02x11 - Backdoors

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Preacher". Aired: May 2016 to September 2019.*
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02x11 - Backdoors

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[Water bubbling]

[Cranking]

[Bubbling continues]

[Air hissing]

♪♪ [bubbling continues]

[Cranking continues]

♪♪ [bubbling continues]

[Cranking continues]

♪♪
[bubbling continues]

[Cranking continues]

[Air hissing]

♪♪ [wood creaking]

♪♪ ♪♪ [whirring]

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [southern accent]

What's your name, boy?

♪♪ Jesse.

Jesse who?

Jesse...

Custer!

Put him back.

♪♪ No, don't!

Please!

Don't!

No!

[Screams]

Please, let me out!

[Whimpers]

No, please!

Please, no!

Stop!

[Screams]

[Pounding]

[Muffled]

Please!

Let me out!

Let me out!

[Whirring]

[Cranking]

Let me out!

Let me out!

[Shouting indistinctly]

[Screaming, pounding]

♪♪ [screaming]

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [crickets chirping]

[Water bubbling]

♪♪ ♪♪ [cranking]

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [winch whirring]

After everything he did...

You put him in the g*dd*mn swamp?!

He can't hurt anyone from in there.

You lied, Jesse.

I'm sorry.

You still lied.

Well, you lied, too.

When?

"When?" You want a list?

How about, as a for instance, when you got married?

You said you understood about that!

I do understand, but now I need you to understand me.

Why didn't you send him to hell?

I couldn't do that to another soul.

[Whirring continues]

[Clank, whirring stops]

He can't get out.

♪♪ ♪♪ What is it?

[Grunts]

♪♪ ♪♪ [clears throat]

[Doors open]

Hoover.

Flufferman.

It's featherstone, sir.

He and his girlfriend are driving back from the swamps now.

Having her find the weapons was a good idea.

So, she saw the empty truck and she was...?

Very unhappy.

Good.

That's a start.

Question, sir?

All this seems like a lot of trouble.

Can't we just k*ll custer?

I'm not a h*m*.

Oh.

No.

Of course not, sir.

You're the pinnacle of masculinity.

No one would ever question...

What did you do this time?

I apologize.

Sir, I assumed that when you requested prostitutes, that...

Should I get you a refund?

You're missing the point, hoover.

The tarp, then, sir?

Yes, as much as I would enjoy seeing your insides spread out before me like a buffet breakfast in a five-star hotel, my time with those rough-handed hooligans gave me a new...

Perspective on things.

The tarp will have to wait.

For what's to come, I need you both alive.

Thank you, sir.

What's to come, sir?

The Messiah is a moron.

I understand you may find this disappointing since you've devoted your entire lives to serving him, but I've seen monkeys in heat with more grace and dignity.

But not to worry.

I'm plotting a coup.

My plan is to replace the moron with Jesse custer and bring real order and control to the world.

I'd like you both to join me.

What do you say?

The Messiah is a moron?

Uh, brilliant, sir.

I like it a lot.

And no doubt, custer has excellent qualifications, but may I ask, has he agreed to this plan?

Not yet, but he will.

He doesn't know it yet, but I have what he wants.

So considering the alternative is summary execution, I assume you both are with me.

Absolutely, sir.

Good.

Go.

Yes?

I'm sorry about the...

the...

T-the men.

I'll have to live with that memory for the rest of my life.

About my new assignment, sir, I have some trepidations.

Go on.

Well, maybe I'm being tough on myself, but I'm just not, uh...

[Clears throat]

I'm not sure I'm the best person for this job.

I'm sure you're not.

But the smart one is busy, and you're all I've got left, so get to it.

And, hoover.

Let's pray it doesn't come down to you.

Yes, sir.

♪♪ [clicking]

♪♪ ♪♪ I've seen enough.

[tv shuts off]

Whew!

I did good.

Right?

I'm the one who's not supposed to be here?

Y...

right.

Yeah, of course.

You can't say.

Hey, listen, I get it.

[Chuckles]

I get it.

Bet you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Back to holding.

Yeah.

[Telephone rings]

[Door opens]

Yes?

When?

[Distorted]

I appreciate the information.

[Normal voice]

Keep me updated.

[Receiver clacks]

Who was that?

New Orleans.

[Distorted]

The Saint of K*llers.

[Inhales deeply]

Bring in the next one.

