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Antecedently on Fargo...

What happened?

You send a man to do a job

without all the information...

...how can the job be done?

You say how woman is

a woman, a...

housewife.

Never do you mention

she is, for real...

a tiger.

You're saying you couldn't

handle some girl?

Hundred pounds soaking wet? Huh?

This half-wit shot up a filling
station outside Beulah.

Murdered the clerk.

Killed a state trooper.

Put a hole
in the leg of another.

And this retard's partner
with a cracked skull

and his face half burned off
in the morgue.

You say housewife,
so I bring one guy.

You say tiger...

that's a different guy.

It cost you three times.

Did they take her? The police?

Fled on foot.

Possibly home.

Possibly to the wind.

-Will you find her?
-It's a question

of price.

And the job,
it was not the job

you said.

Pain... and suffering.

And it forces a man to ask...

why you want the tiger.

She's my wife.

She made vows to me.
Consider it

a debt unpaid,
leaving me in limbo.

See, she hid from me
nine, ten years.

Interest accrued

until the debt could
no longer be paid with money.

Then, one day, there she is.

Fingerprints in the system.

Now the limbo can end

and debt can be collected.

Well, thanks for your help.

Go on with Gator,
he'll get you paid.

Original,
plus pain and suffering.

Yeah, of course.

Take it out
of the rainy day fund.

-Fixing place.
-Fixing place.

Hundreds okay?

Surprise, shitbird.

Called you directly.

I didn't want this
going out on the wire.

Didn't know what to do with him
so I just put him in the back.

Then where were you?

I was draining the snake.

Two minutes in and out.

Did you get a look at the tape?

State cops took the whole system

last night on account
of the other thing.

Can you believe this guy?

Coming back
to the scene of the crime?

Like that?

Talk about big balls.

Yeah, well, I bet yours
shriveled up a little bit

on account of him getting
the jump on you. Again.

Son of a bitch!

All right, are you done?

Tell me again where you found
this Munch guy.

Is that really his name--
Ole Munch?

He says it,

"Ooh-lah," and I-I, I didn't
find him, I found his partner.

What, the guy
with his head in the toilet?

All right, well, first order of
business, we need information.

Find out who this guy is.

Priors, known accomplices,
known hangouts.

Then we smoke him loose.

If he comes for us again?

Oh, believe me, he's coming.

Sleep with your hammer cocked
is my opinion,

if you sleep at all.

Jesus.

All right,
the truck goes in a ditch.

Alvie behind the wheel.

Tell Bruno to report the cause
of death as accidental.

Then you

go to his fiancée's
and break the news.

-What are you gonna do?
-Don't worry about what
I'm gonna do, all right?

-Okay.
-Now, you're
0 for 2 here, kid.

How do I teach you
how to be a winner,

you keep losing all the time?

I swear to God,
him versus me, man-to-man,

I'd wipe the floor with him.

Yeah. Right. Like High Noon?

Hmm?

That only happens
in the movies, son.

Real life,
they'll slit your throat

while you're waiting
for the light to change.

Hey, babe.

Daddy's here.

Odin.

Sheriff.

I saw your boys outside.

You know, we could, uh...

we could have them in.

Fix them a plate.

Nah, they're outdoor animals.

Mountain lions in training.

Don't want them getting soft.

Well, I'm gonna have a drink.
You want one?

Got my special sipping whiskey.

Can't be too careful.

Twins still up?

They're in the bath.

Sit down.

I want to see my man.

Ah, I just want
to say good night first.

Be right back.

Need to talk
about munitions, boy.

Gonna need
another delivery soon.

Yeah, I'm wrangling things.

Uh, got to space it out,
though, yeah?

Requisitioned weapons
going missing.

Feds are already on my ass.

Things are in the works, kid.

1776.

And we're not gonna
take this country back

with harsh language, feel me?

Uh-huh.

Alone at last.

What do you want tonight, Daddy?

You want helpless hitchhiker?

How about angry feminist?

Okay.

How about...

How about
that mean ole governor?

Hmm?

Oh, sorry.

I see you.

I called the alarm guy.

Got an appointment for Monday.

Hon?

Oh. I told Cheryl to mark me

incommunicado
for this afternoon,

so we can go
to the, uh, Gun World.

I changed my mind.

Oh, ya?

Ya.

You're gonna be
a zombie for Halloween,

and Scotty and I are gonna be
zombie hunters now.

