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Fargo is a 1996 picture show almost an inept car salesman's attempted crime falls apart due to his and his henchmen'south bungling and the persistence of a pregnant police officer.

Directed by Joel Coen. Written past Joel Coen and Ethan Coen.

Small town. Big crime. Dead common cold. Taglines

Opening Text [edit]

THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
The events depicted in this moving-picture show
took place in Minnesota in 1987.
At the request of the survivors,
the names accept been changed.
Out of respect for the dead,
the residuum has been told exactly
equally it occurred.

Marge Gunderson [edit]

  • [on the phone] Oh my. Where? Yeah? Aw geez. Okay, there in a jif. Real adept, and so.
  • [after her hubby, Norm, kisses her] Ya got Arby's all over me.
  • [repeated line] Listen if I sit downward? I'm carrying quite a load here.
  • Then that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in in that location. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those 3 people in Brainerd. And for what? For a niggling bit of coin. In that location'south more to life than a little money, you lot know. Don't y'all know that? And hither ya are, and it'south a beautiful day. Well, I just don't understand information technology.

Jerry Lundegaard [edit]

  • [Practices calling Wade] Yah, Wade, It'south Jerry, I... Yah, Wade, information technology's, I, it'south Jerry... I don't know what to do it's Jean. I don't know what to do it'due south my wife. I don't know what to do it's Jean. Wade, it's Jerry, I... Wade, it'south Jerry! We gotta talk! Oh, geez, it's terrible... [calls the number] Yah, Wade Gustafson, delight.
  • I answered the darn - I'thousand cooperating here!

Carl Showalter [edit]

  • Would you crack the fuckin' window open, man. You know, it'due south proven that second-hand smoke is, uh, carcin-... uh, you know, a cancer agent.
  • Keep information technology still back there, lady, or else nosotros're gonna have to, ya know, to shoot ya.
  • Simply in town on business. Just in and out. Ha. Only a little of the former in-and-out.
  • Shep! What the hell are you doing! I was bangin' that daughter!
  • Stay away from me, homo! Hey, go smoke a fuckin' peace piping!

Others [edit]

  • Gaear Grimsrud: You're a smooth, smoothie, yah know?
  • Wade Gustafson: Information technology's my money. I'll deliver it - what exercise they intendance?...They want my money, they can deal with me.
  • Wade Gustafson: Look, Jerry, you're non selling me a damn car. It'south my bear witness here.
  • Mike Yanagita: Ya know, information technology's the Radisson, and so it's pretty good.
  • Mike Yanagita: So ya went and married Norm Son-of-a-Gunderson!
  • Shep Proudfoot: [beating Carl violently] Fucking niggling weasel! Fuck y'all! Yous fucking motherfucking son of a fucking bitching fucking cunt! Jesus fucking Christ y'all fucking shitbag motherfucker!

Dialogue [edit]

