Fargo

Hello, dearie.

Just popping in to see the good doctor.

Dr. Harvard.

Nurse Mayflower herself.

I'm just here with some early ho, ho, ho.

Uh, Miss Mayflower, uh, now is not the best...

The macaroon, you said.

Now, I thought it was a French cookie,

- but not so, it turns out. - Ah...

Italian, in origin.

Born, like all divinities, from the monastery.

Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry.

I did try my hand at pistachio,

but the color alone was a wave off.

Miss Mayflower, this is...

As I expressed in your interview... hardly necessary.

Not to mention I've just consumed a large lunch.

Oh, come now. You have to try one.

We are but human, after all,

prone to the whim and allure of such sugary delights.

And besides, these delicate creatures,

they're meant for the most refined palates, such as your own.

So, it really would be an honor.

Mmm.

Oh, vanilla. My favorite.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - (SNIFFS)

And if it's not the best macaroon you ever ate,

I'll hang up my apron.

- (LAUGHS): Mmm. - Hmm?

- Hmm. - See?

Mmm. (SMACKS LIPS)

Mmm. Extraordinary.

"... died under mysterious circumstances."

Oh, my... Why, he...

P-Please, he needs help, please. He's-he's collapsed.

Dr. Harvard.

- Dr. Harvard! - I-I-I'm gonna call a doctor.

Dr. Harvard!

Shit.

That fucking Mick.

I told you he was a rat.

He killed Mario, choke your sister.

Sh-Shut up!

Hunt him down.

You alone.

Go to Loy's house, kill Irish, kill the boy.

Kill everybody you have to.

What did you want to do with him?

Leave him for the birds.

We should kill him now. - Kid.

Shit, I'll do it myself.

So keep him alive, you're saying.

What?

Last I checked, you couldn't cut a fart.

Boss.

- Shut up. - They hit the Doctor.

- We got to... - We got to what?

We kill the brother.

Then what,

Mr. I See Myself as Managerial?

- We kill the brother, then what? - We go to war.

Well, how many men?

Positioned where?

First step, what? Second step, what?

Attack or defend?

You really thought you could get my boy shot

and grabbed up by the bulls and I'd do what?

- What? I'd do nothing? - Boss, that's not how it happened.

No, no. You the strategist.

What-What's the plan?

What? Shit your bed up to the top?

- Help me. - I told you.

You need me.

I got brains.

I ain't just muscle. The Doctor's dead.

- We got... - Say his name again!

- Boss... - Say his name again!

Say his name. Say his name.

Say his name.

You say it! How dare you? Say his name, say his name.

- Say his name. You say it! - Hey, hey, hey. Enough.

- Enough, enough! - What the fuck?!

- Hey, enough! - What?!

Look, this is Happy's cousin.

Hey! We're gonna need Happy if we're gonna win, man.

Hey! Loy.

Get him out of my sight.

Yeah.

All right.

Meet at my place at 3:00.

And, mister, you better believe it's gonna cost you.

: One little, two little, three little Indians...

"O ye fair ones,

how could ye have departed from the ways of the Lord?"

- What are you... - Don't get ideas.

It's a fortress. I checked.

Loy Cannon, numbers runner out of New York.

Loan shark, racketeering.

He picks our suspects up in his car a few days back,

takes them someplace.

Here, maybe.

I thought about pulling a warrant, but...

a birdie told me he owns some metro cops.

No secrets in the Kansas City PD.

But you know all that.

Yeah.

Sure, I heard of him.

That's like Jonah saying he heard

there's a big fish out there somewhere.

See...

I was thinking my females would take to the lam.

Turns out they're instead getting back to work.

What do you say, cowboy?

Want to go in, guns blazing, take 'em down together?

I, uh... I...

Eh, relax.

They'd chew us up for sure.

And yet...

Are you familiar with the blood atonement?

"And now, behold, I speak unto the Church.

"Thou shalt not kill,

"and he that kills shall not have forgiveness in this world,

"nor in the world to come.

"And again, I say, thou shalt not kill,

but he that killeth shall die."

I ain't heard that one, no.

He talked about you, too. Little birdie.

Said you fill your pockets,

just like the rest of 'em, and fly your crooked line.

Is that true?

What'd you say to me?

No. That's my trick.

You heard me just fine.

See, I can't help but think

you've been yanking my chain for weeks now

'cause your bread is buttered on the other side.

You know what you are? You're a fucking curse.

- Language. - You listen to me, slick.

If I knew where your Mormon God was, I'd drive through the night

and I'd stab him in the fucking eyes.

We're done.

If that's the way you want to go.

But careful how many sides you play, Palomino.

Even a gold coin's only got two faces.

Get out.

Out!

So remember how last week we talked about how syntax

is a set of rules that teaches us how to make a sentence...

Subject, verb, object.

- Like this? - (KNOCKING)

Can I help you?

Good afternoon.

There's a guard, usually. On the porch.

But not today.

How many kids in the house?

Get out of here.

Answer the question.

How about I got a question for you.

- For me? - Yeah.

You ever go to the zoo?

- Sometime. - Hmm.

You see the mama lion

and her cubs?

You think she's in that cage

for her protection?

To be fair,

it's what we call a rhetorical question.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Be careful with that.