Fargo

There she is.

Happy birthday, baby girl.

It's okay.

I've been having a bad day, too.

I-I...

I wasn't...

I didn't call the raid.

It was Josto. I was following orders. I...

I-I can get your money back.

Keep it.

I'm losing this war, Odis.

People are being taken from me. People I trust.

Things I've earned.

You see, I'm not just fighting a few Italians.

I'm fighting 400 years of history.

I'm fighting a mindset.

You like those dolls, huh?

You collect 'em?

Uh...

How you think they feel?

Being owned.

Imagine if these dolls rose up

and became citizens of this apartment.

Imagine if they asked for equal rights.

You might say,

"Man, fuck these dolls.

"I'm gonna crush these dolls.

"Thinking they all human.

Thinking they equal."

'Cause that's your mindset.

And look,

maybe you feel like these Italians own you.

But you got no idea what it

feels like to be actual owned.

To be property.

Until now.

'Cause I own you.

You're gonna help me win this war

or I'm gonna put you in the ground.

You hear me?

Yeah. Yes.

Yes, I hear you.

Good.

We'll be in touch.

Oh.

- Hey. - (CAR APPROACHES)

- (ENGINE STOPS) - (CAR DOORS CLOSE)

- (MAN SHOUTS) - (GUNFIRE)

Paolo.

No.

No...

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

- You shot him. - Well, what was I supposed to do?

He's the size of a house.

The man said "alive."

Nah, he's still breathing.

You see me struggling here?

Well, now what?

He's awoke.

You ever hear of Sugar Ray Robinson?

No?

Won his first 40 fights.

We used to call him Willie up in

Harlem, which was his real name.

You see, to get his first fight,

Sugar had to borrow this other cat's union card.

You know how that story goes.

How a man will do whatever it takes to get that first break.

- Yeah, yeah. - (COUGHS)

See, there's a part two to this story.

Now that you got the title...

you got to fight off all these do-right daddies

that want to knock your head off.

My man right here

started off as a flyweight.

Worked himself up to welter.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

He's skinny.

And you're right.

But he's got reach.

Jack Blackburn said he had

the best right cross in the business.

- Ain't that right? - Mm-hmm.

Now, you can say your whole life

is just a series of mistakes.

No big deal.

But Doctor Senator...

Now, that's the one that got you killed.

Yeah. Come on, come on.

Come on. (SPEAKS ITALIAN)

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Beatrice said to come see you. - (MAN MOANING IN DISTANCE)

Can't we shut him up?

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Oh, poor Mr. Tucker.

Yeah, he's got the gout something fierce.

There's not much we can do

but wait for the swelling to go down.

I haven't forgotten, by the way.

Macaroon?

I received a rather queer letter about you today.

About me?

Reader's Digest says letter writing's becoming a lost art.

Ah...

Miss Mayflower, do you attend the funerals

of your patients?

Of course.

It's the Christian thing to do.

Well, someone has written me and suggested

that your behavior at your last posting

deserves further scrutiny.

My behavior? (SHORT CHUCKLE)

For example,

do you retain keepsakes

from your patients?

Those who've passed.

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

Because, of course, it goes without saying

that confiscating the possessions of any patient

is a crime.

Dr. Harvard...

I can assure you Oraetta Mayflower

is a Christian citizen of the highest character.

I'm unsure, even, of the spelling of the word "crime."

May I see this letter for myself?

- No. - Well...

may I at least

learn the name of the sender?

It's anonymous.

Oh. Well, there you go.

A cowardly act by a coward.

Possibly some... w-well,

personal or professional jealousy.

Indeed.

I've seen plenty of rivalries in my day.

Oh, well...

None worse than those between two she-cats.

I swear, you women,

with your petty squabbles. A man...

: a professional man...

would have no time for such witchiness.

I suspect the snitch to be a fellow nurse

or candy striper from your last hospital.

: As you said... jealous,

possibly of your high position here.

Of course, I will have to show this letter

to our human resources department.

No, sir, please.

Can you imagine if this was your reputation?

A baseless claim delivered anonymously?

When you called Allen Sneet, did you not check my references?

- I did. - And did he give you any cause...

for hesitation?

Did he not report that I was...

exemplary in my vocation?

A-a regular Florence Nightingale? (CHUCKLES)

He did.

All right, Nurse Mayflower, you've convinced me.

I'm convinced.

For now,

we'll just keep this between us.

Thank you, Doctor.

And I want to apologize that this matter has taken up

part of your day. I know how busy you are.

Back to your duties, now.

- Oh, Nurse Mayflower. - Mm-hmm?

No more funerals.

No.

Merda, what a flight.

This is Joe Bulo, out of New York.