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I can't be with
the woman I love.

And for her you'd
renounce your god powers?

In a heartbeat.

Kvasir.

The guy who pissed
himself down a drain?

The wisest of all the gods.

He has the answer to every question.

Maybe this can help your
quest for mortality.

That do anything?
No.

Tree of Life, my arse.
Tree of Useless.

I healed Odin with it.

I held this.

And I laid my hands upon him
and, lo, he was made better.

It turns out there are Maori
gods. Were you aware of this?

Hell, no.

She's gonna be Frigg.

No, Papatuanuku.

There are two prophecies, Axl.

I wanna go away with Axl,
my friend, to figure things out.

Hey.

How was your walk?

Good.

Those killer birds attack you?

It's you they don't like.

Did you sleep any better last night?

Uh,... some.

So the groaning from the back seat
of the car was what? Pleasure?

We didn't really think through the
whole running away thing, did we?

In terms of clothes, accommodation,
uh, money, food,

and, uh, toothbrushes.

I'm not ready to go back, Axl.

Any idea when you might be?

I mean, I don't want to spoil the
whole contemplation and serenity
vibe,

and I will stay as long as you
want to until you are ready.

But I'm gonna go postal soon, and
I will kill those bastard birds.

Then we'd better get out
of here, then, hadn't we?

Where to?

Till we see a sign.

What sort of sign?

Dunno. Haven't seen it yet, have we?

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Natalie, hi, it's Dawn from JPR.

I was wondering how
things are going.

In what sense?

Well, I sent the deal memo
over a couple of days ago.

I received it, yes.

And are we good to go?

I forwarded it to the
appropriate person.

And when they've responded,
I'll let you know.

And then I'll call Anders.

Oh, Dawn. If getting coffee were
an Olympic sport, you'd probably
finish about...

about fourth behind a whole bunch of
Asians who'd do this country proud.

Your friend Natalie
hasn't signed the deal.

Natalie isn't anyone's friend
except God. That would require her
having an emotion. Keep chasing her.

She'd respond quicker
if you chased her.

Don't sell yourself short, Dawn.
You have great powers of persuasion.

Ooh, try quoting scripture.
That might break the ice,
get things moving.

Thank you.

Where is she?

Gentlemen.
Kia-ora.

I have no idea.

Well, I thought you were
the god of find everything.

It's not that simple.

Last time we spoke, we were meant
to get together, talk it through
three days ago.

Yeah, what is this? Norse time?

But then the young folk took it
upon themselves to do a runner.

Well, where to?
I dunno.

Well, what happened to hunting god?

I hunt when I wanna hunt.

Well, hunt them now.

I'm a bit busy right
now. You hunt them.

This isn't over.

Running away... not many things
that strategy's ever sorted out.

But it buys the time to think.

Kia-ora.

Yep.

Do you think you
should go after them?

No. They'll be fine.

Are you sure?

Relatively sure.

Stop, stop, stop!

Go back. Go back.

There... a sign.

OK, when you said 'a sign',
I didn't think you mean a sign.

Well, when I was a kid... when
Bryn used to be gay... we used
to watch musicals.

Brigadoon was my favourite.

Go. Drive.

I love the whole idea of this
magical village that would only ever
appear once every hundred years,

then it'd be gone again. Cool, eh?

If you say so. Where are you going?

To check in.
Gaia, we smell and we have no money.

It'll be sweet.
How?

Hello.

Welcome to Brigadoon.

Hi.

Uh, we were wondering if
you had any spare rooms.

Absolutely. In fact, we have nothing
but spare rooms at the moment.

You don't have to tell them that.

Why? In case they run away?

They've come this far. They're not
going anywhere. Things have been
a bit slow lately.

So, how long were you
thinking of staying?

Maybe a night? Maybe more?
Not entirely sure... if that's cool.

That is entirely cool.
I'm Beth.

Tom.

Gaia. And this is Axl.
Oh, hi.

