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Come on, Lucy.
But I don't like it.

I know they're itchy,
but we don't

want you to get
frostbite now, do we?

Volkl TX88. Cuts through
powder like butter.

That wood core base?
That's ash.

Seriously,
upgrade, little bro.

So he didn't
wanna come, huh?

Uh, no. You know, wild
horses couldn't drag him.

That disgusting job is
pretty much his other woman.

Okay, everyone.
All together. Get in.

Quincannon family
photo time.

Cheese!

ALL: Cheese!
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

That's gonna look great, guys.
One for the photo album.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(METAL CREAKING AND CLANGING)

Better keep
your mitten on, sweetie.

Okay, Grandma.

(CREAKING)
(ALL GASP)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(TELEPHONE DIALING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(LINE CLICKS)

JOHN: Hello.
QUINCANNON: Preacher.

There's been a terrible...

(STUTTERS) Something terrible.
You need to see it for yourself.

JOHN: Mr. Quincannon, it's the
middle of the night. What happened?

QUINCANNON: Just come now.
(LINE CLICKS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

JOHN: Mr. Quincannon?
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Mr. Quincannon?
Are you in there?

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, my God.
What have you done?

QUINCANNON: I've been
conducting an experiment.

And I'm sorry to report,
the results aren't good.

JOHN:
What have you done?

QUINCANNON:
We were lied to.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
All along. Lies.

Odin, you have experienced
a terrible loss.

Your entire family.
Gone.

Let God help you.

Oh, yeah, good.

You and God can help me
with a question.

Something that's been
consternating me all night.

(SQUISHING)

Which is my daughter?

(VOICE BREAKING)
And which is the cow?

Exactly.
There is no difference.

It's all meat.

I've looked,
there's nothing else.

There's no spirit,
there's no soul.

There's nothing.
Odin.

You need to let
the people know.

You need to stand in that
church and you need to...

You need
to denounce him.

You need to shout.
You need to scream.

You need
to spread the word.

Okay, Preacher?

You need to denounce him!
Enough.

John Custer!

Come on.

Denounce him!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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(RUMBLING)

MAN 1: Stop right there,
Preacher. We said stop!

Over there!
(MUFFLED YELLING)

(GUNSHOTS)

MAN 2: Broke my arm!
(GROANING)

MAN 3: Great. Looks like we're
back to the drawing board.

All right, tell us everything.
What did he say? What happened?

He came out of nowhere.
Took Norm's bat.

Douggie, he squeezed off a couple
shots but that boy's fast.

No. No, no, no.
I mean, what happened?

What did he say?
He didn't say nothing.

He just kicked our asses.

Where the hell
are your weapons?

Come on, God.

(SIGHS)

Bring him back.

I'll never
use it again, okay?

I promise.

All you gotta do
is bring him...

(SCRATCHING)

(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING)

Come on!

Come on!

That's it.

That's it.

Come on!

That's it.
I got you. I got you.

(BOTH PANTING)

(SIGHS)
You're back.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, you're back.
You're back.

(COUGHING)

Okay, let's sit you down.

Let's sit you down.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You want some water?

You hold on.

Stay right there.

Your dad, he's been
real worried about you.

Oh.

(SLURPING)

More?

So, what happened?

I mean, what happened?

How did you get out?

You dug out of Hell
with your hands?

What's it like?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

So you could see
other people?

Yeah, all right.

We can talk about
whatever you want.

But first,
we gotta call your dad.

QUINCANNON: All right, now.
Listen up.

Now, the packinghouse is
gonna be right over there.

Right? You got your
cooling, cutting, deboning.

Feed yards will be
right over there.

Now, I came up
with an idea

for a new kind
of cafeteria.

Serving all sorts
of food from all

sorts of locales
and originations.

Like a food court, sir?

What the hell's
a food court?

Uh, it's like a place that's got all
kinds of different restaurants in one.

Well, that's right.
A food court.

(ALL CHUCKLE)
Mex, Tex-Mex, Oriental.

Yours to pick and choose,
each and every day. But...

There ain't gonna be no sushis,
chimichangas or pizza pie.

No nothing until you boys
march up that hill

and drag that preacher
out of my church.

(ALL CHEER)

All right, Sheriff. We'll be
right here waiting for you.

(SIGHS)
He's on his way.

Before he gets here,
I just wanted to say...

You were right, Eugene.

You know, what happened
with you and Tracy Loach.

That's for God to judge.

Not me.

This power I got?
Of course it's cheating.

People want to choose.

Yeah.

You were right
about that, too.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Man.

I've made
a real mess of this.

Huh?

I was told there
would be consequences.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
And here they are.

I should
probably give it back.

Can't use it.
Can't be trusted with it.

Hmm.

Well, I figured
that much out, at least.

