American Gods (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Episode #3.3 - full transcript
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 ou'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!
Oh God!
Quick get some water!
God Himself.
Oh, God, please.
*AMERICAN GODS*
Season 03 Episode 03
Episode Title: "Ashes and Demons"
Aired on: January 24, 2021
Sync corrections by srjanapala
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,
by Blood 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.
Ouh!
Go away, Ofnir.
You okay, sir?
Oh!
It's, uh... it's been
a long time.
Not long enough.
Everything's fine, Hank.
Go... away.
Could you get one
of your employees
to take over for a while,
so we can go somewhere
and chat quietly?
Here you are, Miss Wells.
I don't own this
place, Ofnir.
I'm a patient here.
So... oh, do, do, do, do.
Too wet, too wet.
So, Chad says that that was
the fourth burglary
reported this month.
So I thought maybe
you could use some of these.
Ah.
- And I'm guessing...
- Yeah.
I had them all put in
when we had that
attempted break-in
the other night.
Oh, you're not gonna
let that go, huh?
Okay, uh, well then,
I guess I will just take
these back to Hinzelmann's.
I'm making tea.
- You want some?
- Yeah. Please.
Herbal okay?
Thank you.
Mind if I take a look?
Knock yourself out.
I keep buying
all of these great books,
thinking I'm actually
gonna have time
to read them
one of these days.
Well, if you get the chance,
I recommend anything
by Dennis Lehane.
- You take honey?
- Yes, please.
Herodotus: The Histories.
Wooh...
Found that one challenging,
but worth it.
Wow. Where do you
find the time?
Uh, well, I had a lotta time in...
Uh, in... somnia.
You know, in fact, if you have
anything that's really boring
you wouldn't mind
loaning me,
I'm trying to render
myself unconscious.
I've got just the thing.
You just have
to promise
to return it to
the library on time.
- Lakeside City Journal.
- Uh-huh.
"2000 to 2004."
I was researching a story.
I've also got 2005 to 2018.
- I am already sleepy.
- Right?
I'm the editor
of the goddamn newspaper
and I couldn't
keep my eyes open.
I think Alison's gonna
turn up.
I hope you're right.
I'm sure of it.
Hey, Mom.
Oh, hey.
Leon, this is...
I thought you said
you didn't like him.
We just got off
on the wrong foot.
Mike, this is
my youngest, Leon.
Leon, this is Mike.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Why don't you get started
on your homework?
Dinner'll be ready
in a half-hour.
I guess I should go.
Um, I'll let you guys
have dinner.
Thanks for the tea.
Thanks for
the added security...
Attempt at added security.
- You're welcome.
- Oh, and...
As long as you're going
to the library...
Uh-huh. Well, okay.
Sure they're not
gonna put me in a coma?
No guarantees.
I'll get the door.
Look, Mr. Wednesday, I...
Just
Wednesday to you, Hank.
I'd love to accommodate
your request, really I would,
but I can't just release
Miss Wells into your custody.
- That's not how it works.
- Not even for true love?
No, unfortunately not.
She's under the care of
a court-appointed conservator.
Here.
Larry Hutchinson.
- He's the one you need to talk to.
- Hmm...
And, with all due
respect, sir,
Miss Wells didn't seem
all that glad to see you.
Oh, I shouldn't have
taken her by surprise.
I should've remembered
she always hated surprises.
The light is out.
I have lost.
They have stripped me
of my dignity.
I have the right
to liberty or dignity.
Their greed
will swallow me whole.
Come find me, Shadow Moon.
Who the fuck are you?
Is she supposed
to be here already?
Not as far as I know.
'Cause no one told me.
And I'm supposed to go on break.
Anybody wanna tell me
what the deal is here?
Maybe I should call upstairs.
- Hello?
- Why?
To find out that nobody knows
anything about anything
except it's
someone else's fault?
You already know that.
That's why they
call it Purgatory.
Um, hey, I'm talking to you.