[Jerry meets Carl and Grimsrud sitting at the bar]
Jerry: I'm, uh, Jerry Lundegaard.
Carl: Y'all're Jerry Lundegaard?
Jerry: Yah. Shep Proudfoot said--
Carl: Shep said yous'd exist here at 7:xxx. What gives now?
Jerry: [confused] Shep said viii:30.
Carl: We've been sitting here an hour. He'south peed three times already.
Jerry: Ah, I'yard terribly sorry. Shep told me 8:30. It was a botch, I estimate.
Carl: You got the car?
Jerry: Yah, you lot bet! It's in the lot there. Brand-new burnt umber Ciera.
Carl: Yeah, okay, well, sit down then. [Jerry takes a seat] I'grand Carl Showalter and this is my associate Gaear Grimsrud.
Jerry: Yah, how ya doin'. So, we all attack this affair, and then?
Carl: Certain, Jerry, we're all gear up. Why wouldn't we be?
Jerry: Yah, no, I'm sure yous are. Shep vouched for yous and all. I got every confidence in you fellas. [smiles at Grimsrud] So, I guess that'due south it, then. Here are the keys...
Carl: No, that'south not it, Jerry.
Jerry: Huh?
Carl: The new vehicle, plus forty thousand dollars.
Jerry: Yah, just the deal was, the car first, see, then the twoscore thousand, like as if it was the bribe. I thought Shep told ya?
Carl: Shep didn't tell u.s. much, Jerry.
Jerry: Well, okay...
Carl: Except that you were gonna be here at seven:30.
Jerry: Yah, well, that was a mix-upwards, then.
Carl: Yeah, you already said that.
Jerry: Yah. But it's non a whole pay-in-advance deal. I give you a brand-new vehicle in advance and--
Carl: I'1000 non gonna argue you, Jerry.
Jerry: Okay.
Carl: I'm not gonna sit down here and debate. I will say this though, what Shep told u.s.a. didn't make a whole lot of sense.
Jerry: Oh, no, it's real audio. It's all worked out.
Carl: You want your own wife kidnapped?
Jerry: Yah.
Carl: You... My point is, you pay the bribe what eighty m bucks? I hateful, you requite u.s. half the ransom, forty grand, you keep one-half. Information technology'southward like robbing Peter to pay Paul, information technology doesn't make any sence.
Jerry: [laughs] Okay, meet, information technology'south not me payin' the bribe. The thing is, my married woman, she'due south wealthy. Her dad, he'south real well off. Now, I'm in a chip of trouble--
Carl: What kinda trouble are you in, Jerry?
Jerry: Well, that'due south... that'due south... I'm non get inta, inta... come across, I just need money. Now, her dad's real well off.
Carl: So? Why don't you just inquire him for the coin?
Grimsrud: Or your fucking wife, you know.
Carl: Or your fucking wife, Jerry?
Jerry: Well, information technology'due south all just role of this... They don't know I need it, come across. Okay, so in that location's that. And fifty-fifty if they did, I wouldn't go it. And then there's that on top, then. Come across, these're personal matters.
Carl: Personal matters?
Jerry: Yah. Personal matters that needn't, uh...
Carl: Okay, Jerry. You lot're tasking us to perform this mission, but you, yous won't, uh, you won't... Aw, fuck it, let's accept a look at that Ciera.
Jerry: - I'thousand the executive sales director.
Marge: - Yah, just I understand...
Jerry: - We run a pretty tight ship hither.
Marge: - I know, but how exercise they establish that? Are the cars counted daily, or what kind of a routine here?
Jerry: Ma'am! I answered your question.
Marge: - I'yard sorry, sir?
Jerry: - Ma'am, I answered your question.
Jerry: I answered the darn damn good question ... I'g cooperating here, and there's no...
Marge: Sir, you have no phone call to get snippy with me. I'1000 only doing my job here.
Jerry: Ok ...
Marge: ookie --
Scotty: [finishing supper] May I be excused?
Jerry: Ya done, there?
Scotty: Yah. Can I go out?
Jean: Where ya goin'?
Scotty: Just to McDonald's.
Jerry: Be back at 9:30.
Wade: He just ate - he didn't stop! He'south goin' to MAC-Donalds instead of finishin' hither.
Jean: He sees his friends there. It's okay.
Wade: It'due south okay? Whaddya call up they do there? They don't drink milkshakes, I clinch you lot.
Jean: It's okay, Dad!
Jerry: Wade, take ya had a gamble to think nigh, uh, that deal I was talkin' well-nigh, those 40 acres at that place on Wayzata?
Wade: You told me about information technology.
Jerry: Yah, y'all said you'd have a think about it. I understand it'due south a lot of money...
Wade: A heck of a lot. What'd you say you lot were gonna put in that location?
Jerry: A lot. It'southward a limited...
Wade: I know information technology's a lot.
Jerry: I hateful a parking lot.
Wade: Yah, well, seven hundred and fifty grand dollars is a lot.
Jerry: Yah, well, it's a clamper, but...
Wade: I used to own a lot myself way back in the late '50'due south. Information technology's a lotta money.
Jerry: Yah, well...
Wade: I thought y'all were gonna testify information technology to Stan Grossman. He passes on this stuff earlier information technology gets kicked upward to me.
Jerry: Well, yous know Stan'll say no dice. That'due south why y'all pay him. I'one thousand askin' yous here, Wade. This could work out existent proficient for me and Jean and Scotty.
Wade: Jean and Scotty'll never have to worry.
Grimsrud: Where is Pancakes Firm?
Carl: What?
Grimsrud: We stop at Pancakes House.
Carl: What are ya nuts? We had pancakes for breakfast. I desire to become somewhere I tin get a shot and a beer, and a steak, mayhap. No more fuckin' pancakes, c'mon man. C'mon man! Okay hither's an thought. We'll finish outside of Brainerd. I know a place in that location nosotros can go laid. What do ya call back?
Grimsrud: I'grand fuckin' hungry now, y'all know!
Carl: Yeah, yep. Jesus. I was just saying we could end, go pancakes, and get laid.
Jerry: [pretending to talk to his "boss"] You goin' to the Gophers on Sunday?
Salesman: Oh you betchya.
Jerry: Yous wouldn't happen to have an extra ticket?
Salesman: You lot kidin'!?
[Jerry returns to the customer]
