THE TECHNICIAN: We pay $5,000 per unit.
However, if you're willing to give more than 10%,
purchase price doubles.
Payment is made in full on the day of removal.
There's also a standard confidentiality clause.
That's detailed on page seven of the release.
Do you have any questions?
(SIGHS) Yes.
Will it hurt?
I told you, don't worry about that.
I'm allowed to worry.
I'm your wife.
The procedure itself doesn't hurt.
Some donors complain of fatigue accompanied by minor headaches.
Nothing that a few aspirin won't fix.
Yes, but, will he be...
The long-term effects?
Yeah, a common question.
The simple answer, as far as we can tell,
based on, now, thousands of clinical trials,
is there aren't any.
But would you like some more time to think it over?
We don't have time.
The mortgage company is breathing down our backs,
and your sister's not gonna bail us out this time.
Look, what about 10%? Is that enough?
Absolutely.
But remember, 15 is double the price.
Trust me.
You won't even miss it.
(LATCHES CLICK)
(WHIRRING)
Ready?
Be as still as possible.
(BEEPS)
(RAPID BEEPING)
(BEEPING STOPS)
(BEEPS)
We're done.
I gave him a mild sedative, so he should sleep through the night.
- (HORNS BLARING) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Three.
You got it.
Yeah. Here you go. Thank you.
I started to have second thoughts,
and then I had second thoughts about the second thoughts.
Millie? Look who's here.
Millie?
Are you ready, hon?
(LATCHES CLICK)
Now, I need something that belongs to Mildred
so that I can confirm this is a match.
(BEEPS)
Thank you.
(BEEPS)
Good. It's close enough.
MAN: What now?
THE TECHNICIAN: Now we turn it into a consumable.
(WHIRRING)
Okay, Mildred.
Can you do this for me?
Say "ah..."
Ah...
Very good.
Sweetheart.
How do you feel?
Richard?
(SIGHS)
(BEEPS)
(THUDS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
(COUGHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Let me help you out.
The first bunny ear, he meets the second bunny ear.
Over, round...
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
All right.
(PANTING)
What's up with him?
He's French.
What are we having here then?
Reddi-wip, marshmallows, hot fudge. My God!
First one's for you.
Well, I'm bloody honored.
You're cooking.
Yeah. So?
So, nothing.
I love your cooking.
Get the fire extinguisher.
TULIP: Funny.
Now you get to set the table.
So, listen, I wanna talk to you about yesterday.
Yeah?
Look. You know what I mean. I know we both said some things there...
"Said some things," honestly,
it sounds like a bloody lover's quarrel.
Look, what I'm trying to tell you
is I can be a real bastard without even trying and I'm sorry.
All right?
Don't worry about it.
Yeah?
That's good.
You got anything you wanna say to me?
You're forgiven.
(CLEARS THROAT) So...
What are we doing today?
I've heard there's this place in the Quarter
where they shoot you in the chest for money.
I think that might be fun.
- What? - Yeah.
You wear a vest and that. It's a game.
Where they pay you to get shot in the chest?
Yeah, or you pay them. That part was unclear.
Well, we could get shot in the chest for unclear reasons,
or we could do what we came to do in the first place and look for God.
Where exactly in the Quarter was this, Cass?
All right. Searching for God it is then.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(CHAINS CLINKING)
(CAN HISSING)
There's a bunch of jazz clubs left. We could hit those.
- More marshmallow? - CASSIDY: No, no.
Let's let the diabetes take its own time, shall we?
Or the crypto-fascists Lara told me about.
CASSIDY: The men in the white suits.
I'm telling you now, when it comes to crypto-fascists,
the Reptilians, they're gonna be way more likely.
Who's Lara?
- This lounge singer I met. - Mmm...
Lara, the lounge singer.
That's right, I remember now. You were quite excited about her.
No, I wasn't.
Yes, you were. You come in all flustered-like.
No, I was excited by the lead she gave me.
Not her.
Mmm.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I wasn't being defensive.
She was in trouble. I helped her.
- That's it. - Okay, good.
Now the God audition seems like a dead end.
All we have is a hand shooting a gun.
So, good to find out
- who shot that bloody gun. - Yeah.
Why don't we just zoom in on the serial number?
- "Helping's" good. - It is good.
- What? - On the gun.
I said it was good.
Zoom in on the serial number
and then trace it back to the owner.
It's always good to give a girl
a good helping whenever you can.
Just like they do in the shows, and that.
I couldn't agree with you more. What are you talking about?
I'm talking about zooming in on the gun to find out who shot it.
- You just zoom in, then you... - Okay. Seriously.
What the hell happened with you and this girl?
I didn't marry her, Tulip.
I'll tell you that much.
