02x07 - Did you do this. No you did it!

Erstwhile on Fargo...

I'm not afraid of a war.

But are you with me?

We're not gonna make the first move.

But if these Kansas City mooks come at you shootin'... we'll cut the goddamn nose off their face.

Your Indian killed him.

I didn't know that was happening.

I wanna know what they're gonna do before they do it.

Otherwise, you can die with the rest of them.

You sent my goddamn son!

The kid said it should be family that pulls the trigger, which is true.

He's 17.

Sheriff?

Go inside now, Peggy.

When I find ya, darlin', I'm gonna make you bleed.

[ Grunts ]

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

And that-- there's a word for that.

It's called "managing up."

Which, if you want to rise to any kind of power in this organization, is something you'd better learn.

Because they'll say to you, "Go out, do the job, and don't worry."

But, in fact, what they mean... is talk 'em through it.

[ Windows squeaking ]

You understand?

It doesn't matter if it's washing machines or cocaine, whores or horseradish, they-- the powers that be-- they need to know...

[ All screaming ]

[ Wind whistling ]

[ Magazine clip clicking ]

What I'm trying to say is, quite simply--

[ Choking, gasping ]


♪ in the shuffling madness ♪
♪ of the locomotive breath ♪
♪ runs the all-time loser ♪
♪ headlong to his death ♪
♪ oh, he feels the pistol scraping ♪
♪ steam breaking on his brow ♪
♪ old Charlie stole the handle ♪
♪ and the train, it won't stop going ♪
♪ no way to slow down ♪
♪ oh, oh ♪
♪ he sees his children jumping off ♪
♪ at the stations, one by one ♪
♪ his woman and his best friend ♪

[ Gunshot ]

♪ in bed and having fun ♪
♪ oh, he's crawling down the corridor ♪
♪ on his hands and knees ♪
♪ old Charlie stole the handle ♪
♪ and the train, it won't stop going ♪
♪ no way to slow down ♪
♪ yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

[ Man speaking German ]

[ Horse whinnying ]

[ Horse whinnying ]

Floyd: We waited.

Don't like funerals.

Simone: Nobody likes funerals.

I want to thank you boys for coming out from Buffalo and helping us out.

We couldn't have fought them off much longer.

Forget about it.

I'm seeing cows, horses, whaddya? Chickens.

It's like wild goddamn kingdom in here.

[ Chuckles ]

We got ups and downs.

Tell me.

Go see to lunch.

I'm grown. I can hear.

We got five of theirs, including Management.

But they felled Roost and Seymour.

That means South Dakota's turned.

Which Bear now tells me is where they got the presidents' faces up on the side of a rock.

So we should get that back.

Nothing from Hanzee?

Nothing.

Two days.

What about my dad?

[ Spits ]

Gonna need a third hole is my feelin'.

Have some respect.

My lion didn't raise that boy to be killed by small-town muscle.

Thought that about Rye.

Now there's nothin' left but clothes.

They're just men.

What are you sayin'?

I said, it's not like my dad's the shark in that movie--

"We're gonna need a bigger boat."

He sh1ts and sleeps.

I swear, I thought your father was the problem-- his nature... and towards women.

But you're two of the same!

You're porcupines!

You're half crazy, always lookin' for a fight!

This family... deserves the ground.

I got this.

Hey, porcupine?

[ Chuckles ] Hey. Where are you running?

I shouldn't have hit her.

Hey.

Hittin's the least of it.

[ Engine turns over ]

Not enough of us left to start tellin' the truth.

Simone: Go to hell.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Spits ]

Last stand or make a run for it?

[ Car doors close ]

Benjamin.

Floyd.

It's funeral day.

I know.

Uh, we waited till the dirt settled, but... now I need you to come with us.

It's me you should be takin'.

No, you're good.

Floyd?

[ Sighs ]

[ Car door opens ]

How's my boy?

State pen-- awaitin' trial.

You should visit.

Where's your brother?

Found Jesus.

Mm. Joined a monastery.

Mm. I just bet.

Phone.

Take a message.

You're gonna want to take this one, bro.

