Malvo: Erstwhile on Fargo...
The blackmail, I'm gonna pay it.
Blood and locusts...
The book of exodus.
God is watching and he knows.
Knows what?
Pick me up in an hour. We'll get the money.
He's gonna pay? A million dollars?
Did you mean to look me in here?
We got a big day tomorrow. Get some rest.
That's Sam hess.
I mean, you think this could be,
like, an organized crime thing?
We're from Fargo.
You're gonna find him, right? The guy who did it.
Mr. Numbers: I need a name.
Malvo. Malvo.
Lorne malvo?
Lester: He killed him. He killed hess.
(Chinese music playing)
(Chinese music continues playing on radio)
(People speaking mandarin)
Jergen: So, anyway, this freakin' guy...
The women are in the box, yeah?
Customs seal on. (Men laughing)
Eighteen cubic tons metric at $110 an ounce...
Jergen: And he decides... oi!
Stepped twice.
Soy sauce... And another Mai Tai.
Mai Tai? Mai Tai? ...Minus labor, minus packaging,
minus extra-governmental operating costs.
Anyhoo, he decides he's in love with one of 'em.
Yield so far, 9,000 unique credit card numbers,
with a credit limit of approximately $1.1 million,
minus real estate, minus labor, minus R&D.
Sam hess.
Assets deployed, Mr. Wrench and Mr. Numbers.
Three days plus lodging plus mileage.
You want the...
Bottom line, they don't think...
Our guys, they said... doesn't look related to the business.
Could be extra-marital... On the wife's side.
So... now, they're en route to a second location
to apprehend who we... Think is responsible.
Dead.
What's that?
Not apprehend, dead.
Don't care extra-marital. Don't care not related.
Kill and be killed. Head in a bag.
There's the message.
Jergen: Of course, boss. Yeah.
Carlyle: Nineteen-hundred units shipped by rail at a cost of $600 per
plus customs plus extra government expenses.
Don: Good evening, ladies. Good...
Welcome, ladies, to Turkish delight...
To Turkish delight... (Coughing) Where your wish...
Your wish is our command.
Time to make the call.
No, I mean... you know... (Laughs) Maybe I don't wanna now, you know.
'Cause... that's... Maybe... maybe
something got broken there in the night,
you know... something... Something important like trust.
You know, maybe... we need to revisit who gets how much here.
What's in the bags?
Look... okay, here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking 60-40, all right?
You know, with me getting, you know...
Because, you know, am I or am I not doing all the...
What about the voice thingy there?
(Exhales)
(In deep voice) "Luke... I am your father..."
(Clatters)
Stop screwing around.
What...
"Luke."
I think you broke it.
(Exhales) So about that 60-40 split there, you know, I'm...
Hey, why is there paper on the windows?
Word for word.
You really want me to say all this?
(Clock ticking)
(Stavros shouting)
(Gasps)
(Cell phone ringing)
Yeah.
Don: (In deep voice) "Once upon a time, there was a little boy.
He was born in a field and raised in the woods...
And he had nothing.
In the winter, the boy would freeze...
And in the summer, he would boil.
He knew the name of every stinging insect.
At night, he would look at the lights in the houses
and he would want.
Why was he outside and they in?
Why was he so hungry and they fed?
'It should be me, ' he said.
And out of the darkness, the wolves came, whispering.
(Breathing heavily)
Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Yeah.
"Gustafson parking garage, high noon."
(Door closing)
We”... did it sound like he was gonna pay?
I don't know what that sounds like.
So is the Greek the boy or...
Give me that duffel over there and I'll tell you.
Hey...
(Laughs) What's with all the duct tape?
Norm on radio: Tellin' you, folks, things are shaping up to make this
one of the worst blizzards in Minnesota history.
A perfect storm or what have you.
This is definitely one for the record books.
Sam on radio: That's right, norm.
And expect white outs and blizzard-like conditions
as this system moves quickly down from Canada.
Also, expect poor road conditions and even closures.
So, folks, please avoid driving today unless you absolutely have to.