What?

Where'd you hear that?

[Indistinct conversations]

I mean it, dude.

Who told you that?

[Laughs]

Seriously?

I don't even know why you hang out with that guy.

Everyone knows you can't trust h*tler.

That's right.

He did used to have the run of this place.

♪♪ ♪♪ You know what, since I'm pretty sure it's my last night here, cut caveman down.

Let's have some fun.

♪♪ [growling]

[Barking]

[Growling]

[Barking in distance]

[Barking continues]

Well, I'm not worried.

If he was gonna come, he would've come by now.

Yeah, well, maybe we should just double-bolt the door.

You know, just to be extra safe.

You're safe.

If he comes at all, he'll be coming for me.

And I'll handle it, like I did last time.

No offense, padre, but I hope you handle it a little better than you did last time.

Yeah, 'cause that didn't work out real great.

All right.

I'll handle it better.

[Barking continues]

What is that?

Denis has been after me for a puppy, so...

You got him a dog?

Yeah.

I couldn't resist.

[Chuckles]

Well, that's nice.

[Sighs]

I shouldn't have...

I shoulda told you.

Yeah, you shoulda told us!

You know, it's just...

This whole...

This whole situation's been tougher than I thought.

For all of us.

It's been...

[Dog whining]

I know we could all use a break.

Oh, from waiting around for a cowboy to come k*ll us?

[Chuckles]

We could go someplace.

Where?

I hear Vancouver's great, you know?

It's got good meth and nice hiking.

Vancouver.

Mexico.

I don't care.

Anywhere but here.

Yeah, I saw this place on YouTube in the Caribbean.

Bimini?

It's got gambling, catamarans, topless beaches.

Topless bea...

I can't be going on no topless beach.

Sunscreen has come a long way since you were a kid, Cassidy.

It's a good idea.

True.

Catamarans on the beach it is.

[Chuckles]

We're going to go, and it's going to be great.

Bimini, b*tches!

But fir...

It is gonna be great!

And I'm gonna go pack.

I'm gonna run it by denis.

No...

[chuckles]

Hey, remember this?

From Miami?

That chinchilla job for the Cubans?

Oh, man!

That was crazy fun.

You know what...

I will never, and I mean never, look at a crossbow the same way again.

[Sighs]

Tulip...

Yep?

We can't go yet.

Guys!

Denis is in!

God damn it, Jesse!

What happened?

He doesn't wanna go.

What?!

That's not what I said.

But bimini was your idea!

No, we're...

we're gonna go.

I want to go.

It's just...

We have to find god first.

He's not here, Jesse!

We looked!

It's true.

We've looked everywhere, man.

Oh, you know where we didn't look, Cassidy?

I do indeed.

Bimini!

Guys...

Well, if I was god, that's where I'd be, man.

Honestly.

Right.

I mean, if he could be there, why would he be here?

Unless he's a complete moron, absolutely no reason at all.

Guys...

You know what I think he's doing right now?

I think he's lying on the beach, drinking a catamaran.

Guys!

I met Jesus.

Do you mean Jesus Jesus?

Or just some random latino man?

The Jesus Christ.

The guy from the cross?

Beard, sandals, like a thousand years old?

He was Jesus Christ's 25th great-grandson.

But this Jesus, he's not right in the head.

He...

he's...

He's an imbecile.

They're all imbeciles, Jesse.

Jesus, Buddha, the president, and god's probably the biggest imbecile of them all!

So I don't understand why you care so much about finding him!

Why do I care?!

Because he created the universe!

That's why!

Maybe if you would stop being so selfish, you would care, too!

I'm selfish?

Seriously?

♪♪ We do everything for you.

You want to go on a road trip, find god, we hit the road.

You wanna go to New Orleans?

Fine.

You want to leave us with a maniac cowboy, we do it...

for you!

[Dog barking]

And Cassidy lost his fingers.

And I practically lost my mind!

What did you lose, Jesse, huh?

What the hell did you lose?!

Life is not just about bikinis and beaches, tulip.

The beach was your idea!

[Dog snarling]

We'd never even heard of bimini till you brought it up.

Why did you get him that dog?!

The hell is that supposed to mean?

You know exactly what it means!

Oh, leave him alone!

He didn't do anything!

No, I don't, padre.

You're gonna have to enlighten me.

'Cause I think I'm a bit daft.

