02x07 - Family Reunion

[bunniefuu]

MALE VOICE: Global Dynamics,
cryogenics, access granted.

Guys, how much longer?

There are people
trying to sleep.

(LAUGHING)

Only two more to go.

These probably date back
to the '50s.

Don't make 'em
like this anymore.

Which is why
we're replacing them.

It's an out-of-date design,
just like your haircut.

(CHUCKLING SARCASTICALLY)

(BEEPING)

What is that?

I don't know.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

I thought this one
was empty.

It's supposed to be.

No way.

Did you get it?
Yeah, hand it over. Come on.

Come on, come on,
come on.

Double-sh*t Vinspresso.

Do not tell him.

Not if he tortured me.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Nice try.

Dad, come on.

No, a dozen. Uh-huh.

Long... Long-stemmed.
Okay, thanks.

Who are the flowers for?

(SNIFFING)
None of your business.

This is Vincent's coffee.
Vincent knows not
to supply you.

Oh, you have a middleman.

You'll never break me.

"Sassy pumps for fall."

I'm so ashamed.

Dealing to minors.

Coffee's not a drug, Dad.

Well, then, you can quit it
whenever you want,

so no driving lessons
until you do.

But...
No! No "buts."

I love you too
much to watch you
do this to yourself.

Mmm.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Lupo. Sure.

It's Allison.

(CARTER SIGHING)

Jack Carter.

Oh, hey. It's me.

Yeah.

Okay, well, we have a bit of
an unusual situation up here.

Wow, at Global Dynamics,
imagine...

Well, this one's
unprecedented, even for us.

What do you want me to do,
evacuate the town?

Okay, I get it.
You're still mad at me.

How long are you going
to punish me for this?

Wow.

I'm just trying to do my job.
I'll be there shortly.

(SIGHING)

What was that about?

Nothing. Got to go.
We'll talk consequences later.

BOTH: Can't wait.

He broke me like a stick.

Which will make revenge
that much sweeter.

He left his cell phone.

JO: Well, what are you
gonna do?

Oh, I don't know.
Getting as much coffee

and driving lessons,
as I want.

Hi, yes. I'm calling for
my boss, Jack Carter.

I believe he just
ordered flowers.

Right. Well, I just need
to verify the spelling
of the name?

Okay. Yeah, that's right.
Thank you.

Who the hell's
Angela Fairfield?

ALLISON: Okay, Carter,
can we talk about this?

I don't...

I don't know what to say.

I mean,
you withheld information

that Stark's device could be
causing the shared dreaming.

I apologized for that.

Allison, I'm just gonna
be mad for a while.

Okay?

Okay.

So, what's the emergency?

We're updating the equipment
in cryogenics.

(CHUCKLING) Thank God.
A number of people have
elected to go into cryostasis

over the years,
going back to the 1950s.

Cryostasis?

Cold-stored,
to be revived at a later date,

ideally after we've found
the cure for whatever disease
they were dying from.

Creepy, yes,
but I don't think that
falls under my jurisdiction.

Well, we've
discovered a person

in an unmarked chamber,
a very old chamber.

Okay, so G.D. Put some food
in the freezer

without labeling it,
and now it's mystery meat.

Still seems like
an internal problem.

There's a little more to it
than that, Carter.
Like?

Like the fact that
this one has a heartbeat.

(CARTER SIGHING)

What's he
doing here?

Nathan's early research
was in cryogenics.

(SIGHING) Of course it was.
How's it going?

We are monitoring
the frost rate.

Opening the chambers too
quickly could destabilize
his tissues.

I can't believe this is
happening in my lifetime,
right here, right now.

Fargo, don't hurt yourself.
No, no, you don't understand.

This is history in the making.
The first person ever

to come out of
cryostasis alive.

His pulse is dropping.

All right, we've got to
get him out of there.

I need all medical personnel
standing by.

Ready to make history, Henry?

Hit it.

Why is he standing
backwards?

Why is he fully clothed?

His pulse is slow, but stable.
His vital signs look strong.

Okay, get him out of there.

Gently.

All righty,
lift him up.

We need to get him
up to the infirmary.

Hold on.

Pierre Fargo.

Grandpa?

All my life, I thought
he ran out on my grandma,

and he's been
right here all along.

