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Yeah.

Please, friends, enemies, let us communicate in peace.

From where do you come?

I walk the earth, night after night, watching the human circuit.

And I spotted one man.

He's like an angel.

I want him.

There is none like him on the earth.

Blameless, upright man.

One who fears me and shuns evil.

It is always about fear with you, isn't it?

And he hasn't even felt or seen real evil.

Your velvet hand protects him. His work is life.

His own.

You let him war for war.

For war.

All that he has is in your power.

For me.

Do not lay a hand on his version.

Quit all the fasts to integrity.

Even though you have incited me against him.

Destroy him. Without us coming.

Yes, of course.

Soon, I will show him me.

Make him cry for me.

One more time.

If you are wrong on me, on me, he will curse you.

And turn his body back on you.

We fight for the souls of mankind.

I realize that for many, I may seem to be a man too young in age to be given

such a responsibility as preaching the word of God.

I ask all of you to remember that the great apostle Paul put his trust in

another young man named Timothy.

What I promise all of you is that I am a man of the word.

And what I promise all of you is that anything that I speak of here will be

by this.

I have no doubt that if I become diverted from this, God's word, he will

quick to challenge me.

I ask for your grace and your patience as I, God willing, find the right path

forward for this wonderful and faithful parish.

Now, may we all be standing as Mr. Jenkins plays from the hymn book,

Grace.

Excellent, brothers.

Thank you.

And may I

say that your performance on that organ tonight was like poetry for the

congregation, dear?

Oh, you are a darling.

You know, I think you must just be what this small parish needs.

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

What have you forgotten, Mr. Jake? Oh.

Hello.

Can I help you?

What's the matter?

I'm freezing.

Can I get you a hot cup of tea or coffee?

Here, please. I'll catch a cold, by the way.

Please take a seat.

Anything you like in there?

I was just looking.

Do you play?

The organ?

No, well, perhaps chopsticks, but that's about it.

Do you like it here?

Actually, tonight's my first night, but yes, I do.

So, what brings a girl like you out on a night like this?

To speak to you.

I don't think so.

My burden weighs heavily on me.

What weighs heavily?

Do you like the way I look?

Why?

I can tell you do.

The way you are looking at me.

Tempted? They're all tempted. The temptation doesn't always lead to... To

To tempt.

I was hoping you'd try and take advantage of me. Why?

Because it would have made it easier.

Made what easier?

I'm just a messenger, Reverend.

You are a good man. But sometimes, even good men are tested.

Help me.

What have you done?

He'll be on the phone.

Pain shoots all over my body.

Like a hangover.

Only in every single muscle in my body.

I feel cold.

Detached.

And suddenly it hits me.

It's like a girl.

A bite.

And her bloody gruesome end.

Flames engulfed her bloody body. She caught the light like a paper doll.

There's no smell.

Nothing.

No scent of rotten, burnt flesh.

Nothing.

The stench of my own dry blood fills and pollutes my nostrils.

It's making me gay.

Was last night a dream?

Bad dream? A vision of hell?

No.

It can't be.

Blood.

That bite.

It was real.

All real and with it comes that horrible realization last night.

I killed a woman.

A woman who bit me and tried to suck blood from my pumping veins.

Why?

Why am I so calm?

The police.

I have to phone the police.

It was self -defense.

You have the wounds to prove it.

Wait.

Think about this first.

The flames.

Why did that happen?

Where did she disappear to?

It was hot enough to burn a body and bones to ash, but surely it burnt the

place down.

But no, it's got the mark.

Nothing is damaged.

All the food show.

May I go in to conclude in the hour that my request might come to pass and God

would grant my life.

Yes, it's a dream.

Is it?

Of course it is.

Dreams, I always say it's a dream.

What's going on?

Did you get my note?

What note?

In the hymn book, of course.

Yes.

And?

And what?

What did you think?

You meant the Book of Job, right?

