01x05 - The Trial of Jack McCall

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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: Tuft off the recently decapitated Indian...

25¢.

Authentic heathen hair tufts.

Head brought to camp same day as Wild Bill Hickok was k*lled.

25¢ a tuft.

Or five tufts for $1.

25¢ a tuft?

25¢ a tuft!

Don't miss your chance at a fine souvenir, boys, authentic heathen hair tufts.

Send them east to friends and family.

And if you was to say in your letter with the tufts inside it, it was you that cut the cocksucker's head off, who'd be there to gainsay it?

AW: Anyone may join the juror's line.

Only those admitted to the bar may join the line of candidates for officers of the court.

Jurors will be drawn from the hat on my right.

Officers of the court, in the box on my left.

I have no say in either outcome, so please don't try to bribe me.

-Newspaper fella seems a good sort. -He's all right.

How far into the process you think he'll stay involved?

Till them shysters take over.

I don't know what's become of the woman who was Mr. Hickok's friend.

Probably drunk over his m*rder.

Yes, well, there's a child to be considered.

And she couldn't be doing better.

Despite her situation.

I don't see your medicine.

No, I broke the bottle.

All right.

-No! -I don't know as this is the time for you to stop taking this laudanum, Mrs. Garret.

Oh, what a pleasant surprise, Doctor, to hear you admit the limits of your knowledge.

Have you made any travel plans?

Before his m*rder, Mr. Hickok arranged with a Mr. Bullock to look after my affairs here.

That's good. That'll... that'll free you up to leave.

25¢, 25¢ a tuft!

Hair from a heathen dead less than one day.

25¢, 25¢ a tuft!

These are good boots you people sold me.

Glad you're satisfied.

Hair from a heathen dead less than one day!

Cut that sh*t out!

No law against me selling these, mister.

No law either against me breaking your f*cking jaw if you don't quit it!

Put him out here like a goddamned circus freak!

Whoa, I'm not making a penny from this.

People just wanted to pay their respects.

Well, I had him here around the side, but they knocked the damn tent over.

Man has a powerful temper.

That hardware cocksucker's been an ongoing pain in my balls since him and his partner showed up.

Where do you suppose that heathen's head got to

-them tufts of hair came off of, Al? -Yeah, I don't know.

Didn't some Mexican bring the head in for bounty?

If it's important to you, I'll look it up in my yesterday's diary.

Couldn't matter less.

As far as the trial itself, I got no problem acting as host, loss of revenues not withstanding.

Well, I'm happy to have it at my joint, but being you're senior in the community, it'd seem somehow... out of place.

Anyways, we'll have it here.

But just let me say this once in your hearing: for out-right stupidity, the whole f*cking trial concept goes shoulder to shoulder with that cocksucker Custer's thinking when he headed for that ridge.

It's got its disadvantages.

We're illegal.

Our whole goal is to get annexed to the United f*cking States.

We start holding trials, what's to keep the United States f*cking Congress from saying, "Oh excuse us, we didn't realize" you were a sovereign community and nation out there.

Where's your cocksucker's flag? Where's your f*cking navy or the like?

Maybe when we make our treaty with the Sioux, we should treat you people like renegade Indians, deny your f*cking gold and property claims and hand everything over instead to our ne'er-do-well

-cousins and brother's-in-law"? -That we don't want.

But, if we're gonna have the f*cking thing, might as well have it in my joint, huh?

Tom Smith of Lead!

Juror number seven!

-How's business? -Hot and cold.

Struggling to get our craps concept off the ground.

That's the way with any new idea.

-Takes the hoople-heads time to adjust. -Samuel Smith.

Sometimes I wish we could just hit 'em over the head, rob 'em and throw their bodies in the creek.

But that would be wrong.

Jay Johnson, Spearfish.

Juror number 10!

-Mr. Bullock? -Doc?

I just seen Mrs. Garret.

I've got a proxy for her to sign.

You oughta go ahead and get that done so she can go ahead and leave camp.

Anything else on your schedule I'm behind on?

No, sir.

I will now draw from the lawyers' business cards in the box the presiding magistrate, prosecutor and counsel for the defense.

After that part's over, and not pre-judging the evidence... why don't we try the cocksucker at my place?

CY: Second.

AW: Officers of the court, magistrate...

There's a cr*pple who'd do, if I could pry her from Mr. Swearengen.

