Fargo

You can't roller‐skate in a buffalo herd

You can't roller‐skate in a buffalo herd

You can't roller‐skate in a buffalo herd

But you can be happy if you've a mind to

You can't take a shower in a parakeet cage

You can't take a shower in a parakeet cage

You can't take a shower

In a parakeet cage

But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All you got to do is put your mind to it

Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it

Well, you can't go a‐swimming in a baseball pool

You can't go swimming in a baseball pool

You can't go swimming in a baseball pool

But you can be happy if you've a mind to...

Let me see that lipstick.

You can't change film with a kid on your back

You can't change film with a kid on your back

You can't change film with a kid on your back

But you can be happy if you've a mind to

With a tiger in your car

You can't drive around with a tiger in your car...

I like your getup.

‐ ‐Thank you.

All you got to do...

‐ ‐

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. ‐DIBRELL: 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

Three little Indians

Four little, five little

Five little.

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.