I'm confused.

Do not be frightened, Reverend.

You are a righteous man.

Embrace it.

What's going on?

Embrace it.

I'll be right there, I overslept this morning I've been dreadfully worried

you I'm coming

What

is going on?

Awful. Funny enough, I'm not quite feeling myself.

What is it, the flu?

Something like that.

Well, my boy, you look like you could use a hot sweet cavity.

You're here.

You haven't even unpacked yet.

The coffee machine's out.

Tea is what you need.

Do you have a kettle?

One of the boxes, I think. I don't have any.

Tea bags.

Well, it's just as well I stopped at the shop on my way here then. Yes.

Now, sit yourself down, dear. You need looking after yourself.

One

need,

please, not one.

You're the last, Reverend, of the title, Reverend.

Pardon my French, Reverend.

You're pardoned.

I don't quite worry about you.

But why?

It wasn't because you said you'd be popping around for tea and cake.

Now, I do consider you a busy man, but it was just that I didn't hear from you.

I'm sorry I was going to pop around this afternoon. I didn't realise I meant to

this morning.

Oh, of course, dear. You're welcome any time. But I thought you were coming on

to your den.

But it is... You see, on Friday afternoons, I usually play dominoes down

pub.

Is the world a good?

Yeah.

What have you been reading?

Sorry?

The book of Job, actually.

Oh, strange old book, that one.

What makes you say that?

Well, a poor fellow he can't win, really, can he?

I've never really looked at it like that.

The book has always confused me, that one.

I mean, he's a bloody saint, isn't he? Excuse the French.

A good, honest fellow, and God allows him to be cursed by the devil.

A test of character, perhaps.

Oh, definitely.

Just a nice, stern test, I'd say.

And the poor fellow lost everything, his entire family.

Ah, but God's blessed with perseverance with a new family.

Well, I hardly think that makes up for the lost one.

That's a very good point.

It's always been a book which fascinates me.

It takes everything that's thrown at him.

Hi,

he does that.

Makes us wonder why we mourn about anything, really.

Just look at poor old Job.

Should I say, God moves in his ways after all.

Indeed they do.

Good God, you've been lucky already.

Another book?

Why not? I'm rather enjoying that, I suppose.

I'll pop this lemon at you in thin slices, all right?

Always worth it to eat if you were a colonel.

Oh, it's fine.

Well, you don't look fine. What's the matter?

It's the blood.

How do you tell me a little bit of blood makes you queasy?

Oh, that's right.

Well, if I just stop looking, I'm going to bleed in like a bugger.

Oh, excuse the French.

Was there supposed to be something black behind me in there? No.

Oh, I'm going to go home and get this plastered up then.

I'll wash the teeth in a while.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

Right, I'll be off then.

I'll leave the shopping for you dear.

Cheerio!

What am I doing?

What in God's name is happening to me?

Hello. Hey.

I'm talking to you.

All right, I'm miles away.

You okay?

You look like shit.

Got a blast of cold.

You must be the new reverend. That's right, and you are?

The landlord, Harold Hicks. Nice to meet you, Mr. Hicks.

Harold will do just fine, sir.

How did you know I was the reverend?

That, uh, that nosy old cow, Mrs. Jenkins, uh, she's inside playing

and, uh, she said she was feeling a little bit off color.

You know, you should, uh, you should watch that nosy old cow. She's, uh,

nose around all your business, and boy, can that old lady talk.

I'm sure I can cope.

That's me.

Can I, uh, offer you a small tip on the house, of course?

Maybe another time. I, uh...

Let's get some fresh air. Yeah.

And, uh, if you're traveling north, then you'll end up in the country.

South, you'll end up on your stay. And, uh, a word of advice.

If you want some peace and quiet, then I suggest you just travel.

Okay? Thanks.

Nice to meet you. And you.

Maybe, uh, we can have that tipple one day.

Reverend.

