03x06 - Les Enfants Du Sang

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I just don't understand.

I've been to Hell and back...

to that.

Everyone's dead.

I don't get it.

What was the point?

Unless...

Unless going to Hell is what saves me.

If it hadn't been for Hell, I'd be dead now, too.

Which means...

It means God wants me alive.

Yeah.

Of course, I'm...

part of a plan...

a bigger purpose that God has in mind for me.

Something...

something he is going to reveal when the time is right.

I get it now.

My story is just beginning.

Here's a story.

When I was four, my mom sh*t my dad for stabbing her.

They both d*ed.

Went to live with my aunt.

Her meth cook blew.

She d*ed.

Went to stay with my grandma.

She was church-y, like you, but she didn't try to trick me or hit me with hand tools.

She was chill.

But she choked on a peach pit during breakfast, turned purple, puffy.

She d*ed.

The end.

At least you survived, right?

That's good.

Maybe you write a book about it?

Dude, you in an orphanage.

You're ugly, you're crazy, and I think you might be stupid, too.

This is the end of the line.

Your story ends here.

Root, Eugene.

You've been adopted.

Eugene, there's someone here to see you.

Who are you?

This is your new foster parent.

Just a little paperwork, and then you both can be on your way.

Sir?

About that paperwork?

Lucky son of a bitch.

You're not actually adopting me...

are you?

You're taking me back.

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would God bring me back here?

I don't get it.

God ain't got nothin' to do with it.

Do you understand?

No.

I don't.

God's got something to do with everything.

Can you put me down, please?

You're...

you're pulling on my chest hairs.

So...

we're walking back?

Got to make a stop first.

Take all the stops you need.

Let's see where this story takes us!

It takes us to Hell.

I am Eccarius.

Welcome to Les Enfants du Sang.

Children of Blood.

I know.

I know.

You keep saying it.

My God.

Oh, me arse.

- What the hell do you want?

- Your clothes.

He means to wash them.

- They're quite filthy.

- Oh, yeah.

Right.

Yeah, I'm gonna strip for you right after I let you make-believers paint my fingernails.

Will you just stop it?

Dude, stop with the piano, all right?

Thank you so much.

So, you lot, you all want to be vampires?

More than anything.

Yeah, right.

You all want to be hated, spat on, chased down by assholes, have everyone you ever loved or cared about...

They get old, they just die, and leave you on your own, you know?

You get so bloody bored, you drink engine coolant just to feel something new, all right?

Is that what you want, you bunch of bloody posers, is it?

You have us wrong.

This is a collection of men and women dedicated to protecting the Ways Of the Night.

I am their Lord.

They are my Children.

I'm no poseur.

No, it's not poseur, like that.

It's poser, isn't it?

- And...

- Kevin?

Memaw, not now!

We're busy!

Sorry.

Didn't know you had guests.

Jesus Christ, you guys are lame.

I'm leaving.

It's a "no," friend.

"Anything that's new"?

Is that what you say you seek?

I bet I could show you something.

I bet you couldn't show me a single thing I haven't already seen a hundred times.

Ever seen this?

See, brother?

I'm no poser.

This is happenin', kid.

Ain't nothin' you can do.

And she brought it on herself, Lil' Jesse.

Now, I gave her some of my special number to make it as painless as possible, but the fact remains, she tried to k*ll Miss Marie.

That's because Sabina told her to, you assholes.

She's the one to be mad at.

How long they got?

Her heart, it hurt bad.

Without her medicine?

Less than a day.

Let me ask you a question.

You want to buy Gran'ma some time by feedin' her one soul?

Or you want to save her god-damned life with a bunch of 'em?

'Cause if you want to save her, we need to rob a bank.

You're talking about Sabina's bank.

The one she keep all her souls in.

Got security up the yin yang.

We tried it before.

I'm sure you have.

But you didn't have Tulip before, did you?

Lil' Jesse's got a plan.

We're listenin'.

Well, the first thing I think we need to do is k*ll them both.

Tulip and Gran'ma, we k*ll them, and we bury them.

I don't get it.

I do.

God moves in a mysterious way.

His wonders to perform.

He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

Amen.

Amen.

Looks like his girlfriend took your advice.

They're both dead.

Such a beautiful service.

Was he the only one who cried?

Third time you've d*ed, Tulip.

I'm all out of tears.

Still.

