All language subtitles for The Almighty Johnsons s03e08 The Asparagus Is Kicking In

Oh, that's right.
Hod's left the building.

So in need of putting in his box.

Congratulations, Colin, you've once
again proved you're a psychopath.

Hod left me, now he's back
and I want to know why.

Possibly because you're very angry.

It shouldn't matter what mood
I'm in, it's meant to have gone!

I have always wanted
to get into politics

and I want to be one of those
people behind the scenes,

- walking and talking, pulling the strings.
- People like Dawn.

She is the sort of person
that makes this city tick.

Go on, take a guess. What
do they all have in common?

They're all me.

Apart from you.

Proof that Colin's working
tirelessly on the campaign.

11 functions, 11 different women.
What message does that send?

That he's a man of the people.

As long as those people
are attractive women.

So what, half the population are getting
a piece of the future Mayor Gunderson

while the other half with they
were him. What's your point, Dawn?

How old is that girl?

Woman, please.

As long as she's legal, what does it matter?
I mean, she's early 20s, right? 18 maybe?

Definitely 16 though.

Your PR sensibilities are very astute,
Dawn. Why can't you be more like her?

What? I'm supporting your style.

And sending the wrong
message to the voters.

And the correct message is?

Do you want to be seen as a serious
candidate or as a rich playboy having a laugh?

I presume there's no middle ground.

- We'll pick this up tomorrow.
- I'm kidding.

Message received loud and clear.

She can be a tad puritanical.
Don't worry about it.

I have a raging hard-on that is both pleasurable
and painful and it's not for you, Anders.

For Dawn? Are you serious?

And when she tells us off, that
feels like a spanking. You feel that?

- No.
- Really?

Is that a jellyfish or
a dick in your trousers?

- No, I Have Dawn as an employee.
- Tell me she's single.

No, she's very un-single. She's
crew and we don't screw the crew.

- Now who's being puritanical?
- Seriously, Colin.

No.

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Dawn: Hi.

- Hey babe.
- Are you ready?

Oh. Oh, right, the film.

Yeah, yeah, sure. Totes mcgotes.

- What are you going to see?
- (Non plus de biciclette).

- It's supposed to be really good.
- It's French, dude.

Oui, oui.

What's all that?

Swings and roundabouts. Ehi, babe!

Yes Lance, tomorrow night
we indoor rock climb.

Oh, didn't know you climbed rocks.

I didn't until recently.

She loves it now, bro.

It's more fun than it sounds.

Unlike French film.

- You know a bit about French film, do you?
- I had a girlfriend once

For a while she loved French
cinema, so she took me to a couple.

And?

We're not together anymore.

Well, this film's got bikes in it, bro.

And apparently French chicks love getting
their gear off, so it's not all bad.

Well, we should go then,
before we miss any nudie bits.

Lance: Let's go. See you later, Ty.

How's that beer?

It's nice and cold.

- Yes!
- Mike: Okay.

- What's that?
- It's your finder's fee.

- For Taupo.
- Hey!

It is 10 grand for the
littlest hole, right?

Yep.

It's good to have you back, bro.

Yeah.

It's nice to be back.

Axl.

Zeb.

I haven't eaten in three days.

Why? Are you sick?

There's no food.

I have food.

Meat.

Meat?

Meat packs...

from pub raffles.

Glad you've been having fun.

I've kept the Kwans at bay

and the power company.

And Watercare.

I stopped bathing to save water.

Okay, that's not good,

but uh...

I have money now.

And some other stuff we
can sell to get money.

If you're okay with me
moving back in, that is.

Cook the meat and we'll talk about it.

Ingrid.

Mike.

We weren't expecting you.

I wasn't expecting you
in my bar when it's shut.

Oh, you have one of those games with the little
spinny soccer men with the very tight shorts.

So why are you here, at night,
when all the booze is gone?

I'm waiting for Michelle.

