Preacher (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Holes - full transcript
Jesse investigates a fresh clue about God. Tulip makes friends with a new neighbor.
What the fuck?
Get out of the way.
Can't believe it's you.
I'd rather eat
a skunk's balls.
I'll save it for later.
Thank you.
That was nice of you.
No, it wasn't.
No.
- Take him to the hold!
- No, no, no, no! Please, please.
I was being selfish.
Okay, look,
I didn't want to trip on it.
Please! I wasn't being nice!
Please!
Anything... Anything but the hold!
I don't want
to go to the hold, okay?
You're welcome.
What are we supposed to eat now?
That bitch!
I'm telling you, this isn't right.
We should do something.
What do we do?
Quiet!
Shut up and let me think!
I said "shut up"!
Hold him down.
Let's show him how much
that fire can really burn.
Next time I tell you
to shut up, shut up!
Hope nobody has to shit.
*PREACHER*
Season 02 Episode 08
Title: "Holes"
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
You're a chubby little
bugger, aren't you?
♪ Way down in Tipperary
where cow plop is thick ♪
♪ Where women are young and
the lads all come quick ♪
♪ There lived pretty
Charlotte, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of the dear Erin,
the Scarlet-Haired Whore ♪
♪ It's Scarlet the
harlot, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of dear Erin,
the Scarlet-Haired Whore ♪
Oh.
Don't you worry, a mhac.
I'm gonna be the best da
you ever seen.
Can I get you anything?
Puis-je vous offrir quelque chose?
No. I won't do it.
Still with the nightmares, then?
Fridge is busted.
Y'know, me brother used
to get night terrors.
Me ma'd fix 'im something
called a "Celtic Sandman."
Dram of whiskey, dram of honey,
just a pellet or two of rat poison.
Couple of swigs of that,
you'll sleep so hard
you won't even dream.
Hey, you wanna go out?
Out where?
I don't know.
Out, y'know?
Have fun, get in trouble,
maybe go back to that
Hurt Locker place.
I should stay here with Denis.
What about Jesse?
Nah. He's, uh...
got his God thing goin' on.
Needs his rest.
It's already 2:30
in the morning.
I think you do, too, luv,
huh?
Yeah. No.
Bad idea. You're right.
Mnh-mnh.
- I'm going to bed.
- Alright.
- 'Night, Cass.
- 'Night, luv.
Mords moi...
Mords moi...
Mords moi.
Mords moi.
Mords moi.
Mords moi.
Mords moi!
- Mords moi.
- What is it?
- Mords moi!
- What's the matter?
- Mords moi! Mordsmoi!
- Alright, alright, alright.
Calm down, calm down, calm down.
Calm down.
Bite me. Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me. Bite me.
Hey...
I'm so glad I got the landlord
to let us use the back staircase.
Super handy.
Two sugars. Like ya like.
So, this is worth all the risk huh?
"The best way to know your target
is through 'concealed intimacy."
It's in the handbook.
So, uh, when's the
big boss man get here?
Boss man?
Yeah. Herr Starr.
He's on his way.
What is that?
Boo Berry.
Want some?
Those are why
you look like that.
How's it going?
Bit of a rough night.
Doctor said it's no use
in hospital.
Just give him a sedative
and told me just be
here for him, you know?
Anything I can do?
Nah, we're good.
Uh... you headed out?
I thought I'd go to
Circuit Works.
Right.
Okay. Fun.
Takin' the God audition.
It's your idea, right?
See if they can enhance the
video, blow up the image?
Oh, yeah. Right. Right.
Look for serial numbers
on the barrel of the gun?
See if they can trace the...
Back to the owner. Yeah.
Like they do on the shows.
Makes sense.
It's my only lead.
It's all I got.
Well, it's a good idea.
I'm glad I thought of it.
Tell me how you get on, alright?
Alright.
Padre? Um...
You know
when you were asking
if there was anything
you could do to help?
With Denis?
You want me
to pray for him?
No, Christ, no.
Well,
sure, if it'd help like,
but that's not
what I was thinkin'.
What?
Look, I don't know if it's
possible or even doable
or how your power works there
in terms of
guidelines and parameters...
