American Gods (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Git Gone - full transcript

The story of Laura's life and death is explored, including her first encounter with Shadow and how exactly she came to be sitting on the edge of his motel room bed.

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[chatter]

Cash in?

Dealer takes another.

[groans]

With apologies.

Oh, man.

Market research says



we turn tables over
30% faster

and retain
on the new shoe.

See?

You don't
have to shuffle.

I like to shuffle.

But you don't have to.

[cat meows]

Come on, Dummy.

[fly buzzing]

[spraying]

[coughing, gasping]

[coughing]

Dealer busts.

Mm-mm.



You mind?

Go ahead.

Cash in, 200.

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, could I get a gin
and tonic, please?

That's your drink?

Best drinks have
self-defining names.

Order a Manhattan, God knows
what you're going to get,

but you order gin
and tonic, Jack and Coke,

it's not just a name.
It's a command.

How long have you been
working here for, uh, Laura?

Four years, plus.

Paid tuition,
then it paid rent.

Ugh! That's bad luck.

Ah. Thank you.

Thank you kindly.

Dealer busts.

Ah.

All right.

You know, a friend once
told me that those, uh,

"everyone gets quiet
at the same time" moments

only happens at 22,
20 past the hour.

Now, I'll be damned
why that happens.

Ghosts flying overhead,
but, uh, check this out.

Hmm. 20 past.

Don't do it.

Sorry.

Those four quarters
you just loaded.

This is not '80s Vegas.

They won't just
break your hands

and let you walk away.
They'll prosecute

and push for
maximum sentence.

There's a camera there,
camera there, over there.

That old lady in the Terrapins
sweatshirt behind you

is not a grandma.

Dealer shows 16, sir.

They started upgrades
from single table eye
six weeks ago

when insurance flagged
what you must have.

So finish your drink,
play one more hand,

and leave.

Ooh. Bad luck.

Hey. Hey.

[chuckle]

Ha. I kind of thought

you would have
left faster.

I was waiting for you.

Oh, boy.

I may have just been
starting my shift.

You could have been
waiting a long time.

Nah, they always
put the pretty ones
on the 8-to-4.

Why did you help me?

Uh, because I thought
you were really nice.

No. I didn't. I thought
you were kind of a dick.

You're very cocky
and kind of unlucky,

so-- Is this your first time
trying to rob a casino?

A casino? Yeah.

You're really
not very good at it.

I saw you
coming a mile off.

Well, next time, no one
will see me coming.

Okay? I will
get a better plan

and maybe find myself
an inside man.

Oh, are you trying
to recruit me?

You could be
a world class thief.

No one suspects people
who look like you.

And what do I look like?

You get anything
you wanted

just by asking for it.

What do you say? Huh?

Bet you know that place
inside and out.

Fair's fair. I'll
split the take 50-50.

[chuckle]

Okay.
Better luck next time.

Hang on a minute.

I'm sorry.

I owe you.

You really don't.

Well, I feel beholden.

Let me buy you a drink.

Drinks are free inside.

Drinks are shit inside.

Let's go somewhere.

I don't want
to go somewhere.

I want to go home.

Then take me the fuck home.

Hey-hey-hey-hey.

You okay?

[slap]

What?

Uhh.

Oh, yeah.

[panting]

Mmm.

So you are a thief.

Just some coffee.

You got a hot tub.

You ever use it?

Uh, yep.

You know, you could do magic
with skills like that.

Nah. I'm not
much of a showman.

Yeah. I'm aware.

See now, if I had those
skills and your job,

I could really clean up.

[shuffling]

If you had my job,
what would you do?

Well, um...

the weak spot.

All you need is one.

It's usually
people's attention.

Show me.

Thanks, bro.

Oh, God.

Ten years, Robbie has never
looked at me like that.

[chatter]

You know, if you
keep ignoring him,

he's only going
to want more.

[purring]

Well, there's a lesson
in there somewhere.

[purring]

My grandma always had cats.

She said that they
could see ghosts

when we can't,

and warn you of thieves.

[purring]

Yeah?

Hey-hey.

Hey.

[purring]

I think
your cat's broken.

[laughing]

Do you ever worry
about what will happen

if you keep stealing?

Like
in the afterlife?

Knocking down too many
Commandments?

No. I mean, like, jail.

[chuckle]

Do you believe
in the afterlife?

