Fargo

What the fuck?

Reverse. Go, go!

(different signal whistle responds)

Omie: Get out of the car.

What did you say to me?

All of you.

- (grunts) - (Sizzling)

That's what I thought.

All bark.

When first I come to America, I know nothing.

How to dress, what to eat.

I sleep in a closet with a stuck hanger in my jacket

so I don't fall down.

On the street I hear this phrase.

You know this phrase: "American values."

and I think, "what does it mean?"

Financial values I understand.

Money. What a thing is worth.

Human values, this also makes sense.

The things we love.

Family, I bambini...

But this american values:

Land of the free, home of the brave,

this I don't know.

And then I learn the history of this country.

Your slavery, the smallpox in the blankets,

how you stole the land from the natives.

And I realize... To be an American

is to pretend.

Capisce?

You pretend to be one thing when really you are something else.

And I can do that.

Lie. Hide.

But what I will not do is pretend we are at peace

when really we are at war.

Are we at war?

Not yet...

But we're trying real hard.

It was a step too far, no?

You mean you?

What? No. You steal the guns,

- you kill my man. - You're shooting at my boss's boy.

What you say? A shot?

- Who shot? - Your goons.

Taking a shot at the boss's boy, the eldest.

Calamita and the rabbi.

And the way I figure,

Calamita is lucky that we didn't off him, too!

You didn't know?

How about a spring street stick-up, night before last?

Two dames.

Shotguns, kitchen knives.

Took out two of my boys.

That-that wasn't us.

Well, are you sure?

'Cause it seems to me that you ain't tracked in

on all the critical goings-ons

in your house these days.

I'll come back to you.

How many?

300 semiautomatic.

Out of new york.

So either the faddas are going into the gun business now

or they're going to war, with us.

Sell 200 to mort kellerman.

Out of Fargo?

Tell him he can have them at cost,

but he owes us devotion.

And, uh, this here... The snatch and grab?

Faddas say it wasn't them.

Opal: And what, we trust them now?

Two broads, you said?

Yeah. One, uh, colored, one squaw.

They could have farmed it out female,

the italians, confuse the matter.

No.

Nobody's dumb and smart at the same time.

This here is just some crime.

Two bonnies.

We got to beat the bushes, flip some rocks.

- They'll crawl out. - Yeah.

What we need to do is find out who's on top

over in little Italy.

One or the other,

if they come at my family again, we'll kill them all.

Oh! My god!

Ah!

Oh! Oh...

- Jesus Christ. - (Oraetta chuckles)

- Josto: Is that...? - (Mutters)

Josto: What was that?

Oh...

Mmm.

I was reading the most delicious article

Last night about Istanbul.

Even the word's romantic, don't you think?

Istanbul.

I think that's where they filmed Casablanca.

Josto: Mm...

They filmed casablanca in casablanca.

- Hmm? - Yeah.

Oh, y-yeah, course. Silly me.

Just... doesn't it sound divine?

Getting away, laying out for the northern territories,

wind in your hair?

I got mouths to feed, answerability.

Oh. A box, you mean... Four walls of pine,

which is...

Well, a coffin is what it is, mister.

There are places in the amazon rainforests

where a million butterflies take flight all at once.

Isn't that something a man should see before he dies?

My brother's in from the old country, breaking balls.

Ah, excuse you, mr. Potty mouth.

Sorry.

It's just... I swear I could kill that guy.

- Your brother? - No.

Doctor at the hospital.

Stuffed shirt, thinks he shits cornflakes.

Harvard.

Goodness.

Your mind's a clutter of grievances.

Here I am, talking about waterfalls,

and you're making a list of nemeses.

Friends or enemies. That's the world, hmm?

Oraetta mayflower's enemy to no man.

You're a dame.

Where I come from,

we sleep with one eye open and a razor in our teeth.

You got any more of that fluffy whiz bang?

Get my head on straight?

And here I thought you liked me for my vocabulary.

Well, it's not your vocabulary that just took a ride in my lap.

Hey! That... rude.

We fly elevated in this house, mister.

Proper ladies and gentlemen, which is a lesson

you should take to heart in your other lives.

And you sleep with a mouthful of razors,

it's your own throat that gets cut.

Believe you me.

You got the powder or not?

Oraetta: I thought you were refined.

Why? 'Cause my shoes are shiny?

Look at that. You left a mark.