The Almighty Johnsons (2011) s03e06 Episode Script
And Then on to Norsewood
1 I am in need of you.
I want all of this to be mine! I'm running for mayor.
You and I can rule this city like gods.
- Dad's back in town.
- Our dad.
You're kidding, right? Johan's power is to pour oil on troubled waters.
If I had your power I would be living in a penthouse.
- Now, you answer my question.
- But I've got lots more, like how could you abandon us? Well, we need to make time to answer them.
So, is this what Colin meant when he said you were the most powerful goddess in town? It won't do anything for you.
It's a chick thing.
- You're taking off, aren't you? - Thought I might head down to Norsewood, actually.
- Fancy a road trip? - Yeah.
Let's do it.
- Axl: Hi, Mike.
- (On phone) Hey! Just checking in, bro.
Wondering how you're getting on.
Axl: Getting on just fine, yeah.
Cool, cool.
Dad still with you? Yes, Mike.
Is he coming back or not? - Is that Zeb? - Mike: Yeah.
When?! When are you coming back? - Don't know.
- He doesn't know.
No, no, that's not okay.
I am the only one paying rent.
- Mike: Apparently you owe him money.
- And what else is new? Oh, I could-- by all means.
Right, just so you know, - I have precisely no flatmates.
- What about Amelia? - She left, thanks to you.
- After I did what? Turn my back on her so she could literally stab it? She explained that she forgot she was holding the knife.
(Scoffs) Oh, Wow.
That sounds incredibly plausible.
The point is, either you come back soon, or in lieu of rent, I will sell your stuff on TradeMe.
Fine, do it.
Good luck.
And then I will get some new flatmates who actually give a shit! Whatever, all good.
Truth is (Yells) I might not come back at all! What? Hey, hey, hey! Hey-- Hey, what do you mean not come back at all? Exactly what I said, Mike.
Just because you're hanging out with the king of running away, does not mean you have to turn into him.
- Yeah, I have to go now.
- Axl, we need to talk about-- I've got something way more important to attend to than this crap.
Axl, wait! What did he say? Apparently he's got something way more important to do.
Yeah, Johnsons! That's how we roll! There you go, this should cover it.
But no more.
I'm already paying for them because Axl's not here.
His selfishness, it's unbelievable.
Zeb, go.
You got your money, mate.
Quit while you're ahead.
- Zeb: What about Ingrid? - What about her? - She's in the house, not paying rent.
- Mike: So? So she's one of your kind.
- Kind? - "Goddy" kind.
Zeb, you are not getting any more money.
No, no, it's not just the money, it's her.
She's sending me signals.
- Signals about what? - About paying the rent in other ways if you know what I mean.
With you? Well, you know, she gets a bit friendly when she's had a few.
It would be like sleeping with my mother.
Or someone's mother.
- She wants to turn me into a motherfucker.
- No! Enough.
Go.
Be gone! Just It's all Axl's fault.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
Okay, everyone say, "Hashtag YOLO.
" Thank you very much.
Okay, so the Wi-Fi password is 422214 - Actually, you should all get my phone number.
Yes? - Anders? Sorry, can I have a moment? Certainly, my number 1 number 2.
But not number 2-- This crop of interns you've hired for the campaign Ah, yes, aren't they enthusiastic? That would be one thing about them.
What else do they all have in common? They're all young? - Yes.
What else? - Well, thankfully, because they're young, they're willing to work for life experience instead of money.
- They're all female, Anders.
- It's good to get more women involved in politics.
Do any of them actually know anything about politics? Do any of us actually know anything about politics? They're all models you hired from modelling agencies.
Because models often have long periods of time with nothing to do between jobs.
And they're easy on the eye.
This is more like it.
This feels like an actual campaign! - Dawn has a problem.
- Well, that's not very good.
What is the problem, "Dawnie"? Well none of these people actually have any experience on a political campaign.
In fact, they appear to have been hired on hotness rather than ability.
Hot women are capable too.
Anders.
(Quietly) Did you hire these people according to attractiveness? (Whispers) Nice.
(Clears throat) I'll take that as a yes.
And what would your hiring policy be, Dawnie? - Well, I don't actually hire-- - Yeah, if you did.
Well, people that live in the real world would be good, for starters.
Anders.
Hire real people.
Excuse me.
If I could have your attention, please.
Thank you all for your invaluable contribution, but alas, a strategy rethink means your input is no longer required.
Now, as unpaid volunteers, the only redundancy package I can offer is a spin around the harbour on my very large yacht with all the champagne you can drink! Raise your hands if you find this acceptable! - Woman: Yeah.
- Right.
Well, we set sail forthwith.
Where do you think you're going? On the boat.
No.
You're not.
Wow.
So much better than champagne and a boatload of drunk models.
Tell me about Colin Gundersen.
.
Is he for real? He's as real as he appears.
Or is he a rich dick getting his rocks off playing power games? He wants to be mayor, and as for getting his rocks off, I refer back to the boatload of drunk models while I'm he with you and this sandwich.
'Cause we should not take this job if he isn't serious about running a proper campaign.
- Why is it so important to you? - Dawn: Our reputation is at stake.
Our reputation, such as it is, is for helping rich dicks do whatever the hell they want.
Why is Colin any different? We could make this rich dick mayor.
Yeah, right.
(Chuckles) If you're not taking this campaign seriously, why are we even doing it.
For money? Dawn, what's going on here? Why are you being even weirder than normal? Okay, don't mock me.
I would never do that.
I have always wanted to get into politics.
I have watched every episode of The West Wing at least twice, and I want to be one of those people behind the scenes, walking and talking, pulling the strings.
That is why I got into PR with your company.
- Oh boy, you picked the wrong PR company.
- I know that now! But this is our chance to be political power brokers.
- Dawn, it's the Auckland mayoralty.
- But it's a start.
Promise me promise me it isn't a joke.
This isn't a joke? And promise me you won't fuck it up by being you.
I will give it my best shot.
Thank you.
- Did Joe say when he might be back? - Mike: I only spoke to Axl, not Joe.
Did he say when they might be back? - Well, the timeframe for returning was loose.
- How loose? Yeah, as loose as time will allow.
Ullr could find them.
Ullr doesn't want to.
You're so like my father at times.
- If you say so.
- When you get all dark and mysterious.
He was Ullr too.
Your predecessor, so I guess that comes with the territory.
Michele never mentioned this.
I keep all references to him vague around her.
She doesn't need to know her grandfather stuck a shotgun in his mouth and blew his head off.
- I can see that.
- Don't go down that road, Mike.
- What road? - The Odin road.
- Which is what? - The road Ullr should not go down Are you still being all tragic and Tennessee Williams on us? Hello, darling.
How was your day? If you want him back, throw a party.
He'll have no choice.
I'm not in the party mood.
And your precious psyche needs him to come back of his own accord, which isn't going to happen because he is gone.
He's having quality time with his son, dealing with important issues as men.
Joe: That's my boy! - That way, that way.
- No, it's that way.
Oh, man.
When the raft flipped I totally thought we were dead.
Oh, it'll take more than an inflatable raft and a few rocks to kill these gods.
You calmed the ever-living shit out of those rapids! (Sighing) So, where next? Wherever you want.
We should probably think about heading off soon, eh? - To Norsewood? - It's no hurry.
- Well, that was the plan.
- I thought the plan was freedom.
That too, but - going home too.
- We're heading in the right direction.
(Chuckles) Slowly.
There are things we need to do on the way.
- Such as? - Enjoy life.
Get to know each other.
