Damnation

Looks like the Lord's blessing us

with another lovely day.

Morning, Preacher Seth.

Bit of a nip, though.

I had to cover up the rhubarb last night,

keep the frost away.

You seem to be shooting at your chickens.

No, I'm shooting at that egg-stealing

son of a bitch that's cowering in there with them.

Can't afford to lose more eggs.

Times are hard enough as it is.

Aren't you losing both eggs and chickens

each time you take a shot?

A man has got to abide by his principles.

Suppose he does.

I was only gonna take one egg.

Stay down.

- Did I get him? - No.

And it's not a him. It's a young girl.

Well... old enough to steal,

old enough to deal with the consequences.

Blessed are the merciful, Frank,

for they'll receive mercy themselves.

Are you saying that I could get into heaven

if I don't kill that dirty, egg-sucking thief?

Yes.

What else is in it for me?

Besides eternal salvation?

Yeah.

I can probably also get you a dozen eggs

and maybe a gallon or two of fresh buttermilk.

It's a deal.

How'd you get me off the hook?

I spoke in parables.

- You what? - I lied.

What denomination are you?

Pick one.

Sam, Junior.

How are our blockades holding up?

- They're holding for now. - We can't let

one shipment get through to town.

If a truck gets through,

it'll be carrying my dead body on it.

Who's that?

Sam Riley. He's leading our farmer strike.

Yeah, I've been hearing about that.

- What are you striking against? - The American economic system.

How you gonna do that?

By breaking the system's back...

one asshole banker at a time.

One of these asshole bankers, named Calvin Rumple,

has been paying off the local grocers

to keep their food prices low. They call it price-fixing.

And it means none of the local farmers can

make back enough money to pay off their loans,

no matter the crop.

Which is why we're doing this strike.

And once people start going hungry,

not even Calvin Rumple'll be able to keep food prices down.

And then the farmers can sell their goods

and we might be able to save their farms.

How's this banker get away with doing all this?

He must be making someone rich.

You do that, and you can get away

with just about anything in this country.

Okay, this is where I live.

I don't see any houses out here.

Didn't say you would.

You can come to our church.

Whole congregations eats after our morning service.

I think I'd rather live in the woods

and go hungry than listen to a preacher tell me

how to live my life.

We're not that kind of church.

Did you steal those from that old-timer's coop?

We're all a part of God's body.

All I did was shift these eggs

from God's left hand to his right.

Here.

I don't take charity.

They're not an offering.

This is a payment for listening

to what I'm gonna say next.

Okay. Let's hear the sermon.

Next time... don't settle for just eggs.

Take the entire hen.

Simple economics.

Okay.

And splatter some blood and feathers

when you leave. It'll look

like foxes hit the coop.

Amen to that, Preacher.

Any deliveries today?

No. Not today.

Not this week.

Good.

Just keep prices where they are.

If the farmers keep blocking shipments

and refusing to sell,

they're gonna starve us all out.

I've got a feeling they won't.

In fact, when a dairy farmer does deliver

a load of fresh milk today,

pay him... and only him... double the going rate.

What makes you so sure a load will get through,

today of all days?

Call it banker's intuition.

Pete.

Something wrong?

I'm heading into town.

Calvin Rumple told me I could get double for our milk

if I brought it in today.

But the blockades.

I can buy some groceries while I'm at it.

The doctor said you need to start eating

if you're gonna get well.

Well, how lovely of you to join us.

I had to do a little proselytizing.

How's the goulash coming along? I can't tell if

it's bringing more people in or driving them away.

Sounds like my sermons.

How do I look?

Almost like a preacher.

Welcome, friends.

I'd like to speak to you today about Jesus.

Somehow in this modern era of ours,

we have convinced each other that Jesus Christ was

some kind of respectable man... a figure of...

solemn authority.

But the cops and judges didn't crucify Jesus

for being respectable. No, they crucified him

because he was an outlaw...

a revolutionary.

They crucified Jesus because they were afraid

he was gonna take power away from them

and give it to the poor.

My friends, we're living in biblical times again.

There is a holy war in this country.

The rich versus the poor...

it's the same war Jesus himself was in.

- Whoa! - Stop the truck!

Stop the damn truck.

Damn it, Pete. We're on strike.

You ain't taking your milk to town.

Look, Pam is real sick. I'm broke.

Yeah, we're all broke, you idiot.

Colby, give me the gun.

All right. Off with the tarp.

- Sam, please. - We're all in this together,

whether you like it or not.

Now, you're gonna get up there and dump that milk yourself.

Sam.

All right, boys.

You're gonna let Pete go.

See, Pete has milk to sell in town.

Get back.

Now, I shot this man out of self-defense.

Or am I incorrect to say...

that he aimed his pistol right at my person?

Unless you wish to join this man up yonder,

I suggest you remove your gaze from that weapon.

See, this farmer strike? It's over.

So go home.

'Cause tomorrow, you're gonna sell your goods in town.

And Jesus tells us, "Think not

"that I am come to send peace on Earth.

I come not to send peace, but a sword."

Not peace... but a sword.

Jesus Christ Himself says that...

because Jesus knew he was at war.

But the question is...

do you?

Pete, buy yourself a drink.

Wash the stains from your conscience, huh?

Let's all have a drink, huh?

Round of whiskeys for all my friends... on me.

You bet.

Well, now, if y'all think you're too good

to drink my hard-earned whiskey...

well, we can...

we can settle matters right now

in Wyoming fashion.

I hope you enjoyed the service.

Never seen the pulpit used for politics like that.

Well, the point's

not to just understand the world

but to change it.

- Is that in the Bible? - It's on every page.

Preacher Seth!

Ma'am.

We was... we was blocking Pete's shipment like we planned.

But there was a strikebreaker. He shot Sam Riley.

He claimed self-defense. Sam's dead?

He killed Sam right in front of his own boy.

A toast...

to the life of Sam Riley.

He was too good, truly, for this...

godforsaken world.

Now, who else can speak to the character

of Sam Riley? Must be a brother among you.