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WOMAN: Precedently on Fargo...

Lester, is this what you want?

Yes.

(SCREAMING)

MALVO: See you later, Lester.

Okay. Get dressed.

Lester, are you okay?

Oh!

Vegas PD is gonna send over some pictures

from the hotel security camera.

So don't leave town for a while.

I may have some more questions.

Ready to go?

What? I thought we weren't gonna go.

Acapulco, here we come.

Do you think you could run in?

The passports are in the safe.

There's some cash in there too.

It's cold out there.

You're sweet.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is this what you want?

Anywhere you like.

Thanks.

Just you? Uh, no.

There's, uh... It'll be two of us.

Linda's just... Grabbing something over by the shop.

She dropped me off, said, "Order the grilled cheese."

So I guess two of those.

And to drink?

A beer'd change things for the better.

Yeah, family place, I'm afraid.

Oh, okay... Two ginger ales then.

And I'll... I'm gonna use the bathroom.

Free with the meal. Right.

MAN: That's the... Hey, how you doing?

Oh, hi.

How are you?

WOMAN: Boy, he sure looks different.

MAN: Yeah.

He's a successful guy.

WOMAN: Good for him.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

WOMAN: Bemidji Police.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, I... I'd like to report shots fired.

WOMAN: Sir, this is a non-emergency number. You should've dialed 911.

Over on Elk and Third.

Gunshots. Real loud. Oh.

Like about... 10 seconds ago.

Sounded like they'd come from inside one of the shops.

Okay. Sir?

(SIGHS)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

Grilled cheese coming right up.

That's great, thanks. Linda's just...

She dropped me off, grabbed something over at the shop.

Said she had to pick something up.

Yeah, you said that.

Want me to keep hers warm till she gets here?

Oh, yeah. That's... Although...

Like I said, she should be any second now.

You know... There was a fella in here earlier, asking about you.

About me?

Yeah, uh... Silver-hair, little goatee.

Said he went by your old house, but you moved.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, we got the house up on...

(STAMMERS) What did he... What did you tell him?

Said if he wanted to leave a number, I'd give it to you.

He couldn't see his way clear to it, so we left it at that.

Can't say I much liked his demeanor.

Well... Sorry for the bother.

No bother.

Thought you ought to know.

LINDA: We're going to Acapulco.

(SIREN WAILING)

Oh, my God.

Nothing good's gonna come outta that.

Right.

I don't. HOST: You want a million dollars in your case.

I want a million. It's all right. Four more cases.

WOMAN: Three. MAN: Three.

Take the money, right?

Forget that. I say go for it.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it. I got it. (GRUNTS)

(CRUNCHING)

Solverson.

Wait. What?

The other one now?

Jeez.

Where's Lester?

Okay, put out an APB. I'm getting my coat.

What's that now?

Someone killed the second Mrs. Nygaard.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Hey, you didn't have to come.

Now we both know that's not true.

Okay.

Poor thing.

A head shot, I think. I didn't look too close.

Yeah.

She's wearing his coat.

Meaning?

Meaning maybe it's not Linda who's supposed to be lying here.

LESTER: Let me through!

Oh, Lester. Mr. Nygaard.

Oh. jeez!

Yeah, go over here. Yeah, let's get him to sit down.

Oh! Jeez! What? Come on.

(SIGHS)

That's right. Sit down. Okay.

Sit down. Here we go. Sit.

This is not happening. This is not possible.

Mr. Nygaard, I have to ask you where you're coming from.

I just...

I was over waiting at the restaurant, drinking ginger ale.

Your dad was keeping her grilled cheese warm,

and I'm just waiting there. I can't understand.

She said she had to pick some papers up.

This is... Not possible. This is impossible.

Lester, is there any way that...

Do you think that this is connected to Las Vegas?

The murders we talked about earlier?

What are you saying?

A repercussion for what you saw, maybe?

Uh...

She's wearing your coat, the wife. Molly saw that, so...

What do you mean she's wearing my coat? What does that mean?

Well, she...

Her coat got a rip. Sol...

Oh, wait. Uh, you think...

You're say...

I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna be sick.

No, Lester. If you throw up, then I'm gonna.

We gotta get him outta here.

Okay, Mr. Nygaard, we're gonna take you down to the station now.

Yeah. Ask you a lot of questions...

Timeline, et cetera. Okay?

Yeah, whatever you think is best.

Thank you.

Uh, wait, do you...

Do you think... Can I just... Say goodbye?

Well, this is an active crime scene. So...

Of course you can, Lester.

You go ahead. And take your time.

(SIGHS)

MOLLY: Mr. Nygaard.

Can't have you touching the body, sir.

(SOFTLY) I know...

Of course not. I'm sorry. I'm just so...

I understand. Come on. Come away now.

Okay? Yeah.

