All language subtitles for American Gods - 03x08 - The Rapture of Burning.PHOENiX+MiNX+GGEZ.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

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.

My sister's son Sandy leaving home

pretty much broke her heart.

She said he was in Florida.

I've written, texted,
called him for years.

Never once have I heard back.

If he was with his dad in Florida,

I would've heard from him.

You want to kill Wednesday.

We want to help you do that.

So you can get Odin's spear
out of Sweeney's hoard?

We will tell you the time
and the place of the attack.

You will receive instructions
on how to acquire the spear.

If you should fail
to hold up on your end,

you will die and your friends'll die.

Some blood-craving Berserker

who was once signed to protect me

has taken to slaughtering my followers.

Your father sent me to get you.

He needs your help in a matter
of some urgency.

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Help. Please.

I did nothing wrong. I just...

They're gonna kill me.

Room 12.

Lock yourself in.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Police, ma'am.

Pursuing a fugitive.

Sexual pervert.

People throw that word around a lot,

and I never understand
what they mean by it.

This particular individual
consorts with other men

with intent to commit sodomy.

My boy Jim here just tricked him

into giving himself away
down at Smuggler's Cove.

Your boy going around tricking people

doesn't sound very nice.

Well, if it isn't Jimmy O'Rourke.

Do you remember me, Jimmy?

I know I look a bit different now,

but remember Homecoming?

Senior year?

Tony?

You do remember.

Now, nobody's here but my guests.

So you gentlemen
can go do your arresting

- somewhere else.
- Bullshit.

I'm not taking the word of some broad.

I'm the most honest broad
you'll ever meet.

I always tell the truth.

If Toni says he's not here,
he's not here.

- If I find out you're lying...
- You won't.

Why are you being so good to me?

As far as you know,
I'm some criminal the cops are chasing.

When the cops terrorize people like us,

then they become the bad guys.

People like us?

You're attracted to men.

It's hard to know who to trust.

Okay.

When I was born,
everyone said I was a boy.

Well, guess what?

They were wrong.

I was lucky to find you.

Yeah.

I almost shut this place down last week.

Why?

No guests. Not enough money.

But I thought I'd give it
another couple weeks.

I'm glad I did.

Long ago in China,

there was a young man that fell in love

with a handsome Imperial inspector...

...who had him beaten to death
for his affection.

But the young man haunted his dreams,

and eventually,

the inspector built a temple

and declared the young man

a god and protector of homosexual love.

I've been looking for a new temple

ever since I arrived in America

a hundred years ago.

Maybe we should get you to a doctor.

I am Tu Er Shen, the rabbit god.

You saved me.

And in return, hospitable woman,

I bless you with a long
and happy and loving life.

I bless your Grand Peacock Inn

with safety, prosperity, and joy,

and I declare this place a temple

for me and mine, you and yours,

and all our kindred spirits.

Are you sure you're okay to travel?

You might've been hit
harder than you think.

Still don't believe me, do you?

I believe you are
an amazing storyteller.

Oh my God.

Are they real?

Oh!

Nope, just nerds.

Haha! Hi, Laura Moon!

Oh, fuck me.

It's another fuckin' leprechaun.

I hate my life. Let's go.

Welcome.

Are you with the Jamboree?

Oh, we so are not.

But I am looking for a guest
of yours, Liam Doyle?

Liam's our bartender.

Oh, good. Where's the bar?

Only, uh, paying guests
are allowed on the property

during the Jamboree.
It's a private event.

Well, you should just way
overcharge me for a room, then.

We only have one room left.

Do you mind sharing?

Oh, it's fine. I'm not staying.

Let me take your bag.

I'm Kai, by the way.

Um, it's nothing.

- Uh, I've got it.
- You sure?

It's my job, after all.

Uh, uh, here, I'll, uh,

take these to the room for safekeeping.

Okay.

- Go find Doyle.
- Okay.

Was it something I said?

Oh, don't mind him.

He's just forgotten how to have fun.

- Still no Wednesday.
- Mm.

He's probably maintaining radio silence

to dodge the New Gods.

Same reason your father
sent me to get you in person.

He'll fill us in at the Wolf's Den.

Which is what?

A roadside attraction.

A place... of power.

Uh, like, uh, House on the Rock?

Hmm...

Might be Wednesday.

Ah, you fucker.

You okay, sir?

Oh, he's, uh, he's epileptic.
I've got this.

Buddy, I'm training to be an EMT,

and that does not look like a seizure.

I'm so sorry.

And who are you dressed as?

Uh, a woman who needs something
from a leprechaun's hoard.

You're Liam Doyle, right?

- Who's asking?
- Laura Moon.

There you go.

Don't fuck with me.

What the hell, guy?

Why is my fucking name
a problem for you?

