Preacher (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - See - full transcript

♪ Guten abend ♪

♪ Gut Nacht ♪

♪ Mit Rosen bedacht ♪

♪ Mit Naglein besteckt ♪

♪ Schlupf unter die Deck ♪

You have to go.

Two days. Three at most.

Stay the horse.

Keep to your affairs.

Come back to us.

Mister!



Hey!

Stop!

Saw you passin'.

Told Pa, I'd run over and
inquire if you're hungry.

Dinner's just on.

We worried for a while,

but, uh, weather broke

30 miles this side of Rio Brazos.

Sun in sky ever
since, peaceful as can be.

You ever been to St. Louis?

Not much more than lawyers
and loud noises these days.

Degenerational turpitude.

Noon to night and twice on Sundays.

So, opportunity arose to get outta there



and come off to these parts.

Strike a claim in the wilderness

'fore it's all gone for good.

Silas, move those dogs from
the wagons, would ya?

Drivin' us batty.

Anyway, no regrets so far.

The things we've seen already, mm.

Stars, birds, elk three times.

Some other things, too.

Things that get the
blood hot and runnin' red.

Yep.

Ask if he's seen any injuns, Pa.

Shh, hush now, boy.

He'd-a said.

Though, you don't say
much, now, do you, Mister?

No harm in that.

"Silence is as deep as eternity,

and speech is shallow as time."

But this country... mm.

It's more than just trees and rivers.

It's a promise.

An ancient contract 'neath
these new landscapes and particulars,

but its terms are everlasting

and made payable to the righteous.

What do you say to that, sir?

Do you agree? Yes or no?

That this is paradise.

It ain't.

Who is your savior?

Jesus is my savior.

Who is your Lord?

Jesus is Lord.

Do you promise to live

as follower of the Holy Spirit?

I will.

Do you believe that Jesus
Christ suffered death,

was buried, rose again,

and is seated at the
right hand of the Father?

All right.

Doesn't make sense.

Well...

Save me, Father.

Get outta here.

Save me, Father.

You admit you're a sinner

and in need of a savior?

Definitely.

Time to get to work.

I said no.

Meantime... thanks for
getting me all wet.

Next.

Who was that?

Hm?

I'll go start the cappuccino.

Stupid piece of...

Yeah, I think the metal thing's...

supposed to go inside the milk.

Miles, I got it under control, thanks.

Okay.

You see, otherwise, it's not gonna foam.

Miles, I said I have it.

- Oh, what a nice bloke.
- Mm.

- Lovely fella.
- Mm.

No, but you're right. You
know, you have it under control.

Listen, speaking of,
you seem to be the one

callin' all the shots around here,

just, you know, administration-wise.

It's just that me
Granny B. back in Dublin,

she got her test
back from the doctors...

those pains we were
hoping were anal polyps...

it's... oh, it's bad news.

- What do you want, Cassidy?
- I just need an advance.

Yeah, for services rendered like.

What services?

Air conditioner's still broken.

I'm waitin' on a part for that.

- Mm-hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

Look, listen.

I... I'm in the middle of
South West Nowhere here,

all right?

I have no money.

I have no transport.

I'm runnin' dangerously low on drugs.

And I'll do somethin'
desperate, I swear to God.

I'm jokin' about.

Don't be like that.

Aw, Christ.

- Ted Ryerson, huh?
- Mm.

I mean, cutting your own heart out,

that's... that's one thing, but...

I mean, doing it in
front of your own mom...

That's strange.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Oh, thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Look, I... I understand that

Cassidy's sort of... of disgusting,
rude, childish thing

can be fun. I get... I get it.

But, um, yesterday there was a
case and a half communion wine

in the supply closet, and today...

I'll talk to him.

Okay.

Apart from that, turnout
not too bad, huh?

Yeah.

Well, just getting
started, need to spread the word...

meet-and-greets, hospital visits,

all those things, you know,
we weren't doing before, but...

And I... I need
you to visit the Loaches.

After everything that
family's gone through.

But, yeah, this is a good day.

Whoa! Good God!

Sorry, lad.

You come through the door
there, I went cold with panic.

Eugene!

See ya later.

What the bloody hell happened there?

Shotgun.

Tried to kill himself.

He's walking the earth with
a face like an arsehole.

Should've tried harder.

Was that an un-Christian
thing to say, was it?

- Pretty much.
- All right.

Poor lad.

Can I have a word with you, Preacher?

In private?