We've been working together.

Right. On...?

Your renovations.

I've been helping her make
a few design decisions.

You'll love what you see and

it's great to have you back, so
I'll wait for Michelle in the car.

She's here?

She's upstairs.

I thought she'd be at
her place with Karen.

No.

No, Karen's gone and
you've moved back in.

Congratulations.

Michelle: Hello traveller.

Hello.

Do you approve?

You have achieved...

miracles.

Turns out another of the
many things I'm good at

is finding builders and
motivating them to do my bidding.

- Through fear?
- Fear...

cleavage,

few tears about how my boyfriend
abandoned me mid-renovation.

Bless you.

You're welcome.

- So how am I paying for all this?
- I have money.

Really?

I hope you don't feel emasculated
that I took the bull by the horns.

Little bit. We can cure that.

Hold that thought. I'll be back later.

Hey, have you seen Olaf?

You mean Mr. Grumpy Pants?

Where's my car?

Hey Grandpa. Great to see you too.

Did you get my car back?

No.

Why not?

Because I was a bit too busy sorting out my
life to track down the Koreans, Joe sold it to.

Dude, it's just a car.

And it's the best surf out west...

in 15 years...

and it's me stuck in
town with no wheels.

So while you've been poncing around,
thinking about yourself, what about me?

I need to talk some oracle stuff.

- I need to know about J�*rmungandr.
- You got your car?

Yeah.

Then we're going to the beach.

- Do we have to go to the beach?
- No beach, no talk.

Dawn: Do you understand the types
you'll be mixing with tonight?

- Colin: Apprise me.
- Well, they're wealthy, for starters.

I'm wealthy, Dawn. Very. So we
should get on like a house on fire.

And conservative. So you'll need to get across a
genuine sense that you care about the community.

And community means family values.

Family being a more valuable
commodity than monetary wealth.

She is astonishing, isn't she?

But I'll never remember
all of this. I'm a mere man.

No, you must accompany me.

What? No. No, no, no.

- Colin: Why not?
- Well, I'm the PR guy. It should be me.

That's exactly the
reason why you shouldn't.

People see you and they see PR hack.

Dawn, on the other hand,

is wholesome and real,

the public face of this campaign, a face
that should be seen in public...with me.

I have a prior engagement
with my boyfriend, sorry.

Oh, I see. Practicing what
you preach, family values.

- I like that.
- Sorted. Colin will fly solo.

Who knows? I may meet a young artist
woman who'll agree to be my chaperone.

Would that be alright, Dawn? In the
name of being real and red-blooded?

- I could rearrange my plans.
- You shouldn't have to do that, Dawn.

No, that's fine. I'll
just go and message Lance.

You happy now you've had your surf?

The waves and I were not as one.

Did you follow my instructions?

Yeah, beer and asparagus roll.

Good.

So,

let me get this straight.

Eggther, the small
- brained wiffy giant,

mentioned something about
J�*rmungandr stirring.

Yeah. I just thought it
was giant mumbo-jumbo.

Then the same message in Norsewood.

We need to go back to the city.

What?! Now? Why?

I left my weed there

and the asparagus has to work its magic.

Bring the board.

Grandpa, is that wise?

Wisdom is just another word
for nothing left to lose.

Okay, I think that's freedom.

Freedom's the ultimate wisdom.

And the questions you ask

concern something that's
bigger than you can imagine.

So the more chilled one is, the better.

No, I think I want to keep a clear head

and I really want to know
what J�*rmungandr actually is.

The giant sea serpent. Also
known as the Midgard serpent.

Well done, Zeb.

It was put in the ocean
by Odin and it grew so big

that it wrapped right around the earth to the
point where it holds its own tail in its mouth.

See? Big.

So I'm guessing stirring
isn't a good thing.

Well, stirring means that
it's unhappy about something.

As long as it doesn't
let go of its tail...

Because?

Ragnar�*k.

