(LIGHTS BUZZ)
MAD SWEENEY: Do you know who he is?
Who he really is?
(THUNDER CRASHES)
WEDNESDAY: Shadow Moon...
- You're my man now. - (HORN HONKS)
LAURA: You've gotten yourself mixed up
in some really weird shit, Shadow.
MAD SWEENEY: You shouldn't trust him. Grimnir. Don't trust him.
Trying to start a war, Glad-O-War?
WEDNESDAY: We're at war already and we're losing.
Who are you?
WEDNESDAY: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
SHADOW: What should I believe?
- WEDNESDAY: What's today? - MR WORLD: Wednesday.
Today's my day.
(PULSATING AND MYSTERIOUS THEME MUSIC)
(GROWLING)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(SEWING MACHINE CLATTERS)
This is all too big.
Too much going on at once.
(SIGHS)
We should start with a story.
WEDNESDAY: Oh, Jesus, Nancy!
I'm gonna tell you a story.
Haven't got time for a story. Just do the fucking work, huh?
NANCY: Let me tell a goddamned story!
I got a good one.
Real good.
Once upon a time...
See? It sounds good already.
You're hooked.
Just get on with it, huh?
(SNAPS FINGERS)
Once upon a time,
there was a fucking queen.
She had it all,
the glory, the power.
Worshippers, eager to give and grateful to receive.
Why?
Because she had the gift of the gift.
The blessing of blessings, hers to bestow.
And her place of worship?
(CHUCKLES)
Well, that was the place to be.
THAT was the goddamn shit.
(HAUNTING, EERIE MUSIC)
(DRUMS BEAT SLOWLY AND RHYTHMICALLY)
NANCY: It was good fucking times.
Kings didn't like that.
Kings came one after the other
to knock her off her throne.
They didn't last long.
(EXOTIC MUSIC)
When the queen was done with you...
...you were gone.
Worse ways to go.
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC REACHES CRESCENDO)
NANCY: Clothes and hair change with the times,
but this queen...
(CHUCKLES)
...she kept the party going.
(ELECTRONIC DISCO BEAT)
(WOMAN SINGS) ♪ As a friend ♪ Not as a fighter
♪ I come as someone you invited
♪ You seem to confess
♪ It's all so senseless
♪ Ah
♪ Oh
♪ Ah. ♪
NANCY: But the kings,
they kept coming after her.
Our queen's power,
which is the power of all women,
the power of rebirth and creation.
It makes some men kneel in awe
and give gifts.
But it makes other men angry.
(GLASS TINKLES)
And you know it--
anger gets shit done.
So men did what they do.
They took from her that power. Took them a long time.
Took them guns and knives and sharp dicks.
But they grabbed the power
they were too scared for a queen to have.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND SCREAMING)
They laundered it
and gave it to men.
They forced our queen into the back seat.
WOMAN ON P.A.: The remaining flight time
to New York's John F. Kennedy Airport is 11 hours.
So sit back, relax and enjoy...
"Where is the library?"
NANCY: Now, our queen, she made her peace with change.
She told herself
the back seat's got cushions too.
She told herself
she was playing the game
by staying in it.
Excuse me.
Do you know where the bathroom is?
There's one in the back.
I don't see it.
(UNCLIPS SEATBELT) Show me.
(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR RATTLES)
(LOCK CLICKS)
Where did 30F run off to?
NANCY: So long as I'm still alive...
...I can adapt.
ATTENDANT: So you can let everyone back home
know where you're going.
NANCY: I still know what I am.
(MACHINE BUZZES)
NANCY: But America too
can take issue with a woman of power.
It finds ways of cutting her down,
of punishing her for her daring to be.
(TROLLEY RATTLES)
NANCY: And our girl...
...after a while, even she forgot there's a queen inside.
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NANCY: And there's no end
to the cruelty of men threatened by strong women.
So what's a queen to do?
She gets on her knees.
She takes what she don't want to
and we watch in easy fucking judgement
and pretend we'd do a single thing different in her shoes.
TECHNICAL BOY: Hm.
I hear they blew up your altar.
Darn.
I have a new one to offer you.
Aren't you the lucky duck?
(LOW HUMMING BUILDS TO RAPID CRESCENDO)
Oh!
Boop.
OK.
TECHNICAL BOY: Worship is a volume business.
Whosoever has the most followers wins the game.
Want to play?
NANCY: Life is long when you got regret.
A moment can last forever
when you can see how it should have gone.