Which one?
Tell me.
That one.
(GUN COCKS)
Don't make me shoot you, man.
I'll do it.
I swear.
I'll do it.
(SCREAMING)
Where's the Preacher?
Ain't no preacher here, man.
I'm a Jew!
(BULLET RICOCHETS)
CASSIDY: You know, zoom in, resolve.
"Hold on. Is that a clue there?"
You know, like they do in the shows.
Hmm.
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(BLADE SCRAPES)
Preacher?
MAN: Are you serious, man?
- WOMAN: (SCREAMS) No! - (BLADE WHOOSHING)
MAN: Don't make me bust you up!
- (MAN SCREAMS) - (BLADE SLICING)
When you say "the shows," you mean TV shows that take place,
say, in outer space or the Pentagon?
Yeah, but we don't do any of that.
We take the tapes down to the Circuit Works,
and we let the Dork Docs do all the bloody faffing about
with their technicological software, and that.
- TULIP: That so, huh? - CASSIDY: Yeah.
Just love me TV shows, all right?
TULIP: Which shows do you watch, exactly?
CASSIDY: I love 'em all. High-school shows, law shows, love them.
Love serial killers and stuff like that.
Terrorist attacks, comedians.
I love reality TV,
you know, like eejits just riding
around the world on motorcycles,
and fat women looking for prizes.
TULIP: So basically, you watch trash TV.
CASSIDY: I do not just basically watch trash TV at all.
- (BUBBLING) - It's really... You get a survey
on the human experience, all right?
Watching those fat ladies transform is a beautiful thing, it's wonderful.
Then they finally learn to love themselves,
and sometimes the producers even pay to get rid of their stretch marks.
You really ought to try watching it, it's very neat.
Hey, guys.
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
Fiore's dead.
Dead, dead?
Wait. The angel from the casino?
I thought he was, like... He couldn't die.
JESSE: I guess not.
Apparently a cowboy shot him and he never came back.
So what do we do now?
What, about the indestructible angel killer?
I think it's pretty clear that we run.
We can't run forever.
He'll just keep finding us.
TULIP: Unless you stop using
the power.
That's how he keeps tracking us, right?
No, I need that to help me find God.
Well, I don't know what then.
Why doesn't the Word work on him?
It works on everyone else. It works on angels, people.
It works on Cassidy.
It does, that.
The Saint made a deal with the angel.
Something he could get, something he wanted
in exchange for destroying Genesis.
That's his weakness.
Yeah, right. Like Superman has kryptonite,
Spider-Man has his Mary Jane,
we've just gotta find out what the Saint's weakness is.
Great. Let's do that then.
How exactly do we do that, though?
We read.
CASSIDY: Check it out.
I used to drop acid and flick through these for hours, man.
(CHUCKLES)
Uh-huh...
Really?
A book on tape?
Still a book.
KEIRA: (OVER SPEAKERS) Hello.
You're listening to another edition of American Psychopaths.
Chapter 57, "The Saint of Killers."
Our story begins in 1861.
Our backdrop?
The American Civil War.
Before he was a myth,
our subject was a man fighting for the Confederate Army.
Some called him heartless. Others, insane.
His compatriots dubbed him "the Butcher of Gettysburg",
but all wars come to an end.
Until one day, as fate would have it, he fell in love.
She hailed from Laredo, a Christian girl of German descent.
It wasn't long till they were wed,
and sooner still, she gave him a daughter.
And for a time, the cowboy was at peace.
But fortune favors the wind.
The cowboy lost his wife and daughter to disease.
Legend says that in that moment,
his soul shattered into a million pieces,
scattering to the four corners of the Earth.
Hate became the blood coursing through his veins.
The only living man without a soul.
On that fateful day,
the cowboy became the grim, taciturn, implacable killing machine
known commonly as the Saint of Killers.
But our story doesn't end here.
The Saint sought bloody revenge on the town of Ratwater,
dying there in the famous tornado of 1881.
But soulless men have no place in Paradise,
and God banished him to the netherworld,
imprisoned and forced to relive his most injurious memory
over, and over, and over again.
It's there he rots, the most hated man in Heaven,
the most dreaded in Hell,
rumored to be feared by Satan himself.
We hope you enjoyed this edition of American Psychopaths.
Join us next time for Chapter 58, "Dick Cheney."
All right, weaknesses.
I'm gonna start.
He's not very well-liked, which is a weakness of a sort.
He is also a vicious, child-murdering maniac with no soul.
Although in this case,
you know, that might be a strength. I don't know.
He lost his family.
Now, I don't know if that's a weakness so much as a...
A thing that happened.
- You know what? - Holy mother of bleeding shite!
I forgot about Denis.