That's right. Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

MAN: (ON RADIO) 6-12 to base. Chief says send the bus.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Roger that, 6-12. I'll let them know.

Base to Emergency One. Chief says send the bus to 1381 Elk.

MOLLY: (ON RADIO) 6-13 to base. I'm inbound with the husband.

We'll need Interview One.

WOMAN: Roger that, 6-13.

MOLLY: (ON RADIO) 6-13 to base.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Yeah, go ahead, Molly.

MOLLY: (ON RADIO) Also, someone should wake those FBI boys.

They're over at Leroy's. Tell 'em we got developments.

They should meet me at the station.

WOMAN: Roger that, 6-13. We'll scoop 'em up.

(SNORING)

We're awake, right?

Who?

Us.

You're asking if we're awake. Me and you?

Yeah, I was just...

You know, sometimes you're in the middle of a dream...

Do you say everything that comes to your head?

I got him in Interview One. Also, they just called from the scene.

Looks like the wife had plane tickets in her pocket.

Mexico. Uh-oh.

This could be a dream.

What's he saying?

Coroner's saying a single shot from close up.

Said they found feathers in her... Head from her hood.

They were stuck in...

So... Execution style.

I should have said something earlier.

You heard what happened? More than heard.

Saw the prowlers scream by.

Lester was sitting not 10 feet away, eating a grilled cheese.

Any chance you can put an exact time on his arrival?

Not down to the minute, but...

That's not why I'm...

You remember you came by with those FBI fellas earlier?

And I was looking out the glass?

With a peculiar look on your face? Yeah.

Well, there was a fella in just before you got there...

And he was asking about Lester.

What?

Yeah, I'm a fool for not saying...

He was maybe mid-50s... Upscale looking.

Silver-hair, brushed back... With a goatee.

Drove a red BMW.

This fella?

Not unless he changed his whole...

Although, maybe...

Drove a red BMW, you said?

Yeah.

Molly? Uh, we're going in.

Dad, I gotta go.

Well, there's two ways of looking at it.

The first is you gotta.

The second is you don't.

Will you... Call home for me?

Let Gus know that...

Tell him it's gonna be all night.

Oh, screw that. I'm getting my gun, is what I'm doing.

Go sit on the front porch... Make sure my granddaughter's safe.

You're a good man.

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Lester, is this what you want?

(GRUNTING)

WOMAN: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

(LATCH CLICKING)

Is she... Bill...

Tell me she's not still lying there

and everyone's just stepping over her.

Mr. Nygaard, these fellas are from the FBI.

The... The what? Is this...

Come on, I told you. I didn't see nothing.

All I did was get on an elevator.

We're not here about Las Vegas, sir.

Well, we are and we aren't.

Um, okay.

We're here...

About him.

Based on the hustle of the deputy, we have a name for him.

Lorne Malvo.

Uh, Bill?

Answer the question.

Um, yeah, I'm now asking for a lawyer. This is for the record.

He's changed his look, hasn't he?

I'm done answering your... (STAMMERING)

You've obviously...

Made up your mind that I'm some kind of...

And I'm... I'm not...

My wife is dead!

And... There are arrangements to see to.

So... You can either lock me up or let me go.

He's not gonna stop.

You know that, right?

(CHUCKLES) A man like that...

May be not even a man.

Hey there.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

I mean, it's...

7:00 in the morning and you're sitting

on my front porch with a shotgun.

There is some consensus this Malvo fella may be back.

Where's Molly?

Left her at the precinct last night.

Had Lester Nygaard in custody... About to talk to him.

I'm going after her. Keep an eye on Greta.

Believe me, I mean to.

Okay, so the plan is, we fan out.

Prowlers on all the main roads looking for Malvo.

Encircle the town, in other words. Uh, there's... Yeah?

Well, there are three main roads.

So actually... More of a triangle.

Hmm.

There's photos of the suspect in your packets.

We hear he might have changed his look though.

So silver hair now, brushed back, possibly a goatee.

Uh, drives a red BMW, possibly stolen.

The FBI is sending a team.

And in the meantime, the two original agents

are staking out Lester's house.

Molly, Gus on one.

Yeah, I'll be out there with you coordinating maneuvers. So...

Pass those out for me? Thanks.

Yeah, hon. GUS: Hey, I've been calling.

Yeah, I know, sorry. It's been...

Is it true? Is he back?

Yeah, I just finished briefing the guys. So...

We tried to crack Lester, but he wouldn't flinch.

So the plan is, now we're gonna use him as bait...

GUS: Molly.

Yeah, so things are real busy here, hon.

Look, hon.

Don't, okay? I gotta ask you not to...

Don't go out there. You personally, don't go looking for...

It's my job.

Yeah, I know. And you're amazing and the best.

And I have no doubt that if you wanted, you could handcuff Al Capone.

But some days, sometimes, you get forces you can't control.

Bad luck, you know?