What the bloody rules
are, per se, but...
Padre, he's dying, alright?
- Maybe you could just...
- Jesus, Cass.
I mean...
I'm not sure
Genesis could help, but...
even if it could...
I just...
I-I don't think that's
what it's for.
Right. Of course.
Prob-Probably not.
- You understand?
- Yeah.
Alright.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Where were you?
Hurt Locker.
What is it with you and
that place?
I don't get it.
Obviously.
You okay?
Yeah.
Alright. Good.
Goin' to Circuit Works.
Why?
Show them the God audition,
see if they can blow
up an image of the gun.
Y'know, trace the shooter.
Huh.
It was Cassidy's idea.
Can I come?
Sure.
Your attention, please.
Don't forget our anniversary
sale, coming up this weekend
from 6:00 to 9:00 a.m. Saturday.
- Next.
- Come on down.
So. I have this video that's unclear,
and I heard, from a friend, that
you could improve the picture.
Like they do on the shows.
The shows?
Yeah, y'know, like, the cop shows.
When they blow up an image
to see a license plate
or blurry sign, serial
numbers on a gun...
And, uh, what are you looking for?
Serial numbers on a gun.
We'll take a look. Give us a minute.
You should know...
there are things on here
that, out of context,
might seem confusing.
This is New Orleans.
We've seen it all before.
And worse.
I just want to know if you
can see the serial numbers.
Right.
Give us a minute.
Appliances and Electronics, pick up 241.
It's got an auto-defrost,
ice-maker right here.
Each one of these shelves
can hold a gallon of liquid.
Can I get it today?
What are you doing?
Oh, we needed a fridge.
I can set an order in 20 minutes.
- Great.
- Great.
Let's go.
I'm still waiting on the Dork Dudes.
- The what?
- The serial numbers?
The reason we came here.
Remember?
Oh, right. Yeah.
You need me for that?
This is how good behavior
will be dealt with.
In other news, my team
and I have discovered
the source of our
technical difficulties,
so we should have you back
in your individual Hell cells
in short order.
Yes. I'm excited too.
Your cells, for those
of you that don't know,
are powered by a central generator.
From this generator, each block
draws its allowance of power...
An allowance... a very specific
allowance based on personnel.
Based on you.
But problems can occur...
Problems like the ones
we've been experiencing...
When there are more yous
than there should be.
When one of the yous
isn't supposed to be here.
My question is: who?
Don't be afraid.
The sooner I know, the sooner
I can get you out of here.
Who is it then?
Who doesn't belong in Hell?
Going once...
Going twice...
- Uh, I-It's me.
- It's me.
- It's me.
- No, I raised my hand fist.
- No, over here.
- It's me.
- It's me!
- I don't belong here.
Put your hands down.
Alright, we'll do it that way.
Don't worry,
whoever you are, we'll find you.
It's me. I know it is.
Single mother. Three kids.
I-I gave them everything.
Cooking, cleaning...
And they weren't easy those kids.
I-I was at the end of my rope.
And then you set them on fire.
Because it was never enough!
Okay, well, I'm the one
who doesn't belong here
'cause I didn't kill anybody.
You raped four women.
It was "date rape."
There's a difference.
No means no.
Well, they said "yes"
to the date, didn't they?
Ask my Dad's lawyer.
That's implied consent.
I think I should go.
The things I did, I did
them for public good.
It's you, isn't it?
You don't belong.
Is that so?
And what did you do?
You know my crimes,
Eugene.
Why don't you tell me
about yours,
from one evil person to another?
You, uh...
defiled her?
Maimed her?
Murdered?
You don't belong here,
my friend.
Don't be fooled.
Mannering's not letting anybody
get out.
When I first came here,
they had high hopes for me.
They made me a custodian.
I had free run of the place.
I saw things.
I learned how they think.
Someone gets out of
Hell to tell the tale?
Never.
Listen to me, Eugene.
Hell is more than Zagnuts
and flat basketballs.
There are other places
they can put you.
That was nice of you, Eugene.
Alright.
Oh, it's alright.
It's alright.
It's alright.
Oh, it's alright.
Get it all there.
Good boy.