Someone has been reading his myths.

I tried. But they were all too weird
and you said they were fairy tales.

They are.

- So J�*rmungandr is a fairy tale?
- No.

What about Ragnar�*k?

Might be, might not be.

We won't know for sure
until it's going to happen.

Ragnar�*k's the end of the world.

It'd be good to have
some advance notice.

Why?

Because everybody
dies, gods and mortals.

Not me, god of rebirth.

Are we talking about Armageddon?

You call it what you will,

but humans will tread the road to hell.

Seriously bad for me.

And gods fight among themselves.

Which sucks for Odin 'cause Odin
gets eaten alive by the wolf Fenrir.

Little token of my
appreciation for your work.

And something to wear
tonight as we promenade

and I apologize now if
I got the size wrong.

I'm usually pretty good when
it comes to judging women.

Size-wise, not judgementally.

Colin, you didn't need to do that.

What is wrong with a client showing
a worker some appreciation? Hmm?

I buy you expensive food and
wine, buy Dawn a pretty dress.

Really, you shouldn't have.

And it's so expensive.

And Dawn's not really a
"look at me" kind of person.

- But I do adore their clothes.
- Then try it on.

At least prove my
estimations were right.

Sure. Why not?

So let me get this straight.

- J�*rmungandr is stirring?
- Yes Mike, big time.

- And he's a giant sea serpent.
- That goes right around the globe.

And if he lets go of his
tail, the seas will rise.

Olaf: And the air will turn
toxic and Ragnar�*k will ensue.

Shit.

The sea is rising.

The air is turning toxic.

I caused global warming.

- How stoned are you?
- It's pretty intense, yeah.

I'm not. Not at all.

I mean, you're right. This sounds big.

Axl, can you get us some beers
from the secret, secret stash?

You've got a secret, secret stash?

Yeah, good idea.

What the fuck?!

I have just got Axl back on track.

But it could be true.

Axl caused global warming?

Odin, not Axl.

Then I suggest you prove
it because until you do,

I do not want to hear
another word about this shit.

Don't you worry.

'Cause I'm already onto it.

- Follow me.
- Where?

The asparagus is kicking in.

Bring the beers, we'll need hydration.

Colin: Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

If you could only ever use one sexual
position for the rest of your life,

which one would you choose?

Well, hello Dolly.

- It's too much, isn't it?
- Not at all!

And might I blow my own trumpet
and say the fit is exquisite.

But perhaps a little more
revealing than I'm used to.

Especially for a
family-oriented charity event.

A beautiful woman in a beautiful
dress. I'm not seeing a problem.

Pretty sure you weren't wearing
that when you left this morning.

- It's for a work function tonight.
- The one you texted me about?

- Yes.
- When you cancelled our date?

We can go rock climbing next week.

Why, because you got your work thing?

Yes.

Well, if it's a work thing, why are you
dressed up like you're going out on the pull?

- Excuse me?
- No, no. Excuse me.

Your girlfriend is not going out on
the pull, as you so charmingly put it.

She will be on a date with me.

Well, she's my girlfriend, mate.
Why is she going on a date with you?

Work thing, Lance.

Yeah, work thing if you're
a high-class hooker maybe.

Dawn is dressed appropriately for
the function that she is attending.

She is stepping up in the world.

Or are you threatened by that?

What? Me? No way.

- Lance, we can talk about this later.
- No, I want to talk about this now, okay?

No way am I threatened. But you're a receptionist,
Dawn. Not someone who goes around dressed like this.

You fucking loser.

- What, babe? I'm sticking up for you.
- Really?

By putting your girlfriend down the very
moment she's never felt more beautiful?

Stay out of this, "Colon," alright?

This is between me
and her and that dress.

The dress that I bought her.

So she could walk into a room full
of snobs and they will all envy her.

Oh, you bought her that dress, did you?

Mm. And doesn't she look magnificent?

