Fargo

Am I, uh...

What are we waiting for?

What?

The arrows.

Gayle's putting in the arrows on Reagan.

Yeah, I know.

It's... They said...

Jenny came by the trailer, and she said five minutes, so...

Well, there's a lot of arrows.

So...

- Should I just go back to my... - No.

No, it's, uh... Jenny said...

What did Jenny say?

They're... they're... they're putting in the arrows.

Yeah, I know.

But how long?

Doll, just find out, will you?

'Cause the Chief is wearing moccasins here.

It's goddamn February.

So, what's he like, anyway?

Who?

Dutch. Reagan.

Ronnie?

Oh, he's a prince.

He's a real class act.

Yeah.

Can I get a blanket?

This is the actual field, they tell me.

What?

It's the actual battlefield... Massacre at Sioux Falls.

I think 300 of your people... braves...

died here, what, 100 years ago?

I'm from New Jersey.

Sure, but... Yeah, you're... you're...

you're an Indian, right? So...

so that... that... that's got to be, uh...

Got to be what?

No, I'm just saying this battle, it was the last big battle

before the end of the... And what came after...

whew!

And, look, I'm a Jew,

so believe me, I know tribulation.

Yeah. Smoke?

Any minute, he'll be out.

All right, nobody moves. Everybody is still dead.

It is a crisis of confidence.

It is a crisis that strikes at the very heart and soul

and spirit of our national will.

_

We can see this crisis in the growing doubt

about the meaning of our own lives

and in the loss of a unity of purpose.

_

Is he kidding me?

...has been taken out of the home of John Wayne Gacy...

The erosion of our confidence in the future

is threatening to destroy _

the social and the political fabric of America. _

That's what I'm trying to engage with here

is this untapped potential of yours

to sort of think a little bit.

Confidence in the future has supported everything else.

_

Hey, there. Sorry.

Are you kidding me?

You said noon, yeah?

Are you kidding me?

Hold on, now...

Said 11:00, not noon.

What?

Say that again.

- Okay. - Say it again.

Okay, okay!

Where's the goddamn money?

I gave it to Ollie, like, yesterday.

Don't lie.

I mean, I'm... I'm getting it.

It's just a little late.

The hell you say. I did the rounds.

Everybody paid.

'Course they're gonna say that.

So you got the money.

Well, you know, maybe I needed it for me,

for something I...

No, you earn for the family, not for yourself.

Yeah.

But you're the oldest, and then there's Bear,

and that's the throne.

What am I ever gonna be

except the kid you send out for milk?

You're a Gerhardt.

That's like Jupiter telling Pluto,

"Hey, you're a planet, too."

What?

If I'm this royalty,

how come you got me doing bullshit collections

like some nobody chump?

Everybody earns.

That's the law.

Yeah, but what if I got ambitions, you know?

You wear short pants till you prove you're a man.

I'm a man.

You're the comic in a piece of bubble gum!

Well, I mean, says you.

You got till tomorrow to bring the collection money you owe.

Or what?

You make me wait for you again, I'll cleave your skull.

This is the month's cash, all in.

You'll see the problem right away.

Light.

Mm.

About time.

Give me a break.

Soon as you ladies are done dancing...

You're right.

We're light,

even though the transport dollars went up.

It's the local business... gambling and drugs...

and whores.

Meine keine gute soehne?

Don't pin this on me.

Or me.

We earned.

But not Rye.

No.

But even without his nut,

we shouldn't be this short.

It's like we're a balloon leaking air all over.

Spit it out.

What are we talking about here?

Tell me, God damn it.

Another outfit.

I'm taking care of it.

From the south.

Don't know where.

- I said I'd handle it. - They're coming hard.

Son, I'm the iron fist of God.

There's not a sane man in three states

who would dare to...

Some pissant crew from south no place?

You bring me these hirnlose mutter fotzen

and I'll grind their bones to make my...

Otto? Otto?

_

All right, hear me.

I'm saying tomorrow has never been closer

than it is right now.

It's 11:00 in the morning.

Metaphorically, I mean.

Hi, friend. Be with you in a...

Check never came, is my point.

I'm owed for work I done.

Me and the boys, we're owed.

Giddyup there, cowboy.

Wait your turn, short round.

What'd you say?

You heard me.

Jesus. Just...

It's in the mail, okay?

The check.

Just... if it hasn't come by Tuesday,

I'll write you another.

Yeah, that's right.

You better run.

Come on, now.

He could call a cop.

He's not calling anybody.

Guys like that, they're just big on the outside.

So, where's this miracle contraption?

Behold the future.

I'm talking money hand over fist.

A typewriter.

A self-correcting IBM Selectric II electric typewriter

with patented high-speed type ball.

They're not just for women anymore.

And you're sure we're the only...

Sole distributor, Midwest region.

Assuming you're willing to forget certain debts

owed to your family from the, uh...

Gambling.

Yeah, which, you know, I'm not proud.

So, as soon as you talk to the judge

and she unfreezes the accounts,

well, then we can turn on the money spigot.

The what?

The spigot.

It's like where you hook up a hose.

Like a fire hose?

Any hose.

I'm saying once we get those typewriters,

the money... there'll be no stopping it.

Uh, which judge, again?

_

You're the comic in a piece of bubble gum!

Welcome to Waffle Hut!

- Shit, lady. - Table or booth?

Just, uh, the counter.

Special's tuna melt and fries. Pie is humbleberry.

Just coffee.

Everything's taken care of.