Jerry: Well... He never done this before, but seeing as information technology'due south special circumstances and all, he says I can knock a hundred dollars off that Trucoat.
Irate client: I hundred... Y'all lied to me, Mr Lundegaard. Yous're a baldheaded-faced liar. A... fucking liar!
Customer'south wife: Bucky, please.
Irate customer: Where's my goddamn check book? Lets get this over with.
Jerry: Say, Shep, how ya doin' there? Say, uh, ya know those 2 fellas ya put me in touch with up at that place in Fargo?
Shep: Put yous in bear on with Grimsrud.
Jerry: Yah, well, he had a buddy there. He, um...
Shep: I didn't vouch for him.
Jerry: Well, that'south okay.
Shep: I vouch for Grimsrud. Who's his buddy?
Jerry: Uh, Carl somethin'?
Shep: Never heard of him. Don't vouch for him.
Jerry: Well, that's okay, he'southward a buddy of the guy ya vouched for, so I'm not worryin'. I merely, I was wondering, come across, I gotta make it impact with 'em for. Encounter this deal I've been working on, I might not need it anymore, sumpn's happenin', see.
Shep: Telephone call 'em up.
Jerry: Yah, well, see, I did that, and I haven't been able to become 'em, so I idea you maybe'd know an alternate number or what take yous.
Shep: Nope.
Jerry: [optimistic] Okay! Well, existent practiced, so.
[Carl and Gaear are driving into Minneapolis]
Carl: Hey, expect at that. Twin Cities. That's the IDS Edifice, the big glass one. Tallest skyscraper in the Midwest - afterward the uh, Sears, in, uh, Chicago, or John Hancock Building, any. Y'all e'er been to Minneapolis?
Grimsrud: Nope.
Carl: Would it kill you to say something?
Grimsrud: I did.
Carl: "No." That's the first thing you've said in the final four hours. That's a, that'south a fountain of conversation, homo. That's a geyser. I mean, whoa, daddy, stand up back, human being. Shit. Y'all know I'thousand sittin' here drivin', doin' all the drivin', homo, the whole fuckin' mode from Brainerd, drivin', just tryin' to chat, you know, proceed our spirits up, fight the boredom of the road, and yous can't say one fuckin' thing just in the way of conversation? Well, fuck it. I don't accept to talk either, man. Come across how you similar it. [Break] Just total fuckin' silence. Two tin play at that game, smart guy. Nosotros'll only encounter how you like it. Full silence.
Deifenbach: Mr. Lundegaard, this is Reilly Deifenbach calling from GMAC. How are you this morning?
Jerry: Yah, existent good. How you doin'?
Deifenbach: Pretty good, Mr. Lundegaard. You're damned hard to get on the phone.
Jerry: Yah, information technology's pretty darned decorated hither, but that'due south the style we similar information technology.
Deifenbach: That's for sure. Now, I just need, on these last, these financing documents you sent united states, I can't read the serial numbers of the vehicles on here, and then I--
Jerry: But I already got the, it's okay, the loans are in identify, I already got the, the what, the--
Deifenbach: Yeah, the three hundred and xx thousand, you got the coin terminal month.
Jerry: Yah, then we're all set.
Deifenbach: Yeah, but the vehicles you were borrowing on, I only can't read the serial numbers on your application. Maybe if you could just read them to me--
Jerry: But the deal's already done, I already got the money.
Deifenbach: Yeah, simply nosotros take an audit here, I just have to know that these vehicles you're financing with this coin, that they really exist.
Jerry: Yah, well, they exist all right.
Deifenbach: I'm sure they practice, but I can't read their series numbers here. Then if you lot could read me--
Jerry: Well, but meet... I don't have them in forepart of me. Why don't I just fax you over a re-create?
Deifenbach: No. Fax is no good, that'southward what I have and I can't read the darn thing.
Jerry: Yah, okay, I'll take my girl send you lot over a copy, then.
Deifenbach: Okay, because if I can't correlate this annotation with the specific vehicles, so I gotta call back that money.
Jerry: Yah, how much money was that?
Deifenbach: Three hundred and twenty g. See, I gotta correlate that money with the cars it'southward being lent on.
Jerry: Yah, no problem, I'll just fax that over to ya, then.
Deifenbach: No, no, fax is--
Jerry: I mean send it over! I'll shoot it correct over to ya.
Deifenbach: Okay.
Jerry: Okay, real expert, then.
[In struggling to get Jean under control, she bites Gaear'due south right manus]
Gaear Grimsrud: [lifts upward his mask and looks at the bite as Carl heads upward the stairs backside Jean] Unguent.
Carl Showalter: What?!
Gaear Grimsrud: I need Unguent!
Jerry Lundegaard: How ya doin' there, Stan? How are ya, Wade?
Stan Grossman: Good to see ya again, Jerr'. If these numbers are right, this looks pretty sweet.
Jerry Lundegaard: Oh, those numbers are right, all right. Believe me.
Wade Gustafson: This is doable.
Stan Grossman: Congratulations, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, thanks, Stan, it's a pretty--
Wade Gustafson: What kind of finder'due south fee were y'all looking for?
Jerry Lundegaard: Huh?
Stan Grossman: The financials are pretty thorough, then the only thing we don't know is your fee.
Jerry Lundegaard: My fee? Wade, what the heck're you talkin' about?
Wade Gustafson: Stan and I're okay.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Wade Gustafson: We're good to loan in.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Wade Gustafson: But we never talked nigh your fee for bringin' it to usa.
Jerry Lundegaard: No, simply, Wade, see, I was bringin' you this bargain for yous to loan me the money to put in. It'southward my deal here, encounter?
Stan Grossman: Jerry, we thought you were bringin' usa an investment.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, right.
Stan Grossman: You're sayin'... What're y'all sayin'?
