Preacher (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Damsels - full transcript
Jesse gets a tip that God might be in New Orleans and Tulip's hiding a secret.
Eugene, where are you?
I need you.
Please, come now.
Lock the door.
Tracy, what's wrong?
What happened?
He cheated on me.
Jenny lewin saw him getting head
under the bleachers
from Karen freakin' Murphy.
She's a five at best.
Jenny lewin hates me.
She's gonna tell everyone
that Tucker
cheated on me with a five.
I'll be humiliated.
So...
I'm gonna kill myself.
It's my dad's, and it's loaded.
Whoa, wait.
Why don't you put that down
before somebody gets hurt?
I'm killing myself, Eugene.
I already wrote my suicide note.
"To whom it may concern...
Dear everybody,
my death has nothing to do
with that asshole Tucker."
"I hereby leave buckeroo
to Suzy k., my only friend"
who cared enough
to bring him carrots.
The rest of my stuff should be
kept exactly where it is,
like a shrine so people
can remember me.
Under no circumstances
are my brothers
"ever allowed in my room."
"for Tucker, I'll leave a list"
of all the guys I've had
really great sex with
so he can be jealous
for all eternity...
"Greg, Houston, Cody h., Cody d."
Cody d.?
Well it was just anal
so I'll still get into heaven.
The part about you
is at the end.
"I officially put my most
trusted friend..."
Eugene root...
"In charge of everything
in this letter."
My funeral playlist
is on page 14.
Make sure they bury me
in that dress.
Look, iil'm sorry, Tracy,
but il'm not gonna
help you with this.
No way. You have to.
You're the only person I can
count on to do what I say.
Look.
I know this hurts,
but dying is not the answer.
Living is.
Look, Tracy, god would not want
you to give up on yourself
just 'cause...
Just 'cause Jenny lewin's
got a big mouth.
He's probably got
a miracle waiting for you
right around the corner.
The thing is...
You got to stick around
if you want to see it.
It... it's like what
Mary poppins says
in "the sound of music",
that when god closes a door,
he always opens up a window.
You're right.
I used to love Mary poppins.
We won't need this anymore.
Thanks, Eugene.
What the heck? I'm... I'm sorry.
I just... I just thought that...
You thought that because
me and Tucker that...
You and me?
Maybe.
Ew.
God. God.
No!
Darn it.
Tracy?! Thank gosh.
I'm so sorry. Please don't die.
I'm just gonna get
all this back in here,
and you'll be good as new,
all right?
It really looks
a lot worse than it is.
Just gonna scoop this stuff
back in there where it belongs.
Please don't die, Tracy.
Please don't die.
Hello? Tracy?
Tracy? Hey, Mrs. loach.
We'll be out in just a second.
Okay, Eugene.
Why is this door locked?
We'll be out in just a minute.
Tracy, you know the rules.
Unlock this door.
What's going on in there,
Eugene?
Tracy's taking a nap,
Mrs. loach.
We'll be out in...
Just... just a minute.
Tracy, honey, are you okay?
What's he doing to you?
Eugene, open this door right now
or you're gonna be
in big trouble. I mean it.
Eugene root, open this door
or I'm calling your father.
Please don't do that,
Mrs. loach.
Tracy? Tracy?
Eugene,
you leave my daughter alone.
Eugene, you answer me right now!
You monster!
You get your hands off
my daughter, Eugene!
I'm calling
your father right now!
Eugene! Eugene!
Eugene, where are you?
I need you.
Please, come now.
Lock the door.
He cheated on me.
I'm gonna kill myself.
I'm sorry, Tracy, but I'm not
gonna help you with this.
Dying is not the answer.
Living is.
Ew.
No!
It really looks
a lot worse than it is.
Hello? Tracy?
Eugene, where are you?
Lock the door.
It's my dad's, and it's loaded.
Dying is not the answer.
Living is.
Please don't die. God.
You and me?
Ew.
Ew.
Ew.
All units down in block 3767211.
Don't move.
I just think New Orleans
is a dumb idea.
Got a better one?
No, Nola's great.
Ladies flash their boobs at
practically nothing up there.
If you like that sort of thing.
I don't.
Are we gonna have
to listen to this one song
over and over the whole drive?
