Preacher (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - On Your Knees - full transcript

I don't think I can
do this again.

HITLER: You can
if you resist, Eugene.

Show the machine
you don't belong here,
and the secret door will open.

Resist.

Eugene, nein.

What the heck?

Ew.

No!

That's right. Resist
the pattern, Eugene.

You can kiss me
if you want to.

HITLER: Don't do it, Eugene.



I'm good.

You don't want to?

You? Eugene Root?
You're too good for me?

No, no. I didn't
mean that. No, wait!

Kiss me. Please.

I'm begging you.

I don't know what
I'm supposed to do.

If I kiss you,
you kill yourself.

If I don't kiss you,
you kill yourself.

We're friends, Tracy.
I just want you to be okay.

We're friends.

That's all I wanted
to hear. Thank you.

That should
open the secret...

TRACY: You still like me,
though, right?



Like, "like me," like me?

Yeah, of course.

I can tell.

Show me.

Tracy...
Come on, Eugene.

You said we're friends.

Show me.

Ew.

That was, like... Ugh.

Feel like my eyes
are gonna barf.

Do you like my hair like this?

You know what, Tracy?

You're mean.

What?

Yeah, you're mean
and conceited,
and you use people.

You are not a nice person.

No, you're not a nice person!

God! I cannot believe
you'd say this
to me right now.

I'm gonna kill myself,
and it's going
to be your fault.

No. It won't.

Tracy, if you're so shallow

that you need
to commit suicide

to get people's attention,
go ahead.

But it'll be your fault,
not mine.

Let's get out
of here.

Damn it. What else?

Who the hell is that?

Troop Leader Pedro?

Haven't thought
about you in years.

Remember when we went
on that camping trip?

We went into the woods
to collect firewood,

and I told you
"Never touch me again"?

I meant it.

Ja, good boy.
That should do it.

I don't understand.

Well, who else is there?

Unless...

Dad?

Look at
what you did, Eugene.

Look at what you did
to your Mom...

...and to me.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do?
How can I fix it?

You can finish the job.

Finish the job!

No.

I'm just a kid.

I got scared and I messed up,
but I'm still just a kid.

I'm sorry that you're sad,
but I'm not
gonna shoot myself,

and I'm not gonna apologize
for being your son.

Come here.

I love you.

I should've
always said that.

I love you, too, Dad.

Yes!

JESSE: Get on your knees.

Drop it. Disarm.

The gun. Saber.

Let's go for a drive.

THE SAINT OF KILLERS:
Preacher!

JESSE: A cop-killing,
child-murdering son of a bitch

trying to make his way
through the Pearly Gates?

You really think
there's a place
for you in Heaven?

Up there with
your wife and child?

Living in peace
for all eternity?

No.

I'll tell you
where you belong.

WOMAN: You've ignored
your soul for too long.

No more killing.
No more drinking.

Your soul is where
your goodness lies.

The goodness I know is there.

Then we'll be
together in Heaven,
for all eternity.

Preacher.

Welcome, my son.
Get on your knees.

Do not be deceived.

God is not mocked,

for whatever one sows,
that will he also reap.

And let us not grow
weary of doing good...

WOMAN: ...doing good.

For, in due season,
we will reap,
if we do not give up.

Amen.

Mommy, do I have
to eat beets?

Yes, my angel.
Beets help us grow.

Can't I eat something
else to help me grow?

Like what?

Apple pie?

Here. This will help.

WOMAN: How's your milk?

It's good.

Daddy doesn't mean it.

You callin' me a fibber?
Uh-huh.

Here.
No.

No one puts salt in their...
Hold on. Let's see.

Even better.

God damn!

Uh...

Hello in there.

Uh, sorry about the traffic.

I shouldn't have
taken the interstate,
but, anyway...

How are you?

My name is F.J. Hoover.

Second Lieutenant of
the Grail organization.

I wanna welcome
you to our, uh, custody.

We know what you want.

As you know,
Heaven's probably
not gonna happen,

but we can give you
the next best thing.

All you have to do
is work with us.

So, think about it.

WOMAN: Take the horse,
keep to your affairs.

Come back to us.

Your soul is where
your goodness lies.

Hey, mister! Hey!

We're headed to Ratwater!

WOMAN: Your soul is where
your goodness lies.

The goodness I know is there.

Hey, mister.

No.

WOMAN: No more killing,
no more drinking.

No more killing,
no more drinking.

