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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.