Previously, on "Preacher..."
Donnie, what did you do?
We have a job for you.
We want you to kill the preacher.
I'm gonna bring God to this church.
It's a direct line to Heaven's throne.
I need angel hands, otherwise it won't work.
All right, Carlos...
This is justice.
Oh, my God.
Where's Eugene?
Wanna see you Sunday.
? But he could not forgive her ?
_
? Though he tried and tried ?
? And tried ?
? And the halls of his memories ?
? Still echo her eyes ?
? He cried like a baby ?
? And he screamed like a panther in the middle of the night ?
? And he saddled his pony ?
? And he went for a ride ?
In other news, God is coming to Annville.
Or so some local residents seem to be saying.
Why don't you come down to the All Saints' Church this Sunday,
and see for yourself what's what?
In not unrelated news,
local freak Eugene Root remains missing,
and Preacher Custer
continues to be sought by law enforcement.
Hey, Mabel!
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? I got the bo-o-o-owling ba-a-all blues ?
? When I first started bowling ?
? Just a spare was great ?
? And my score looked good at 108 ?
? And they said if I practiced ?
? I could raise my game ?
? So I practiced and I practiced ?
? But I still bowl the same ?
? I got the bo-o-o-owling ba-a-all blues ?
Hell's all this about?
Told you on the phone, God's coming.
Come on, Mos.
You don't believe all that crap.
Well, better safe than sorry.
Where is he?
What happened? Root get him?
Redneck son of a bitch.
Uh, rumor has it that an even worse redneck
got ahold of Preacher.
Son of a bitchier, too.
- ? I got the bo-o-o-owling ? - Donnie.
? Ba-a-all blues ?
I missed you.
- Where is he? - What?!
I said, where is he?
He's half-deaf, bitch. Uhh!
Where's Jesse?
Hey, Tulip. What are you doing here?
Door was open, idiot.
Shut up.
It's like, one look and you're done,
she's burned herself into your brain, that fast.
Those eyes, that smile.
For me, it's a big, fluffy ass.
Ah.
Yeah, well, whatever floats your boat.
All right, Larry.
Prairie Dog dropped the charges.
You're good to go.
Hey. Listen.
I know you're hurting,
but maybe you and Pedro just take a break,
leave it up on Brokeback Mountain for now.
All right? Off you go.
Where is he?
Like I told your guys, I have no idea.
Past few days, me and Padre been laying low,
hanging out at the whorehouse,
where you got me and...
Not Custer.
Come Sunday, I know where to find him.
_
I meant Eugene.
What'd Preacher do with him?
Sheriff...
you're gonna have to trust me on this one.
You don't want to know.
Don't I, though?
I see that you are no stranger
to our criminal-justice system.
Uh-oh. Manila folder time.
Mm-hmm.
Assault and battery in Las Vegas.
Let... let me just say I... I... do you know what?
I told 'em right from the get go, I don't...
I don't like magicians, okay.
Drunk and disorderly in Denver.
Lewd and lascivious in Nashville.
New York City, attempted murder.
Oh, right.
I sort of lost my head a bit there.
Crime of passion.
Judging from this,
you're a very passionate man, Mr. Cassidy.
What catches my eye, though,
are the dates of your arrests.
1961.
1950.
1940.
1922.
And so on and so forth.
And yet, I look so young.
Everybody says that.
But thank you.
Yeah.
I noticed the sunglasses.
I noticed the... goofy hats.
I just wrote it down to you being an asshole.
Ha. No, Sheriff.
I'm not an asshole.
I'm the asshole.
This is medicine for you.
At least, that's... that's what I read on the Internet.
Come on, vampire.
It's gonna be a long night.
I've been washed clean.
I had Preacher dead-to-rights in that church.
Could've killed him and been a hero for it, too.
But I stopped myself.
I remembered he'd been merciful with me before.
You remember when... when we was
in the men's room together that night?
Uh-huh.
He could've killed me that night,
but he didn't do it.
Preacher was merciful.
Yeah, so I was merciful, too.
So then when I heard he was on the run,
I told him he could hide out here.
'Cause Preacher saved me.
He showed me that I...
I'm not a murderer.
He showed me that I'm not the bad guy.