No more killing,
no more drinking.

No more killing,
no more drinking.

Then we'll be
together in Heaven,
for all eternity.

F.J.: You've gotten weaker.

You know you have.

You really should
consider our offer.

We just wanna make
you strong again.
It is a win-win situation.

After all,

what more do you have to lose?

F.J.: Okay, good.

I'm glad we could
reach this understanding.

Now, just do what you do.

Made up your mind?

Whiskey.

BARTENDER: Where you from?

Texas.

Heard of it.

Well, what brings
you to New Orleans?

I'm here to kill a man.

CASSIDY: What are you
doing in me room, son?

Get out.

It's okay, Banjo.
You're safe with me.

You all right?

There's a finger
under the stove.

Oh, yeah.

So, when do you
think he's coming back?

Will you stop asking me that?

I don't care if Jesse's
coming back, okay?

And neither should you.
Don't snap at me.

You've not cornered
the market on being
pissed off, all right?

I'm just as angry as you are,
you can trust in that.

I mean,
who put him in charge?

Well, not me.
I always thought
I was in charge.

What?

Nothin'.
No, go on.

Oh, please, you're,
like, third in charge.

Third? There's no way.

Figure it out, Cass.

You ain't in charge of me...
I never said I was.

...or Jesse.
Well, come on.

Third's a bleedin' joke.
It's insulting.

Math is what it is.

CASSIDY: I'll have you know,
I'm in charge

of a whole heap
of people, actually.

TULIP: Oh, really?
CASSIDY: Mmm-hmm.

TULIP: Like who?
CASSIDY: Like, Little Banjo.

This is worse
than waterboarding.
TULIP: Not a person.

CASSIDY: Denis.
TULIP: Doesn't listen to you.

CASSIDY:
And we're working on that!

CASSIDY: I hardly
think that's fair.

Status report.

CASSIDY: I'm not third!

He's on his way.

CASSIDY:
All right. All right.
So, let's just say,

for the sake of argument,
that you're left in charge.

What's your bright
idea for us, then?
Curious to hear it.

On a serious note,
what do we do?

'Cause I'm starting
to worry about it.

Well...

We go to Bimini as planned.

What, just the two of us?

Yeah.

Alone?

Sure.

I guess so. Why not?

No reason.

He'll come back.
He always comes back.

Not always.

CASSIDY: Oh!

Here he is.

Hey, Cass.

Hey.
Hi.

We were just
wonderin' about you.

You were wondering.

Yeah. You were just starin'
at me finger on the floor.

I wasn't staring
at it, Cassidy.
I was noticing it.

Noticing the floor finger
without a wonder in the world.

Well, you find Him?

I don't wanna talk
about God right now.

Does anyone here
have a drink?

Now, that.
That's bloody leadership.

I got a potation in me room,
it's just ripe.

I think you're gonna
love it. Come on.

A what?

Hey, save some for me,
you wet brains!

"Potation."

Preacher.

No.

Weapons.

Rio.

You leave 'em alone!

JESSE: That's a pretty
farfetched theory,
Cass, even for you.

CASSIDY: I'm telling you,
mate, if you watch that
movie again, you'll see.

Tyler Durden does exist.

JESSE: You're telling
me the twist of Fight Club is

there is no twist?

CASSIDY: Exactly!
JESSE: How do you figure that?

CASSIDY: Well, because nobody
listens to ugly people,
Padre, right?

You know, if you're gonna
inspire an anti-materialistic
organization

with worldwide designs
on erasing global debt,

you gotta look like Brad Pitt.

JESSE:
I'll give you that.

I wouldn't exactly call
Edward Norton ugly.

CASSIDY: The Netherlands are
the leading consumers in
the foreskin market.

I'll give you 10 to one.

They buy so much at a time,
half goes to waste.

So they've started sneaking
the excess into toothpaste

and baby formula.

Like how Brad Pitt, how
he sells the fat lady soap
to rich ladies.

CASSIDY: No, I mean Brad Pitt,
because he does exist.

Look, the point is,

what I'm trying to say is
that the Netherlands
are like this...

Okay?

Someone's gotta stop 'em.

JESSE: Come on, Cass.
That can't be true.

Widespread reports.
Substantiated
reports about it.

Well, if it makes it
taste better, then
what's the harm in it?

It's foreskin
into baby formula.

It's bloody cannibalism,
are you jokin'?

Try some of this.

