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♪ Your own
personal Jesus ♪

♪ Someone to hear
your prayers ♪

♪ Someone who cares ♪

♪ Feeling unknown
and you're all alone ♪

♪ Flesh and bone,
by the telephone ♪

♪ Lift that receiver,
I'll make you a believer ♪

♪ Take second best,
put me to the test ♪

♪ Things on your chest,
you need to confess ♪

♪ Yes, we deliver,
you know I'm a forgiver ♪

♪ Reach out
and touch faith ♪

♪ Reach out
and touch faith ♪

♪ All right, boys,
reach out and touch faith! ♪

♪ Your own
personal Jesus ♪

♪ Someone to hear
your prayers ♪

♪ Someone who's there ♪

♪ Your own
personal Jesus! ♪

Help them!

Go and help them!

They're gonna drown!

Pull over!
They're not coming up.

They'll come up.

- Please, Dad?
- Please pull over.

You know how long ducks
can hold their breath?

No.
- As long as it takes for you
to stop looking at 'em.

Then pull over
and let's look.

Okay, let's look.

I think they're dead.

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

Ducks go down,
ducks come up.

This is the natural order
of things, son.

There they are!
- Yep.

There they are.

They're okay!

They're okay.

And there you have it, folks.

The ducks
are alive and well.

Kevin Garvey Jr.
reporting.

What are you doing?

Preventing the apocalypse.

What are you doing?

♪ 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.

Why did Travis
wanna kill the president?

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

I don't get it.
- Travis is pretend.
He's in the movie.

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

So, John killed the president
because he saw it in a movie?

He didn't kill
the president.

He tried to kill
the president.

Why?

Because he's crazy,
Kevin.

But the president's
okay, right?

- Yeah, buddy.
- The president's fine.

And there you have it, folks.

The president is just fine.

Kevin Garvey Jr.
reporting.

- 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.

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...

is the goddamn sequel.

Oof.

Fucking asshole.

Full of shit.
Jesus.

What?

Motherfucker!

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.

- 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.

- Hello?
- - 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?

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.

That makes
no fucking sense at all.

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.

Hello.

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.

- Oh!
- Good afternoon.

You must be Sharon.
I'm Frank.

- Hello.
- Is that snake Papunya?

It is indeed.

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

They have
a very precise style.

Actually,
I painted it myself.

- You did not.
- I did.

Well, then you are
incredibly talented.

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?

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!

...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?

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.

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...

...recording
everything we said.

Excuse me.

I like listening to it.

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.

You have to sing it.

- Oh, come on.
- It's for little kids.

You're a big kid now.

You have to or it won't stop.

It's gonna
get in the car!

- We're pulled over.
- We're safe.

- Please, Daddy?
- Just sing it.

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. ♪

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.

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.

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.

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--

Ah, shit!

Oh, shit!

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

Remember,
we've got a deal!

Oh!

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.

Uh, I'm sorry
I lost it.

You're gonna
leave me here? Ah!

Fuck me!

Fucking, fucking,
fuck, fuck, fuck!

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

Garvey men

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

But what if we get lost?

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.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 'Cause I love
a rainy night ♪

♪ Yeah,
I love a rainy night ♪

♪ Well, I love
a rainy night ♪

♪ Well, I... ♪

Hey!

Stop! Ah!

Hey! Stop!

Stop! Ah!

Man, what are you
doing?

They didn't take me.

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

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.

That is exactly
what I said.

Wait!

Whoa, shit!

Ah!

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!

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

Please.

Kevin Garvey Jr. reporting.

No. God.

God.

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.

Oh!

Ah!

Come on!

Shit!

♪ 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. ♪

Oh, hey there.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Fucker!

Oh, oh!

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

Will you accept
a collect international
call from...

Kevin Garvey Sr.

All right, fine.

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-pah.

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.

- 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.

I know Chris.

You're the fella
that landed on him.

He's dead.

He's dead?

Shit.

"Caleb's arthritis."

You Caleb?

I'm in pain, buddy.

Mm.

Let him up.

Okay, let him up!

Hey.

What are you ladies
up to?

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.

It's just a stupid,
silly story.

And I believed it
because...

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

No, Grace.

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

You just got
the wrong Kevin.

Kevin, what's wrong?

You can tell me anything.

No, I can't.

Just tell me exactly
what you think you saw.

I don't think I saw anything!
Hey!

I don't understand
what's happening.

-So it's a sting operation?
-Right.

I'm gonna find them
and I'm gonna destroy them.

Wait!

Is this real?

I didn't know how to handle
you talking to a dead person.

Oh, Jesus.
Is it happening again?