Original subtitles

(ARROWS WHOOSHING)

(BRICKS RUMBLING)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

♪ I gotta fire burnin' low, yeah ♪

♪ But burnin' steady as she goes, yeah ♪

♪ I've got this fire burning low, see ♪

♪ It's burned a hole inside a me, yeah ♪

♪ Be it me or be it you ♪

♪ I'll keep it burning till the burning's through ♪

♪ Be it me or be it you ♪

♪ I'll keep it burning till the burning's through ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Cursed men they come and go, yeah ♪

♪ Band with that devil down below, yeah ♪

♪ This is the fate that they have chose, yeah ♪

♪ My fire raging in their bones, yeah ♪

♪ Until I've purified anew ♪

♪ I'll keep on burning till the burning's through ♪

♪ Until I've purified anew ♪

♪ I'll keep on burning till the burning's through ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You see my fire burning slow, yeah ♪

♪ You feel that heat beneath my coals, yeah ♪

♪ This fire burns me up inside, yeah ♪

♪ It lights my way so none can hide, yeah ♪

♪ There is not one thing you can do ♪

♪ I will keep burning till the burning's through ♪

♪ There is not one thing you can do ♪

♪ I will keep burning till the burning's through ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ There is not one thing you can do ♪

♪ I will keep burning till the burning's through ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

ENOCH: Hey Ish,

do you recall what kind of reprobates

I hate the most this-- this here life?

Blasphemers and whoremongers.

ENOCH: Worser.

Mormons?

Violent misogynists.

Hmm.

Better be praying to Christ, you ain't talking to me.

Christ stopped taking up our prayers a long time ago.

(GUN CLICKS)

(♪♪♪)

Just this one time.

You say that every time.

You been awful quiet through this ruckus?

Usually at this part, there's a mess of crying

and bargaining.

DEAD MAN: I figure I used up all my bargaining.

(DRAGS CIGARETTE)

No way I'm gonna outpace fate.

(ISHMAEL CHUCKLING)

Well, I'll be.

This one's smarter than a flick of a tit in winter.

But one request

before I go violently into that good night.

Please, tell my family--

-(GUNSHOT) -(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(PEOPLE CLAMOR)

Excuse me.

(CHAIR DRAGS ON FLOOR)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(CHUCKLES)

Y'all lucky we ain't a couple of murderers out marauding.

Else you'd be carcasses about now.

Ain't murderers?

You just executed my cousin!

ABE: Don't be ignant.

All we's executed was his contracts.

Now, don't-- don't-- don't kill me.

I said we ain't

m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- murderers.

(CHUCKLES)

(♪♪♪)

Murderers kill 'cause they want to.

Suckin' up some kind of pre-verted pleasure from it.

Me and my brothers are killers, 'cause we got to.

There ain't no pleasure in it.

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

Now, my little brother here

would be giddy as a dead pig in sunshine

to put a quiet pill between your eyes.

But that kind of sick fun sounds an awful lot

like something a murderer would do, don't it?

And we ain't murderers.

(GROANS)

CHAWBONE: Horse shit!

You're the goddamn devil hisself.

Who's gonna take him?

You mind if I take this one?

It's Abe's turn.

-It's all yours. -It's your turn.

(♪♪♪)

Don't go interruptin' me this time.

Okay. On three.

One...

We're the goddamn Daylong Brothers.

We got three different mamas and the same sumbitch daddy

who sold our eternal souls to the devil

before we was even born.

And we're rainin' down holy terror to get 'em back.

And anyone--

And anyone standin' in our way will be scoopin' dirt--

-Ishmael! -Or screamin' for hell!

You can't help, but be a goddamn bastard!

Don't blaspheme, you Philistine!

You just cut right in. And say what you want.

Of course not! I got the flick knife thing--

ENOCH: With the gun and whatnot!

But you're dumb to notice!

Little crumb-snatcher swiped my keys.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(♪♪♪)

Now, Enoch, who's drivin'?

-Me. -You don't got your gloves on.

I'll hold the keys while you get your gloves.

(CHUCKLES)

(♪♪♪)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(♪♪♪)

-ENOCH: Slow down! -ISHMAEL: All right.

ENOCH: Slow down!

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

Just got to hate this catiwampus outhouse!

Don't blaspheme this here vehicle.

ENOCH (OVERLAPPING SPEECH): If you're never gonna do us in,

this cockamamie coffin is gonna spew us

into a goddamn blasted ditch!

-Don't be cursin'! -ENOCH: I'm not cursin'!

I'm just expressin' myself.

-Why don't you fix the car? -ISHMAEL: It is fixed.

ENOCH: That ain't fixed!

-MAN 1: (ON PHONE) The crossroads? -Yeah.

MAN 1: (ON PHONE) I'll be there in a jiffy.

ENOCH: Well, do it better or somethin'!

ISHMAEL: Oh.

(SIGHS)

He comin' or what?

(♪♪♪)

All's I'm sayin' is, we've gutted fish before, right?

Now, granted,

they're a little smaller than what we're talkin' about.

But it's like the same thing.

ISHMAEL: The good book says whale.

I ain't never seen whale guts before, have you?

ENOCH: Well, all's I'm sayin' is

that there's not much room in there, boys.

ISHMAEL: You comin' off like a harebrained heretic.

ISHMAEL: I'ma sure visit you in hell.

Oh, you gonna be roastin' right next to me, you stupid dingus!

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(HORN BLARING)

(♪♪♪)

Mornin', fellas.

Spot of car trouble, have ya?

Yeah, I know somebody I can call.

Huh. For you, anything.

Oh!

My three wise malingering men, yeah.

They give me gifts as fine as turkey!

Oh!

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

By our count

this here's all but the last of them.

I can't help but feel an ever-so-slight

twinge of sentimentality

as we near the end of our bountiful partnership.

One is left wonderin', however,

as to how you might apply your particular talents

once our arrangement comes to a close.

(CHUCKLES)

This isn't it exactly the occupation of the redeemed, is it?

Hunting and murdering the damned.

Ah!

We ain't murderers, you slippery mung.

-That's right. -CLARENCE: Apologies.

What I meant to say was crusaders on a righteous quest.

