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MAN: Erstwhile on Fargo...

(CHOKING)

MAN: So you think this is the one who killed

all those people over in Bemidji?

Could be.

I mean, you're saying this is all some... some big coincidence,

that suddenly we got four victims in 24 hours,

yourself included.

My wife is dead and you're harassing me.

Just... leave poor Lester alone, will you?

Found this on my windshield last week.

You got bronzer on your blackmail note.

I'm taking over.

GUS: Iran his plates and it turns out

that the car was registered to one of your victims.

30 milligrams.

Don't take two of these and think you're gonna nap.

It's basically speed.

(STAVROS SCREAMING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

It's like a nightmare.

I told you, I know a guy.

You know a guy. A guy.

Better be some guy, Stavros.

For this...

we gave up everything.

Gave up? What did we have?

Debts, screaming phone calls, bill collectors at the door.

HELENA: At least it was warm.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Shit.

What?

Out of gas.

You bought gas.

Five dollars. It was all I had.

HELENA: Idiot, the boy's gonna freeze.

We can't stay here.

I know.

I'll think of something. Think of what?

Gasoline? Yeah, from your brain into the...

Will you shut up? I gotta think.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Oh, hey!

Here! Here!

(CHUCKLES)

Hey! Here! Here!

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Slow down.

(HORN BLARING) Hey! No, stop.

Stop, wait!

Come on! Come on! Stop!

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

All right.

Lord, let me get through this.

Let us find gas and... a warm bed.

Let us prosper even in the smallest of ways...

and I will be your humble servant for the rest of my days.

Yeah.

(GROANS)

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, my God.

(LAUGHS)

Thank you, God.

(LOCK CLICKS)

I can't believe he wouldn't stop.

A family vehicle. A baby in a car.

Who doesn't stop for a baby in a car?

God is real.

We're gonna freeze to death

because a man that hasn't showered since the '70s

couldn't be bothered to apply the brakes.

God is real.

God... is real.

(MOTOR RUNNING)

PLUMBER: You know...

(EXHALES)

there's nothing here.

(CHUCKLES)

No wildlife in your pipes. Water heater's clean.

Not sure how you got blood in your shower.

Are you sure it wasn't rust? 'Cause...

Listen to me.

It's not like a Band-Aid fell out.

It was buckets... literally buckets of blood.

Whoa. Like in a horror film, huh?

And with the dead dog you mentioned, too... Uffda.

Sounds like a bad day. (EXHALES)

Did you see any signs of tampering?

(STAMMERS) Tampering?

Yeah.

Screws loosened recently or... holes where blood could've been injected.

Injected?

What the heck are you thinkin' happened here?

Nothing. Thanks for your time.

You know...

You know, I, uh... I seen your commercials on TV.

"July in January." (CHUCKLES)

You got any, like, gift certificates? The wife, she, uh...

Get the hell outta here.

Sure. Okay.

Uh, say... you ever read the Bible?

What?

The Bible... (CLEARS THROAT)

you know, the big book?

All that blood made me think of it.

You know, Moses and the like.

"And God sent a plague of blood upon the land."

Better get right with the Lord.

You know what I'm... STAVROS: What did you say?

(STAMMERING)

Nothing.

Say it again.

No... What did you say to me?

Say it again! Boss, let him go.

What did you say?

Boss, he's just a damn plumber. Let him go!

(CHOKING)

He's crazy.

You're crazy!

FEMALE DISPATCH: Car 39, this is dispatch. Come in.

Yeah. Hold your horses.

(SIGHS)

Car 39, this is dispatch. Come in.

Yeah, this is 3-9, over.

Car 39, you need to follow up on a report,

murdered canine at 1301 Bird Lane. Over.

Is that a... Can you call it a murder if it's a...

Anyhoo, that's animal control's purview.

Yeah, Joe's sick. Was supposed to respond yesterday.

Claimant is super PO'd. Over.

Jeez. Come on, that guy is always sick.

What's he got, the cancer? Over.

Yeah, leukemia. Over.

Jeez. That is... That's awful. Okay.

Well, uh...

3-9, car 3-9 responding. Over and out.

(ENGINE STARTS)

One-two-five.