I don't know.

I mean, my mom did.

She seemed pretty sure.

She used to say, uh,

"All I know is there's
more than I know."

Yeah, I think that might
sound wiser than it is.

Oh, wow. Okay, wise-ass.

So you know what happens
after you die?

Yes, I do.

Okay, what?

You rot.

When you die, you rot.

And you're so sure?

[whooping]

Yeah. I mean, it's--
it's a fixed system.

Physics doesn't
take Sundays off.

So you don't believe
in anything?

There's nothing to believe.

Trust me. I've looked.

I mean, my parents
believed in everything.

Father, Son, Holy Ghost,

spirit-filled and full
of the light of God.

How old were you?

They taught me all of it,
chapter and verse.

I went to bed every night
in a world full of magic

where anything was possible.

And then one day you find out
that Santa's not real,

and then the Tooth Fairy
isn't real.

And there's no farm upstate
for old dogs.

Then I started
reading history books,

and Jesus isn't real.

And it's like everything

that made the world anything
more than what it is

is just-- is just stories.

Just snake oil,

but worse because
snakes are real.

[snickering]

I wanted to get
that magic back so bad,

but... one day I just
accepted the fact

that I couldn't because life
is just not that interesting.

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

It's like you're a lost puppy.

That was fun, puppy.

The fun is just
getting started.

Come here.

[kissing]

No, no, no.
Guys don't get it.

They think Krav Maga
is a Jew thing.

It's a mind thing--

maximum effectiveness,
maximum efficiency,

how to dismantle your opponent
in any situation.

Maybe that is
a Jew thing, though.

They did survive
all kinds of shit.

Plus it's an insane workout.

You're between jobs.

You should come
down to my gym.

Let me teach you
in one of my classes.

- I could teach you to fight.
- I can fight.

Not Krav Maga fight.

- I box.
- Hmm.

You good?

You teach?

* Unlucky for you

* I'm queen of the board

* And unlike Cleopatra

* I get what I want

* I lean in but then
I check right out *

* I don't flinch because
it doesn't hurt *

* And what is God if
there's no one there? *

* And there's no proof
that she ever cared *

* About me

* About me

* I fuck with the fates
because it's so much fun *

* And I don't feel a thing
because I got so numb *

* I lean in but then
I check right out *

* I don't flinch because
it doesn't hurt *

* And what is God
if no one's there? *

* And what is God
if there's no proof? *

Where's your proof?

You've got no proof.

Gonna head to the store
after work.

You need anything?

Uh-uh.

Oh, wait. Yes.

Bug spray.

Okay.

* I lean in but then
I check right out *

* I don't flinch because
it doesn't hurt *

* And there's no proof that
she ever cared about me *

[pat pat]

Hey.

What?

You want coffee?

Hmm?

Coffee?

Come on. Come get it.

- Hmm?
- Come on.

Out here.

[groan]

I need you to sit.

Are we pregnant?

Puppy, sit.

What I'm about to say may
sound irrational to you,

but I've all sorts
of rational reasons
for saying it

and then doing it.

So say it,
and let's talk

about whether or not
you should do it.

Do you remember
when you asked me

to be your inside man?

You want to rob the casino?

I think I need to.

I mean, I haven't
come to this lightly.

I've been eliminating
options one by one

before I came
to my final decision.

And-- I mean, final
may be the wrong word.

Are we discussing,
or are you telling?

Well... there's
some wiggle room.

This is desperate. Okay?

This-- This is some
desperate bullshit.

Are you unhappy?
Because I'm happy.

Okay? You make me happy.

Yes, I see
that you're happy

from this side of it,
from the wrong side of it,

and I think maybe
I resent not being happy--

not resent you,
just resent.

Do you still love me?

Yeah, I still love you.

I'm just not happy.

And robbing the casino
will make you happy.

We are like a history book.

We're established fact.
We don't change.

We live in the same town
that I grew up in,

in my dead grandma's
shitty house.

You have a shitty job.
I have a shitty job.

And I want more.

I would be happy
living in a cardboard box

under a freeway as long
as I was with you.

See, that would represent
a failure to me.

I represent failure to you?

Well, no.

I mean, if anything,

you're actually
too good for me.

I mean, I'm the girl
who brought home a thief.

I'm not the thief. Okay?

- Not anymore.
- Well, not at this
very moment, no,

but that's
what we're discussing.