Crusaders?

ENOCH: Ah.

Huh.

Well, that goes down real smooth.

All right, boys.

We are nearing our grand finale.

Only one solitary damned soul left to slaughter.

I'll hit my quota

and you will have what you so desperately yearn for.

The worst villain of them all.

Dear old Dad.

Huh?

(♪♪♪)

He was only a boy, you know.

Just a boy the night he shook that fiery hand.

Enjoy yourselves, boys.

(CROWS CAWING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I'mma fill his skull with daylight.

(♪♪♪)

Oh would I like to talk to you about some stuff.

(♪♪♪)

(DRAGS CIGARETTE)

(SPITS)

(DRAGS CIGARETTE)

(GRUNTS, WHISTLES)

(♪♪♪)

Oh my!

What blessing has the Lord

chosen to bestow upon me this day?

This New Hope?

You'll have to forgive my little brother here.

He's crippled in a way a walking cane can't help.

-(CHUCKLES) -ENOCH: No, I ain't!

Jesus, God damn--

Don't blaspheme.

Your face.

Oh.

Uh, are you boys hungry?

I got some leftovers in there from this morning's potluck.

Got some of Mrs. Watson's Brunswick stew

that'll just make your taste buds

think the angels are dancing on 'em. (CHUCKLES)

You planning on doing some digging?

Um...

I've been known to move grave dirt in my past life.

Might could lend you a hand.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, um...

Do I know you boys from somewheres?

ABE: Never been one for church-going,

but you have got a beautiful house of worship here.

(♪♪♪)

Real secluded like.

(CHUCKLES)

(SHOUTS)

-You was right, Enoch. -(GUN CLICKS)

Double barrel behind the door.

Fancy one, too.

(ENOCH CHUCKLING)

Don't you just love being right, Reverend?

I had a deal!

Well, the devil's calling the debt.

ABE: Gotta read the fine print.

(YELLS)

Aah!

Hand me your belt.

Fork no. Use your own.

Hang in there, Rev.

Don't want you leaking out just yet.

(GRUNTS)

(♪♪♪)

(SHOUTS)

Whoa! Easy there, brother.

No need to go off the script. We got him by the curlies.

No need rushing.

Rev, you've been busier

than a one-armed monkey with two jimmies.

(CHUCKLES) Rapin' and clobberin' these sweet little congregates

will keep you busy till rapture.

(STUMPWATER SCREAMS)

How did you find me?

The devil keeps track of his own.

ENOCH: You know, we've seen trades for fame, women.

Enough money to burn a wet mule.

Heck, one fella just wanted a bigger pecker.

(CHUCKLES)

But your deal is something more nefglorius.

Nefarious.

Nefarious.

Well, well,

the good lord saw fit to give me particular appetites.

And the Old Dragon was kind enough

to help me satiate 'em.

Traded my-- my soul for privacy!

(CHUCKLES)

Well, you must have been pulverized

-(SCREAMS) -when we rolled up, weren't you?

I can tell by the heap of fear pouring out your eyes

you know who we is, don't you?

(PANTING)

(♪♪♪)

Let no man deceive thee, for that day shall not come,

except there come a falling away...

ABE: And that man of sin be revealed.

The Sons of Perdition.

See now, you done got yours burnt in.

You asked for your Goddamned covenant of your own volition.

But we's three, we inherited our damnation.

(STUMPWATER SOBBING)

Oh, come now.

This is a privilege, Rev.

Mm-hmm.

Today's a big day.

Last requisite of our redemption. (CHUCKLES)

We turn you in and bang!

We're on our way to the reclamation

of our goddamn eternal souls.

Don't blaspheme.

(GROWLS)

You simpletons!

Ought to get shed the idea the devil's gonna make good

with deviants like you!

Your cup of iniquity runneth over long ago.

I can smell the sin on your breath. (CHUCKLES)

Welp, you're wrong about that.

We snuffed that shiftless sod we call, "Daddy".

Get back what he stole'd.

(STUMPWATER PANTING)

Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord!

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS, CHOKES)

Vengeance is why he made us.

♪ There's a man on a mountain ♪

♪ Praying and a counting ♪

♪ Crying to the fountain ♪

♪ "Will the righteous burn, too?" ♪

♪ Abram the brave man, pleading for depraved man ♪

♪ Wrestles with the flames ♪

♪ And trusts the wicked burn through, yeah ♪

♪ He's toe-to-toe with incensed deity ♪

♪ But he's raising up his hands ♪

♪ He understands... ♪

♪ That hell is at hand ♪

♪ And it's right here, right now ♪

♪ Feel the heat on your bones ♪

♪ Hell is at hand ♪

♪ And it's right in front of you ♪

♪ Do not misunderstand ♪

♪ Your fate is with the damned ♪

♪ And hell is at hand ♪

(CHUCKLES)

♪ All them unwashed in Sodom, mocking up at God are ♪

♪ Abusing the despondent when the sky rains a fire ♪

ABE: ♪ And it burns as it pours, all consuming the abhorrent ♪

♪ Deplorable mortals ♪

♪ Unrepentant, on fire ♪

ENOCH: ♪ They're staring down an incensed deity ♪

♪ And he's raising up his hands ♪

♪ The cries demand that hell is at hand ♪

♪ And it's right here, right now ♪

♪ Feel the heat on your bones ♪

♪ Hell is at hand ♪

♪ And it's right in front of you ♪

♪ Do not misunderstand ♪

♪ Your fate is with the damned ♪

♪ And hell is at hand ♪

-(STUMPWATER CHUCKLING) -(GUNSHOTS)

What's all this nonsense?

STUMPWATER: "Behold!

I am against thee O thou most proud!"

"Your day of reckoning will come.

The day when I will punish you."

Well, I don't care where they're from or who they is.

I'm gonna pump iron in their butt.

(♪♪♪)

Nice shooting, Tex.

That oughta scare 'em real good.

ABE: Hey, dummies!

Our ticket to ride is slitherin'.

