Preacher (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Backdoors - full transcript

[Water bubbling]

[Cranking]

[Bubbling continues]

[Air hissing]

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[Cranking continues]

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[bubbling continues]

[Cranking continues]

[Air hissing]

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[wood creaking]

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[whirring]

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[southern accent]
What's your name, boy?

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Jesse.



Jesse who?

Jesse...

Custer!

Put him back.

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No, don't! Please!

Don't! No!

[Screams]
Please, let me out!

[Whimpers]

No, please!

Please, no! Stop!

[Screams]

[Pounding]

[Muffled]
Please! Let me out!

Let me out!

[Whirring]

[Cranking]
Let me out! Let me out!

[Shouting indistinctly]

[Screaming, pounding]

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[screaming]

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[crickets chirping]

[Water bubbling]

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[cranking]

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[winch whirring]

After everything
he did...

You put him
in the goddamn swamp?!

He can't hurt anyone
from in there.

You lied, Jesse.

I'm sorry.

You still lied.

Well, you lied, too.

When?

"When?"
You want a list?

How about, as a for instance,
when you got married?

You said you understood
about that!

I do understand, but now
I need you to understand me.

Why didn't you
send him to hell?

I couldn't do that
to another soul.

[Whirring continues]

[Clank, whirring stops]

He can't get out.

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What is it?

[Grunts]

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[clears throat]

[Doors open]

Hoover. Flufferman.

It's featherstone,
sir.

He and his girlfriend
are driving back from
the swamps now.

Having her find the weapons
was a good idea.

So, she saw the empty truck
and she was...?

Very unhappy.

Good. That's a start.

Question, sir?

All this seems like
a lot of trouble.

Can't we just kill
custer?

I'm not a homosexual.

Oh. No.
Of course not, sir.

You're the pinnacle
of masculinity.

No one would ever
question...

What did you do
this time?

I apologize.

Sir, I assumed that

when you requested
prostitutes, that...

Should I get you
a refund?

You're missing the point,
hoover.

The tarp, then, sir?

Yes, as much as
I would enjoy

seeing your insides
spread out before me

like a buffet breakfast
in a five-star hotel,

my time with
those rough-handed hooligans

gave me a new...
Perspective on things.

The tarp
will have to wait.

For what's to come,
I need you both alive.

Thank you, sir.
What's to come, sir?

The Messiah is a moron.

I understand you may
find this disappointing

since you've devoted your
entire lives to serving him,

but I've seen monkeys in heat
with more grace and dignity.

But not to worry.
I'm plotting a coup.

My plan is to replace the moron
with Jesse custer

and bring real order and control
to the world.

I'd like you both to join me.
What do you say?

The Messiah is
a moron?

Uh, brilliant, sir.
I like it a lot.

And no doubt, custer has
excellent qualifications,

but may I ask,
has he agreed to this plan?

Not yet, but he will.

He doesn't know it yet,
but I have what he wants.

So considering the alternative
is summary execution,

I assume
you both are with me.

Absolutely, sir.

Good. Go.

Yes?

I'm sorry about
the... the...

T-the men.

I'll have to
live with that memory

for the rest of my life.

About my new assignment, sir,
I have some trepidations.

Go on.

Well, maybe I'm being
tough on myself,

but I'm just not, uh...
[Clears throat]

I'm not sure I'm the best person
for this job.

I'm sure you're not.

But the smart one is busy,
and you're all I've got left,

so get to it.

And, hoover.

Let's pray it doesn't
come down to you.

Yes, sir.

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[clicking]

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I've seen enough.

[tv shuts off]

Whew!

I did good. Right?

I'm the one who's not
supposed to be here?

Y... right. Yeah, of course.
You can't say.

Hey, listen, I get it.

[Chuckles] I get it.

Bet you're gonna miss me
when I'm gone.

Back to holding.

Yeah.

[Telephone rings]

[Door opens]

Yes?

When?

[Distorted]
I appreciate the information.

[Normal voice]
Keep me updated.

[Receiver clacks]
Who was that?

New Orleans.

[Distorted]
The Saint of killers.

[Inhales deeply]

Bring in the next one.

What?

Where'd you hear that?

[Indistinct conversations]

I mean it, dude.
Who told you that?

[Laughs]
Seriously?

I don't even know
why you hang out with that guy.

Everyone knows
you can't trust Hitler.

