And if they did,
it'd be on the exact spot
where they disappeared from.

So, my son,
who doesn't even
know how to crawl,

I mean, he didn't.

It's been two years.
Maybe he's older now?

But he could just reappear
in a fucking parking lot.

And if I'm not there,

if I'm not there
when he comes back,

what happens?

Do you think
he even remembers me?

I should stop.

That's what
my husband said.

I need to give up,
right?

Right?

Are you gonna
say something?

You know there are two
of those bitches in white
standing out front right now,

smoking their
fucking cigarettes?

They probably think
your patients are
easy pickings.

If I asked them
to tell me what to do,

they'd at least
write it down for me.

Is that
what I should do?

Tell me
what to fucking do.

I don't know.

Tell me what to do.

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ So you want to die,
commit suicide ♪

♪ Dial 1-800-Cyanide line ♪

♪ Far as life,
yo, it ain't worth it ♪

♪ Put a rope around your neck
and jerk it ♪

♪ The trick didn't work ♪

♪ Your life was fucked up
from the first day of birth ♪

♪ After watching Jackie Gleason
walk into a precinct ♪

♪ Gun down the captain
for no fucking reason ♪

♪ And get some LSD
or a drink from the bar ♪

♪ Get behind your wheel
and crash the car ♪

♪ Like Desert Storm ♪

♪ Got bombs for the war ♪

♪ Confront an alligator ♪

♪ Let it eat you raw ♪

♪ Back to the function,
riding the caboose to hell ♪

♪ Bzzt,
touched the third rail ♪

♪ You fucked up, chicken ♪

♪ Now you just got fried ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide,
it's a suicide ♪

♪ 'Cause we all die. ♪

Hey, Pop.

Hey, Lorelei.

What you got there?

Shoes.

It's one hell of a shiner.

You should see
the other guy.

I take it your husband
told you we were here.

Which husband?

I heard you were with
the good Reverend Jamison.

He coming, too?

No.

He gave me something
for you, though.

He says he's sorry
he didn't put you in
his fucking book.

Who torched it?

Your son.

Is he here?

He was.

Right now, he's off
having himself a think.

A think about what?

We asked him to die.

Again.

Whatever
is happening here...

I wanna be
a part of it.

- What happened?
- Dog bit me.

I'm fine.
Just a little rabies.

- Is it them?
- You tell me.

Dr. Bekker
and Dr. Eden.

Yeah, that's them.

Told you it was
the right house.

They don't look
like physicists to me.

What are physicists
supposed to look like?

I don't know.
Shouldn't they be wearing
lab coats or something?

So, now what?

Now?
Now we wait.

So, I wake up,
my leg is killing me.

I got a tube in my arm,
another one up my dick,

Christopher Sunday
is dead,

and I don't know
where I am

or how the fuck
I got there.

And by there,
I mean here.

So, I am
discom-fucking-bobulated.

I'm lost.
I'm in fucking agony.

I am in so much pain,
I can't fucking see straight.

So, I got my hands
on some of the dog's pain pills.

I popped them
and soon realized

they were a bit more powerful
than the human variety.

So, I passed out hard,

and when I wake up,
I go outside,

and that is the first time
I lay eyes upon this young lady.

And she was drowning
the police officer?

Mm-hmm.

Whose name is Kevin.

Correct.

It was
a horrible mistake,

and I will be
taking responsibility
for what I've done.

I'm not sure
she understands.

I understand.

You want
to drown Kevin

so that he can go to this place
where the dead people are.

And while he's there,
he's going to learn a song
from one of the dead people

and he's gonna bring
that song back to you

so you can sing it
and stop the biblical flood
that's gonna happen tomorrow.

That about covers it.

And-- and you've told
all this to Kevin

and he's actually
considering it.

Yeah.

He got
one of Grace's horses,

headed out,
said he'd be
back by sundown.

And you think that Evie...

that she's
in this place, too?

Why wouldn't she be?

Well, so everybody
wants something.

A brain, a heart,
courage.

Kevin's
in the Emerald City.

He's the one that's
gonna give it to you.

All right, Dorothy.
Let's have it.

Tell us we're lunatics.

Yeah, it sounds
crazy, but...

these are
crazy times, huh?

So, when Kevin comes back,
you're not gonna jam us up?

No.

I'm not gonna
jam you up.

You don't think
he's coming back.

Well, it's a lot to--
to put on someone,

asking for
all that help.

I mean, if it were me,
I would just keep riding.