♪ Worshipping depravity and reveling in vanity and lies ♪

♪ The heavens softly burning

♪ As your plea extends the yearning to a cry ♪

♪ Blinded by obscenity and bathed in immorality ♪

♪ The fight is spreading inside ♪

♪ Raging indiscriminately ♪

♪ Blazing through a villainy decried ♪

♪ Your pride a sulfur in your mind ♪

♪ Has all but silenced Abraham ♪

♪ The end is now and hell is at hand! ♪

ISHMAEL: ♪ Feel the heat on your bones! ♪

♪ Hell is at hand! ♪

♪ Burning right in front of you! ♪

♪ No repentance for the damned! ♪

♪ Hell is at hand! ♪

♪ Burning right here, right now! ♪

♪ Feel the heat in your bones! ♪

♪ Hell is at hand! ♪

♪ And it's staring back at you! ♪

♪ Do not misunderstand you're damned! ♪

-(RETCHES, LAUGHS) -♪ There is no promised land ♪

♪ Hope is ash, brimstone's sand ♪

♪ The burning's through and hell is at hand ♪

(GUNSHOT)

ISHMAEL: Enoch! You done?

Get in!

(WHIRRING, SCREECHING)

ENOCH: Goddammit!

Son of a bitch!

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

-Goddammit! -Nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

I mean nothing, nothing!

Clarence ain't never forgot a call!

ISHMAEL: But we ain't never been shot up

by a bunch of hooded hillbillies neither!

What the fresh hell was that!

For we wrestle not with flesh and blood...

Brother, wrestling flesh and blood

is our goddamn birthright!

Where is that hair-lipped louse?

He's probably hogtied and stuffed with them big fe--

-Hey! -(KNOCKING)

Keep mashing them buttons till you get him!

I'm gonna mash your head with this here receiver!

I'm gonna say you're moving slower than molasses!

Shut it or I'mma snatch your canines!

Shit's hit the box now! Christ on a--

Don't blaspheme!

Hey!

This was on the Reverend.

The address.

Abe...

The damned all have something in common.

Clarence. He's the closer.

Ain't no deal with the devil gets signed without Clarence.

Sure as God's got sandals

if we want to find us another damned soul

that might could tell us where Clarence is,

this would be the place to find him.

Hey brother, we can always go somewhere else.

Find somewhere where those serpents congregate.

Let's just get this over with.

(♪♪♪)

ISHMAEL: Get in.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(♪♪♪)

Here.

(♪♪♪)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(DOORS CREAKING)

You recognize it?

Better question is, will they recognize you?

It's been a long time gone.

It's in the past now.

Them's and everything else.

We can take this one without you.

Daggum enigma that one.

(♪♪♪)

Hi, there.

Uh, we're here to see our friend, uh...

-Frankie. -That's right.

Old chum Franklin.

"Funny Frankie",

we used to call him back when, uh...

You know.

(CHUCKLES)

(RADIO STATICS)

(CHATTER & LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)

(BELL RINGS)

RECEPTIONIST: (SPEAKS FRENCH)

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Fuckers sexy.

Hey, we're uh, looking for our friend, Frankie.

Have you seen him around?

(♪♪♪)

I took four years of French, you know.

I can speak it some, but I can't write it none.

Ain't that something?

Would you do us the kindness of letting him know we're here?

I only know the dirty words.

Little Miss,

we'd be much obliged if you took us to see our friend.

Okay.

You stay put and watch our behinds, yeah?

Hmm.

Do you care to strangle the parrot with me?

It ain't got the muzzle velocity of other drinks,

but it'll get you there.

I don't drink.

Now ain't that a shocker?

The Abraham I knew had plenty of reasons

to tilt the bottle.

(GRUNTS)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(COUGHS)

(WATER DRIPPING)

FRANKIE: Your big brothers are probably bled out like stuck hogs by now.

I asked they be diced up real quick.

But you and me,

we are gonna slow dance the night away.

Frankie.

-(SPITS) -(KISSES)

How'd you know my name?

Come now, Abraham.

You didn't bury me along with all those repressed memories?

You would never forget your old roomie.

Your best friend in the whole world.

(SNIFFS)

But maybe a real friend

wouldn't have bolted out of this hellhole

without taking a tortured, helpless little girl with him.

Francine.

You get that name out 'yer filthy gob!

Aah! (GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

That little girl scattered into the wind

when you left her in the hands of a thousand hungry men.

There was nothing I could do.

I had a chance to get loose and I took it.

There ain't no shame in it.

(SIGHS)

Of all the things that I've ever put into my mouth...

...it was the barrel of a gun that tasted the sweetest.

But I didn't have the sand for it.

So, I made the deal.

Others, they traded for selfish things.

But it turns out,

all my warped little mind could fathom

was not getting fucked four times an hour

by old men for loose change.

So, I sold my soul to get out.

(♪♪♪)

But it wasn't long before I realized that

this was all I was ever gonna be good at.

If you're all that's left of that little girl...

...I'mma reach down your throat

and pull out your goddamn soul with my bare hands.

(SIGHS)

Oh, mi amour.

(SIGHS)

♪ There is a fire that shines the soul ♪

♪ A warmth and glow I will never know ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ As is a hope for fire redeemed ♪

♪ A second birth, but it ain't for me ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ I am the guilt you feed at night ♪

♪ The weighing cry of endless fight ♪

♪ Anemic and vacant stares ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ I am a man from Galilee ♪

♪ No wounds of three pouring clemency ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ I am the reckoning ♪

♪ There ain't a hope in virgin wombs ♪

♪ No angel looming in empty tombs ♪

♪ There is a reckoning ♪

♪ I am the reckoning ♪

♪ I am a dozen angry men ♪

♪ Accounting for your deals in sin ♪

♪ No pardons, reprieves or stays ♪

♪ I am the reckoning ♪

♪ Ah... ♪

♪ I am the end ♪

♪ I am at the end ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ Ah... ♪

♪ I am the end ♪

♪ I am the reckoning ♪

♪ Reckoning... ♪

♪ I am a dozen angry men ♪

♪ Accounting for your deals in sin ♪

♪ You are the reason I'm sin ♪

♪ No pardons, reprieves or stays ♪

♪ I am the reckoning ♪

♪ I am a reckoning ♪

♪ I am the guilt you've fed at night ♪

♪ I am the end ♪

♪ The weighing cries ♪

♪ Of the never ending fight ♪

♪ No pardons, no bargains, my heart is hardened ♪

♪ And I am ♪

♪ You are ♪

♪ I am your reckoning ♪

You must be Frankie.