Prick says he knows where Dodd is.

Take a message.

Gibson: Tell me one more time, why is Floyd Gerhardt sittin' in my interview room?

Schmidt: Sir, uh, Trooper Solverson and myself, we're tired of playin' clean-up-- officially.

Thought we'd apply some pressure to both sides.

Let 'em know all this killin' isn't, uh, goin' unnoticed.

What about this butcher?

We got an APB out on both Blumquists, Ed and Peggy.

So far, nothin'.

Could be on the run, could be dead.

Should've checked on that girl.

Elliot Ness himself deputized my daddy ATF during prohibition.

Used to tell stories of Tommy-Gun bloodbaths and heads rollin' in the road.

Never thought I'd see it in my lifetime, but here we are.

This thing's just plumb out of control.

What do you think?

Mm.

I think I want to live in a world where people leave the front door unlocked. - Yeah.

Probably we're just wastin' our breath.

Okay.

You two go see the out-of-towners.

Leave the old broad to us.

[ Sniffs, clears throat ] I'm gonna smoke.

Ma'am, I'm, uh, Sheriff Larsson, Rock County.

Had some differences with your oldest boy yesterday.

How'd that go for you?

[ Chuckles ]

Uh, let's call it a draw on account of your Indian sucker-punched me 'fore I could make a showin'.

Yeah. He does that.

Gibson: Sorry to hear about Otto.

They shot him in his own home.

These Kansas City hosenscheisser.

Children sleepin' upstairs-- savages.

My wife passed last summer.

We were up in Brainerd, visitin' my sister.

Last thing she said to me--

"Do you smell toast?"

Different roads, same destination.

I suppose.

But the question is-- for you, I mean-- how far does it go?

Husband dead, plus your youngest, grandson in jail, and now Dodd's missin', we hear.

Old-timers had it worse.

Used to be 10 born, 2 survived-- consumption, scalpings, smallpox, wolves.

Well, it's a question of what you can live with, I suppose-- how many ghosts.

I-I shot a man through the teeth in Vichy, France.

I still see his face every night before bed.

Our backs to the wall.

You see that, yeah?

Yeah, except I'm the guy in the next state who got shanghaied, and your sons are the ones that took the drive.

The butcher of Luverne killed my boy-- on orders from Kansas City.

Oh, I've known Ed Blumquist since short pants.

If he's workin' for the Kansas City mob, I'll-- I'll cut off my toe.

What's it they call those Russians?

Sleeper agents.

I'm sayin', you think you know someone, but what do you know, really?

[ Sighs ]

I had a kid in here the other day.

Stabbed his parents to death in their sleep.

When I asked him why, he couldn't say.

It just come over him all of a sudden.

The stories used to be simpler. That's for sure.

This, then that--

And now I don't know where it starts or how it ends.

I truly don't.

Without bein' simplistic, this thing's over when you say it's over.

No. They won't stop-- my boys.

They've lost too much. They're too proud.

Well, okay, then.

How about you help us out?

You know these Kansas City fellas.

Point us in the right direction there-- you know, weaknesses, indiscretions.

Give us somethin' actionable, and maybe we make this whole, uh... northern expansion unpalatable.

[ Chuckles softly ]

Snitch.

Well, uh... you said yourself-- hard to be simple in times of complication.

[ White Denim's "To See What Condition My Condition Was In" plays ]

♪ with the sun down, shining in ♪
♪ I found my mind in a brown paper bag within ♪
♪ I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high ♪
♪ I tore my mind on a jagged sky ♪
♪ I just dropped in ♪

Son of a bitch.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Oh, you son of a bitch.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sniffs, sighs ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Sniffs, sighs ]

Mike: Yes, sir. Maybe...

"Under control" was the wrong phrase given what's happened.

Hamish: - You said-- when they killed Bulo, you said this Gerhardt outfit was a stuffed shirt.

Now I'm standing here with blood on my socks!

I can handle it.

The hell, you say.

Braverman stood for you, said, "He's not like the other darkies.

This one's smart, capable."

Sir--

But that is not what I'm seeing.