I never told you about
the guys at the motel.

No, I didn't.

You're not really here,
are you, Eugene?

(GROANS)

(DOGS BARKING)

MAN: A lot of them get abandoned.
They're strays.

It's sad, really, 'cause, you
know, they're good dogs.

Seems like
it's harder and harder

to find folks to take
them in, you know?

And we do our best
to save them.

Heck, I take them in
myself sometimes.

But, really, there's
only so much I can do.

Hey there, guy.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

Hi.

Name's Brewski.

(WHIMPERING)

I'll take him.

(HAIR DRYER WHIRRING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

TOMMY: Mom!
(WHIRRING STOPS)

What is it?

Miles is here.

(SIGHS)

Hey, hold on, partner, let's see
if this milk is still good, right?

(SNIFFS)
Ooh.

What's up?
Oh, hey.

I just, uh, swung by to,
you know, to check on you.

I'm fine.
Okay.

I know how much
the church meant to you.

What about the church?

What, you, you
don't know?

Well, they're
tearing it down.

What?

Preacher, he gave it
to Mr. Quincannon.

Well, at least
he was supposed to.

He gave it?

Apparently, they, uh, they
had a verbal agreement.

You mean the bet?

A verbal agreement.

And it is unorthodox,
but it is binding.

I mean, Mr. Quincannon had me
look into it, and, well...

Well, sure enough, I mean,
there are municipal statutes

that go back
to the 1800s.

So, what are you
looking for?

My sneakers.

By the window.

I washed them
and set them out to dry.

You washed my sneakers?

You're going to the church? Yep.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Well, I'm going anyway.

Well, let me
drive you then.

I can drive
a damn car, Miles!

(COUNTRY SONG
PLAYING ON RADIO)

Take the kids
to school for me?

You... You got it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So, is the milk
still good?

It's fine.

It's my damn church.

(WHOOPING)

(ALL WHOOPING)

(MEN CONTINUE WHOOPING)

(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)

Get down!

Not only can Preacher fight,
he can shoot.

(SCREAMS)
God damn.

MAN 1: Run.

MAN 2: Go! Let's go!

MAN 3: Get him, Bill!
He's all yours.

(SCREAMING)

Food court,
food court, food court!

(GUNSHOT)

QUINCANNON: What the hell
are you boys doing?

Why are you running?

What are you,
you pansies?

Get back up there!

Those are warning shots! He's a
preacher, for Christ's sake!

He's not gonna
hurt anyone.

Where's Clive?

(ALL MURMURING)
There he is.

ALL: (CHEERING) Yeah!

(ALL CHEERING)

You...
You all right, Clive?

Not really.

Preacher shot my dick off.

See?
(MEN GROANING AND VOMITING)

An incredible shot.

Just kinda
took it clean off.

It's all right. It doesn't hurt
that much at all, you know?

Not really.

Yeah, I can imagine it's gonna
hurt a ton in a little while,

but for now, I'm okay.

For now, I'm fine.

SHERIFF HUGO:
Good Lord.

CLIVE:
...dick being shot off...

What the heck's going on?

I'm afraid our preacher
has finally lost his mind.

What?

He, he called me.
Said he had my boy.

Your boy?
You mean with the, uh...

What?

You know,
the ass face.

Sunscreen and a sandwich. Looks
like we're gonna be here a while.

Oh, and, uh...

Call an ambulance for Clive.
He's gonna spook the men.

CLIVE: Aw, look at that little
guy, just sort of resting there.

Preacher say anything?
Any idea what he wants?

JESSE: (OVER SPEAKER)
Bring me the agents.

The Asians?

Anyone know who the hell
he's talking about?

I know who.

(WHEELS SQUEAKING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

We can't. Remember?

(ECHOING)
Come in.

♪ If you meet a little girl and
she sets your heart a-whirl...

(GRINDER WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

♪ Watch out, boy, you'd
better turn the other way

♪ 'Cause your whole life's
about to change

♪ You'd better run
for your life... ♪

I like this better.

Leave it
to the professionals.

Besides, I don't want Eugene
getting caught in the crossfire.

Gosh, I tell you.

These last few days.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Me and Eugene,
we've had our challenges.

But at the end of the day, I, I
don't know what I'd do without him.

You'd figure it out.

Ooh.

Is there, uh, mustard? Ah, I see it.
Thank you, Ms. Oatlash.

How did it come to this?

Regardless of the state
of Custer's mental faculties,

taking church land?

With all due respect,
that church is holy ground.

No, Sheriff.

That church is nothing
more than wood

and paint and bits
of colored glass.

It's a lie, Sheriff.

And I'm gonna tear it down peg
by peg and grind it into dust.

"Holy ground," my ass.

It was an accident.

Yes.