You get the moral to this story?
I don't know.
Don't compromise?
Or, uh...
...don't cut deals with treacherous motherfuckers.
What? No!
Fuck, no!
Did you get this one off the discount rack?
Where are you getting in life
without some fucking compromise?
The moral is...
Get myself a queen.
You goddamn right.
You better get yourself a queen.
'Cause you just went and killed one of theirs.
That's one of mine. I killed one of mine.
NANCY: Not anymore.
Not in a long while has he been one of yours.
You separate a head from a body,
that is strike fucking one across the bow.
They ain't gonna take that lightly.
Good-- wait till he sees strike two,
when I get myself that queen.
- (THUNDER RUMBLES) - (LAUGHS)
What about you?
Spill blood together, that binds you to him for life.
- Yeah, the fuck it does. - Fuck it doesn't.
- Now, we have a compact. - Yeah. Till you piss me off.
You've just gone and pissed me off, OK?
So I think that violates our agreement.
What are you so pissed off about?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
You just cut off your friend's head!
OK?
Now you're getting a suit made
like you're the goddamn Godfather?
Who the fuck did you think he was?
You're getting one too.
We have to be presentable, where we're going.
Fuck you!
Look, I don't even know your name!
Hey, Mr Wednesday? Who I met on a Wednesday.
I don't think you understand the concept of 'pissed off'.
It's angry.
Oh, I know what pissed off is. I'm pissed off!
So as a pissed-off person, I'm aware.
You're confused.
You got questions, but you don't know how to ask them.
Do not confuse confusion for anger.
I'm not confused.
I'm very confused.
You're confused. And you're intrigued.
Your wife came back from the dead. Why wouldn't you be?
If you denied it, I'd call you a liar.
- A bigger one than I am. - NANCY: Ha!
And that's a very big liar.
Hm...
The terms of our agreement are intact.
You're not angry, Shadow.
But you do have to start getting angry.
Angry... gets shit done.
Try that on for size.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(HEAVY THUD)
(SKULLS CLACK)
- (FOOTSTEPS THUD) - (SNORTS)
(FOOTSTEPS THUD CLOSER)
(SNORTS)
(LOW RUMBLING)
(GASPS)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Is this Wisconsin?
That's our next stop.
Welcome to Kentucky.
(CHEERFUL MUSIC)
Now, be nice to the lady we're visiting, but not too nice.
She might take a fancy to you and that would not be good.
Why? She an ex-girlfriend of yours?
Not for all the little plastic toys in China.
No, she's...
She's something else.
We might not be welcome at first.
(CRUNCHING AND SPLATTERING)
Ah... in the presence of a queen.
(MUSICIANS PLAY ELEGANT CLASSICAL MUSIC)
Huh. Forgot it was Easter.
Well, it is Sunday, 16th of April,
seven days after the vernal equinox.
- I love Easter. - Oh, many do.
Some for the rabbits, some for the resurrection.
Most think of the food.
All that fucking sugar, huh?
They don't think of the truth of the day.
And why would they?
But, yeah, you could...
...you could call this Easter.
Or we could call it what it really is.
A pagan ritual, the celebration of the beginning of spring,
dating back about 12,000 years.
So when you see children dipping eggs
in vinegar the colours of their favourite toys,
when you see the nation's youth fleeing south for copulation,
or when they spread their seed
over that sinking mass that is the great state of Florida,
they all...
...without realising it,
do it in her name.
Ostara.
(BIRDS CHIRP AND TWITTER)
- WOMAN: Hello! - (GLASS TINGS)
Oh, it is a treasure and a treat
to welcome you all to my home
and on my day, my favourite day of the year.
When all is lavender and dew,
reborn and restored.
- When we celebrate... - Hello, Shadow.
Hey.
Do I know you?
Yes, you do.
OSTARA:...and then move on. (LAUGHS)
I think it's important for us all to remember
what this day is really, truly about, which is...
Ooh, for Christ's sake.
Praise the Lords.
Please help yourself and those less fortunate to the buffet.
I got plenty of honey ham. (LAUGHS)
But for those of you who do not partake of pork...
That's...
...Easter?
Because people believe in Easter.
Believing is seeing.
Gods are real if you believe in them.
(CANDY CLACKS)
SHADOW: Gods.
WEDNESDAY: Uh-huh.
Fuck me.
- SHADOW: Alright, so... - Hm?
That's... Jesus Christ.
A Jesus Christ.
