Fargo (film)

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

Directed by Joel Coen. Written by Joel Coen and Ethan Coen.
Small town. Big crime. Dead cold. Taglines

Contents

Opening Text [edit]

THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
The events depicted in this film
took place in Minnesota in 1987.
At the request of the survivors,
the names have been changed.
Out of respect for the dead,
the rest has been told exactly
as it occurred.

Marge Gunderson [edit]

  • [on the phone] Oh my. Where? Yeah? Aw geez. Okay, there in a jif. Real good, then.
  • [after her husband, Norm, kisses her] Ya got Arby's all over me.
  • [repeated line] Mind if I sit down? I'm carrying quite a load here.
  • 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 ya are, and it's a beautiful day. Well, I just don't understand it.

Jerry Lundegaard [edit]

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

Carl Showalter [edit]

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

Others [edit]

  • Wade Gustafson: It's my money. I'll deliver it - what do they care?...They want my money, they can deal with me.
  • Wade Gustafson: Look, Jerry, you're not selling me a damn car. It's my show here
  • Mike Yanagita: Ya know, it's the Radisson, so it's pretty good.
  • Mike Yanagita: So ya went and married Norm Son-of-a-Gunderson!
  • Shep Proudfoot: [beating Carl violently] Fucking little weasel! Fuck you! You fucking motherfucker son of a bitch Jesus Christ you fucking shitbag motherfucker!

Dialogue [edit]

