The Righteous Gemstones (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Never Avenge Yourselves, But Leave It to the Wrath of God - full transcript
After surviving a harrowing attack, Jesse takes matters into his own hands; Eli attempts to make amends, while Kelvin struggles to control his flock.
- Motherfucker.
♪ ♪
Shit!
♪ ♪
- Run, motherfuckers!
Run!
- ♪ Praise ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Praise ♪
- Look, I'm just wondering,
what'd y'all do to cause it?
Did y'all flip somebody off
on the road?
Did Amber stand up
in her car seat
and press her ass
against the window
and flash
her bleached butthole?
- Oh, my God.
Judy, we were attacked.
- We were targeted
for assassination.
- Don't jump to conclusions.
- Thank you.
Seriously, I'm sorry.
Y'all aren't important enough
to be assassinated.
- Sheriff,
what's your take on this?
- Oh, maybe it was teenagers
up to no good, botched robbery.
- Botched robbery.
- Teenagers?
Fuck off.
They were assassins, okay?
- I seriously doubt
they were pros.
- Why would you
seriously doubt that?
- Mainly because they didn't
even manage to wound anybody.
- Damn, Brenda.
Where the fuck do our
tax dollars even go towards?
- Hey!
- Baby,
don't be kicking chairs.
- No, it's fine.
It's fine.
He's been through
a traumatic experience.
Probably feels powerless.
I get it.
- I'm powerless too, Daddy.
Daddy, I can't be confined
to my house all day
with Aunt Tiffany living there.
- Judy, not now.
- No, Daddy, why--
why do I have to be the one
to shelter this woman?
When she cleans up, Daddy,
she does it with vinegar.
My whole house smells
like asshole.
- Enough of this selfishness!
Aunt Tiffany is family.
She has been abandoned.
The poor girl is pregnant
and has nowhere else to go.
Christ, Judy,
are you incapable of caring
about anybody but yourself?
- Damn, Daddy,
that was really mean.
BJ?
You just gonna sit there mute?
- What the hell are we doing
in there, Daddy?
Huh? Putting on a little show
for the sheriff?
Come on,
we know what the deal is.
Your little running buddy
from Memphis tried to kill us.
- Maybe.
But I want you,
your family, your siblings
to stay put on the compound
till I deal with it.
I don't want you
getting involved.
- Well,
the Cycle Ninjas came for me,
so I am involved.
- Cycle Ninjas?
- Yeah.
That's what I'm calling 'em.
- You think this is
a fucking movie or something.
- Oh, come on, Daddy.
When you broke Kelvin's thumbs,
I saw a side of you I knew
was in there this whole time.
- You talk to him?
- He don't call me none.
- You live down the street
from him.
- Well, we ain't friends
like we were when we were kids.
What do you want me to say?
Kelvin grew up a nerd.
- This damn family
has everything in the world,
but you can't just
all get along with one another.
- So says the man that broke
his son's thumbs, all right?
Let's not throw sticks
and stones, Daddy.
I been feeling outlaw blood
coursing through these veins
since I could piss standing up.
I know I get that from you.
Let's handle
this shit together.
- Don't get involved.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
♪ ♪
- Look at me,
a grotesque reflection
of what I once was.
- Healing takes time.
- I'm too hurt to get dressed,
Keefe.
I shall remain hidden
like the beast I've become.
- Hey.
Dressing for the day,
it soothes the soul.
♪ ♪
Now step into your Tommy Johns.
Ah.
- Nice.
- Ah.
- Boop.
- The men think
I'm bullshit now.
- No.
Not all of 'em.
Just Torsten, Jericho,
Cody, Sky, William,
and a few others.
Seems they moved
into the house.
- Inside?
D--Keefe, no!
- Well, last night,
I-I tried to call curfew,
but they would not retire
to their yurts.
And then William
started snickering,
and Sky and Jericho
did middle fings.
And I cannot confirm as of yet,
but I believe
they've been letting Titus
out of his cage at night.
- Our empire is crumbling.
- Hey.
You have got to show them
how strong you still are
physically...
and mentally.
Prove to them
that your will is not broken,
even though your thumbs are.
♪ ♪
- Baby William Freeman.
No, he's not a baby.
He's a slender, silver-haired
man in his late 60s.
Okay.
Thank you.
- How many hospitals you call?
- Every one within 200 miles.
What if he had a stroke
and he's walking far
and yonder all confused,
not even knowing his own name?
- Why would his phone
be cut off?
- Dead battery?
Maybe he lost it.
- You really think
that's more likely
than him just leaving you?
- With Lionel on the way?
