The Almighty Johnsons (2011) s03e08 Episode Script

1 Oh, that's right.
Hod's left the building.
So in need of putting in his box.
Congratulations, Colin, you've once again proved you're a psychopath.
Hod left me, now he's back and I want to know why.
Possibly because you're very angry.
It shouldn't matter what mood I'm in, it's meant to have gone! I have always wanted to get into politics and I want to be one of those people behind the scenes, - walking and talking, pulling the strings.
- People like Dawn.
She is the sort of person that makes this city tick.
Go on, take a guess.
What do they all have in common? They're all me.
Apart from you.
Proof that Colin's working tirelessly on the campaign.
11 functions, 11 different women.
What message does that send? That he's a man of the people.
As long as those people are attractive women.
So what, half the population are getting a piece of the future Mayor Gunderson while the other half with they were him.
What's your point, Dawn? How old is that girl? Woman, please.
As long as she's legal, what does it matter? I mean, she's early 20s, right? 18 maybe? Definitely 16 though.
Your PR sensibilities are very astute, Dawn.
Why can't you be more like her? What? I'm supporting your style.
And sending the wrong message to the voters.
And the correct message is? Do you want to be seen as a serious candidate or as a rich playboy having a laugh? I presume there's no middle ground.
- We'll pick this up tomorrow.
- I'm kidding.
Message received loud and clear.
She can be a tad puritanical.
Don't worry about it.
I have a raging hard-on that is both pleasurable and painful and it's not for you, Anders.
For Dawn? Are you serious? And when she tells us off, that feels like a spanking.
You feel that? - No.
- Really? Is that a jellyfish or a dick in your trousers? - No, I Have Dawn as an employee.
- Tell me she's single.
No, she's very un-single.
She's crew and we don't screw the crew.
- Now who's being puritanical? - Seriously, Colin.
No.
Dawn: Hi.
- Hey babe.
- Are you ready? Oh.
Oh, right, the film.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Totes mcgotes.
- What are you going to see? - (Non plus de biciclette).
- It's supposed to be really good.
- It's French, dude.
Oui, oui.
What's all that? Swings and roundabouts.
Ehi, babe! Yes Lance, tomorrow night we indoor rock climb.
Oh, didn't know you climbed rocks.
I didn't until recently.
She loves it now, bro.
It's more fun than it sounds.
Unlike French film.
- You know a bit about French film, do you? - I had a girlfriend once For a while she loved French cinema, so she took me to a couple.
And? We're not together anymore.
Well, this film's got bikes in it, bro.
And apparently French chicks love getting their gear off, so it's not all bad.
Well, we should go then, before we miss any nudie bits.
Lance: Let's go.
See you later, Ty.
How's that beer? It's nice and cold.
- Yes! - Mike: Okay.
- What's that? - It's your finder's fee.
- For Taupo.
- Hey! It is 10 grand for the littlest hole, right? Yep.
It's good to have you back, bro.
Yeah.
It's nice to be back.
Axl.
Zeb.
I haven't eaten in three days.
Why? Are you sick? There's no food.
I have food.
Meat.
Meat? Meat packs from pub raffles.
Glad you've been having fun.
I've kept the Kwans at bay and the power company.
And Watercare.
I stopped bathing to save water.
Okay, that's not good, but uh I have money now.
And some other stuff we can sell to get money.
If you're okay with me moving back in, that is.
Cook the meat and we'll talk about it.
Ingrid.
Mike.
We weren't expecting you.
I wasn't expecting you in my bar when it's shut.
Oh, you have one of those games with the little spinny soccer men with the very tight shorts.
So why are you here, at night, when all the booze is gone? I'm waiting for Michelle.
We've been working together.
Right.
On? Your renovations.
I've been helping her make a few design decisions.
You'll love what you see and it's great to have you back, so I'll wait for Michelle in the car.
She's here? She's upstairs.
I thought she'd be at her place with Karen.
No.
No, Karen's gone and you've moved back in.
Congratulations.
Michelle: Hello traveller.
Hello.
Do you approve? You have achieved miracles.
Turns out another of the many things I'm good at is finding builders and motivating them to do my bidding.
- Through fear? - Fear cleavage, few tears about how my boyfriend abandoned me mid-renovation.
Bless you.
You're welcome.
- So how am I paying for all this? - I have money.
