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Previously on AMC's "Preacher"...

After Tracy Loach, everybody hates me.

This is a thing... a gripping and terrible thing!

It is not a thing! Go to Hell, Eugene!

You said, if word got out about Genesis...

That's happened. Someone's after us.

[Grunting]

- Genesis. - Don't tell Jesse.

I changed my mind about getting married.

If God likes jazz, we're gonna follow the music.

What better place to look for him than...

New Orleans.

Girl: Eugene, where are you?

I need you.

Please, come now.

[Heroic music plays]

♪

[Tires squeal]

♪

[Sobs]

Lock the door.

[Lock clicks]

Tracy, what's wrong? What happened?

He cheated on me.

[Sniffles]

Jenny Lewin saw him getting head under the bleachers

from Karen Freakin' Murphy.

She's a five at best.

Jenny Lewin hates me.

She's gonna tell everyone

that Tucker cheated on me with a five.

I'll be humiliated.

So...

I'm gonna kill myself.

- It's my dad's, and it's loaded. - Whoa, wait.

Why don't you put that down before somebody gets hurt?

I'm killing myself, Eugene.

I already wrote my suicide note.

♪

"To whom it may concern... Dear everybody,

my death has nothing to do with that asshole Tucker."

[Sobs]

"I hereby leave Buckeroo to Suzy K., my only friend

who cared enough to bring him carrots.

The rest of my stuff should be kept exactly where it is,

like a shrine so people can remember me.

Under no circumstances are my brothers

ever allowed in my room."

♪

"For Tucker, I'll leave a list

of all the guys I've had really great sex with

so he can be jealous for all eternity...

Greg, Houston, Cody H., Cody D."

♪

Cody D.?

Well [sniffles] it was just anal

so I'll still get into Heaven.

The part about you is at the end.

♪

"I officially put my most trusted friend...

Eugene Root...

in charge of everything in this letter."

[Sniffles]

[Sighs] My funeral playlist is on page 14.

Make sure they bury me in that dress.

Look, I-I-I'm sorry, Tracy,

but I-I'm not gonna help you with this.

- No way. - You have to.

You're the only person I can count on to do what I say.

Look.

I know this hurts, but dying is not the answer.

Living is.

Look, Tracy, God would not want you to give up on yourself

just 'cause...

Just 'cause Jenny Lewin's got a big mouth.

[Sobs]

He's probably got a miracle waiting for you

right around the corner.

The thing is...

you got to stick around if you want to see it.

♪

It... It's like what Mary Poppins says

in "The Sound of Music", that when God closes a door,

he always opens up a window.

[Sniffles]

You're right. I used to love Mary Poppins.

[Sighs]

[Exhales deeply]

[Chuckles]

We won't need this anymore.

[Chuckles]

[Clinks]

♪

[Sniffles] Thanks, Eugene.

♪

- What the heck? - I'm... I'm sorry.

I just... I just thought that...

You thought that because me and Tucker that...

you and me?

♪

Maybe.

♪

Ew.

♪

Oh, God. Oh, God.

- No! - [Gunshot]

♪

Darn it.

Tracy?! Oh, thank gosh.

I'm so sorry. Please don't die.

I'm just gonna get all this back in here,

and you'll be good as new, all right?

It really looks a lot worse than it is.

Just gonna scoop this stuff back in there where it belongs.

Please don't die, Tracy. Please don't die.

[Door opens, closes]

Mrs. Loach: Hello? Tracy?

- Tracy? - Hey, Mrs. Loach.

We'll be out in just a second.

Okay, Eugene.

- [Doorknob rattling] - Why is this door locked?

We'll be out in just a minute.

Tracy, you know the rules. Unlock this door.

What's going on in there, Eugene?

Uh, Tracy's taking a nap, Mrs. Loach.

- We'll be out in... - [Windows creaks]

[grunting] just... Just a minute.

- Tracy, honey, are you okay? - [Doorknob rattling]

- [Knock on door] - What's he doing to you?

Eugene, open this door right now

or you're gonna be in big trouble. I mean it.

Eugene Root, open this door or I'm calling your father.

Please don't do that, Mrs. Loach.

- Tracy? Tracy? - [Rattling continues]

Eugene, you leave my daughter alone.

Eugene, you answer me right now! You monster!

[Rattling, knocking continues]

♪

You get your hands off my daughter, Eugene!

I'm calling your father right now!

Eugene! Eugene!

[Shotgun clicks]

[Gunshot]

Tracy: [Echoing] Eugene, where are you?

