The Righteous Gemstones (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - I Have Not Come to Bring Peace, But a Sword - full transcript
While Jesse prepares for his initiation into a prestigious secret society, Judy fends off unwanted attention, and Kelvin handles rumors about Keefe. Later, Baby Billy makes an impossible promise.
- I don't know how
Brother Kelvin does it.
My nerves are in
knots right now.
- I can handle it
if you want me to.
- No.
He gave the
responsibility to me.
It's my duty to achieve.
Hiya.
I'll be today's leader for this
ice cream and wiener party.
Also... and this is also Taryn,
if you need anything.
- Hi.
- Where's Kelvin?
- Nothing bad has
happened to him.
He's not dead.
He believes in me
so much, he gave me
this opportunity
to prove myself.
- You know, this is good,
because we've known
Kelvin for years,
but we haven't had the pleasure
of getting to know
you yet, Keefe.
- Keefe is a sick break dancer.
- Well, you've
got their respect.
That's the most important thing.
- Most important thing.
- Hey, Blondie!
It is you!
- Oh. Oh, no.
- I know you!
- Yeah, buddy.
It's me, Clarence.
I own the Adult Emporium
off the highway.
You cleaned me out a
couple of days back...
Bought every last butt
buzzer I had in stock.
- I know.
- You should stop by next week.
We just got some
premium fuck dolls.
Take care, buddy!
- It's not what you think.
It's something we
did with your kids.
Why don't... Why
don't we all enjoy
some ice creams and
wieners together?
- ♪ Praise ♪
♪ Praise ♪
- Thank you, sir.
Good afternoon.
Pleasure to be a
part of this society.
- Who you plannin' to shoot?
- Ain't shootin' nobody.
I'm practicing some
potential moves
from my swearing-in ceremony.
- Like choreography
to music, or...
- No.
This is a very
serious organization.
Cape and Pistol
is the most elite
of ministers and pastors.
- Mm-hmm.
- You know, my daddy
was a lot older than me
when they finally swore him in.
And yet here I am,
my time to shine
finally, motherfuckers.
Nothing can stop me now.
- What the hell are
you doing, dummy?
- Can anybody have any
damn privacy around here?
- Pontius, can you take
Makayla and go somewhere?
- Like where?
You said we weren't
allowed in my room.
- You could go outside,
enjoy some nature.
Nature sucks.
Shit's boring.
- You know, you got a
really smart-ass mouth
for a little boy who
didn't get accepted
into one single college.
How come none of
them mouth smarts
are in your brain, dickhead?
Look, if you want to be a
winner like your old man,
who's being inducted into a
super exclusive organization,
you're going to college.
You can pick it or we will.
I bet you the boys
at the Citadel
would split your ass
like a pair of damn
Chinese chopsticks.
- You can pay for classes.
Don't mean I'll go.
- "Don't mean I'll go."
This little Pete Davidson
act you got going on
does not suit you.
Tattoos and a dumb-ass
haircut, it's not original.
You're not him.
- I'm not trying to
be Pete Davidson.
- Well, good,
because you're not.
Fuck my
parents. Let's go.
- I do not like his girlfriend.
- No, she definitely
seems like she's a bitch.
- Readin' about Hitler?
No, asshole.
John Adams.
One of the pleasures
of retirement is
you don't have to work on
a sermon on Sunday morning.
- You seen my boys?
They gonna be late for church.
Even if it is a TV show church.
- They left a couple hours ago.
- Well, where'd they go?
- Getting ready for church.
- ♪ When I get tired
and a little lonely ♪
♪ The world's turned
its cold back on me ♪
♪ When I'm about to swear ♪
♪ I ain't got a friend
left to my name ♪
♪ Instead of
sinking a little lower ♪
♪ I start making
tracks on over ♪
♪ To a place where the
sun shines day and night ♪
♪ And where I know
I'll hear you say ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take your coat off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take a load off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
shake the blues off ♪
♪ I'm gonna love
that frown away ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
put a smile on ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
tell me what's wrong ♪
♪ Come on in, the blues
will be long gone ♪
♪ I'm gonna love
your hurt away ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take your coat off, ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take a load off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
shake the blues off ♪
♪ I'm gonna love
that frown away ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take your coat off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take a load off ♪
♪ Come on in ♪
♪ Praise the Lord ♪
♪ His righteousness at hand ♪
♪ Holy war ♪
♪ The battle has begun ♪
♪ So praise the Lord ♪
♪ His righteous love has come ♪
- I know it.
- Y'all are crazy!
- Yeah, you're right.
- The haircuts are good.
But I don't love those suits.
What's that material?
- It's silk, Mama.
- I don't like how shiny it is.
- It's supposed to be shiny.
I think.
- It is.
That's considered good.
- Good for a lady's negligee.
A little loud and proud
for me, but that's fine.
- Damn, Aunt May-May.
You can't ever give it up.
Always talking that trash.
- I mean, their lives sure have
improved since coming here.
- Karl's presenting like a
straight up cunt-smasher now.
- Oh...
- Ugh.
- Hi, everybody!
- Peter!
- You got no
business here, Peter.
- I come in peace.
I'm here to
apologize to my sons,
and that's it.
All right, I'll make this quick.
Boys, I'm sorry.
I apologize. I was wrong.
I accused you of
bein' betrayers,
and now I know
that it wasn't you.
- Who was it, Pa?
- Lucas.
- Fat-ass Lucas.
- Mm-hmm.
- I believe it.
- Hmm.
- And now I'd like you to
come back home with me.
We got a brand-new place.
It's a beautiful old farm.
Like, real nice.
Tons of birds.
- They ain't going
nowhere with you.
You go home to
your tons of birds!
- I think the boys can
speak for themselves.
Well?
- Papa...
we got a good thing going here.
The Gemstones have
been like family.
- Because they gave you
some fancy haircuts, hmm?
Some new clothes?
You think you look
like... Like slick boys?
You look silly.
You look plain ridiculous!
- We ain't going, Pa.
Please leave.
- Yeah, read the room, dude.
- You're gonna read
the back of my hand,
you sass me again, Judy!
- You're gonna get your ass shot
if you don't get the
fuck out of here.
- Oh, who's gonna shoot me?
- I am.
- I was about to say
the same fuckin' thing.
- Beat us to the draw.
- Y'all Gemstones
are the rednecks.
Look at you.
Fine.
Old Gabriel is
gonna blow his horn,
and when he does, a
reckoning will come.
