All language subtitles for Preacher - 3x10 - The Light Above.HDTV.Killers.en

Another full house, huh?

Yes, and tomorrow night too.

It's Lent.

I was thinkin'
I might take it off?

Go somewhere?

Well, there's no law
against movie seein'.

Bring me that whiskey?

Actually...

I-I was thinkin' I might
just go somewhere...

far.

Meanin' what?

There's this girl back in Texas
from when I was a kid.

Just go check on her.

Anyway, that's what
I'm thinkin'.

That's what I'm doin'.

I'd come back, of course.

Someday.

Listen to me, you "someday"
piece of shit.

We're all that's left
in this place.

I am all the family you got.

Yeah, 'cause you
killed all the rest.

What's that?

Speak up, boy.

You killed my family!

That's right.

I had your daddy shot.

Your mama I killed myself.

I sliced her open
with a small blade

and I sucked up her soul.

But instead
of wreakin' vengeance,

you just stand there like a
little girl, bringin' whiskey.

Oh, gee.

Oh.

You still think like a Custer.

That if you do just enough right

and not too much wrong that
there's still hope for you.

It's because
you're afraid of hell.

Oh, and you know what?

I don't blame you.

Killin' your gran'ma?
Damning yourself to the flames?

What would your father say?

I'm goin'.

You'll be back.

You shoulda killed her.

Yeah, well, now's your chance.

Sorry, Lil' Jesse.

You gonna have
to raise them hands.

Now, I know that she put you
through your paces, but...

Well, come on.
She's your gran'ma.

Give me the gun, T.C.

A-And I-I-I-I believe there
has to be a-a-a constructive,

nonviolent solution.

Give me the gun.

Christ.

Back up.

How many times
you think you pointed

this thing at me, T.C.?

Lil' Jesse, you don't
hate me that much.

You wouldn't shoot me.

No.

I guess I wouldn't.

See?
I-I-I knew it.

I knew it! A-A constructive,
nonviolent way...

Shoot yourself.

Hey, kid.

You gotta go through me first.

I like that idea.

Put it down.

I could make you cut
your own throat if I wanted to.

But you ain't gonna.

No.

Let's go to The Tombs.

Hope for you yet, boy.

My name is S.S. Reichsmarschall
Rick Smith.

Here's my demand:

Send out Hilter
and no one gets hurt.

Resist, and you will be
liquidated.

If you're the S.S., why are you
wearing a Luftwaffe medal?

We're a mixed auxiliary unit.

The point is, I have
a freakin' tank and you don't.

So release our Fuhrer,

or I will have no choice but
to tell my men to cut you down.

Those are my terms.

What is your answer?

Get off me!
Let me go! Get me...

You're not going anywhere!

Yo, Nazi.

Let's go.

You said you'd changed...

I have my soul patch.

Luger.

All those crows.

Do you think they pecked
your daughter's eyes out

aftershe was dead?

Or while she was lying there,
still alive?

Yeah... I think so, too.

No! No, Eugene!

What would Jesus do?

Sorry.

These boots suck!

She's really not that bad!

Could you just let us go...

just forget about it?

So difficult and pretty.
So fun.

You're gonna be a hit
down in hell.

I know you're tryin' to be
all scary and stuff,

but your breath...

is seriously...

Not good.

LOOK OUT!

You see?

I am a loving God.

Ah.

Betrayal, when committed by
a loved one, cuts most deeply.

Perhaps there's still hope
for him?

Change your mind.

Join me.

Bugger off.

I'll let you die.

I won't want to,
but, uh... I will.

Well, go ahead.

I've had a good run.

You've barely had
a hundred years!

I mean, you've never
had a Château Lafite.

You've never seen a tiger
in the wild.

You've... Cassidy, you've
never been to Asia!

Well, maybe there's an Asia
when you die, you know?

Maybe there's not.

Maybe there's no sex,
no food, no music?

Maybe there's nothing?

You'd choose that over
what I can offer you?

Over lyin', cannibalism,
and murder?

- Yeah. Sure.
- No.

Over love...

pleasure, life...

this.

What is that? It's a pipe.

I ordered it specially.

See, you, uh, sprinkle
your drugs in this end,

- and on this end...
- No, I know how a bloody pipe works, you moron.

What's it of?

A unicorn.

Your favorite.

It's this.

Or burn.

Nice trick.

Freeing one of my children
from hell

is my favorite trick of all.

Buncha Nazis and a tank.

I was figurin' it out.

No, you were going to hell.

But I am a merciful God.

What about Eugene, huh?

You gonna be merciful
with him too?

Which one's he?

- With the face.
- Oh. Oh, right.

Uh, no, his path is different.

I've come for you.

To lift your curse.

From this day forward,
the name O'Hare will be blessed.

Yeah?

What do you get?

The joy that only giving brings.

And?

Tell Jesse Custer
to stop looking for me.

To stay away.

Genesis cannot, mustnot,

interfere with my great design.

Go to him.
Stop him.

And then you will know
true peace and be forgiven.

You know...
I don't need forgiveness.

Right.

Tulip O'Hare Pure as the driven snow.

