All language subtitles for Fargo (2014) - S04E02 - The Land of Talking and Killing (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence).eng.track2

Let me see that lipstick.

I like your getup.

Thank you.

We need a boiler
and some duds for you.

And maybe requisition a bottle

of certified non-toilet hooch
in reward.

Hey. Stay clean, stay free.

Unless you broke out
just to go back.

Now whiplash those duds.

Which of you ladies wants
to go around the world

with this big buck, huh?

I'll take a ride.

What the heck?

Happy holiday.

D-Dibrell?

Get down here.

It's your sister, the elder,

and she's-she's brought
a friend.

Back to bed.

What?!

What are you doing here?

Showing up, middle of night.

This is a decent house
with decent people.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Would've called, missus,

but we found ourselves
without precise coinery.

She ain't mad.
Just bossy, like always.

I ain't neither.

And just what kind of Halloween
costumes you got on?

Wasn't released
but this morning.

No time to shop proper.

But I feel I come across rugged.

Hon, let's not keep them
crowded in the doorway.

Come on in. You hungry?

Famished.
Uh, they can't stay here.

You can't stay here.

Well, a cup of coffee, at least.
She's your sister.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

Well, look at you.

Little Miss All Grown-up.

Come down here
and give your auntie a hug!

Ooh!

Whoa! No, there...

Don't get ideas.
She's a good girl.

Oh...

Am I the only one
who smells dead people?

In the stir,
the eggs is powdered.

Eggs are powdered. Speak proper.

Taken her education upon myself.

You'd have thunk the white
school they shipped me to

from the reservation
would've seen to my English,

but they was mostly concerned
with raping the native

- out of me.
- Language.

Sorry. Did I say that wrong?

Looks like you done well
for yourself

these years I've been away.

- You ain't getting no handout.
- Listen at you,

acting like the big sister.

Wasn't asking for money.

Swanee and me got prospects.

What kind of prospects?

Bank robbing.

Go to your room.

Now.

Mind your mama.

We catch up tomorrow.

They didn't let you go
from that prison, did they?

You crushed out.

We freed ourselves
on our own recognizance.

What happened was, we met a moll

goes with one of them Cannon
boys, knew I was your sister.

She tells me you in the hole
to some big-time leg-breakers,

who knows why.

So we decided
to come bail you out.

Leg-breakers if you're lucky.

- Nothing to say?
- Don't need your help.

Got everything under control.

How much interest he charging?

Ten percent the first month,
then it goes up from there.

Don't tell her that.

I told you. Didn't I say?

Day one,

we shouldn't have
taken that loan.

That or go under.

Then what?
This is our problem...

As I said in my letter,
Mrs. Will,

a cancer ward will be de rigueur

in any modern hospital.

They have an entire wing
up at the Mayo Clinic.

And I would hazard
that our Missouri elite deserve

the same quality care
as the rubes up in Minnesota.

Don't you think?

Say the number.

And unless you object,

the plaque will read "The Walter
and Mathilda Will Cancer Ward."

Fine. Just promise me, no Jews.

No Jews...

Oh!

- You get him?
- I-I think so.

Think?
What do you mean, "think so"?

What's the skinny?

You know. Salad days.

I got that formaldehyde
your dad asked for.

It's inside.

We got a big one today.

Italians, with all the wailing
and the rending of clothes.

You'd better wait here.

They're not too big
on colored folks.

No offense.

Shouldn't be doing that.

Well, now, look at you.

Like a lucky penny,
always turning up.

A bad penny.

Bad pennies turn up.

And what do lucky pennies do?

Bring good luck.

Well.

And she speaks French.

Yes, she does.

Asshole.

Either you got him
or you didn't.

I-I think so.

- We definitely got a driver.
- What driver? Whose driver?

- I know you?
- Mr. Fadda,

Oraetta Mayflower
from St. Bartholomew's.

Condolences for your loss.

- You're the nurse. His nurse.
- Yes, sir.

I was with your father
when he passed.

But I want you to know
it was real peaceful.

Like a baby going to sleep.

That's... Don't do that.

Andiamo.

- Let's go.
- Andiamo...

Thank you.

- You're gonna go back.
- Boss.

No.