You know what you are, mate?

You're a cock with a capital C.

- Lance!
- You know what I say to you, dude?

I say cock-a-doodle-doo
to you, dude.

Lance, you should go.

Right. You got a choice
to make, Dawn, okay?

Me and rock climbing
tonight or your work thing.

Work thing.

This is a choice you
shouldn't make lightly, okay?

Work thing.

Right, well, this isn't over, okay?

But this is. This is over.

Right? Never want to see you again.

You didn't sign for this.

Excuse me.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong,

isn't Dawn now single?

The time is nigh.

Come on, you too.

Eh?

Do you want to know the truth?

Why do we have to take our clothes off?

'Cause it's the way.

Come on.

An offering to the gods.

- Okay, that's quite cold.
- Harden up.

Not possible right now.

A warm bit.

Ah. You just peed, didn't you?

Asparagus rolls. Did you have to, bro?

I had to get your attention.
We have beers as well.

I'm on the wagon.

Pussy.

Strange times, Baldr.
Sobriety is called for.

Tigilau, Odin. Odin,

Tigilau, guardian of the
sharks and the fishes.

- Hi.
- I know this turkey.

Thanks a bunch, bro.

So it's true.

You bet your lily white it is.

What?

Ah! That was you, that day.

That's how I take care of people that
are unwelcome in my neighbourhood.

J�*rmungandr is stirring.

Stirring? I wish.

It's chaos down there.

My fishes are dying. Currents
are all ass-faced about backwards.

It's madness. The big snake
is getting ready to let go.

And with Odin here in Midgard,

the verdict's in.

The road to Ragnar�*k, my bald friend.

Surely we can stop this.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Can you stop doing that?

Next time you release a
metaphorical serpent into the world,

think 1,000 years into the future when
it's a grown metaphorical serpent, okay?

That was a previous Odin!

He who fits the jandle wears the jandle.

Good seeing you Baldr.

What are those pigs looking at?

I asked you not to mess with Axl.

You asked me to prove
my theory, which I did.

How does prancing around naked
getting arrested prove anything?

Mike, it's not my fault. The police
were being entirely unreasonable.

Naked we're born, naked
we die! You fascists!

Axl, get in.

- Hey, not you.
- What?

- You're walking.
- Hey?

It's an excellent speech, Dawn.

Now even I'm interested
in Auckland sewage.

Ta.

And I apologize if the dress was
to blame for what happened before.

It's okay, Colin. I'll still be your plus one.
It's not as if I'm going rock climbing, is it?

That's the spirit. Go and get some
lunch. I need to talk to Anders for a bit.

- Anything I need to be across?
- No, it's just boy's talk.

Okay.

What the fuck are you doing?

It's called charm, Anders.

Dawn's not going to fuck you.

And whatever gives you the idea
that's my dark, insidious plan?

The charm, mainly.

Okay, fair cop.

I fully intend to end this evening with
Dawn's legs wrapped around me as she screams,

"Yes" over and over

- and over.
- That is so not going to happen.

She's way too smart and
she is so not your type.

The thing is, Anders, having
made Dawn the face of the city,

I'm consumed with the idea
that somehow as I fuck Dawn,

I'll actually be
fucking the entire city.

And you can't imagine
what a turn-on that is,

- my Lord Bragi.
- No.

A word in her ear. Your sweet powers of
persuasion, just to tip her over the edge

- Never.
- You hypocrite.

You use your powers all the time.

Not for this.

Let me put this in perspective.

I bankroll your life.

I'm your ticket to wealth and power.

I can also end your life now...

if I choose.

And all that will be left, they
will suck up in a dustbuster.

I can also end the life of
any member of your family,

if you needed a head's-up on our
relative positions in the pantheon.

So you see,

there's a lot riding on
your decision, Anders.

Can you believe women, bro?

- In what way?
- Dawn.

I had to break up with her.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- I appreciate it, man. Thanks.