Gosh, I... avoid going out...
(Door buzzing)
Starting to come down out there.
"Storm of the century," they're sayin'.
Is Greta here?
No, she's at a friend's. Thought it would be safer.
(Clears throat) Um...
You didn't have to come.
I was coming anyway. Told you last night.
Just left a little earlier is all.
So... you really think this malvo fella was at your apartment?
Not at the apartment, outside.
My neighbor, he does the watch.
He said he saw this fella sitting in his car outside the apartment.
May even have followed me here, I'm thinking.
So the neighbor, Jewish fella,
he gives the guy a warning, you know, a kind of, "move along."
Said the fella was real menacing in return.
Had a police scanner, he said.
Talked about how maybe he was gonna...
Come back and kill the neighbor and his family.
Oh, jeez.
Did you call it in?
We”, see... I don't think they'd believe me is the thing.
I mean, not after, you know,
I arrest the wrong fella, being what they think.
So there's that. (Laughs)
He get a plate number, your neighbor?
Yeah, yeah. He...
Icalled it in.
SUV of some type... company car.
Which company?
The grocery chain, you know, "July in January."
Phoenix farms.
Right.
Which...
This malvo fella saying he's a pastor...
So not sure the connection there.
Well, maybe we should drive over, see what they say.
Yeah. Let me get changed.
Morning, Mr. Creech.
(Creech groans)
And how're we feeling there, Mr. Nygaard?
Lester: Oh, yeah.
Realgood. Ready to go home.
Well, now, that's up to him, I suppose.
So how's your pain level on a scale of one to 10?
Yeah, not bad.
So maybe a three?
What... what's with... why's there a police officer outside?
Not for me to say, is it?
Okay, Mr. Creech, I'll be back to take you to radiology in 10 minutes.
(Creech groaning)
(Groaning continues)
I'm... I'm his brother Chaz. Chaz nygaard.
Lester... it's me.
Hey.
What did you do?
When? Come on, Lester.
There's a deputy outside the door, for Pete's sake.
I just... cut my hand on a... some rusty nail.
Not sure how that involves local law enforcement.
They said you were there when the police chief got murdered.
Well, heck. (Laughs)
I think I'd remember that.
Unless... I don't know, with the head injury, maybe...
'Cause lying...
You're lying.
Says who?
That cop, the female, says you are a suspect.
Suspect of what? Murder...
For Pearl, the chief... Even Sam hess.
That is crazy is what that is.
I'm the victim! Me!
He came to my house. They...
I almost died.
Did you tell her that?
Don't lie to me!
I took you in. My house...
This is... around my kid...
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy. Classic.
Cops can't figure out who did it,
so they start throwing blame around.
You said you were kidnapped.
You called me in a meeting, said you were mixed up in something.
That was... I told you I was just pranking you.
No, you said you were in the trunk of a car.
Said a couple of fellas grabbed you.
What are you mixed up in, Lester? What the heck is goin' on?
Chaz, I swear to you, this is all just a...
Heck, you're my brother. You should be on my side.
People are dead, Lester.
Your own wife.
A... a conspiracy, they're sayin'.
Like... like... like... maybe you hired a fella to... to...
What?
Come on.
Chaz, I swear to god... I did not do this... anything.
Well, they think you did... Or know who did,
so... so... you gotta give 'em something... someone.
If you want this to go away, you gotta give 'em someone.
Chaz... buddy, come on.
This is...
You have got to stand by me here.
You've been a burden my whole life.
I'm done.
There's something wrong with you, Lester. There's something missing.
You're not right in the world.
Chaz.
(Groaning softly)
(Groaning loudly)
(Lester grunting)
(Continues groaning)
(Panting)
(Grunting)
Nurse: Okay, here's Mr. Creech's charts.
Are we ready, Mr. Creech?
(Muffled groaning)
Okay, Mr. Creech, someone will be out for you in a minute.
(Groans)
(Grunts)
(Sighing)
(Car lock beeps)
(Sighing)
So he had a shotgun pellet in his hand this whole time?