I'm just trying
to figure it out.
Tammy said "a walk to the peak"
was god's favorite.
It is kinda catchy.
Yeah, like cats screwing
at the airport
under an icecream truck.
I thought you hated New Orleans.
I like the city fine.
It's the swamps I don't like.
Why's that?
It's a family thing.
You want me to drive?
My car? No.
Why? You're driving
like a little boy.
No, I'm not. You're goin' 50.
That's the legal speed limit,
Jesse.
I just think New Orleans
is a dumb plan.
So I heard. All's we know is that
god has a crappy taste in music.
I like jazz. I like tacos.
Doesn't mean I go to Mexico.
You have gone to Mexico.
I didn't go to Mexico
for the tacos, Jesse.
I went to kill a guy.
That's my point.
Do you know what, though?
I could really go for
a Mexican taco right now.
But you don't have to go
to Mexico for one, Cassidy.
Lots of places have
Mexican tacos.
Just like there's lots
of jazz in Mexico.
Mexijazz. Exactly.
I think we probably
should go to Mexico.
Because maybe god
likes mexijazz?
Well, maybe.
Well, I got a good feeling
about New Orleans.
You have any idea
how many jazz clubs
there are in New Orleans, Jesse?
187. I looked it up.
So where do we start, padre?
How 'bout right here?
'Scuse me.
Hey.
I'm lookin' for god.
All three of you?
Yeah.
Cover me.
These folks are looking for god.
All three of them?
Yeah.
Follow me.
These folks are looking for god.
All three of us.
So, $1,800 to watch.
$4,000 if you want to play.
And doggie style is $12,000.
Wow.
That's different.
What'll be?
Right.
What the hell are you doing?
Payin' the man.
We don't want this.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
We're looking for god.
God, god. The god.
Not this.
Get out of here, preacher man.
You had your chance.
Let's go. Y'all, too.
Get out of here, ya freaks.
You don't know
what you're missing out on.
That suit was so formfitting.
Be bloody hard to get out off,
I'd imagine?
Unless he never takes it off.
She might very well enjoy
grooming him, you know?
You think they're a couple.
How do they make the,
Well, I think that's what
the bloody treats are for,
if you know what I mean.
I don't feel so good.
Well, neither do I.
Stomach's still doing
bloody flips after seeing that.
Not that. Ii gotta go lie down.
We're only just getting started.
Yeah, and I don't feel good.
Give me a sec.
What's going on, tulip?
I told you
a bunch of times, okay?
I got a stomachache.
It's like piercing, sharp,
grabby kinda of feeling.
Sharp, grabby kind of feeling?
Is that all you got to say?
Yeah.
All right.
Feel better. Don't be mad at me.
Why would I be mad at you?
I don't know. No reason.
Maybe about
the not getting married.
Marriage is stupid,
like we said.
I know.
God's missing, tulip.
I gotta find him.
Hey.
Till the end
of the world, right?
Right.
Well, looks like it's just
me and you, cass.
Where she goin'? I dunno.
Motel. Let's try that one.
No, no, no. I'm sorry, padre.
I'm gonna have to go with her.
What?
Well, she can't check
into a motel.
We're staying with denis. Who?
The guy who we're staying with,
denis,
if he finds out
we're staying at a motel,
he'll never forgive me,
all right?
I'll text you the address.
You're gonna love 'im.
Lookin' for god. What's that?
Lookin' for god!
Yo, order a drink
or take a hike, buddy.
Ratwater, neat.
Hey, you know that joke
about the preacher
who walks into a bar?
That's him.
Preacher lookin' for god.
That's a joke.
Aah!
You seem anxious.
I ain't anxious.
All right. Well, nervous then.
But it's okay. It makes sense.
I'm nervous and I'm not the one
who just killed a man
with a pager wand.
Where are you talking
about that?
I told you not to talk about that.
I know.
I just have a couple of questions.
No.
All right. Well, one question
then. Like, who the...
No question. None, got it.
Sh...
so, we're on the run.
Statement, not a question.
What?
Tulip?
Tulip O'Hare, I thought that was
your cute little backside.
Hi, Mrs. barbaret.
Where've you been, honey?
You know, just... Out of town.