Get as far from this
as possible.

But Kevin,
he'll come back.

He always does.

G'day.
Miss Playford?

No, sir.

And who might you be?

My name
is Maria Carmen Rodriguez.

Date of birth--
08-30-80.

This is a copy
of this morning's
"Las Noticias."

This was my choice
and mine alone.

I indemnify all others.

I'm of sound mind
and body

and give consent
to go--

to go wherever they went.

Amen.

So, the two women in that house,
they recorded this?

One would assume.

And we're also assuming
they're just gonna lead us

right to this device
they told you about?

You don't
have to stay, Laurie.

You can go help Kevin.

Kevin's still
at the airport.

Last I checked,
all the flights
were grounded.

Well, Michael and John
will call me if they need me.

I'm happy
to keep helping here.

You already helped
by finding me the address.

Oh, come on.
You're not gonna let me see
this suicide machine for myself?

- It's not a suicide machine.
- It's not?

'Cause it sure seems like
an incredibly elegant way
to kill yourself.

If I was gonna kill myself,
I'd just go scuba diving.

What?

There are lots of ways to die
when you're scuba diving.

Your oxygen tank
can break.

You can get
a bubble in your blood
that gives you a stroke.

I know.
I'm certified.

And Laurie Murphy
was certified.

She had logged hundreds
of hours underwater,

but accidents happen.

What a senseless
tragedy.

And then Jill
and Tom and John

are standing there
at the funeral,

and they're protected.

They'll never know
that you twisted the knob
the wrong direction

because you wanted to.

And just like that,
you were gone.

Clean,
quiet certainty.

Fully explained.

Now, that's fucking elegant.

Can I have a napkin, please?

Or if you're going
for inelegant,

you could just do it
like Matt here.

Know your cancer's back,

tell no one...

...get no treatment,

pray for divine
fucking intervention.

- That's not fair.
- Yes, it is.

I deserve that.

You-- you don't wanna
kill yourself.

I know suicidal when I see it.

You know suicidal
when you see it?

Is that one
of your psychic powers?

- I don't have
psychic powers.
- Mm!

Oh, that's right.
It's John who's psychic.

Come on.
You know how it works.

I don't, actually,
because I never
got a reading.

Why don't you do me?

What?

If I came to your house
and John took my handprint

and I sat down
across from him at the table

and I told him that
I wanted to talk to my kids,

what would you tell him
to say to me in his
little earpiece?

We don't do departures.

Uh, do our parents.

They're dead.

Okay.

Um, well, I'd start
on the Internet.

Look at social media,
pictures,

um, personal details.

Like, your parents,
how did they die?

In a fire
when we were kids.

I didn't know that.

Oh, fuck my parents.

I wanna talk
to my kids.

I just told you, Nora.
We don't do departures.

You did departures when you
and your pals had life-size
replicas made of my family

and then sat them down
at my kitchen table.

Come on.

Let me have it.

I can't, Nora.
I'm sorry.

Why not?

Because we tried it,
and it doesn't work.

We had to stop
after the third time
John was attacked.

Yeah. Look,
death is easy.

People just want finality,
an end to their grief.

But with departures,
there is no end.

And if we
indicated otherwise

by just saying
we were able to communicate
with those individuals,

it made their loved ones
very, very angry.

Because they didn't
want closure.

I want
fucking closure.

I know.

That's why we're here.

♪ Kneel at the cross ♪

♪ Christ will meet you
there ♪

♪ Come while he waits... ♪

- He's gonna find that body.
- Well, let's hope he doesn't.

It's gonna be okay,
sweetie.

Matt gave this to you?

- Is he okay?
- Yeah, he's fine.

He's still with Nora.

And where is Nora?

Uh, sorry.
I can't disclose that.

You can't disclose it?

Look, when we all
found Nora in the hotel,

you said you were
going to the airport
to be with Kevin.

And he wasn't there.

So, I called him

and he actually
answered his phone.

He said he was here
and that we should come.

- So, why didn't you tell me?
- Because you don't
believe in this.

- Hey, just calm down.
- Uh-uh. No.

She just shows up.

She won't even tell us
how she even knew we were here.

You wanna disclose
how you got that black eye?

I got it from Nora.

She hit you?

Thought you were
supposed to be helping her.

- I did help her.
- And now she's helping us,
right?

That's right.
That's right.

Hey!

You wanna
give us a hand?

What are those?

Steroids.

You got
any painkillers?

- Headache?
- Nah. My uterus hurts.

