The Almighty Johnsons (2011) s02e01 Episode Script

You know what the weird thing is? Zeb, there are a lot of weird things in my life.
Among all the other weird things.
That somewhere is the woman for you.
That's not weird.
I'm not saying you're unattractive to the ladies.
But you know who I mean.
Frigg.
She's out there, my Lord Odin.
In the sea? No, she's not a dolphin.
In the world.
Don't call me Lord Odin.
Not yet.
Or ever.
Just sounds weird coming from you.
OK.
But we will find her, or my name isn't Freki.
Your name isn't Freki.
You started to call yourself Freki when you found out Freki was Odin's wolf.
That's me, your lone wolf, by your side on your side.
Not like your useless brothers.
They're on my side too.
On paper, sure.
But they are pretty useless for gods.
They're not entirely useless.
They're just .
.
busy.
And we knew Anders was useless, so that's not exactly a surprise.
And that is a brilliant idea.
So let's do it.
Let's get busy and find her.
You do that.
We we need to.
Yes, you do.
No, no, no, no.
We need to get busy together - on the quest.
- I am busy on the quest.
Doing what? Stuff.
What stuff? Important stuff.
- Like what? - I'm not at liberty to tell you.
- Why not? - 'Cause it's on a need-to-know basis.
But I'm Odin.
It's my quest.
You can carry on that quest without me.
Where are you going? Away.
Where? Somewhere cold.
Hey, do you like my beard? Very fetching.
Where cold? Yeah, I'm quite proud of my beard.
It itches like a bastard, though.
Hmm.
Look, you'll do fine without me.
But I need you.
Really? 'Cause very often it seems that you take my good advice and you spurn it.
No, I don't.
Yes, you do.
OK, I'm gonna try these on now.
And Ty's a whole heap better? Ty has stuff on his mind.
I'm a bit busy right now, Axl.
Yeah, I know that, but when you're not so busy, it'd be good to get cracking.
Drop that and you die.
OK, I won't drop it.
- All I'm saying is the quest is kind of important.
- I know that.
To all of us.
- I am aware of that.
- With the whole 'I die, you die' aspect of it.
Trust me, Axl, you will outlive me.
Have you finished making the bed? Yeah.
I want to christen our new house.
So what was that you were doing on the kitchen floor last night? That was the kitchen.
Bring in the rest of the stuff.
I'm so looking forward to their house-warming party.
Do you think it'll turn into, like, a god orgy? It will be a house-warming, Zeb.
But I have to say, on balance, of all your brothers, Mike has been the most disappointing.
I never thought I would die in a place like this.
I feel kinda bad for leaving him, though, eh.
Nah, stuff him.
Stuff the lot of them.
You're right.
They're useless.
And we don't need them, 'cause 'cause we can find Frigg without those useless bastards.
And you're right, too, that she's out there.
And I am Odin, and I will find my Frigg! Are there any beers left? Yep.
Sweet.
Mike.
Just a minute.
Mike.
If you can't stand your girlfriend with another guy, don't bet the girlfriend.
It's not particularly healthy for your relationship.
Ow.
OK, flat meeting.
You want me to move out? No way.
That's not what I'm saying, Mike.
We love having you here, man.
You love the money and stuff I win that pays for everything.
Shit, yeah.
Though if you could win more actual cash and less appliances, that'd be good.
They're starting to look at me weird down at Cash Converters.
That do the trick? God of games in the house! Look, it's not about you living here or the money, it's about what else you're bringing into the house.
And what would that be? The thing the rest of us ain't gettin' pussy.
It's not about the pussy.
It's about the trouble the pussy brings.
Danger pussy.
We could have been killed because of you, Mike.
Oh, that situation was totally under control.
You used a woman in a bet you knew you couldn't lose.
That guy was getting off on his girlfriend being with another guy.
What?! I could see it in his eyes.
Just don't do it again, OK? If you say so, Axl.
Are you going to tell him what we decided last night? As god of the Frigg hunt, you've been totally useless, so you're off the team.
The thing is, Mike, we go out looking for Frigg, and we always wind up in some bar with your scoring chicks.
No offence, but if I wanted that, I have Anders.
So you're fired.
You know how I feel about your involvement in this, so shutting up is a good plan right now.
It's not that easy, Axl.
To hunt, I need a trail.