I should have listened.
That's right.

But I didn't.
Can you help us?

Who's us? Who else
knows about this?

No, no, no one. Just me.
I was wondering.

Is there any way?
Is it possible

to bring someone
back from Hell?

No.
Yes.

It's difficult.
Dangerous.

But it's possible.
But listen...

No one's
getting out of Hell

until we get
what we came for.

(SCREAMING)

Hang in there, Clive. You'll be
back on your feet in no time.

(GROANING)

Oh!
Here's your penis.

(SCREAMING AND GROANING)

MILES: Have you
seen enough?

Jesse's just
defending his property.

Emily.

A bunch of guys showed up
trying to take my home,

I'd shoot at them, too.

I mean... (SCOFFS)
This is crazy.

What Quincannon's doing
can't be legal.

It's pretty legal.

But sometimes, what's legal

uh, isn't as important as what's right.
(ENGINE STARTS)

Let me ask you.

How many kids does Tommy
have in his class this year?

What?
Thirty-eight.

Thirty-eight kids
in one classroom.

Because of the decline
in the municipal tax revenue.

And it's getting worse,
not better.

By next year,
it'll be more than 40.

And by the time
Alice gets there,

who knows if there'll
even be a school.

What Mr. Quincannon's
going to build here,

it's gonna change that.

And I'm gonna help him.

Sometimes sacrifices
have to be made

for the betterment of the community.
That's the reality.

Jesse Custer's a criminal.

We all suspected it,

but today's the proof.

The good preacher up there
in his little church?

That's the fantasy.

Fantasy or the reality.

Sooner or later, we,
we all have to choose.

By the way,
you're out of milk.

(DOG BARKS)

♪ Every night

♪ I need you near me

♪ To make things right

♪ Lead me on

♪ Lead me on ♪

(BARKS)

You're gonna
sing it out of me?

This thing. This power.

It chose me.

It chose
a lot of people.

And what happened to them?

They exploded.

Why haven't I?
We don't know.

You see, this is my point.
What else don't we know?

We don't know.

This doesn't make sense.

I mean,
how did this happen?

Don't you have
questions?

No.
Lie down.

No one understands
God's plans at first.

I mean, look at the prophets.
In the beginning,

they're always in the dark. Maybe
God wants me to have this?

Maybe he wants me here, helping
people, doing good? You--

I just have questions.

Preacher, we have
a question for you.

Genesis. The greatest
power ever known.

And you've had it
all this time

right there at the tip
of your tongue.

And what good have
you done with it?

Now lie down.

MAN 1:
I got a burger ready!

(BE MY COWBOY TONIGHT PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MAN 2: Look at us,
we're tailgating.

You think there's gonna
be any more shooting?

Oh, I hope so.

QUINCANNON: All right,
enough of this.

All right, listen up!

We're gonna give
Jim and Joe Friday

just a few more
minutes of diplomacy

and then we're going in
one last time.

Now, just so
everyone understands,

this is gonna be
a night assault.

Over open ground against
an expert marksman

in an elevated position.

So, you know...

Drink lots of water.

(ALL MURMURING)

Lighten up, boys,
I was joking.

(CHUCKLING)

Water ain't gonna make
a damn bit of difference.

Now, this time,

I want a cordon of men
approaching from the north.

Those of y'all with the
bludgeoning instruments,

I'm talking your, uh, your bats, your
hammers, your wrenches, your clubs,

billy and otherwise,

you're gonna be
on the frontline.

Now, I don't want you to feel
like you're human shields,

but let's not
mince words.

You are human and you're gonna
be acting as shields of a sort.

Waves consisting
of 15 men each

will be interspersed
at one-minute intervals,

liable to change
at my jurisdiction.

Now, the success
of our assault

relies on
numerical superiority.

So when a man falls
grievously wounded,

don't stop and offer
assurance or assistance.

The more active targets
we can offer the preacher,

the more likely we are
to overwhelm him

with our faceless
wave of humanity.

Again, to clarify, I don't say
faceless in a pejorative meaning...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

You know, you gotta
keep your eye on him.

(LAUGHTER)

QUINCANNON: If you hear his battle
cry, I want y'all to race forward,

try real hard...

(SIGHS)

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOT)
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(MUSIC BOX PLAYS)

(DEBLANC SINGING) ♪ Bringing
all the fishermen home

♪ 'Twas all so pretty
a sail it seemed

♪ As if it could not be

♪ And some folks thought 'twas
a dream they'd dreamed ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

He's resisting.
No, I'm not.

Preacher, listen.

You're just a speck of dust passing
through the glory of creation.

Give it up.

(CRANKING)
(MUSIC RESUMES)

♪ Of sailing
that beautiful sea

♪ But I shall name you
the fishermen three

♪ Wynken, Blynken and...

