Preacher

Previously on AMC's "Preacher"...

Go to hell, Eugene!

Why did it have to be New Orleans?

I knew someone would see me here.

You need to tell me what the hell is going on here, love.

Where is God?!

God is missing.

- You might know where he is. - Meet me outside.

- Stop! - Who are they?

Crypto religious fascist organization

with designs on total world domination.

We got her.

Viktor. We got her.

Gun.

Ah, you found us. Come in, Padre.

How you doing? You alright?

Yeah.

This your friend's place?

Yeah. Denis.

Wait 'til you meet him. He's hysterical.

You're gonna love him. Yeah. There he is.

How you doing, Denis? Morning, man.

Yeah.

He's just tired, that's all. Don't worry about that.

So? Looking for God? How'd it go?

It's hard to say.

But for a first night? Was definitely interesting.

I met this woman.

No, not like that.

She was in trouble, so I helped her.

Oh, that's great. Helping's nice.

Never mind. Where's Tulip?

Tulip?

She still sleeping?

No, no, no. She went out.

Out?

- Yeah. - Where?

- I dunno. - When?

When what?

Did she go out?

Last night.

So she went out in the middle of the night

and didn't say where or why or when she'll be back?

Yeah. Maybe you should call,

just check in, make sure she's alright.

It's weird, isn't it?

For Tulip?

It's pretty typical.

I'm gonna take a nap.

Oh, uh, bedroom's down the hall there.

Yeah.

Sleep tight.

_

Keep at it.

This might be one of those all day things.

So.

What are we gonna do with you?

Hello?

Hello.

Who's there?

Projector malfunction.

Please stay put.

Projector malfunction.

Please stay put.

- Projector malfunction. - What's going on?

- Please stay put. - The whole block's down?

Most unusual.

Routine maintenance, I guess...

Better get back to our hells.

They'll be back soon.

Yeah, run along granny goody two shoes.

I just don't want to get in trouble.

Hey, idiot!

You're in Hell!

You're already in trouble!

Hey!

Leave her alone.

Hol-eee shit!

Oh my frickin' Jeeezus, check out New Guy!

Oh my god, dude!

Alright, dude, I gotta ask you a question

and you gotta be honest:

has anyone ever told you that your face is disgusting?

It's like your face is one big giant sphincter.

I'm gonna put my meat in your mouth

and have oral and anal at the same time!

Alright, Tyler.

That is enough.

What? Nah, we're just having some fun.

Yeah.

Well, now the fun is over.

What if it isn't over, Mein Fuhrer?

What if the fun's just beginning?

What are we gonna do about that then?

Huh?

Go! Back to your hells!

Quick!

Once the machine starts, the doors lock.

You can come in my hell if you want.

Suit yourself.

But they will put you in the hole.

That was brave.

Sticking up for the gypsy.

You're Hitler.

Yes.

You started World War Two.

I did, yes.

You killed like millions of people.

I did terrible things.

Here we go again.

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Two of your best plum cakes please.

E-Extra flaky crust! Danke!

- Guten tag... - Oh, Elsa. There you are!

I just ordered plum cakes.

Oh, yum.

I-I dropped by your house yesterday.

Oh, did you?

I, uh, had to help my mother at the store.

Ah.

Excuse me...

Yes, of course.

My fault.

- Guten tag. - Guten tag.

I'm sorry. You were saying you were...

You were helping your mother...?

Adolf! See that man, with the hat?

That's Herman Hoehne, the gallery owner I told you about.

We are old friends.

You must show him your drawings.

Ach.

They're not ready.

That is what you always say.

You have such talent, you must...

Communists.

They're all vermin.

They should be exiled.

Mm. Yes, I suppose so.

You disagree?

The Communists are scum, infiltrating our society.

Yes. No. Of course.

You are right, yes.

"Vermin," that is exactly right.

Well, they will get what's coming to them.

- Would you like tea? - I'm fine.

Thank you.

Go. Show him your work.

Again?

That wash your worst memory?

Your door will be open.

Go back to your cell now... While you still can.

What is your name by the way?

Eugene Root.

Welcome to hell, Eugene.

I'm sorry.

Eh.

Here.

No more crying? Okay?

'Cause crying isn't gonna fix this.

I brought you in.

I trusted you,

made you a part of my family.

And in return you made a fool out of me.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what else to say...

Well, you better think of something

'cause "sorry" isn't gonna fix this either.

Excuse me, boss.

He's conscious again.

Not sure how long we'll have him.

Walk around, clear your head,

and when I ask you again,

give me a better answer.

Hey Tulip.

Hey Pat.

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You've forgotten us, haven't you?

You moved on. Your life continued.

But others weren't so lucky.

The waters went down, but the pain rose,

the grief continued...

I lost my house, my clothes, everything.

Asked the Federal Government for help...

but you know how that goes.

What is this?

Infomercial.

No Tulip?

What, she... She hasn't called you?

Why would I ask if she's here if she called?

Yeah. No.

Uh... right.

It... It'd just be weird.

Uh, Den? Denis?

After my Daddy... Padre. Padre, Denis.

Thank you for letting us stay.

It's... It's a beautiful place.

Everything okay?

Yeah. It's just... That's just French.

Right.

Gonna grab something to eat and then we'll go.