Listen. I don't know who you are,

but I don't believe in ghosts,
so why don't you go away

before I have Toni throw you out?

You heard that I was dead.

I read your obituary.

So how the hell are you standing here?

That's a really long story

that I may share with you at some point.

But can you first explain why on earth

you read my obituary?

Because I was hired to kill you.

Wednesday got Sweeney to kill me.

He hired me first.

Or... tried to.

I was a lawyer at the time.

You were a leprechaun lawyer?

Long story.

The point is, I always kinda knew

that I was a bit of a scumbag,

but when the Lord of All Scumbags

asked me to do his dirty work,

I realized how far I'd fallen.

I said no.

Then he destroyed my lucky coin.

So, I lost my luck, you died anyway.

And I washed up here.

Am I supposed to drink this?

It's my signature cocktail.

So, whose hoard are you trying to crack?

Sweeney's.

Legendary trove.

But I can't get into a
strange hoard with no coin.

What if I had Sweeney's coin?

You have his coin?

Will it get you into his hoard?

It'd give me my powers back.

What is it you want me to find?

A weapon. A spear.

I can't.

Stealing from someone else's hoard

is against the old Hibernian Code.

Taking a weapon is worse.

And, anyway, I won't be
party to violence.

Why I didn't kill you to begin with.

That's very sweet. Um,
if you could just hear me out.

I said, I can't.

Well, fuck you very much.

No one's sorrier than me.

You keep telling me that
you're going to fix me,

but I keep on...

Hey! Snap out of it!

Da-da-da-da...
It's time to do things my way.

Find Bilquis.

She fucked me up.

Make her fix me.

Hm.

You must be far gone indeed

to put your faith in the Old Gods

to solve your problem.

No fucking way.

Relax, it's been repurposed

to provide a restorative process

by modulating the
electro-chemical neural impulses.

There is one being in the multiverse

who will never fall for
techno-babble horseshit like that.

Moi.

I am a goddamn lord
of humanity and I will not...

Fuck me.

You've jumped to a lot of
shitty conclusions about me.

You think that I want
the spear for violence?

That is categorically untrue.

- Is it?
- Yeah, after I was reanimated...

Again, long story...
Sweeney and I became...

...friends.

He hated himself for murdering me,

so he gave me the coin
to prove how sorry he was.

Can we get two, uh, Sapphire Fairies?

No leprechaun would
give up his lucky coin.

Yeah, I know. That's how much he cared.

He also promised to get me
this fuckin' magic spear

so that I could use it as self-defense

against that rat-bastard Wednesday.

Then said rat-bastard killed Sweeney.

So, I think that Sweeney would want you

to help me get the spear.

Do you swear that's true?

I swear on my grave... Graves.

I'll get you the spear.

But I keep the coin as payment.

Sure. Fucking finally.

- Let's do this.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You don't think you're coming with me?

Into Mad Sweeney's hoard?

Yeah, I've been in
Sweeney's hoard before.

- I lived through it.
- No.

I go alone or I don't go at all.

Fine. Walking away.

Fuck!

Here to fix the bed?

This jalopy and I go way back.

I have a special touch.

I take it you're not here
for the convention.

Why? Because I'm not wearing wings?

If that's your look,
then that's a tough one.

Uh, homeless Jackson Pollock?

No... Wait, I got it.

Lesbian Harry Potter.

It's just me.

God, you must be really depressed.

Hey, I dunno if this is your thing,

but there's this party later.

It's, uh, part of the convention.

I-I'd love it if you came.

What kind of party?

I guess you'd call it a pansexual

adventure-love-inn

where you can get
your uh, kinky boots on.

Completely safe and...

absolutely legendary.

Ready for action.

No pressure, but Toni is
the greatest hostess ever

and she brings it pretty hard
for this party every year,

so you don't wanna miss it.

Uh...

I mean, um, I haven't
received an invitation.

Oh! You have now.

This is your passport to...

...wherever you wanna go.

So you'll come?

Well, the fucking leprechaun is a dick.

He said he needs Sweeney's
coin to access the hoard.

Only then, he wants
to keep it as payment.

Seems fair.

Are you kidding?

The moment he gets
his greasy little fingers

on that thing... poof.

No coin. No spear.

No fucking leprechaun.

You think he's gonna steal it?

Why would he do such a thing?

Because he's a lowlife.

This is the guy that Wednesday
tried to hire to kill me.

But that didn't happen.

No. No, he refused.

So, you don't trust the guy
who refused to kill you,

but you fell in love
with the guy who did?

Oh, my God, Salim.

I did not "fall in love" with Sweeney.

We just went through
some shit together, okay?

You no longer need the coin
to stay alive, correct?

- No, but...
- But...

If you don't get the spear,

you can't kill Wednesday,
which means you will die.

Along with me and Shadow.

Yes, that's technically true.