How much money would loosen his grip?

More likely Al would bridle at breaking his routine.

He likes to berate the gimp mornings.

I cannot see to this child.

She needs someone less distracted.

I wish to see you extricated from all these complications and difficulties, Mrs. Garret, as much as you do yourself.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Farnum.

And in that regard, wonder if you've decided on my bid for your claim yet?

-Are you Mr. Bullock? -Yes.

I'm Alma Garret.

How do you do?

Ah, please excuse me.

I'm spread so thin with my cook out.

I've got this for you to sign.

Have you a pen at the desk, Mr. Farnum?

Certainly.

Several days ago I watched you and Wild Bill Hickok support each other in a gunfight from the window in my room.

Later, when Mr. Hickok spoke so highly, Mr. Bullock, I...

I imagined it was you.

Mr. Bullock has authority to act in my behalf

-on all matters relating to the claim. -I see.

In case you couldn't, I thought I'd tell you.

Wonderful. One load off your back.

Let me see about getting you that cr*pple.

Is he dead or alive?

He's sick.

And we ain't no hospital!

Number eight's relocating.

Bundle him up, put some of Leon's remedy down him and take him to the hills.

Can someone else do it, Mr. Tolliver?

Sure they can.

Shall I get someone else to take him?

No, I'll do it.

And burn the blanket afterwards.

Thanks, Bart.

Some do get well, Cy.

His chances will improve outdoors... The bracing air.

What are you moving the tables for?

You said you wanted the jury right here.

Can't they sit at separate tables?

Do you want the tables together, or not?

I don't want anything done that can't be undone five minutes after this fiasco concludes.

Clean somewhere where I can't see you.

Go on, get f*cking!

Complications with the widow, Al.

She's give her proxy to that hardware fella.

Hickok breaks my balls from the afterlife.

You feel, before he was m*rder*d, Hickok enlisted Bullock in the widow's cause?

Advance the subject or pick up a broom.

Signing a proxy don't mean the widow can't do a deal.

-It just includes Bullock in. -If the widow trusts her own judgment, she don't let Hickok bring the hardware cocksucker into it.

She's trying to get off the dope.

Maybe loaded she'd get her self-confidence back.

Let me camp beneath her window and suggest that.

Hickok's half-woman friend's off somewheres on a tear.

The orphan squarehead's in the widow's care.

The widow feels put upon. She's asked me to find her some help.

I suggested the gimp.

No!

So as not to put a whore up first off.

Now I will propose Trixie.

As a get acquainted gift, she could bring the widow a good-sized ball of dope.

Yes.

Well thought through, EB.

Tell the widow you have a candidate.

I have to go look to my roast.

My cook's on the queue to see Hickok's remains.

Then he'll probably sneak here for the trial.

Oops.

SETH: Reverend.

Uh, sir.

Sir, who stands for Mr. Hickok?

-What do you mean? -Mr. Utter has gone to Cheyenne and I don't find Mr. Hickok's woman friend.

Mr. Nuttall commissioned the coffin, but wishes not to participate further.

Now I need guidance in certain matters, but I don't know who stands for him.

What are you trying to find out?

For example, I thought "How Firm a Foundation"?

For the hymn.

Sounds a good choice.

-Do you think so? -Yes, I do.

Might something else be more appropriate?

-I don't know, Reverend. -I think "How Firm a Foundation" for the hymn, and from the gospel

-I Corinthians 12. -All right.

"If the foot shall say because I am not the hand, I'm not of the body, is it therefore not of the body?

And if the ear shall say because I'm not the eye I'm not of the body, is it therefore not?

Now hath God set the members, everyone of them, "in the body as it hath pleased him."

That is a good choice, Reverend.

12 and 13, I think.

Are we open for business?

[SQUEALING]

-Hey, I know you. -I know you too.

After bumrushin' me outta your fine hardware establishment, you didn't see this comin', did you?

-I halfway did, you droop-eyed cocksucker. -I was born droop-eyed, all right?

And who do you blame for the rest of the f*cking mess?

Let me ask you this, cocksucker, you think they know me in New York City by now?

-[GROANS] -If you wasn't tied up I would k*ll ya!

Ow, what are you cryin' for?

-What? -I'm askin' what you're cryin' for?

Did you love Hickok so much?

Was you sweethearts?

Did he stick his d*ck up your ass?

[GROANING]

MAN: Hey hey!