It's me reserve stock,
that's what I call it.

Have a go of that.
I think you'll find that...
Oh, shite!

Bollocks.

What is it? Battery acid?

Just try it.

What? Too much Neosporin?

Can we get a beer now?
Yeah, all right.

Tulip, get your man
a six pack!

That's odd. She normally
hops right to that.

I'll go gather some suds.

Where's Tulip?

Not here for her.

So, shall I ask you to beg,

or should I make you?

I was merciful last time,
not sending you back
to where you belong.

THE SAINT OF KILLERS:
No, you were chicken shit.

Didn't want
your soul in Hell.

Get on your knees.

THE SAINT OF KILLERS:
Didn't hear you, Preacher.

Get...
CASSIDY: Come here, you shite!

He's gonna kill him.

Not yet.
He's taking his time.

Get away from him,
you asshole!

Stop.

JESSE: Hey!

You're not here for her.

That's right, Preacher.

I'm here for you.

Time to get on your knees.

I met a man once.

A bar, a town where
I had some business.

He sat down and talked at me
about scalpin' heads.

Comanche, mostly.
Out there on the Colorado.

They were his business.

The noise their
heads would make.

That's what he
talked most about.

The noise was
his main concern.

He tried describing it to me.

"Like a wet sheet
torn to pieces."

Only not.

Only different.

He'd been at this
business for so long,

the man allowed
that he'd fallen into

a captivation over
it over the years.

Sittin' in church,
or laying in his bed at night,

he couldn't stop
turnin' it over in his mind.

The noise was all he loved.

I shot him dead
with all the rest.

But I've been curious
about his noise ever since.

So, go ahead.

But then you're
never gonna see Heaven.

Like you said,
things I done,

I was never gonna, anyway.

There ain't no
such thing as never.

Any man can change himself.

I tried to.

But it's a lie.

MANNERING:
William, that's enough.

Time to go back.

Never.

MANNERING: It's up to you.

But your hell is empty
and must be
filled with someone.

Like your wife,
or your daughter.

You can't do that.

God's gone.
Who's going to stop me?

And what about the Preacher?

Leave him.
Those are my orders.

Another time.

You're lucky to have
a man like Herr Starr
looking out for you.

He has my soul.

Sorry to hear it.

CASSIDY: Padre?

Little help here, please?

I'll meet you there.
No, no. Listen, listen.

Someone needs to
stay with Denis,
warm him up some medicine.

Oh, and keep an eye on
Little Banjo, will you?

Why you going to the
hospital, anyway?

Blood run. I'm running low.

Right.

I'm sorry.

I thought I could stop him.
I really did.

But that son of a bitch
punched me in
the throat and I...

Good thing I was there.

Sounds like you
really saved the day.

Shut up, Cass.

Look, whatever, okay?

It all worked out in the end.

Thank you both for coming.

I'll dive right in,
while you take a moment

to adjust and
acclimate yourselves.

My name is Herr Starr.

My God, you're unattractive.

I'm sorry, I just...

I saw his face and I
just had the thought.

Said it out loud.

Jesse has mentioned me to you?
Told you about our dealings?

Your "dealings"?

STARR: He hasn't taken you
into his confidence?

Suppose I'm not surprised.
You are holding him back.

You see...

And how do I find
a way of saying this
without hurting your feelings?

CASSIDY: My God,
it's hypnotic, isn't it?

Like a school bus
crash. It's...

I can't take my
eyes off your face...

Cassidy, shut up.

Well, he's doing
all the talking.

Why don't we make
him shut up?

I wanna hear what
he has to say, okay?

That's right,
Tulip, you understand.

Jesse Custer is
heading for big things.

Greatness. Glory. Power.
He's a very special person.

And deep down,
whether he's ready
to admit it or not,

he knows the two
of you just aren't.

So, my question,
what this has been about
from the beginning,

that I think we
should really dig into
and discuss here,

given that the fate
of the entire universe
is at stake is,

"How shall we proceed?"

God is gone...

From our hearts.

From town to town
and cities across the world,

His absence is real.

The loss of Him widely felt,

leaving us poor sinners alone

to grapple with the age-old,
eternal question,

"What happens next?"

I answer that
question with hope.

God is gone,
but His promise remains.

The promise that,
when all seems most lost,

His Son will
return to save us.

Jesus, or a reasonable
approximation thereof,
is coming.

You need not doubt
or fear much longer.