WEDNESDAY: Some Jesus Christ.
For every belief, every branch, every denomination,
they see a different face when they close their eyes to pray.
So who are you?
Like I said, you wouldn't believe in me if I told you.
(SIGHS)
Happy Easter, you old fraud.
And a fair Ostara to you.
What the hell are you doing here?
I'm not here for Christ's sake, but all our sakes.
You look divine.
How the hell else should I look?
Say hello to Ostara.
Hey, Ostara.
Oh, he's a blusher.
- Wednesday. - Mm-hm?
- You brought me a blusher. - Mm-hm.
And he's pink chocolate. How perfectly wonderful.
What's he called?
WEDNESDAY: Shadow Moon.
WEDNESDAY: So, how's tricks?
Asks the tricksiest rabbit I know.
Well, I was hoping to enlist your assistance.
Stop wasting time.
I can't be bothered, so don't you bother me about it.
Shadow? That's a sweet name.
Now, now, now, now. Leave him be, huh?
Why do they call you Shadow, sweetness?
The way I followed my mama around.
She didn't know what else to call me.
Well, I deal in sugar, Sugar,
and you're the sweetest damn thing I've ever seen.
(LAUGHS)
This is the boy that has everyone so upset?
Ah, you heard?
Well, I keep my ears pricked up.
Come here, sweet Shadow.
Allow me to impart some wisdom.
There's far too many secret societies out there.
They have no loyalty and no love.
They range from barely competent to deeply dangerous.
- You don't sound like one of us. - I'm not one of you.
WEDNESDAY: Oh, yes, you are.
You're as forgotten, unloved and unremembered as any of us.
I'm doing just fine.
Happy Easter. Christ is risen. Hello, boys.
Well, you were before these assholes were born.
Until the day that Jesus Christ
crawled out of his stinky old grave,
folks would paint eggs with dandelions and paprika for her,
to exchange as gifts at the first sign of spring,
in her name... Ostara.
They still do. They still do!
On my festival days,
they still feast on eggs and rabbit and candy.
- And they do it in my name. - Serious question, my dear.
I have no doubt that millions upon millions exchange tokens
and observe the rituals of your festival,
all down to the hunting of the hidden eggs,
but does anybody pray in your name?
Do they say it in worship?
Oh, they mouth your name,
mm, but they have no idea what it means, none whatsoever.
Same every spring-- you do all the work, he gets the prayers.
What has gotten into you?
I feel terrible about this.
No. No!
WEDNESDAY: It's her day. You took it.
You crucified her day.
When they started following you, everybody else got burned.
In your name.
Happy fucking Easter!
- (GUESTS GASP AND MURMUR) - (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Uh...
(LAUGHS WEAKLY) N...
- A word. - Mm-hm.
You shut your mouth before I slap it off your goddamn face!
Oh... Oh. How dare you?
How dare you?
How dare you come into my home
and uncork all over Jesus of Nazareth
and all the other Jesuses who died on the cross
and even the ones who didn't-- how dare you!
These are kind, generous men
and they've come to celebrate their day.
My day.
God damn it, OUR day!
And you come in here and disrespect them?
- They are gods, for God's sake! - WEDNESDAY: They're sons of.
They're men who walk the streets. They shake hands.
- They take shits. - Oh!
What I'm doing here is of no concern to them.
This is your day, love.
Always has been, always will be.
Just don't try to tell me that they all worship you.
I know they don't. I'm not a fool.
No, you're not.
I am.
An old one.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
They killed Vulcan.
They killed my friend.
He pledged his allegiance to me
and forged a blade...
(METAL RASPS)
...in my honour.
And they killed him for it.
The new gods.
That's why we need you.
That's why we need Spring to fight them,
to show them who we are.
Oh, they will worship you.
They will...
...worship you if you make them pray.
They'll pray to Him.
But he's not the goddess of spring.
Shadow, my boy,
I need a word with the fair lady here alone.
Help yourself to a drink. Two, tops.
Still need you sharp.
(MOBILE VIBRATES)
(RASPING)
You've been avoiding me.
Hm?
My mistake.
I used the phone.
Worst thing you can do to someone is call them.
I've been occupied.
Yes, you have.
Impressive reach metrics. Deep penetration.
Total unique impressions is what sells,
and no-one leaves an impression more unique than you.
(SOFT DING)
You've done well with me.
VERY well.
Now it's my turn to do well by you.
I can take care of you.
Hm.
Hands free, honeypot.