My faith is not wavering, Lord.

But you're going to have to help me.

Is this a test?

If so, then God, please, grant me the wisdom and strength to come through.

It's the only way.

You have to do it.

Bye.

Which one, son?

I know quite a few.

A new one.

From the village.

Ah, the new guy.

You do realize what time it is? Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Alex.

That's right.

I can understand if the animal attacked you. It's not just that.

Then what is it?

I mean... There's a lot of dark stuff happening here.

I'm very sick.

Where are you heading?

Just, uh, into the state.

Come on, jump in. I'll give you a lift.

I don't know. I'm waiting for a bus.

It's fine. Come on. I'm heading that way anyway.

Anyway, you'll be standing there all day for a bus.

They're never on time. Come on.

I must

say, you're, uh, you'll be quiet forever.

He used to hear me on a Sunday.

Where's my smoke?

Your car.

And, uh... You're really quite young to be a wrestler, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, I guess I don't exactly fit the usual cliche.

Look, I'm gonna cut the bullshit here.

Can I be frank?

What do you mean?

I mean, can I speak to you man -to -man?

Of course.

This village...

I've lived in this village longer than you've been alive, laddie.

And I like to know things about people that come to my village.

I'd say I'm empathizing on the word my.

I, uh, notice.

Notice.

In this state, we have drug addicts, degenerates, or scumbags.

Wannabe fucking gangsters, you name it, they're here.

We're on the same page.

So far.

This little village.

It's a lovely little village.

A wonderful place to live.

Respectful.

Do you know why that is?

Why what is?

Why this tiny little village is just a few miles away from all that

And yet it still remains so peaceful.

I have no idea.

Because nobody fucks with the village.

And why's that?

Why's what?

Why does nobody fuck with the village? this village? Because I own this fucking

village and nobody fucks with me. Do I make myself clear?

I'm not playing my trumpet here, but what goes on in the estate, the

it is what it is, but this village, this lovely little village, it belongs to

me.

And I want people to know that.

I want that status quo.

Status quo?

Gotcha.

Good. How do we understand each other, Mr. Reverend?

Perfectly. Now, where do you want me to drop you off?

I'm looking for an internet cafe.

A what?

An internet cafe. An internet fucking cafe.

What the fuck is the matter with you people, eh?

Whatever happened to the handshake?

My word is my bond.

Here's my hand, here's my heart. What are you guys doing now? What is it?

Emails?

Facebook? Social media? We don't know where one is, sir.

where one is.

My name is Harold Higgs.

Fucking home one.

What can I do for you?

Cappuccino and a computer would be good.

Oh, man, you're a ref.

That's right.

Such a shame.

Is there any computer and I'll bring you coffee over?

Thanks.

Thank you.

All done.

Yeah, all better, thanks.

What time are you?

That'll be 8 .40, please.

Right, I've got to leave in ten o 'clock. Thanks.

My pleasure.

Take care now.

Please, you don't happen to know where Murphy's Bar is, do you? Yeah, sure,

street down.

Right, thanks.

Such a shame.

I'm not a priest, I'm a reverend.

Well, there's hope, yes.

There's always hope. See you in church.

Cold outside today, isn't it?

Been busy today?

No.

It's the... film club here.

That's right.

All the fucking nutjobs are in that room.

We were there.

Unbelievable.

Hello? Well, well.

Looks like we've got a man with a cloth in tonight, guys.

You here to try and shut us down, Revan?

Not at all.

I'm just a fan of the film.

Okay.

Well, thanks for coming, guys. Next week I'll have another stupidly nasty film

or not. I'm not sure what yet, but just leave it with me.

See you next time.

Bye. Take care.

Oh, and remember to invite some friends for the next one, yeah?

Yeah. Bye.

Good film.

Oh, you liked it, did you?

I'm a big fan of the classics.

What?

Well, it's not very often you see a reverend in the estate at this time.

Especially at a goth film club.

