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Wade Gustafson
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[Jerry answers the phone]
Jerry: Jerry Lundegaard.
Carl: All right, Jerry, you got this phone to yourself?
Jerry: Well, yeah.
Carl: Know who this is?
Jerry: Well, yeah, I got an idea. How's that Ciera workin' out for ya?
Carl: Cir****stances have changed, Jerry.
Jerry: Well, what do ya mean?
Carl: Things have changed. Cir****stances, Jerry. Beyond the, uh, acts of God, force majeure--
Jerry: What the--how's Jean?
Carl: Who's Jean?
Jerry: My wife! What the--how's--
Carl: Oh, Jean's okay, but there's three people up in Brainerd who aren't so okay, I'll tell ya that.
Jerry: What the heck are you talkin' about? Let's just finish up this deal here--
Carl: Blood has been shed, Jerry.
Jerry: What the heck ya mean?
Carl: Three people. In Brainerd.
Jerry: Oh, geez.
Carl: That's right and we need more money.
Jerry: The heck do ya mean? What a you fellas get yourself mixed up in?
Carl: We need more--
Jerry: This was s'posed to be a no-rough-stuff-type deal--
Carl: Don't ever interrupt me Jerry, just shut the **** up!
Jerry: Well, I'm sorry, but I just--I--
Carl: Look, I'm not gonna debate you, Jerry. The price is now the whole amount. We want the entire eighty thousand.
Jerry: Oh, for Christ sakes here--
Carl: Blood has been shed. We've incurred risks, Jerry. I'm coming into town tomorrow. Have the money ready.
Jerry: Now we had a deal. A deal's a deal.
Carl: 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: The heck do ya mean?
Carl Showalter: [mimicking] "The heck ya mean?" I'll see you tomorrow.
Jerry: Jerry Lundegaard.
Carl: All right, Jerry, you got this phone to yourself?
Jerry: Well, yeah.
Carl: Know who this is?
Jerry: Well, yeah, I got an idea. How's that Ciera workin' out for ya?
Carl: Cir****stances have changed, Jerry.
Jerry: Well, what do ya mean?
Carl: Things have changed. Cir****stances, Jerry. Beyond the, uh, acts of God, force majeure--
Jerry: What the--how's Jean?
Carl: Who's Jean?
Jerry: My wife! What the--how's--
Carl: Oh, Jean's okay, but there's three people up in Brainerd who aren't so okay, I'll tell ya that.
Jerry: What the heck are you talkin' about? Let's just finish up this deal here--
Carl: Blood has been shed, Jerry.
Jerry: What the heck ya mean?
Carl: Three people. In Brainerd.
Jerry: Oh, geez.
Carl: That's right and we need more money.
Jerry: The heck do ya mean? What a you fellas get yourself mixed up in?
Carl: We need more--
Jerry: This was s'posed to be a no-rough-stuff-type deal--
Carl: Don't ever interrupt me Jerry, just shut the **** up!
Jerry: Well, I'm sorry, but I just--I--
Carl: Look, I'm not gonna debate you, Jerry. The price is now the whole amount. We want the entire eighty thousand.
Jerry: Oh, for Christ sakes here--
Carl: Blood has been shed. We've incurred risks, Jerry. I'm coming into town tomorrow. Have the money ready.
Jerry: Now we had a deal. A deal's a deal.
Carl: 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: The heck do ya mean?
Carl Showalter: [mimicking] "The heck ya mean?" I'll see you tomorrow.
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Wade: Damn it! I wanna be a part of this thing!
Jerry: No, Wade! They were real clear! They said they'd call tomorrow with instructions and it's gonna be delivered by me alone!
Wade: 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: 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 are dangerous.
Wade: All the more reason! I don't want you--with all due respect, Jerry, I don't want you mucking this up.
Jerry: The heck ya mean?
Wade: They want my money, they can deal with me. Otherwise I'm goin' to a professional. There's a million dollars here!
Jerry: No, see--
Wade: 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.