So far there's been no trail.
Except of women back to your bed.
I need a scent, a starting point.
Well, finding one soon would be good.
I'll work on it.
JPR, Dawn speaking.
Oh, I love it how you answer the phone, Dawn.
It sends shivers down my spine.
Where are you? Those guys are coming in today about the thing.
The thing will have to wait.
I need you to feed my fish.
No.
No.
No, no, don't you dare do this to me, Anders.
Too late.
I'm at the airport.
You can't go away.
Not today.
You like it when I go away.
It's nice and peaceful around the office.
Where are you going? Norway.
What? Why are you going to Norway? Business.
We don't have business in Norway.
I intend to change that.
Can you tell Ty I won't be at his house-warming? What do you think? Right, so it's OK to stalk him, but you can't pass on a message? I am not stalking him.
'I am concerned.
' When are you coming back? Unclear.
Did you get me a present for the happy couple like I asked? Yes.
I wish I had a father-in-law that bought me a house as a wedding present.
Score one for Ty.
You did know about the house, right? I bet you do.
I bet you searched out the title and everything, being in stalker mode.
While you're away in Norway on business, what about all the business we have here? Don't worry about it.
It's taken care of.
How? I was thinking, why don't you stay at my apartment while I'm gone, and that way you won't forget to feed my fish? I don't want to stay there.
Just don't bring your cat.
I don't have a cat.
So it's settled, then.
Not entirely.
Dawn, I have to go.
The plane's about to board.
I'll call you when I get there.
Think of me when you're feeding my fish.
Oh, stop being such a homo drama queen and hand them over.
That is offensive on so many levels, especially as I am the most heterosexual God I know.
Any time you want proof, you sing out.
Ew! I know you signed the papers.
I give you this magnificent gift; you spit in my eye.
Don't be an arse.
You got it in a mortgagee sale off some prole you bankrupted.
Yes, well, that is true.
I do love my work.
So hand over the papers that say we own it so you can't kick us out when it amuses you.
Please knock this bitch up.
Maybe some motherly hormones swimming in the bile that is her blood will make her bearable.
Not that that worked for your mother.
Look who she was married to.
Oh.
What? Don't you trust me? You have to good manners to be grateful, right? Specially after the bucks I forked out to have your man-cave installed.
You didn't have to do that.
Yes, I did.
Because a god who is happy at home is a god who isn't out sticking his dick where it shouldn't be.
Not that you would ever do that to my daughter, right? No, I wouldn't.
Then enjoy your arctic wasteland a gift from me to you as part of the grand gesture of reconciliation.
Thank you.
Welcome to the family, son.
Tough day? Exploring income opportunities.
If I could pick the winning horse while there's still time to put a bet on, I could clean up.
I thought your powers didn't extend to picking horses.
They don't.
I have re-established that fact today.
Unless I'm in direct competition with man or machine, I have no powers.
Take up golf.
They get paid heaps.
Nah, too lame.
And the whole building-houses-job thing that's off the menu too? I'm resting from that part of my life.
Kinda like you're resting from being a useful god.
Told you I can't hunt without a scent.
You're not exactly trying, are you? You could have been out today seeking a scent.
Instead you're dicking around with something know you can't do.
I've been fired from the quest.
Or you could take that as a challenge to get your shit together.
I mean, this is meant to be the most important thing in all our lives, right? OK.
Let's go hunting.
I'm not going to some bar to watch you pick up some skanky ho.
No bars, unless the trail leads us to one.
I'm serious, Mike.
So am I.
Not even a scent of a scent, eh? Good times! Mike? Where are we going? A bar.
Nice one, Mike! Again, not seeing anyone who fits the general description of a Frigg.
Such a terrible person.
Oh! Hey! Look who's here.
Look at you guys.
Come here, Mike.
Hello.
How'd you know we'd be here? Just luck, I guess.
Given we have no idea where you've been for the last six weeks.
Bali! I left a note.
Really? Where? Maybe I thought I left a note.
We're back now.
We were just retrieving the hash.
I won't tell you where it was hidden.
But it was fun retrieving it.
Oh, dear God.
Grandpa, you can't keep leaving the country on a dodgy fake passport and then smuggling drugs back in.
Well, I'm back, aren't I? Who wants a drink? Me! We had a few on the plane.
No kidding.
