The Leftovers (2014–2017): Season 2, Episode 3 - Off Ramp - full transcript

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Come with me.

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Hey.

This is Susan.

I told her it was safe here.

Hi, Susan.



I'm Laurie.

Would you like to join us?

So there's a bathroom down the hall.

It's not locked,

but as long as you're
in there after 9:00,

you probably won't see anyone.

I need to go across the street
to get some of my things,

but if it's okay,
I'd like to come back

and sleep here
for the next few nights

so you're not alone.

Is that okay?

These are for you.

Oh, and...

my number is the only one
programmed in there,



so if you need anything
ever, you just call me.

The phone can't text,
so you'll have to talk.

You married?

Kids?

Me, too.

Tommy, the one that brought you out,

he's my son.

If you let me, I will
help you come back.

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You can.

I did.

But I am grateful for it.

And I don't need to know
how it works.

I just need to know that the world...

is in decay.

And I can feel your pain
coming off you

in hot, throbbing waves.

And I can take it.

I can take it from you.

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Who wants a hug?

What time is it?

It's almost midnight.

Go sleep in my bed.

I'm gonna go back over
there, be with her.

You want me to make you a sandwich?

No.

You find the next hive yet?

Don't call them that.

Why?

Because they're people,
Tommy, not insects.

I know they're people.

I did hear of a house in Hackensack.

It's got almost 30 members.

You know, you just got
to give yourself a few days,

get yourself back.

Myself back?

I'm worried about you.

They know your face now.

Maybe you should try something else.

They don't know shit.

Chapters are spread all over.

They don't talk to each other.

Jesus, they don't talk at all.

It only works from the inside.

It's the only way for me
to get them to trust me.

The only way for me
to get them to trust you.

Fuck Hackensack.

You go get 'em, kiddo.

You ever miss it?

- What?
- The quiet.

No.

What is that?

Sorry?

What are you writing?

Oh, it's a book.

What's it about?

It's about us.

There she is. Dr. Ruth.

Hey, good morning, Viktor.

- You got a light?
- I quit.

Really? Me, too. Here,
let me get this for you.

So how's the counseling business?

- So far so good.
- Really?

If you need anything
else in the space,

I got a guy who can
rent you out some furniture.

No, we're okay. We're okay.

And, hey, I know...
I know it's a little late,

but I'll have the check
for you on Friday, okay?

Yeah, all right. No problems.

That's great. Yeah, uh, Laurie?

It's gonna be an extra
200 here on out, okay?

Why?

Because this is a commercial building

and you got people living there.

No, no, sometimes I work late.

Yeah, well, you know, these toilets,

they can handle day poops,
not night poops.

Okay, look... I'm writing a book.

It's going really well,

but, you know, money's just
a little tight right now.

Yeah, well, see if you
can shake some loose.

Okay.

Are those bagels?

Oh.

Everybody walks around
like nothing happened.

They don't even think about it.

Like they just had it
erased or something.

The stuff they care about
just feels so stupid sometimes.

What do you care about?

My family.

Was that a question? 'Cause your
voice kind of went up at the end.

Oh.

We were eating dinner, it was nice.

And then my husband said
something, I said something back.

And while I'm talking I'm thinking,

"This is so fake.

You're in someone else's movie
and you're just saying lines."

I felt...

outside.

Beats the fuck out of inside.

You are not welcome here.

- How'd they find us?
- Doesn't matter.

They can't hurt you now.

They're cowards.

You leave.

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And then after a while, he asked
me if I wanted to come in.

What did you talk about?

How Kyle was doing.

Glenn got him a tutor
over the summer.

And then he asked me
if I was coming home.

Sounds like you're surprised.

I didn't think he'd want me to.

But he does.

Maybe.

You don't believe him?

He was just so nice.

I mean, I was just gone

for almost two months

and it was just like
water under the bridge.

Because I know he's angry.

You don't know that.
Maybe he just wants you home.

Yeah, but he's angry, too.

Like you.