Well, this has been fun, a real goat rodeo.

See, I'm tuckered out and plumb outta rope.

Now, where's Clarence?

I don't know no Clarence.

Sure you do.

Gangly guy, fake eye, reeks of rotted eggs.

Oh, wait.

Nah, now that dog won't hunt.

Aah!

Let's carve this whore turkey.

Oh, no.

I can take you to him.

(ENOCH CHUCKLING) See!

I told you we could jog her noggin'.

FRANKIE: Not Clarence.

Nehemiah Daylong is a legend to the damned.

Only one to get one over on the old trickster himself.

-I know where he is. -(GRUNTS)

ENOCH: Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

-What if... -Ain't no what ifs.

I can prove it.

In the box.

In the box.

(♪♪♪)

"To Fr...

Frankie, my fave...

Sound it out.

ENOCH: "My fave-- favorite gal."

He toured these parts.

Back when he was doing that sort of thing.

Mark me, this Babylonian whore is somebody

we need to snuff now!

Probably so.

But...

What if...

"For I am a jealous God, and will visit the iniquities

of the fathers upon the children."

Make no mistake.

I know you're bleatin' to save your skin.

-But seeing we don't have much to go on. -No!

(FRANKIE SOBBING)

If I had a soul, I would swear on it.

Ow!

But I gotta be the one to take you to him.

That's the deal.

Or you can just dice me up now

and always wonder.

(SIGHS)

(SPITS)

(GRUNTS)

Wait!

My clutch.

It's got my lady things.

Oh.

(♪♪♪)

Well, that happened quicker

than a knife fight in a phone booth.

(BANGING)

FRANKIE: Let me out, you small-peckered pricks!

You all right back there, little brother?

Need a towel or something?

FRANKIE: I'm suffocatin'!

Just don't want you smearing blood in Grace is all.

Oh, it's all right, little brother.

We all get wound up tight from time to time.

-FRANKIE: Hey! -ISHMAEL: Yeah.

Some of us more than others.

Exactly!

See, even I get hotter than a two-dollar pistol.

ISHMAEL: You was defending yourself.

Defending the brains right through that fella's skull.

You killed, 'cause you had to.

Weren't no pleasure in it, right?

Oh, come off it, you little snot gout.

(ISHMAEL CHUCKLING)

We got a new map to the holy redemption

of our ever lovin' souls.

We about to get our hands on Daddy.

ISHMAEL: Whoo!

Can you fathom the look on his face

when we come a-rambling up?

I have my whole wretched life.

I don't mean to piss in your grits,

but that fork-tongued slut don't know where daddy is

any more than she knows how to cross her legs.

It could be.

But until Clarence comes a-wandering

out of the wilderness with locusts in his hair,

she's best we got.

(GUN CLICKS)

-Did you? -I'm not s--

(GUNSHOT)

The upholstery!

-I had the girl! You had-- -You had to get the--

-You just had to try-- -Ow!

ENOCH: Pull over! Gosh, darn it!

Pull over!

Shit!

Now, Frankie darlin'.

Let's talk this out.

Ain't no one gonna hurt you.

(GUNSHOT)

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(GUN CLICKS)

But we will light you up like Christmas.

ISHMAEL: Abe.

FRANKIE: Don't.

Abraham.

You need me.

FRANKIE: Okay, fine!

But I ain't saying spit,

unless I'm saying it from the front seat.

Back seat, tied up.

-And gagged. -Yes.

FRANKIE: Even better.

What?

No.

Easy there, Sherman.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(GRUNTS)

But I ain't sitting with her in the back seat.

What?

(♪♪♪)

FRANKIE: Hey!

Hey!

Don't leave me in here!

Hotter'n rabbit screwin' in a wool sack!

Chuck her in the trunk.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)

(♪♪♪)

Don't y'all have something to dull the pain?

Them two boys in there,

dryer than popcorn fart.

But me...

Well...

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

I ain't funnin'.

I'll ooze out by mornin'.

(FRANKIE SCREAMING)

Thank you for sparing me.

Sugar baby, I don't think you're keepin' score here.

The minute I lay eyes on my daddy...

...you're dirt.

FRANKIE: You act tough,

but you ain't like your brothers.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

You ain't a cold-blooded death dealer like them.

The blood that runs through you is warm and kind.

You've got that wise blood.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(♪♪♪)

Why don't you quit torturing that poor guitar

with them twisted fingers of yours?

(ENOCH CHUCKLES)

Do you ever think about him?

ENOCH: The fella I worked for in Shabuta

was the nicest man I ever met.

Paid me real good to dig them graves for him.

It was busy work,

on account of the cemetery weren't but 2 miles from

what we call, "the Hanging Bridge".

(♪♪♪)

Now the good,

Christ-haunted folk of Clark County

never missed an opportunity to don their finest linens

and exact justice.

The kind of justice that would leave a few niggers

hanging from that metal bridge.

Mississippi wind chimes.

So busy sometimes I had to do my digging at night.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

So on those nights I'd look up to the stars

and whisper ignored prayers.

I'd think about our daddy then.

The whoremonger life he was living,

spending our souls.

I'd pray to the Lord

asking him to let me have his soul

at the edge of a knife.

I don't think about him no more.

I can't.

(RAIN PATTERING)

Hate's filled me up and spil't the banks.

Hey Abe, get my fiddle out of the trunk, will ya?

(CHUCKLES)

Why don't you climb off that clap-infested Shetland of yours?

You think you got it all figured out, don't you?

I ain't been burdened with intelligence,

but I know enough to quench my mind of pitying myself.

That'a way lies madness.

This job is just that, a job.

As far as I'm concerned, Daddy is just another villain

lined up at the gates of hell.

He stole what's mine and I'm stealing it back.

(CHUCKLES)

A spiritual smash and grab!

(ISHMAEL CHUCKLING)

You tell yourself whatever stories

and lullabies you need to get yourself to sleep.