So many things we've never done together as father and son.
All those things Kiwi kids do with their dads.
Kicking a ball around.
Or going fishing.
Fishing? I'd love to go fishing with my dad (Whispers) go to the sea.
- We'd get some awesome fish.
- We would.
- Axl: Then we should go fishing.
- And learn what it means to be gods.
- Fishing? - You wait.
- Fishing it is.
- Fishing.
Axl: And then on to Norsewood.
And then on to Norsewood.
I cannot take another day of my mother.
We have to move out or I am going to kill her.
The renos are going as fast as they can.
I'm not joking.
- Hire more people.
- I can't afford that.
Then when I slay her it'll be on your conscience.
(Rustling) Awesome.
Anders this new direction you've taken.
Well, given the limited time I had, I decided to hit the government job creation schemes.
I can't work with this lot.
I mean, look at this lot, they're ugly.
I'm joking, Dawn.
Do any of them have any actual qualifications? You wanted real people, these are real people.
I wanted qualified people to help me win, Anders! No, get rid of this rabble.
Dawn, you're in charge of hiring from how on.
Not a chance.
You are here to work, right? Or are you hoping the bar will magically reopen? You know building's not really my thing, Michael.
- Do you want a hug? - No, I do not want a hug.
'Cause you seem like you need a hug.
Or a doobie.
What I need is a truckload of money to pay more people, not my retarded adolescent grandfather trying to get me stoned.
If there is one person in this town capable of finding a truckload of money, it's you.
I'm living my life on my own terms, doing things my own way, alright? Oh, yeah? How's that working out for you? You are Ullr.
Your skills are you and you are your skills.
You deny them, you deny yourself.
And if it gets a goddess off your back You think I haven't thought about it? You think that every time someone comes at me with their hand out that I'm not tempted? Is this the bit where you bang on about how you don't like the person you turn into when you game? Yeah, there is that, but mainly it takes up too much time, Grandpa.
- It's indeed a conundrum.
- It sucks.
I'll tell you that much.
You need a quicker way to win money.
The casino, yeah, where I'm blacklisted.
You could disguise yourself as a little old Asian lady.
Surely there are other places in this town where humans and money gather to take sport.
If only we had the god of the hunt to track down those places.
Imagine how much easier your life would be then.
Is there a reason for this meeting other than watching you take out your frustrations? Because I have a business to run.
I am not - frustrated.
- Really? Well, the violent way you're attacking that bag would suggest otherwise.
I just think it's important for us to spend time together, that's all.
Because of our cause? That's the "stop the oppression of the gods" cause, right? The only oppressing my god does is when he presses me against the mattress and I go, "Oh, my God.
" What, too much information? When you're back to being a handmaiden, Stacey, maybe then you'll take our cause more seriously.
- What? - Well, it's a bit rich, isn't it? You giving Fulla a hard time when it's a well-known fact that Sjofn can't function without some god or another giving it to her.
That is not true.
Oh, I think it is.
I can forge my own destiny, thank you very much.
Right, sorry, I'm just the goddess of wisdom.
What would I know? Well, if you're so damn wise, why don't you figure out how to use Yggdrasil to our advantage? Stacey: Oh, speaking of which, Bebhan wants to talk to you.
- Ingrid: Who's Bebhan? - The god hunter guy.
The one whose wife exploded? You broke his arm? - How do you know this? - Well, he told me.
- You were talking to him? - I was talking to him about business.
He's a printer and printers always need couriers.
And I just happened to come up in this conversation.
We were having lunch, he was telling me about his family.
- (Whispers) He's got a bit of a crush on me.
- Excuse me, getting back to me.
(Chuckles) You kind of popped up.
How? He's meant to have forgotten all about us.
Yeah, he has.
You remember the smartass comment that Anders made? You guys keep worshipping the J-man, okay? Or Michele, who's like some kind of vengeful god here.
She'd love a good worship.
Well, he remembers that, and he also remembers that you healed his arm.
It would be so much easier if you just met with him.
Alright, it's on.
We've got the sea, we've got the god of the sea.
Yep, this'll do nicely.
Except for the tiny detail that we don't have any fishing gear.
Oh, that's easily fixed.
Give me the keys.
I'll sort it out.
You wait here.
Okay.
Can I be blunt? Do you actually invite women back to this flat? Yeah, plenty.
Why? Well, I saw that you roger them.
Firing all those people en masse today, - I didn't like it.
- Well, that's a shame.
Firing all those hot interns was huge fun, and it went on all night.
Colin, the point is, I'm worried about the campaign.
That is a worry, given we haven't actually launched a campaign yet.
I'm serious here.
Are you sulking because I fired you from hiring people? You're shit at all that organizational stuff, Anders.
- Your talents lie elsewhere.
- I just want to know that this isn't all an elaborate joke; Loki's big "fuck you all" to the mortal world.
Would it matter if it was? - As long as you're getting paid.
- Yes.
Yes, it would.
Which is the correct answer.
I'm deadly serious, Anders.
I will be the mayor.
Then start listening to me.
Well, I do listen to you, my friend, because you have a vested financial interest in my success.
- Yeah, you're paying me.
- No, no, more than that.
You remember Agnetha's little nest egg? Well, it's a fucking ginormous nest egg, to be completely accurate.
The one you stole from us? The one your brother invested unwisely, which fell into my lap.
What about it? How do you think I'm funding the campaign? So, you see? This is as much your campaign as it is mine.
Or you could just give us the money back.
Or the better the campaign, the more the money flows from my pocket to your pocket.
This is seriously the best scotch you've got? - There you go.
- Ta.
- So, it's all a go, then? - It soon will be, yes.
- Is there something else? - Just tread carefully around Colin Gundersen, okay? - What do you mean? - I mean, he doesn't exactly inhabit the same world you or I do.
You mean he's rich.
Hi.
Oh, Ty.
Oh, man, I would love to make package jokes at your expense, especially when you're dressed like that But unfortunately Dawn and I have some work to do, so off you go on your bike.
Off you hop.
Okay, Dawn, so new plan of attack is, everything that we can possibly charge to the Gundersen account, do it.
Phone, gas, this incredibly expensive bottle of scotch.
Has Colin authorized this? His exact words were, "His money is our money" or something like that.
So, spend away, Dawn.
You still haven't explained why I need to be on this hunt.
Just in case.
In case of what? Michael, I deal with enough unknowns in my surfing life and my oracle life without you adding a whole other life.
This is all your idea, so stop your whining.
Just stand there, look big and tough.
- Mike: Don't say - man.
I'm your bodyguard, aren't I? I'm too old for this shit.
- Mike: Hey.
- Help you? Yeah, by letting us in.
This is a private club, mate.
Sorry, I forgot to show you my membership fee.
(Quietly) Do you even know what game it is they play? Does it matter? Oh, it's nice, isn't it? Being out in the fresh air? (Sniffs) Oh, here we go.
- You're real.
- Yes, I am.
I wondered if I had dreamed you, if you were a vision.
Aw, he's quite old-fashioned.
Thank you for meeting me.
Look, don't do the kneeling, eyes-averted thing.
It's that's creepy.
Tell me what you want.
I know the power of the lord works through your hands.
I know you healed me.
I'm going to neither confirm nor deny until you tell me what you want.
I want to ask of you to use your gift to heal my sister.
She has rheumatoid arthritis.
She's only 26 and is already in a wheelchair and so much pain.
Can't help, sorry.
Please, I'm begging you.
She's such a good person, it's so unfair that she suffers.
I have money.