I'm this man's counsel.

[GASPING]

They will pin a rose on you.

Boy, I'd shake your hand, but I'm trussed up like a Christmas pig.

I would say you're better situated than your companions.

Well, I'm a hard case for you, counselor.

And no mistake, everyone in there saw me sh**t him.

If you'll let me set our strategy, I don't think we'll dispute what people saw.

Then I guess you're here to break me out.

[CHUCKLING]

Son, did James Butler Hickok ever k*ll a relative of yours?

James Butler Hickok?

Wild Bill Hickok.

Did he ever k*ll a brother of yours or the like?

-A brother? -I'm asking you if what happened in that saloon was vengeance for the death of a family member.

Possibly a brother in Abilene, or the like.

A brother in Abilene.

[JACK CHUCKLES]

ANDY: Oh, Christ.

Oh, Jesus.

-[RASPY BREATHING] -You all right?

[WHEEZING]

Look, I'm sorry as hell about all this.

I'm sorry as hell.

I'm not gonna burn the f*cking blanket. f*ck Cy!

Look, this is not my f*cking fault.

It's not my fault.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, God take me!

What do you look at out there?

Whatever I can see.

Clean up.

Am I on jury duty?

Put on a decent enough dress to help a widow with a kid.

What widow in camp has a kid?

The widow is the New York dude's widow.

The kid is the orphan squarehead.

I didn't know she was caring for that child now.

Does it change what f*cking dress you wear?

No.

Widow's a dope fiend.

She's been drinking it.

Help her expand her horizons.

I see no guard outside of room eight.

Yeah, room eight left.

Borne by angels?

You don't have that man to worry about anymore.

You or me either. Just... put the man in room eight from your mind.

Sir, I have no vaccine for the sickness the man in room eight didn't have.

The closest place that does, to my knowledge, is Fort Kearney.

If you want to remedy the epidemic that you have no reason to believe will break out, I would send somebody there right away.

Heard you loud and clear, Doctor.

-Will you send someone, Mr. Tolliver? -If I do, you'll be the first to know.

If you don't, and I have to, that will be known to every damn person in this camp!

Joey?

You ever had Nebraska p*ssy?

Not to my knowledge, Mr. Tolliver.

Eddie Sawyer, get in here!

True or not, Eddie, when a man wets his end in Nebraska p*ssy his life is changed forever.

Speaking only for myself, I still mark the anniversary.

Well, point me in the right direction.

[LAUGHS] You hear that, Eddie?

Boy's got a healthy attitude.

[CHUCKLING]

Yes, sir?

Come here.

Get this outta here.

Get rid of it?

Did you hear me announce the other night that I'd pay a $50 bounty for every f*cking Indian head?

-I was right next to you, Al. -That's the first head.

Some chili chomper's out there somewhere right now spending my $50.

You get rid of that head, or you'd better know of another place with a position open for an idiot.

All right.

Got a couple places I can keep it, I guess.

Yeah, till after the trial.

Well, what do you do with it then?

Put it somewhere in the bar?

It's a nice conversation piece.

I mean if it's handled the right way.

You have been tested, Al Swearengen, and your deepest purposes proved.

There's gold on the woman's claim.

You might as well have shouted it from the rooftops.

"That's why I'm jumping through hoops to get it back."

Thorough as I fleeced the fool she married, I will fleece his widow too, using loyal associates like Eustace Bailey Farnum as my go-betweens and dupes.

To explain why I want her bought out I will make a pretext of my fear of the Pinkertons.

I will throw Farnum a token fee.

Why should I reward EB with some small fractional participation in the claim?

Or let him even lay by a little security and source of continuing income for his declining years?

What's he ever done for me?

Except let me terrify him every goddamned day of his life till the idea of bowel regularity is a forlorn f*cking hope.

Not to mention ordering a man k*lled in one of EB's rooms, so every f*cking free moment of his life EB has to spend scrubbing the bloodstains off the goddamned floor!

To keep from...

"having to lower his rates."

God damn that m*therf*cker!

-[GAVEL HAMMERING] -Rules of the court: no nonsense; prosecution will open; the defense will respond; the jury will be charged and deliberate.

Go ahead.

We shoulder a great weight here today.

Now we're many of us miners, but this is no claim dispute.

-Christmas. -Hmm?

We'll be here till f*cking Christmas.