This fucking sfigato
doesn't get to breathe air

while some people...

some people, better people,
are buried in the ground.

They ain't buried him yet.

Shut the fuck up.

What's the matter? They didn't
let you talk on the boat over?

You got to bust my balls now?
At Pop's funeral?

Boys. Don't fight.

Already my heart breaks.

Don't worry, Ma,
we're just playing.

- Just boys playing.
- And the ring.

Your father's ring. Il mignolo.

- What about his ring?
- You couldn't wait

until he was cold
before you take him apart?

- Your own father.
- What are you talking about, Mama?

Nobody took anything.

Ah, and the business
was really good.

Look.

I keep his teeth in my pocket.

Look.

Look.

To remind me...

business, family, country.

Business, family, country.

No.

The question is

which side are you on now...

kid?

You take the next one.

One little, two little,
three little Indians.

Four little, five little,
six little Indians.

One little, two little...

I know what I saw, what this is.

And that is?

Retribution for some
perceived slight.

- Against Mrs. Will?
- No.

Against me.

Enough already!

Sir, you should take
a restorative.

Something for your nerves.

Your blood pressure
is very high.

Do you hear that?
I'm hypertensive.

If I have a stroke, promise me
you'll charge them with murder.

Charge who?

The hatchet men.

Uh, sir... you're not making
a lot of sense.

Y-You said it was a blue Ford.

We had, five days ago,
in this hospital,

a fracas.

An incursion of undesirables.

Men of... and I'm no bigot...

But Italian origin,

- who I turned away.
- Mm.

And you think this is related?

Son, are you deaf?

We're talking
a gunshot wound scenario,

combined with a half dozen
swarthy Lotharios

straight out of central casting,
and me,

a law-abiding citizen
of Protestant descent

enforcing the rules
of this establishment,

maintaining the purity
of our blood supply.

Dr. Harvard, I'm gonna put you
with our sketchbook artist.

See if you can reconstruct
the visage of some of these...

What did you call them...
Lotharios?

I'm gonna make sure to issue
a full-point bulletin

for this blue Ford,
license plates unknown.

But...

it would help
if you could say for certain

that the man you saw
with the gun was the same

as the man or men you removed
from the premises

a-a few days bygone.

I saw...

I'll be honest.

I only saw the gun.

Well, yes, sir, they can be...

arresting.

Do you think...
Uh, should I increase security

- in case they...
- We'll get back to you.

It's... no, no,

you don't have to...
Just turn the knob.

Is he some kind of retard?

Thank you for your cooperation.

You'll be hearing
from me shortly.

Let's go.

Listen to me.

I'm not your father,

but I'm responsible for you.

These people inside,

they're your blood.

But do they love you?

Do they respect you?

You know how you know?

They get down on your level,

they look you in the eye.

That's when you know you're not
just along for the ride.

Capisce?

Capisco.

Capisco.

He comes in, you cop a squat.

Send out my boy first.

What's the matter,
you don't trust me?

Do you remember me?
Gaetano. Hey.

That's close enough.

You know who I am?

Yeah. You're the guy
that's not coming any closer

or I'll pop you one.

He says he's gonna
punch you in the face.

He really say that?

Yeah.

Stop! Stop.

Gaetano.

Are we good?

You tell me.

Yeah, we're good.

Your mama's inside.
Go give her a kiss.

Stai bene?

I'll give you a minute
with your boy.

We should sit sometime,
you and me.

Hash out the rumpus.
Things have changed.

Nothing's changed.

Have a nice visit.

Come here.

- They feeding you?
- Mostly peanut butter.

Where do you sleep?

He's got a room
on the third floor with me.

You seeing to his education?

I'm teaching him
how the world works.

And how's that?

It's dog eat dog.

That's how dogs work.
Men are more complicated.

Not in my experience.

You like staying here,

in the master's house?

He make you feel appreciated?

We live with the choices
we make.

Consequences.

Who's the big Italian
just off the boat?

It's Josto's brother, Gaetano.

Over from the boot.

- He staying?
- Not sure yet.

You'd tell me if they were
taking my boy

out to the woodshed.

'Cause in my book,
they say safe,

they mean sound. Unmolested.

Nobody interferes with the boy.

He's entirely in my keeping.

Your mama says
eat your vegetables.

