01x08 - Cairo

[bunniefuu]

Is he in there?

What?

My father, is he in there with you?

They let him out?

He escaped.

Don't tell your dad you saw me.

Come on, Chief! I got one trapped!

Why is there a dog tied up in our yard?

Your dad brought it home last night. I can't believe you didn't wake up.

You don't remember, do you?

What?

Last night.

Of course I remember.

This whistle blew three years ago.

Your services are being requested.

I'm not gonna leave my family.

Don't wake up.

Go to sleep!

I've seen a g*n in her purse.

You believe that you will always feel that pain.

And if it starts to slip away you'll seek it out again.

Let me take it from you.

Maybe we should do dinner sometime?

I would love that.

They're not gonna let you off that easy, son.

I think I might be going crazy.

Well, my friend. You've come to the right place.

♪

[Fingers snap]

You like rice krispie treats?

Suit yourselves. [Car alarm chirps twice]

♪

[Dog barking]

[Barking continues]

Sorry about the dog.

Kevin: Believe it or not, it used to be a lot worse.

What's his name?

Nothing's really stuck yet.

You have a dog?

I used to.

His name was Bubba.

Bubba?

Bubba.

Oh. [Both chuckle]

So, Ms. Durst...

Nora.

Nora, you do that whole questionnaire thingy for the government, right?

Uh-huh.

So you, like, ask stuff to find out what they had in common, everybody who... poofed?

Heh! That's the idea.

So do people, like, freak out?

What do you mean?

Well, I just mean, if I lost somebody and then I had to answer a bunch of personal questions about them to get a benefit check, I'd probably go mental.

No offense.

I've never seen anybody go mental.

They're sad, but they're safe.

Then why do you carry a g*n?

What?

She has a g*n in her purse.

Right?

What makes you think she has...

Actually, Jill, I used to have a g*n, but I don't need it anymore.

Why'd you need it before?

Kevin: Jill.

It made me feel better.

Then why'd you get rid of it?

Jill.

What?

Enough.

Kevin: Sorry.

Nora: It's ok.

I just want to know how she got better.

Hey.

Nora's a guest in our house.

I'm just asking our guest a question.

Then cut the sh*t, Jill.

Go ahead. Take a look.

Nora, you don't have...

It's ok, really.

Go ahead.

Apologize.

She doesn't have to.

Yes, she does have to.

Sorry.

No worries.

I think she really likes me.

[Scoffs]

She said she was looking forward to it.

Well...

I swear.

Now that I've been inspected for firearms, the worst is over.

Don't go back in and fight with her.

That's what she wants.

I mean, sorry. She started it, and...

That's very mature of you.

♪

It'll get better.

How?

I don't know...

But it will.

[Barking continues outside]

[Knock knock knock]

[Gasps]

Jesus. You takin' a nap?

Come on.

[Birds chirping]

♪

Think she's still out.

♪♪

The Leftovers 1x08
Cairo

[Barking continues outside]

[Door creaks]

[Footsteps approach]

Aimee: Morning.

Is my dad downstairs?

Nope.

I guess you must have scared him off to her place.

Bang, bang.

[Door closes]

Megan: You don't f*cking know me!

You m*therf*cker!

You don't f*cking know me!

f*ck you!

Matt: Megan.

f*ck you, you f*ck!

You f*cking f*ck!

You!

Megan: How f*cking dare you?!

You don't know me!

You're everywhere! Leave us alone!

Matt: Megan.

f*ck you!

Matt: Megan.

Come home.

Rrr!

Megan!

Shut your f*cking mouth, you f*ck!

Matt: Come home, Megan.

f*ck you!

Come home. Megan!

f*ck. Do you know what he's doing? Do you know?

This is about me! This is my f*cking mother!

My mother! He's been talking to her friends!

He has one of everyone, on all of us!

He can't do that! He can't just f*cking come here and do that!

You can't let him!

[Fingers snap]

[Fingers snap]

[Breathing heavily]

Fine.

Fine.

Let's see what Patti says.

[Fly buzzing]

Uh, I think she's playing possum.

You playin' possum, gorgeous?

Well, maybe you hit her a little too hard, huh?

Oh.

[Panting]

Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?

What happened last night?

What?

I need you to tell me everything that... that happened last night.

Why?

I... I don't think I remember.

You don't think you remember?

♪

This... was all your idea, assh*le.

What do you remember?

I... I remember...

Getting into bed.

Oh, come on. What, are you saying...

What, that you're f*ckin' sleepwalking?

Just tell me.

Well... Kevin...

Apparently you got out of bed and showed up at the bar.