I am not a cheap sideshow freak.
I'm sorry.
But I'm desperate.
Life sucks.
Blame your god.
Look, she's having a bad day.
Just wait here.
Michele.
You should really think about this.
I did.
I thought about hitting him and I didn't.
Have you ever wondered why Yggsadril gave Sjofn the power to heal? 'Cause I have.
- Why, so I can heal some god-botherer's sister? - Or maybe it's bigger than that.
Why did our godly powers wane all those centuries ago? Maybe it was because people stopped believing in us.
Look at him, Michele, he believes in you.
And if you cure his sister he will believe in you with all his heart and so will she, and that is how great things would start.
Now, I might be wrong.
I have been known to be wrong in the past, but maybe this is the destiny that we seek.
A power that males do not have.
I will use my power to heal your sister.
- Thank you.
- No to the kneeling.
- Sorry.
- Ingrid here will organize the time and place.
Thank you.
Sorry it took so long, but it's all sorted.
Just-- we got to get a move on.
- To where? - The boat.
We sail in half an hour.
We sail? Joe: Yeah.
Okay, I was thinking we were going to go fishing off the wharf.
What?! Nah, that's for babies.
(Chuckles) So, what, have you chartered a boat or something? Well, not exactly.
We're crewing on a Korean longliner.
- Sorry? - Heading to the rough sea after Patagonian toothfish.
It took a lot of persuading, especially with the language difficulties, but you're going to start off in the kitchen until you're ready to work on deck.
Boy, are you going to hate the sight of kimchi.
- Who the fuck is Kimchi? - No, not a who, a what.
A spicy fermented cabbage thing the Koreans eat all the time.
You'll get the hang of it.
So, how long are we meant to be on this boat for? Well, till it gets back to Old Sand.
- Old Sand.
- Its home port.
- In Korea.
- Yeah.
I wanted to go fishing with my dad, not die in some rusting tub off the coast of Patagonia! We won't be going anywhere near Patagonia.
- Which is a pity, really, because it's a truly - Not the point, Dad! And you won't die.
Not with me on board.
What is your problem here? This is insane.
That is my problem here.
Njord and Odin go to sea together.
That, Axl, is the start of the most exciting adventure in your life.
We will own the waves! We will live a life other people can only dream of.
No.
That's your dream, not mine.
But you don't have any dreams, Axl.
You told me yourself.
I want to go with my father to see the place where I grew up.
An unremarkable piece of dirt in the middle of nowhere.
And I want to understand why he walked away from me.
And then then maybe I can understand who the hell I am.
There is nothing there for you.
You will learn nothing.
I'm offering you the pathway to something remarkable and you can't even see it? Are you sure you're actually Odin? Have a nice little life, Axl.
Hey! - Where's the car? - I used it to bribe our way on board.
Good luck, son.
And that is that, eh? It's a true pleasure, gentlemen.
(Clears throat) Mike, a word, please? - In a minute, eh? - No, now.
Excuse me.
- I know what you're going to say.
- You need to tone it down.
- It's cool, I can control it.
- You think-- you think you can.
With any luck, that is common sense telling you to quit while you're ahead.
Axl.
I thought you should pass on to Karen that Joe's not coming back.
Well, there's a surprise.
Just for the record, our father is a total prick.
It's taken as read.
Just forget him.
Get in the car, get back here.
(Chuckles) Can't do that.
For starters, I don't have the car anymore.
What's happened to my car? - Um, okay, I'll come get you.
- Mike! What about my car? No, I don't want help from you or anyone.
This family can fuck right off as far as I'm concerned.
- I'm pressing off.
- Axl To hell with the lot of you! Idiot! Shit! We need to get out of here.
To figure out what to do about Axl and the car.
Mike, there will be other card games.
Just walk away.
Axl made it abundantly clear that he needed some time on his own.
- So be it.
- No! Sorry about that.
Where were we? Dickhead! Awesome day! Do you require a lift? Yeah, actually I do.
Climb in.
- Where are you headed? - Where are you headed? - Norsewood.
- Hop in.
- You're going to Norsewood? - Yeah, I can get you there.
Cool! Axl.
- Martin.
- Okay.
You look tired.
Do I? You should get some sleep while I drive.
You've a ways to go.
Okay, the campaign staff search is moving forward.
In fact, tomorrow I should have a list of prospective candidates for your approval.
Hire whoever you want, Dawn.
- I trust your judgment.
- Okay, great.
- Only the best, Dawn.
To hell with the cost.
- That's the spirit, Anders.
Thank you, Colin.
You do know there's a campaign spending gap, right? - What? - You can't just spend what you want.
Why not? It's my money.
- So to speak.
- That's no fun It's there to stop rich people buying their way into office.
Look, don't worry.
If anyone asks any questions, we'll just deny any knowledge of anything.
Okay, moving on, Dawn.
Anders, you were going to talk about the campaign launch.
Yes, I was.
Short and sweet.
Waterfront, champagne, canapés.
The usual rent-a-crowd of demi-celebrities mixed in with the actual money people that we need to impress.
We'll get some ex-TV journo to introduce Colin, Colin makes a speech.
Colin, make it brief 'cause it's a well-known fact that Aucklanders, you know, have short attention And we'll finish it off with a big sort of kick-ass fireworks display.
It's simple, yet lavish, and no one needs to know how much it really cost.
Fine.
And will there be any actual policy announcements at this campaign launch? Policy we'll roll out as the campaign commences.
The main policy statement of the night will be vote for me because all the others are small-town mushroom dicks.
- Memorable.
- And true.
I get the feeling Dawn isn't entirely approving of our campaign strategy, Anders.
Dawn disapproves of most things.
You get used to it.
Speak up, Dawn! Tell me what you're thinking.
Well, I think everything you're planning says, "I am a rich wanker who doesn't give a shit about this city and the only reason I'm running for mayor is so I can prove my dick is bigger than yours.
" Sorry.
And to make the mayoralty seem less like a penis extension? Okay, I would start by saying, we all share the city.
So, if we can make improvements visible, practical changes that affect people's day-to-day lives-- and that can be good, simple things like installing more public drinking fountains so people won't be forced to buy bottled water.
And bike racks Yes, covered bike racks.
How useful would they be? And more bike lanes so we don't have as many accidents, and dog parks so dog owners have a place to go without annoying the other park-goers who just want to sit in the sun and read a book Sorry, I am prattling on about things that aren't important.
Quite the opposite.
- This is gold.
- Really? You look after the small things, the big things will follow, right? Yes! Yes, I mean, I'm a voter and it's my city too, right? Yes, you are, Dawn.
Anders, new idea.
We launch the campaign at Dawn's house this afternoon.
- My place is tiny.
- I bet it is! Anders, round up the hacks, invite them for tea and biscuits and a campaign launch unlike anything they have ever seen.
- But I didn't tidy up this morning.
- Perfect! Makes it all the more real! No.
No, not going to happen.
- You can't touch this.
- Touch what? This! I can't blame you for wanting it, but I will not trade sex for rent.
I don't know what sort of woman that you think I am, but you need to stop hallucinating.
- And you need to go now.
- Hey? Go on, shoo! - But this is my flat.
- Not for the next hour it isn't.
- But you don't even pay rent! - Can you tell him that we need some privacy? Go away before I castrate you.
Fine.
But I still want rent from someone.
You should prepare.
I have this, I'm prepared.
No, you can't let them see the stick.
The power comes from you, not a piece of wood.
Okay, I get that.
And ceremony and ritual are important for the God-mortal relationship.