I have no intention of spending the rest of my days
feeding your soul from the vagina nebula.
But...
...if you point that gun in the right direction...
(INHALES)
Hm?
You're wishing you had no business with me.
(SLOWLY) But you do.
You owe.
I'm calling it in.
(ICE-CREAM TRUCK MUSIC PLAYS)
(MUSIC SLOWS AND DIES)
- (BIRDS SING) - (FLY BUZZES)
(TURNS OFF MOTOR)
(FLY BUZZES)
(GASPS)
LAURA: Is this it?
- How'd you find it? - (KEYS JANGLE)
(FLY BUZZES)
LAURA: Shadow's here.
Jesus Christ.
Are they all... Jesuses?
LAURA: Right, of course, 'cause...
...Jesus is real.
Hm.
God damn it.
(CHUCKLES) Hm...
Did you always believe?
JESUS PRIME: Did I always believe?
I AM belief, Shadow.
I don't know how not to believe.
I don't think I know how to.
I think maybe I...
...I don't really believe.
You know, I don't really believe any of this.
And maybe everything that's happened so far
is just some kind of vivid dream.
Um...
I don't even know if I can believe that.
JESUS PRIME: Even if you don't believe,
you cannot travel in any other way
than the road...
...your senses show you.
And you must walk that road...
...to the end.
OSTARA: Starve them into submission?
They used to starve themselves.
40 days.
And not out of worship, but out of necessity.
Hunger was an ancient form of prayer
and they've never been hungry.
I mean, they just pluck their food out of the freezer,
throw it in the microwave, watch it spin around.
Never once have they had to work for it,
give thanks for it
or pray to you for it.
Make them pray.
Let them remind themselves
it was a queen that gave them the harvest.
Oh, they'll be hungry, but then they'll turn to you
and they will pray to Ostara once again.
She withholds, she returns.
Prayer, reward.
The ancient contract.
(BELL TINKLES)
Holy shit.
Hold that thought.
Come on.
(FLY BUZZES)
- (GURGLING) - (RETCHES)
Oh!
(SIGHS)
(FLY BUZZES)
('HALLELUJAH CHORUS' FROM HANDEL'S 'MESSIAH' PLAYS)
A dead girl?
I have a house full of guests and a garage full of caterers
and you brought me a dead girl?
- Hi. - (FLY BUZZES)
- You have a lovely home. - Don't stoop.
Somebody tried to raise you with refined manners, dead girl,
and failed.
- (FLY BUZZES) - (SIGHS)
Let me see you.
She doesn't want to be dead.
- Dead gets a bad rap. - (FLY BUZZES)
I don't want her to be dead.
- Reason being? - Selfish reasons.
(FLY BUZZES)
Can you do that?
Professional courtesy. Colleague to colleague?
You all think I'm like you. I am not like you.
You, I'm particularly not like.
And that doesn't translate into courtesies owed,
professional or otherwise.
A favour, then.
You do owe me that.
(INHALES)
Who were you, exactly?
- (FLY BUZZES) - I was, uh, Laura Moon.
Um, I'm still Laura Moon.
Laura Moon.
Shadow Moon?
Mm, we know he's here. We know who he's here with.
Best he doesn't know I'm here.
Best he don't know who I'm here with.
How do you feel?
I don't mean existentially.
I mean physically. Sensationally.
Are you in your body, but not of it?
Ah, I'm in my body. I feel it.
Death hurts.
I mean, mostly that hurt is just absences of things.
(FLY BUZZES)
I'm thirsty all the time.
Fucking parched.
And... cold.
Cold in my bones.
Living in her own apocalypse.
Did, um... did Jesus go through his own apocalypse
before you brought him back to life?
Oh, I didn't bring Jesus back to life, no.
He was dreamed back to life on my day.
A very narrow sliver in that Venn diagram.
- MAD SWEENEY: This is your day. - (FLY BUZZES)
The vernal equinox, the light of the world.
Rebirth, renewal, resurrection.
- Can you do it? - (FLY BUZZES)
I can. I have.
I normally wouldn't.
But today isn't a normally kind of day.
(OSTARA BREATHES DEEPLY)
I don't resurrect, I re-life.
Life has always been my gift
to re-gift.
Well, good.
Good, because as it turns out, I have a lot to live for
and it's so close I can feel it.
It's the only thing I can feel, so...
I would really like to not be dead anymore,
so that I can feel it fully.
So...
...how does this work?