That's it. That's it.
Alright. Alright, lie down.
Lie back.
Come on, now. Lie back.
Rest. That's it.
It's alright.
Nice fridge.
Hey, Tule.
Can I ask you a question?
Yep.
D'ya ever think...
y'know, maybe...
Maybe you'd want to be me?
- Nope.
- Not me, exactly.
Christ,
I barely want that.
I mean, the other part,
you know, like, what I am.
What, the... the vampire part?
The not dying part. If you could
have that, would you want it?
Um...
Live forever, huh?
I guess it'd be cool.
You don't have to worry, 'cause
nothin' hurts you, you know?
There's nothin' to be afraid of.
Yeah, well, things still hurt.
You know what I mean.
You got all your fingers
chopped off.
A coupla these bad boys
later, and they're back.
Yeah, well, alright.
Yeah, that's a point,
to be sure.
That's a bonus, alright?
But there's trade-offs, like...
I used to love the beach.
When I was a boy, me Ma
used to take us to the beach
in the summer.
Me and me brother. Every Sunday.
Every other stupid git be
down on his knees in church.
We'd have the whole run
of the place.
I loved it.
Christ, I can't remember the
last time I was on a beach.
Yup.
Me neither.
I hate the beach.
And there's the boredom.
You've heard every joke...
Drugs barely work.
And then everyone you
ever cared or loved just...
Just dies.
Except you.
Yep. That sucks.
Yeah.
From the ocean floor below
to the mountain peaks above.
From the food you eat
to the mess you make.
We're behind it.
Making a today great for you
and a tomorrow great for us.
Custer Jesse. The Dork
The Dork Docs will see you now.
- Dude...
- You did it.
It worked?
Enjoy the brilliance.
So we punch in nice and
tight right there, and...
Oh, now what do we see
there on the gun barrel?
I don't see anything.
No. You don't.
I don't see anything.
No serial numbers.
That's right.
They've been scrubbed off.
There's nothin' on this
tape that can identify
who's holding that gun.
But I want to know
who's holding that gun.
Don't we know who's holding that gun?
- You.
- It's not me.
Why would I bring it
in here if it was me?
To cover your ass.
I thought you were worried about someone
tracing this back to you.
But no he was hoping that
we'd find the serial numbers.
Yes, like I said before.
I need to know who's behind this.
Yeah.
That's tough.
There has to be some other way.
There has to be.
Alright. Start it from the beginning.
Stop. There. What is that?
Okay, that's a slate.
When you're making a movie, you...
In the reflection.
Behind the camera.
That's a face.
Or a coffee pot.
I don't know.
I think he might be right.
The resolution's
completely deteriorated.
Maybe if we did a-a pixel recalibration.
Oh, yeah.
Can you do it?
Give us a minute.
An Extrapolator.
I told you we could make things worse.
Don't!
Aah!
You have to.
You're the only one I can
count on to do what I say.
Look, Tracy, it's like
what Mary Poppins says
in "The Sound of Music",
"When God closes a door,
he always opens up a window."
You're right.
I used to love Mary Poppins.
Thanks, Eugene.
What the heck?
I...
I'm... I'm sorry.
I just thought that...
You like me?
I...
Yeah.
Wait...
You're not mad?
Yes, I'm mad... mad that
you didn't say anything.
What?
I like you too!
I feel like singing.
Me too.
♪ Closing time ♪
♪ One last call for alcohol ♪
♪ So finish your whiskey or beer ♪
♪ Closing time ♪
♪ You don't have to go home
but you can't, stay, here ♪
♪ I know who I wanna take me home ♪
♪ I know who I wanna take me home ♪
♪ I know who I wanna take me home ♪
♪ Take me ho-o-ome ♪
Why are you crying now?
I'm just...
happy.
Oh.
Is s... Is someone in there?
I wish you'd told me how
you felt sooner, Eugene.
I kind of already promised
myself to someone else.
What?
Who?
God.
Eugene!
I didn't know you were here!
Preacher.
How you doing?
Tracy tells me you got
a big chemistry test
coming up this week.
You gonna be ready?
I... Yeah, I-I think so.
Good.
That goes for you too, Tracy.