Baby Billy would never.
Could it be he's still
out looking for Funyuns
and when he comes back, he'll
have his whole car full of 'em?
- No.
No, dear.
That could never be.
You poor dumb hill person.
That's really what you imagine
in your mind right now?
That is so sad and tragic.
I just--I can't--
I can't even with this.
Niece,
tell me he's not dead.
♪ ♪
- So the bad guys got away?
- No!
They didn't get away.
Amber shot one of 'em.
- Amber, you did?
- Oh.
Yeah, girl.
- Come through, Amber!
Yes!
- Good job, Amber.
- Thank you.
- Heck,
even Waylon was impressed.
- It's like
when David slew Goliath.
Amber, the crack shot.
- Pew.
- Pew.
- Pew.
- You know,
except for it's not
like that at all,
because David slew Goliath
with a sling.
Amber maybe
shot a motorcycle man
with a semiautomatic handgun.
So--
- I ma--wait, I maybe shot him?
I--he went down.
- But it is open for debate
of who did that.
I mean,
we both were going pretty nuts.
You got to admit that.
- No one's questioning that.
- No. Shouldn't be.
- But...
- Shouldn't be
questioning that.
- It was me
who tagged that scumbag
from 50 yards.
- Girl power!
- That's sexist.
- Popped his ass.
- Look, I ain't trying
to take nothing away.
All I'm saying is,
if we're all gonna be talking
about this one particular part
of the assault,
let's get the facts straight.
There was question.
- There was no question.
- Well, there was to me, okay?
I witnessed
my own things as well.
- We are so lucky to be alive.
- We are.
- 'Cause I shot that man.
- We love you, Amber!
- Go off, queen!
Amber, Amber, Amber...
- Uh, shh.
All right.
all:
Amber, Amber, Amber, Amber!
Amber, Amber, Amber, Amber!
- Okay, guys.
This isn't a pep rally.
Knock it off.
Let's not lose sight
of why we're here,
and that's
that most of you have
fucked your marriages up, okay?
Don't make this about my wife
doing stuff better than me,
okay?
Focus on you
and the things you've done
to ruin your own lives.
- Psh.
Ooh, man.
The way Amber was,
uh, making a big joke
about how you didn't shoot
any of those guys
had my blood boiling for you,
Jesse.
Reminded me of all the times
Mandy used to do
that kind of shit to me.
- Okay, Chet, I know you're
trying to help, all right,
but I'd really appreciate
if you would just
knock the fucking
chime-ins off, all right?
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
- Jess,
I want you to know
that I'm here for you
in spirit
during these troubling times,
even though I'm not allowed
to socialize with you.
- Yeah.
Same here, Jesse.
- I got nothing going on.
Hey, why don't we grab some--
some craft beers,
sink some suds?
- Why don't you sink
your own suds?
How could you possibly
expect me to drink craft beers
when there's fucking killers
on the loose?
Talking about beers
in front of Levi's mom.
Really?
- Yes, yes! Yes!
- Whole church
sucking my wife's dick.
- I know that you guys
have been worried about me.
But worry not.
Even if my hands are weak,
the spiritual power
that is running through me
is as strong as ever.
And the God Squad
will be fully prepped
for all the missions
that lay ahead.
But first,
my zero-guilt, low-cal
strawberry shortcake
Bahama bro smoothies!
Just a little sweet treat
to let the God Squad know
that not only are we surviving.
We are thriving.
- There's no reason
to question.
These yummy smoothies prove it.
- Let's huddle up,
have a quick prayer about it.
Everybody grab a hand.
Ow!
Keefe, not me, obviously.
I have a broken hand.
That'd be silly.
- Okay, bro, I got to ask.
How are you supposed to do
any missions with those thumbs?
I mean,
can you even lift a smoothie?
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure
I can grab a cup.
See, you just--
you got to get
on the side of it.
Got it.
Got it.
And I'm holding a cup.
Oh, is that funny?
Is that a ha-ha, Sky?
- No, I was just
remembering the time
you got beat up by your dad.
- Stop, okay?
No.
Sky.
Begone.
I have had enough.
- Wrong!
We've had enough!
I challenge you,
Kelvin Gemstone.
Ooh.
- Torsten, what's going on?
You are my gentle giant.
- This group is about strength.
I'm the strongest.
I should be leader.
- Okay.
You challenge me?
Then you must bear the cross!
- Fuck it!
Let's do it!
- Let's go!
- Go, Torsten!
- Smoothies were a bad idea,
Keefe.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- He got it up.
Now it's your turn.
- Okay.
- Brother Kelvin is injured.