I'm not angry.

Okay.

Susan...

your family doesn't want to hit you.

They want to forgive you.

This is Howard.

I told him it was safe here.

Hello, Howard.

I'm Laurie.

Would you like to join us?

Resurrection?

That's the claim from Australia

as witnesses describe a man
previously believed dead

emerging from a cave in Wanneroo

outside the city of Perth.

Walked out covered in mozzie bites,

saying he'd just been in a hotel.

The man,
identified as David Burton...

I made you a grilled cheese.

Jill texted you.

You went through my phone?

It was lying right there
and it buzzed,

and I couldn't help it.

You two are meeting tomorrow?

Can I drive you?

She's not ready yet, Mom.

If I wrote her a note,
would you give it to her?

Okay.

Can I drive you?

I promise, she won't even see me.

It'll be like I'm not even there.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Nothing. There was a... It's nothing.

Jill's happy.

- Did she take my letter?
- Yeah.

Yeah, she did.

- What's going on?
- The door's padlocked.

They threw us out. They put
all the stuff in the hallway.

- No.
- Where am I gonna stay?

It's okay. We can meet at our
apartment. We'll figure this out, okay?

- Has anybody seen my laptop?
- Are you sure it was in there, Mom?

Yes, Tom. I was writing
here this morning.

And this is everything? This
was everything in the hallway?

Mom, Mom, calm down.

My book was on it
and I don't have a backup.

You didn't email it to yourself?

That motherfucker took it.

I know I'm behind, but I
can get you that money.

I just need to move
some things around.

Okay, so as soon as you do,

you can get your space back.

- I need my laptop.
- Your what?

My laptop. It was in the office.

It was on one of those cots.

The cots no one's sleeping on?

Mm-hmm.

Viktor, look, I'm sorry.

My work, the people that I'm helping,

they need... I...

I shouldn't have lied to you.

And I will get you that money.

You can even have the laptop.

I just need one file
off of it: my book.

I just... I can't write it again.

I just cannot start over.

If I give you your file back,

that would be proof
that I have your computer.

- Is that your son?
- Mm-hmm.

Don't you want to go home tonight and
tell him that you're a good man?

That somebody asked for help
and you gave it to them?

My kid's an asshole.

And I don't have your laptop.

Mom!

Mom! Mom!

What the fuck?

Hey! Hey!

Who the fuck are you?

What did you do in my house? Hey!

What the fuck?

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Is your mattress soft?

Sorry?

Susan is used to
sleeping on the floor

and then a cot,

so comfort takes
some getting used to.

Oh. Oh.

It's one of those foam memory ones,

you know, that adapts
to your contours.

Wow. That's fancy.

Well, you might find Susan
sleeping on the floor

or on the couch, and if that happens,

I would just gently encourage
her to come back to bed.

Yeah, I...

I can do that.

What are you thinking?

She gonna talk about it?

Look, I don't want to say something
that makes her leave again.

My husband, or my ex-husband Kevin,

he thought that I left
because of him, too.

Of course he did.
I couldn't tell him otherwise.

You didn't make her leave.

They did.

She's not gonna leave you again.

And she's not gonna go back to them.

Tell him.

I'm not.

Thank you.

Welcome home.

You want to follow me around, huh?!

You want to stand outside
my fucking house?!

You want to say something
to me, you little pussy?

Talk!

Fucking talk!

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Shh, shh.

You don't have to do that.
You don't have to...

Get the fuck off me!

Hey, I didn't do... Get the fuck...

Get off me!

Motherfucker! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Get...

Listen, you don't have to...
I didn't do anything.

Wait, what are you...
what are you doing?

You don't...

Hey.

Wait. Wait.

Get the fuck off me! Get off me!

Fuck you! Get off me!

Get off me!

Hey...

Fuck!

Fuck!

Please.

Please don't.

Tell your mom Meg says hello.

It's a great piece.

A special occasion?

Oh, it's for a meeting.

With a publisher.

I wrote a book.