What happened?

Oh, she chose some rich
prick over me, didn't she?

- What rich prick?
- That dick running for mayor.

There's no way he's getting
my vote now, I can tell you.

- Colin Gunderson.
- There's no way, bro,

being rich and buying someone leg-opening
dresses and then poncing them off

to these fancy shindigs is fair play.

- Is Dawn here?
- No.

- Is there no depth to how far you'll sink?
- Eh?

- Pimping Dawn out to your mate.
- How'd you find that out?

Oh, right, Lance. And he's not
my mate and no, I didn't pimp her.

Why else would she
go on a date with him.

Look, first thing that needs to happen
is you need to get off your high horse

and you need to understand that there is
way more going on here than a stupid date,

which Dawn entered into willingly BTW.

Dawn would never
willingly go on a date...

It's a work thing, you pious prick.
It's a work-related social function.

It's what Prince Charming has planned after
the ball that you should be worried about.

Which is what?

Loki's put the hard
word on me to, you know,

do the groundwork for him so that

she'll...you know.

You mean be the drug that
means Colin can rape her.

Okay, I'm not loving the term rape because
technically speaking, it wouldn't be rape

- because she'd be saying yes.
- Only because you made her.

She'd be saying yes to the
notion that Colin is her type.

Why are you even considering this?

Look... You know, of all people, what Loki
can do when he doesn't get his own way.

This is Dawn we're talking
about. Grow some fucking balls!

Ty, why is it cold in here?

Yes, it seems that Hod has come back.

- How?
- I don't know.

Olaf reckons maybe he never entirely went
away. I'm still trying to figure it out.

Please, don't do this.

Look, in no way do I
want to do this because,

you know, I actually do care for Dawn, but would it
be so bad if she hooked up with a rich guy like Colin?

Maybe it'll make her truly happy. I mean,
who are we to deny Dawn a chance at happiness.

I swear, I'll smack you in the face.

Hmm, well, Hod is well and truly back. Bummer
for you, bro. At least admit it's a grey area.

- There's nothing grey about it. Don't do it.
- Or else what?

I'm stuck between fire and ice,
bro. I'm running out of alternatives.

Then you had better
think of one, hadn't you?

We heard it from Tigilau, Mike.

And did anyone else see this Tigilau?

I told you, I wasn't stoned.

Zeb,

- what's all this?
- Supplies.

For Ragnar�*k.

I would have got more, but this
is as far as your money went.

Should give us a couple of weeks though.

Okay. Okay, this has gone far enough.

Why shouldn't Zeb get prepared?

What, for an Armageddon
that isn't coming?

Odin threw J�*rmungandr into
the sea. I have to own that.

Axl, listen.

We had a great week.
Yeah? A bit of a road trip.

It was fun, right? Life was fun, yes?

Yeah.

So don't throw that away on
stuff that makes no sense.

- Makes sense to me.
- No.

What makes sense is you

settling down and
getting yourself a job.

- I'm a crap builder, Mike.
- Not building.

It doesn't have to be building.

Any job would be good.

But please, just...

get on with life, real life.

Because that is the only life
that truly matters and you...

you have to trust me on this.

Colin: Where's my beautiful date?

Doing makeup stuff.

Hmm, the womanly art of applying rouge
to the lips to imitate a fulsome labia.

Gets me every time.

I presume you had your
little pep talk with her?

No, Colin, I didn't.

- Was I not clear enough about this?
- Oh no, you were crystal.

You want Dawn as a way of
reminding me who's boss.

Maybe a smidge.

But don't overestimate
your importance in this.

Mainly I want her because
I want her, pure and simple.

Promise me you won't hurt her.

Not unless she wants me to.

No, no, no. No jokes. I need to know
that you're not going to mess her up.

I am sick of sluts only
after me for my money.

I'm after an intelligent but not unattractive
woman to be at my side in public office.