Hmm.
But I...

I thought she said,
uh, witch bears.

Which whether that is, uh, bears

that practice witchcraft
or witches

that become bears,
I don't know, but...

No. Zombie hunters.

Scotty signed off on it.

Hmm.

Ooh, maybe we can find something

for the costumes at Gun World.

Bulletproof vests and the like.

I'm gonna write that down.

I got so much candy.

- Trick or treat.
- Trick or treat.

- Mmm, thank you.
- Thank you.

I live here... now.

Woe unto man,

for he has sinned
in the eyes of the Lord.

And for this wickedness,

he must pay.

In forgiveness
of your debts to man,

will you consume
his Lordship's sins to God?

I will.

You may begin.

More.

Say it.

Say it.

I give easement and rest
now to thee, dear man.

And for?

For thy peace...

...I pawn my own soul.

It is done and cannot be undone.

I live here now.

Arr! Welcome to Gun World.

How can I help ye?

I like your eye patch.

Actually, that's a,
that's a hunting accident.

Oh, geez. Oh, I stepped
right into that one.

Oh, no, no. I-I-I can see
where the confusion would...

We're looking
for a home defense solution.

Arr, then you came
to the right place.

-Hmm.
-Tell me,

what would you say
is the most critical

in the family conversation,
ease of use or stopping power?

-Stopping power. Definitely.
-Uh, ease of u... Oh.

Yeah.

Can I see
the Benelli M4 Tactical?

Benelli, yeah.

Your missus knows her stuff.

-Ah.
-Oh.

That's a...
How-how much is, uh...?

Oh, $1,300?

It's hard to put
a price on life.

Not-not for you,
apparently, so...

Oh.

Is it 12-gauge? Yeah.

Yeah, yeah,
you could go 12 or 20.

-Uh-huh.
-How about the Heckler 416?

Gas-operated,
short-stroke piston.

Shoots 850 rounds per minute.

Well, 800 rounds per...

-And a handgun.
-And? You want to get
both these?

Maybe the Desert Eagle.

Oh.

Trick
or treat, Gun World families.

It's the best holiday
of the year.

Uh...

Get 25% off all gunstocks.

No gun is off the market.

Plus ammunition.

Yeah, sure.

This is $5,000 worth of...

Well, like I said, yeah,
peace of mind is priceless.

Yeah, hon.

-Yeah.
-Is that gonna be
cash or credit?

Uh...

No credit.
I'll write you a check.

That's music to me ears.

- Yeah.
- -So, you got cases for these or...

Yeah, I'll have them all
boxed up for you

and ready to go next week
when you pick up the armaments.

- What do you mean?
- Well, of course,

there's the mandatory
waiting period

while we run the check.

Make sure you're not psychopaths

or, you know, socialists.

That last one's a joke.

-No.
-Oh. Yeah.

We need...

Our home is not safe right now.

Yeah, listen, I hear you.

It's this darn federal mandate.

They're taking aim at it
at the state house,

but until they can
shoot it dead, well...

It's only one week.

Yeah.

Let's take a look
at that pepper spray, then.

The what now?

Asshole.

I'm a winner.

I'm a winner.

I'm a winner.

I am a winner.

I'm a fucking winner.

I'm a winner.

I'm a winner. I'm a winner!

Hey, Pete.

What part of "bed rest"
don't you understand?

All of it, apparently.

I feel just sick
about Iron Mike.

Yeah, he was a fine man,
is what he was.

Say, uh, I'm looking for
anything you took off the DOA.

-Donny Ireland.
-Yeah, it's, uh...

You're just in time.

Uh, that other fella's
taking stock right now.

Who now?

Well, look who it is.

Did you just take something?

You know,
I was on crutches once.

Cornerback tackled me funny
senior year.

It's the armpits, right?
Super painful.

Just now, I, uh...

I saw you put something
in your pocket.

Uh, looked a bit like you,
actually.

Fella who blindsided me.

Black boy,
fat through the middle.

What'd you take?

Now...

son, I've been humoring you
on account of they gave you

the general anesthesia
not too long ago,

and that shit will make the Pope
see spaceships, but...

you accuse me of stealing
one more time,

and I'm gonna do to you what I
did to that boy in high school.

And believe me,

you never want to see
a tire iron

moving that fast
in your direction.

Last chance.

Tell me what you took.

You don't know?