That's right.

He did used to have
the run of this place.

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You know what,
since I'm pretty sure

it's my last night here,
cut caveman down.

Let's have some fun.

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[growling]

[Barking]

[Growling]

[Barking in distance]

[Barking continues]

Well, I'm not worried.

If he was gonna come,
he would've come by now.

Yeah, well, maybe we should
just double-bolt the door.

You know,
just to be extra safe.

You're safe.

If he comes at all,
he'll be coming for me.

And I'll handle it,
like I did last time.

No offense, padre,
but I hope you handle it

a little better
than you did last time.

Yeah, 'cause that didn't
work out real great.

All right.
I'll handle it better.

[Barking continues]

What is that?

Denis has been after me
for a puppy, so...

You got him a dog?

Yeah.
I couldn't resist.

[Chuckles]

Well, that's nice.

[Sighs]

I shouldn't have...

I shoulda told you.

Yeah, you shoulda
told us!

You know, it's just...
This whole...

This whole situation's
been tougher than I thought.

For all of us.

It's been...

[Dog whining]

I know we could all
use a break.

Oh, from waiting around
for a cowboy to come kill us?

[Chuckles]

We could go someplace.
Where?

I hear Vancouver's great,
you know?

It's got good meth
and nice hiking.

Vancouver. Mexico.

I don't care.
Anywhere but here.

Yeah, I saw this place
on YouTube in the Caribbean.

Bimini?

It's got gambling, catamarans,
topless beaches.

Topless bea... I can't be going
on no topless beach.

Sunscreen has come a long way
since you were a kid, Cassidy.

It's a good idea.

True. Catamarans on the beach
it is. [Chuckles]

We're going to go,
and it's going to be great.

Bimini, bitches!
But fir...

It is gonna be great!
And I'm gonna go pack.

I'm gonna run it
by denis.
No...

[chuckles]

Hey, remember this?
From Miami?

That chinchilla job
for the Cubans?

Oh, man!
That was crazy fun.

You know what...
I will never, and I mean never,

look at a crossbow
the same way again.

[Sighs] Tulip...

Yep?

We can't go yet.

Guys!
Denis is in!

God damn it, Jesse!

What happened?

He doesn't wanna go.

What?!
That's not what I said.

But bimini
was your idea!

No, we're... we're gonna go.
I want to go.

It's just...

We have to find god first.

He's not here, Jesse!
We looked!

It's true.
We've looked everywhere, man.

Oh, you know
where we didn't look, Cassidy?

I do indeed.
Bimini!

Guys...
Well, if I was god,
that's where I'd be, man.

Honestly.
Right. I mean,
if he could be there,
why would he be here?

Unless he's a complete moron,
absolutely no reason at all.

Guys...
You know what
I think he's doing right now?

I think he's lying on the beach,
drinking a catamaran.

Guys!

I met Jesus.

Do you mean Jesus Jesus?
Or just some random latino man?

The Jesus Christ.

The guy from the cross?

Beard, sandals,
like a thousand years old?

He was Jesus Christ's
25th great-grandson.

But this Jesus,
he's not right in the head.

He... he's...
He's an imbecile.

They're all imbeciles,
Jesse.

Jesus, Buddha,
the president,

and god's probably the biggest
imbecile of them all!

So I don't understand
why you care so much

about finding him!

Why do I care?!

Because he created the universe!
That's why!

Maybe if you would stop
being so selfish,

you would care, too!

I'm selfish?

Seriously?

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We do everything
for you.

You want to go on a road trip,
find god,

we hit the road.

You wanna go
to New Orleans? Fine.

You want to leave us
with a maniac cowboy,

we do it... for you!

[Dog barking]

And Cassidy lost
his fingers.

And I practically lost
my mind!

What did you lose,
Jesse, huh?

What the hell
did you lose?!

Life is not just about
bikinis and beaches, tulip.

The beach was your idea!

[Dog snarling]
We'd never even heard of bimini
till you brought it up.

Why did you get him
that dog?!
The hell is that
supposed to mean?

You know
exactly what it means!
Oh, leave him alone!
He didn't do anything!

No, I don't, padre. You're gonna
have to enlighten me.

'Cause I think
I'm a bit daft.

Do you have a problem with dogs?
Is that what it is?

It's not about the dog!
Well, what's it about,
then?

Is it about my son? Huh?
The one you won't help...