That's how a religion works.
Okay, you should prepare.
And make a little bit of an entrance when I call you.
- Hello! - Hi.
Oh, right, okay.
I'm Ingrid.
- Kay.
- Kay.
Michele will be with you in a moment.
She just needs some time to prepare.
Don't worry, you're literally in good hands now.
Oh, the donation you suggested.
Oh, thank you.
Just to cover expenses.
And please don't mention this to the healer, she likes to remain unencumbered by such petty earthly things.
All right.
If you're ready.
Michele? I have Kay here.
She seeks your healing hands.
Okay, let's get this over and done with.
Kay has been afflicted with arthritis from a very early-- Yeah, I got it.
Thanks, Ingrid.
Let's start with the worst.
Knees, elbows, wrists, hands.
It started in my teenage Dear sweet Jesus.
He has very little to do with it.
Okay, we're done.
- Is that it? - Stand up and you tell me.
(Laughs) It doesn't hurt.
- Thank you so much.
- Whoa.
Whoa there, Jesus freaks.
You're welcome, but not that welcome.
The healer's not that big on hugging.
- You're a miracle worker.
- That's me.
Off you go.
Okay.
Oh Four jacks.
I am loving these clubs.
You wanna know, mate.
You're going to have to pay.
Yeah, wise choice.
Just so you know, guy your mate just bluffed did eight years for stabbing a policeman in the eye.
- Come on, Mikkel.
It's time for us to go.
- In a while.
We are cashing out now and leaving.
I said in a while.
I said now! Sorry, gents, but he's retarded.
Membership revoked, by the way.
You know, it would help if you didn't turn into a complete wanker when you're in your Ullr zone.
We got out alive, didn't we? Let's get a beer.
If this goes tits up awful, it'll be your fault.
- Mine? Why? - This is your idea.
No, it's not.
It's Colin's idea.
Yeah, but you put the idea in his head for him to have.
Wait, wait, wait.
Is this all the biscuits that we have? At such short notice, yes.
Unless you pop up to the supermarket.
I might pop my head in the oven if this goes as I suspect.
What's wrong with champagne and fireworks and starlets falling out of their dresses? Oh, get ready to pour the tea, honey.
We've got visitors.
Okay, so, is this the solution to all your problems? It might.
But it sure puts a dent in them.
So, now what? Good honest hard work or you find another dodgy card game and just about get killed ripping it off? - It was your idea.
- Up to a point.
up to the point where you turned into a wanker.
I think I can control it.
I saw no evidence of control today.
No, it's there.
It's within my grasp, I can feel it.
It's like it's like a wave, Grandpa.
I can feel the energy underneath building and the trick is to ride that energy and then bail out before you hit the rocks.
How dare you use a surfing metaphor on me.
And the moral qualms that you once had? (Scoffs) I'm tired, man.
I am tired of every bugger coming at me with their hand out.
Pay for this, build it faster, clean up the last mess that Axl just left behind.
So, screw it.
As long as no one gets hurt and it makes my life easier That's just between you and me, okay? More tea? Gluten free? I have no idea.
You're a journalist, man.
I don't know.
- You did text him my address, right? - Yes, of course.
Well, where is he? I'm running out of teabags.
There's a crowd, he'll be here.
Friends! Hello.
- Apologies for my lateness.
- As I was saying.
I hope you all enjoyed a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you Mr.
Colin Gunderson.
A cup of tea and a biscuit.
It's not exactly champagne and caviar, is it? But then again, the people I want to talk to you about today are not champagne and caviar people.
They'd like to be.
Of course, wouldn't we all? But that kind of lifestyle is beyond their means because they are the real people of this hard-working, honest city.
People like Dawn, our hostess.
Dawn works in an office.
She sits behind a desk.
She has a sandwich for lunch.
Not a three-course meal at a fine restaurant.
She is the sort of person that makes this city.
She believes in water fountains and places where people can walk their dogs and all those sort of things that make a city where real people can live, living their real lives.
So, Dawn, and all those thousands of other Dawns is the reason why I'm here today to announce that I am to put forward my name, Colin Gunderson, to be mayor of this great city.
Cheers.
So, get your producer to give me a call and we will set up an interview.
Woman: Great.
Hey, you don't have to clean up.
Nonsense.
I invaded your home for my own tawdry ambition.
It's the least I can do.
And I do apologize for dropping you in the spotlight like that.
No, I was flattered to be a part of it.
Well, I am very relieved to hear that.
Colin? And I do not say this lightly, you are a fucking genius.
And you are exactly the kind of suck-up I need on this campaign.
Thank you.
I have many, many interviews lined up for you.
Ooh.
We'd better work some policies out then, hadn't we? You know what I feel like? - More tea? - Champagne.
- I don't have any of that, sorry.
- My God.
You're starting to sound like the woman from my campaign.
Luckily, there's a supermarket nearby, and if you go, Anders and I will do the dishes.
Deal.
- We're not actually doing the dishes, eh? - Course we are.
I'm a man of my word.
I'll wash, you dry.
I want, Anders Johnson, as my campaign posters, portraits of people on walls all over the city with the words, "My city" underneath their portrait.
- "Vote Gunderson.
" - No.
My name should not appear on the poster.
- Well, how will people know how to vote for you? - That's for you to work out.
Well, I had some graphics of people lined up before you sprung the surprise launch.
Then tell them to do what I want, since you're so keen to spend my money.
I like to think of it as our money.
And I want Dawn to be foremost among the portraits.
- She may not go for that.
- Yeah, she will.
She's won over, like the rest will be.
She's our litmus test into the chimp mind.
Are you having your way with her? - Sorry? - Can I be a little less subtle? Are you banging her? Uh no, we work together.
- Don't shit in the company nest, eh? - Yeah, something like that.
Excellent policy.
Keep it up.
Ingrid: On the bench.
- Sorry? - What you seek is on the bench.
That should cover my rent for the foreseeable future.
Well, for about a week.
- You're kidding.
- You're not familiar with Auckland rents.
Well, bugger me sideways.
Well, don't you worry.
There will be plenty more where that came from.
That's generally how rents work.
Why are you in a wheelchair? Oh, that is a top-level secret, young Zeb.
But if you can sell it and trade me, we'll go 50/50.
Deal.
- Hey.
- Hello.
How was your day? Nothing special.
You? Nah.
Same, same.
Although, Dawn of the Living Dead here has been awaiting your return.
Any word yet? Yeah, about that, um not the best of news I'm afraid.
- Hey, where are we? - This is you, mate.
This isn't Norsewood.
You need to be here for now.
Thanks, mate.
Ass balls! Mis-pour.
Free jug going.
Sure, okay.
- (Grunts) It's your lucky day.
- Not really, but it's fast improving.
Nice.
See what happens when you make me angry? Why would I ever want to make you angry? You just gave me free beer.
So, what are you doing in my bar? - This is your bar? - No, but I like to think of it as mine.
Axl: I have no idea.
No one comes to Funamongamo without a reason.
- Funamongamo? - Yes.
Got a problem with that? Man: (Shouting) Bloody bastards! Two-faced dick-tards, the bloody lot of you! And you know it! Dick-tards! Derek! I told you to go the hell home.
- Oh, no.
- My Lord.
You've come! You know this troublemaker? - It's gone, my Lord.
- Lord? - Taken from me.
- Whoa, okay, I have no idea what you're talking about, - Uncle Derek.
- Mjolnir.
Hammer of the Gods.
It's fallen into the hand of bandits.
But now you are here.