And, um, he showed you all this
in a gas station men's room, huh?
Lose the attitude, okay?
It takes a real man to let God in his heart.
We're gonna go grab a smoke, okay?
I come back to the whole town
going crazy over God showing up,
now Donnie Schenck, droolin' and acting like
you're the Dalai Lama?
What the hell's going on, Jesse?
I'll bring you up to speed.
First, you came back for me.
Yeah, well, after that phone message,
how could I resist?
"Hi, Tulip, um, I... I just ate pancakes."
I'm sorry, Tulip.
You should be.
Do something for me, Jesse?
Anything.
Yeah?
'Cause, um... I mean, it's bad.
Like, really bad.
- Mmm. - I mean, nasty.
Mm-hmm.
Anything, right?
Whatever you want.
Kill him.
_
Well, I had to step to him and say,
"Listen, my ma drives me crazy sometimes, too,
but that's your madre, brah.
You got to respect her
like you gots to respect all women."
It's so nice to hear a man talk like that.
I mean, I'm not... I'm not trying to be like...
I'm just saying, in the end,
you, me, our moms, we're all just people.
Well, I better get back to work.
Yeah, yeah, me, too.
You know, uh, I'll bring those in for you.
Okay. Thanks, Carlos.
Yeah.
Hey, Jennifer?
You like Chinese food?
Not... really.
Puta.
We like Chinese food.
Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.
'Sup?
Poor Carlos.
Chinese food would be good, though.
Yep.
And a nice, cold beer.
Unh-unh. You can't have beer.
Says who?
I'm not having beer, and neither are you.
All right. Whiskey it is.
Asswipe.
- Oh, my God. - What?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
What is it, Jesse?
Show me.
I'll show you.
I'll show you, big time.
What the he...?
No.
- Oh, yeah. - That is... that's wrong.
Uh-huh. Come on.
It's like "Lady and the Tramp," except with our butts.
Jesse Custer, do not come near me with that thing.
I swear to God.
Oh, you know you want it.
You know. Come on.
- Put it away! - Come on, just...
Real professional, you two.
Oh, give us a break.
Hey, Carlos.
I mean, we are just people.
- Real smooth, Carlos. - Bite me.
How long to the vault?
I'd say... eight, nine minutes.
These are ready to go.
Fun's over, Custer.
Now the pain begins...
Aw, come on.
So help me God, I will beat you with this camera.
Don't be such a baby.
Just try it. You might like it.
I mean it. It's not funny.
Then why are you laughing?
I'm laughing at what an asshole you are.
Asshole?
I said stop...
_
Ow!
Ah-ha. See?
You bit me. That's cheating.
Let's see if there's Chinese food in prison.
? ?
No!
What? What is it?
The baby.
Why?
You were happy.
I...
? ?
? Honey, won't you listen, why don't you... ?
French vanilla, I remember.
I don't need to write it down,
'cause it's been your blessed favorite
in all the 39 years we've been married.
But, uh, maybe after your bubble bath,
we could... get a little frisky?
No, I didn't say dirty, I said frisky.
You know, like that time that you wore that...
No? All right, okay.
Never mind.
Uh, it... it was just a thought.
Uh, hush, now.
No, I'm happy no matter what we do.
As long as it's together.
Yeah, a movie sounds great.
Okay. Yeah.
I can see you there, yeah?
You about a tough son of a bitch.
Well, you get used to it.
Thanks.
Where is Eugene?
Okay. All right, I... I can tell you this.
The good news is he's alive.
Well, maybe.
Mind you, that may also be the bad news, as well.
Honestly, it was an accident.
You know, Jesse wouldn't... he wouldn't hurt a kid,
not on purpose, he wouldn't.
Oh, high praise, indeed.
This world...
vampires... government agents...
psychopathic preachers...
it's all an unmitigated monster swamp.
That's true.
Plonkers and gobshites.
As far as the eye can see.
Still, nobody's perfect, you know?
I mean, you know
I'm a dark-hearted piece of shite.
That's true.
The manila folder never lies.
And what about you... Sheriff?
All this.
Last I checked, this kinda questioning was illegal.
Not in Texas.
Not when a man's looking for his son.
Are you really looking for him, though, is what I'm wondering?
