American Gods

Time for a story.

'Cause sometimes,

people need reminding of things.

Help him remind the people who you are.

The choice is yours.

Evolve...

...or die.

I guess I believe in him.

I wanna believe in you.

Zorya Vechernyaya...

Do you know how beautiful you look?

Your tongue is a wicked thing.

Nobody's ever complained about my tongue.

I can't sell war without my best salesman.

Find Media...

Let them know what real sacrifice...

...feels like.

Shadow!

Is this what it takes?

Is this... what it takes?

My name is Mr. Town.

Where am I?

No, the question, Shadow, isn't "where."

It's "why?"

This is not good.

There's... much to be done.

The bell must ring. Mirrors covered.

Windows opened. We must sprinkle the holy salt-

Czernobog. We will summon the next Zorya.

Votan!

You let the dust of the old star

slip right through your fingers, huh?

There are no more believers left for Zorya.

So there will be no more life for her.

But I know a new star

will soon rise from the horizon.

And the hound's gate will rest

-in the hands of this newborn star.

We must pray that she's up to the task.

If not,

this country will be barren of believers.

First a whimper, then a crescendo.

You will have your vengeance, my friends.

When my hammer swings,

the earth will tremble...

...the mountains will break, and the ocean will rise,

and our enemies will be banished

to the deepest darkness of the nine hells.

Votan...

this country... is no good.

You have your war, Grimnir.

Mama-ji, you hear the battle cries. May I count on your blades?

You brought the fight to my doorstep.

I have no choice but to resume the lopping of heads,

drinking of blood, and liberating of souls.

That is, if I can swap my weekend shift with Arjun.

Hey, what's the plan?

This is so stupid. We're wasting time.

Oh, let 'em lament.

Shadow was taken.

We don't have time for a fucking wake in a parking lot.

Might be no coming back for that one.

Yeah, no shit. She's dead.

Dead does not seem to be as final as you are implying.

Ifrit, Grimnir needs you in Mitchell, at the Corn Palace;

ask for Old Iktomi.

To what end?

Gungnir.

Gungnir?

His fucking spear.

You're getting Fire-eyes and the fairy to fetch your fucking spear for ya?

What do you plan to do about Shadow?

He'll be fine. Great battles require great preparation.

And sacrifice to you.

You don't give a shit about him.

Oh, I very much give a shit.

Just have faith in your man.

My favorite Tammy Wynette song. Shotgun!

Oh, now Spiderman's ridin' with ya?

You keep givin' away my fucking seats.

What happened to our arrangement?

Well, you two make such a great pair,

it seems a shame to split you up.

And Laura seems to feel Shadow needs saving,

so go help save Shadow.

I will not be dyin' in battle over Shadow fucking Moon.

A problem of your own making.

You are the biggest, most unlucky leprechaun

-I have ever met! - Bugger off!

Bugger yourself off, bitch!

What a cunt.

Allahu Akbar.

Do you need money? For the bus?

- I'm coming with you. - No.

Where Wednesday wants me to go is dangerous.

Then why risk your life for him?

Allah would not want you to sacrifice for Wednesday.

I believe in what I'm doing even if you do not.

I believe in you.

And that belief is what you need.

Let me help.

You're not coming with me?

Nope, I'm goin' with my coin.

Grimnir's takin' up arms.

That means there's a battle at hand.

And you're fucking crazy if you think I'm going to war without my luck.

Well, I guess you should steal us a car, then.

You do the pickin', I'll do the pluckin'.

If you get in my way,

the gods are gonna be planning your funeral.

Best they already are, love.

Best they already are.

We couldn't find any records

of any family

other than your mother and your late wife.

You know what that makes you, Shadow? Hm?

Just another bastard.

A nobody. A nobody who went to prison

for a botched casino heist and aggravated assault.

Now...

I know they had guns on your wife.

So, does that make the career criminal a- a good guy?

Although, not quite good enough, apparently,

because you couldn't keep your wife

from sucking your best friend's cock.

You want to stay in your lane.

You're one tough motherfucker, Shadow Moon.

I'll give you that.

Is that why Cargo needs you? Hmm?

I don't know who the fuck Cargo is.

He calls himself All-Father.

Grimm.

He goes by the name... Wednesday.

And you, my friend, you've been traveling with him for weeks.

I'm just a bodyguard, okay?

He doesn't tell me anything.

Let me ask you a question. When somebody...

when somebody tells you to rob a casino, or a bank, then you do it.

When someone tells you to join the Old Gods in a secret war against the New Gods,

then you do it.

You are always just going with the flow, Shadow.

And I need to know, why? Why the fuck is that?

Hmm?

Curious spirit.

It could be, Shadow,

that you have forgotten how to tell the truth.

Now that's a mighty woman with a torch.

She was a Roman goddess. Libertas.

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free."

France gave her to the founders,

same as they gave democracy.

And pulled America's butt out of the fire in the Revolution.

We've paid 'em back.

You're not French, Shadow. Don't forget that.

Yeah, a home, I don't know.

I had to leave to spread her message.

So, why is this my first time back?

Her dream isn't for us.

Liberty can't help but judge us by the color of our skin.

The history we remind them of.

Doesn't have to be like that.

Scientists call it hormesis.

A little bit of poison to make you stronger.

Your light is strong, my beautiful son.

I don't think I'm gonna like it here.

One summer.

Then we're back on the world tour.

You know, you could show a little gratitude every now and then.

-Might improve your luck. - I don't believe in luck.

-I don't. I'm an atheist. - Ugh.

God, is a fairy tale for grown-ups.

Well, you're in the fairy tale now, aren't ya?

He is definitely moving.

Turn here.

You things are not gods, by the way.

You're made by people.

People who need answers

and they're too fucking lazy to look for them themselves.

I mean, who the fuck ever needed a leprechaun?

You take and you take and you take

and what do you give back to people? Nothing.

You are monsters under the bed, just fucking with human lives.

Pot, kettle, black!

And God didn't fuck up your life; you did a great job of that all by yourself.

Well, it was my life to fuck up!

Indeed it was, and you fucked the shit out of it, didn't ya?

Fucked up your husband's life as well.

Got him sent to prison.

And then, when he was payin' his penance for you,

ya sucked all over his best friend's knob.

I don't know what kind of syphilitic time period

spawned leprechauns,

but in my world, infidelity does not warrant a death sentence.

Where I'm from, it's the greatest sin.

-To betray your sworn true love is the crime of a coward-- - Cow.

You're welcome.

Fuck!

It's unfortunate that none of your compatriots

were moved by your pitch, Queen Bilquis.

It was beautiful. Elegant.