Really? I hope you don't feel emasculated that I took the bull by the horns.
Little bit.
We can cure that.
Hold that thought.
I'll be back later.
Hey, have you seen Olaf? You mean Mr.
Grumpy Pants? Where's my car? Hey Grandpa.
Great to see you too.
Did you get my car back? No.
Why not? Because I was a bit too busy sorting out my life to track down the Koreans, Joe sold it to.
Dude, it's just a car.
And it's the best surf out west in 15 years and it's me stuck in town with no wheels.
So while you've been poncing around, thinking about yourself, what about me? I need to talk some oracle stuff.
- I need to know about JÃrmungandr.
- You got your car? Yeah.
Then we're going to the beach.
- Do we have to go to the beach? - No beach, no talk.
Dawn: Do you understand the types you'll be mixing with tonight? - Colin: Apprise me.
- Well, they're wealthy, for starters.
I'm wealthy, Dawn.
Very.
So we should get on like a house on fire.
And conservative.
So you'll need to get across a genuine sense that you care about the community.
And community means family values.
Family being a more valuable commodity than monetary wealth.
She is astonishing, isn't she? But I'll never remember all of this.
I'm a mere man.
No, you must accompany me.
What? No.
No, no, no.
- Colin: Why not? - Well, I'm the PR guy.
It should be me.
That's exactly the reason why you shouldn't.
People see you and they see PR hack.
Dawn, on the other hand, is wholesome and real, the public face of this campaign, a face that should be seen in publicwith me.
I have a prior engagement with my boyfriend, sorry.
Oh, I see.
Practicing what you preach, family values.
- I like that.
- Sorted.
Colin will fly solo.
Who knows? I may meet a young artist woman who'll agree to be my chaperone.
Would that be alright, Dawn? In the name of being real and red-blooded? - I could rearrange my plans.
- You shouldn't have to do that, Dawn.
No, that's fine.
I'll just go and message Lance.
You happy now you've had your surf? The waves and I were not as one.
Did you follow my instructions? Yeah, beer and asparagus roll.
Good.
So, let me get this straight.
Eggther, the small - brained wiffy giant, mentioned something about JÃrmungandr stirring.
Yeah.
I just thought it was giant mumbo-jumbo.
Then the same message in Norsewood.
We need to go back to the city.
What?! Now? Why? I left my weed there and the asparagus has to work its magic.
Bring the board.
Grandpa, is that wise? Wisdom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
Okay, I think that's freedom.
Freedom's the ultimate wisdom.
And the questions you ask concern something that's bigger than you can imagine.
So the more chilled one is, the better.
No, I think I want to keep a clear head and I really want to know what JÃrmungandr actually is.
The giant sea serpent.
Also known as the Midgard serpent.
Well done, Zeb.
It was put in the ocean by Odin and it grew so big that it wrapped right around the earth to the point where it holds its own tail in its mouth.
See? Big.
So I'm guessing stirring isn't a good thing.
Well, stirring means that it's unhappy about something.
As long as it doesn't let go of its tail Because? RagnarÃk.
Someone has been reading his myths.
I tried.
But they were all too weird and you said they were fairy tales.
They are.
- So JÃrmungandr is a fairy tale? - No.
What about RagnarÃk? Might be, might not be.
We won't know for sure until it's going to happen.
RagnarÃk's the end of the world.
It'd be good to have some advance notice.
Why? Because everybody dies, gods and mortals.
Not me, god of rebirth.
Are we talking about Armageddon? You call it what you will, but humans will tread the road to hell.
Seriously bad for me.
And gods fight among themselves.
Which sucks for Odin 'cause Odin gets eaten alive by the wolf Fenrir.
Little token of my appreciation for your work.
And something to wear tonight as we promenade and I apologize now if I got the size wrong.
I'm usually pretty good when it comes to judging women.
Size-wise, not judgementally.
Colin, you didn't need to do that.
What is wrong with a client showing a worker some appreciation? Hmm? I buy you expensive food and wine, buy Dawn a pretty dress.
Really, you shouldn't have.
And it's so expensive.
And Dawn's not really a "look at me" kind of person.
- But I do adore their clothes.
- Then try it on.
At least prove my estimations were right.
Sure.
Why not? So let me get this straight.
- JÃrmungandr is stirring? - Yes Mike, big time.
- And he's a giant sea serpent.
- That goes right around the globe.