So, I'll just need one of you
to fill in the paperwork and
Tom will bring in your bags.

We don't actually have any bags.

Oh. OK.

You see, we kind of eloped...

in a hurry. So we didn't have
time for the whole packing thing.

OK, we'll leave.
Oh, no, no. That's so romantic.

How come you were never
that romantic with me?

You wanna elope? We'll elope. Don't
know who'll look after this place
while we elope, but we'll elope.

Oh, ignore him.

I'm in awe of you, and so proud
you've chosen Brigadoon to be
your eloping venue.

Thanks.
Oh, it was kind of a chance thing.

Oh, no matter. Our home is
your home from here on in.

There are great walks nearby or you
can sit around and do nothing, and I
can especially recommend our sauna.

We'll just need a credit card.

And don't you worry about clothes.
We can sort those out for you.

He'd be, uh, about the same size
as Paul, wouldn't you say?

Close enough.

Hmm.

They're gonna lock us in the dungeon
and find new ways to torture us.

You watch too many movies with Zeb.
They seem nice.

My point exactly. If they don't kill
us for fun, they'll kill us when my
credit card declines.

Oh no.
They've come for us.

Ah, these should do the trick.
Paul used to be our leading men.
Very tall, very handsome.

Before his accident.
What are all these?

Costumes.

We store them in the barn.

From our shows. Tom and I are very
active in the local theatre scene.

Oh.
Ooh, Ladies Night, 2005.

Full houses, excellent
review in the local paper.

Tom's still got his thong, actually.

Breaks it out on special occasions.
Maybe if you're lucky...

Maybe.

Have a rummage, slip into
whatever takes your fancy

and leave your dirty clothes outside
the door. I'll give them a wash.

You don't have to do that.

We like our guests to feel
like part of the family.

Especially young lovers who stumble
across the place by chance.

Thank you.

Dinner's any time after 6.

But Tom and I generally crack the
first gin around 5. You're welcome
to join us.

And I can really
recommend the sauna.

I don't think Tom wants
to kill you, Axl.

Bags shower first.

Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Hold the fort and chill
the champagne, Dawn.

What are we celebrating? Bankruptcy?

Quite the opposite... clients.

Really? Who?

Some guys I know in the booze trade.
Made a couple of calls. Ooh.

Money, Dawn. Lots and lots of money.
So you keep trying to track down
Jesus woman, OK?

And don't wait up.

I feel like a dick.

You look great. Although the Robin
Hood outfit with the Kermit the Frog
tights would have been better.

How do I look?

You look beautiful.

Ah, The Graduate. 2008.

Beth played Mrs Robinson.

Her scenes with Ross the sharemilker
from the next valley as Benjamin
Braddock...

You could have heard a pin drop.

Cocktail?
Ooh, yes, please.

I thought cocktails were from 5.

No, that's gin. Cocktails are
whenever you feel like 'em.

Enjoy.

You do realise the are probably
costing us, like, 20 bucks each,
right?

Oh, relax. Enjoy your
time in the real world.

You call this the real world?

Compared to what we
left behind, yes, I do.

Uh, no, no, no, no. Uh uh-uh.
This one is one me.

Hey, don't worry. You will all
pay in the long run, though.

Holy fuck.

Problem?

If righteous Natalie was here,
she could offer up a prayer to
the patron saint of credit cards.

Don't pay it.

I can't see this lot doing the most
subtle dine and dash, can you?

I thought Bragi had
a way with words.

He tends not to use them to
rip off restaurants, though.

We'll just leave them an extra-big
tip next time they come in.

Excuse me, just a quick
question about this bill.

Oui, monsieur?

Uh, I'm thinking, as a display
of gratitude for future business,

that the restaurant should
spring for the meal.

I think that this
should be on the house.

Certainly, sir.

Did you enjoy your meal?

It was very good, thank you.

Thank you.

We are gods among men.

And together we will
grow even more powerful.