Come to retrieve it.
We are saved! shit.
Perfect.
I want all of this to be mine! I'm running for mayor.
You and I can rule this city like gods.
- Dad's back in town.
- Our dad.
You're kidding, right? Johan's power is to pour oil on troubled waters.
If I had your power I would be living in a penthouse.
- Now, you answer my question.
- But I've got lots more, like how could you abandon us? Well, we need to make time to answer them.
So, is this what Colin meant when he said you were the most powerful goddess in town? It won't do anything for you.
It's a chick thing.
- You're taking off, aren't you? - Thought I might head down to Norsewood, actually.
- Fancy a road trip? - Yeah.
Let's do it.
- Axl: Hi, Mike.
- (On phone) Hey! Just checking in, bro.
Wondering how you're getting on.
Axl: Getting on just fine, yeah.
Cool, cool.
Dad still with you? Yes, Mike.
Is he coming back or not? - Is that Zeb? - Mike: Yeah.
When?! When are you coming back? - Don't know.
- He doesn't know.
No, no, that's not okay.
I am the only one paying rent.
- Mike: Apparently you owe him money.
- And what else is new? Oh, I could-- by all means.
Right, just so you know, - I have precisely no flatmates.
- What about Amelia? - She left, thanks to you.
- After I did what? Turn my back on her so she could literally stab it? She explained that she forgot she was holding the knife.
(Scoffs) Oh, Wow.
That sounds incredibly plausible.
The point is, either you come back soon, or in lieu of rent, I will sell your stuff on TradeMe.
Fine, do it.
Good luck.
And then I will get some new flatmates who actually give a shit! Whatever, all good.
Truth is (Yells) I might not come back at all! What? Hey, hey, hey! Hey-- Hey, what do you mean not come back at all? Exactly what I said, Mike.
Just because you're hanging out with the king of running away, does not mean you have to turn into him.
- Yeah, I have to go now.
- Axl, we need to talk about-- I've got something way more important to attend to than this crap.
Axl, wait! What did he say? Apparently he's got something way more important to do.
Yeah, Johnsons! That's how we roll! There you go, this should cover it.
But no more.
I'm already paying for them because Axl's not here.
His selfishness, it's unbelievable.
Zeb, go.
You got your money, mate.
Quit while you're ahead.
- Zeb: What about Ingrid? - What about her? - She's in the house, not paying rent.
- Mike: So? So she's one of your kind.
- Kind? - "Goddy" kind.
Zeb, you are not getting any more money.
No, no, it's not just the money, it's her.
She's sending me signals.
- Signals about what? - About paying the rent in other ways if you know what I mean.
With you? Well, you know, she gets a bit friendly when she's had a few.
It would be like sleeping with my mother.
Or someone's mother.
- She wants to turn me into a motherfucker.
- No! Enough.
Go.
Be gone! Just It's all Axl's fault.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
Okay, everyone say, "Hashtag YOLO.
" Thank you very much.
Okay, so the Wi-Fi password is 422214 - Actually, you should all get my phone number.
Yes? - Anders? Sorry, can I have a moment? Certainly, my number 1 number 2.
But not number 2-- This crop of interns you've hired for the campaign Ah, yes, aren't they enthusiastic? That would be one thing about them.
What else do they all have in common? They're all young? - Yes.
What else? - Well, thankfully, because they're young, they're willing to work for life experience instead of money.
- They're all female, Anders.
- It's good to get more women involved in politics.
Do any of them actually know anything about politics? Do any of us actually know anything about politics? They're all models you hired from modelling agencies.
Because models often have long periods of time with nothing to do between jobs.
And they're easy on the eye.
This is more like it.
This feels like an actual campaign! - Dawn has a problem.
- Well, that's not very good.
What is the problem, "Dawnie"? Well none of these people actually have any experience on a political campaign.
In fact, they appear to have been hired on hotness rather than ability.
Hot women are capable too.
Anders.
(Quietly) Did you hire these people according to attractiveness? (Whispers) Nice.
(Clears throat) I'll take that as a yes.
And what would your hiring policy be, Dawnie? - Well, I don't actually hire-- - Yeah, if you did.
Well, people that live in the real world would be good, for starters.
Anders.
Hire real people.
Excuse me.
If I could have your attention, please.
Thank you all for your invaluable contribution, but alas, a strategy rethink means your input is no longer required.
Now, as unpaid volunteers, the only redundancy package I can offer is a spin around the harbour on my very large yacht with all the champagne you can drink! Raise your hands if you find this acceptable! - Woman: Yeah.
- Right.
Well, we set sail forthwith.
Where do you think you're going? On the boat.
No.
You're not.
Wow.
So much better than champagne and a boatload of drunk models.
Tell me about Colin Gundersen.
.
Is he for real? He's as real as he appears.
Or is he a rich dick getting his rocks off playing power games? He wants to be mayor, and as for getting his rocks off, I refer back to the boatload of drunk models while I'm he with you and this sandwich.
'Cause we should not take this job if he isn't serious about running a proper campaign.
- Why is it so important to you? - Dawn: Our reputation is at stake.
Our reputation, such as it is, is for helping rich dicks do whatever the hell they want.
Why is Colin any different? We could make this rich dick mayor.
Yeah, right.
(Chuckles) If you're not taking this campaign seriously, why are we even doing it.
For money? Dawn, what's going on here? Why are you being even weirder than normal? Okay, don't mock me.
I would never do that.
I have always wanted to get into politics.
I have watched every episode of The West Wing at least twice, and I want to be one of those people behind the scenes, walking and talking, pulling the strings.
That is why I got into PR with your company.
- Oh boy, you picked the wrong PR company.
- I know that now! But this is our chance to be political power brokers.
- Dawn, it's the Auckland mayoralty.
- But it's a start.
Promise me promise me it isn't a joke.
This isn't a joke? And promise me you won't fuck it up by being you.
I will give it my best shot.
Thank you.
- Did Joe say when he might be back? - Mike: I only spoke to Axl, not Joe.
Did he say when they might be back? - Well, the timeframe for returning was loose.
- How loose? Yeah, as loose as time will allow.
Ullr could find them.
Ullr doesn't want to.
You're so like my father at times.
- If you say so.
- When you get all dark and mysterious.
He was Ullr too.
Your predecessor, so I guess that comes with the territory.
Michele never mentioned this.
I keep all references to him vague around her.
She doesn't need to know her grandfather stuck a shotgun in his mouth and blew his head off.
- I can see that.
- Don't go down that road, Mike.
- What road? - The Odin road.
- Which is what? - The road Ullr should not go down Are you still being all tragic and Tennessee Williams on us? Hello, darling.
How was your day? If you want him back, throw a party.
He'll have no choice.
I'm not in the party mood.
And your precious psyche needs him to come back of his own accord, which isn't going to happen because he is gone.
He's having quality time with his son, dealing with important issues as men.
Joe: That's my boy! - That way, that way.
- No, it's that way.
Oh, man.
When the raft flipped I totally thought we were dead.
Oh, it'll take more than an inflatable raft and a few rocks to kill these gods.
You calmed the ever-living shit out of those rapids! (Sighing) So, where next? Wherever you want.
We should probably think about heading off soon, eh? - To Norsewood? - It's no hurry.
- Well, that was the plan.
- I thought the plan was freedom.
That too, but - going home too.
- We're heading in the right direction.
(Chuckles) Slowly.
There are things we need to do on the way.
- Such as? - Enjoy life.
Get to know each other.
So many things we've never done together as father and son.