And if he lets go of his tail, the seas will rise.
Olaf: And the air will turn toxic and RagnarÃk will ensue.
Shit.
The sea is rising.
The air is turning toxic.
I caused global warming.
- How stoned are you? - It's pretty intense, yeah.
I'm not.
Not at all.
I mean, you're right.
This sounds big.
Axl, can you get us some beers from the secret, secret stash? You've got a secret, secret stash? Yeah, good idea.
What the fuck?! I have just got Axl back on track.
But it could be true.
Axl caused global warming? Odin, not Axl.
Then I suggest you prove it because until you do, I do not want to hear another word about this shit.
Don't you worry.
'Cause I'm already onto it.
- Follow me.
- Where? The asparagus is kicking in.
Bring the beers, we'll need hydration.
Colin: Can I ask you a question? Sure.
If you could only ever use one sexual position for the rest of your life, which one would you choose? Well, hello Dolly.
- It's too much, isn't it? - Not at all! And might I blow my own trumpet and say the fit is exquisite.
But perhaps a little more revealing than I'm used to.
Especially for a family-oriented charity event.
A beautiful woman in a beautiful dress.
I'm not seeing a problem.
Pretty sure you weren't wearing that when you left this morning.
- It's for a work function tonight.
- The one you texted me about? - Yes.
- When you cancelled our date? We can go rock climbing next week.
Why, because you got your work thing? Yes.
Well, if it's a work thing, why are you dressed up like you're going out on the pull? - Excuse me? - No, no.
Excuse me.
Your girlfriend is not going out on the pull, as you so charmingly put it.
She will be on a date with me.
Well, she's my girlfriend, mate.
Why is she going on a date with you? Work thing, Lance.
Yeah, work thing if you're a high-class hooker maybe.
Dawn is dressed appropriately for the function that she is attending.
She is stepping up in the world.
Or are you threatened by that? What? Me? No way.
- Lance, we can talk about this later.
- No, I want to talk about this now, okay? No way am I threatened.
But you're a receptionist, Dawn.
Not someone who goes around dressed like this.
You fucking loser.
- What, babe? I'm sticking up for you.
- Really? By putting your girlfriend down the very moment she's never felt more beautiful? Stay out of this, "Colon," alright? This is between me and her and that dress.
The dress that I bought her.
So she could walk into a room full of snobs and they will all envy her.
Oh, you bought her that dress, did you? Mm.
And doesn't she look magnificent? You know what you are, mate? You're a cock with a capital C.
- Lance! - You know what I say to you, dude? I say cock-a-doodle-doo to you, dude.
Lance, you should go.
Right.
You got a choice to make, Dawn, okay? Me and rock climbing tonight or your work thing.
Work thing.
This is a choice you shouldn't make lightly, okay? Work thing.
Right, well, this isn't over, okay? But this is.
This is over.
Right? Never want to see you again.
You didn't sign for this.
Excuse me.
Well, correct me if I'm wrong, isn't Dawn now single? The time is nigh.
Come on, you too.
Eh? Do you want to know the truth? Why do we have to take our clothes off? 'Cause it's the way.
Come on.
An offering to the gods.
- Okay, that's quite cold.
- Harden up.
Not possible right now.
A warm bit.
Ah.
You just peed, didn't you? Asparagus rolls.
Did you have to, bro? I had to get your attention.
We have beers as well.
I'm on the wagon.
Pussy.
Strange times, Baldr.
Sobriety is called for.
Tigilau, Odin.
Odin, Tigilau, guardian of the sharks and the fishes.
- Hi.
- I know this turkey.
Thanks a bunch, bro.
So it's true.
You bet your lily white it is.
What? Ah! That was you, that day.
That's how I take care of people that are unwelcome in my neighbourhood.
JÃrmungandr is stirring.
Stirring? I wish.
It's chaos down there.
My fishes are dying.
Currents are all ass-faced about backwards.
It's madness.
The big snake is getting ready to let go.
And with Odin here in Midgard, the verdict's in.
The road to RagnarÃk, my bald friend.
Surely we can stop this.
Yeah, good luck with that.
Can you stop doing that? Next time you release a metaphorical serpent into the world, think 1,000 years into the future when it's a grown metaphorical serpent, okay? That was a previous Odin! He who fits the jandle wears the jandle.
Good seeing you Baldr.
