Devil's Play

Anyway, I want to kinda start out today.

Saint Michael.

Saint Michael was a very heavy, important dude.

Saint Michael, the Archangel, defends us in a battle.

Be our defense against the wickedness and the snarls of the devil.

Reverend Beau Jackson finds himself in hot water again.

Jackson's flock of rabid supporters has grown exponentially in the last few years.

Remarkable sights tonight as Reverend Beau Jackson delivered

his nightly sermon on his channel - The Voice of Heaven.

The governor of California coming to blows with the Reverend

who is being investigated for tax fraud.

Jackson has said he's coming for his seat in the next election.

Are you so unobservant

as not to have found out that sanity and happiness

are an impossible combination?

No sane man can be happy.

To him, life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is.

Only the mad can be happy.

Anyway, why do you ask this of me?

I'm standing in the precipice of the holiness of God.

And I execute judgement on your ass.

I execute judgement on you, Satan!

I demand judgement on you!

I demand goddamn judgement on you!

I demand validation to come now, immediately.

I'm calling your ass out.

You wanna go, let's go.

Come on, alright?

You're fucking disappear.

- He's been drinking. - You are deaf like your mother!

How many times I have told you

- I love you, Mum. - To turn that shit down.

Ah?

Where are you going?

Your payback is coming, motherfucker!

Prince!

Oh Prince of the heavenly host, may God bless us!

I think we should maybe take a little time

to give a little thanks to the Lord.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name;

thy kingdom come; Thy will be done;

- on earth as it is in heaven. - Amen.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And I always used to leave this line out.

And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive

those that trespass against us.

I include it in now.

Hey, time to wake up.

- What the hell are you doing? - Saving you.

Who says I need saving?

Does the fact I wrapped a fucking chain around me not tell you something?

You can't even kill yourself in this town without someone sticking their oar in.

You're welcome.

And who are you?

I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.

Hungry?

I'm fine.

Look, if you want to finish what you started,

I'll happily row you back out there. But for now, indulge me.

Are you scared?

I don't intend to be yet another girl from this town to go missing.

Why would I save your life just to take it away?

- Listen, thank you... - Look,

life obviously has plans for you yet.

You know nothing about my life.

- Your girlfriend's? - No girlfriend.

You always carry women's clothes?

You want me to follow you home?

What home?

I was born in London.

My dad...

He died. My mum's from here.

We moved back when I was young. Just the two of us.

But she has a habit of picking up strays along the way.

Even though she's deaf, she definitely has a thing for men with British accents.

- You never told me your name. - I go by many names.

- Such as? - Lucifer.

- Mephistopheles. - Is that right?

The Devil. Satan. Hades.

Ruler of the underworld?

- Whatever you like. - Do you say that to all the girls?

Only the truly special ones.

You don't wanna be late.

This is running behind.

The Devil's in the details.

- Late for what? - Our next encounter, amongst other things.

Tomorrow. Noon. Back here.

Next encounter? What makes you think I haven't got plans?

Attempted suicide suggests an open schedule.

Why does he make us wait outside like dogs?

Nobody goes inside. Why do you think he does business from his fucking car?

It's bullshit. Working for a British prick, huh.

He's my friend.

Hey, Luka! Make sure your people vote right. Don't fuck me.

You're unfuckable, my dear.

You fucking idiot!

Hey, you! Go! Go!

Sorry. I thought your other guest...

That 'other guest' is running for election, Victor.

What are you running for? Arsehole of the month?

Roma represent 10% of the population. Our vote goes to the highest bidder.

She's a VIP, so she gets to sit wherever the fuck she likes. As for you...

A washed up ex professional boxer.

Now placing uninformed bets on the sport in which you used to shine.

Was that a bit unkind? Was it, Victor?

- Listen, Luka... - No, no. Just give us the money, Victor!

And be on your way!

It's not all here. It's just a token.

I just I just need more time.

Well, that's we all need more of, Victor. Time.

Breathe! Just breathe. You break my heart, Victor!

- You fucking animal! - Go, Alex.

Fuck! You'll have the rest next week.

Not by selling that fucking shit, you won't. No more dope, you understand!

Rack that coke-filled fucking nuts of yours.

Sell a fucking trophy or a belt.

And Victor, if I find out you've been gambling

I know every bookie in this town.

Next time I'll take something you really miss.

You fucking leave Maria out of this!

What do you think I am? Some unflinching monster, yeah?

I was talking about your cock.

Such concern for Maria though, Victor!

Not once did I hear your plead for your daughter.

I don't have a daughter.

You really are my fascinating fucking little worm, Victor. Do you know that?

You're poor little lamb.

What happened to you, eh? Hm?

Alek, tell Victor to fuck off now.

- Victor, fuck off! - Fuck you, Alek!

Iva's not my fucking daughter!

Iva, where were you today? What are those?

I was at the lake. A stranger gave them to me.

Who was he?

Just a boy.

Probably part of this sex traffic ring.

You know you should see him again and get yourself trafficked out

from this shit hole.

I don't want to do this anymore.

We just want names, Petra. We give you pocket money.

You're a smart girl.

You know what will happen if you stop delivering.

Big market for girls like you.

She's living in a boarding house. No parents to speak of. She's a stray.

Good girl.

I like strays.

What time do you call this?

Don't you think it's a little late now?

The table is ready.

Dinner's getting cold.

Didn't you think of me?

I'm hungry.

Where have you been?

Where?

Where have you been? So long?

Mum! Snap out of it! Mum, Mum!

Mum! Stop it, mum!

Mum! Mum, look at me! Stop! Stop, mum!

Stop it now! No, no!

Breathe! Breathe! Breathe, mum!

Breathe! Now you're OK. No, no, don't! Snap out of it!

It's OK. Breathe with me!

Breathe with me! Breathe with me, mum!

Smile at me. Smile at me, mommy! Smile!

It's OK, breathe!

OK, OK. Look! Look at me!

Look, look, look at me! Watch!

Yes, mommy!

Yes.

It's OK!

You're OK.

You're still in there somewhere.

You gotta give back.

You gotta be a man.

That's the most important thing in this life, is to be a man.

- Fuck yeah! - But the most important thing?

- Yes, Sir? - You know what it is?

Is to be an honest man.

You got to give back to God.

I mean metaphorically, you've got to give him back half your nickels.

I mean, what are you gonna do? You're gonna go out and buy a Cadillac.

Then you're gonna want a Lamborghini;

then you're gonna want a Maserati; then you're gonna want...

Get the donation hotline up on the screen

and caption it 'Give God half of your nickels'.

I like that title.

You're going to want to kind of help out the people in the world

who've got nothing, you know?

I'll give you an example. There's a girl.

Her name,

and I'm gonna say her name, Asia.

And I promised her that I'd never forget her.

And I have her name tattooed right here.

Who buys this shit?

I don't even recognize that man anymore!

Ah, fuck!

- More? - Sure.

More?

Happy families?