Jerry Lundegaard: I'm, uh, Jerry Lundegaard.
Carl Showalter: You're Jerry Lundegaard?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, Shep Proudfoot said...
Carl Showalter: Shep said you'd be here at 7:30. What gives, man?
Jerry Lundegaard: Shep said 8:30.
Carl Showalter: We been sitting here an hour. He’s peed three times already.
Jerry Lundegaard: I'm terribly sorry. Shep told me 8:30. It was a mix-up, I guess.
Carl Showalter: You got the car?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, you bet. It's in the lot there. Brand-new burnt umber Ciera.
Carl Showalter: Yeah, okay. Well, siddown then. I'm Carl Showalter and this is my associate Gaear Grimsrud.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, how ya doin'. So, we all set on this thing, then?
Carl Showalter: Sure, Jerry, we're all set. Why wouldn't we be?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, no, I'm sure you are. Shep vouched for you and all. I got every confidence in you fellas. So I guess that's it, then. Here are the keys...
Carl Showalter: No, that's not it, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: Huh?
Carl Showalter: The new vehicle, plus forty thousand dollars.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, but the deal was, the car first, see, then the forty thousand, like as if it was the ransom. I thought Shep told ya...
Carl Showalter: Shep didn't tell us much, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, okay...
Carl Showalter: Except that ch’you were gonna be here at 7:30.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, well, that was a mix-up, then.
Carl Showalter: Yeah, you already said that.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah. But it's not a whole pay-in-advance deal. I give you a brand-new vehicle in advance and...
Carl Showalter: I'm not gonna debate you, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay.
Carl Showalter: I'm not gonna sit here and debate. I will say this though: what Shep told us didn't make a whole lot of sense.
Jerry Lundegaard: Oh, no, it's real sound. It's all worked out.
Carl Showalter: You want your own wife kidnapped?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Carl Showalter: You...my point is, you pay the ransom what eighty thousand bucks? I mean, you give us half the ransom, forty thousand, you keep half. It's like robbing Peter to play Paul, it doesn't make any sence.
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay, see, it's not me payin' the ransom. The thing is, my wife, she's wealthy. Her dad, he's real well off. Now, I'm in a bit of trouble...
Carl Showalter: What kind of trouble are you in, Jerry?
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, that's, that's, I'm not go inta, inta...see, I just need money. Now, her dad's real wealthy...
Carl Showalter: So why don't you just ask him for the money?
Gaear Grimsrud: Or your fucking wife, you know.
Carl Showalter: Or your fucking wife, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, it's all just part of this... They don't know I need it, see. Okay, so there's that. And even if they did, I wouldn't get it. So there's that on top, then. See, these're personal matters.
Carl Showalter: Personal matters?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah. Personal matters that needn't, uh -
Carl Showalter: Okay, Jerry. You're tasking us to perform this mission, but you, you won't, uh, you won't... Aw, fuck it, let's take a look at that Ciera.
Scotty Lundegaard: [finishing supper] May I be excused?
Jerry Lundegaard: Ya done, there?
Scotty Lundegaard: Yah. Can I go out?
Jean Lundegaard: Where ya goin'?
Scotty Lundegaard: Just to McDonald's.
Jerry Lundegaard: Be back at 9:30.
Wade Gustafson: He just ate - he didn't finish! He's goin' to McDonalds instead of finishin' here.
Jean Lundegaard: He sees his friends there. It's okay.
Wade Gustafson: It's okay, MAC-Donalds. Heh. Whaddya think they do there? They don't drink milkshakes, I assure you.
Jean Lundegaard: It's okay, Dad!
Jerry Lundegaard: Wade, have ya had a chance to think about, uh, that deal I was talkin' about, those forty acres there on Wayzata?
Wade Gustafson: You told me about it.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, you said you'd have a think about it. I understand it's a lot of money...
Wade Gustafson: A heck of a lot. What'd you say you were gonna put there?
Jerry Lundegaard: A lot. It's a limited...
Wade Gustafson: I know it's a lot.
Jerry Lundegaard: I mean a parking lot.
Wade Gustafson: Yah, well, seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars is a lot.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, well, it's a chunk, but...
Wade Gustafson: I used to own a lot myself way back in the late '50's. It's a lotta money.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, well...
Wade Gustafson: I thought you were gonna show it to Stan Grossman. He passes on this stuff before it gets kicked up to me.
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, you know Stan'll say no dice. That's why you pay him. I'm askin' you here, Wade. This could work out real good for me and Jean and Scotty.
Wade Gustafson: Jean and Scotty'll never have to worry.
Gaear Grimsrud: Where is Pancakes House?
Carl Showalter: What?
Gaear Grimsrud: We stop at Pancakes House.