Isn't that what you mean?

I know what you mean, but I'm no ordinary reverend.

So it seems.

Do you fancy grabbing a drink and doing a post -mortem?

Oh, you know what? I've got to work.

Why do you want to buy me a drink?

Who said anything about me buying you a drink?

I'm kidding.

Come on, I'm your aunt here. I don't know anyone.

Or even a reverend gets lonely.

Are you okay? I've got time for one drink.

One is this.

The look we're getting.

The attraction.

Well, you know, a reverend sitting down having a drink with a... You do

know what I do for a living, right?

I could guess.

Well, if your guess is that I'm on the game, you'd be right.

So, again, I'm wondering why someone like you would want to have a drink with

someone like me.

Someone like you?

What do you mean?

I mean, a rover and sitting down with a whore.

You're looking for some relief as well, is that it? Look, the only kind of

relief I'm after is the conversational kind.

Secondly, you don't need to justify what you do.

I do what I do and you do what you do.

Really? Really.

What I will say is that if you're after help, there are people out there that

can help you.

But that's your business and your place to ask.

Yeah.

Because it's that easy?

No, not at all.

But there's always an out.

Maybe.

Anyway, let's not talk about me and my life. It's actually pretty boring.

But you, you're a bit of an enigma, aren't you?

You're so overestimating me.

No, really?

Yeah, really.

Well, I'm not so sure.

I mean, you're the first Reverend I've ever met who isn't at least 100 years

old.

A hundred years old. I'm not quite there yet.

Well, there you go.

An enigma.

Being under a hundred makes me an enigma.

Well, that, and the fact that, you know, you're sitting in a dive of a pub where

even the toughest of thugs think twice about entering.

Ah, but I didn't realise that.

I am new here, remember?

Yeah, right, I'll give you that one.

What are you doing, Tracy?

Just having a quick drink, baby. That's all.

Really? I was a rebel. What, was he a puppet?

No, just having a chat.

Oh, just having a chat. Yeah.

I'd fucking pay you to have a chat. What do you want?

You just need to calm down. Look, we were just having a drink. That's all. No

harm done. No harm done. Is that right?

No harm done. Well, that's what you're fucking wrong.

It's why she's standing out in the chats with you, Reverend, when she's not

outside sucking cock and making money for me. Now, listen, listen.

You're a conker sucker, you know.

Come on, Prince, it's all right. It's all right. No, hold on. Just don't hurt

him.

There's no need for that. Back off!

Quiet! Come on, Prince. Calm down. Don't break the fucking place. Shut the fuck

up, Elvis, before I wreck you.

Bitch.

Bitch! Come on, let's go.

Don't go, come on.

ten seconds to get the fuck out of my pub.

What are you doing, huh?

Prince, just... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you fucking trying to embarrass me in there? That's what you're doing.

No, don't. Fucking embarrass me. Don't you find it embarrassing?

If you do, I will rip your fucking face off.

I'll forgive you, Tracy.

You know why I shout at you? You know why I shout at you? Why? Because I'm

looking out for you.

Miguel.

Miguel.

Miguel.

Miguel.

Close your eyes.

Shut the fuck up. Close your eyes.

Present.

Present. Put it away. What are you doing? A present for Tracy.

Stop it.

Seriously.

See it, right?

Are you all right?

It's hot.

Have you been on that all night?

Come

here.

Come here. Come here. There you go.

Come on. Come on.

Do this.

Fucking do this. Do this. Do this for me. Do this for me. Oh, come on, Prince.

I'm trying to get off that shit.

Fucking do this for me. I don't want to have it anymore. Fucking do this for me.

Come on.

Come on. Right.

Good. See?

See?

See how I look after you? Come on, Prince.

Look after you, don't I, baby? Yes, baby.

Look after me. Look after me.

Okay.

No fucking way, please. No, I'm not doing it with him again. You said, even

said I wouldn't have to do it with that sicko again. I don't want to do it.

