Jesse, much bigger things are coming for you.
Much bigger things than this here.
So, you gotta be one of the good guys. 'Cause why?
'Cause there's way too many of the bad.
You promise me?
I promise, Daddy.
You stop that. We Custers don't cry.
We fight.
I did this, Daddy, I prayed for this! It's all my fault!
Let me out! Please!
Let me out!
Let me out! Let me out!
It wasn't like I was out there looking for God.
I mean, I'm not a nutjob.
Right? It was a normal Sunday, and I always eat toast on Sunday.
I mean, sometimes bagels but usually toast.
So, anyway, this Sunday,
I was just about to put strawberry jam on my toast when I...
- Hi. - Hey.
...see this face right here in the toast and it hits me.
I mean, God's freaking face.
The Dork Docs not pan out?
No.
Some good stuff here.
Maybe.
You know, Denis is feeling better.
- Denis? - Yeah, Denis.
He's gettin' a nice little glow back in his cheeks.
I think he's gonna make it.
- That's great, Cass. - Yeah.
Looks like we didn't need your help after all.
What, are we looking for God on YouTube, now?
Is that what it's come to?
God is missing, Cass. It's important.
Without God, there's no structure. No order.
With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks and it's chaos.
There has to be someone in charge.
Now, without God we have...
Without God...
It's getting there.
- Hey. - Hey.
- What... - Don't say it, Jesse.
Don't say it.
Hey, can I get one of those?
Yeah. Sure.
Yes, so, I took three from a.44.
But you know what?
I think I'm getting the hang of it.
Tulip, love, maybe you should give that place a rest.
I got it. We're good.
You hear that, Cass. He's got it. We're good.
So, what are you boys doing, huh?
- Babe, I know you don't wanna hear this... - Jesse.
- We've been over this. - You really, really need to get to...
I'm not going to sleep, okay?
Hey.
Sleep.
- She was tired. - Yeah.
Sleep.
There, sir, you see? That's the power I've been talking about.
He just said "Go to sleep," and she went to sleep, just like that.
People do whatever he says. What do you think?
I think I'm bored.
What kind of a world is it when a woman obeying a man
is seen as a superpower?
I have a date. Kill them all.
Lord, I call upon You to strengthen us,
light our way through the darkness,
and protect us in this holy mission.
- Amen. - Amen.
Amen.
Love you, man.
Right, approaching target. Make your weapons hot.
Helmets on.
Go on silent.
All right, we're here.
Night vision.
Go, go, go. Move, move.
Gate's locked. I'm gonna blow it.
Quad, clear.
Walkways, clear.
Approaching entry way.
Proceed to second level.
Damn it.
Hold.
Are we good?
Yeah, we're good.
It's Custer. Go, go, go!
Get him off me!
- Stay down. - Oh, God! Get him off me!
Get him off me!
He bit me! He bit me!
- Disarm! Disarm him! Come on, hold. - Don't do that!
The old man's been eliminated.
Eyes on the woman.
Kill your...
Kill your friends.
Hey.
Hey, hey, wait. Don't.
What're you doing? Please, don't.
I'm sorry.
Men in white.
Drop it. Come here.
First, you gotta answer some questions.
Wait!
This is nice.
And they opened it just for you.
My father told me you were very important.
- Right? - Is what right?
That you're important. Your job.
Yes. I suppose that's true.
You're not satisfied with it?
I work for the most powerful organization in the world.
Agents in 113 countries ready to do my bidding
at a moment's notice.
Impressive.
And yet?
And yet...
And yet, I have been feeling a little
disenchanted lately.
Hmm.
I was like you once.
Looking for a sense of purpose and meaning.
On the surface, I had it all,
but my life was like a jigsaw puzzle with one missing piece.
One vital piece.
I traveled. Volunteered.
And then one night, in a hospital in the inner city,
Stephen walked into my life.
He's eight years old, tears in his eyes.
His mama was a crack addict, his daddy was a deadbeat.
And he was developmentally challenged.
For months, all I saw was his tears.
But then one day, I reached into my bag, and I gave him a chocolate,
just one chocolate,
and that's when it happened.
He smiled.
For the first time.
A simple act of kindness had changed his life,
and that beautiful smile was my missing puzzle piece.
The smile of an indigent half-wit?
That was your puzzle piece?
You understand they smile all the time, right?
Your father is the Governor of Louisiana, yes?
Hmm.
Has he ever been to Angola?
The country, or the prison?
Either.
Stand up.
Remove your shirt.
Hold the butter in your hand.
Not the tray. The butter.
Take it in your hand.
Tuck it under your chin.
- Tuck... - It under your chin.
Now, listen carefully.
In the general ballpark, how long can you hold your breath?
Never mind.
- I love you. - Shut up, Hoover.
I was supposed to be in Ulan Bator tomorrow.