The more effort you guys put in now,
the more options you're
gonna have later on in life.
I do most of my homework
on the bus
on the way home from school.
Of course you do.
Tracy...
Preacher's not God.
He is to me.
No.
No.
No, guys!
Cut it out!
Guys!
Cut it out!
No!
No! I said stop!
Stop!!!
Eugene?!
I called your father!
He's gonna be very upset with you!
Finish the job.
Eugene!
Go on, Eugene. Finish the job.
Uh-huh.
That's right.
Oh, yeah. Oh. Oh, that's right.
Come on.
I told you I was gonna
come for you, Eugene.
And I'm comin'...
right... now!
Alright.
Alright. Here we go.
Bit of ginger ale.
Oh, dear God.
Poor fella. Come here.
Alright.
Oh.
You're alright.
Come on.
Let's get that out the way.
Come on there.
Hard to recuperate
when you're inhaling
the smell of your own sick.
My God.
Alright.
Let me get that for you.
Papa?
Papa, please.
Are you okay?
You had to see for yourself.
You had to see.
Once they find out
you are the mistake,
that is where they will put you.
And not just for an
hour or two, but forever.
I know. It's not fair.
You have to trust me, Eugene.
I want to help you.
To escape, of course.
Who... Who is it?
Um, your neighbor.
Who's out there with you?
Nobody. It's just me.
What do you want?
Um, I'm just going
'round all the apartments
and fixing up the holes.
If you want.
I-I thought you were my ex.
Come... Come on in.
God...
I don't know why I'm praying
when I know you're not there,
but...
if this is your plan for me,
and you can hear me,
I'm asking for your help.
I gave up a piece of
my soul to find you.
Don't let it be for nothin'.
Please.
Custer Jesse. Please
come to the Dork Docs.
Any luck?
Sorry, man. We've got nothin'.
What?
We enlarged the image,
ran it through this pixel manipulator,
but...
He's right. It was a coffee pot.
I guess maybe they had
coffee before they killed him.
Or after they killed him.
- Right.
- Yeah.
Nothin'.
All this...
for nothin'.
Is there anything else
we can help you with, sir?
Yeah, I'm looking for God!
You seen Him?!
You got Him back there?!
I'm sorry.
Oh. Hey. Your DVD.
Like you said,
there's nothing on it.
I was gonna do that sooner
or later but... thank you.
Yeah, I heard the
shooting was pretty bad.
Yeah.
It was.
Is that why you got a gun?
Oh.
No, that's, um...
for my ex.
Rodney can be, uh...
unpredictable.
Where's all your furniture?
Um, I just got here, so...
I had to leave kind of quick.
So, for now, it's just
table, chairs, and an air mattress.
And a TV.
Oh, right. Creature comforts.
Yeah.
Boo Berry.
Oh, yeah.
My favorite.
Me too.
Count Chocula can suck it.
I'm Tulip.
I'm... Jennie.
Yeah, so, you can let
it set an hour, maybe.
Then you can sand, paint,
whatever.
Oh. Thanks again.
Mm.
You ever put on a bullet proof
vest and get shot in the chest?
I... can't say that I have.
Hmm.
But it sounds fun.
It is.
We should go sometime.
I-I-I'd like that.
What?
Hey, it's Pronsias.
What do you want?
Money?
Ah, it's good to hear
your voice, Seamus.
I've no patience for your
dancing about. How much this time?
I'm not looking for your handouts.
Oh, no? Then what?
I have a son.
And I imagine you have
dozens, but congratulations.
No, it's not like that.
Look, Denis is not new, alright?
He's old.
And he's sick.
How well do you know him?
I just told you he's me son, didn't I?
You know what I'm
askin'. What's he like?
What's his
prevailing temperament?
How well do you know him,
Pronsias?
I know that he's dyin',
Seamus, alright?
I know that much.
Don't do it.
Let him die.
♪ Way down in Tipperary
where cow plop is thick ♪
♪ Where women are young and
the lads all come quick ♪
♪ There lived pretty
Charlotte, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of Dear Erin,
the Scarlet Haired whore ♪
♪ It's Scarlet the
harlot, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of Dear Erin ♪
♪ The Scarlet Haired whore ♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Get out of the way.