I think he might be
blowing that horn
a little sooner than you think!
Honk!
- Happened so fast,
I didn't have time to shoot him.
Why'd he honk my nose?
- I assume he identified you
as the weakest
person at this table.
- When did you guys get guns?
- "Keefe is creepy.
I'm not comfortable
with him around kids"?
I told
you, it's no good.
- This... this is bonkers.
What the fudge, Keefe?
You had one job.
It's your only responsibility.
What happened?
- I... I bumped into that fella
that I bought all the
bullets and the dildos
and the butt buzzers and
the plugs and stuff from
at the porno store,
and he outed me in
front of the parents.
Did you explain that you
bought all this stuff
on church business?
- I tried, but I
just couldn't seem
to articulate how buying
bunches of sex toys
was in the best
interest of the church.
- Keefe! Okay.
If you are not
capable of running
Parents and Teens United,
are you really qualified
to be my assistant youth pastor?
- No.
- Hmm?
- Yes.
- This is not good, Keefe.
Speak of this no more.
This kind of talk
makes my A-hole burn.
- I hate to think
I'm responsible
for your A-hole
burning, brother.
- ♪ It's like a
sense of stability ♪
- Learn to paint while
you drink fine wines?
You always know about
the coolest activities,
Lollipop.
- Well, Beej, your wife
is one of the cools.
- So cool.
Do you like my painting?
- Whoa.
- Is that your caca?
- He's my childhood pet, Rags.
- Is Rags an explosive
diarrhea that you named?
- He was my dog.
- Well, I never got the
pleasure to meet Rags,
so that's probably why
I don't recognize him.
It's just my gyno's office.
- Oh.
- They're just, like, texting me
about a routine
holes-and-folds checkup.
- Another one?
They sent it twice.
Robots. Uhh.
So annoying. Don't
send it twice.
I already got the appointment.
- Ew, somebody
sent me a dick pic.
I better text this guy back,
let him know he's got
the wrong recipient.
- No, BJ!
Just block it.
- Yeah, but some lucky
gal's missin' out
on that glorious cock shot.
- BJ, that's a perv! Okay?
That's like a old-school
dude in a raincoat
tryin' to flash people
to get his rocks off.
Okay. There, it's blocked.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Jeez Louise.
What was that all about?
- I'm just trying to do
a paint and sip class!
You know what I mean?
It was just, like,
constant medical texts.
How can somebody have a good
time with their husband?
Let's paint and sip.
- The cape shall embrace you
like the arms of Jesus Christ.
You wear it in
celebration of his love.
The pistol gives the
power to take life.
The Lord gave us free
will to do what we choose.
Thusly, it is a righteous
man who wears the pistol,
yet does no evil.
Jesse Gemstone, under
the eyes of God,
you are hereby inducted into
the Cape and Pistol Society.
- Congrats, Jesse.
A made man.
- That's right, finally a part
of the Cape and
motherfucking Pistol.
- Jesse, we don't talk like
that in Cape and Pistol.
- Oh, y'all don't do cuss words?
- No.
My bad.
Thanks for keepin' me in
the dark on that one, Daddy.
Anyway, it was a long ride,
but I knew eventually I
would make it to the top.
Course you knew.
Isn't that some kind of a
given for somebody like you?
- I'm sorry. How so?
- Well, maybe because
you're Eli Gemstone's son.
Maybe that's got
something to do with it.
- Nuh-uh.
I earned this on my own merits.
I run one of the
largest churches
in the entire country, okay?
So stop trippin', buddy.
Tell him, Daddy.
- Of course you earned it.
Just settle down, Jesse.
- Oh, Dr. Gemstone's
running defense.
I love it.
Just making an observation.
Whoo-whee, sucker!
- Don't you
"whoo-whee, sucker" me.
I observe that you have appeared
to have gotten some
sort of ass whuppin'.
- That's correct.
Didn't rob me or nothin'.
Just beat me.
- And the cops don't
know who did it?
- No, they don't.
I just thank the Lord
that my sister and
brother weren't around.
- I imagine it was just somebody
who was trying to teach
you a lesson in particular.
You know, maybe
somebody you crossed
or were very rude
to or something.
I don't know.
- Well, I'm not so sure.
- I am.
I'm sure.
Mmm, this brie is
the fucking tits.
- Excuse me!
- You're not supposed to
cuss in Cape and Pistol.
- Yeah, no fucking duh, dude.
My daddy already told me.
- It's a tenet,
a level of respect
we show each other.
- Show some respect, Jesse.
- Profanity in the chambers.
A white slap shall be issued.
- A white slap?
What the fuck is that?
- Hey! Jesse Gemstone!
Jesse! Look here!
Look.
Come on now.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- Hey, what you think?
I... I made it in!
I heard you was
being sworn in today.
Well, come on now.
Let me in. Hook me up.
- This is a secret society.
You can't just roll up in.
- It ain't too secret
if I heard about it.
Look here now.
If you ain't gonna
make "Bible Bonkers,"
maybe some of these other
influential Christians will.
- None of the men
of Cape and Pistol
are gonna give a fuck about
"Bible Bonkers," okay?
- Boy, I watched
you become a man,
but don't think I won't
bend you over my knee
and turn that fat ass red now.
- Ooh, I'd love to see you
turn this big fat ass red.
I'll give you 20 bucks.
Try it. See what happens.
- I don't need $20
to kick your ass.
- See what happens,
motherfucker.
- Let's go. Yeah, I'll
show you right here.
- What you gonna do,
you fucking old man?
Get the
fuck off of there.
Get that fuckin'...
- Go on back inside
your little fucking
Mickey Mouse Club then.
Goddamn Harry Potter wannabes.
- No, we're not.
- You know what?
You so hell bent on
running this church
the way your daddy did.
Only problem is, Jesse Gemstone,
you ain't your fuckin' Daddy.
- What did my Daddy have that
made him so fucking special?
- Well, for starters,
he had a star by
his side, your mama.
But you ain't got that.
What you got?
You got you and two
not-really-stars.
- Actually, that is
kind of the reality.
- Ain't no "kind
of" about it, Jesse.
Now, you want to
capture the magic,
you need your mama,
and I can give her to you now.
- What are you gonna do?
Dress up like her?
- Ain't nobody gonna put
on no female clothes.
I'm talking about resurrection.
Bringing her back to life.