And I appreciate the opportunity... sir, believin', as I do, like the good Dr. King said, "A man should be judged on the content of his character, not the color of his skin."

Yeah, he's dead.

You're gonna need a different quote.

I can break this family.

Two weeks.

You got two days.

Then I'm sending the undertaker.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You son of a bitch.

You-- Aah!-- Son of a bitch!

"Freedom, that terrible word inscribed upon the chariot of the storm."

What?

You want me to repeat it?

Is that a quote?

Maybe.

What do you want, little girl?

You were supposed to kill my dad, not the old cripple!

What's the difference?

What?!

To quote Louis XVI...

"Est-ce une révolte?"

"Non, sire.

C'est une révolution."

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld.

Are we gonna talk, or are you just gonna quote the Thesaurus at me?!

I mean, if the goal is to kill those who oppress you, what does it matter who goes first?

Because! I said!

Now, ironically, in astronomy, the word "revolution" means "a celestial object that comes full circle."

Did you know that?

Which, if you think about it, is pretty funny, considering here on earth it means change.

You're nuts.

I'm talkin' about a promise!

You could've killed me shootin' up the house, or grandma!

[ Grunts ]

Unless...

Would you say you're her favorite?

Who?!

The mater-familias.

In my experience, the first-born granddaughter, well, she's always the shine on the apple.

Oh, God.

[ Grunts ]

[ Cries ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Knock on door ]

Help!

[ Pound on door ]

Unh!

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Sighs ]

Wow.

Lou: You okay there, miss?

I am now.

Walk her out, huh?

What about you?

I'm not sayin' "Don't come back."

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

I'm a big girl.

You don't have to nursemaid me.

Floyd know you're here?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've seen you around up at the compound.

Seen me?

Or watched me?

I'm aware, I'm sayin', that the last place you should be is in a hotel room with those fellas, especially given what's happenin'...

You won't tell, though.

Will you?

I don't... have to.

Ohh!

Ow, Jesus!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh!

If I'm going to the noose, I'm going, but I'm done lyin' down for men.

Schmidt: [ Groans ]

Ohh!

[ Groans ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Engine revs, shuts off ]

Hey.

I, uh...

I just...

I was out of weed.

So I bought a dime bag from, uh, Packy.

You know, with the, uh...

Not safe around here for us.

Simone: Yeah? Wow.

No one tells me nothin'.

But I'll...

Look, I can score weed other places.

Thanks for the, uh...

Come on, I'll give you a ride.

I got my car.

Ricky will drive it back.

You two have fun, huh?

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Engine turns over ]

Seat belt on.

So... is this a conversation about how it's time for me to pack up and go home?

No. Don't have to go home.

It's a big country.

Just maybe don't be here.

Are you familiar with the phrase "manifest destiny"?

Yeah, but see, here's the thing.

I own two pairs of shoes-- a summer pair and one for winter.

We're not meant to have more than we can handle, is what I mean.

So, this need for conquest, you know, tryin' to own things that aren't meant to be owned--

Like people?

That's an example.

But also places-- believin' we can tame things.

That's a problem, right? Not a solution.

You're saying capitalism is a problem?

No.

Greed.

Makin' this thing all or nothin'.

[ Door opens ]

Schmidt: [ Sighs, groans ]

What happened to you?

Hmm?

What happened?

What happened?

Let's just get this over with, huh?

So, you got a response to my "all or nothin'" line?

Sometimes-- There's a man.

What-- what man?

Just a man.

He works in a factory.

One day, the boss gets it in his mind that this man is stealing from him.

So, every night at the gate, the guards search his wheelbarrow.

But they never find anything.

Pat him down.

Oh, they do that.

Strip him naked-- nothin'.

So... he's not stealin'.

Of course he is.

Wheelbarrows.

Thank you.

That's right.

He's stealing wheelbarrows.

What?

My point is sometimes the answer is so obvious you can't see it because you're looking too hard.

See, we can't leave because we're the future, and they're the past.

The past can no more become the future than the future can become the past.

Okay. We said our piece.

Just don't be offended next time if I don't say hello before I shoot.