One-two-seven.

Okay.

Oh, jeez.

It's him.

It's him.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

Freeze! Don't...

Put your hands where I can see... where I can see 'em.

I'm just on a call.

Drop it.

Yeah, just as soon as I finish.

This is Duluth.

Package requested, Frank Peterson.

Okay, all good. See?

Put it down.

It's a new phone. Now!

Okay.

Okay, um...

turn around and put your hands on your head.

What's this all about, Officer?

You know what this is about.

Okay......

put your left hand around your, uh... the back of your...

Yeah.

Okay... now the other one... slowly.

Am I under arrest?

You're handcuffed. Of course you're under arrest.

On what charge?

It, uh...

We'll figure that out at the station.

Okay.

All right.

Back... back to the car.

(MUTTERING CURSE)

All right.

Butt first. Watch your head.

(EXHALES)

You're making a mistake.

Be quiet.

You're making a mistake.

I said quiet.

That's what you're gonna say a couple hours from now.

"You're making a mistake."

Got one.

What was he, mean to a cat?

Murder and car thievery, all right.

This fella's wanted for the triple homicide in Bemidji.

Oh, now hold on a sec.

It's like I told this young fella,

this is a boondoggle, plain and simple.

Save it, Cochise.

Now, I'm gonna ink your right hand.

Press each finger individually against the book.

If you try anything...

I can't promise you fingers won't get broke.

Okay, message received, young fella.

You won't get no pushback from me.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(MOUSE CLICKS)

What the heck?

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

Son of a...

DESK CLERK: Molly, call on two.

Yeah, Solverson.

GUS: Yeah, hey, it's Gus.

I got him. Who's this then?

Yeah, Gus Grimly. From over Duluth.

You know, we... we had the milkshakes the other...

Oh, yeah, hey. How's it goin'?

Yeah, real good.

Uh...

So, I was on patrol earlier. Responding to a 613 and...

What's that then?

(STAMMERING)

Dead dog, foul play suspected.

And I see this fella and he's standing by a van.

And it was him.

Him who?

The fella from Mr. Nygaard's car.

The driver?

Yeah, yeah, the, uh... the one I let go.

But there he was. I mean, just, you know,

just standin' there, makin' a call on his...

So what did you...

I stopped and arrested him, of course.

Arrested him?

Yeah, for the murders.

I'm looking at the guy right now.

The Lieutenant's gonna have a chat with him.

I thought you might wanna...

Yeah, yeah. Okay, I'm gettin' in my car.

Great.

I'll be there just as soon as I... Okay, then.

Yeah, I'll tell the Lieutenant to wait for you.

Thanks.

Yeah.

You're welcome.

Yeah, okay. So we've been putting in a lot of hours on the Chief,

but the weather service is trackin' a big storm.

They're looking at Wednesday night, Thursday, early a.m.

High winds, blizzard, the whole shebang.

So if you wanna make extra money plowing, see Cindy.

Same goes for traffic duty, etcetera.

But I don't want this impacting everyday doings,

so don't sign up unless your workload is cleared.

Chief, they got him.

Who? Duluth PD.

No, who'd they get?

Oh. Yeah.

Fella driving Lester's stolen car.

Deputy pulled him in an hour ago.

How come they called you?

Pardon?

You're not even on the case. How come they called you?

I just...

Well, the other day, a deputy drove down from Duluth.

And... you know, he and I talked is all.

Well, that's irregular.

They should talk to the officer in charge.

MOLLY: Yeah.

Yeah, so I was thinking I'd drive up there.

You know, talk to the suspect. On account of, you know...

I think he's the fella who put the naked guy in the trunk.

No, should be me.

You said he was driving Lester's car. That's my case.

Plus, Vern takes precedence.

Okay, but Chief...

Knutson, you're in charge till I get back.

Okie-dokie, Chief. 10-4.

(DOOR CLOSES)

LESTER: Gotta pick up a few things.

You could've waited in the car.

No, Kitty said I should...

I mean, I wanna be here for you, so...

Oh, jeez.

(SIGHS)

They just... they leave it like that?

All the blood.

Yeah, it's, uh...

You know, they gave me a number to call, a service.

Lester...