I need you. I need you.

Please, come now.

[Tires squeal]

- Lock the door. - [Lock clicks]

He cheated on me. I'm gonna kill myself.

I'm sorry, Tracy, but I'm not gonna help you with this.

Dying is not the answer. Living is.

[Fast-forwarding]

♪

Ew.

- No! - [Gunshot]

It really looks a lot worse than it is.

Mrs. Loach: Hello? Tracy?

[Doorknob rattling]

[Shotgun clicks]

- [Gunshot] - Tracy: Eugene, where are you?

- [Tires squeal] - Tracy: Lock the door.

It's my dad's, and it's loaded.

Dying is not the answer. Living is.

[Gunshot]

Please don't die. Oh, God.

[Fast-forwarding, gunshot]

- [Lock clicks] - You and me?

[Gunshot]

[Tires squeal]

- Ew. - [Gunshot]

[Gunshot, tires squeal]

- Ew. - [Gunshot]

[Fast-forwarding]

Ew.

[Fast-forwarding]

[Eugene breathing heavily]

[Electricity crackles]

[Door opens]

♪

_

♪

All units down in block 3767211.

[Radio crackles]

♪

Don't move.

♪

[Door closes]

♪

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[Engine rumbling]

♪

_

[Somber jazz music plays on radio]

♪

I just think New Orleans is a dumb idea.

- Got a better one? - No, NOLA's great.

Ladies flash their boobs at practically nothing up there.

If you like that sort of thing. I don't.

[Music continues]

Are we gonna have to listen to this one song

over and over the whole drive?

I'm just trying to figure it out.

Tammy said "A Walk To The Peak" was God's favorite.

It is kinda catchy.

Yeah, like cats screwing at the airport

under an ice-cream truck.

Huh.

I thought you hated New Orleans.

I like the city fine.

It's the swamps I don't like.

Why's that?

It's a family thing. You want me to drive?

My car? No.

♪

- Why? - You're driving like a little boy.

- No, I'm not. - You're goin' 50.

That's the legal speed limit, Jesse.

I just think New Orleans is a dumb plan.

- So I heard. - All's we know is that

God has a crappy taste in music.

- I like jazz. - I like tacos.

- Doesn't mean I go to Mexico. - You have gone to Mexico.

I didn't go to Mexico for the tacos, Jesse.

I went to kill a guy. That's my point.

Do you know what, though?

I could really go for a Mexican taco right now.

But you don't have to go to Mexico for one, Cassidy.

Lots of places have Mexican tacos.

Just like there's lots of jazz in Mexico.

- Mexi-Jazz. - Exactly.

I think we probably should go to Mexico.

Because maybe God likes Mexi-Jazz?

Well, maybe.

♪

Well, I got a good feeling about New Orleans.

[Upbeat jazz music plays]

♪

[Indistinct shouting]

♪

_

[Indistinct shouting continues]

[Vomits]

You have any idea how many jazz clubs

there are in New Orleans, Jesse?

187. I looked it up.

So where do we start, Padre?

How 'bout right here?

♪

'Scuse me.

Hey.

♪

I'm lookin' for God.

All three of you?

♪

Yeah.

Cover me.

♪

These folks are looking for God.

All three of them?

Yeah.

Follow me.

[Chain clanks]

♪

[Dishes clattering]

♪

[Indistinct chatter in distance]

♪

[Knock on door]

[Door unlocks]

♪

These folks are looking for God.

All three of us.

♪

[Curtain rattles]

So, $1,800 to watch. $4,000 if you want to play.

And doggie style is $12,000.

- Wow. - [Laughs]

That's different.

What'll be?

Right.

What the hell are you doing?

Payin' the man.

We don't want this.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

We're looking for God.

God, God. The God.

Not this.

♪

[Growls]

Get out of here, preacher man. You had your chance.

Let's go. Y'all, too. Get out of here, ya freaks.

You don't know what you're missing out on.

[Indistinct chatter]

- That suit was so... - Formfitting.

Be bloody hard to get out off, I'd imagine, huh?

Unless he never takes it off.

She might very well enjoy grooming him, you know?

Oh, you think they're a couple.

How do they make the, uh...

Well, I think that's what the bloody treats are for,

if you know what I mean.

♪

- I don't feel so good. - Well, neither do I.

Stomach's still doing bloody flips after seeing that.

Not that. I-I gotta go lie down.

We're only just getting started.

Yeah, and I don't feel good.

Give me a sec.