Working in Hell
would be a promotion.
Are you fucking people deaf?
- Hi.
- Who are you?
AV Guy.
1940's usherette.
The 1940's thing
has nothing to do with you.
This is just...
what they gave me.
We're your facilitators.
Okay. Well, how about
you facilitate me
the fuck outta here?
Well, first you need to
acknowledge reality.
Like it says in your pamphlet.
Yeah. I... I already
threw that thing
in the face of another
stupid fucking idiot.
Will ya listen to
the potty mouth on this one.
Oh, creeping Mother of Christ,
please tell me
we are not doing
The Life of Laura Moon.
You might learn
something.
Do the words "rest in peace"
mean nothing to you people?
It was my fucking life.
I lived it with
my eyes wide open.
There's nothing
to rehash. Period.
Over and out.
And, by the way, who here
is such a fucking
expert on my life
that this little shit show's
even gonna make any sense?
- Here you go.
- I'm tired.
That would be you.
Kiddo.
Welcome to
the Midwesterner Motel.
Okay. Just give me
one more second.
That's my dad.
Oh, he's so young.
My apologies, there's only one
non-smoking room left.
A double queen, which is...
50 more a night.
Gee,
that's a little steep.
Considering my daughter's allergies,
I... figured it didn't hurt to ask,
right?
Oh, she's so adorable.
I'll just slip you
in that room.
Don't you worry.
Yeah, I know.
I was there for fucksake.
Shh! It's better
if you just watch.
Let me tell you how this went.
While my dad was chatting up
the hotel clerk,
I was working
a different angle.
I was really pissed at my mom
for not coming with us.
Are you here for
the state fair, as well?
I wish.
Visiting family.
Here are the
keys to your room.
Enjoy your stay.
Okay, kiddo.
Looks like we got
two queen-size beds.
So, to get back at my mom,
I said to my dad,
"Maybe you should help
the pretty lady with her bags."
Excuse me, Miss.
Which of course he did,
in a heartbeat
because she's hot
and he's... "helpful".
Turns out we were all staying
on the same floor.
So, being a kid, I asked,
since they have a pool,
"Dad, can we go swimming?"
I don't see why not.
You wanna come?
I don't wanna intrude
on family time.
Oh, you're not intruding.
Is she, Dad?
Not one bit.
But once it was time
to go swimming,
I told Dad
I'd changed my mind.
I just wanted to stay
in the room and watch cartoons.
But I told him that
he should go without me.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Where's your daughter?
Oh, she decided
to stay in the room
and watch cartoons.
I can't believe
you told them
it was closed.
Oh, well, we got the pool to
ourselves, though, didn't we?
- Yes.
- So, then it worked.
Well, good night.
Good night.
After their swim,
the fun continued.
Dad called "Marco".
She said "Polo",
and that was that.
Dad was so into this chick,
he didn't even
notice me snooping.
I've gotta get
out of these wet clothes.
Don't go anywhere.
Okay,
you go ahead and do that.
I'm gonna
make you a drink.
What do you want?
Weird choice of music,
but whatever.
I'll have
whatever you're having.
What's that? I can't...
You know what?
I can't hear ya.
I'm just gonna
make something.
I'm gonna make you
a surprise.
You are so cute!
And then, it was all
downhill from there.
It really is better
if you just watch.
I think maybe we could just
fast-forward through the rest.
And then you can give me
my get-out-of-Purgatory-free
card and we can part friends.
We don't actually make deals.
Beautiful work, Cordelia.
A remarkable facsimile
of the original document.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You said 1779,
but I figured you meant 1979.
Just feels like
250 years sometimes.
Is she really your wife?
- Would I lie to you?
- Honestly?
I don't know.
Demeter is most
certainly my wife
and also one of the most
remarkable creatures
to ever grace this planet.
Hmm, her beauty only
matched by her keen wit,
droll sense of humor,
and generosity of spirit.
