All language subtitles for American Gods (2017) - S03E05 - Sister Rising [Bluray-1080p][10bit][x265][AAC 5.1]-RARBG.en-en

Demeter is most
certainly my wife.

- Why are you here, ofnir?
- Well, for you.

Not for my money?

As you know, judge trakes appointed me
Ms. Wells' conservator.

That guy hutchinson,
what a charlatan he is.

If you want proof of the "stringing him up
by the balls" variety,

I'm gonna need access to his computer.

Shit. I'm alive.

Sweeney's dead and it's my fault.

They're cremating the remains.

Hey! You're not going north
by any chance, are you?

Some whack-job berserker
named Johan

blew up the biker bar
while your dad was inside.

We're checking him into a hospital now.

- It's a nuthouse.
- It's about fucking time.

Bilquis fucked me up.

I need her to unfuck whatever it is
that she did to me.

She's in hoboken!

We can't risk her becoming
an intelligence asset to someone else.

I am not alone. I am not alone.

In the summer of 1893,

on the shores of lake Michigan,

the United States took
its place on the global stage.

Not through war, but through
technological innovation.

The world's columbian exposition

also introduced the Ferris wheel,

the moving sidewalk, juicy fruit gum,

and cracker Jacks.

All things seemed possible
as technology leapt into the modern age.

The future looked brighter than ever.

And, in its shadow,

hucksters, con men, and grifters
plied their craft as they had

since the dawn of civilization.

A three-headed serpent,

smuggled from the darkest
corners of the orient...

Have your tickets ready!

Oh!

- Yes! Yes!
- Huh?

Right this way,
ladies and gentlemen.

The next performance
begins in five minutes!

The mystic arts tempt

even the stoutest hearts.

Magic can be mastered only

by those with steadfast courage...

And unassailable integrity.

But in the hands of a true master,

the laws of physics and of nature

come unbound.

I've seen this one.
Your handkerchief is inside.

Charming boy.

No, no, no, wait. The show is not over.

There are still mysteries... to reveal.

You're guaranteed to be amazed
by this new technological marvel!

It's guaranteed to render steam power
completely obsolete.

Step right up!

Write something else!

Um, at this stage,

my automaton is only capable
of writing a single message.

There are over 7,000 moving parts,

each working together to create...

Thank you.

Um, what you have just witnessed is, um,

a symbol of potential actualized
through... thank you.

Thank you for coming!

Nice show.

Obliged. Mister...?

Maximillian the magnificent.

Master of all prestige and wonder,
at your service.

Buy you a drink?

Uh, thank you, I'm a son of temperance.
Ohio chapter.

I sympathize entirely.

An entertainer must retain
his mental acuities.

I am not an entertainer.

Oh?

Yeah. I'm a student of the technological
and mechanical arts.

I... I would be in the machinery hall,
not out here,

if I hadn't misplaced my application.

Maybe, maybe not.

Well, the way I see it,

this fancy machine of yours,

it's a one-trick pony.

A... a fine trick, sure, but...

It's a little high for its nut.

This is the first of its kind.

In the future, machines just like this
will perform all of our menial tasks.

It... this... this is
the precursor to change.

It's... it's incredible.

Yeah, um... maybe, maybe.

But people... people have to buy
what you're selling.

No one's running home
to rave about a glorified clock,

not when you're competing
with the greatest exhibitions

the world has ever seen.

What this lacks is dazzle.

How much did you invest?

- My-my life savings.
- Oh.

Well, redesigning it to perform
other tasks would take months.

I-I would have to shut down
for the rest of the fair.

"Redesign"?

Kid, all you need's a spark
to ignite their imagination.

Turn this automat thingy of yours
into a real ially—cooler.

Even the great Edison

claimed he'd invented the light bulb
before he actually did it.

Like all innovators,

he understood sometimes
you gotta fake it...

Till you make it.

Checkmate.

Make way, ladies and gentlemen.

Sir, step aside.

Behold the secrets of the future!

- There's a man under there!
- He's a fraud!

It's a hoax!

Now, now!

Now, now, ladies and gentlemen!

If you really want honest entertainment,

please just step right ahead next door.

The magnificent maximillian's
miracles of magic

must be seen to be believed!

Welcome to Chicago, pally.

Heh... yeah.

They made you a demon.

