Fargo Page #3

You gotta eat a breakfast.

I'll fix you some eggs.

Ah, Norm.

Thanks, hon. Time to shove off.

- Love you, Margie.

- Love you, hon.

- Hon.

- Yah?

Prowler needs a jump.

Hiya, Lou.

Whoo! What ya got there?

Margie, thought you might

need a little warm-up.

Thanks a bunch.

Whats the deal?

Gary says triple homicide.

Yah. Looks pretty bad.

Two of 'em are over here.

- Where is everybody?

- Well...

Its cold, Margie.

Watch your step, Margie.

Aw, jeez. So...

Aw, jeez.

Here's the second one!

Its in the head and the hand there.

- I guess thats a defensive wound.

- Oh, yah?

Where's the state trooper?

Back there a good piece,

in the ditch next to his prowler.

OK.

So we got a trooper pulls someone over,

we got a shooting, these folks drive by,

there's a high-speed pursuit, ends here,

and then this execution-type deal.

Yah.

I'd be very surprised

if our suspect was from Brainerd.

Yah.

And I'll tell you what. From his footprint,

he looks like a big fella.

You see something down there, Chief?

No, I just think I'm gonna baft.

Jeez.

- You OK, Margie?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Its just morning sickness.

- Well, that passed.

- Yah?

Yah. Now I'm hungry again.

You had breakfast yet, Margie?

Oh, yah.

- Norm made some eggs.

- Yah?

Well...

What now, do you think?

Lets go take a look at that trooper.

- There's different footprints here, Lou.

- Yah?

- Yah. This guy's smaller than his buddy.

- Oh, yah?

- For Pete's sake.

- How's it look, Marge?

Well, he's got his gun on his hip there,

and he looks like a nice enough guy.

- Its a real shame.

- Yah.

- Didn't monkey with his car there, did ya?

- No way.

Somebody shut his lights. Guess the little

guy sat in there waiting for his buddy.

- Yah. Would've been cold out here.

- Heck, yah.

- Ya think, is Dave open yet?

- Dave?

You think he's mixed up in this?

Oh, no. I just wanna get Norm

some night crawlers.

- Did you look in his citation book?

- Yah.

Last vehicle he wrote in was a tan Ciera at

I figure they shot him before

he could finish filling out the tag number.

So I got the state looking for a Ciera

with a tag startin' DLR.

They don't got no match yet.

I'm not sure that I agree with you 100%

on your police work there, Lou.

- Yah?

- Yah.

I think that vehicle there

probably had dealer plates. DLR.

Jeez.

Lou, d'you hear the one about the guy

who couldn't afford personalised plates,

so he went and

changed his name to J3L2404?

Yah, thats a good one.

Look, all's I know is you got

a problem, you call a professional.

No. They said no cops. They said

"You call your cops, we're gonna shoot..."

Of course they'll say that.

Where's my protection? They got Jean.

If I give 'em a million,

where's my guarantee they'll let her go?

- Well, they...

- A million dollars is a lot of money.

- They got my daughter.

- Think this thing through.

You give 'em what they want,

why won't they let her go?

You gotta listen to me on this one, Wade.

Heck, you don't know.

You're just whistling Dixie here.

The cops can advise us on this.

I'm saying call a professional.

No. No cops!

Thats final. This is my deal here, Wade.

- Yeah...

- Jean is my wife here.

I gotta tell you, Wade,

I'm leaning to Jerry's viewpoint.

- Well...

- We gotta protect Jean. These...

We're not holding any cards.

They got 'em all, so they call the shots.

- You're darned tootin'.

- Oh, dammit.

- I'm tellin' ya.

- Well, why don't we...

Stan, I'm thinking

we should offer 'em half a million.

Now, come on here!

No way, Wade. No way.

- We're not horse-tradin' here, Wade.

- Yeah.

- We gotta just bite the bullet on this thing.

- Yeah.

So whats the next step here, Jerry?

They're gonna call me with instructions

for a drop. I need the money by tomorrow.

Dammit!

- How was everything today?

- Yah. Real good now.

How you doin'?

OK. Now, we'll get the money together.

Don't worry about it, Jerry.

Now, do you want anyone at home

with you till they call?

No, I... They were just supposed to be

dealing with me. They were real clear.

You know, they said no one listening in.

They'll be watchin', you know.

Maybe its all bull, but, like you said,

Stan, they're callin' the shots.

Now, is Scotty gonna be all right?

Yah. Jeez, Scotty.

Yah. I'll go talk to him.

How ya doin' there, Scotty?

Dad.

What are they doin'?

- What do you think they're doin' to Mom?

- Its OK, Scotty.

They're not gonna wanna hurt her any.

These men, they just want money.

- What if something goes wrong, Dad?

- No, no, no. Nothing's going wrong here.

Granddad and I, we're making sure

this gets handled right.

- I really think we should call the cops.

- No, no.

No one can know about this thing.

We gotta play ball with these guys.

- Stan Grossman'll tell ya the same thing.

- But, Dad...

We're gonna get Mom back for ya,

but we gotta play ball, you know.

Thats the deal here.

So if Lorraine calls, or Sylvia,

you just say Mom's down in Florida

with Pearl and Marty.

Thats the best we can do here.

No!

Whoops!

Thanks, Myra.

- Mornin'.

- Carol.

Oh, Janie, two more

of those Skin-So-Softs, please.

- Hiya, hon.

- I brought you some lunch, Margie.

- What are those, night crawlers?

- Yah.

- Aw, thanks, hon.

- You bet. Thanks for lunch.

Oh, yah, looks pretty good.

What have we got here? Arby's?

- How's the paintin' goin'?

- Pretty good.

- The Hautmans are entering a painting.

- Aw, hon, you're better than them.

- They're real good.

- They're good, Norm. But you're better.

You think so?

Hey, you got Arby's all over me.

- Hey, Norm. How's the paintin' goin'?

- Not too bad, you know.

- How we doin' on that vehicle?

- No motels registered a Ciera last night.

But the night before,

two men checked into the Blue Ox

registering a Ciera

and leaving the tag space blank.

- Jeez, thats a good lead.

- Yah.

- Thats that truckers' joint on I-35?

- Yah.

Owner was on the desk then.

Said these two had company.

- Oh, yah?

- Yah.

- We both did. She went to college, too.

- I went to Normandale for about a year.

- Yah, thats where we met.

- I dropped out.

- Yah, she dropped.

- Yah.

- So where are you girls from?

- Chaska.

Le Sueur, but I went to high school

in White Bear Lake. Go, Bears.

OK. I want you to tell me

what these fellas look like.

- The little guy was kinda funny-Iookin'.

- In what way?

- I don't know. Just funny-Iookin'.

- Can you be any more specific?

I couldn't really say.

He wasn't circumcised.

- Was he funny-Iookin' apart from that?

- Yah.

So, you were having sex

with the little fella, then?

- Anything else you can say about him?

- No.

Like I say, he was funny-Iookin'.

More than most people, even.

- What about the other fella?

- He was older.

- He looked like the Marlboro Man.

- Oh, yah?

Yah. But maybe I'm saying that

cos he smoked a lot of Marlboros.

- Like a subconscious type of thing.

- Oh, yah, that can happen.

- Hey, they were goin' to the Twin Cities.

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