So in the spirit of fairness,
I will act as his second.
If I lift it,
our leader he shall remain.
- Reset the cross!
♪ ♪
- You don't have to--okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Get it off him!
Get it off him!
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry I failed you.
- Do you concede?
- No.
No!
- Clean your underwears out
of the master.
Torsten stays there now.
- Yes!
Torsten.
- You know, I'm not trying
to bring stuff up,
but I really do think
it could've been me
who shot that Cycle Ninja.
- Good job, Dad.
- Word.
- Oh, please.
Mom shot him.
Dad's the one
who butchered all his shots.
- What the fuck
did you just say?
- Dad can't shoot worth a shit.
- I'll shoot you.
Go to your room right now.
Go to bed.
Both of you.
Movie night's over with.
Your brother just ruined
the movies for everybody.
You little sassy ass!
Everybody's saying that.
I feel like there's a goddamn
narrative being established,
and I don't like it.
Like I didn't do enough
to protect you or something.
- Baby.
I don't think that.
I love that your instinct
was to just get out there
and start shooting.
You didn't hit any of 'em,
but your instincts were right.
And if you were a better shot,
you would have hit
every single one of 'em
before I even got out
of the bus.
- Aw, you're just saying that
to make me feel better.
I was worthless.
Now Daddy's got me handcuffed.
I can't lead the church.
I can't even protect
my own fucking family.
- I don't know
why we're waiting
for your daddy's permission.
It's his fault
this happened anyway.
I don't even know
why he gets a say.
If you want to protect
your family, baby,
just do it.
Send a fucking message.
♪ ♪
- Sir, I want to apologize for
throwing cake at the baptism.
For what it's worth, I was
trying to hit my sister, KJ,
in the face, but I missed.
- Maybe next time,
don't throw cake.
- It just seems
like the only way to be heard
in this family
is to go to battle.
I-I mean, look at you.
You broke
your own son's thumbs.
- BJ, are you here
to lecture me?
- Dr. Gemstone, I respect you
enough to tell you the truth.
You may think I'm out of line,
but this family
is dysfunctional.
Judy wants your approval
first and foremost.
- Judy could
tell me that herself.
- Daddy, it's just that--
- Nope.
We're not doing that.
- Fair enough.
I-I pushed it.
Dr. Gemstone,
it's just that Judy tends
to hold things in
until she can't anymore.
And I think sometimes,
by the time she lets it out,
it's been soaking in pain
and anger for so long
that it lands a little weird.
Or too loud or too mean.
It all just comes
from hurt, though.
Seems like maybe
a Gemstone trait.
Thank you for this man-to-man.
I hope we can have more
man-to-mans in the future.
- Okay.
I'll see my own way out.
- BJ.
Wait.
Thanks for stopping by.
♪ ♪
- I've summoned
y'all here today
to this secret location meetup
for our own
prayer group,
the Second Chance Men.
- We can get in a lot of
trouble for doing this, Jess.
We're only supposed
to meet with the wives.
- Yeah.
This better be good.
- Look, we talk a lot
about second chances,
about the concessions
one must make
to redeem and restore faith.
But I'm interested in talking
about something else tonight.
Here.
Take one and pass 'em around.
Inside that box are exact
scientific replicas
of the sling David used
to slay Goliath.
Check 'em out.
See how light
and insignificant it seems.
Yet with God's will,
it can take down a giant.
Pop him right in his
fucking head and kill him.
Who here believes
that protecting families
is important?
Levi, you don't have a family,
but when you get one,
you'll understand.
- I understand.
- No, but I'm saying,
once you get one, you're
gonna understand more, okay?
Look, let's not argue.
I need some fellas I can trust
to help handle some business
regarding my family
down in Memphis.
- Tennessee?
- Yeah, Gregory. Is there
another fucking Memphis?
- Well, actually, there is.
There's this little ancient
city in Egypt--
- All right,
well, we're not going
to ancient Egypt,
you motherfucker.
I need some dudes
to go fuck some people up,
to go beat the shit
out of some guys.
You want a second chance?
How 'bout a second chance
at being a man?
Yeah!
- I said how 'bout a second
chance at being a fucking man?
Yeah!
- Uh, Jesse,
should we bring the slings?
- Yes, Matthew.
Hence the reason
I'm fucking passing 'em out.
That's right,
feel that ancient
masculine energy streaming
through those bodies.
Ancient killing power.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Good evening, Dr. Gemstone.
- Oh, it's raining.
Thank you
for the acknowledgement.
Night-night.
♪ ♪
- Mind if we talk?
- Are you gonna
break my toes now too?
