Leap of Faith Page #2

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

interfering with religious freedom!

I got the fee, I'll do the paperwork.

You give me the permit or I dial 2-1-2.

- Knock yourself out.

- I'll do it.

Don't take it personally, boss.

It's just one for the big guy upstairs.

So, is all of this

absolutely necessary, Will?

Local law.

"The Attack of the Puny Brains".

I kissed up to him, I got the permit.

Besides, this one's cute for a change.

Now, concentrate.

Population:
22-something.

Median family income: $21,000...

Cute? He can shut us down.

I don't have to remind you

what our nut is:
3,500 a day.

Every town, another puny brain.

Give a little man power,

he thinks he's powerful.

Yeah, I've seen that happen before.

OK, main industries: Wheat and corn.

Ancillaries have had massive lay-offs.

The banks report 22% farm foreclosure.

If they don't get rain by this weekend,

this year's crops will fail.

So we can use that.

Stop drumming, Jonas! Stop!

What a sh*t-hole!

This was your choice, so live with it.

Average education: 10th grade.

Richest family:
The Rayloves.

same situation...

I gotta get you a man.

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