Wow.
Where did you ever
meet this...
- goddess?
- Goddess is right.
On a small,
unprepossessing farm
in rural...
Sorry.
It's Wisconsin.
Probably your son.
Oh, and I wonder
how Shadow got the number.
I gave it to him
at the memorial.
Chummy, aren't we?
I just thought he might need
to get in touch with you.
Should I send it to voicemail?
No, the moment has been lost.
Carry on.
Hello?
Yeah, I'm good.
He wants to talk to you.
- Hi.
- Hey.
I need to see Bilquis.
Any idea where
I can find her?
Oh, I'm fine. Thank you
for asking, son.
And how are you?
I just saw you a few days ago.
A lot can happen
in a few days.
Bilquis, do you know
where she is?
I do. And would you find out
what happened
with Technical Boy
if you see her?
Technical Boy?
You know this how?
You know what?
It doesn't even matter.
I just need to speak to her.
It's about your
dreams, isn't it?
Her address, please.
New York City.
1860 East 20th Street,
Apartment 12C.
And if...
"How sharper than
the serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless child."
Forty years.
Impressive.
Hmm.
Odd that Miss Wells never
mentioned she was married.
We thought we had the key
to an enduring union...
cherishing the spaces
in our relationship.
Sadly, a few screws went loose
during our last sabbatical.
- Indeed.
- Mm.
Trying to convince the judge
that prancing around
in public stark naked...
comports with her status
as a "goddess"
is pretty out there.
Well, nudity is not lewdity,
as they say.
Well...
As you know,
Judge Trakes appointed me
Miss Wells' conservator
in the absence of
any family members.
Oh, she's obviously been
well cared for.
For that, I will be
forever grateful.
I just hope she's not been
a burden on the state,
financially.
Heavens, no.
Your wife's capacity
may be diminished,
but her portfolio
is robust.
Oh, that's my girl.
Hey, I was looking for you.
I just left a note
with Leon.
Oh, you going somewhere?
Yeah. I gotta go
to New York
to see a friend.
- Still no word, huh?
- No.
They have a couple more search
parties out today, but, uh...
Nothing so far.
- You okay?
- Yeah, you know, it's just...
The longer she's gone...
Stay safe.
Fuck have you been?
Batteries were dead.
Took a while finding
some new ones.
Things have a way of
getting lost around here.
Well, scary movie's
almost over.
And then with any luck,
you guys'll be lost as well.
Okay, so...
Dad fucked everything in sight
except for Mom.
Mom paid him back in kind,
tit for tat.
And if there is
a God in heaven,
I will not have to
sit here and watch that.
I followed in
my father's fucksteps
with every broken boy
I could find.
If they weren't broken already,
then they were once I was
finished with them.
I got married.
Um...
Royally fucked that up.
Died.
And here we are!
So...
What have we
learned here today?
Not a fucking thing.
I could've told you before
I ever got to this shithole
that I am the architect
of every fucked-up thing
that ever happened in my life.
That's on me.
I'm aware of that.
I'm... I'm okay with that.
I aided and abetted
my dad's sport fucking,
which led to my mom's
revenge fucking.
His drinking, her drinking.
I became my dad,
did my own fucking fucking,
fucked up my marriage
and my life.
The end.
Tell me something
I don't fucking know.
You've really wasted
your time here.
And Grandpa's time,
and mine.
On bullshit that is not only obvious,
but redundantly obvious.
This whole place
is kinda just
a bunch of fucking
hallways to nowhere.
If you already know
all the answers,
what is it that
you're still so angry about?
Sanctimonious fuckheads
like you.
What's wrong with me?
When I saw this,
all I could think of was you,
standing in that field,
with the sun
setting behind you
on that farm
in Pennsylvania.
I don't need new clothes,
Ofnir.
It's for our court appearance,
my love.
I don't need flowers
or chocolates.
