All language subtitles for Fargo (2014) - S03E07 - The Law of Inevitability (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence).eng.track2

Shit.

For creatures to
attack predators.

The millipede does
possess glands

that produce highly
toxic chemicals.

The female millipede,
sensing danger,

emits her secret weapon,

cyanide.

Her attacker gasps
its last breath.

Housekeeping.

Mrs. Curtis.

No! No! No! No! No!

- No! No! No! No!
- Here.

Ah! Speak of the devil.

Here's the headhunter
himself, as promised.

Sorry. Sorry.

All right. Told her

- you were reviewing the court release.
- Huh?

- The...
- Oh. Yeah.

So...

Is it Mrs. Goldfarb, or...

- My friends call me Ruby.
- Ruby.

That's swell. I could use a drink.
Anybody else?

We're drinking Rose.

Old-fashioned on the rocks.

Sy tells me you're
in self-storage.

Me and my late husband.
We started in mortuaries.

Ah, just another kind of
storage, I suppose.

That's what my
tovaldt used to say.

Both good businesses. Steady.

Mmm. Heck,
maybe we should be buying you out.

- Oh...
- Uh...

Well, now, emmit...

I know, I know.
That's not the plan.

But... thanks. Heck,

you don't get where I am
by sticking to the plan.

- Hmm.
- To new friends.

New friends.

He's dead,
in case you couldn't tell.

Lady cop who printed you
said you're a little tender.

Around the middle, maybe?

Got some bruises.

See, I'm a simple guy.

When it snows, I put on boots.
Sun comes out, I wear shades.

I see a girl like you
and a guy like that,

I think, "now,
how's a working man"

"with hillbilly hair
and a beer belly"

"land miss state
penitentiary 2010?"

And then I get the record.

I see the girl has got
18 months' probation

and the guy with his
head half cut off

was the shlub who
signed the forms.

Now it starts to make sense.

I mean,
stop me if I get it wrong,

if this wasn't some
kind of tit-for-tat

handjob-gets-you-work-release
program...

If it was, whatever.
Love story of the century.

No? That's what I thought.

See? Simple things.

Cause and effect,
crime and punishment.

Mash a potato,
you know what you get?

Mashed potatoes.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah? Well, that's a mistake.

Think it through.

The evidence, shared domicile,

you, a known felon,
spinning a web of lies.

History of domestic violence
with a beer-drinking loser.

You don't have to
be a mathematician

to add two plus two.

No. Your best bet? Tearjerker.

What a monster he was.

How he beat you every night
where it wouldn't show.

Okay. We're done.

I'll leave the picture,

in case you're the type of girl

who likes to take
pride in her work.

This can't be good, right?

Should I start, or...

Is she mine?

No, you got the other one.

Okay,
here's what's gonna happen.

St. cloud homicide's
gonna handle this case,

and you're both
gonna go back to...

What'd you do?

Traffic enforcement.

- Traffic enforcement.
- Yes, sir.

Gloria burgle,
chief of the Eden valley police.

For about another week.

Eight days, yes, sir,
including Christmas,

which,
you might be surprised to hear,

is a pretty busy day for

misdemeanor infractions
in Eden valley,

mostly surrounding
too much eggnog

and a class c motor vehicle.

Is she kidding?

She likes to think
she's a smart one.

Anyhoo,
given the preciousness of time,

I'd like to talk to the
suspect, Nikki swango,

preferably right now.

I just talked to her.

Which, I'm sure,
was enlightening for her,

but without all
the proper nuance.

See, I got a paper
grid that lays out

all the inter-related parties

delineating their personal

and professional
relationship to the murders.

It's a substantial document.

"Murders," plural?

- No.
- Yes, sir. Three so far.

The first victim being
ennis stussy of Eden valley,

which, again, is my purview.

Ennis, a green grocer,

was suffocated by Maurice lefay,

a, last I checked, resident of St.
cloud

and repeat offender
who was on probation

under the supervision
of ray stussy,

our current victim.

Maurice lefay,
in case you were wondering,

also died under
mysterious circumstances,

making him victim number three.

Allegedly.

And at the heart of the case

is what we believe
to be a rivalry

between ray stussy and his
brother, emmit,

the parking lot
king of Minnesota.

I know who emmit stussy is.