Dawn appeals to me...

because she puts the respect into
respectable. She is, quite simply,

the woman of my dreams.

Is this what you want to hear?

Okay, here's the deal.

Deal?

I'm not going to do
all the work for you.

If you can get her to the
point where she'll kiss you,

that'll be the cue for
my words to kick in, okay?

Oh, I do like a bit of sport.

Love your thinking.

Hi.

Dawn, my god, you look sensational.

Thank you.

You look amazing.

And on that note, we should
check the taxi situation.

I was thinking limo, but then
thought, No, man of the people.

- Did I do right, Dawn?
- Yes, Colin, you did.

Good. Well, I shall attend to
that while Anders has a quick word.

You wanted to speak to me?

Dawn, listen to me.

I want you to go out tonight

and have a good time. You deserve it.

And with Colin, you'll have
the best time. He's a great guy.

You'll laugh at all his jokes,

and indulge him in every way.

And then at some stage, he'll want
to take you away from the crowd

to kiss you and it will be
the best kiss of your life.

It's really nice of you to
come. It's such a good cause.

Excuse me. Could you come with me?

Excuse us.

I'm so sorry,

but there's something I've
been wanting to do all evening.

I was hoping you'd get to that.

I'm not sure that look in your
eyes is family-acceptable, Dawn.

Come with me.

My sweet, dirty girl. How
could I possibly say no?

You exceed my expectations, Dawn.

Nothing like a quick one
against a wall to keep it real.

Anders: Thank you, Dawn, you can go now.

Wanker.

What did you say to her?

And after you kiss him,

you must take him to the
alleyway so I can talk to him

and then you'll walk away

and forever think that
Colin Gunderson is a wanker.

You wanted to fuck her 'cause you
could then discard her like a broken toy

and in my books,

no one does that to Dawn.

You do realize that with this attack of
morality, you're throwing everything away.

And I mean everything.

No,

you'll leave my brother alone.

Piss off, mortal boy.

Come within 100 metres of Dawn or Anders

or any member of my family or anyone I
even vaguely know and I will kill you.

How? By beating me
with your bicycle pump?

You get one warning, that's all.

Fuck off.

I don't like threats,
especially from mortals.

Riles me.

And when I
get riled...

Next time, that's you, mortal.

Who are you calling mortal?

Yeah, that's right.

Hod's back.

Ty, that's enough, mate. Ty, let's go.

Loud and clear, Colin?

You're dead, Johnson!

- Dead!
- Jesus, Ty.

You fuck!

There's not going to be...

- a Ragnar�*k.
- What?

'Cause I already have a job.

To find Frigg.

When Mike said get a job, I'm
not sure that's what he meant.

Forget Mike. If I, Odin,
find the Frigg, then

I get my powers, right?

- That's always been the plan.
- Then surely,

as a fully powered-up Odin,

I can change things, right?

You'd hope so.

Then the first thing I'll do is deal to
J�*rmungandr and therefore stop Ragnar�*k.

- And thereby save the world.
- Exactly!

Dude, I've never known
why I had to find Frigg.

It was always this quest
I was told I had to do, but

- now I get it!
- Okay,

but say we run with this. How does this
realization actually get us closer to finding her?

It just will.

We need to get moving. We have
Ingrid and her genealogy stuff.

Okay, now we're relying on
Ingrid to save the world.

No, no. We'll be searching too.

But we have no money. We can't
drop everything and search.

Then I'll get a job. Just like Mike said, I
will get a job. And search in my spare time.

- Jobs don't grow on trees.
- Ah, Zeb!

Stop putting up obstacles!

I bet once you start looking,
there are jobs everywhere.

Pizza delivery.

That's me.

That, my friend, is a job.

Dude, that is like a sign.

And what's more, pizza delivery
involves knocking on doors.

Meeting complete strangers.

And behind any door could
be the Frigg. Awesome.

