The Leftovers

You like Rice Krispies treats?

Suit yourselves.

Sorry about the dog.

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.

So, Miss Durst--

Nora.

Nora, you do the questionnaire thing for the government, right?

Uh-huh.

So you, like, ask stuff to find out what they had in common,

everybody who poofed?

That's the idea.

So do people, like, freak out?

What do you mean?

Well, I just mean, if I lost somebody

and had to answer personal questions 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 gun?

- What? - She has a gun in her purse.

Right?

What makes you think she has--?

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

- Why'd you need it before? - Jill.

It made me feel better.

- Then why'd you get rid of it? - Jill.

- What? - Enough.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

I just want to know how she got better.

Hey! Nora's a guest in our house.

- I'm asking our guest a question. - Then cut the shit, Jill.

Go ahead. Take a look.

- Nora, you don't have-- - It's okay, really.

Go ahead.

- Apologize. - She doesn't have to.

She does have to.

- Sorry. - No worries.

I think she really likes me.

She said, she was looking forward to it. I swear.

Now that I've been inspected for fire arms, 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.

Jesus! You are taking a nap? Come on.

She's still out.

THE LEFTOVERS

Morning.

Is my dad downstairs?

Nope.

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

Bang, bang.

You don't fucking know me! You motherfucker!

You don't fucking know me!

- Fuck you! - Megan.

Fuck you, you fuck! You fucking fuck!

You! How fucking dare you?

You don't know me!

You're everywhere! Leave us alone!

- Megan. - Fuck you!

Megan. Come home.

- Megan! - Shut your fucking mouth, you fuck!

- Come home, Megan. - Fuck you!

Come home. Megan!

Fuck. Do you know what he's doing? Do you know?

This is about me! This is my fucking 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 fucking come here and do that!

You can't let him!

Fine. Fine. Let's see what Patti says.

I think she's playing possum.

You are playing possum, gorgeous?

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

What the hell's wrong with you?

- What happened last night? - What?

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

Why?

I don't think I remember.

You don't think you remember?

This was all your idea, asshole.

What do you remember?

I remember getting into bed.

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

What, that you're fucking 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 fuck yourself" smile.

Next thing I know, you were out, grabbing her.

Nothing like a spontaneous abduction to get the heart fucking pumping,

and, boom, we are off to Cairo, New York.

We're in Cairo?

Well, you gave me directions!

You said that you--

You used to come to camp 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.

When we made the bet.

Oh, Jesus.

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

You win, I stop shooting the fuckers.

I win, you give me a dollar.

Yeah, I will collect that dollar,

so don't try using this amnesia bullshit to back out.

No, I don't have fucking amnesia.

Well, then what the fuck have you got?

Shit.

Oh, fuck. Jesus.

You're okay?

I think things got a little out of control last night.

- Jesus, Chief. What the hell--? - Shut the fuck up.

I shouldn't have done this to you.

But you kept fucking 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-- - Shut up!

I don't forget.

Well, well.

It speaks.

Gosh, you're so friendly now.

Tell me...

Am I still a fat, heartless cunt?

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 gonna have to batten down the hatches

and finish what you started here, my friend.

Now get me a fucking cigarette!

However, when allied tanks arrived on the outskirts of Daafeed,

the mass grave was empty.

The officers described a....

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 fucking hit us, they spit in our faces,

they spray us with hoses.

Of course.

Please.

This is my sister, Nora, my wife, Mary.

This is Laurie and Megan.

- She's the one who attacked you? - It's okay.

Megan's mother passed away on October 13th,

one day before the Departure.

She has a right to be angry. Her grief was hijacked.

I accept your apology.

She's not sorry.

She's here. It's a start.

I'm not giving up on you.

Thank you for coming by.

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 wanna drop by and write her a note, too.

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.

Okay, and Nora, who I know on a first-name basis,

by the way, she's all like, "Go ahead.

I don't give a shit. 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, fuck that.

Garvey grabs her purse, looks in that shit, and....

No gun!

- I don't get it. - Why does it matter?

Because she's lying.

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