Of all people to bring
out of cryostasis,

I resurrect another Fargo.

Yeah, karma's a bitch.

Hey, is anyone curious
as to how he got in there?

He's a Fargo.
Are you really surprised?

I am standing right here.
He just twitched.

I think he might have
heard you.

Belle.

No, I'm Allison Blake.

Do you know your name?

Everyone knows my name.
I'm Pierre Fargo,
the Pierre Fargo.

Do you know the date, Pierre?

I prefer Dr. Fargo,
thank you.

And, yes,
it's August 30, 1957.

Did I hit my head
or something?

You're at Global Dynamics.
You've been asleep
for a while.

Does anyone know the time,
because my girl Belle and I

have dinner plans
and I can't be late.

I don't know how to say this.
You're already late.

Like, 50 years late.

Excuse me?

Pierre, you just woke up
from cryostasis.

Sure I did.

I know this may be difficult
to process...

But you've been in cryostasis
since 1957.

The year is 2007.

There's no way
you're convincing me

that I just woke up
50 years in the future.

Put your glasses on.

(SIGHING) Okay.

That's better.

Do I know you?

I'm Douglas Fargo.
I'm your grandson.

Imagine waking up and
everything you know is gone.

Nathan's gonna keep him
under observation

until we're sure
that he's stabilized.

From cryogenics
to babysitting?

Sheriff Carter?
Yeah.

Hey, Fargo,
how you doing?

Better than my granddad.

Listen, I know Fargos
have a reputation

for being in the wrong place
at the wrong time,

but if he says
he doesn't know
how he got into that chamber,

I believe him. Maybe somebody
put him in there.

The same way somebody
"put" you into the
force-field bubble?

FARGO: Okay, fair point.
CARTER: Uh-huh.

But we're not
talking about me.

Fargos may be cursed,
but we're honest.

Will you please just
look into it?

I'll personally put
someone on that right away.

(TAPPING)

I'm sorry, is my working
disturbing your reading?

No.

So, does Allison know?

About?

The woman
you're sending flowers to.

It's none of
Allison's business,
nor do I think she would care.

Hmm.

Did something happen
with you two?

Can we talk about
something else?

Yeah, like what?

Like, what pumps are gonna
be in fashion this fall?

I'm just asking 'cause
I want to know what
belts to buy.

Funny.

Wow. Pierre was working
with Andre Sandrov.

CARTER: Who is...

Who is Eureka's
Albert Einstein.

I would have thought
Albert Einstein

would have been Eureka's
Albert Einstein.

Yeah, but, point is Sandrov's
revered here, by everyone.

And he gave a statement
that Pierre went AWOL in 1957,

after giving written notice
at work.

Which Pierre didn't mention.

(BEEPING)

Cold w*r is over.
The Soviet Union is gone.

The Red Sox won
the World Series.

I don't really understand
why that one's important,

but everybody
keeps on telling me it is.

I guess I just
don't really get baseball.

Grandpa, are you listening?

Hey, look,

I'm having a hard enough time
processing all of this, okay?

And I... You seem
like a really nice guy,

and I admit that there's
a slight resemblance,

but, you know,
this is insane.

I'm Pierre Fargo.
I'm nobody's grandpa. Okay?

I'm not even a father.

I'm pretty sure you were.

Look, we're practically
the same age.

Well, yeah, pretty much.

Okay, great, so in light
of that, let's just
drop "Grandpa."

Let's stick with
"Dr. Fargo," okay?
Nice meeting you.

Hey. Wait!

Wait! Wait!

(PANTING) Belle St. John
is my grandmother.

So Belle is still alive?
Very much so.

Well, that's wonderful news.

I have to see her. How do you
get out of this place?

Not by going that way.
Anyway, you can't see her.

She's in Alaska, which,
by the way, is a state now.

It's very big with tourists.
Hmm. What's she doing there?

No, not that way.

She's dogsledding.
She'll be back on the weekend.

My Belle always had
a wild side.

She also had a son.
My dad, Thomas.

He d*ed in a lab accident
when I was a little kid.

Pushed the wrong button.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So I suppose she must have
gotten married then,
if she had a son.

No, she always said she was
holding out for her dream man.

Really?

(CHUCKLING)

I brought a picture of her.

Might look a little bit
different than she did
when she was 20.

