Carnivàle (2003–2005): Season 2, Episode 12 - New Canaan, CA - full transcript
In the cliff-hanging season finale, Samson devises a grand plan by scheming with Ben, Jones, and the entire troupe to lure Brother Justin to Carnivale for his confrontation with Ben. Meanwhile, Stroud wants to protect Justin who correctly suspects that the carnival is setting a trap for him. Sofie finds herself locked in a dark shed after she tells Justin her conflicted thoughts about where her loyalties lay, and soon becomes terrorized by ghostly visions of her mother. Rita Sue is touched by Samson's generosity of giving her the money needed to pay off Stumpy's loan shark. Later, the final confrontation approaches when Brother Justin persuades Iris to overcome her fear of heights by riding the Carnivale Ferris Wheel where Jones traps both of them in for Ben to drain Justin's powers, and Ben performs his most important healing of Reverend Balthus, leading to Ben and Justin finally meeting face-to-face, and the visions of Ben and Justin coming full circle. At the same time, Joney sets out to rescue Sofie from Stroud, but soon realizes (way too late) that she has made her choice to which side her loyalties are.
2x12 - New Canaan, CA.
No.
Sofie.
I'm sorry, I thought I saw someone
come in here.
No. No, just you and me.
I wonder, my dear,
if you would mind terribly
doing me a favor?
What?
There's a loose thread
on the back of my collar.
It's driving me mad.
Do you see it?
No.
Careful.
There.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
What would I do
without you?
Sofie?
Yes?
You really
should've knocked.
I had him
dead to rights!
There was half a dozen goons
would have caught him on the porch.
I had him!
Listen, kid,
it ain't just the preacher.
It's a whole bunch of them.
And not just the ones
toting shotguns.
You kill him,
they're likely to go ape.
That ain't my problem.
It is if they set on you.
And they will,
like a pack of hungry dogs.
I don't care!
As long as he's dead.
What the hell is it
with you people?
- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.
Management, you,
Jesus, John the Baptist--
the whole buncha you!
All fired up
to throw your lives away.
They did what
they had to do.
Hogwash.
You think the Lord had
to die to make his point?
What if when they said,
"Come on down from that cross,"
Old Jesus just come on down
and spit right in their eye?
What harm
would that have done?
That's about the dumbest
thing I ever heard.
No, it ain't!
The dumbest thing is
dying when you ain't gotta.
Dying just 'cause you're
piss-poor at living.
- That ain't true!
- It is true
and you know it.
And I'll tell you
something else that's true--
When it comes to living,
dying is the easy part.
What about Sofie?
What about her?
Even if you did
manage to kill him,
what do you suppose
would happen then?
They'd set on you
and she'd be in the thick of it,
tryin' to stop them.
You ain't seen her.
She's all full up
and goo-goo eyed with the Lord.
- She's still one of us.
- No, she ain't!
She's living
in his house.
She was baptized
by the sumbitch.
He called her his treasure!
His goddamn treasure!
Well, I don't care
what he called her.
I knowed that girl
since she was knee-high,
and I know
what she'd do.
And it ain't standing by, watching
while one of her own gets killed.
Not without
dying herself to stop it.
He's right, kid.
Come on.
What about his brace?
No need for that.
They already know.
A lot of us...
We was wrong
about you.
After what you did for Jones...
You're a good boy,
Ben Hawkins.
Does that look like
justice to you?
Why don't you dry up?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
He's out there with them, isn't he?
With the carnival. He's one of them.
Who?
The boy-- Ben,
Your friend.
I didn't say
he was my friend.
Something more, perhaps?
I said I knew him.
That's all.
You were with them too,
weren't you?
You're one of them.
Not anymore.
Why do you continue
to deceive yourself?
Can you not see that
you are a prisoner of your past?
Only I can set you free
from this bondage.
It is time
to choose, Sofie.
You must choose...
Them or me.
Tell me!
Go to hell.
Go?
Why?
I plan on
bringing it here.
Think about it, kid.
A million rubes
following that clown--
On what?
A bunch of pretty words.
M eanwhile,
you're the real deal.
They get a gander
at what you can do,
they'll flock to you,
just like in Tipton.
A healing tent.
Damn right!