Well, we have to explain
that your husband's back
and able to take
care of you,
so the judge can transfer
the conservatorship back to me
and we can get you
the hell out of here.
You're not listening
to me.
As for that guy, Hutchinson,
huh, what a charlatan
he is, huh?
You know, he actually
admitted to me...
- Well, you never did.
- That he is the conservator
for at least half-a-dozen
"residents" in here.
And I found out that he owns
half this place.
You know, I'd give him
high marks for conmanship
if it wasn't
such a personal matter.
I don't wanna leave.
- No, you can't mean that.
- Oh, I mean it.
I am my true self here.
People accept me
as a goddess.
They actually worship me.
I had forgotten
how good that feels.
You tell the loons in here
you're the Lizard King,
they'd worship you.
We are gods, you and I.
And this is a mental
institution, not a temple.
And what's going on in here
is sacrilege.
And the sooner
we get you outta here
and off your meds,
you'll realize that.
Now, why are you here,
Ofnir?
- Well, for you.
- For me?
- Mm.
- Ah.
- Not for my money?
- Oh.
Well, I know,
I know that you're
beating the drum
for some war.
Hmm... And wars
are expensive.
Just...
just be honest with me.
If you're honest with me,
I'll go with you.
- Trick question.
- It's asked of a trickster.
I say I'm here guided
by my undying love for you,
you'll call me a liar and say
where the hell have you been
for the last 250 years?
Hmm, that you're incapable
of loving anyone but yourself.
If I say I'm here
for your money,
then you'll call me a
craven, acquisitive heel.
No, no, we both know
each other too well
- for me to fall for that bait.
- Nah.
There was a time
when I knew you or thought I did.
But... And now,
when I look at you,
I see a god who has grown
old and... and desperate.
The question is,
what are you desperate for?
Ah. Say nothing.
Do nothing.
Just watch.
Excuse me, Miss.
That looks heavy.
Mind if I give you
a hand with that?
Thank you.
A real gentleman.
Does this pretty little girl
know that her daddy
is an endangered species?
Okay. Come on, sweetie.
You're so
sweet to carry that.
I'm here for
my sister's birthday,
but they have a tiny place,
so I decided to stay here.
Well, this is me.
We're right down there.
That pool downstairs
sure looks inviting.
Would you ladies like
to go for a swim?
I could be persuaded.
That is,
if I wouldn't be intruding.
Not at all.
I'll just get changed.
Come get me
when you're ready.
Okay.
Come on, sweetie.
So, I didn't see
a kid's pool down there.
So it's okay if you want to stay in
the hotel room and watch cartoons.
There might even be
some candy in the mini-bar.
How's that sound?
- Okay.
- Okay.
I've gotta get
out of these wet clothes.
Don't go anywhere.
Okay,
you go ahead and do that.
I'm gonna make you a drink.
What do you want?
I'll... I'll have
whatever you're having.
What's that? You know what?
I can't hear ya.
I'm just gonna make something.
I'm gonna make you
a surprise.
You are so cute!
I was just a little kid.
I was just a little kid.
Who wasn't the architect of
every fucked-up thing in your life.
Or the one who ruined
your parents' marriage.
There wasn't anything wrong
with me.
They should've
protected you.
I mean, it would've been great
if I'd have known that
before I started
fucking up my own life.
Or, you know,
while I was still alive.
Well, now you know.
Yeah.
Great.
Are we done here?
Cool.
Okay.
♪ The air that I breathe ♪
♪ The wind through the trees ♪
♪ Come and save me ♪
♪ I'm real
I'm so real ♪
Bilquis?
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♪ Dearly beloved ♪
♪ We are gathered here today ♪
♪ To hold on to our hearts ♪
♪ As this soul drifts away ♪
♪ Ashes return to ashes ♪
♪ Dirt turns to dirt ♪
♪ And it's left to those
still stirring ♪
♪ To carry all the hurt ♪
♪ But I am free ♪
♪ I am free ♪
♪ Oh I am free ♪
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 ou'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!
