Preacher

What the fuck?

Can't believe it's you.

I'd rather eat a skunk's balls.

I'll save it for later.

Thank you. That was nice of you.

No, it wasn't. No, no.

Take him to the hole.

No, no, no, no, no. Please, please. I was being selfish. Okay?

Look, I didn't want to trip on it.

Please. I wasn't being nice.

Please. Anything. Anything but the hole!

I don't want to go to the hole!

You're welcome.

Bummer, man!

What on Earth did she do? No!

What are we supposed to eat now? That bitch!

Tell her this isn't right.

What did we do?

Quiet! Shut up and let me think!

I said, "Shut up!"

Hold him down.

Let's show him how much that fire can really burn.

Next time I tell you to shut up,

shut up!

Hope nobody has to shit.

What are you looking at?

You're a chubby little bugger, aren't you?

Way down in Tipperary where cow plop is thick

Where women are young and the lads all come quick

There lived pretty Charlotte the girl we adore

The pride of dear Erin

The scarlet-haired whore

It's Scarlet the harlot the girl we adore

The pride of dear Erin

The scarlet-haired whore

Don't you worry, a mhac.

I'm gonna be the best da you ever seen.

Can I get you anything? Puis-je vous offrir quelque chose?

No. I won't do it.

Still with the nightmares, then?

Fridge is busted.

You know, me brother used to get night terrors.

Me ma'd fix him something called a Celtic Sandman.

Dram of whisky, dram of honey, and just a pellet or two of rat poison.

Couple of swigs of that, you'll sleep so hard, you won't even dream.

Hey, you wanna go out?

Out where?

I don't know. Out, you know. Have fun, get in trouble.

Maybe go back to that Hurt Locker place.

I should stay here with Denis.

What about Jesse?

Nah. He's, uh...

Got his God thing going on.

Needs his rest.

It's already 2:30 in the morning.

I think you do too, love. No?

Yeah. No.

Bad idea. You're right. Mmm-mmm.

I'm going to bed. All right.

Night, Cass. Night, love.

Mords-moi.

Mords-moi.

Mords-moi.

Mords-moi.

Mords-moi.

Mords-moi!

Mords-moi.

What is it? What's the matter? Mords-moi. Mords-moi!

All right. All right, all right. Calm down. Mords-moi.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

Bite me. Bite me.

Bite me. Bite me. Bite me.

Bite me. Bite me.

Hey. I'm so glad I got the landlord to let us use the back staircase.

Super handy.

Yeah. Two sugars. Like you like.

So, this is worth all the risk, huh?

The best way to know your target is through concealed intimacy.

It's in the handbook.

So, when does the big boss man get here?

"Boss man"? Yeah. Herr Starr.

He's on his way.

What is that?

Boo Berry. Want some?

Those are why you look like that.

How's it goin'?

Bit of a rough night.

Doctor said there's no use to the hospital, could just give him a sedative

and told me to just be here for him, you know?

Anything I can do?

Nah, we're good, ta.

You headed out?

Yeah, I thought I'd go to Circuit Works.

Right. Okay. Fun.

I'm takin' the God audition. It's your idea, right?

See if they can enhance the video, blow up the image?

Yeah. Right, right.

Look for serial numbers on the barrel of the gun.

See if they can trace the... Back to the owner. Yeah.

Like they do in the shows. Makes sense.

That's my only lead.

It's all I got.

Well, it's a good idea. I'm glad I thought of it.

Tell me how you get on, all right?

All right.

Padre? Um...

You know, you were asking if there was anything you could do to help?

With Denis? You want me to pray for him?

No. Christ, no.

I'm sure, if it'd help, like. But that's not what I was thinking.

What?

Look, I don't know if it's possible, or even doable,

or how your power works there

in terms of guidelines and parameters,

what the bloody rules are per se, but...

Padre, he's dying, all right?

Maybe you could just... Jesus, Cass.

I mean...

I'm not sure Genesis could help,

but even if it could,

I just...

I don't think that's what it's for.

All right. Of course.

Probably not.

You understand? Yeah.

All right.

Hey. Hey.

Where were you?

Hurt Locker.

What is it with you and that place? I don't get it.

Obviously.

You okay?

Yeah.

All right. Good.

I'm going to Circuit Works.

Why?

Show them the God audition.

See if they can blow up an image of the gun.

You know?

Trace the shooter.

Huh.

It was Cassidy's idea.

Can I come?

Sure.

Okay. Next.

So, I have this video, it's unclear.

And I heard from a friend that you could improve the picture.

Like they do in the shows. "The shows"?

Yeah, you know, like, the cop shows.

When they blow up an image and see a license plate,

or a blurry sign, serial numbers on a gun.

And, uh, what are you looking for?

Serial numbers on a gun.

We'll take a look. Give us a minute.

You should know

there are things on here that, out of context,

might seem confusing.

This is New Orleans. We've seen it all before.

And worse.

I just wanna know if you can see the serial numbers.

Right. Give us a minute.

It's got an auto-defrost. Ice maker right here.

Each one of these shelves can hold a gallon of liquid.

Can I get it today?

What are you doing?

Oh, we needed a fridge.

I can send an order in 20 minutes.

Great. Great.

Let's go.

I'm still waiting on the Dork dudes.

The what? The serial numbers?

The reason we came here, remember?

Oh. Right. Yeah.

You need me for that?

This is how good behavior will be dealt with.

In other news, my team and I

have discovered the source of our technical difficulties,

so, we should have you back in your individual Hell cells

in short order.

Man. Jesus.

Yes. I'm excited, too.

Your cells, for those of you that don't know, are powered by a central generator.

From this generator, each block draws its allowance of power.

An allowance, a very specific allowance, based on personnel.

Based on you.

But problems can occur.

Problems like the ones we've been experiencing,

when there are more yous than there should be,

when one of the yous isn't supposed to be here.

My question is, who?

Don't be afraid. The sooner I know, the sooner I can get you out of here.

Who is it, then?

Who doesn't belong in Hell?

Going once...

Going twice...

No, over here. It's me.

It's me. It's me.

It's me. No, I raised my hand first.

No, over here! It's me!

No! I don't belong here.