My business is slow, yeah?

It's too rough.

It's too rough.

You know what happened last time? Okay. And it really, it really hurt.

I don't know.

You all right? You all right?

Come on.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I'll ask him to tone it

Tone it down?

I'm going to do some special things for you.

And then, next time we'll charge you in a bit more, okay?

Get in the car.

Get in the car.

Get in the fucking car.

Please don't. You're trying to embarrass me, aren't you? No, Prince, that's not

it. There's nothing to do but you know that I'd never embarrass you, but I hate

you. Fucking great fucking bitch.

Do you want to put a rope over your head? I do not. Do you want to make sure

anything's all right for you? Do you know how many slaves out there would be

quite happy for me to look after them? You fucking know that. I know, baby, I

know. You're going to get a fucking car.

If you want to fuck, you don't know which way, but Sunday, you live in my

I want to fuck you in the nuts from the outside.

Fuck, just be thankful. You understand me?

You understand me?

You understand me? Okay, okay, okay. Come on.

Get in the car. Get in the car, baby. Get in the fucking car.

My babe.

Beautiful.

In the car, baby. In the car.

With fingers. With fingers.

Take the lesson.

Don't touch the boat right.

Have fun.

You should have stayed in the bath.

Now, I've got to cut you.

I fucking want some.

The killer's bumping through my face.

For the first time in my life, I feel true to the lie. To the blow, I feel a

fresh bone in his face crack. Surely, this is God's work.

Don't hide.

I feel my thirst grow.

Ready to indulge in the fruit.

First taste is surely what paradise is all about.

I savour that first taste whilst I commence my greedy feast.

This guy isn't coming back to haunt me.

The only place he's going to...

Nice to see a few more faces here since last Sunday. I was beginning to think

that a new reverend wasn't welcome in the village.

You know, my first week has been a bizarre one indeed.

For some reason I've found myself drawn to the afflictions poor old Job enjoyed.

Don't worry, I'm not trying to compare Job's problems with having to move to

village.

No, seriously.

Job, a righteous man.

A man who is faithful to what he believes, and whose actions carry out

convictions of that faith.

All in all, a pretty decent chap, I'd say.

So what happened?

Why did God allow the arch enemy to give him such a hard time?

Was it a test?

You know, for me it's a bizarre old book, because this poor man endured so

and yet not once did he question if God is faithful towards him.

It's got me thinking.

Dangerous, I know.

It's got me thinking about the road that we take in life.

In each of our lives, there's something that comes along that shakes our faith.

I mean, really rocks us. It makes us question, where is God?

You know what? Sometimes I don't have the answers.

There are times when what I see happening doesn't make sense to me or my

And then I read the book of Joseph, and it gives me courage.

It gives me strength.

There are things that we do not understand, afflictions which on the

would appear to afflict our faith. Yet I know through my faith that things are

put upon us.

They may not make sense. They may even hurt.

But I believe they are put there to glorify the name of God.

And although we may not like the situations we are in, we have to roll

is dealt us.

To glorify God.

Thank you.

Nice to see you again.

Thank you.

Thank you.

During sermon reverence. Thank you Mr Jenkins.

Job.

Fabulous.

This is my nephew, Ryan.

Nice to meet you, Ryan. He's come to stay with me. My sister's not too well,

know. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Right, well, I'd better go and get the luncheon.

Will Slam care to join us?

I'd love to, but maybe next week. Oh, yes, next week.

All right, then.

Take care.

Come on, Ryan.

Chief Inspector Rhodes.

I'm the... I guess you're the Reverend.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Oh, not for me, thanks. I'm just passing through.

What can I do for you, then? Well, nothing, unless you can tell me the

whereabouts of a bloody big dog.

Sorry? Oh, a dog up at the farm's gone missing.

Bloody nasty thing.