Just come on, be honest with me now, right.
Could there not be... like a teeny-tiny part of you
that'd be happy if he was just gone?
Eugene's a good boy.
I know. I know that.
But he's sort of annoyingly good, though.
Am I right?
Always talking, asking his bloody questions,
and that face, I just...
I honestly... I don't know how you do it.
Having to wake up to that giant, puckered arseface
staring at you across the breakfast table
day after day...
You'll see.
This just proves my point exactly.
Nobody's perfect.
You can go.
Ahh.
Good.
I got to be someplace.
We will burn in Hell.
You know what Hell is to me?
Someone screwing us and us not screwing 'em back.
No, no, no, that is not Hell. It will not...
make a difference, you understand?
We have to lead him to God.
- Oh, yeah, great idea. - They're gonna wake up Chris.
Hmm?
Never mind.
It won't make a difference!
We have to lead him to God!
Yeah, much better plan.
Let's use some guy's hand to call down heaven on a phone
and let some beardy white guy decide.
We don't know he's white.
Well, he'd better be,
or else he'll have even more explaining to do!
Oh, so God's a racist, too, now, as well?
Is that what you're saying?
I'm saying Carlos took everything from us, Jesse!
'Cause he was jealous!
Out of spite!
Eye for an eye! And you know what that means?!
That means we get to kill him!
No matter what we do,
that baby ain't never coming back!
I know! And someone's got to pay!
What are you doing, Jesse?
I'm going to Hell anyway.
No, no, no, please. Please don't.
That's it, scoot you over there.
No! No!
What are you doing?
- What's it look like? - Jesse.
What's wrong?
That is the most beautiful thing
anyone's ever done for me.
An eye for an eye.
You were right.
No.
You were right.
It wouldn't make a difference.
Probably not.
It'll feel good, though.
St-Stop. Jesse.
You're gonna mess my car.
No, I'm not.
Trash bag will collect the brains.
Yeah, but there's... there's still gonna be splatter,
and the... the bullet's gonna crack my axle.
No, no, no, it won't, not if I aim here.
I said no, Jesse.
Are you changing your mind?
It was the thought, okay?
That's what counts.
Huh.
So what are we gonna do with him?
Thank you.
I'm...
Yeah, I'm sorry, guys.
- I, um... - ? Your own ?
I lost my head.
- ? Personal Jesus ? - So, no excuse, but...
So, yeah, this... this worked out great.
Anyway, um...
? Someone to hear your prayers ?
- Peace. ? Someone who cares ?
Hey, Carlos.
? Your own personal Jesus ?
Before you go...
? Someone to hear your prayers ?
? Someone who's there ?
For you.
Wait, what?
What? Still unfair?
Yeah.
Got to give him a chance, right?
? You know I'm a forgiver ?
No.
No, don't give me the gun.
- ? Reach out and touch faith ? - Okay.
? Reach out and touch faith ?
That's better.
- Ready? - Do I look ready?
? Reach out and touch faith ?
Carlos, what about you? You ready?
I'm re... I'm not... not really.
? Reach out and touch faith ?
Tough shit.
Animals! The both of 'em!
Just like out of some horror movie.
Right now? At your place?
And that three-and-a-half-dollar tart Tulip O'Hare.
It's not Donnie's fault, okay?
Preacher put a spell on my Donnie.
You hear that? We're on the move.
That's right! You get 'em, boys!
You get that sumbitch Preacher!
That's a blown-up bulldozer.
? Born a natural loser ?
? I can't recall just where ?
? Raised on brew and poker and a dollar here and there ?
? Blackjack hand, dealer man ?
? You better pay off that last debt ?
? Two-bit hand, a 21 is all I ever get ?
? Go down gamblin' ?
? Say it when you're runnin' low ?
? Go down gamblin' ?
? You may never have to go, go ?
? Ooh! ?
This how you call him?
I guess.
Okay. Let's see.
That looks like the speakerphone.
The severed hand moves over here to power on.
It's pretty straightforward.
Right.
- ? Go down gamblin' ? - That's the video con.
- ? Say it when you're runnin' low ? - Video con?
Video conferencing.
? Go down gamblin' ?