Carl Showalter: What are ya nuts? We had pancakes for breakfast. I want to go somewhere I can get a shot and a beer, and a steak, maybe. No more fuckin' pancakes, c'mon man. C'mon man! Okay here's an idea. We'll stop outside of Brainerd. I know a place there we can get laid. What do ya think?
Gaear Grimsrud: I'm fuckin' hungry now, you know!
Carl Showalter: Yeah, yeah. Jesus. I was just saying we could stop, get pancakes, and get laid.
Jerry Lundegaard: [pretending to talk to his "boss"] You goin' to the Gophers on Sunday?
Salesman: Oh you betchya.
Jerry Lundegaard: You wouldn't happen to have an extra ticket?
Salesman: You kidin'!?
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, he never done this before. But seeing as it's special circumstances and all, he says I can knock a hundred dollars off that Trucoat.
Irate customer: One hundred... You lied to me, Mr Lundegaard. You're a bald-faced liar. A... fucking liar! Where's my goddamn check book?
Jerry Lundegaard: Say, Shep, how ya doin' there? Say, ya know those two fellas ya put me in touch with, up there in Fargo?
Shep Proundfoot: Put you in touch with Grimsrud.
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, yah, but he had a buddy there.
Shep Proundfoot: I vouch for Grimsrud. Who's his buddy?
Jerry Lundegaard: Uh, Carl somethin'?
Shep Proundfoot: Never heard of him. Don't vouch for him.
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, that's okay, he's a buddy of the guy ya vouched for, so I'm not worryin'. I just, I was wondering, see, I gotta get in touch with 'em for. See this deal I've been working on, I might not need it anymore, sumpn's happenin', see.
Shep Proudfoot: Call 'em up.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, well, see, I did that, and I haven't been able to get 'em, so I thought you maybe'd know an alternate number or what have you.
Shep Proudfoot: Nope.
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay, well, real good, then.
[Carl and Gaear are driving into Minneapolis]
Carl Showalter: Hey, look at that. Twin Cities. That's the IDS Building, the big glass one. Tallest skyscraper in the Midwest - after the uh, Sears, in, uh, Chicago, or John Hancock Building, whatever. You ever been to Minneapolis?
Gaear Grimsrud: Nope.
Carl Showalter: Would it kill you to say something?
Gaear Grimsrud: I did.
Carl Showalter: "No." That's the first thing you've said in the last four hours. That's a, that's a fountain of conversation, man. That's a geyser. I mean, whoa, daddy, stand back, man. Shit. You know I'm sittin' here drivin', doin' all the drivin', man, the whole fuckin' way from Brainerd, drivin', just tryin' to chat, you know, keep our spirits up, fight the boredom of the road, and you can't say one fuckin' thing just in the way of conversation? Well, fuck it. I don't have to talk either, man. See how you like it. [Pause] Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence.
Reilly Deifenbach: Mr. Lundegaard, this is Reilly Deifenbach calling from GMAC. How are you this morning?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, real good. How you doin'?
Reilly Deifenbach: Pretty good, Mr. Lundegaard. You're damned hard to get on the phone.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, it's pretty darned busy here, but that's the way we like it.
Reilly Deifenbach: That's for sure. Now, I just need, on these last, these financing documents you sent us, I can't read the serial numbers of the vehicles on here, so I -
Jerry Lundegaard: But I already got the, it's okay, the loans are in place, I already got the, the what, the -
Reilly Deifenbach: Yeah, the three hundred and twenty thousand, you got the money last month.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, so we're all set.
Reilly Deifenbach: Yeah, but the vehicles you were borrowing on, I just can't read the serial numbers on your application. Maybe if you could just read them to me -
Jerry Lundegaard: But the deal's already done, I already got the money.
Reilly Deifenbach: Yeah, but we have an audit here, I just have to know that these vehicles you're financing with this money, that they really exist.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, well, they exist all right.
Reilly Deifenbach: I'm sure they do, but I can't read their serial numbers here. So if you could read me -
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, but see, I don't have them in front of me. Why don't I just fax you over a copy...
Reilly Deifenbach: No. Fax is no good, that's what I have and I can't read the darn thing.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, okay, I'll have my girl send you over a copy, then.
Reilly Deifenbach: Okay, because if I can't correlate this note with the specific vehicles, then I gotta call back that money.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, how much money was that?
Reilly Deifenbach: Three hundred and twenty thousand. See, I gotta correlate that money with the cars it's being lent on.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, no problem, I'll just fax that over to ya, then.
Reilly Deifenbach: No, no, fax is -
Jerry Lundegaard: I mean send it over. I'll shoot it right over to ya.
Reilly Deifenbach: Okay.
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay, real good, then.