Before you got to the hotel,
I went to a clinic and got
my IUD taken out.

And they said it might be
a little sore.

Told me to take
a couple ibuprofen.
Jesus.

So, you're trying again.

- What?
- Nothing.

I just thought you would--
might be done after you gave
Lily back to her mother.

I am done.

Still smoking, huh?

No, I quit.

I haven't had a cigarette
since John and I got together.

You stopped for him?

No.

I stopped for myself.

It's an incredibly
self-destructive habit.

That's what
makes it so cool.

My lighter?

Can I have it back,
please?

You said you quit.

- I did.
- Then you don't need it.

Please give it back.

Like I did with Lily?

- Give me the lighter, Nora.
- Come on, Nora.

- She said she doesn't need it.
- Give it to me!

Hey! Get off! Shit!

- Get off!
- Ow!

Oh, shit.

- Oh, God.
Shit. Are you okay?
- They're leaving.

- What?
- They're leaving!

Fuck.

Go down.

What the fuck?

You steal this thing?

Said the man
who just assaulted
an officer of the law.

Eh, he'll be fine.
I had no choice.

His chief's in a tarp
under the goddamn church.

He was heading
right for it.

Where are you
gonna take him?

Far enough away
from civilization
to give us time.

You're just
gonna leave him?

Well, here's
the good news.

If this thing
with Kevin doesn't work,
who gives a shit?

Officer Koalafart here

is gonna drown
in the flood tomorrow
along with all the rest of us.

But if it does work,
sweet Lorelei...

I will be honored
to spend my remaining days

locked away from the world
I just saved.

It's getting late.
I should be getting
dinner ready.

I'll be back
before it's on the table.

Storm's coming.

What you drinking?

Just some coffee.

Want some?

Ah, Jesus,
that's good.

Remember when we went
to coffee for the first time,
just you and me?

Of course I do.

I was hurting.

You reached
across the table,

took my hands,
and looked at me,

and I felt like I could've
told you anything.

But what I couldn't
tell you--

I thought my daughter
might still be alive.

Erika never doubted it.
She took it in and moved on.

But me, I just--
I just couldn't believe it.

I should've told you.

Well, if you had,
I wouldn't have
talked you into

helping people talk
to their dead relatives.

Mm.

I thought I was
helping you.

Should've taken the hint
when you shredded the money.

No, I shredded the money
because what we were doing
wasn't real.

And this is.

Is it?

Do you want Kevin to ask Evie
why she left her family?

No.

I asked him
to give her a message.

I want her to know
that she was loved.

That's beautiful,
John.

One of Grace's kids
was fostered out of
a local tribe.

He loved boats.

When his family
found out he died,

some of his cousins
came down here to
leave a mark.

Grace told them
to strip the church.

Took the wood from the church
to make a tombstone
for his little boy,

a memorial.

Then that crazy old man
got here

and became convinced
it was a part of his
flood story.

I still believe him.

Because if I throw out
his story,

that means I got
to throw out mine, too.

Go ahead.
Tell me I'm crazy.

Tell me
we've gone too far.

Tell me, and we can
go home right now

and forget all this.

Because I can still
shred it.

I think you gotta
see it through, John.

You're so close.

You're getting
too close!

- They're gonna see you!
- Calm down.

I know what I'm doing.

Is your eye okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

I wasn't trying
to hit you.

C'est la vie.

Did you hear about the guy
on the French submarine?

- What?
- The one who fired the nuke.

Apparently, he thought
there was some big egg

in a volcano in the middle
of the Pacific,

and he was convinced that this
giant seven-headed sea monster

was gonna hatch on the 14th
and eat us all.

He said he got the idea
from Revelations.

That's ridiculous.

Revelations
is not supposed to be
taken literally.

The seven-headed monster,
it's a metaphor.

Oh, so it's only literal
when it's not ridiculous?

That's right.

You would know.

So, let's say this guy comes
and sits on your couch

and he says,
"Hey, Doc, I have access
to nuclear weapons

and I need to destroy
Godzilla."

What do you even say
to someone like that?

Don't miss.

- Hello?
- Laurie, hey.
It's Michael.

Hi.

- Are you at the airport?
- No.

We're at-- it's a ranch
outside of Melbourne.

You're at a ranch?

- Wh-what--
- Kevin wasn't
at the airport.

He was at this ranch.
He's here right now.

His dad found him.

He's with his dad?

- Okay. Um, what--
- You've got to come now,
Laurie.

