Preacher (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Possibilities - full transcript

He's like an animal.

Always eating.

Stuffing himself.

Like one of those tusky-teeth pigs

snuffling through garbage.

He goes up 9:00, 9:30, so...

any time after that.

I get you the layout...

alarm geography,

safe combination.

I'm unconscious in the kitchen.



Head bleeding from... however
you want to do it.

Then upstairs, to the
safe, he startles you,

and, uh...

azoy gait es.

I'm not killing your
husband, Dany, okay?

Drop it.

Eh.

So?

You have something for me?

What the hell is Grail
Industries, anyway?

What is it?

Yeah, it says right here...

"Property of Grail In..."

None of our business is what.



Give.

And for me?

Dany.

Last known address.

Wait!

Wait!

That was the day, Dany...

for me.

For Jesse and me.

That's the day it all turned bad.

And someone's gotta pay.

Oh! Help me!

Oh, God! Somebody help me!

No, no. No, no!

No!

What you wanted, yes?

I told you my girl was good.

Something got loose.

We don't know how.

It ended up here.

We're not sure why.

What we do know is
that our work is dangerous.

Men have died.

If we fail, if our mission
is unsuccessful...

many more dead will follow.

Dear Lord.

You have to understand
that we work undercover.

This is important.

Don't tell anyone.

And leave us alone.

If we need anything, we'll call.

When you...

When you say "got loose"...

are you talking about a prisoner?

Is this an escaped lunatic
sort of situation?

- No, no.
- That's right.

In a way, that's right.

Dear Lord.

We'll call if we need anything.

El Paso Gazette.

Young family in Indiana

take their children
to an amusement park.

Three kids.

They'd been there for about
an hour, playing, having fun.

Parents turned around,
one of the kids is gone.

The little one.

The parents is frantic.

So they leave the two older kids

with this fella sellin' pretzels.

And they go in search.

About a half-hour, they found him.

He was cryin' his eyes out

over by the spinnin'
teacups or some such.

Well, the parents was ecstatic.

They was full of "thank
yous," "praise the Lords."

Celebratory ice cream for everybody.

However...

the other two kids...

took three days to find the one,

naked, stuffed in a drainage ditch

down by the interstate.

And the hard part in this

from a law-enforcement perspective

was the old man.

He worked in that park for
30 years sellin' pretzels.

Never a single complaint or incident.

That third baby, they
never found at all.

This world.

What you think?

I think we're running out of time.

I think we need to try again.

Just try again?

Yeah.

With the can?

You sure it's there?

It's there.

So we wait until dark.

Find the preacher, try again.

Only this time...

no surprises.

So, he came by early this
morning, like I said.

Didn't call ahead, just
showed up at my door.

He should've called.

He'd clearly been
drinking, no surprise there.

He asked to be alone and pray with her.

I didn't know what to say.

He was in there a few
minutes, then ran off without a word.

When I went in, she was this.

Stop it, Jack!

He told me something would happen.

When he came before?

I was rude.

After everything,

it's been hard to believe again,

but he was right.

Look at my baby now.

I don't know what it means,

but it sure feels
like something, doesn't it?

It sure does.

Mom? Mom!

Mom usually walks me to the bus.

Not today.

You and I are gonna talk.

What do you want to talk about?

Come on.

Come over here.

I never should have gone to Preacher.

I'm really sorry.

L-Listen, uh...

Whatever you think you hear sometimes...

through the bedroom walls, whatever...

Look, I don't hurt your mom.

I do, but sh...

Grown-ups are complicated.

So just...

I love your mom.

Dad?

Huh?

Douggie Amsterdam...

was going around saying Preacher
sucker-punched you

and made you make a weird sound.

Everybody was laughing, so
I made him take it back.

And I kicked his ass.

Like, bad.

And I made him cry.

Good.

W-We're gonna miss the bus.

Good morning.

Who are you?

Hey, what's your name, sweetie?

Uh, duh! That's Janey!

Is this your first day, Janey?

More like her 900th day.

Aw, Janey, looks like Mr. Creepy Weirdo

forgot all about you.

What happened to you?

- It's bunny man!
- Who said that?!

- Squeal like a bunny!
- Shut up!

Yeah! Come on! Make the noise!

- Come on! Make the noise!
- Come on! Squeal like a bunny!

Whee, whee, whee!

All right, knock-knock.
Bloody knocking, quit it.

All right.

What?

- What are you doing?
- Ooh, Jesus!

You...

You can't do that.

Did you not hear me knocking?

Was that you?

D-Delivery dropped that
off over an hour ago.

You're taking the van and
handling this, right?

I'm on it.

Don't look very on it.

No?

This is my "very on it" outfit.

Seen Jesse?

Supposed to see him in an hour.

But you couldn't wait.

The van keys are in the closet.

I look forward to having
you do something helpful.

Is that you, Padre?

I've been wonderin' where you were.

I wasn't... I wasn't
stealing the communion wine there.

I just... I was only
getting the keys, you know,

for what's his name's coffin.

I was gonna drive down
there, take care of that.