Oh, she's still beautiful.

I've missed so much,
but I'm not missing any more.

JO: 1957, brand-new
Ford Thunderbird
costs 3,000 bucks?

Speaking of cars,
I'd like to start
driving mine.

Not till you dry out.

I haven't had caffeine
all day.

I said a week.

A week.

Okay, you want
to play hardball?

Who's Angela Fairfield?

You hit redial
on my cell phone, didn't you?

Cop's daughter,
you pick things up.

Well, normally
I'd be proud,

but, Zoe, don't go
digging into this.

Well, if you would
just tell me who she is,
I wouldn't have to.

Someone from my past.

Okay, then why are you...
Zoe.

Why are you sending her
flowers today?

We're not discussing this.

I think I just found out
why Pierre would want
to put himself on ice.

Birth certificate for
a Thomas Steven Fargo,
son of Belle St. John.

Hmm. Born eight months after
Pierre Fargo disappeared.

Maybe he found out
about the pregnancy,

panicked, and took
a cryo-trip to the future.

I don't know, that seems
a little extreme.

Oh, it says here,
"Fatherhood can scare men

"into disassociation,
which can lower
their sex drive."

You, burn this.

Where are you going?

Talk to Pierre. See if he
had some fatherhood issues.

I know I do.

PIERRE: This place is a maze.

Just last week the frame
for this building was
going up,

and now look at it.

(CHUCKLING) Say, did we ever
get to the moon?

Yeah, in '62.

Way to go, guys!

Top secret, of course.
We didn't go public until '69.

What's that?
It's a computer.

Oh, so is this.

It's so small.

Microchips.

That PDA,
a personal digital assistant,

can store the entire
Library of Congress

and track
a satellite in orbit.

(LAUGHING) Terrific.

PIERRE: Dear Lord.

FARGO: Ah, the robotics lab.

If you think
that's impressive,
you should see the big one.

Holy smokes!

Tissue rejuvenation
research.

Yeah, it's not really
my cup of tea,

but there's some
computer stuff over...

Hey, hold on a second.

That's my cellular
reconstruction technique.
They're using my methodology.

No, that process is based on
the research of Andre Sandrov.

Sandrov?

No, he...

He was a lab tech.

(CHUCKLING) Sandrov
was the forefather

of modern bioengineering
and cryogenics.

He's a Global Dynamics
treasure. See?

No, this can't be.
I'm the treasure.

No, no, trust me.
Nobody treasures Fargos.

They treasure people who win
Nobel Prizes, like Sandrov.

Sandrov won the Nobel?
What for?

The dedifferentiation
of mesenchymal cells.

No! That was my idea!

That idea got him
a statue in the park

and a multimillion-dollar
foundation named after him.

I can't believe this.

Sandrov stole my research.

He stole my life.

Sandrov wasn't a genius.
He was a thief.

A thief?
Yeah.

A thief who's given millions
of dollars back to this town?

Yes, millions of my dollars,
based on my ideas.

Now, he shoved me
into that chamber,

a cryochamber
which I designed, by the way.

How do you like that
for irony?

Just so he could steal my work
and pass it off as his own.

We found Sandrov's
police statement.

In that statement, he said
that you left a letter
of resignation

before you disappeared.

Now, why would I resign?

I was on the verge
of greatness,

which he has now
taken from me.

He is a liar.
Work was great.

Belle was...
Pregnant.

Belle was pregnant.

Now, careful, slim.

I respect that
you're an officer of the law,

but you're insulting
the good name of my girl,

and I will not stand for it.
Okay.

Come on.
Okay, nobody's
insulting anybody.

Belle St. John gave birth
to Thomas Steven Fargo
eight months after you left.

Fatherhood is a big
responsibility,

and you wouldn't be
the first guy to run from it.

Run from it?

I was going to propose
to Belle. I...

Here, look.

I was on my way to pick up
the ring before our dinner.

Believe me, fatherhood
is the last thing that
I would run from.

I'm not sure
how I'm supposed to feel.

(CHUCKLING
AWKWARDLY)

I just lost a son
that I never knew I had.

You still have me.

Not sure how I'm supposed
to feel about that, either.

Andre Sandrov
took away my family

and ruined my good name,
and now he has to pay.

And I will set
the record straight.