You like power, do you?

Don't you? Don't you want your words
to be able to sway politicians and
billionaires,

not just some waiter at
some middle-brow restaurant?

Interesting talk coming from
a goddess who isn't entirely
sure what her power is.

Something to do with giving life.

And how it works.

Metaphorical apples are involved.

Ooh!

OK, there's nothing
weird about this.

Relax. This lamb is to die for.

Aren't you just hilarious?

Is everything alright here?

Axl's freaked about eating alone.

Yeah, I guess we should rely
a little less on word-of-mouth
and do some actual advertising.

Well, would you like to join us?

Are you sure?
Please. To soothe Axl's nerves.

Tom!

Bring the plates in here.

Oh, thank God.

I hate eating in the bloody kitchen.
Makes me feel like a servant.

We run and B & B, Tom.
We are servants.

Nonsense. We're host and
hostess. World of difference.

So, what's the story
with this elopement?

Tom!

You're the one who's been banging
on about it. I'm just cutting to
the chase.

In the rudest possible way.

No. No, it's OK.

Well,...

we were, um, friends
for a long time.

And then that changed.

And it didn't work out the
first time round, did it?

Not really.

So we fell apart for a while.

And then we went back
to being friends.

And then... the world
kinda changed...

and we were thrown
together, weren't we?

Then everything got very
complicated, so we ran away.

Family?

Yes. There was family involvement.

Opposing the marriage?

More a question of
who I should marry.

One side wanted Axl and the
other side wanted someone else.

What, like an arranged marriage?

Sort of.

Well, that's bloody barbaric
in this day and age.

It's all kind of old-fashioned.

And you chose Axl.

I haven't chosen anyone yet.

Right.

I mean,... I love the
idea of being married

that level of commitment
to a man I love.

I think marriage is the
greatest thing in the world.

How long have you two been married?

We're not.

Never saw the need.

W-We would have done it if
we'd had children... for them.

Instead we have this.

You should totally get married,

because you're clearly in love,
and that's what people in love
should do.

You take the bed.

I think we're capable of sharing
this big bed without anything
happening, don't you?

Maybe.

Besides, after sleeping in the car,
you deserve a good night's sleep.

I was kinda interested in
what you were saying before.

What was that?

At dinner, when you were
talking about marriage.

I don't remember. What'd I say?

Um, only that it's, like,
the best thing in the world.

Did I? Hmm.

Must have been the cocktails,
the gin, the wine.

No, you didn't touch
your wine at all.

Right, well, then I have
no idea where that came from.

I do. You know Frigg is the
goddess of marriage, right?

I don't want to talk
about that stuff.

That was the sign.

So suck on that, Jerome.

I said I don't want to talk about
it. I want to have a sauna... me
and you to have a sauna.

You say 'sauna'; I hear 'box where
innocent guests get slaughtered'.

Coward.

I don't think that's
such a good idea.

I think we're past worrying
about how much things cost.

No, no, I mean I don't think
drinking the sauna's a good idea.

Too bad.

Use the bottle as a weapon to
hit Tom over the head when he...
chainsaws you.

Or has his wicked way with you.

You know what the best thing
about the last few days has been?

The killer birds!

The fact that you haven't tried
to talk about what's going on
in my head.

Don't ruin that now.

I was just waiting
for you to talk first.

And I do love you for that.

Do you?

I thought you hadn't
made your choice yet.

I mean, to me the thing about
destiny is it's OK to embrace it,

especially if the one you're
destined to embrace is the
one you want to embrace.

Which I presume is me, seeing as
Jerome isn't the one in this hot
wooden box with you.

I said I don't want
to talk about it.

For how long, Gaia?

For how long are you planning to
avoid this, because... newsflash
you turn 21 the day after tomorrow.

Oh, sorry. I thought you two
had turned in for the night.

On my way now.
Yeah, I'll come with you.

No. You should stay here.

I'm not interrupting, am I?