Yesterday, a man of reputation was k*lled in this camp.

Now the k*ller had no reputation.

But the circumstances speak badly enough about his character that, in time to come, he may get one.

Now we all know that even though the k*ller is a coward, not all killings are murders.

You jurors have to decide if this k*lling was.

And your decision will come to this: either a man giving you a dollar for breakfast is provocation beyond endurance, or Jack McCall sh**ting Wild Bill Hickok was m*rder, pure and simple.

Picked up his pace towards the end.

Go ahead.

Sir.

Why'd you k*ll Hickok, Mr. McCall?

He m*rder*d my brother in Kansas.

m*rder*d your brother in Kansas.

Thank you, son.

Hmm.

Don't count your f*cking chickens.

Go ahead.

When did Hickok m*rder your brother, Mr. McCall?

In Kansas, Abilene.

Are you still drunk?

-[MEN LAUGHING] -I said when.

I don't recall the exact year.

When they was both in Abilene.

-LAWYER: And you were present? -Not at sh**ting, no.

But you were in Abilene at the time that this happened?

Not when the sh**ting happened, no.

Tell that judge I want to see him.

-Were you ever in Abilene? -Yes.

Well, do you often play cards, McCall, for three days with a man who m*rder*d your brother before, in passion's white heat, you take your revenge?

No, it wasn't white heat.

I had to find my chance.

If that's it, I'm calling a break for nature and we'll finish later.

Do you even have a brother, Mr. McCall?

Yeah, and Hickok k*lled him.

Break for nature.

[CHATTER]

Sir? Sir?

The b*llet that k*lled Hickok is in my wrist.

-Any chance I could testify? -McCall already admitted he k*lled Hickok.

Years to come when I'm giving talks or the like, I'd appreciate it if I'd be on the record.

There's $50 in it for you. I'd be telling the truth, sir!

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Trixie: Mrs. Garret?

It's okay.

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Who is it?

I'm sent to help you with the little one.

I'm Trixie.

Thank you for coming at such short notice, Trixie.

Ain't you pretty?

I'm sorry about your husband, ma'am.

It's good of you to care for the child.

I was under the impression you were hurt.

Ma'am?

Mr. Farnum said you had some sort of physical liability?

I'm not her. She's lovely though... Jewel.

May I wash her? Give her a nice bath?

Of course.

All right, little one.

She doesn't speak English.

I'm Trixie.

Trixie.

You want a blow job while I talk to you?

No.

I wasn't offering it personally.

Make your point.

My point is... before a guilty verdict would get ex*cuted on that cocksucker, three men would walk in that meat locker where he's being held with bags over their heads and cut his f*cking throat.

Within half an hour that Celestial's little pigs will be on their backs with their hooves in the air belching up human remains.

Are you saying you'd order that to be done?

I'm saying I had a vision it would happen.

My second of the day. First come when I was watching you and them lawyers on line this morning.

They began to slither in my sight like vipers.

So as not to puke I had to close my eyes.

The vision went on.

Got worse.

I saw the vipers in the big nest in Washington.

They were taking us in the camp for acting like we could set our own laws up or organizations.

And then I saw the big vipers decide to strangle and swallow us up and every f*cking thing we gain here.

It was horrible.

How could we f*cking avoid it?

How could we let the vipers in the big nest know that we didn't wanna cause any f*cking trouble?

And that's when you had your second vision?

Yeah, the cutthroats and the pigs.

But who wants all that blood spilled, Judge?

Isn't there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

I want to get back to the trial.

Go ahead.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

How do you suppose the trial's going?

-I don't know. -Should've took him into the territory.

Hang 'em here, they'll be opening a can a worms.

Guess it's all a can a worms.

Now you're talking.

Will you help me with the body?

[CHATTERING]

Good talk?

We'll see.

Mm.

You see that one?

Him, that one there in the middle.

-The curly hair? -Yeah yeah.

Told me the other night how bad Hickok needed k*lling.

Yeah.

Said Hickok insulted him in the street.

Hope he's got a forceful personality.

We're back in session.

This camp is part of no territory, state or nation.

Stars and stripes may fly here soon, but that day is not here yet.

You of the jury therefore are without the law upon which to decide this case.

How then are you to decide it?

You must rely on common custom.

That McCall k*lled Hickok is not in dispute.

He says he was taking revenge that Hickok m*rder*d his brother.