"Benjamin St. John"!
Beat that black-hearted
bastard at his own game.
Show them rollers
what's what.
And you wanna do that
with a bunch of fake healings?
Who said anything
about fake?
I can't do that.
Yes, you can.
I've seen what you done.
Not just with Jonesy,
that kid after
the ferris wheel collapsed.
- You've seen how it worked?
- I seen he was deader
than Dillinger.
His mama begging for his life.
And you just...
Looked at him,
and he come back.
That ain't what you saw.
The hell it ain't.
I took that woman's life.
I gave it to her son.
What difference
does that make?
It makes all the difference
in the world.
I can't just conjure up a healing
from scratch. It don't work that way.
All I do is move life.
Move it from one body
to another.
So...
You heal someone...
I gotta hurt
someone else.
Welcome aboard--
Brother Justin.
Jonesy locks him in,
fires her up
and spins him around.
Meanwhile, you commence to healing.
You do to that preacher just
- what you done to that woman.
- Tap him dry.
He's trapped in there.
Got no place to go.
Poor Brother Justin.
Must have had
a bad ticker or something.
Not a mark on him.
Natural causes.
Oh, they'll be
weeping and wailing,
pounding their chests
and whatnot.
One thing they won't
be doing is blaming us.
We pack it up, shake dust,
pretty as you please.
That might work.
Kid, it's perfection.
There's still Sofie.
We'll find her.
You can mark it.
This setup is neat
as a bandbox.
Agreed?
What if the preacher
don't want a ride?
You leave
that one to me, kid.
Would you stop
squirming, woman?
Shut up!
Mama?
Get to work, you vagrant.
- There you are.
- Here I am.
I was looking
all over for you.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Lib.
I can't.
Can't what?
I can't do this.
I can't keep being this way.
What way?
No, I'm not gonna
talk about it.
It's just gonna go bad
and that's at best.
So just quit picking at me.
- This is about Sofie, ain't it?
- Oh, god damn it!
What the hell
is so funny?
Nothing.
It's just...
That's the first time I ever guessed
what's on a woman's mind
and got it right.
Well, I'm glad you got me
all figured out.
I do! I do--
and that's a great thing!
That I'm boring?
No! That I always know
where I stand with you.
And you...
You ain't boring.
You're a lot of things, but--
boring ain't one of them.
Are you still
sweet on her?
Nope.
Do you love me?
Yes, I do.
Well, you better.
Norman...
What if you hadn't found us
that night out on the road?
Do you think things
would be different now?
I thought I was
in service to God.
I thought we were
children of God.
I wish I had made
better decisions.
But they're all mine.
The children and Eleanor...
Sins like that.
Black sins.
Those are beyond
redemption, you know?
When I die,
I'm going to hell.
And if I am very,
very fortunate...
My brother will be waiting for me
with an embrace.
I'll be right back.
Good day, miss Iris.
We come about the--
honorarium.
Of course.
Won't you come in?
Nice to meet you.
- Howdy, ma'am.
- Hello.
Poor bastard.
Here we are.
$250
the amount we agreed upon.
Thank you, ma'am.
No, thank you. You have no idea
how excited everyone--
- Iris?
- Oh, Justin.
You didn't tell me
that we had guests.
I didn't know you were home.
These are the people from the carnival.
Are they?
We was just thanking your sister
- for her generosity.
- Yes indeed.
It's for the children.
Of course.
I must say, it is an honor
to finally meet you, Reverend.
Thank you.
We've been listening
to you on the radio.
And I don't mind saying, you've been
a inspiration to the lot of us.
You know, in a way,
you and me are
in the same business.
Is that a fact, mister--?
Samson's the name.
Yes, sir, it is.
Brother Varlyn.
We have visitors.
Well, I'll be damned.
I believe we've
met on the road.
You remember Sabina...
From the Daily Brothers' circus?
Recently defunct.
Aw, really?
That's too bad.
I rather enjoyed them.
My goodness.
You know each other.
What an amazing coincidence.
- Small world.
- Yes.
Getting smaller
all the time.
In fact, we have a maid that
you might be acquainted with.
Lovely girl...
Named Sofie.
It doesn't ring a bell.
Well... I, uh, hate to run,
but we've got a show
to put on.
