Preacher

Previously on AMC's "Preacher"...

He's gone, right?

You sent him back to Hell.

He's gone.

Our Lord gave a final gift.

He fathered a child.

I know we just met,

but I-I really need to borrow your gun.

I hear you've been looking for God, Preacher.

Perhaps I can help.

Oh, God. Oh, Jesus!

I'm really, really close.

Oh, God.

Oh, it's so hot.

Could you just stick your finger in my...

Oh, like this?

Yes.

- - Oh, yeah.

Don't stop.

D-D-Don't s-sto...

- -

Shh!

Did you hear that noise... outside?

You're so jumpy.

I told you my husband's not gonna be back till Sunday.

- - Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Oh, my God!

Jesus!

Oh, my... Ohh!

Oh. Oh, m-m-my... God!

Oh!

You know I never really do this.

Me, neither.

Come on.

For real.

You're the only one.

Like, ever?

That's crazy.

You could have had any girl you wanted.

I wanted you.

I wanted you, too...

since the first moment I saw you

in the market hanging out with your friends.

I knew you were special.

What kind of trees are those?

Olive.

It's like I never saw them before.

I gotta go.

You won't stay for supper?

I already ate.

Oh. Okay.

Oh, no, it's...

It's not like that.

I just...

I have to do something...

for my dad.

In the middle of the night?

I made him a promise.

Tonight meant a lot to me.

And no matter what happens,

I want you to remember one thing.

I love you.

What? Y-You...

And also...

you can never, ever tell anyone about this.

Cool?

Cool.

Cool.

- Jesus!

- - Jesus, are you in there?!

Stay right there.

What's up, guys?

Where the hell have you been? We've been worried sick.

You said you were going to the garden to pray.

Yeah.

I was in the garden.

You guys were passed out, so I came here...

to bless this ailing woman.

The Chief Priests are on the warpath.

We gotta move.

- Chill, bro. - No, I will not chill.

They wanna kill you, man.

Blessed are they who are persecuted

for the sake of righteousness,

for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.

The hell does that even mean, man?

You'll understand... someday.

Come on.

Judas is meeting us at midnight with the getaway donkeys.

It's been real.

Don't worry, my dear.

Your secret is safe with me.

Yes.

I am the man who ordered the hit

on your little band of ne'er-do-wells.

But circumstances intervened,

and I changed my mind.

I'm not here to kill you.

You have questions.

I have answers.

These portfolios contain classified information

on the worldwide conglomerate known as The Grail.

Yes, we hold monopolies in 113 countries.

But we also have a hand

in agencies of a more divine authority.

Are you blind, boy?

Uh, no.

Would you like to be?

Where were we?

You were implying

that your organization works with Heaven.

Hand in glove for two millennia.

Then you can tell me... Where is God?

Good question.

"No idea" is the short answer.

That's... the long answer, as well.

What I do know is, you won't find Him alone.

I have resources.

I can help.

So, if you'll take a look here at some of our holdings...

I said...

Where's God?

I don't know.

Your power is... inspiring.

Then tell me why I shouldn't inspire it

to ram this down your throat!

Because, Preacher Custer, you need me.

Pie charts. Spreadsheets.

What do you have that I need?

Did you know that God was last seen here,

in New Orleans?

Yes. I had that feeling.

We knew for a fact.

We were alerted the moment He went missing,

came straightaway, implemented a cover-up.

The tape.

You hired Mark Harelik.

You were the ones that killed him.

I am offering you access to our power.

Information. Reach.

Tell me you're not intrigued.

On second thought,

you're not really a three-ring-binder kind of man.

Are you?

Yes? Durando?

Let them know we're coming in.

Let's go.

I'm not wearing that.

Then I'm afraid the journey ends here.

You see?

We don't trust you, either.