Can't believe it's you.
I'd rather eat
a skunk's balls.
I'll save it for later.
Thank you.
That was nice of you.
No, it wasn't.
No.
- Take him to the hold!
- No, no, no, no! Please, please.
I was being selfish.
Okay, look,
I didn't want to trip on it.
Please! I wasn't being nice!
Please!
Anything... Anything but the hold!
I don't want
to go to the hold, okay?
You're welcome.
What are we supposed to eat now?
That bitch!
I'm telling you, this isn't right.
We should do something.
What do we do?
Quiet!
Shut up and let me think!
I said "shut up"!
Hold him down.
Let's show him how much
that fire can really burn.
Next time I tell you
to shut up, shut up!
Hope nobody has to shit.
*PREACHER*
Season 02 Episode 08
Title: "Holes"
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
You're a chubby little
bugger, aren't you?
♪ Way down in Tipperary
where cow plop is thick ♪
♪ Where women are young and
the lads all come quick ♪
♪ There lived pretty
Charlotte, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of the dear Erin,
the Scarlet-Haired Whore ♪
♪ It's Scarlet the
harlot, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of dear Erin,
the Scarlet-Haired Whore ♪
Oh.
Don't you worry, a mhac.
I'm gonna be the best da
you ever seen.
Can I get you anything?
Puis-je vous offrir quelque chose?
No. I won't do it.
Still with the nightmares, then?
Fridge is busted.
Y'know, me brother used
to get night terrors.
Me ma'd fix 'im something
called a "Celtic Sandman."
Dram of whiskey, dram of honey,
just a pellet or two of rat poison.
Couple of swigs of that,
you'll sleep so hard
you won't even dream.
Hey, you wanna go out?
Out where?
I don't know.
Out, y'know?
Have fun, get in trouble,
maybe go back to that
Hurt Locker place.
I should stay here with Denis.
What about Jesse?
Nah. He's, uh...
got his God thing goin' on.
Needs his rest.
It's already 2:30
in the morning.
I think you do, too, luv,
huh?
Yeah. No.
Bad idea. You're right.
Mnh-mnh.
- I'm going to bed.
- Alright.
- 'Night, Cass.
- 'Night, luv.
Mords moi...
Mords moi...
Mords moi.
Mords moi.
Mords moi.
Mords moi.
Mords moi!
- Mords moi.
- What is it?
- Mords moi!
- What's the matter?
- Mords moi! Mordsmoi!
- Alright, alright, alright.
Calm down, calm down, calm down.
Calm down.
Bite me. Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me. Bite me.
Hey...
I'm so glad I got the landlord
to let us use the back staircase.
Super handy.
Two sugars. Like ya like.
So, this is worth all the risk huh?
"The best way to know your target
is through 'concealed intimacy."
It's in the handbook.
So, uh, when's the
big boss man get here?
Boss man?
Yeah. Herr Starr.
He's on his way.
What is that?
Boo Berry.
Want some?
Those are why
you look like that.
How's it going?
Bit of a rough night.
Doctor said it's no use
in hospital.
Just give him a sedative
and told me just be
here for him, you know?
Anything I can do?
Nah, we're good.
Uh... you headed out?
I thought I'd go to
Circuit Works.
Right.
Okay. Fun.
Takin' the God audition.
It's your idea, right?
See if they can enhance the
video, blow up the image?
Oh, yeah. Right. Right.
Look for serial numbers
on the barrel of the gun?
See if they can trace the...
Back to the owner. Yeah.
Like they do on the shows.
Makes sense.
It's my only lead.
It's all I got.
Well, it's a good idea.
I'm glad I thought of it.
Tell me how you get on, alright?
Alright.
Padre? Um...
You know
when you were asking
if there was anything
you could do to help?
With Denis?
You want me
to pray for him?
No, Christ, no.
Well,
sure, if it'd help like,
but that's not
what I was thinkin'.
What?
Look, I don't know if it's
possible or even doable
or how your power works there
in terms of
guidelines and parameters...
What the bloody rules
are, per se, but...
Padre, he's dying, alright?