As in, yeah. We aren't just gonna talk to Him,
we're gonna see Him.
? I have to go, Lord ?
? Ooh, go down gamblin' ?
? Say it when you're runnin' low ?
? Go down gamblin' ?
? Hey ?
What do you think's gonna happen?
I honestly have no idea.
Well...
no matter what, we're getting French fries after.
Could I just sneak past, please?
Sorry. Sorry, big fella.
So sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.
Cass.
You okay? Jesse said the cops got you.
Yeah, no, I'm fine.
They just let me off with a warning
and a couple of bullet holes.
Happy you're here.
I wouldn't miss it.
Look up.
It's about to start. Go sit with your brothers.
Could we save a seat for Miles?
No, Miles isn't coming.
He doesn't want to meet God?
He's meeting him somewhere else.
I'm here, okay? Mommy's here.
Shh!
Preacher's right there, Sheriff.
Ain't you gonna arrest him?
Peace be with you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks for coming out, y'all.
Ooh, boy, what a turnout.
Yeah, well, it is a big day.
Today, we answer mankind's most pressing question,
namely... what the hell's going on?
Now, Preacher Custer here argues, not only is there a God,
he's going to call him down right into this room
and we're all gonna talk to him.
Ain't that right, Preacher Custer?
Something like that.
What I say, my position in all of this is,
that Preacher Custer,
like every single preacher, priest, and holy man
since the dawn of time, is full of shit.
The only true God... the only real God...
is the God of Meat.
Well, anyway, whoever's right, you know, gets the church,
so, uh, enough with all the preamble-lizing.
Let's get started, shall we?
Uh, Preacher Custer?
Show us God.
??
Angel hands. Yeah?
Just shoot its dick off.
Well, all right, yep, there it is.
Guess that settles it.
What the hell?
The sun!
It's all right. Don't panic.
It's okay. Everyone relax.
It's all right.
Nothing to be afraid of.
Look upon me!
I am the Alpha and the Omega and the bright morning star.
I am the Lord, your God.
My children, why have you called me?
Um...
God, forgive us.
We...
I called you 'cause we all have questions.
Questions... for me?
Respectfully... we would like to know...
How dare you question your God!
How dare you!
No! How dare you!
You can't shout at us like that!
We're the ones should be screaming,
- you sick, stuck-up... - Tulip!
And you made a baby cry.
I told you he was a white guy.
"I am," is the only answer you need!
No, that is not good enough!
Look at us down here.
Hearts full of greed, hate and doubt.
Sin is winning and you're losing!
So, if we are your children,
why don't you act like a father?
Take some time out of your busy schedule
and answer some goddamn questions.
Balls.
Very well.
What are your questions?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Ah, yes.
You see, when I created humanity,
I wanted you to have everything.
Joy, hope, love, but also pain...
everything that makes you a person.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Good.
But why?
- You had your turn! - My turn! Sit down!
What did you do to the dinosaurs?!
What's Heaven like?
You know one time, I took quite a bit of angel dust
and then I drank an eight-pack of Red Bull,
and went to a Bieber concert.
Children, my children.
Honestly, this is crazier than that.
Hey! Hey, you!
My family, my baby girl, my little Lucy Loo!
What about her?
Is she there... with you?
Yes. She is here.
What about you, Preacher?
You must have a question.
I guess I got lots of 'em.
But if I had just one...
I've been wondering for a long time now...
what's your plan for me?
To be a shepherd to your flock.
To tend to them and the church.
But I failed at that.
So why did you give me this power if...
if I can't use it to save them?
You have not failed, my son.
You brought them to me and so they are saved.
Really?
Even Eugene?
Yes. Even him.
You are all saved!
It's amazing, Jesse.
You did it.
But I sent him to Hell!
And... how did you do that, my son?
With the power.
With Genesis.
Uhh... uhh... Oh. Oh, yes.
Yes, yes, yes. Of course.
And who else has a question?
Can I get my dick back on?!
Excuse me.
I have one last question.
You're not God, are you?
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
No, you're not.
I am the bright morning star.
I just saw you picking your nose.
No, my son, I was scratching it.
You're an imposter.
I am the Lord, your God!
You're not God.
Yes, I am! Jesus.
Where is God?