Then you can understand
how a rich man like that,

pillar of the community,

might be targeted
by his younger,

less successful brother.

A brother with
possibly shaky morals

and access to wily
criminal elements.

Unfortunately, Ray's plan,

as far as I can tell,
went off the rails,

resulting in the death
of my random stussy

and the reason I'm
sitting here today.

Only an intellectual could
believe something so stupid.

Well, sirs, as you'll see if
you try working the angles,

the alternatives
make even less sense.

Especially given
the new victim...

Uh...

Get back to traffic enforcement.

Yes, sir.

And you,
I got no jurisdiction over you,

but this is St.
cloud Metro's case now.

So, if we need you or your grid,

we'll give you a holler.

- Sir...
- You're dismissed.

Wait for me outside.

Guess that's it then.

We need to find emmit.
Try his office or at home.

Tell him ray died under
suspicious circumstance,

Gauge his reaction.

Are you sure? That's...

I'm gonna brace the girlfriend,

try to get some answers. Go.

Either you're on vacation
till the handover,

take some time to grieve,
be with your family,

merry Christmas, all that,

or start looking
for another job.

Happy holidays, sir.

That's what I thought.

Whoo!
I tell ya, they got me running

six different directions today.

- How you doing?
- Form.

Yeah, I'm supposed to talk to
swango, looks like, Nikki.

Form.

I don't...

Nobody told me I needed a...

Is that an interview request
form, or...

It's the blue one.

See the shift sergeant.
One floor up.

You know, is there any way?

I was supposed to be
out of here an hour ago,

Christmas Eve and all that.
My boy at home. He's 12.

I think I got a
picture here somewhere.

One flight up, you said?
All right.

Nope.

Nope.

Oh, maybe.

Yeah, right, Donny,
like you got a chance there.

Yeah, Eden valley police.
What can I...

Oh, yeah? Jeez.

Did they take anything,

or you just think
it's vandalism?

Okay, hang tight.
There in a jiff.

Ah, god dang it!

Firing on all cylinders
today, mashman.

Hello?

Uh, sir?
You're not supposed to be in here.

Shh.

Uh, you can't be in here, sir.
Library is closed.

You're here.

Well, sir, I work
here, so that's...

I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.

Sir?

You're gonna have to leave.

I just did.

What?

You asked, then I left.

I'm not here.

Well, that's... I see you.

You think you see me.

But your eyes are lying.

That's...

Sir, in another three minutes,
we're gonna have a real...

You should think of
what you're doing.

Man, alone,
in a room full of books,

talking to himself.

In my country we call
such people bezumets.

Or maybe you think
I'm your conscience.

How's that story,
the ghost of Christmas past?

I...

You came back for a
reason, I'm thinking.

The gun.

It's there on the counter.

Pick it up, your gun.

Now go.

You don't seem like a guy
who's ready to retire.

Well, you know,
sy thinks it's time.

That's funny.
He said that you...

We're both ready.
We agreed this was

the way to...
Quit while we're ahead.

What's the saying?

"If you love
something, let it go."

"If it comes back, it's yours."

"If it doesn't,
hunt it down and kill it."

Is the version I heard.

You can see why I'm
usually the negotiator.

There's something...
You've got a...

Oh.

That's just...
must be some red wine from lunch.

Mmm.

Any more questions on the business?
Projections?

No, it was real thorough,
your presentation.

My front office guy took
a look at your numbers

and he said your
books really sing.

Mmm. Well then,
I say we call it a night.

And I'll get our attorney
started on the paperwork.

Sy said your husband died.

That's not...
We don't need to...

That's okay. No.

My tovaldt, it'll be a year in
may, he passed.

- Do you have a... oh.
- Stella.

Twenty-five years.
She left last week. Sex tape.

Not a real one, of course.

I mean, it was a real sex tape,

just not my, you know...

Forgery, to the end of
securing a payout which...

You know,
that's the price of it,

I guess, being rich.

- I don't know.
- Enemies, I'm saying.

Not at first.
First come the well-wishers

with their fake smiles.

Then the richer you get,

here come the deadbeats
with their hands out...

You know,
it's getting pretty late.

And then the jackals,
laughing in the dark,

trying to pick the
meat off your bones.

Check, please!

Money is a blessing and a curse.