Since Doyle is the only one
who can get the spear,

seems like a risk worth taking.

Yeah. Maybe if you're some fucking rube

who just fell off the turnip truck.

I have no idea what that means,

but what I do know is

if you let go of Sweeney's coin

or his ashes,

you will be acknowledging
the harsh reality that he is dead.

And you will have to grieve.

And it will hurt.

But it's the only way
for you to move on.

Says the guy who refuses
to ditch his M.I.A.

boyfriend's butt-ugly sweater.

Yes.

Like that.

My Jinn.

Your Sweeney.

They're not coming back,

but we can't let go.

What the fuck?

What the fuck did you do to me?

You change your mind?

Ah! You go into the hoard.

You get the spear.
You bring it back to me.

I've seen how this shit works,

so I know it should only
take a couple seconds.

If you don't come back,

if you fuck with me in any way,

I will become your worst
fucking nightmare.

Got it?

I gave you my word.

Well, then.

Wish me luck.

I'm guessing you're the one

who's been killing
Wednesday's followers.

Regrettably, yes.

What is that?

Oh, it's a scaffold

used to display a body in the old way,

with the ribs splayed open.

What are you?

I am a god of justice

bringing divine retribution
down upon your father.

Yeah, I gotta give you that. He...

He is one selfish,
lying fuck. But, uh...

Please let me know
why I'm being murdered.

Back when I,

not Odin,

was lord of the Norse gods,

Loki fathered a monstrous
wolf named Fenrir.

The beast was uncontrollable,

laying waste to everything in its path.

So, in secret,

we forged an unbreakable
chain to bind him.

Odin, always the conman,

challenged Fenrir to prove
his might by escaping it.

Fenrir demanded that Odin place his hand

in his jaws for insurance.

Odin refused.

But I,

knowing that the wolf's
reign of terror must end,

offered myself.

My sacrifice saved
us all from destruction,

but your father used it
to mock and belittle me.

My name, my deeds, nearly forgotten.

And he's never paid any price for it...

Until now.

How about you quit feeling
sorry for yourself

and watch where you're going,
you self-absorbed fuck.

You.

It's about fucking time!

You broke me.

You owe me. Now fix me.

I didn't break you.

I awakened you

to feelings that were
already inside you.

You are the one choosing

and I stress "choosing"...

to stay awake.

Does it look like I've got
a choice to do anything?

I couldn't even scratch my
own fucking balls if I wanted to.

Well, I'm not scratching 'em
for you, douche canoe.

On account I'm not here.

I'm not really Bilquis, you twerp.

I am a manifestation
of your subconscious.

I don't have a subconscious.

You do now, motherfucker.

After everything I have done for you.

You are such an ungrateful cooze.

- Oh!
- Keep talking like that,

pussy boy, and I'm gonna rip
these little girls off

so you never have to scratch 'em again.

You couldn't if you used both
hands and a fucking chainsaw.

Because none of this is happening.

The head grabber's doing all of this.

The head grabber ain't shit
and you know it.

World is just keeping you on ice.

He's the one who's got you by the balls.

Focus, shit-for-brains!

You're Dorothy, and I'm gonna tell you

how to get back to Kansas.

You can fix these glitches yourself.

You always could.

How?

They happen when
you feel a strong emotion

and try to repress it.

What is it with this emotion bullshit?

I don't do emotion.

Try to keep up with me here, dim bulb.

You are awake.

You can't unthink a thought.

Repress what you are feeling;
You will snap in two.

Let them come, whatever they are:

Mad, sad, glad, scared.

Just don't deny them; Don't act on them.

Let them come, and then let them go.

Tell me what you are feeling.

Pissed off.

I am really fucking angry.

About... what?

I want World to get his
fucking boot off my neck.

Then find Artifact One.

How the fuck am I supposed to do that

when I am stuck in here?

Isn't it enough
that I am beautiful and mysterious?

Does your fucking subconscious
have to do everything for you?

Salim, right?

Is everything okay?

No. Yes.

Uh, I don't know.

N-never mind.

Uh-huh. Are you going to the party?

Kai invited me, but he didn't,

uh, I didn't... I didn't know...

Everybody says this is a safe place,

but I don't-I don't feel
very safe right now.

Feel free to tell me
to mind my own business,

but is it possible you feel ashamed?

Shame?

Because sometimes unsafe,
and ashamed can feel similar,

but shame is a whole lot
of made-up bullshit.

But I've worked through that. I...

I didn't feel ashamed;

I felt proud.

Happy.

I trusted in God
that love is never wrong.

Maybe God is trying
to tell me something.

Maybe He's trying to tell me

I've been wrong this whole time.

Come to the party.

Try being your true self,
in your own right.

It may feel scary at first,
but you'll be safe.

I promise you.

Maybe that's what God is offering you.

Maybe just for one night.