[Barking]

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...with your
precious Genesis...

[Barking]

[Distorted] ...Because
"that's not what it's for"?!

[Barking]

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Jesse:
And you can tell me...

Where's god?
[Echoing] Where's god?

- Humperdoo! Humperdoo!
-Where's god?

- Where's god?
-Good question.

Jesse: I said...

[echoing] Where's god?

[Humperdoo screaming, sobbing]

[Sound fades]

Maybe it is
about the dog.

Is that
who we're talking about?!

Shhh!
Huh?! What?!

We gotta go.

Right under my nose.

This whole time.

Crazy.

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But this is it.

This is
what we've been chasing.

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I know where god is.

We gotta go.

No, Jesse.

You gotta go.

You're not gonna come?

You're just gonna
stay here?

What about the Saint?

Like you said, padre...

He's only after you.

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[clicking]

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[laughing]

[Moaning]

[Sighs]

- Tyler, please!
- Come on, Hitler.

What's the big deal?
We wanna see your hell.

[Grunts, groans]

We don't have much time.
Open the door.

But... but how?
It's locked!

Oh. So,
there's no way to get in?

Nein. No.

[Groans]

Open it!

A little privacy?
Please.

Oh! [Scoffs]

Told you
you can't trust him.

Well, there's not enough power
for the whole block,

[groans, farts]
But one cell
won't be a problem.

You ready, Hitler?
Or did you get lost in there?

[Grunts]

[Panting]

[Chuckles]
Yeah, no, thank you.

You do the honors.

Eugene, p-please!

Don't make me do this.

[Sighs]

All right,
let's party!

[Sighs]

[Whirring]

[Whirring quickens]

[Chamber music plays]

[Indistinct conversations,
utensils clanking]

[Laughs]

Dude, all these people
are about to get wasted.

Hey, krauts,
what are you doing?

Get out of here!
Hitler's gonna gas your asses!

[Chuckles]

Two of your best
plum cakes, please.

Extra-flaky crust.
Danke.

Ah.
Guten tag.

Elsa, there you are.

I just ordered
plum cakes.

Oh, yum!

I-I dropped by your house
yesterday.

Oh. Did you?

I, uh... Had to help my mother
at the store.

Ah.

Torrent downloaded from RARBG

excuse me.

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Yes, of course.

My fault.

Guten tag.

Guten tag.

[Chamber music continues]

I'm sorry.
You were saying?

You were...
You were helping your mother?

Adolf, see that man?
With the hat?

That's Herman hoehne.

The gallery owner
I told you about.

We are old friends.

You must show him
your drawings.

[Groans]

They are not ready.

That is
what you always say.

You have such talent.
You must sh...

[gunfire in distance]

[People exclaim]

Communists.
They're all vermin.

They should be exiled.

Mm.
Yes, I suppose so.

Would you like tea?

I'm fine. Thank you.

[Chamber music continues]

Go. Show him your work.

Don't be shy.

No point in having talent
if you don't act on it.

Go. Now.

[Chair scrapes]

[Indistinct conversations
continue]

I beg your pardon,
herr hoehne.

I-I-i am a great admirer
of your gallery.

[Scoffs]
So, as I was saying...

I was wondering
if you would be so kind

as to have a look
at my paintings?

Of course, mein herr.

[Chamber music continues]

Ah.

The watercolors
are very capable.

The lines are strong.

Nice shading.

I like to be
encouraging.

[Sighs]

Your work shows capacity
but lacks conviction.

Vision. Daring.

It's...

Bloodless.

Well, uh...

Perhaps you would prefer
the charcoals more.

I doubt it.

[Utensils clank]

I-I will work harder.

M-may I show you some
more pieces in a few months?

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

[Chuckles]

[Chamber music continues]

How did it go?

I don't have it.

He's wrong, Adolf.

What does he know?

You can't let yourself
be discouraged

by one homosexual's
opinion.

No, no, of course.
You're right.

You have to fight
for what you want in this world.

Our plum cakes
should be here soon.

Citizens of Germany!
[People gasp]

Prepare to rise up against
the corrupt weimar Republic!

I'm sorry...
No weapons allowed.

Play "the internationale"
for the German worker.

Communist sons of whores.
Are you deaf?!

Germany shall not...

Play "the internationale"!
Sh! Elsa, Elsa.

They have guns.