We love you
and you're coming home.

When?

That I don't know.

Tell your boss
we need to talk soon.

Yeah.

I called three more banks
in the area.

No one's biting
on the credit card.

- You didn't tell 'em the idea?
- No.

But I stressed that this was

a groundbreaking
financial instrument

and they could be the first
on their block.

We keep this in the
neighborhood, just for us.

How do we know they don't
burn down the neighborhood

once we start to pave
the streets with gold?

We need their restaurants,

their department stores,
their banks.

Last I checked, I couldn't even
try on clothes at Gimbels.

The brother came in from Italy.

Older or younger?

Younger.

But big.

Difference between
a lion in the jungle

and a lion in a cage.

Tigers live in the jungle.
Lions are on the plains.

You're saying there could be
a power struggle?

- I...
- We should move now.

Expand before they get
their heads on straight.

Or it's a trick and they're
trying to make us spread thin.

So we test their flanks.

Start small,
see what's the response.

Me and Donatello
were talking about us

taking over the slaughterhouse
before he died.

He said yes.

He said...

Is our position.

We asked, he gave permission.

Now that's what we're doing.

I'll take Opal and his crew.

Meanwhile,
you need to ask yourself

how far you're willing
to go with this

in case it becomes a skirmish
or a battle or a war.

We're in a groove.

Money's coming in,
business is heating up.

Maybe we get rich anyway, hmm?

Why stress the system?

You know who else
is in a groove?

That lion in the cage.

He just wears it in the floor,

pacing back and forth.

Well, you know
who's got no groove?

That lion with his head
hanging on the wall.

He's just hanging there
with nothing but the smile

they forced on his face.

My guess is they make a move.

Today, tomorrow. Test us.

They are twisted.

These spooks.

The way they think.

Always with their hand out.

No.

We're not killing anybody.

Dad made a deal.
We're gonna respect the deal.

That's, um...

What do Americans say?

Fine.

I'm here... few days.

Um...

if you want to be pussy,
be pussy.

Josto.

- Sis, we're talking here.
- Your Dessie is here.

- In a minute.
- The alderman also.

They've come to pay respects.

No killing.

No.

Pussy.

Oh, my darling. Is it awful?

- I'm managing.
- Oh.

- I have my family.
- Oh.

We're your family, too.
Isn't that right, Daddy?

- Not married yet.
- Oh, Daddy, don't be awful.

Do you need anything.
Are you eating?

I'm, uh... what do you...
copacetic.

Men. Always acting
so Humphrey Bogart.

You go ahead and cry
if you need to.

A boy losing his father,
nobody's gonna judge.

Sugar plum, give Daddy a minute
with your fiancé.

I want to hand him
some words of wisdom.

We'll talk later, honey bear.
Okay?

Kiss-kiss, kiss?

Am I getting fucked here?

Slow your roll.

'Cause the only reason
I'm letting my daughter

marry some guinea greaser

political, financial...

And here I am,
hopelessly in love.

Go fuck a state park.

You ain't getting a piece
of the Gillis legacy

until I got assurances
you can deliver votes.

Mayors don't elect themselves,
and elections aren't free.

Dad? Can I call you Dad?

My pop didn't claw his way out
of the plebeian dynasty

so that his sons could end up
in middle management.

You want to be mayor?
I want my kids to be president.

So I'll get you your votes
and your, uh...

bustarella.

But first I'm gonna slow-pump
some babies into your daughter

one at a time
and twice on Sundays.

Now get a drink.

And try the calzone.
They're a riot.

Condolences.

I noticed the blue Ford
parked out front.

Congratulations. You got eyes.

Witness at the private hospital
saw a blue Ford

fleeing from the scene
of the homicide.

Blue is a popular color.

You're not curious
who got whacked?

You see all the black suits
when you walked in?

Ladies crying
into their meatballs?

And what if I said
I've been tipped

to some s-swarthy Lotharios

that got jacked from
the premises a few days prior?

Is he dead?

Who?

You know who,
you twitchy piece of shit.

Is he dead?

Boss.

Boss, boss, boss, boss.

You can't shoot civilians.

That fucking guy
put my family on the street

like we were shit on his spats.

He lost his breathing license.

I know... but him you missed.