No.

I don't know if that's such a good
idea, actually... you know, drinking
in the sauna.

Alcohol and heat tend
not to go together.

Yeah, that's what I said to Gaia,
but she seemed kind of determined.

They get like that, don't they? They
get an idea in their heads, can be
difficult to shift it.

Sometimes I... I really
don't get women at all.

Remarkably illogical
creatures at times.

Tell me about it. Like, every time
I open my mouth to talk to her
because we need to talk

it's apparently the
wrong time to talk.

Yeah, and?

So when's the right time?

The right time, Axl, is
when you want it to be.

The right time is when you as a man
feel the need to say what's on your
mind.

But if you're gonna spend the rest
of your life pussy-footing around
this girl,

not saying boo to a goose because
you're too bloody scared, well,...

maybe she's not actually the
girl for you. That's my take
on it, anyway.

Beth makes me wear
these bloody Speedos cos she reckons
I'd frighten the guests,

but you don't mind, do you?

No, no. Um, it's all yours, anyway.

OK. Nigh-night.

How did you get in? More
importantly, where have you been?

If there was ever a time when
we needed you, it has been now.

What the fuck are you...?

Is this a bug?

How did you know?

Is the computer turned on?

No.
Good, cos it's bugged as well.

Not that at my age I know anything
about how. Some kind of device in
the back, I s'pose.

How do you know all this?

After the night where you... with
a hurtful, smug expression on
your face

called into question my
abilities as family oracle,

I was seated right there when
who should come through the door?

The mystery of the eternally
unlocked front door... solved by me.

Kvasir.

First I was confused.

I wondered if he'd pissed himself
away somehow through the floorboards
or in your desk drawer.

The things about Kvasir is that he
may be gone, but his memory lingers.

Pretty cool, eh?

He bugged my bar?

No. God, no.

Kvasir couldn't operate a toaster.

He was more like the security guard
to make sure that operations
continued to operate.

Dodgy choice if you ask me, but
I s'pose it needed to be a god.

Who, Olaf? Who?

That, as it turned out, took
a long, complex interrogation.

Baldr?

Oh!

And he was a very tough
subject to crack.

Ya fucking wanker!

But eventually I prevailed.

But you've been down here
for, what, four days?

It was a long and complex
interrogation, Mikkel, full
of unexpected twists and turns.

What's with all the plants?

It's parsley, man.

It's the herb of the dead. It
masks the scent of the living so
him upstairs doesn't get a whiff.

Listen, I really need a piss.

In the bottle.

And if you try the pissing-away
trick, I'll put a cork in that
bottle and put it in a cupboard

for eternity.

Oh, fuck.

But eventually I forced
him to divulge everything.

What's all that electronic shit for?

But he coughed, gave up a name.

And I suspect that
is not coincidence.

Hello?

Damn, my favourite god-on-goddess
porn channel off the air.

Your little arse bouncing up and
down's a sight for sore eyes.

And the things you two do involving
the numbers six and nine... special!

You there, Mike?

Because I also wanted to thank
you for all of Agnetha's money.

What a special little
windfall that was, eh?

I was forced to go out and
buy a new yacht.

Mike?

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna
rip his eyeballs from his skull.

I lot of people have said that
about Loki over the years.

How did he get in and
plant all that shit?

Mike, they were here when you moved
in. He set you up to take this bar
so he could watch us and listen.

How? H-How did he
know that I'd want it?

Much of the wood in this place
it's salvaged from the Hovdig, the
ship that brought the gods here.

It's like a homing beacon for us.

He knows everything, doesn't he?

About Gaia.

Everything that took place
in this bar, he knows.

I'm gonna fucking kill him!

Told you this wasn't over.

Just over there, boys.

Natalie.

Hello.

Sorry to interrupt, but
I've left a few messages,

and I was a bit worried that
they weren't getting through.

Oh no, I got them.

I just wondered where
we were at. That's all.