Play!

[Customers gasp,
indistinct shouting]

[Scuffling, people screaming,
wood snapping]

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["deutschlandlied" plays]

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[music stops]
Ja?

Uh...

I-I believe you, uh...

You dropped this.

[People gasping, murmuring]

You...
Learn the workers' anthem,

or next time
will be worse for you.

I mean it.

[People murmuring]

Rise up
against the Republic!

German workers, unite!

[Sighs]

Well, they're gone now.

[Sighs]

But I-i think
you are right.

I don't want to be
in hoehne's gallery.

There are many other galleries.
I shall approach them all.

I wasn't with my mother
yesterday.

I was at the lake...
With shulman.

He made us a picnic,

and we sat by the lake
in the sunshine all day.

The bicycle repairman?

He's ambitious.

He knows what he wants.

I'm going to him now.

Do you understand why,
Adolf?

Good day to you.

[Snorts, laughs]

Ah.

Danke. Bitte.

I'm sorry,
mein Hitler,

but we are
all out of plum cake.

B-but I... I...
I-i was here first.

Apologies.

Can I offer you
some strudel?

I don't like strudel.

♪♪

Mmm!

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Mmm!

[Munching echoes]

Mmm!

[Static]

[Whirring]

[Chuckling] Wow.

So, because
you looked like a bitch

in front of that art guy
and your girlfriend,

you blew up Europe?

Nein.

No.

Dude!
[Chuckles]

You are sick!

Hey, payback's a bitch.
Am I right?

[Laughs]

Next time,
get the man his plum cake,

or...
Watch your back!

Yeah.

[Laughs]

[Caveman speaking
indistinctly]
[Grunts]

[Caveman shouting
indistinctly]

Get him down.

Hell guard:
You... down.

[Continues shouting
indistinctly]

Leave that camera alone!

[Continues shouting
indistinctly]

[Indistinct conversations]

You wouldn't understand.

Go away, Eugene.

♪♪

[sighs]

That was the day...

...the last day...

That I was good.

♪♪

That was the moment
I lost myself.

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You trust me?

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There is a back door.

A secret door.

Mannering: [Distorted]
Root, Eugene.

[Normal voice] Let's go, root.
Time for your screening.

Don't worry.
I will come for you.

♪♪

[door opens]

♪♪

[door closes]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

May I have your attention?

[Conversations continue]

Your attention, please?

[Conversations continue]

Everyone, please be quiet!

[Conversations stop]

Ladies and gentlemen, I need you
to do something for me,

so please,
listen very carefully.

Why should we do
anything you say, plum cake?

[Laughter]

♪♪

Because I'm...

Adolf fucking Hitler!

♪♪

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Still no sign of him?

Either of 'em.

What d'ya think
we should do?

Who knows.

Ah, you're right.

We should just sit tight
and be patient.

[Water running]

No, you know what?
Screw that.

I know
what I'm gonna do.

[Water stops running]

Denis, you need to make sure
he always has fresh water.

All right, mate?
[Woman translating in french]

So, what did you get up to
last night after I left?

You got back pretty late.

[Translating to french]

You know what,
never mind.

[Footsteps approach]

Whoa.
Where'd you get those?

Jesse kept 'em.

I'm gonna destroy 'em.

Sounds like fun.
Do you want some company?

Nah, nah.
You two hang out.

You sure it's a good idea
being alone right now?

I won't be.
Jenny's coming with me.

[Door closes]

[Device beeps]

[Speaks french]

Woman's voice: Wow.

What?
[Translates to french]

[Chuckles]

[Speaks french]

You like her.

Of course I like her.
She's me friend.

[Translates to french]

[Speaks french]

So take her.

What?
[Translates to french]

[Speaks french]
Take her.

[Speaks french]

It's what we do.

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Give me the dog.

[Translates to french]

Non.

No.

Give me the goddamn dog.

[Translates to french]

[Whimpers]

Did you know
god was man-dog?

[Scoffs] No.

[Echoing] Did you know?

No.

[Sighs]

[Normal voice]
It was a test, wasn't it?

He knew I was comin'.

I looked god
right in the eyes,

and I told him
he was not what I wanted.

It was a test.

It was a test,
and I failed.

That's absolutely, 100%,
a... Possibility.

What does that mean?

Can you imagine
the stress

that comes with being
master of all creation?