You honestly believe
that Andre Sandrov
stole Pierre Fargo's research?

Well, I don't know,
which is why I'm
gonna ask him.

All the ridiculous claims,
and by a Fargo.

Oh, so you're saying
it's not even possible?

Well, no...
Well, yes.

Scientists are always
bickering over credit
for breakthroughs.

Or denying responsibility
for them.

Are you still on that?
Yes!

Oh, can we please
stay focused on this?

Look, Sandrov was a visionary.
His work is well documented.

Read any of his
voluminous biographies,
or get a book on tape.

You know what? Just do
the tox screen on
Pierre's blood.

I'm gonna go talk
to your visionary.

Carter, please, I need you
to keep in mind

that the Sandrov Foundation
is funding our stem-cell
research.

So, you want me to go easy
on him because he gives
you money?

No, but he is a very
well-respected man

with a lot of friends
at the D.O.D.

So for your own sake,
tread lightly.

I believe that when someone
is responsible for something,

that they should be held
accountable.

Okay?

If you could wait
on the lower chairs,

Dr. Sandrov will join you
momentarily.

Thank you.

Nice place.

This is what
a Nobel Prize buys you? Huh.

So, where did you
and Angela Fairfield meet?

Let it go.

Can I help you?

Oh, hey, Dr. Sandrov.
I'm Sheriff Jack Carter.
This is my deputy, Jo Lupo.

Is there something wrong?

Oh, depends on
how you look at it.

I'm not sure if you've heard.
Global Dynamics revived
someone from cryostasis today.

Really?

He's apparently been in there
for about 50 years.

Well, that is tremendous.

Ha!

I knew that design
would prove itself out.

I just didn't know if it would
be within my lifetime.

The man they woke up
is Pierre Fargo.

He claims that
you stole his research,
including the cryochamber.

Do you remember him?

Yes, of course.
He used to work for me,

but how in the world
did he end up in cryostasis?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

Pierre seemed to make it sound
like you worked for him.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Pierre's reach
often exceeded his grasp.

He tried to pass off my work
as his own.

I offered to let him resign
rather than fire him.

Then he disappeared.
A shame, really.
He's quite talented.

Some people just seem
destined for failure.

Sir, is there any truth
to Pierre Fargo's claims?

I'd like to think the body
of my work speaks for itself.

But I look forward
to hearing how he recovers.

Do wish him well for me.

Thank you.

Now, I'm hosting a cocktail
fundraiser this evening

that I need to prepare for,
so...

Unless there was
anything else?

No, not at the moment.
Thank you very much
for your time.

Not at all.

Charming guy.

If this breakthrough
was based on Sandrov's work,

he should have been dying
to see the result.

Oh, and he was, until
he found out it was Pierre.

Yeah.

So, what now?

Well, I think Sandrov's
a smart guy.

We take his suggestion,
go check out his body of work.

This town is amazing.
The transformation
is just incredible.

All along here
were Quonset huts,

and a dirt road,
if you can believe it.

I mean, there were
only 100 of us.

It was more a m*llitary base
than a town.

Yeah, they didn't really bring
in the city planners and
architects until the '60s.

(BEEPING)

No, no, it's okay.
It's just a car alarm.
It's anti-theft.

Oh.

Well, we used to leave
our keys in the ignition.
I guess times have changed.

Hmm. Well, it's really nice
having you back, Grandpa.

I tell you what,
you can call me Pierre.

Oh, sorry. I'm just excited.
I've never really had
a grandfather,

or a father, or friends.

Well, I guess if you don't use
it in public, it's okay.

Deal. So, where
are we going?

To see an old friend.

We have the results
of Pierre's tox screen.

So, is our boy a deadbeat dad,
or did somebody
throw him in the freezer?

Well, there are traces
of chloroform in his system.

Traces?

Fine, there's enough there
to sink him like a rock.

So Pierre was telling
the truth. Somebody was
out to get him.

Well, if you're looking
for more praise from me...

What I'm looking at
is the praise for
Andre Sandrov,

and wondering
if it's deserved.

Deserved? Sandrov was
one of the greatest
thinkers of his time,

any time.

Yeah, but he was
just a mid-level researcher,

until his big breakthrough
in cell regeneration.

So?
So, that didn't happen
until a month

after Pierre disappeared.

Charlie, you old dog.

