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Previously on
aMC's "Preacher"...

Not till I get my soul!

- I gave you what you wanted.
- What I want

is your debt paid.

I need to squeeze Jesse Custer.

Any word yet on the vampire?

Still searching, sir.

- Ahhh!
- Aah!

You damnin' him so you can just

turn into a cat for laughs.

All right, I give, I give.

I'm impressed by it.

Got to make a stop first.

More.

More.

Can't keep my boy
from his avocado.

How proud you must be.

Delightful child.

Hilter!

I gotta duck out for a
couple hours this afternoon.

Cover for me
if my wife calls.

Again, Herr Marty?

My groin elixir.

Puts a little rev
in the engine,

- know what I mean?
- Ja. Yes.

Which is good
'cause I got me a rendezvous

with a hot little number
I met at the Target.

The restaurant'll be empty,
I just gotta tap that, you know?

Ja. I understand.

You tap your hot number.
I will watch the store.

Good man.

Well, time for my break.

Half a mile away?

That's not employee parking.

That's a message.

That's
"Go eff yourselves."

So's a 35-cent-an hour raise.

What am I supposed
to do with that?

What do you think,
David?

I have been
to Hell und back.

If you're asking me
what I think is the answer

to all that bothers you...

From inconvenient
employee parking

to low wages

to how fat you people are,

the answer to me
is, simply put,

is the Jews.

My boss is a Jew.

Of course he is.

She...

The bourgeois people

used to ask me

why a revolution
would be necessary.

The structure of your State

and methods of government
are foreign

to your national character
and needs.

A critical situation

cannot be made better

and cannot be fixed
by working together

except by

a radical extermination!

Totally.

Hitler.

Satan sent you.

Well, it is good timing,
actually.

I have just got my four-year
plan off the ground,

and I have not yet decided
on an Interior Minister.

Y-You see,
I... I have heard of you,

mein kumpel.

I could use someone
with your gifts.

The world is ripe
for a new Reich.

Why go back?

I have made such progress
in a short time.

Oh, please! Not now!

The Zionist world government
must be stopped!

Ach, great.

What are you looking at?

I should never have let you out.

All right, Hilter.
If Doris calls...

What's going on?

I fear they want
to take me back to Hell.

You can't do...

I am not going back.

I have too much to do.

I am not going back!

*PREACHER*
Season 03 Episode 07

*PREACHER*
Episode Title: "Hitler"

Synchronized by srjanapala

I'm sorry.

Me too.

- Starr.
- Messiah.

Welcome back
to Angelville.

You see, the thing people
forget about the '60s

is how iffy
the drugs were, you know?

And that's why I had such
a rough go at Woodstock.

Right.
Let's have a look.

Purple ball, corner pocket.

Intriguing.

Christ.

No, Kevin.
You're screwing it up.

You've gotta twist
and you gotta turn.

Twisting and turning.
Twist and turn.

Twist. That's it.

Ah, well done, man.
Nailed it.

I dropped acid at breakfast,
right?

And by the time Ravi Shankar
got onstage

I was... seeing
bloody monsters,

cryin' like a bloody Englishman,
you know what I mean?

The point is, what I'm
tryin' to tell you,

is it's no use gettin' soppy

about how good things
used to be.

Most times, today is better,
all right?

Right.
Let's have a look here.

Number 13,
corner pocket.

Bollocks.

- Ca va, mes enfants.
- Ca va, my lord.

Let me show you something.

All right. Ha.

Huh. Those are
some big coffins, huh?

Standard size.

New Orleans.

That one is for you.

If you'd like.

You sleep in a coffin?

It's, uh,
Persian silk velvet.

It is the vampire way.

Has been for millennia.

Right. Well, it might be
your vampire way,

but my vampire way
is bean bag chairs

and bathroom floors,
you know what I mean?

Well. You know, if you
should change your mind.

Well, thank you,
though, man.

You know what, it's really thoughtful.
Thank you.

Uh, there was another thing
that I needed to mention.

There will be
another blood ceremony tonight.

Lisa has been chosen

and I know she would consider it
a great honor

- if you will be the one who
- Look.

- Brought her...
- I... I already told you.

Turning people,
it's not my thing.

Because of what happened

- with your son?
- No. You guys, you do what you need to do

to get yer rocks off.
They're consentin' adults,

it's a free country.

Kind of.

In my experience?
Nothing ever good

came from making
more of us.

That's all.

Fly! Fly! Fly!

You couldn't be more wrong.

Deng Vuong.

The day has come.

It's your time to fly.

Fly! Fly! Fly!
Fly! Fly!

It's been real, y'all.

I don't think Deng's gonna
get much lift

with all that luggage
and all.

But he's not literally
going to fly, silly.

Eccarius is taking him
to the airport.

