Previously, on "Preacher..."
But you drink blood.
It helps me heal.
Is it possible to bring someone back from hell?
He called me. He s-said he had my boy.
You're not really here, are you, Eugene?
Drag that preacher outta my church!
What Quincannon's doing can't be legal.
I'm gonna help 'em.
Jesse was a criminal.
I never seen a man more in love
with killin' than you.
Good.
Well, that sells it.
The other option, then.
Multiplication, six times table.
Begin.
6 times 1 is 6.
6 times 2 is 12.
6 times 3 is 18.
6 times 4 is 24.
Come in, Mister. Storm's coming.
Come sit by the fire.
Mighty proud of you, son.
Mighty proud.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this here is some fine Christian charity.
Yes, it is.
And you are right.
You are welcome to join us.
For this town takes in all kinds, it does.
The woman who sells her body and the man who pays for it.
The hateful, the weary,
the broken, the lost,
and even the Butcher of Gettysburg.
Killer of 77 men with his own hands.
After all, there is no sin too great
that forbids entrance into the Kingdom of Heaven.
The only price of admission...
is to love the Lord Jesus Christ.
Now, we all here have opened up our hearts to Jesus.
Will you accept him in your heart?
Will you proclaim your love for our lord and savior,
Jesus Christ?
Right here.
Right here in front of us all.
I love my horse.
I love my wife.
And I love my little girl.
And as for Jesus...
he can join us all in hell.
Whoa, whoa.
All right, all right, hey!
Hey!
Now...
what... what the hell you w...
I want you to finish the song.
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Where's Eugene?
Told you.
I sent him to hell.
Jonny Du Valle, an old high-school buddy of mine,
last 20 years or so, he's been the assistant warden
down at Huntsville Penitentiary.
Which is where you're headed, most likely.
And not more than a year or so ago, Jonny was telling me
that child killers are not particularly welcome.
Mnh-mnh.
Not amongst screws or the inmates, either one.
Now, this one child killer was feeling so unwelcome,
got to the point that he... he jumped, or he dived,
head first off his top bunk.
He dived.
Repeatedly.
Over and over and over.
Finally, he got the job done, snapped his own neck.
Jonny's response to that tragedy was to remove the top bunks.
All in the name of justice.
Preacher, you're gonna wish you was in hell.
I'm sorry, Sheriff.
I'll see you Sunday.
How did he...
For crying out loud.
Gentlemen.
Welcome to Distant Vistas. How can I help you?
We want to take a trip.
Sit, sit.
I just got a tip
on a wonderful package rate to Nova Scotia.
It's Lobster Carnival.
Somewhere further south.
How about Tasmania?
Mm! Sunsets on Cradle Mountain,
and I hear Rod Stewart
is headlining the Festival of Voices this year.
Much further south.
We want to go to hell.
What makes you think I could get you there?
Maybe we're wrong. Maybe you can't.
Hold on.
Can you help us or not?
Is this really our only option?
You have papers?
Unregistered. That's extra.
- Departure date? - Today.
- Names? - Deblanc and Fiore.
Occupation?
You're going to hell. Someone may ask.
- Serial killer. - Architect.
Shuttle will pick you up
precisely at the designated location.
Payment in advance.
Not sure this is gonna cut it.
What else do you want?
The big one with me in back for 20 minutes.
If that's what it takes.
He's not going anywhere.
What if I report you?
Then we'll report you.
What's going on?
It's Cassidy.
He's not healing.
Not... healing? What do you mean?
You freak out a lot, Emily?
'Cause you look like you freak out a lot.
This time, don't.
Cassidy's a vampire, okay?
Are you okay with that?
You good? Can you deal?
Good.
He was in the sunlight. He got burned pretty bad.
He's asleep now, but when he wakes up,
he's gonna be hungry,
and I gave him hospital blood,
but that didn't work.
So I guess he needs, like, alive blood
for something like this,
so I've been giving him...
well, as you can see.
Is he dan... dangerous?
Not if you don't go in there.
Just, you know, open the door a crack
and throw in a hamster or chicken or something... done.
Here's some cash if you need more critters.
Don't go to Pet Express 'cause they're onto me.
You're leaving?
But you... you know about Jesse, right?
That he's in trouble?
What kind of trouble?
W-Where to start?
He made a bet with Odin Quincannon
about the church, and...
You know what, I actually don't give a shit.
I am done with Jesse Custer.
He can be your boyfriend now.
You can go to the movies, eat popcorn.
He can touch your tits.
All yours.
I... have a boyfriend.
Really?
Yeah, I'm seeing the mayor.