No, don't blame money.
It's people.

Mmm.

Sore losers making up
stories how we're villains,

the dreamers, the hard workers,

in the office before
dawn, toiling, saving,

like ebenezer
scrooge and the like.

Have you heard of
the vile Maxim?

No.

"All for ourselves and
nothing for other people"

"is the vile Maxim of
the masters of mankind."

You think a rich man wrote that?

No, it was the others.

The grubby hands
outside the glass,

trying to get in,

putting their filthy peckers...

What the Christ?

This is bordering
on harassment now.

What's happening?

Uh, nothing.
Just a misunderstanding.

Excuse me for a moment.

You remind me a
little of my husband.

You two would've gotten
along really well.

Sir.

It's ray.

Mr. Stussy, your brother...

I've been here since 6:00.

Huh?

Just been sitting here all
night, gabbing.

Sy'll tell you. Business.

Or more social I guess,
I had a few drinks.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry to say

your brother, I'm
afraid, he's deceased.

We found his body
earlier this evening.

Raymond.

Yes, sir,
I'm sorry for your loss.

It's that girlfriend,
the criminal.

You should bring her
in, put the cuffs on.

If anyone had motive...

Motive for what, sir?
I never said...

We're upset.
Alcohol's been shared...

I just meant if...

Are you saying he
had a heart attack?

Uh... no, sir,
we're thinking foul play.

See? I told you that
girl was no good.

Some kind of a black widow,
using my brother to get...

Sir...

We're upset.

It's big news.

A beloved brother
dying suddenly?

Any kind of statement
you need from us,

talk to Bruce lipshitz at
green, Greene and gruene.

If you don't mind me
asking, Mr. Stussy,

when was the last time
that you saw your brother?

Like I said,
call Bruce lipshitz...

We've been here all night.

Otherwise,
thank you for the information.

We're devastated, obviously.
He was a real Saint, ray.

Troubled, but, you
know, he meant well.

He was my brother.

I'm gonna take my
friend home now.

Yeah.

Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.
He was acting...

Kind of weird.

- Excuse me, ma'am.
- Hold on.

Officer winnie Lopez, St.
cloud Metro.

I'm wondering if you
might have a minute

to answer a few questions.

I'll call kitson in the morning,

assuming you wanna Bury
ray in the family plot.

And I don't need to
know where you...

I'll talk to the widow,

circle back,
in case the cops wanna...

You got there at
6:00, like you said.

You think this was him, varga?

After what happened to Irv,

trying to get to
you, keep us from...

What's your angle here?

- My...
- Your angle.

You don't think it's
funny, the timing?

Ray coming to the
party, demanding money,

him and his girl,
with us in the black,

and how he gained access
to my safety deposit box?

- I don't...
- Not to mention

things you said to me.

Accusations, you might
say, about ermentraub

and who it was
that urged caution

as opposed to rushing in.

Blaming me, in other words.

I was thinking,
maybe you and ray...

What?

You and ray.

Me and ray?

Is that what he's telling you?
Varga?

- 'Cause that's just crazy.
- Is it?

You really think i'm...

In the face of all logic,
that somehow I decided, me,

the partner in a multi-million
dollar corporation,

that I decided to
what, turn on you?

Join forces with
your leptard brother

and his syphilitic floozy,

so I could turn
millions into thousands?

What's the math there?

I'm sorry. I just...

No. I know.

It's been a long...
The pressure I'm under...

Now this.

No, we both feel it.

Not knowing who to trust.

Me.

You can always trust me.

Which is why I'm more
convinced now than ever,

we gotta hit the
eject button here

on the whole...
Take the money and run.

The widow goldfarb.

And I know you got
reservations about

selling and putting
her in harm's way,

a bystander,

but I really think this is...
What choice do we have?

We're fighting for
our lives here.

Meat from the bones.

You want me to call Stella?

I'm sure,
given the circumstances,

maybe this leads
to reconciliation.

No, I just want to
be alone right now.

Anything you need,
day or night...

How do you feel?

Free.

When I was a kid,

whenever I had a nightmare,

my mother would sit
at the foot of the bed

and say a little rhyme.

"There was a crooked man
and he walked a crooked mile

"and he found a
crooked sixpence"

"besides a crooked stile,"

"and he bought a crooked cat,
which caught a crooked mouse,"

"and they all lived together
in a little crooked house."