(COUGHING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
CASSIDY: Denis! Denis, don't go back to the apartment!
Cassidy?
- (CONTINUES IN FRENCH) - Denis, listen to me...
There's an intruder! Do you hear me?
Intruder!
Bloody hell!
Don't open that door!
Shut your French mouth! Listen to me!
Don't open the door.
Intruder, Denis! Death!
- (INHALES) - Christ!
Intruder, Denis!
(CRACKS)
(DENNIS EXCLAIMING OVER PHONE)
It's too late.
Give me the phone.
(DENIS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE)
(IN ALTERED VOICE) I'm here.
I'm here.
Don't hurt him.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) I'm coming.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Say your prayers, Preacher.
Kill me and the deal's off.
That's right.
The angel told me about it.
Fiore.
You don't know shit.
Kill me then.
See what happens.
Uh-huh.
(GUN COCKS)
That's the idea.
Or see what doesn't happen.
(COUGHING)
The old man doesn't matter now.
Let him go.
Talk quick before I lose this bullet in your skull.
You think you're working for God, don't you?
Kill the Preacher,
and God will give you what you want.
'Cause I got some bad news for you.
God ain't giving you shit.
He's gone.
(HAMMER CLICKS)
Prove it.
(OVER SPEAKERS)...rest well, my child,
your suffering
is my suffering,
I shall soothe your pain
and dry your tears.
What is this thing?
Your suffering is my suffering. That just kills me.
That's a television.
That's an actor.
This whole thing's a cover-up.
The real God left us down on Earth to fend for ourselves.
Where is He?
I don't know.
But I know what you want.
You wanna go to Heaven.
God won't get you there.
...and know the signs of the world to come!
Not anymore.
You leave us alone, I can.
(HARELIK SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Can you now?
Why did the angels send for you to kill me?
Genesis.
I got a power inside me.
A power that rivals God's.
I can command anyone in the universe to do my bidding.
I can call upon the angels.
I can send a man to Hell if I want.
I've done it before.
I can send you to Heaven.
Do you know what it takes to get me to Heaven?
What I need?
And you can get that?
Where?
Nice try.
You're going to have to trust me.
I know it's not a great deal, but...
It's the only deal you got.
Yes!
(EXCLAIMS)
(CRASHING)
You got one hour.
One hour.
One more thing...
TULIP: What happened?
He took the deal.
But you have to stay.
All three of you.
What about you?
I have to go get him something.
What?
A soul.
THE SAINT OF KILLERS: Upstairs.
- How the heck are you gonna... - It's all right.
I can do it.
THE SAINT OF KILLERS: Now.
CASSIDY: Come on, Denis.
THE SAINT OF KILLERS: One hour, Preacher.
PAPA: Afternoon, Father.
Pick up for the Monsignor?
Rub in twice a day on the infected area. He'll be fine.
I don't know the Monsignor.
I need a soul. To buy.
From you. Right now.
No idea what you're talking about.
No?
You have a set of pull needles right there.
Somewhere else in here you got
an uprooter, a pump, a scale and a spinner.
Papa Bebe's been selling souls for over 150 years.
So you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Jesse L'Angelle.
JESSE: I'm gonna need a match for this.
Something exotic probably.
I'll say.
I don't have much time, so I need to see the inventory.
Brother, I don't have any inventory.
- What you talking about? - I was pushed out.
Haven't sold a soul in almost 10 years.
Pushed out by who?
- The mother-loving Japanese. - The...
These Land of the Rising sons of bitches
went high-tech, high-volume, fractional.
Fractions? Of souls?
Making a killing, too.
Brainy little bastards came up with all sorts of applications for it.
Pretty much cornered the market.
- What about Normeana's? - Pushed 'em out, too.
Scratchy's?
Miss Julie's, Black Lake Emporio, Little John's Voodoo,
Mother Kuberday's.
They buried us all.
Angelville?
Hanging on by a thread.
There has to be some other way.
There has to be.
Well, speak of the devils and they appear.
Time for their boudin sausages.
5:15, like clockwork.
Freakin' robots.
TAMASHII URESHII IKU IKU SOUL HAPPY GO GO
That's the Japanese?
Small world, ain't it?
Too small if you ask me.
There are souls on that truck?
Yep.
Yours for the taking, if you got, like, a bajillion dollars.
WOMAN: (OVER SPEAKERS) Could the avocado toast be the brunch...
Hey.
MAN: (OVER SPEAKERS)...further explore this topic, I'm joined by Professor...
(IN ALTERED VOICE) Open the door.
(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKERS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey.
TULIP: (OVER PHONE) Just wondering how it was all going.
You close?
Yep, I'd say I'm pretty close.