Well, you stop all
your running around
and come over for some
'a my doberge.
I'll make the lemon
like you like.
Thank you, Mrs. barbaret.
That sounds real good.
You've been a stranger too long.
She seems really nice.
Shit. Maybe not.
How do you know this guy again?
Who? Denis? We go way back.
He's hysterical.
Denis! My god, man.
You look great!
Come here. It's good to see you.
Tulip, denis. Denis, tulip.
C'est pas denis. C'est denee.
Un-
Do you speak French? No.
Yeah, neither of us
got any of that, denis.
But we would like to sleep
in your house
for a very long time.
All right, come on quick.
Are you sure
he's okay with this?
He left the door open,
didn't he?
I know where you can find god,
preacher.
Mandog in the basement.
Hey. No, I saw that already.
It's not what I'm looking for.
Don't talk to her.
Eddie, you're so embarrassing.
Hey.
I just wanted to say thank you
for lettin' us stay.
I got you these.
I remember you liked the ones
with the peanuts, so, yeah.
Listen, no need to go
to any trouble.
We're gettin' ourselves settled
in back there all right, so...
And I got another friend
coming over, too.
He's a preacher.
Preacher. Man of god, denis.
We're on a really big mission.
It's big. It's important stuff.
Really, it is.
"Three stooges."
It's a classic, isn't it?
In any language that's good.
All right.
I'll leave you to it.
All right.
So, towels are in the closet.
Bathroom down the hall.
I just spoke to denis.
He's thrilled we're here, you know?
I can't be here, Cassidy.
You're afraid of someone.
Statement. It's not a question.
Why did it have to be
New Orleans?
I knew someone
would see me here.
Mrs. barbaret is probably
telling Viktor right now.
Viktor? Who's Viktor?
Doesn't matter.
What matter is I screwed him,
and now I'm here
in his backyard.
Stupid New Orleans.
All right. We... we could always
just leave.
You know, I'm a big proponent of
running away from your problems.
Yeah? Well, Jesse's not.
As long as he thinks god's here,
he's not going anywhere.
I'm sure he might if he knew
about your troubles.
If he knew about my troubles,
he'd make it a whole lot worse.
Believe me.
Why would he do that?
He's your exfiancé,
and he loves you.
I can't tell him.
Well, then, let me help you out.
You can't help me, Cassidy.
Really? You serious?
Helped you move the body
of your murder victim, didn't I?
And I've helped you lie to my
best mate more than once now.
I know, but... I helped you set
up these free digs as well.
I think I can be pretty damn
helpful, actually.
I'm not saying you're not
no, you're treating me
like an idiot Irish sidekick,
and I think you need to tell me
what the hell
is going on here, love.
'Scuse me. Lookin' for god.
What the hell
are you talking about?
You seen god?
Get lost, weirdo.
You seen god?
Is this a joke?
Hey, I'm looking for god.
In a bar? Good one, preacher.
I'll have whatever he's smoking.
- You seen god?
- You lookin' for Santa claus
and the easter bunny, too?
You tell me where god is.
You're the preacher man.
'Scuse me. Lookin' for god.
You seen god? Lookin' for god.
Bar's closed, buddy. Time to go.
You seen god?
In New Orleans?
Never mind.
Hey.
You might want to talk
to the singer at le chamonix.
Thank you.
Make it a double tonight, Stan.
Put that on my tab.
I'm Lewis.
Lara. Thanks for the drink.
Thank you, honey.
I don't make a habit of talking
to ladies in bars.
I got to tell you,
you're about the hottest thing
I've seen since fire.
Well, thank you, Lewis.
So you like America?
Who doesn't?
Which part about it
do you love most?
The freedom, of course.
I love that part, too.
Well, sounds like you and me
have a lot in common.
How about you let me
take you to dinner?
Or we could just...
Cut the bullshit and go back
to my dressing room.
Two Americanloving patriots,
just free to do
whatever we want.
Yes, ma'am.
You just have to answer me
one question first.
I'm not married.
That's not my question, Lewis.
What's the capital of Florida?
Um, I think it's, um,
Tallahassee?
So close.
Sorry, Lewis.
I believe Tallahassee
is the capital of Florida.
