04x10 - Happy

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Previously on Fargo...

You need me.

I ain't just muscle.

- The doctor's dead.

- Say his name again!

- Boss!

- Say his name again!

- Enough!

- Say his name!

This is Happy's cousin!

Hey!

We're gonna need Happy if we're gonna win, man!

- Dear dr.

Harvard...

- Mmm.

...I am writing to inform you of the actions of one of your nurses.

Attempted m*rder, the authorities think.

Dead patients, misappropriated personal items, stolen medication.

No.

I suppose you have to ask yourself...

Is this the kind of nurse you trust around patients in your fine establishment?

Your business is mine now.

You'll sign over the deed this afternoon.

Satchel is dead.

Boss.

If you can't run, just do like we practiced.

And remember, if I don't come back, I'm dead or in jail.

♪ I went out ♪

♪ to the insane asylum ♪

♪ and I found my baby ♪

♪ out there ♪

♪ I said, "please ♪"

♪ "come back to me, darlin' ♪"

♪ "what in the world ♪"

♪ are you doin' here?" ♪

♪ then the little girl ♪

♪ raised up her head ♪

♪ tears was streamin' down from her eyes ♪

♪ and these are the things ♪

♪ that the little girl said ♪

♪ "when your love ♪"

♪ has ceased to be..." ♪

♪ lord have mercy ♪

♪ "there's no other place for me" ♪

♪ mmm... ♪

♪ "if you don't hold me in your arms" ♪

♪ oh, child, oh, child ♪

♪ "I'd rather be here from now on" ♪

♪ some people have it halfway fair ♪

♪ without your love ♪

♪ I ain't nowhere ♪

Hey.

Salute, huh?

Salute!

Police!

Dinner's over.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

All right, all right.

Let's go.

He's gonna try and get your goat.

Whatever brings him to yes.

You just remind that boy who bailed out his papa.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

How long I been doing your hair?

I ever cut you?

He's gonna try to take over.

Maybe.

But he's a country boy.

Why's he want a big-city headache?

Power.

First off, what happened with your cousin Leon, that deserves a conversation.

Meant to care for him, show him the ropes.

Yeah, but...

How many strikes is a strikeout?

This kid can't tie his shoe.

Should've called.

My cousin, my problem.

You're right.

No excuse.

Losin' this w*r, is you?

You're always losing, till you win.

That's why it's called an underdog.

Where I'm from...

...We mind our forefathers.

Take stock in their wisdom.

Like a rock knows the river.

And we think your head's getting too high.

Who thinks?

Fathers, grandfathers.

Sharecroppers.

Men born to bondage...

Who escaped the chain g*ng and the hangman's noose.

Decades that tell us the only thing worse than livin' in darkness is steppin' into the light.

So, what, born on the bottom, die on the bottom?

You get your picture in the paper, you think it's just a picture of you?

We all in there, crowded together.

Cops decide to bust a head, they don't care which head, long as the color's right.

We need your help, Happy.

The family.

He ain't my family.

My mama and yours, like sisters, which means his kids are your family.

His wife is your family.

That makes him family.

I got a cousin on death row.

You want me to do what?

Sit in the chair with him when the switch get throwed?

I need leverage.

Short-term.

Just some muscle from the country to puff me up.

Show people I'm here to stay.

That's the Cosa Nostra, boy.

This ain't no Podunk thuggery.

You think you gonna, what, drive 'em out of town?

Don't need 'em gone, just in their place.

There's pressure from New York.

None of us can afford a w*r much longer.

You got all the slaughterhouse boys on your side.

Texas cousins.

Smugglin' from Oklahoma.

sh*t.

You make me sound like a big deal.

Maybe you should be helping me.

I told you this was a mistake.

Lionel Halloway, stop messin' around.

You want to talk about all boats risin', that goes both ways.

It don't matter if you think we should be in this w*r...

We're in it.

They k*lled my son.

Ten years old.

What did he ever do to anyone?

And they k*lled him.

And now they want to snuff us out.

Us.

'cause after they string me up, they comin' after you.

Two weeks.

We put our strength behind you, let it be known.

City hall and on the streets.