Now, because of your incompetence...
Who's first?
- He is. - I am.
On the tarp.
You're absolutely right to be disappointed, sir.
We deserve to be put down.
Let me say, what an honor it's been to serve the organization.
- Our sacred mission is... - Damn it.
Sir, may I? The GLOCK has a tendency to jam.
Let me just... I assume you'll try to kill Custer again.
Immediately.
May I ask which method?
Gas leak. Oven fire. Junkie break in.
If I may be so bold...
Custer just took out six Samson operatives. Easily.
Have you had a chance to look at his file?
He poses a direct threat to the Holy Child.
We cannot underestimate him.
What would you suggest?
A target like this? We should activate B.R.A.D.
You don't think that's overkill?
I think it's just the right amount of kill.
- What is your name again? - Featherstone, sir.
We met at the conference in Paris last year.
And the weapons lecture in Budapest, and this morning.
It will take time to activate B.R.A.D.
Meanwhile, I have a rape fantasy.
Oh. Absolutely, sir.
- I'll put on a miniskirt and some lipstick... - Not you.
I want a professional.
Oh.
Something rough. Ready. Cruel.
- One of those no-means-yes things, sir? - Exactly.
We're on it.
I'll contact B.R.A.D.,
Hoover here will take care of the professional.
Thank you, sir.
I'm going to leave the tarp out.
If you fail again, it'll be waiting.
It doesn't make sense. How can that be?
Their fingerprints are not in the system. You sure?
No prints, no IDs, nothing.
- These guys are ghosts. - All right.
Well, keep me posted if you find anything.
For now, take out the bodies. You guys set up a perimeter.
Sarge, what the hell's going on?
We work for him now.
You work for me now.
Yes, sir. I work for you now.
All right, give me that. Let's go. One sec.
Sarge, get a cleaner for this.
Yes, sir. I'll call the cleaner now.
What the hell happened?
Middle of the night, these men came here to kill us.
- What? - They're not going to stop.
Next time, there'll be more, coming soon.
But this time, we'll be ready for them. Good morning.
'Morning.
Station one, clear.
Station two, clear.
Station three, clear.
Station four, clear.
Five, clear.
No sign of anyone, yet.
Keep your eyes open.
B.R.A.D.'s in transit, sir.
And the other thing?
Hoover is researching professionals as we speak.
Good.
I was thinking you might prefer multiple prostitutes?
- Yes, that's fine. - Good.
No-means-yes in multiples. Thank you, sir.
Cats.
No. No.
Hmm.
So, it looks like we didn't need your help after all.
What, are we looking for God on YouTube, now?
Is that what it's come to?
God is missing, Cass. It's important.
Without God, there's no structure.
No order.
Without someone at the wheel,
we hit the rocks, it's just chaos.
There has to be someone in charge. You see, without God we...
Hmm...
Thank you.
No. "Thank you, Papa."
Thank you.
All right. Hang on.
Over here. Let me see it. Okay.
Now, see, you've gotta be careful, now, all right?
The sun's bad. Sun's very, very bad. Do you understand?
Yeah? Come here. Drink this.
It'll help you heal.
That's the only time you drink it, though. Do you understand me now?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. Wait, you lunatic.
Cheers.
No, no, no. Slow... Slow down. Don't...
- Hey... - Hmm.
Slow down, all right?
- Hey. - Hey.
- Denis.
Interrupting?
No, no. You're all right.
Denis, go on, give us a minute.
There's a good lad. Slow on that.
I'm glad he's doing better.
What you did there... Why didn't you tell me about it?
Would you have been cool about it?
Of course, I would.
Maybe next time, then, eh?
They're coming back.
The men in white. I don't know how, but they're coming back.
I've set 20 cops in a perimeter,
so no one's getting in without us knowing.
We're gonna get answers, Cass. I just need one of 'em alive.
When are they coming back, do you think?
Well, they have resources, obviously.
They want me pretty bad. I'd put money on them coming back tonight.
All right.
You gonna be ready?
I only got half an intestine,
missing me bloody liver,
but I got me meds.
So, I'll do me best, all right?
All right.
- Good man. - Padre?
I'm not the one we need to be worried about.
You remember Ixtapa?
Back when we were still on the run from the Rodriguez Brothers?
You had that bad earache.
It must've been for, what? Weeks.
Going from crappy small town doctor to doctor?
You were in agony.
That pain just wouldn't go away.
Then Teddy Rodriguez shows up with his crew. It must've been...
Fifteen to two.
But we fought them.
Teddy, Nunes,
that albino with the teeth, remember?
We ran them off, and we got the hell out of there.
Must've been about an hour later, way up the road,
you suddenly realized the earache had gone.
Couldn't feel that pain no more.
No more running out at night, Tulip.
No more bulletproof vests.
This is what you need.