Zeb, I'm going to find her.

I've never felt more sure about
anything in my entire life.

What's happened?

Ty broke Colin's arm.

It was Anders' idea.

Why isn't there champagne?

Because, unfortunately, he's not dead
in a lead-lined casket, so he's...

kind of pissed off.

I thought you and Colin were
bosom buddies these days.

He crossed a boundary.

You have boundaries?

If you want to blame anyone, blame me.

Anders, for once in his life,
was doing the right thing.

Why does everyone say, "For once in his
life?" I do the right thing all the time.

He was doing good. I was the one
who lost control of my powers.

You have powers.

Sort of. But different.

I think I can control
it now. I'm not sure.

You didn't exactly control it when
you broke his arm though, did you?

If you want to have a go at me, fine.
But I wasn't going to stand by and let...

I'm not having a go. It's just...

It's time we ended it.

I don't need you
fighting my battles, Mike.

You're my brother.
Your fight is my fight.

Saddest sound in the world, a man
playing foosball all on his own.

Yeah, tragic.

You crossed a line with Dawn.

Please Michael. She's a bit of sport.

Any chance you'll call it even at
that? Crawl back into your hole?

I will destroy his business,

his home and then him.

When gods betray gods, the
retribution must be epic.

Can't we sort this out like
gods who are also gentlemen,

over a drink, a game of cards?

I mean, I would have said foosball,
but you do need two hands for that.

Do I look like a moron?

Can I be honest? With the cast and
the sling, just a little bit, yeah.

I've no intention of playing
games with the god of games.

I can't twist your arm.

Sorry, too soon for jokes?

Take your transparent plan to beat me on
your terms and shove it up your ass, Michael.

For unless you're about to prostrate
yourself in front of me and beg for clemency

for your pathetic brothers,

then this meeting is over.

It's not over.

I don't see you on your knees.

And you never will.

Because I am sick of your bullshit,

I'm sick of you treating
mortals like second-rate citizens

and I am sick of you trying
to manipulate my brothers

into doing things which
rank lower than the lowest.

We're through with it.

We're over you.

We Johnsons

will always defeat a loser like you.

Good luck with that.

Oh, it's going to happen.

I bet it won't.

And I accept.

Accept what?

Your offer to play.

- Play what?
- The game that we're playing now.

- What game?
- The bet.

Which is an invitation to a challenge.

A challenge being a game. You just
turned it into a game and I accepted.

There is no game.

- Oh, you know there is.
- There is no game!

You, Loki,

want to destroy my family.

I, Ullr, said I would stop
you. You bet that I wouldn't.

You entered into a game,
I accepted. It's game on.

You're trying to set me on fire, right?

Wait. Yeah, I'm feeling a warm kind
of glow. It's quite pleasant, actually.

In a game, my powers will
always trump your powers,

so I'm afraid that's as far as your powers will
ever extend when it comes to me or my family.

Now piss off.

Forever.

Well done, Michael,

on your quest to suck
all the fun out of life.

If it protects my family, so be it.

Hey Colin.

Bet you don't win the election.

Thank you.

Next time, talk to me
before you break him, okay?

You can go now.

Ty: Leaving.

I think she wants you, mate.

So...

was that acceptable as far as
going to war with Loki goes?

Let me put it this way...

Carry on.

I am very interested
in what you have to say.

Last of it, boys. As I
said, straight to the dump.

So we've clearly just
lost our major client.

Not so much losing as letting go, Dawn.

Who happened to be our only client.

- We don't need him.
- Oh sure, 'cause he's a wanker.

I'm not even sure why I keep saying that because I
actually hate the term, but he really was a wanker.

- So we have no clients.
- Oh, but we do have potential.

What about the dog food
people? Yeah? I miss those guys.

- I'll get on the phone.
- You do that.

Ah, it's a new dawn, Dawn.

It's a new dawn.

That's right. Hod's back.

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