But you got to make things right with my cousin.

How much?

Tell your mama I miss her greens.

Two weeks.

It'll be enough.

But we got to end this quick.

If I k*ll the brothers, new york's just gonna send two more.

Don't care about them.

I want justice for my boy.

And then we make a deal.

Congratulations.

You're the flavor of the month.

Mayor called, saw your picture in the paper.

Said he liked the cut of your jib.

Just trying to keep the streets safe, captain.

Uh-huh.

You watching your back?

For what?

You bite the hand that feeds you, you're gonna feel the burn.

Excuse me.

Weff.

I wrote your name on a bulle.

Want to meet up so I can give it to you, personal-like?

I'm sorry.

It's against police policy to accept gifts from the chain g*ng.

Which is ironical, since I can give you all the b*ll*ts I want.

I miss you, kid.

When are you coming home?

I'm home now.

You think I don't got records of every dollar you took from me?

Maybe I send 'em to city hall, see what the mayor thinks of his hero cop then.

Kid?

Son of a bitch.

- Twitchy piece of sh*t!

- Hey.

One, two, three, four, five!

What's this?

You going steady now?

Boss...

We need to put the squeeze on this cop.

Hit him where it hurts, turn the city back to our side.

Boss, we got word from new york.

They want this thing wrapped up.

It's too...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is our fighting for our lives keeping people up at night?!

Hey, J.

Hey.

Come here.

Yeah?

You make it personal.

Can't be personal.

Come on.

We need another Mulignan.

- Yeah.

- Someone waiting in the wings, thinks they can run things.

Somebody weak, thinks they're strong.

A replacement for cannon?

Someone we can deal with.

And what happens to the now boss?

That's the new guy's problem.

But my guess is that it rhymes with "flurder." hey, J, what about the rat f*ck cop?

Nobody turns their back on us and lives.

♪ you may run on for a long time ♪

♪ run on for a long time ♪

♪ run on for a long time ♪

♪ let me tell you god almighty gonna cut you down ♪

♪ you may run on for a long time ♪

♪ may run on for a long time ♪

♪ run on for a long time ♪

♪ let me tell you god almighty's gonna cut you down ♪

♪ go tell that long-tongued liar ♪

- ♪ yup, yup ♪

- ♪ go tell that midnight rider ♪

- ♪ yup, yup ♪

♪ tell the gambler, the rambler, backbiter ♪

♪ tell them god almighty's gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ well, stop, god almighty, let me tell you the news ♪

- ♪ do ♪

♪ my head's been wet with the midnight dew ♪

- ♪ do ♪

♪ I've been down on my bended knees ♪

- ♪ do ♪

♪ talking with the man from Galilee ♪

♪ my god spoke and he spoke so sweet ♪

♪ I thought I heard the shuffle of angel's feet ♪

♪ he put one hand upon my head ♪

♪ great god almighty, let me tell you what he said ♪

♪ go tell that long-tongued liar ♪

- ♪ oh, well, well ♪

- ♪ go tell that midnight rider ♪

- ♪ oh, well, well ♪

♪ tell the gambler, the rambler, backbiter ♪

♪ tell them god almighty gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ you may run on for a long time ♪

♪ you may run on for a long time ♪

♪ run on for a long time ♪

♪ let me tell you god almighty's gonna cut you down ♪

♪ you may throw your rocks and hide your hand ♪

♪ plotting in the dark against your fellow man ♪

♪ but as sure as god made the day and night ♪

♪ what's done in the dark will be brought to the light ♪

♪ you can run and hide, you can slip and slide ♪

♪ talk about the mote in your neighbor's eye ♪

♪ but sure as god made the rich and poor ♪

♪ you're going to reap just what you sow ♪

♪ you can run for a long time ♪

♪ you may run on for a long time ♪

♪ run on for a long time ♪

♪ let me tell you god almighty's gonna cut you down ♪

♪ go tell that long-tongued liar ♪

- ♪ yup, yeah ♪

- ♪ go tell that midnight rider ♪

- ♪ hey, now ♪

♪ tell the gambler, the rambler, backbiter ♪

♪ tell 'em god almighty's gonna cut 'em down. ♪

You think aunt Zelmare's okay?

