Fargo

Erstwhile on "Fargo"...

I'm not afraid of a war.

But are you with me?

We're not gonna make the first move.

But if these Kansas City mooks come at you shootin'...

...we'll cut the goddamn nose off their face.

Your Indian killed him.

I didn't know that was happening.

I wanna know what they're gonna do before they do it.

Otherwise, you can die with the rest of them.

You sent my goddamn son!

The kid said it should be family that pulls the trigger,

which is true.

He's 17.

Sheriff? Go inside now, Peggy.

When I find ya, darlin', I'm gonna make you bleed.

And that -- there's a word for that.

It's called "managing up."

Which, if you want to rise to any kind of power

in this organization,

is something you'd better learn.

Because they'll say to you,

"go out, do the job, and don't worry."

But, in fact, what they mean...

...is talk 'em through it.

You understand?

It doesn't matter

if it's washing machines or cocaine,

whores or horseradish,

they -- the powers that be --

they need to know...

What I'm trying to say is, quite simply --

Floyd: We waited.

don't like funerals.

Simone: Nobody likes funerals.

I want to thank you boys

for coming out from buffalo and helping us out.

We couldn't have fought them off much longer.

Forget about it.

I'm seeing cows, horses, whaddya? Chickens.

It's like wild goddamn kingdom in here.

We got ups and downs. Tell me.

Go see to lunch.

I'm grown. I can hear.

We got five of theirs, including management.

But they felled roost and Seymour.

That means south Dakota's turned.

Which bear now tells me is where

they got the presidents' faces

up on the side of a rock.

So we should get that back.

Nothing from Hanzee? Nothin'.

Two days.

What about my dad?

Gonna need a third hole is my feelin'.

Have some respect.

My lion didn't raise that boy

to be killed by small-town muscle.

Thought that about Rye.

Now there's nothin' left but clothes. They're just men.

What are you sayin'?

I said, it's not like my dad's the shark in that movie --

"we're gonna need a bigger boat."

He shits and sleeps.

I swear, I thought your father was the problem --

his nature... And towards women.

But you're two of the same!

You're porcupines!

You're half crazy, always lookin' for a fight!

This family...

Deserves the ground.

I got this.

Hey, porcupine?

Hey. Where are you running?

I shouldn't have hit her. Hey.

Hittin's the least of it.

Not enough of us left to start tellin' the truth.

Simone: Go to hell.

Last stand or make a run for it?

Benjamin. Floyd.

It's funeral day. I know.

Uh, we waited till the dirt settled, but...

...now I need you to come with us.

It's me you should be takin'.

No, you're good.

Floyd?

How's my boy?

State pen -- awaitin' trial.

You should visit.

Where's your brother? Found Jesus.

Mm. Joined a monastery.

Mm. I just bet.

Phone.

Take a message.

You're gonna want to take this one, bro.

Prick says he knows where Dodd is.

Take a message.

Gibson: Tell me one more time,

why is Floyd Gerhardt sittin' in my interview room?

Schmidt: Sir, uh, trooper Solverson and myself,

we're tired of playin' clean-up --

officially.

Thought we'd apply some pressure to both sides.

Let 'em know all this killin' isn't, uh, goin' unnoticed.

What about this butcher?

We got an apb out on both blumquists, ed and Peggy.

So far, nothin'.

Could be on the run, could be dead.

Should've checked on that girl.

Elliot ness himself deputized my daddy atf

during prohibition.

Used to tell stories of Tommy-gun bloodbaths

and heads rollin' in the road.

Never thought I'd see it in my lifetime,

but here we are.

This thing's just plumb out of control.

What do you think? Mm.

I think I want to live in a world

where people leave the front door unlocked. Yeah.

Probably we're just wastin' our breath.

Okay.

You two go see the out-of-towners.

Leave the old broad to us.

I'm gonna smoke.

Ma'am, I'm, uh, sheriff Larsson, rock county.

Had some differences with your oldest boy yesterday.

How'd that go for you?

Uh, let's call it a draw

on account of your Indian sucker-punched me

'fore I could make a showin'.

Yeah. He does that.

Gibson: Sorry to hear about Otto.

They shot him in his own home.

These Kansas City hosenscheisser.

Children sleepin' upstairs -- savages.

My wife passed last summer.

We were up in brainerd, visitin' my sister.

Last thing she said to me --

"do you smell toast?"

Different roads, same destination.

I suppose.

But the question is -- for you, I mean --

how far does it go?

Husband dead, plus your youngest,

grandson in jail,

and now Dodd's missin', we hear.

Old-timers had it worse.

Used to be 10 born, 2 survived --

consumption, scalpings, smallpox, wolves.

Well, it's a question of what you can live with,

I suppose -- how many ghosts.

I-i shot a man through the teeth in vichy, France.

I still see his face every night before bed.

Our backs to the wall.

You see that, yeah?

Yeah, except I'm the guy in the next state

who got shanghaied,

and your sons are the ones that took the drive.

The butcher of Luverne killed my boy --

on orders from Kansas City.

Oh, I've known ed blumquist since short pants.

If he's workin' for the Kansas City mob,

I'll -- I'll cut off my toe.

What's it they call those Russians?

Sleeper agents.

I'm sayin', you think you know someone,

but what do you know, really?

I had a kid in here the other day.

Stabbed his parents to death in their sleep.

When I asked him why, he couldn't say.

It just come over him all of a sudden.

The stories used to be simpler. That's for sure.

This, then that --

and now I don't know

where it starts or how it ends.

I truly don't.

Without bein' simplistic,

this thing's over when you say it's over.

No. They won't stop -- my boys.

They've lost too much. They're too proud.

Well, okay, then.

How about you help us out?

You know these Kansas City fellas.

Point us in the right direction there --

you know, weaknesses, indiscretions.

Give us somethin' actionable,

and maybe we make this whole, uh...

Northern expansion unpalatable.

Snitch.

Well, uh... You said yourself --

hard to be simple in times of complication.