Why?

Deng's going
on his mission work.

- What?
- To make the world safer for us.

He's going where we all go
when it's our time to fly.

To open a new chapter
of Les Enfants.

For 50 years,
Eccarius has been sending us

all over the world
as ambassadors.

To change the hearts
of those who hate us,

to turn those
who would join us in our fight.

All the while creating a network
of safe havens

in a world that
still seeks to harm us.

Eccarius likes to say,
"They don't hate us.

They hate themselves
and we're a convenient vessel."

But now, no one
will have to live

in fear of persecution
anymore.

It's Eccarius' dream.

To provide a sanctuary.

To give anyone like you,
and soon me,

a home.

Christ.
Eccarius did all that?

Cool, right?

Yeah. It is cool.

This is interesting.

Well,
I'll cut right to it.

I owe a debt to Gran'ma.

And I will pay it down.

If she will allow me
to borrow you.

I need your grandson's help
in resolving a business dispute.

And what is your business,
Mr. Starr?

It's quite humdrum,
actually.

Public relations.
Crisis management.

That kind of thing.

But we have resources,

so I am both able
and prepared

to make his temporary release
worth your while.

We could, uh,
rebuild your business.

Restore
your charming cottage here

to its former glories.

I noticed your slave quarters
are empty.

We could change that.

Or if you wanted to leave
the 19th century behind,

what about
a television program?

The Down Home Witching Hour with
Voodoo Granny or some such.

That's... easy.

That's an email.

I want... souls.

Of course.

It's me, sir.
I hope you're sitting down.

I believe I'm about to secure
your leverage.

Bless me, father,
for I have sinned,

it's been two weeks
since my last confession.

What would you like
to confess, my child?

I've been thinking
I want to wear

Miley Cyrus' skin...

like a pelt.

Monsignor.

I want to catch
a vampire.

I'm pretty good with wounds,
you know.

Hmm.

Oh. Not to brag,
but I once...

I once took a pig's heart

and I put it
into an Irish Setter.

Dog didn't die
for two whole days.

I can probably help you
with that nose.

Thanks. It's fine.

Yeah,
barely notice it.

What happened? Snake bite?
Nostril cancer?

Some bitch
sucker punched me.

Can't be a sucker punch
if you saw it comin'.

Who said
I saw it coming?

I'm missing gator season
for this shit?

They been in... in there,
like, forever.

Ten minutes.

Well,
it feel like longer.

Anyway, it all worked out
in the end.

Some problems,
like getting Genesis back,

are too big
for someone like you.

You were smart
to call us.

You were smart to come
when we called.

You need us a helluva lot more
than we need you.

What's a Genesis?

A band.

And we need Jesse,
not you.

The way I see it,
he doesn't need you, either.

Without you screwing up
for the 19th time,

Jesse would've been out
of this mess a long time ago.

Maybe that's his thing?

Screw-ups
who sucker-punch.

Love is weird.

Yeah.

Recognize that?

Soul Happy Go Go.

The world's largest
soul retailer.

The Japanese.

Sabina must've been
in business with 'em.

A man with your resources,

you must
have contacts there.

Of course I do.
The Grail owns it.

Warehouse in Osaka.

I see.

I could easily
make that happen.

Good. Do it.

Then you can borrow him.

Unfortunately,
I'm on a time crunch.

I'll have an infiltration unit
en route to Japan in two hours,

but I need Jesse now.

Gran'ma, they must have
hundreds of souls there.

Millions, actually.

I've seen
the warehouse pictures.

It's like Willy Wonka's
Oompa Loompa Room.

Hear that?
A lifetime of souls.

I love him.

More than anything.

But if you don't get me
what I want?

I'll make sure he's of no use
to you or anyone.

Ever.

I don't foresee
any problems.

Yeah, me either.

What is it?

Flufferman.
Enough with the roughhousing.

Pack a bag.
You're going to Osaka.

She is
your infiltration unit?

I don't have a deep bench.

Just her
and someone even less.

And for a job
like this...

Well, you just said
it'd be easy.

I lied.
To get what I wanted.

You do that a lot,
don't you?

No more
than industry standard.

Well, I don't like
your industry, Starr.

You lie to me again,
I'll give you two ugly eyes.

Change of plan.

Tulip,
you're going to Osaka.

Excuse me?

Would you like
to go to Osaka?

Break into
a souls warehouse?

Security tight?

No, no, it's not really
heavily defended at all...

Shut up.

Security's tight.

Well, what about you?

I got a date
with this asshole.

Where's Osaka again?

Japan, you idiot.

Now that's
a sucker punch.

Yeah. Okay. I'll go.

You both will.

You know every speck of dust
in yer house

is like a microhistory
of yer life?

There's 63,000 different kinds
of fungi. You know?