Hey, I was thinkin', remember that job we did in Las Cruces?

Remember this?

Hell yes, I remember that.

All right, b*tches, clock's ticking.

Let's go steal some sh*t.

$100, $200, $300, $400, $500, $600, $700.

That's a lot of security.

We're a small-town bank, but our customers sleep better knowing their valuables are secure.

Well, they must be sleepin' great.

Let me just open your new box.

Oh, I seen one of them before.

You just put your...

Tongue across it.

We upgraded the old system.

New Asian technology.

Each safety deposit box can only be opened by its owner's saliva.

Cool?

Really cool.

Well, thank you for your time, Carter.

Anything else we can help you with, Ms Pomerantz?

No, I don't...

My glasses.

Oh, one more thing.

What time do you close?

05:00 sharp.

Well, okay, then.

Any word yet on the vampire?

Still searching, sir.

How hard can it be to find an Irish demon carted off by a hooting pack of cape-wearing nobodies?

Well, it is New Orleans, sir.

I seek power, Hoover.

Untrammelled authority to force this disordered world to its knees so it may weep and grovel at my jackboot.

Great.

In order to amass this power, I need to squeeze Jesse Custer.

In order to achieve that squeezing, I need leverage.

In order to gain said leverage, I need to...

Find the vampire.

Yes.

I'll reach out to my police contacts.

We can't use the usual channels.

Allfather is watching us.

He has eyes and ears everywhere.

He seems more fat than scary.

Don't be fooled.

The Allfather is a cold k*ller.

He makes me look like a conscientious objector.

Do you know what I saw him do once to a man who displeased him?

No!

No!

You have transgressed, brother.

And that was for touching the Allfather's Hot Pocket.

We are plotting a coup.

Imagine what he'd do to us.

I'm relying on you, Hoover.

What is taking so long?

Forgot to push the button.

Tonight, we perform our blood ceremony.

Jesus.

Who's prepared to lie back and take flight?

Deng, my child.

Are you ready?

I think so, my Lord.

You are.

Until tonight.

Mrs Rosen doesn't allow smoking down here.

Who the hell's Mrs Rosen?

Kevin's grandmother.

A lovely woman.

Terrific cook.

She also provides cover in case of interlopers.

Must be b*ating back the interlopers with a stick around here?

Will you join us for tonight's ceremony?

I think you'll enjoy it.

I'd love to, but I got a date with Bourbon Street.

Thanks for the fluff and fold.

That's a pity.

I've waited such a long time to meet someone like me.

- Can I ask you a couple of questions?

- Of course.

You're like royalty, right?

I am the Ninth Earl of Saxon-On-Thames.

Right.

And you speak like, what, like eight...

- Eight languages or something?

- Nineteen.

Nineteen.

You play classical music?

On my harp.

Bach Sonatas, mainly.

And you enjoy taking molly caps and going to strip clubs?

- Well, I wouldn't...

- Listen.

You and I are nothing alike, mate.

But we are.

Ancient ones, both.

Night Wraiths.

Travellers of the Last Dawn.

You're a bloody joke, is what you are!

You're a cliché, mate.

Bloody "Night Wraith." Please.

You're just a vampire!

Of course.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with it is being a vampire sucks, all right?

- Does it, now?

- Yes.

Perhaps you've been doing it wrong.

Three guards.

Glocks.

Vault guy's got an 870 shotgun.

Dozen CCTVs, six fixed, six sweeping.

Manager keys his safe door, then hits a 14-bit keypad.

In other words?

Piece of cake.

Seven-minute response time.

That enough time?

Wish it were more.

We can buy you some.

Okay.

It means you got until 05:00 to get us some spit.

Good morning, sir.

There goes my morning erection.

Messages?

Xi Jinping, Robert Mueller, Meghan Markle...

- Is that sh*t?

- Yes, sir.

- His own?

- Yes, for the most part.

He's on time-out before his ballroom dancing lesson.

Durando's hosing him down as we speak.

Love the new hat, sir.

Very...

Cabaret.

I was thinking the same thing, the Liza Minnelli role.

I need to be alone.

Sir, one last thing...

Thrice blessed, O Starr.

I heard about your loss.

Sorry.

Thanks.

I also heard you were down here b*ating up guys for no good reason.

My girlfriend k*lled my gran'ma, and now she's dead, too.

Seemed like reason enough for me.

You didn't want me to come here?

