Fargo

Whatever it is, just name it.

I'll go get it, I swear.

Or we can go get it together.

Yeah?

What do you want?

You want drugs?

I got a fucking evidence room like a CVS, bro.

Everything in there.

Blow, meth, Oxy.

Get you a shopping cart, you'll be tripping balls

for the next ten years, huh?

You want guns?

Armor? Huh?

I got a friggin' flamethrower. No joke. All yours.

You like titties?

Huh?

Nice 'tang, clean girls, huh?

Young.

Sounds pretty good, huh?

I'm sure it gets lonely out here.

Fucker, I'm talking to ya!

A rabbit screams

because a rabbit is caught.

Knows only that it wants to live.

Try again in fucking English, bro.

Oh, fuck. Help. Help.

Shit. Help. Hel--

Oh, sh--

Help! Help! Help!

An old woman

watches young men play a game.

- She drinks. - What?

She drinks because her own son

has spit the nipple from his mouth.

- She bothers no one. -

What are you talking...

And yet,

you killed her.

I...

Yes. Eye.

Your eyes.

No.

- - As the Bible says,

what is taken

must be given.

- This for that. - My God...

No...

- No, wait. - Shh.

Quiet, rabbit.

Wait.

Quiet.

Wait. Wait! Oh, please, no.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, co...

Come on.

Come on.

Damn it.

Roy.

- Gator? - Nothing.

Balls-deep, maybe.

You talk to the governor?

Unavailable, they tell me, until further notice.

It turned.

The tide.

Can you feel it?

Rally the patriots.

Tell Odin we're gonna need 'em all and to come heavy.

Then close the gate.

Dig in.

This is our Masada.

What about...

Okay.

Most I ever felt I felt for that woman.

Well, this morning I'm thinking...

...I don't ever want to feel that way again.

So...

Bury her.

Shit.

Oh.

You've reached Danish Graves, esquire.

I'm not here to take...

- - You've reached Danish Graves.

His cell was turned off at 11:45 last night.

Where?

Stark County. Tillman Ranch.

Do you think--

You want me to call the governor?

No.

I'm done fucking around.

Tell Jerome to call the orange idiot.

It's time I got something for my money.

Farr.

- It's happening. - Sorry?

They're raiding the Tillman Ranch.

FBI's on their way.

- How do you know that? - I can't be there.

I'm on a different side now.

But you got to go save her.

Mrs. Lyon.

- If she's still-- - Message received.

In transit.

Mayday, Mayday.

This is a code ten-double-zero. Officer down.

All patriots respond.

I have a military ambush inbound,

and this is America's sheriff issuing a call to arms.

They're coming for me the way they came for Ammon and LaVoy.

And don't be fooled.

After they murder me, they're coming for you next.

So grab your beans and your bullets

and bring your big fuckin' hammer,

'cause it's balls to the wall time.

And rally right here on me.

If you're close by, get here now.

I'll keep 'em faced forward while you box 'em in.

We'll show these godless Huns how a patriot dies a'singing.

Hooah.

["Y.M.C.A." by Village People playing]

[power tool whirring in distance]

- -

- - Can you get that, hon?

Yep.

Daddy's phone.

Hi, squirt.

Mommy?

- Oh, God. - Where are you?

Let-let-- let me talk to her, honey.

- Daddy wants to talk to you. - Right there, yeah.

Oh. I-I-I... Are you-are you okay?

Yeah.

W-- Well... where are you?