All you need to
do is get ready.

Hey.

I gave Denis some blood.

His head's...
It's at a funny angle,

but he's sleeping.

Thanks.

What happened?

What happened
with you?

Let's get something to eat.

Now, look, I'm telling you.
I seen it.

I seen it with
me own two eyes.

JESSE: Cass, the amount of
crap you've put
in your body...

I'm sure you've seen
all kinds of things.

Well, I will have you know

that I was damn near
completely sober
at the time, right?

Listen to this.

I was lying by
the campfire there,

I hear a bit of a noise,
so I went down to
the river to investigate,

and there it was, just...

You know...

Licking an ice
cream cone, huh?

"Licking an ice cream"?

How'd you get that
from what I just did?

'Cause that's
what it looked like.

Like it were
eating an ice cream cone.

Where the bloody hell
is it gonna get
an ice cream cone?

The ice cream truck?

You're just
trying to ruin my story
and I don't like it.

It was drinking river water.

The unicorn?

Honestly.
Stood under the stars.

It was just,
beautiful scene. Regal.

Majestic creature.

He was thirsty?
CASSIDY: Well, yeah.

It's clip-clopping
around with an enormous
horn on its head.

You know? I can only imagine
the dehydration with that.

And eating all that ice cream
could not have helped.

There wasn't any ice cream!

That's right.
Ice cream
makes you thirsty.

Known fact.
CASSIDY: Now, stop it.

We're out in
the middle of the forest.

Where in the heck
is it gonna find
an ice cream truck?

Just sayin'...
Stop it.

CASSIDY: Bloody moron.

So, are you gonna
say it, or should we?

What?
CASSIDY: We met your friend.

The one with
the head like an old egg.

When?

CASSIDY: "The Messiah"?

Come on. That's a joke, right?

Padre. Tell me you're jokin'.

I don't think
I have a choice.

CASSIDY: What are you
talking about?

Course, you have...
You've got lots of choices.

What about finding God?

I found Him already.

What?

Well, sort of.

Do you remember Man-Dog?

No!

I knew there was
something about that dog.

Well, I got to thinking,
is it worth finding
a God like this?

And honestly, I don't know.

What I do know is,
someone worse

is getting set
to take his place.

All right.
Let him take His place.

They've been
rotating kinky gods
on and off the throne

since the beginning of time.

You know?
We've always been all right.

Not this time.

Humperdoo being
the savior of the world? No.

I have to do this.

See? Told you.

No, I don't see,
I don't see this at all.

Look, you, the Messiah?

No offense, Padre,
but that has gotta be

the stupidest
thing I've ever heard.

Why not me?
Have you met yourself?

Padre, you drink, you fight.

You like to
break people's arms

just to hear
the sounds they make.

You're just a person
like the rest of us, Jess.

No, I'm not, Cass.

See, I was given this power.
Me. Not anyone else.

Me.

You know, a long time ago,
I made this promise...

"A long time ago,
I made this promise

"to me dad to be good."
We remember.

You made a promise.
You did. What about us?

Well, you can come with me.

Hard part's over,
the Saint's gone.

We can go back
to saving the world
and having fun.

God, do you
remember that time,

and honestly,
it feels like ages ago now...

We were talking about
bikinis and hand guns.

Just getting into
trouble. Right?

To me that's fun. That's fun.
Not bowing down to Lord Jesse.

Come on, Cass.
It's not gonna
be like that.

No? Well, what's it
gonna be like, then?

'Cause I'm super
curious to hear about it.

I don't know.

Guys.

Come on.

I love you, Jesse.
Till the end of the world.

But you gotta be
honest with me.

What do you need us for?

What...

Tell Satan I want a word.

He'll want a word
with you as well.

Any word?
Not yet.

Find them!

HITLER: This way. Come on.

MAN: Baby, put the gun
down, okay?

She didn't mean
anything to me,
all right? I love you.

WOMAN: You can't talk your
way out of this one.

Not this time.
MAN: Baby.

You gotta believe me, baby.
It was just sex.

Just a lot of
really great sex.

WOMAN: You son of a bitch!

Oh, my God.

Babies?

HITLER: Never mind.
Keep moving!

WOMAN: Two days.
Three at most.

Take the horse,
keep to your affairs.

Come back to us.

STARR: Where are your friends?

They couldn't make it.

That's too bad.

But I knew you'd make
the right decision.

What happens next?