Top work, Mike! Young man, your services, please.
No, Anders is still not here, but he's been across everything.
John, I have to go now.
Just remember that whole 'doing nothing' thing, eh? Hi, can I help? Dawn.
Yes.
Anders speaks highly of you.
Really? Not to me, he doesn't.
Agnetha.
Old family friend.
He's asked me to keep an eye on this place while he's away.
Oh.
You work in public relations? No, but how hard can it be? Some days like today pretty darn hard, actually.
I work in business, Dawn.
Anything specific I need to know, I have you.
Has Anders brought you up to speed on our clients? Wasn't time before I sent him away.
You sent him away? An opportunity arose; I sent Anders.
To Norway.
Yes.
Will you be at the party tonight? We can talk there.
Ty's party? Yes.
No.
No I won't be going to Ty's party.
Ty and Eva's party their house-warming party, uh, because, well, I haven't been invited.
Not that that would be a problem in terms of actually showing up except that it it would it would for me, um, in that, uh, the woman that Ty was seeing before Eva, before he suddenly dumped me and got married was me, so, no, not going.
I I don't think that would be appropriate, do you? No.
Anders led me to believe you have a present.
A present, um, from him for them.
Maybe I can pass it on.
Oh, that would be good.
You're not wearing that shirt to the party.
Why not? There'll be people there who know that Freki is not some Italian footballer, you moron.
In my mind, he's Brazilian.
Well, he's not real, so it doesn't matter.
Gods will be there who know you are not Odin's wolf and will deal to you on that basis.
I can handle that.
Hey, hey, hey, this is not a game, right? You do something stupid and they find out that you, a mortal, know god stuff, they will destroy Hey, hey, I took a flaming eye fillet to the head for you lot.
I do realise the peril of dealing with your kind, so I'm not going to do anything stupid.
Aside from wear the shirt.
OK, I'll change the shirt, but give me the respect I deserve.
Oh, I am.
Change the shirt.
I will, then.
Believe or not, he is almost trustworthy mainly because he loses the power of speech if confronted.
Your mate, your problem.
For a guy acting like he's chilled out, you're still remarkably uptight.
We should go.
Did you buy them a present? Oh, I won it.
What is it? Toaster.
Seemed appropriate for a house-warming.
Cool.
Can you say it's from all of us? Yes.
We should go.
Why? It's 8.
30.
So? Well, the party started at 8.
Man, you've been stuck in the suburbs way too long.
Some of us like to be on time, sorry.
Ty around? They're in bed still.
Meanwhile I'm now here doing all of the work.
I can give you a hand if you like.
I don't want your pity.
Make yourselves at home which in this house means do whatever you like.
Good we didn't arrive late, eh? Drink up, peasants.
Do you think it was Loki who tried to burn my face off? Don't go there.
Interesting bunch, Eva's friends.
Aren't they just? Like little bats.
Hey, you.
Happy house-warming.
Me? Warming a house? Is that irony? No idea.
How are you doing? You know what my life was like before, right? I've told you how everything was chilled down to nothing, right? Once or twice.
With Eva, when we make love, I feel, Mike it's a cold that burns like I'm being reamed with rusty barbed wire, but it's something.
They have pills for that these days.
And I think I like it.
Married life has changed Ty.
Hi, Michelle.
Here, get ripped like everyone except me.
Nibble? Are you still handmaidening for her? Yeah.
Even though she's not Frigg? And I hate it.
But I can't stop myself.
It sucks.
Don't have the nibbles.
I spat on them.
OK, I'll pass.
I guess we should get together some time about Frigg stuff.
Uh, yeah, we probably should.
When do you think it'll turn into an orgy? It's a house-warming party, Zeb.
When I read about the gods, their parties were always orgies especially Greeks, who'd nail anything that moved, even their mothers.
We're not Greek.
Evening.
Hey.
How are you this evening, Axl Johnson? Alright.
And what's your name, little monkey boy? Zeb.
Zeb? Fuck off.
OK.
How goes the sacred quest? You know.
Well, I don't, actually hence the question.
If you need any help with the search, give me a call.
Sorry.
I'm not your enemy, Axl.
Yeah, right! I'm all about the love, me.
Hmm.
Till my good intentions are scorned.
After that, I get extremely tetchy.
So do you know something, then? About what? Frigg, of course.