Pierre?

In the flesh.

You haven't aged a day.
Where've you been?

Well, you remember
my little cryostasis project?

Uh-huh.
Let's just say it worked,
and here I am.

I have something
for you.

How about that?
That's from 1957.

Looks just like new,
doesn't it?

So, do you still have
that diamond you were
growing for Belle's ring?

Oh, I'm sorry, Pierre.
I sold it a couple of
years after you left,

or we thought you'd left.

Oh. Well,
it was a long sh*t.

I was hoping I could
still give it to her.

I don't know.
You might want
to think about that.

I mean, lots happened
since you disappeared.

And people really believed
that I would just leave her
like that?

Even you?

I came by with the diamond,
and you'd gone.

So Belle has lived
this entire time believing
that I ran off on her.

She did fine, Pierre.
I mean, she's a strong one.

But seeing her now
might not go the way
you planned.

Okay.

I'll keep that in mind.
Thanks, Charlie.

Take care.

Let's go.

Go where?

To clear my name.
We have to find that letter.

We?
Of course.

Well, it's your name, too.

Let's go.

ZOE: SARAH, I need to look up
a name.

SARAH: Of course. Who?

Dad's new girlfriend,
Angela Fairfield.

I don't feel comfortable
prying into the Sheriff's
personal life.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm not
prying. I just want to know

who she is, and where
she lives, and what
she looks like.

Sorry. Out of the question.

Okay. Fair.

But, you know,
it would be a shame

for everyone to find out
about your addiction
to Jerry Springer.

Hmm.

I have no idea who that is.

(CROWD SCREAMING)

Yeah, you're not
fooling anyone.
Fine.

There's no Angela Fairfield
living in Eureka.

Okay, can you try
widening the search?

None in Oregon.

Okay, try other places
my dad has lived.

For the last 25 years,
there have been four
in Laguna Beach.

Show me their pictures.
I know his type.

Okay, the one
with the big hair, who is she?

There's a juvenile
police record associated
with her name,

but it's closed.

A record? A record for who?

Your father.

Wow. It could take forever
to find my letter
in all these files.

FARGO: Restricted files.
We shouldn't even be in here.

We better hurry.
I've changed my mind.

I don't think I can do this.

Well, you have to.

And so what if we get caught?
What's the worst
that could happen?

I'd lose my job,
and you'd go to jail?

I've seen the way people
treat you around here,

and getting fired
could be a blessing.

True.

Come on.

Let's get at it.

Uh...

It is amazing!
Oh, I found it.

Super. Now, let's get that
letter and get out of here.

Ah-ha.

Okay, yes.

There we go.

Hey, here it is,
August 30, 1957.

"For personal reasons beyond
my control,

"I hereby tender
my resignation,
effective immediately.

"Sincerely, Pierre Fargo."

Is that your signature?

Well, yes,
but I never wrote this.

What the hell
are you two doing?

You set alarms off
all over the building.

Don't punish him.
This was my idea.

And that would be
what exactly?

Sandrov set me up,
and I needed this resignation
letter to prove it.

Okay, can I see it?

I know this looks bad.

Well, it's about
to look a lot worse.

(SIGHING)

It is astonishing his tissue
could have survived
all these years

without any signs
of degeneration.

(CHUCKLING)

It's good to see you
getting back to real science.

Feels good.

Nothing like
exploring the unknown.

Nothing like it.

Henry, the other day
you said that
you knew for sure

that the accident with
the artifact was not my fault.

How do you know?
I found something
in Kim's lab.

Her computers were sabotaged.

By whom?

I don't know,
but clearly you and Kim

were on the verge
of understanding
something

that someone
was trying to protect.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Pierre's blood analysis.
Have you ever seen
anything like that?

Never.

CARTER: The bad news is that
they have you on a
class-three security breach.

The good news is that
the mattress is
surprisingly supportive.

If he's staying,
I'm staying with him.

That's fine with me.
I have to go to the bathroom.

There's one just in there.

(SIGHS)

Can't he just use
your bathroom, Sheriff?

That window
doesn't even open.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

All right, but just
be quick about it.
Jack Carter.

Swell.

Mr. Fairfield, excuse me
for a second.

I need to take this,
all right?

I'm watching!
I mean, I'm not watching,
but I'm watching.