What are we discussing?

I have worked there
for eight years.

I can tell you
every single thing

that every person
in that building

is going to do and when.

I can tell you
what they look for.

I can tell you what they see.

Eight years
of predictive behavior.

The night that we first met,

you walked into that casino
with the right ambition,

but you had a stupid plan.

I have a smart plan.
I have a perfect plan.

You will never get caught.

How did you get caught?

Bad luck is how.

Cops came is how.

No, they shouldn't
have seen.

They should not have known.
Something went wrong.

[fly buzzing]

It happened. Okay?
The plan wasn't perfect.

The plan was perfect.
It was a perfect plan.

Somebody fucked us.

I spoke to Adelstein
this morning.

Fuck, I told you not to.

And he told me about the deal.

I'm not taking it.

I would get no more
than three years,

one and a half served.
You'd get the same.

- No.
- You would get the same,

and then we would be
back to our lives

in a year and a half,
maybe less.

You are not
going to prison.

I asked you to do this.

I asked you to do it,
and you did it.

And if I hadn't, you would
be on the couch right now.

Yeah, but I said yes.

Okay? You asked,
but I said yes.

I did it.
I got caught, not you,

and that is our luck.

You'll get six years.
Six years.

I will be out in three.

I can take it.

If you're
on the other side,

I can make it if you can.

Hey.

Can you wait for me?

Yeah. Yes.

[phone rings]

[ring]

[ring]

Hello.

You have a collect call

from Woodward Federal
Correctional Institution.

[ring]

- [ring]
- Hello.

Hello.

You have a collect call

from Woodward Federal
Correctional Institution.

[ring]

[ring]

All good.

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[sigh]

[sniffle]

Fuck you, Dummy.

Hey, yeah, he's, uh,
all taken care of.

I put him
in the woods out back,

and marked him
with a stone,

in case you want
to, like, go visit him.

Is that legal?

To just bury animals
in the yard?

Yeah. Oh, yeah,
it's fine.

You should see
all the pets we
have in our yard.

Just glad that I could be
here to help you, you know?

Both of us,
Audrey and I.

Hey.

Don't stay here alone
tonight.

Come on. Come crash
on the couch.

Uh...

No. I'm fine here.

Fuck.

[sigh]

I didn't even like him.

[sighs]

I know this sucks.

We miss Shadow, too.

You guys are our best
friends, you know that?

Uhh.

The cat just died.

I don't know
why I even did it.

I'm drunk and alone,

and my fucking cat
just died.

Fuck. I'm sorry.

Are you?

Sorry?

[knocking]

I told Audrey

you had to move some
furniture around, so--

Why did you say that?

Because
I wanted to see you again?

Come on, Robbie.
Say what you mean.

I don't know.

You wanted to come here
and fuck me some more?

Is that what you want?

Yeah.

Last night
was a one-time thing.

You were there,
and thank you.

But we're not doing this.

We did this,
and it happened.

And now I'm waiting
for Shadow.

I get it.

You're waiting for Shadow.

Do you?

Yeah.

Say it again.

You're waiting for Shadow.

Okay. Come in.

[telephone ringing]

You have a collect call

from Woodward Federal
Correctional Institution.

- Hello.
- Shadow: I love you.

Something feels weird.

I love you, too.
What feels weird?

I don't know.
Um, the weather.

The air feels
constipated,

like if it'd just
push out a storm,

it'd be okay.

Yeah, there's a special word

for the kind of dread
caused by constipated air.

It's nice here.

Trees are budding.

There'll be leaves on them
when you get back.

Five days.

120 hours and you're home.

Everything's okay there,
right?

Waiting for the sky to fall
is going to cause more bother

than the sky actually
falling, which it isn't.

Yeah. So nothing's wrong.

Everything's fine.

Robbie's coming by.

We're planning
your surprise party--

welcome home.

A surprise party?

Which you know
nothing about.

[laughing]
Not a thing.

I love you, puppy.

I love you, too.

Ahem.

Get dressed.

[sighs]

I'll leave Audrey.

Yeah.

And y--
And you tell Shadow,

and they'll be angry,

but they will
understand.

Or they'll freak out.
I don't care.

I'm not doing that.

You're not doing that.

Shadow's coming back
in five days,

and I'm going to be
there for him.

- But you don't love him.
- Yeah, I do.