♪ Nod ♪

(RUMBLING)

Get ready.

DEBLANC:
Okay. One...

Two...
(EUGENE SCREAMING)

(RUMBLING STOPS)

(SHRIEKING)

Oh. Good.

(SIGHS)

Bad boy.
No.

All right, I'll get the tarp, you
start in on the music box...

Um...

That's it?
That's it.

Now what?

Now we go.

After you get Eugene
out of Hell though, right?

Who's Eugene?

The kid I sent.

The Sheriff's son.

Oh, right.

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

You said it was possible.
We'll look into it.

In the meantime... No, no, no.
That is not good enough.

You have to help me.

We don't have to do anything.
We said we'd try.

No, we didn't even say that.
That was the deal.

I give you Genesis back
and you help get...

It wasn't yours
in the first place.

And we gave you
the black beauties.

What kind of angels
are you?

I need help.

Eugene needs help.

A kid rotting in Hell over a mistake?
How is that right?

How can that happen?

We told you we don't know.

Then tell me who does.
(CAN RATTLING)

Oh, shit.

Damn.
Crap.

(GUSTING)

(SHRIEKING)

(GRUNTS)
(CLATTERING)

(PANTING)

Well, that settles it, then.

JESSE: Wait.

No.

The other option, then.

That's right.

No, don't leave. I don't
know why that happened.

Please.

Just try again.

Just sing to it and try again.

It's over, Preacher.

No more trying.

(DOOR OPENING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Okay. Let me think.

I'll figure something out.
All right.

Eugene?

Eugene!

(GUNFIRE)

(UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN 1: Retreat. Retreat.

MAN 2: Get outta there!

That it?

All right.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(LIQUID SLOSHING)
(JESSE GULPING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

Put the gun down, Donnie.

Donnie, don't make me use it.

(ECHOING) Put the gun down!

(ECHOING) Put the gun down!

(RINGING SOUND)

(SHOUTING) What?

(NORMAL VOICE)
Donnie, what did you do?

What did you say, Preacher?

(LAUGHING)

What?

Go on, Donnie.

We both earned it.

What?

I said go on, you dumbass
piece of shit. (GRUNTS)

(THUD)

QUINCANNON: Travis.

Bowie.

The rest of them boys
defended the Alamo

those weeks back in 1836?

Great men.

Great Texans.

Heck, heroes.
Each and every one of them.

But the thing we forget.

What no one ever wants
to talk about in the end,

they lost.

To add we must subtract.

Thank you, Donnie.

Never mind.

(SIGHS)

JESSE: I just don't understand
what happened.

I told you to serve God, Odin.

I am. Devoutly.

What kind of a God
wants to tear down a church?

The God of Meat, of course.

The God...

Of Meat?

The God of what's tangible.

What's touchable and true.
The God of Meat.

(LAUGHING)

I see.

I see.

You think that's funny?
No, no.

(SIGHS)

It's batshit crazy.

QUINCANNON: You know
what's crazy, Preacher?

What's completely
banana-balls insane?

Following a God
who is silent.

That is crazy.

Hmm.

I agree.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

Give me one more Sunday.

Why would I ever do that?

Well, I've been saying I want
to bring this town to God.

I haven't been able to.

I failed.

This place is even more messed
up since the day I got here.

So, next Sunday,

I'm gonna bring
God to the town.

Bring him right here.

To this church.

And he's gonna talk to us.

Spread the word.

He's gonna speak,

and he's gonna answer
all our questions.

And if we don't
like his answers,

I will denounce the bastard
then and there.

Who's a good Brewski, huh?

Who's a good Brewski?

You're the best
Brewski in the world?

Yeah. Yeah, you are.

That's right, you are.

No doubt about it.

God damn you, Jesse Custer.

(GRUMBLES)

(SNORING)

(SIGHS)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(CREATURE SNARLING)
(BREWSKI WHIMPERING)

(THUMPING)

(FLESH TEARING)

(SLOSHING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

♪ Let me ride in your...

WOMAN: Sheriff,
where's your boy?

MAN: Where's Eugene?
(ENGINE STARTS)

Preacher kill him?

Jackals.

Save us, Preacher.
We're sinners.

Save us.

MAN: Take him away, Sheriff!

(SIREN BLARING)

♪ Won't you take me
by the hand

WOMAN: We're gonna fight
for you, Preacher!

♪ Let me ride
in your big Cadillac

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

♪ I'm so tired
of walkin' 'round

♪ Let me hear
your trumpet sound

♪ Let me ride
in your big Cadillac

♪ Let me ride in your
big Cadillac, Lord Jesus

♪ Let me ride
in your big Cadillac ♪

(ALARM BLARING)

(BLARING CONTINUES)

(HISSING)

(SIGHS)