Yeah.

I done some bad things.

Things I ain't proud of.

For Christ's sake, you killed
a man with a corn cob.

I'm not perfect.

I know that.

But I don't need
your forgiveness.

I mean, I made it this far
without it, didn't I?

Oh.

So be it.

Free will... Damn right.

Has its consequences for you

and for those you claim
to care about.

What's that mean?

Oh, your friend Cassidy.

Yeah, what about him?

He's in grave danger.

I was going to help,
show you I'm a loving God,

but sounds like you
don't need me at all.

I call bullshit.

Eh, go see for yourself.
But you better hurry.

The danger is quite grave.

Mnh-mnh.

This is one of your tricks.

A distraction to keep us
off your ass.

Well, forget I mentioned it.

Let's just stand here
by the water and...

enjoy the silence.

You're a dick.

You're welcome.

Yeah, I see you.
Gimme a sec.

Out!

Wait.

I shouldn't have said that
about crows...

about your girl's eyes.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.
I really...

You're...

My eyes!

Time to go.

What about Tulip?

Her lucky day.

Welcome, you motherless
goathumpers.

Always wanted to say that.

Okay, now...

That was different.

Well, I'm not playing
pool again.

Can I get you anything?

Yeah.

There's a drink in me coat.

I saw a unicorn once, you know.

I remember.

You told me.

Thank you.

Better? Than being crucified?

A touch.

Coolant?

Actually, no, scrap that.

You're the one who threw up

three wine coolers
the other night.

Give it to me.

Jesus.

It's gonna be days before
I can masturbate properly.

Mm!

Well, we can't have that.

Um, I've got some squirrel blood
in the freezer.

It's quite restorative.

It's better than cat or dog.

I just cheated death

and I got back with my handsome
lunatic friend.

I don't want any of your goddamn
squirrel blood, all right?

Yeah.

He's repented!

He wants to be with us again.

Blood ceremony to celebrate.

Who will take flight?

Perfect.

Was lookin' for this.

Took it from your daddy.
Years ago.

You stop that.

We Custers don't cry.

We fight.

Remember that night, boy?

I remember.

Today was the day, huh?

Go get two cans of gasoline.

- Two cans...
- Go get it.

Proud of you, boy.

Mm.
Comfy, actually.

Although after may need
a lint roller on my backside.

Dinner time.

Christ.
How's that coolant feelin'?

Fine. Fine.

All right, go on.
After you.

No, no, no, no.
After you.

Hey, listen.

Have you ever...

Mrs. Rosen,

would you have any objection
at all to a ménage à trois?

On the contrary.

I'd be honored.

Hmm.

Tie your life to ours

and allow us to do the same?

Yes.

Are you ready to pass through?

- Yes.
- Yeah, she's ready.

What's that?
What is...

Bite marks.

What's going on?

Answer me.

What have you done?

Aah!

How many calls
to his flown children

did you make,
Mrs. Rosen?

Eighty-seven.

And how many answered?

None.

So you turned her.

She turned the rest.

Now what?

Go back to your loveless
and lonely existence?

Well, yeah, probably.

But first: Dinner time.

All right, let's go.

Ain't you gonna kill me?

I don't hate you that much.

Come on.

N-Nah.
I-I'm good.

Angelville... I-I know
it's... it's wicked

and... and evil and all that,

but...

I got nowhere else to go.

You sure?

Good seeing you again,
Lil' Jesse.

Welcome home.

Is that for me?

What's in there, you could live

for another hundred years,
at least.

- My debt is paid.
- Not so sure about that.

Say, "Your debt is paid."

Your debt is paid!

Release Tulip.

Jesus.

Jesus has nothing
to do with this.

Fine.

You won.

Go on.

Leave your poor gran'ma
all by herself.

I've tried that once before.

Walking away...

leaving you behind.

It didn't work.

Wherever I went,
Angelville was with me,

in the back of my head
like some kind of bad dream.

But today's the day I wake up.

Today's the day
I'm gonna kill you

and burn this house
to the ground.

- You think so?
- Oh, I know so.

Been thinking 20 years
on how I'm gonna do it.

Well, I figured

no better way than to strap you
into your own machine

and turn you to dust.

Well, if it's my time
for heaven.

Heaven?

I hate to be the bearer
of bad news,

but you're going
straight to hell.

I hate to break it
to you, but...

I made a deal with
my gentleman caller.

You know, Satan?

And we came to a new agreement.

If you kill me,

when you die, you're
the one going to hell.

What did you do?

Hold on.

I'm not walkin' outta here
with you still breathin'.

Don't be so upset, Jesse.

I saved your girl.

You got your power.

You're free of me.

Sweetheart, you won.

But you won too,
didn't you, Gran'ma?

A hundred years' worth.

No.

A hundred more years
than my daddy got.

No. I mean it.

A hundred more years
than my mama had.

A hundred more years of you
being a rotten piece of shit.

These are mine!
That's the deal!

Like you said, Gran'ma,
new deal!

Destroy them.

Jesse!

She's right.
I got what I came for.

I won.

Doesn't feel like it.

No... it doesn't.

You'll burn in hell for this.