What are those pigs looking at? I asked you not to mess with Axl.
You asked me to prove my theory, which I did.
How does prancing around naked getting arrested prove anything? Mike, it's not my fault.
The police were being entirely unreasonable.
Naked we're born, naked we die! You fascists! Axl, get in.
- Hey, not you.
- What? - You're walking.
- Hey? It's an excellent speech, Dawn.
Now even I'm interested in Auckland sewage.
Ta.
And I apologize if the dress was to blame for what happened before.
It's okay, Colin.
I'll still be your plus one.
It's not as if I'm going rock climbing, is it? That's the spirit.
Go and get some lunch.
I need to talk to Anders for a bit.
- Anything I need to be across? - No, it's just boy's talk.
Okay.
What the fuck are you doing? It's called charm, Anders.
Dawn's not going to fuck you.
And whatever gives you the idea that's my dark, insidious plan? The charm, mainly.
Okay, fair cop.
I fully intend to end this evening with Dawn's legs wrapped around me as she screams, "Yes" over and over - and over.
- That is so not going to happen.
She's way too smart and she is so not your type.
The thing is, Anders, having made Dawn the face of the city, I'm consumed with the idea that somehow as I fuck Dawn, I'll actually be fucking the entire city.
And you can't imagine what a turn-on that is, - my Lord Bragi.
- No.
A word in her ear.
Your sweet powers of persuasion, just to tip her over the edge - Never.
- You hypocrite.
You use your powers all the time.
Not for this.
Let me put this in perspective.
I bankroll your life.
I'm your ticket to wealth and power.
I can also end your life now if I choose.
And all that will be left, they will suck up in a dustbuster.
I can also end the life of any member of your family, if you needed a head's-up on our relative positions in the pantheon.
So you see, there's a lot riding on your decision, Anders.
Can you believe women, bro? - In what way? - Dawn.
I had to break up with her.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- I appreciate it, man.
Thanks.
What happened? Oh, she chose some rich prick over me, didn't she? - What rich prick? - That dick running for mayor.
There's no way he's getting my vote now, I can tell you.
- Colin Gunderson.
- There's no way, bro, being rich and buying someone leg-opening dresses and then poncing them off to these fancy shindigs is fair play.
- Is Dawn here? - No.
- Is there no depth to how far you'll sink? - Eh? - Pimping Dawn out to your mate.
- How'd you find that out? Oh, right, Lance.
And he's not my mate and no, I didn't pimp her.
Why else would she go on a date with him.
Look, first thing that needs to happen is you need to get off your high horse and you need to understand that there is way more going on here than a stupid date, which Dawn entered into willingly BTW.
Dawn would never willingly go on a date-- It's a work thing, you pious prick.
It's a work-related social function.
It's what Prince Charming has planned after the ball that you should be worried about.
Which is what? Loki's put the hard word on me to, you know, do the groundwork for him so that she'llyou know.
You mean be the drug that means Colin can rape her.
Okay, I'm not loving the term rape because technically speaking, it wouldn't be rape - because she'd be saying yes.
- Only because you made her.
She'd be saying yes to the notion that Colin is her type.
Why are you even considering this? Look You know, of all people, what Loki can do when he doesn't get his own way.
This is Dawn we're talking about.
Grow some fucking balls! Ty, why is it cold in here? Yes, it seems that Hod has come back.
- How? - I don't know.
Olaf reckons maybe he never entirely went away.
I'm still trying to figure it out.
Please, don't do this.
Look, in no way do I want to do this because, you know, I actually do care for Dawn, but would it be so bad if she hooked up with a rich guy like Colin? Maybe it'll make her truly happy.
I mean, who are we to deny Dawn a chance at happiness.
I swear, I'll smack you in the face.
Hmm, well, Hod is well and truly back.
Bummer for you, bro.
At least admit it's a grey area.
- There's nothing grey about it.
Don't do it.
- Or else what? I'm stuck between fire and ice, bro.
I'm running out of alternatives.
Then you had better think of one, hadn't you? We heard it from Tigilau, Mike.
And did anyone else see this Tigilau? I told you, I wasn't stoned.
Zeb, - what's all this? - Supplies.
For RagnarÃk.
I would have got more, but this is as far as your money went.
Should give us a couple of weeks though.
Okay.
Okay, this has gone far enough.