Lester? Yeah.
Which means he wasn't knocked out in the basement
like he said he was.
So maybe...
Maybe he and malvo weren't foes there at the end.
Maybe... they colluded on this whole thing.
Hmm.
Welcome to Phoenix farms!
Hiya. We're police officers.
You sure are. This about the bugs?
Sorry?
The bugs. The... what do you...
Locust?
Or wait. Maybe we're not supposed to tell people.
Dave, are we telling people about the bugs?
Is there a manager or someone we can talk to?
Not sure anybody's in yet.
Dave, anybodyin the offices yet?
Let me check.
Mr. Cosmopolis to customer service.
(Muzak playing on pa)
(Whistling)
Okay, then... I'm gonna leave my card.
Deputy solverson.
We're here about a company car, who's driving it.
The license number there on the back.
When a manager gets in, just have him call.
Okay, sure. Thanks for stopping by.
Thanks.
So what do we do now then?
I could use another cup of coffee.
Female electronic voice: Please take your ticket.
Stavros: Oh, god.
(Grunting)
Oh, god, my god.
What?
Wally: Kid's getting restless.
How's he doing?
He's baffled... just like me.
Did you make the drop?
It's not too late to get off the pot. It's a lot of damn money.
It's not about the money. It's bigger than the...
Stavros: Thank you, god.
Wally: Than what?
I know what I gotta do now.
Give me an hour and head back.
Tell the damn kid...
I love him.
Yeah, I'm... I'm not gonna say that.
Pack your shit. We're heading home.
Was that my dad?
Ticket, please.
I changed my mind.
I decided...
God, he told me.
He has different plans.
God told you not to park here?
No, no, no.
I know what I have to do now. I didn't before.
Well, sir, I gotta...
It's $2 for the first 30 minutes, so...
Son, do you go to church? Yes, sir.
Then open the goddamn gate. Your lord demands it.
(Police chatter on radio)
Two-faced.
What's that?
When someone's a liar, that's what you... you say.
"He's two-faced."
Like, he's got one face for telling the truth
and another for...
I guess that's what... bothers me the most, you know.
Not the violence and the murders and all?
Well... of course that... But, I mean...
(Sighs)
When a dog goes rabid, right, there's no mistaking it for a normal dog.
And here we are.
We're supposed to be... You know, us people...
We're supposed to know better...
To be better, you know?
It must be hard to live in this world if you believe that.
You have no idea.
(Snoring)
Dispatch on radio: 620, be aware. Possible 313 in progress,
bishop and main.
Officer 1: Roger from dispatch. We're sitting around Willow creek...
(Groans)
Officer 2:8434, base. I'm gonna go ahead and cancel this thing.
(Muffled talking)
(Gun cocking)
(Muffled protesting)
Thought about it. The 60-40 thing doesn't work for me.
(Continues protesting) Officer 3 on radio: All right,
I'm gonna take it to north, in case he shows up down the block.
On radio: Dispatch to 1211 mint.
Officer 3:1211 mint. Roger.
(Indistinct talking)
(Muffled shouting)
Female officer: A 172. Tenth and market to code four. Can I get a case number?
Hey. Hey!
(Muffled crying)
(Muffled whimpering)
In case stavros does call the cops...
We wanna make sure they're too busy to respond.
That's part one.
Mmm-mmm.
(Muffled crying)
(Muffled grunting)
Part two is...
Have you ever had Turkish delight?
It's disgusting.
That's okay. I'd be insulted if you didn't try.
(Sighs) Officer on radio: Roger that.
One citation, one...
(Muffled talking)
Female officer: A 172. Tenth and market to code four. Can I get a case number?
(People screaming) (Dogs barking)
(Gunfire) (Woman screaming)
(Muffled crying)
Dispatch on radio: All units, shots fired. Beacon near Bundy. I repeat, shots fired.
Officer: Car 1-7 in the area. Responding.
(Muffled shouting)
(Grunting)
Mr. Creech?