Stomp on my skull, maybe?
Sit on my ribs?
Well, go on, Daddy.
Do me.
- Kelvin,
I feel awful about this.
- Oh, I'm so sorry
to hear that.
Poor you.
I can't even take a pee
without Keefe holding my dong,
or I'll spray it
all over my face.
And you feel awful?
You know what kills me?
Everyone sees me as a joke.
I'm the baby of the family,
the youth pastor
who peaked at 12.
I work my butt off
so you don't see me as that.
And how do you respond?
You broke my thumbs.
Turned me into a laughingstock.
- You know, I was a different
person before I met your mama.
She changed me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm
turning into that person again.
I will never forgive myself
for hurting you.
- Well, that makes two of us.
- I'm so sorry
for everything, son.
- You should go.
They'll be back soon.
♪ ♪
- Son?
- Leave
before the men return!
♪ ♪
- His name was Harmon.
- Did something happen to him?
- Same thing that happened
to Lionel.
Baby Billy peaced out,
refused to be a daddy to him.
My mama and daddy paid
for all his school,
bought his shoes,
all that mess.
Baby Billy didn't
see Harmon no more.
- Baby Billy's not
that kind of man.
Of course he is.
All these dudes around here
are fucked up.
- Your daddy...
He shook my hand.
- Welcome to the pain!
- Got any blow?
♪ ♪
Ow-ow-ow!
Yeah!
♪ ♪
- Dick's out, playboy.
- I'm aware.
I take my dick out
when I pee, Jesse.
Why you watching me?
- Not watching you,
hunting you.
♪ ♪
- Oh, son of a bitch.
What is this, a joke?
- Does this look like a joke?
It'll blast
a fucking hole in you,
make you dead
if I pull this trigger.
You want to come
after families?
You want to try
to fucking kill my family?
How 'bout I kill
your fucking family?
- Grandparents, kids,
special needs.
Chop their fucking heads off.
- Okay, Chad.
Shh.
I'm doing the threats, okay?
- Rape 'em.
- The fuck
are you talking about, Matthew?
We're not raping people.
- Not the women.
Not the wom--
we don't rape women.
- No, guys!
Okay, enough.
I'm the fucking spokesman
of the threats, okay?
No one's being raped tonight!
And if anybody was to be
raped tonight, it'd be you.
We'd all take our dicks
and jam them so deep
into your asshole
and show you
how we handle sickos.
- You got some balls
on you, boy.
Remind me of your daddy
when he was a young man.
- Yeah?
I do got balls.
Big balls. You want
to know what else I got?
Stones.
Levi.
Release.
- What in the fuck?
- Come for my family one more
time, and I will end you.
Everything we talked about here
tonight will happen.
You dead, family dead.
Head chop-offs, rapes,
all of it!
- Who the fuck
do you think you are?
- I'm Jesse Gemstone,
son of Eli,
grandson of Roy,
father of Gideon, Abraham,
and Pontius,
and quite possibly
the last motherfucker you see
on this planet if you don't
leave my family alone.
Release!
- Ah, ah!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, ah, ah!
Ah, ah.
♪ ♪
- Have I made myself clear
this evening?
- You got it, Jesse.
- Psh.
Yeah, you're goddamn right,
I've got it.
Psh.
Forget that this ever happened.
But don't forget
about the stuff I said
would happen if you don't--
if you do this stuff to my
family again, motherfucker.
♪ ♪
Go! Go, go. Run.
Run. Go, go.
- ♪ Na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na,
na-na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na,
na-na, na-na ♪
♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
♪ And let your laughter
fill the air ♪
- ♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
- ♪ And tell
the people everywhere ♪
- ♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
- ♪ To every man
and every nation ♪
♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
♪ And let the people know ♪
♪ That Jesus cares ♪
♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song ♪
- ♪ Calling, just ♪
♪ Calling ♪
- ♪ Calling ♪
- ♪ Me ♪
- ♪ Me ♪
- ♪ Faraway places ♪
♪ With strange-sounding
names ♪
♪ Far away over ♪
- ♪ Faraway places ♪
♪ With strange-sounding
names ♪
♪ Are calling ♪
♪ Calling me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Those faraway places ♪
♪ I've been reading about ♪
♪ In a book ♪
- ♪ A book ♪
- ♪ That I took ♪
- ♪ I took ♪
- ♪ From a shelf ♪
♪ I start getting restless ♪
♪ Whenever I hear ♪
♪ The whistle of a train ♪
- ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪
- ♪ Those faraway place ♪
♪ With the strange-sounding
names ♪
♪ That are calling,
calling to me ♪
♪ Just to me ♪
♪ Calling, calling ♪
♪ Me ♪
- ♪ Calling me ♪
♪ ♪
Shit!