Wade Gustafson: You're sayin' that we put in all the money and you collect when information technology pays off?
[Wade and Stan laugh]
Jerry Lundegaard: No, no. I- I 'd, pay you back the principal, and involvement. Heck, I'd get one over prime?
Stan Grossman: We're non a banking company, Jerry.
Wade Gustafson: What the heck, Jerry, if I wanted bank involvement on seven hundred l one thousand I'd get to Midwest Federal. Talk to Neb Diehl.
Stan Grossman: He's at Norstar.
Wade Gustafson: He's at--
Jerry Lundegaard: No, see, I don't need a finder's fee, I demand a... finder's fee's, what, x percent? Heck, that's not gonna practice it for me. I need the principal!
Stan Grossman: Jerry, nosotros're not just going to give you 7 hundred and fifty thousand dollars!
Wade Gustafson: What the heck were you thinkin'? Heck, if I'm only gettin' banking company interest, I'd look for complete security. Heck, FDIC. I don't see nothin' like that here.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, but I... Okay, I would, I'd guarantee ya your money back.
Wade Gustafson: I'm not talkin' virtually your damn word, Jerry! Geez, what the heck're you--
Stan Grossman: Nosotros're not a banking company, Jerry.
Wade Gustafson: Well, look, I don't want to cutting you out of the loop, but this here'due south a proficient deal. I assume, if y'all're non interested, you won't mind if we move on it. Independently.
Gaear Grimsrud: [to Jean] Shut the fuck upwardly! Or I'll throw you back into the body, you lot know.
Carl Showalter: Geez. That's more'n I've heard you say all week.
State Trooper: This is a new car, then, sir?
Carl: It certainly is, officer. Still got that odour.
Marge: Okay, then we got a trooper pulls someone over, we got a shooting. These folks drive past, there's a high-speed pursuit, ends here, and and so this execution-type deal.
Lou: Yah.
Marge: I'd exist very surprised if our suspect was from Brainerd.
Lou: Yah!
Marge: And I'll tell you what, from his footprint he looks like a big fella... [bends over]
Lou: Come across somethin' downward there, Master?
Marge: No, I just remember I'm gonna barf.
Lou: Geez. You okay there, Margie?
Marge: Yah, I'thousand fine. [stands upward straight] Information technology'south just morning sickness. Well, that passed.
Lou: Oh yah?
Marge: Yah, now I'one thousand hungry again.
Lou: You eat breakfast yet, Margie?
Marge: Oh yah. Norm fabricated some eggs.
Lou: Yah? Well, what at present d'ya think?
Marge: Lets go accept a await at that trooper.
[Lou and Marge are driving away from the crime scene]
Lou: The last vehicle that the trooper cited was a tan Ciera at ii:18 AM. Nether the plate number, he put DLR - I effigy they stopped him or shot him before he could finish fillin' out the tag number... And then I got the state lookin' for a Ciera with a tag startin' DLR. They don't got no friction match notwithstanding.
Marge: I'm not sure that I concur with you a hundred percent on your policework there, Lou.
Lou: Yah?
Marge: Yah. I think that vehicle in that location probably had dealer plates. DLR?
Lou: Oh... Geez.
Marge: Say Lou. Did ya hear the one almost the guy who couldn't afford personalized plates, so he went and inverse his name to J3L 2404?
Lou: Yah, that'south a proficient one.
Stan Grossman: Okay. Nosotros'll go the money together. Don't worry near it, Jerry. Now, d'you lot want anyone at dwelling, with you, until they call?
Jerry: No, I- they don't desire- they're just s'posed to be dealin' with me, they were real articulate. Ya know, they said no 1 listenin' in, they'll exist watchin', ya know. Possibly information technology's all bull, but like you said, Stan, they're callin' the shots.
Stan Grossman: Okay. And Scotty, is he gonna be all correct?
Jerry: Yah... Geez... Scotty. I'll get talk to him.
Jerry: How ya doin' in that location, Scotty?
Scotty: [crying] Dad... What're they doing? What do ya call up they're doin' with Mom?
Jerry: It's okay, Scotty. They're not gonna want to hurt her whatever. These men... they just want money.
Scotty: What if... What if sumpn goes wrong, Dad?
Jerry: No, no, nothin'south goin' incorrect here. Grandad and I, we're- we're makin' sure this gets handled right.
Scotty: I really think nosotros should call the cops, ya know.
Jerry: No. No one tin can know about this thing. We gotta play ball with these guys. Y'all inquire Stan Grossman, he'll tell ya the same thing!
Scotty: Yep, but Dad--
Jerry: We're gonna go Mom back for ya, but we gotta play brawl. Ya know, that'southward the bargain. So if Lorraine calls, or Sylvia, yous just say that Mom's down in Florida with Pearl and Marty. That's the all-time we can exercise here.
Hooker #two: Yeah, we both did. She went to college besides.
Hooker #1: I went to Normandale for about a twelvemonth'n-a-one-half.
Hooker #2: Yah, that'due south where nosotros met.
Hooker #1: But I dropped out though.
Hooker #2: Yah, she dropped.
Hooker #1: Yah!
Marge: So, where you girls from?
Hooker #1: Chaska.
Hooker #two: Le Sueur. Simply I went to high school in White Bear Lake. Go Bears.
Marge: Okay. I want you to tell me what these fellas looked like.
Hooker #1: Well, the piddling guy, he was kinda funny-looking.
Marge: In what manner?
Hooker #i: I dunno, simply funny-lookin'.
Marge: Can you exist any more specific?
Hooker #ane: I couldn't really say. He wasn't circumcised.
Marge: Was he funny lookin' autonomously from that?
Hooker #i: Yes.
Marge: And then, you lot were having sex activity with the footling fella then?
Hooker #ane: Uh-huh.
Marge: Is there anything else you can tell me about him?
Hooker #ane: No. Like I say, he was funny lookin'. More than n' most people even.
Marge: And what almost the other fella?
Hooker #2: He was a little older. You know, looked like the Marlboro man.
Marge: Oh yah?
Hooker #2: Yah. But maybe I'thousand sayin' that, you lot know, crusade he smoked Marlboros.