Yeah, sure. Just give a second.

Look, Cass, I...

I'm... I'm happy to have you here.

Mm.

Air conditioner, um, odd jobs.

But I got my own job to do,

and I... I can't have any trouble.

Any more trouble.

Oh.

Mm, all right.

Yeah, no trouble.

Good.

I like having you around.

All right.

Murderer.

Who said that?

Who said it?

No matter how hard I
try, you know, these urges...

like big ropes pulling me.

No matter how hard I try, you know,

can't forget her, you know?

Every morning, every afternoon,

just sitting behind me with
her little backpack on,

giggling with her friends.

Sitting there in the back of the bus.

I... I was this close to doing
something the other day.

- This close.
- Linus.

She's a little girl.

Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm confessing.

You can't tell
anyone any of this, right?

I mean, you're not allowed to.

- That's... this is between us.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- It's confidential.

Confidential, that's right.

Um, so that's why I came,

uh, to, uh, get baptized again.

Urges...

These urges get taken away...

That's it.

to, uh, get forgiven.

That... that's how it works, right?

So long as you truly
repent your sinful thoughts.

Yeah, no, of course, yeah.

I... I d-do. I do, totally.

And as long as you
don't act on those urges.

Nope, can't, um...

Can't act on the urges.

So, Linus...

just to review and make
sure we understand...

You gonna have to stop sinning.

I understand.

All right.

All right.

Thank you, Preacher.

After today, I'm never
gonna be the same.

Quiet!

All right.

Zero sum... meaning
to add we must subtract.

A plot subtracted is a hectare added

and so on and so forth and et cetera.

All right, 2.47 acres of feedlot space

brings 25, 30 units online.

That's per quarter, not annum.

All right, more units, more positions.

You got your packers,

your... your sorters,

your... your herders...

butchers...

and the like.

Any how...

Uh, Donnie.

Put your mark right there.

Shall we?

What?

What are you doing?

Come on, Donnie. Come on.

Donnie, come on,
man, what are you doing?

Donnie. Come on!

Aah! Aah!

Ohh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Aah!

- Oh.
- Let's go.

Ohh.

Ah.

Taking
suggestions for All Saints' Church.

Good morning, ladies.

Suggestions for All Saints' Church?

Hey. No thanks.

We'd love to hear how to
make the church better.

Well, we hope to see you on Sunday.

Suggestions?

Some of these are actually pretty good.

Oh, Christ.

Aw, man.

Talking, shaking
hands, handing out fliers.

How am I ever gonna
compete with all this excitement?

- Yeah, it's real funny.
- What happened, Preacher?

Jesus take your wheel?

Tulip, what is wrong with you?

Nothing anymore.

That baptism thing worked wonders.

I'm changed.

Hey.

Hard day at the office, dear? Huh?

All right, well, come on, then, will ya?

Dinner's gettin' cold.

Right.

He has a plan for you, does He?

- I believe he does.
- Right.

Let me just get this straight.

The Lord All Powerful,

he's took time out of his busy schedule,

sit behind his pearly,
little desk there,

and gone, "Right, angels,

here's my plan for Jesse Custer."

That's right.

And what is it, then?

Be here.

Work hard, help
others, preach the Gospel.

Be one of the good guys.

Do you know what? He
has a plan for me, too.

I'm sure He does.

His plan for me is to let you know

that his plan for you is the
dumbest, most boring plan

he's ever come up with.

So selfishness... that's your answer.

Just run around, do
whatever whenever you want.

- What kind of a life is that?
- An honest one.

"Honest"?

Passing the hat for your sick
grandmother back home?

Now, you just hang on a minute.

She's not me
grandmother, but she's me Granny B.,

- and she's had a series of intest...
- Stealing church wine?

That's not fair. I was
gonna pay that back.

I'm sure that's the
least of what you done.

What about you?!

You broke a man's arm, made
him make a bunny sound,

you bleedin' hypocrite.

Whatever is I've done, at
least I don't call myself honest,

you Goddamn loser.

Loser.

Loser is... all right.

Look, I'm just sayin',

boring's not the worst
thing a person can be, Cassidy.

I think you're wrong.

I think boring's the worst.

I've been wonderin' who
taught you how to fight like that.

Was that your dad?

To fight?

No, that was someone else.

Oh.

There's a tale to be
told there, I think.

Why we always talking about me?

What's your story, Cassidy?

No, it's pretty typical, really.

