All language subtitles for American.Gods.S03E03.Ashes.and.Demons.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTG

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.

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 was The 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.

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.

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, broken plants.

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

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.

Could you pass these out?

Um, and then at
the end of the day,

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

And, um, I'll get
them developed.

I can expedite that
through our store.

- Thank you for that...
- Yeah.

Walk carefully,
look where you step.

If you see anything that
seems outta place, just report it.

A retreat.

Maybe she transposed
the numbers on the card?

Maybe she... is the owner

or... an investor?

Just like Demeter?

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?

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, 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?

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... 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

I've been looking
for, an opportunity

to talk to you about the

the other day
down at the station.

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

somebody who's African American.

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

idea...

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,

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.

Sorry.

Instagram's taking over my life.

What these people
will do to get followers.

You have no idea.

I'm here to see Demeter.

All right. Is that a
first or last name?

It's the whole name.

Like Beyoncé?

Precisely.

You know Demeter, Janice.

From Mount Olympus?

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, what are the residents

of Haven Glen
Retreat retreating from?

Reality, mostly.

Hello, darling.

Ouh!

Go away, Ofnir.

You okay, sir?

It's, 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... 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.

- And I'm guessing...
- Yeah.

I had them all put in

when we had that
attempted break-in

the other night.

You're not gonna let that go?

Okay, 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
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?

Well, I had a lotta time in...

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.

"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.

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 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.
- And...

As long as you're
going to the library...

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.-...

And, with all due respect, sir,

Miss Wells didn't seem
all that glad to see you.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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?

She decided to stay in the room

and watch cartoons.

I can't believe

you told them it was closed.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

That's my girl.

Hey, I was looking for you.

I just left a note with Leon.

You going somewhere?

Yeah. I gotta go to New York

to see a friend.

- Still no word?
- No.

They have a couple more
search parties out today, but...

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,

what a charlatan he is?

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.
- 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?

Not for my money?

Well, I know, I know that you're

beating the drum for some war.

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?

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?

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.

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?

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.

I am free