- 5 Pigeon Run Road.
- Okay.

Outside Makarra.

5 Pigeon Run Road.

- Is your dad there?
- Just get here as soon
as you can.

Are you okay?

Hello?

What happened?

Kevin's at a ranch
with his father.

That's good.
Tomorrow's a big day.

We should all be
with family.

♪ There's not a friend
like the lowly Jesus ♪

♪ No, not one ♪

♪ No, not one ♪

♪ No one else
could heal... ♪

Is this enough carrots?

That's plenty, love.

My husband,

he used to do
all the cooking.

I spent years
trying to get the stew
to taste exactly like his.

I even
got it right once.

Then I forgot what I did.

Well, it smells
delicious.

Was he a good husband?

Kevin.

He was a great husband.

He saved me.

But you divorced him.

Yeah. Well,
I joined a cult.

You know, it was just
one of those things
they made you do.

Oh.

I'm so sorry
about your children.

Their shoes were missing.

Sorry?

When they found
their bodies,

it was clear that they'd been
walking for quite some time,

but their shoes
were missing.

They weren't here at the house,
they weren't with the kids.

I've covered
the ground in between
a hundred times.

Looked through every pair
donated to charity inside
a hundred kilometers.

When Kevin talks to them,

he's gonna ask them
where they put their shoes.

I need to go
set the table.

Mind giving it
a stir?

Sure.

Not much
of a last supper.

Well, you certainly
cleaned your plate
for not liking it.

No, the food
is scrumptious.

I'm just saying not much
of a last supper

without our Jesus.

I think I'm gonna go
to lie down for a bit.

Wake me
when he comes back.

Truth is, along with
our missing fucking savior,

we also appear to be
short some apostles.

Our friend Matthew
conspicuously absent.

Fortunately, I will play
the part of Peter.

You are already John.

What about you, kid?

You wanna be Simon,
Bartholomew?

- Pass.
- Oh.

We all have to be
somebody.

Somebody who was there
at Christ's last huzzah.

So, that would make me
Mary Magdalene.

Mm, that would be Nora.

Also conspicuously
absent.

You, Dr. Garvey,
are one apostle,
and one apostle only.

Thomas.
Doubting Thomas.

Mm.

When I first
started hearing voices
back in Mapleton,

everyone around me told me
I was fucking nuts.

Everyone.

Except you.

You were the one person
who believed me.

You said those voices
were really there.

The next thing I knew...

I was locked up in
a fucking mental institution.

So you're wrong, Pop.

I'm not Thomas.

I'm Judas.

Doubting is easy

because doubting
costs you nothing.

But Judas,

he was surrounded
by people going on and on

about how special
Jesus was.

But he betrayed him
anyway.

Because he was sure
he believed in something.

And he acted on it.

And then he killed
himself.

What, sweetie?

Judas collected
his 30 pieces of silvers

and he hung himself.

You all right?

If he-- if he was so sure,
why'd he kill himself?

Well, Michael,
I was not aware of
that part of the story.

I have no idea
why he killed himself.

Did he leave a note?

Hey.

Hey, are you...?

Hey.

Are you all right?

Wh-- Michael?

He's fine.

He's just sleeping.

I'm sorry.

It's true...

I borrowed your pills.

Looks real.

Indeed, it does.

So, is this the part
where you call the DSD

and shut
this operation down?

Do you remember
when we were kids

after Mom and Dad died,

when everyone at the church
wouldn't take their eyes off us?

And they'd take us
to the movies and bowling

and Putt-Putt
just to keep us busy?

Of course I do.

And this one time,
they brought us to
a baseball game,

and I was too young
to get the rules,

so I-- I watched these people
in another section hitting
a beach ball.

And the whole stadium
was getting into it.

And when the ball
came over to our seats,

you stood up
and you just whacked it.

It was the first time
I'd seen you smile
in forever.

But then the ball
went into the aisle...

and this usher
ran down and grabbed it

and he picked it up,
and he just squeezed
the air out of it.

And then everyone
started booing.

Not just the people
in our section,

but the whole stadium,
booing.

He just ruined it
for all of them.

They just wanted
to hit the ball.

Why would he wanna
do that job?

Why would anyone?

Because if he doesn't...

that ball is gonna go
onto the field...

and it would be
fucking chaos.

You can take the van.

I don't need it
anymore.

You wanna drive
or should I?

Actually, I think I'm gonna
stay here for a while.

People should be with
their families, right?

Okay.

