American Gods

Shadow,

we're gonna be releasing you later this afternoon.

Your wife ...

...she died in the early hours of this morning.

My lucky coin.

Give me my fucking coin, dead wife.

You get your life back; I get my coin.

Deal's off, I'm keeping your fucking coin.

I usually end up getting what I want.

I could be Mr. Wednesday with a shake of the hand.

I could use a fellow like you.

You're my man now.

When you start to piss me off, I'm gone.

We have a compact.

Hello, Shadow.

You're working for Wednesday.

Yeah.

What is it Wednesday is up to?

You want us to go to war.

Believe me, these New Gods are not going anywhere soon.

They've already replaced us; now they want to destroy us.

Your attack will only work against you.

Make it easier for Odin to convince

those who were on the fence to join his cause.

Guard my spear as you will guard my life.

Wars are coming, Shadow. I have a big role for you.

I was killed by a God. Which fucking God?!

Wednesday.

Fuck that guy.

I guess I believe in him.

I wanna believe in you.

He's Wednesday's now.

Hurts when someone takes what's yours.

Love...

is the most powerful weapon of war.

Love and war may sit on opposite sides of a coin,

but only so they may never meet.

What do you think happens

when you touch a God?

What happened to our arrangement?

Go help save Shadow.

You owe me a battle, Grimnir.

You really want to know why I picked you?

Just tell me.

We are the same.

Motto: Like father, like son.

Sometimes you remind me of my son.

Your son?

I want to believe in you.

Gods are real if you believe in them.

The storm is coming.

Whoever did this, I curse.

Fuck!

Someone here is gonna die soon.

Don't get in the fucking way.

Sweeney died last night.

I'm gonna kill Wednesday.

Are you gonna try and stop me?

Free country.

State police agencies have connected these suspects--

Fuck!

My boy is gonna be just fine.

ID?

We are Blood Death

and this is dedicated to the All-Father!

Get ready for war, motherfuckers!

Break every bone in tribute!

Praise the All-Father for his blessing of death!

Let there be blood!

Odin! Odin! Odin! Odin! Odin!

Odin! Odin! Odin! Odin!

Hail the All-father.

Odin! Odin! Odin! Odin!

Odin! Odin! Odin! Odin!

Odin! Odin! Odin!

Yo, Mike.

You drop-balled that entire pile of frag before lunch?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. Ain't no thing.

Yeah, but you only been on the line a minute and you roll like that?

Damn, you're a quick study.

Well, I got a good teacher.

Okay. Okay, I'll take that.

Hey, Mike,

you got a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Uh, catch you in the break room?

Yeah, you will.

We got some bones to slap, so don't even think about

skipping out on the ass-kicking I'm about to lay down.

Sorry. Sorry, boss.

Mike, you're aware we've been having issues with staffing.

We just landed this military contract.

There's not a lot of wiggle room in the bid.

We want to put our best people on it--

And with me being new--

I'd like you to be on the project.

Position comes with a pay raise and all the overtime you want.

Interested?

Yeah. Of, of course.

Um, I don't want to leave my team in the lurch.

Well, Sadie's the one who put you up for the job.

She's got an eye for talent,

thinks it's a good opportunity for you and I, uh, agree.

I don't know what to say. Uh, thank you.

All right.

And since this is a government thing,

the feds are gonna do a background check,

make sure you're not a spy or whatever.

Pretty routine. Just, uh,

hide the porn when they come to pay a visit.

Yeah, sure. Will do.

Look, Brigitte, your boy was swinging his magic voodoo dick around

telling me he could bring the leprechaun back.

- Yo, Brigitte. -Hiya, George.

It was three fucking months ago. What is the deal?

I'm gonna be real with you, Lil' Bit.

That big dick is as magic as it gets.

But, heh, he ain't been swingin' it at no fucking leprechaun.

Let me talk to Samedi.

Like I told you last time,

he's in Hialeah at a loa family reunion.

When the fuck is he back?

I'm the Lord of the Dead's fuck buddy,

not his appointment secretary.

Look, I know Samedi gave it his best shot.

Potions, gris-gris, the whole nine.

But, heh-heh, resurrecting a god isn't as easy as you'd think.

Especially when no one believes in him anymore.

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

I mean, what if he just had to be undead enough

to perform a relatively simple task?

Such as?

I need something from his hoard. It's...

It's a revenge thing.

There's a certain motherfucker that's got it coming.

You sure revenge is the only reason you want this leprechaun back?

Not that it's any of my business.

No, it's really not any of your business.

But, yes.

Payback's the only itch I gotta scratch.

I'm afraid you're out of luck, Lil' Bit.

There's really nothing more the Baron can do.

Good news is,

Sweeney's pretty well preserved.

If he didn't have god energy,

he'd be a puddle of Irish stew by now.

Oh, that's fantastic.

A good-looking corpse doesn't really get the job done.

What about this?

The gris-gris Samedi gave me.

Would this work on him?

The magic in that secret sauce is meant for you and you alone.

My fucking luck.

Et voilà!

This is him.

Really?

Hey, Sadie.

You know, I've been thinking, uh...

you might need to find a new hobby.

This domino thing?

I'm kinda tired of taking your money.

Oh, you a dominologist now?

All right, let's see what you got good tomorrow, brother.

Yeah?

-Yeah. -I look forward to it.

It's on.

Oh!

-Oh, you okay? -Oh!

Oh, well, aren't you an angel?

Strong too.

Um, do you need a hand? It's kind of slippery.

Oh.

My name is Helen. What's yours?

It's Mike.

Oh, that's my husband's name.

God rest his soul. I just buried him today.

Oh, no. I'm sorry for your loss.

You remind me of him: decent, kind, good-hearted.

Well endowed.

The hands tell the tale.

He was also a liar, a cheat and a con man,

capable of deception and great cruelty.

He was transformed by the grace and forgiveness of his family.

It was forgiveness that allowed us, me, to see past his failings.

But a man's sins can never be undone.

If my husband could speak now,

he'd offer his humble apology

for all the hurt he has caused.

Even though he is now with the angels, I can hear him say it.

Nice party trick, asshole.

Go fuck yourself.

You motherfucker...

As charged.

Like the new look. Less severe.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to extract you,

pre-emptively, from a... situation.

You're not extracting me from anywhere.

'Kay? I came to Milwaukee to make a new life for myself.

Doesn't include you.