I gotta...

(MUFFLED GROAN)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Oh, yeah... oh, my...

(GROANS) No, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

What?

(GROANS)

God... damn it.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

MR. NUMBERS: Was it worth it?

Who is this?

The widow Hess.

Her husband nice and cozy in the ground.

Insurance money on the way.

And every night she puts her kitty in your face. (CHUCKLES)

A guy like you, Lester... small town, small time...

might think you won the lottery.

But I think that you need to ask yourself...

was it worth it?

Worth what?

Your life.

(LINE CLICKS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES)

Freshen you up? No, we're good.

Just the check please. Thanks.

Everything okay?

He's just not very hungry. Thanks.

Thanks.

(SNIFFS)

For Christ's sakes, man!

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT GASPS)

Seriously?

I'm not looking at you. I'm not looking at you.

You got two minutes.

Okie-dokie. Thanks a lot, sir.

(LINE RINGING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

FEMALE CLERK: Sir...

are you Don Chumph?

Uh...

Yeah.

There's a phone call for you.

A what now?

Telephone.

You can take it right here at the counter.

Hello? Do they have 'em?

Who is this?

Well, let's figure this out together.

Who knows you're at the pet store right now?

My mom?

(SIGHS)

Do I sound like your mom? Uh...

No.

Hold on.

Does your mom know why you're at the pet store right now?

She thinks I'm getting a cat.

Okay, I don't have time for this.

Do they have 'em? Yes or no.

Yeah, but only 100.

Okay.

Well, there are three other pet stores in the city, so hit 'em all.

I'm in jail. I'll be out in a few hours.

Wait... What?

Time is up.

In two hours. Come get me.

And this is the deputy who effected the arrest.

Yeah, nice work there.

He give you much of a fight?

Uh... No, sir.

Bill Oswalt's the Chief over at Bemidji.

Oh.

Molly come?

Who?

Deputy over at my office.

Sounds like your man's got a thing for her.

Lock that shit down, Grimly. This is a murder case.

Yes, sir.

So we got a name on the guy?

Yes, sir.

Driver's license says Frank Peterson and an address up in Baudette.

Peterson, eh?

(URINAL FLUSHES)

I knew a Jay Peterson once... had a dwarf arm.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

What about evidence?

Sir?

Proof of his connection to the crime.

You say you stopped him driving Lester's car?

Yes, sir, but I didn't know that it was stolen.

Why I let him go.

Yeah, but you pulled prints from the impounded vehicle?

No, sir. Techs said it was wiped clean.

Yeah.

(SIGHS) Well, we got a photo though, right?

I mean, dashboard camera from the car stop?

You know, proof he's our guy.

No, sir. My camera hasn't worked for weeks.

But Molly's got a picture. It's in the file.

She showed me. Yeah.

She did? Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, this fella.

It's kind of hard to see though.

It's grainy.

You sure this is our guy?

Yeah, yeah, no... That's our guy. I'm positive.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, I'm Lieutenant Schmidt.

This is Bill Oswalt, Chief over at Bemidji.

Yeah, Frank Peterson. I'm the minister up in Baudette.

Go Bears.

A minister?

Yeah, Baudette Lutheran. Six years now. Frank Peterson.

Before that Aberdeen.

So, you know, I'm not used to having a firearm stuck in my face,

which I know the Lord tests you in all kinds of ways,

but... ooh, partner, that's a heart-stopper.

Cut the shit.

You were pulled over Tuesday night driving a stolen car.

No, sir. I think I'd remember that.

Plus, Tuesday is bingo night at the church.

We had a full house.

Florence Nightgarden won the entire pot... if I'm not mistaken.

And we can check on that?

Oh, sure, yes, sir. You could call Florence herself.

Or Jim Avery, he's our alderman.

Deputy Grimly"

Oh, that's the fella. Deputy Grimly...

Pulled his pistol, pointed it right at me.

Thought I was gonna have a heart attack.

But, you know, after he told me

about those homicides over at Bemidji,

I thought, "Frank, I mean, you can't blame

"the guy for being a little jumpy.

"A horror show like that."

That son of a bitch!

So you're saying you weren't in Bemidji last week?