That's all I need, an animal on the rampage. Well, anyway, I just wanted to

in and introduce myself.

Any problems on the mountain sea?

This is my village.

What's the funny?

Nothing. Then why this murder?

Well, somebody else mentioned that to me the other day.

What?

Well, Mr Hicks, he said that, well, he said that this was his village.

Did he?

Well, word of advice, sir.

If you've got a problem, then come to me.

Me and Hicks do things a little different.

Hey. You okay?

No, I'm not.

Can I come in?

Of course.

You did say no sugar, right?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm weak enough after all.

Still haven't unpacked, then?

No, I've been so busy since I arrived.

We'll have to get around to it soon, though.

You can't help me.

Maybe I can, but surely it's worth finding out.

It prints.

They've gone missing.

Missing?

You were with him last night?

Yeah, after that.

How can you be so sure he's missing? It's only been a few hours.

Trust me, he's missing.

He had work lined up.

Whenever it comes to making money, he's not far.

Can I ask you a question?

Okay. Why do you care?

He looks after me. No, he doesn't.

What do you know?

You're just a fucking reverend. You don't have to live this life.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Same as all of them.

Fucked me.

Only this one, he likes a little bit more than that.

This guy, though.

His sadistic side runs after me.

what does it matter why don't you go and take her

Who did the defect?

His name is Bagger.

He runs the scrap yard down the estate.

He lives in a caravan on the yard.

Please don't call the police.

I'm not going to call the police.

Where are we?

In the beginning?

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

This apple.

What apple?

It's only dangerous if you allow it to be.

But the apple?

Not everything is as it seems, Reverend.

You're naked.

I didn't know it was.

What does all this mean?

What you have. Maybe it's a blessing or maybe a curse.

However, whatever it is, it's a mandate you are carrying out.

Don't allow the responsibility to cloud your judgment.

Cloud my judgment?

Yes.

You enjoy tonight more than you should possibly have.

Judgment. It's not better than that.

Morning.

Sleepyhead.

Morning.

I had a shower. Is that okay?

Of course.

Makes up for that.

What time is it?

Almost eight.

You want toast?

Sure.

Thanks. I'm so tired.

Well, didn't you sleep?

I did.

Is that some funny truth or something?

What about you?

I slept well for the first time in months.

What's your toast?

Forget the bloody toast. What do you mean? He's gone.

Sorry.

While you were asleep, I went out.

Where?

Death Bay.

Oh, God, why?

To ask some questions.

What do you mean?

Well, I found out what happened to Prince.

Look, I don't know why or how, but you know a guy like Prince, he's obviously

made some enemies.

Who told you this?

Numerous people.

But look, what matters is that he's gone and he is not coming back.

Are you sure?

I just asked some questions.

No.

Whatever you did, my life is so much better after I met you.

But I don't know how to... I don't even know what to say.

Just eat your toast.

Gentlemen.

Been having a fire, have we?

No.

So what?

No, what the fuck happened? Where's Big Bazaar?

How the hell did I know?

Help me out here, Inspector. You and your guys are supposed to police this

estate, yes?

And you work in the sea, Detective, so why are you here?

I am here because Big Bazaar is an informant of mine, okay?

And I need to speak to him.

But I show up here, this place is trash, Big Baz has gone, and you and your guys

have got their thumb up their ass with no clue what's happening. Well, you'll

have to forgive me. But whatever Baz was doing for the city doesn't concern me.

And as for this mess, I've only just seen it.

So, if that'll be all, gentlemen, I'll be going. I'll send a constable down to

investigate. You know what?

You and your men are a joke.

You have no control of anything.

You're standing there in uniform. You might as well be a fucking postman.

I don't need to tell them about our problem.

Especially from a greasy city slicker who's as bent as the crook.

I'll be leaving now.

Ta -ta.

Are you sure you don't mind me staying?

Not at all.

It's just for a little bit, you know.

I'll have to figure out what I'm going to do.