Sorry about that.

(STUTTERING)
No, no, no need to thank...

I know.

Yeah, me, too.

ZOE: So, what have you got
on Angela Fairfield?

SARAH: I found some
photo documentation.

What are these from?

Angela's high-school
yearbook.

Wait, wait, stop there.

No way! That's Dad.

There's another one
of them together.

So, she was
his high school sweetheart.

Why is he still
sending her flowers?

Wait, wait.
Hold it there.

Oh, my God.
She d*ed.

I'm sorry about that.

He's been in there
since you left.

(SIGHING)

Pierre,
this is Sheriff Carter!

PIERRE: Go away, Sheriff.
There's nothing
you can do for me now.

What sort of trouble
you having?

Not the kind
you'd understand, Sheriff.

I could kick
the door down.

We'll call that plan B.

Look, Pierre,
I know this has to be a shock.
Things must look pretty bleak.

You're scared.
We've all been there,
not exactly there.

But my point is
you don't have to go
through this alone.

You have family out here.

Or there's plan B.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(INHALING)

It's happening too fast.

Cryostasis temporarily
halted the aging process,
but as soon as he got out...

It's making up
for the lost time.
Exactly.

The problem is
that the accelerated aging

is causing advanced
cell degeneration.

There is no indication that
that is slowing down.

But I just got him back.
Now I'm gonna lose him?

Fargo, we are doing
everything we can.

It's uncharted territory.
Of course, it is.

Fargo...
No, he's not just
some screw-up.

He had his whole life
stolen from him,

his work, his reputation,
his family.

He doesn't deserve
this, so...

Don't treat him
like just another lab rat.

I'm gonna go see my grandpa.

Hey, how you doing?

Well, I'm just hours away
from bedpans and sponge baths.

Can't wait.

Oh, don't say that.
They'll figure something out.

I appreciate you
being here, Charlie.

Just wanted to see you
with a few wrinkles.

Oh, yeah?

Couldn't stand that
baby face of yours.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Hey, listen.
If I go without seeing Belle,

would you do me a favor,

and tell her that
I came back to her,

and that I never stopped
loving her?

You'll tell her yourself.

Would you do that
for me, pal?

I will.

Thank you.

Hey, Charlie, Pierre, Fargo.

Well, thanks
for the books, Sheriff,

but I don't think I have
a lot of leisure time left.

NATHAN: Carter?
Yeah...

Kind of busy trying to save
Fargo's granddad.
What do you need?

Yeah, I checked out a bunch
of biographies of Sandrov's

that talk all about his
groundbreaking research.

Generally what
biographies do, yes.

Yeah, but these
were all written

about breakthroughs
that happened after
Pierre disappeared.

(SIGHING)

So, let's see what he knows.

Carter, you're wasting time.

I don't have
a lot of time left.

All I have is my name
and my legacy.

And I'd like a chance
to set the record
straight before I go.

Exactly, and since
you're the big Sandrov expert

and you have access to all the
classified information,

I think it should be you
who asks him the questions

that only the real talent
would know.

Fine.

(SIGHING)

What did you first use
to encourage cell
regeneration?

Well, you need raw materials,
so we started with hypatocyte
and osteoblast stimulants.

Were you successful?

(LAUGHING) Not exactly.

The first successful cell
regeneration occurred

on my 482nd try.

I take it from your silence
that's another right answer.

When were you first
able to isolate

and identify signals
responsible for cell growth?

Actually, I wasn't.
It was my hypothesis
that the expression

of small molecules
known as micro-RNAs

act as molecular regulators,
and thereby control
the growth of isolates,

but it was a long sh*t.

A theory that proved
to be true,

five years
after Pierre disappeared.

So he's right?

(CHUCKLING)

Pierre, your research
changed our understanding
of the human cell.

It was Pierre's work
all along.

Anybody want to crash a party?

Me.

I've just finished
lecturing in Vienna,

so I could return to view
the galleys for my new book
in October.

And what would the title
of that book be, Andre,

My Life as a Fraud?

Pierre?

Why don't we go
into the parlor?

No, thank you.
You've kept me
hidden long enough.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You be careful.

I'm a dying man
with nothing left to lose,
and it's all because of you.

Dr. Sandrov, you had plenty
of opportunity and everything
to gain.

You think
I put him in the cryochamber?