I'm told he wasn't
always like this.

But there have been rumors
in recent years

that god had become...

A pervert?

...disenchanted.

So, what?

God snaps,
has a breakdown,

and now
he's not gonna come back?

Honestly, I don't know.

But in his apparent state,
having him back...

Is that
really what you want?

He is god.
Of course I want him back.

No.

I don't think so.

I've learned a lot about you
over the past few days, Jesse.

I have.

And I think
what you truly want...

Is forgiveness.

And what exactly
do I need forgiveness for?

For killing your father,
of course.

♪♪

Who told you that?

78 billion people.

Give or take,
since time began.

More arriving every day.

Each of them with their own
distinct hopes and fears.

The numbers really pile up...
You can imagine.

Of course god wants
to hear them all,

but at a certain point,

heaven thought it best
to create a backup system.

Make sure nothing important
fell through the cracks.

Took a while
to procure these.

But I called in
a few favors.

Let's have a listen,
shall we?

Listen to what?

What are they?

They are your prayers.

[Click, whirring]

[Beep, beep, beep]

♪ Cut the fat
off the back of a baboon ♪

♪ boil it down to a pound,
get a spoon ♪

♪ take the fleas
from the knees of a demon ♪

♪ tell your pals and gals
and come screamin' ♪

♪ to the feast
with the beast of the mau maus ♪

♪ they make wine from the spine
of their bulldog ♪

♪ it's a test for the best
for who stays ♪

♪ at the feast
with the beast of the mau maus ♪

I know some collectors
who'd pay some big bucks

for these, here.

Not for sale.

I want 'em gone.

[Clicking]

It won't open.

Can't you just...
Throw them in as they are?

What, and have
one of these bullets explode?

Fine.

Okay to shoot those barrels
back there?

Be my guest.

Damn it!

[Scoffs]
Sorry, ladies.

I ain't smelting it
loaded.

What if I give you
oral sex?

Whoa, whoa.
Hey, no, no. It's cool.

I mean, you know,
I'll think of something else.

I mean...
Mail 'em to rio or someplace.

No, this is important
to you.

I want to help.

What if I...
Come over there...

Tear off that apron,
get down on my knees,

and put your penis
in my mouth?

[Chuckles] Whoa.

[Chuckles]
Or what if I say

you forced me
to put your penis in my mouth?

Yeah, I came into
your establishment,

looking for
some simple metal smelting,

[voice breaking]
And the next thing you know...

You had me
on my knees...

Hey!

Okay,
or what if I call my cousin

who's a detective
with the state police

and I tell him your business
here is an illegal operation?

[Chuckles]

Put the weapons
in the machine.

♪♪

[sizzling, bubbling]

♪♪

[sizzling, bubbling]

[Dogs bark in distance]

I just can't believe
he lied to you.

Well,
what am I saying?

Of course he lied. He's a man.
Men are lying pigs.

Yeah.

But I kinda get it.

You do?

Jesse's got his reasons.

You know,
his daddy was a preacher.

Yeah,
that'll mess anyone up.

[Chuckles] Yeah.

Who am I to talk?

I don't even
know the guy.

I'll settle for anyone

who doesn't punch me
in the face.

[Chuckles]

No, Jesse would
never do that.

Not even the time

I cracked his skull
with a golf club.

[Chuckles]

Where do you think
he is now?

He said
he knew where god was.

Probably shoulda
gone with him.

I mean the cowboy.

I don't know.

Jesse can handle him.

Hope you're right.
[Sighs]

Come here! I need you
to see something!

♪♪

Put out your hand.

What?

It's all right.
Do it.

[Gasps]

It's over 4,000 degrees
in there.

It'll melt the armor
off a tank.

♪♪

That thing's
not even hot.

♪♪

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[clicking]

♪♪

♪♪

[clicking continues]

♪♪

♪♪

[clicking stops]

[Beep]

Take a look at that.

♪♪

Prisoners:
♪ ...Row the boat ashore... ♪

♪ hallelujah ♪

♪ did you hear... ♪

don't move.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ then you'll hear... ♪

what's going on here?

♪ ...the trumpets sound? ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

time to go.

Mannering: Hey!

Hey!

Schnell. Schnell.

1... 2... 3... 4...

Schnell! Schnell!
...5... 6...

Schnell!

[Hissing]
...9... 10...

Put this back there.