I took your mama out for dinner.

She gave out that ass
like a coupon on coupon day.

- You okay, Witt?
- Yeah, yeah. I, um...

Say, did that fella
leave his card?

Yeah.

There you are.

Before we dig in,

I want to make clear
this is an informal gathering

- with information traveling
uphill from you to us,

not an interview-type situation
where we feel interrogated.

- Well, I do have--
- That's fine.

Deputy.

Well, as you know,
we have evidence

of a break-in at your son's
house in Scandia.

To wit, blood residue
and DNA traces

from hair samples
found in the master.

Yeah, my daughter-in-law says
that never happened.

Plus there is a state trooper
in North Dakota

who looks like is going to ID
Mrs. Lyon as present in the car

of two men who opened fire
on his prowler the same night,

with whom he then retreated
to a nearby filling station,

where they were held under siege

until reinforcements
could arrive.

Can't we just make
this whole thing go away?

I mean, really.

Whatever did or didn't happen,

I-I'm sure we can
handle this internally.

Mrs. Lyon,
a state trooper is dead.

In North Dakota.

Remind me which state
we're in again.

That's, uh...

We have real evidence
that two extremely violent men

kidnapped your daughter-in-law
for reasons unknown.

-You're not worried
they might come back?
-Which?

The dead one
or the one whose blood

is all over my son's floor?

Seriously,
I can protect my family,

whatever mischief
they may or may not get into.

And if the state trooper IDs
your daughter-in-law

as present for the melee after?

If North Dakota wants
to question either Mrs. Lyon,

Wayne or Dot,
they'll need to go through me.

So we're through.

Yeah. Yep.

What is your function?

Excuse me?

The police.
I mean, why do we need you?

Except as a tool to keep
a certain element in line.

To separate those who have

money, class, intellect

from those who don't.

You're gatekeepers,
standing outside the walls,

keeping the rabble
from getting in.

But in here, inside these walls,

you have no function.

You should remember that.

So, what do you want to do?

Bring in the security detail
we used last year.

Burl Huffmen's unit
from out in Las Vegas?

Put a team at Wayne's,
and up the security here

-and at my house.
-And what about Dorothy?

You said she showed you

the other side of the coin
yesterday.

She's a wolf in sheep's
clothing, that one.

We keep her close for now.

You said your man
is looking for dirt?

Yeah, former CIA.

Whatever she's hiding,
he'll find it.

Car ten, car ten,
what's your 20?

Copy that.

We got a 1015 on Elk Street
near Main.

Whenever you're done, if you
could head over and
take a look.

Uh, roger that. ETA 20 minutes.

All Stark County deputies,

we're hearing there's chickens
on the road out on 290

and a truck in a ditch.

This is Clem, car six.
On my way.

Sheriff to deputy.

Yeah, shoot.

Got to talk to you.

Meet me at Hammurabi Pawnshop.

Roger, Wilco.

ETA ten minutes.

What are we doing about Nadine?

I told you she goes by,
uh, Dorothy now.

Yeah. We'll leave her alone
until after the election.

-But...
-Is what I was thinking.

And with the feds
sniffing around.

But then last night
I had a dream.

What's today?

Uh, I don't know.

-The 31st?
-Halloween.

All Hallows' Eve,

in which the world of the gods
is made visible to humanity

and the dead come back to life.

That's what Nadine is,
can't you see?

She was dead, now she's back.

-So...
-So we get her tonight.

Everyone's in costume,
the streets are busy.

It's 2:00 already.

-Do you want me to...
-Only guys we can trust.

Ding-dong, trick-or-treat,
we send two around the back,

breach from both sides,
tie 'em up, put their masks on.

Their, uh...

-Their Halloween masks.
-Yeah.

Victor and villain, incognito,
then boom.

You're out the door,
you're in the van.

No one's the wiser.

Only guys we can trust. Say it.

Only guys we can trust.

You got this.

I believe in you.

Husband and the kid
won't be a problem.

It's the missus
you got to watch out for.

For thy peace,
I pawn my own soul.

Aah!

Going out, Mama.

Left or right?

Not sure.

The phone's saying one thing,
sign's saying something else.

Turn right, circle back.
We'll find 'em.

Fuck.

- Trick or treat.
- Trick or treat.

Mom? You coming?

Yeah, right behind you, squirt.

Mom?

I'm coming.

Now I get it.