Nice. Good for you.
- Who's mayor again? - Miles?
Miles Person?
Sort of ginger goatee, khaki pants.
A-Average height.
Oh, yeah.
- Nice. - Yeah, he's the mayor.
He's been chasing me, like, forever.
So, yeah.
He's cool.
He sounds... cool.
Anyway, thanks for, uh, taking over.
Sure.
Well, where are you going?
I'm gonna kill a man in Albuquerque.
Better?
Yeah, much. Thanks, Jackie.
Maple syrup, Preacher?
Thanks.
Here.
Merlot?
For breakfast?
Yeah, why not?
So, Jackie and I got a bet.
She says you're off your rocker.
I say you're only half off your rocker.
You heard?
Whole town's talking about it.
You gonna bring down God almighty hisself
to church on Sunday?
Sheriff don't catch me first.
The Lord God above, creator of the universe.
Mm-hmm.
How in the world are you gonna do that?
You'll see.
Mmm. Great pancakes, Jackie.
- Thank you, Preacher. - Mm.
- Hello? - Hey!
I got your message.
Yeah, I-I'll pick up the kids from school, no problem.
And if you play your cards right,
I may also pick up a bottle of that panhandle Pinot Grigio
I was telling you about.
Oh, and you know what? Let's say I stay over this time.
You know, let the kids see my ugly mug in the morning.
Emily, are you there?
Sorry, what... what did you say?
I said, I'm... I'm... I'm staying over.
Okay, yeah.
I left the radio on for her.
Maybe it's not such a good idea,
but I'm tired of sitting around here.
This at least, you know, shows initiative.
Why don't we just call heaven instead?
We confess, tell them everything,
and throw ourselves on their mercy.
We discussed that. They'd separate us forever.
Still, we wouldn't be going to hell, also.
It's a tough one.
Why don't we toss a coin?
Heads we go to heaven, tails we go to hell.
Haven't done a coin toss in ages!
Hell.
Double or nothing.
Heaven.
Thank God.
Heaven it is. Get the phone.
Whew!
Good thing, too.
You have no idea what it's like down there, believe me.
What is it?
I put it under the bed. I know it.
Under the bed? Under the bed?!
You left a telephone with a direct line
to heaven's throne under the bed?!
Thought it was clever.
Who checks under a bed anymore?!
It's gone.
Looks like we're going to hell.
I'm looking for a private island.
What are you running away from?
Why do you ask that?
People never run away from anything.
You know what I think?
I think that... we're all in our private traps.
Clamped in them,
and none of us can ever get out.
We scratch and... and claw, but
only at the air. Only at each other.
And for all of it, we never budge an inch.
Sometimes we deliberately step into those traps.
I was born in mine. I don't mind it anymore.
Oh, but you should. You should mind it.
Oh, I do but I say I don't.
Please!
I'm hungry!
Someone, please!
The way I heard, the way she spoke to you.
Sometimes when she talks to me like that,
I feel I'd like to go over there and curse her
and to leave her forever.
Or at least defy her.
Help me.
H-Hang on. I-I-I can't hear you. What?
Miles, Miles, help me.
Miles, help me!
Wait, what's wrong?
He got out.
Oh, my God, he's gonna kill me.
Who? What? W-Where are you, Em?
Walter O'Hare's. Come quick.
Please? I'm hiding in the...
Em?
Emily?
Emily.
Emily?
Oh, my God.
N-No.
Emily!
Hey, Emily!
Emily! Come on, unlock the door!
Emily! Let me out of here!
Really?
The government fellas paid up and left right after lunch.
Juanita went in to clean up, called you right away.
Acres of cotton already planted
emerged and were in excellent condition.
But some cotton acres were yet to be planted.
Rains received earlier in the year
kept soil moisture levels high
and, with the high temperatures,
made for great cotton-growing conditions.
Some producers feel...
Henry, call an ambulance!
You're gonna be all right now.
We have an ambulance on the way,
and we're gonna get you to a hospital.
Kill me.
No, no, no. Don't talk that way.
Don't talk that way. Sheriff's here.
I'll take care of you.
You're gonna be all right, honey.
Kill me.
No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.
You look at me. You... you are gonna be all right.
You stay with me now, all right?
You stay with me.
Kill me.
Sorry, no carry-ons.
What about my comics?
It's all right, my dear.
Leave 'em behind.
Okay.
There you go. You're free.
Go on, now.
Go on, now, scoot.
Tulip around?
She went to Albuquerque.
What are you doing here?
Just setting them free.
Anyway, I got to go get my kids.
