Preacher (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - The Light Above - full transcript

Another full house?

Yes, and tomorrow night, too. It's Lent.

I was thinking I might take it off.

Go somewhere.

There's no law against movie-seeing.
Bring me that whiskey.

Actually,

I was thinking I might go somewhere far.

Meaning what?

There's this girl back in Texas,
from when I was a kid.

Just go check on her.

Anyway, that's what I'm thinking.



It's what I'm doing.

I'd come back, of course.

Someday.

Listen to me,
you "someday" piece of shit.

We're all that's left in this place.

I am all the family you got.

Yeah, 'cause you killed all the rest.

What's that?

Speak up, boy.

You killed my family.

That's right.

I had your daddy shot.

Your mama, I killed myself.

I sliced her open with a small blade
and I sucked up her soul.



But instead of wreaking vengeance,

you just stand there like a little girl,
bringing whiskey.

You still think like a Custer.

That if you do just enough right
and not too much wrong,

that there's still hope for you.

It's because you're afraid of Hell.

And you know what? I don't blame you.

Killing your Gran'ma.

Damning yourself to the flames.

What would your father say?

I'm going.

You'll be back.

You should've killed her.

Yeah, well, now's your chance.

Sorry, Lil' Jesse.

You're gonna have to raise them hands.

Now, I know that she put you
through your paces,

but, come on, she's your grandma.

Give me the gun, T.C.

And I believe there has to be
a constructive, non-violent solution.

Give me the gun.

Christ.

Back up.

How many times you think
you pointed this thing at me, T.C.?

Lil' Jesse, you don't hate me that much.

You wouldn't shoot me?

No.

I guess I wouldn't.

See? I knew it. I knew it.

A constructive, non-violent...

Shoot yourself.

Hey, kid.

You gotta go through me first.

I like that idea.

Put it down.

I could make you cut your own throat
if I wanted to.

But you ain't gonna.

No.

Let's go to the Tombs.

Hope for you yet, boy.

My name
is SS Reichsmarschall Rick Smith.

Here's my demand.

Send out Hilter and no one gets hurt.

Resist, and you will be liquidated.

If you're the SS,
why are you wearing a Luftwaffe medal?

We're a mixed auxiliary unit.

The point is,
I have a freaking tank and you don't.

So, release our Führer,

or I will have no choice
but to tell my men to cut you down.

Those are my terms.

What is your answer?

Get it off me! Let me go, damn it!

You're not going anywhere!

Yo, Nazi.

Let's go.

You said you'd changed...

I have my soul patch.

Luger.

All those crows.

Do you think they pecked
your daughter's eyes out

after she was dead?

Or while she was lying there,
still alive?

Yeah.

I think so, too.

No! No, Eugene!

What would Jesus do?

Sorry.

These boots suck!

She's really not that bad!

Could you just let us go...

just forget about it?

So difficult and pretty.

So fun.
You're gonna be a hit down in Hell.

I know you're trying to be
all scary and stuff,

but your breath... Seriously.

Not good.

Look out!

You see? I am a loving God.

Betrayal, when committed by a loved one,

cuts most deeply.

Perhaps there's still hope for him.

Change your mind.

Join me.

- Bugger off.
- I'll let you die.

I won't want to, but I will.

Yeah, well, go ahead.

I've had a good run.

You've barely had 100 years.

You've never had a Château Lafite.

You've never seen a tiger in the wild.

Cassidy, you've never been to Asia.

Well, maybe there's an Asia
when you die, you know?

Maybe there's not.

Maybe there's no sex, no food, no music.

Maybe there's nothing.

You'd choose that
over what I can offer you?

Over lying, cannibalism and murder?

- Yeah, sure.
- No.

Over love, pleasure, life.

This.

- What is that?
- It's a pipe.

I ordered it specially.

See, you sprinkle your drugs
in this end, and on this end...

I know how a bloody pipe works,
you moron.

- What's it off?
- A unicorn.

Your favourite.

It's this...

Or burn.

Nice trick.

Freeing one of my children from Hell
is my favourite trick of all.

Bunch of Nazis and a tank.
I was figuring it out.

No, you were going to Hell.

But I am a merciful God.

What about Eugene?

You gonna be merciful with him, too?

- Which one's he?
- With the face.

Right.

No.

His path is different.

I've come for you, to lift your curse.

From this day forward,
the name O'Hare will be blessed.

Yeah?

What do you get?

The joy that only giving brings.

And?

Tell Jesse Custer
to stop looking for me.

To stay away.

Genesis cannot, must not,

interfere with my great design.
Go to him.

Stop him,

and then you will know true peace
and be forgiven.

You know,

I don't need forgiveness.

Right.

Tulip O'Hare, pure as the driven snow.

Yeah,

I done some bad things.
Things I ain't proud of.