Oh God!
Quick get some water!
God Himself.
Oh, God, please.
*AMERICAN GODS*
Season 03 Episode 03
Episode Title: "Ashes and Demons"
Aired on: January 24, 2021
Sync corrections by srjanapala
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,
by Blood 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.
Ouh!
Go away, Ofnir.
You okay, sir?
Oh!
It's, uh... it's been
a long time.
Not long enough.
Everything's fine, Hank.
Go... away.
Could you get one
of your employees
to take over for a while,
so we can go somewhere
and chat quietly?
Here you are, Miss Wells.
I don't own this
place, Ofnir.
I'm a patient here.
So... oh, do, do, do, do.
Too wet, too wet.
So, Chad says that that was
the fourth burglary
reported this month.
So I thought maybe
you could use some of these.
Ah.
- And I'm guessing...
- Yeah.
I had them all put in
when we had that
attempted break-in
the other night.
Oh, you're not gonna
let that go, huh?
Okay, uh, well then,
I guess I will just take
these back to Hinzelmann's.
I'm making tea.
- You want some?
- Yeah. Please.
Herbal okay?
Thank you.
Mind if I take a look?
Knock yourself out.
I keep buying
all of these great books,
thinking I'm actually
gonna have time
to read them
one of these days.
Well, if you get the chance,
I recommend anything
by Dennis Lehane.
- You take honey?
- Yes, please.
Herodotus: The Histories.
Wooh...
Found that one challenging,
but worth it.
Wow. Where do you
find the time?
Uh, well, I had a lotta time in...
Uh, in... somnia.
You know, in fact, if you have
anything that's really boring
you wouldn't mind
loaning me,
I'm trying to render
myself unconscious.
I've got just the thing.
You just have
to promise
to return it to
the library on time.
- Lakeside City Journal.
- Uh-huh.
"2000 to 2004."
I was researching a story.
I've also got 2005 to 2018.
- I am already sleepy.
- Right?
I'm the editor
of the goddamn newspaper
and I couldn't
keep my eyes open.
I think Alison's gonna
turn up.
I hope you're right.
I'm sure of it.
Hey, Mom.
Oh, hey.
Leon, this is...
I thought you said
you didn't like him.
We just got off
on the wrong foot.
Mike, this is
my youngest, Leon.
Leon, this is Mike.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Why don't you get started
on your homework?
Dinner'll be ready
in a half-hour.
I guess I should go.
Um, I'll let you guys
have dinner.
Thanks for the tea.
Thanks for
the added security...
Attempt at added security.
- You're welcome.
- Oh, and...
As long as you're going
to the library...
Uh-huh. Well, okay.
Sure they're not
gonna put me in a coma?
No guarantees.
I'll get the door.
Look, Mr. Wednesday, I...
Just
Wednesday to you, Hank.
I'd love to accommodate
your request, really I would,
but I can't just release
Miss Wells into your custody.
- That's not how it works.
- Not even for true love?
No, unfortunately not.
She's under the care of
a court-appointed conservator.
Here.
Larry Hutchinson.
- He's the one you need to talk to.
- Hmm...
And, with all due
respect, sir,
Miss Wells didn't seem
all that glad to see you.
Oh, I shouldn't have
taken her by surprise.
I should've remembered
she always hated surprises.
The light is out.
I have lost.
They have stripped me
of my dignity.
I have the right
to liberty or dignity.
Their greed
will swallow me whole.
Come find me, Shadow Moon.
Who the fuck are you?
Is she supposed
to be here already?
Not as far as I know.
'Cause no one told me.
And I'm supposed to go on break.
Anybody wanna tell me
what the deal is here?
Maybe I should call upstairs.
- Hello?
- Why?
To find out that nobody knows
anything about anything
except it's
someone else's fault?
You already know that.
That's why they
call it Purgatory.
Um, hey, I'm talking to you.
Working in Hell
would be a promotion.