Oh, and your mate's inside.
Ohh.
Go away.
Cassidy.
You should go, Preacher.
It's not safe...
for you here.
Oh, Jesus.
You killed the mayor.
I'll kill you, too!
I told you what I was.
And now you see.
You can leave.
I'm not going anywhere.
You saw me, too, Cassidy.
The worst part of me.
And I'm so sorry.
Jesse Custer,
with the pretty girl and the kung fu moves.
What have you to be sorry for, huh?
Plenty.
But right now, I'm just so sorry I let you burn.
No.
Put me out pretty quick.
Not quick enough.
You put me out.
That's what matters.
So, what do we do now?
Would you fancy a shag,
or want to just hold hands or something?
Well...
let me ask you something.
If I killed the mayor,
what would you do?
I'd help you get rid of the body.
Right.
Let's do that, then, shall we?
You hear about Jesse Custer?
He absconded.
Jesse Custer?
Root's worrying his shirt off. There's no need.
Jesse'll be at church on Sunday. You bet your life on it.
What do you think Preacher's gonna do?
Well, I'll tell you what he's gonna do.
He's gonna stand in front of the whole town
with egg on his face and he's gonna denounce God,
and the greatest lie ever told's gonna get untold.
Other than that, Jesse Custer's gonna do nothing at all.
Hey, padre!
Come here a sec.
What are you doing?
It's a direct line to heaven's throne.
Excuse me for being curious.
Have a listen to that.
No dial tone, no operator.
Bloody thing doesn't even turn on.
No, they said...
Oh, shit.
I need angel hands. Otherwise it won't work.
Oh, yeah, no problem there, padre.
I can get you angel hands.
Okay.
Finish up in here. I got to make a call.
All right, Your Honor.
Let's get you tucked in nice and cozy.
It's Tulip. Say something.
Hey. It's me.
I just want to tell you...
I had pancakes this morning.
It reminded me of when we were on the run
from the Rodriguez brothers back in...
2010?
Something like that.
Anyway, I remember we ate at a diner
just outside Kansas City.
You asked the waitress for M&M pancakes.
She said, "That's not on the menu."
And you like it how you like it,
so you said, "You got M&Ms, right?
You got pancakes. So you bring them to me
and I'll put them in there myself."
That's what you did.
One by one.
So, yeah,
I guess I was thinking about that, and...
Anyway...
I just wanted to say...
for me...
it's just you.
Till the end of the world.
All right, Carlos.
You have to go.
Two days. Three at most.
Come back to us.
What do you say to that, sir?
Do you agree, yes or no?
That this is paradise.
It ain't.
Have it ready for you tomorrow.
Today.
Morning first thing. It's the best I can do.
And Noah said unto God,
after 40 long nights on that Ark,
"Forgive me, oh, Lord, but I cannot stop stroking my cock."
Can I get an amen, boys?
- There we go. - Make him watch.
I know you.
I do.
Where was it again?
You have yourself a good morning, now.
Hey, Mister! Hey!
Hi, cowboy! We're headed to Ratwater!
Mom!
Make the kid watch.
Hey, I remember you now.
40... and 41.
Come on, son.
Gettysburg.
Third day, Pickett's charge.
I never seen a man more in love with killing than you.
Lost a lot of good men that day.
Lost a lot of horses, too.
No.
6 times 5 is 30.
I want you to finish the song.
Come back to us.
Two days.
Three at most.
What do you say to that, sir? Do you agree, yes or no?
This is paradise? That this is paradise.
It ain't.
Have it ready for you tomorrow.
I know you.
Hey, Mister!
Mom!
- I remember you now. - 41.
You have to go. Come back to us.
You have to go. You have to go. Come back to us.
6 times 5 is...
Will you open up your heart to him?
Your love for our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?
He can join us all in hell.
- You have to go. - Hi, cowboy!
6...
- Come back to us. - Do you agree, yes or no?
Hey!
- Come back to us. - That this is paradise.
- Hey, Mister! - 41.
6...
- It ain't. - Have it ready for you tomorrow.
- Hey, Mister! - No.
Will you accept...
_
You want this to end?
You want to be free of all this?
We have a job for you.
What job?
Come with us. We'll tell you.
What job?
We want you to kill someone.
Who?
A preacher.
Whoo! Hello, my lovelies.
Angel hands.
Huh.
How many did you need? Three, four?
Mm. One'll do.
Thanks, Cass.
All right.
Oh, he was a nice bloke.
I got the dog. You get the...
God, eh?
Yep.
Coming to Texas?
Sunday morning.
That'll be something, huh?
Yep.
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