Fargo

Each character in this tale

is going to be represented

by a different instrument of the orchestra.

For instance, the bird will be played by the flute,

like this.

Here's the duck, played by the oboe.

The cat, by the clarinet.

The bassoon will represent Grandfather.

The blast of the hunter's shotguns,

played by the kettledrums.

(SUSPENSEFUL KETTLEDRUMS PLAYING)

The wolf, by the French horns.

(DRAMATIC FRENCH HORNS PLAYING)

And Peter, by the strings.

(THEME FROM PETER AND THE WOLF PLAYING)

Are you sitting comfortably?

Good. Then I'll begin.

Okay.

It's a safe deposit box.

Number 1606.

My guess, they stashed the stamp there.

What about the key? Wouldn't I need the...

Lost when you redecorated the study, tell him.

Oh.

Don't forget. Got that meeting with the high roller later.

Burt Lurdsman, plumbing supplies.

I really feel like this is it.

Our ship coming in.

Remember.

Richest guy in the room is always the boss.

Welcome to Capley Bank and Trust.

You picking up or dropping off?

What?

Oh, I'm just playing.

You wanna make a withdrawal or a deposit?

Oh!

-I... I, uh... -Oh.

It's okay, Milly. I got this.

Sorry about that, ES.

Milly just moved down from Bemidji.

You've got to learn the faces, huh.

-(SCOFFS) -Sorry.

No, that's...

Everybody has a first day.

Would you get the man a cream soda,

for shit's sakes? Jeez!

Thanks again for those Gopher seats.

Ham was tickled pink.

My sister's boy. You remember?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

You know, I don't got a lot of time here.

Oh, should be back in a snap, Milly. Uh...

More in the "nice to look at" category than, say, brainiac.

I was hoping to get into my box.

You've been working out, yes?

You seem bulked up. Been hitting the weight room?

I, uh... Hitting the buffet, more like.

What with the wedding and all.

Oh, I hear you. All that cake tasting. (LAUGHS)

I am so sorry, Mr. Stussy.

No, that's...

You're fine.

Let the man breathe, girl.

Uh...

I lost the key, is the thing, to my box.

Redecorating, thrown out with the old credenza, you know.

Is that gonna be...

'Cause what's in there, I really need, you know, today.

Well... (SIGHS)

Uh...

Hate to be a stickler, ES, but, uh, without the key,

well, we, uh...

No, I, uh... I...

We have to drill the lock and, uh...

I get it. (STAMMERS) Makes sense.

What we should do is order a new key.

Won't take more than a week, and that way, you know,

order's maintained.

You understand.

You know what?

Forget it.

Just go ahead and pack up all my accounts.

I'll take a check if you don't have that much cash on hand.

Now, Emmit, there's no need to...

No, it's fine. I understand.

You don't want to help me.

A lost key like it's some kind of national tragedy,

but you got your order.

Rules and the like,

so I'll find a bank maybe puts the customer first.

Call Mike.

Hold on a sec, ES. We're...

You know what? We'll just drill that sucker.

No problemo. It'll take two seconds and then you can...

Whatever you need. Just fetch whatever's in there.

Not that I know or need to know what's...

So I don't have to carry my accounts over to Chase?

Chase? That's, uh...

You're such a kidder.

You really had me going there for...

Let me just get my keys.

While you're at it, I'll take 10 grand in hundreds

and a buck in quarters for the meter.

That's, uh... Well, of course.

You'll just have to fill out a...

Or, you know what?

I'll get the paperwork handled myself.

Although, ES, may I suggest, um,

well, it's just that whenever you take out

anything more than $10,000,

it automatically triggers a...

Buck,

if I wanted an opinion from an asshole, I'd ask my own.

Got it?

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

The stamp wasn't there, but I got this.

Christmas.

How much did he have, his account?

I don't know. Uh, maybe $1 million.

Your brother has $1 million, and you took,

what is that, 10 grand?

Now, see, that's the criminal mentality, your old life.

And what do you... Hardwired patterns.

But we're not crooks.

This is the principal,

what's right, fair market value for the...

What he took, the stamp.

Who's Luverne?

He did what?

Oh, believe me, I'm pretty ticked myself.

I loved that dog.

Plus the money, of course.

Christ on a stick, you think you know a guy.

I mean, used feminine hygiene products

in a man's desk drawer is one thing,

but now,

the ridicule of beloved remains.

"Cremains" is the, I think, preferred nomenclature.

This is the last thing we need.

What with this Varga mess

and poor Irv not even being cold yet.

See and that's, uh...

I was gonna talk to you about that.

Suicide is what the authorities...

The conversation I had.

Old folks get depressed around the holidays and all that,

but I don't know.

Character like this Varga,

I'm just saying, you can't put anything past him.

Christ.

What are we in the middle of?

We ought to consider meeting this widow Goldfarb.

Sell the company?

-That's a little... -No, no, not sell.

Just, I'm saying, take the meeting.

Buck says she's cash-rich and looking to buy in.

And it feels like we're getting pulled

into something sticky here, so...

Yeah. Yeah, that's good thinking.

What the shit are they up to?

When Putin was a boy,

he already knew he wanted to be FSB.

He lived in the well,

kept a photo of Bergin by his bed.

Bergin, who squats in 1920 dirt,

gives birth of GRU, later KGB.

Godfather.

And this boy, Putin, he learns sambo,

rules the yard school by his fist.

You see, in Russia, there are two words for truth.

Pravda is man's truth.

Istina is God's truth.

But there is also nepravda, untruth.

And this is the weapon the leader uses.

Because he knows what they don't.

The truth is whatever he says it is.

I don't get what's so complicated here.

You take a born loser, add a drug addiction,

remove a job, fill his pockets with holes,

mix in cold turkey,

you think this guy isn't gonna drive around

randomly looking for someone to rob?

Yeah.

But then why tear a page out of the phonebook?

Choose a house? Doesn't that imply that...

There you go.