All those things Kiwi kids do with their dads.
Kicking a ball around.
Or going fishing.
Fishing? I'd love to go fishing with my dad (Whispers) go to the sea.
- We'd get some awesome fish.
- We would.
- Axl: Then we should go fishing.
- And learn what it means to be gods.
- Fishing? - You wait.
- Fishing it is.
- Fishing.
Axl: And then on to Norsewood.
And then on to Norsewood.
I cannot take another day of my mother.
We have to move out or I am going to kill her.
The renos are going as fast as they can.
I'm not joking.
- Hire more people.
- I can't afford that.
Then when I slay her it'll be on your conscience.
(Rustling) Awesome.
Anders this new direction you've taken.
Well, given the limited time I had, I decided to hit the government job creation schemes.
I can't work with this lot.
I mean, look at this lot, they're ugly.
I'm joking, Dawn.
Do any of them have any actual qualifications? You wanted real people, these are real people.
I wanted qualified people to help me win, Anders! No, get rid of this rabble.
Dawn, you're in charge of hiring from how on.
Not a chance.
You are here to work, right? Or are you hoping the bar will magically reopen? You know building's not really my thing, Michael.
- Do you want a hug? - No, I do not want a hug.
'Cause you seem like you need a hug.
Or a doobie.
What I need is a truckload of money to pay more people, not my retarded adolescent grandfather trying to get me stoned.
If there is one person in this town capable of finding a truckload of money, it's you.
I'm living my life on my own terms, doing things my own way, alright? Oh, yeah? How's that working out for you? You are Ullr.
Your skills are you and you are your skills.
You deny them, you deny yourself.
And if it gets a goddess off your back You think I haven't thought about it? You think that every time someone comes at me with their hand out that I'm not tempted? Is this the bit where you bang on about how you don't like the person you turn into when you game? Yeah, there is that, but mainly it takes up too much time, Grandpa.
- It's indeed a conundrum.
- It sucks.
I'll tell you that much.
You need a quicker way to win money.
The casino, yeah, where I'm blacklisted.
You could disguise yourself as a little old Asian lady.
Surely there are other places in this town where humans and money gather to take sport.
If only we had the god of the hunt to track down those places.
Imagine how much easier your life would be then.
Is there a reason for this meeting other than watching you take out your frustrations? Because I have a business to run.
I am not - frustrated.
- Really? Well, the violent way you're attacking that bag would suggest otherwise.
I just think it's important for us to spend time together, that's all.
Because of our cause? That's the "stop the oppression of the gods" cause, right? The only oppressing my god does is when he presses me against the mattress and I go, "Oh, my God.
" What, too much information? When you're back to being a handmaiden, Stacey, maybe then you'll take our cause more seriously.
- What? - Well, it's a bit rich, isn't it? You giving Fulla a hard time when it's a well-known fact that Sjofn can't function without some god or another giving it to her.
That is not true.
Oh, I think it is.
I can forge my own destiny, thank you very much.
Right, sorry, I'm just the goddess of wisdom.
What would I know? Well, if you're so damn wise, why don't you figure out how to use Yggdrasil to our advantage? Stacey: Oh, speaking of which, Bebhan wants to talk to you.
- Ingrid: Who's Bebhan? - The god hunter guy.
The one whose wife exploded? You broke his arm? - How do you know this? - Well, he told me.
- You were talking to him? - I was talking to him about business.
He's a printer and printers always need couriers.
And I just happened to come up in this conversation.
We were having lunch, he was telling me about his family.
- (Whispers) He's got a bit of a crush on me.
- Excuse me, getting back to me.
(Chuckles) You kind of popped up.
How? He's meant to have forgotten all about us.
Yeah, he has.
You remember the smartass comment that Anders made? You guys keep worshipping the J-man, okay? Or Michele, who's like some kind of vengeful god here.
She'd love a good worship.
Well, he remembers that, and he also remembers that you healed his arm.
It would be so much easier if you just met with him.
Alright, it's on.
We've got the sea, we've got the god of the sea.
Yep, this'll do nicely.
Except for the tiny detail that we don't have any fishing gear.
Oh, that's easily fixed.
Give me the keys.
I'll sort it out.
You wait here.
Okay.
Can I be blunt? Do you actually invite women back to this flat? Yeah, plenty.
Why? Well, I saw that you roger them.
Firing all those people en masse today, - I didn't like it.
- Well, that's a shame.
Firing all those hot interns was huge fun, and it went on all night.
Colin, the point is, I'm worried about the campaign.
That is a worry, given we haven't actually launched a campaign yet.
I'm serious here.
Are you sulking because I fired you from hiring people? You're shit at all that organizational stuff, Anders.
- Your talents lie elsewhere.
- I just want to know that this isn't all an elaborate joke; Loki's big "fuck you all" to the mortal world.
Would it matter if it was? - As long as you're getting paid.
- Yes.
Yes, it would.
Which is the correct answer.
I'm deadly serious, Anders.
I will be the mayor.
Then start listening to me.
Well, I do listen to you, my friend, because you have a vested financial interest in my success.
- Yeah, you're paying me.
- No, no, more than that.
You remember Agnetha's little nest egg? Well, it's a fucking ginormous nest egg, to be completely accurate.
The one you stole from us? The one your brother invested unwisely, which fell into my lap.
What about it? How do you think I'm funding the campaign? So, you see? This is as much your campaign as it is mine.
Or you could just give us the money back.
Or the better the campaign, the more the money flows from my pocket to your pocket.
This is seriously the best scotch you've got? - There you go.
- Ta.
- So, it's all a go, then? - It soon will be, yes.
- Is there something else? - Just tread carefully around Colin Gundersen, okay? - What do you mean? - I mean, he doesn't exactly inhabit the same world you or I do.
You mean he's rich.
Hi.
Oh, Ty.
Oh, man, I would love to make package jokes at your expense, especially when you're dressed like that But unfortunately Dawn and I have some work to do, so off you go on your bike.
Off you hop.
Okay, Dawn, so new plan of attack is, everything that we can possibly charge to the Gundersen account, do it.
Phone, gas, this incredibly expensive bottle of scotch.
Has Colin authorized this? His exact words were, "His money is our money" or something like that.
So, spend away, Dawn.
You still haven't explained why I need to be on this hunt.
Just in case.
In case of what? Michael, I deal with enough unknowns in my surfing life and my oracle life without you adding a whole other life.
This is all your idea, so stop your whining.
Just stand there, look big and tough.
- Mike: Don't say - man.
I'm your bodyguard, aren't I? I'm too old for this shit.
- Mike: Hey.
- Help you? Yeah, by letting us in.
This is a private club, mate.
Sorry, I forgot to show you my membership fee.
(Quietly) Do you even know what game it is they play? Does it matter? Oh, it's nice, isn't it? Being out in the fresh air? (Sniffs) Oh, here we go.
- You're real.
- Yes, I am.
I wondered if I had dreamed you, if you were a vision.
Aw, he's quite old-fashioned.
Thank you for meeting me.
Look, don't do the kneeling, eyes-averted thing.
It's that's creepy.
Tell me what you want.
I know the power of the lord works through your hands.
I know you healed me.
I'm going to neither confirm nor deny until you tell me what you want.
I want to ask of you to use your gift to heal my sister.
She has rheumatoid arthritis.
She's only 26 and is already in a wheelchair and so much pain.
Can't help, sorry.
Please, I'm begging you.
She's such a good person, it's so unfair that she suffers.
I have money.
I am not a cheap sideshow freak.
I'm sorry.
