♪ Onward Christian soldiers ♪
♪ Marching as to war ♪
♪ With the cross of Jesus ♪
♪ Going on before ♪
♪ Christ the royal master ♪
♪ Leads against the foe ♪
♪ Forward into battle ♪
♪ See His banners go ♪
♪ Onward Christian soldiers ♪
♪ Marching as to war ♪
♪ With the cross of Jesus ♪
♪ Going on before ♪
I'm here to tell you that your whole life can change in a moment.
And this is that moment.
And this is the word.
Serve God.
Please join me in the Prayer of Confession.
"Most merciful God."
"We confess that we have sinned against You
in thought, word, and in deed,
by what we have done, and by what we have left undone."
- Wonderful sermon, Preacher. - Thank you so much, Mrs. Douglas.
- We'll see you next time, okay? - Thank you.
- Nice to see you.
You take care. Have a great weekend, what's left of it. You get some rest.
Nice to see you, too.
Good to see you again. Thank you for coming back here.
- Preacher. - Good to see you, Sheriff.
Has anybody seen Eugene?
- Bye. - Have a good week, sir.
Thank you.
- Have a good week, sir. - Thanks, we'll see you next time.
Hey, buddy. See you next time.
Explain yourself.
We didn't mean for it to get out of hand.
But you always said it's all right to stand up to bullies.
Sounds like this was more than just standing up.
Three kids in the infirmary. And Donnie Schenck lost a nipple.
What?
Tulip bit him. But that's 'cause he called her a piece of trash.
And it was an accident, right?
You thought you were just biting his shirt and your mouth slipped.
We didn't mean for it to get out of hand.
All right, let's go.
What about Tulip?
- Where's your mother? - Jail.
- Where's your uncle? - Drunk.
We can't just leave her here.
Thank you for the church. Thank you for the dinner...
What else?
Please help me on that test coming up next week.
And please take care of my mom, wherever she is.
And thanks for the lesson today.
I'm trying really, really hard not to be so bad.
And thanks for helping my dad always do the right thing.
Give me the pants.
[ENGINE RUNNING]
Come on, Walter. Come on. Work with me.
Let's get you inside.
You got to help me. Come on.
Okay.
Wagner's pre-marital counseling,
Mr. and Mrs. Jackson's blessing, another staff meeting...
Phil and Melinda's baptism arrangements. That's a busy day.
- Hard to believe. - Yeah.
Like you always say, "We're just getting started."
Oh, busy?
Corleone family wedding day busy.
- So, how's it going, huh? - It's good.
- How are you? - Good. Yeah, very good.
How are you doing?
I'm still good, Cass.
- What's up? - Now, see, to me,
I think what's up with you seems like the more interesting question here,
don't you think?
What's up with me is, I'm stuck in a weird conversation with you.
Unfortunately, I've got Bible study coming up soon.
Unless you figure out what it is you want to talk to me about...
Yeah, I saw, I saw. I saw, all right?
What do you mean?
With the arsey-face kid, Jesse. I saw, all right? You know?
Now, look, we're best mates. You know? I...
We'll figure something out. I just...
I'm not judging you, man. I just need to know what I can do to help out here.
- Help what? - With the kid, Jesse.
I saw what you done to him.
Cass...
- You ready for me? - Ready.
All right.
- Hey. - Hey.
- What you got there? - I'm cooking dinner.
Oh, dinner, eh?
Yeah. So what?
So what ever happened to getting out of here?
Ripping the balls off what's-his-name? Bloody Pedro.
- Carlos. - Right.
We're still doing that. It's just on pause.
I see.
Hamburgers, pre-pattied. Hash browns.
Carrot sticks and a frozen vegetable medley.
Why not? Come on.
I... I didn't tell him, by the way.
Tell who what?
Jesse. About...
Well, that's good. 'Cause he'd probably kill you.
He won't kill me. I'm his best friend.
And I'm his girlfriend. Doesn't mean I tell him everything.
All right, well, if you're his girlfriend then why did you...
Why did I what?
Why did you... make love to me the other night?
Make love?
I didn't.
Me and Jesse talk a lot, is all, you know, and I didn't say anything.
So you're bloody welcome.
- You two talk a lot, huh? - All the time.
- You tell him everything. - Pretty much.
- You tell him what you are? - Yes, absolutely.
- Oh, really? - I did. I told him like...
I've told him, like, nine times, all right?
- Why'd you do that? - Why did I do what?
Why did you tell him nine times?
Because I thought it was worth repeating, huh?
You didn't tell him nine times.
You didn't tell him once. Not really.
And you know why. 'Cause he wouldn't be okay with it.
- Oh, come on. That's not true. - Okay.
Well, it's not! He's a bloody preacher, for Christ's sake.
He's a preacher, all right? You know, his job is to, is to...
To tell you the truth, I don't know exactly what his job is,
but I know it's not walking around just casting judgment.
I bet I could tell him right now and he wouldn't give a kitten's arsehole.
All right?
Who's his favorite movie star?
- What? - His favorite movie star.
Who does he think pretty much shits sunshine? Who would that be?
It's Ryan Phillippe. It's Ryan Phillippe.
