Leap of Faith

- Damn it, Erica, hand that gun over to me. - You were so sure you held

all the cards, weren't you? So sure that you could just

- force me not to file for divorce.

Well, think again, Adam Chandler.

Erica, the gun is my property, and I want it.

Not until I've had a very good explanation.

Shit! Shit!

What's going on?

The drunk driving in Atlanta, remember?

- He see you? - I don't think so.

Get up.

- Whose is this? - That's mine.

I don't know. Eighty in a 55.

You ain't never gonna get away with it.

Oh, ye of little faith.

- Did you fix that transmitter? - Ready to rock, boss.

- What's going on? - Turn me on.

I'm just a country boy.

- I'll cover that. - Yo, Roger, frequency six. Check your local listings.

- He's got a cold reading. Ten dollar ante, who's in? - I'm with my boss.

- I'm bettin' with Lucille. - Praise you, Lucille.

I say he can't do it. He can't do it.

Where's your loyalty?

Ooh, child, he looks nasty.

This is gonna be good. This is gonna be real good.

- What's a cold reading? - Shh. Listen.

Is this beautiful country, or what?

- How fast was I going? - Eighty in a 55.

- Whoa. Really? - License and registration.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Let's, uh, see what we got here...

...Lowell. Let's see...

A playing card. My only royal flush. Signed by Shorty Caswell.

And, let's see, we got, uh...

License and registration, sir.

Relax, Lowell, where's the fire?

I'm gonna ask you one more time, sir.

Do you or do you not have the documents?

'Course I do. You know, I got 'em.

I'm a law abiding citizen, just like yourself.

The difference is,

I know there's more to life than my nine-to-five.

If you knew that, you'd still have a wife

and daughter to go home to.

Sir, put your hands on the bus, feet apart.

Ooh. A little cranky, aren't we?

- What's he doing? - Going too far, as usual. Big surprise.

Whoa! Gee, Lowell, you could have at least bought me dinner first.

We're gonna take a walk over to the car, sir. This way.

- He's going to jail. - He stopped writing, didn't he?

Oh, man.

Enough about me, Lowell.

It's not really me you're mad at.

You're mad at yourself.

Because you lost the one person who really loved you.

You have the right to remain silent.

Frequency of names.

Anything you say can and will be

- used against you in a court of law. - By decade, by religion.

I'm not talking about your ex-wife.

You know who I'm talking about, Lowell.

- Come on. -I'm talking about...

...Cathy.

Cathy. Son of a bitch.

The guy has balls the size of cantaloupes.

You think I don't know how it is?

Risking your life for minimum wage?

Never enough for those pretty dresses or that, uh,

fancy summer camp all her friends went to.

Then some rich asshole takes not only your wife,

but your own little girl.

Have you seen her?

Can't say that I have, Lowell. But I know people.

And I know she misses the way you protected her. Made her feel like a princess.

The way you smiled at her the night of the prom.

The good times you had teaching her the violin.

The what?

Violin.

Claire de lune,

we played that together.

No rich stepdaddy can give her that, Lowell.

She hasn't called in over a year.

'Cause you made her choose between you and her mother.

Brother, you drove her away.

- Maybe I'll call her tonight. - Tonight.

When I got a phone right there on that bus.

You wouldn't mind?

My brother Lowell,

what are friends for?

And after I talk to her, I'm gonna go up on the weekend and see her.

- Thank you, brother Lowell. - I can't thank you enough, and thanks for these.

- Praise the Lord. - Yes, sir.

- Did she win? - She won.

And he made a donation. Unbelievable.

OK, I got the Wellesley decal thing, I got the wedding band,

but a cop who plays violin, what was that?

Red mark on the jaw from the chin rest.

You know me, Janey, I know people.

Yeah, well, I'll make it back.

- Lucille's a winner. - Just when you least expect it.

I always expect it, Janey, that's why I always win.

All I know, if it wasn't for you, I'd be playing doctor with some car thief.

- What can I say, man? - Just say, "Thank you, Jesus!"

- Hey, pal, you OK back there? - Something's blown.

- Yeah. - What's happening?

Truck's blowing smoke, man.

- Next exit, let's get off. - You got it.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, this is the place. Nowhere.

This is nowhere.

Hey, what's up?

We don't get a replacement part until Tuesday.

Yeah, we're talking four days.

- Shit, we'd clean up in Topeka. - Well, I'm exhausted.

- We could use a break anyways. - You gonna get one.

- We got no choice. - I always have a choice.

Set up. We'll play here.

Here?

Here.

I can smell trouble like shit on a griddle.

Take a look at what just walked in.

Dolores, you are such a bone-hound.

Well, everybody needs a hobby. Even you.

Sit down here, baby.

Whoa. They believe. Yes!

Marva, huh? As in "marvelous"?

- As in my grandmother. - Not for a second.

- I'm Jonas. - Hi.

What's the matter? Something got you down all of a sudden?

I never knew a problem a little Chuck Berry couldn't solve.

It's broken.

Well, maybe I can fix it.

Life's too short to go without music.

Why don't you try a laying on hands?

Gee, I wish I could, ma'am, 'cause I know how Jesus loves to rock.

Where's your manners? He's a preacher.

Be polite.

Mmm. Corn relish. I hate corn relish.

OK, first female serial killer?

- Aileen Wuornos. - How many victims?

- Eight with a .38. - Special today, steak.

We're out of liver. No fish, no ham, no spinach.

- Awful lot of "no's" there, Marva. - No lip.

I'll take the diet plate, please.

- She wants me. - Yeah.

- I think you should stick with your Bible-boinkers. - Jane.

A woman is like a slingshot.

The greater the resistance, the further you can get with them.

Besides, she's warming up. I can tell.

I wonder what brought him to the service of our Lord?

You know, Georgette,

to me, there's no thrill greater than the thrill of preaching.

First moment, you wonder, "Can I touch them?

Will they feel what I feel?"

Sometimes, they don't feel it at first.

- That sense of longing, of needing the Lord. - Yeah.

You know how it feels to really need something, don't you, Georgette?

- Mm-hmm. - Can I take your order?

Two chilies. Hold the onions.

But sometimes a person doesn't even know what they need.

Yes. Yes. Mm-hmm.

They wake up itchy,

hungry for whiskey or money or food.

But what they really need... is love.

Sweet, tender caresses of the Lord.

- Amen. All right, reverend. - Amen.

- May I take your order? - Sure.

I'll have the KKK omelet.

- Whites only. - Get out of here.

I'm kidding. I'll have a decaf and toast.

And I give 'em that love, Georgette.

That, and salvation.

And when I say "salvation," I'm talking about the only thing in this world that matters.

More comforting than a lover.

More valuable than diamonds and gold.

Come on, preacher. Come on!

See this?

It was a gift from my sainted mother, the year I graduated seminary.

- God bless her. - Very nice.

I'll get it.

See, Marva, nothing has value without salvation.

- He put it in the water! - Just like it was baptized.

- What's the date? - Uh, two... Hey, it's a small town.

- Someone could notice that. - True. It pisses off the law

- if they think I got a year's salary on my wrist. - Come on.

The sheriff's name is Braverman. He's clean.

Clean? Ugh.

Mr. Nightengale, "arbitrary" is not an issue here.