- Maybe you could just...
- Jesus, Cass.
I mean...
I'm not sure
Genesis could help, but...
even if it could...
I just...
I-I don't think that's
what it's for.
Right. Of course.
Prob-Probably not.
- You understand?
- Yeah.
Alright.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Where were you?
Hurt Locker.
What is it with you and
that place?
I don't get it.
Obviously.
You okay?
Yeah.
Alright. Good.
Goin' to Circuit Works.
Why?
Show them the God audition,
see if they can blow
up an image of the gun.
Y'know, trace the shooter.
Huh.
It was Cassidy's idea.
Can I come?
Sure.
Your attention, please.
Don't forget our anniversary
sale, coming up this weekend
from 6:00 to 9:00 a.m. Saturday.
- Next.
- Come on down.
So. I have this video that's unclear,
and I heard, from a friend, that
you could improve the picture.
Like they do on the shows.
The shows?
Yeah, y'know, like, the cop shows.
When they blow up an image
to see a license plate
or blurry sign, serial
numbers on a gun...
And, uh, what are you looking for?
Serial numbers on a gun.
We'll take a look. Give us a minute.
You should know...
there are things on here
that, out of context,
might seem confusing.
This is New Orleans.
We've seen it all before.
And worse.
I just want to know if you
can see the serial numbers.
Right.
Give us a minute.
Appliances and Electronics, pick up 241.
It's got an auto-defrost,
ice-maker right here.
Each one of these shelves
can hold a gallon of liquid.
Can I get it today?
What are you doing?
Oh, we needed a fridge.
I can set an order in 20 minutes.
- Great.
- Great.
Let's go.
I'm still waiting on the Dork Dudes.
- The what?
- The serial numbers?
The reason we came here.
Remember?
Oh, right. Yeah.
You need me for that?
This is how good behavior
will be dealt with.
In other news, my team
and I have discovered
the source of our
technical difficulties,
so we should have you back
in your individual Hell cells
in short order.
Yes. I'm excited too.
Your cells, for those
of you that don't know,
are powered by a central generator.
From this generator, each block
draws its allowance of power...
An allowance... a very specific
allowance based on personnel.
Based on you.
But problems can occur...
Problems like the ones
we've been experiencing...
When there are more yous
than there should be.
When one of the yous
isn't supposed to be here.
My question is: who?
Don't be afraid.
The sooner I know, the sooner
I can get you out of here.
Who is it then?
Who doesn't belong in Hell?
Going once...
Going twice...
- Uh, I-It's me.
- It's me.
- It's me.
- No, I raised my hand fist.
- No, over here.
- It's me.
- It's me!
- I don't belong here.
Put your hands down.
Alright, we'll do it that way.
Don't worry,
whoever you are, we'll find you.
It's me. I know it is.
Single mother. Three kids.
I-I gave them everything.
Cooking, cleaning...
And they weren't easy those kids.
I-I was at the end of my rope.
And then you set them on fire.
Because it was never enough!
Okay, well, I'm the one
who doesn't belong here
'cause I didn't kill anybody.
You raped four women.
It was "date rape."
There's a difference.
No means no.
Well, they said "yes"
to the date, didn't they?
Ask my Dad's lawyer.
That's implied consent.
I think I should go.
The things I did, I did
them for public good.
It's you, isn't it?
You don't belong.
Is that so?
And what did you do?
You know my crimes,
Eugene.
Why don't you tell me
about yours,
from one evil person to another?
You, uh...
defiled her?
Maimed her?
Murdered?
You don't belong here,
my friend.
Don't be fooled.
Mannering's not letting anybody
get out.
When I first came here,
they had high hopes for me.
They made me a custodian.
I had free run of the place.
I saw things.
I learned how they think.
Someone gets out of
Hell to tell the tale?
Never.
Listen to me, Eugene.
Hell is more than Zagnuts
and flat basketballs.
There are other places
they can put you.
That was nice of you, Eugene.
Alright.
Oh, it's alright.
It's alright.
It's alright.
Oh, it's alright.
Get it all there.
Good boy.
That's it. That's it.
Alright. Alright, lie down.
Lie back.
Come on, now. Lie back.