I mean, I just sent it
to some places.

I wasn't holding my breath, you know?

But then one called
and wanted me to come in.

So that's got to be good, right?

It's got to be.

Right, it's 849.

What's your return policy?

Who's Meg?

- What?
- Who's Meg?

What? Why aren't you
at the New Rochelle house?

Who is she, Mom?!

S-she's a woman in... in Mapleton.

I... When I was on the inside,
they had me recruit her.

I haven't really seen her
since I got out.

- You recruited her?
- Yeah.

Like you recruited me?

- Tommy, that's not...
- It's fucking useless, you know?

- What?
- The program! The meetings!

What we're doing!

- It's not working, Mom.
- Honey, tell me what happened.

What happened is I'm in there.
I'm in there with them.

But you forgot what it's like.
They make sense.

- They know something.
- No, that's it. You're done.

You're done. You are not
going back in there.

And you don't need to.

They are going to publish
my book, Tommy.

And when people read about
what's going on in those houses,

we will win.

We are going to beat them.

This is working.

Sweetie...

this is working.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Come on, what did he think I meant?

The guy's got ignorance
down to an art form.

Shit, I mean science.

Down to a science.

I mean, you can't be
responsible for anything

if you say you don't understand it.

You know?

But you try and pin him
down about it,

then he just looks at you.

And he's like, "Well, why do
you care so much anyway?"

Then you're on the
defensive just like that.

I don't know.

Just praying for the day
that he gets transferred.

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Whole place would be better off.

Honey, you're in the wrong lane.

Whoa, hey! No, you can't.

- - Susan, it's
the wrong lane! Susan, stop!

It's the wrong lane.
Stop! Jesus Christ!

Stop!

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Hi, may I help you?

Yes, I have an 11:00 appointment
with Peter Benedetto.

It's Laurie Garvey.

Great.

Laurie's here.

Okay.

They'll be ready for you
in just a few minutes.

You can have a seat right there.

Can I get you something to drink?

Uh, no. I'm great.

They love your book.

- They do?
- Oh, yeah.

Big time.

Hi, it's Laurie.

I'm sorry, what?

Uh, no. I...

I just... Can you...

I need you to slow down
and say that again.

Do you know if they're...

Okay.

Okay, I'll try...

Okay. No, I...

I'll call you back.

I'm... I'm so sorry.
I'm gonna have to...

I just found out a friend
of mine was in an accident.

Laurie. Peter.

I'm not kidding, I've been
waiting for this all week.

Ready to come on back?

- Sure.
- Come on. Come on.

Well, Laurie, I should tell you

we almost never accept
unsolicited material,

but Kerry here is the
queen of the slush pile

and she came to me and she said,

"I think I may have just read
the next 'What's Next.'"

You know "What's Next," right?

Patrick Johansen.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Yeah, it was a huge book.
Inspirational.

People wanted to know
how he was able to move on.

And you, you're coming at this
from a completely different angle.

The whole cult thing
from an insider's perspective.

- I love it.
- I'm so sorry.

Let me just put this on silent.

Hey, there's a great alt title.

"Let Me Just Put This On Silent."

So listen, Laurie, as soon
as we have a deal locked in,

I want you and Martin
to sit down together.

He did "What's Next,"
"Departure 3.0."

He's a great editor.

And he's got some terrific ideas.

Help you sharpen the edges.
Get some clarity to it.

Clarity?

Um, yeah. Like the smoking.

You never really explain why they
make you smoke all the time.

Because it was never
really explained to me.

Yeah, but they have a story, right?

I don't understand.

A story. A myth.

A rule book that says
do this this way or else.

Like for instance,
the Catholics believe

that Christ died
on the cross for our sins.

The Branch Davidians believe that God

told David Koresh
to fuck his own daughters.

This wing nut in Australia

says that he went to the
other side and he can't die.

We know what the Guilty Remnant does,

but what do they believe?

They believe the world ended.

Okay, all right. All right, great.

So that's... You and
Martin will work on that.