The men who gaze upon you,

who named you,

who told your story for you.

You did what you had to do to survive.

But... the last follower you took...

Did he give you what you need?

Sanders? No.

His emptiness only added to my own.

Turn that shit off!

Time for a little qanda.

Truth or dare?

They would have you
believe that this building

is owned by an Indonesian
telecom start-up.

The giveaway is the "renditioney" vibe
the place gives off.

Yeah, right.

A start-up and not an electric car
in sight? Please.

All right, bieber, do your thing.

My "thing"?

Yeah, your thing.

The high-tech... bullshit.

The hack-the-alarms
and kill the surveillance.

Okay, mensa.

You think that if I could do
any of that bullshit right now,

that I would need you?

I told you.

Because of what that fucking
witch-priestess did to me,

I am not operating at 100%.

Which means,
we gotta do things old school.

Fuck, man.

Is this shit even gonna work if
she's catatonic or... whatever?

Spy surfing always works.

You are a giver...

Of life.

You are a giver.

What good is it to know
my truth if I cannot be free?

I am trapped in here like an animal.

That is why we have come.

Yeah.

Firepower, motherfucker.

Nope.

Bill Sanders. Hmm?

Where did you take him?

You're the last person he saw,
so you must know where he is.

You are a giver...

You are a giver...

Of life.

You are a giver... of life.

Mo fale balen...

You are a giver...

Of life.

Your eyes are clear.

But you can't see the truth yet.

Sister, remember
all you have learned.

Know who has your head.

Know who has your head.

I do.

Then let the earth
and water support you,

as they always have.

You have had
this power all along.

You can reclaim it now.

With the power of the we.

Sister. Your eyes are clear.

Know who has your head.

But you can't see the truth yet.

May the optimism of tomorrow
be your foundation for today.

And if we must wait
for the amazing salvation,

may your temporary forever
feel much less than a day,

and I is we, and we is power,

and we are powerless if we just become
nothing but you and they.

May peace be in your hearts
and may orishas lead your way.

Lead the way.

Let the water return you
to your beginning.

What... in the actual fuck?

Are you here to rescue me,
shadow moon?

Actually, no...

It took two days in prison

to realize I'd been locked away
for thousands of years.

I'd come to believe that what others
believed of me was me.

That I was... the exotic fantasy
in the minds of others.

But how does something
like that even happen?

They create an identity,

an image for us that serves them.

They teach us to see
ourselves through a veil.

And now that the veil's been lifted?

I see it all for what it truly is.

I see myself as I am.
I had lost that.

What the future holds
is up to us to decide.

Yeah, i-I've been
thinking about things differently lately.

Tear down the veil, shadow.

Use all your strength.
But do it. Do it now.

Already started.

There's no going back now.

No. Not ever.

What made you want to come find me?

- You were in trouble.
- Very heroic.

I sense a deeper motivation.

- Something from your past?
- I don't know.

Unfinished business?

Laura, maybe?

Trying to save herself from herself.

My mom.

There was nothing I could do...

Nothing to do, just...

Just watch her waste away.

She was in so much pain.

And now it is time for you
to heal your own.

Look, isn't this just the point

where you make some mysterious prediction
about my destiny or...

Your destiny is not for me to know.

A word of advice.

The journey to spiritual awakening...

Is better with French fries.

Hello?

Hey. It's me.

- Uh, Mike.
- I know.

- What's up?
- Uh, oh, I just...

I was just checking in.
You know, I'm...

How's... there been
any news on Alison?

I had breakfast with her mother.
It was heartbreaking.

That must have been rough.

- What can you say?
- Nothing.

There's not a damn thing you can say
to make it any better.

Anyway.

When are you back?

I'm gonna be away a little bit longer
than I expected.

I-I gotta make a stop
and see my father.

That's a good reason for a detour.

Well... you don't know my father.

Um, he's in the hospital.
It's nothing serious, he's just...

He's your dad.

Don't worry.

I'll keep an eye on your mail for you.

Have a safe trip.

I'm glad you called.

See you in a few days.

Ah, you may have to remind
me of the rules. It's been a while.

What are you doing here, ofnir?

Hmm? I mean, we both know
there are easier ways to make a buck.

It's not always about money, darling.

Please.

Truth is, I'm exhausted.

My recent brush with death

and long haul of the campaign,
I mean, it wearies the soul.