I am 119-year-old
vampire from Dublin City.

And I'm currently on the run

from a group of vampire-hunting
religious vigilantes

who keep tracking me down somehow.

What else?

I'm a right-handed Sagittarius.

I love Chinese food.

I've never seen the Pacific Ocean.

And I think that "The
Big Lebowski's" overrated.

Vampire, huh?

Sounds like fun.

Can be.

Sometimes.

Whatcha got there?

Mnh-mnh.

No.

Let me see that.

No, I shan't.

It's too potent for ya. Leave it out.

- Give it.
- After a sip of this,

you're not going to feel like
one of the "good guys," all right?

- So just...
- Give me that!

All right, all right.

Don't spill it! Don't spill it!

That's a combination of rubbing alcohol,

coffee-machine descaler,
and a bit of shite I found

dripping out the back of
the air-conditioning unit.

I like "The Big Lebowski."

No.

No, that's a shite film.

Buenas tardes.

Would you like one towel or two?

No.

Señor, asking, would
you like one towel or two?

No.

No towels, sí. Good night.

Ready?

Ahem.

♪ Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night ♪

♪ Sailed off in a wooden shoe ♪

♪ Sailed on a river of crystal light ♪

♪ Into a sea of dew ♪

♪ "Where are you going,
and what do you wish?" ♪

♪ The old moon asked the three ♪

♪ "We've come to fish
for the herring fish ♪

♪ That lives in this beautiful sea" ♪

♪ Sea ♪

Doesn't make sense.

On to Plan B.

Hey!

Get away from him now,

you filthy, little gobshites.

It's me you're lookin' for, right?

And honestly, boys, I don't
know how you keep finding me.

Truly, I don't.

But I do know that you're
going to be sorry you did.

Ah?

And not just the kind of
"I took half a sheet of LSD

down at the bullfight last night"
kind of sorry, neither.

No, no, no, no, no, boys.

No, this kind of sorry, it's much worse.

This kind of sorry...

No.

You're gonna be sorry you did that.

Aah! Ohh!

Aah!

Ohh!

Get him off!

Hey!

Hey!

Ohh!

Yes! Yeah!

Ugh.

Oh. Ohh.

Come on, yeah, huh?

All right, all right.

Oh.

Oh!

Ohh!

Oh!

Like, I said, Padre...

No trouble.

I fold.

Fold.

Clive?

Do I get all your
money or just some of it?

Call.

All of it it is.

You know, I am this close to
feeling sorry for you guys,

so you'd better get it together

and stop actin' like a bunch of...

girls.

Lacey, let's go.

Let's go!

Oh, ho-kay. Clive.

Go easy tonight.

Sure, Mosie.

Tonight's gonna be a piece of cake.

So, Priscilla-Jean.

You still staying out at Walter's place?

How's he doin' these days?

Next time he's not passed out drunk,

I'll ask him.

Yeah, my uncle pukes and
shits himself every day.

DT's so bad he can't button his shirt.

One time, when I was 6,

got wasted so bad he
drove through a parking lot

into a petting zoo.

Killed two kids and a billy goat.

Just kidding.

But funny, right?

One sec, guys.

Hey, Dany.

Yep, I got mine. You?

Okeydoke.

See ya then.

Hey, Mos.

Yeah?

Can I borrow a room tonight?

Sure, you can, darlin'.

All right, my pretties.

Where were we?

Ooh.

Shite.

Right.

Say hello to my little friend.

Right.

Come on, boys.

All that's left to do
now is dig a wee spot of sod,

part company, and we
can just call that...

Shite.

Good mornin'.

You right bloody bastard.

Your appointment... you forget?

No.

What happened?

Nothin'.

Just up late talkin'.

Talkin' with who?

Cassidy. Wh-What
does he even do in here?

He doesn't work, he sleeps all day.

No, no, Cass is all right.

It was my fault, not his.

- What is that?
- Casserole.

People like it when you
show up with somethin'.

It smells like somethin' died in here.

It's like a...

It's not the...?

Maybe I should reschedule.

No, I want to do this.

I want to go.

Where am I going?

Tonight's "Bachelor" finale.

Doctors say she can still hear,

so we turn the TV on and watch together.

It's her favorite. Or, at least, it was.

Mrs. Loach, uh...

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Preacher.

Something like this, it... it's just...

We're fine.

I appreciate you checkin' in.

And the casserole.

And here are your oven mitts back.

Of course you're not fine.

You're in pain.