Much obliged, ma'am.
Oh.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Thank you.
Oh, I almost forgot. Rollo?
Two free tickets
to ride Colossus,
the biggest and the best
traveling ferris wheel
on any circuit west of the Pecos.
Reverend,
we'd be honored if you and miss Iris
would give it a whirl.
- I couldn't possibly--
- Oh, come now, Iris.
It's just a child's ride.
My sister has a dread fear
of heights.
- Of course, I would--
- Rollo.
My apologies, miss Iris.
I did not mean to upset you.
Good day, Reverend.
Samson, what the hell
are you doing?
He was about to take
them tickets.
Well, I just made sure
he insists on 'em.
And how is that?
Snips and snails, my dear.
He knows that
she's one of us?
He pretty much
hung a banner on it.
Oh, shit.
And you didn't see her
- at the house?
- Maybe she was running errands,
come back after y'all left.
Naw, I put Osgood up to watch the road.
She ain't been up there.
If she's in that damn hooverville
she's a needle in a haystack,
you do know that?
- Jeez, Jones. It ain't my fault!
- I ain't saying it was!
Shut up, the both of ya.
I'm trying to think.
He's probably got
her stashed away someplace,
playing her like a hole card.
It won't work, though. Sumbitch
will be dead before he gets to play it.
So what do we do?
Forget about her.
- What?
- The hell!
For now! We just follow
through with the plan.
Once the shouting is over,
then we track her down,
Bring her back in,
scrape gravel.
I don't like it.
You think I do?
What if she's dead?
If she's dead...
Then God help them all
in this valley.
Every single
last one of 'em.
Let me out here!
Somebody help me!
Somebody help me!
Somebody help me!
Somebody let me out of here!
Open the door, Apollonia.
What are you doing here?
I told you
to leave me alone.
Let me in!
Justin, stop!
Tell me!
Every prophet in her house.
Every prophet in her house.
I can't be her.
What are you doing?
Stop!
Mama.
No!
Please.
This is your house.
Evening.
Sorry about this.
We gotta take care
of our own.
Can't very well
leave the boy high and dry
after what he done for Jones.
Still...
Felix wanted us to put on
long-johns under our costumes,
call it "The dance of Salome,"
or some such biblical horseshit.
He's just scared.
I am too.
What's this?
That's the nut.
250 bucks.
I can't take it.
We got to take care
of our own.
- I don't like it.
- What's not to like?
An evening of games and frivolity
will do us all a world of good.
You know what I'm saying.
It's a goddamn setup.
Of course it is.
Stay here.
Let me and the boys go down
after they go dark,
burn those fuckers to the ground.
No, Iris and I must ride
the ferris wheel.
- But it's a trap!
- It's the only way to flush him out!
Please.
Don't do this.
Varlyn.
My brother.
You who have suffered so much
for my sake.
You are my rod...
And my staff.
You must have faith.
Pain is an unavoidable side effect.
"The people in these towns,"
they're asleep."
All day, at work, at home,"
they're sleepwalkers."
We wake them up."
We wake them up.
Reverend, I'm so pleased
that you could come down this evening.
We are so glad that you
and your troupe have brought such joy
to the faithful brethren.
Being that there's so many
women and children present,
I was wondering if your men
would mind leaving the weapons
in the vehicles.
Sorry, microbe, no can do.
We've already had one attempt
- on the Reverend's life.
- I read the papers.
It was this codger in the wheelchair
took a shot at him.
You ain't packing iron there,
are you, fella?
No, of course not. Justin...
He's right. Guns should not be
among the children.
Forget it.
No, no. My sister
is quite right, Varlyn.
Please ask your men
to leave their weapons in the trucks.
You heard the Reverend.
Good?
Well, now that that's settled,
I think my sister and I
would like to take a turn
- in your ferris wheel.
- I don't--
Sister Iris has always been
quite frightened of heights.
But tonight, she insists
on overcoming that fear,
inspired by the courageous brethren
and the many fears
that they have faced and overcome
in these desperate times.
What a prick.
Welcome aboard, Brother Justin.
Thank you.
Okay, boys.
Step right up, brothers and sisters!
Step right up
and witness the amazing
Benjamin St. John!