♪ ♪
- Run, motherfuckers!
Run!
- ♪ Praise ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Praise ♪
- Look, I'm just wondering,
what'd y'all do to cause it?
Did y'all flip somebody off
on the road?
Did Amber stand up
in her car seat
and press her ass
against the window
and flash
her bleached butthole?
- Oh, my God.
Judy, we were attacked.
- We were targeted
for assassination.
- Don't jump to conclusions.
- Thank you.
Seriously, I'm sorry.
Y'all aren't important enough
to be assassinated.
- Sheriff,
what's your take on this?
- Oh, maybe it was teenagers
up to no good, botched robbery.
- Botched robbery.
- Teenagers?
Fuck off.
They were assassins, okay?
- I seriously doubt
they were pros.
- Why would you
seriously doubt that?
- Mainly because they didn't
even manage to wound anybody.
- Damn, Brenda.
Where the fuck do our
tax dollars even go towards?
- Hey!
- Baby,
don't be kicking chairs.
- No, it's fine.
It's fine.
He's been through
a traumatic experience.
Probably feels powerless.
I get it.
- I'm powerless too, Daddy.
Daddy, I can't be confined
to my house all day
with Aunt Tiffany living there.
- Judy, not now.
- No, Daddy, why--
why do I have to be the one
to shelter this woman?
When she cleans up, Daddy,
she does it with vinegar.
My whole house smells
like asshole.
- Enough of this selfishness!
Aunt Tiffany is family.
She has been abandoned.
The poor girl is pregnant
and has nowhere else to go.
Christ, Judy,
are you incapable of caring
about anybody but yourself?
- Damn, Daddy,
that was really mean.
BJ?
You just gonna sit there mute?
- What the hell are we doing
in there, Daddy?
Huh? Putting on a little show
for the sheriff?
Come on,
we know what the deal is.
Your little running buddy
from Memphis tried to kill us.
- Maybe.
But I want you,
your family, your siblings
to stay put on the compound
till I deal with it.
I don't want you
getting involved.
- Well,
the Cycle Ninjas came for me,
so I am involved.
- Cycle Ninjas?
- Yeah.
That's what I'm calling 'em.
- You think this is
a fucking movie or something.
- Oh, come on, Daddy.
When you broke Kelvin's thumbs,
I saw a side of you I knew
was in there this whole time.
- You talk to him?
- He don't call me none.
- You live down the street
from him.
- Well, we ain't friends
like we were when we were kids.
What do you want me to say?
Kelvin grew up a nerd.
- This damn family
has everything in the world,
but you can't just
all get along with one another.
- So says the man that broke
his son's thumbs, all right?
Let's not throw sticks
and stones, Daddy.
I been feeling outlaw blood
coursing through these veins
since I could piss standing up.
I know I get that from you.
Let's handle
this shit together.
- Don't get involved.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
♪ ♪
- Look at me,
a grotesque reflection
of what I once was.
- Healing takes time.
- I'm too hurt to get dressed,
Keefe.
I shall remain hidden
like the beast I've become.
- Hey.
Dressing for the day,
it soothes the soul.
♪ ♪
Now step into your Tommy Johns.
Ah.
- Nice.
- Ah.
- Boop.
- The men think
I'm bullshit now.
- No.
Not all of 'em.
Just Torsten, Jericho,
Cody, Sky, William,
and a few others.
Seems they moved
into the house.
- Inside?
D--Keefe, no!
- Well, last night,
I-I tried to call curfew,
but they would not retire
to their yurts.
And then William
started snickering,
and Sky and Jericho
did middle fings.
And I cannot confirm as of yet,
but I believe
they've been letting Titus
out of his cage at night.
- Our empire is crumbling.
- Hey.
You have got to show them
how strong you still are
physically...
and mentally.
Prove to them
that your will is not broken,
even though your thumbs are.
♪ ♪
- Baby William Freeman.
No, he's not a baby.
He's a slender, silver-haired
man in his late 60s.
Okay.
Thank you.
- How many hospitals you call?
- Every one within 200 miles.
What if he had a stroke
and he's walking far
and yonder all confused,
not even knowing his own name?
- Why would his phone
be cut off?
- Dead battery?
Maybe he lost it.
- You really think
that's more likely
than him just leaving you?
- With Lionel on the way?
Baby Billy would never.
Could it be he's still
out looking for Funyuns
and when he comes back, he'll
have his whole car full of 'em?
- No.
No, dear.
That could never be.