Bad luck.

Yeah, and this is all...

If it really is him, Malvo, I just...

With everything we've been working for, you know...

Our family and... Gus.

And I know it's not fair. It's not.

It's your job, and I'm just a mailman.

But you've got a precinct full of cops.

And the FBI is there. So I just...

Bottom line, I can't make her go to another funeral, you know?

Yeah.

Okay, don't worry. I'll just...

Yeah, I'll run things from here.

Okay. Good... Good.

I'm in the car. I'm coming over.

No, don't. That's not...

No, just go home. Be with our girl.

Hey, is my dad there?

Yeah, yeah... On the porch with a shotgun.

(CHUCKLING)

Gotta love a man who keeps his word, right?

So you promise?

Yeah, I won't leave the building

until they call and tell me he's surrounded.

No... Until he's dead.

I'll call you in a little bit, okay?

So it's decided. FBI fellas are gonna call for backup.

We're gonna take Lester home, sit on the house,

see if we can't draw this Malvo fella out.

You okay, Chief?

(SIGHS)

Hanging it up after this.

What's that?

I quit... ls what I'm saying.

Don't got the stomach for it.

Not like some.

Wearing the badge, seeing the lengths people are capable of.

The inhumanity.

(SIGHS)

Whatever happened to... Saying good morning to your neighbors?

And shoveling their walk and bringing in each other's toters?

Well... Still goes on.

Yeah, but... Not the same.

I used to have positive opinions

about the world, you know, about people.

Used to think the best.

Now I'm... Looking over my shoulder.

"An unquiet mind." That's what the wife calls it.

The job has got me staring into the fireplace... Drinking.

I never wanted to be the type to think

big thoughts about the nature of things and...

All I ever wanted was... A stack of pancakes and a V-8.

So I'm recommending that you take over as Chief.

I... I appreciate that, but I... No, no.

You're the real deal.

You got the instincts and the disposition.

I didn't see it before, but now...

And Vern saw it. I know that.

So I'm hoping that after you have the baby,

you'll come back here and... Take things over.

Well, I... I will think about that. I will.

I gotta talk to Gus, so...

(SIGHS)

So, uh... You're okay with the plan then?

Call in the cavalry and set a trap.

Yeah... We're a small-time force.

We're not equipped for, you know... Urban warfare.

Most of these guys can't shoot a can off a fence.

Okay.

Chin up, Chief.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

Police? MAN: Uh, yes,

this is FBI main. I'm looking for my agents.

WOMAN: Yeah...

They're with a suspect. I could interrupt.

You want Pepper or Budge?

Uh, negatory. Don't interrupt.

Just tell them to call home when they're done.

WOMAN: FBI?

Operations.

WOMAN: Passcode?

Uh, six-one-alpha-theta-nine.

WOMAN: Transferring.

MAN: Operations.

Uh, yes, this is Agent Budge.

We've hit a dead end out here. So we're gonna be heading back.

MAN: Say again?

Dead end, heading back.

MAN: Hold on. Didn't you just call looking for backup?

Yeah, my partner, he kind of jumped the gun on that one.

But looks like local PD has it under control.

So we're gonna just pack and blow.

MAN: Whatever. Get your shit straight.

Cancelling backup.

(DOOR OPENS)

Help you, sir?

I hope so. I got my eye on this one.

Oh, she's a beaut, that's for sure.

V-8 engine... Only 22,000 miles on her.

I like it 'cause it looks like an undercover vehicle.

Like an FBI car.

Well, sir, I guess she does.

Never thought about it.

Even got the long antenna on the back.

Mind if we take a test drive?

Well... Well, we're not officially open yet.

But I don't see why not. Hold on, I'll grab the keys.

Shotgun.

(REVVING)

Okay... So we're letting you go.

About time.

Yeah, and so the FBI fellas, they're gonna drive you home.

Not necessary. I can call a cab.

Yeah. Well, like I said, we're letting you go,

but at the same time a wanted fugitive has been spotted in town.

And we think he's got intentions towards you. So...

The ride home's not really optional.

Well, they're not coming in the house.

Sure. Okay. We can play it that way.

But they're still gonna stick around for a while,

keep an eye on things.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You know... I'm not sure

what it is that you've had against me since day one, but, um...

lam not the person you think I am, this... This kind of monster.

There was a fellow once... Running for a train.

And he's carrying a pair of gloves, this man.

He drops a glove on the platform... But he doesn't notice.

And then later on... Uh, inside the train, he's sitting by the window,

and he realizes that he's just got this one glove left.

But the train's already started pulling out of the station, right?

So what does he do?

He opens the window...

And he drops the other glove onto the platform.

That way... Whoever finds the first glove...

Can just have the pair.

So... What are you telling me?

Goodbye, Mr. Nygaard.

Goodbye, Deputy.

I didn't do this, you know...