Where we're at is nothing's changed
since the last time we spoke,

so there was very little
reason for me to contact you.

Right.

OK, Dawn. It is Dawn, isn't it?

Believe it or not, I have more
important things to concern
myself with than you or Anders

or your little company.

There are bigger fish in the sea,
so coming here to ambush me is not
a good idea.

Please don't do it again. I got your
messages, and I will answer them in
the fullness of time.

Does that answer your question?

Yes.
Good.

I am having serious
doubts about this woman.

You think she wants
the company gold?

I think she's giving
us the run-around.

Or maybe things just take the time
they take and ambushing the woman
at her hotel isn't going to help.

It wasn't an ambush.

Oh, I'm sure to her
it seemed like one.

I thought my messages
weren't getting through.

And as a result, you made
this company look desperate
and amateurish.

This company?

Sorry, did I miss the memo where
you were made managing director?

Ladies, ladies. As much as
I like a good girl-fight,

as neither of you are in bikinis
or slathered in jelly, I ask you
to retreat to your corners.

I have to go, anyway.
I'll see you later.

You met this woman in a bar
a matter of days ago.

I do some of my finest work in bars.

Oh, while you leave the running
of the company to her, apparently.

That is harsh and unfair and untrue.

I leave the running of
the company to you, Dawn,

because you're my pedestal, my
plinth, and you always will be,
because you're special to me.

Not in the way Helen is special to
me, because that's a whole different
kind of special, OK? So play nice.

Oh!

We can't keep hiding from reality,
Gaia. Not just because we can't
afford it.

Look at them. They're in love.

Ooh!

Yes! Point.

If you say so.

Yes, I do say so.

And they don't need somebody to
tell them they should be together.

But we're not them.

Why not?

The fucking universe has
said otherwise is why not.

So tomorrow I turn 21 and
one of two things happens

I turn into this goddess or that
goddess, and then I have to choose.

No, I don't, because the choice
has been made for me by the
fucking universe.

I then spend the rest of time with
you, whom I do love, or Jerome.

Can you see why I'm not exactly
thrilled about my options right now?

Did you just say you love me?

Pre-goddess crazy moment.

No, I'm thinking not.

Out!

Bullcrap!
Out! Way out.

You lying tart. On the line is in.

Oh, what are you talking about, old
man. You can't even see that far.

I can see that you're one of those
bitter old bitches that needs to
win at all costs.

- That's right. Resort to abuse.
- Yeah, really in love!

Which proves my point.

What?

That in the long run, you can't
believe in anything, not even love.

Of course you can.
Really?

You take after your mother.
And when I end up with Jerome,

how will you feel about love then?

You won't end up with Jerome.

You're that confident?

You just can't admit
you're wrong, can you?

You can't bear to lose, can you?

Screw you!
Screw you!

Hey! Hey, hey! Clothing violation.

What are you gonna
do about it, big boy?

Sort you out is what.

Get away from me!
No way!

Oh no!

Oh, stop it!

Dawn, I have to go.
Something's popped up.

Was Dawn suitably disapproving when
you departed without good reason?

Can you go a bit easier
on Dawn in the future?

I didn't realise
I was being hard on her... yet.

She's kind of important to me.

More important than me?

Different kind of importance.

You know you don't need
her any more, right?

Now that we've found each other,
I can provide everything Dawn
does and a whole lot more.

I'm sure you can.

But I kind of like
having Dawn around.

And that's admirable that
you feel loyalty to her.

But where we're going, Anders,
she will get in the way.

At worst, she will suffer.

As gods, we are going to rebuild
our world from the ground up.

We're gonna do such great things.

Can't you feel that? Can't you feel
the power that we're generating?

It's like...

we've unlocked something
in each other.

We're gonna be so huge.

Don't you agree?

And why is this bad for Dawn?

It's always bad for a mortal when
they get caught in the middle of
god business. You know that.

What if I am Papatuanuku?