That girl ain't met a trap she can't squeeze out of or a hole she can't fit into.

Momma...

...Are we really cursed?

Your great-grandmother was in chains down in Mississippi.

Her daddy come over on a ship.

The captain of that ship was the devil himself.

Theodore roach.

There was a storm.

Water coming over the sides.

A hundred men shackled together down below, never seen the ocean, and here they were fixin' to drown.

And that man...

the captain...

He just stood, laughing and laughing.

- The ship went down?

- Not that night.

But they got thrown about something fierce, and on one go, that captain got close enough for your great-great granddaddy to grab him.

And he choked the life out of that man with his own mouth full of seawater.

Your grannie was six when she saw him the first time.

The roach...

Eyes sewn shut, wooden nose.

And he's been with us ever since.

You ever seen him?

I smell him more than see him.

Low tide, the sounds of...

Like creaking ropes.

Or the waves.

So he's mine now.

Can't we cast him away?

Get free?

Your aunt tried to take him, but she's not what he likes.

What does he like?

Sunshine.

Well, we're done loading in.

More than five thousand in merchandise.

I'm supposed to stay here for a couple of nights, hold guard.

I can, uh, camp on the couch downstairs.

I keep a shotgun loaded next to the bed, and I'm a real light sleeper.

Yes, ma'am.

Sensible.

Can't be too careful these days.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm gonna see to dinner.

You check out bird?

Who?

Sax player?

That's cool.

I want to talk to your father.

What?

Loy cannon, the boss.

Can you help me?

Tell me where to go?

- You want to talk to my father?

- I worked it out.

How to get the house back.

- Please.

- Hi there.

Hi.

Don't let her get me.

What?

Hi.

Aw.

Well, now, will you look at you, the Happy couple.

Yeah, you caught us.

Lemuel cannon.

And you are?

Hon, I wondered if I might bother you to come up to my apartment.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Now, hon, let's not do this in front of your boyfriend.

- He is not my boyfriend.

- More of a suitor.

Fine.

You want to do this here?

You give me back my ring!

That's right.

I know you stole it from me.

And I have half a mind to go to the police.

No police.

Great.

Call them.

I can tell them what else I saw up there.

All your tokens, letters from the grave, bottles of death, evidence.

Plus, how you like to poison people's pies.

And who's gonna believe you?

I believe her.

Who that counts?

Excuse me?

The devil's got a special place in hell for small minds who betray their better's trust, who take advantage of their charitable acts.

You need to leave now.

Is that place above or below the place you're going?

- There's a word for people like you.

- No.

That's your word.

You invented it to make yourself feel bigger.

But that's not what I am.

Walk away.

What does it feel like to be so sure you're right and know that nobody cares?

Hmm?

I'll see you in your dreams.

Look, thanks for making the time for me on such short notice.

Uh, one question before we get started.

Who am I talking to here?

Him or you?

You're talking to Leon.

He'll run things in the city.

We're just here for support.

Great.

Isn't that great?

Tremendous.

Of course, if you want to take over from Loy, you know how that works.

Just sad I can't k*ll him twice.

Yeah, I heard about that tune-up he gave you.

Some people got no respect for a promise.

We don't make promises.

- We make deals.

- Then let's make a deal.

Leon's gonna take over all of Loy's territory, including the slaughterhouses on the east side.

And you gonna give him a piece of trucking.

Jesus.

I ain't been f*cked this rough since prison.

Absolutely not.

I am a city alderman, and I'm coming in.

What's this?

A top secret meeting of the hi ho club?

- Who the f*ck is this?

- My father-in-law.

Kind of amazing to see him walking and talking, don't you think?

Considering he's made entirely out of play-doh.

Ha f*ckin' ha.

Can I talk to you outside?

Do you just know when I'm having a bad day, or are you watching me from the bushes?

Laugh it up, greaseball.

Not sure yet.

Okay.

Make it fast, pops.

- I got a w*r to win.

- Fine.

I'll use small words 'cause I know you're low IQ.

The wedding's off.

