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Earthwild on Fargo. You going by the autopsy later?

They glued his nose and mouth shut. Are we thinking cause of death is somehow a

cliffhanger? Is that the box you took from Innocence?

Uh -huh.

So, you figure this Thaddeus Mobley fella had something to do with the

should say so.

Seeing as how Anastasia and this Thaddeus Mobley are one and the same.

I know he wasn't from around here.

It's kind of, to be honest, a mystery.

And has moved to Eden Valley in 1980.

But I think he may have changed his name before he moved here.

Did you ever hear of Thaddeus Mobley out of Los Angeles?

No, I'm afraid not.

Could I get a... Hakeem.

An under -earned talus красивu play, weren't you?

And, uh, whatever this big swinging dick over here is drinking.

Oh, no, that's... I just wanted a cream soda.

I'm not much of a drinker, in point of fact.

Ah.

Well, maybe that's why you are the award -winning writer.

Saving some of those brain cells for the page.

How about a nice cream soda for my new amigo Thaddeus over here?

Do you prefer Thaddeus or, uh... Uh, Tad.

Thanks. But how'd you know my name?

You are the cheddar kid.

Get used to it.

Wait, the what?

You know, you're the cheddar. The cheese.

Howard Zimmerman.

Producer.

Oh.

So let me ask you.

Did you think about turning that book of yours into a movie?

Bob Redford is the robot.

Hold the phone. You're saying you want to turn my book into a movie?

No, Bubba. I'm saying I want you to turn your book into a major motion picture.

Colossal.

You're taking my life.

So take my soul.

That's what you said.

But who are we to know?

I want to be with you as long as you want me to. But don't move away.

Ain't that what you said?

Ain't that what you said?

Over here.

Come back. I want you to meet somebody.

Hi. This is the genius I was telling you about. You're killing me, Howard.

Can we go eat already?

All right, sure. Just give me a sec, sweetie. Sit down.

So how's my screenplay coming along?

Oh, um, you know, it's pretty good, actually. I just thought I would be here

maybe a week or two, you know, and the motel's getting pretty expensive.

Relax, kid. I got you covered totally.

Just make sure you keep all your receipts.

Mr. Beatty, for you, sir.

War on me, amigo.

Mi compadre.

Yeah, all right. Don't tell me. Let me guess. You read it? You loved it. Am I

lying?

No, no, I know. It's dynamite, isn't it?

They called a space opera, if you can believe that.

Mm -hmm. Yeah. No, the kid is banging up the screenplay now as we speak.

So, listen, is your blonde going to let you out?

Oh, Christ.

No, no, no. I understand. No, it's fine.

Next time, Bubba. Next time, right?

For sure.

Right. Bye.

What happened?

Maybe he's under contract at Paramount.

Short of us greasing a few palms, so to speak, he's not going anywhere.

You mean bribes? Jesus, keep your voice down, would you? Look, it's just tit for

tat out here. That's how business is done.

Now, look, you know that I'm no Mother Teresa.

But after divorce number three, this tit is pretty tapped out.

We're gonna have to find, I don't know, some other avenue.

Well, you know, I do have a book advance.

How much money are we talking?

It makes the sex amazing.

Minsky.

I'm dying.

I need...

No.

It's too late for me.

You must find a way to get Ward back.

Let them know it wasn't all for nothing.

Get word back, the captain had told him.

But how?

Thus began the wander of the android Minsky.

He was a prototype, singular in his design, created to observe and record

programming not yet complete.

A child, in other words.

Folks, we've begun our descent to Los Angeles, where the current weather is a

beautiful 72 degrees.

Typo? Sorry?

The Y is spelled wrong. It's a kind of make -believe.

Ah.

Good?

Well, there's a... robot, I guess, and he's wandering, looking for, uh...

I'm not sure. The meaning of life, I guess.

Ah.

That, yeah.

I know how he feels.

Isn't it Tuesday?

In the beginning, we swam,

then we crawled.

And a plaintive wail from the

distance comes a -drifting on the

east.

