American Gods

I don't know where

the Jinn is or why he left.

I'll probably spend the rest of my life wondering

if we ever had real love.

But every beat of your heart

is proof that you were truly loved by someone.

My sister's son Sandy leaving home

pretty much broke her heart.

She said he was in Florida.

I've written, texted, called him for years.

Never once have I heard back.

If he was with his dad in Florida,

I would've heard from him.

You want to kill Wednesday.

We want to help you do that.

So you can get Odin's spear out of Sweeney's hoard?

We will tell you the time and the place of the attack.

You will receive instructions on how to acquire the spear.

If you should fail to hold up on your end,

you will die and your friends'll die.

Some blood-craving Berserker

who was once signed to protect me

has taken to slaughtering my followers.

Your father sent me to get you.

He needs your help in a matter of some urgency.

Help. Please.

I did nothing wrong. I just...

They're gonna kill me.

Room 12.

Lock yourself in.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Police, ma'am.

Pursuing a fugitive.

Sexual pervert.

People throw that word around a lot,

and I never understand what they mean by it.

This particular individual consorts with other men

with intent to commit sodomy.

My boy Jim here just tricked him

into giving himself away down at Smuggler's Cove.

Your boy going around tricking people

doesn't sound very nice.

Well, if it isn't Jimmy O'Rourke.

Do you remember me, Jimmy?

I know I look a bit different now,

but remember Homecoming?

Senior year?

Tony?

You do remember.

Now, nobody's here but my guests.

So you gentlemen can go do your arresting

- somewhere else. - Bullshit.

I'm not taking the word of some broad.

I'm the most honest broad you'll ever meet.

I always tell the truth.

If Toni says he's not here, he's not here.

- If I find out you're lying... - You won't.

Why are you being so good to me?

As far as you know, I'm some criminal the cops are chasing.

When the cops terrorize people like us,

then they become the bad guys.

People like us?

You're attracted to men.

It's hard to know who to trust.

Okay.

When I was born, everyone said I was a boy.

Well, guess what?

They were wrong.

I was lucky to find you.

Yeah.

I almost shut this place down last week.

Why?

No guests. Not enough money.

But I thought I'd give it another couple weeks.

I'm glad I did.

Long ago in China,

there was a young man that fell in love

with a handsome Imperial inspector...

...who had him beaten to death for his affection.

But the young man haunted his dreams,

and eventually,

the inspector built a temple

and declared the young man

a God and protector of homosexual love.

I've been looking for a new temple

ever since I arrived in America

a hundred years ago.

Maybe we should get you to a doctor.

I am Tu Er Shen, the Rabbit God.

You saved me.

And in return, hospitable woman,

I bless you with a long and happy and loving life.

I bless your Grand Peacock Inn

with safety, prosperity, and joy,

and I declare this place a temple

for me and mine, you and yours,

and all our kindred spirits.

Are you sure you're okay to travel?

You might've been hit harder than you think.

Still don't believe me, do you?

I believe you are an amazing storyteller.

Oh my God.

Are they real?

Oh!

Nope, just nerds.

Haha! Hi, Laura Moon!

Oh, fuck me.

It's another fuckin' leprechaun.

I hate my life. Let's go.

Welcome.

Are you with the Jamboree?

Oh, we so are not.

But I am looking for a guest of yours, Liam Doyle?

Liam's our bartender.

Oh, good. Where's the bar?

Only, uh, paying guests are allowed on the property

during the Jamboree. It's a private event.

Well, you should just way overcharge me for a room, then.

We only have one room left.

Do you mind sharing?

Oh, it's fine. I'm not staying.

Let me take your bag.

I'm Kai, by the way.

Um, it's nothing.

- Uh, I've got it. - You sure?

It's my job, after all.

Uh, uh, here, I'll, uh,

take these to the room for safekeeping.

Okay.

- Go find Doyle. - Okay.

Was it something I said?

Oh, don't mind him.

He's just forgotten how to have fun.

- Still no Wednesday. - Mm.

He's probably maintaining radio silence

to dodge the New Gods.

Same reason your father sent me to get you in person.

He'll fill us in at the Wolf's Den.

Which is what?

A roadside attraction.

A place... of power.

Uh, like, uh, House on the Rock?

Hmm...

Might be Wednesday.

Ah, you fucker.

You okay, sir?

Oh, he's, uh, he's epileptic. I've got this.

Buddy, I'm training to be an EMT,

and that does not look like a seizure.

I'm so sorry.

And who are you dressed as?

Uh, a woman who needs something from a leprechaun's hoard.

You're Liam Doyle, right?

- Who's asking? - Laura Moon.

There you go.

Don't fuck with me.

What the hell, guy?

Why is my fucking name a problem for you?

Listen. I don't know who you are,

but I don't believe in ghosts, so why don't you go away

before I have Toni throw you out?

You heard that I was dead.

I read your obituary.

So how the hell are you standing here?

That's a really long story

that I may share with you at some point.

But can you first explain why on earth

you read my obituary?

Because I was hired to kill you.

Wednesday got Sweeney to kill me.

He hired me first.

Or... tried to.

I was a lawyer at the time.

You were a leprechaun lawyer?

Long story.

The point is, I always kinda knew

that I was a bit of a scumbag,

but when the Lord of All Scumbags

asked me to do his dirty work,

I realized how far I'd fallen.

I said no.

Then he destroyed my lucky coin.

So, I lost my luck, you died anyway.

And I washed up here.

Am I supposed to drink this?

It's my signature cocktail.

So, whose hoard are you trying to crack?

Sweeney's.

Legendary trove.

But I can't get into a strange hoard

with no coin.

What if I had Sweeney's coin?

You have his coin?

Will it get you into his hoard?

It'd give me my powers back.

What is it you want me to find?

A weapon. A spear.

I can't.

Stealing from someone else's hoard

is against the old Hibernian Code.