Day-after-day pain.

Puts you to bed

and sits there waitin'
for you when you wake up.

Like a big screw stuck
itself in your chest.

That's what it was like for me, anyway.

But someday...

and if I said exactly
when, I'd be a liar...

but... someday the light of the Lord

will reach you.

Both of you.

And when I does, somethin' will happen.

Somethin' will change.

Thank you.

Those are lovely words.

But unfortunately, that's all they are.

Words won't open her eyes

or help her ride a horse again.

They won't even help change her diapers.

No offense, that casserole you brung

is worth more than all
the words in the world.

At least when you're
gone, I can feed it to my dogs.

Hello.

Chrissakes.

Preacher.

Get me out of here.

Oh, come on.

You used to like our
little role-playing games.

A baby seat?

Got your attention, didn't I?

Get me out of here right now.

Door's open.

Nothin' keep ya.

- My ankle is chained.
- Hm.

Now, that is predicamental.

Wanted to give you an update.

The map I was telling you about...

to buried treasure, underground
missile silos,

whatever you were thinking.

I wasn't thinking anything.

The map's for Dany.

Remember Dany?

Client of Dany wants it.

We don't know why and we don't care,

because in exchange for this map,

Dany's client's gonna
give us some information.

Some very
interesting information indeed.

I can tell by the face you're making,

you want me to ask, "What information?"

But I'm not gonna.

'Cause I don't give a shit.

Suit yourself.

I'm going to Houston to
meet Dany for the exchange,

so we'll keep it a
surprise till I get back.

And I know...

"Not doin' jobs anymore, Tulip.

I'm a soul-saving preacher now,

and no means no."

- Yes, it does.
- No, it doesn't, Jesse!

Cut the crap.

I know what you did to Donnie Schenck.

Now, Donnie, that was just...

That was you, Jesse!

And it's only a matter of time

till you're you all over again.

So, here's a prediction.

I'm gonna ask you to do this job.

You're gonna say no.

But I'm not doin' it without you.

So I'm gonna keep askin' over and over,

'cause I know you, Jesse Custer.

I know that deep
down, you're a bad, bad man.

And sooner or later,

Mr. Bad Man's gonna come back around,

and he's gonna say yes.

Anyway...

Think it over.

The key?

Like a said, nothin' keeping you here.

I'm fine.

I did it to myself.

What do you want, Eugene?

It's too late, Eugene.

Just keep trying.

It's all we can do.

In the end, the change in
us always comes from God.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Well, we don't
want to put the kids out.

It's no trouble.

And you're all alone.

I'm fine, Mama.

Sure, you are.

Preacher?

Well, what... what are you...

Ohh!

Ohh!

God!

You're gonna forget her.

Wh-What?

Who?

You know who.

This is, uh...

This is crazy.

You can't just... w-walk into my house

and then... and then
turn the... the tub on.

Look, it's... it's not my fault.

I... I...

I... I'm sick, you know? I'm addicted.

That's...

You know, the urges don't just go away.

It...

Uh...

Okay, yeah,
that's... yeah, that's no excuse.

You're right. You're right.

That... I just have to,
uh... I have to try harder.

I'm gonna try harder.

Yeah, I know... for-forget
all about her.

So...

Look, y-you... can't do this.

You can't. I... I...

I... I... everything
I said to you in there,

that... that...
that's... that's confidential,

so that you can't...

That's the rules. That's it.

My... my soul was, um...

My sins were cleansed. You
can't do anything... to me.

Preacher.

Preacher.

I... I'm repenting.

Yeah.

We're gonna do it right this time.

No.

No! No!

Forget her.

Okay! Okay!

Okay! Okay!

Forget her.

I can't!

Forget her.

What happened?

I told you to forget her.

Forget who?

- The girl.
- Which one?

Which one? What's going on?

The one on your bus.

What girl? What are you talking about?

I don't understand.

Why are you here?

What did you do to my brain?

What'd you do to me, Preacher?

What'd you do?!

Oh.

It's a wild world out there.

Barrel of bonkers from Bangor, Maine,

to Tampa, St. Pete.

But, this being a small town,

I make it my business to
know who's who and what's what.

So, I got to ask you boys, who are you?

We're from the government.

I know it's early, but...

I'd like to pray with her.

You think that'll be okay?

I'll make a pot of coffee.

Thanks.

Tracy?

It's Preacher.

If you don't mind...

I'd like to try somethin'.

Open... your... eyes.

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