Hi. Merry Christmas. Are you here for the convention in Santa Claus?

What year?

No, I'm not.

By the hour then?

What?

Nothing. Single room? One night?

I'm not sure how long I'll be here. Room 203.

Very nice room. Very nice.

It's got air conditioning. You can smell the ocean.

There's a view?

No, there's a smell.

At low tide.

Red Honda.

I got the plate number.

Yeah, that'll help. So what do they look like, the bagpipes?

Kind of older white male, 5 '9", green pants.

I mean, what are you, elf pants?

They're having a Santa conference.

Not sure why they chose here.

Any valuables in the bag?

Not really, mostly flannel.

Think I'll get it back?

I wouldn't hold your breath.

Hey, while I got you, I got some info I need, Ron.

Oh, yeah, we don't do that.

Sorry, I should have clarified. I'm law enforcement also, up Minnesota.

Minnesota. Exactly, Eden Valley. I'm chief. Or I was chief. Or no, I still

Anyway, I thought in the spirit of intercollegial understanding.

See, I'm in town looking into a homicide, and victims spent some time

in the 70s.

Right. Okay, I'll tell you what.

The plate number checked out.

I'll come find it.

Maybe even bring that suitcase.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, Sport.

How's your dad's place?

Good.

Dale got me an Xbox.

Wow. That was going to be your Christmas present. I know.

But he said sometimes it's good to have an everyday present.

I haven't heard that one.

I'll have to tell Santa to take it off the list.

Mom, there's no such thing as Santa.

There's not? I can see about nine of them from my window right at this

Eat your vegetables, okay?

Okay.

How are you again?

I'm in Hollywood, California, trying to figure out what happened to your

grandfather. He wasn't even really my grandfather.

I'm just married to Grandma for a while.

Well, he was something to somebody.

No games till your homework's done, promise?

Promise.

Okay, then. Love ya.

Put Donnie on.

Okay.

Bye, Mom.

Hey, Chief.

The town's still there?

How do you mean?

Oh, gee, the new chief's real angry. Said you didn't have permission to go.

Said county's not going to pay for the trip.

I never asked him to.

Well, he wants you to come back.

Found the motel from the photo.

Got a lead on this actress, I think, Vivian Lord, her whereabouts.

Wow.

So what do you want me to tell the new chief?

Tell him I saw the ocean and it was wet.

That'll hunt.

Actually, I'm looking for Vivian.

Hey, Viv.

Miss Lord? Mm -hmm.

I'm Chief Burgle, Gloria, with Eden Valley Police up in Minnesota.

Okay, I've asked you a few questions.

You've never been to Minnesota?

No, I know. It's not about... This won't take long.

Did you know a fella, Thaddeus Mobley, a writer, would have been about 35 or so

years ago here in Los Angeles?

Not a very clear time for me.

Which?

The 70s.

But you knew him?

He had this in his... in a box. So I'm thinking you must have known him pretty

well.

Honey, you know how many walls I'm on in this town.

He homicides the thing with him the victim, so it matters.

Look, what's your name? Gloria.

Gloria.

I'm 29 years sober.

Long time.

Before that, I wasn't.

Even if I knew this guy, basically nothing but a dream.

Is there anyone else I can talk to?

I'm not a snitch. No, that's not for information, I'm saying.

See, he was my stepdad, sort of, for a time, and my son.

Not that that matters. A homicide is a homicide, but still, the personal angle.

What order is that?

Sure, well, I'm at the Hollywood Premier Motel.

If you change your mind, give me a call.

Officer Hunt?

Oh, hey.

Gloria, right?

Yeah, pop a spot.

Can I get two beers?

You want two beers?

I think I'll just have a diet pop.

Diet pop?

You're too much.

Hey, so after we talked, I tried to friend you on Facebook. I don't use

Really? You don't use Facebook?

You're kidding me. Everybody's on Facebook. It's Facebook.

Could you stop saying Facebook?

I got 352 friends.

Most of them, I don't even know.