Take your time.

We'll be here.

Wait.

May I have the honor
of escorting you inside?

May I kiss you?

Yes.

May I?

Whatever you want.

You floss every day?

I always wonder why people do or don't.

Just another roadside attraction.

Hope you haven't touched the boy.

This is just between you and me.

We were once brothers, Tyr.

But now I see our story
ends in discord...

...and blood.

And over what?

Jealousy.

Pathetic.

You think this is about Demeter?

She's just one of your countless crimes.

You're a usurper!

Usurping the entire world
with this endless war of yours!

I won't allow it!

And you would murder my son to stop me.

Submit to me; He goes free.

Has he been telling you his sob story

about how the big bad wolf
bit his hand off?

Always the victim, huh, Tyr?

My life is yours. Let Shadow go.

Done.

Do you believe him?

Sure I believe him.

Tyr's honesty is his biggest weakness.

Greatest strength.

Weakness.

You bested me only by deceiving me, huh?

Donating to the cause
while murdering my followers.

Oh, I counted on you
to underestimate me.

Oh, you surprised me;
I'll give you that.

And you in turn.

I never thought you
would give up your life

for your son.

Well, I never said I was gonna do that.

We settle this the old way.

So be it.

I'm sorry, Shadow.

Because of your interference,

justice demands that I take your life.

But, rest assured, the death I give you

will be merciful compared to your...

So long!

Shadow, my boy,

you've always wanted a normal life.

Now, you can have it.

Your obligation to
me has been fulfilled.

I'm proud of the man you have become.

Don't forget to ditch the car.

No, no, no, no. Fuck you.

Fuck you.

F...

Fuck you too.

I didn't mean to wake you.

Last night was...

...wonderful.

Glad you came?

More than you know.

Uh, Laura...

Morning.

-Uh, this is
-Hot Bellhop. Hi.

Uh... Beat it?

Salim, we need to talk.

You leaving today?

Well...

then...

Goodbye, sweet Salim.

Thank you, Hot Bellhop.

Truly.

Thank you.

Bye.

So you got the spear?

Uh, no. I did not.

The leprechaun fucked me over.

Took the coin and vamoosed.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm the one who told you to trust him.

No, it's my fault.

You're naive. I shouldn't
have listened to you.

Ouch.

No, it's a nice thing.

You see the best in people

even when they're coming
to rip your heart out.

Which is why I need you to listen to me.

What are you planning?

Well, uh, I failed to get the spear,

which means that I probably
won't be able to kill Wednesday.

I'm sure as hell still gonna try.

But, if I fuck it up,

you know the terms of the deal.

Some of us objected to those terms.

Yes, I know. I fucked that up too, okay?

Um, so, they're gonna kill me.

Again. Whatever.

I'm gonna go and warn Shadow, but, um...

I need you to stay here,

like here in this hotel,
where you're gonna be safe.

No.

No, I'm not hiding anymore.

I'll come with you.

No, dude.

The worst possible place that you can be

when all this goes down
is anywhere near me.

Fine, then I'll travel.

- See the world.
- No, you have to stay safe.

Why do you care?

Because I fucking care about you, Salim!

Okay? Jesus Christ!

Let's just leave it at that.

I love you too, Laura Moon.

Like I said: You see good
in all the wrong places.

If this is where our roads
part for now, so be it.

But I'm not running from myself anymore.

And I'll be damned if I'm going
to run from the New Gods.

I am going to live my life as I please.

Okay.

Well, that sounds, uh,

super brave and shit.

For what it's worth, I think
you're being a total moron.

But, okay.

We all make our own choices.

It'll be all right.

Inshallah.

If God wills it.

Uh-huh.

Um.

Where's your sweater?

Um...

I don't know.

I lost it.

Good.

Um...

Cool. Bye.

Hey.

Lakeside, Wisconsin, please. One way.

All right. We've got one in a half hour,

and then 6:11 tonight.

What time do you want to leave?

Can you scratch that?

Make it Jacksonville.

Hey, jackass.

So, um...

I fucked everything up, again...

As usual.

They told me in Purgatory

that not everything is always my fault,

but... it sure fucking feels like it.

And um...

I guess that's what I...

...liked about you?

Everything was always your fault, too.

Just a couple of assholes.

Okay. Uh...

Um, fuck you. Goodbye.

What the fuck kind of hoard was that?

What is wrong with that guy?

He had a pooka in there,
I mean a, a full-on Harvey.

Batshit out of its mind,
12-feet tall and hungry.

I really didn't think
you were coming back.

Me too. Shit!

Well, I finally found your damn spear.

What a fucking mess.

Hey, I'm not done with you yet.

That's not just for protection.

That's Gungnir, Odin's spear.

What do you really plan to do with that?

Uh, I'm gonna kill Wednesday.

Allahu Akbar.