Do you have a problem with dogs?

Is that what it is?

It's not about the dog!

Well, what's it about, then?

Is it about my son?

Huh?

The one you won't help...

[Barking]

♪♪ ...with your precious Genesis...

[Barking]

[Distorted]

...Because "that's not what it's for"?!

[Barking]

♪♪ Jesse: And you can tell me...

Where's god?

[Echoing]

Where's god?

- Humperdoo!

Humperdoo!

-Where's god?

- Where's god?

-Good question.

Jesse: I said...

[echoing]

Where's god?

[Humperdoo screaming, sobbing]

[Sound fades]

Maybe it is about the dog.

Is that who we're talking about?!

Shhh!

Huh?!

What?!

We gotta go.

Right under my nose.

This whole time.

Crazy.

♪♪ But this is it.

This is what we've been chasing.

♪♪ I know where god is.

We gotta go.

No, Jesse.

You gotta go.

You're not gonna come?

You're just gonna stay here?

What about the Saint?

Like you said, padre...

He's only after you.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [clicking]

♪♪ ♪♪ [laughing]

[Moaning]

[Sighs]

- Tyler, please!

- Come on, h*tler.

What's the big deal?

We wanna see your hell.

[Grunts, groans]

We don't have much time.

Open the door.

But...

but how?

It's locked!

Oh.

So, there's no way to get in?

Nein.

No.

[Groans]

Open it!

A little privacy?

Please.

Oh!

[Scoffs]

Told you you can't trust him.

Well, there's not enough power for the whole block, [groans, farts]

But one cell won't be a problem.

You ready, h*tler?

Or did you get lost in there?

[Grunts]

[Panting]

[Chuckles]

Yeah, no, thank you.

You do the honors.

Eugene, p-please!

Don't make me do this.

[Sighs]

All right, let's party!

[Sighs]

[Whirring]

[Whirring quickens]

[Chamber music plays]

[Indistinct conversations, utensils clanking]

[Laughs]

Dude, all these people are about to get wasted.

Hey, krauts, what are you doing?

Get out of here!

h*tler's gonna gas your asses!

[Chuckles]

Two of your best plum cakes, please.

Extra-flaky crust.

Danke.

Ah.

Guten tag.

Elsa, there you are.

I just ordered plum cakes.

Oh, yum!

I-I dropped by your house yesterday.

Oh.

Did you?

I, uh...

Had to help my mother at the store.

Ah.

Torrent downloaded from RARBG excuse me.

♪♪ Yes, of course.

My fault.

Guten tag.

Guten tag.

[Chamber music continues]

I'm sorry.

You were saying?

You were...

You were helping your mother?

Adolf, see that man?

With the hat?

That's Herman hoehne.

The gallery owner I told you about.

We are old friends.

You must show him your drawings.

[Groans]

They are not ready.

That is what you always say.

You have such talent.

You must sh...

[g*nf*re in distance]

[People exclaim]

Communists.

They're all vermin.

They should be exiled.

Mm.

Yes, I suppose so.

Would you like tea?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

[Chamber music continues]

Go.

Show him your work.

Don't be shy.

No point in having talent if you don't act on it.

Go.

Now.

[Chair scrapes]

[Indistinct conversations continue]

I beg your pardon, herr hoehne.

I-I-i am a great admirer of your gallery.

[Scoffs]

So, as I was saying...

I was wondering if you would be so kind as to have a look at my paintings?

Of course, mein herr.

[Chamber music continues]

Ah.

The watercolors are very capable.

The lines are strong.

Nice shading.

I like to be encouraging.

[Sighs]

Your work shows capacity but lacks conviction.

Vision.

Daring.

It's...

Bloodless.

Well, uh...

Perhaps you would prefer the charcoals more.

I doubt it.

[Utensils clank]

I-I will work harder.

M-may I show you some more pieces in a few months?

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

[Chuckles]

[Chamber music continues]

How did it go?

I don't have it.

He's wrong, Adolf.

What does he know?

You can't let yourself be discouraged by one h*m*'s opinion.

No, no, of course.

You're right.

You have to fight for what you want in this world.

Our plum cakes should be here soon.

Citizens of Germany!

[People gasp]

Prepare to rise up against the corrupt weimar Republic!

I'm sorry...

No weapons allowed.

Play "the internationale" for the German worker.