Jess.

Are you all right, mate?

I want to show you something.

License and registration, please.

Any idea how fast you were going?

Well, you stopped me, so
I'm guessing too fast.

115 in a 55 is too fast, yeah.

What kind of name is Marnie Pomerantz?

Hungarian.

You don't look Hungarian to me.

Well, what do I look like, then, to you?

You look like a violator of Texas
Statute Section 545.401.

That's reckless driving.

- Oh, man!
- So I'm gonna need you to step out.

I need to detain you and
impound the vehicle.

Ma'am, did you hear me?

I need you to step out.

Yes, I'm sorry, officer.

May I just grab my coat and purse?

Girls cry a lot, I bet,
in situations like these.

Don't worry. I... I'm not gonna cry.

So stupid.

Never works anyway, does it?

It's kind of sexist, you know?

When you think about it.

Where'd you serve?

What?

Where'd you serve?

Oh. Yeah, uh...

Helmand. Kandahar.

Afghanistan.

Heck of a place over there, huh?

For the Joes, it was. Not for me.

I-I was just up there in
my Apache shootin' Hajjis.

Can I say why I was going too fast?

I'm not trying to get out
of anything, I just...

just explain.

I have a friend...

started going down
a wrong road a while back.

I mean, really wrong,
like really bad life decisions.

I tried to help.

Beat sense in his
big, stupid head, but...

I haven't been able to
get through to him.

Till today.

And I know speeding's wrong.

It's dangerous and it's
wrong and it's against the law.

But I'm sorry, and I
probably shouldn't say this, but...

I'd break a hundred damn laws

if it'd get this guy back on track.

Excuse my cussin', officer. I'm sorry.

You sure he's worth it?

I really wish he weren't.

Slow down.

This ol' boy knows what's good for him,

he'll wait for you.

Oh.

I lied.

Look at me cryin'.

This is 64.

I'm clear.

Hop.

Sing me some Johnny Cash.

♪ Me some Johnny Cash ♪

Hop and tell me a secret.

I like Justin Bieber. Shite!

Hop and tell me the governor of Texas.

Bloody Chuck Norris. I don't know that.

Box.

Whoo, hoo. Hey.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster!

Fly!

Whoa!

Oh! Huh.

Shit. Cass?

Are you okay?

It's awesome.

Now...

there are three
possible explanations here...

Number one, John
Travolta, you know the movie

where he gets his
power from a brain tumor.

Number two, Jason Bourne gets his power

from a secret government agency.

Or, and it's the least likely,

but it's my favorite
scenario, you're a Jedi.

Now, assumin' it's not number one...

how unbelievably stoked are we, huh?

All right.

Not very stoked at all, it might seem.

How long have you had it, do you think?

Last night.

Maybe longer.

I've been feeling different.

How different? Different how?

What?

Well, what does it feel like?

Well, it's crazy.

I know all kinds of crazy, all right?

Just...

tell me how it feels.

It feels like...

there's a big blender in my gut.

And inside that
blender, there's everything.

Love...

hate...

fire, ice...

polonium, ice cream, tarantulas...
everything.

All of God's creation...

inside of me.

You know that kind of crazy?

Well...

I didn't think so.

- I'm late.
- No, no!

Just sit down a minute.

You're in shock.

Just a power like this coming
out of the blue like it,

I don't know what it is.
It's very shocking, it is.

I mean, sure, it might
even feel like a curse, but...

just you consider this, all right?

It doesn't have to be.

Someone like you...

with something like this.

I mean, come on, Padre,

you just imagine the
possibilities here, huh?

Outpourings of
shock and grief from across the world

as a colossus of the silver screen

was laid to rest today.

You ready to go?

It's getting dark soon.

Mm-hmm.

What? You mumbled.

I said...

The star of many films...

"Ready to go"...

"Jerry Maguire," "Top
Gun," and "A Few Good Men."

is what I said.

In Hollywood.

"As the great naturalist
John M-Muir once said,

'When one tugs at a
single thing in nature,

he finds it attached
to the rest of the world.'

We feel this
presents a great opportunity

for both our businesses,

and so look forward to your response.

Yours, Jerry Cutler."

You want me to pay this guy a visit?

Kick his ass and make him cry?

Hm?

These Green Acres guys breathing
down our backs...

What can I do?

You can clear my tray.

I'll get Ms. Oatlash.

I'm done now. You can do it.

Never mind, Donnie. Thank you.

A right-hand man with no right hand.

All right.

Howdy, partner.

Miss me?

One of those?

Houston says hello.

Hello.

Ask you a question?

Sure.

Nice to have some interaction.

Shoot.

I seem different to you?

Well, you look like shit,

but that's becoming more
and more regular.

Why?

Somethin' happened.

I don't know what that means, Jesse.

Either do I.

Okay, you're, like, boring the
shit out of me right now,

so let's talk about my stuff.

I spoke to Dany.

No, Tulip.

Just hear me out!

I've been hearing you out.
Now you need to hear me out.

I'm done with that life.

I don't want it. I don't miss it.

Well, that's just a flat-out lie.