And we had a couple, and you insisted on giving me a lift home, at which point we passed our lady friend in there.

When she looked up, she gave you that "go f*ck yourself" smile.

Next thing I know, you were out of the truck, grabbing her.

Nothing like a spontaneous abduction to get the heart f*ckin' pumpin' and... boom! We are off to Cairo, New York.

We're... we're in Cairo?

Well, you gave me directions!

You said that you... you used to come to camp, somethin' up here when you were little.

You snuck off to the cabin to smoke cigarettes.

Why? Why would you do this with me?

Because we're friends.

Before last night, when was the last time we saw each other?

I don't know. Couple weeks back, you know.

Uh, when we made the bet.

Oh, Jesus.

[Sighs]

We caught a dog, and you bet that you could civilize him.

You win, I stop sh**t' the f*ckers, I win, you give me a dollar?

Yeah, and I will collect that dollar, so don't try using this amnesia bullshit to back out.

No, I don't have f*ckin' amnesia.

Well, then what the f*ck have you got?!

[Thud inside]

sh*t.

Oh, f*ck. Jesus.

You ok?

I think things...

Got a little out of control last night.

Jesus, Chief. What the hell...

Shut the f*ck up.

I shouldn't have done this to you.

But you... Kept f*ckin' pushing me, Patti, and I reacted.

So I'm gonna let you go and we're gonna get in the truck and I'm gonna drive you home.

And all the bullshit up until now, we're gonna call it even.

We're gonna forget that it ev...

I don't forget.

Well, well.

It speaks.

Gosh, you're so friendly now.

Patti: Tell me, am I still a fat, heartless c**t?

That's what he said, right?

That is my recollection, yes.

Well, Kevin, that is a kind offer.

Take me home, give a polite little beep as you drive off, but you should know that I have every intention of reporting you to the actual authorities.

I will tell them that I was abducted off the street, and I will identify my attackers.

And they will take your job, and then they will take your child.

You want to undo this, but I simply cannot allow that, so...

You're just going to have to batten down the hatches and finish what you started here, my friend.

Now get me a f*ckin' cigarette!

Man on TV: However, when allied tanks arrived on the outskirts of Daafeed, the mass grave was empty.

Locals described a miraculous resurrection...

How long do I have to wait here?

Why are you so mad?

What was I supposed to do?

I mean, if we don't stand up to him, then he's just gonna keep on coming at us.

Why not? They f*cking hit us, they spit in our faces, they spray us with hoses.

Of course.

[Door closes]

Matt: Please.

This is my sister Nora, my wife Mary.

This is Laurie and Megan.

Nora: She's the one who att*cked you?

Matt: It's ok.

Megan's mother passed away on October 13th, one day before the departure.

She has a right to be angry.

Her grief was h*jacked.

I accept your apology.

Nora: She's not sorry.

She's here. It's a start.

♪

I'm not giving up on you.

Thank you for coming by.

Nora: Hey, Laurie.

If you're giving out apologies, I have a suggestion for your next stop.

I had dinner with your daughter last night.

You might want to drop by and write her a note, too.

♪

[Door closes]

Aimee: So Garvey's totally just staring her down, and she's all like, "you're there sitting in my mom's chair, eating my dad's delicious chicken? Uh-uh."

It wasn't my mom's chair.

Ok, and Nora, who I know on a first-name basis, oh, by the way, she's all like, "go ahead.

I don't give a sh*t. Look in my purse."

And I'm like, "damn, is she bluffing?"

Because obviously Garvey's supposed to just be like, "oh, sorry, no, forget it." But no, f*ck that.

Garvey grabs her purse, looks in that sh*t, and...

No g*n!

Ha!

I don't get it.

Why does it matter?

Because she's lying.

It wasn't in her purse, but she still has it.

How do you know?

'Cause I know.

But what's that got to do with the g*n?

Absolutely nothing.

Garvey is just cock-blocking her dad.

She was pretending.

Pretending what?

To be ok.

She lost her entire family.

Just so you know, it is possible for some people to be ok, Jill.

Are you ok, Aimee?

Ok...

I am f*ckin' fantastic, and I got to say, I think your dad would be, too, if you'd just f*ckin' let him.

Guys, let's just calm down. Come on.

Did you f*ck him?

Whoa. Hey.

What?

Let's play ping-pong, ok?

Scott: Yeah. Right?

Did you?

Did you f*ck my dad?

♪

Yeah, Jill.

I did.

I f*cked your dad.

And I felt really bad about it, so I was like, "hey, Mr. Garvey, this is so wrong."

But he was like, "hey, "let's stop pretending to be ok because no one is ok."