[In struggling to get Jean under control, she bites Gaear's right hand]
Gaear Grimsrud: [lifts up his mask and looks at the bite as Carl heads up the stairs behind 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 do-able.
Stan Grossman: Congratulations, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, thanks, Stan, it's a pretty -
Wade Gustafson: What kind of finder's fee were you looking for?
Jerry Lundegaard: Huh?
Stan Grossman: The financials are pretty thorough, so 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 about your fee for bringin' it to us.
Jerry Lundegaard: No, but, Wade, see, I was bringin' you this deal for you to loan me the money to put in. It's my deal here, see?
Stan Grossman: Jerry, we thought you were bringin' us an investment.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, right.
Stan Grossman: You're sayin'... What're you sayin'?
Wade Gustafson: You're sayin' that we put in all the money and you collect when it pays off?
Jerry Lundegaard: No, no. I- I 'd, pay you back the principal, and interest. Heck, I'd go one over prime?
Stan Grossman: We're not a bank, Jerry.
Wade Gustafson: What the heck, Jerry, if I wanted bank interest on seven hundred fifty thousand I'd go to Midwest Federal. Talk to Bill 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 need a... finder's fee's, what, ten percent, heck that's not gonna do it for me. I need the principal!
Stan Grossman: Jerry, we're not just going to give you seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Wade Gustafson: What the heck were you thinkin'? Heck, if I'm only gettin' bank 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' about your damn word, Jerry. Geez, what the heck're you--
Stan Grossman: We’re not a bank, Jerry.
Wade Gustafson: Well, look, I don't want to cut you out of the loop, but this here's a good deal. I assume, if you're not interested, you won't mind if we move on it independently.
Gaear Grimsrud: [to Jean] Shut the fuck up! Or I'll throw you back into the trunk, you 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 Showalter: It certainly is, officer. Still got that smell.
Carl Showalter: [after Gaear pulls a pistol out of the glovebox, pulls the trooper by the head into the car, and shoots him point-blank range, splattering blood over Carl] Whoa! Whoa daddy.
Gaer Grimsrud: You'll take care of it. You are smooth, smooth, you know? Just clean him of the road.
Marge Gunderson: Okay, so we got a trooper pulls someone over, we got a shooting. These folks drive by, there's a high-speed pursuit, ends here, and then this execution-type deal. I'd be very surprised if our suspect was from Brainerd.
Lou: Yah.
Marge Gunderson: And I'll tell you what, from his footprint he looks like a big fella... [bends over]
Lou: See somethin' down there, Chief?
Marge Gunderson: No, I just think I'm gonna barf.
Lou: Geez. You okay there, Margie?
Marge Gunderson: Yah, I'm fine. [stands up straight] It's just morning sickness. Well, that passed.
Lou: Oh yah?
Marge Gunderson: Yah, now I'm hungry again.
[Lou and Marge are driving away from the crime scene]
Lou: The last vehicle that the trooper cited was a tan Ciera at 2:18 AM. Under the plate number, he put DLR - I figure they stopped him or shot him before he could finish fillin' out the tag number... So I got the state lookin' for a Ciera with a tag startin' DLR. They don't got no match yet.
Marge Gunderson: I'm not sure that I agree with you a hundred percent on your policework there, Lou.
Lou: Yah?
Marge Gunderson: Yah. I think that vehicle there probably had dealer plates. DLR?
Lou: Oh... Geez.
Marge Gunderson: Say Lou. Did ya hear the one about the guy who couldn't afford personalized plates, so he went and changed his name to J3L 2404?
Lou: Yah, that's a good one.
Jerry Lundegaard: They said no cops! They were darned clear on that.
Stan Grossman: We gotta protect Jean. These - we're not holding any cards here, Wade. They got 'em all, so they call the shots.
Jerry Lundegaard: You're darned tootin'!
Stan Grossman: Okay. We'll get the money together. Don't worry about it, Jerry. Now, d'you want anyone at home, with you, until they call?
Jerry Lundegaard: No, I- they don't want- they're just s'posed to be dealin' with me, they were real clear. Ya know, they said no one listenin' in, they'll be watchin', ya know. Maybe it's all bull, but like you said, Stan, they're callin' the shots.
Stan Grossman: Okay. And Scotty, is he gonna be all right?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah... Geez... Scotty. I'll go talk to him.
Jerry Lundegaard: How ya doin' there, Scotty?
Scotty Lundegaard: Dad... What're they doing? What do ya think they're doin' with Mom?
Jerry Lundegaard: It's okay, Scotty. They're not gonna want to hurt her any. These men, they just want money.
Scotty Lundegaard: What if... What if sumpn goes wrong, Dad?
Jerry Lundegaard: No, no, nothin's goin' wrong here. Grandad and I, we're - we're makin' sure this gets handled right.
Scotty Lundegaard: I really think we should call the cops, ya know.
Jerry Lundegaard: No. No one can know about this thing. We gotta play ball with these guys - you ask Stan Grossman, he'll tell ya the same thing!
Scotty Lundegaard: Yeah, but -