I am the Resurrection!
I am the way and the truth!
Where is God?!
I...
Uh, oh.
I don't know.
Where is he?
I don't know.
None of us do.
He's... he's missing.
God is missing!
Do you know where he is? He's...
Maybe he's down there. We don't know.
Guys? Guys?
I... I... He made... he made me say... he made me say that.
The... that... that preacher, he made me do it.
Guys?! Guys?!
He can't... he's missing!
God is gone!
Let's go.
Denounce him, Preacher.
Denounce him, Preacher!
Denounce him, Jesse Custer!
Denounce him!
Padre, where we going?
Tulip wants French fries.
He's getting away, Sheriff.
Ain't you gonna do something?
He broke the law.
The law.
Excuse us.
Let's go.
? Too many teardrops ?
? For one heart to be cryin' ?
? Too many teardrops ?
? For one heart to carry on ?
Meat!
Nothing has changed.
We are still gonna comb our hair and brush our teeth
and do our best at school.
Daddy's still in heaven, like he's always been.
The good part of heaven, not that scary part.
I know you're scared.
But we just need to stay strong, be true to ourselves, okay?
We don't need God.
And I'm gonna let you guys in on a little secret, okay?
We never did.
Nothing's changed. Nothing's changed.
? All I can say is that my life is pretty plain ?
? I like watchin' the puddles ?
? Gather rain ?
? And all I can do ?
? Is just pour some tea for two ?
All clear.
? And speak my point of view ?
? But it's not sane ?
? It's not sane ?
? Sane ?
? I just want someone to say to me ?
? Ohh, ohh, ohh ?
? "I'll always be there when you wake" ?
? I don't understand ?
? Why I sleep all day ?
? And I start to complain that there's no rain ?
? And all I can do is read a book to stay awake ?
? It rips my life away, but it's the great escape ?
? Great escape ?
? I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today ?
? So stay with me, and we'll have it made ?
? Made ?
? All I can say ?
? Is that my life is pretty plain ? Oh!
? You don't like my point of view ?
? You think I'm insane ?
? It's not sane ?
? I just want someone to say to me ?
Uh-oh.
? Ohh, ohh, ohh ?
? I'll always be there when you wake ?
? Ooh ?
? Ooh, ooh ?
Well, that's it?
That's the ending?
Steve Buscemi dies of a heart attack,
they scatter his ashes, go back to bowling?
I mean, what's the bloody point?
What, you know you're the only person in this entire planet
who doesn't like that movie?
Unh-unh. That's not true.
It's... it's... it's actually, it's a very controversial film.
Who here likes "The Big Lebowski"?
Long live The Dude!
Eejits.
So, what's the plan, Jesse?
Well, the plan is simple... Find God.
Oh, no offense, Padre,
but I'm right... I'm tired of the God talk, now.
I am, too.
That's why we're gonna go out and actually find God.
Oh, like a... like a road trip?
With buckets of guns, sex, drugs,
and shady characters dressed in bikinis?
Yeah. I imagine there'll be a bit of that.
I'm in. Done.
I'm sorry, we're just gonna, like, drive around,
shooting people, getting wasted, and looking for God?
Oh, I'm so in!
And what are you gonna do when you find him?
Well... God wants our help, we'll help him.
If he doesn't...
We're gonna kick his ass.
Hmm.
All right, bitches... let's go.
? Ain't the kind of love she took away ?
Haven't forgotten about you.
I'm gonna get you out of Hell, one way or another.
_
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Annville, Texas, was powered entirely by a methane reactor,
so experts suspect an excess of flammable cow manure
may have been behind this tragedy.
For now, that's just speculation,
but authorities fear a blast of this magnitude
will have left no survivors behind.
Hey.
This, uh, Genesis thing...
What is it?
You want me to show you?
Yeah.
Kiss me.
? Tonight you're mine, completely ?
? You give your love so sweetly ?
? Tonight, the light of love is in your eyes ?
? But will you love me tomorrow ?
That's Genesis.
Ugh!
Don't ever do that again.
? Well, we all need someone we can lean on ?
What are we waiting on?
? And if you want it ?
? Girl, you can lean on me ?
? Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on ?
? Yeah ?
Preacher.
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