[quietly] Excuse me.
[clears throat]
Excuse me.
Preacher?
Got time for a sinner?
I've been doing wrong and I wanna get right by the Lord.
Well, that's what I'm here for.
I've done...
lustful acts.
Yeah.
That could be a big problem.
Especially for the young people.
Go on, tell me about it.
I got me a pretty wife at home.
One that'll do pretty much anything I ask.
But I treat her real bad.
Well, when you say anything,
what do you mean?
Just what I said.
Sometimes she'll be going down on me with...
[breathing shakily]
well, you know, her mouth.
Heck, I get so excited I start forcing it.
She ever puke on you?
They got a little trigger, back there in their throat.
Yeah, well, that ain't my problem.
Well, what's the problem then, son?
This guy I work with has got himself a daughter.
Real young thing, just started high school.
One day I got this girl in my truck and I drove her out into the sticks
and I...
had my way with her.
Did she put up a fight?
No.
But, you see, the problem is, is...
once I'd had a taste, I just couldn't get enough.
I kept taking that girl there any chance I got.
So I'd strip her clothes off.
But I'd make her pray before we got started.
Why don't you take that hat off, boy.
Sometimes I'd even...
keep her panties.
Now, I'd just...
sniff 'em as she rode off on her bike.
And then I'd go home to that whore of a wife of mine
and make her bake me a cake like I was celebrating.
-What in the hell is this? -[gun cocks]
You've been spying on me, boy?
I've been watching your every move for the last couple weeks.
You can't get enough of that Reaster girl, can you?
[inhales] Is that how you did my Lenora too?
So...
Mrs. Russell's boy?
All right.
Don't do anything you'll regret, son.
Why don't you put the gun down and...
we can talk all about it.
Go ahead and talk.
[clicks tongue]
It wasn't my fault.
[scoffs]
And Lenora...
was just like this...
this Reaster girl.
She wouldn't let me be.
But I want you to know that I--
I pray for that girl's soul
every night.
Do you pray for her baby's soul too?
Look, I didn't have...
nothing to do with that.
She came to me...
-saying she got that way from a boy-- -Don't fuckin' lie to me!
Lies-- [chuckles]
The lies--
The lies are hers.
She got it in her head that I was the father.
That I was gonna take care of everything.
God dammit, boy!
Listen to me!
I ain't gonna take the blame for no bastard child!
It would ruin me, man.
You can understand that, can't you?
Hell!
Listen to me, boy.
She was...
delusional.
She was crazy.
You see?
No, she was just lonely.
No, man.
-[gunshot] -[Preston groans]
[groaning]
Please, God!
Fuck. [panting]
[yells]
-Fuck! -[drops shell]
Shit.
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
[groans]
[narrator] He had to get away from this place
or any he ever called home.
But in this moment, he felt a sudden force
pulling in back towards Knockemstiff.
No matter what else happened,
he had to try to set right those things about his father
that still ate at his heart.