How it works is I find out exactly why you are dead
and we go from there.
Well, I don't know why this happened.
I mean, I know how, but I don't know why.
Come. Let me take a look.
(FLY BUZZES)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
I'm starting to get an idea.
Folks have always been curious
about that exact moment of death.
As if the difference
between one side of that divide and the other
could be quantified.
Some believe that you can develop a last image seen
off their retinas.
Like a photograph.
- (GASPS) - (FLY BUZZES)
(FLY BUZZES)
Death is usually the last enemy.
Right, but not for, uh... not for Jesus Christ.
No, not for you.
And you're no Jesus Christ.
Are you still working for the man?
I was.
About that, we have a problem here.
- A... a problem with me? - (FLY BUZZES)
Oh, no. Not with you, you.
You are perfectly lovely,
but you dead, yes, is a problem for me.
But you said you could re-gift the gift.
I need the gift. I need to be alive.
I can't help you with your dead.
You are dead of a different kind.
Fuck.
- How am I dead different? - (FLY BUZZES)
Laura Moon...
...you were killed by a god.
I can't interfere with that.
That is a dead without undoing.
Not by my hand, anyway.
(BELL TINKLES)
Oh, shit.
I have other guests. Good luck.
(FLY BUZZES)
I was killed...
...by a god?
- (FLY BUZZES) - (SNIFFS)
Which... fucking... god?
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)
Never saw you look quite so pretty before.
- (INHALES) Happy Easter, Easter. - Oh... and to you.
I could hardly wait to keep our date this lovely Easter morning.
And your heart beat fast as you came through that door.
Um...
- We had a date? - Standing.
- Our marshmallow peepshow. - Oh.
Candy cream eggs, cellophane grass, bunnies and duckies.
We popularised the pagan. We practically invented brunch.
- (LAUGHS) - We built this holiday.
You and me.
We're a couple of swells. (LAUGHS)
Oh, have you met my sheep?
- Which fucking god? - (MAD SWEENEY GROANS)
Me fucking god. I ran you off the road.
See, here I thought I knocked the gear shift with my shoulder.
All this time, I've been blaming myself.
(FLY BUZZES)
Now I have somebody else to blame, right?
(SCREAMS)
That's right, I killed you!
- I killed you fucking dead! - No!
You are not a god!
She said I was killed by a god.
You're many things, but you're not a god.
Which fucking god?
(GROANS)
I'll squeeze them straight out of the sac, like shucking peas.
- (WHIMPERS) - I swear to Jesus.
He's right outside.
(GASPS)
You... you know which god.
Of course I know which god!
I want to hear you fucking say it, so say it.
Wednesday.
(GROANS)
- Fuck that guy. - (MAD SWEENEY COUGHS)
- Why? - (COUGHS WEAKLY)
- Why me? Why murder me? - (FLY BUZZES)
You weren't murdered, you were sacrificed.
(FLY BUZZES)
Shadow, right?
So why does Shadow matter?
He doesn't!
He's nothing.
He's no-one who just...
...just happens to be the guy.
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
When we robbed the casino,
did Wednesday fuck up my perfect plan?
It wasn't a perfect plan.
Didn't account for divine intervention, did you?
The whole fucking time?
The robbery, Shadow going to jail, me dying...
Act of god?
Just fucking with us to fuck with us?
What do you think gods do?
They do what they've always done.
They fuck with us.
(FLY BUZZES)
They fuck with all of us.
Just don't take it personally.
I don't.
He needed your man.
(FLY BUZZES)
Needed him to be in a place
where he had nothing left in the world.
Nothing to lose, 'cause...
...he'd already lost everything.
(FLY BUZZES)
What does Wednesday have to lose?
They're here.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(BIRDS CAW)
MEDIA: Is he here?
Is who here?
Oh, He with a capital H?
I've got a gaggle of them inside.
One of them has got a baby dinosaur. (LAUGHS)
That's not the 'he' I was referring to.
The 'he' I was referring to was... Wednesday.
Oh, he was here, trying to enlist me
in some sort of something he was brewing.
What are the ingredients of that brew?
I dismissed him before hearing him out.
I'm doing peachy.
- So why would I help him? - (FLY BUZZES)
That's right. A god has to be exotic.
She has to be...
...a peach.
And Wednesday...
...well, I suppose he's a lemon.
- (FLY BUZZES) - You're an old god new again.
That's what we offer.
That's what we represent.
You feel you've been treated unfairly?