John Wayne.
Wake up, Cassidy.
Jesse is a preacher's boy from West Texas.
So what?
So tell him, if you really want to. See what he does.
I bet I know a thing or two about him you don't.
Like what?
Like, did you know he could make you do things just by telling you to?
Not me.
You'd be surprised.
I'm gonna lick your eyeball.
Hey!
- Homework? - Done.
- All of it? - Yes, sir.
I finished my geometry on the bus.
- Tulip? - Yes, sir.
Good.
Dishes do themselves now, do they?
- No, sir. - No, sir.
Out of dish soap. Check the closet.
JESSE'S FATHER: She's stubborn, strong-willed...
You asleep?
- What? You pee the couch again? - No.
Till the end of the world, right?
You have to say your part of it or else it doesn't count.
Till the end of the world.
Have a seat.
You can't do this! Hey! Are you listening to me? I said no!
- I said you can't! Please. - Jesse!
Dad, stop them! We gotta stop them. Dad!
Hey! Open the door! Open the goddamn door!
No!
- I know you don't understand... - She was good.
She didn't get in trouble barely at all the whole time.
- Why did you do that? - I know it's hard.
- Why? Tell me! - Look...
Because she's an O'Hare, all right? There's always gonna be trouble.
Dear God, please take care of Tulip, wherever she is.
And please, please kill my dad!
Kill him and send him straight to hell!
[BONGOS PLAYING]
Run! Run! Don't look back!
Don't look back!
Lot's wife, that's your cue to look back.
Right!
Good! Good.
Angie will duck behind the pulpit.
Davie throws the salt.
That's enough, thank you. Angie.
Ben.
"God then cast a thunderbolt upon the city,
and set it on fire, with its inhabitants,
and laid waste the country with the like burning."
Anyway... Just getting the kinks out.
What do you think?
I think they should be more scared.
An inferno at your back, consuming every man,
woman and child in its path.
And you're what? Smiling?
They should be terrified.
The world's ending.
Otherwise, who gives a shit?
Okay.
Well, keep going.
Okay, so let's reset from...
Abraham trying to cut a deal with God to be merciful.
- Business looks good. - Mr. Quincannon.
- Might I have a word? - Yeah, of course.
Right.
So, I did it. I finished the model.
- Really? - Yeah, topped off the south wall,
- placed the last of Santa Anna's men. - Well, I'm impressed.
Explains why we didn't see you in church this morning.
Yeah, well. I've... I've been busy.
Something you wanted to talk about?
- Have you ever been to Brazil? - Brazil? No.
There's a slaughterhouse there. In a place called Mato Grosso.
Processed five million head of cattle last year alone.
That's five million head.
They say you can hear the sounds of them all the way down the Cuiaba River.
Yeah.
I...
- I've done a terrible thing, Preacher. - Go on.
When I inherited Quincannon Meat & Power from my father,
we were the largest packing plant in Texas.
Now we don't do in a year what we used to do in a month.
Hell, what my granddaddy did in a week.
I neglected my birthright.
Let my family down.
Well, with God it's...
It's never too late to make things right.
I couldn't agree more.
- What's this? - It's a deed of transfer.
For your church and land. As agreed upon.
It's all above-board. I had Miles take a look at it last night.
I'm sorry. You need a pen?
- Odin, I didn't agree to this. - Yes, you did. In my office.
The bet?
If I agreed to come to church, and I did. I came to church.
And you left a Christian, which was what we agreed.
Jesse, you should know better than anyone that I'm no Christian.
You're lying.
- No. I'm not. - You agreed to serve God.
Everyone saw it. I saw it with my own eyes.
Well, I'm sorry, Preacher. You saw wrong. Sign.
I'm not signing anything.
- We made an agreement. - I don't care what we made.
I'm not giving you my father's church.
Yeah.
You know, toward the end there,
William Travis wrote a letter.
One of them cold nights of his, up behind the garrison walls.
When I was a boy, I kept a copy folded under my pillow.
"I have answered the demand with a cannon shot.
- I shall never surrender or retreat." - "Victory or death."
Exactly right.
Yeah.
I'll be back.
You said I could smoke out here.
As long as it's tobacco, you... you said so.
I know...
There's things I don't know about him. Things that would surprise me.
Yeah.
But then again, that's true of all of us.
Don't you think?
Yeah.
Jesse's a good bloke.
Dinner's on.
You know, everyone says it's not supposed to make sense.
Like, that's the whole point, dude.
And I'm just saying, that's like an excuse for lazy storytelling.
Just don't sell me shite and tell me it's gold, all right?
I may be stoned but I'm not high, you know what I mean?
Plot matters.
Never seen a Coen Brothers.
Well, don't start with Lebowski or you're done.
How're the hash browns?
Oh, delicious taters. Really good. Lovely.
They've got this... sort of a flavor to them?
Right. Vanilla extract.
But not too much, 'cause...
otherwise it's... I don't know.
Overpowering? No, absolutely.
You know, and don't get me wrong.
Miller's Crossing, No Country For Old Men.
Structured, quality filmmaking.
Bloody Ladykillers. They can do it.