That's right,
brothers and sisters!
Fresh from a triumphant tour
of the holy land! Experience the Lord--
Open your eyes.
It's glorious!
Don't do that.
He's here tonight--
Benjamin St. John!
Thou shalt be strong.
Welcome, brothers and sisters,
to the Benjamin St. John
traveling crusade and revival!
My name is
Brother Lazarus Dubois,
and I stand before you,
living testimony--
That's enough.
My Lord, brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, here he is.
- The right reverend--
- Enough.
Benjamin St. John.
Turn that music off.
Okay, which ones of y'all
need a healing?
What's wrong with you?
He's deaf.
He's been stone-deaf
since he were born.
Justin, what is it? What?
Help!
Please!
Thank you.
- What's wrong with you?
- She got the T.B. in her lungs.
Alexsei.
Help!
Alexsei!
Stop!
Someone, please! Please stop!
Go on. You can breathe now.
It's gone!
It's all gone!
Stop the damn wheel!
Easy there, pal.
Please, somebody, please!
Help!
Be still!
See to the girl.
Hawkins!
The whole thing's gone
in the crapper, kid! Run!
What?
Run!
There you are!
I have come to judge thee
and thine abominat--
Run.
They know that I am
the Lord's left hand...
and have come to reap
what thine enemy has sown!
For I shall not spare thee,
neither shall I have pity on thee!
And thy abomination
will be in thy midst!
The power of Christ compels you!
Behold...
The Holy Evil is come.
Look at you, boy.
Such a sad mess.
So young.
Sofie.
She's waiting for you.
"A dark heart dwells"
where branches meet."
I'll be quick.
You will not suffer.
My kingdom come!
Plunge thee...
Deep!
* She'll be coming around
the mountain when she comes *
* She'll be coming around
the mountain when she comes *
* She'll be coming around the mountain *
* She'll be coming around the mountain *
* She'll be coming
around the mountain when she comes. *
Sofie?
Sofie, it's me, Jonesy.
Are you okay?
Hold on, hold on.
Don't move.
Okay.
C'mere.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on.
Watch your step.
Oh, shit. The keys.
Sofie?
Don't!
He's alive!
Well, we gotta go.
Not without him.
Oh honey.
See, all those people out there,
there's thousands of them,s
they all followed that preacher.
God, when they find out
what Ben Hawkins done...
We can't stay.
You know what I bet?
By God, I bet old Jonesy
already headed out.
He's probably waiting for us
up on down the road.
You think?
Well... hell yeah.
Hell, he's a resourceful fella.
Jones, he smells trouble a mile away.
Come on, kiddo.
Any luck?
Drive.
We can't just--
I said drive.
No.
Sofie.
I'm sorry, I thought I saw someone
come in here.
No. No, just you and me.
I wonder, my dear,
if you would mind terribly
doing me a favor?
What?
There's a loose thread
on the back of my collar.
It's driving me mad.
Do you see it?
No.
Careful.
There.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
What would I do
without you?
Sofie?
Yes?
You really
should've knocked.
I had him
dead to rights!
There was half a dozen goons
would have caught him on the porch.
I had him!
Listen, kid,
it ain't just the preacher.
It's a whole bunch of them.
And not just the ones
toting shotguns.
You kill him,
they're likely to go ape.
That ain't my problem.
It is if they set on you.
And they will,
like a pack of hungry dogs.
I don't care!
As long as he's dead.
What the hell is it
with you people?
- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.
Management, you,
Jesus, John the Baptist--
the whole buncha you!
All fired up
to throw your lives away.
They did what
they had to do.
Hogwash.
You think the Lord had
to die to make his point?
What if when they said,
"Come on down from that cross,"
Old Jesus just come on down
and spit right in their eye?
What harm
would that have done?
That's about the dumbest
thing I ever heard.
No, it ain't!
The dumbest thing is
dying when you ain't gotta.
Dying just 'cause you're
piss-poor at living.
- That ain't true!
- It is true
and you know it.
And I'll tell you
something else that's true--
When it comes to living,
dying is the easy part.
What about Sofie?
What about her?
Even if you did
manage to kill him,
what do you suppose
would happen then?
