LWLucy Warburton
You are aware that people like dogs?
KGKevin Garvey Jr.
I like dogs.
LWLucy Warburton
Then stop fucking shooting them because that's something crazy people do!
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
LWLucy Warburton
Jesus, I never should have told you to watch the fucking 'Wire.'
This is the story of a a little boy. I'd say, "Stop me if you've heard this one before," but you have, and I don't really want to be stopped. This boy, he's a good kid; not perfect, but good, and when he's about 10 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 and 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 8 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 9 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.
Is she OK?
She's Jill.
What does that mean?
She doesn't really do OK.
[to the Guilty Remnant] Where's Patti? Get all your people together here in 5 minutes from all your fuckin' houses. I'll wait...It's just been made clear to me that it's officially open season on you people. Now, the ideal thing would be for you all to stay off the streets, but we all know that's not gonna happen, is it? Whistles. Keep these on you at all times. Use them. I got my people on extra patrols, and they're ready to respond. This doesn't have to happen again, but that's on you. No one understands whatever it is you believe in. They don't give a shit long as you leave them alone. But if you keep following people around, buying up their homes, painting everything white, breaking into their houses, they will retaliate. Any questions? I'll take them in writing. Thank you for your time.
It's Meg, right? Do you still talk?
Yes.
Where's Laurie?
I don't know.
Is she OK?
I don't know.
I'm the only person that gives a shit about you people, and you won't even tell me where my wife is?
She's not your wife anymore.
[to Laurie] I brought her here, too. Just over a year ago. Gladys sat right there where you're sittin' right now. I don't know how, but she somehow got word that her son had died. Did she ever tell you she had a son?
[Laurie writes "No"]
It was over in Yemen, I think. His helicopter just crashed or some such, and as you can imagine, she did not take it very well. She questioned her commitment, she became distracted, and she began to feel again. And there was a lot of mopin' and cryin' around the house, and then it started to happen out in the open. So I brought her here, I fed her, and I invited her to speak her troubles out loud. I gave her every opportunity to talk. She never spoke one word, never broke, just like you. So I'm going to tell you what I told her. I understand the pull. I understand. It's your family. It's your past. I understand that going back to them feels comfortable and easy because the alternative, what we do, is very, very hard. But there can't be any doubt, Laurie because doubt is fire! And fire is gonna burn you up until you are but ash!
My name is Matt Jamison. I didn't know your friend very well. I don't even know if you considered her a friend, but she lived here, with all of you. I tried to give her a blanket once on a cold winter day, but she wouldn't take it. She was committed to her path. I don't understand your faith, but I understand commitment and I respect it. But we are, all of us, no matter what we've suffered, still alive. We still feel pain and sorrow. We still feel loss. We still feel love. This woman was one of you, and now she's gone. I know you cannot speak her name. I know you cannot say good-bye. But I ask you at least to let me.
HWHoly Wayne
For whoever is joined with all of the living, there is hope. Surely, a live dog is better than a dead lion. Hope. It's your weakness. You want it gone because you don't deserve it. Nora, you do deserve hope. I've seen my own death, and it's coming upon me very soon, so this is your one chance, your only chance, and the question remains the same: Do you want to feel this way?
No. No.
HWHoly Wayne
Then let me take it from you.
Will I forget them?
HWHoly Wayne
Never.
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 fuckin' cigarette!
Just so you know, it is possible for some people to be okay, Jill.
JGJill Garvey
Are you okay, Aimee?
I, am fucking fantastic, and I've got to say that I think your dad could be too if you'd just fucking let him.
JGJill Garvey
Did you fuck him?
What?
JGJill Garvey
Did you? Did you fuck my dad?
Yeah, Jill. I did. I fucked 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 fucked the shit out of him on top of a pile of guns.
JGJill Garvey
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
You may be able to shed some light about your friend here, but as far as I can tell, he's a ghost.
DDean
I prefer to think of myself as a guardian angel.
Boy are you fucked.
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- can't let me go, won't let me die. Oh what to do, Kevin, what to fucking do?
What do you want?
I want you to understand.
Understand what?
Ever think about the fourteenth? The fourteenth of October? The great vanishing, the Sudden Departure, the clusterfuck of the modern era. When's the last time you really thought about it?
I don't.
Me, I think about it every fuckin' waking moment. I mean come on, what else is there to think about?
So 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 fuckin' talk. I've gotta' hand it to you Patti that is such an impressive line of fuckin' bullshit.
Well Laurie obviously disagrees with you.
Laurie didn't join you to become a living fucking 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 dick? Yes, Kevin, there was a time when I told Laurie everything. And then there was a time when 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 fucking name.
Well Kevin, that was the point! That woman was brutally murdered- death by a hundred stones- and now, she can't be forgotten.
Did you murder her?
[pause] She was okay with it. And when Laurie's time comes she will be okay 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 kill you.
Oh Kevin, you can't kill me, you don't have the fuckin' 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 beat over my heart, and you 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.
[stares a moment] You're going home. [kneels and starts cutting her loose] You're not gonna' tell anyone what I did to you. Because I'll fuckin' tell them. Lose my fuckin' job, so fuckin' be it. But I am not gonna' lose my mind listening to the words coming out of your fucking mouth. No, Patti. No. I don't understand you.
[picks up a piece of broken glass as Kevin walks toward the door to leave] Kevin!
[he turns to face her]
You do understand.
[Patti stabs herself in the neck, blood pouring down her body as she collapses]
Oh Jesus! Oh God! [rushes to Patti and lowers her to the floor, removing the shard from her neck] What the fuck did you do? What the fuck did you do?
You understand...
I think something's fucking wrong with me.
KGKevin Garvey, Sr.
I think you're right.
Why isn't it enough?
KGKevin Garvey, Sr.
Because every man rebels against the idea that 'this is fucking it.' Fights windmills, saves fucking damsels, all in search of greater purpose. [pause] You have no greater purpose. Because - 'it' - is enough... So cut the shit, K?
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