Preacher

Come on, Lucy. But I don't like it.

I know they're itchy, but we don't

want you to get frostbite now, do we?

Volkl TX88. Cuts through powder like butter.

That wood core base? That's ash.

Seriously, upgrade, little bro.

So he didn't wanna come, huh?

Uh, no. You know, wild horses couldn't drag him.

That disgusting job is pretty much his other woman.

Okay, everyone. All together. Get in.

Quincannon family photo time.

Cheese!

Cheese!

That's gonna look great, guys. One for the photo album.

Better keep your mitten on, sweetie.

Okay, Grandma.

Hello. Preacher.

There's been a terrible...

Something terrible. You need to see it for yourself.

Mr. Quincannon, it's the middle of the night. What happened?

Just come now.

Mr. Quincannon?

Mr. Quincannon? Are you in there?

Oh, my God. What have you done?

I've been conducting an experiment.

And I'm sorry to report, the results aren't good.

What have you done?

We were lied to.

All along. Lies.

Odin, you have experienced a terrible loss.

Your entire family. Gone.

Let God help you.

Oh, yeah, good.

You and God can help me with a question.

Something that's been consternating me all night.

Which is my daughter?

And which is the cow?

Exactly. There is no difference.

It's all meat.

I've looked, there's nothing else.

There's no spirit, there's no soul.

There's nothing. Odin.

You need to let the people know.

You need to stand in that church and you need to...

You need to denounce him.

You need to shout. You need to scream.

You need to spread the word.

Okay, Preacher?

You need to denounce him! Enough.

John Custer!

Come on.

Denounce him!

Stop right there, Preacher. We said stop!

Over there!

Broke my arm!

Great. Looks like we're back to the drawing board.

All right, tell us everything. What did he say? What happened?

He came out of nowhere. Took Norm's bat.

Douggie, he squeezed off a couple shots but that boy's fast.

No. No, no, no. I mean, what happened?

What did he say? He didn't say nothing.

He just kicked our asses.

Where the hell are your weapons?

Come on, God.

Bring him back.

I'll never use it again, okay?

I promise.

All you gotta do is bring him...

Come on!

Come on!

That's it.

That's it.

Come on!

That's it. I got you. I got you.

You're back.

Oh, you're back. You're back.

Okay, let's sit you down.

Let's sit you down.

You want some water?

You hold on.

Stay right there.

Your dad, he's been real worried about you.

Oh.

More?

So, what happened?

I mean, what happened?

How did you get out?

You dug out of Hell with your hands?

What's it like?

So you could see other people?

Yeah, all right.

We can talk about whatever you want.

But first, we gotta call your dad.

All right, now. Listen up.

Now, the packinghouse is gonna be right over there.

Right? You got your cooling, cutting, deboning.

Feed yards will be right over there.

Now, I came up with an idea

for a new kind of cafeteria.

Serving all sorts of food from all

sorts of locales and originations.

Like a food court, sir?

What the hell's a food court?

Uh, it's like a place that's got all kinds of different restaurants in one.

Well, that's right. A food court.

Mex, Tex-Mex, Oriental.

Yours to pick and choose, each and every day. But...

There ain't gonna be no sushis, chimichangas or pizza pie.

No nothing until you boys march up that hill

and drag that preacher out of my church.

All right, Sheriff. We'll be right here waiting for you.

He's on his way.

Before he gets here, I just wanted to say...

You were right, Eugene.

You know, what happened with you and Tracy Loach.

That's for God to judge.

Not me.

This power I got? Of course it's cheating.

People want to choose.

Yeah.

You were right about that, too.

Man.

I've made a real mess of this.

Huh?

I was told there would be consequences.

And here they are.

I should probably give it back.

Can't use it. Can't be trusted with it.

Hmm.

Well, I figured that much out, at least.

I never told you about the guys at the motel.

No, I didn't.

You're not really here, are you, Eugene?

A lot of them get abandoned. They're strays.

It's sad, really, 'cause, you know, they're good dogs.

Seems like it's harder and harder

to find folks to take them in, you know?

And we do our best to save them.

Heck, I take them in myself sometimes.

But, really, there's only so much I can do.

Hey there, guy.

Hi.

Name's Brewski.

I'll take him.

Mom!

What is it?

Miles is here.

Hey, hold on, partner, let's see if this milk is still good, right?

Ooh.

What's up? Oh, hey.

I just, uh, swung by to, you know, to check on you.

I'm fine. Okay.

I know how much the church meant to you.

What about the church?

What, you, you don't know?

Well, they're tearing it down.

What?

Preacher, he gave it to Mr. Quincannon.

Well, at least he was supposed to.

He gave it?

Apparently, they, uh, they had a verbal agreement.

You mean the bet?

A verbal agreement.

And it is unorthodox, but it is binding.

I mean, Mr. Quincannon had me look into it, and, well...

Well, sure enough, I mean, there are municipal statutes

that go back to the 1800s.

So, what are you looking for?

My sneakers.

By the window.

I washed them and set them out to dry.

You washed my sneakers?

You're going to the church? Yep.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Well, I'm going anyway.

Well, let me drive you then.

I can drive a damn car, Miles!

Take the kids to school for me?

You... You got it.

So, is the milk still good?

It's fine.

It's my damn church.

Get down!

Not only can Preacher fight, he can shoot.

God damn.

Run.

Go! Let's go!

Get him, Bill! He's all yours.

Food court, food court, food court!

What the hell are you boys doing?

Why are you running?

What are you, you pansies?

Get back up there!

Those are warning shots! He's a preacher, for Christ's sake!

He's not gonna hurt anyone.

Where's Clive?

There he is.

Yeah!

You... You all right, Clive?

Not really.