Okay, 'cause...
Denis is pretty sick.
He doesn't have his medicine.
Jesse?
- You still there? - Yeah, that's great.
Hey, while I have you...
Any idea how to break into an armored truck?
What? Where are you?
I'm trying to break into an armored truck.
- What? - I'll explain when I get home.
Okay, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
Do you got... Okay, you got any D batteries on you?
- No. - Phone line?
- Nope. - Burner phone?
Plastic Dixie cups? A bag of lawn fertilizer?
I'm standing on the street in the middle of the Bywater, Tulip.
I don't have lawn fertilizer.
But I can get some.
(CASH REGISTER DINGS)
Now what?
Now I'd get back.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(CAR ALARMS BLARING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILS)
I'll call you back.
(SIGHS)
He's gonna call back.
(DENIS COUGHING)
All the time in the world, and I never learned how to speak French.
He's your dad, isn't he?
Your uncle or something?
No.
He's my son.
No way.
Way.
Hard luck, uh?
(SNIFFLES)
Having me for a da.
Tulip? Tulip?
He's sick.
The old man.
Cassidy's son.
He needs medicine, so let him go.
Look...
You'll still have the two of us,
so I really don't see why not.
I read about your little girl.
What would you do if it was...
(WHIMPERING)
Preacher's not here by 6:00, medicine won't help.
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Are you all right?
He, um...
He touched me.
(IN ALTERED VOICE) Tell 'em to open up.
Hurry up!
JESSE: I need a soul that matches this bullet.
(BEEPS)
I don't have this.
No match?
In all of these souls?
This one's rare.
Try it anyway.
Do you know who you're stealing from?
Do it.
THE TECHNICIAN: None of these match.
I told you. It's rare.
A vault? A storage area?
In Osaka.
What about a soul that doesn't match?
It's like organ donation.
The body would reject, say, a kidney if it wasn't the right type.
What's your type?
(BEEPS)
Damn it.
(HORN BLARING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Hey. - You get it?
Yeah.
- Almost. - Almost?
(SIGHS)
You're not gonna make it, are you?
No, I am. I am.
I'm on my way.
Okay.
(SIGHS) See you then.
What about me?
What about my soul?
We could test it if you want to.
(BEEPS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
What is the least I can give?
1%.
You won't even miss it.
(WHIRRING)
Can't this thing go any faster?
Can't rush it.
(IN ALTERED VOICE) Get lost!
(BELL TOLLING)
Time's up.
Don't!
CASSIDY: Wait! Wait, he'll be here!
He'll be here, you moron!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Stop!
(PANTS)
I'm here.
(CASSIDY GROANS)
- This is ridiculous. Right? - Nope.
TULIP: That's a soul?
Mmm-hmm.
How do you know about all this stuff?
Family business.
I gotta get them to a hospital.
You okay?
Mmm-hmm.
You?
I'll be fine.
CASSIDY: Hey, come on, Denis.
Come on, son. Let's get you fixed up.
Give it to me.
Where did you get it?
It's yours...
Is it?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Get on your knees.
You're about to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
I don't get on my knees for no one. Not anymore.
I said, (IN ALTERED VOICE) get on your knees!
(GRUNTS)
What did you do?
(IN NORMAL VOICE) "The only living man without a soul."
That's why the Word didn't work on you.
You didn't have a soul.
But now...
Now... (IN ALTERED VOICE) Drop it!
Disarm. The gun, sabre.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) A cop-killing,
child-murdering son of a bitch
trying to make his way through the pearly gates?
You really think there's a place for you in Heaven?
Up there with your wife and child?
Living in peace for all eternity?
No.
I'll tell you where you belong.
Right back in Hell. And that's where I'm gonna send you.
I told you I did it before.
Go ahead, Preacher.
Send me to Hell.
Along with your filthy stinking soul.
Do it!
Let's go for a drive.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Jesus is there for you
(THUDDING)
Jesus is there for you
All you gotta do is call
(SCREAMING)
Preacher!
(WATER SPLASHING)
Jesus is there for you
Jesus'll fix it for you
Preacher!
All you got to do is
No, Lord
(CASSIDY GROANS)
Bollocks, this is ridiculous.
Denis...
Would you just do the... Do the remote for me?
My fingers are still growing in.
All right, so check it out.
DVD, Blu-ray, got a PlayStation, Denis, see?
PlayStation, Rock It Five.
That's for you, Tulip.
MAN: (OVER TV)...lobby.
CASSIDY: Do you like it?
Tres nice, right?
Lobby, please.
Watch those sudden stops, boy!
Somebody could get hurt.
That's a big place here.
You all right?
They've got their Christmas decorations up already.
That's smart of them.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)