Marge: Uh-huh.
Hooker #2: You know, similar a hidden-blazon thing.
Marge: Yah, that can happen.
Hooker #ii: Yah.
Hooker #1: They said they were goin' to the Twin Cities?
Marge: Oh, yah?
Hooker #2: Yah!
Hooker #1: Yah. Is that useful to ya?
Marge: Oh, you betchya, yah.
[Jerry answers the phone at his role]
Jerry Lundegaard: Jerry Lundegaard.
Carl Showalter: All correct, Jerry, you got this phone to yourself?
Jerry Lundegaard: Well... yah.
Carl Showalter: Know who this is?
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, yah, I got an idea. How's that Ciera workin' out for ya?
Carl Showalter: Circumstances have changed, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: Well... what do ya mean?
Carl Showalter: Things take changed. Circumstances, Jerry. Beyond the, uh, acts of God, force majeure-
Jerry Lundegaard: What the... how's Jean?
Carl Showalter: Who's Jean?
Jerry Lundegaard: My wife! What the- how'due south...
Carl Showalter: Oh, Jean'due south okay, only there'southward 3 people up in Brainerd who aren't and then okay, I'll tell ya that.
Jerry Lundegaard: What the heck're you talkin' about? Let'due south only cease up this deal here -
Carl Showalter: Blood has been shed, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: What the heck ya mean?
Carl Showalter: Three people. In Brainerd.
Jerry Lundegaard: Oh, geez.
Carl Showalter: That's right and we need more coin.
Jerry Lundegaard: The heck d'ya mean? What a you fellas get yourself mixed up in?
Carl Showalter: Nosotros demand more than -
Jerry Lundegaard: This was s'posed to exist a no-rough-stuff-blazon deal...
Carl Showalter: DON'T E'er INTERRUPT ME, JERRY! But SHUT THE FUCK Upwardly!
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, I'one thousand sorry, but I only - I -
Carl Showalter: Look, I'thou not gonna debate you, Jerry. The cost is now the whole amount. We want the entire $80,000.
Jerry Lundegaard: Oh, for Christ sakes here...
Carl Showalter: Blood has been shed. We've incurred risks, Jerry. I'yard coming into town tomorrow. Accept the money ready.
Jerry Lundegaard: Now we had a bargain. A deal'south a deal.
Carl Showalter: Is it, Jerry? Why don't you inquire those 3 poor souls in Brainerd if a deal's a deal. Become ahead, enquire them!
Jerry Lundegaard: The heck practice ya mean?
Carl Showalter: [mimicking] "The heck ya hateful?" I'll meet you tomorrow.
[Jerry hangs up, just the phone rings again]
Jerry Lundegaard: YAH!
Reilly Deifenbach: Jerome Lundegaard?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Reilly Deifenbach: This is Reilly Deifenbach at GMAC. Sir, I have not yet received those vehicle ID'due south y'all promised me.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah! I... Those are in the postal service.
Reilly Deifenbach: That very well may be. I must inform you, however, that absent the receipt of those numbers by tomorrow afternoon, I will have to refer this matter to our legal department.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Reilly Deifenbach: My patience is at an end.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Reilly Deifenbach: Expert day, sir.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
[Jerry hangs upwardly and slams his binder on his desk]
Officer Olson: Hiya, Norm. How ya doin' Margie? How's the fricassee?
Marge: Pretty darn good, ya want some?
Officer Olson: No, I gotta-- hey, Norm, I thought y'all were goin' fishin' upwards at Mille Lacs?
Norm: Yah, after lunch.
Officer Olson: Ah.
Marge: Whatcha got in that location?
Officer Olson: The numbers y'asked for. Calls made from the lobby pay phone at the Blue Ox. Ii to Minneapolis that nighttime. Commencement 1's a trucking company, second 1's a individual residence. A Shep Proudfoot.
Marge: Uh-huh... A what?
Officer Olson: Shep Proudfoot. That's a name.
Marge: Oh. Yah, okay, I remember I'll drive downwards in that location, and so.
Officer Olson: Oh, yah? Twin Cities?
Norm: [to Marge] Oh yah?
Wade Gustafson: Damn it! I wanna be a part of this thing!
Jerry Lundegaard: No, Wade! They were real clear! They said they'd call tomorrow with instructions and information technology's gonna be delivered by me lonely!
Wade Gustafson: Information technology'southward my money, I'll evangelize it - what practice they care?
Stan Grossman: Wade's got a point in that location. I'll handle the telephone call if you want, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: No, no. Run into - they, no, see, they but deal with me. Ya experience this, this nervousness on the phone there, they're very - these guys're unsafe.
Wade Gustafson: All the more reason! I don't want you - with all due respect, Jerry, I don't want you mucking this upward.
Jerry Lundegaard: The heck ya hateful?
Wade Gustafson: They want my money, they tin can deal with me. Otherwise I'm goin' to a professional. There's a 1000000 dollars hither!
Jerry Lundegaard: No, see -
Wade Gustafson: Look, Jerry, you're not sellin' me a damn car! It'due south my show here. That'due south that.
Stan Grossman: It's the way we prefer to handle it, Jerry.
[Carl has gone by a parking garage to put Minnesota plates over his Ciera's temporary tags]
Attendant: Hi.
Carl: Yeah, I decided not to park here.
Attendant: What exercise you mean? Yous decided not to park hither?
Carl: Yeah, I simply came in. I decided not to park here.
Attendant: You, uh... I'thou sorry, sir, merely--
Carl: I decided not to... I'm, uh, not taking the trip as information technology turns out.
Attendant: I'm lamentable, sir, we do have to charge you the four dollars.
Carl: I just pulled in here. I just fuckin' pulled in here!
Attendant: Well, see, there's a minimum charge of four dollars. Long-term parking charges by the day.