You poor dumb hill person.
That's really what you imagine
in your mind right now?
That is so sad and tragic.
I just--I can't--
I can't even with this.
Niece,
tell me he's not dead.
♪ ♪
- So the bad guys got away?
- No!
They didn't get away.
Amber shot one of 'em.
- Amber, you did?
- Oh.
Yeah, girl.
- Come through, Amber!
Yes!
- Good job, Amber.
- Thank you.
- Heck,
even Waylon was impressed.
- It's like
when David slew Goliath.
Amber, the crack shot.
- Pew.
- Pew.
- Pew.
- You know,
except for it's not
like that at all,
because David slew Goliath
with a sling.
Amber maybe
shot a motorcycle man
with a semiautomatic handgun.
So--
- I ma--wait, I maybe shot him?
I--he went down.
- But it is open for debate
of who did that.
I mean,
we both were going pretty nuts.
You got to admit that.
- No one's questioning that.
- No. Shouldn't be.
- But...
- Shouldn't be
questioning that.
- It was me
who tagged that scumbag
from 50 yards.
- Girl power!
- That's sexist.
- Popped his ass.
- Look, I ain't trying
to take nothing away.
All I'm saying is,
if we're all gonna be talking
about this one particular part
of the assault,
let's get the facts straight.
There was question.
- There was no question.
- Well, there was to me, okay?
I witnessed
my own things as well.
- We are so lucky to be alive.
- We are.
- 'Cause I shot that man.
- We love you, Amber!
- Go off, queen!
Amber, Amber, Amber...
- Uh, shh.
All right.
all:
Amber, Amber, Amber, Amber!
Amber, Amber, Amber, Amber!
- Okay, guys.
This isn't a pep rally.
Knock it off.
Let's not lose sight
of why we're here,
and that's
that most of you have
fucked your marriages up, okay?
Don't make this about my wife
doing stuff better than me,
okay?
Focus on you
and the things you've done
to ruin your own lives.
- Psh.
Ooh, man.
The way Amber was,
uh, making a big joke
about how you didn't shoot
any of those guys
had my blood boiling for you,
Jesse.
Reminded me of all the times
Mandy used to do
that kind of shit to me.
- Okay, Chet, I know you're
trying to help, all right,
but I'd really appreciate
if you would just
knock the fucking
chime-ins off, all right?
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
- Jess,
I want you to know
that I'm here for you
in spirit
during these troubling times,
even though I'm not allowed
to socialize with you.
- Yeah.
Same here, Jesse.
- I got nothing going on.
Hey, why don't we grab some--
some craft beers,
sink some suds?
- Why don't you sink
your own suds?
How could you possibly
expect me to drink craft beers
when there's fucking killers
on the loose?
Talking about beers
in front of Levi's mom.
Really?
- Yes, yes! Yes!
- Whole church
sucking my wife's dick.
- I know that you guys
have been worried about me.
But worry not.
Even if my hands are weak,
the spiritual power
that is running through me
is as strong as ever.
And the God Squad
will be fully prepped
for all the missions
that lay ahead.
But first,
my zero-guilt, low-cal
strawberry shortcake
Bahama bro smoothies!
Just a little sweet treat
to let the God Squad know
that not only are we surviving.
We are thriving.
- There's no reason
to question.
These yummy smoothies prove it.
- Let's huddle up,
have a quick prayer about it.
Everybody grab a hand.
Ow!
Keefe, not me, obviously.
I have a broken hand.
That'd be silly.
- Okay, bro, I got to ask.
How are you supposed to do
any missions with those thumbs?
I mean,
can you even lift a smoothie?
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure
I can grab a cup.
See, you just--
you got to get
on the side of it.
Got it.
Got it.
And I'm holding a cup.
Oh, is that funny?
Is that a ha-ha, Sky?
- No, I was just
remembering the time
you got beat up by your dad.
- Stop, okay?
No.
Sky.
Begone.
I have had enough.
- Wrong!
We've had enough!
I challenge you,
Kelvin Gemstone.
Ooh.
- Torsten, what's going on?
You are my gentle giant.
- This group is about strength.
I'm the strongest.
I should be leader.
- Okay.
You challenge me?
Then you must bear the cross!
- Fuck it!
Let's do it!
- Let's go!
- Go, Torsten!
- Smoothies were a bad idea,
Keefe.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- He got it up.
Now it's your turn.
- Okay.
- Brother Kelvin is injured.
So in the spirit of fairness,
I will act as his second.
If I lift it,
our leader he shall remain.
- Reset the cross!
♪ ♪
- You don't have to--okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Get it off him!