Jerry Lundegaard: We're gonna get Mom back for ya, but we gotta play ball. Ya know, that's the deal. So if Lorraine calls, or Sylvia, you just say that Mom's down in Florida with Pearl and Marty. That's the best we can do here.
[Marge interviews the prostitutes that Carl and Gaear had sex with]
Marge Gunderson: Okay, I want you to tell me what these fellas looked like.
Hooker #1: Well, the little guy, he was kinda funny-looking.
Marge Gunderson: In what way?
Hooker #1: I dunno, just funny-lookin'.
Marge Gunderson: Can you be any more specific?
Hooker #1: I couldn't really say. He wasn't circumcised.
Marge Gunderson: Was he funny lookin' apart from that?
Hooker #1: Yeah.
Marge Gunderson: So, you were having sex with the little fella, then?
Hooker #1: Uh-huh.
Marge Gunderson: Is there anything else you can tell me about him?
Hooker #1: No. Like I say, he was funny lookin'. More n' most people even.
Marge Gunderson: And what about the other fella?
Hooker #2: He was a little older. Looked like the Marlboro man.
Marge Gunderson: Yah?
Hooker #2: Yah. Maybe I'm sayin' that cause he smoked Marlboros.
Marge Gunderson: Uh-huh.
Hooker #2: A subconscious-type thing.
Marge Gunderson: Yah, that can happen.
Hooker #2: Yah.
Hooker #1: They said they were goin' to the Twin Cities?
Marge Gunderson: Oh, yah?
Hooker #2: Yah!
Hooker #1: Yah. Is that useful to ya?
Marge Gunderson: Oh, you betchya, yah.
[Jerry answers the phone at his office]
Jerry Lundegaard: Jerry Lundegaard.
Carl Showalter: All right, 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 have 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's...
Carl Showalter: Oh, Jean's okay, but there's three people up in Brainerd who aren't so okay, I'll tell ya that.
Jerry Lundegaard: What the heck're you talkin' about? Let's just finish 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 money.
Jerry Lundegaard: The heck d'ya mean? What a you fellas get yourself mixed up in?
Carl Showalter: We need more -
Jerry Lundegaard: This was s'posed to be a no-rough-stuff-type deal...
Carl Showalter: DON'T EVER INTERRUPT ME, JERRY! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, I'm sorry, but I just - I -
Carl Showalter: Look, I'm not gonna debate you, Jerry. The price 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'm coming into town tomorrow. Have the money ready.
Jerry Lundegaard: Now we had a deal. A deal's a deal.
Carl Showalter: Is it, Jerry? Why don't you ask those three poor souls in Brainerd if a deal's a deal. Go ahead, ask them!
Jerry Lundegaard: The heck do ya mean?
Carl Showalter: [mimicking] "The heckya mean?" I'll see you tomorrow.
[Jerry hangs up, but 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 recieved those vehicle ID's you promised me.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah! I... Those are in the mail.
Reilly Deifenbach: That very well may be. I must inform you, however, that absent the reciept 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: Good day, sir.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
[Jerry hangs up and slams his binder on his desk]
Officer Olson: Hiya, Norm. How ya doin' Margie? How's the fricasse?
Marge Gunderson: Pretty darn good, ya want some?
Officer Olson: No, I gotta - hey, Norm, I thought you were goin' fishin' up at Mile Lacs?
Norm Gunderson: Yah, after lunch.
Officer Olson: Ah.
Marge Gunderson: Whatcha got there?
Officer Olson: The numbers y'asked for. Calls made from the lobby pay phone at the Blue Ox. Two to Minneapolis that night. First one's a trucking company, second one's a private residence. A Shep Proudfoot.
Marge Gunderson: Uh-huh... A what?
Officer Olson: Shep Proudfoot. That's a name.
Marge Gunderson: Oh. Yah, okay, I think I'll drive down there, then.
Officer Olson: Oh, yah? Twin Cities?
Norm Gunderson: 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 instructionsa nd it's gonna be delivered by me alone!
Wade Gustafson: It's my money, I'll deliver it - what do they care?
Stan Grossman: Wade's got a point there. I'll handle the call if you want, Jerry.
Jerry Lundegaard: No, no. See - they, no, see, they only deal with me. Ya feel this, this nervousness on the phone there, they're very - these guys're dangerous.
Wade Gustafson: All the more reason! I don't want you - with all due respect, Jerry, I don't want you mucking this up.
Jerry Lundegaard: The heck ya mean?
Wade Gustafson: They want my money, they can deal with me. Otherwise I'm goin' to a professional. There's a million dollars here!
Jerry Lundegaard: No, see -
Wade Gustafson: Look, Jerry, you're not sellin' me a damn car! It's my show here. That's 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 Showalter: Yeah, I decided not to park here.
Attendant: What do you mean? You decided not to park here?
Carl Showalter: Yeah, I just came in. I decided not to park here.
Attendant: You, uh... I'm sorry, sir, but -
Carl Showalter: I decided not to - I'm, uh, not taking the trip as it turns out.
Attendant: I'm sorry, sir, we do have to charge you the four dollars.
Carl Showalter: 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 Showalter: I guess you think, ya know, you're some kind of an authority figure. With that stupid fucking uniform. Huh, buddy? King Clip-on Tie here. Big fucking man....huh? You know, these are the limits of your life, man. Ruler of your little fucking gate here. There's your four dollars, you pathetic piece of shit.