Why shouldn't Zeb get prepared? What, for an Armageddon that isn't coming? Odin threw JÃrmungandr into the sea.
I have to own that.
Axl, listen.
We had a great week.
Yeah? A bit of a road trip.
It was fun, right? Life was fun, yes? Yeah.
So don't throw that away on stuff that makes no sense.
- Makes sense to me.
- No.
What makes sense is you settling down and getting yourself a job.
- I'm a crap builder, Mike.
- Not building.
It doesn't have to be building.
Any job would be good.
But please, just get on with life, real life.
Because that is the only life that truly matters and you you have to trust me on this.
Colin: Where's my beautiful date? Doing makeup stuff.
Hmm, the womanly art of applying rouge to the lips to imitate a fulsome labia.
Gets me every time.
I presume you had your little pep talk with her? No, Colin, I didn't.
- Was I not clear enough about this? - Oh no, you were crystal.
You want Dawn as a way of reminding me who's boss.
Maybe a smidge.
But don't overestimate your importance in this.
Mainly I want her because I want her, pure and simple.
Promise me you won't hurt her.
Not unless she wants me to.
No, no, no.
No jokes.
I need to know that you're not going to mess her up.
I am sick of sluts only after me for my money.
I'm after an intelligent but not unattractive woman to be at my side in public office.
Dawn appeals to me because she puts the respect into respectable.
She is, quite simply, the woman of my dreams.
Is this what you want to hear? Okay, here's the deal.
Deal? I'm not going to do all the work for you.
If you can get her to the point where she'll kiss you, that'll be the cue for my words to kick in, okay? Oh, I do like a bit of sport.
Love your thinking.
Hi.
Dawn, my god, you look sensational.
Thank you.
You look amazing.
And on that note, we should check the taxi situation.
I was thinking limo, but then thought, No, man of the people.
- Did I do right, Dawn? - Yes, Colin, you did.
Good.
Well, I shall attend to that while Anders has a quick word.
You wanted to speak to me? Dawn, listen to me.
I want you to go out tonight and have a good time.
You deserve it.
And with Colin, you'll have the best time.
He's a great guy.
You'll laugh at all his jokes, and indulge him in every way.
And then at some stage, he'll want to take you away from the crowd to kiss you and it will be the best kiss of your life.
It's really nice of you to come.
It's such a good cause.
Excuse me.
Could you come with me? Excuse us.
I'm so sorry, but there's something I've been wanting to do all evening.
I was hoping you'd get to that.
I'm not sure that look in your eyes is family-acceptable, Dawn.
Come with me.
My sweet, dirty girl.
How could I possibly say no? You exceed my expectations, Dawn.
Nothing like a quick one against a wall to keep it real.
Anders: Thank you, Dawn, you can go now.
Wanker.
What did you say to her? And after you kiss him, you must take him to the alleyway so I can talk to him and then you'll walk away and forever think that Colin Gunderson is a wanker.
You wanted to fuck her 'cause you could then discard her like a broken toy and in my books, no one does that to Dawn.
You do realize that with this attack of morality, you're throwing everything away.
And I mean everything.
No, you'll leave my brother alone.
Piss off, mortal boy.
Come within 100 metres of Dawn or Anders or any member of my family or anyone I even vaguely know and I will kill you.
How? By beating me with your bicycle pump? You get one warning, that's all.
Fuck off.
I don't like threats, especially from mortals.
Riles me.
And when I get riled-- Next time, that's you, mortal.
Who are you calling mortal? Yeah, that's right.
Hod's back.
Ty, that's enough, mate.
Ty, let's go.
Loud and clear, Colin? You're dead, Johnson! - Dead! - Jesus, Ty.
You fuck! There's not going to be - a RagnarÃk.
- What? 'Cause I already have a job.
To find Frigg.
When Mike said get a job, I'm not sure that's what he meant.
Forget Mike.
If I, Odin, find the Frigg, then I get my powers, right? - That's always been the plan.
- Then surely, as a fully powered-up Odin, I can change things, right? You'd hope so.
Then the first thing I'll do is deal to JÃrmungandr and therefore stop RagnarÃk.
- And thereby save the world.
- Exactly! Dude, I've never known why I had to find Frigg.
It was always this quest I was told I had to do, but - now I get it! - Okay, but say we run with this.
How does this realization actually get us closer to finding her? It just will.
We need to get moving.