No worries.

Going somewhere, Tracy?

Yeah, out of this dump.

Back to work.

Someone very evil.

Hi, Reverend.

All right? All right.

And thanks. Yeah, not too bad, thanks.

I thought you were staying in the village now.

Yeah, I've just been seeing my mum in hospital.

Oh, I see.

Where have you been, Ryan?

You're too good for us now, are you?

No, it's just my mum. She's ill.

Yeah, well, come on. Get in the car.

We're off to find someone to wind up.

Don't need to go, Ryan.

Why don't you come back to the village without from the bus?

I'm waiting.

Ryan, come on.

Unless you're not one of the boys.

All right, let's go.

Mr. Hicks.

Then I tell you to call me Harold.

Okay. Harold, what can I do for you?

Well, I've, uh, heard a little rumor.

Right, and what's that?

That, uh, you, uh, you have a little house guest.

That's right.

Tracy the Tramp.

Don't call her that.

to get involved in people's businesses, but... That little tramp friend of

yours, Tracy, she's an employee of somebody who works for me.

All right?

And who would that be?

Come on.

Don't play dumb. Don't act like you don't know.

You gave him a little bit of bother in one of my bars.

It's not exactly what happened.

Whatever, that's not important. What is important is that when you gave him that

little bit of bother the next day he disappeared and a little tramp

who's his employee. No, no, no.

My employee now.

Turns up at your house.

Don't you find that a little bit odd?

Listen, Mr.

Hicks.

I don't know what happened to Mr. Prince.

As for Tracy, she's free to come and go as she pleases. She's answerable to no

one. Not myself.

Not Prince.

Not even you.

Are you fucking listening to me, boy?

You're skating on the thin ice here, aren't you?

What goes on in that estate is my fucking business.

Okay?

Now you be a good little reverend and just concentrate on your chapel, okay?

That is a good boy.

Bye -bye.

The business of the estate is rotten.

The stench of it pollutes the air of all that surrounds it.

My business is the work of God.

By preaching,

Where's Big Bazaar? I don't know.

Where's Prince? Where the fuck is everybody? Leave me the fuck alone!

Fuck you, fucking fuck! Give me the fucking thing! Come on, give me the

thing! Give me the fucking thing!

Yeah, fucking run!

Go on!

What do you want?

Wait, wait, leave me alone. Please, please, stop.

Stop.

Please, God, help me.

Do you repent of your sins?

Yes, yes, I repent. Of course I repent. Yes, I fucking repent.

I hope you think you do.

Okay.

I forgive you. You do? Thank God.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God night.

Preach by day.

But the preaching doesn't always make the message clear.

You haven't seen Ryan, have you?

I was meant to meet him here earlier and he just hasn't showed up.

Right, well, look, it hasn't come from me, right?

He's doing some work with X tonight on that boxing show.

Boxing?

The unlicensed thing he's doing in the barn, those bare -knuckle things, it's

not good, mate.

Not good at all.

This is Jenkins Ryan.

That's the boy.

That's the lad.

Inspector!

Oh, what can I do for you, Reverend?

Well, I was wondering if you could help me with a little query.

Go on.

Well, I was wondering why you, the local police chief, is turning a blind eye to

the biggest crook in miles.

What are you talking about? Come on.

Everyone knows Hicks is dodging you. You do nothing.

Nothing at all. You have no idea what you're talking about, Reverend.

No idea whatsoever.

I suggest you keep your nose out of Hicks' business.

He's the someone you want to mess with.

What's the matter, Inspector?

Are you on his payroll?

I'd never take anything off that man.

But everyone else does.

I'm not a fool, you know. I know Hickson's an evil bastard.

But unless there is evidence, what can I do?

Evidence?

Illegal boxing tonight.

Did you know about that?

Hickson's behind it.

How do you know about that?

I'll hear things.

You know, don't you?

You know, and you're going to do nothing about it.