Well, you don't look exhausted. Besides,
warmongering always invigorates you.

I'm just taking a leaf
out of your book, you know,

taking a step back from life, a little
respite to recharge the batteries.

In a place like this
with rules and restrictions?

Where you're not in charge?

As they say,
with age comes a little wisdom.

And I'm-I'm seeing the benefits
of going along to get along.

You won't last a week here.

Do I detect a wager?

I last a week,

you give me... one night.

To do what exactly?

To find out what's in my heart.

What a terrifying prospect.

Well, you might be surprised.

If at the end of it, you still want
to stay in this genteel hellhole,

then so be it.

I'll take that bet.

"Ibis, jacquel and Salim.

Funeral emporium."

I am not training you
in the mortuary arts.

I have no interest in learning them.
This sort, at least.

Muslims do not desecrate
the dead as you are doing.

The deceased are washed
and then wrapped in a burial shroud.

I am familiar with islamic
funerary traditions.

Where in "cay-roh..." Cairo,
can you buy burial shrouds?

Salim, I will not aid and abet you,

hiding out here from the emotional pain
of love lost.

I am proposing a business opportunity,
if you will hear me out.

The jinn is not coming back.

Case in point: Bath products for the dead.

Market demand unmet
equals profit potential.

Salim, you will not move past this
admittedly traumatic episode in your life

by cocooning yourself away.
And we are not an emporium.

We provide services.
We do not sell goods.

Not yet. But a thoughtfully
curated boutique

offering a tasteful array
of products for the deceased

- as well as those they leave behind is...
- Wow.

I thought purgatory was depressing.

Uh... where the fuck is Wednesday?

You blew up a bar in order to get yourself
committed to a mental institution.

Easy, easy, easy.

As I've been trying to tell you
for the last 20 minutes,

uh, this was a minor dispute
between persons unknown

and a berserker
who evidently went berserk.

Point is, here I am.

- Whoa!
- Oh, cordelia already filled me in.

And your little plan
to free demeter, is it,

from this place whilst I can only assume
also freeing her from her fortune.

Well, if there are monetary gains to be
added to our noble endeavor, so be it.

We also have all the proof we need

of this elder abuse scam
on hutchinson's computer,

as no doubt cordelia's told you, huh?

He's holding half this place hostage.

Yeah, I'm sensing an ask here.

Well, I'm gonna ask you to do
a number on him, absolutely.

A number 37, to be exact.

And cordelia will assist you.

Yeah, for some inexplicable reason,
she gives a damn about you.

Well, of course she does.
She's my protégée,

and she will assist you in this.

You will do all the heavy lifting,
of course.

I'm not going to be doing a number 37
or any other game.

Shadow, this is not an ask, it's a must.

Demeter must be freed.

Then do it yourself,
because I am not going back to jail.

She was my wife.

I mean, I could always get czernobog.

But then things'll get messy.
They always do with him. Hmm?

But with all these delicate souls
at risk here, huh?

And one who shines brighter than the rest.

Demeter.

Meet my son, shadow moon.

Wha...

Well, you should have told me, ofnir.

Lovely to meet you, shadow.

- You too.
- Hank.

Must be massage time, hmm?

Thirty-seven?

Hmm.

Pupil response normal.

How are you alive? Again?

Voodoo, baby.

I don't know, I guess baron samedi's
gris-gris did the trick somehow.

The final ingredient.

"Le vrai sang de I'amour."

That is why you took mad sweeney's body.

For his blood!

What? No. I took his corpse to samedi

so that he could bring him
back from the dead.

Oh, I see. 80 sweeney
was resurrected first?

No, because samedi crapped out,
so I gave sweeney the coin.

So, you sacrificed yourself
and he used his blood to bring you back.

Blood, if logic dictates,
infused with love.

Look, it's fuckin' voodoo, man, okay?
Nobody knows how that shit works.

Then I am out of theories
as to how you are alive.

Well, the point is that I am alive.

And I really need to find Wednesday.

But first I'm gonna get something to eat
'cause I am fucking starving.

You kind of forget about being hungry
when you're dead.

Okay, then, give it to me straight.

Should I be looking for a new job?

As a general lifestyle choice

and bid for sanity, abso-fucking-iutely.

- How bad is he?
- Wednesday?

He's perfectly fine.