And now I got
a wealthy socialite

what eats meals with the mayor

sporting a fresh hole
in her head.

A... And top brass
measuring my asshole

like they're fixing to move in.

No, sorry, I-I came in to ask,

respectfully...

I-I can guide this
a different direction...

find a patsy to frame up,

but you got to lay off
this Dr. Harvard.

What'd you say to me?

- We won't touch him.
- Says you.

This year we don't touch.

Next year.

He goes back
to his ordinary life,

the fat moglie, his pot roast.

Builds his model airplanes.
Forgets.

But we don't forget. We wait.

We sharpen our teeth.

And one day,
when he can't even remember

that old woman's name...

well...

I won't speculate on coincidence

in front of an officer
of the law.

But you got assurances
this thing is over.

Si?

Bang.

Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Cosmopolis.

Oh...

Good morning.

It's Nurse Mayflower again.

How are we feeling
this fine day?

- I...
- Hmm?

Oh. Well, a crisp fall Tuesday
is what it is.

Gobble, gobble.

Almost Thanksgiving.

Do Greek people celebrate that?
Turkey Day?

Hmm?

Oh, you poor soul.

You, your body
is just working so hard

to pump that blood around.

Your old daft heart.
It's not doing its job, is it?

It's a bad heart, bad, bad, bad.

Yeah.
And here the doctors say...

there's just not much
they can do.

Mean old doctors.

But Oraetta's here,
and she can help.

You want Oraetta's help, right?

- Take the pain away?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Of course you do.

Life's hard enough without
a lamb shank for a heart.

Don't you worry.

Your angel of mercy has arrived.

It's, well...

I have to say, Nurse Mayflowe,

highly irregular.

Highly...

not good is, well, what it is.

Such a high dosage of...

not even the proper medication.

Resulting in...

certain death, which...

We can't have that.

Patients come to us for care.

Top quality care.
Not to be... mismanaged.

Mr. Sneet, believe me,
no one's more embarrassed

than little ole me.

But at the same time,
have you seen their handwriting?

The doctors? Hmm.

Like a cave painting
with a stick.

- N-N-Not, not that I-I...
- This isn't, I hate to say,

the first time
we've had concerns

about your care.

The level of care.

Patients passing untimely

or rushed to the ICU

without biological provocation.

Not to mention the pharmacist
has noticed some discrepancies

in medicines requested
and medicines removed

over the last few...

Requests made by you.

In summation,

after the latest unpleasantness,

I don't see how
we can keep you on staff.

I'm saying you're fired.

I see how it is.

Yes. So, if you could

- clear out your locker...
- A cover-up.

Uh...

An incompetence of doctors.

A few lost souls, and someone's
got to pay the piper,

so old Oraetta's made the goat.

Well, I am no goat, Mr. Sneet.

Oraetta Mayflower,
she is no goat.

- Now, Nurse...
- Call the police, you're so concerned

about malfeasance.

About medicines removed
without dotted I's.

Heck, pick up the phone,

tell them to send
the paddy wagon.

Take this woman away
in silver bracelets.

Or what about
call the news boys?

- Now, hold on, there's no need...
- This is America, sir,

last time I checked,
not Soviet Russia,

where a man gets rationed
a quarter potato

and has no rights under the law.

And here's you, sitting
like judge and executioner,

tossing old Oraetta
on the bone pile, and for what?

The inability
to read the handwriting

of what appears to be
an epileptic?

Miss Mayflower...

Nurse Mayflower...

I'd be happy to...

How does a month's
severance sound?

Three months.

I'll...

I can offer two, and of course

a glowing recommendation

- to your next potential employer.
- In writing.

I have to say, Mr. Sneet,
I'm disappointed

in this institution.

In you.

When our days are at an end,
and we stand

before the Lord,
he will weigh the color

of our immortal souls
and judge us lacking,

have we not shown
an unflagging commitment

to excellence in his name.

And if we have failed
in our devotion to him,

then you and I are going
straight to the hot place.

And Oraetta Mayflower

has no intention
of sweating out eternity

at the end
of the devil's pitchfork.

Good day, sir.

- Who's that?
- Nurse, lives across the street.

Bonjour.

Get out of sight.

It's just amazing.

Who would've thought
they're teaching French

down at the Negro school.