Are you fucking people deaf?
- Hi.
- Who are you?
AV Guy.
1940's usherette.
The 1940's thing
has nothing to do with you.
This is just...
what they gave me.
We're your facilitators.
Okay. Well, how about
you facilitate me
the fuck outta here?
Well, first you need to
acknowledge reality.
Like it says in your pamphlet.
Yeah. I... I already
threw that thing
in the face of another
stupid fucking idiot.
Will ya listen to
the potty mouth on this one.
Oh, creeping Mother of Christ,
please tell me
we are not doing
The Life of Laura Moon.
You might learn
something.
Do the words "rest in peace"
mean nothing to you people?
It was my fucking life.
I lived it with
my eyes wide open.
There's nothing
to rehash. Period.
Over and out.
And, by the way, who here
is such a fucking
expert on my life
that this little shit show's
even gonna make any sense?
- Here you go.
- I'm tired.
That would be you.
Kiddo.
Welcome to
the Midwesterner Motel.
Okay. Just give me
one more second.
That's my dad.
Oh, he's so young.
My apologies, there's only one
non-smoking room left.
A double queen, which is...
50 more a night.
Gee,
that's a little steep.
Considering my daughter's allergies,
I... figured it didn't hurt to ask,
right?
Oh, she's so adorable.
I'll just slip you
in that room.
Don't you worry.
Yeah, I know.
I was there for fucksake.
Shh! It's better
if you just watch.
Let me tell you how this went.
While my dad was chatting up
the hotel clerk,
I was working
a different angle.
I was really pissed at my mom
for not coming with us.
Are you here for
the state fair, as well?
I wish.
Visiting family.
Here are the
keys to your room.
Enjoy your stay.
Okay, kiddo.
Looks like we got
two queen-size beds.
So, to get back at my mom,
I said to my dad,
"Maybe you should help
the pretty lady with her bags."
Excuse me, Miss.
Which of course he did,
in a heartbeat
because she's hot
and he's... "helpful".
Turns out we were all staying
on the same floor.
So, being a kid, I asked,
since they have a pool,
"Dad, can we go swimming?"
I don't see why not.
You wanna come?
I don't wanna intrude
on family time.
Oh, you're not intruding.
Is she, Dad?
Not one bit.
But once it was time
to go swimming,
I told Dad
I'd changed my mind.
I just wanted to stay
in the room and watch cartoons.
But I told him that
he should go without me.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Where's your daughter?
Oh, she decided
to stay in the room
and watch cartoons.
I can't believe
you told them
it was closed.
Oh, well, we got the pool to
ourselves, though, didn't we?
- Yes.
- So, then it worked.
Well, good night.
Good night.
After their swim,
the fun continued.
Dad called "Marco".
She said "Polo",
and that was that.
Dad was so into this chick,
he didn't even
notice me snooping.
I've gotta get
out of these wet clothes.
Don't go anywhere.
Okay,
you go ahead and do that.
I'm gonna
make you a drink.
What do you want?
Weird choice of music,
but whatever.
I'll have
whatever you're having.
What's that? I can't...
You know what?
I can't hear ya.
I'm just gonna
make something.
I'm gonna make you
a surprise.
You are so cute!
And then, it was all
downhill from there.
It really is better
if you just watch.
I think maybe we could just
fast-forward through the rest.
And then you can give me
my get-out-of-Purgatory-free
card and we can part friends.
We don't actually make deals.
Beautiful work, Cordelia.
A remarkable facsimile
of the original document.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You said 1779,
but I figured you meant 1979.
Just feels like
250 years sometimes.
Is she really your wife?
- Would I lie to you?
- Honestly?
I don't know.
Demeter is most
certainly my wife
and also one of the most
remarkable creatures
to ever grace this planet.
Hmm, her beauty only
matched by her keen wit,
droll sense of humor,
and generosity of spirit.
Wow.
Where did you ever
meet this...
