Fargo Page #6

But Mrs Mohra heard about the homicides

down here and thought I should call it in,

so I called it in.

End of story.

- What did this guy look like, anyways?

- Oh, he's a little guy, kinda funny-Iookin'.

- In what way?

- Oh, just in a general kind of way.

OK, thanks. You're right, its probably

nothin', but thanks for callin' her in.

Sure.

- Looks like she'll turn cold tomorrow.

- Oh, yah. Got a front comin' in.

Yah, you got that right.

Jesus Christ.

I'm leavin' this morning, back to Brainerd.

- Well, I'm sorry I won't see ya.

- But you think he's all right?

- I saw him last night and...

- What did he say?

Its nothing specific. It just seemed like

it all hit him really hard, his wife dyin'...

- His wife?

- Linda.

- Who?

- Linda Cooksey.

No. No, no, they weren't...

He was bothering Linda for a year, really

pestering her. Wouldn't leave her alone.

So...

He didn't... They never...

No. No, they never married.

- Mike's had psychiatric problems.

- Oh, my.

Yah. He's been struggling.

He's living with his parents now.

- Oh, jeez.

- Linda's fine. You should call her.

Jeez. Well... jeez.

Thats a surprise.

Hello?

Mr Lundegaard. Sorry to

bother you again. Can I come in?

Yah. No, I'm kinda busy here.

I understand. I'll keep it real short, then.

I'm on my way outta town,

but I was wondering...

- Mind if I sit down? Carryin' a load here.

- No. I...

Its this vehicle I asked you about.

I was wondering...

Yah, like I told ya,

we haven't had any vehicles go missing.

OK. Are ya sure?

Cos, I mean, how do you know?

The perpetrators were driving a car with

dealer plates and called someone here,

so it would be quite a coincidence

if they weren't, you know, connected.

- Yah, I see.

- So how do you...

- Have you done an inventory recently?

- The car's not from our lot, ma'am.

- How can you be sure without doin' a...

- Well, I would know.

- I'm the executive sales manager.

- Yah, but I understand...

- We run a pretty tight ship here.

- I know, but how do they establish that?

Are the cars counted daily,

or what kind of a routine here?

Ma'am! I answered your question.

- I'm sorry, sir?

- Ma'am, I answered your question.

I answered the darn...

I'm cooperating here, and there's no...

Sir, you have no call to get snippy

with me. I'm just doing my job here.

I'm...

I'm not arguin' here.

I'm cooperating and there's no...

We're doin' all we can.

Sir, could I talk to Mr Gustafson?

Mr Lundegaard.

Well, heck!

If you wanna play games here...

I'm workin' with ya

on this thing here, but...

OK, I'll do a damn lot count.

- Sir, right now?

- Yah, right now.

You're darned tootin'.

If its so damned important to ya.

Well, I'm sorry, sir.

Ah, what the Christ. Jesus!

Oh, for Pete's sake.

For Pete's sake, he's fleein' the interview.

He's fleein' the interview!

How do I get an outside line here?

Great.

Yah, Detective Sibert, please.

I said it was over. I made myself clear.

Oh, you did. You made yourself

peftectly clear, but something's come up.

- What?

- Its something kind of small,

but it might be a big problem.

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

I've had a doctor's test and there's no

doubt about it. I'm gonna have your baby.

You should see the other guy.

What the f*** happened to her?

Oh, she started shriekin', you know.

Jesus.

Well, I got the money.

All of it. All 80 grand.

Thats 40 for you. 40 for me.

Thats it, then.

You can have my truck.

I'm takin' the Ciera.

We split that.

How the f*** do you split a f***in' car,

you dummy? With a f***in' chain saw?

One of us pays the other for half.

Hold on. No f***in' way.

Did you f***in' notice this?

I got f***in' shot!

I got f***in' shot in the face.

I went and got the f***in' money.

I got shot f***in' pickin' it up.

I've been up for 36 f***in' hours.

I'm takin' that f***in' car.

That f***er's mine, you f***in' a**hole.

I've had to listen to

your f***in' bullshit all week.

Are we square?

Are we square?

Yeah, you f***in' mute.

If you see your friend Shep Proudfoot,

tell him I'm gonna nail his f***in' ass.

His wife, this guy says,

was kidnapped last Wednesday.

- The day of our homicides.

- Yah.

- And this guy was who?

- Lundegaard's father-in-law's accountant.

- Gustafson's accountant?

- Yah.

But we still haven't found Gustafson?

- Sorry. Didn't copy, Lou.

- Still missing. We're looking.

- Copy. And Lundegaard, too?

- Yah. Where are ya, Margie?

I'm almost back.

I'm takin' a drive round Moose Lake.

- Oh, Gary's loudmouth.

- Yah, the loudmouth.

So the whole state has it?

Gustafson and Lundegaard.

Yah, its over the wire. They'll find them.

- Copy.

- Yah, we got a lead on a...

- There's the car! There's the car!

- Whose car?

My car! My car! Tan Ciera. Tan Ciera.

OK. Careful, Margie.

I'll send a couple of cars.

Police!

Hands up!

Police!

Police!

So that was Mrs Lundegaard

on the floor in there?

And I guess that was your accomplice

in the wood chipper.

And those three people in Brainerd.

And for what?

For a little bit of money.

There's more to life

than a little money, you know.

Don't you know that?

And here y'are.

And its a beautiful day.

Well.

I just don't understand it.

Outside of Bismarck, North Dakota

Mr Anderson?

- Who?

- Mr Anderson.

Is this your burgundy '98 out here?

- Just a sec.

- Could you open the door, please?

Yah, yah, just a sec.

Just a sec.

No!

They announced it.

- They announced it?

- Yah.

So?

Three-cent stamp.

- Your mallard?

- Yah.

Oh, thats terrific.

- Its just the three-cent.

- Its terrific.

Hautmans' blue-winged teal

got the 29-cent.

People don't much use the three-cent.

Oh, for Pete's sake, of course they do.

Whenever they raise the postage,

people need the little stamps.

Yah?

When they're stuck with

a bunch of the old ones.

Yah, I guess.

Its terrific. I'm so proud of you, Norm.

Heck, Norm, you know,

we're doin' pretty good.

I love you, Margie.

I love you, Norm.

Two more months.

Two more months.

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