Nothing at all. It's not that simple, isn't it?

He's got some pretty powerful people on his side. I know tonight isn't just

about boxing. There's some people coming over for business, but there's nothing

I can do.

Unless I actually catch him in the act. There is nothing I can do.

I suggest you stay out of it, and believe you me, trust me on that.

I assume.

Yes, that would be I.

The legendary Viking has arrived.

Yes. You got the money, yes?

Yes, I have the money, but do you have the merchandise?

Yes, but before we do that, let's get it on.

Get it on. Get it on. Get it on, okay.

Tell me, my friend, tell me, my friend, why after all the money we've made

together that you're still doing these silly fights?

It's all about the thrill of the battle.

So, Harry, who have you found me?

It's Harold, Harold Hicks, not Harry.

And I handpicked someone myself.

He's known as the Brute.

But I do hope we can... I hope we can still conclude our bit of business once

he's dealt with you.

Great. And I must say, Mr.

Viking...

I do find your boots highly amusing.

Yes,

exactly.

Bloody foreigners.

Come on, chaps.

Good luck.

Everybody, clear! Out! Now!

Get out! Now! Come on! Get out! Out!

Move it!

More jacket!

Supposed to be quiet.

See you in the pub.

Because of one man.

He won't die that young.

Reverend, Reverend.

I told you not to interfere, didn't I?

Or you wouldn't listen.

And I didn't even get to know your name.

I repent!

And the other cheek reference.

Good night's work.

When did you get here?

About 30 seconds ago. You left the door unlocked.

You've been busy, then?

Sorry?

You've been busy.

With what?

With the work of God, of course.

Don't look so worried.

You've done a hell of a job.

I have?

Of course you have.

The church has been full, so I've been told.

By who?

Inspector Rodin.

Good friend of mine, the inspector.

He also tells me that you've been getting a little passionate about the

villains.

Yes, well... I picked you for this place.

Personally. I just, um, had a feeling about you.

And now the chapel is full after only a few months.

I knew you were the man for the job.

Thank you.

And now, time to move on.

What do you mean?

Your work here is done.

I want you in the city from now on.

But I... It's over.

I'll see you in the city.

There are police everywhere tonight.

Apparently the local barman was murdered.

I had a quick chat with Inspector Rodin. He tells me that without a murder

weapon, they will be none the wiser as to who did it.

Leave everything neat and tidy, Reverend.

You've done a smashing job so far.

Don't leave anything unattended for long.

Tracy is going to stay with Mrs. Jenkins for a while.

They'll help each other.

I explained to them that Ryan had come to me and told me to tell them that he

was going off traveling to see the world.

Not to worry, he said.

God bless his son.

Let's go to paradise.

The thirst was gone.

Just like Joe, I remained faithful.

My mandate complete.

I can't take my eyes off her. I don't want to feel like her. Nobody can have

her. I can't take my eyes off her.

Miss York's so fine that she is on fire. In her eyes must be her desire.

It's a trick because I ain't no liar.

When I touch her, it makes her feel higher. So hot, she's like a flame. I'm

hoping she might even want to veil her name. Good morning, what's the last

Yeah, she's the future. I'll try to see just what you're saying.

Thank you.

God, I'm just a soldier for your words.

Everything you gave, I will return.

In the setting of the evening sun, I'll make sure all your hurt is

gone.

I remember you, but you didn't care.

I remember you in the garden, just standing there.

God, I'm just a killer for my faith.

Everything I doubt I laid away.

And everything you want of me and more.

Have you seen my faith before?

And I remember you.

When you didn't care.

I remember you in the garden.

Just standing there.

I remember you when you didn't care.

I remember you in the garden, just standing there.

God, are you the savior of my sins?

When did it start and when did it end?

In the setting of the evening sun I'll make sure all your hurt is

done Cause I remember you When

you didn't care I remember you in the garden

Just standing there