Not the way he loves you.

[sigh]

We talked about this, Robbie.

You knew this had
an expiration date,

and you agreed to the terms.

I felt differently
then.

I don't.

That's not true.

Jesus Christ, Robbie.

You just have to think of this

as like a sweet memory.

Like a naughty
little secret,

something
you think about

when you're old
and you're worried

that you never
did anything
with your life.

You did.

You fucked around
and didn't get caught.

It was really fun.

Is that all this was?

Just fun?

* I pulled into Nazareth

* Was feeling 'bout
half past dead *

Listen, Robbie.

* I just need some place

* Where I can lay my head

This has to end,

and it has to end tonight.

You've been very sweet.

We've been really
sweet to each other,

- so just...
- [seat belt unbuckles]

let goodbye be sweet
as well, okay?

Hey.

Are you saying no?

Drive.

* Take a load off Fanny

* And...

I really like this song.
Will you sing it to me?

- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.

[zipper unzips]

Ohh.

* I picked up my bag

* Picked up my bag

* I went looking for
a place to hide *

* For a place to hide

* When I saw Carmen and the
devil walking side by side *

* Carmen... devil...
walking side by side *

- * I said, "Hey, Carmen--"
- * I said, "Hey, Carmen--"

* Come on

- * "Let's go downtown"
- * "Let's go downtown"

- * She said, "I got"--
- * She said, "I gotta go" *

- Oh!
- * "But my friend
can stick"-- *

- [horn honking]
- [tires screeching]

* Take a load off, Fanny

* Take a load for free

* Take a load off, Fanny

* And... And... And...

* You put the load
right on me *

* Ooh

Who the fuck are you?

You were alive, Laura Moon.

Now you are dead,
Laura Moon.

The circumstances
of your death commit me.

I must take your heart.

I must weigh your heart.

Against a feather?

I can already tell you
who wins.

I lived my life
good and bad,

definitely not
light as a feather.

Where are you going?

Where am I going?

You pass through.

[sigh]

Where do I pass through?

In life you believed
in nothing.

You will go to nothing.

You will be done.

There will be darkness.

And peace?

There will be darkness.

You know what? No.

There's nowhere else
for you to be.

Well, I'm not
getting in there.

I want to go back.

Already your flesh
has been moved,

has been cut by the doctors
who inspected your organs.

Already your loved ones
have selected for you

the clothes to shroud
your decomposition.

Already you are
in the ground.

Tears have fallen for you.

Do I get a say in this?

Death is not a debate.

How many do you think
have come before you,

all with promises
and threats

and offers
of glory, gold, love?

Who are you to misguide
me from my duty?

You are but a man, not even
one I should remember.

You will go
into the darkness,

and I will forget
ever having met you.

[scoff]
Fuck you--

[coughing]

[gasping]

[coughing]

[panting]

Oh, my God,
that's disgusting.

[thunder rumbles]

Fuck.

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[car door closes]

[stomach growls]

Mm.

[stomach growls]

[groans]

- [stomach growls]
- Ohh.

Uhh.

Laura?

Hey, Audrey.

Aah! Aah!

- Audrey--
- Aah! Aah!

Audrey.

Don't call the police.

Get out of my house,
you zombie whore!

Audrey, please don't
call the police, okay?

I'm going to come in now.

No!

I'm going to come in
now, okay?

No!

Hey, Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey?

What! Go away!

What the fuck are you!

Audrey, this would be
embarrassing

under any circumstance,

but it's particularly
embarrassing

under this circumstance.

Nevertheless, I really
need to use your toilet.

What?

Oh, please, no.

No! Oh, my God!

[hysterical sobbing]

- [groaning]
- [farting]

It's embalming fluid.

It's coming out
of every hole I got.

It's very disgusting,
so please turn around.

Turn around.

Ahh.

[sobbing]

[farting]

[panting]

How are you here?

I don't know.

Well, you know
you're dead, though, right?

I assumed, yes.

Well, are you dead now,

or are you something else?

I would say...
the latter.

Well, is this a haunting?
You haunting me?

Not on purpose.

I needed craft supplies.

[panting]

Laura?

Yes, Audrey.

What's the last thing
you remember before you died?

Um...

Oh.

Oh?

Yeah.

Is Robbie dead?

Oh, yes.

Is he still dead?

He's--

I mean, he was.

I, uh, I haven't seen him.