- Uncle Baby Billy, I don't know
what the fuck you're smoking,
but I ain't buying it.
No one in our family trusts you.
I ain't about to start.
Thanks for coming
by and giving me
congratulations
on my inductsmans.
- Resurrection, boy.
From the ashes in fulfillment
of the scriptures.
Put her back on that stage.
Restore the Kingdom.
Come see me when you're
ready to believe in miracles!
What the hell was that?
- You got pocket gophers.
We're just doing a little
pest control for you.
- Sounded like a bomb went off.
- We made a little
homemade explosive
with some fertilizer, some gas.
One more, we'll have cleared
out the whole den for you.
- You know we've
got grounds crew
for that kind of stuff.
- Oh, we know.
But truthfully, they ain't
half as good as we are.
Plus, we just want to show you
we appreciate all
you done for us.
- I appreciate that thought,
and I'm real proud of the way
you stood up to your Daddy.
I know it wasn't easy.
We're happy you all are here.
- Here goes.
- You got scared.
No, I didn't.
You see any gophers?
- Not no more.
- Parents of teens,
good to see y'all.
Wow, all right.
Whoo! This is a good turnout.
Very cool, very cool.
So I just wanted to address
some of the letters I've
received in the SBC.
That is suggestion box comments.
- Well, the issue is simple.
We do not feel safe with
the assistant youth pastor.
We heard he's a
devil worshipper.
- See, that's false, all right?
Fake news.
No, Keefe is an
ex-Satan worshipper.
- I don't judge people's past.
I used to sell fireworks
on the side of the road.
But I don't want him
influencing our children.
- You don't have to worry
about Keefe around children.
All right? I vouch for him.
He is one of my closest
personal friends.
He is my dude.
- With all the rumors
swirling about you,
can't you see how
strange this all looks?
- There's rumors
swirling about me?
- Remove him, or
we remove our kids.
- Okay.
Thank you for your feedback.
Enjoy your Woks on Water.
- Well, I was hoping
Thomas would be here today.
He's my usual partner.
- Someone slashed all his tires.
He can't make it.
- Well, that's disturbing.
- We need to find
you a new partner.
- I'll play.
BJ, right?
Didn't recognize you.
You're always in
a suit at church.
- Well, don't let the
Versace couture fool you.
It's still me.
- Ah! What the hell?
- So you go to Salvation Center?
- I do. I do.
I'm Stephen.
I actually work with your lady.
- Oh, nice.
She's a lot of fun, right?
- Mm...
is she ever.
Should we rock out?
- Yeah, let's rock out.
Although I think pickleball is
a little bit more like jazz.
- Oh, yeah. Feels good.
Get the blood flowing again.
Lately it's all been
rushing to my cock.
- Oh, for real?
- Yeah, bro.
I've been hooking
up with this chick.
So hot.
Horniest gal I've ever met.
You should see how
wet her pussy gets.
I touch her, and it's just
instantly fucking dripping.
Fucking full-on rain puddles.
- Mm.
Well, thanks for filling in.
- Oh, I'm filling in, all right.
- I just meant that my
usual teammate, Thomas,
isn't here today.
- I'm talking
about how hopefully
I'll be filling in
this chick's pussy.
I dry humped her till I came.
Had the fucking map of Hawaiian
islands all down my slacks.
- Time out, you guys.
Time out.
Stephen, I have to say
I find what you're
saying offensive.
- Oh, do you?
- I don't really
enjoy poon-tang talk
with other fellas.
I know it's seen as
locker room chat,
but I find it to
be disrespectful.
- You're a weak
little fag, ain't you?
- No, I'm a straight cis male,
but I don't believe
that queer people
should be referenced
that way, regardless.
- You fellas gonna
play pickleball
or keep flapping them gums?
- Ahh!
I love her, you dick!
- Henry!
Oh, my God, you're
bleeding so much!
Is he on blood thinners?
- They say Jesus struggled
with the crosswords.
He always got stuck at 2 across.
You're going to hell, Eli.
- Maybe not today.
It's too nice out.
- Yeah, it is pretty
here in the garden.
I can see why
Aimee-Leigh liked it.
- It's not always a bad thing
to treat yourself nice, is it?
- Yeah, I could never
live like you do,
all the things you have.
- I was never jealous
of your riches.
But I am jealous that
your kids still love you.
That's more than I
can say about my own.
- Don't mistake
love for dependency.
I feel like one of them old
dogs with swollen nipples
you see on a ranch
searching for shade.
- You look like one too.
- Still, you know,
it's been three years
since those boys played
their instruments for me.
They refuse to because
they know it gives me joy.
That's how much they hate me.
- They don't hate you, May-May.
You're just hard
to love sometimes.
- I gave 'em everything I could.
Problem is, I never
had a damn thing.
- Today we are here to
discuss when people think
people might be
molesting people.
- Keefe's gotta go, Kelvin.
- What?
Okay.
Okay, I can't even
believe what I'm hearing.
Fire Keefe?
- He just can't be assistant
youth pastor anymore.
Martin thinks there
might be a place for him
in Immigrant Outreach.
- Okay, I like working
with Keefe closely.
- Okay.
- He'll be so crushed.
- Well, why don't
you think about
your own family's
feelings for once
instead of Keefe's, okay?
Do you know what it
feels like to be me?
Who fucking makes
sacrifices right and left
to run this shit?
- Why are you acting like
you're the only one doing stuff?
We all do stuff!
- Okay, well, the stuff
that your friend is doing,
the molesting or whatever
the fuck is going on there,
that is not good for the church.
- Church leaders have gotta
think about optics, Kelvin.
Okay? You need to
suck it up, homey.
- Like you sucked it up on tour?
- How fucking dare you!
You two.
Both of you, enough!
- Fucker! I'm gonna kick you.
- Enough!
- No, Jesse. Nah, son.
I don't like that.
I don't like you
acting like Daddy.
- Well, I don't like
how you're both acting,
like little immature babies.
Sit down.
- Sittin' down 'cause I want to.
- Well, this isn't fair, and
I think you all know that.
Martin, you got anything to say?
- Life is not fair.
And Keefe as assistant
youth pastor does not work.
This is not the hill
to die on, Kelvin.
I'm sorry.
- I'm just getting my
coffee. I'm leaving.
I vote no on
everything else today.
- The next thing we
were gonna vote for
was funding the battered
women's shelter.
- It's a no!
- Ran into your coworker Stephen
at the pickleball court.
