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Diterjemahkan oleh FaislanK untuk @SHeJUa CHanneL

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)