But I'm desperate.
Life sucks.
Blame your god.
Look, she's having a bad day.
Just wait here.
Michele.
You should really think about this.
I did.
I thought about hitting him and I didn't.
Have you ever wondered why Yggsadril gave Sjofn the power to heal? 'Cause I have.
- Why, so I can heal some god-botherer's sister? - Or maybe it's bigger than that.
Why did our godly powers wane all those centuries ago? Maybe it was because people stopped believing in us.
Look at him, Michele, he believes in you.
And if you cure his sister he will believe in you with all his heart and so will she, and that is how great things would start.
Now, I might be wrong.
I have been known to be wrong in the past, but maybe this is the destiny that we seek.
A power that males do not have.
I will use my power to heal your sister.
- Thank you.
- No to the kneeling.
- Sorry.
- Ingrid here will organize the time and place.
Thank you.
Sorry it took so long, but it's all sorted.
Just-- we got to get a move on.
- To where? - The boat.
We sail in half an hour.
We sail? Joe: Yeah.
Okay, I was thinking we were going to go fishing off the wharf.
What?! Nah, that's for babies.
(Chuckles) So, what, have you chartered a boat or something? Well, not exactly.
We're crewing on a Korean longliner.
- Sorry? - Heading to the rough sea after Patagonian toothfish.
It took a lot of persuading, especially with the language difficulties, but you're going to start off in the kitchen until you're ready to work on deck.
Boy, are you going to hate the sight of kimchi.
- Who the fuck is Kimchi? - No, not a who, a what.
A spicy fermented cabbage thing the Koreans eat all the time.
You'll get the hang of it.
So, how long are we meant to be on this boat for? Well, till it gets back to Old Sand.
- Old Sand.
- Its home port.
- In Korea.
- Yeah.
I wanted to go fishing with my dad, not die in some rusting tub off the coast of Patagonia! We won't be going anywhere near Patagonia.
- Which is a pity, really, because it's a truly - Not the point, Dad! And you won't die.
Not with me on board.
What is your problem here? This is insane.
That is my problem here.
Njord and Odin go to sea together.
That, Axl, is the start of the most exciting adventure in your life.
We will own the waves! We will live a life other people can only dream of.
No.
That's your dream, not mine.
But you don't have any dreams, Axl.
You told me yourself.
I want to go with my father to see the place where I grew up.
An unremarkable piece of dirt in the middle of nowhere.
And I want to understand why he walked away from me.
And then then maybe I can understand who the hell I am.
There is nothing there for you.
You will learn nothing.
I'm offering you the pathway to something remarkable and you can't even see it? Are you sure you're actually Odin? Have a nice little life, Axl.
Hey! - Where's the car? - I used it to bribe our way on board.
Good luck, son.
And that is that, eh? It's a true pleasure, gentlemen.
(Clears throat) Mike, a word, please? - In a minute, eh? - No, now.
Excuse me.
- I know what you're going to say.
- You need to tone it down.
- It's cool, I can control it.
- You think-- you think you can.
With any luck, that is common sense telling you to quit while you're ahead.
Axl.
I thought you should pass on to Karen that Joe's not coming back.
Well, there's a surprise.
Just for the record, our father is a total prick.
It's taken as read.
Just forget him.
Get in the car, get back here.
(Chuckles) Can't do that.
For starters, I don't have the car anymore.
What's happened to my car? - Um, okay, I'll come get you.
- Mike! What about my car? No, I don't want help from you or anyone.
This family can fuck right off as far as I'm concerned.
- I'm pressing off.
- Axl To hell with the lot of you! Idiot! Shit! We need to get out of here.
To figure out what to do about Axl and the car.
Mike, there will be other card games.
Just walk away.
Axl made it abundantly clear that he needed some time on his own.
- So be it.
- No! Sorry about that.
Where were we? Dickhead! Awesome day! Do you require a lift? Yeah, actually I do.
Climb in.
- Where are you headed? - Where are you headed? - Norsewood.
- Hop in.
- You're going to Norsewood? - Yeah, I can get you there.
Cool! Axl.
- Martin.
- Okay.
You look tired.
Do I? You should get some sleep while I drive.
You've a ways to go.
Okay, the campaign staff search is moving forward.
In fact, tomorrow I should have a list of prospective candidates for your approval.
Hire whoever you want, Dawn.
- I trust your judgment.
- Okay, great.
- Only the best, Dawn.
To hell with the cost.
- That's the spirit, Anders.
Thank you, Colin.
You do know there's a campaign spending gap, right? - What? - You can't just spend what you want.
Why not? It's my money.
- So to speak.
- That's no fun It's there to stop rich people buying their way into office.
Look, don't worry.
If anyone asks any questions, we'll just deny any knowledge of anything.
Okay, moving on, Dawn.
Anders, you were going to talk about the campaign launch.
Yes, I was.
Short and sweet.
Waterfront, champagne, canapés.
The usual rent-a-crowd of demi-celebrities mixed in with the actual money people that we need to impress.
We'll get some ex-TV journo to introduce Colin, Colin makes a speech.
Colin, make it brief 'cause it's a well-known fact that Aucklanders, you know, have short attention And we'll finish it off with a big sort of kick-ass fireworks display.
It's simple, yet lavish, and no one needs to know how much it really cost.
Fine.
And will there be any actual policy announcements at this campaign launch? Policy we'll roll out as the campaign commences.
The main policy statement of the night will be vote for me because all the others are small-town mushroom dicks.
- Memorable.
- And true.
I get the feeling Dawn isn't entirely approving of our campaign strategy, Anders.
Dawn disapproves of most things.
You get used to it.
Speak up, Dawn! Tell me what you're thinking.
Well, I think everything you're planning says, "I am a rich wanker who doesn't give a shit about this city and the only reason I'm running for mayor is so I can prove my dick is bigger than yours.
" Sorry.
And to make the mayoralty seem less like a penis extension? Okay, I would start by saying, we all share the city.
So, if we can make improvements visible, practical changes that affect people's day-to-day lives-- and that can be good, simple things like installing more public drinking fountains so people won't be forced to buy bottled water.
And bike racks Yes, covered bike racks.
How useful would they be? And more bike lanes so we don't have as many accidents, and dog parks so dog owners have a place to go without annoying the other park-goers who just want to sit in the sun and read a book Sorry, I am prattling on about things that aren't important.
Quite the opposite.
- This is gold.
- Really? You look after the small things, the big things will follow, right? Yes! Yes, I mean, I'm a voter and it's my city too, right? Yes, you are, Dawn.
Anders, new idea.
We launch the campaign at Dawn's house this afternoon.
- My place is tiny.
- I bet it is! Anders, round up the hacks, invite them for tea and biscuits and a campaign launch unlike anything they have ever seen.
- But I didn't tidy up this morning.
- Perfect! Makes it all the more real! No.
No, not going to happen.
- You can't touch this.
- Touch what? This! I can't blame you for wanting it, but I will not trade sex for rent.
I don't know what sort of woman that you think I am, but you need to stop hallucinating.
- And you need to go now.
- Hey? Go on, shoo! - But this is my flat.
- Not for the next hour it isn't.
- But you don't even pay rent! - Can you tell him that we need some privacy? Go away before I castrate you.
Fine.
But I still want rent from someone.
You should prepare.
I have this, I'm prepared.
No, you can't let them see the stick.
The power comes from you, not a piece of wood.
Okay, I get that.
And ceremony and ritual are important for the God-mortal relationship.
That's how a religion works.
Okay, you should prepare.