No.
Then how can you be of any help? Why should I help you after you just laughed in my face? - God.
- I heard that.
Fuck off.
Where's your dwarf brother? Anders, I presume you mean.
No idea.
Was he too scared to show his face? In my experience, the one thing Anders is not scared of is a party.
True.
So why would he be scared of this one? This party's starting to freak me out.
Yep, freaking.
So what happened to the Ty that never dances? Yeah, Mr Dances on the Inside.
Ty's left the building.
Ty, how many drugs have you taken? All of them? Jesus.
Hello, Ty.
Happy house-warming.
Oh, this is from Anders.
Actually, I tell a lie.
He asked your friend Dawn to buy it, so I feel it's much more from her.
Dawn bought this? Mm.
Hey, where is Anders? Halfway to Norway, I should hope.
Why would he be going to Norway? Mikkel.
Always the suspicious one.
Let's call it business for now.
And this is from me to you.
Call it a belated wedding present.
Where did you get that? Don't you remember, Olaf? You were in the room at the time.
Oh, you were drunk, but you were certainly there.
Elna gave it to me when I fell pregnant for the first time, to wish me luck for the hell that was to follow.
Who's Elna? Grandma Elna.
Eh? Before I embarked on what I think of as my tree sabbatical, I left it and a few other things of value in a safe-deposit box in Hastings just in case tree life didn't appeal.
And now I've retrieved it to pass on to you, Tyrone.
So you were a tree like our mother? No, she's saying she is our mother.
No way.
She's way too young.
Oh, bless you, Axl.
And she looks nothing like Mum.
Ah, true.
I have left behind the form of Elisabet Jonasson, nee Toresen, but if you don't believe me, ask Anders.
He should be stopping over in Hong Kong right about now.
She told you? At Ty's party? Yeah.
Yeah, she did.
But is it true? Of course it's true.
She's our mother.
It's just I wanted to be there when she did it.
How do you know it's true? Because I know.
I can't believe she told you without me there.
How long have you known this? What does it matter? A while.
You didn't think to fucking tell us? We talked about having a family dinner to break the news.
You can't believe how pissed off I am.
Join the club, you dick.
Hey, no need to be rude, OK? No need to shoot the messenger.
I think the point here is you failed to be the messenger, Anders.
But it is true? Oh, come on, Mike.
You know in your heart that she is.
Get over the appearance.
Appearances can be deceiving.
Agnetha is our mother.
Thank you, Anders! And thanks for fucking sharing! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, you do happy ending, right? Happy ending? I think she's left the building.
Yeah, she has.
Whatever I can do, I am good to go.
Senses on fire, my ears are alight.
It's OK, Grandpa.
I've got this.
OK.
I'll stay here.
But hypothetically, wouldn't it be amazing if gods did walk among us? Come on, we're leaving.
Hey! But I was in there! Hmm.
Interesting.
Isn't it? Is that your cock or are you just pleased to see me? Yes.
But the orgy was about to start.
Too bad, we're leaving.
You leave.
I want to stay.
There's no way I'm leaving you alone at that party.
Our ride's gone.
We can stay.
No.
Walking.
Man, it sucks being the sidekick.
Dawn bought this?' Ullr, god of the hunt.
Tell me, Mikkel, does it feel good? Now you've embraced your true nature, have you cheered up? Look, whoever you are, you may have done a number on Anders, but you are not my mother.
The last time you saw me was as Elisabet.
Do you remember? Lightning and all that crap.
God, the song and dance you boy gods make of it, you bloody peacocks.
Your father should be here and your grandfather to tell you, but they're not, as usual.
Useless pricks.
So here's the deal, Mikkel.
You are a now Ullr, OK? Which is a pretty handy god to be, actually.
It'll help you looking after your brothers.
You need to put the stones back in the suitcase.
Look after them, and when Anders turns 21, you pass the sword on to him.
He is so gonna be Bragi.
What do you mean, 'look after your brothers? Son, I've spent a lifetime around gods, and quite frankly I'm sick to death of them.
The thought of having to raise three more of the bastard spawn of Buri to the exalted ranks of the Aesir I'd end up killing myself, or you lot, or you lot then myself.
So it's for the best I shoot through now.
You know what to do, and when they turn 21, you'll do fine.
Where are you going? To be a tree.