They'd set on you
and she'd be in the thick of it,
tryin' to stop them.
You ain't seen her.
She's all full up
and goo-goo eyed with the Lord.
- She's still one of us.
- No, she ain't!
She's living
in his house.
She was baptized
by the sumbitch.
He called her his treasure!
His goddamn treasure!
Well, I don't care
what he called her.
I knowed that girl
since she was knee-high,
and I know
what she'd do.
And it ain't standing by, watching
while one of her own gets killed.
Not without
dying herself to stop it.
He's right, kid.
Come on.
What about his brace?
No need for that.
They already know.
A lot of us...
We was wrong
about you.
After what you did for Jones...
You're a good boy,
Ben Hawkins.
Does that look like
justice to you?
Why don't you dry up?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
He's out there with them, isn't he?
With the carnival. He's one of them.
Who?
The boy-- Ben,
Your friend.
I didn't say
he was my friend.
Something more, perhaps?
I said I knew him.
That's all.
You were with them too,
weren't you?
You're one of them.
Not anymore.
Why do you continue
to deceive yourself?
Can you not see that
you are a prisoner of your past?
Only I can set you free
from this bondage.
It is time
to choose, Sofie.
You must choose...
Them or me.
Tell me!
Go to hell.
Go?
Why?
I plan on
bringing it here.
Think about it, kid.
A million rubes
following that clown--
On what?
A bunch of pretty words.
M eanwhile,
you're the real deal.
They get a gander
at what you can do,
they'll flock to you,
just like in Tipton.
A healing tent.
Damn right!
"Benjamin St. John"!
Beat that black-hearted
bastard at his own game.
Show them rollers
what's what.
And you wanna do that
with a bunch of fake healings?
Who said anything
about fake?
I can't do that.
Yes, you can.
I've seen what you done.
Not just with Jonesy,
that kid after
the ferris wheel collapsed.
- You've seen how it worked?
- I seen he was deader
than Dillinger.
His mama begging for his life.
And you just...
Looked at him,
and he come back.
That ain't what you saw.
The hell it ain't.
I took that woman's life.
I gave it to her son.
What difference
does that make?
It makes all the difference
in the world.
I can't just conjure up a healing
from scratch. It don't work that way.
All I do is move life.
Move it from one body
to another.
So...
You heal someone...
I gotta hurt
someone else.
Welcome aboard--
Brother Justin.
Jonesy locks him in,
fires her up
and spins him around.
Meanwhile, you commence to healing.
You do to that preacher just
- what you done to that woman.
- Tap him dry.
He's trapped in there.
Got no place to go.
Poor Brother Justin.
Must have had
a bad ticker or something.
Not a mark on him.
Natural causes.
Oh, they'll be
weeping and wailing,
pounding their chests
and whatnot.
One thing they won't
be doing is blaming us.
We pack it up, shake dust,
pretty as you please.
That might work.
Kid, it's perfection.
There's still Sofie.
We'll find her.
You can mark it.
This setup is neat
as a bandbox.
Agreed?
What if the preacher
don't want a ride?
You leave
that one to me, kid.
Would you stop
squirming, woman?
Shut up!
Mama?
Get to work, you vagrant.
- There you are.
- Here I am.
I was looking
all over for you.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Lib.
I can't.
Can't what?
I can't do this.
I can't keep being this way.
What way?
No, I'm not gonna
talk about it.
It's just gonna go bad
and that's at best.
So just quit picking at me.
- This is about Sofie, ain't it?
- Oh, god damn it!
What the hell
is so funny?
Nothing.
It's just...
That's the first time I ever guessed
what's on a woman's mind
and got it right.
Well, I'm glad you got me
all figured out.
I do! I do--
and that's a great thing!
That I'm boring?
No! That I always know
where I stand with you.
And you...
You ain't boring.
You're a lot of things, but--
boring ain't one of them.
Are you still
sweet on her?
Nope.
Do you love me?
Yes, I do.
Well, you better.
Norman...
What if you hadn't found us
that night out on the road?
Do you think things
would be different now?
I thought I was
in service to God.
I thought we were
children of God.
I wish I had made
better decisions.
But they're all mine.
The children and Eleanor...
Sins like that.
Black sins.
