Leap of Faith

- Hand over that gun!

- You thought you held all the cards.

You thought you'd force me

not to file for divorce.

Erica, the gun is mine. I want it.

Not until I've had a good explanation.

Sh*t! Sh*t!

- What's going on?

- Drunk-driving in Atlanta, remember?

- Did he see you?

- I don't think so.

Get up.

- Whose is this?

- Mine.

- I don't know, 80 in a 55.

- You'll never get away with it.

O ye of little faith!

- Did you fix that transmitter?

- Ready.

What's going on?

Turn me on.

- I'm just a country boy!

- I'll cover that.

Frequency 6, check your local listings.

- A cold reading, $10 ante, who's in?

- I'm with my boss.

I say he can't do it.

Where's your loyalty?

- Oh, child, he looks nasty!

- This is gonna be real good.

Sh! Listen.

Is this beautiful country or what?

How fast was I going?

- 80 in a 55.

- Whoa! Really?

Licence and registration.

Yes, sir.

Let's see what we got here, Lowell.

Let's see.

A playing card. My only royal flush,

signed by Shorty Casewell.

Let's see. We got...

Licence and registration, sir.

Relax, where's the fire?

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Do you have the documents?

Course I do. I'm a law-abiding citizen,

just like yourself.

The difference is there's more to life

than my nine to five.

If you knew that, you'd still have

a wife and daughter to go home to.

Sir, put your hands on the bus,

feet apart.

Whoa! A little cranky, aren't we?

- What's he doing?

- He's gone too far, as usual.

You could've bought me dinner first!

We're gonna take a walk

over to the car, sir. This way.

- He's going to jail.

- He's not.

He stopped writing, didn't he?

Oh, man.

Enough about me, Lowell.

It's not really me you're mad at.

You're mad at yourself, 'cause you lost

the person who loved you.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- "Frequency of names..."

- Anything you say will...

- "By decade, by religion..."

I'm not talking about your ex-wife.

You know who I'm talking about...

...Cathy.

Cathy.

Son of a b*tch.

The guy has balls

the size of cantaloupes!

You think I don't know how it is?

Risking your life for minimum wage.

Never enough for those pretty dresses,

that fancy summer camp

all her friends went to.

Then some rich a**hole

takes not only your wife,

but your own little girl.

Have you seen her?

Can't say that I have,

but I know people.

And I know she misses the way

you protected her. Like a princess.

The way you smiled at her

the night of the prom.

Good times teaching her the violin.

The what?

Violin...

Clair de lune.

We played that together.

No rich step-daddy can give her that.

She hasn't called in over a year.

You made her choose between you

and her mother. You drove her away.

Maybe I'll call her tonight.

Tonight...

When I got a phone

right there on that bus?

You wouldn't mind?

My brother Lowell,

what are friends for?

Yeah!

Yeah!

I talked to her and

I'll go see her on the weekend.

- Thank you, Brother Lowell.

- I can't thank you enough.

Praise the Lord!

- Did she win?

- And he made a donation. Unbelievable!

I got the Wellesley decal

and the wedding band, but the violin?

Red mark on the jaw from the chin rest.

You know me, I know people!

Yeah, well, I'll make it back

just when you least expect it.

I always expect it.

That's why I always win.

If it wasn't for you, I'd be playing

doctor with some car thief.

- What can I say, man?

- Just say, "Thank you, Jesus!"

- You OK back there?

- Something's blown.

Man!

What's happened?

Truck's blowing smoke, man.

- Next exit, let's get off.

- You got it.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

This is the place.

- You know where we are?

- This is nowhere.

Hey, what's up?

We don't get a replacement part

till Tuesday. Yeah, four days!

- Sh*t! We'd clean up in Topeka.

- Yeah.

I'm exhausted. We could use a break.

You're gonna get one. We got no choice.

I always have a choice.

Set up, we'll play here.

Here?

Here.

This is where the truckers come.

This looks nice.

I can smell trouble like sh*t on a griddle.

Take a look at what just walked in.

Dolores, you are such a bone-hound.

Everybody needs a hobby.

Even you.

- Sit down here, baby.

- Like I was saying, that man is nasty!

They believe, yeah!

- He ain't gonna bother you or me.

- I know.

Marva, huh? As in "Marvellous"?

- As in my grandmother.

- Not for a second.

- I'm Jonas.

- Hi.

Something got you down suddenly?

I never knew a problem

Chuck Berry couldn't solve.

It's broken.

Maybe I can fix it.

Life's too short to go without music.

Why don't you try laying on hands?

I wish I could, ma'am,

'cause I know how Jesus loves to rock.

Where's your manners?

He's a preacher. Be polite.

Hm, corn relish! I hate corn relish.

- First female serial killer?

- Aileen Wuornos.

- How many victims?

- Eight.

Special is steak.

No liver, no fish, no spinach.

- Awful lot of noes there, Marva.

- No lip.

I'll take the diet plate, please.

- She wants me.

- Yeah!

You should stick

with your bible-boinkers.

A woman is like a slingshot.

The greater the resistance,

the further you can get with her.

Besides, she's warming up.

What brought him

to the service of Our Lord?

You know, Georgette, to me

there's no greater thrill than preaching.

First moment, you wonder,

"Can I touch them?

"Will they feel what I feel?"

Sometimes they don't feel it at first,

that sense of needing the Lord.

You know how it feels to really need

something, don't you, Georgette?

- Your order?

- Two chilies. Hold the onions.

Sometimes a person doesn't

know what they need.

They wake up itchy,

hungry for whiskey or money or food.

What they really need is love.

Sweet, tender caresses of the Lord.

- Amen! All right, Reverend.

- Amen.

- May I take your order?

- Sure.

I'll have the KKK omelette.

Whites only.

Get out of here!

I'm kidding. I'll have a decaf and toast.

And I give them that love, Georgette,

That... and salvation!

Salvation is the only thing

in this world that matters.

More comforting than a lover.

More valuable than diamonds.

Come on, Preacher! Come on!

See this?

It was a gift from my sainted mother

the year I graduated seminary.

- God bless her.

- Very nice.

I'll get it.

See, Marva?

Nothing has value without salvation.

- He put it in the water!

- Just like it was baptised!

He loves the Lord!

What's the date?

Someone could notice that

in a small town.

It pisses off the law. They think

I've a year's salary on my wrist.

The sheriff is Braverman.

He's clean.

Clean? Ugh!

Mr Nightengale,

arbitrary is not an issue here.

We've got a 27% unemployment rate.

- I need 20 guys for four days.

- Great! 26%!

Look, no new permits

till the plants reopen

or till our farmers get some rain.

Till then, this town can't afford a revival.

- Sorry.

- Oh, no. I understand, Sheriff.

- You're just trying to do your job.

- No. He's trying to restrict trade.

Listen, Braverman.

I got a room full of New York lawyers

dying to take on some badge

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