And this whole insanity act,
it's-it's a con.

Once he's swindled his ex
out of all her money,

you two'll be back on the road
doing whatever it is that you do.

Look, I don't know your pops
all that well,

but I actually think
this might be for real.

When he went to visit her the first time,
his hands were practically shaking.

The dude was all, like, "do I look okay?"

Bought a new suit,
had to show up with fresh calla lilies.

I'm talking prom night nervous.

Who knew there was actually
a beating heart in there?

It was his blood
that brought you back, wasn't it?

There's no other explanation.

So is sweeney alive?

I don't know where the jinn is
or why he left.

I'll probably spend the rest of my life
wondering if we ever had real love.

But every beat of your heart...

Is proof that you were
truly loved by someone.

You are very fortunate.

Yeah, I mean, he's dead and I'm not.

But why or how it happened that way...

It doesn't really matter, does it?

It's just postponing
the inevitable anyway.

Hey, can I give you some advice?

Yeah, of course.

You gotta quit moping around,

being all sad about something
that you can't do Jack shit about.

What should I do instead?
Go back to selling trinkets?

I don't know, dude.

Learn to play the flute.

Or get a full-body tattoo.

Take up skydiving! It doesn't matter!

Seriously, it doesn't matter.

Do you know what happens
when you die? Nothin'.

Really, absolutely fuckin' nothing.

And even once you've been dead
for a hundred million years,

you still haven't even begun to be dead.

That's not at all how
I thought things would be.

Mr. Ibis was right.

I am hiding here.

Well...

Why don't you come with me
and help me track down Wednesday?

And do what?

- Kill him.
- What?

Yeah, I'm gonna kill him.

He fucked up my whole life,
and he's the reason that sweeney's dead.

And you know that he's got
his hooks in the jinn.

I... yes, definitely,

but... I'm not someone
who believes in murder.

Okay, well, just come along
for the ride, then.

Really, I could use the company.

I might need your help finding a car too.

Here. Take mine.

Either you are very generous

or you really want me to leave.

Thank you.

Can you tell us where Wednesday is?

I'd only be guessing
as to Wednesday's whereabouts.

But I do know someone
who might have a pretty good idea.

Okay, I love the old-school vibe
of this whole number 37 thing,

so not throwing shade here,
but we need a little insurance policy.

- How so?
- We get hutchinson's laptop,

we prove he's dirty,
we can free demeter, right?

Mm-hmm.

I got thrown out of hunter without getting
a degree, but I made this...

The product of three years
of computer engineering.

Nothing on the market clones
data as fast or discreetly.

Hook it up to his laptop
and everything in it is ours.

Wednesday wants to crowdfund it.

Anyway, it'll give us a copy
of everything, just in case.

I mean, that's very cool,

but let's remember the mission's
not to steal a computer,

but to free demeter.

Which hutchinson will do
because we ask him to?

That, my friend, is exactly
how number 37 works.

Okay.

Sorry, I can't stay for closing remarks.
Need to get home to see the wife.

But let's, let's stay in touch.

Okay...

I'm sorry for staring, but... your tie.

You must be a member of skull and bones.

If I was,

I wouldn't exactly be allowed
to discuss it now, would I?

My father was in skull and bones.

He couldn't discuss it either.

Cheers.

My briefcase!

Did anyone see a black briefcase?

Oh, shit, mate, that was yours?

Literallyjust seen a guy
peelin' outta here

with a leather briefcase
like a second ago.

Jesus. Everything was in that case.

My computer, my files.

I reckon they work in pairs,
the crafty fuckers.

That woman.

I-I should alert, uh, hotel security.

No, iwouldn't bother, mate.

You know, they're only gonna
call the coppers anyway.

You're better off just calling
the police yourself.

Shit, my phone was in that briefcase.

Right.

You know what? Just take mine.

It's a company phone,
only works in the states,

and I'm popping on a flight
home tonight anyway.

- Really?
- Yeah, go on.

Just, uh, mail it back to this address
once you're done.

Police services, state your emergency.

I've been robbed!
Someone took my briefcase.

It happened less than two minutes ago.

Try to stay calm, sir.
What is your current location?

Main lobby, the Boston clipper hotel.

Understood. We're dispatching
a detective to that location.

Please remain where you are.

Is this a number where we can reach you?

Yes. Yes, this number.