But the bigger issue

is we've got to put
some feeling into this thing.

- Sorry?
- Feeling.

Emotion.

I mean, there's some
heartbreaking stuff in here.

Um...

The lighter.

The lighter.

From your daughter

with the engraving
"Please come home, Mom."

It said "Don't forget me."

Even better.

See, Laurie, that's what
this book wants to be.

If you want people
to connect with it,

you have to tell them how it felt.

How what felt?

The realization.

When you figured out
that these people

that you left your family for
are fucking whack jobs.

Okay.

Oh, your daughter, um...

- Jill.
- Jill, yes.

The fire.

My God, when I read that,
I couldn't believe it.

But the fact-checkers
said you were there.

And Jill, she was there because these
people had you brainwashed, right?

Then they got you to let your
own daughter into the house

so that you would burn together.

But then you break free.

And when you finally speak

for the first time in,
what was it, a year,

you shout Jill's name
to your husband,

the same guy these people
made you divorce.

And he goes running in.

I mean, she's in there
because of you.

But you can't save her.

He's the one to save her

because all you can do
is stand there and watch.

And I know all of this, Laurie,
because you put it in your book.

But what I don't know, Laurie,
and what I need to know...

is how you feel about it.

Garvey.

They like my book.

What she did, it wasn't our fault.

She was fucked up, Mom. We tried.

They won't jump out of the way.

- What?
- I don't want to hurt them,

but they won't jump out of the way.

Mom, I know you're fucked up,

but everyone's back
at our place right now

and they're all losing their shit.

So can you keep yours together?

Why are we losing?

Because they're giving
them something.

We can strip it away,
but once it's gone,

we have nothing to put
back in its place.

Well, let's give them something.

Therapists have a lot of rules.

Only one really matters:

don't talk about yourself.

I spent the first weeks
after the Departure

just waiting.

I'm still waiting.

We all are.

I had a patient who said she could

feel that something
terrible was gonna happen.

And it did.

So the next time I saw her
a few months later,

she was wearing white,
smoking a cigarette.

She knew I was afraid

and confused and alone.

And the next thing I knew, I was
screaming my daughter's name

thinking that I had killed her.

Her name is Jill.

And I don't think she'll
ever speak to me again.

But there is another story.

It's one that I've kept to myself

because I had to

to protect my son.

Tell them.

Tell them, Tommy.

They need you to.

Have you heard of Holy Wayne?

Yeah.

He said he could
take people's pain away.

I didn't believe him at first,

but then I saw him do it.

He would just hug them
and they'd be okay.

I don't know why,

I don't know why him,
but I know it worked.

So I followed him wherever he went

and I did whatever he asked of me.

And then they came to kill him.

We got away, but we had to split up.

He asked me to protect this girl,

a pregnant girl.

She gave birth...

and then she just left the baby.

Just abandoned it in a
fucking rest stop bathroom.

The baby, she was crying
and I didn't know what to do.

I was alone.

So I looked up at the ceiling

and said, "Help."

Not to God.

Not to anyone. I just said it.

10 seconds later, there's
a knock on the door.

It was Wayne.

I don't know how he found me.

Nobody knew where I was.

The baby stopped crying and...

he told me where to take her.

She'd be safe.

And then he said he was gonna die.

Yeah.

I asked him when
and he said tomorrow.

I asked him why he wasn't afraid.

And he said,

"I haven't been afraid
in a real long time."

Then he told me one more thing.

He said if I accepted it,
that I could do what he did.

I could take people's pain away.

But there'd be a price.

There's always a price, though.

But I wanted it anyway.

I wanted to do what he could do.

I wanted to be...

something.

So I said yes.

And he wrapped his arms around me

and I felt everything I was,

everything I ever would be.

And I felt it get born and die

over and over again.

And then he let go.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I've been afraid to use it.

Been afraid of what it was.

Of what it would become.

But I can't let you hurt anymore.

I can't be afraid anymore.

So...

who wants a hug?