Those are beyond
redemption, you know?
When I die,
I'm going to hell.
And if I am very,
very fortunate...
My brother will be waiting for me
with an embrace.
I'll be right back.
Good day, miss Iris.
We come about the--
honorarium.
Of course.
Won't you come in?
Nice to meet you.
- Howdy, ma'am.
- Hello.
Poor bastard.
Here we are.
$250
the amount we agreed upon.
Thank you, ma'am.
No, thank you. You have no idea
how excited everyone--
- Iris?
- Oh, Justin.
You didn't tell me
that we had guests.
I didn't know you were home.
These are the people from the carnival.
Are they?
We was just thanking your sister
- for her generosity.
- Yes indeed.
It's for the children.
Of course.
I must say, it is an honor
to finally meet you, Reverend.
Thank you.
We've been listening
to you on the radio.
And I don't mind saying, you've been
a inspiration to the lot of us.
You know, in a way,
you and me are
in the same business.
Is that a fact, mister--?
Samson's the name.
Yes, sir, it is.
Brother Varlyn.
We have visitors.
Well, I'll be damned.
I believe we've
met on the road.
You remember Sabina...
From the Daily Brothers' circus?
Recently defunct.
Aw, really?
That's too bad.
I rather enjoyed them.
My goodness.
You know each other.
What an amazing coincidence.
- Small world.
- Yes.
Getting smaller
all the time.
In fact, we have a maid that
you might be acquainted with.
Lovely girl...
Named Sofie.
It doesn't ring a bell.
Well... I, uh, hate to run,
but we've got a show
to put on.
Much obliged, ma'am.
Oh.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Thank you.
Oh, I almost forgot. Rollo?
Two free tickets
to ride Colossus,
the biggest and the best
traveling ferris wheel
on any circuit west of the Pecos.
Reverend,
we'd be honored if you and miss Iris
would give it a whirl.
- I couldn't possibly--
- Oh, come now, Iris.
It's just a child's ride.
My sister has a dread fear
of heights.
- Of course, I would--
- Rollo.
My apologies, miss Iris.
I did not mean to upset you.
Good day, Reverend.
Samson, what the hell
are you doing?
He was about to take
them tickets.
Well, I just made sure
he insists on 'em.
And how is that?
Snips and snails, my dear.
He knows that
she's one of us?
He pretty much
hung a banner on it.
Oh, shit.
And you didn't see her
- at the house?
- Maybe she was running errands,
come back after y'all left.
Naw, I put Osgood up to watch the road.
She ain't been up there.
If she's in that damn hooverville
she's a needle in a haystack,
you do know that?
- Jeez, Jones. It ain't my fault!
- I ain't saying it was!
Shut up, the both of ya.
I'm trying to think.
He's probably got
her stashed away someplace,
playing her like a hole card.
It won't work, though. Sumbitch
will be dead before he gets to play it.
So what do we do?
Forget about her.
- What?
- The hell!
For now! We just follow
through with the plan.
Once the shouting is over,
then we track her down,
Bring her back in,
scrape gravel.
I don't like it.
You think I do?
What if she's dead?
If she's dead...
Then God help them all
in this valley.
Every single
last one of 'em.
Let me out here!
Somebody help me!
Somebody help me!
Somebody help me!
Somebody let me out of here!
Open the door, Apollonia.
What are you doing here?
I told you
to leave me alone.
Let me in!
Justin, stop!
Tell me!
Every prophet in her house.
Every prophet in her house.
I can't be her.
What are you doing?
Stop!
Mama.
No!
Please.
This is your house.
Evening.
Sorry about this.
We gotta take care
of our own.
Can't very well
leave the boy high and dry
after what he done for Jones.
Still...
Felix wanted us to put on
long-johns under our costumes,
call it "The dance of Salome,"
or some such biblical horseshit.
He's just scared.
I am too.
What's this?
That's the nut.
250 bucks.
I can't take it.
We got to take care
of our own.
- I don't like it.
- What's not to like?
An evening of games and frivolity
will do us all a world of good.
You know what I'm saying.
It's a goddamn setup.
Of course it is.
Stay here.
Let me and the boys go down
after they go dark,
burn those fuckers to the ground.
No, Iris and I must ride
the ferris wheel.
