All language subtitles for The.Leftovers.S03E03.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG-eng

Young Kevin: Help them.
Go and help them.

They're gonna drown.
Pull over. They're not coming up.

Garvey sr.: They'll come up.

Young Kevin: Please, dad?
Please pull over.

Garvey sr.: You know how long
ducks can hold their breath?

Young Kevin: No.

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

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

Garvey sr.: Okay, let's look.

Young Kevin: I think they're dead.

Garvey sr.: No, they're not dead.

Young Kevin: But how do you know?

Garvey sr.: Ducks go down,
ducks come up.

This is the natural order of things, son.

Young Kevin: There they are!

Yep. There they are.

Young Kevin: They're okay.

Garvey sr.: They're okay.

Young Kevin: 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?

Don't smile.

This is a songline.

Is it?

You can go.

Uh, you don't get to keep that.

Well, the mic, okay, that's fine,

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

Please?

Oh, thank you. I...

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.

Garvey sr.: Yeah, thank you.

Young Kevin: Why did
Travis wanna kill the president?

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

Young Kevin: I don't get it.

Garvey sr.: Travis is pretend.
He's in a 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?

Garvey sr.: He didn't kill the president.

He tried to kill the president.

Young Kevin: Why?

Because he's crazy, Kevin.

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

Garvey sr.: Yeah, buddy.
The president's fine.

Young Kevin: 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

when 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.

Garvey sr.: 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.

Bullshit. Where is it?

Motherfucker!

Hi, Noah. Is your daddy home?

Mary: Let mommy, honey.

Hello?

Uh, hello. This is frank Johnson
from the episcopal council.

Can I speak to reverend Matt Jamison?

- Frank Johnson?
- Garvey sr.: 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.

Mary: I'm taking Noah to the park.

You want me to come?

Not when you have
important work to do, Matt.

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

and 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. But...

W... when did this happen?

When he was eight years old.

Well, children don't
feature prominently in scripture.

What about Abraham's kid?

Isaac? He was 36.

No, no.
When Abraham tried to sacrifice him.

He was a grown man.
Thirty-six 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 fall down here,

you are gonna be under
a fuck of a lot of water, shitheadl

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 clever man
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 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 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 communityjust 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!

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?

Garvey sr.: 1 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?"

Well, 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 guy 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.

And 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 gotta 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, tonyjumped 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 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.

Young Kevin: You have to sing it.

Garvey 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!

Garvey sr.: We 're
pulled over. We 're safe.

Young Kevin: 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

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.

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 stop it.

Well, that's all subject
to interpretation.

Do 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...

Ah, shit!

Oh, shit.

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

Remember, we've got a deal.

Chrb: Om

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!

Young Kevin: 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.

Young Kevin: But what if we get lost?

Garvey sr.: AAA wants you
to take the interstates

to get you to drive
by the AAA Howard Johnson 's

and the AAA giant balls of twine.

You want a real adventure,
you gotta chart your own course.

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?

That is exactly what I said.

Wait!

Vvhoa, shh!

Ah!

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!

Please.

Kevin garvey Jr. reporting.

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.

I need to eat you.

I'm sorry.

Know that you gave your life

for something greater than yourself.

Oh!

Ah!

Come on. Motherfucking...

Shit.

Help.

Oh, hey there.

Oh, no.

Fucked

oh, oh!

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

Male operator: Will you accept
a collect international call from...

Garvey sr.: 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?

- Matt: What?
- What day is it?

How long since we last talked?

Uh, that was three weeks ago.

Oh, shit.

There's just, like, eight days left.

Shit.

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

I'm actually glad you called.

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

- I gave the original...
- No, I threw it away.

- What?
- Doesn't matter.

Look, I need you to call
the kurripa hospital.

That's kur-ri-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.

- 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: Lknow Chris.

You the fella that landed on him?

He's dead.

He's dead?

Shit.

"Caleb's arthritis."

You Caleb?

I'm in pain, buddy.

Mmm.

Hey.

What are you ladies up to?

Oh, come on.

Hello.

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 anti-venom
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?

Grace: It was the 15th here.

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 set 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, iwent 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.

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