Well, he wasn't sure.
Lemme guess... you're a man
who knows his capitals.
Nope.
Never really been interested
in geography.
That's right.
Preachers aren't allowed to be
interested in geography.
That's catholics.
I can be interested
in whatever I want.
So what are you interested in?
God.
I didn't have you pegged
as a cliché.
Bartender at sugar foot said you
might know where he is.
Which bartender's that?
Tall black guy.
Said I should talk to you.
Clean yourself up.
Meet me outside.
Freak!
How dare you!
Help! No! Help!
Stop.
Aah!
Aah!
You all right?
Who are you?
Jesse custer.
I'm not with them.
Come with me.
Did she go down okay?
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
Where are you gonna go?
Someplace I can keep
Gracie safe.
One sec.
Yeah.
- Hey, sweetie.
- How you doing?
Mama's home
shh. Go back to sleep.
Those men back there...
How'd you get them to stop?
I told 'em to.
You told them to?
It's the collar.
Gives me aan authority.
Who are they? What do they want?
They are a supersecret
cryptoreligious fascist organization
with designs
on total world domination.
Yeah, that's the same look I had
when I heard it.
Who told you that?
Some guy who used to
come into the club,
drink, hit on me, whatever.
No, he said they were after him.
Why? What they want from him?
He comes in one night,
tells me... God's missing
and that these people
in white suits are after him,
warning him to be quiet.
Who is this guy?
Where can I find him?
He's dead.
Body washed up in the swamps.
Until tonight, I tried to tell
myself it was a coincidence,
but...
I mean, they find dead guys in
the swamps all the time, right?
I just... Couldn't shake
the feeling
I was being followed
by men in white.
Well, they must have known
you talked to him.
I thought I was losing my mind.
Hey.
If you hadn't come along, I...
Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay.
It's just lucky I was there.
Real lucky.
Seriously,
how'd you get them to stop?
Like I said, I told them to.
No, these aren't the kind
of people who stop
because someone tells them to.
How did you make them stop,
preacher?
I have a power.
I can make people do
anything I say.
So, hold on.
You... you can just say
something and they do it?
Show me.
I don't think
that would be a good idea.
Like, for example...
say I wanted to kiss you.
Could you make me stop?
Even if I really...
Really wanted to?
Stop.
Hey, sweet baby.
Mama'll be right back. Shh.
I'm going to the airport.
You sure this is all right?
We'll be okay with my sister.
Strange, I never thought much
about god before all this.
Not many people have.
Why would he leave heaven?
What's he thinking?
I don't know.
Well, I hope you find him.
I will.
You know, preacher,
I believe you just might.
Got you that time.
Bye.
You take care.
Hey.
Hey.
Whatcha doing?
Workin'. Still looking?
Yeah, I'm still looking.
Seems like we might not be
the only ones
to know god's missing.
Some kind of coverup.
Some sort of group.
I'm just trying
to figure out why.
Well, that's cool.
What's up?
Well, we're at this guy
denis' place.
Cassidy keeps talking about
how great he is,
but I think he pretty much hates
Cassidy's guts, so...
But he got cereal and poptarts.
Is that why you called me?
I'm just filling you in.
Come on, tulip.
What's going on?
Did you call me
just to breathe down the phone?
No, I just wanted to say...
stuff. Well, you
ain't saying any stuff.
Well, you ain't saying
any stuff, neither.
I gotta go.
Fine.
Go find your god then, preacher.
Tulip.
Tulip. Where you going?
Just to get smokes.
Would you want some company?
I'll be okay.
Hello?!
Hello?
Who's there?
Heavy set, boys.
One more. Come on. One more.
What you want to hear then?
It's a tough choice, brother.
"A walk to the peak"?
Yeah.
Deep cut, daddyo.
One, two. Aone, two...
Will someone please get me
a damn dog next time?
Was the intel right?
Whatever custer's got,
it's for real.
So, what do you
want to do about it?
Kick him up to Samson unit.
You sure?
Do it.
Track's 18 karat, brother.
Been listening to it a lot,
trying to understand
what it's about.
Can't you feel it?
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, now you're diggin' it,
daddyo.
It's the end of the world.
Hey. Got change for $100?