What? I need some peace and quiet.
And do you remember the last words I spoke to you? 'Put your clothes on.
' Put your clothes on.
You'll catch your death of cold.
So being a tree for 16 years turns you into a whole new person, does it? I shed Elisabet back then.
And it was good for a few years, being at one with the Earth and all that hippy-dippy shit.
Certainly learned a hell of a lot about how this planet works.
But to tell the truth, I was getting a bit bored by the time an opportunity arose.
Please stop! I swear I didn't tell the police! Don't! It wasn't me! Please! I like to think of him as my little offering in the form of fertiliser to the forest that nurtured me all those years.
I am your mother, Mikkel.
You know I am.
Why tell us now? This quest you boys are on The one you're trying to stop.
Yeah, I am, because unimaginably bad things will happen if you succeed.
Oh, last I heard it was because you own this world, and you didn't fancy that situation changing.
I am the goddess of prosperity, Mikkel.
Since I returned, I've built a financial empire that will let us live like gods until we're old and ready to shed these human skins, not waste your lives in this stupid search for a goddess who probably doesn't exist.
Not when we can build our own Asgard right here.
So we should live according to your generosity? Oh, I can be very generous.
Just ask Anders.
Anders is a greedy prick who's going to get a slapping when he gets back.
All I'm asking is that you take my suggestion to Axl and Ty that we own this world as a family, instead of fighting over a future that will kill us all.
That's all I'm asking.
The whole universe of mother issues that those boys will be going through.
I know.
They're going to need you more than ever.
I know.
Tacky piece of shit.
Bed.
Ooh, busted.
Get out.
Get out! Get out! Get out now! Get out now! Get the hell out of my room now! You and that whore! Get out! Get out! I'm going to kill him! One day I will kill that bastard! Do it.
Go on, do it.
Did you go after her? Yeah.
And is she our mother? Was our mother.
Axl, don't go where it is you're going Those goddesses trying to stop us she's the boss of them, right? Which means she's the one who ordered them to kill me her son.
I suppose.
How messed up is that? And don't you dare say something lame like, 'Hey, welcome to the world of gods, Axl.
' My own mother tried to kill me, Mike.
Axl, go to bed, get some sleep and try not to think about it.
What the hell kind of thing is that to say? It's a 3am thing to say.
We'll talk about this in the morning.
You bet your arse we'll talk in the morning, or my name's not Odin.
You're not Odin yet.
That's the whole point.
Do you have any idea how cold it is here? Harden up.
Seriously, this place is fucking freezing.
Wait till you get up north.
Now, that is cold.
Yeah, fantastic, I can't wait! Why did you tell them? Sorry? My brothers.
I thought we were going to do it together.
Seemed like the right time and place.
You could have waited till I got back.
Didn't see much point holding off.
But I really wanted to be there.
You know that thing I said before about hardening up? I wanted to see Mike's face.
Enough with the whining.
You've got a job to do.
Now go and do it.
Go fetch.
I'm not a dog, you know.
Uh, in a way, you are.
Try not to get frostbite.
Morning.
Hi.
You're in early.
Not for me, I'm not.
I thought you were going to the party last night.
I did.
How was it? The party? Mm.
Uneventful.
There's an upside to her suggestion.
Which is what? The bit where we're all rich sounds inviting.
Plus living in peace and harmony is good.
You don't think you're a tad biased these days? You're referring to my friendship with Ingrid, aren't you? If that's what you want to call it.
You might be right.
Can I remind you we're talking about the woman who tried to kill me here? Just so you know where I stand.
She is our mother.
Uh, yeah, thus making it even more fucked up.
And the alternative is wasting our lives on a fruitless quest until you die and we all go with you.
Axl, at the end of the day, we will do what you want.
That's always been the case.
Nothing's changed.
Well, I want to carry on with the quest.
Works for me.
But what if we never find her? We'll find her.
You think? Well, excuse me if I think differently right about now, 'cause none of you have exactly been outstanding in finding Frigg till now, have you? So what makes me think it's going to change any time soon? - You have my word.
- Your word as what, Mike? The god of hunting pussy? The god of playing stupid games? As the brother who raised you after that woman abandoned us.
So you wanna find the Frigg? Well, beats getting into bed with the mother who tried to kill me.
That doesn't sound right.
Then forget everything she says.