I know exactly what heats my boilers in the morning.

♪ I been wronged ♪

♪ So many times before ♪

♪ I've been wronged ♪

♪ So often I can't hide behind a smile anymore ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ That devil honed and he honed ♪

♪ And bent my bones ♪

♪ Until I groaned, I condoned ♪

♪ I cast my stone ♪

♪ But I cannot atone ♪

♪ 'Cause I've been wronged so long ♪

♪ I can't be alone ♪

♪ My mind is not my own ♪

♪ And I've been strong, so strong ♪

♪ Fighting all along ♪

♪ But bleedings wrote my song ♪

♪ I been wronged ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ I been abused ♪

♪ So many times before ♪

♪ I been abused and used ♪

♪ So often, I don't notice ♪

♪ All the blood anymore ♪

♪ That devil honed and he honed ♪

♪ And bent my bones ♪

♪ Until I groaned and bemoaned ♪

♪ I cast my stone ♪

♪ But I cannot atone ♪

♪ 'Cause I've been wronged so long, I can't be alone ♪

♪ My mind is not my own ♪

♪ And I been strong, so strong ♪

♪ Fighting all along ♪

♪ But bleedings wrote my song ♪

♪ I been wronged so long ♪

♪ I can't be alone ♪

♪ My mind is not my own ♪

♪ And I've been strong, so strong ♪

♪ But bleedings wrote my song ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I been wronged ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I been wronged ♪

♪ I been wronged ♪

♪ I been wronged ♪

♪ I been wronged ♪

♪ For so long ♪

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

♪ I've been wronged ♪

(RAIN PATTERING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

I gotta make water.

ISHMAEL: Again?

It's not on me the Lord gave me a small bladder.

Wish he'd give you a large tumor.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I could go right here, I guess.

ISHMAEL: What? Nah-uh.

I done worse in the backseat of the car.

ISHMAEL: Dagnabbit.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

You out your cotton pickin' mind?

Well, where am I supposed to...

What, you gonna stand there and stare like perverts?

Phew.

She is...

...she is truly something, huh?

FRANKIE: Sweet Jesus, I can't.

I'm gonna get my peach gobbled by a snake.

Well, when you tally it all up,

she ain't a whole lot different than a lot of us.

She's been dealt a bum hand.

FRANKIE: Black widow spiders...

scorpions...

Hell, ya'll got grizzlies up here?

(CHUCKLES)

And I don't know why you're spitting nails at her.

Y'all both come up in that den of iniquity.

Hell, you left her.

-(WHIMPERING) -(♪♪♪)

Oh, nah. Hold on a tick, little bro.

I wasn't insinuating.

Abe.

Abraham.

(FRANKIE SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

Shit.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(PANTING)

You oughta baptize me.

Hold me down under holy rushin' waters

until my spirit has flown.

-You repro-- -Shhh.

You J--

Jezebel.

Ain't nobody down here, but us damned.

Sure as sunshine, God ain't watching.

(CHUCKLES)

(♪♪♪)

Thunder is good.

Yeah.

Thunder is impressive.

Yeah.

(GUN CLICKS)

But it's lightning that does the trick.

(CHUCKLES)

ISHMAEL: Enoch, you pumpknot!

You best not got tricked out yer britches!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SPITS)

FRANKIE: All right. All right!

You got me big boy!

I'll quit.

FRANKIE: Hell!

We ain't even picked a safe word yet.

(♪♪♪)

A snake's gotta shed her skin every once in a while.

(CAR DOORS OPEN, CLOSE)

(ENGINE STARTS, WHIRS)

ISHMAEL: Which way?

Spin the black circle.

You tired of living or what?

ISHMAEL: Which way?

Any way you like it, baby.

Oh, here's the-- You'll be the fiery-lipped--

She's one of them.

We gonna bleed her out just like the rest.

Yeah.

Just don't wanna turn Grace

into a slaughterhouse is all.

Keep north, you got a ways yet.

Thank you kindly.

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE WHIRS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

FRANKIE: You gonna flip us off the mountain into a fiery death?

I ain't plannin' on it.

Pity.

FRANKIE: You ain't gotta coddle him.

If you got to know him,

you'd find he's tougher than you think.

You seen it with your own eyes and his bloody fist.

ISHMAEL: Ain't wise for you to be supposing you know more

about my brothers than me.

FRANKIE: Don't play babe in the woods.

You oughta know better than anybody.

The torment that visits you, makes you.

And I seen the kind of torment in that little boy

that'll curdle blood.

Stuff that black tongue back in your mouth, Jezebel.

Every word you speak has got the stink of sin on it.

I seen what you do when God ain't watchin'.

Yeah, I'm a fiend.

But what's worser?

The fiend, or the devil that made her?

And y'all oughta know better than anybody.

Ain't your daddy to blame for what y'all are?

What's that?

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

Nehemiah Daylong!

Get your ass out here!

ISHMAEL: Wooh!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

ISHMAEL: Wooh!

She's been playing us like jazz.

Hold on, little bro.

Now just cause he ain't here, don't mean he ain't here.

Ain't them the dumbest words ever crawl out of your mouth?

Why you always gotta talk about me like that?

-Well, no one knows

-You got better words? -what you're talking about.

-Do you know what he's saying? I don't know what he's saying.

ENOCH: It's between me and you. You look here--

Hold up.

(CHUCKLES)

ISHMAEL: Wooh!

(LAUGHING)

(CROWS CAWING)

(♪♪♪)

CLARENCE: My boys.

Now what malign star did ye heed

to find yourselves here this auspicious day?

FRANKIE: I suppose that'd be me, baby.

(KEYS JINGLING)

Francine?

Francine, my tender little fragrant sullied flower.

(BLOWS KISSES)

How the devil are ya?

And how's the fresh flesh business been treating ya?

FRANKIE: I heard you was wheelin' deals.

Deals for souls.

Ooh.

Do tell.

I want to strike up one of my own.

A three for one.

You Sampson barberin' whore!

(GUN CLICKING)

What say ye, Clarence?

I, uh, laud the vim and vigor of it, I do.

But it pains me to say that you've misread the market.

See, these daylong souls are worthless.

Just ask their father.