[ Shotgun cocks ]

Geez!

Hmm?

Betsy: [ Breathing heavily ]

Karl Weathers, that is a good way to get yourself shot!

Your lesser half gave us a key, asked us to look out for you and the little one while he's gone.

Do I strike you as someone who needs lookin' after?

You do not.

But he asked, so here we are.

I'll sleep on the sofa.

Sonny's already called dibs on the floor.

Wait, did what? - I'd give you the sofa, see, except for my back.

What's the matter with your back?

It hurts when I sleep on the floor.

Eggs are done.

Pancakes are warmin' in the oven.

You can fight me on "Are we gonna stay the night?"

Or you and the kid can grab a plate and see why they call me "The Breakfast King of Loyola."

[ Pan scraping ]

Any word from grandma?

I saw they took her-- the police.

She's tough, though.

It's not like they'd...

And like I said, I was just-- you know, uh...

Dodd told everybody on our side not to sell to me.

Weed, you know?

And so...

I mean, sometimes a girl just wants to bust a nut, you know?

How come you don't ask about Charlie?

What?

You ask about Floyd and your dad, but not about Charlie.

Well, I mean, yeah, sure.

How's he...

State pen waitin' for trial.

Well, we should, I mean, visit.

Except, maybe Dodd--

Dad.

What?

His name's not Dodd to you.

It's dad.

Bullshit!

After everything he did...

That you seen him do to me, which you don't even want to think about what he does when you're not around.

Not defendin' him, just tellin' you what he is to you.

What's he to you?

Where are we goin'?


[ Engine shuts off ]

Come.

No.

That's not...

Come.

You're scarin' me.

[ Seat belt clicks ]

[ Grunting ]

Stop.

[ Breathes heavily ]

He took my boy.

What?

He used his snake tongue and took him, walked him right out the door.

That's what your dad is to me.

Look, I didn't...

It wasn't against you, what I did.

I didn't mean for--

It doesn't matter what you mean.

It's what you do.

Sleepin' with the enemy.

In France...

[ Exhales sharply ]

...after the Second War... they shaved a lady's head for beddin' the Germans, and they ran her out of town...

[ Squeals ]

...or worse.

I can help.

They trust me.

I could-- I don't know.

I could give them information, fake information, and you could--

Not our way.

Yeah, but...

I mean, they're--

How many dead now? Huh?

They're kickin' our ass!

That's on you.

Your uncle...

Your own grandfather.

That's you.

No.

You... don't do that-- put this on me.

Grandma wanted to negotiate, but Dodd-- dad-- wouldn't let her.

He did this.

He made it war.

He's a snake, like you said-- a rat.

He took Charlie, not me.

[ Crying ] I was just...

I'm the victim here!

What was I supposed to do?

[ Gasps ]

Kneel down now.

Please...

Please...

It's not...

We're family.

None of us are family anymore.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Crying ]

Please! [ Sobs ]

[ Sobbing ] Please!

Pl-please, just... banish me.

Like you said, shave my head.

[ Sniffles ] Run me out of-- I'll go!

I'll go away and never...

You don't have to.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Hush now.

[ Sobbing quietly ]

It's already done.

♪ oh, Danny boy ♪
♪ the pipes, the pipes are calling ♪
♪ from glen to glen ♪
♪ and down the mountainside ♪
♪ the summer's gone ♪
♪ and all the roses falling ♪
♪ it's you, it's you ♪
♪ must go, and I must bide ♪
♪ but come ye back ♪
♪ when summer's in the meadow ♪
♪ or when the valley's hushed ♪
♪ and white with snow ♪
♪ and I'll be here ♪
♪ in sunshine or in shadow ♪
♪ oh, Danny boy ♪
♪ oh, Danny boy, I love you so ♪

Guy called for you again.

What guy?

Says he knows Dodd, where he is.

What did you say?!

I told him you were out!

Aah!

To the men here--

They know?

No.

sh1t, man, I don't-- I don't say nothin' unless you tell me.

[ Gasps ]

There's no Dodd. You hear?

Not anymore.

He calls back, this guy, you tell him to sell that sh1t someplace else.

