The Leftovers

This is the story of a little boy.

I'd say stop me if you've heard this one before,

but you have, and I don't really wanna be stopped.

This boy, he's a good kid, not perfect, but good,

and when he's about ten years old,

his mom and dad tell him he's gonna have a baby sister.

And the baby sister comes and, of course, he loves her very much.

But... she's getting attention.

His attention.

So he wishes--

Actually, he prays for that attention back.

A month later, he's diagnosed with acute lymphatic leukemia.

And the cancer eats away at the boy until there is almost nothing left.

But he fights it.

He survives, and now he has a choice to make.

Does he decide that he was punished, or that he was rewarded?

Will he be angry for having been made to suffer

or will he be grateful for that suffering

because it changed him?

This is the story of a little girl.

She's eight years old

and just over a week ago, she's playing in the park.

She loves to go high on the swings,

up to the point where you hang there for a moment, suspended,

before the chains clink and gravity pulls you back down.

She's been asleep.

In a coma, for nine days now.

Her brain activity is negligible.

Her outcome is undetermined.

The girl's name is Emily.

And so, that little boy is asking for attention again now.

For Emily, let us pray.

Heavenly Father,

You invite all who are burdened to come to You.

Allow Your healing hand to touch this girl.

Fill her heart with Your courage

and infinite love for all that You create.

Please.

Stop. Please.

It's probably not a concussion.

Doctor will wanna take a look at you before you can go.

- Thanks. - Mm-hm.

"Mrs. Amber Johnson, a local pharmacist trainee,

secretly stole significant quantities of Percocet,

oxycodone and Vicodin

and sold it to community college students."

I know what it says.

- Amber here, she poofed? - She was a Departure, yes.

So you think our assailant knew Amber?

Maybe didn't appreciate your little newsletter.

I got this one, Lou.

Chief, I was taking a statement.

- There's no need for you-- - You wanna press charges, Matt?

- No. - There you go.

Father.

Here we are again.

Occupational hazard. What are you gonna do?

Stop pissing people off.

They need to hear the truth. Your dad understood that.

Look where that got him.

You know, me and Jill

are living in the old man's place now.

Come over tonight, I'll grill up some steaks.

Do a Sunday dinner, like old times.

Nights are tough for me.

Sorry.

See you next time, Chief.

I guess you and me are going to the same place.

You need help?

Emily.

The girl who was in here, do you know what happened?

She woke up, asked for a Sprite.

- She's okay? - I guess so.

You know her?

No, I visited with her, but my congregation....

This morning, we prayed for her.

Well, she woke up last night.

Hello, you've reached the administrative offices of Our Savior.

Please leave a message at the sound of the tone.

Matt, hi. It's Jim Lewis from FDR.

You're a hard man to reach.

I'd really love to talk to you in person

preferably as soon as possible.

I'm here at the bank all day. Talk soon. Bye.

Hey, hi, um, are you open?

Sure. Come in.

I don't know if you remember me. I used to come all the time.

Craig, right? McNary?

Yeah. Sorry, I haven't been in a while.

My wife, ever since the 14th, she's not really into, you know....

Anyway, she's over getting a manicure

and I told her to get her feet done, too,

you know, just to take some time for herself.

I'll take the baby, come back to pick her up later, so....

How long does it take to do a, you know, baptism?

We have that confidentiality thing, right?

I'll try to keep my mouth shut.

I don't know what the appropriate contribution is, but--

- Please. It's on the house. - You sure?

How about you ask your wife

to join you and your son for services this Sunday?

We'll call it even.

I don't think that's gonna happen.

Had to try.

If I don't, who will?

This guy I worked with...

...he used to get loaded

and drive out to the Indian Casino in Connecticut.

He'd gamble away his paycheck every other Thursday.

And when that was gone,

I heard he cleaned out his kids' college account.

He went on the 14th.

What was his name?

Andrew Sasaki.

We don't discuss personal information about our clientele.

Sure, of course not.

This man, Mr. Sasaki, he was a Departure,

and the reason I'm asking about him is....

I'm sorry, I know this is personal,

but did you lose anyone close to you, sir?

My niece, she was nine.

May I show you something?

This...

...is Albert Wayne Studdard.

He abducted a young girl walking home from school,

violated her sexually, strangled her to death.

On October 14th, he disappeared right out of his jail cell.

And this man, this monster, is on the same list,

along with all the others who left us,

along with the innocent and good.

Along with your niece.

Someone has to expose these people

for who they truly were and what they truly did.

Because if we can no longer separate the innocent from the guilty,

everything that happened to us, all of our suffering, is meaningless.

I think I know what happened to your face.

Can you help me?

We don't keep the security cam data past six months.

But I'll see what I can do.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Come on!

What about the bet? What about the bet?

Get out of here. Get out of here!

I have to deal with this.

Get down to Pit Four. There's fucking birds on the table.

I'm sorry, I don't have any in white.

I know you have a job to do, but please tell Patti

she's wasting your time sending you here.

I've made it this far.

I'm not gonna turn around now.

What the hell?

- What? - Hello, Matt?

Hey, Jim, is that you?

I'm sorry. My phone's been acting up.

- How are you? - Good. I'm good.

Matt, I'm sure you're busy, but can you come by the bank?

- Sure. - It's important.

Yeah, I'll come right over. Thank you.

There's been an offer on the church.

But I don't understand. You said I could stay.

Matt, I said you could stay as long as no buyers came forward.

I'm sorry, Matt.

I've been trying to tell you for at least two weeks now.

And you always knew this could happen

once you stopped making payments and we had to foreclose.

Who's the buyer?

Corporate LLC, probably a hedge fund.

They can't really remodel, but the land is worth something.

They probably wanna knock it down and throw up some apartments.

Knock it--

Well, it's not some restaurant. This is a house of worsh--

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

Hey. Can I call you back? I'm in the middle of a--

We're out of bleach.

What? Which kind?

Yeah. Okay. I'll grab some on the way home.

- Bye. - Bye.

How is Mary?

Tell me how I can keep my church.

With no other offers on the table, we have to accept theirs.

But now if you can come in, all cash,

even $1 above their price,

I can get your name back on the deed.

What was their price?

One hundred and thirty five thousand.

How much time do I have?

Tomorrow. End of day.

- Hey, you. - Hey.

- Bar fight? - Am I interrupting anything?

No, I was just watching TV. Come on in.

Doug won't mind. I promise.

Is Mary okay?

She's great.

And what?

I need to borrow $135,000.

- What? - They're gonna sell the church.

I'm sorry.

I know it's a lot of money, but it'd just be a loan.

Things are changing. People are ready to come back.

I just performed a baptism this morning.