What's going on, Tulip?

I told you a bunch of times, okay?

I got a stomachache.

It's like piercing, sharp, grabby kinda of feeling.

Sharp, grabby kind of feeling?

Is that all you got to say?

Yeah.

All right.

- Feel better. - Don't be mad at me.

Why would I be mad at you?

I don't know. No reason.

Maybe about the not getting married.

[Indistinct chatter]

Marriage is stupid, like we said.

I know.

God's missing, Tulip. I gotta find Him.

Hey.

Till the end of the world, right?

Right.

Well, looks like it's just me and you, Cass.

- Where she goin'? - Oh, I dunno.

Motel. Let's try that one.

No, no, no. I'm sorry, Padre. I'm gonna have to go with her.

What?

Well, she can't check into a motel.

- We're staying with Denis. - Who?

The guy who we're staying with, Denis,

if he finds out we're staying at a motel,

he'll never forgive me, all right?

I'll text you the address. You're gonna love 'im.

[Indistinct chatter]

♪

- Lookin' for God. - What's that?

Lookin' for God!

[Both laugh]

Yo, order a drink or take a hike, buddy.

Ratwater, neat.

Man: Hey, you know that joke

about the preacher who walks into a bar?

That's him.

[Both laugh]

Preacher lookin' for God. That's a joke.

Aah!

♪

You seem anxious.

I ain't anxious.

All right. Well, nervous then.

But it's okay. It makes sense.

I'm nervous and I'm not the one

who just killed a man with a pager wand.

Where are you talking about that?

- I told you not to talk about that. - I know.

- I just have a couple of questions. - No.

All right. Well, one question then. Like, who the...

- No question. - None, got it.

Oh, sh...

[Dramatic music plays]

[Water splashes]

♪

So, we're on the run.

Statement, not a question.

What?

Tulip?

Tulip O'Hare, I thought that was your cute little backside.

Hi, Mrs. Barbaret.

Where've you been, honey?

Oh, you know, just... out of town.

Well, you stop all your running around

and come over for some 'a my Doberge.

I'll make the lemon like you like.

Thank you, Mrs. Barbaret. That sounds real good.

You've been a stranger too long.

Ah, she seems really nice.

- Shit. - Maybe not.

[Doorbell rings]

[Dog barks in distance]

How do you know this guy again?

Who? Denis? Oh, we go way back.

[Chuckles] He's hysterical.

Denis! My God, man. You look great!

Come here. It's good to see you.

Tulip, Denis. Denis, Tulip.

C'est pas Denis. C'est Denee.

[Speaking French]

- Mm-hmm. - [Speaking French]

- Do you speak French? - No.

Yeah, neither of us got any of that, Denis.

But we would like to sleep in your house

for a very long time.

[Speaks French]

All right, come on quick.

Are you sure he's okay with this?

He left the door open, didn't he?

[Indistinct chatter]

I know where you can find God, Preacher.

Man-dog in the basement.

- Hey. - No, I saw that already.

- It's not what I'm looking for. - Don't talk to her.

♪

Ah, Eddie, you're so embarrassing.

♪

- ["Three Stooges" dubbed in French] - [Denis coughs]

Hey.

I just wanted to say thank you for lettin' us stay.

I got you these.

I remember you liked the ones with the peanuts, so, yeah.

Listen, no need to go to any trouble.

We're gettin' ourselves settled in back there all right, so...

And I got another friend coming over, too.

He's a preacher.

Preacher. Man of God, Denis.

We're on a really big mission.

It's big. It's important stuff.

Really, it is.

[Indistinct talking on TV]

Oh, "Three Stooges." It's a classic, isn't it?

In any language that's good. [Laughs]

- [Coughs] - All right.

I'll leave you to it.

[Packet thuds]

[Floor creaks, footsteps]

All right. So, towels are in the closet.

Bathroom down the hall. I just spoke to Denis.

- He's thrilled we're here, you know? - I can't be here, Cassidy.

You're afraid of someone.

Statement. It's not a question.

Why did it have to be New Orleans, huh?

I knew someone would see me here.

Mrs. Barbaret is probably telling Viktor right now.

Viktor? Who's Viktor?

Doesn't matter.

What matter is I screwed him,

and now I'm here in his backyard.

Stupid New Orleans.

All right. We... We could always just leave.

You know, I'm a big proponent of running away from your problems.

Yeah? Well, Jesse's not.

As long as he thinks God's here, he's not going anywhere.

