The Leftovers

Fuck her. Come on.

- Okay. Let me out. - Really, Scotty?

It's been 27 minutes. That's nothing.

Come on! I'm done.

You have, like, a half an hour of air left.

- You little bitch, you're fine. - Let him out, dick.

Whoa! He returns unto us, unmolested by the great darkness.

Give me a break.

Hey, when he suffocates, do you suffocate?

- Har har! - No, really.

Scott Frost with a pathetic 28 minutes.

That's not even near the record, buddy.

I can break the record.

Uh, excuse me, Garvey.

You need to do the invocation before you attempt the crossing.

- That's stupid. - Invo-fucking-cation, Garvey.

"On October 14th, 2011,

Paul Glouski was forced inside this conveyance

against his will in a childish prank

and was never seen or heard from again."

"Nor heard from again."

"Nor heard from again.

Now I honor the mystery of his loss

by repeating his suffering and embracing the great darkness."

Amen.

I'll miss you. Be safe.

See you on the other side, Garvey.

Thanks.

You want to come over?

- Right now? - Mm-hm.

You sure?

The first four dates, I was on the fence,

but I'm over it now.

All right. Let me just check in with Jill.

- So have you told her about us? - Sure.

"Hey, honey.

About to go have sex with Nora for the first time.

A little nervous.

Wish me luck."

- And a winky face. - No, stop.

Send.

Yup.

Shit.

Fuck.

Twenty-one seconds and you've got the record, Garvey.

Nineteen, 18, 17, 16, 15,

14, 13, 12

11, ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four, three, two, one!

- You got it! - Woo!

Get me out of here!

Shit.

- Shit. - My God.

- What happened? - This thing isn't working.

- It's not working. - Get me out of here!

My God!

- Let me out! - We're gonna get you out!

- Just wait up. - Find something to open it with!

- Fucking shit! - How long? How long?

I can't breathe!

Garvey, it's okay.

- Is she breathing? - Somebody fucking call 911!

Get the fuck back!

Don't tell your dad you saw me.

- Who was that? - My grandpa.

Shit.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucker! Goddamn it!

Fuck.

Hey.

Wake up. I made you some soup.

There's spiders under water.

Christine, come on. You need to eat something.

I'm not hungry.

You're burning up.

- The baby, it's-- - Nothing can hurt the baby.

He's the one.

The only one. He's the bridge.

Okay. Okay. You need some rest.

Did Wayne call?

No, Christine. Wayne hasn't called in two months.

He'll call.

Here.

I'll be right back.

- Help you? - Yeah.

- Are these safe for pregnant women? - How far along is she?

Almost eight months.

She should call her O.B.

Okay, thanks. I'll do that.

Hello?

Wayne?

- Who's this? - It's Tom.

Tom.

Tom.

Tom!

Of course it is. I know that. I called you.

Are you okay?

I'm great. I'm just great, Tom.

Is Christine with you right now?

- No, I'm at a pharmacy, so... - Fine.

- How much is left? - What?

The money that I gave you. How much is left?

- About $6,000. - Fuck. All right, Tom.

What you need to do is, you need to take that money

and you need to take half of it.

That's three.

You need to put it in an envelope and take that envelope

and you seal it very securely under the mailbox

on Harper and 15th.

It's across from the chicken place.

- When do you need me to go? - Now, Tom. Fucking now.

- And then what? - Tom.

Don't ask me "then what?"

I'm sorry.

It's just Christine is--

You know, she's pretty sick, and the baby's coming soon--

"Naked I came from my mother's womb,

and naked I will depart."

Have you fucked her, Tom? Have you put it in, just a little?

No.

Just do what I told you to do. Get the fucking money, yeah?

Yeah.

It won't be long now.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Is this because of me? Is this Patti's fucking idea?

Okay, I'm asking you to leave.

Right now! This house is off fucking limits.

Want to come inside?

That was fucking fantastic.

Why, thank you. I usually ignore them.

First time they've been out there in a couple of months.

Though I'm pretty sure they broke in and stole some of my family photos.

Ah. Mm... On the night of the dance.

- On the night I met you. - Right.

No, they broke into a whole bunch of houses.

Basically anyone who--

Lost someone?

Right.

I have to question their strategy.

I mean, that's how they recruit people?

"No! My family photos are gone.

I better stop talking and start chain-smoking."

Oh, shit.

Your wife, I'm--

- Ah, no. - I'm sorry.

Come on. It's okay.

I don't...

I don't know how to talk to you yet.

I don't know how to talk to you, either.

Those fuckers ruined it, huh?

Wanna try again tomorrow night?

Absolutely.

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming home tonight.

What's up?

Just ask him.

What? What happened?

What did Grandpa do?

Why?

Did he hurt anyone?

- Why are you asking? - Did he?

Yeah.

And that's why he's in that hospital?

Yes.

Well, he's not anymore.

What?

Chief, this is the only photo I could find on such short notice.

- Everybody's waiting. - All right. Thanks.

Your daughter saw him, huh? I mean, what are the odds of that?

Pass out the photos, Dennis.

All right, everybody. Listen up.

As most of you are aware, a couple of years ago,

our former chief started exhibiting some erratic behavior.

"Erratic"? He burned down the fucking library.

Following which

he voluntarily remanded himself to a secure psychiatric facility...

which he has just walked out of.

I want patrols working all residential neighborhoods all night.

Work a grid.

How do you want us to handle it if we get eyes on him, chief?

Do not engage. Just call me immediately.

Is that understood?

Do you have any idea what he wants?

It doesn't matter what he wants.

What if we find him in a violent situation?

Then you have to stop him.

Dismissed.

Four on this side.

Squawk me if anyone runs out the back.

Chief.

- Is he in there? - What?

My father. Is he in there with you?

- They let him out? - No.

He escaped.

- Did anybody get hurt? - Not yet.

I'm gonna have to come in there and take a look around.

Fuck you, Kevin.

I haven't talked to your father in a month.

What?

I could ignore the crazy.

Even he could ignore it for a while, but...