I'll wait here. But please hurry!

Fyi, hutchinson has a hundred grand
in a housekeeping account in the Caymans.

Good to know.

Hello, yes?

This is what you're gonna do,
so listen carefully.

You're gonna release Caroline Wells
and her money today,

or everything
on your laptop goes public.

- You're the ones.
- Yeah, we got it.

And we know there is a whole ton
of other shit on that hard drive

that you really don't want
anyone to know about.

What assurance do I have that
you won't use it anyway?

Free Caroline Wells

and we'll tell you where to find
your briefcase, and everything in it.

Okay, wait.

Yes, I can do it.

But... the papennork and the courts,

it'll take at least two days
to process it all.

Well, then I suggest
you get moving, Mr. Hutchinson.

Because if by day three Ms. Wells is not
free and in charge of her own money...

It-it'll happen. I promise.

- Good.
- Caymans.

Oh, and one other thing.

We want you to transfer a hundred grand

to the account number
we're sending you right now.

We know you have it,
so don't waste our time.

Son of a...

The money. Caroline Wells. Get it done.

Fuck!

What?

You died.

And?

Where did you go?

Ah, this time?

For lack of a better word, purgatory.

Hmm...

So, uh, no 72 virgins?

Not a one.

That's not where I was.

I noticed you're not praying.

I mean, now that I actually
have the need to pee,

we haven't stopped once,
let alone five times.

Are we not on speaking terms
with the most high these days?

Is the constant atheist worried
that I've lost my faith?

Well, you've just always been very devout.

If I was truly following
the tenets of islam,

I couldn't come on this trip with you.

To be alone with a woman is forbidden.

Well, I promise to keep it in my pants.

But you didn't really answer my question.

What do you care?

I don't. But you do.

Or at least you used to.

To be honest, uh...

I'm at a point where...

I don't know who to pray to.

Or for what.

Two days and she's out.

And you still doubt me, huh?

Every fucking day.

But, I will admit,
this one was kind of fun.

Doing a number 37?
How can you not have fun?

Don't worry about the two days.

I need them to convince her to leave.

- She doesn't want to leave?
- Yet, my boy.

She doesn't want to leave yet.

A touch of the Stockholm syndrome.

She simply needs reminding of how much
she has to offer the world, huh?

- It's an esteem issue.
- Well, she was your wife.

What the hell has that got to do
with anything? Wives come and go.

- What?
- You don't get yourself locked up

in a mental institution for people
who just "come and go".

She's also a goddess.

I want her to be on the winning
side of history, okay?

Tell yourself whatever you want.
I did my bit.

And beautifully you did it too.
Now, I'll take it from here.

The real work begins now, okay?

What?

Whatever you're actually after here,

I hope it's worth it.

- Shadow moon.
- Hey.

Hah!

Let me have a good look at you, hmm?

Hmm...

Yes. You're a lot like him, hmm?

Yeah, uh...

I'm-I'm not sure that's a good thing.

Uh, well, hmm.

Being with your father...

Was like opening a bottle of champagne.

Bang. Bubbles.

Complete intoxication.

But time...

Takes its toll.

But ofnir and I endured
so much together, didn't we?

But the pain of loss can cause

even the heart of a god

to grow smaller and colder,

until the only thing that remains...

Is a memory of what could have been.

It was good to see you again.

You too.

I told you, and I told Chad,
and you did exactly nothing.

Don't we all need to do a little better
job of listening to each other?

Don't you start, Ann-Marie.
I'm right about this.

You know I'm right.

Yo, yo, my g. How you iivin', bro?

I'm good.

- Thanks, Derek, you?
- I'm here, baby.

Yo, yo, yo. This shit is gettin' real.

I know, right?

- Welcome back, Mike.
- Oh, hey, thanks.

This place is snarkier than usual tonight.

Hmm.

Pot pie is the special of the day,
and they say there's more snow on the way.

Hey, what's the, uh...
What's the deal with this?

Three more break-ins
since Alison went missing,

some sicko is stealing
ladies' unmentionables,

and folks are starting to think
it's all the same person.

Okay. You?

I'm from Missouri on that one.

Miss, your order is on its way,

but around here, we are known
for our pasties.

First one is always on the house.

Eat it while it's still warm, hon.

For tomorrow we may die.

Hey, stranger.