Hell, we got all the crazy we can handle.

Aah!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Kind of cold, don't you think?

[ Breathing heavily ]

What?

Nothin'.

Family business.

Not my place.

[ Karl speaking indistinctly ]

People think it's morbid, but I think it's beautiful.

"...and tried to wipe away the tears that still rolled..."

[ Telephone ringing ]

No, I got it.

[ Ringing continues ]

Solversons.

Lou: - Yeah, it's me.

"...if you don't want us to..."

Oh, still breathin'?

Thank God.

The boys there?

Uh, you mean, "The King of Breakfast"?

Huh?

[ Chuckles ]

I don't need lookin' after, you know.

How long we been together?

Well, it's all hands on deck, hon.

You don't know how bad it is out there.

So, tell me.

Well, I am tellin' you.

Is Karl drinkin'?

[ Inhales deeply ] Not unless beer counts.

How's Molly?

Short.

[ Chuckling ] And... and, uh, and Noreen-- she's still there?

Yeah, she's good.

Molly likes her, and... and she's... helpin'.

And you, uh-- you feel okay?

Better than some, worse than others.

Well, can you rest?

How am I supposed to rest?

You keep tellin' me how bad things are.

Ask Karl about John McCain's thumb screws.

What?

Oh, he said to tell you that if John McCain could survive five years in Viet Cong thumb screws, you could beat cancer.

[ Chuckles ]

Well... yeah, I don't know about that.

My daughter?

Betsy: But... I'm tryin'.

[ Sighs ]

Your dad says hi.

Say "Hi" back.

Yeah, tell her don't forget to feed my cats.

He said to tell you, hon--

No, yeah.

Yeah, I-I heard.

Come home soon, okay?

I will.

[ Receiver clicks ]

Everything okay?

Oh, yeah.

Well, looks like Floyd's gonna flip.

Yeah?

It took some doin', but we convinced her the only way this thing was gonna end up in the win column was if she puts us in the game.

Hmm.

Okay, um, first, I want-- I want it on the record that this is a road of last resort.

My husband...

Second, I need assurances that none of my children or my grandchildren are in line for any repercussions.

This is my choice, my war.

They're just doin' what they're told.

Capital crimes excluded.

What's that supposed to mean?

Murder in the first and the like.

What's the point of the damn deal if it doesn't cover murder?!

From this point forth, he's sayin'.

New crimes.

Now, it's time you tell us what you know.

[ Sighs ]

Don't you look at me with those eyes.

None of you are mothers.

Kansas City runs most of their dope through an outfit called Legit Trucking out of Cincinnati.

My information is they hide it in the tires.

[ Clears throat ]

Here in town, they store their gak in two different places.

There's a nail salon on Robertson and an auto repair shop on 1st.

Um, check the air pump inside.

Also, I hear they got weapons... stashed on the roof.

[ Telephone ringing ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

[ Receiver picks up ]

[ Breathes deeply ] Hello?

Hamish: The undertaker's coming.

You're done.

[ Receiver clicks, dial tone ]

Bear: - Okay?

Floyd: - Yeah.

Get word to Hanzee. Tell him to come in.

And find Dodd.

How?

Don't care how. The war's almost won.

We got to finish them while they're reelin'.

What do you think?

I think we just chose a side.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine turns over ]

Indian shot two troopers in South Dakota.

What-- what Indian?

Ours.

The description matches the Gerhardts' man, been missin'.

Uh, where?

Sioux Falls.

Witness said the, uh, the Indian shot up a bar and that he was lookin' for a young couple-- the man of which bein' a redhead.

Peggy and Ed.

It's South Dakota's problem, it sounds like.

Well, that's one way to think about it.

So the Indian probably-- he got away, yeah?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

One trooper dead, one clingin' to life.

Still, pursuit means they could be close, right?

Peggy and Ed holed up somewhere.

Or on the road.

If we're lucky, yeah.

The troopers got roadblocks set up.

Then there's Dodd.

Usually, where the Indian goes, Dodd's there.

Witness just saw the Indian.