Jerry: No, Wade! They were real clear! They said they'd call tomorrow with instructions and it's gonna be delivered by me alone!
Wade: 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: 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 are dangerous.
Wade: All the more reason! I don't want you--with all due respect, Jerry, I don't want you mucking this up.
Jerry: The heck ya mean?
Wade: They want my money, they can deal with me. Otherwise I'm goin' to a professional. There's a million dollars here!
Jerry: No, see--
Wade: 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.
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Attendant: Hi.
Carl: Yeah, I decided not to park here.
Attendant: What do you mean? You decided not to park here?
Carl: Yeah, I just came in. I decided not to park here.
Attendant: You, uh--I'm sorry, sir, but--
Carl: 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: I just pulled in here. I just ****in' pulled in here!
Attendant: Well, see, there's a minimum charge of four dollars. Long-term parking charges by the day.
Carl: I guess you think, ya know, you're some kind of an authority figure. With that stupid ****ing uniform. Huh, buddy? King Clip-on Tie here. Big ****ing man, huh? You know, these are the limits of your life, man. Ruler of your little ****ing gate here. There's your four dollars, you pathetic piece of shit.
Carl: Yeah, I decided not to park here.
Attendant: What do you mean? You decided not to park here?
Carl: Yeah, I just came in. I decided not to park here.
Attendant: You, uh--I'm sorry, sir, but--
Carl: 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: I just pulled in here. I just ****in' pulled in here!
Attendant: Well, see, there's a minimum charge of four dollars. Long-term parking charges by the day.
Carl: I guess you think, ya know, you're some kind of an authority figure. With that stupid ****ing uniform. Huh, buddy? King Clip-on Tie here. Big ****ing man, huh? You know, these are the limits of your life, man. Ruler of your little ****ing gate here. There's your four dollars, you pathetic piece of shit.
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Marge: So do you remember getting a call last Wednesday night?
Shep Proudfoot: Nope.
Marge: Well, you do reside their at 1425 Fremont Terrace?
Shep Proudfoot: Yep.
Marge: Anyone else residing there?
Shep Proudfoot: No.
Marge: 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: 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?
Shep Proudfoot: Nope.
Marge: Well, you do reside their at 1425 Fremont Terrace?
Shep Proudfoot: Yep.
Marge: Anyone else residing there?
Shep Proudfoot: No.
Marge: 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: 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?
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Marge: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: Huh? Yeah?
Marge: I wonder if I could take just a minute of your time here--
Jerry: What--What is it all about?
Marge: Huh? Do you mind if I sit down? I'm carrying quite a load here. You're the owner here, Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: Naw, I--Executive Sales Manager.
Marge: Well, you can help me. My name's Marge Gunderson--
Jerry: My father-in-law, he's the owner.
Marge: 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: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: Brainerd?
Marge: Yeah. Yeah. Home a Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox.
Jerry: Babe the Blue Ox. [laughs]
Marge: Yeah, ya know we've got the big statue there. So you haven't had any vehicles go missing, then?
Jerry: Nope. No, ma'am.
Marge: Okey-dokey, thanks a bunch. I'll let you get back to your paperwork, then.
Jerry: Huh? Yeah?
Marge: I wonder if I could take just a minute of your time here--
Jerry: What--What is it all about?
Marge: Huh? Do you mind if I sit down? I'm carrying quite a load here. You're the owner here, Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: Naw, I--Executive Sales Manager.
Marge: Well, you can help me. My name's Marge Gunderson--
Jerry: My father-in-law, he's the owner.
Marge: 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: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: Brainerd?
Marge: Yeah. Yeah. Home a Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox.
Jerry: Babe the Blue Ox. [laughs]
Marge: Yeah, ya know we've got the big statue there. So you haven't had any vehicles go missing, then?
Jerry: Nope. No, ma'am.
Marge: Okey-dokey, thanks a bunch. I'll let you get back to your paperwork, then.
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Mike Yanagita: Marge!