Don't know what either
of you are up to now.

You know,
I guess I never did.

You know what
we were up to.

Oh, I know who was
in your mouth when you died.

I do know that.

Does everybody know that?

Yeah. Well, everyone
who attended your funeral.

I may have mentioned it
just once or twice

during the service.

Does Shadow know?

Yeah, he knows.
I tried to fuck him

on your grave.

Seemed only fair.

Yeah,
that does seem fair.

I'm not proud of myself.

I, uh, I had Robbie buried
with his penis,

you know, that you--
you bit off,

shoved up his ass.

I was vulgar.
I'm a vulgar woman.

Anger and grief have-- have
really just made me vulgar.

I--

Laura, I found out
that you and Robbie

were dead and having an affair
in the same sentence.

Maybe it wasn't
the same sentence.

It was the same breath.

Might have been
a run-on sentence.

God, you know,
I should thank you.

I should
thank both of you.

It's so much easier
grieving someone

when you're glad
they're dead.

[fly buzzes]

Thoughtful of you
to make us a scrapbook.

Fuck you, Laura.

I make scrapbooks

because memories lie.

I wish I had a picture
of you fucking Robbie

for the album.

I'd glue it down,
glitter it,

give it a little
pipe cleaner matte.

- I feel terrible.
- Oh, fuck your feelings.

Everyone has feelings.

Everyone cares
about what they feel.

I don't care about
what you feel.

I care
about what you think.

What do you think
about what you did?

I think I did a shitty thing.

I think I fucked you over,

but I did not mean
to fuck you over.

It wasn't even about you.

Yeah, why would it be?

God, I thought
you were my best friend.

Robbie and I
had a fight,

you'd be the first
one to know,

and all the time
you were fucking him

- behind my back.
- Not all the time.

You lied to me about it.

You open your mouth,
and lies come spitting out.

I told one lie.

In all of this, I told
one big umbrella lie

under which there were
many smaller lies.

And what was your
big lie, Laura?

I told Shadow
that I could wait for him.

[fly buzzing]

Um...

listen, I know

you're really pissed
at me right now.

But I kind of need
to borrow your car.

"Laura Moon, age 27,
of Eagle Point, Indiana,

"was killed in the early
hours of Wednesday morning

"in an automobile accident.

"Laura loved her work,

her friends,
and her family."

Are you fucking kidding me?

Who wrote this shit?

There's little
to no effort here.

"She loved her work,
her friends, and her family"?

That's just lazy.
That's fucking lazy writing,

and it's not entirely true.

Shitty obituary.

Well, you had
a shitty obituary

'cause you had
a shitty life.

You were shitty.

I was not that shitty.

How could you
live with yourself--

I mean, when you were
actually living?

Well, evidently
I couldn't.

How do you think you're
going to live with Shadow?

Presumably your stalking him

will come to some
sort of fruition.

I mean, what then?
What, happy family?

Little zombie baby?
Like, a zombie dog?

I'll have my own
private sunshine.

Laura, you wiped your ass
with that sunshine.

Shadow deserves
better than you.

I love Shadow--
loved Shadow--

love Shadow.

I love Shadow.

He's the light
of my life.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

What?

You did not love him
when you were alive.

Come on.
Not love him love him.

He was like a pet.

There's a reason
you called him Puppy.

Yeah. Well, I love him now.

[gasp]

[tires screech]

You I remember.

We are a small
family-owned funeral home.

What we provide
is continuity.

There has been an Ibis
and Jacquel in business
here for 200 years.

Pins for the bones.

Threads for the muscles.

Paint for the skin.

We need to tend to your
flesh as best we can

as it can't tend
to itself anymore.

Care and maintenance is
needed for your dead body.

[cat meows]

However, there is
nothing we can do

to lighten
your heavy heart.

Uh, don't move.

You're still tacky.

Your heavy heart
sank you like a stone

right back where you
last left off.

Lived a life interrupted.

Was it love?

It wasn't.

But I suppose
it is now.

That is unfortunate.

Love will always have you
at a disadvantage.

Well, I think being dead
has made a disadvantage.

Uh, many is the man

who would take any version
of his lost love

rather than leave
his love lost.

He will say thank you

to whatever god
sent you back to him.

When you are done...

I will complete my task

and deliver you
on to darkness.

**

[buzzing]

Hi, Puppy.