Rest. That's it.
It's alright.
Nice fridge.
Hey, Tule.
Can I ask you a question?
Yep.
D'ya ever think...
y'know, maybe...
Maybe you'd want to be me?
- Nope.
- Not me, exactly.
Christ,
I barely want that.
I mean, the other part,
you know, like, what I am.
What, the... the vampire part?
The not dying part. If you could
have that, would you want it?
Um...
Live forever, huh?
I guess it'd be cool.
You don't have to worry, 'cause
nothin' hurts you, you know?
There's nothin' to be afraid of.
Yeah, well, things still hurt.
You know what I mean.
You got all your fingers
chopped off.
A coupla these bad boys
later, and they're back.
Yeah, well, alright.
Yeah, that's a point,
to be sure.
That's a bonus, alright?
But there's trade-offs, like...
I used to love the beach.
When I was a boy, me Ma
used to take us to the beach
in the summer.
Me and me brother. Every Sunday.
Every other stupid git be
down on his knees in church.
We'd have the whole run
of the place.
I loved it.
Christ, I can't remember the
last time I was on a beach.
Yup.
Me neither.
I hate the beach.
And there's the boredom.
You've heard every joke...
Drugs barely work.
And then everyone you
ever cared or loved just...
Just dies.
Except you.
Yep. That sucks.
Yeah.
From the ocean floor below
to the mountain peaks above.
From the food you eat
to the mess you make.
We're behind it.
Making a today great for you
and a tomorrow great for us.
Custer Jesse. The Dork
The Dork Docs will see you now.
- Dude...
- You did it.
It worked?
Enjoy the brilliance.
So we punch in nice and
tight right there, and...
Oh, now what do we see
there on the gun barrel?
I don't see anything.
No. You don't.
I don't see anything.
No serial numbers.
That's right.
They've been scrubbed off.
There's nothin' on this
tape that can identify
who's holding that gun.
But I want to know
who's holding that gun.
Don't we know who's holding that gun?
- You.
- It's not me.
Why would I bring it
in here if it was me?
To cover your ass.
I thought you were worried about someone
tracing this back to you.
But no he was hoping that
we'd find the serial numbers.
Yes, like I said before.
I need to know who's behind this.
Yeah.
That's tough.
There has to be some other way.
There has to be.
Alright. Start it from the beginning.
Stop. There. What is that?
Okay, that's a slate.
When you're making a movie, you...
In the reflection.
Behind the camera.
That's a face.
Or a coffee pot.
I don't know.
I think he might be right.
The resolution's
completely deteriorated.
Maybe if we did a-a pixel recalibration.
Oh, yeah.
Can you do it?
Give us a minute.
An Extrapolator.
I told you we could make things worse.
Don't!
Aah!
You have to.
You're the only one I can
count on to do what I say.
Look, Tracy, it's like
what Mary Poppins says
in "The Sound of Music",
"When God closes a door,
he always opens up a window."
You're right.
I used to love Mary Poppins.
Thanks, Eugene.
What the heck?
I...
I'm... I'm sorry.
I just thought that...
You like me?
I...
Yeah.
Wait...
You're not mad?
Yes, I'm mad... mad that
you didn't say anything.
What?
I like you too!
I feel like singing.
Me too.
♪ Closing time ♪
♪ One last call for alcohol ♪
♪ So finish your whiskey or beer ♪
♪ Closing time ♪
♪ You don't have to go home
but you can't, stay, here ♪
♪ I know who I wanna take me home ♪
♪ I know who I wanna take me home ♪
♪ I know who I wanna take me home ♪
♪ Take me ho-o-ome ♪
Why are you crying now?
I'm just...
happy.
Oh.
Is s... Is someone in there?
I wish you'd told me how
you felt sooner, Eugene.
I kind of already promised
myself to someone else.
What?
Who?
God.
Eugene!
I didn't know you were here!
Preacher.
How you doing?
Tracy tells me you got
a big chemistry test
coming up this week.
You gonna be ready?
I... Yeah, I-I think so.
Good.
That goes for you too, Tracy.
The more effort you guys put in now,
the more options you're
gonna have later on in life.
