Damnation

announcer: Previously, on "Damnation"...

- What's the trouble? - On our way to Detroit.

A friend's leading an auto workers strike.

We figured he could use a hand.

Do you recognize this man?

He was last seen in Marion County, Arkansas,

composing cetaceous pamphlets and inciting riots.

Daddy!

Where are we going?

Detroit, Michigan.

There's some bad men there trying to keep good men

from working their jobs and providing for their families.

Creeley was ambushed. I know where they've got him.

What in the world do you see in him?

He's the one man who looks at me

like I'm an actual human being.

The bank foreclosed on your farm?

Call the farmers. I have an idea.

One penny for the entire farm.

Take her bid.

Sold to Martha Riley herself.

Who is she?

Her name was Cynthia Jo Rainey

and she's rotting in the ground

because of that strikebreaker.

When working families are under attack,

what do we do?

We stand up!

We fight back!

Our movement united will never be divided.

Our movement united

will never be divided!

Our movement united will never be divided!

Our movement united

will never be divided!

Our movement united will never be divided!

Our movement united

will never be divided!

No more promises. We want change now.

Yeah!

We're auto workers.

We will stand together.

Yeah!

Mr. Henry's children don't starve.

Why should ours?

What are we doing?

Looking for a bad man.

Am I going to help?

Yes, you are.

Some people are unnerved by my bearing.

Your youth and innocence will provide

a pleasing counterbalance.

Now stay with me and be delightful.

Yes?

Hello, I'm from the California Perfume Company.

I'd love to show you our exquisite line of new products.

Sorry, we're having a hard enough time

making ends meet as it is.

Oh, what a pretty girl.

I brought my own dear child with me as well.

This scent is a personal favorite.

Do you find it satisfactory?

Well, to be honest,

I mostly let you in to get Violet out of my hair

for a few minutes.

Yes, children are such a delight.

Our young daughter is nearly the only thing that can bring

a smile to my poor Leonard's face these days.

Something happened to him?

Oh, cursed strikebreaker shattered Leonard's kneecaps

when he was trying to organize a factory in Flint.

I've been doing what I can to make ends meet myself.

He should talk with my husband.

They could compare notes.

Why is that?

Last week, strikebreakers nearly busted Earl's head open.

Earl?

As in Earl Donahue?

Why do you ask?

I've admired your husband's work for some time.

There is such strength in solidarity.

Now, are you sure you don't wanna brighten Earl's day

with a whiff of Pandora's Delight?

Come along, dear child.

Bye!

What's this?

Honey.

It's good for rope burns.

And rug burns.

I thought my job was tough.

I wonder.

Why do you think the sheriff troubled himself

just to keep me from getting lynched?

He's the sheriff.

That's what sheriffs do.

Eh, not this sheriff.

Maybe there was an angle at play,

or maybe somebody convinced him to help me.

Somebody who knew I'd been ambushed.

Anyone with half a brain would know you'd get ambushed

going around town with a black woman.

Still,

I'd love to know who to thank,

if I were the type to so indulge.

Here.

What's that?

Just a little bit extra.

For saving my hat.

This is still a business arrangement, correct?

'Course it is.

Where you going?

You're not the only one with a job to do.

That's what I got on the Riley farm auction.

I have five more foreclosure notices

ready to serve this week, four more auctions.

Now I gotta freeze them all until I'm certain

the farmers and that damn Preacher

don't strong arm me into another penny auction.

- They won't. - It's easy for you to say.

Where were you when

that Preacher was pulling guns on us?

Taking a bubble bath at the brothel?

I was occupied.

Well, now those damn farmers think they have the upper hand.

And maybe they do.

But they underestimate the power of ice cream.

Ice cream?

It's a frozen dairy treat,

often seasoned with-

Yeah, I've been familiarized with the product,

but how are you using ice cream to bust this strike?

That's Archibald Weems.

Sadly, his lifelong dream is to open an ice cream shop,

but he can't get any milk to make the stuff.

People seem to like the mopey bastard,

so I took liberties to get him that milk.

Turn the town in our favor.

And has the milk arrived yet?

It's en route.

Turns out,

maybe I didn't really need your help after all.

Well, you are gonna have to show me

exactly how you plan on getting this milk into town.

Why?

'Cause if I don't know your plan,

I'm not gonna know how it's gonna fail.

So Wendell here-

he comes out of the latrine

with his pants around his ankle...

and he's like, the bet is off! The bet is off!

Oh, yeah! That shit gets funnier every time, doesn't it?

Well, there he is.

Mister farm auction himself.

I think Calvin Rumple

may have shit his pants when we opened up them bibles.

Well, that banker holds a couple more auctions,

he might make back enough pennies

to buy himself a new pair.

Really, Preacher Seth.

I can't believe you pulled that off.

No, we pulled it off.

We put the fear of God in that man.

Amen.

And that's why I'm thinking now's the time

to sit down at the bargaining table with them

and get a fair deal for everyone.

This is what happens when we stick together as one body-

God's body.

Yeah.

Afternoon.

What's your business in Holden?

Just passing through.

What's under this tarp?

What? Back there?

That's just some old junk we're hauling.

Out.

Junk, huh?

Is this all really necessary?

We ain't asking. Out!

Okay, okay.

You got us.

We're just moving some shine.

Wendell, do you mind if I borrow your rifle?

Not a bit.

I'd step away from that truck, boys.

Son of a bitch. It's milk.

You scabbing sons of bitches.

It's okay.

Set up a couple barrels, boys.

Now go tell every other would-be scab out there

that we won't be so understanding with them

as we have been with you.

Preacher Seth.

Over there.

I'll handle this.

We're ready to negotiate food prices.

Unless you're still too chickenshit

to talk face to face.

Your precious cowboy gonna be okay?

He's not my cowboy.