Get it off him!
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry I failed you.
- Do you concede?
- No.
No!
- Clean your underwears out
of the master.
Torsten stays there now.
- Yes!
Torsten.
- You know, I'm not trying
to bring stuff up,
but I really do think
it could've been me
who shot that Cycle Ninja.
- Good job, Dad.
- Word.
- Oh, please.
Mom shot him.
Dad's the one
who butchered all his shots.
- What the fuck
did you just say?
- Dad can't shoot worth a shit.
- I'll shoot you.
Go to your room right now.
Go to bed.
Both of you.
Movie night's over with.
Your brother just ruined
the movies for everybody.
You little sassy ass!
Everybody's saying that.
I feel like there's a goddamn
narrative being established,
and I don't like it.
Like I didn't do enough
to protect you or something.
- Baby.
I don't think that.
I love that your instinct
was to just get out there
and start shooting.
You didn't hit any of 'em,
but your instincts were right.
And if you were a better shot,
you would have hit
every single one of 'em
before I even got out
of the bus.
- Aw, you're just saying that
to make me feel better.
I was worthless.
Now Daddy's got me handcuffed.
I can't lead the church.
I can't even protect
my own fucking family.
- I don't know
why we're waiting
for your daddy's permission.
It's his fault
this happened anyway.
I don't even know
why he gets a say.
If you want to protect
your family, baby,
just do it.
Send a fucking message.
♪ ♪
- Sir, I want to apologize for
throwing cake at the baptism.
For what it's worth, I was
trying to hit my sister, KJ,
in the face, but I missed.
- Maybe next time,
don't throw cake.
- It just seems
like the only way to be heard
in this family
is to go to battle.
I-I mean, look at you.
You broke
your own son's thumbs.
- BJ, are you here
to lecture me?
- Dr. Gemstone, I respect you
enough to tell you the truth.
You may think I'm out of line,
but this family
is dysfunctional.
Judy wants your approval
first and foremost.
- Judy could
tell me that herself.
- Daddy, it's just that--
- Nope.
We're not doing that.
- Fair enough.
I-I pushed it.
Dr. Gemstone,
it's just that Judy tends
to hold things in
until she can't anymore.
And I think sometimes,
by the time she lets it out,
it's been soaking in pain
and anger for so long
that it lands a little weird.
Or too loud or too mean.
It all just comes
from hurt, though.
Seems like maybe
a Gemstone trait.
Thank you for this man-to-man.
I hope we can have more
man-to-mans in the future.
- Okay.
I'll see my own way out.
- BJ.
Wait.
Thanks for stopping by.
♪ ♪
- I've summoned
y'all here today
to this secret location meetup
for our own
prayer group,
the Second Chance Men.
- We can get in a lot of
trouble for doing this, Jess.
We're only supposed
to meet with the wives.
- Yeah.
This better be good.
- Look, we talk a lot
about second chances,
about the concessions
one must make
to redeem and restore faith.
But I'm interested in talking
about something else tonight.
Here.
Take one and pass 'em around.
Inside that box are exact
scientific replicas
of the sling David used
to slay Goliath.
Check 'em out.
See how light
and insignificant it seems.
Yet with God's will,
it can take down a giant.
Pop him right in his
fucking head and kill him.
Who here believes
that protecting families
is important?
Levi, you don't have a family,
but when you get one,
you'll understand.
- I understand.
- No, but I'm saying,
once you get one, you're
gonna understand more, okay?
Look, let's not argue.
I need some fellas I can trust
to help handle some business
regarding my family
down in Memphis.
- Tennessee?
- Yeah, Gregory. Is there
another fucking Memphis?
- Well, actually, there is.
There's this little ancient
city in Egypt--
- All right,
well, we're not going
to ancient Egypt,
you motherfucker.
I need some dudes
to go fuck some people up,
to go beat the shit
out of some guys.
You want a second chance?
How 'bout a second chance
at being a man?
Yeah!
- I said how 'bout a second
chance at being a fucking man?
Yeah!
- Uh, Jesse,
should we bring the slings?
- Yes, Matthew.
Hence the reason
I'm fucking passing 'em out.
That's right,
feel that ancient
masculine energy streaming
through those bodies.
Ancient killing power.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Good evening, Dr. Gemstone.
- Oh, it's raining.
Thank you
for the acknowledgement.
Night-night.
♪ ♪
- Mind if we talk?
- Are you gonna
break my toes now too?
Stomp on my skull, maybe?
Sit on my ribs?
Well, go on, Daddy.
Do me.
- Kelvin,
I feel awful about this.