Marge: Mike!
Mike Yanagita: Geez! You look great! [Mike hugs Marge]
Marge: Yeah, easy there, you do too! I'm expecting, ya know.
Mike Yanagita: I see that! That's great! What can I get ya?
Marge: Just a Diet Coke, please. This is a nice place.
Mike Yanagita: Yeah, ya know it's the Radisson, so it's pretty good.
Marge: So, you're livin' in Edina, now?
Mike Yanagita: Oh, yeah, 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: Oh, yeah, 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: 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 Yanagita: Well, uh, I was married. I was married to--You mind if I sit over here? [Mike slides out of his side of the booth and eases in next to Marge] I was married to Linda Cooksey.
Marge: No, I--Mike, why don't ya sit over there, I'd prefer that.
Mike Yanagita: Huh? Oh, okay. [Mike slides back to his original seat across from Marge] I'm sorry.
Marge: No, just so I can see ya, ya know. Don't have to turn my neck.
Mike Yanagita: Oh, sure, I understand, I didn't mean to--
Marge: No, no, that's fine.
Mike Yanagita: Yeah, sorry, so I was married to Linda Cooksey--ya remember Linda? She was a year behind us.
Marge : Yah, I think I remember Linda, yeah. Oh yeah. 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: Well, they're a good outfit.
Mike Yanagita: Yeah, if you're an engineer, yeah, you could do a lot worse. Of course, it's not, uh, it's nothin' like your achievement.
Marge: 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: Oh, no.
Mike Yanagita: It was a tough, uh--it was a long. She fought real hard.
Marge: I'm sorry, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: Oh, ya know, that's, uh--what can I say? Better times, huh?
Marge: Better times.
Mike Yanagita: And, oh, then I saw you on the news and I remembered. I always liked you.
Marge: Well, I always liked you, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: I always liked ya so much!
Marge: [Pause] So, Mike, should we get together another time, ya think?
Mike Yanagita: No! No, I'm sorry! It's just-- shouldn't a done this. I thought we'd have a really terrific time, and now I've--
Marge: It's okay, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: You were such a super lady! And then I--I been so lonely--
Marge: It's okay.
Marge: Mike!
Mike Yanagita: Geez! You look great! [Mike hugs Marge]
Marge: Yeah, easy there, you do too! I'm expecting, ya know.
Mike Yanagita: I see that! That's great! What can I get ya?
Marge: Just a Diet Coke, please. This is a nice place.
Mike Yanagita: Yeah, ya know it's the Radisson, so it's pretty good.
Marge: So, you're livin' in Edina, now?
Mike Yanagita: Oh, yeah, 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: Oh, yeah, 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: 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 Yanagita: Well, uh, I was married. I was married to--You mind if I sit over here? [Mike slides out of his side of the booth and eases in next to Marge] I was married to Linda Cooksey.
Marge: No, I--Mike, why don't ya sit over there, I'd prefer that.
Mike Yanagita: Huh? Oh, okay. [Mike slides back to his original seat across from Marge] I'm sorry.
Marge: No, just so I can see ya, ya know. Don't have to turn my neck.
Mike Yanagita: Oh, sure, I understand, I didn't mean to--
Marge: No, no, that's fine.
Mike Yanagita: Yeah, sorry, so I was married to Linda Cooksey--ya remember Linda? She was a year behind us.
Marge : Yah, I think I remember Linda, yeah. Oh yeah. 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: Well, they're a good outfit.
Mike Yanagita: Yeah, if you're an engineer, yeah, you could do a lot worse. Of course, it's not, uh, it's nothin' like your achievement.
Marge: 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: Oh, no.
Mike Yanagita: It was a tough, uh--it was a long. She fought real hard.
Marge: I'm sorry, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: Oh, ya know, that's, uh--what can I say? Better times, huh?
Marge: Better times.
Mike Yanagita: And, oh, then I saw you on the news and I remembered. I always liked you.