- Pardon?
- Stephen?
Spiky haired man from music?
- What's up with him?
What'd he... what'd he
say? What'd he want?
- We played as a team,
but it was strange.
He started doing
graphic sex talk.
I didn't really get on board.
I kind of upset him.
- What kind of graphic sex talk?
That's so weird.
- Explicit descriptions
of sex acts
he'd done with a woman,
how her vaginal secretions
made full puddles on the ground,
how she liked it when he
shot into his own trousers.
It was kind of
gross, to be honest.
I said no thanks, and
he lashed out at me.
- The dude's a sicko, BJ.
He's got major
problems in his brain.
That's why he got fired.
- Stephen got fired?
- Mm-hmm.
- What for?
- I don't know, it was like
a Time's Up/Me Too type deal.
- That's why he was
so prickly with me.
He's upset he lost his job.
I should call him.
- What? No!
Don't you dare do that.
Just leave it alone.
- Sometimes when men boast,
they're really just insecure.
- Stop trying to
figure this dude out.
You are a good guy.
He is a very, very bad guy.
That's it.
- I didn't know you
felt so strongly.
I don't.
I feel like the
opposite of strongly.
Don't give a shit whether
the dude lives or dies.
In fact, I lean toward
hoping he dies today.
But also, I could care less.
- Well, well, well,
look who it is.
It's your favorite
cousin, Jesse.
Big, bad Jesse.
You ready for a miracle?
Nephew, prepare yourself.
- Here she comes.
- ♪ Old country lane
still looks the same ♪
♪ I long to lay down and
sleep in the meadow ♪
♪ And listen to the wind
from the valley and bends ♪
♪ A train whistle ♪
♪ I hear you a-comin' ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
- Hey buddy.
What you working on?
- I'm fashioning pieces
of construction paper
into crosses for the Youth
Group bulletin board.
But they keep coming
out like daggers.
- I'm sure it's fine, Keefe.
Uh, look.
I have to talk to you about
something, and it's...
well, it's not
easy to talk about.
- Mm.
Sexual stuff?
- No.
We're gonna move you
out of Youth Group,
but guess what.
I got you a gig in
Immigrant Outreach.
You're finally gonna get
to use your Cantonese!
Hung Ku!
That means very cool.
I looked it up.
- I understand.
I'm sorry for the trouble
I brought upon you.
- You are no trouble.
- You saved me.
And I will walk
the righteous path
from here on out because of you.
It's time I take
what I've learned
and put it to good use.
Alone, by myself.
- No, Keefe, we're just
shifting your position.
- I need to give you space so
that the air can be cleared.
- I don't want space.
- I'll move out.
- This is a big decision.
Take your time.
You should... You
should pray on it.
- I'll be out tomorrow.
You Gemstones are stars,
destined to burn bright.
Best I step aside.
- Keefe.
- Hey, sexy!
- So you're stalking
my husband now?
- I told you I wouldn't give up.
- Hey, Stephen, you gave it
the college try, all right?
But my decision stands.
This is never gonna happen.
It's a mistake I never,
ever should have made.
I love BJ.
- I hate Kristy.
I wish I could chop
her fucking head off
while she's making omelets.
- Okay, do it.
- I would.
- Whatever you do, I need
you to respect my wishes
and stop harassing me.
- Harassing you?
You want me, Judy.
- Nah, boy.
If I wanted you,
I would have you.
I was just doing what I
thought you're supposed to do
when you're a rock star.
I thought, "Hey, man,
"people want to fall in
love with me, suck my dick?
So be it."
It turns out I'm not
Daniel Lee Rothson.
I'm Judy Gemstone.
I'm BJ Barnes's bitch
and no one else's.
You're not half
the man that he is.
- It's funny you
should mention him.
- Judy?
What are you doing here?
- Called my old
pickleball partner here
to bury the hatchet.
See, I can't stand all
this lying anymore.
Exhausting to live that way.
So...
do you want to tell
him the truth, Judy?
Or do I have to?
- Hi, Mama.
- Uh-oh. What's goin' on?
Who died?
- We just thought
that we'd, uh...
We'd play our music for you.
- We're gonna play "Sinner,
You'd Better Get Ready,"
your favorite.
Two, three, four.
♪ Sinner, you'd
better get ready ♪
♪ Oh, you better get
ready, Hallelujah ♪
♪ Sinner, you'd
better get ready ♪
♪ Times are coming when
the sinner must die ♪
♪ Times are coming when
a sinner must die ♪
♪ Get prepared for
your judgment day ♪
- Oh, Pontius! What the fuck?
- Get the fuck out!
- Oh, my God.
- Put your fucking pants
on and come to my office.
♪ Times are comin'
when the sinner must die ♪
- ♪ About to be burned
in the flames of hell ♪
♪ Times are comin'
when the sinner must die ♪
- We were horny, so we fucked.
Big whoop.
- It is a big whoop, Pontius.
You're my son.
I'm the head of the church.
- Co-head.
- All right, you know what?
I was gonna be
cool, but fuck that.
The reason why
Makayla is allowed
to come to this house
is because we trust you.
But if you're gonna sit
there and put jizm on her
behind our backs, then you
can kiss that trust goodbye.
Trust is a gift that
should be cherished.
Life is tough.
When you allow yourself
to trust another person,
that takes some
of the weight off.
And that's why it stings extra
when that trust is betrayed.
- ♪ Better say your goodbyes ♪
♪ Times are coming
when the sinner must die ♪
- People do not
like having the rug
pulled out from underneath them.
Love can be lost.
Relationships can
be damaged forever.
It can take years
and years to mend
all that wasted fucking time.
Trust is the only thing
keeping the entire
house of cards standing.
Without it, we're left
with a shit-stained world
full of liars and cheats.
♪ Oh, you better
get ready, Hallelujah ♪
- Somebody gifting
you their trust
is a very, very powerful thing.
So breaking that trust is
the equivalent of saying,
"Hey buddy, fuck you.
I don't give a fuck
about what you think."
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want to
portray to me and your mom?
"Hey, Mom, hey, Dad, fuck you.
I don't give a fuck
about what you think."
Someone saying
"fuck you" to family
will not be tolerated
in this house.
As your father, have
I made myself clear?
- Yeah.
Whatever.
♪ Sinner must die ♪
- We love you, Mama.
- That was for you, Mama.
- You proud, Pa?
We do good?
- Five thousand pounds
of ammonium nitrate.