Mm.

FRANKIE: Now, Clarence, don't make me commence to cussin'.

I've been bedragged by these scoundrels from hell to breakfast,

and I am so scorched I could drown puppies!

(CHUCKLES, BREATHES DEEPLY)

Every morning, I awake to familiar faces

bangin' on my door.

Raw-boned, desperate, desperate faces.

They've had an epiphanous moment

and sought me out because, well,

I was there the night that they shook that unholy hand.

I don't make the deals, see.

I merely close them.

When a debt comes to call, it's time to pay up.

I'm the one who collects.

Nevertheless,

that doesn't stop these filthy wretches from fallin'

at my feet weepin', gnashin', beggin', prayin',

as if it were somehow within my authority

to void their contract.

Ha!

Well, I tell each and every one of them poor,

twisted children the very same thing.

In the business of damnation,

all sales are final!

ISHMAEL: Horse cock, Clarence.

Hm?

ISHMAEL: We shooked on it.

You said your handshake was gold.

You can't shake unless you mean it.

Oh, goodness.

Ah, let the little children come unto me,

and do not hinder them.

(DOORS CREAKING)

Now, how to put this?

(SNIFFLES)

Oh, I work for the Prince of Lies, mm-hmm.

And I had a quota to hit.

And my boss, God bless him,

isn't best known for his patience.

So, none of y'all know where our daddy is?

Half-truths and white lies.

I don't, but she does.

These lumbering piles of dog scat are yours?

CLARENCE: Hmm.

Yeah, I couldn't leave you out there gallivanting

the countryside with sharp knives

and axes to grind, could I?

Not once you'd hit your quota and realized that,

well, I wasn't privy to your father's whereabouts.

Whoops.

You backbite Judas Iscariot!

Come off it!

You were so hungry for vengeance

that you placed a little bit of your mucky father

in every single soul you snatched.

Oh, you boys enjoyed our partnership.

Raining down a holy, happy, musical murder upon the damned.

(CHUCKLES)

But you're not allies of Azrael.

You're lackeys just like me.

Satan's debt collectors.

We are kindred spirits.

Sons of Perdition.

Now, usually people say this as a derogatory platitude,

but I mean it with a profound sincerity when I say...

...I'll see you in hell.

Swings and roundabouts, boys.

It's all swings and roundabouts.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Clarence.

You ain't gonna see a goddamn thing.

(SHOUTS)

(♪♪♪)

♪ Lean close, into the quiet ♪

♪ Make haste your kiss ♪

♪ This tryst, silver and scarlet ♪

♪ A match lit with lips ♪

♪ Dear friend and bitter rival ♪

♪ Fulfill the need ♪

♪ Bleed out, utter reprisal ♪

♪ This end you feed ♪

♪ Awake my soul ♪

♪ Regain control ♪

♪ Black dog preaching in the dead of night ♪

(GUNSHOT)

♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

ISHMAEL: ♪ Pray conspirators out my mind ♪

DAYLONG BROTHERS: ♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

ISHMAEL: ♪ The ties that bind ♪

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(GUNSHOTS)

♪ Ignite! ♪

♪ Scattered in ashes ♪

♪ Old hopes consumed ♪

♪ Entombed, hanging in branches ♪

♪ Revolt in bloom ♪

♪ Awake my soul ♪

(SHOTGUN CLICKS)

♪ Regain control ♪

ISHMAEL: ♪ Black dog preaching in the dead of night ♪

DAYLONG BROTHERS: ♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

♪ Pray conspirators out my mind ♪

DAYLONG BROTHERS: ♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

♪ Black dog preaching in the dead of night ♪

♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

ISHMAEL: ♪ Pray conspirators out my mind ♪

♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

ISHMAEL: ♪ The ties that bind ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ There is no middle anymore ♪

♪ There is no middle anymore ♪

♪ There is no middle anymore ♪

♪ There is no in between ♪

♪ There is no middle anymore ♪

♪ There is no burdened leash ♪

♪ Between what's left of you and me ♪

♪ Black dog preaching in the dead of night ♪

DAYLONG BROTHERS: ♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

ISHMAEL: ♪ Pray conspirators out my mind ♪

♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

♪ Black dog preaching in the dead of night ♪

DAYLONG BROTHERS: ♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

♪ Pray conspirators out my mind ♪

♪ Set fire all the ties that bind ♪

♪ The ties that bind ♪

(EXPLOSION)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(MUSIC FADES)

It's finished.

Spill beans or push daisies.

(GUNSHOT)

I ain't funnin'!

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Oh, we're gonna make this fun, okay.

Where's Nehemiah?

Spin the black circle, baby.

I'mma get discourteous and mash it out of you.

You ain't had your fill of her cup yet?

You best tread softly now.

You misrememberin' what all this is.

You wanna play dress up all shiny armored

on your high horse?

Fine!

But you ain't no knight

and she sure as sin ain't no damsel.

And she said y'all was the dull ones.

Said that I got the wise blood.

Tell 'em!

Testify I'm made to do great things.

(CHUCKLING)

Wise blood!

ABE: You ain't listening to what Clarence said!

Clarence is a deceiving son of a bitch.

And now he's crow bait with steel in his skull for his trouble.

You'll bank on some eager whore's tongue,

to make like you're better than us?

You've still got that mark on you, same as me.

That's right.

-Same as her, too. -Yeah.

Except she didn't put it there now, did she?

You did.

At least, I wouldn't up and ghost someone,

leave them all behind when they're in need.

Oh, 'fore you, she might have lived in hell.

But you made damn sure that she'd be buried there.

(SHOUTS)

ISHMAEL: That's enough. That's enough.

FRANKIE: ♪ I been wronged so many times before... ♪

I've been a real bad girl, lying in the schoolyard.

I know all there is to know about lying.

Lying on my back.

I seen boys lying to their wives.

Lying to each other.

Lying to themselves.

Them's the ones that hit the hardest.

But you?

Lying is your native tongue.

And you can't stop it anymore than you can get the taste

of blood out your mouth.

You act like you are an archangel

with a hip-slung sword.

But I reckon you would be tending to your taste

for bloodletting

even if you wasn't marked for damnation.

But you are right on one account, though.