We have Ingrid and her genealogy stuff.
Okay, now we're relying on Ingrid to save the world.
No, no.
We'll be searching too.
But we have no money.
We can't drop everything and search.
Then I'll get a job.
Just like Mike said, I will get a job.
And search in my spare time.
- Jobs don't grow on trees.
- Ah, Zeb! Stop putting up obstacles! I bet once you start looking, there are jobs everywhere.
Pizza delivery.
That's me.
That, my friend, is a job.
Dude, that is like a sign.
And what's more, pizza delivery involves knocking on doors.
Meeting complete strangers.
And behind any door could be the Frigg.
Awesome.
Zeb, I'm going to find her.
I've never felt more sure about anything in my entire life.
What's happened? Ty broke Colin's arm.
It was Anders' idea.
Why isn't there champagne? Because, unfortunately, he's not dead in a lead-lined casket, so he's kind of pissed off.
I thought you and Colin were bosom buddies these days.
He crossed a boundary.
You have boundaries? If you want to blame anyone, blame me.
Anders, for once in his life, was doing the right thing.
Why does everyone say, "For once in his life?" I do the right thing all the time.
He was doing good.
I was the one who lost control of my powers.
You have powers.
Sort of.
But different.
I think I can control it now.
I'm not sure.
You didn't exactly control it when you broke his arm though, did you? If you want to have a go at me, fine.
But I wasn't going to stand by and let-- I'm not having a go.
It's just It's time we ended it.
I don't need you fighting my battles, Mike.
You're my brother.
Your fight is my fight.
Saddest sound in the world, a man playing foosball all on his own.
Yeah, tragic.
You crossed a line with Dawn.
Please Michael.
She's a bit of sport.
Any chance you'll call it even at that? Crawl back into your hole? I will destroy his business, his home and then him.
When gods betray gods, the retribution must be epic.
Can't we sort this out like gods who are also gentlemen, over a drink, a game of cards? I mean, I would have said foosball, but you do need two hands for that.
Do I look like a moron? Can I be honest? With the cast and the sling, just a little bit, yeah.
I've no intention of playing games with the god of games.
I can't twist your arm.
Sorry, too soon for jokes? Take your transparent plan to beat me on your terms and shove it up your ass, Michael.
For unless you're about to prostrate yourself in front of me and beg for clemency for your pathetic brothers, then this meeting is over.
It's not over.
I don't see you on your knees.
And you never will.
Because I am sick of your bullshit, I'm sick of you treating mortals like second-rate citizens and I am sick of you trying to manipulate my brothers into doing things which rank lower than the lowest.
We're through with it.
We're over you.
We Johnsons will always defeat a loser like you.
Good luck with that.
Oh, it's going to happen.
I bet it won't.
And I accept.
Accept what? Your offer to play.
- Play what? - The game that we're playing now.
- What game? - The bet.
Which is an invitation to a challenge.
A challenge being a game.
You just turned it into a game and I accepted.
There is no game.
- Oh, you know there is.
- There is no game! You, Loki, want to destroy my family.
I, Ullr, said I would stop you.
You bet that I wouldn't.
You entered into a game, I accepted.
It's game on.
You're trying to set me on fire, right? Wait.
Yeah, I'm feeling a warm kind of glow.
It's quite pleasant, actually.
In a game, my powers will always trump your powers, so I'm afraid that's as far as your powers will ever extend when it comes to me or my family.
Now piss off.
Forever.
Well done, Michael, on your quest to suck all the fun out of life.
If it protects my family, so be it.
Hey Colin.
Bet you don't win the election.
Thank you.
Next time, talk to me before you break him, okay? You can go now.
Ty: Leaving.
I think she wants you, mate.
So was that acceptable as far as going to war with Loki goes? Let me put it this way Carry on.
I am very interested in what you have to say.
Last of it, boys.
As I said, straight to the dump.
So we've clearly just lost our major client.
Not so much losing as letting go, Dawn.
Who happened to be our only client.
- We don't need him.
- Oh sure, 'cause he's a wanker.
I'm not even sure why I keep saying that because I actually hate the term, but he really was a wanker.
- So we have no clients.
- Oh, but we do have potential.
What about the dog food people? Yeah? I miss those guys.
- I'll get on the phone.
- You do that.
Ah, it's a new dawn, Dawn.
It's a new dawn.
That's right.
Hod's back.