- But it's a trap!
- It's the only way to flush him out!
Please.
Don't do this.
Varlyn.
My brother.
You who have suffered so much
for my sake.
You are my rod...
And my staff.
You must have faith.
Pain is an unavoidable side effect.
"The people in these towns,"
they're asleep."
All day, at work, at home,"
they're sleepwalkers."
We wake them up."
We wake them up.
Reverend, I'm so pleased
that you could come down this evening.
We are so glad that you
and your troupe have brought such joy
to the faithful brethren.
Being that there's so many
women and children present,
I was wondering if your men
would mind leaving the weapons
in the vehicles.
Sorry, microbe, no can do.
We've already had one attempt
- on the Reverend's life.
- I read the papers.
It was this codger in the wheelchair
took a shot at him.
You ain't packing iron there,
are you, fella?
No, of course not. Justin...
He's right. Guns should not be
among the children.
Forget it.
No, no. My sister
is quite right, Varlyn.
Please ask your men
to leave their weapons in the trucks.
You heard the Reverend.
Good?
Well, now that that's settled,
I think my sister and I
would like to take a turn
- in your ferris wheel.
- I don't--
Sister Iris has always been
quite frightened of heights.
But tonight, she insists
on overcoming that fear,
inspired by the courageous brethren
and the many fears
that they have faced and overcome
in these desperate times.
What a prick.
Welcome aboard, Brother Justin.
Thank you.
Okay, boys.
Step right up, brothers and sisters!
Step right up
and witness the amazing
Benjamin St. John!
That's right,
brothers and sisters!
Fresh from a triumphant tour
of the holy land! Experience the Lord--
Open your eyes.
It's glorious!
Don't do that.
He's here tonight--
Benjamin St. John!
Thou shalt be strong.
Welcome, brothers and sisters,
to the Benjamin St. John
traveling crusade and revival!
My name is
Brother Lazarus Dubois,
and I stand before you,
living testimony--
That's enough.
My Lord, brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, here he is.
- The right reverend--
- Enough.
Benjamin St. John.
Turn that music off.
Okay, which ones of y'all
need a healing?
What's wrong with you?
He's deaf.
He's been stone-deaf
since he were born.
Justin, what is it? What?
Help!
Please!
Thank you.
- What's wrong with you?
- She got the T.B. in her lungs.
Alexsei.
Help!
Alexsei!
Stop!
Someone, please! Please stop!
Go on. You can breathe now.
It's gone!
It's all gone!
Stop the damn wheel!
Easy there, pal.
Please, somebody, please!
Help!
Be still!
See to the girl.
Hawkins!
The whole thing's gone
in the crapper, kid! Run!
What?
Run!
There you are!
I have come to judge thee
and thine abominat--
Run.
They know that I am
the Lord's left hand...
and have come to reap
what thine enemy has sown!
For I shall not spare thee,
neither shall I have pity on thee!
And thy abomination
will be in thy midst!
The power of Christ compels you!
Behold...
The Holy Evil is come.
Look at you, boy.
Such a sad mess.
So young.
Sofie.
She's waiting for you.
"A dark heart dwells"
where branches meet."
I'll be quick.
You will not suffer.
My kingdom come!
Plunge thee...
Deep!
* She'll be coming around
the mountain when she comes *
* She'll be coming around
the mountain when she comes *
* She'll be coming around the mountain *
* She'll be coming around the mountain *
* She'll be coming
around the mountain when she comes. *
Sofie?
Sofie, it's me, Jonesy.
Are you okay?
Hold on, hold on.
Don't move.
Okay.
C'mere.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on.
Watch your step.
Oh, shit. The keys.
Sofie?
Don't!
He's alive!
Well, we gotta go.
Not without him.
Oh honey.
See, all those people out there,
there's thousands of them,s
they all followed that preacher.
God, when they find out
what Ben Hawkins done...
We can't stay.
You know what I bet?
By God, I bet old Jonesy
already headed out.
He's probably waiting for us
up on down the road.
You think?
Well... hell yeah.
Hell, he's a resourceful fella.
Jones, he smells trouble a mile away.
Come on, kiddo.
Any luck?
Drive.
We can't just--
I said drive.