If I show your picture around, no one would recognize you?

Me? No, sir.

I have a cousin who lived in Bemidji

back in the '90s, out near Leech Lake.

But he moved to Anchorage in '03.

I said, "What, Minnesota's not cold enough for you?"

(LAUGHS) We had a good laugh about that.

Also, you're saying you weren't pulled over for speeding?

No, sir.

I'm a cautious driver by nature...

on account of my eyesight.

Glaucoma they say it is, only in the one eye.

But you can't be too careful.

That's what I tell my parishioners.

Deputy Grimly... Forgiveness,

that's the heart of the good book.

Turn the other cheek, second chances. Amen.

So, no, I don't hold a grudge against the deputy.

Though I'm lucky I had my nitroglycerin pills with me,

I'll tell you. Uffda.

Okay. Well, sit tight. (EXHALES)

We're gonna make some calls, check your story.

You just... just pick a name out of the phone book.

Everybody up there knows me.

SCHMIDT: Yeah.

So, uh... looks like a call was placed

to your motel from the victim's house

the night Pearl Nygaard was killed.

You said that on the phone.

Right.

So... you remember any seedy types checking in last week?

Possible... with a head injury?

I thought on it on the way over.

There was a fella checked in around then, had a bump on his head.

Gave me guff when I asked him if he had any pets.

Oh, yeah?

Is it... this fella maybe?

BOY: Yeah.

That's him.

You don't sound too happy about it.

Well, he just wasn't very nice is all.

I brought my book, like you asked.

Fella paid cash, I think.

But I make everyone put their name in the ledger.

There you go.

Okay, yeah.

(READING NAME)

Say... you remember finding anything odd when you cleaned his room?

What do you mean "odd"?

Like... out of the ordinary. Memorable, I guess.

Well, he had some tokens from over the Lucky Penny.

(CHUCKLES)

You don't say.

Okay.

All right. Thank you.

SCHMIDT: All right, then. Well, it looks like

he's a pretty well-respected member of the community up there.

We just had to call and verify. Thanks for your time.

MAN: Yeah.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Grimly.

MOLLY: Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all day.

Thought you were comin'.

Tried. Are you in the room?

Yeah, they just talked to him.

Why not you?

Me? No, I do animal control mostly.

Listen, I got a name for the suspect.

Lorne Malvo. He used it to check into a motel.

Lorne Malvo, huh?

They're.. they're comin' out. I'll call you back.

Sorry again for the confusion, Pastor.

Just glad nobody got hurt.

You're lettin' him go?

Desk duty, two weeks.

Now, just a... Three weeks.

For Pete...

You're making a mistake.

SCHMIDT: Grimly, with me now.

You pointed your service weapon at a civilian.

No, a damn minister on a public street.

No evidence, no fingerprints, nothin'.

What about the picture?

What, that Zapruder film in the file? (SCOFFS)

Hell, son, that could be a photo of my momma for all I know.

No, no, it's him.

I know it's him. Negatory.

We checked his story. It tracks.

He's lying!

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

You have a blessed day.

How can you do that?

What's that, son?

Just... just lie like that.

I sure hope you catch that fella

who killed all those people.

I'll be praying on it.

Lorne Malvo.

Did you know the human eye can see

more shades of green than any other color?

What?

I said did you know that the human eye can see

more shades of green than any other color?

My question for you is why?

Now just hold on.

When you figure out the answer to my question...

then you'll have the answer to yours.

Where are they?

In the back.

Can't you hear? It's driving me crazy.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah? MAN: Yeah, Mr. Nygaard?

This is Dave from Duluth impound.

Yeah, I'm gonna pick her up probably Friday.

No, sir, I'm supposed to tell you your car's not ready yet.

What do you mean?

It's... Forensic team's lookin' at it.

Forensic? Yes, sir. Just routine,

but I can't release the car to you till they release it to me.

So, I'll call you when it's done, okay? Bye, now.

MR. NUMBERS: Hey, Lester.

(SCREAMS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(WOMAN MOANING OVER COMPUTER SPEAKER)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(PANTING)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

I'm in a meeting.

LESTER: Chaz?

I said I'm in a meeting.

Chaz, it's... it's Lester.