And he was totally right, and he was so hard, Jill...

So I f*cked the sh*t out of him on top of a pile of g*ns.

f*ck you.

f*ck you!

♪

Patti: Other pocket.

If I cut you loose, you gonna behave?

Jesus. Chief, she just spit in your face.

You want her to bite your g*dd*mn nose off, too?

Certainly a risk.

You want one? Help yourself.

I don't smoke.

Oh?

I seem to recall Laurie telling me that you did.

I quit.

Who do you report to?

Sorry?

Your organization.

Your f*cking cult. Where do you get your orders?

We don't take orders.

Bullshit.

People have f*cking chapters all over the country.

Ok, I'm sorry, but you brought me here and strapped me up so you could ask me about my organization?

Just answer the f*cking question.

And who might you be, sir?

This ain't workin' out, Chief.

Patti: Reason I ask is because I've had some experience in research, and most people, you can find out all sorts of things about 'em with no trouble at all.

But you, dog k*ller... no driver's license, no records, no anything, so I don't know.

You may be able to shed some light about your friend here, but as far as I can tell, he's a ghost.

I prefer to think of myself as a guardian angel.

Well, sh*t.

I think I just heard a bell ring.

[Sighs]

Dean: Word with you outside, Chief?

Something tells me you're about to get some excellent advice.

♪

[Footsteps retreating]

f*ck are you doin'?

What?

I signed up for this little adventure under the countenance of strong and decisive leadership, but now, lo and behold, that leader is now gone, and the man currently residing in his skin clearly has no f*ckin' idea what is happening in there.

When we did this last night...

What did I say I wanted?

You said it was time to end it.

[Voice trembling] I don't want to hurt her.

Oh, yes, you do.

After what she took from your town?

From your family?

There have to be consequences.

Look...

Chief, I get it.

You tried every way you could to stop these fucks, but you could only get so far because you are a good man.

So how about you go back to the truck and get comfortable, close your eyes?

'Cause I need to talk to the other guy.

There's only f*cking me!

[Footsteps retreating]

Scott: Dude, this is a bad idea.

Adam: Up. Right.

I mean it, you guys.

I really don't think we should do this.

My right. Nope.

Your right. Sorry.

Jill: Got it.

All right, stop. Click it, Garvey.

I got it.

Right.

[Refrigerator door opens]

Scott: What the hell, man?

We're looking for a g*n. Nobody keeps the g*n in the crisper, dude.

That's where I would hide it.

What if she comes home?

Adam: Then she'll go right for the g*n.

Boom. Mystery solved.

Scott: That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life.

Adam: Oh, my God. Shut up, Scott.

[Sighs]

I still don't get it.

If the lady who lost her family is, like, lying about the g*n, then, like, no one can ever be ok again.

Do you think Aimee was really f*cking Garvey's dad?

Probably.

Dude is ripped.

Oh, sh*t.

What?

[Laughing] Bulletproof vest, yo.

[Singsong] Jackpot.

♪

[Crying]

Hit me, bitch!

No way.

Do it, chicken sh*t!

Aah!

m*therf*cker! Aah!

Jill: Let's get outta here.

Why? What about the g*n?

Doesn't matter.

[Door opens]

Dude, vest.

Go.

[Telephone ringing]

[Ring]

Wait up!

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Click, beep]

Nora on tape: Hello, you've reached Nora Durst. Please leave a message.

[Beep]

Kevin, garbled: Nora, uh, it's me, Kevin...

[Static]

[Brakes screech, engine revs]

[Voice trembling] Um, I only have one bar, so I hope you can hear me.

[Panting]

I did something stupid.

Think I f*cked up. Um...

I don't know what's happening to me...

So can you call me... ahem... when you get the message and, um, that's just... I, uh...

I need you.

♪

[Shirt rips]

♪

No.

No.

f*cking no!

[Shirt rips]

[Grunts]

f*ck!

[Grunting]

Aah! f*ck!

f*ck!

Aah!

[Grunts]

f*ck!

[Panting]

[Sobbing]

You're ok.

You're ok.

You're ok.

Did you take your nap?

f*ck this.

We're leaving.

Her word against ours.

No, whoa, whoa!

Whoa there, Chief. Just hold on. Just give it a minute, ok?

What?

Situation is taking care of itself.

What did you do?

What? Hey, hey! g*dd*mn it!

Kevin: Jesus.

[Gasping]

[Dean shouts]

Aah!

Dean: Don't fight it, Chief. Just... just give it a minute.

Just let her go. It's what you want.

Just let her go, man. Just let her go.

[Grunts]

Aah!

f*ck!