And make a little bit of an entrance when I call you.
- Hello! - Hi.
Oh, right, okay.
I'm Ingrid.
- Kay.
- Kay.
Michele will be with you in a moment.
She just needs some time to prepare.
Don't worry, you're literally in good hands now.
Oh, the donation you suggested.
Oh, thank you.
Just to cover expenses.
And please don't mention this to the healer, she likes to remain unencumbered by such petty earthly things.
All right.
If you're ready.
Michele? I have Kay here.
She seeks your healing hands.
Okay, let's get this over and done with.
Kay has been afflicted with arthritis from a very early-- Yeah, I got it.
Thanks, Ingrid.
Let's start with the worst.
Knees, elbows, wrists, hands.
It started in my teenage Dear sweet Jesus.
He has very little to do with it.
Okay, we're done.
- Is that it? - Stand up and you tell me.
(Laughs) It doesn't hurt.
- Thank you so much.
- Whoa.
Whoa there, Jesus freaks.
You're welcome, but not that welcome.
The healer's not that big on hugging.
- You're a miracle worker.
- That's me.
Off you go.
Okay.
Oh Four jacks.
I am loving these clubs.
You wanna know, mate.
You're going to have to pay.
Yeah, wise choice.
Just so you know, guy your mate just bluffed did eight years for stabbing a policeman in the eye.
- Come on, Mikkel.
It's time for us to go.
- In a while.
We are cashing out now and leaving.
I said in a while.
I said now! Sorry, gents, but he's retarded.
Membership revoked, by the way.
You know, it would help if you didn't turn into a complete wanker when you're in your Ullr zone.
We got out alive, didn't we? Let's get a beer.
If this goes tits up awful, it'll be your fault.
- Mine? Why? - This is your idea.
No, it's not.
It's Colin's idea.
Yeah, but you put the idea in his head for him to have.
Wait, wait, wait.
Is this all the biscuits that we have? At such short notice, yes.
Unless you pop up to the supermarket.
I might pop my head in the oven if this goes as I suspect.
What's wrong with champagne and fireworks and starlets falling out of their dresses? Oh, get ready to pour the tea, honey.
We've got visitors.
Okay, so, is this the solution to all your problems? It might.
But it sure puts a dent in them.
So, now what? Good honest hard work or you find another dodgy card game and just about get killed ripping it off? - It was your idea.
- Up to a point.
up to the point where you turned into a wanker.
I think I can control it.
I saw no evidence of control today.
No, it's there.
It's within my grasp, I can feel it.
It's like it's like a wave, Grandpa.
I can feel the energy underneath building and the trick is to ride that energy and then bail out before you hit the rocks.
How dare you use a surfing metaphor on me.
And the moral qualms that you once had? (Scoffs) I'm tired, man.
I am tired of every bugger coming at me with their hand out.
Pay for this, build it faster, clean up the last mess that Axl just left behind.
So, screw it.
As long as no one gets hurt and it makes my life easier That's just between you and me, okay? More tea? Gluten free? I have no idea.
You're a journalist, man.
I don't know.
- You did text him my address, right? - Yes, of course.
Well, where is he? I'm running out of teabags.
There's a crowd, he'll be here.
Friends! Hello.
- Apologies for my lateness.
- As I was saying.
I hope you all enjoyed a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you Mr.
Colin Gunderson.
A cup of tea and a biscuit.
It's not exactly champagne and caviar, is it? But then again, the people I want to talk to you about today are not champagne and caviar people.
They'd like to be.
Of course, wouldn't we all? But that kind of lifestyle is beyond their means because they are the real people of this hard-working, honest city.
People like Dawn, our hostess.
Dawn works in an office.
She sits behind a desk.
She has a sandwich for lunch.
Not a three-course meal at a fine restaurant.
She is the sort of person that makes this city.
She believes in water fountains and places where people can walk their dogs and all those sort of things that make a city where real people can live, living their real lives.
So, Dawn, and all those thousands of other Dawns is the reason why I'm here today to announce that I am to put forward my name, Colin Gunderson, to be mayor of this great city.
Cheers.
So, get your producer to give me a call and we will set up an interview.
Woman: Great.
Hey, you don't have to clean up.
Nonsense.
I invaded your home for my own tawdry ambition.
It's the least I can do.
And I do apologize for dropping you in the spotlight like that.
No, I was flattered to be a part of it.
Well, I am very relieved to hear that.
Colin? And I do not say this lightly, you are a fucking genius.
And you are exactly the kind of suck-up I need on this campaign.
Thank you.
I have many, many interviews lined up for you.
Ooh.
We'd better work some policies out then, hadn't we? You know what I feel like? - More tea? - Champagne.
- I don't have any of that, sorry.
- My God.
You're starting to sound like the woman from my campaign.
Luckily, there's a supermarket nearby, and if you go, Anders and I will do the dishes.
Deal.
- We're not actually doing the dishes, eh? - Course we are.
I'm a man of my word.
I'll wash, you dry.
I want, Anders Johnson, as my campaign posters, portraits of people on walls all over the city with the words, "My city" underneath their portrait.
- "Vote Gunderson.
" - No.
My name should not appear on the poster.
- Well, how will people know how to vote for you? - That's for you to work out.
Well, I had some graphics of people lined up before you sprung the surprise launch.
Then tell them to do what I want, since you're so keen to spend my money.
I like to think of it as our money.
And I want Dawn to be foremost among the portraits.
- She may not go for that.
- Yeah, she will.
She's won over, like the rest will be.
She's our litmus test into the chimp mind.
Are you having your way with her? - Sorry? - Can I be a little less subtle? Are you banging her? Uh no, we work together.
- Don't shit in the company nest, eh? - Yeah, something like that.
Excellent policy.
Keep it up.
Ingrid: On the bench.
- Sorry? - What you seek is on the bench.
That should cover my rent for the foreseeable future.
Well, for about a week.
- You're kidding.
- You're not familiar with Auckland rents.
Well, bugger me sideways.
Well, don't you worry.
There will be plenty more where that came from.
That's generally how rents work.
Why are you in a wheelchair? Oh, that is a top-level secret, young Zeb.
But if you can sell it and trade me, we'll go 50/50.
Deal.
- Hey.
- Hello.
How was your day? Nothing special.
You? Nah.
Same, same.
Although, Dawn of the Living Dead here has been awaiting your return.
Any word yet? Yeah, about that, um not the best of news I'm afraid.
- Hey, where are we? - This is you, mate.
This isn't Norsewood.
You need to be here for now.
Thanks, mate.
Ass balls! Mis-pour.
Free jug going.
Sure, okay.
- (Grunts) It's your lucky day.
- Not really, but it's fast improving.
Nice.
See what happens when you make me angry? Why would I ever want to make you angry? You just gave me free beer.
So, what are you doing in my bar? - This is your bar? - No, but I like to think of it as mine.
Axl: I have no idea.
No one comes to Funamongamo without a reason.
- Funamongamo? - Yes.
Got a problem with that? Man: (Shouting) Bloody bastards! Two-faced dick-tards, the bloody lot of you! And you know it! Dick-tards! Derek! I told you to go the hell home.
- Oh, no.
- My Lord.
You've come! You know this troublemaker? - It's gone, my Lord.
- Lord? - Taken from me.
- Whoa, okay, I have no idea what you're talking about, - Uncle Derek.
- Mjolnir.
Hammer of the Gods.
It's fallen into the hand of bandits.
But now you are here.
Come to retrieve it.
We are saved! shit.
Perfect.