Communist sons of whores.

Are you deaf?!

Germany shall not...

Play "the internationale"!

Sh!

Elsa, Elsa.

They have g*ns.

Play!

[Customers gasp, indistinct shouting]

[Scuffling, people screaming, wood snapping]

♪♪ ["deutschlandlied" plays]

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [music stops]

Ja?

Uh...

I-I believe you, uh...

You dropped this.

[People gasping, murmuring]

You...

Learn the workers' anthem, or next time will be worse for you.

I mean it.

[People murmuring]

Rise up against the Republic!

German workers, unite!

[Sighs]

Well, they're gone now.

[Sighs]

But I-i think you are right.

I don't want to be in hoehne's gallery.

There are many other galleries.

I shall approach them all.

I wasn't with my mother yesterday.

I was at the lake...

With shulman.

He made us a picnic, and we sat by the lake in the sunshine all day.

The bicycle repairman?

He's ambitious.

He knows what he wants.

I'm going to him now.

Do you understand why, Adolf?

Good day to you.

[Snorts, laughs]

Ah.

Danke.

Bitte.

I'm sorry, mein h*tler, but we are all out of plum cake.

B-but I...

I...

I-i was here first.

Apologies.

Can I offer you some strudel?

I don't like strudel.

♪♪ Mmm!

♪♪ Mmm!

[Munching echoes]

Mmm!

[Static]

[Whirring]

[Chuckling]

Wow.

So, because you looked like a bitch in front of that art guy and your girlfriend, you blew up Europe?

Nein.

No.

Dude!

[Chuckles]

You are sick!

Hey, payback's a bitch.

Am I right?

[Laughs]

Next time, get the man his plum cake, or...

Watch your back!

Yeah.

[Laughs]

[Caveman speaking indistinctly]

[Grunts]

[Caveman shouting indistinctly]

Get him down.

Hell guard: You...

down.

[Continues shouting indistinctly]

Leave that camera alone!

[Continues shouting indistinctly]

[Indistinct conversations]

You wouldn't understand.

Go away, Eugene.

♪♪ [sighs]

That was the day...

...the last day...

That I was good.

♪♪ That was the moment I lost myself.

♪♪ ♪♪ You trust me?

♪♪ There is a back door.

A secret door.

Mannering: [Distorted]

Root, Eugene.

[Normal voice]

Let's go, root.

Time for your screening.

Don't worry.

I will come for you.

♪♪ [door opens]

♪♪ [door closes]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪ May I have your attention?

[Conversations continue]

Your attention, please?

[Conversations continue]

Everyone, please be quiet!

[Conversations stop]

Ladies and gentlemen, I need you to do something for me, so please, listen very carefully.

Why should we do anything you say, plum cake?

[Laughter]

♪♪ Because I'm...

Adolf f*cking h*tler!

♪♪ Oh, hey.

Hey.

Still no sign of him?

Either of 'em.

What d'ya think we should do?

Who knows.

Ah, you're right.

We should just sit tight and be patient.

[Water running]

No, you know what?

Screw that.

I know what I'm gonna do.

[Water stops running]

Denis, you need to make sure he always has fresh water.

All right, mate?

[Woman translating in french]

So, what did you get up to last night after I left?

You got back pretty late.

[Translating to french]


You know what, never mind.

[Footsteps approach]

Whoa.

Where'd you get those?

Jesse kept 'em.

I'm gonna destroy 'em.

Sounds like fun.

Do you want some company?

Nah, nah.

You two hang out.

You sure it's a good idea being alone right now?

I won't be.

Jenny's coming with me.

[Door closes]

[Device beeps]

[Speaks french]

Woman's voice: Wow.

What?

[Translates to french]

[Chuckles]

[Speaks french]

You like her.

Of course I like her.

She's me friend.

[Translates to french]

[Speaks french]

So take her.

What?

[Translates to french]

[Speaks french]

Take her.

[Speaks french]

It's what we do.

♪♪ Give me the dog.

[Translates to french]

Non.

No.

Give me the g*dd*mn dog.

[Translates to french]

[Whimpers]

Did you know god was man-dog?

[Scoffs]

No.

[Echoing]

Did you know?

No.

[Sighs]

[Normal voice]

It was a test, wasn't it?

He knew I was comin'.

I looked god right in the eyes, and I told him he was not what I wanted.

It was a test.