I don't want it.

Why don't you understand? I'm
trying to do something here.

No, I don't understand.

'Course not.

What are you trying to do, Jesse, huh?

Haircut and that stupid costume.

Remind me what the hell this is for.

I made a promise.

Right.

Be one of the good guys.

'Course. It's a joke to you.

But not to me.

If I don't keep my promise, if
I don't do everything I can

to save this town, I
have to answer to it.

Says who?

Says God.

God? The all-time home run
king of promise breakers?

Now that is a joke.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Right.

'Cause I'm too stupid to understand
your deep thinking.

I'm tired of this.

Go back to your life of crime.

This isn't crime, Preacher.

This is justice.

Carlos.

Wait!

Rat bastard,
money-stealin', child-killin',

life-ruinin' son of a bitch.

You found him.

Last known address.

That promise you made

was a little boy's
promise made a long time ago.

There's no such
thing as good guys, Jesse.

There's just guys.

Maybe this ain't how you pictured it,

but your daddy's dead and
this town's past savin'.

Jesse, come on.

Let's go kill Carlos.

First the can, then the preacher.

Nice try, boys. Nice try.

I don't know how you keep findin' me,

but next time you do, you
need to drive a different truck,

you pair of idiots.

Now, hold on. I killed
you. How'd you do that?

Shit.

Clones.

All right.

Shite.

Now I got to clean
them up all over again.

Bollocks!

Hmm.

Oh.

Gonna take forever.

All right.

I have a weapon!

You just better announce yourself!

Let's just be done with it!

Don't hurt me.

How do you keep finding me?!

We're not here for you.

What?

We're here for the preacher.

He has something of ours.

And we need to put it back.

I think first thing

is we take a hammer

and we break every bone in his body.

And I mean,
seriously, like every single one.

Then maybe something with battery acid.

Fritos, right? Chili Cheese?

Hey.

Before we go,

there's something you need to know.

Yeah, go 'round.

- There's something I got to tell you.
- Asshole.

- You deaf?
- Tulip.

We're talking here.

What the hell are you doing?

Come on then, asshole.

- Get out of the way.
- Let's step to it.

- Are you serious?
- Yes, I'm serious.

Come on out of that
piece-of-shit hatchback.

You're crazy.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Anyway, need to know what?

I need to take a leak.

Fascinatin'. Keep me posted.

Hey, Preacher.

Hey, Donnie.

Hey.

Who's the bunny
in the bear trap now, huh?

Turn around.

Turn around.

Get on your knees.

Now it's your turn to make the sound.

Whee!

Come on, come on, come on.

Whee, whee!

Come... Come on, God damn it.

I said squeal!

Ain't gonna squeal for you, Donnie.

No?

Well, then, you're gonna die for me.

Not that, neither.

But I will make a deal with you.

Cops find your body,

I'll make it look like a suicide.

No reason for the whole town to know

I beat you like a bitch twice.

Stop.

What the hell?

Back up.

Sit down.

Put the gun in your mouth.

Pull back the hammer.

Drop the gun.

I get it.

You can go.

Hey, Donnie.

What in the whole wide world
were you boys up to in there?

Changing my mind.

Right.

And so Carlos?

What? We just... We just
let him get away with it?

- We...
- Don't say it.

We leave him to God.

I'm staying.

And I ain't leaving without you.

Suit yourself.

If our mission is
unsuccessful, more dead will follow.

If we fail, there'll be no turning back.

So you're not
vampire-killing vigilantes.

Va... Vampire? No, no, not at all.

We don't even know what that means.

We just want what's inside the preacher.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

Power like that, who wouldn't want it?

The question is, what
do you want it for?

Military?

Economics?

Mass-scale psycho-sexual mind control?

What are you... What a?

Nothing.

Not to be used at all, ever.

That's why it was put in
here in the first place.

Who are you guys?

We're from the government.

I figured as much with
the whole cloning thing.

I mean, which branch?

FBI? CIA? NSA?

We're from Heaven.

I see.

Right.

Honestly, you
fellas think I'm a handful.

Jesse is a bloody wrecking crew.

You keep comin' at him
with coffee cans and chainsaws,

you're gonna wish you were never born.

It's no good.

From here on out, let
me be your middleman.

I'm just gonna impress upon
him the importance of your mission

and I just bring him to you here.

You're sure the
preacher will listen to you?

Of course he will. He's me best mate.

Does it always
kill them? In... In the chair?

Well, I never heard of it failing.

But in the chair, does it hurt?

Well, if you stand properly...

Oh, a lot going on.

No, you stay away from her.

You stay away from the whole family.

Wanna get yourself killed?

Then smarten up.

Prancing around like everything's

polka dots and moonbeams.

It is a monster swamp.

Murders, mayhem, escaped lunatics.

Gol-darned monster swamp.

First letter to the Corinthians.

Chapter 15, verse 51.

"Listen, I tell you a mystery.

We will not all sleep, but
we will all be changed.

In a flash, in the
twinkling of an eye...

the dead with be raised imperishable,

and we will be changed."