You and your greasy wops are public enemy number one.

So I'm breaking this ret*rd union like glass in an emergency.

You hear me?

Don't call.

Don't write.

- Means he's an idiot.

- Oh, - I'm an idiot?

- Yeah.

'cause now's not the time you call off a wedding.

Now's the time to renegotiate the terms of our deal, 'cause you got me over a barrel, and I'm spread thin, and I'll spend anything to keep from having one more g*dd*mn problem.

But clearly, you're not smart enough to do that!

Listen to me, eggplant Einstein.

You and your kind are getting run out of town on a rail.

It doesn't take a wizard to see that.

So, I'm doing us both a favor, and I'm running away from you like a fart in an elevator, which is what you are.

Oh.

You're crazy.

I'm a U.S. Alderman.

You can't punch a U.S. Alderman.

Well, apparently, you can.

- Hmm.

You hit him for me?

- Yeah.

- I'm-I'm...

I'm touched.

- Ah.

We are brother, no?

- Come here, you big lug.

Come here, boy.

It's okay.

Boss.

You're still alive.

I hope so.

Anything from the lawman?

Weff?

No.

Police raided apex this morning.

I put the word out.

He ain't long for this world.

What about our friends in the staties?

Laying low for now, I gather.

Waiting to see which way this thing goes.

Like rats fleeing the ship.

Boss.

Charlie called.

He's on lookout at the JDC.

He said two hours ago, the Italians had some visitors.

It was Leon.

Skunk's gonna skunk.

Happy was with him.

It was blizzarding when satchel was born.

Middle of the night.

Why do babies always come in the middle of the night?

It's the moon, my mama said.

Babies come like the tide.

Buel birthed him in a tub with her mama.

I was downstairs with the girls.

I swear I couldn't hear a sound.

My missus.

Passing a 12-inch head through a six-inch hole.

On my best day, I'm half as tough as that.

And this ain't my best day.

No, sirree.

That's behind me, I think.

Hey, boy.

What you doing out here all by your lonesome?

You hear me, boy?

What you got, sh*t in your ears?

No.

No what?

Oh.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

No you.

No boy.

No do what you're told.

No everything.

This is my world.

I'm the boss.

I tell you...

What to do.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Now f*ck off.

Start the damn...

Odis, I own you.

I miss you, kid.

- When are you coming home?

- ♪ one little, two little... ♪ Boom!

♪ four little, five little, six little Indians ♪

♪ seven little, eight little, nine little Indians ♪

Cheer up, palomino.

♪ one little, two little, three little Indians ♪

♪ four little, five little, six little Indians ♪

♪ seven little, eight little, nine little Indians ♪

♪ ten little Indian boys. ♪

Cop's not home.

I left him a surprise.

That's his car, though.

Got picked up by a squad car this morning.

My bet, he comes home the same way.

All right.

b*at it up the street.

Keep your eyes peeled.

- Wait in the car?

- Yeah, let's go.

Thanks for the lift, Jimbo.

You know the story why papa sends me away?

I think so.

You got in trouble.

Mm.

Groucho have that daughter with big...

- Groucho?

- Mm-hmm.

Right.

She's...

Hey, man, what-what was her name again?

Adelina.

Ah...

How old were you?

Eleven.

But already like an ox.

Yeah, yeah.

I got a big d*ck, too, you know.

Big like a pickle.

- Just finish the story.

- Okay.

So, every day, I follow her home from school.

"Adelina, I love you.

"Adelina, my heart is like the moon, and you're the sun." what does that even mean?

Who cares?

It worked.

So, we are...

On the fire escape outside her window...

♪ one little, two little, three little Indians ♪

...Her father, Groucho, grab me by the neck, pull me in through the window, and he's choking me.

11 years old, and he's choking me.

And Groucho was...

I remember...

He was, like, your size now.

Adelina, she b*at his back.

"daddy, please!

Daddy, stop!" but...

He's going to k*ll me.

The boy who take his little girl.

So what did you do?

You know, on the floor there's the...

The glass from the window.

I grab a piece, and...

where?

That's...

- That's why he...

- Yeah.

That's why dad sent you away.