You ain't like your brothers.

You, are much, much worse.

You shut your mouth!

Don't mind that harlot's tongue.

She's still got the map to Daddy.

FRANKIE: Right here.

There's no use squawking at him.

This soul-hungry sot can't help himself.

Go on, baby, try and deny it

before that rooster starts crowing.

Ish, you said yourself, right?

-She's a liar, right? -Ssh, ssh.

She's a liar.

ISHMAEL: I know, I know.

Just like it says on the tin.

But you...

You've got the self-same blighted blood

as your goddamned dad.

Enoch, don't.

(PANTING)

FRANKIE: (SPEAKS FRENCH)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUNSHOT)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(♪♪♪)

(SNIFFLES)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(♪♪♪)

(CAR WHOOSHES)

(TOOL WHIRRING)

ISHMAEL: Damn.

(ISHMAEL GRUNTS)

Is this it?

Daggum!

It's like playing darts with spaghetti in there.

Got a grippin' in my gut.

Aw, now he's tougher than he looks.

Now, now, this one's danglin' like a loosed tooth.

Now we're cookin' with grease.

I think he really broke somethin' inside this time.

ISHMAEL: Hand me that cranker, will ya?

I mean, what happens if he dines on a bullet?

ISHMAEL: Not that one, the one with the big mouth like you.

ENOCH: I'd be real upset if that just...

ISHMAEL: Hey.

I know.

Well, you're loster than last year's Easter egg down there.

-What the hell I am? -You are!

It's just like I got a more formal relationship

with the finer points of automobile--

Ain't it formal relationship?

-What-- -(DOOR OPENS)

Told ya.

(TOOL WHIRRING)

How's the sniffer?

(SNIFFS)

It whistles. (CHUCKLES)

(ENGINE STARTS, WHIRS)

(LAUGHS)

Lazarus come forth!

(♪♪♪)

What?

You ready?

We're gonna stand around and touch each other.

I think I figured it out.

Spin the black circle.

Ah.

I don't get it.

(♪♪♪)

Yeah, thanks once again

for helpin' my pants-on-head retarded brother there.

Adios, Big Sammy!

It's Little Sammy on the sign.

(GRUNTS)

ENOCH: Well, he doesn't look very little, now does he?

-It's a joke. -Well, that's not very funny.

Well, you're not very funny.

You're not very funny.

(DOOR OPENS)

Aw, hell.

ISHMAEL: Will you-- just get off.

(♪♪♪)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(♪♪♪)

NEHEMIAH: (ON RECORD) ♪ It's time to be moving on ♪

♪ Gots to be moving on ♪

♪ I'd rather be nowhere ♪

♪ Than be with that thieving woman ♪

♪ So I'm a row, I'm a row, I'm a row ♪

♪ Down that bitter shoal ♪

♪ I'm a row, I'm a row, I'm a row, I'm a row ♪

♪ 'til I drink my way back home ♪

♪ Down that drowning creek road ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ The devil gone find me ♪

♪ He'll find me alone ♪

Well, I'll be goddamned.

Don't blaspheme.

NEHEMIAH: (ON RECORD) ♪ Burdened down from pain ♪

♪ Reaping what I sowed ♪

♪ So alone, so alone, so alone ♪

♪ I wade and I atone ♪

♪ All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone ♪

♪ I'm sinking like a stone ♪

♪ Down that drowning creek road ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Yeah ♪

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(♪♪♪)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CHUCKLES)

(♪♪♪)

ENOCH: Wooh!

(CHUCKLES)

Hi, Daddy.

ENOCH: Brothers and sisters.

The good word.

That was our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Who said, "Ye shall know them by the fruit they bear."

That's what he said. That's exactly what he said.

Keep talking, preacher.

Our Lord and Savior then asked a question.

Well, that's right. A question.

"Do men grow grapes from thorns and figs from thistles?"

No, they don't, Jesus.

Nuh-uh. Keep talking, preacher.

ENOCH: Them's the red letters, brothers and sisters.

The red letters.

And there's truth in them letters, ain't there?

Can I get a amen?

Amen.

(ENOCH CHUCKLES)

But there's more.

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Wooh!

No, he don't stop there.

No, sir.

Well, yeah, he sayeth,

"Every tree that bringeth forth not good fruit

shall be hewn down and cast in the fire."

Jesus, been a long time gone, Daddy.

Your three rotted apples,

they come back to their tree, ready for some hew-in.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh.

After that whole dog and pony show,

we figured you'd have some type of retort,

maybe a plea.

Well, it is no skin off my schnoz.

I reckon it's prunin' time.

Now, where are we gonna start, brother?

My vote's for the hand.

(ENOCH CHUCKLING)

Thou shook our souls away.

ABE: Hey!

Kids used to tease me at the bus stop all the time.

Called me, "Space Boy".

'Cause when I was little, little,

something like a week old,

I got found in a dumpster out back.

Plastic bag wasn't tied around my neck tight enough.

Like my momma thought of something midway.

When I got older,

I found out there was something else

there with me in that trash bin.

A guitar.

Like I was Moses layin' in a wicker basket.

I know'd you was out there in the tall grass,

waitin' for me.

You bet your balls to a barn dance we were.

ENOCH: And while you was spendin' our souls bounty,

we been cleavin' all through hell to find ya.

I want this.

It's how it should be.

Ain't no atoning for what I done,

I know'd it that very day.

But there ain't no take-backs with the devil, mm-hmm.

ABE: This is yours, ain't it?

It's what I made my deal for.

You got to...

(YELLS)

You sold our eternal souls for a dime shop guit-box!

(CHUCKLES)

No.

That.

My deal with the devil was to

be the greatest blues man ever was.

But I soon learned that to

play the blues

you gotta live 'em.

To be the best,

you gotta live the worst.

I musta gave way my heart a thousand times,

got it broke to pieces just as many.

(CHUCKLES) People said I got one over on the devil.

(CHUCKLES)

But he didn't do nothin'

except give me exactly what I asked for.

Can't nobody sing the blues better than me

'cause ain't nobody got 'em as bad as me.

ISHMAEL: Well, ain't that some kind of a story.

No, but I was touched.