And this one time, I met this chick. She was smoking hot.

Then she turned out to be a Nigerian man who wanted money.

Buy that.

I live in a small town.

You got to be on Facebook, though.

Because it's like a small town.

Only online.

You know, so you check in, you can post photos, you know, connect.

Right? Because who has time for... Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll check that out.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, did you find anything?

Huh.

About when I called before, asked you to look up that fella, Thaddeus Mobley,

lived here in the 1970s.

Right. Yeah. No, of course. Yeah, I checked on that. Nothing came up.

So he was, what, like your dad?

Sort of.

Little chatterbox, huh?

I can't get a word in edgewise with you. Good thing you're so hot.

Charm police.

I got a major felon right here.

I'm going to be, you know.

You don't got teasing in Minnesota?

I don't sound like that, do I?

Yeah.

Look, I'm just kidding with you.

Can you relax?

Maybe have a beer?

I gotta go drop the kids off at the pool.

You got kids?

I gotta take a shit.

You again.

Six flights before Tuesday? Right. What are the odds?

I never asked.

Paul Moraine.

Gloria Burgle.

What do you do, Gloria?

I'm in law enforcement.

Oh, like the police? Exactly.

I'm chief in Eden Valley, or was chief.

We're being swallowed by the county, so hierarchy's a little unclear at present.

Oh. Married or divorced?

I'm sorry?

Your finger.

You used to wear a ring. Now you don't.

Divorced. Or not yet, but anyway.

Before he goes off to war, a soldier gives his wife

a bill of divorce.

He says, dear, this is your bill of divorce.

If I don't return within 12 months, it becomes effective from this moment

onward.

Meaning that if he dies, they've been divorced the whole time he was gone. If

returns, they were always married.

Huh.

That's like, um... I'm my own grandpa.

Which means, if you really think about it, for the entire year, she was married

and divorced.

Well, we got a hearing next month, so probably won't have to wait that long.

All right, keep walking dipshit. This one's mine. No, that's not. We know each

other.

All right.

Look, I'm just going to cut to the chase here, gorgeous. Am I getting laid

tonight or what?

What?

Cool.

Thanks for the beer.

From small beginnings, big things arrived, thought the android Minsky.

Energy became matter, matter became life.

Bacteria to amoeba, amoeba to amphibian, amphibian to man.

Living and dying in numbers too large to calculate.

Orphaned and alone, he traveled the earth as centuries passed.

Millennia, a being in search of meaning.

Each century, he would have to stop and recharge.

In those hours, he was vulnerable to attack.

Hold still.

I can help.

Watch him.

Hi.

I'm looking for information on a writer. He would have worked here in the 70s.

Union. Pardon?

Was he in the Union?

I don't know.

He wrote books, mostly.

The Writers Guild doesn't represent book writers.

Well, that seems like an oversight.

Name? Gloria Burgle.

His name is Gloria. No, sorry, that's my name. He was Thaddeus Mobley.

Wait here

No,

Mr. Zimmerman. I'm Gloria Burgle.

I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?

I said, can't you people take a hint?

I give only a shot.

I'm a police officer.

Police?

I had a few questions for you about a writer you worked with back in 1975,

Thaddeus Mobley.

He wrote a script for you called The Planet Y, a science fiction film.

And, well, he was the victim of some malfeasance recently, and I'm just

to connect the dots here. I know he was writing a movie for you, and then I

don't know, something happened.

He was a failure.

Let me ask you something.

Do you know about science?

Do I know about? About science.

Well, science has this thing.

It's been proven.

They call it quantum something.

It talks about how we're all just particles.

We're floating out there.

We're moving through space. Nobody knows where we are.

And then every once in a while, bang, we collide.

And suddenly for maybe a minute, we're real.

And then we float off again.

As if we don't even exist.

I used to think it meant something, these collisions, the people we found.

And now?

Don't let the door hit you on your way out.

Excuse me.

I'm... Does anybody else visit Mr.

Zimmerman? He mentioned a woman named Gladys. She died.

He's been here a long time, since the accident.