Marge Gunderson: So do you remember getting a call last Wednesday night?
Shep Proudfoot: Nope.
Marge Gunderson: Well, you do reside their at 1425 Fremont Terrace?
Shep Proudfoot: Yep.
Marge Gunderson: Anyone else residing there?
Shep Proudfoot: No.
Marge Gunderson: Well, Mr. Proudfoot, this call came in past three in the morning. It's just hard for me to believe you can't remember anyone calling. Now, I know you've had some problems, struggling with the narcotics, some other entanglements, currently on parole...
Shep Proudfoot: So?
Marge Gunderson: 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. Now, I saw some rough stuff on your priors, but nothing in the nature of a homicide. I know you don't want to be an accessory to something like that. So you think you might remember who those folks were who called ya?
Marge Gunderson: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry Lundegaard: Huh? Yah?
Marge Gunderson: I wonder if I could take just a minute of your time here -
Jerry Lundegaard: What- What is it all about?
Marge Gunderson: Huh? Do you mind if I sit down? I'm carrying quite a load here. You're the owner here, Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry Lundegaard: Naw, I... Executive Sales Manager.
Marge Gunderson: Well, you can help me. My name's Marge Gunderson -
Jerry Lundegaard: My father-in-law, he's the owner.
Marge Gunderson: Okay. Well, I'm a police officer from up Brainerd investigating some malfeasance and I was just wondering if you've had any new vehicles stolen off the lot in the past couple of weeks? Specifically a tan Cutlass Ciera?
[Jerry looks at her]'
Marge Gunderson: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry Lundegaard: Brainerd?
Marge Gunderson: Yah. Yah. Home a Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox.
Jerry Lundegaard: Babe the Blue Ox. [laughs]
Marge Gunderson: Yah, ya know we've got the big statue there. So you haven't had any vehicles go missing, then?
Jerry Lundegaard: Nope. No, ma'am.
Marge Gunderson: Okey-dokey, thanks a bunch. I'll let you get back to your paperwork, then.
Mike Yanagita: Marge!?
Marge Gunderson: Mike!
Mike Yanagita: Geez! You look great! [Mike hugs Marge]
Marge Gunderson: Yah - easy there - you do too! I'm expecting, ya know.
Mike Yanagita: I see that! That's great! What can I get ya?
Marge Gunderson: Just a Diet Coke, please. This is a nice place.
Mike Yanagita: Yah, ya know it's the Radisson, so it's pretty good.
Marge Gunderson: So, you're livin' in Edina, now?
Mike Yanagita: Oh, yah, couple years now. It's actually Eden Prarie, that school district. So Chief Gunderson, then! So ya went and married Norm Son-of-a-Gunderson!
Marge Gunderson: Oh, yah, a long time ago.
Mike Yanagita: Great. So, uh, what brings ya down. Are ya down here on that homicide if you're allowed, ya know, to discuss that?
Marge Gunderson: Oh, yah, but there's not a heck of a lot to discuss. So what about you, Mike? Are you married? You got kids?
Mike Gunderson: Well, uh, I was married. I was married to - You mind if I sit over here? [Mike slids out of his side of the booth and eases in next to Marge] I was married to Linda Cooksey.
Marge Gunderson: No, I... Mike, why don't ch'ya sit over there, I'd prefer that.
Mike Yanagita: Huh? Oh, okay. [Mike slids back to his original seat across from Marge] I'm sorry.
Marge Gunderson: No, just so I can see ya, ya know. Don't have to turn my neck.
Mike Yanagita: Oh, sure, I unnerstand, I didn't mean to -
Marge Gunderson: No, no, that's fine.
Mike Yanagita: Yah, sorry, so I was married to Linda Cooksey - ya remember Linda? She was a year behind us.
Marge Gunderson: Yah, I think I remember Linda, yah. Oh yah. So things didn't work out, huh?
Mike Yanagita: And then I, and then I been workin' for Honeywell for a few years now.
Marge Gunderson: Well, they're a good outfit.
Mike Yanagita: Yah, if you're an engineer, yah, you could do a lot worse. Of course, it's not, uh, it's nothin' like your achievement.
Marge Gunderson: It sounds like you're doin' really super.
Mike Yanagita: Yah, well, I, uh... it's not that it didn't work out... Linda had leukemia. She passed away.
Marge Gunderson: Oh, no.
Mike Yanagita: It was a tough, uh ... it was a long. She fought real hard.
Marge Gunderson: I'm sorry, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: Oh, ya know, that's, uh - what can I say? Better times, huh?
Marge Gunderson: Better times.
Mike Yanagita: And, oh, then I saw you on the news and I remembered... I always liked you...
Marge Gunderson: Well, I always liked you, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: I always liked ya so much!
Marge Gunderson: [Pause] So, Mike, should we get together another time, ya think?
Mike Yanagita: No! No, I'm sorry! It's just - I shouldn't a done this... I thought we'd have a really terrific time, and now I've...
Marge Gunderson: It's okay, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: You were such a super lady! And then I... I been so lonely...
Marge Gunderson: It's okay.
Female Escort: So, you from around here?
Carl Showalter: Just in town on business. Just in and out. A little of the old in-and-out!
Female Escort: What do ya do?
Carl Showalter: Have ya been to the Celebrity Room before? With other, uh, clients?
Female Escort: I don't think so. It's nice.