- goddess?
- Goddess is right.
On a small,
unprepossessing farm
in rural...
Sorry.
It's Wisconsin.
Probably your son.
Oh, and I wonder
how Shadow got the number.
I gave it to him
at the memorial.
Chummy, aren't we?
I just thought he might need
to get in touch with you.
Should I send it to voicemail?
No, the moment has been lost.
Carry on.
Hello?
Yeah, I'm good.
He wants to talk to you.
- Hi.
- Hey.
I need to see Bilquis.
Any idea where
I can find her?
Oh, I'm fine. Thank you
for asking, son.
And how are you?
I just saw you a few days ago.
A lot can happen
in a few days.
Bilquis, do you know
where she is?
I do. And would you find out
what happened
with Technical Boy
if you see her?
Technical Boy?
You know this how?
You know what?
It doesn't even matter.
I just need to speak to her.
It's about your
dreams, isn't it?
Her address, please.
New York City.
1860 East 20th Street,
Apartment 12C.
And if...
"How sharper than
the serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless child."
Forty years.
Impressive.
Hmm.
Odd that Miss Wells never
mentioned she was married.
We thought we had the key
to an enduring union...
cherishing the spaces
in our relationship.
Sadly, a few screws went loose
during our last sabbatical.
- Indeed.
- Mm.
Trying to convince the judge
that prancing around
in public stark naked...
comports with her status
as a "goddess"
is pretty out there.
Well, nudity is not lewdity,
as they say.
Well...
As you know,
Judge Trakes appointed me
Miss Wells' conservator
in the absence of
any family members.
Oh, she's obviously been
well cared for.
For that, I will be
forever grateful.
I just hope she's not been
a burden on the state,
financially.
Heavens, no.
Your wife's capacity
may be diminished,
but her portfolio
is robust.
Oh, that's my girl.
Hey, I was looking for you.
I just left a note
with Leon.
Oh, you going somewhere?
Yeah. I gotta go
to New York
to see a friend.
- Still no word, huh?
- No.
They have a couple more search
parties out today, but, uh...
Nothing so far.
- You okay?
- Yeah, you know, it's just...
The longer she's gone...
Stay safe.
Fuck have you been?
Batteries were dead.
Took a while finding
some new ones.
Things have a way of
getting lost around here.
Well, scary movie's
almost over.
And then with any luck,
you guys'll be lost as well.
Okay, so...
Dad fucked everything in sight
except for Mom.
Mom paid him back in kind,
tit for tat.
And if there is
a God in heaven,
I will not have to
sit here and watch that.
I followed in
my father's fucksteps
with every broken boy
I could find.
If they weren't broken already,
then they were once I was
finished with them.
I got married.
Um...
Royally fucked that up.
Died.
And here we are!
So...
What have we
learned here today?
Not a fucking thing.
I could've told you before
I ever got to this shithole
that I am the architect
of every fucked-up thing
that ever happened in my life.
That's on me.
I'm aware of that.
I'm... I'm okay with that.
I aided and abetted
my dad's sport fucking,
which led to my mom's
revenge fucking.
His drinking, her drinking.
I became my dad,
did my own fucking fucking,
fucked up my marriage
and my life.
The end.
Tell me something
I don't fucking know.
You've really wasted
your time here.
And Grandpa's time,
and mine.
On bullshit that is not only obvious,
but redundantly obvious.
This whole place
is kinda just
a bunch of fucking
hallways to nowhere.
If you already know
all the answers,
what is it that
you're still so angry about?
Sanctimonious fuckheads
like you.
What's wrong with me?
When I saw this,
all I could think of was you,
standing in that field,
with the sun
setting behind you
on that farm
in Pennsylvania.
I don't need new clothes,
Ofnir.
It's for our court appearance,
my love.
I don't need flowers
or chocolates.
Well, we have to explain
that your husband's back
and able to take
care of you,
so the judge can transfer
the conservatorship back to me
and we can get you
the hell out of here.