Back to Sardinia.

You want us to tuck you in, too?

Yeah, you're a maroon.

We're here now.

Everything that happened...

We're here now.

Come here.

Come here.

♪ high on the mountain, oh ♪

♪ wind blowing free ♪

♪ thinking about the days that used to be ♪

♪ high on the mountain, oh ♪

♪ standing all alone ♪

♪ wondering where the years of my life have flown ♪

♪ oh, I wonder if you'll ever think of me ♪

♪ or if time has blotted out your memory ♪

♪ as I listen to the breeze ♪

♪ blowing gently through the trees ♪

♪ I'll always cherish what you meant to me... ♪

Hurry up!

I got to piss.

What the f*ck?

Ah...

Hello, there, ma'am.

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah, I just got...

Got a little scared is all.

Silly old me.

What are you...

What are you doing here?

Ms. Mayflower, you need to come with us.

- Huh?

What?

Where?

- We have a warrant for your arrest.

For my, uh...

He woke up.

The hospital administrator...

Dr. Harvard.

So, HQ told us to bring you in.

Oh.

Well, that's great news.

Can I just maybe...?

I'm just gonna get my purse.

Hey, oh, excuse me.

That...

You know, you take...

You take your hands off me!

- Police!

Police!

Ma'am, we are the police.

You're only making it worse.

Well, okay, well, this is all due to some very...

- A very silly misunderstanding.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm sure it is.

- If-if I...

If I could just maybe grab...

Grab my...

Grab my purse, then it wouldn't...

Oh, geez!

My name is Ethelrida Pearl Smutny.

I have an appointment to see mr.

Cannon?

Thank you for taking the time to meet with me today, sir.

I'll be brief.

My son said I should hear what you got to say.

But this thing is dead.

Your house is mine.

Your business is mine for as long as I live, which could be another half an hour.

Exécution sans jugement sous les rois maures de grenade.

- What?

- Your painting.

It's by Henri Regnault.

Painted in 1870, when he was just 26.

He d*ed the next year in the battle of Buzenval.

It's not the original.

No.

Saw it in a magazine.

Had a cat I know make me a copy.

Supposed to make me look like a bad m*therf*cker.

What did you say it was called?

Summary execution under the Moorish kings of Grenada.

You want me to give your parents back their house.

No, sir.

I came to tell you they earned it.

The original loan was $3,500.

Interest starting at ten percent, spread over six months.

That's $6,200.

They stole from me.

With all monies returned.

And seeing as how you chose not to k*ll them, I'm assuming you felt their punishment should be monetary.

A fine.

I took their house.

You said the house was yours, but they still have the deed.

They still pay the taxes.

Did they send you?

A girl for the sympathy factor?

Is that what you see?

A girl?

You know a lot of girls who study European art and speak two languages?

I came on my own to right a wrong.

We don't do that here.

You're in a w*r, and you've lost 27 men.

Something like that.

No.

Exactly that.

27 men...

sh*t, stabbed, strangled.

27 men requiring the services of a licensed mortician.

I've got the invoice here.

The total cost comes out to $8,700.

That's not how it works.

8,700 in agreed-upon services.

Plus this.

Gold ring.

Pawn shop'd give you four, five hundred.

Which would leave you at...

Who the hell cares?

I already told you...

That's not how it works.

No.

You haven't seen the part that makes it priceless yet.

The part that's gonna make you give me what I want.

There's a nurse who lives across the street from me.

She had the ring.

So now you're selling me a stolen ring.

She had a lot of other things, this nurse.

Took them from her patients.

Kept them in a closet next to their obituaries, and medicine she gave them to help them pass on.

This nurse?

Cops arrested her last night.

She poisons people, see?

And takes their things.

A keepsake, like this ring.

And I started thinking.

Whose ring is it?

So, I went to the library, and looked through the obits.

I want you to give my folks their house back.

And their business.

All debts forgave.

And just what the hell do you think you've got that's gonna make me do that?

I'm gonna help you win your w*r.

You do that, you can have anything you want.

Swear it.

Swear.

Good.

♪ ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ yes, she did ♪

♪ oh, yeah ♪