American Gods

Alison McGovern didn't show up to school or work yesterday.

I think maybe you and I got off on the wrong foot.

You spoke to Chad.

He said your story checks out.

I am a goddess.

You're a showgirl, bought and paid for

by William Sanders.

- Nice lift. I don't know what

-you're talking about. -The postcard.

What, you thought I wouldn't notice?

Before you pay her a visit, ask yourself

if you have anything to offer her except for heartache.

Stay in your fucking lane.

What if you didn't have to bring him all the way back to life?

Mama!

Quick get some water!

God Himself.

Oh, God, please.

You steaming my jacket?

On it.

Gotta be my best today.

You get Betty washed?

This morning.

-She gassed up? -Yesterday.

-And you've got that address...

plugged into your PMS or whatever it is you--

GPS! Yes!

You know, just because I have two X chromosomes doesn't mean that I'm--

A favor followed by a lecture is not a favor at all.

That wasThe Sacrifice, the Viking metal anthem

that will live for the ages, byBlood Death,

as we mourn the loss of four of its members

found dead in a hotel room in Bridgeport, Connecticut.

Authorities investigating the case as a homicide.

Hey, weren't those your homeboys?

Shh.

...Wengren released this statement:

"My grief and rage know no bounds.

Whoever is responsible shall answer

to the god of justice in Asgard."

That's a problem to be dealt with later.

What was that?

Okay, I'm ready.

You got that card I gave you with Demeter's address on it?

Right here.

Good.

This Demeter person must be something special.

Oh she is.

Believe me, she is.

Welcome.

This way please.

Hi, take a pen.

Read the pamphlet. Hi, welcome.

Welcome, welcome.

Pamphlet, please? Thank you. Take it, please.

Yeah. Pamphlet?

Thank you, okay.

Hi. Welcome.

Read the pamphlet. Welcome.

Attention, those with green cards,

please make your way to the designated area at this time.

Green card holders only.

I'm sure my colleague has told you

that the answers are just right--

Yes, in my fucking pamphlet. I know that.

All it says is "Acknowledge reality".

Okay. So, the reality that I am acknowledging

is that this place sucks donkey dick.

Please just tell me when the fucking blue cards are gonna be called.

Each soul's color is called in its own time.

Thanks for the ride.

Least I could do.

Considering you own the car I'm driving.

Afternoon, everybody.

Thanks for comin' out today.

Uh, wish it was for happier reasons.

Alison's been gone a little more than 48 hours.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Disposable cameras, courtesy of Hinzelmann's General Store.

Now, you're gonna wanna document anything suspicious:

footprints, uh, broken plants

Thank you, Ann-Marie, but I, I got this.

Oh. Okay.

Well, um, I know what you're thinking.

I have a camera on my phone,

but this way you don't have to send anything

over our so-called Internet.

Uh, could you pass these out?

Um, and then at the end of the day,

you can give me your cameras, or Chad...

Hmm...

And, um, I'll get them developed.

Uh, I can expedite that through our store.

-Thank you for that, uh... -Yeah.

Walk carefully, look where you step.

Uh, if you see anything that seems outta place, report it.

A retreat.

Maybe she transposed the numbers on the card?

Maybe she... is the owner

or... an investor, huh?

Just like Demeter, huh?

Whole package, that one...

Beauty and brains, you know?

So, why do I keep feeling like I've forgotten something?

A gift.

I mean, how can I arrive empty-handed

to discuss a reunion

with such an extraordinary woman, huh?

So, what's it to be?

Pigs' entrails or calla lilies?

Pigs' entrails.

Bet she doesn't get that every day.

Nah. It's gotta be calla lilies.

I think she might like that more.

Well, what you think matters not at all.

As you keep reminding me.

One of these days, it's gonna stick.

Deeds, not words.

To the florist.

Blood is definitely worrisome, but...

These feathers and tufts of fur, I'd say it's more likely a...

squirrel and an owl mixing it up.

But we'll, uh, mark it and have Forensics take a look anyway.

Chad! I think we have something over here!

Everybody just stay put.

Does anybody know if Alison had a pair of blue mittens?

Uh, I think that's mine, Gramma.

It must've fallen out of my pocket.

Attention.

Those with orange cards,

please make your way to the designated area at this time.

Orange card holders only.

The fuck...

Hey!

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck.

Hey, you, uh... you want a ride?

I'm heading back to town.

Once Marguerite pulls out that notepad,

she loses all track of time.

I'm, I'm fine. I don't mind waiting.

Yeah...

You know, uh...

I've been looking for, uh, an opportunity

to talk to you about the...

the other day down at the station. Uh...

I hope you understand, I'm just doing my job with...

...you know, Alison missing, and you being a new guy in town,

and you know, what with me being, um, a cop who...

...happens to be Caucasian, and so forth and...

You know, just the optics of you being, um,

you know, somebody, uh...

...somebody who's African American.

I just don't want you to get the-the- wrong,

uh, idea, uh...

Uh... Lakeside isn't that kind of place.

Lakeside's still in America, right?

Yeah, I mean, yeah, it is.

I see what you're trying to say there,

uh, but, you know we're not...

Hey, Chad.

Sorry, um.

What've you got there, Frances?

-A B&E reported at 260 Elm Street.

Copy that. En route.

Fourth one this month.

Oh, sorry.

Instagram's taking over my life.

What these people will do to get followers.

Oh, you have no idea.

I'm here to see Demeter.

All right. Is that a first or last name?

That's the whole name.

Like Beyoncé?

Precisely.

You know Demeter, Janice.

From Mount Olympus?

Oh, right.

That Demeter.

Okay.

There's only one Demeter.

Well, in America anyway.

Yup. That's her.

I'll take you to see our very own in-house goddess,

once Janice gets you signed in.

And you are?

Wednesday.

First name?

-Mister. -Right.

So, I'm just gonna have you sign this release.

Don't worry, nothing's gonna happen to you.

Full moon isn't for two weeks.

Thank you.

All right. Right this way.

Follow me, sir.

So, uh, what are the residents

of Haven Glen Retreat retreating from?

Reality, mostly.

Hello, darling.