You're not listening
to me.
As for that guy, Hutchinson,
huh, what a charlatan
he is, huh?
You know, he actually
admitted to me...
- Well, you never did.
- That he is the conservator
for at least half-a-dozen
"residents" in here.
And I found out that he owns
half this place.
You know, I'd give him
high marks for conmanship
if it wasn't
such a personal matter.
I don't wanna leave.
- No, you can't mean that.
- Oh, I mean it.
I am my true self here.
People accept me
as a goddess.
They actually worship me.
I had forgotten
how good that feels.
You tell the loons in here
you're the Lizard King,
they'd worship you.
We are gods, you and I.
And this is a mental
institution, not a temple.
And what's going on in here
is sacrilege.
And the sooner
we get you outta here
and off your meds,
you'll realize that.
Now, why are you here,
Ofnir?
- Well, for you.
- For me?
- Mm.
- Ah.
- Not for my money?
- Oh.
Well, I know,
I know that you're
beating the drum
for some war.
Hmm... And wars
are expensive.
Just...
just be honest with me.
If you're honest with me,
I'll go with you.
- Trick question.
- It's asked of a trickster.
I say I'm here guided
by my undying love for you,
you'll call me a liar and say
where the hell have you been
for the last 250 years?
Hmm, that you're incapable
of loving anyone but yourself.
If I say I'm here
for your money,
then you'll call me a
craven, acquisitive heel.
No, no, we both know
each other too well
- for me to fall for that bait.
- Nah.
There was a time
when I knew you or thought I did.
But... And now,
when I look at you,
I see a god who has grown
old and... and desperate.
The question is,
what are you desperate for?
Ah. Say nothing.
Do nothing.
Just watch.
Excuse me, Miss.
That looks heavy.
Mind if I give you
a hand with that?
Thank you.
A real gentleman.
Does this pretty little girl
know that her daddy
is an endangered species?
Okay. Come on, sweetie.
You're so
sweet to carry that.
I'm here for
my sister's birthday,
but they have a tiny place,
so I decided to stay here.
Well, this is me.
We're right down there.
That pool downstairs
sure looks inviting.
Would you ladies like
to go for a swim?
I could be persuaded.
That is,
if I wouldn't be intruding.
Not at all.
I'll just get changed.
Come get me
when you're ready.
Okay.
Come on, sweetie.
So, I didn't see
a kid's pool down there.
So it's okay if you want to stay in
the hotel room and watch cartoons.
There might even be
some candy in the mini-bar.
How's that sound?
- Okay.
- Okay.
I've gotta get
out of these wet clothes.
Don't go anywhere.
Okay,
you go ahead and do that.
I'm gonna make you a drink.
What do you want?
I'll... I'll have
whatever you're having.
What's that? You know what?
I can't hear ya.
I'm just gonna make something.
I'm gonna make you
a surprise.
You are so cute!
I was just a little kid.
I was just a little kid.
Who wasn't the architect of
every fucked-up thing in your life.
Or the one who ruined
your parents' marriage.
There wasn't anything wrong
with me.
They should've
protected you.
I mean, it would've been great
if I'd have known that
before I started
fucking up my own life.
Or, you know,
while I was still alive.
Well, now you know.
Yeah.
Great.
Are we done here?
Cool.
Okay.
♪ The air that I breathe ♪
♪ The wind through the trees ♪
♪ Come and save me ♪
♪ I'm real
I'm so real ♪
Bilquis?
Sync corrections by srjanapala
♪ Dearly beloved ♪
♪ We are gathered here today ♪
♪ To hold on to our hearts ♪
♪ As this soul drifts away ♪
♪ Ashes return to ashes ♪
♪ Dirt turns to dirt ♪
♪ And it's left to those
still stirring ♪
♪ To carry all the hurt ♪
♪ But I am free ♪
♪ I am free ♪
♪ Oh I am free ♪