Stick that up Uncle Sam's ass
and blow him straight to Mars.
Yes.
You did good, boys.
- Did real good.
Brother Kelvin does it.
My nerves are in
knots right now.
- I can handle it
if you want me to.
- No.
He gave the
responsibility to me.
It's my duty to achieve.
Hiya.
I'll be today's leader for this
ice cream and wiener party.
Also... and this is also Taryn,
if you need anything.
- Hi.
- Where's Kelvin?
- Nothing bad has
happened to him.
He's not dead.
He believes in me
so much, he gave me
this opportunity
to prove myself.
- You know, this is good,
because we've known
Kelvin for years,
but we haven't had the pleasure
of getting to know
you yet, Keefe.
- Keefe is a sick break dancer.
- Well, you've
got their respect.
That's the most important thing.
- Most important thing.
- Hey, Blondie!
It is you!
- Oh. Oh, no.
- I know you!
- Yeah, buddy.
It's me, Clarence.
I own the Adult Emporium
off the highway.
You cleaned me out a
couple of days back...
Bought every last butt
buzzer I had in stock.
- I know.
- You should stop by next week.
We just got some
premium fuck dolls.
Take care, buddy!
- It's not what you think.
It's something we
did with your kids.
Why don't... Why
don't we all enjoy
some ice creams and
wieners together?
- ♪ Praise ♪
♪ Praise ♪
- Thank you, sir.
Good afternoon.
Pleasure to be a
part of this society.
- Who you plannin' to shoot?
- Ain't shootin' nobody.
I'm practicing some
potential moves
from my swearing-in ceremony.
- Like choreography
to music, or...
- No.
This is a very
serious organization.
Cape and Pistol
is the most elite
of ministers and pastors.
- Mm-hmm.
- You know, my daddy
was a lot older than me
when they finally swore him in.
And yet here I am,
my time to shine
finally, motherfuckers.
Nothing can stop me now.
- What the hell are
you doing, dummy?
- Can anybody have any
damn privacy around here?
- Pontius, can you take
Makayla and go somewhere?
- Like where?
You said we weren't
allowed in my room.
- You could go outside,
enjoy some nature.
Nature sucks.
Shit's boring.
- You know, you got a
really smart-ass mouth
for a little boy who
didn't get accepted
into one single college.
How come none of
them mouth smarts
are in your brain, dickhead?
Look, if you want to be a
winner like your old man,
who's being inducted into a
super exclusive organization,
you're going to college.
You can pick it or we will.
I bet you the boys
at the Citadel
would split your ass
like a pair of damn
Chinese chopsticks.
- You can pay for classes.
Don't mean I'll go.
- "Don't mean I'll go."
This little Pete Davidson
act you got going on
does not suit you.
Tattoos and a dumb-ass
haircut, it's not original.
You're not him.
- I'm not trying to
be Pete Davidson.
- Well, good,
because you're not.
Fuck my
parents. Let's go.
- I do not like his girlfriend.
- No, she definitely
seems like she's a bitch.
- Readin' about Hitler?
No, asshole.
John Adams.
One of the pleasures
of retirement is
you don't have to work on
a sermon on Sunday morning.
- You seen my boys?
They gonna be late for church.
Even if it is a TV show church.
- They left a couple hours ago.
- Well, where'd they go?
- Getting ready for church.
- ♪ When I get tired
and a little lonely ♪
♪ The world's turned
its cold back on me ♪
♪ When I'm about to swear ♪
♪ I ain't got a friend
left to my name ♪
♪ Instead of
sinking a little lower ♪
♪ I start making
tracks on over ♪
♪ To a place where the
sun shines day and night ♪
♪ And where I know
I'll hear you say ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take your coat off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take a load off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
shake the blues off ♪
♪ I'm gonna love
that frown away ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
put a smile on ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
tell me what's wrong ♪
♪ Come on in, the blues
will be long gone ♪
♪ I'm gonna love
your hurt away ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take your coat off, ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take a load off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
shake the blues off ♪
♪ I'm gonna love
that frown away ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take your coat off ♪
♪ Come on in, baby,
take a load off ♪
♪ Come on in ♪
♪ Praise the Lord ♪
♪ His righteousness at hand ♪
♪ Holy war ♪
♪ The battle has begun ♪
♪ So praise the Lord ♪
♪ His righteous love has come ♪
- I know it.
- Y'all are crazy!
- Yeah, you're right.
- The haircuts are good.
But I don't love those suits.
What's that material?
- It's silk, Mama.
- I don't like how shiny it is.
- It's supposed to be shiny.
I think.
- It is.
That's considered good.
- Good for a lady's negligee.
A little loud and proud
for me, but that's fine.
- Damn, Aunt May-May.
You can't ever give it up.
Always talking that trash.
- I mean, their lives sure have
improved since coming here.
- Karl's presenting like a
straight up cunt-smasher now.
- Oh...
- Ugh.
- Hi, everybody!
- Peter!
- You got no
business here, Peter.
- I come in peace.
I'm here to
apologize to my sons,
and that's it.
All right, I'll make this quick.
Boys, I'm sorry.
I apologize. I was wrong.
I accused you of
bein' betrayers,
and now I know
that it wasn't you.
- Who was it, Pa?
- Lucas.
- Fat-ass Lucas.
- Mm-hmm.
- I believe it.
- Hmm.
- And now I'd like you to
come back home with me.
We got a brand-new place.
It's a beautiful old farm.
Like, real nice.
Tons of birds.
- They ain't going
nowhere with you.
You go home to
your tons of birds!
- I think the boys can
speak for themselves.
Well?
- Papa...
we got a good thing going here.
The Gemstones have
been like family.
- Because they gave you
some fancy haircuts, hmm?
Some new clothes?
You think you look
like... Like slick boys?
You look silly.
You look plain ridiculous!
- We ain't going, Pa.
Please leave.
- Yeah, read the room, dude.
- You're gonna read
the back of my hand,
you sass me again, Judy!
- You're gonna get your ass shot
if you don't get the
fuck out of here.
- Oh, who's gonna shoot me?
- I am.
- I was about to say
the same fuckin' thing.
- Beat us to the draw.
- Y'all Gemstones
are the rednecks.
Look at you.
Fine.
Old Gabriel is
gonna blow his horn,
and when he does, a
reckoning will come.
I think he might be
blowing that horn
a little sooner than you think!
Honk!