Carl: I estimate y'all recollect, ya know, you're some kind of an authorisation figure. With that stupid fucking uniform. Huh, buddy? King Prune-on Tie here. Big fucking human being, huh? Y'all know, these are the limits of your life, man. Ruler of your little fucking gate here. In that location's your iv dollars, you pathetic piece of shit.
Marge: So, do you recollect getting a phone call last Wednesday night?
Shep: Nope.
Marge: Well, you do reside their at 1425 Fremont Terrace?
Shep: Yep.
Marge: Anyone else residing there?
Shep: No.
Marge: Well, Mr. Proudfoot, this telephone call came in past 3 in the morning time. Information technology's simply hard for me to believe you tin't remember anyone calling. Now, I know you've had some problems, struggling with the narcotics, another entanglements, currently on parole...
Shep: So?
Marge: Well, associating with criminals, if you're the one they talked to, that right there would be a violation of your parole. And would end with you back in Stillwater. At present, I saw some crude stuff on your priors, but nix in the nature of a homicide. I know yous don't desire to be an accessory to something similar that. So y'all think you might recollect who those folks were who called ya?
[Jerry is doodling at his desk]
Marge: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: Huh? Yah?
Marge: Could take but a minute of your time here?
Jerry: What- What is it all about?
Marge: Hmm? Practise you heed if I sit downward? I'g carrying quite a load here. You're the owner here, Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: Naw, I... Executive Sales Manager.
Marge: Well, you can assistance me. My proper name's Marge Gunderson--
Jerry: My male parent-in-law, he's the owner.
Marge Gunderson: Uh-huh! Well, I'1000 a constabulary officer from up Brainerd investigating some malfeasance and I was just wondering if y'all've had any new vehicles stolen off the lot in the past couple of weeks? Specifically a tan Cutlass Ciera? [Jerry simply stares at her] Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: [smiles] Brainerd?
Marge: Yah. Yah. Home a Paul Bunyan and Babe the Bluish Ox.
Jerry: Babe the Blue Ox. [laughs]
Marge: Yah, ya know we've got the large statue there. And so, you oasis't had whatever vehicles go missing then?
Jerry: [smiles] Nope. No, ma'am.
Marge: Okey-dokey, thank you a bunch. I'll let you get back to your paperwork then.
Mike: Marge!?
Marge: Mike!
Mike: Geez! Oh, you look slap-up! [awkwardly hugs Marge]
Marge: Yah, easy there, you do too! I'm expecting, ya know.
Mike: I encounter that! That's bully! Oh, what can I go ya?
Marge: Just a Diet Coke, please. [they take a seat at the booth] This is a nice place.
Mike: Yah, ya know it's the Radisson, and then information technology's pretty good.
Marge: So, you're livin' in Edina, now?
Mike: Oh, yah, couple years now. It's actually Eden Prairie, that school district. So Principal Gunderson, so! So ya went and married Norm Son-of-a-Gunderson!
Marge: Oh, yah, a long time ago.
Mike: Great. So, uh, what brings ya downward. Are ya downwardly hither on that homicide if you lot're allowed, ya know, to hash out that?
Marge: Oh, yah, but at that place's non a heck of a lot to discuss. So, what nigh you, Mike? Are you lot married? You got kids?
Mike: Well, uh, I was married. I was married to- You lot heed if I sit over here? [slids out of his side of the berth and eases in adjacent to Marge] I was married to Linda Cooksey.
Marge: No, I... Mike, why don't ch'ya sit over at that place, I'd adopt that.
Mike: Huh? Oh, okay. [slids back to his original seat beyond from Marge] I'thou sorry.
Marge: No, only and then I can run into ya, ya know. Don't take to plow my neck.
Mike: Oh, sure, I understand, I didn't mean to-
Marge: No, no, that's fine.
Mike: Yah, lamentable, so I was married to Linda Cooksey- ya remember Linda? She was a year behind usa.
Marge: Yah, I call back I recall Linda, yah. Oh yah! And so, things didn't work out, huh?
Mike: And so I- and then I been workin' for Honeywell for a few years now.
Marge: Well, they're a skilful outfit.
Mike: Yah, if you're an engineer, yah, you could practise a lot worse. Of form, it's not, uh, information technology's nothin' like your accomplishment.
Marge: It sounds similar you're doin' really super.
Mike: Yah, well, I, uh... it's not that it didn't work out... Linda had leukemia. She passed away.
Marge: Oh, no.
Mike: Information technology was a tough, uh ... it was a long. She fought real hard.
Marge: I'grand sorry, Mike.
Mike: Oh, ya know, that's, uh - what can I say? Better times, huh?
Marge: Meliorate times.
Mike: And, oh, and so I saw yous on the news and I remembered... I e'er liked you lot...
Marge: Well, I e'er liked y'all, Mike.
Mike: I always liked y'all so much!
Marge: [awkward suspension] And so, Mike, should we get together another time, ya remember?
Mike: No! No, I'm lamentable! It's merely- I shouldn't a done this... I thought we'd have a actually terrific fourth dimension, and at present I've...
Marge: Information technology's okay, Mike.
Mike: You were such a super lady! And and so I... I been so lonely... [cries]
Marge: It's okay.
Female Escort: And then, you from around here?
Carl: Just in boondocks on business organization. Simply in and out. A footling of the onetime in-and-out.
Female Escort: What do ya do?
Carl: Accept ya been to the Celebrity Room before? With other, uh, clients?
Female Escort: I don't think so. Information technology's nice.
Carl: Yeah, well, it depends on the creative person. You know, José Feliciano, ya got no complaints. Waiter! What is he deafened? So, how long you been with the escort service?
Female Escort: I don't know, a few months.
Carl: Find that work interesting, do ya?
Female Escort: What're ya talkin' about?
[Carl has simply been beaten upward past Shep]
Jerry Lundegaard: [answers the phone] Yah?