They just gotta give a shit. You know what I mean?
What's your problem?
- What? - "What?"
Haven't said four words.
- What happened? Someone's cat die? - Leave it alone, Tulip.
What the heck is going on?
Sorry. I was knocking.
- Miss Woodrow. - Evening, Sheriff.
I hate to interrupt your supper, but I was hoping...
Well, I'm looking for Eugene.
And I was hoping he'd run off to spend time with you like he sometimes does.
But I reckon not.
Darndest thing.
Have you seen him? Have you seen Eugene?
[FIRE ALARM BEEPING]
Oh, no. No. Oh, there we go.
Oh, dear God. Look at that.
Got it? You all right?
Careful. Oi. Down there.
- What the bloody hell happened there? - I think...
Did you put vanilla extract on the bake sheet?
No.
- Is that flammable? - Very.
That's very shocking, actually. I didn't know that. Did you know that?
- Yeah. - Oh, I had no idea.
All right, well...
I will get out of your hair.
When I saw him this morning before church,
he said he was gonna come back and find you.
Before church? No, I didn't see him.
That's the darndest thing.
Actually, you did see him.
- I did? - You were in the church and I came in
and I said Eugene wanted to talk to you.
You said you were too busy, but I sent him in anyway.
But I saw him leave after.
- So... - Yeah.
All right, then.
- Sorry to have bothered you. - I'll walk you out.
Hey, Padre.
So, how is it going?
Well...
- I got a bloody nose. - That's not what I meant.
I didn't mean to.
I said the words and he was gone.
You know, I went to Atlantic City once with the wife of a Russian gangster, right?
And honestly, she was lovely,
but Atlantic City turns out to be not much more
than a shank of shite, so, you know...
We all make mistakes, don't we?
All right, come on. What's next? How can I help you?
Well...
Maybe take a look at the balcony railing.
You see how busy we've gotten, it'll be even busier come Sunday.
I meant, what are you gonna do about Eugene?
What can I do? You tell me.
You just sent an innocent kid
to be forever poked by piping hot pitchforks.
I think acting like you give a damn might be a good start, man.
- He's not that innocent. - What?
You know about Eugene and Tracy Loach?
Tracy Loach was prom queen, rodeo queen, queen of everything.
Everyone loved her.
Eugene loved her, too.
One day, he gets the courage to confess his love, and she rejects him.
Any normal kid would sulk, nurse his broken heart and let it go.
Not Eugene.
Eugene got a shotgun,
put it to her head and blew half her head off.
Once that was done, he turned the gun on himself, so...
Eugene is not that innocent.
So he deserves this?
Is that what you're saying?
I'm saying better men than Eugene Root have been cast down.
Much better men.
Look, Jesse, this Genesis thing, it's really playing with your head.
And those English boys, they were right, we gotta give this thing back.
I am not giving it back. Not part of the plan.
Oh, for... There is no plan! There's no plan.
You've lost control of this thing, all right?
For Christ's sake, you've sent an innocent kid to hell.
How can you say there's no plan, Cassidy?
Angels. Angels, heaven and hell, you've seen it.
You've seen it's real. It's real and it has a reason.
- Jesse. - And if God's plan,
if His reason, if His judgment is to send one more sinner,
one more lost soul into the fire, what can I do?
Except stand aside and watch him burn.
Tulip was right about you, you know.
Tulip? What do you know about Tulip?
Never mind.
What about me? I'm no innocent, either.
I'm a lazy, lying, self-obsessed, drug-abusing,
cheating fornicator with a filthy mouth.
And no ambition.
And I think your God, if He really does exist,
He's not more than a stocious muppet who smells His own farts.
And that's not the worst of my sins, neither, Preacher.
Not by a long shot.
- What's this for? - It's for me, Padre.
Or will you let me burn, too?
[SCREAMING]
Everything all right?
Where'd Cassidy go?
Jesse, where's Cassidy?
Jesse.
You know about him?
What he is?
- Jesus. - Right. You did.
Did you know?
I don't know anything.
Jesse Custer, what did you do to him?
You son of a bitch.
Throw someone out on their ass just 'cause they don't live up
to your uptight, redneck Christian standards.
- Your daddy would be proud... - Don't you talk about him!
What do you know about standards, O'Hare?
Frozen vegetables? Vanilla hash browns?
Give me a break.
What're you even doing here?
That's a real good question.
Dick.
Jesse.
Jesse, whatever is going on, whatever it is, or...
Whatever you did or whatever it is that's going on...
From the day you came back here...
...first moment I saw you...
...I just...
...believed in you.
I believed in you.
Well, that was stupid.
Go home, Emily.
Wake up, Jesse, wake up! Jesse, under the bed, right now.
Stay quiet.
Get out of here. Told you to stay away.
Jesse, much bigger things are coming for you.
Much bigger things than this here.
So you gotta be one of the good guys.
'Cause why?
'Cause there's way too many of the bad.
- You promise me? - I promise, Daddy.
You stop that.
We Custers don't cry.
We fight.
I did this, Daddy. I prayed for this. It's all my fault!
[GUNSHOT]
Come back, come back, come back!
Come back! Come back!