All I got's a five.
Fine.
Everyone out! Now!
Viktor, we got her.
I need you.
Please, come now.
Lock the door.
Tracy, what's wrong?
What happened?
He cheated on me.
Jenny lewin saw him getting head
under the bleachers
from Karen freakin' Murphy.
She's a five at best.
Jenny lewin hates me.
She's gonna tell everyone
that Tucker
cheated on me with a five.
I'll be humiliated.
So...
I'm gonna kill myself.
It's my dad's, and it's loaded.
Whoa, wait.
Why don't you put that down
before somebody gets hurt?
I'm killing myself, Eugene.
I already wrote my suicide note.
"To whom it may concern...
Dear everybody,
my death has nothing to do
with that asshole Tucker."
"I hereby leave buckeroo
to Suzy k., my only friend"
who cared enough
to bring him carrots.
The rest of my stuff should be
kept exactly where it is,
like a shrine so people
can remember me.
Under no circumstances
are my brothers
"ever allowed in my room."
"for Tucker, I'll leave a list"
of all the guys I've had
really great sex with
so he can be jealous
for all eternity...
"Greg, Houston, Cody h., Cody d."
Cody d.?
Well it was just anal
so I'll still get into heaven.
The part about you
is at the end.
"I officially put my most
trusted friend..."
Eugene root...
"In charge of everything
in this letter."
My funeral playlist
is on page 14.
Make sure they bury me
in that dress.
Look, iil'm sorry, Tracy,
but il'm not gonna
help you with this.
No way. You have to.
You're the only person I can
count on to do what I say.
Look.
I know this hurts,
but dying is not the answer.
Living is.
Look, Tracy, god would not want
you to give up on yourself
just 'cause...
Just 'cause Jenny lewin's
got a big mouth.
He's probably got
a miracle waiting for you
right around the corner.
The thing is...
You got to stick around
if you want to see it.
It... it's like what
Mary poppins says
in "the sound of music",
that when god closes a door,
he always opens up a window.
You're right.
I used to love Mary poppins.
We won't need this anymore.
Thanks, Eugene.
What the heck? I'm... I'm sorry.
I just... I just thought that...
You thought that because
me and Tucker that...
You and me?
Maybe.
Ew.
God. God.
No!
Darn it.
Tracy?! Thank gosh.
I'm so sorry. Please don't die.
I'm just gonna get
all this back in here,
and you'll be good as new,
all right?
It really looks
a lot worse than it is.
Just gonna scoop this stuff
back in there where it belongs.
Please don't die, Tracy.
Please don't die.
Hello? Tracy?
Tracy? Hey, Mrs. loach.
We'll be out in just a second.
Okay, Eugene.
Why is this door locked?
We'll be out in just a minute.
Tracy, you know the rules.
Unlock this door.
What's going on in there,
Eugene?
Tracy's taking a nap,
Mrs. loach.
We'll be out in...
Just... just a minute.
Tracy, honey, are you okay?
What's he doing to you?
Eugene, open this door right now
or you're gonna be
in big trouble. I mean it.
Eugene root, open this door
or I'm calling your father.
Please don't do that,
Mrs. loach.
Tracy? Tracy?
Eugene,
you leave my daughter alone.
Eugene, you answer me right now!
You monster!
You get your hands off
my daughter, Eugene!
I'm calling
your father right now!
Eugene! Eugene!
Eugene, where are you?
I need you.
Please, come now.
Lock the door.
He cheated on me.
I'm gonna kill myself.
I'm sorry, Tracy, but I'm not
gonna help you with this.
Dying is not the answer.
Living is.
Ew.
No!
It really looks
a lot worse than it is.
Hello? Tracy?
Eugene, where are you?
Lock the door.
It's my dad's, and it's loaded.
Dying is not the answer.
Living is.
Please don't die. God.
You and me?
Ew.
Ew.
Ew.
All units down in block 3767211.
Don't move.
I just think New Orleans
is a dumb idea.
Got a better one?
No, Nola's great.
Ladies flash their boobs at
practically nothing up there.
If you like that sort of thing.
I don't.
Are we gonna have
to listen to this one song
over and over the whole drive?
I'm just trying
to figure it out.
