Fargo

Erstwhile on Fargo...

Hi.

Mommy?

I'm so happy to see you.

Who's Sheriff Roy?

I need to leave Scotty here for a few days.

Two, three, maybe.

- Tops. -

I got to do something.

She's not safe.

You find her?

Dad, come on.

You're not paying this guy.

Solve it with a bullet, not...

We tried killing him.

Now we're bailing water out of a sinking boat.

We need to take luck out of the equation. Period.

End of story.

We have business.

Now, I didn't make your deal,

but if I had, I would have been clear.

That woman's like a tick.

Can't crush her, can't pull her out clean.

Suffocation is the key.

Probably ought to let her be, but...

Happy now, shitbird?

You got your money?

I'll see you soon, asshole.

Jesus Christ.

Ma!

Ma!

I'm coming, I'm coming. Geez.

Don't break the door down.

I'm freezing my balls off out there, Ma,

waiting for you to get off your fat ass and...

Why you got to say that, huh?

Like I'm some kind of deadbeat, huh?

Make me a fucking sandwich.

A setup is what it is.

Check in every week, get a job, but nobody's hiring.

Piss in a cup, stay clean.

I need a fucking smoke.

God. These fucking guys.

Fucking guys. I'm telling you...

Use the spicy mustard and, uh, don't Jew me on the meat.

Uh-huh.

Six bucks? What the fuck, Ma?

Disability check comes in on the eighth.

You tell me how to stretch it.

Maybe don't buy a hundred six-packs of beer, eh?

Whoa. What the fuck, Ma?

Who the fuck is this?

I live here now.

What? A... a boarder?

You holding out on me, Ma? How much is he paying you?

Trade.

- What? - No payment.

Trade.

What kind of trade? That sounds like bullshit.

Like the dog in the yard.

We guard the house.

Is he for real, Ma?

Listen up, shitbird.

Your freeloading days are over.

Landlord's here now, so you're gonna pay for room and board

or I'm gonna cut you a new suck hole.

Or how about I call the law,

tell them you're taking advantage of a poor old widow.

Either way, you better show me some cheddar pronto.

Fuckin' A.

Same amount every month, huh?

Got to go, Ma. Forgot a thing.

Fuckin' A.

["I'm Your Puppet" by James and Bobby Purify playing]

Anywhere you like.

Cream and sugar, I'm guessing.

Please.

Sugar's by the ketchup.

To or from?

- Sorry? - Are you heading

to something or away from something?

Home.

As in your going home or running away from home?

Are your pancakes any good?

Best in the county.

Oh.

- -

Let me know if you need anything else.

Oh, shit.

No.

Shoot.

Stupid, ugly, clumsy.

Whore.

I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

It won't happen again.

I promise.

Please. Please calm down.

It-it was an accident.

Don't touch me.

I'll kill you.

Good morning, Lindas.

Breakfast is now being served in the main lodge.

This morning, we have...

Said the baby bear to the mama bear,

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed."

"She's still there."

I'm looking for Linda.

You found her.

No, that's...

She was Tillman, my Linda.

Linda Tillman.

That's her married name?

I had one of those, too.

Most of us did.

Husbands' names, boyfriends' names.

Now we're just Lindas. Or variations.

I earned my first new letter last week,

so you can call me Lindo.

I don't understand.

When you leave a man who abuses and controls you

and you find this place,

you take on a new name.

A transition name. Linda.

But my Linda was named Linda before.

Oh.

That Linda.

She sent me a postcard.

Can I ask what that was last night?

Some kind of puppet show?

Hungry?

It's a beautiful day.

Welcome, Linda.

Why am I so tired?

It's kind of a death, what they do to us.

Our men.

The way they make us feel about ourselves.

No, that's...

I love my husband.

It's been ten years of bliss.

Honestly, I'm not here about him.

This is a long-ago story come back to haunt me.

Hi, Linda.

That's why I need her help.

My Linda.

Saint Linda. That's what we call her.