Carl Showalter: All right, Jerry, I'1000 through fucking around! Yous got the fucking money?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, I got the money, but, uh -
Carl Showalter: Don't y'all fucking "but" me, Jerry! I want y'all with this money on the Dayton-Radisson parking ramp, elevation level, thirty minutes, and we'll wrap this up!
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, okay, only, uh -
Carl Showalter: Y'all're at that place in 30 minutes or I find you lot, Jerry, and I shoot you, and I shoot your fucking wife, and I shoot all your little fucking children, and I shoot 'em all in the back of their piffling fucking heads! Got it?
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay, at present you stay abroad from Scotty now.
Carl Showalter: Got it?!
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay. Existent good and then.
Carl: Who the fuck are you?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!
Wade: I've got your damn coin! Now where's my daughter?
Carl: I am through fuckin' around! Driblet that fuckin' briefcase!
Wade: Where's my girl!?
Carl: Fuck you lot man! Where the fuck's Jerry?! I gave unproblematic fuckin' instructions!
Wade: Where's my damn daughter? No Jean, no coin!
Carl: Drib that fucking money!
Wade: No Jean, no money!
Carl: Is this a fuckin' joke here? [pulls out his gun and shoots Wade]
Wade: [falls down] Ohhhhh jeeeeez...
Carl: Happy at present, fuckhole? What the fuck'due south with you fucking people?! Ya fucking imbeciles!
[Wade shoots Carl in the cheek; Carl falls on his crotch, his gun firing wildly equally he stumbles]
Carl: OW! Fuckin' shot me! [uses his left mitt to staunch his haemorrhage cheek while he stands upwards, awkwardly aims his gun at Wade, and shoots him eight more than times]
[Carl approaches the parking lot exit after shooting Wade]
Attendant: May I have your ticket please? [He sees Carl'south bloody face]
Carl Showalter: Open the fucking gate!
[Officer Olson stops by Mr. Mohra's abode]
Mr. Mohra: How ya doin'?
Officeholder Olson: Mr. Mohra?
Mr. Mohra: Yah.
Officer Olson: Officer Olson.
Mr. Mohra: Yah, right-o. Well, so, I'm tendin' bar down at that place at Ecklund & Swedlund'southward last Tuesday and this fiddling guy's drinkin' and he says, 'So where tin a guy detect some activeness? I'yard goin' crazy out there at the lake.' And I says, 'What kinda activity?' And he says, 'Adult female action, what do I look similar?' And I says, 'Well, what exercise I wait like? I don't arrange that kinda thing.' And he says, 'But I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake,' and I says, 'Yah, but this own't that kinda identify.'
Officer Olson: Uh-huh.
Mr. Mohra: He says, 'Oh, then I become it, so you think I'm some kinda wiggle for askin',' only he don't employ the word "jerk".
Officer Olson: I understand.
Mr. Mohra: And so he calls me a jerk and says the concluding guy who thought he was a jerk is dead now. And then, I don't say nothin'. He says, 'What practice ya think about that?' And I says, 'Well, that don't audio like also good a deal for him, then.'
Officer Olson: [chuckles] Y'all got that right.
Mr. Mohra: Yah. He says, 'Yah, that guy'southward dead and I don't mean of onetime historic period.' And then he says, 'Geez, I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake.'
Officer Olson: [points] White Carry Lake?
Mr. Mohra: Yah, well, at Ecklund & Swedlund's, that's closer to Moose Lake, so I fabricated that assumption.
Officer Olson: Oh, sure.
Mr. Mohra: Anyway, he was drinkin' at the bar, so I don't recollect a whole great deal of information technology, but so Mrs. Mohra, she heard about the homicides downwards here and thought I should phone call information technology in, and so I chosen information technology in. End of story.
Officer Olson: Well, what'd this guy look like, anyways?
Mr. Mohra: Oh, he'south a little guy. Kinda funny-lookin'.
Officeholder Olson: Uh-huh. In what way?
Mr. Mohra: Oh, merely in a general kinda fashion.
Officer Olson: Okay. Well, thanks a agglomeration, Mr. Mohra. You're right, information technology's probably nothin', but thanks for callin' her in.
Mr. Mohra: Sure. Looks like she's gonna turn cold tomorrow.
Officer Olson: [looks upwards to the sky] Oh yah. Got a front comin' in.
Mr. Mohra: Yah, you got that right.
Marge: [on the phone] No, I'm leavin' this mornin', back up to Brainerd.
Det. Sibert: Well, I'm sorry I won't see ya.
Marge: But ya recollect he's all right? I saw him last nighttime and he'southward -
Det. Sibert: What'd he say?
Marge: Well, information technology was nothin' specific he said, it but seemd like it all hit him really hard, his wife dyin' -
Det. Sibert: His wife?
Marge: Linda.
Det. Sibert: Who?
Marge: Linda Cooksey.
Det. Sibert: No! No. No, they weren't - he, uh, he was bothering Linda for near, oh, for a practiced yr. Really pestering her, wouldn't leave her alone.
Marge: So, they didn't...
Det. Sibert: No. No, they never married. Mike'south had psychiatric issues.
Marge: Oh. Oh, my.
Det. Sibert: Yah, he's been struggling. He'due south living with his parents now.
Marge: Oh, geez.
Det. Sibert: Yah, Linda's fine. You should call her.
Marge Gunderson: Geez. Well... geez, that's a surprise.
Marge Gunderson: Mr. Lundegaard? Sad to carp you over again. Can I come in?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, no, I'k kinda - I'one thousand kinda decorated hither.
Marge Gunderson: I understand. I'll keep information technology existent short, then. I'k on my way out of boondocks, just I was just - Do you mind if I sit down downwards? I'm conveying a fleck of a load here.
Jerry Lundegaard: No, I -
Marge Gunderson: Yah, information technology's this vehicle I asked you about yesterday. I was merely wondering -
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, like I told ya, we haven't had any vehicles get missing.