Can you, uh,
give this to Senior

and tell him I'm sorry
I didn't put him in
my fucking book?

And tell Kevin
I'm sorry I did.

Thank you.

Do you have to tell them
I did this?

Give me a dollar.

I only have hundreds.

Give me, um--
give me your cigarettes.

Congratulations,
Nora Durst.

You are now officially
my patient.

Same time next week?

You're on.

Hi.

Hey.

John called you?

Michael did.

They said
you were with Nora.

I was.

You help her find
what she was looking for?

I think so.

Where's everybody?

Inside, sleeping.

I drugged their food.

Jesus, Laurie.

Well, I wanted
to talk to you.

Just the two of us.

I didn't think
they would let that happen.

You know what
they want me to do?

You came here to
talk me out of it?

No. I'm here
to say good-bye.

Want a cigarette?

Yeah.

"Don't forget me."

Is this the lighter
Jill gave you?

I threw it in a sewer grate
and then went back for it.

Don't tell Jill that.

That's nothing.

I killed her hamster.

- You what?
- Yeah.

When you guys went down
to that mock UN thing,

didn't fucking feed it.

I went up there about
an hour before you got home

and it was dead.

Went to the neighbor's trash
and threw it in there.

Told you guys
it ran away.

Well, rest in peace,
Mr. Fuzzy.

Mr. Funny.

It was Mr. Funny.

That's right.
It was Mr. fucking Funny.

Remember that psychosomatic
medical conference thing
I went to in Phoenix?

I lasted two hours.

And then I went to a spa
that cost $2,000 a night.

I hated our house.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, I didn't say anything
because it was your money
that bought it.

Well, you should've
said something.

- It was our house.
- You loved it.

I wanted you
to be happy.

I was pregnant.

What?

I was pregnant.

16 weeks.

I don't, um-- when?

Seven years ago
tomorrow.

I was lying
in the doctor's office,

staring at the ultrasound.

Looking right at it.

Then it was gone.

Why didn't you tell me?

We raised
two beautiful kids.

It's the best thing
we ever did.

The last best thing.

Did you want
another baby?

No.

Me neither.

I didn't tell you
because I didn't want to.

And then...

then I didn't have to.

Are you scared?

Scared of what?

Scared of them
strapping you to a seesaw

and holding you
under the water
until you drown.

The last time
it happened,

where I went,

that was so...

it was real.

Maybe I was dead,
but I had never felt so alive.

No, I'm not scared.

Then I'm not scared
either.

And it could work,
so I could come back.

I really hope you do.

Will you stay?

I can't.

Uh, wait, wait, wait.

Got your lighter.

Oh, you can keep it.

I quit.

Thanks.

Is Nora gone?

We're all gone.

Bye, Laurie.

Good-bye, Kevin.

Far out as I can take you
with that storm rolling in.

If you're gonna go,
you best go now.

Okay.

- Hi, honey.
- Mom, thank God
you answered.

I have a very important
question.

- She doesn't know!
- Shut up! She's gonna remember.

Mom, do you remember
that one time when
I was, like, five

and you found this videotape
at a garage sale

and I was obsessed
with it?

Tell her she's
making this up, Mom!

- It doesn't exist.
- It does exist!
I remember it!

It had a mannequin
that had this hat that
made it come to life

and there was a goose
on a rainbow

and this creepy
guy puppet

that, like, worked
at a department store.

"Today's Special."

"Today's Special"!
Yes! Oh, my God.

Fucking "Today's Special."
Eat it, you fucker.
Fuck, yes.

Yeah, yeah, okay.
I knew you'd remember.

You know how many times
I had to listen to
that theme song?

I'm really sorry
I put you through that.

It was just a phase.
I forgive you.

So, hey, Tommy said Dad
and Nora went to Australia?

I tried calling them.
What's up with that?

Who knows?

What are you doing right now?
Where are you?

I'm just hanging out.

By yourself?
On the anniversary?

Yeah.

It's, uh--
it's kind of nice, actually.

Okay.

Well,
enjoy your solitude.

- I love you, Mom.
- I love you, honey.

Tell Tommy I love him.

Mom loves you,
you fucking idiot.

I love you, too, Mommy!

- Bye, kids.
- Bye. Love you.

Miss?

Now or never.

The whole ranch just flooded.

This is it. It's today!

Hold on,
you can't keep doing this.

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

He's gonna put up a fight.

What about you?

I wanna go home.

The goddamn flood's coming.

That's why we're doing this.

This is crazy.

I love you, son.

Then let go.