Tammy said "a walk to the peak"
was god's favorite.
It is kinda catchy.
Yeah, like cats screwing
at the airport
under an icecream truck.
I thought you hated New Orleans.
I like the city fine.
It's the swamps I don't like.
Why's that?
It's a family thing.
You want me to drive?
My car? No.
Why? You're driving
like a little boy.
No, I'm not. You're goin' 50.
That's the legal speed limit,
Jesse.
I just think New Orleans
is a dumb plan.
So I heard. All's we know is that
god has a crappy taste in music.
I like jazz. I like tacos.
Doesn't mean I go to Mexico.
You have gone to Mexico.
I didn't go to Mexico
for the tacos, Jesse.
I went to kill a guy.
That's my point.
Do you know what, though?
I could really go for
a Mexican taco right now.
But you don't have to go
to Mexico for one, Cassidy.
Lots of places have
Mexican tacos.
Just like there's lots
of jazz in Mexico.
Mexijazz. Exactly.
I think we probably
should go to Mexico.
Because maybe god
likes mexijazz?
Well, maybe.
Well, I got a good feeling
about New Orleans.
You have any idea
how many jazz clubs
there are in New Orleans, Jesse?
187. I looked it up.
So where do we start, padre?
How 'bout right here?
'Scuse me.
Hey.
I'm lookin' for god.
All three of you?
Yeah.
Cover me.
These folks are looking for god.
All three of them?
Yeah.
Follow me.
These folks are looking for god.
All three of us.
So, $1,800 to watch.
$4,000 if you want to play.
And doggie style is $12,000.
Wow.
That's different.
What'll be?
Right.
What the hell are you doing?
Payin' the man.
We don't want this.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
We're looking for god.
God, god. The god.
Not this.
Get out of here, preacher man.
You had your chance.
Let's go. Y'all, too.
Get out of here, ya freaks.
You don't know
what you're missing out on.
That suit was so formfitting.
Be bloody hard to get out off,
I'd imagine?
Unless he never takes it off.
She might very well enjoy
grooming him, you know?
You think they're a couple.
How do they make the,
Well, I think that's what
the bloody treats are for,
if you know what I mean.
I don't feel so good.
Well, neither do I.
Stomach's still doing
bloody flips after seeing that.
Not that. Ii gotta go lie down.
We're only just getting started.
Yeah, and I don't feel good.
Give me a sec.
What's going on, tulip?
I told you
a bunch of times, okay?
I got a stomachache.
It's like piercing, sharp,
grabby kinda of feeling.
Sharp, grabby kind of feeling?
Is that all you got to say?
Yeah.
All right.
Feel better. Don't be mad at me.
Why would I be mad at you?
I don't know. No reason.
Maybe about
the not getting married.
Marriage is stupid,
like we said.
I know.
God's missing, tulip.
I gotta find him.
Hey.
Till the end
of the world, right?
Right.
Well, looks like it's just
me and you, cass.
Where she goin'? I dunno.
Motel. Let's try that one.
No, no, no. I'm sorry, padre.
I'm gonna have to go with her.
What?
Well, she can't check
into a motel.
We're staying with denis. Who?
The guy who we're staying with,
denis,
if he finds out
we're staying at a motel,
he'll never forgive me,
all right?
I'll text you the address.
You're gonna love 'im.
Lookin' for god. What's that?
Lookin' for god!
Yo, order a drink
or take a hike, buddy.
Ratwater, neat.
Hey, you know that joke
about the preacher
who walks into a bar?
That's him.
Preacher lookin' for god.
That's a joke.
Aah!
You seem anxious.
I ain't anxious.
All right. Well, nervous then.
But it's okay. It makes sense.
I'm nervous and I'm not the one
who just killed a man
with a pager wand.
Where are you talking
about that?
I told you not to talk about that.
I know.
I just have a couple of questions.
No.
All right. Well, one question
then. Like, who the...
No question. None, got it.
Sh...
so, we're on the run.
Statement, not a question.
What?
Tulip?
Tulip O'Hare, I thought that was
your cute little backside.
Hi, Mrs. barbaret.
Where've you been, honey?
You know, just... Out of town.
Well, you stop all
your running around
and come over for some
'a my doberge.