If you believe what he says to be true custom dictates that you excuse him.

The jury will now retire to the whores' rooms and begin their deliberations.

-Suppose Ellsworth's with us? -Oh yeah, four square.

Open the bar.

Get the girls f*cking till the jury comes back.

The downstairs rooms is occupied.

Upstairs ain't.

True.

Andy: Strike me dead.

I apologize.

Please, I hurt so much now.

You're one sick f*cking customer.

I apologize.

Don't apologize to me.

I don't even f*cking know ya!

You want a drink of whiskey?

And no lippin' the bottle, but I got a pretty steady pouring hand.

I apologize.

Accepted. Open your yap!

Hey!

Open up!

More for me anyhow.

I apologize.

Hey.

My best friend d*ed...

The man I had my best friend-feeling about in the world.

Took you as he found you, thought the best of you.

Sweet to me!

I apologize.

Maybe you would rather have some water?

I will go get some from the creek.

But if you don't stop 'pologizing, I'm not gonna give you a g*dd*mn drop.

All right, mister?!

I'm coming back with some water.

I apologize.

Shut the f*ck up!

Look how pretty you are.

Pretty girl.

Are you poorly?

-Crampy? -Yes.

Does laudanum help?

It used to.

It doesn't anymore.

Are you afraid?

Yes.

I was awful afraid when I was stopping.

First I was afraid I was gonna die.

And then I was afraid I wouldn't.

And then one day I woke up... free.

I don't know why I didn't think to put her in one of my camisoles.

No, but you look how pretty she looks in it.

Look at her.

May I confide?

Certainly.

I've never been laid in Nebraska.

We all of us sometimes embellish.

I feel unburdened.

Happy to help.

What did you send him to get?

If I haven't said yet, Eddie, you think asking's gonna make me?

Look at the lady.

It's quiet, I thought I would see Hickok buried.

Sure.

Sure, what?

Sure, Joanie, go ahead.

Or was your point you weren't asking permission?

Conscience struck, needs to sing a hymn.

She liked Andy.

I did too.

-[KNOCKING] -Doc?

I'm in the back!

Well, I won't trouble nothing.

-Hi, Doc. -What is it?

A couple years ago I took powders against some awful cramping.

-I wish I knew what was in 'em. -That'd be helpful.

Brownish like.

I put 'em in my tea.

Well, if it's the monthly's, I generally prescribe a day or two of laudanum against the cramps.

Coming off the laudanum's what had me crampy.

Then you used it for more than a few days.

Little longer, yeah.

Between 12 and... however old I was three years ago.

Have you taken it back up again?

It's the rich woman wants to stop.

-The widow. -And what's that to you?

Or to you why I'd be interested?

I won't swear this is your sovereign remedy.

But the color will be right.

And it should give her some relief.

Thanks, Doc.

It's a little enough to do with what's coming.

What would that be?

And what would that be to you?

[LAUGHING]

Finish your business.

The jury's coming back.

Hurry it up!

What's the verdict?

Innocent.

Judge: Thank you.

The defendant is free.

Don't ever knock this camp to me.

[LAUGHING]

Good luck, son.

Man: I need a drink.

Reverend: Mr. Hickok will lie beside two brothers.

One he likely k*lled, the other he k*lled for certain and he's been k*lled now in turn.

So much blood.

And on the battlefields of the brothers' w*r, I saw more blood than this.

And asked then after the purpose. And did not know.

And don't know the purpose now.

But know now to testify that not knowing, I believe.

Saint Paul tells us by one's spirit are we all baptized into one body, whether we be Jew or gentile, bond or free.

And have all been made to drink into one spirit.

For the body is not one member, but many.

He tells us, "The eye cannot say unto the hand", 'I have no need of thee.'

Nor again, the head to the feet, 'I have no need of thee.'

They much more those members of the body which seem to be more feeble.

And those members of the body which we think of as less honorable, "all are necessary."

He says that there should be no schism in the body, but that the members should have the same care, one to another.

And where the one member suffer, all the members suffer with it.

I believe in God's purpose, not knowing it.

I ask Him, moving in me, to allow me to see His will.

I ask Him, moving in others, to allow them to see it.

Let us sing "How Firm a Foundation" as Mr. Hickok is laid to rest.