Was you touched?

Reached right in and tickled my feeler is what it did.

Well, yeah, I-- I got one for you

since we're tellin' tales around the campfire.

But this here's the story about three little boys

who were squirted into existence already stinkin' of hell's fire

'cause their tone-deaf daddy

made some kind of a fucked-up Old Testament deal

for a guitar or whatever the hell

and then couldn't be bothered to wear a Jimmy hat!

ABE: I've been tryin' to play this my whole life.

Ain't never really made no sense of it, though.

Well, that's 'cause you can't play the devil's music

in the Lord's tuning.

(GUITAR TUNING)

(♪♪♪)

ISHMAEL: Well, old man,

not everyone gets to play their own funeral.

Let's hear what our souls are worth.

(♪♪♪)

♪ I've got a weight I cannot hold ♪

♪ It pulls from deep within my soul ♪

♪ I tried letting go, but it's taken hold ♪

♪ I can't lay this burden down ♪

♪ I can't lay my burden down ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ There's pressure building in my bones ♪

♪ I fear they'll break before I'm old ♪

♪ Lord, I'm begging please ♪

♪ You've sent me to my knees ♪

♪ I can't lay this burden down ♪

♪ I can't lay my burden down ♪

♪ Mmmmm ♪

♪ Mmmmm ♪

♪ Mmmmm ♪

♪ Mmmmm ♪

♪ Mmmmm ♪

♪ My debt I cannot pay with gold ♪

♪ My blood, my fate, are bought and sold ♪

♪ No matter what I try ♪

♪ I can't escape the fire ♪

♪ I can't lay this burden down ♪

♪ I can't lay my burden down ♪

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS)

Well, that's enough goddamn caterwallin'.

It's time to start trimming branches.

Yeah, Ish.

I was thinking we should start with the pecker.

Keep pruning and pruning until the blood runs dry.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, nope.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is not how it ends, brother.

Oh, so y'all want to share hugs with sentimental hard-ons?

Hell, how about we go get some ice cream?

Maybe play a game of catch? Would you like that, pops?

You don't get to wallow in pity!

This is our reckoning, boys.

If we don't kill him, we burn!

ABE: All them corpses we been plantin',

them's asked for it a long time ago.

But this old man ain't nothin' more than a dumb boy

that done fouled up proper

and been payin' for it ever since.

Payin' same as us.

If you can't tell the difference,

then we ain't nothin' more than what Clarence said.

Oh, you--

ABE: Sons a' hell.

(GROANS)

Maybe we get our souls back.

But the devil gets the last laugh.

We ain't nothin', but the damned killin' the damned.

But if killin' the guilty is justice,

there oughta be bullets in there

with all our names etched on 'em.

This here,

killin' someone who ain't asked for it,

is murder.

We may not be saints,

but we ain't no murderers.

(♪♪♪)

Go on, spend that bullet.

All's it gonna prove is that Frankie was right about you.

Just like she was right about me.

(CAR DOORS OPEN)

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(♪♪♪)

(ENOCH PANTING)

(GUN UNCOCKS)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS, WHIRS)

-(BELL RINGS) -(PHONE RINGING)

ISHMAEL: Well, now, you're just being stupid.

-All right, Enoch! -ENOCH: Stupid?

It's ain't the point.

You weren't gonna chop a baby in half.

ENOCH: Well, you don't know that. Were you there?

ISHMAEL: No, I wasn't there, but I've--

ENOCH: You told me that he had a whole mess of--

-He wrote the proverbs. -Harlems, right?

They don't let you do that if you're chopping up kiddies, obviously.

ENOCH: You can write whatever you want.

-ISHMAEL: I didn't write it. -I'm taking your word for it.

'Cause you're being ignorant about the--

ENOCH: Ignorant? Now why you gotta be all personal

and start writing? I'm not getting rides.

-(OVERLAPPING SPEECH) -ENOCH: You're being personal.

Ain't someone gonna get that ringer?

(PHONE RINGING)

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

(CROWS CAWING)

-(♪♪♪) -(PHONE RINGING)

CLARENCE: (ON PHONE) Who knew after all that murder and mayhem, crusading,

you boys would grow some mawkishly clichéd penchant

for redemption.

Perhaps you've been castrated by an old man

and a pathetic whore.

You ingrown, cooter-haired, lipped sycophant!

We're gonna unzip your skull and baptize you in your own blood!

CLARENCE: (ON PHONE) Oh! (CHUCKLING)

CLARENCE: (ON PHONE) That being the case,

I come not with a threat but with a proposition.

The big man downstairs is a fan of your work

and until recently,

you haven't left a warm body behind.

Perhaps you'd consider continuing this unholy crusade?

You suggesting we shack up with the devil?

CLARENCE: (ON PHONE) Oh, well.

That's such a vulgar way of putting it.

Now I'll start you at the ledger.

You're still out three souls and I've got quotas to meet.

You must be crazier than a rat in a tin shithouse

if you imagine we'll be under the employ

of that lying serpent.

There'll be no deal betwixt us.

We're done doing his bidding.

But we do intend to hunt down each

and every pestilent-riddled goddamned soul

until we snatched up you and carved out a hole

big enough to drive a loggin' truck through it!

And you tell your soul-gluttonous boss that

we're gonna blow the hinges off of Hell's gates

and come for him next!

(GUNSHOTS)

(ISHMAEL CHUCKLES)

Tell your boss

that we're coming for him next?

Well, I don't know.

I got all hot and Enoch got to pop the fella

and you were just saying all that menacing stuff,

so I just...

I thought it was menacing aplenty, little brother.

And to be fair,

that old dragon still got the deed

to our goddamn eternal souls!

Stop blasphemin'.

Let's cut dirt.

Right.

(♪♪♪)

In the name of Mary, Joseph,

all the Aposticles and saints put together,

would you please, with a pretty cherry on top,

let me drive Grace?

(♪♪♪)

(ENOCH CHUCKLING)

Well ain't that something?

ISHMAEL: Now just don't goose it like--

ENOCH: Shit fire and save the matches, boys!

Woohoo!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(♪♪♪)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMS)

(CROWS CAWING)

(♪♪♪)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)