There's 16,000 different species
of bacteria,

- and there are...
- I...

I don't care
about that right now.

Right.

Right.

Do you trust me?

I do.

Do you choose this
freely?

I do.

Do you forsake
the sunlit world

and surrender...

What is it?

To our dark
and scarlet urging?

Sorry.
Our dark and scarlet urging?

I will.

You know,
you don't have to do this.

I want to.

Don't you?

Okay.

That's enough, brother.

Tomorrow, my child,
you fly!

It's okay
if it feels good.

Do you wanna get
out of here?

Huh.

Your target?
Soul Happy Go Go.

Located here, in Umeda,
the business district.

There's a sublime sushi omakase
at the Imperial Hotel.

Doubt you'll have time,
but if you do,

keep your receipts.

Normally, of course, I'd send
for the souls via FedEx,

but the Allfather would catch
wind and start asking why.

And right now,
I'm two buttocks away

from being rolled
into human paste.

Cover story, sir?

You are Veruca Weiss,

a mid-level operative
in Grail HR.

Will I have a limp, sir?

You and your limps.

What you need is a cover story
for that nose.

Way ahead of you, sir.
Phosphorous fire.

I've decided Veruca's
an amateur chemist.

She wanted to follow
in the footsteps of her father,

a brilliant professor
at CalTech,

but when her mother
passed away

- in an unfortunate...
- Fine.

You are Janie Finch.
Also in HR.

No, no. No. I'm...

No, I'm Marnie Pomerantz.
I mean...

That's always
her cover.

I mean, you gotta
let her be Marnie.

What's she like?

Marnie.

Well, she's tough.

She fights hard,
obviously.

Chews gum. Whatever.

Chews gum. Ha.

Interesting character.
Very complex.

Oh, I'll show you complex.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- Yeah, it does.

You are Grail operative
Janie Finch

and so you will be
wearing... this.

Can I talk to you
a sec?

Hey.

This is how we do it.

This is how we win.

You go with Featherstone,
I go with Starr.

This is so dumb,
Jesse.

Pairin' up
with the world's

biggest backstabbin'
double crossers.

Serious? -Yeah, well,
we're all out of options.

Chances are one of us
is gonna make it back here.

If it's me with Genesis,
I'll kill Gran'ma.

If it's you
with the souls,

then you pay her off
and you run.

She is gonna push me,
okay?

- If I get on a plane with her...
- Well, don't let her.

She's gonna push me,
and push me,

and I'm gonna pull
some stupid O'Hare shit,

like always. -Oh, enough with
the Curse of the O'Hare crap.

- Oh, right, like you never thought it.
- I haven't.

Bullshit you haven't.

Well, if I have,
I was wrong to.

You're the toughest...

most survivingest woman
I ever met.

Survivingest.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. I like that.

If Flufferman gets up
in your grill...

just close your eyes
and... breathe.

- "Breathe"?
- Yeah. You'll be fine.

I am not wearing
that suit.

All right.

Hey, check this out.
I g...

- Stop doin' that!
- Sorry.

I'm just, uh, giving you
a little helping hand.

You'd think I'd have
a tail at least, you know?

Give it time, brother.

You've only just started.

Give it time?
It's been like three hours.

Maybe more than that.

Have you ever had
cat sex?

I can do this.

I want to be
able to lick my own feet.

That him?
Man with the cat?

Yeah.

We need him alive.

And the cat man?

Do whatever you want
with him.

Saddle up.

I don't wanna talk
about it.

Not one goddamn word.

Okay.

Some sort of
polyester blend?

- What did I just say?
- All right. I'm sorry.

You ever been to Japan?

No.

Never even tried sushi.

Hmm.

You goin' back
to New Orleans?

First thing
in the morning.

Check on Cass
while you're there.

I may not get a chance.

Check on him, Jesse.

He's your best friend,
and I'm worried about him.

I... I would love
to go myself,

but, well, I-I'm not allowed
on airplanes anymore

since they tightened up
the watchlists, you know?

Hmm. Too bad.

But Jody will take
good care of you.

Time to go.

Watch your ass,
okay?

- You watch yours, too.
- Mm-hmm.

You watch your ass,
too... sir.

I'll call you from the car.

Why?

Yeah, I'll text you
from the plane.

Why?

I'll see you
when the mission's done, sir.

Excellent.
The game's afoot.

Jesse!

Gimme a minute.

I like your hat.

Thank you.

Yeah,
I... I had a hat once.

It... It... It was, um, it was
made out of, uh, possum guts.

You know,
possum guts?

It was... it stank
to high heaven

'cause I-I didn't...

I didn't cure the...
The flesh...

I didn't cure it right.

- The thing I loved most about...
- Excuse me.

Oh, yeah.

You go right ahead.

So you're leavin'?