No. I have gains of my own.

This town wouldn't be here
without me.

Tell them, Dr. Stark.

I wish I could.

We already know that your
breakthroughs were based
upon Pierre's work

which you passed off
as your own.

It was unethical.
It was illegal.

But attempted m*rder
is a different matter
altogether.

I attempted
nothing of the kind.

I came into the lab
that night, and you
weren't there.

Your letter of resignation
was on the table,
and that was it.

I never wrote that letter,
and I find it hard to believe
that you didn't notice

that there was someone
in one of the chambers.

Nobody noticed.
We were all caught up
in our own deadlines.

I was failing
to meet mine,

so when you didn't come back,
your work was there,
and it was brilliant.

I just picked up
where you left off.

A sin of omission.

If you didn't put my grandpa
in there, who did?

I don't know.

I am sorry, Pierre.

So, what do we do now?

The only thing we can do.
A great scientist is dying
of rapid tissue degeneration,

and you're gonna help me
save him.

So, you really think
this will work?

The treatment is based
on your theory, Pierre.

I simply augmented
and refined it.

Unfortunately, it's not gonna
make you any younger.

Grandpa...

Okay, let me have it.

(GROANING)

Okay.

(SIGHING)

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Well, those years
are gone, anyhow.

I just want to make the most
of the time I have left.

And we'll all make sure
you get credit where
credit is due.

Won't we, Dr. Sandrov?

Of course.

And I'm still working
on figuring out who
put you in that chamber.

Well, it's your worry
now, Chief.

The truth's come out,
and I just want to put
things right with Belle.

I wish I'd still had this ring
that I was going to give her.

Could I see that order slip
for a second?

Thanks.

The signature on this
resignation letter
is traced

from your order slip.

Hey, Charlie.
Hey, Sheriff.

I heard what happened.
You made it.

That's twice you've risen
from the dead in one week.

Why'd you put him
in the chamber, Charlie?

I knew, as soon
as I saw you in my shop,

my sins had come back
to haunt me.

You looked me in the eye,
and you called me your friend.

I'm so sorry.

Why, Charlie? Why?

You were gonna propose
to Belle, and I've always
loved her.

You never said a word.

When I showed up
to deliver the ring,

well, I just couldn't
let her go.

I thought if you were gone,
Belle would think

you'd run out on her,
and I could be her savior.

Well, like you say, the past
always catches up with you.

We're gonna have to
take you in.

Hold on a sec.

Putting Charlie in prison
isn't gonna give me
my life back.

He was in love with Belle.

I understand how that feels.

"Turn the other cheek"
doesn't really apply here.

He has to live alone
with what he's done.

I think
that's punishment enough.

And that's not for you
to decide.

Carter...
Sheriff's right.

For what it's worth,

she never got over you.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hey, Dad.

Hey. Let me guess,
you need a lift home.

Yeah, but that's...

That's actually
not why I came.

I wanted to apologize
for nagging you about Angela.

It's all right.

I found your yearbook,

and I know that she d*ed.

Yeah.

Yeah, she did.

What happened?

I was 17,
and I made a very,
very big mistake.

She was
a great girl.

She was fearless,

reckless,

a little like you

actually.

It was her 16th birthday.

She wanted me to teach her
how to drive.

She was doing great,
and we were celebrating.

We drifted
into the next lane,

and swerved to
get around a car.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

And when the police arrived,
I was holding her.

They assumed
I was driving,

and I was charged
with reckless endangerment.

Why didn't you just tell them
what happened?

It was my responsibility.
It doesn't matter.

So, every year,
I send flowers

to the cemetery.

And every year,
her father calls to thank me.

I haven't talked about this
in a long, long time.

(SNIFFLING)

Well, thank you
for telling me.

(SIGHING) I hope
I don't disappoint her.

Oh, you won't.

A lot has happened.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I don't exactly know
what I'm going to say.

I think when you...

I think when you see her,
you'll know.

Belle.

Oh, Pierre.

You look so beautiful.

After all these years...

I'm so sorry that I left you
alone, my love.

It's okay.
You're here now.

I've wanted to do this
for a very long time.

Get over yourself, Fargo.

Just because your grandfather
left his mark doesn't mean
you will.

Maybe not,
but it's my name, too.

(SIGHING)