Marge Gunderson: Okay! Are ya certain? Cause, I mean, how do yous know? Considering, see, the criminal offence I'm investigating, the perpetrators were driving a car with dealer plates, and they called someone who works here. Then it'd be quite a coincidence if they weren't - ya know - connected!
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, I run into.
Marge Gunderson: So how do yous - have you done any kind of inventory recently?
Jerry Lundegaard: The car's not from our lot, ma'am.
Marge Gunderson: Just do you know that for certain without -
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, I would know. I'm the Executive Sales Managing director!
Marge Gunderson: Yah, but -
Jerry Lundegaard: We run a pretty tight send here.
Marge Gunderson: I empathise. Do you practice a count, or what kind of a routine do you have here?
Jerry Lundegaard: Ma'am, I answered your question!
[Pause]
Marge Gunderson: I'm sorry, sir?
Jerry Lundegaard: Ma'am, I answered your question. I answered the darned... I'thou cooperatin' here! And, I...
Marge Gunderson: Sir, yous accept no call to get snippy with me, I'm just doing my job here.
Jerry Lundegaard: I'chiliad... I'm not arguing here! I'chiliad cooperating. So there's no demand to... we're doin' all nosotros tin can here.
Marge Gunderson: Sir, could I talk to Mr. Gustafson?
[Jerry stares at her]
Marge Gunderson: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, heck! If you wanna - if you wanna play games here! I'grand workin' with ya on this thing, but I... Okay! I'll do a damned lot count!
Marge Gunderson: Sir? Right now?
[Jerry puts on his coat and hat]
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, right now! Y'all're darn tootin'! If it's and then damned imporant to ya!
Marge Gunderson: Well, I'm sorry, sir!
Jerry Lundegaard: Ah, what the Christ!
[Jerry leaves, then is seen driving away]
Marge Gunderson: Oh for Pete'due south sake! He's fleeing the interview! He'due south fleeing the interview!
[Gaear is watching a Idiot box soap opera. Carl bursts in through the door, still bleeding from the bullet wound he sustained at the parking garage.]
Carl: [forcefulness-laughs] You should see the other guy. [He sees Jean slumped to the floor, dead] The fuck happened to her?
Grimsrud: Uh, she started shrieking, ya know.
Carl: Jeezus. Oh. Well, I got the money. All of it. All fourscore grand. Xl for you, 40 for me. That's it, and so. Here are the keys to my truck. I'thou takin' the Ciera.
Grimsrud: We split that.
Carl: How the fuck do ya dissever a fuckin' motorcar, ya dummy?! With a fuckin' chainsaw?!
Grimsrud: One of usa pays the other for half.
Carl: Hold on. No fuckin' fashion! You fuckin' notice this?! [motions to his bullet wound] I got fuckin' shot!! I got fuckin' shot in the face up!! I went and got the fuckin' money! I got shot fuckin' pickin' it up! I've been upwards for thirty-six fuckin' hours! I'm takin' that fuckin' car! That fucker'south mine, ya fuckin' asshole. Ya know, I've been listenin' to your fuckin' bullshit all week. Are we square? [Gaear does non reply. Carl indicates his gun.] Are we square? [Gaear does not reply.] Yeah, ya fuckin' mute. And if you see your friend Shep Proudfoot, tell him I'm gonna smash his fuckin' ass! [storms out of the business firm]
Lou: [vox from cop scanner] His wife. This guy says she was kidnapped concluding Wednesday.
Marge Gunderson: The day of our homicides.
Lou: Yah.
Marge Gunderson: And this guy is who?
Lou: Lundegaard's father-in-police's accountant.
Marge: Gustafson's auditor.
Lou: Yah.
Marge Gunderson: But we still haven't establish Gustafson.
Lou: [crackle] ...looking...
Marge Gunderson: Sad, didn't copy that Lou.
Lou: Still missing. Nosotros're looking.
Marge Gunderson: Copy. And Lundegaard too.
Lou: Yah. Where are ya, Margie?
Marge Gunderson: Oh, I'm most back. I'grand driving around Moose Lake.
Lou: Oh. Gary's loudmouth.
Marge Gunderson: Yah, the loudmouth. And so the whole land has it, huh. Lundegaard and Gustafson?
Lou: Yah, it'southward over the wire, it's everywhere, they'll find 'em.
Marge Gunderson: Copy.
Lou: We've got a -
Marge Gunderson: There's the car! In that location's the car!
Lou: Whose auto?
Marge Gunderson: My car! My machine! Tan Ciera! Tan Ciera!
[Marge climbs into bed with Norm]
Norm: They announced it.
Marge: They announced information technology?
Norm: Yah.
Marge: And then?
Norm:Iii-cent postage.
Marge: Your mallard?
Norm: Yah.
Marge: Why that's terrific!
Norm: It's simply the three-cent.
Marge: Information technology's terrific.
Norm: Hautman's blueish-winged teal got the twenty-nine cent. People don't much use the three-cent.
Marge: Oh, for Pete's sake, of form they practise! Whenever they raise the postage stamp, people demand the little stamps.
Norm: Yah?
Marge: When they're stuck with a agglomeration of the sometime ones.
Norm: Yah, I guess.
Marge: That'southward terrific. I'm so proud of ya, Norm. Heck, Norm, you know nosotros're doin' pretty skilful.
Norm: I honey y'all, Margie.
Marge: I beloved y'all, Norm.
Norm: Two more months.
Marge: Two more months.

Taglines [edit]

  • Small town. Large crime. Dead cold.
  • A homespun murder story.
  • A lot can happen in the center of nowhere.
  • An ordinary place, an extraordinary thriller.

Cast [edit]

  • Frances McDormand - Marge Gunderson
  • William H. Macy - Jerry Lundegaard
  • Steve Buscemi - Carl Showalter
  • Peter Stormare - Gaear Grimsrud
  • Kristin Rudrüd - Jean Lundegaard
  • Harve Presnell - Wade Gustafson
  • John Carroll Lynch - Norm Gunderson
  • Bruce Bohne - Lou
  • Cliff Rakerd - Officer Olson
  • Steve Park - Mike Yanagita
  • Bain Boehlke - Mr. Mohra

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

  • Fargo quotes at the Cyberspace Movie Database
  • Fargo at Rotten Tomatoes
  • Fargo at w:Filmsite.org

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