I'm sure he might if he knew about your troubles.

If he knew about my troubles, he'd make it a whole lot worse.

- Believe me. - Why would he do that?

He's your ex-fiancé, and he loves you.

I can't tell him.

Well, then, let me help you out.

[Laughs]

You can't help me, Cassidy.

Really? You serious?

Helped you move the body of your murder victim, didn't I?

And I've helped you lie to my best mate more than once now.

I know, but...

I helped you set up these free digs as well.

I think I can be pretty damn helpful, actually.

- I'm not saying you're not... - No, you're treating me

like an idiot Irish sidekick, and I think you need to tell me

what the hell is going on here, love.

[Exhales deeply]

[Jazz music plays]

♪

[Ice cubes clinking]

Jesse: 'Scuse me. Lookin' for God.

Man: What the hell are you talking about?

You seen God?

Woman: Get lost, weirdo.

You seen God?

Is this a joke?

Hey, I'm looking for God.

Man: In a bar? Good one, preacher.

Man #2: I'll have whatever he's smoking.

- You seen God? - You lookin' for Santa Claus

- and the Easter Bunny, too? - [Punches landing]

- [Laughs] - You tell me where God is.

You're the preacher man.

'Scuse me. Lookin' for God.

You seen God? Lookin' for God.

[Knocks on bar]

Bar's closed, buddy. Time to go.

[Blows]

Oh.

[Grunts]

You seen God?

[Chuckles] In New Orleans?

Never mind.

Hey.

You might want to talk to the singer at Le Chamonix.

["Almost Blue" plays]

♪

♪ Almost blue ♪

♪ It's almost touching ♪

♪ It will almost do ♪

♪ There is a part of me that's always true ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Not all good things come to an end ♪

♪ Now it is only ♪

♪ A chosen few ♪

♪ I have seen such an unhappy couple ♪

♪ Almost me ♪

♪ Almost you ♪

♪ Almost blue ♪

Thank you.

[Applause]

♪

Make it a double tonight, Stan.

Put that on my tab.

I'm Lewis.

Lara. Thanks for the drink.

Thank you, honey.

I don't make a habit of talking to ladies in bars.

I got to tell you,

you're about the hottest thing I've seen since fire.

[Chuckles]

Well, thank you, Lewis.

So you like America, huh?

Who doesn't?

Which part about it do you love most?

- The freedom, of course. - Hmm, I love that part, too.

Well, sounds like you and me have a lot in common.

How about you let me take you to dinner?

Hmm.

Or we could just...

cut the bullshit and go back to my dressing room.

Two American-loving patriots,

just free to do whatever we want.

Yes, ma'am.

You just have to answer me one question first.

- I'm not married. - [Chuckles]

That's not my question, Lewis.

What's the capital of Florida?

[Chuckles]

♪

Um, I think it's, um, Tallahassee?

Oh.

So close.

Sorry, Lewis.

♪

I believe Tallahassee is the capital of Florida.

Hmm.

Well, he wasn't sure.

[Chuckles]

Lemme guess... you're a man who knows his capitals.

Nope.

Never really been interested in geography.

Mm. That's right.

Preachers aren't allowed to be interested in geography.

That's Catholics.

I can be interested in whatever I want.

So what are you interested in?

God.

I didn't have you pegged as a cliché.

Bartender at Sugar Foot said you might know where He is.

- Which bartender's that? - Tall black guy.

Said I should talk to you.

♪

Clean yourself up. Meet me outside.

- Hmm? - Freak!

How dare you!

[Car approaches]

[Taxi departs]

♪

[Horn honks]

[Car crashes]

♪

Lara: Help! No! Help!

[Screaming]

[Van door closes]

[Tires squeal]

[Echoing] Stop.

[Tires screech]

[Van door opens]

[Grunting]

♪

[Grunts] Aah!

♪

Aah!

[Men groaning]

[Breathing heavily]

[Normal voice] You all right?

Who are you?

Jesse Custer.

I'm not with them.

♪

[Man groans]

Come with me.

♪

[Keys jingling]

Did she go down okay?

- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.

Where are you gonna go?

Someplace I can keep Gracie safe.

One sec.

Yeah.

- Hey, sweetie. How you doing? - [Baby coos]

Mama's home Shh. Go back to sleep.

[Zipper unzips]

Those men back there...

how'd you get them to stop?

I told 'em to.

You told them to?

It's the collar.

Gives me a-an authority.

Who are they? What do they want?

They are a super-secret crypto-religious fascist organization

with designs on total world domination.