Any of it.

That deputy... Boy... She's got a thing for me.

So, Lester, say you had a boat. No.

Say you've got a boat

and you've got a fox, a rabbit and a cabbage.

Now, you can only row one of them across the river at a time.

Now, you could take the cabbage,

but then the fox would eat the rabbit.

Or you can take the fox, but the rabbit would eat the cabbage.

What are you asking? Same thing on the other side.

You could leave the rabbit there alone,

but... What happens when you bring the fox over

and go back for the cabbage?

Forget it.

My partner doesn't know what he's talking about.

I already told you, just eat all three of them.

Can I only row them across in one direction?

No, no. Either way.

Well then... You row the rabbit across,

and the fox won't eat the cabbage.

Then you go back for the fox... And when you drop him off,

you put the rabbit back in the boat and go get the cabbage.

Only this time, you leave the rabbit behind

and then you row the cabbage back across.

Again, the fox will not eat the cabbage

and then you... Go back for the rabbit.

That's it.

See? That wasn't so hard.

We feel we need to say again

that your life may be in danger.

Like a lot of danger.

So we're gonna sit right here for a bit. Keep an eye on things.

Free country, isn't it?

(SIGHS)

(DOOR SHUTTING)

(SIGHS)

Thanks. Yeah.

(SIGHS)

You were police once... Molly says.

State cop...

18 years.

Took a bullet in the hip on a traffic stop...

Retired full pension.

You ever do this before... Stand guard?

One other time... Winter of 1979...

Minus 4 degrees.

Sat on a dark porch from dusk till dawn.

Your step-mom was inside sleeping...

Four years old.

Who did you think was coming?

Wasn't a question of "who," more like "what."

Did it come?

Not that night... But soon after.

(SIGHS)

What are you planning to do with that?

If he comes... I'll put his eye out.

You can finish him off.

That's my girl.

OFFICER: Yeah, so car 18, checking in... Over on Bear Patch.

Pretty quiet, huh?

Okay, 18, keep your eyes peeled. Over.

Hey, car 6, anything?

Hey, this is car 6 out on 71.

I had a pickup with an unsecured load.

All quiet otherwise.

Yeah, roger that, 6.

Keep me posted, okay?

I'm gonna run over to Lester's.

Uh, but give a shout when the other FBI rolls up.

You think it's safe?

For me, I'm saying...

Here... With that fella out there.

I mean, everyone else is gone.

Yeah, maybe lock the door.

(SIGHS)

You still think this is a dream?

What? This.

Today? No.

What if my whole life has been a dream?

Yeah, but whose dream is it?

Heads up.

What do you think?

Could be our backup.

FBI, step out of the car!

Out of the car! Now!

Let me see your hands!

His hands are taped.

I'm sorry.

This is a dream.

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

Please...

I got a little girl.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Gosh.

What?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

LESTER: Police? Yeah, I need the police please.

Yes, it's an emergency.

This is Lester Nygaard, you gotta...

I think the...

You need to send somebody.

I need help now. I need you to come.

Please!

My... Lester Nygaard.

Please... Just hurry up!

I'm upstairs in the bathroom. There's no lock on the door.

Oh, God! You've gotta hurry.

(CLANGING)

Ow! Ow!

(GRUNTS)

Oh, shit!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTING)

God damn it.

(EXHALES)

(GROANS)

GUS: I figured it out.

Good for you.

Your riddle... Shades of green... I figured it out.

And?

(COUGHING)

(GASPING)

(COUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Open it.

MALVO: Yeah? LESTER: Yeah.

Yeah, it's... It's... It's me. It's Lester.

Uh, she's... My wife... My wife, she's...

Oh, hell!

Look, I think I...

She's in the basement dead and...

Look, I'm freaking out here. I don't know what to do.

Lester, have you been a bad boy?

Uh! Jeez.

Yeah, I took the hammer and...

Look, can you come over? I'm on Willow Creek Drive, number 613.

MALVO: Sure, Lester. I'll be right there.

(SNOWMOBILE WHIRRING)

(SIGHS)

MAN: I think that's him.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

LESTER: Oh, no.

Get after him! Come on!

(GRUNTING)

MAN: Stop! It's not safe!

Hey, come back! It's too dangerous!

MAN: Stop!

(ICE CRACKING)

(GRUNTS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Solverson.

Are you sure?

Okay, well... Let me know what the divers turn up.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

Take the money, right?

No, I say go for it.

What'd I miss?

The lady brought a list... And Dad's being a wuss again.

No, stop it!

Scooch over, you.

Hey, so I... I got a call today.

They're gonna give me a citation for bravery.

You?

Come on, you're afraid of spiders.

Buzz Aldrin was afraid of spiders and he went into space.

Proud of you, hon.

They really should be giving it to you.

No.

No, this is your deal.

I get to be Chief.