Say more about that.

I don't know. It's before my time.

But what I heard is they thought he was going to be a vegetable. He was messed

up so bad.

Though his sensors recorded the data, the numbers had become meaningless.

From his remove, he watched civilizations rise and fall.

Hope became despair, became hope, became despair.

From time to time, the technology existed to send word back to his home

But by now, there was no one left to respond.

And then, one day, something happened.

You should have called, baby. I got company.

You got any coke?

I got nothing. They're going to kick me out of the motel soon, and I just...

Thaddeus, my boy.

Como esta?

Why be here?

What are you... You're not going to cry, are you? What? No.

Of course he's not going to cry.

Thaddeus is a big boy. He's seen the world.

I want my money.

Certainly. Of course you do.

Am I right?

You should have it.

But I'm afraid the rather unfortunate fact of the matter is it's all gone.

What? I told you he's crying.

I'm not crying. Listen to me, Bubby.

Relax. I understand.

These are hard lessons, but you know what?

You're going to thank us one day.

Us?

I thought we were... What?

In love?

I used you, asshole. Don't you get it?

Hush. Too harsh, my love.

Let the boy down easy.

Can't you see he has a genuine fondness for you? Just shut up. I need to think.

What? You need an umbrella?

Nobody asked you to come here with your stupid face and your sad eyes.

Love, you're a piggy bank.

You know what?

I think it's probably best if you were to go. I mean, she's obviously quite

upset. Don't touch me!

Here, relax.

Come on, it's fine.

I mean, you got played, that's all.

You're young, believe me, you're gonna get over it. And you know what? The

of the matter is, we did you a favor.

It's a hard, hard world out there.

You need to develop a tougher shell, my friend.

Jesus, Howie, just get rid of him already.

No. Kid. No.

Kid. No.

No!

Everybody's got a role to play.

Yours is to cough up the cheddar.

And then screw.

You understand?

I don't hear you.

You

see

that?

Turns out he's reasonable. He's really a nice kid.

You're a bad person.

I never saw him again.

So that was the accident.

Zimmerman, you conned him.

Did he... Do you think Zimmerman would have... Maybe he wanted revenge and he

hired someone or...

No It's just a story None of this has anything

to do Okay

He was right.

I am a bad person.

He wasn't so good either.

Okay, folks, in a few minutes we'll be beginning our descent into Minneapolis,

St. Paul, where the temperature is a balmy 23 degrees.

Unit MNSKY.

I can help.

We, the Federation of United Planets, want to honor you for your service. We

downloaded your data recorder and found that you have been functional for 2 .38

million years.

We believe this makes you the oldest sentient being in the history of the

universe.

You have seen... The birth of planets. The death of worlds.

You have ridden on the tail of a comet, have journeyed to the heart of the sun.

Your data will help us decode the very fabric of the universe.

I can help.

You have helped, my metal friend.

But now your service is complete.

It is time to shut yourself down.

Arby's? Okay.

You disappear every time a person says Arby's?

Oh, are you guys going for Arby's? Maybe.

Hey, uh, Chief.

Old Chief. You gotta stop calling your dad.

Sorry.

Got a call on the radio.

They pulled some prints from Ennis.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Ran it through the, uh, what do you, uh, database?

Out of Mac. You don't say.

Yeah. Maurice Lafay.

Now, that don't sound Russian, but I showed his photo to Earl.

And he was like, yeah, that's our man.

Out of St.

Cloud.

Well, now, what do you know?

We should maybe drive up there after Arby.

Dead, apparently.

The who?

Suspect, let's say. Some kind of freak accident.

Air conditioner fell on him. Just like a pancake.

And him on parole for some pretty nasty stuff, too. Not in front of the boy.

I'm old enough.

Not even close.

An air conditioner?

In winter?

That's what I thought.

Well, if he's dead, I don't suppose he's going anywhere.

Probably we should have a milkshake, maybe some curly fries, ponder all

moves.

We may solve this thing yet.

Now I get it. Aw, geez.