- Happened so fast,
I didn't have time to shoot him.
Why'd he honk my nose?
- I assume he identified you
as the weakest
person at this table.
- When did you guys get guns?
- "Keefe is creepy.
I'm not comfortable
with him around kids"?
I told
you, it's no good.
- This... this is bonkers.
What the fudge, Keefe?
You had one job.
It's your only responsibility.
What happened?
- I... I bumped into that fella
that I bought all the
bullets and the dildos
and the butt buzzers and
the plugs and stuff from
at the porno store,
and he outed me in
front of the parents.
Did you explain that you
bought all this stuff
on church business?
- I tried, but I
just couldn't seem
to articulate how buying
bunches of sex toys
was in the best
interest of the church.
- Keefe! Okay.
If you are not
capable of running
Parents and Teens United,
are you really qualified
to be my assistant youth pastor?
- No.
- Hmm?
- Yes.
- This is not good, Keefe.
Speak of this no more.
This kind of talk
makes my A-hole burn.
- I hate to think
I'm responsible
for your A-hole
burning, brother.
- ♪ It's like a
sense of stability ♪
- Learn to paint while
you drink fine wines?
You always know about
the coolest activities,
Lollipop.
- Well, Beej, your wife
is one of the cools.
- So cool.
Do you like my painting?
- Whoa.
- Is that your caca?
- He's my childhood pet, Rags.
- Is Rags an explosive
diarrhea that you named?
- He was my dog.
- Well, I never got the
pleasure to meet Rags,
so that's probably why
I don't recognize him.
It's just my gyno's office.
- Oh.
- They're just, like, texting me
about a routine
holes-and-folds checkup.
- Another one?
They sent it twice.
Robots. Uhh.
So annoying. Don't
send it twice.
I already got the appointment.
- Ew, somebody
sent me a dick pic.
I better text this guy back,
let him know he's got
the wrong recipient.
- No, BJ!
Just block it.
- Yeah, but some lucky
gal's missin' out
on that glorious cock shot.
- BJ, that's a perv! Okay?
That's like a old-school
dude in a raincoat
tryin' to flash people
to get his rocks off.
Okay. There, it's blocked.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Jeez Louise.
What was that all about?
- I'm just trying to do
a paint and sip class!
You know what I mean?
It was just, like,
constant medical texts.
How can somebody have a good
time with their husband?
Let's paint and sip.
- The cape shall embrace you
like the arms of Jesus Christ.
You wear it in
celebration of his love.
The pistol gives the
power to take life.
The Lord gave us free
will to do what we choose.
Thusly, it is a righteous
man who wears the pistol,
yet does no evil.
Jesse Gemstone, under
the eyes of God,
you are hereby inducted into
the Cape and Pistol Society.
- Congrats, Jesse.
A made man.
- That's right, finally a part
of the Cape and
motherfucking Pistol.
- Jesse, we don't talk like
that in Cape and Pistol.
- Oh, y'all don't do cuss words?
- No.
My bad.
Thanks for keepin' me in
the dark on that one, Daddy.
Anyway, it was a long ride,
but I knew eventually I
would make it to the top.
Course you knew.
Isn't that some kind of a
given for somebody like you?
- I'm sorry. How so?
- Well, maybe because
you're Eli Gemstone's son.
Maybe that's got
something to do with it.
- Nuh-uh.
I earned this on my own merits.
I run one of the
largest churches
in the entire country, okay?
So stop trippin', buddy.
Tell him, Daddy.
- Of course you earned it.
Just settle down, Jesse.
- Oh, Dr. Gemstone's
running defense.
I love it.
Just making an observation.
Whoo-whee, sucker!
- Don't you
"whoo-whee, sucker" me.
I observe that you have appeared
to have gotten some
sort of ass whuppin'.
- That's correct.
Didn't rob me or nothin'.
Just beat me.
- And the cops don't
know who did it?
- No, they don't.
I just thank the Lord
that my sister and
brother weren't around.
- I imagine it was just somebody
who was trying to teach
you a lesson in particular.
You know, maybe
somebody you crossed
or were very rude
to or something.
I don't know.
- Well, I'm not so sure.
- I am.
I'm sure.
Mmm, this brie is
the fucking tits.
- Excuse me!
- You're not supposed to
cuss in Cape and Pistol.
- Yeah, no fucking duh, dude.
My daddy already told me.
- It's a tenet,
a level of respect
we show each other.
- Show some respect, Jesse.
- Profanity in the chambers.
A white slap shall be issued.
- A white slap?
What the fuck is that?
- Hey! Jesse Gemstone!
Jesse! Look here!
Look.
Come on now.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- Hey, what you think?
I... I made it in!
I heard you was
being sworn in today.
Well, come on now.
Let me in. Hook me up.
- This is a secret society.
You can't just roll up in.
- It ain't too secret
if I heard about it.
Look here now.
If you ain't gonna
make "Bible Bonkers,"
maybe some of these other
influential Christians will.
- None of the men
of Cape and Pistol
are gonna give a fuck about
"Bible Bonkers," okay?
- Boy, I watched
you become a man,
but don't think I won't
bend you over my knee
and turn that fat ass red now.
- Ooh, I'd love to see you
turn this big fat ass red.
I'll give you 20 bucks.
Try it. See what happens.
- I don't need $20
to kick your ass.
- See what happens,
motherfucker.
- Let's go. Yeah, I'll
show you right here.
- What you gonna do,
you fucking old man?
Get the
fuck off of there.
Get that fuckin'...
- Go on back inside
your little fucking
Mickey Mouse Club then.
Goddamn Harry Potter wannabes.
- No, we're not.
- You know what?
You so hell bent on
running this church
the way your daddy did.
Only problem is, Jesse Gemstone,
you ain't your fuckin' Daddy.
- What did my Daddy have that
made him so fucking special?
- Well, for starters,
he had a star by
his side, your mama.
But you ain't got that.
What you got?
You got you and two
not-really-stars.
- Actually, that is
kind of the reality.
- Ain't no "kind
of" about it, Jesse.
Now, you want to
capture the magic,
you need your mama,
and I can give her to you now.
- What are you gonna do?
Dress up like her?
- Ain't nobody gonna put
on no female clothes.
I'm talking about resurrection.
Bringing her back to life.
- Uncle Baby Billy, I don't know
what the fuck you're smoking,
but I ain't buying it.
No one in our family trusts you.
I ain't about to start.