Then you'll be the
best Papatuanuku ever.

But I won't be your Frigg.

I'll still love you.

Really?

I'll still be me. I will
still feel the same.

Damn.
What?

You're not making
this easier, are you?

Actually, I am desperately trying
to uncomplicate things from where
they've been.

I wish that was possible.

I mean, what I want is a sign
telling me the right way through
this thing.

We ran away and followed a sign
that led us here, didn't it?

So? You hate it here.

It's growing on me.

And did you know that
Odin can do signs?

Really?

Yeah. You want a sign, I'm your man.

If you truly love me,
then you'll give me a sign.

Anything you want.

The followers of Maui,
Mr Ullr, are used to waiting.

George, the kids will come
back when they come back.

And until our Papatuanuku is
returned to us, we're gonna
wait right here.

Excuse me.
Not going anywhere.

What is this?

This is the least of our worries,
but I need to go find Axl to sort
it out.

There's something you need to know.
You're not going to like it.

What?

Best I show you. Upstairs.

She's way hotter than any
of the goddesses we have.

And about to be much, much angrier.

Is he alright?

I reckon he's not too bad.

Yeeeehah!

I told him he needed
to show me a sign to show how
much he loves me.

Quite a lot, then.

I think this calls for a thong.

Oh, let him have his moment
in the spotlight, dear.

You know, this is
actually quite fun.

Good to know.

But it looks like you
could use a sauna now.

Those liquor industry guys you
got drunk with yesterday...

What about them?

They have come through, big time.

Selling sugary, alcoholic soft
drinks to impressionable young
women... I love our work!

The proposal and fee structure is on
your desk. Meanwhile, not a herring
from the lovely Natalie.

Dawn, can you come here, please?

I've been thinking.

We've been good
together, you and me.

I appreciate everything
you've done for me, but I can't
help but wonder if...

maybe it's time you moved on
to a new phase of your life.

How do you...? What do you mean?

I think, Dawn, it's time you left
This job to do all the things you
want to.

Weren't you saying that your mum
wasn't so well? Maybe you should
spend some time with her.

Would that work?
Three months' salary in advance...
how does that sound?

Does that sound fair?

Won't be long, Tom.

Hi. Ooh, yeah, sorry to
interrupt. Um... Hi, Gaia.

Hi.

The thing is you really
need to come back now.

Can we just get dressed first?

Bonza.

And, Mike...

Any chance you can
sort out the bill?

In many ways, it's what I've wanted
for a long time now, off and on.

And getting away from Anders
can't be a bad things, right?

But he actually fired you?

I haven't really thought about
it like that, thank you.

But you do all the work.

Well, yes, but he's got
Helen now, and it's good for me to
move on.

I can take some time to think about
things and go and look after my mum
like she wants.

Your mum lives in Putaruru.

Putaruru isn't the end of the world.

Yeah, I can make this work.

I thought you wanted me
to stop exploiting Dawn.

I didn't want you to cast her
aside when you're bored with her.

She seemed happy to be cast aside.

Very generous settlement, plus she
gets to feel good about herself
looking after her mum...

in Putaruru.

This is all about you, isn't it?
You don't want Dawn to move away,
do you?

So don't pontificate to me from your
moral high ground, you hypocrite.

I did what was right for me. If that
messes with of your plans with Dawn,
boo-hoo.

I don't have any plans for Dawn.

Exactly.

Oh, hello.
Is Ty here?

No.
Good.

Just Stacey.
Hello.

She's been telling me how hard it
is to run a cycle courier business.

It's more interesting
than it sounds.

Fascinating!

I need you to hide this.

From Anders?
From Colin.

How does he know you've got it?

Long story. Short version, he was
watching when we fooled round with
it the other day.

Watching? How?

Through the power of his mind!

How do you think? A fucking camera.
At Mike's?

Yes.
In the upstairs bedroom bit?

Yes, Stacey. Where we were.

