The Preacher's Daughter
- Year:
- 2013
- 107 min
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[#ORGAN MUSIC#]
Jesus said to his disciples
"This is my body...
Take.
Eat.
Do this in remembrance of me."
[ROCK MUSIC BLARES]
[KNOCKING]
Hey... You okay in there?
[KNOCKING]
Hey, ass hole!
You let me in there!
[BANGING...]
Hello... let me in!
Open this God damn door right
now, or I'm gonna kick it down!
[BAM!]
[BAM!]
I had no choice.
Dude, she's trippin' bad.
Ok, Babe, bath time's over.
- No! Don't touch me!
- I'm not going to hurt you.
Get off of me! Stop it!
Put me down!
[SCREAMING] Get off
of me, you ass holes!
Stop it!
Put me down! Let me go.
Owww!
Please stop! You're hurting me!
[CRASH]
Owww!
Stop it! Stop!
This'll make it
stop hurting. Okay?
Get off!
I promise. No more pain.
Shh... no more pain.
I'm gonna let it shine...
let it shine...
shine, shine...
let it shine...
[#GUITAR MUSIC#]
That'll be 62.03.
That f***ing...
Uh, my money seems to have
mysteriously disappeared.
Yeah, um...
[#FAST BEAT#]
We're going to some
party off Montrose,
but we can come by later.
No sh*t?
God damn it, Zane!
Will you slow down?
Let me just call you
back later, alright?
You mind not f***in' yelling at me
when I'm on the f***ing phone?
D'you mind not driving
ninety over potholes so
I can do my make-up without
poking my eye out? Jesus!
[SIREN]
What the f***? No, this can not
be f***ing happening right now.
- What?
- F***. This cannot be happening!
- Zane, you don't have anything in here
do you? - Be cool. OK?
Keep your f***ing mouth shut!
Sh*t.
License and insurance, please.
There a problem, officer?
There will be if you don't hand
over your license and insurance.
Here.
Do you know why I stopped
you tonight, Mr. Richter?
No. Not a clue.
I clocked you going over fifty.
Well, the speed limit's
forty five, man. Come on.
Try thirty five.
Oh.
Look, my girlfriend and I got in a fight.\
I probably missed the sign. C'mon.
It's late, dude.
Just wait here a minute, please.
Ass hole.
What?
Unit 412...
- Get in the car.
- I can get in the car myself!
Get in the car!
F*** you!
Yup, looks like we
got something here.
Oh, Jesus...
Yep. Now'd be a real good
time to start praying.
[PHONE RINGS]
White Residence.
Hello?
I, um...
...I didn't know who else to call.
Hannah... where are you?
Are you all right?
I'm...
I'm, um...
Just tell me where you are.
I'll come and get you.
Just tell me where you are.
Hannah White!
Yeah.
Let's go.
Dad's here to get you.
Hey, Barbie.
See if your old man'll
bail us out, too.
Tell him we'll make
it worth his while.
Shut your mouth!
Thanks for coming.
I didn't know about the drugs. I swear.
Shhh... It's all right.
Everything'll...
Gonna be all right.
Um, I'll get you a blanket.
Thank you.
So. We have good news and bad news.
The bad news is the police found
enough drugs in your vehicle
to charge you and your
boyfriend with intent to sell.
- It wasn't mine...
- Let me finish.
I just talked to the D-A's office; they are
willing to reduce the charge to possession
if you agree to testify against Zane.
Ok, what's the good news?
That was the good news.
I'm not testifying against Zane.
The man is a drug dealer!
With two priors. Odds are, he's
going to jail for a long while.
There's no reason you
should have to go with him.
Okay. We have one other option.
And that's we can try
and convince the judge
you didn't have any knowledge
the drugs were in the vehicle.
It's not going to be an easy sell,
especially since you lived with the guy.
But, since this is your first offense,
you'll possibly get deferred adjudication.
Uh, layman's?
She'll get off.
Providing that she stays out
of trouble the next six weeks.
And there will be a fine.
Ok, well, what if I
don't have the money?
Then you'll go to jail.
I'll pay the fine,
on one condition.
You come home...
...I knew this was coming.
Actually, that could
work in your favor.
The judge is more likely to be lenient...
...if he knows you'll be living
in a stable environment.
Fine. Whatever.
As long as I don't have to testify.
[RADIO EVANGELIST] The son had
disappeared to another land!
Squandered his inheritance!
Lain with prostitutes...
You uh, need to call anybody?
Let them know you're leaving town?
Job? No one?
How do you support yourself?
I sing in Zane's band.
At least you're getting some use
out of all those voice lessons.
# This is my story, this is my song... #
# Praising my Savior all the day long. #
# This is my story, this is my song. #
# Praising my Savior all the day long. #
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Let us pray.
Heavenly Father, we thank you
for this beautiful day,
have gathered in your house to worship you.
I ask that you be with me today,
Heavenly Father, as I deliver your words.
Let them fill our hearts and minds with
the spiritual nourishment we need to be
more perfect servants for you.
In Jesus' name we pray...
Amen.
- Good sermon.
- Thank you.
- Sir, good to see you.
- Always a pleasure.
Good sermon, Daddy.
Thank you, Sweetheart.
You ready for voice lessons tonight?
When do you think she'll be ready
to get up and sing for us?
I don't know...
that depends on Hannah.
[SNICKERING] Hey.
Look at the freak.
Now, Caleb, that's
not very Christian.
The poor girl's been through a lot living
with that so... called mother of hers.
Who is she?
That's Brother Tate's daughter Rachel.
It looks like she's
going to be staying with...
...them for a while, so she
may need a new friend.
You want me to be her friend?
It's our job to reach
out to people in need.
It looks like she could use a positive
influence in her life right about now.
Just as long as you don't
let her influence you.
# We're stuck in this place
We don't want to look back #
# at our lives and
find out they were waste #
# It's time to follow our dreams #
# Take a good look around
Can this be all there is? #
# I don't wanna get stuck like my... #
I don't remember seeing
that one in the hymnal.
It's a little something I wrote
back when I wanted to be a rock star.
You wanted to be a rock star?
Shhh...
Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.
You ready to get started?
So. When you sing, always breathe
from your diaphragm. Ready? Let's go.
My what?
Your diaphragm.
Ok. Focus your breathing
where my hand is.
Breathe in...
And out...
Breathe in...
Breathe out.
Nice.
Ok, try that singing.
# la la la la... #
I'm sorry.
No no no... it's all right.
It was good.
Don't worry about it. It takes time
to learn how to breathe correctly.
You're doin' good.
Youll get the hang of it.
C'mon. Let's try something else.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the
traditional hymns. They're great and all.
But if we are going to grow as a church,
we got to liven things up a little.
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