- Oh, I'm so sorry
to hear that.
Poor you.
I can't even take a pee
without Keefe holding my dong,
or I'll spray it
all over my face.
And you feel awful?
You know what kills me?
Everyone sees me as a joke.
I'm the baby of the family,
the youth pastor
who peaked at 12.
I work my butt off
so you don't see me as that.
And how do you respond?
You broke my thumbs.
Turned me into a laughingstock.
- You know, I was a different
person before I met your mama.
She changed me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm
turning into that person again.
I will never forgive myself
for hurting you.
- Well, that makes two of us.
- I'm so sorry
for everything, son.
- You should go.
They'll be back soon.
♪ ♪
- Son?
- Leave
before the men return!
♪ ♪
- His name was Harmon.
- Did something happen to him?
- Same thing that happened
to Lionel.
Baby Billy peaced out,
refused to be a daddy to him.
My mama and daddy paid
for all his school,
bought his shoes,
all that mess.
Baby Billy didn't
see Harmon no more.
- Baby Billy's not
that kind of man.
Of course he is.
All these dudes around here
are fucked up.
- Your daddy...
He shook my hand.
- Welcome to the pain!
- Got any blow?
♪ ♪
Ow-ow-ow!
Yeah!
♪ ♪
- Dick's out, playboy.
- I'm aware.
I take my dick out
when I pee, Jesse.
Why you watching me?
- Not watching you,
hunting you.
♪ ♪
- Oh, son of a bitch.
What is this, a joke?
- Does this look like a joke?
It'll blast
a fucking hole in you,
make you dead
if I pull this trigger.
You want to come
after families?
You want to try
to fucking kill my family?
How 'bout I kill
your fucking family?
- Grandparents, kids,
special needs.
Chop their fucking heads off.
- Okay, Chad.
Shh.
I'm doing the threats, okay?
- Rape 'em.
- The fuck
are you talking about, Matthew?
We're not raping people.
- Not the women.
Not the wom--
we don't rape women.
- No, guys!
Okay, enough.
I'm the fucking spokesman
of the threats, okay?
No one's being raped tonight!
And if anybody was to be
raped tonight, it'd be you.
We'd all take our dicks
and jam them so deep
into your asshole
and show you
how we handle sickos.
- You got some balls
on you, boy.
Remind me of your daddy
when he was a young man.
- Yeah?
I do got balls.
Big balls. You want
to know what else I got?
Stones.
Levi.
Release.
- What in the fuck?
- Come for my family one more
time, and I will end you.
Everything we talked about here
tonight will happen.
You dead, family dead.
Head chop-offs, rapes,
all of it!
- Who the fuck
do you think you are?
- I'm Jesse Gemstone,
son of Eli,
grandson of Roy,
father of Gideon, Abraham,
and Pontius,
and quite possibly
the last motherfucker you see
on this planet if you don't
leave my family alone.
Release!
- Ah, ah!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, ah, ah!
Ah, ah.
♪ ♪
- Have I made myself clear
this evening?
- You got it, Jesse.
- Psh.
Yeah, you're goddamn right,
I've got it.
Psh.
Forget that this ever happened.
But don't forget
about the stuff I said
would happen if you don't--
if you do this stuff to my
family again, motherfucker.
♪ ♪
Go! Go, go. Run.
Run. Go, go.
- ♪ Na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na,
na-na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na,
na-na, na-na ♪
♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
♪ And let your laughter
fill the air ♪
- ♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
- ♪ And tell
the people everywhere ♪
- ♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
- ♪ To every man
and every nation ♪
♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song of salvation ♪
♪ And let the people know ♪
♪ That Jesus cares ♪
♪ Sing that sweet,
sweet song ♪
- ♪ Calling, just ♪
♪ Calling ♪
- ♪ Calling ♪
- ♪ Me ♪
- ♪ Me ♪
- ♪ Faraway places ♪
♪ With strange-sounding
names ♪
♪ Far away over ♪
- ♪ Faraway places ♪
♪ With strange-sounding
names ♪
♪ Are calling ♪
♪ Calling me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Those faraway places ♪
♪ I've been reading about ♪
♪ In a book ♪
- ♪ A book ♪
- ♪ That I took ♪
- ♪ I took ♪
- ♪ From a shelf ♪
♪ I start getting restless ♪
♪ Whenever I hear ♪
♪ The whistle of a train ♪
- ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪
- ♪ Those faraway place ♪
♪ With the strange-sounding
names ♪
♪ That are calling,
calling to me ♪
♪ Just to me ♪
♪ Calling, calling ♪
♪ Me ♪
- ♪ Calling me ♪