Hello?
Anyone there?
(Car door closing)
(Front door opening)
Kitty: No TV until you do your homework.
Just don't go there. You know that.
Wash your hands first. Gordo: Did.
Yeah? When? Between the car and the house?
So this fella gives away all his money and a kidney
and then he kills himself?
Gus: That's what he said, my neighbor.
Why didn't the fella just go work for a charity?
Got me.
Probably close the roads soon, ifyou're gonna head back.
Still gotta take a look at Lester's car.
Maybe take another run at Phoenix farms, I'm thinking.
Try to get an ID on that company car.
Don't much like this fella threatening people.
Never wanted to be a cop, you know.
I mean... (Clears throat) Some kids grow up thinking about it,
but not me.
And your dream was what then?
You're gonna think it's funny, but...
I always wanted to work for the post office...
And be a mailman. (Chuckles)
I like that you get to see the same people every day...
Bring 'em that check they've been waiting for...
And presents for Christmas... Be part of the community.
But... when I applied, they were on a hiring freeze.
Then this pal from high school tells me the local pd is hiring,
so I took the bus downtown.
Never thought they'd, you know... they'd take me.
So why try?
Well, you know...
Greta's mom passed
and she was the one with the paycheck, so...
(Sirens wailing)
Oh, jeez.
I wonder what that's about.
Officer on radio: All tac units arrived after me. Repeat, tac team...
(Sirens continue wailing) (Officers shouting indistinctly)
(Grunting)
I don't want to die in this way.
(Chatter on police radio)
How bad?
Sir, multiple shots fired, property damage.
No injury reports at this time...
And perps are still thought to be inside.
Multiple?
Unclear at this time.
To the individual or individuals inside the house.
This is lieutenant schmidt, duluth police department.
I'm ordering you to throw out your weapon
and come out with your hands up... (Muffled screaming)
Or we'll start blasting.
Move! (Choir singing hymn in Latin)
Officer on radio: Roger that. Tac team 2 is on the move.
On the move. Divide and conquer on three.
Over.
Officer 1: Shots fired!
Officer 2: Go, go, go!
They're shooting! Shot's fired!
Shots fired! Engage! Engage!
(Gunfire)
(Muffled screaming)
(Choir continues singing in Latin)
(Groaning)
Officer on radio: Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired.
Schmidt on radio: Cease fire!
Cease fire, damn it!
(Gunfire)
(Muffled whimpering)
I think we got him.
Based on what? Esp?
Breach!
(Choir continues singing in Latin)
(Muffled screaming)
Wait!
(Flash bang beeping)
Officer: Gun!
(Groaning)
Officer on radio: Suspect is down. Repeat, suspect is down.
Oddest suicide by cop lever...
(Brakes screeching)
(Grunts)
They're shooting up the block. It's goddamn world war III.
Call 911.
(Gunfire in the distance)
No, wait!
This is grime.
Shots fired, fourth and hunter. Requesting backup.
What do you think?
Accident, I guess.
Words exchanged, differences.
Heck of a lot of bullets for a Fender bender.
(Groaning)
No, wait! We should wait for...
Who?
(Grunting)
(Mr. Numbers groans)
Who? God!
(Groans) Damn it!
Fargo!
(Panting)
(Groaning)
(Gurgung)
Molly: Here!
One down!
He's dead, I think!
Molly: Freeze! Police officer!
(Gunshots)
Halt!
Man on radio: Just a horrible time to be on the roads, guys.
And I don't recall any time, Kim...
Unless you get a serious blizzard like '96 or even into '93.
Where we have had so many interstates shut down...
(Grunting)
(Panting)
Let there be light, huh?
What the heck was that?
What... jeez.
God! Fish!
Jeez!
(Male choir singing hymn)
(Thudding)
Buddy?
Dmitri?
(Stavros sobbing)
I gave it back.
Igaveitback!
Mr. Creech.
Oh, thank gosh.
There you are, Mr. Creech. (Groans)
Thought we'd lost you.
(Italian music playing)