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Oh, hey, how's it going?
Oh, pretty good.
What can I do you for? Oh, I was just wondering what is the quickest way to
Duluth from here? Oh, yeah.
What you're going to want to do is... Hey, what's going on here?
Have you ever seen an eagle head straight into the wind?
He doesn't pick a fight, spreads his wings and just gives in.
Black?
Half and half, actually.
Need a menu, darling?
Something bad happened.
Order up!
You can't tell the team.
Taking my ten. Cover for me?
It's just up here
I
mean
the melts a little crooked but
We've been embedded here in Fargo, North Dakota for three weeks, acting on a tip
that this truck is supposed to pass through here. But so far, all we've got
is low-grade frostbite and 15 extra pounds of pie weight. Not to be that
guy, but we also don't know why the hell we're looking for this thing.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Mom.
How many times do I have to explain this?
Once would be nice.
All right, fair enough.
The contents of the truck are classified.
The driver's name is classified.
Where it was headed is classified.
All we know is it was supposed to pass through here, and if we don't find it, I
can't even tell you that because it's classified. Is there anything about this
case that isn't classified?
You know I can't tell you that.
We continue our operation at the diner. We collect what information we can.
Tribeca, how's it going down at the local precinct? I think they're starting
to trust me.
A body was found in a shallow grave outside of town next to a wrecked car,
and they've invited me along to investigate.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh my God, they know.
Oh my God, they know.
Oh my God, they know.
Oh my God, they know.
Sorry. Oh my God, they know.
Pretty clear what happened.
Guy drives his car right into this here tree, hops out, digs a grave, and buries
himself. Hey, do you know what the special is over at Big Ted's? I know
yesterday it was French dip.
I'm not sure I agree with your police work there, Timmy. Oh yeah?
Yeah, I'm thinking that maybe there was some foul play at work here.
Oh yeah? What makes you think that?
Well, I was thinking it would be awful tough after a head-on car crash to haul
yourself 50 feet, dig a grave, and then pull the dirt in over you.
Not to mention, why would you?
I don't think I'd follow you there, Angie.
Seems like a straightforward hit and dig to me.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Well, suppose for a second that maybe instead of one dead guy, we got
two dead guys.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. See, look over there.
Somebody dragged a husky fella quite a way before attempting to bury him.
And just as he finishes the job, a car comes along and strikes the second
fella, loses control, and plows right into that there tree.
And then the third person, who I'm guessing is a woman, judging from the
size of the tiny, sexy footprints, they don't want to get in trouble for
vehicular manslaughter.
So they want to get the second fella the heck out of here.
Tow the car to the garage and no one's the wiser.
Hit and dig.
How's about a pot pie over at Hansy Dan's?
I'm telling you, there's more than meets the eye here.
Now don't get your nylons in a knot. We can talk about it after lunch.
Okay then.
Hi, it's me.
Monica Scholz.
We haven't found it.
Yes, I know it's important.
No, the rest of the team doesn't know.
You told me not to tell them, so I didn't tell them.
Look, I'm missing you like crazy.
When can I see you?
A parka and snow pants?
Call me when you get this message.
My safety deposit box.
Absolutely. I just need your name and a picture ID.
Go get my box.
I'm sorry, sir. I don't know which box is yours.
I don't know which box is yours.
Sir? Your life is in a box.
I don't know which box is yours.
Well, I suppose we could open all the boxes and let you have a root around.
Open all the boxes.
Okay, then.
It's a small town
Where
is
it?
Where's what?
The contents of the box.
Sir, I'm not the one who puts things in the box.
Whatever was in the box is your business.
A man was supposed to come in here and put keys inside this box.
Did you see him?
Sir, I can't really comment on who puts what in the boxes.
I'm sorry about that.
No, no, it's okay. I just wish I could help you out.
You can help me.
I can't. Yes, you can.
Open the mouth.
I'm sorry?
Open it.
Hey, how's it going?
Oh, real good, thanks. How about yourself?
Oh, you know, can't complain.
I mean, I could, but who'd listen?
So, how can I help you today?
You know, you... Well, you betcha.
Um... I'm sorry, I... I can't do the accent.
Oh, that's okay. I speak normal, too. Well, I got into kind of an accident,
and I was wondering if you could make it look like... I didn't get into an
accident. Pay special attention to the trunk and especially special attention
to the dead body in it. Do you want me to toss it or do you want to take it
home?
Toss it, please.
You'll have to excuse me. I'm right in the middle of something.
I killed a man.
You can describe it in a million different ways, but the fact is, I
killed him.
Killing people, it's a part of what we do.
Telling bad people is a part of what we do. Well, look, the guy was burying
another guy by the side of the road.
You think he's John Nance Garner?
I feel like I want to tell Atkins.
Well, time to tell Atkins is when it happened.