I'll make the lemon
like you like.
Thank you, Mrs. barbaret.
That sounds real good.
You've been a stranger too long.
She seems really nice.
Shit. Maybe not.
How do you know this guy again?
Who? Denis? We go way back.
He's hysterical.
Denis! My god, man.
You look great!
Come here. It's good to see you.
Tulip, denis. Denis, tulip.
C'est pas denis. C'est denee.
Un-
Do you speak French? No.
Yeah, neither of us
got any of that, denis.
But we would like to sleep
in your house
for a very long time.
All right, come on quick.
Are you sure
he's okay with this?
He left the door open,
didn't he?
I know where you can find god,
preacher.
Mandog in the basement.
Hey. No, I saw that already.
It's not what I'm looking for.
Don't talk to her.
Eddie, you're so embarrassing.
Hey.
I just wanted to say thank you
for lettin' us stay.
I got you these.
I remember you liked the ones
with the peanuts, so, yeah.
Listen, no need to go
to any trouble.
We're gettin' ourselves settled
in back there all right, so...
And I got another friend
coming over, too.
He's a preacher.
Preacher. Man of god, denis.
We're on a really big mission.
It's big. It's important stuff.
Really, it is.
"Three stooges."
It's a classic, isn't it?
In any language that's good.
All right.
I'll leave you to it.
All right.
So, towels are in the closet.
Bathroom down the hall.
I just spoke to denis.
He's thrilled we're here, you know?
I can't be here, Cassidy.
You're afraid of someone.
Statement. It's not a question.
Why did it have to be
New Orleans?
I knew someone
would see me here.
Mrs. barbaret is probably
telling Viktor right now.
Viktor? Who's Viktor?
Doesn't matter.
What matter is I screwed him,
and now I'm here
in his backyard.
Stupid New Orleans.
All right. We... we could always
just leave.
You know, I'm a big proponent of
running away from your problems.
Yeah? Well, Jesse's not.
As long as he thinks god's here,
he's not going anywhere.
I'm sure he might if he knew
about your troubles.
If he knew about my troubles,
he'd make it a whole lot worse.
Believe me.
Why would he do that?
He's your exfiancé,
and he loves you.
I can't tell him.
Well, then, let me help you out.
You can't help me, Cassidy.
Really? You serious?
Helped you move the body
of your murder victim, didn't I?
And I've helped you lie to my
best mate more than once now.
I know, but... I helped you set
up these free digs as well.
I think I can be pretty damn
helpful, actually.
I'm not saying you're not
no, you're treating me
like an idiot Irish sidekick,
and I think you need to tell me
what the hell
is going on here, love.
'Scuse me. Lookin' for god.
What the hell
are you talking about?
You seen god?
Get lost, weirdo.
You seen god?
Is this a joke?
Hey, I'm looking for god.
In a bar? Good one, preacher.
I'll have whatever he's smoking.
- You seen god?
- You lookin' for Santa claus
and the easter bunny, too?
You tell me where god is.
You're the preacher man.
'Scuse me. Lookin' for god.
You seen god? Lookin' for god.
Bar's closed, buddy. Time to go.
You seen god?
In New Orleans?
Never mind.
Hey.
You might want to talk
to the singer at le chamonix.
Thank you.
Make it a double tonight, Stan.
Put that on my tab.
I'm Lewis.
Lara. Thanks for the drink.
Thank you, honey.
I don't make a habit of talking
to ladies in bars.
I got to tell you,
you're about the hottest thing
I've seen since fire.
Well, thank you, Lewis.
So you like America?
Who doesn't?
Which part about it
do you love most?
The freedom, of course.
I love that part, too.
Well, sounds like you and me
have a lot in common.
How about you let me
take you to dinner?
Or we could just...
Cut the bullshit and go back
to my dressing room.
Two Americanloving patriots,
just free to do
whatever we want.
Yes, ma'am.
You just have to answer me
one question first.
I'm not married.
That's not my question, Lewis.
What's the capital of Florida?
Um, I think it's, um,
Tallahassee?
So close.
Sorry, Lewis.
I believe Tallahassee
is the capital of Florida.
Well, he wasn't sure.
Lemme guess... you're a man
who knows his capitals.