Look, I think I might be in a bit of trouble here.

When are you not in...

What kind of trouble?

Well, I'm...

I'm in the trunk of a car.

What?

A car. In... in the trunk.

You're in the trunk of your car?

No, not my car. It's... it's these two fellas.

You see, the thing...

I think I may have been kidnapped is the thing.

What? Yeah.

They got me... in the trunk.

Uh-huh.

I... I don't really know where we're goin'.

Did you say you got kidnapped?

Lester, where are you?

I'll call the cops.

No, no, no. Don't... don't call the...

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) Yeah, it's just a...

I'm prankin' you.

What? Yeah.

Remember, how we used to... You know, practical jokes and all.

Well... you're it!

You're an asshole.

(MOANING CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(GROANS)

Come on. Come on.

There you go.

Come on.

Let's go.

(GRUNTING)

(DRILL WHIRRING)

You're gonna say it.

"I, Lester Nygaard..." You're gonna say it.

"I, Lester Nygaard..."

I, Lester Nygaard...

Louder.

Louder! I, Lester Nygaard...

"Killed..." No. No, you see, I did not kill...

Lester, you're gonna say it. One way or the other.

Okay, all right? Mmm-hmm.

"Killed Sam Hess."

That's not true.

I didn't kill him.

Yes, you did.

No, I didn't. Okay, then who was it?

It was a man. Who's the man?

The man...

Who? Who's him? Who... who is him?

It was the guy...

What? Who? What guy?

The guy... (SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

I need... I need...

Is this your car, sir? What?

Is this your car?

No, no.

I need... a ride back to town.

Not a taxi service, sir. What?

I said we're not a taxi... Please, I just... I just need...

Just give me a damn ride! (GROANS)

Oh!

Heck, sir.

Now I gotta arrest you. Good, good. Let's go.

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

Oh, jeez! Thanks.

Okay.

Jeez.

(RADIO CLICKS ON)

Yeah, this is car 3108.

Coming in with a 313.

MALE DISPATCH: Copy, 3108.

Yeah, guy punched me.

(CLOCK TICKING LOUDLY)

(GRINDING TEETH)

(PUNCHING CALCULATOR KEYS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Knock, for Christ's sake.

How many times?

Not now.

Not now!

Look, I wanna talk about Mom.

I said not now.

You're not being very nice.

"Nice"?

You think you go down to the car dealership

and buy a car with "nice"?

You think the girls at the titty bar care about "nice"?

It's kill or be killed, son.

(WHIMPERING)

(CONTINUES WHIMPERING)

Are you crying?

No.

(SNIFFLES)

(INSECT CHIRPING)

Don't.

(WHIMPERS)

Kill or be killed.

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

WOMAN: (SCREAMING) Help, get it off! Get it off of me!

Dad, what's happening?

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

God!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

DON: (DISGUISED VOICE) We demand one million in unmarked bills.

We'll call tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. with the drop instructions.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Remember, God is watching. (LINE CLICKS)

Was that him?

God is real.

(INDISTINCT SPORT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER TV)

Bartender...

(CLEARS THROAT)

I tend... to have a beer and then a little tequila guy.

Looks like you already had a few.

Well, then, they're working. Right?

What are you lookin' at?

You know, I'll tell you something.

I will put... your eye out! (GLASS SHATTERS)

(PATRONS GASP) What?

(GRUNTING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

I was about to send a search party.

Yeah, sorry.

Cindy said Bill's on his way back. What happened?

Well... they let him go. Malvo.

Yeah, he had an alibi. It checked out.

But... it's him.

How do you know?

'Cause I said the name, Lorne Malvo,

and he stopped and he looked at me real funny.

And then he said, like, a riddle.

What's that about a riddle?

Like... how come the human eye can see

more shades of green than any other color?

'Cause of predators.

Used to be we were monkeys, right?

And in the woods, in the jungle, everything's green.

So, in order to not get eaten by panthers and bears and the like,

we had to be able to see them, you know, grass and trees and such.

Predators.

So what do we do now?

Lester.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

Can I get, like, a phone call? And a...

and a chicken pot pie?

Sleep it off, rummies.

(LOCK CLICKS)