It was a test, and I failed.

That's absolutely, 100%, a...

Possibility.

What does that mean?

Can you imagine the stress that comes with being master of all creation?

I'm told he wasn't always like this.

But there have been rumors in recent years that god had become...

A pervert?

...disenchanted.

So, what?

God snaps, has a breakdown, and now he's not gonna come back?

Honestly, I don't know.

But in his apparent state, having him back...

Is that really what you want?

He is god.

Of course I want him back.

No.

I don't think so.

I've learned a lot about you over the past few days, Jesse.

I have.

And I think what you truly want...

Is forgiveness.

And what exactly do I need forgiveness for?

For k*lling your father, of course.

♪♪ Who told you that?

78 billion people.

Give or take, since time began.

More arriving every day.

Each of them with their own distinct hopes and fears.

The numbers really pile up...

You can imagine.

Of course god wants to hear them all, but at a certain point, heaven thought it best to create a backup system.

Make sure nothing important fell through the cracks.

Took a while to procure these.

But I called in a few favors.

Let's have a listen, shall we?

Listen to what?

What are they?

They are your prayers.

[Click, whirring]

[Beep, beep, beep]

♪ Cut the fat off the back of a baboon ♪ ♪ boil it down to a pound, get a spoon ♪ ♪ take the fleas from the knees of a demon ♪ ♪ tell your pals and gals and come screamin' ♪ ♪ to the feast with the beast of the mau maus ♪ ♪ they make wine from the spine of their bulldog ♪ ♪ it's a test for the best for who stays ♪ ♪ at the feast with the beast of the mau maus ♪ I know some collectors who'd pay some big bucks for these, here.

Not for sale.

I want 'em gone.

[Clicking]

It won't open.

Can't you just...

Throw them in as they are?

What, and have one of these b*ll*ts explode?

Fine.

Okay to sh**t those barrels back there?

Be my guest.

Damn it!

[Scoffs]

Sorry, ladies.

I ain't smelting it loaded.

What if I give you oral sex?

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, no, no.

It's cool.

I mean, you know, I'll think of something else.

I mean...

Mail 'em to rio or someplace.

No, this is important to you.

I want to help.

What if I...

Come over there...

Tear off that apron, get down on my knees, and put your penis in my mouth?

[Chuckles]

Whoa.

[Chuckles]

Or what if I say you forced me to put your penis in my mouth?

Yeah, I came into your establishment, looking for some simple metal smelting, [voice breaking]

And the next thing you know...

You had me on my knees...

Hey!

Okay, or what if I call my cousin who's a detective with the state police and I tell him your business here is an illegal operation?

[Chuckles]

Put the weapons in the machine.

♪♪ [sizzling, bubbling]

♪♪ [sizzling, bubbling]

[Dogs bark in distance]

I just can't believe he lied to you.

Well, what am I saying?

Of course he lied.

He's a man.

Men are lying pigs.

Yeah.

But I kinda get it.

You do?

Jesse's got his reasons.

You know, his daddy was a preacher.

Yeah, that'll mess anyone up.

[Chuckles]

Yeah.

Who am I to talk?

I don't even know the guy.

I'll settle for anyone who doesn't punch me in the face.

[Chuckles]

No, Jesse would never do that.

Not even the time I cracked his skull with a golf club.

[Chuckles]

Where do you think he is now?

He said he knew where god was.

Probably shoulda gone with him.

I mean the cowboy.

I don't know.

Jesse can handle him.

Hope you're right.

[Sighs]

Come here!

I need you to see something!

♪♪ Put out your hand.

What?

It's all right.

Do it.

[Gasps]

It's over 4,000 degrees in there.

It'll melt the armor off a t*nk.

♪♪ That thing's not even hot.

♪♪ ♪♪ [clicking]

♪♪ ♪♪ [clicking continues]

♪♪ ♪♪ [clicking stops]

[Beep]

Take a look at that.

♪♪ Prisoners: ♪ ...Row the boat ashore... ♪ ♪ hallelujah ♪ ♪ did you hear... ♪ don't move.

♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ then you'll hear.. ♪ what's going on here?

♪ ...the trumpets sound?

♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ time to go.

Mannering: Hey!

Hey!

Schnell.

Schnell.

1...

2..

3...

4...

Schnell!

Schnell!

...5...

6...

Schnell!

[Hissing]

...9...