Except, remember, we just promised to give the Gerhardts a free pass.

You'd better run it by the Captain.

That's all I'm sayin'.

You're a sh1t cop. You know that, right?

[ Chuckles ]

Gettin' promoted next month, so...

Ah.

...hmm, how bad could it be?

Stay, then.

Maybe we'll go see if we can save the day.

Stop it.

I'm fine.

I feel fine.

Good.

[ Inhales deeply ]

He worries too much.

Like this-- sendin' you over.

Ugh. Men!

[ Laughs ]

Shut up.

He was supposed to marry my sister, you know.

Lenore, the older.

After high school.

She used to say, "I'm gonna marry that boy someday."

But then there was Vietnam, and he joined up, and she never was very good at waitin'.

So he got me... the dud.

Listen, if I was buildin' an ark, and they said you can only take two people, man and wife, I'd take him and you over him and her any day.

You'll look after them?

Right?

My dad will help, but he'll need lookin' after, too, before too long.

You got the new pills--

Xanadu.

No.

They gave me the sugar ones.

I'm pretty sure.

Tell him, if he needs to get married again, it's okay.

Just not Rhonda Knutson.

Her eyes are too small.

They're too close together or somethin'.

It's weird.

Listen, if John McCain could--

Karl Weathers... don't you be silly now.

John McCain was a fighter pilot.

I live in a starter house in Minnesota and dream of havin' chickens one day.

Just make sure he feeds her more than jerky.

And stop drinkin', Mr. King of Breakfast.

It'll kill ya.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Snowball?

[ Clicks tongue ]

Snowball?

[ Keys jingle ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Clicks tongue ]

[ Sighs ] Snowball?

[ Clicks tongue ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Floorboards creaking ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Tell Simone to come see me.

I want to apologize for yesterday.

She... left in a hurry when you were took.

Don't think she's back yet.

Hey.

Sorry, missus, uh, but, uh...

What? What is it?

It's for your son, ma'am.

I'm supposed to talk to him directly.

It's okay. We'll go into the barn.

No.

No secrets here.

Well, what is it, kid? Spit it out.

Your Indian... he's on the phone--

Hanzee?

He says he found Dodd.

I'm sorry.

[ Sighs ]

[ Shakey Graves' "O Death" plays ]

♪ o death ♪
♪ o, o death ♪
♪ won't you spare me over till another year? ♪

[ Knock on door ]

Gale: Undertaker's on his way up.

♪ well, what is this that I can't see? ♪
♪ with ice cold hands takin' hold of me ♪
♪ well, I am death, none can excel ♪
♪ I'll open the door to heaven or hell ♪
♪ "O death," someone would pray ♪
♪ could you wait to call me another day? ♪
♪ the children prayed, the preacher preached ♪
♪ and time and mercy is out of your reach ♪
♪ I'll fix your feet till you can't walk ♪
♪ I'll lock your jaw till you can't talk ♪
♪ I'll close your eyes so you can't see ♪
♪ this very hour, come and go with me ♪
♪ I am death, I come to take the soul ♪
♪ and leave the body, and I'll leave it cold ♪

Where is this eggplant that can't stop shittin' the bed?

Gentlemen.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Both breathing heavily ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ] Bag 'em and drop 'em in the woods.

[ Sighs ]

We tell the boss the Gerhardts got 'em.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello?

Ed: Mike Milligan?

Yes.

Today's your lucky day.

I've got Dodd Gerhardt in the trunk of my car.

You want him?


♪ I woke this morning with the sun down, shining in ♪
♪ I found my mind ♪

[ Engine turns over ]

♪ in a brown paper bag within ♪
♪ I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high ♪
♪ I tore my mind on a jagged sky ♪
♪ I just dropped in ♪
♪ to see what condition my condition was in ♪
♪ I pushed my soul in a deep, dark hole ♪
♪ and I followed it in ♪
♪ I watched myself crawlin' out as I was crawlin' in ♪
♪ got up so tight, I couldn't unwind ♪
♪ I saw so much, I broke my mind ♪
♪ I just dropped in ♪
♪ to see what condition my condition was in ♪