Fargo

Antecedently on Fargo...

What happened?

You send a man to do a job

without all the information...

...how can the job be done?

You say how woman is

a woman, a...

housewife.

Never do you mention

she is, for real...

a tiger.

You're saying you couldn't handle some girl?

Hundred pounds soaking wet? Huh?

This half-wit shot up a filling station outside Beulah.

Murdered the clerk.

- -

Killed a state trooper.

Put a hole in the leg of another.

And this retard's partner with a cracked skull

and his face half burned off in the morgue.

You say housewife, so I bring one guy.

You say tiger...

that's a different guy.

It cost you three times.

Did they take her? The police?

Fled on foot.

Possibly home.

Possibly to the wind.

- Will you find her? - It's a question

of price.

And the job, it was not the job

you said.

- Pain... and suffering. -

And it forces a man to ask...

why you want the tiger.

She's my wife.

She made vows to me.

Consider it a debt unpaid, leaving me in limbo.

See, she hid from me nine, ten years.

Interest accrued

until the debt could no longer be paid with money.

Then, one day, there she is.

Fingerprints in the system.

Now the limbo can end

and debt can be collected.

Well, thanks for your help.

Go on with Gator, he'll get you paid.

Original, plus pain and suffering.

Yeah, of course.

Take it out of the rainy day fund.

- Fixing place. - Fixing place.

Hundreds okay?

Surprise, shitbird.

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["All Shook Up" by Tennessee Ernie Ford playing]

Called you directly.

I didn't want this going out on the wire.

Didn't know what to do with him so I just put him in the back.

Then where were you?

I was draining the snake.

Two minutes in and out.

Did you get a look at the tape?

State cops took the whole system

last night on account of the other thing.

Can you believe this guy?

Coming back to the scene of the crime?

Like that?

Talk about big balls.

Yeah, well, I bet yours shriveled up a little bit

on account of him getting the jump on you. Again.

Son of a bitch!

All right, are you done?

Tell me again where you found this Munch guy.

Is that really his name, Ole Munch?

He says it,

"Ooh-lah," and I-I, I didn't find him, I found his partner.

What, the guy with his head in the toilet?

Yeah.

All right, well, first order of business, we need information.

Find out who this guy is.

Priors, known accomplices, known hangouts.

Then we smoke him loose.

If he comes for us again?

Oh, believe me, he's coming.

Sleep with your hammer cocked is my opinion,

if you sleep at all.

Jesus.

All right, the truck goes in a ditch.

Alvie behind the wheel.

Tell Bruno to report the cause of death as accidental.

Then you

go to his fiancee's and break the news.

- What are you gonna do? - Don't worry about what I'm gonna do, all right?

- Okay. - Now you're oh for two here, kid.

How do I teach you how to be a winner,

you keep losing all the time?

I swear to God, him versus me, man-to-man,

I'd wipe the floor with him.

Yeah. Right. Like High Noon?

Hmm?

That only happens in the movies, son.

Real life, they'll slit your throat

while you're waiting for the light to change.

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Hey, babe.

Daddy's here.

Odin.

Sheriff.

I saw your boys outside.

You know, we could, uh...

we could have them in.

Fix them a plate.

Nah, they're outdoor animals.

Mountain lions in training.

Don't want them getting soft.

Well, I'm gonna have a drink. You want one?

Got my special sipping whiskey.

Can't be too careful.

Twins still up?

They're in the bath.

Sit down.

I want to see my man.

Ah, I just want to say good night first.

I'll be right back.

Need to talk about munitions, boy.

Gonna need another delivery soon.

Yeah, I'm wrangling things.

Uh, got to space it out, though, yeah?

Requisitioned weapons going missing.

Feds are already on my ass.

Things are in the works, kid.

1776.

And we're not gonna take this country back

with harsh language, feel me?

Uh-huh.

[children chattering indistinctly]

Alone at last.

What do you want tonight, Daddy?

You want helpless hitchhiker?

How about angry feminist?

Okay.

How about...

How about that mean ole governor?

Hmm?

Oh, sorry.

I see you.

["Bogey Wail" by Jack Hylton playing]

I called the alarm guy.

Got an appointment for Monday.

Hon?

Oh. I told Cheryl to mark me

incommunicado for this afternoon,

so we can go to the, uh, Gun World.

I changed my mind.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

You're gonna be a zombie for Halloween,