♪♪

[metal clanks]
Come on!

Let's go.

Ja. The back door
is down there.

Where's Hitler?

Look for him!

I...

Yes, you can.

I will be with you
every step of the way.

[Screaming]

[Grunts]

[Lid slams]

[Thud]

[Thud]

[Clank]

[Lid closes]

♪♪

Pre-teen Jesse: God, forgive me
for not eating my broccoli.

Forgive me
for sassing my daddy.

Forgive me
for falling asleep at church.

God, forgive me for hitting
Donnie on the playground...

Even though he deserved it.

God, forgive me
for thinking you ain't real.

Younger teenage: Forgive me
for using your name in vain.

Older teenage:
Forgive me for thinking dirty
thoughts about Ms. haggity.

Younger teenage: Forgive me
for falling asleep at church.

Forgive me for giving up.

Older teenage: [Voice breaking]
Forgive me for being scared.

Younger teenage: Forgive me
for letting my daddy down.
Pre-teen: [Echoing]
...My daddy down.

Younger teenage: God...
Adult: God, forgive me for...

...losing my temper.
...Losing my temper.

Younger teenage:
Forgive me for not doing my...
Pre-teen:
...Chores as best I could.

Older teenage: Forgive me
for hurting Bobby Boyd...

Though he had it comin'.

Forgive me
for not praying to you more.

All: [Overlapping]
God, forgive me for
thinking you ain't real.

Older teenage:
Forgive me for touching myself.

Younger teenage: Forgive me for
asking you to kill my father

and send him to hell.
Older teenage:
...And send him to hell.

Adult: God, forgive me
for having hate in my heart.

God, forgive me for shooting
that komodo dragon.

Forgive me
for talking down to tulip.

God, forgive me for robbing
that convenience store...

...and that gas station...
...And that pawnbroker...

God...
...For robbing that zoo.

God...
God, forgive me for killing
that security guard.

God, forgive me
for losing my temper.

...for taking
that guy's eye out.

...getting drunk.
...For stealing cars.

...fighting.
...Lying.
...Drinking too much.

...lying...
...Robbing...
...Cheating...

...lying...
...Drinking...
...Fighting...

...for stealing...
God, forgive me for killing...

[click]

I imagine you could take
100,000 little old ladies,

walk them back and forth
across the street for 100 years,

and it still wouldn't get you
off the hook for all that.

If you want
to save your soul,

you need to do
something big.

You need to join me,
Jesse.

People have done worse.

I bet you've done worse.

Perhaps... One more?

[Cranking]

[Thumping, hissing]

♪♪

I ask you again...
What's your name?

Jesse.

Jesse who?

♪♪

Jesse...

...l'angelle.

That's a good boy.

♪♪

And...?

[Thumping, hissing continue]

Thank you, god.

Thank you, god, for...?

♪♪

Thank you, god,
for killing my father...

♪♪

...and bringing me home.

♪♪

Okay. Turn it off.

[Thumping, hissing continue]

♪♪

[thumping, hissing stop]

Your gran'ma loves you.

♪♪

Young Jesse: Thank you, god,

for killing my father
and bringing me home.

So...

[Groans softly]

You went to an awful lot
of trouble for all this.

To show you that you're
the right man for the job

and the job
is right for you.

[Inhales deeply]

♪♪

So, these are
all my prayers?

Yes.

Over all this time.

♪♪

Every single one.

I can make copies,
if you'd like to take them.

No, that's all right.

♪♪

Why don't you just...

♪♪

[echoing]
...Shove 'em up your ass?

♪♪

[herr starr grunting]

We're done.
Let me out.

I-is everything all right
with herr starr?

[Echoes faintly]
Let me out.
[Energy crackles]

♪♪

I'm just going to
check with him.

♪♪

[echoing] Let me out.
[Energy crackles]

♪♪

[echoing] Let me out.

♪♪

[elevator bell dings]

♪♪

♪♪

[lid opens]

[Rustling]
Yes, hoover, I'm sure.

Custer has left us no choice.

God help us...

[rustling continues]
It's all... Come down... To you.

♪♪

Nothing less
than the eternal dignity

[grunting]
Of the grail is at stake.

♪♪

[beeping]

Hoover: Okay. Good.

I'm glad we could reach
this understanding.

Now just... Do what you do.

[Lock disengages]

♪♪

[man growls raggedly]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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