Forget her bullshit and let's do it.
Now? Right now.
Yeah, good work, Mike! I didn't bring us here deliberately.
If we're here, it's for a reason.
Happy hour? Works for me.
Brilliant! Brilliant, Mike! Just brilliant! I tell you what, in future, why don't you leave the looking to me? Why don't I just do this whole thing all on my own? I mean, I can't be any worse at it than you, eh? Baldr? Kvasir? Come back here, you slippery little prick! Who the hell is Kvasir? God.
Of what? Hobos? Wisest of all the gods.
No way.
Man, he's fast for a wino.
Hey.
Hey, Olaf.
How's things? Pay what you owe me.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Um, about that Whoa there! Bad idea, Grandpa.
Bad idea.
I loved that truck.
That trick was a piece of shit.
Is that why you set fire to it? Ah, you are Kvasir, made from all of us.
A god asks you a question, you must answer.
I lit a few candles to get the mood going while I was banging that teacher you brought with you.
I mean, I can't believe you're still angry at me ! You were banging my girlfriend in my house truck, which you then destroyed.
We were on acid.
Candles seemed like a good idea at the time.
Do you have any idea what they're talking about? Nambassa, 1979.
While I was watching the Little River Band, this arsehole burnt my house truck to the ground.
I want a new one! Do I look like I'm made of money? Made of piss, more like.
Oh, you always had a cruel streak, Baldr.
So, you're Odin, eh? I heard you were back.
Hey, don't change the subject.
You owe me a truck.
It was 30 years ago.
Give it up, you hairless freak.
Oh, up yours, spit boy! Come on! Come on, then! Grandpa, leave it.
And I want compensation for all the weed that was in that truck.
Grandpa, act your age.
Well, that's not going to happen, is it? We're just gonna settle down, OK? We'll sort this.
Don't let that prick get away.
So where did you hear that I was Odin? Just around.
So you're the wisest of all the gods? What's it to you? And you have to answer any question another god asks you? Is it any wonder I drink? Bunch of morons and slags asking me stupid bloody questions.
So how do I find Frigg? Come on, you have to answer the question.
You don't.
You don't find her.
I mean, what kind of namby-pamby pussy Odin runs around like a tool looking for his goddess? If you are truly Odin, she will come to you.
But I can't truly become Odin until I find her.
But to find her, you must be Odin.
But I can't.
But you must.
Well, how? The soul of the Father in the body of an idiot.
To become a god, you must first become a man.
I am a man.
Shut up and listen! To become a god, you must first become a man, and when the man is a man, the man will become a god and then the goddess will reveal herself.
Is that clear? No.
Thor's underpants.
How much clearer do you want it? A lot would be good.
I need a piss.
So what you're saying is that I'm not actually a man yet, so I'm not worthy of? Hey, a bit of privacy.
Is that too much to ask? Yeah, sorry.
So what you're saying is that even though I'm 21 and I've been through the whole god-ceremony thing, I'm not actually a man yet, so I'm not worthy of being a God.
Right? Is that it? Yeah, something like that, yeah.
So to be Odin, I need to be a man worthy of being Odin, right? Uh-huh.
OK, I think I get where you're coming from.
If I do that, then Frigg will come to me? Uh-huh.
So how do I become a man? Come on, you have to answer the question.
I promise I will be cool.
No, no, no, no, no! What the hell did you do? I don't know.
He was just taking a piss and You let him?! Was that not allowed? I'll find you, you bastard! You'll pay for what you did! Kvasir is wise because he's created from the saliva of all the other gods.
Ugh! So he has the power to turn himself into a liquid when he needs to.
That's how he escaped from me at Nambassa down the long-drop.
Good work, Axl! Well, a heads-up would have been nice.
We'll keep looking, I promise.
That's cool, Mike.
That's cool.
So what we need to do is turn you into a man.
Apparently.
Aren't you a man already? It seems I'm not.
OK, starting with the basics is all your man equipment present and correct? Yes.
Just ruling out the obvious.
What if by man, Kvasir meant, like, warrior? That would make sense, given all the Norse-god fighting shit.
So it's kind of a Jedi thing.
Cool.
Excellent.
I think we're up and running here, my Lord Odin.
Up and running, my Freki friend.
Let the men become men.
Woof.
And then she will come to you.
Sweet.