Mm-hmm.

No, you're not.

No. You're gonna stay here
with me.

Because, uh, because T.C.
is makin' chicken biscuits

fer supper and you...
You love chicken biscuits.

So that's it, then.
You're gonna stay.

Gran'ma,
this is a good thing.

Gonna finally get
what you want.

What you've always wanted.

I hope so.

Otherwise,
I'll tear you in half,

suck out your soul
and send you to Hell

the way I did your mama.

It won't come to that.

Trust me.

You'll come back to me?

I'll come back.

Okay.

I promise.

The flying's
coming along.

The animal transmutation?
A work in progress.

But the mesmerizing...

All right.

That was embarrassing,
mate.

I tell you what.
You're makin' fun of me?

You... a man
who's off his face

off one glass
of bloody absinthe?

Uh, it was a glass and a half,
actually.

Oh.

I always cursed the day
I was turned, you know?

Just bein' what I was,
like...

But maybe yer right. Maybe I
just been doin' it all wrong?

Well,
perhaps I have as well.

Been on this planet
for over 300 years,

and I'd never done a bong hit
until tonight.

That's pitiful.

There are other ways to make
up for lost time, though.

You know, I teach an absolute
bloody master class in angel dust.

Well, that's because you're a
junkie nonpareil, Cassidy.

You callin' me
a junkie?

A wanton, riotous...

junkie.

And I love it.

Hey,
so here's an idea.

I heard about
this underground sex club

down the road
down there.

Ow.

Cassidy!

Aah! Aah!

Ah! Aah!

Squeeze him!

Abomination.

I've built up
quite the tolerance

to tranquilizers
over the years.

- Ohh!
- How's yours?

Oh, shit.

Why so glum, chum?

No!
A mouse?

Jesus Christ. I didn't know
you could do that.

Given enough time,

we can do anything.

This is all my fault.

No.

No.

There will always be those
that want to hunt us.

Well, these aren't your
average vampire vigilantes.

Look, my friends...

These people, I... I got
mixed up with them and...

I'm sorry. I have to go.

No, you don't.

Look,
you don't understand.

They're
a world-wide death cult.

And now, for whatever reason,
they're coming after me.

No.

Cassidy...

They won't just be coming
after you.

They'll be coming after us.

Thank you for flying
Intercontinental Airways.

Please enjoy your flight.

That's mine.

You're not reading it.

Well, I was gonna.

Relax, "Janie."

You can look at the pictures
when I'm done.

Back it up, O'Hare.

We have now reached
our cruising altitude

of 35,000 feet.

Sit back, relax,
and enjoy your 16-hour flight.

How many people
have you driven to the airport?

Oh, hundreds.

Thank you, Eccarius.

For letting me be
your emissary.

Should probably get going.

I don't wanna miss
the plane.

There is no plane.

There's never been
a plane.

W-What do you mean?
Eccarius?

Why would I send another vampire
into the world?

A filthy piece of vermin?

Spoiling, stinking,

falling into despair?

But...

you're a vampire, too.

Yes.

And I'm the worst one
of all.

We are gonna get
my soul?

Correct.

And that will make
Genesis work?

Yes.

Then I will be
your Messiah?

Exactly.

What if I make Genesis work

and I don't want to be
your Messiah?

This is not the time
for plots and subterfuge.

There's too much
at stake.

You're going to have
to trust me.

You and your
industry standard lies?

Custer,
when you... make a promise,

it means something
to you, yes?

That's right.

Well,
I want you to promise

that when Genesis
starts working,

you won't betray me,

kill me or force me
to have sex with you.

Promise me that,

and I promise I will
take you to your soul.

Then I promise.

Again?

Again.

Herr Starr.

Speak.

I lost him, sir.
The vampire.

I had sun lamps and Catholics,
but... I let you down.

I will let you down,
Hoover,

into a vat of acid
if you fail this mission.

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

I've got a few other
ideas up my sleeve...

This new color
is pretty.

I like the sparkles.

You smudged
the pinky toe.

Nah, didn't smudge.

Dee-da-lee-doo.

This little piggy.

Miss Marie?

What?

Well, I wanted to...

what's a Genesis?

It's the first book
of the Bible.

Dear Christ, you're simpler
than a box of empty baskets.

No, no, I know that.

I know
all the Bible books.

What's a "Genesis"?

Theodore Charles,

where in the world
did you ever hear about that?

Your offices?

We relocated, but yes.

My soul is here?

In the reception area
as we speak,

waiting for your arrival.

I just want you to know,

no matter what happens
from here on out...

I'm with you, Messiah.

Yeah, right.

But if you want
your soul,

if we're going
to make this work...

you are going to have
to kill him.

Who?

Jesse Custer
as requested, sir.

Thrice blessed, O Custer.