Thanks for coming
by and giving me
congratulations
on my inductsmans.
- Resurrection, boy.
From the ashes in fulfillment
of the scriptures.
Put her back on that stage.
Restore the Kingdom.
Come see me when you're
ready to believe in miracles!
What the hell was that?
- You got pocket gophers.
We're just doing a little
pest control for you.
- Sounded like a bomb went off.
- We made a little
homemade explosive
with some fertilizer, some gas.
One more, we'll have cleared
out the whole den for you.
- You know we've
got grounds crew
for that kind of stuff.
- Oh, we know.
But truthfully, they ain't
half as good as we are.
Plus, we just want to show you
we appreciate all
you done for us.
- I appreciate that thought,
and I'm real proud of the way
you stood up to your Daddy.
I know it wasn't easy.
We're happy you all are here.
- Here goes.
- You got scared.
No, I didn't.
You see any gophers?
- Not no more.
- Parents of teens,
good to see y'all.
Wow, all right.
Whoo! This is a good turnout.
Very cool, very cool.
So I just wanted to address
some of the letters I've
received in the SBC.
That is suggestion box comments.
- Well, the issue is simple.
We do not feel safe with
the assistant youth pastor.
We heard he's a
devil worshipper.
- See, that's false, all right?
Fake news.
No, Keefe is an
ex-Satan worshipper.
- I don't judge people's past.
I used to sell fireworks
on the side of the road.
But I don't want him
influencing our children.
- You don't have to worry
about Keefe around children.
All right? I vouch for him.
He is one of my closest
personal friends.
He is my dude.
- With all the rumors
swirling about you,
can't you see how
strange this all looks?
- There's rumors
swirling about me?
- Remove him, or
we remove our kids.
- Okay.
Thank you for your feedback.
Enjoy your Woks on Water.
- Well, I was hoping
Thomas would be here today.
He's my usual partner.
- Someone slashed all his tires.
He can't make it.
- Well, that's disturbing.
- We need to find
you a new partner.
- I'll play.
BJ, right?
Didn't recognize you.
You're always in
a suit at church.
- Well, don't let the
Versace couture fool you.
It's still me.
- Ah! What the hell?
- So you go to Salvation Center?
- I do. I do.
I'm Stephen.
I actually work with your lady.
- Oh, nice.
She's a lot of fun, right?
- Mm...
is she ever.
Should we rock out?
- Yeah, let's rock out.
Although I think pickleball is
a little bit more like jazz.
- Oh, yeah. Feels good.
Get the blood flowing again.
Lately it's all been
rushing to my cock.
- Oh, for real?
- Yeah, bro.
I've been hooking
up with this chick.
So hot.
Horniest gal I've ever met.
You should see how
wet her pussy gets.
I touch her, and it's just
instantly fucking dripping.
Fucking full-on rain puddles.
- Mm.
Well, thanks for filling in.
- Oh, I'm filling in, all right.
- I just meant that my
usual teammate, Thomas,
isn't here today.
- I'm talking
about how hopefully
I'll be filling in
this chick's pussy.
I dry humped her till I came.
Had the fucking map of Hawaiian
islands all down my slacks.
- Time out, you guys.
Time out.
Stephen, I have to say
I find what you're
saying offensive.
- Oh, do you?
- I don't really
enjoy poon-tang talk
with other fellas.
I know it's seen as
locker room chat,
but I find it to
be disrespectful.
- You're a weak
little fag, ain't you?
- No, I'm a straight cis male,
but I don't believe
that queer people
should be referenced
that way, regardless.
- You fellas gonna
play pickleball
or keep flapping them gums?
- Ahh!
I love her, you dick!
- Henry!
Oh, my God, you're
bleeding so much!
Is he on blood thinners?
- They say Jesus struggled
with the crosswords.
He always got stuck at 2 across.
You're going to hell, Eli.
- Maybe not today.
It's too nice out.
- Yeah, it is pretty
here in the garden.
I can see why
Aimee-Leigh liked it.
- It's not always a bad thing
to treat yourself nice, is it?
- Yeah, I could never
live like you do,
all the things you have.
- I was never jealous
of your riches.
But I am jealous that
your kids still love you.
That's more than I
can say about my own.
- Don't mistake
love for dependency.
I feel like one of them old
dogs with swollen nipples
you see on a ranch
searching for shade.
- You look like one too.
- Still, you know,
it's been three years
since those boys played
their instruments for me.
They refuse to because
they know it gives me joy.
That's how much they hate me.
- They don't hate you, May-May.
You're just hard
to love sometimes.
- I gave 'em everything I could.
Problem is, I never
had a damn thing.
- Today we are here to
discuss when people think
people might be
molesting people.
- Keefe's gotta go, Kelvin.
- What?
Okay.
Okay, I can't even
believe what I'm hearing.
Fire Keefe?
- He just can't be assistant
youth pastor anymore.
Martin thinks there
might be a place for him
in Immigrant Outreach.
- Okay, I like working
with Keefe closely.
- Okay.
- He'll be so crushed.
- Well, why don't
you think about
your own family's
feelings for once
instead of Keefe's, okay?
Do you know what it
feels like to be me?
Who fucking makes
sacrifices right and left
to run this shit?
- Why are you acting like
you're the only one doing stuff?
We all do stuff!
- Okay, well, the stuff
that your friend is doing,
the molesting or whatever
the fuck is going on there,
that is not good for the church.
- Church leaders have gotta
think about optics, Kelvin.
Okay? You need to
suck it up, homey.
- Like you sucked it up on tour?
- How fucking dare you!
You two.
Both of you, enough!
- Fucker! I'm gonna kick you.
- Enough!
- No, Jesse. Nah, son.
I don't like that.
I don't like you
acting like Daddy.
- Well, I don't like
how you're both acting,
like little immature babies.
Sit down.
- Sittin' down 'cause I want to.
- Well, this isn't fair, and
I think you all know that.
Martin, you got anything to say?
- Life is not fair.
And Keefe as assistant
youth pastor does not work.
This is not the hill
to die on, Kelvin.
I'm sorry.
- I'm just getting my
coffee. I'm leaving.
I vote no on
everything else today.
- The next thing we
were gonna vote for
was funding the battered
women's shelter.
- It's a no!
- Ran into your coworker Stephen
at the pickleball court.
- Pardon?
- Stephen?
Spiky haired man from music?
- What's up with him?
What'd he... what'd he
say? What'd he want?