Carl Showalter: Yeah, well, it depends on the artist. You know, Jose Feliciano, ya got no complaints. Waiter! What is he deaf? So, how long you been with the escort service?
Female Escort: I don't know, a few months.
Carl Showalter: Find that work interesting, do ya?
Female Escort: What're ya talkin' about?
[Carl has just been beaten up by Shep]
Jerry Lundegaard: [answers the phone] Yah?
Carl Showalter: All right, Jerry, I'm through fucking around! You got the fucking money?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, I got the money, but, uh -
Carl Showalter: Don't you fucking" but" me, Jerry! I want you with this money on the Dayton-Radisson parking ramp, top level, thirty minutes, and we'll wrap this up!
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, okay, but, uh -
Carl Showalter: You're there in thirty minutes or I find you, 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 little fucking heads! Got it?
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay, now you stay away from Scotty now.
Carl Showalter: Got it?!
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay. Real good then.
Carl Showalter: Who the fuck are you?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!
Wade Gustafson: I've got your damn money! Now where's my dauguter?
Carl Showalter: I am through fuckin' around! Drop that fuckin' briefcase!
Wade Gustafson: Where's my daughter?
Carl Showalter: Fuck you man! Where's Jerry?! I gave simple fuckin' instructions!
Wade Gustafson: Where's my damn daughter? No Jean, no money!
Carl Showalter: Drop that fucking money!
Wade Gustafson: No Jean, no money!
Carl Showalter: Is this a fuckin' joke here? [Carl pulls out his gun and shoots Wade] Happy now asshole? What's with you people?! Ya fucking imbeciles!
[Wade shoots Carl in the cheek; Carl falls on his crotch, his gun firing wildly as he stumbles]
Carl Showalter: OW! Fuckin' shot me! [uses his left hand to staunch his bleeding cheek while he stands up, awkwardly aims his gun at Wade, and shoots him eight more times]
[Carl approaches the parking lot exit after shooting Wade]
Attendant: May I have your ticket please? [He sees Carl's bloody face]
Carl Showalter: Open the fucking gate!
Scotty Lundegaard: [talking to Jerry from up-stairs] Dad?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Scotty Lundegaard: Stan Grossman called.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, okay.
Scotty Lundegaard: Twice.
Jerry Lundegaard: Okay.
Scotty Lundegaard: Is everything okay?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah.
Scotty Lundegaard : Are you calling Stan?
Jerry Lundegaard: Well... I'm going to bed now.
[Officer Olson visits a neighbor]
Mr. Mohra: How ya doin'?
Officer Olson: Mr. Mohra?
Mr. Mohra: Yah.
Officer Olson: Officer Olson.
Mr. Mohra: Yah, right-o. So I'm tendin' bar down there at Ecklund and Swedlin's last Tuesday and this little guy's drinkin' and he says, 'So where can a guy find some action? I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake.' And I says, 'What kinda action?' And he says, 'Woman action, what do I look like?' And I says, 'Well, what do I look 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 ain't that kinda place.'
Officer Olson: Uh huh.
Mr. Mohra: He says, 'Oh, so I get it, so you think I'm some kinda jerk for askin',' only he don't use the word jerk.
Officer Olson: I understand.
Mr. Mohra: Then he calls me a jerk and says the last guy who thought he was a jerk is dead now. So I don't say nothin'. He says, 'What do ya think about that?' And I says, 'Well, that don't sound like too good a deal for him, then.'
Officer Olson: You got that right.
Mr. Mohra: Yah. He says, 'Yah, that guy's dead and I don't mean of old age.' And then he says, 'Geez, I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake.'
Officer Olson: White Bear Lake?
Mr. Mohra: Yah, well, at Ecklund and Swedlin, that's closer to Moose Lake, so I made that assumption.
Officer Olson: Oh, sure.
Mr. Mohra: Anyway, he was drinkin' at the bar, so I don't think a whole great deal of it, but then Mrs. Mohra, she heard about the homicides down here and thought I should call it in, so I called it in. End of story.
Officer Olson: Well, what'd this guy look like, anyways?
Mr. Mohra: Oh, he was a little guy. Kinda funny-lookin'.
Officer Olson: Uh huh. In what way?
Mr. Mohra: Oh, just in a general kinda way.
Officer Olson: Okay, well, thanks a bunch, Mr. Mohra. You're right, it's probably nothin', but thanks for callin' her in.
Mr. Mohra: Oh sure. Looks like she's gonna turn cold tomorrow.
Officer Olson: Yah, got a front movin' in.
Mr. Mohra: Yah, you got that right.
Marge Gunderson: [On the phone] No, I'm leavin' this mornin', back up to Brainerd.
Detective Sibert: Well, I'm sorry I won't see ya.
Marge Gunderson: But ya think he's all right? I saw him last night and he's -
Detective Sibert: What'd he say?
Marge Gunderson: Well, it was nothin' specific he said, it just seemd like it all hit him really hard, his wife dyin' -
Dectective Sibert: His wife?
Marge Gunderson: Linda.
Dectective Sibert: Who?
Marge Gunderson: Linda Cooksey.
Dectective Sibert: No! No. No, they weren't - he, uh, he was bothering Linda for about, oh, for a good year. Really pestering her, wouldn't leave her alone.
Marge Gunderson: So, they didn't...