10...

Put this back there.

♪♪ [metal clanks]

Come on!

Let's go.

Ja.

The back door is down there.

Where's h*tler?

Look for him!

I...

Yes, you can.

I will be with you every step of the way.

[Screaming]

[Grunts]

[Lid slams]

[Thud]

[Thud]

[Clank]

[Lid closes]

♪♪ Pre-teen Jesse: God, forgive me for not eating my broccoli.

Forgive me for sassing my daddy.

Forgive me for falling asleep at church.

God, forgive me for hitting Donnie on the playground...

Even though he deserved it.

God, forgive me for thinking you ain't real.

Younger teenage: Forgive me for using your name in vain.

Older teenage: Forgive me for thinking dirty thoughts about Ms. haggity.

Younger teenage: Forgive me for falling asleep at church.

Forgive me for giving up.

Older teenage: [Voice breaking]

Forgive me for being scared.

Younger teenage: Forgive me for letting my daddy down.

Pre-teen: [Echoing]

...My daddy down.

Younger teenage: God...

Adult: God, forgive me for...

...losing my temper.

...Losing my temper.

Younger teenage: Forgive me for not doing my...

Pre-teen: ...Chores as best I could.

Older teenage: Forgive me for hurting Bobby Boyd...

Though he had it comin'.

Forgive me for not praying to you more.

All: [Overlapping]

God, forgive me for thinking you ain't real.

Older teenage: Forgive me for touching myself.

Younger teenage: Forgive me for asking you to k*ll my father and send him to hell.

Older teenage: ...And send him to hell.

Adult: God, forgive me for having hate in my heart.

God, forgive me for sh**ting that komodo dragon.

Forgive me for talking down to tulip.

God, forgive me for robbing that convenience store...

...and that gas station...

...And that pawnbroker...

God...

...For robbing that zoo.

God...

God, forgive me for k*lling that security guard.

God, forgive me for losing my temper.

...for taking that guy's eye out.

...getting drunk.

...For stealing cars.

...fighting.

...Lying.

...Drinking too much.

...lying...

..Robbing...

...Cheating...

...lying...

...Drinking...

...Fighting...

...for stealing...

God, forgive me for k*lling...

[click]

I imagine you could take 100,000 little old ladies, walk them back and forth across the street for 100 years, and it still wouldn't get you off the hook for all that.

If you want to save your soul, you need to do something big.

You need to join me, Jesse.

People have done worse.

I bet you've done worse.

Perhaps...

One more?

[Cranking]

[Thumping, hissing]

♪♪ I ask you again...

What's your name?

Jesse.

Jesse who?

♪♪ Jesse...

...l'angelle.

That's a good boy.

♪♪ And...?

[Thumping, hissing continue]

Thank you, god.

Thank you, god, for...?

♪♪ Thank you, god, for k*lling my father...

♪♪ ...and bringing me home.

♪♪ Okay.

Turn it off.

[Thumping, hissing continue]

♪♪ [thumping, hissing stop]

Your gran'ma loves you.

♪♪ Young Jesse: Thank you, god, for k*lling my father and bringing me home.

So...

[Groans softly]

You went to an awful lot of trouble for all this.

To show you that you're the right man for the job and the job is right for you.

[Inhales deeply]

♪♪ So, these are all my prayers?

Yes.

Over all this time.

♪♪ Every single one.

I can make copies, if you'd like to take them.

No, that's all right.

♪♪ Why don't you just...

♪♪ [echoing]

...Shove 'em up your ass?

♪♪ [herr starr grunting]

We're done.

Let me out.

I-is everything all right with herr starr?

[Echoes faintly]

Let me out.

[Energy crackles]

♪♪ I'm just going to check with him.

♪♪ [echoing]

Let me out.

[Energy crackles]

♪♪ [echoing]

Let me out.

♪♪ [elevator bell dings]

♪♪ ♪♪ [lid opens]

[Rustling]

Yes, hoover, I'm sure.

Custer has left us no choice.

God help us...

[rustling continues]

It's all...

Come down...

To you.

♪♪ Nothing less than the eternal dignity [grunting]

Of the grail is at stake.

♪♪ [beeping]

Hoover: Okay.

Good.

I'm glad we could reach this understanding.

Now just...

Do what you do.

[Lock disengages]

♪♪ [man growls raggedly]

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪
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