They don't.
I'm learning on my own.

Mm, you got pluck.

And I know,

'cause everyone always says
I've got it, too.

Sagittarius.

What's that?

Sun sign. Astrology.

See, scientifically,
our birthdates correspond

with celestial events.

Happenstance that shape
our destiny.

What's the date of your birth?

- December the first.
- Mm.

Like I said...

Sagittarius.

Huh. Yeah.

I guess that makes us
sisters of a sort.

Well...
I got to get to my chores.

Oh. Yeah.

I-I was wondering
if you might be looking for

some after-school work.

A little housecleaning,

put 50 cents or a dollar
in your pocket.

That's all we are to you...
The help?

There are long-playing
records upstairs.

French songs, stories.

Postcards from gay Paree.

You can clean and listen.

I decided to make you
one of my special projects.

What does that mean?

You like pie?

Yeah, you do.

Everybody likes pie.

Stay-stay tuned.
I-I-I will be back.

Oh.

That's one weird white lady.

Sir, I just want you
to know I'm ready.

Good.

Not just for muscle work.

Got math through high school.
Read a lot of history.

Strategy is what I'm about.

Yeah, well...

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

a stately pleasure-dome decree.

Come again?

- What's your name?
- Leon.

Bittle?

- I'm Happy's cousin.
- Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, Happy's cousin,

we'll see how you, uh,
handle yourself tonight,

with the easy stuff.

Then we'll talk about strategy.

Let's go.

What are they?

Decorative?

Or you just like the smell?

It's a warning
to the other rats.

Son, I think
you're overestimating

the brain power of your foe.

We ain't got no money.

Well, this ain't no robbery.

No, no.

No, this...

This is what you call
a transition of power.

A what?

- Oh, God...
- We're taking over.

Boy, do you know
whose house this is?

Yep. And you best get going.

So, what happens now?

Now...

we wait.

Oh...

Oh...

You know, my father worked in
a slaughterhouse for 33 years.

Yeah.

Butchering cows
and pigs, chickens.

All day long, he cut up rib eye

and, uh, lamb chops.

Ribs.

You know what we ate?

Pigs' feet.

Ham hocks, neck bones.

Scraps.

What did I tell you?

They like to talk.

See, in America,
even the food means something.

Means whether you're up or down,
in or out.

White, colored.

This is ours.

We haven't met.

I'm Doctor Senator.

You got to give respect
to get respect.

Is that why you Americans
are so soft?

All this giving and getting?

In the land of taking
and killing, Gaetano is king.

Easy.

A deal was made.

On high.

Wednesday, last.

Oh.

Well, this might be a news flash

for his majesty.

Hmm.

A deal

between Fadda the senior

and my man, Cannon.

Mm-hmm.

Territory was allotted

from your organization
to the Negro syndicate.

Given.

Well, this is us,

come to collect.

That sound like mulignan
bullshit to me.

Am I talking to you or to him?

Easy.

If you can't respect that,

then we can't respect anything.

Very clever.

These words you hide behind.

How do you think
your words will taste,

spit from the mouth of the wolf?

Hmm?

Muscle and bone.

This is the power.

Not all your...

If this is a misunderstanding,
let us see.

You take your men, go home.

I'll talk to my brother,

feel if this is what you say.

And if so...

But if no?

Happy's cousin!

Easy, Happy's cousin.

Molto bene.

But remember:

We'll be back.

Because y'all
just got here yesterday.

But we're part of this land,

like the wind and the dirt.

Lord, we know the road is long.

We thank you for that road,

because the journey
makes us wise.

We know the climb is hard.

We thank you for that climb,
'cause climbing makes us strong.

Amen.

You made the land and the sea,

and you filled it with injustice

so that we would have
work to do.

And we thank you for that wor.

You made the meek,

so the meek
could inherit the Earth.

And you made the mighty so that
we could defend the meek.

Let us pray.

And we will be mighty for you,

O Lord.

You've shown us pain and loss...

so that we would know the
joy of victory when it comes.

Hear our prayer now, O Lord...

so that we might feel
your blessing.

And know that we can bear

this burden you've given us...

because our hearts are pure.

- Amen.
- Amen.

We're moving.

Now I get it.

Check!

Check!