Draw me out?

Well, if you did, it worked.

Here I am, me and my friends.

What would I want with you and your friends?

I don't know.

Maybe you figured I had something to do with it?

If I figured you had something to do with Tulip's death...

I would spit in your face and break your neck before any of your "friends" could take two steps across the room.

You didn't do anything.

I screwed up.

You're damn right.

From the moment you walked out on me, from the moment you k*lled my brother.

Oh, give me a break from that bullshit.

I don't like what happened to Kenny.

- It was self-defence, and you know it.

- You k*lled him.

And you liked it plenty.

You're a god damn m*rder*r.

I should spit in your face.

Well, go on, then.

Spit in my face, you bitch.

Then we can call it even.

I'll spit on your grave.

Nothing to live for, anyway.

So that's a date.

You know, sometimes I think about when we were kids.

I liked you so much.

I liked you, too.

I mean, you were the first boy that took me shoplifting on a date.

You were the first girl to play me Johnny Cash.

That's right.

Man in Black.

Can I ask you a question?

Do you promise to tell me the truth?

Would it make me the worst person in the world...

if I kissed you on the day I buried my girlfriend?

Yeah.

It would.

Well, that took forever.

Worth it, though, right?

The plan was for her to spit in your face.

Yeah.

Well, I had to improvise.

Well, lucky you just happened to bring along your tongue scraper?

Yeah, that's real lucky.

It'll still work, right?

Yeah, probably.

All right, then.

Quit complainin' and let's go.

You need me for this?

Not really.

I usually do a little better with some privacy.

What're you gonna do?

Somethin' for Miss Marie.

All units, a man just walked into a petting zoo.

Dispatch, we are responding to a bank robbery.

- Who cares if some guy walks into...

- Listen to me, Bill.

It's T. C.

Welcome, Allfather.

I wasn't expecting you.

But we are honoured to have you here in New Orleans.

Have you sampled the local cuisine?

Perhaps, you find it a little light for your liking?

Not enough...

Not enough sauces?

Your head looks like a penis, Starr.

Yes.

I...

Work injury.

Do you know the symbol for the Crusaders of Jerusalem?

Sword?

Lance, perhaps?

His spurs.

Of course.

I knew it was something metal.

The horse, you see, was the greatest asset a knight had, the thing which he entrusted his life with.

So if his horse ever stumbled and fell, well...

That was a very sad day.

I can imagine.

The knight couldn't just sh**t his steed in the head and be done with it.

That would lack the requisite ceremony.

The noblest, most God-fearing Crusader had no choice but to eat his horse.

We have much to discuss, Herr Starr.

But first we eat.

See?

Powers you didn't even know existed.

There's...

All right.

There's other ways of getting high, you know.

Come on.

Another ginger ale?

Perhaps later.

Yeah.

Pace yourself.

So, how do you get laid, man?

You're like a weird, more boring George Washington.

I do all right.

Oh, yeah, I forgot about your "children," with the pretend teeth.

Very sexy, indeed.

I'll tell you what.

Let me show you how it goes in the real world, all right?

Sorry.

Sorry to bother you.

I just saw you from across...

All right, then.

All right.

It's a bad example.

She's here with her dad.

Let me just...

Attractive woman, come to me.

What!

Oh, come on.

No.

All right.

I'm impressed by it.

I'm impressed by it, for Christ's sake.

Oh, my God!

- Pervert!

- What?

- Come on, Dad.

- That's amazing!

What about that?

Invisibility.

Unbelievable.

Don't be foolish.

No one can turn invisible.

That's bloody cool.

Well, thank you very much for a pleasant evening.

Feel free to look me up again.

All right.

All right, all right.

I give.

I give.

Sorry?

All that in there, with the powers and that...

How were you doing that?

Tonight, we accept another into our inner sanctum...

A blessing many covet, but few possess.

Do you trust me?

I do.

Do you choose this freely?

I do.

Will you forsake the sunlit world and surrender to our dark and scarlet urging?

I do, my Lord.

I will.

Rise, my son.

How do you feel?

Awesome!

My turn next, right?

So, what did you think?

What do I think?

That's your secret sauce?

The blood of morons, mate?

You're damning them so you can just flit about in the sky and turn into a cat for laughs?

I'm gonna tear yer bleedin' head off, you...

Did you feel damned as you flew among the stars tonight?

Look.