For Christ's sake,
you killed a man with a corncob.

I'm not perfect, I know that.

But I don't need your forgiveness.

I mean, I made it this far without it,
didn't I?

So be it.

- Free will...
- Damn right.

Has its consequences. For you
and for those you claim to care about.

- What's that mean?
- Your friend Cassidy.

- Yeah, what about him?
- He's in grave danger.

I was going to help,
show you I'm a loving God,

but sounds like
you don't need me at all.

I call bullshit.

Go see for yourself.

But you better hurry.
The danger is quite grave.

This is one of your tricks,
a distraction to keep us off your ass.

Well, forget I mentioned it.

Let's just stand here by the water
and enjoy the silence.

You're a dick.

You're welcome.

Yeah, I see you. Give me a sec.

Out!

Wait. I shouldn't have said that
about crows,

about your girl's eyes.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry. I didn't really...

My eyes!

Time to go.

What about Tulip?

Her lucky day.

Welcome, you motherless goat-humpers.

I always wanted to say that.
Okay, now...

That was different.

Well, I'm not playing pool again.

Can I get you anything?

Yeah.

There's a drink in my coat.

I saw a unicorn once, you know.

I remember. You told me.

Thank you.

- Better?
- Than being crucified?

A touch. Coolant?

Actually, no, scrap that.

You're the one who threw up
three wine coolers the other night.

Give it to me. Thank you.

Jesus.

It's gonna be days
before I can masturbate properly.

Well, we can't have that.

I've got some squirrel blood
in the freezer.

It's quite restorative.

It's better than cat or dog.

I just cheated death,

and I got back
with my handsome lunatic friend.

I don't want any of your
goddamn squirrel blood, all right?

He's repented.
He wants to be with us again.

Blood ceremony to celebrate.

Who will take flight?

Perfect.

I was looking for this.

Took it from your daddy, years ago.

You stop that.

We Custers don't cry,

we fight.

Remember that night, boy?

I remember.

Today was the day.

Go get two cans of gasoline.

- Two cans?
- Go get them.

Proud of you, boy.

Comfy, actually.

Although, after, I may need
a lint roller on my backside.

Dinnertime.

- Christ. How's that coolant feeling?
- Fine. Fine.

- All right, well, go on. After you.
- No, no, after you.

Hey, listen.

Have you ever...

Mrs Rosen, would you have any
objection at all to a ménage à trois?

On the contrary, I'd be honoured.

Tie your life to ours
and allow us to do the same.

- Yes.
- Are you ready to pass through?

- Yes.
- Yeah, she's ready.

What's that? What is...

Bite marks.

What's going on?

Answer me.

What have you done?

How many calls to his flown children
did you make, Mrs Rosen?

Eighty-seven.

And how many answered?

None.

So you turned her.

She turned the rest.

Now what?

Go back to your loveless
and lonely existence?

Well, yeah, probably.

But first, dinnertime.

All right, let's go.

Ain't you gonna kill me?

I don't hate you that much.

Come on.

Nah, I'm good.

Angelville, I knows it's wicked
and evil and all that, but...

I got nowhere else to go.

Are you sure?

Good seeing you again, Lil' Jesse.

Welcome home.

Is that for me?

What's in there, you could live
for another 100 years at least.

- My debt is paid.
- Not so sure about that...

- Say "Your debt is paid."
- Your debt is paid.

Release Tulip.

- Jesus.
- Jesus has nothing to do with this.

Fine. You won.

Go on,

leave your poor Gran'ma all by herself.

I've tried that once before.

Walking away, leaving you behind.

It didn't work.

Wherever I went, Angelville was with me,

in the back of my head,
like some kind of bad dream.

But today's the day I wake up.

Today's the day I'm gonna kill you
and burn this house to the ground.

- You think so?
- I know so.

Been thinking 20 years
on how I'm gonna do it.

Well, I figured, no better way than
to strap you into your own machine

and turn you to dust.

Well, if it's my time for Heaven...

Heaven?

I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but you're going straight to Hell.

I hate to break it to you, but...

I made a deal with my gentleman caller.

You know, Satan.

And we came to a new agreement.

If you kill me,

when you die,
you're the one going to Hell.

What did you do?

Oh, God.

I'm not walking out of here
with you still breathing.

Don't be so upset, Jesse.

I saved your girl.

You got your power.

You're free of me.

Sweetheart, you won.

But you won, too, didn't you, Gran'ma?

One hundred years' worth.

No.

One hundred more years
than my daddy got.

No, I mean it.

One hundred more years than my mama had.

One hundred more years
of you being a rotten piece of shit!

These are mine. That's the deal.

Like you said, Gran'ma. "New deal."

Destroy them.

No.

No.

Jesse!

She's right.
I got what I came for. I won.