[Both panting]

I f*cking wanted to help you.

[Wheezing]

Now you are on your own, Chief.

Oh, shut the f*ck up.

I tried.

[Coughs]

You ok?

Shh.

What, you want me to write it down?

I'm just asking if you're all right.

Shh.

[Sighs]

Can you believe Nora f*cking Durst?

She just had to say something, right?

You know what? f*ck her.

What does she know about your daughter?

She doesn't know f*ckin' sh*t.

I wish I could see her face on Memorial Day...

Shh!

[Vehicle approaching]

Man: Patti sent you?

[Truck doors close]

You got something for me?

We good?

Ok. Unhitch it.

You people are some sick fucks.

[Metal clangs]

[Clap clap]

♪

[Beep]

Kevin, garbled: Nora, uh, it's me, Kevin.

[Static]

[Beep]

♪

[Dog barking outside]

[Key turns in lock]

[Security system beeping]

Woman's voice: Disarm system now.

Disarm system now.

[Beeps]

System deactivated.

Where are you going?

Um...

Dorfman said I could crash there for a while.

Good.

I hope you feel better.

I'm fine.

Thanks for letting me stay.

♪

[Barking continues outside]

[Dog whining]

♪

Go.

Go.

♪♪

[Knock on door]

Can I stay here?

♪

Patti: Boy, are you f*cked.

Tell me.

You're wondering if I have a sense of debt to you for saving my life...

Maybe I'll change my mind about decimating yours.

But you won't?

No, I won't.

Oh, it's a pickle. [Sighs]

Can't let me go, won't let me die.

Oh, what to do, Kevin?

What to f*cking do?

What do you want?

I want you to understand.

Understand what?

You ever think about the 14th, 14th of October?

Oh. [Scoffs]

The great vanishing? The sudden departure?

The cluster f*ck of the modern era?

When's the last time you ever really thought about it?

I don't.

Me? Heh!

I think about it every f*ckin' wakin' moment.

I mean, come on.

What else is there to think about?

So you...

You know where they went, what happened?

It doesn't matter what happened.

But the difference between you and me is that I accept that it did.

And while you push it aside, while you ignore it, we strip ourselves of everything that distracts us from it.

We strip away the colorful diversions that keep us from remembering.

We strip away attachment, fear and love and hatred and anger...

Until we are...

Erased, until we are a blank slate.

We are living reminders of what you try so desperately to forget.

And we are ready and we are waiting because it's not gonna be long now.

Now I know why you don't f*ckin' talk.

Got to hand it to you, Patti.

That is such an impressive line of f*cking bullshit.

Well, Laurie obviously disagrees with you.

Laurie didn't join you to become a living f*cking reminder.

Then why did she?

Because I failed her.

Oh.

You think she came to us because of you.

Because of what you did with your dirty d*ck.

Yes, Kevin, there was a time I told Laurie everything...

And then there was a time she told me everything.

But she came to me because I could offer her something that you could not.

Purpose.

That's all any of us want now, every single one of us.

Not answers, not love.

Just a reason to exist.

Something to live for.

Something to die for.

Did Gladys have a purpose?

Ah, you remember her name.

Of course I remember her f*cking name.

Well, Kevin, that was the point.

That woman was brutally m*rder*d, death by a hundred stones, and now, she can't be forgotten.

Did you m*rder her?

♪

She was ok with it.

Oh.

And when Laurie's time comes she will be ok with it, too.

And it's coming, so soon.

And you are all ready.

All you need is just a little push.

You want me to k*ll you.

Oh, Kevin, you can't k*ll me, you don't have the f*ckin' balls.

I want you to commit.

I want you to finish what you started.

I want you to go all the way.

I want you to say you understand.

Understand what?

What happened, what's happening to me, to you.

♪

Oh, vanity of sleep, hope, dream, endless desire, the horses of disaster plunge through the heavy Clay: Beloved, let your eyes half close and your heart b*at over my heart and your hair fall over my breast, drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest...

And hiding their tossing manes and tumultuous feet.

♪

Kevin.

Kevin.

Kevin Garvey.

You don't have to hide from me.

♪

You're going home.

You're not gonna tell anybody what I did to you...

Because I'll f*ckin' tell them.

If I lose my f*ckin' job...

So f*ckin' be it, but I am not gonna lose my mind listening to the words coming out of your f*cking mouth.

No, Patti.

No.

I don't understand you.

Kevin.

You do understand.

Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!

[Crying] Oh, God! Oh!

[Groaning]

Oh, God!

Patti, Patti, what the f*ck did you do?

What the f*ck did you do?

♪

You...

Understand.

♪