All: ♪ When through ♪

♪ Fiery trials ♪

♪ Thy pathways shall lie ♪

♪ My grace ♪

♪ All sufficient ♪

♪ Shall be thy supply ♪

♪ The flame ♪

♪ Shall not hurt thee ♪

♪ I only design... ♪ They turned him loose.

-McCall? -They turned him loose.

♪ And thy gold to refine. ♪

[SNEEZING]

[CHATTING]

-Can we get started? -He's near done.

Oh, you can tell?

Can you believe they let the son of a bitch go?

Yeah, I guess I can. Here he comes.

Oh, thank you for waiting.

You've been so kind to me, a stranger.

Many of us have asked, being broken, how are we to live?

You took me into the body of the camp.

I'm from Etobicoke, Ontario.

I'm from Vienna, Austria.

May I ask, Mr. Bullock, what you feel now may be your part?

Can't say I know what you're talking about.

I would not impose, it's been given me to ask.

Okay then, you did what you've been given to do.

The camp was lucky you were here today.

No, I'm a frail and feeble vessel, but none of us can deny our parts...

Can we finish the goddamned walk in quiet?

Certainly, sir.

[SOFTLY] Sorry, Reverend.

Can I have your autograph, please?

There you go, that's for you.

Should it ever be your misfortune, gentlemen, or mine to need to k*ll a man, then let us toast together the possibility that our trials be held in this camp.

Man: Here here.

Al: What's your name? It's Jack, ain't it?

Yes, sir. You buy me a drink, I'll make my mark.

Stick around camp, Jack, I'll make mine for you.

What in the hell's that supposed to mean?

Means there's a horse for you outside you want to get on before somebody murders you who gives a f*ck about right and wrong, or I do.

It's the paint, Jack, right outside my joint.

Run for your f*cking life.

Jack McCall runs from no man.

Remember this when you run your own place.

That type guy hanging round gets people agitated.

Forces 'em to take a position, one side or the other.

And agitation brings a slight bump up in whiskey sales.

But the sale of c**t plummets.

That's why I often wonder if I should take that f*cking picture of Lincoln down.

Come on.

Come on.

Jack: Yah yah.

It's me, mister!

Back with water.

Are you dead?!

Yeah! There you are.

Choking and coughing just like the rest of us.

Saw the widow's husband in the creek.

'Less they're keeping more than one body cool for shipping back East.

Tethered, wrapped up, and floating like a lure for some huge f*cking fish.

The widow's got the little one now.

I had her for a while, but I ain't the type she should be with long term.

f*cking drunk and so forth.

And when I was down at the creek, I heard voices and I went to where they were singing.

And I saw 'em as they laid my poor f*cking Bill to rest.

[SOBBING]

Now there's a bird I ain't never seen before.

Shall I talk about it to you?

[GROANING]

The man is a lunatic. High water, he never made much sense.

But now he just utters pure gibberish.

Did he look pale to you?

-What? -Did he seem pale?

How the f*ck do I know if he was pale or not?

-He looked pale to me. -What if he was?

Let's say he was, will you shut up about it?

What is my part and your part?

What part of my part is your part?

Is my foot your knee?

What about your ear? What the f*ck is that?

Yeah. I don't know.

What don't you know?

If he was pale or not?

What you're supposed to do.

I'm not supposed to do anything!

Let's agree to that.

Not one f*cking thing that I don't decide I'm gonna.

All right, Sol?

All right.

Suspenders.

God damn it!

If I k*ll the droop-eyed son of a bitch and my part's getting hanged for it, -good luck with the f*cking store. -All right.

I'll write to Martha and see it posted.

-You look out after that widow. -All right, Seth.

Can I impose on you to pack a bag for me to cut down on the cocksucker's head start?

Be ready for you when you ride out.

Thanks, Sol.

Did you get the praying outta your system?

[HUMMING "HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION"]

[GUITAR PLAYING]

[LAUGHING]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Yah!

♪ God and man played hide and go seek ♪

♪ God go, "Man, now, man, don't you peek" ♪

♪ Man counted to 10 ♪

♪ And then looked around ♪

♪ But God was nowhere ♪

♪ Nowhere to be found ♪

♪ Ha ha ha, that's right ♪

♪ Now God is in you ♪

♪ And God is in me ♪

♪ And to love all of God ♪

♪ ls to love humanity ♪

♪ Ha ha ha, I'm bigger than thee ♪

♪ Whoo, ha ha ha. ♪