The bedroom where you and Mike
sleep... among other things?

Yes.
A camera that's on all the t ?

Yes, Stacey.

Oh, gross.

I quite liked it the times I was
videotaped. I don't know why.

Look, all I want you to do is
fucking hide the stick in case he
comes after it, OK? Which he will.

How do you know it was Colin who
installed the camera, not Mike?

Because Kvasir told Olaf.

Kvasir?
He's living under the bar.

We need to go there now.
I need to talk to him.

I wouldn't. It's full of Maoris.

There's no need to
get racist, Michelle.

I'm not. It is literally...

Never mind. Hide the stick.

I-I

Stay here. Guard the stick.
You can see for yourself.

What if you're wrong?
That has been known to happen.

You said that with Anders and Helen,
it would end badly for her.

Because it always has.

What if this time it
ends badly for him?

Oh, I see what you mean
about the Maoris.

Oh, Ty's here. He must know already.
Isn't it brilliant news about
Kvasir?

What about him?
I found him.

No, I found him.

I mean 'I' in the sense
that I've been looking

Hang on. Found him where?

You're standing on him.

Behold the wisest of the gods.

Shove it up your arse.

I am Hod.

And there was me thinking
someone had left the window open.

You have to answer my questions.

I know how it works, Iceberg.

I want to become mortal.

Uh, that wasn't a question, Ty.

Right.

Right. Is it possible
for me to become mortal?

Yes.

How?

First, you must give
Kvasir his drink.

Nice try.

Fuck.

Tell first, drink after.

It is possible, but
it's also impossible,

because you need two things
that are impossible to find,

specially for a bunch of
dickheads like you lot.

Shall I hit him, Ty?

I'm good.

What two things?

Death is the only
doorway to mortality,

so you must have a way
of dying and returning.

Like, say, a doctor who knows
how to resuscitate a patient?

Yeah. Yeah, that'd do it, I suppose.

But the other thing is definitely
beyond the likes of you,

for to separate life from death,
the spirit from the body,

you must have that from which all
life is derived... Yggdrasil, the
world tree.

And that's it?
What do you mean that's it?

What do we do with Yggdrasil?

You've got to fucking find it first.

Done that.
Oh, bullshit.

All I can say, Kvasir, is if you're
the wisest we've got, woe is us.

What do we do with it?

Come on, Kvasir. You know
you want to tell me.

She has returned, my Papatuanuku.

No.

Not yet.

The fate of this girl is yet to
be decided. So until then, can you
please leave Mike alone and go home?

Whatever will be will be.

OK?

But the will of Maui
It is more than OK.

Take me home, please.

OK.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

A potato peeler? Really?

It does the job. It's sacred enough.

Is Anders aware you have his stick?

The only stick Anders cares about
is the one he's sticking into Idun.

There is that.

Here.

Stir it a bit.

Drink.

Or, having come this far, you
could bail out like a big pussy.

Drinking a cup of bark tea seems
way too easy to stop being a god.

Mm, sometimes what seems easy
is in fact hardness in disguise.

Anything?

Hard to say.

I'm doing this for you.

Aww. That's nice.

To be with you.

I thought
you wanted to be with Dawn.

You are Dawn.

I think
he's hallucinating.

I so wanna try this.

I'm not hacking off
bits of my stick for drug freaks
looking to score.

Oh, so it's your stick now?

You're damn right it is.

I think you'll find Yggdrasil
belongs to the universe, Michelle.

Stop! Stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

I don't feel too flash.

Ooh!

Shit, I think he's dead.

That's kinda the plan, Stacey.

That is a lot of cold in one man.

Alright, bring him back.

I said, 'Bring him back!'

What the hell are you doing?

You can't go around killing gods,
especially one that's my boyfriend.

I'm not killing anyone. I wanna
try something and I don't want
him to see it.

Oh!

Oh! And, behold, she
has power over death.

Are you OK?

How do you feel?

Warm.