There you are.

I was getting worried.

You just missed the girls.

They came by for
a surprise visit.

I said you had a dinner.

May be back by 8:00.

Anyhoo...

You just missed them.

Oh. But we made
butterscotch pudding.

I could fix you a bowl.

Oh! For Pete's sake,
hon, what's wrong?

The world.

The world is wrong.

What are you saying? Huh?

It looks like my world,
but everything's different.

Huh.

Oh. Uh... hey there.
Merry Christmas to ya.

Um, I'm looking for a blue
form, I guess.

Yeah.

Uh...

Yeah, you're not St. cloud.

No, that's...

I'm over at Eden valley,

just in town to
interview a prisoner

and they told me that...

Yeah, blue forms are for St.
cloud officers.

Inter-departmental requests,
that's a whole other... yup.

You gotta get your
superior officer's

approval on this form

before I can give
you the blue one.

Well,
since I'm chief of Eden valley,

couldn't I just, I don't
know, approve myself?

You can't do that. That's...

Let me guess,
against regulations?

Darn right it's
against regulations.

You're gonna need to
get chief muderlack's

John hancock on one
of these babies,

then I'll give you
the yellow one,

and then when that's
filled, you get the blue.

My lawyer here?

Turn around and put your
hands through the bars.

Why?

Gotta check your
cell for contraband.

How about I just
stand in the corner

and mind my own business?

How about you do the
electricity dance,

maybe wet your pants?

Ow!

Be a good girl now.

What's happening? Is that...

Easy, son.

Put the syringe down,
on the floor, slowly.

- He was doing something.
- Quiet.

On the floor.

- Stand down, stand down!
- No! Wait!

Wait, there's an
officer, he just ran out.

I was... Somebody go after him!

- Listen to me!
- God damn it!

No, wait.
There's something going on.

- The syringe...
- That's a murder weapon.

He was gonna kill
me, the officer.

- He cuffed me here...
- Shut up.

Jesus Christ.

How do I know this ain't yours?
Huh?

The tape. Check the tape.

Son of a bitch.
Who controls that, the camera?

There's a switch on the wall,
but I was here the whole time.

Maybe a hack.

What kind of hack?

A breach, I mean.
Outside agents.

Come on, it's a glitch.

Try watching a movie
at my house some time.

You got a bad cable,
the thing just won't play.

Sir,
somebody came for that girl.

A man in uniform.

Three murders in,
going for a fourth,

either one of your men
or an impersonator.

So, it's a conspiracy now?

I'm not talking about certainty.

I'm saying there's doubt.

Three bodies, all connected,

and now our chief suspect,
even while she's in custody,

has these mysterious
circumstances.

A syringe full of
who knows what.

How do we know this
is the end of it?

A spree.

The point is,
even if it's a coincidence,

shouldn't we talk to her?

Exhaust all possibilities?

Damn it.

Hey, partner, give us a minute?

I don't want you
cutting him open.

My ray.

He doesn't deserve that.

It's a homicide.
We gotta do an autopsy by law.

Who was that fella,
the one with the syringe?

Nikki.

What?

We both know he came
here to kill you

for something you saw
or something you know.

That... We don't both know that.

I'm sticking to my
mashed-potato theory

from earlier.

I think your boyfriend hired
a con to Rob his brother,

and things went
from bad to worse.

And then, I don't know,

maybe the brother
came back at him hard.

Maybe not the brother.

Meaning?

Follow the money.
That's all I'll say.

The money? What money?

Come on, it's Christmas Eve.

I got a boy at home that
can't sleep at night

'cause somebody
murdered his grandpa

and he's afraid they might
be coming for him next.

Follow the money.

You know what?
Your probation is revoked.

We're transferring
you to the state pen.

Protective custody.
You're welcome.

You know, forensics is
doing a test on the syringe.

You ask me to place a bet?

I think it takes a jury
10 minutes to convict you,

nutbag with a syringe or
no nutbag with a syringe.

You like pie?

I'm gonna visit you
after the holiday,

bring you some pie.

Maybe we can talk about ray.

What he liked, who he was.

Coconut.

I like coconut cream pie.

With chocolate flakes on top.