I do most of my homework
on the bus
on the way home from school.
Of course you do.
Tracy...
Preacher's not God.
He is to me.
No.
No.
No, guys!
Cut it out!
Guys!
Cut it out!
No!
No! I said stop!
Stop!!!
Eugene?!
I called your father!
He's gonna be very upset with you!
Finish the job.
Eugene!
Go on, Eugene. Finish the job.
Uh-huh.
That's right.
Oh, yeah. Oh. Oh, that's right.
Come on.
I told you I was gonna
come for you, Eugene.
And I'm comin'...
right... now!
Alright.
Alright. Here we go.
Bit of ginger ale.
Oh, dear God.
Poor fella. Come here.
Alright.
Oh.
You're alright.
Come on.
Let's get that out the way.
Come on there.
Hard to recuperate
when you're inhaling
the smell of your own sick.
My God.
Alright.
Let me get that for you.
Papa?
Papa, please.
Are you okay?
You had to see for yourself.
You had to see.
Once they find out
you are the mistake,
that is where they will put you.
And not just for an
hour or two, but forever.
I know. It's not fair.
You have to trust me, Eugene.
I want to help you.
To escape, of course.
Who... Who is it?
Um, your neighbor.
Who's out there with you?
Nobody. It's just me.
What do you want?
Um, I'm just going
'round all the apartments
and fixing up the holes.
If you want.
I-I thought you were my ex.
Come... Come on in.
God...
I don't know why I'm praying
when I know you're not there,
but...
if this is your plan for me,
and you can hear me,
I'm asking for your help.
I gave up a piece of
my soul to find you.
Don't let it be for nothin'.
Please.
Custer Jesse. Please
come to the Dork Docs.
Any luck?
Sorry, man. We've got nothin'.
What?
We enlarged the image,
ran it through this pixel manipulator,
but...
He's right. It was a coffee pot.
I guess maybe they had
coffee before they killed him.
Or after they killed him.
- Right.
- Yeah.
Nothin'.
All this...
for nothin'.
Is there anything else
we can help you with, sir?
Yeah, I'm looking for God!
You seen Him?!
You got Him back there?!
I'm sorry.
Oh. Hey. Your DVD.
Like you said,
there's nothing on it.
I was gonna do that sooner
or later but... thank you.
Yeah, I heard the
shooting was pretty bad.
Yeah.
It was.
Is that why you got a gun?
Oh.
No, that's, um...
for my ex.
Rodney can be, uh...
unpredictable.
Where's all your furniture?
Um, I just got here, so...
I had to leave kind of quick.
So, for now, it's just
table, chairs, and an air mattress.
And a TV.
Oh, right. Creature comforts.
Yeah.
Boo Berry.
Oh, yeah.
My favorite.
Me too.
Count Chocula can suck it.
I'm Tulip.
I'm... Jennie.
Yeah, so, you can let
it set an hour, maybe.
Then you can sand, paint,
whatever.
Oh. Thanks again.
Mm.
You ever put on a bullet proof
vest and get shot in the chest?
I... can't say that I have.
Hmm.
But it sounds fun.
It is.
We should go sometime.
I-I-I'd like that.
What?
Hey, it's Pronsias.
What do you want?
Money?
Ah, it's good to hear
your voice, Seamus.
I've no patience for your
dancing about. How much this time?
I'm not looking for your handouts.
Oh, no? Then what?
I have a son.
And I imagine you have
dozens, but congratulations.
No, it's not like that.
Look, Denis is not new, alright?
He's old.
And he's sick.
How well do you know him?
I just told you he's me son, didn't I?
You know what I'm
askin'. What's he like?
What's his
prevailing temperament?
How well do you know him,
Pronsias?
I know that he's dyin',
Seamus, alright?
I know that much.
Don't do it.
Let him die.
♪ Way down in Tipperary
where cow plop is thick ♪
♪ Where women are young and
the lads all come quick ♪
♪ There lived pretty
Charlotte, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of Dear Erin,
the Scarlet Haired whore ♪
♪ It's Scarlet the
harlot, the girl we adore ♪
♪ The pride of Dear Erin ♪
♪ The Scarlet Haired whore ♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