Now it's too late. Now you got me involved.
So what are you going to do if I tell him?
Kill me?
Don't be ridiculous.
Look, everything's going to be okay.
We'll get the car fixed and it's over.
So what you carrying a secret with you for the rest of your life?
I never told anyone it was left-handed.
You don't see me pulling my hair out over it, right?
I'm so scared.
I'm shaking.
Come here.
The contusions on his head tell me he was hit by a frying pan.
So we're looking for a cartoon mouse or maybe a stooge.
Thomas McSorley, this is our guy.
If he had a truck around him, the case would be closed.
Well, we do have some truck keys and a trucker, so how far could the truck be?
You'd be surprised.
Bah!
I matched the keys Tribeca brought in earlier to the missing truck through the
dealer's database.
Take a look here.
This is a loyalty card to a store called Dale's Discount Meat.
Where the hell have you two been?
Nowhere, Chief.
Just working the case, looking for the truck, doing the stuff.
Turns out Dale's Discount Meat is a mom
-and-pop pop-up meat shop in the mom-and-pop pop-up meat shop district.
Tribeca, why don't you and AJ pop down to the mom-and-pop shop and see what
pops up?
Sounds good, sir.
I'm long overdue for some quality time with my son.
Char, this is probably a shot in the dark, but is there anything about
McSorley's body that tells you where he left his truck?
See how there's mustard on his fingers and there's none near his mouth?
He was killed when he was about to eat his lunch. If we find out where he eats
his lunch, we'll find the truck.
You don't think I see what's going on between you and Charo? I don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, hey there.
Gosh, I'm so sorry. We're closed.
Oh, yeah? Because the sign there says you're open.
That darn thing.
I've been meaning to get it fixed. It flips around like it's got a mind of its
own. Just give me a second here.
I get it, okay?
Your adrenaline's pumping, your hormones are raging, the thrill of the hunt, the
hunt for the thrill.
But just be careful, okay?
Because if not, you'll end up with an unwanted child that makes the same
mistakes that you did.
Did you say unwanted?
Okay, all squared away now. How can I help you, officer?
So this here man is the cousin of Tommy Fitz McSorley. Oh, Fitz.
Yeah, sure, good customer. Real loin lover.
Anyway, he hasn't seen his cousin for darn near a week.
Starting to get a little worried, ain't ya, Ramon?
Si.
Oh, gosh. Well, I know what it's like to miss a cousin. If I went a week without
seeing my cousin, I don't know what the heck I'd do.
Well, family's the most important thing, you know. So, yeah, what I was
wondering... So, what I was wondering
is, when is the last time you saw Fitz?
You know, my cousin, Fitz McSorley.
Gosh, I guess I saw Fitz a couple of days ago.
Came in here to pick up a loin sandwich.
I remember it really well, because my wife was in the conversation, and she's
definitely alive.
You don't happen to know where he likes to eat his lunch, do you?
Well, of course I do.
Everyone knows Fitz eats his lunch up on old Route 19, about two miles from the
interstate entrance.
Well, now I'm starting to wonder if you really are his cousin.
Hey, hon, did Fitz ever mention having some kind of Latin cousin?
No, not that I remember.
Unless you're talking about...
Water up!
Here's your tuna, my baby. Can I get you something to drink?
I'm good.
I know what you did.
Sit down.
Where is my truck?
I've told you already, I don't know anything about any truck.
You know about it. Now where is it?
Sorry, you've got the wrong girl. I've got the right girl.
Now tell me where my truck is, and I won't kill your whole team.
You'll never get to my team.
They're way too smart to fall for any of your tricks.
Hey, when do we get our free cruise?
Cheryl, get out of here! Call the FBI!
You're going to kill me?
That's your second murder this week.
You must be getting a taste for it.
That's what I thought.
Now where is my truck?
I don't know where your truck is.
Okay, that's the truth.
You have a favorite.
Where is my truck?
AJ, don't! We don't even know what the hell's in that truck.
Let's just let him have it and we can walk out of here. That's not the
mission. Oh, what? Suddenly you're Miss Mission? I'm getting tired of this.
It's on Old Route 19.
Two miles from the interstate entrance.
Thank you.
You have saved me a lot of time.
Unfortunately, however, I cannot let you live.
Told ya!
Who prefers to die first?
He'll kill me first.
When he shoots me, grab him.
Sir, no.
I'm dying anyway.
If I can do it, send my team.
I can at least live with myself.
Vive la France.
It's over.
Drop the soda gun or I'll gut you like a really small fish.
You stupid America.
Don't you see?
The plan is already in motion.
The Franks are coming.
Almost had him.
Well, the important thing is we tried our best.
And we had fun doing it.
Show us. How did you find us?
It's a long and exciting story.
I'll tell you on the way back to the van.
Can't find what you're looking for?
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