Doesn't feel like it.

No, it doesn't.

You'll burn in Hell for this.

Maybe, someday,

but today, you burn.

Jesse. Jesse.

Jesse! No, no, no!

Jesse! No, Jesse!

Jesse!

Now what?

Get a Dustbuster. Maybe a sponge.

But after that,
now that we're night wraiths?

Well, you can stop calling yourselves
"night wraiths," that's for one.

Christ. You're just bloody vampires now,
all right?

Right. But what do we do?

Whatever we bloody want.

Tulip?

All right. All right, slow down now.

What's that?

I've been trying to call you, Cass.
Are you okay?

Like, you're not in any danger, are you?

Where are you?

Got it. And you sure you're okay?

Well, I've been to the far side
of the moon and back, actually.

But I think the danger portion's
over now, so...

All right, well, I'm on my way.

- Tulip?
- Yeah?

I...

Yeah, Cass?

- Hey, look who it is.
- Hey, Hoover's back.

Hoover!

Hoover.

What do you mean, "Hoover"?

It's all right. It's all right.

It's just Hoover.
He's cool now, all right?

Don't worry about it.
Listen, I'll see you soon.

Thanks for calling me up, all right?

All right, see you in a bit.

So...

Where's the party?

So, I'm back at the Grail office,
I get your text, and I say to myself,

"Why am I here?"

The hours suck, my boss is crazy,

and the benefits
aren't even that good, you know?

'Course not. They're corporate bastards.

What are you even doing back there?

I thought we agreed
no more being a dick.

You're right.

Old habits.

So, you guys have all turned as well?

They're already bored.

All right, go on.
Back to work, you buggers.

I was just about to get really high

and blast some Nickelback,
if you're up for that.

Come on.

You know, you saved my life back there.

Got you a present.

Wanted to return the favour.

An umbrella.
Very droll, secret agent man.

Thank you very much.

Open it.

Indoors? I'm pretty sure
that's bad luck, mate.

What the hell is that?

It's good luck today.

What the hell did you do?

I lied. The benefits are great.

You know I eat horse tranquillisers
for breakfast, don't you?

I told them. That's whale.

Cass?

Some men took him.

- And a woman.
- Dressed in white.

God.

It wasn't until this moment

that I understood what my purpose was.

But now I know.

It's to say:

You're a bad person.

But it's never too late to change that.

Open up your heart and talk to God.

You guys used to be like...
best friends, right? So...

call him and apologise.

I just realised,

I have a purpose, too.

Get your ass outta your head, doofus.

God's gone.

You didn't have to do that.

Him? We were just joking.

Anyway, you did your part bringing
these two chuckle-heads back.

And now for my part of the bargain.

We'll take it from here, Sidney.
Thank you.

Not sure what happened there,
but I assume she had it coming.

What would this unfortunate
preacher's name happen to be?

Jesse Custer.

I love the synergy.

I just got a deal going
involving Custer.

Figures right into my expansion plans.

See, you kill him, and he
and his little power come to Hell.

Anyway, won't keep you any longer.

Go without God, as the saying now goes.

How dare you pull a gun
on the Prince of Darkness.

I will flay you into 1,000 pieces.

My daughter.

The crows. Was that your idea?

Okay. Hold on. Everybody take a breath.

Was it?

I was in on the meeting
when it was discussed.

Sure. All right? But it wasn't my idea.

Whose was it?

Don't be stupid.

It was God's,

of course.

Now,

I suggest
you put that gun down right now,

or you and I are gonna have a problem.

Too late.

You crazy son of a...

You can't do that!

The rules have changed.

You were right. You don't belong here.

Let's go.

Good idea. Let's get out of here.

Just him. Not you.

Plum cake, sir?

Yeah.

Extra flaky crust.

Jesse?

He's still alive?

The preacher that sent me here?

The preacher that left me here?

I'm going with you.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Family's overrated.

Yeah.

Ready?

Ready.

Holy shit.

Cassidy's resting peacefully.

Not for long.

My favourite torturer
is flying in from Bensonhurst.

Frankie Toscani?

The hat, Hoover.

Are you mocking me?

No, I'm a vampire now, sir. Remember?

I thought you were joking.

No. It's true.

But let me assure you, it will have
no impact whatsoever on my job...

Idiot.

What happened here, sir?

We're going to need a new Hoover.

I'll look into it, sir.

Gonna be tricky, don't you think?

Getting Custer to be our Messiah.
Now, after everything.

I don't want him to be my Messiah.

So, why are we waiting for him?

Custer has humiliated me
for the last time.

I'm going to torture him in the most
horrible ways ever imagined.

And then, I'm going to kill him.

Love it. The great chess match
for world domination continues.

I'm tired of chess matches, Flufferman.

It's time to play some fucking checkers.