Turning people, it's wrong.

Trust me.

I know about it.

And this person that you brought through or "turned," as you put it, were they a good person?

He was my son.

All right?

And was he a good person?

All right.

Actually, he was a bit of a d*ck.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Each of the people that I select is not only a willing participant, but a good person, willing to honour and protect our traditions.

All right, all right.

You know what?

Fair enough.

It's just not my cup of tea.

I don't like it, all right?

All right.

No, don't go.

There's more than what you've seen so far.

There's things that I want to share with you.

Why?

Why do you need me?

You've got this thing going on here, and it's clearly working out for you.

What do you need me for, for Christ's sake?

I was looking for a friend.

Aren't you?

No, I got enough friends, all right?

Hurry up, Lil' Jesse.

Here you go, Miss Marie.

Here's your medicine.

There's not many.

It's enough for now.

Keep you two alive.

Here it is.

Here it is.

There you go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, come on.

Okay, here's another one.

Oh, yeah.

When I'm in my head.

Down on the ground.

I listen to.

The long droning sound of sinners a-plenty.

Our pain runs deep.

Deeper than oceans, deeper than sleep.

Hello?

Cass?

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm doin' all right, you know?

Good.

Well, that's good.

How's New Orleans?

New Orleans is New Orleans, you know?

Yeah.

Well...

Man, it's been crazy here.

I mean, it's all kicked off.

We got in this big fight with Jody and T. C., and it was huge.

I mean, it was...

Well, anyway, I won, obviously.

No problem.

But Jesse, he...

He went and got himself stuck in an underwater coffin.

He got out eventually, you know, so don't worry.

So, that's good.

I k*lled Gran'ma!

I mean, I really, actually did k*ll her.

I mean, she was dead.

And then, she got better, unfortunately.

What else?

Cut my hair.

We robbed a bank with some spit.

Can you believe you can do that now?

So, yeah...

Pretty crazy.

- Are you still there, Cass?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm still here.

- Yeah.

- What are you doing?

Lots of things, actually.

- Yep.

- You're in a cr*ck house, aren't you?

No.

It's not a house.

You know what?

You might be bored and lonely and feeling sorry for your sorry ass, but you've got to wise up and cut the crap because when we get out of here, which we will do, me and Jesse, we're gonna come find you, and we're gonna hit the road again, okay?

So, you betterjust...

Just hang in there and stay alive, okay?

Tulip?

Yeah?

I've been alive 119 years now.

The you and Jesses of this world, I've gone through thousands of 'em.

And I'll go through thousands more.

I don't "hang in" for people.

I move on.

Thank you.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

For your girl's sake, I'm sure you are.

I mean, these two featherbrains have been tryin' to bust into Sabina's bank for years, and they never got past the teller booth.

That's true.

Tulip still on the phone?

Nope.

That girl of yours is clever.

Yeah.

About banks.

In other things?

Less so.

Like tryin' to k*ll Miss Marie.

Not so clever.

Mischief and mayhem, Jesse.

Insolence since the day you both arrived.

I gave you what you wanted.

No, you gave me what I needed.

What I want is your debt paid.

If you touch Tulip, I will not lift another finger for you.

Except to wring your god damn...

Get her ready.

What're we gonna do with her now?

She's strong.

We'll fight her in the Tombs.

Person ain't nothin' without their soul.

I will pay your debt.

I will get you what you want.

But not like this.

It's time to call the Grail.

Did you enjoy your hindquarters?

Very much, Monsieur.

Thank you.

The Apocalypse approaches.

Looking forward to it, Allfather.

On our command, the world governments will loose their nuclear arsenals, and the world will be made anew.

Nuclear?

End of the world.

As ordained.

I...

I thought that meant a run on the banks.

Only fire can separate the True Believer from the False.

Only fire can pave the way for our Lord.

Jesus Christ.

Exactly.

Are you a True Believer, Starr?

Of course, I am.

Are you, though?

I serve the Holy Child and his tap-dancing majesty.

Good.

Then, let's talk about Jesse Custer.

Hey, Mrs Rosen.

Mr Cassidy.

You came back!

Oh, my goodness.

Everyone will be thrilled.

Are you okay?

You look poorly.

I've been smoking cr*ck all day.

Dear, that's no good for you.

Come inside.

- I'm making blondies!

- Oh!

Thank you.

Everyone!

Look who's home!