A fight.
You used the Word on me.
I didn't know what else to do.
I was so worried.
You slept, though, right?
Did you dream?
Maybe you should sit this one out.
You know, check into a hotel, put your feet up,
me and Cass will deal with this.
Oh, Jesse...
I'm gonna need a gun.
Rough and ready, yes.
We need more than one. Great.
- Do you take credit card? - No means yes.
Is Corporate Card okay?
Yeah, 601...
Hey, uh,
I know we just met, but I really need to borrow your gun.
I can't tell you why, and everything's cool. I mean, I'm cool.
- I just need a gun. - Are you okay?
I mean, what's going on?
Well, I can't say.
Okay, okay. Just a sec.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Let me know if you need help.
- Why'd you give her the gun? - She asked.
Yeah, but now, she's armed.
A gun's not gonna stop B.R.A.D.
Cleaner's here.
- Send him up. - Copy that.
- Still nothing? - Nope. All clear.
Anything?
Not yet.
Who's the guy in the kitchen?
He's just a cleaner.
Oh, okay, just the cleaner.
He's the cleaning machine who's cleaning things, okay.
- You all right? - Yup.
Ready? Could be any minute.
Yeah.
I'm ready when you are, Padre.
Station one, clear.
Station two, clear.
Station three, clear.
Station four, clear.
Five, clear.
Where are they?
Hey!
Hey! Turn that down!
Does he know what's coming?
Yeah, I'm sorry, Padre.
I'll tell him to turn it down.
What is it?
Shit.
What is it?
Never mind.
Station one, clear.
Station two, clear.
Station three, clear.
Station four, clear.
Station five?
All clear.
I got someone heading west.
Anyone else see him?
See who?
Shit. I lost him.
Damn it!
Step away from the car, you...
Son of a bitch!
Hey!
10-00! Officer down! Officer down!
What is it?
What's going on?
Hey!
Turn it down!
How dare you!
Denis!
Turn that music down!
I can't hear you.
How many are there?
Huh?
Cass!
Cass, they're here! Let's go.
- Jesse, I gotta... - They're here. Let's go.
Don't shoot! I need one alive!
What did you do that for?
He's one of them, Jesse. That's what I was trying to tell you.
See? He's got a gun.
No, no, no. I swear I saw a gun.
- It was in his hand. - You could've killed me, you crazy bitch!
- I thought it was... - It's all right. It's all right.
Kind of looks like a gun, doesn't it?
It's all clear.
It's all clear. It's just some drunk.
I repeat, it's all clear.
Okay.
I'm gonna go keep a look out.
Yes, good idea. We'll, uh...
Clean up the cleaner.
We're gonna need an ambulance up here. We've had an accident.
Copy that.
What now?
Something's coming, Cass. I'm telling you.
It's not over.
Great. Tulip'll be thrilled.
And tell him to turn that music down!
Yeah, turn the music down.
That'll help.
How long until impact?
Twenty-three minutes.
Shouldn't we, um, evacuate?
B.R.A.D. is the pinnacle of Grail precise engineering.
I want to be here to see it hit.
What about the possibility of error?
Then what could be more noble
than sacrificing ourselves for the greater glory of The Cause?
Yeah.
Totally.
Can I help you?
Durando, who are these...
Shut up, asshole.
Your receptionist's gone home for the night.
Do you know who I am?
Yeah, for the next 20 minutes, you're garbage.
Who are you?
We're the professionals.
I see a mistake has been made.
I wanted women.
I will compensate you for your time,
but I must show you the door.
No, no, no. We're gonna show you the door.
Mmm. The back door.
No, that's not what I want.
You heard the signal, boys. No means yes.
- Wait. No. No. - Showtime.
Shit.
The missing puzzle piece.
Hello, sir. Happy to inform you that B.R.A.D. is...
Call it off. Immediately.
Yes, sir.
May I ask why?
No, you may not.
Consider it done, sir.
Call off the missile.
- It's already been launched. - Then redirect it.
Where... I...
What do we do?
- Where do we send it? - Move.
No. Do not like cats.
Hurry! Hurry!
What was the target?
Harry Connick Jr.'s house.
Good work.
Station one, clear.
Station two, still clear.
Station three, clear.
Station four, still clear.
You can go.
Hear that, boys? We can go.
Forget this ever happened.
The Armenians are at it again.
Local officials are blaming the terrorist group
for that shocking drone attack on Harry Connick Jr.'s house.
This one goes out to the singer, actor, and talk show host
dead at 49.
- I'll have what he's having. - Sure.
You like my suit?
It was handmade by a Hungarian humpback.
A real craftswoman. Excellent attention to detail.
A quality sorely lacking in this modern world of ours.
I came alone.
Who are you?
I'm Herr Starr.
I hear you've been looking for God, Preacher.
Perhaps, I can help?