Dectective Sibert: No. No, they never married. Mike's had psychiatric problems.
Marge Gunderson: Oh. Oh, my.
Dectective Sibert: Yah, he's been struggling. He's living with his parents now.
Marge Gunderson: Oh, Geez.
Dectective Sibert: Yah, Linda's fine. You should call her.
Marge Gunderson: Geez. Well... Geez, that's a suprise.
Marge Gunderson: Mr. Lundegaard? Sorry to bother you again. Can I come in?
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, no, I'm kinda - I'm kinda busy here.
Marge Gunderson: I understand. I'll keep it real short, then. I'm on my way out of town, but I was just - Do you mind if I sit down? I'm carrying a bit of a load here.
Jerry Lundegaard: No, I -
Marge Gunderson: Yah, it's this vehicle I asked you about yesterday. I was just wondering -
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, like I told ya, we haven't had any vehicles go missing.
Marge Gunderson: Okay, are you sure, cause, I mean, how do you know? Because, see, the crime I'm investigating, the perpetrators were driving a car with dealer plates. And they called someone who works here, so it'd be quite a coincidence if they weren't, ya know, 'connected'.
Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, I see.
Marge Gunderson: So how do you - have you done any kind of inventory recently?
Jerry Lundegaard: The car's not from our lot, ma'am.
Marge Gunderson: But do you know that for sure without -
Jerry Lundegaard: Well, I would know. I'm the Executive Sales Manager!
Marge Gunderson: Yah, but -
Jerry Lundegaard: We run a pretty tight ship here.
Marge Gunderson: I understand. Do you do 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'm cooperatin' here! And, I...
Marge Gunderson: Sir, you have no call to get snippy with me, I'm just doing my job here.
Jerry Lundegaard: I'm... I'm not arguing here! I'm cooperating. So there's no need to... we're doin' all we 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'm 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, you're darned tootin'! If it's so 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's sake, he's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview!
[Gaear is watching a TV soap opera. Carl bursts in through the door, still bleeding from the bullet wound he sustained at the parking garage.]]
Carl Showalter: [force-laughs] You should see the other guy. [He sees Jean slumped to the floor, dead] The fuck happened to her?
Gaear Grimsrud: Uh, she started shrieking, ya know.
Carl Showalter: Jeezus. Oh. Well, I got the money. All of it. All eighty grand. Forty for you, forty for me. That's it, then. Here are the keys to my truck. I'm takin' the Sierra.
Gaear Grimsrud: We split that.
Carl Showalter: How the fuck do ya split a fuckin' car, ya dummy?! With a fuckin' chainsaw?!
Gear Grimsrud: One of us pays the other for half.
Carl Showalter: Hold on. No fuckin' way! You fuckin' notice this?! [motions to his bullet wound] I got fuckin' shot!! I got fuckin' shot in the face!! I went and got the fuckin' money! I got shot fuckin' pickin' it up! I've been up for thirty-six fuckin' hours! I'm takin' that fuckin' car! That fucker's mine, ya fuckin' asshole. Ya know, I've been listenin' to your fuckin' bullshit all week. Are we square? Are we square? Yeah, ya fuckin' mute. And if you see your friend Shep Proudfoot, tell him I'm gonna nail his fuckin' ass! [storms out of the house]
Lou: [voice from cop scanner] His wife. This guy says she was kidnapped last Wednesday.
Marge Gunderson: The day of our homicides.
Lou: Yah.
Marge Gunderson: And this guy is who?
Lou: Lundegaard's father-in-law's accountant.
Marge: Gustafson's accountant.
Lou: Yah.
Marge Gunderson: But we still haven't found Gustafson.
Lou: [crackle] ...looking...
Marge Gunderson: Sorry, didn't copy that Lou.
Lou: Still missing. We're looking.
Marge Gunderson: Copy. And Lundegaard too.
Lou: Yah. Where are ya, Margie?
Marge Gunderson: Oh, I'm almost back. I'm driving around Moose Lake.
Lou: Oh. Gary's loudmouth.
Marge Gunderson: Yah, the loudmouth. So the whole state has it, huh. Lundegaard and Gustafson?
Lou: Yah, it's over the wire, it's everywhere, they'll find 'em.
Marge Gunderson: Copy.
Lou: We've got a -
Marge Gunderson: There's the car! There's the car!
Lou: Whose car?
Marge Gunderson: My car! My car! Tan Ciera! Tan Ciera!
Norm Gunderson: They announced it.
Marge Gunderson: They announced it?
Norm Gunderson: Yah.
Marge Gunderson: So?
Norm Gunderson:Three-cent stamp.
Marge Gunderson: Your mallard?
Norm Gunderson: Yah.
Marge Gunderson: Why that's terrific.
Norm Gunderson:It's just the three-cent.
Marge Gunderson: It's terrific.
Norman Gunderson: Hautman's blue-winged teal got the twenty-nine cent. People don't much use the three-cent.
Marge Gunderson: Oh, for Pete's sake, of course they do. Whenever they raise the postage, people need the little stamps.
Norm Gunderson: Yah?
Marge Gunderson: When they're stuck with a bunch of the old ones.
Norm Gunderson: Yah, I guess.
Marge Gunderson: That's terrific...I'm so proud of ya, Norm. Heck, Norm, you know we're doin' pretty good.
Norm Gunderson: I love you, Margie.
Marge Gunderson: I love you, Norm.
Norm Gunderson: Two more months.
Marge Gunderson: Two more months.

Taglines [edit]

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

Cast [edit]

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