Maybe.

Someday.

But today... you burn.

Jesse.

Jess... Jess...

Jesse!

No!

No, no, no!

Jesse!

No, Jesse!

Jesse!

Now what?

Get a Dustbuster,
maybe a sponge.

But after that?

Now that we're Night Wraiths?

Well, you can stop calling
yourselves Night Wraiths,

that's for one.
Christ.

You're just bloody vampires now,
all right?

Right, but what do we do?

Whatever we bloody want.

Tulip?

A-All right.
All right, slow down now.

What's that?

I've been trying
to call you, Cass.

Are you okay?

Like... you're not in
any danger, are you?

Where are you?

Got it.

And you sure you're okay?

Well, I've been to the far side
of the moon and back, actually,

but I think the
danger portion's over now, so...

All right, well, I'm on my way.

T-Tulip?

Yeah?

I, uh...

Yeah? Cass?

- Hey, look who it is.
- Hey, Hoover's back.

Hoover!

Hoover?

What do you mean, Hoover?

No, it...
It's all right. It's all right.

It's... It's just Hoover.
He's cool now.

All right,
d-don't worry about it.

- Welcome back.
- Listen, I... I'll see you soon,

and thanks
for calling me up, all right?

I'll see you in a bit.

So...
where's the party?

So I'm back at The Grail office,
I get your text,

and I say to myself...

"Why am I here?" Hmm.

The hours suck,
my boss is crazy,

and the benefits aren't even
that good, you know?

Course not.
They're corporate bastards.

What are you even
doing back there?

I thought we agreed,
no more being a dick?

- You were right. Old habits.
- Oh.

So, you guys have
all turned as well?

They're already bored.

All right, go on.
Back to work, you buggers.

I was just about
to get really high

and blast some Nickelback,
if you're up for that.

Come on.

You know, you saved
my life back there.

Mm.

- I got you a present.
- Oh!

I wanted to return the favor.

An umbrella.
Very droll.

Secret agent man.

Thank you very much.

Open it. Indoors?

I'm pretty sure
that's bad luck, man.

What the hell is that?

It's good luck today!

What the hell did you do?

I lied.
The benefits are great.

You know I eat horse tranquilizers
for breakfast, don't you?

I told them.
That's whale.

Humperdoo.

Huh?

Cass?

Some men took him.

And a woman. Dressed in white.

God.

It wasn't until this moment

that I understood
what my purpose was.

But now I know.

It's to say:

You're a bad person.

But it's never too late
to change that.

Open up your heart
and talk to God.

You guys used to be like...
best friends, right? So...

call him, and apologize.

I just realized...

I have a "purposh," too.

Get your ass out
of your head, doofus.

God's gone.

You didn't have to do that.

Him?
We were just jokin'.

Anyway, you did your part

bringing these two
chuckleheads back,

and now for mypart
of the bargain.

Oh!

We'll take it from here, Sidney.

Thank you.

Not sure what happened there, but,
um, I assume she had it coming.

What would this unfortunate
preacher's name happen to be?

Jesse Custer.

I love the synergy!

I just got a deal goin'
involving Custer.

Figures right into
my expansion plans.

See, you kill him,

and he and his little power
come to hell.

Anyway, I won't
keep you any longer.

Go without God,
as the saying now goes.

How dare you pull a gun
on the Prince of Darkness.

I will flay you into
a thousand pieces!

My daughter?

The crows?
Was that your idea?

Okay.

Hold on.

Everybody take a breath.

Was it?

I was in on the meeting
when it was discussed.

Sure, all right?
But it wasn't my idea.

Whose was it?

Don't be stupid.

It was God's.

Of course.

Now,

I suggest you
put that gun down right now,

or you and I are gonna
have a problem.

Too late.

You crazy son of a...

You can't do that!

The rules have changed.

You were right.

You don't belong here.

Let's go.

Yeah.
Good idea.

Let's get out of here.

Just him.

Not you.

Plum cake, sir?

Ja.

Extra flaky crust.

Jesse?!

He's still alive?!

The preacher that sent me here?

The preacher that left me here?

I'm going with you.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Family's overrated.

Yeah.

Ready?

Ready.

Holy shit.

Cassidy's resting peacefully.

Not for long.

My favorite torturer
is flying in from Bensonhurst.

Frankie Toscani?

Wow.

The hat, Hoover.

Are you mocking me?

No, I'm...

I'm a vampire now, sir.
Remember?

I thought you were joking.

Uh, no.

It's true.

But let me assure you,

it will have no impact
whatsoever on my job...

Idiot.

What happened here, sir?

Hm?

Oh.

We're going to need
a new, uh, Hoover.

I'll look into it, sir.

Gonna be tricky,
don't you think?

Getting Custer
to be our messiah?

Now, after everything?

I don't want him
to be my messiah.

So, why are we waiting for him?

Custer has humiliated me
for the last time.

I'm going to torture him

in the most horrible ways
ever imagined.

And then...

I'm going to kill him.

Love it.

The great chess match
for world domination continues.

I'm tired of chess matches,
Flufferman.

It's time to play
some fucking checkers.