Nope.
Never really been interested
in geography.
That's right.
Preachers aren't allowed to be
interested in geography.
That's catholics.
I can be interested
in whatever I want.
So what are you interested in?
God.
I didn't have you pegged
as a cliché.
Bartender at sugar foot said you
might know where he is.
Which bartender's that?
Tall black guy.
Said I should talk to you.
Clean yourself up.
Meet me outside.
Freak!
How dare you!
Help! No! Help!
Stop.
Aah!
Aah!
You all right?
Who are you?
Jesse custer.
I'm not with them.
Come with me.
Did she go down okay?
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
Where are you gonna go?
Someplace I can keep
Gracie safe.
One sec.
Yeah.
- Hey, sweetie.
- How you doing?
Mama's home
shh. Go back to sleep.
Those men back there...
How'd you get them to stop?
I told 'em to.
You told them to?
It's the collar.
Gives me aan authority.
Who are they? What do they want?
They are a supersecret
cryptoreligious fascist organization
with designs
on total world domination.
Yeah, that's the same look I had
when I heard it.
Who told you that?
Some guy who used to
come into the club,
drink, hit on me, whatever.
No, he said they were after him.
Why? What they want from him?
He comes in one night,
tells me... God's missing
and that these people
in white suits are after him,
warning him to be quiet.
Who is this guy?
Where can I find him?
He's dead.
Body washed up in the swamps.
Until tonight, I tried to tell
myself it was a coincidence,
but...
I mean, they find dead guys in
the swamps all the time, right?
I just... Couldn't shake
the feeling
I was being followed
by men in white.
Well, they must have known
you talked to him.
I thought I was losing my mind.
Hey.
If you hadn't come along, I...
Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay.
It's just lucky I was there.
Real lucky.
Seriously,
how'd you get them to stop?
Like I said, I told them to.
No, these aren't the kind
of people who stop
because someone tells them to.
How did you make them stop,
preacher?
I have a power.
I can make people do
anything I say.
So, hold on.
You... you can just say
something and they do it?
Show me.
I don't think
that would be a good idea.
Like, for example...
say I wanted to kiss you.
Could you make me stop?
Even if I really...
Really wanted to?
Stop.
Hey, sweet baby.
Mama'll be right back. Shh.
I'm going to the airport.
You sure this is all right?
We'll be okay with my sister.
Strange, I never thought much
about god before all this.
Not many people have.
Why would he leave heaven?
What's he thinking?
I don't know.
Well, I hope you find him.
I will.
You know, preacher,
I believe you just might.
Got you that time.
Bye.
You take care.
Hey.
Hey.
Whatcha doing?
Workin'. Still looking?
Yeah, I'm still looking.
Seems like we might not be
the only ones
to know god's missing.
Some kind of coverup.
Some sort of group.
I'm just trying
to figure out why.
Well, that's cool.
What's up?
Well, we're at this guy
denis' place.
Cassidy keeps talking about
how great he is,
but I think he pretty much hates
Cassidy's guts, so...
But he got cereal and poptarts.
Is that why you called me?
I'm just filling you in.
Come on, tulip.
What's going on?
Did you call me
just to breathe down the phone?
No, I just wanted to say...
stuff. Well, you
ain't saying any stuff.
Well, you ain't saying
any stuff, neither.
I gotta go.
Fine.
Go find your god then, preacher.
Tulip.
Tulip. Where you going?
Just to get smokes.
Would you want some company?
I'll be okay.
Hello?!
Hello?
Who's there?
Heavy set, boys.
One more. Come on. One more.
What you want to hear then?
It's a tough choice, brother.
"A walk to the peak"?
Yeah.
Deep cut, daddyo.
One, two. Aone, two...
Will someone please get me
a damn dog next time?
Was the intel right?
Whatever custer's got,
it's for real.
So, what do you
want to do about it?
Kick him up to Samson unit.
You sure?
Do it.
Track's 18 karat, brother.
Been listening to it a lot,
trying to understand
what it's about.
Can't you feel it?
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, now you're diggin' it,
daddyo.
It's the end of the world.
Hey. Got change for $100?
All I got's a five.
Fine.
Everyone out! Now!
Viktor, we got her.