Yeah, that's the same look I had when I heard it.

Who told you that?

Some guy who used to come into the club,

drink, hit on me, whatever.

No, he said they were after him.

Why? What they want from him?

He comes in one night, tells me... God's missing

and that these people in white suits are after him,

warning him to be quiet.

Who is this guy? Where can I find him?

He's dead. Body washed up in the swamps.

Until tonight, I tried to tell myself it was a coincidence,

but...

I mean, they find dead guys in the swamps all the time, right?

I just... couldn't shake the feeling

I was being followed by men in white.

Well, they must have known you talked to him.

- I thought I was losing my mind. - Oh, hey.

If you hadn't come along, I...

Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

It's just lucky I was there.

Real lucky.

♪

Seriously, how'd you get them to stop?

Like I said, I told them to.

No, these aren't the kind of people who stop

because someone tells them to.

How did you make them stop, Preacher?

♪

I have a power.

I can make people do anything I say.

♪

So, hold on.

You... You can just say something and they do it?

- Mm-hmm. - [Laughs]

♪

Show me.

I don't think that would be a good idea.

Like, for example...

say I wanted to kiss you.

♪

Could you make me stop?

Mm-hmm.

Even if I really...

really wanted to?

♪

[Echoing] Stop.

♪

- [Baby cooing] - Lara: Hey, sweet baby.

Mama'll be right back. Shh.

I'm going to the airport.

You sure this is all right?

We'll be okay with my sister.

Strange, I never thought much about God before all this.

Not many people have.

Why would He leave Heaven? What's He thinking?

I don't know.

Well, I hope you find him.

I will.

You know, Preacher, I believe you just might.

Got you that time.

Bye.

You take care.

[Engine starts]

[Jazz music plays in distance]

♪

[Ominous music plays]

♪

_

[Machinery clinking]

[Muffled scream]

[Cellphone rings]

[Cellphone beeps]

Hey.

Hey.

Whatcha doing?

- Workin'. - Still looking?

Yeah, I'm still looking.

Seems like we might not be the only ones

to know God's missing.

Hmm.

Some kind of cover-up. Some sort of group.

I'm just trying to figure out why.

Well, that's cool.

What's up?

Well, we're at this guy Denis' place.

Cassidy keeps talking about how great he is,

but I think he pretty much hates Cassidy's guts, so...

But he got cereal and Pop-Tarts.

Is that why you called me?

I'm just filling you in.

Come on, Tulip.

What's going on?

[Sighs]

Did you call me just to breathe down the phone?

No, I just wanted to say...

stuff. Well, you ain't saying any stuff.

Well, you ain't saying any stuff, neither.

I gotta go.

Fine.

Go find your God then, Preacher.

[Cellphone beeps, thuds]

♪

Tulip.

Tulip. Where you going?

Just to get smokes.

Would you want some company?

I'll be okay.

[Door opens, closes]

[Floor creaks]

[Screaming in distance]

[Electricity humming]

Hello?!

Man: [German accent] Hello?

Who's there?

♪

[Cell doors opening]

♪

[Jazz music plays]

♪

[Light applause]

Ah, heavy set, boys. [Laughs]

Ah, one more. Come on. One more.

What you want to hear then?

Ah, it's a tough choice, brother.

"A Walk To The Peak"?

- [Man chuckles] - Yeah.

Deep cut, Daddy-o.

[Chuckles]

One, two. A-one, two...

["A Walk To The Peak" plays]

♪

[Baby crying]

Will someone please get me a damn dog next time?

[Sighs]

♪

Was the Intel right?

Whatever Custer's got, it's for real.

So, what do you want to do about it?

Kick him up to Samson Unit.

You sure?

Do it.

♪

_

_

♪

Track's 18 karat, brother.

[Chuckles]

Been listening to it a lot,

trying to understand what it's about.

Can't you feel it?

[Chaotic jazz playing]

♪

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, now you're diggin' it, Daddy-o.

[Chuckles] It's the end of the world.

♪

[Door creaks]

Hey. Got change for $100?

[Scoffs] All I got's a five.

Fine.

[Change machine whirrs]

[Coins clanking]

♪

[Coins jingle]

[Coins clanking]

♪

[Tires screech]

[Engine stops, car door opens]

[Car doors close]

- [Door opens] - Man: Everyone out! Now!

[Clanking continues]

[Footsteps approaching]

♪

[Machine vends]

[Pats cigarettes]

♪

Viktor, we got her.

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