I feel misrepresented in the media.
Put a pillow over that feeling
and bear down until it stops kicking.
St Nick took the same deal you did.
The only reason why you're relevant today
is because Easter is a Christian holiday.
(SCOFFS)
It's religious Darwinism.
Adapt and survive.
What we have achieved together, you and I,
is no small feat,
now that we're living in an atheist world.
(LAUGHS) Look at you.
Squawk the squawk.
In your Easter bonnet,
with all the frills upon it,
you should be thrilled, overjoyed
that anyone believes in anything that doesn't have a screen
anymore.
What happens if they all decide
that God doesn't exist?
WEDNESDAY: What if they decide God does exist?
MEDIA: Whose god?
They're not all going to choose just one.
WEDNESDAY: Well, it doesn't matter.
Plenty of worship to go around, once worship gets redistributed.
WE are the distributors.
The platform and the delivery mechanism.
We control the story.
We control the flow.
We are the flow.
WEDNESDAY: What you offer is existential crisis aversion.
Don't look over there, look over here.
Don't listen to that, listen to this.
You provide a product, an innovative distraction,
and you keep innovating it and you keep providing it.
The beauty of what we do is we only need inspire.
Hm. You don't have the juice.
And don't act like your fucking rent boy here
is your disciple.
Here's the thing... you're old as fuck.
Things are never going back
to the way that they were.
The times, they are a-changing.
You can't fight progress.
Then why are you here?
Why do I matter?
We're here for her.
We're here for my friend.
And you don't matter.
Not really. Not anymore.
You could have, but... (SCOFFS)
People create gods when they wonder why things happen.
Do you know why things happen? Because gods make them happen.
You want to know how to make good things happen?
Be good to your god.
You give a little, you get a little.
The simplicity of that bargain has always been appealing.
That's why you're here and that's precisely why I matter.
You only matter in matters of war.
And there's not going to be a war.
We have the guns.
We have the firepower.
You have the swords and knives...
- (THUNDER RUMBLES) - ...and hammers and stone axes.
(WIND WHOOSHES)
We fight, we win.
We don't fight... we win.
You die out either way.
MR WORLD: You are the passenger pigeons and thylacines.
Nobody cares about you.
It's either going to be a bloodbath
or we'll wait you out
and get the whole thing without a fuss.
My message to you...
...don't fight.
I don't have to fight.
I have faith.
I dedicate these deaths to Ostara.
- (THUNDER CRACKS) - Which deaths?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Do you have faith, Shadow?
What are you?
Do you know me?
Do you know what I am?
Do you want to know my name?
Tell me.
- This is what I am called. - (THUNDER RUMBLES)
I am called Glad-O-War, Grim, Raider and Third.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
WEDNESDAY: I am One-Eyed.
I am also called Highest and True-Guesser.
I am Grimnir and the Hooded One.
I am All-Father, Gondlir Wand-bearer.
I have as many names as there are winds,
as many titles as there are ways to die!
My ravens are Huginn and Muninn. Thought and Memory!
My wolves are Freki and Geri!
My horse is the gallowed.
I am ODIN!
Odin?
Odin!
And you are Ostara of the dawn.
(SLOWLY) Show them who you are.
(VIVACIOUS, UPLIFTING MUSIC)
(UPLIFTING MUSIC FADES)
(DRUMS BEAT RAPIDLY)
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(SHEEP BLEAT)
What have you done?
(BIRDS CAW)
MR WORLD: You wanted a war, Glad-of-War?
(SIGHS) You have one.
Be glad.
It will be the war you die in.
(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)
Tell the believers and the non-believers.
Tell them we've taken the spring.
They can have it back...
...when they pray for it.
Do you believe?
I believe.
What do you believe, Shadow?
Everything.
(WOMAN CLEARS HER THROAT)
I'd like to have a word with my husband.
(DING!)
BILQUIS: Excuse me.
Do you know where the bathroom is?
(CHAOTIC MUSIC BUILDS TO A CLIMAX)
(UP-TEMPO ELECTRONIC BEAT)
(WOMAN SINGS) ♪ Learning history from the earth
♪ Steal my heart ♪ My hands are bare
♪ You seem to confess
♪ But it's a state of undress
♪ Can't you watch the sunrise?
♪ Did it come here to die?
♪ But you kept me in the dark
♪ Worshipping, loving
♪ Living, dying
♪ Watching, waiting
♪ Burning so bright
♪ You kept me in the dark. ♪