- We played as a team,
but it was strange.
He started doing
graphic sex talk.
I didn't really get on board.
I kind of upset him.
- What kind of graphic sex talk?
That's so weird.
- Explicit descriptions
of sex acts
he'd done with a woman,
how her vaginal secretions
made full puddles on the ground,
how she liked it when he
shot into his own trousers.
It was kind of
gross, to be honest.
I said no thanks, and
he lashed out at me.
- The dude's a sicko, BJ.
He's got major
problems in his brain.
That's why he got fired.
- Stephen got fired?
- Mm-hmm.
- What for?
- I don't know, it was like
a Time's Up/Me Too type deal.
- That's why he was
so prickly with me.
He's upset he lost his job.
I should call him.
- What? No!
Don't you dare do that.
Just leave it alone.
- Sometimes when men boast,
they're really just insecure.
- Stop trying to
figure this dude out.
You are a good guy.
He is a very, very bad guy.
That's it.
- I didn't know you
felt so strongly.
I don't.
I feel like the
opposite of strongly.
Don't give a shit whether
the dude lives or dies.
In fact, I lean toward
hoping he dies today.
But also, I could care less.
- Well, well, well,
look who it is.
It's your favorite
cousin, Jesse.
Big, bad Jesse.
You ready for a miracle?
Nephew, prepare yourself.
- Here she comes.
- ♪ Old country lane
still looks the same ♪
♪ I long to lay down and
sleep in the meadow ♪
♪ And listen to the wind
from the valley and bends ♪
♪ A train whistle ♪
♪ I hear you a-comin' ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
- Hey buddy.
What you working on?
- I'm fashioning pieces
of construction paper
into crosses for the Youth
Group bulletin board.
But they keep coming
out like daggers.
- I'm sure it's fine, Keefe.
Uh, look.
I have to talk to you about
something, and it's...
well, it's not
easy to talk about.
- Mm.
Sexual stuff?
- No.
We're gonna move you
out of Youth Group,
but guess what.
I got you a gig in
Immigrant Outreach.
You're finally gonna get
to use your Cantonese!
Hung Ku!
That means very cool.
I looked it up.
- I understand.
I'm sorry for the trouble
I brought upon you.
- You are no trouble.
- You saved me.
And I will walk
the righteous path
from here on out because of you.
It's time I take
what I've learned
and put it to good use.
Alone, by myself.
- No, Keefe, we're just
shifting your position.
- I need to give you space so
that the air can be cleared.
- I don't want space.
- I'll move out.
- This is a big decision.
Take your time.
You should... You
should pray on it.
- I'll be out tomorrow.
You Gemstones are stars,
destined to burn bright.
Best I step aside.
- Keefe.
- Hey, sexy!
- So you're stalking
my husband now?
- I told you I wouldn't give up.
- Hey, Stephen, you gave it
the college try, all right?
But my decision stands.
This is never gonna happen.
It's a mistake I never,
ever should have made.
I love BJ.
- I hate Kristy.
I wish I could chop
her fucking head off
while she's making omelets.
- Okay, do it.
- I would.
- Whatever you do, I need
you to respect my wishes
and stop harassing me.
- Harassing you?
You want me, Judy.
- Nah, boy.
If I wanted you,
I would have you.
I was just doing what I
thought you're supposed to do
when you're a rock star.
I thought, "Hey, man,
"people want to fall in
love with me, suck my dick?
So be it."
It turns out I'm not
Daniel Lee Rothson.
I'm Judy Gemstone.
I'm BJ Barnes's bitch
and no one else's.
You're not half
the man that he is.
- It's funny you
should mention him.
- Judy?
What are you doing here?
- Called my old
pickleball partner here
to bury the hatchet.
See, I can't stand all
this lying anymore.
Exhausting to live that way.
So...
do you want to tell
him the truth, Judy?
Or do I have to?
- Hi, Mama.
- Uh-oh. What's goin' on?
Who died?
- We just thought
that we'd, uh...
We'd play our music for you.
- We're gonna play "Sinner,
You'd Better Get Ready,"
your favorite.
Two, three, four.
♪ Sinner, you'd
better get ready ♪
♪ Oh, you better get
ready, Hallelujah ♪
♪ Sinner, you'd
better get ready ♪
♪ Times are coming when
the sinner must die ♪
♪ Times are coming when
a sinner must die ♪
♪ Get prepared for
your judgment day ♪
- Oh, Pontius! What the fuck?
- Get the fuck out!
- Oh, my God.
- Put your fucking pants
on and come to my office.
♪ Times are comin'
when the sinner must die ♪
- ♪ About to be burned
in the flames of hell ♪
♪ Times are comin'
when the sinner must die ♪
- We were horny, so we fucked.
Big whoop.
- It is a big whoop, Pontius.
You're my son.
I'm the head of the church.
- Co-head.
- All right, you know what?
I was gonna be
cool, but fuck that.
The reason why
Makayla is allowed
to come to this house
is because we trust you.
But if you're gonna sit
there and put jizm on her
behind our backs, then you
can kiss that trust goodbye.
Trust is a gift that
should be cherished.
Life is tough.
When you allow yourself
to trust another person,
that takes some
of the weight off.
And that's why it stings extra
when that trust is betrayed.
- ♪ Better say your goodbyes ♪
♪ Times are coming
when the sinner must die ♪
- People do not
like having the rug
pulled out from underneath them.
Love can be lost.
Relationships can
be damaged forever.
It can take years
and years to mend
all that wasted fucking time.
Trust is the only thing
keeping the entire
house of cards standing.
Without it, we're left
with a shit-stained world
full of liars and cheats.
♪ Oh, you better
get ready, Hallelujah ♪
- Somebody gifting
you their trust
is a very, very powerful thing.
So breaking that trust is
the equivalent of saying,
"Hey buddy, fuck you.
I don't give a fuck
about what you think."
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want to
portray to me and your mom?
"Hey, Mom, hey, Dad, fuck you.
I don't give a fuck
about what you think."
Someone saying
"fuck you" to family
will not be tolerated
in this house.
As your father, have
I made myself clear?
- Yeah.
Whatever.
♪ Sinner must die ♪
- We love you, Mama.
- That was for you, Mama.
- You proud, Pa?
We do good?
- Five thousand pounds
of ammonium nitrate.
Stick that up Uncle Sam's ass
and blow him straight to Mars.
Yes.
You did good, boys.
- Did real good.