Marge: Well, I always liked you, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: I always liked ya so much!
Marge: [Pause] So, Mike, should we get together another time, ya think?
Mike Yanagita: No! No, I'm sorry! It's just-- shouldn't a done this. I thought we'd have a really terrific time, and now I've--
Marge: It's okay, Mike.
Mike Yanagita: You were such a super lady! And then I--I been so lonely--
Marge: It's okay.
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Female Escort: So, you from around here?
Carl: Just in town on business. Just in and out. A little of the old in-and-out!
Female Escort: What do ya do?
Carl: Have ya been to the Celebrity Room before? With other, uh, clients?
Female Escort: I don't think so. It's nice.
Carl: 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: Find that work interesting, do ya?
Female Escort: What're ya talkin' about?
Carl: Just in town on business. Just in and out. A little of the old in-and-out!
Female Escort: What do ya do?
Carl: Have ya been to the Celebrity Room before? With other, uh, clients?
Female Escort: I don't think so. It's nice.
Carl: 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: Find that work interesting, do ya?
Female Escort: What're ya talkin' about?
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Jerry: [answers the phone] Yeah?
Carl: All right, Jerry, I'm through ****ing around. You got the ****ing money?
Jerry: Yeah, I got the money, but, uh--
Carl: Don't you ****ing 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: Yeah, okay, but, uh--
Carl: You're there in thirty minutes or I find you, Jerry, and I shoot you, and I shoot your ****ing wife, and I shoot all your little ****ing children, and I shoot 'em all in the back of their little ****ing heads. Got it?
Jerry: Okay, now you stay away from Scotty now.
Carl: Got it?!
Jerry: Okay. Real good then.
Carl: All right, Jerry, I'm through ****ing around. You got the ****ing money?
Jerry: Yeah, I got the money, but, uh--
Carl: Don't you ****ing 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: Yeah, okay, but, uh--
Carl: You're there in thirty minutes or I find you, Jerry, and I shoot you, and I shoot your ****ing wife, and I shoot all your little ****ing children, and I shoot 'em all in the back of their little ****ing heads. Got it?
Jerry: Okay, now you stay away from Scotty now.
Carl: Got it?!
Jerry: Okay. Real good then.
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Carl: Who the **** are you? Who the **** are you?!
Wade: I've got your damn money now where's my dauguter?
Carl: I am through ****in' around. Drop that ****in' briefcase!
Wade: Where's my daughter?
Carl: **** you man! Where's Jerry? I gave simple ****in' instructions.
Wade: Where's my damn daughter? No Jean, no money!
Carl: Drop that ****ing money!
Wade: No Jean, no money!
Carl: Is this a ****in' joke here?! [Carl pulls out his gun and shoots Wade] Happy now, asshole?! What's with you people?! Ya ****ing imbeciles!
[Wade shoots Carl in the cheek]
Carl: ****in' shot me!
Wade: I've got your damn money now where's my dauguter?
Carl: I am through ****in' around. Drop that ****in' briefcase!
Wade: Where's my daughter?
Carl: **** you man! Where's Jerry? I gave simple ****in' instructions.
Wade: Where's my damn daughter? No Jean, no money!
Carl: Drop that ****ing money!
Wade: No Jean, no money!
Carl: Is this a ****in' joke here?! [Carl pulls out his gun and shoots Wade] Happy now, asshole?! What's with you people?! Ya ****ing imbeciles!
[Wade shoots Carl in the cheek]
Carl: ****in' shot me!
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Attendant: May I have your ticket--[He sees Carl's bloody face] Please?
Carl: Open the ****ing gate!
Carl: Open the ****ing gate!
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Mr. Mohra: How ya doin'?
Officer Olson: Mr. Mohra?
Mr. Mohra: Yeah.
Officer Olson: Officer Olson.
Mr. Mohra: Yeah, 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, 'Yeah, 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: Yeah. He says, 'Yeah, 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: Yeah, 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: Yeah, got a front movin' in.
Mr. Mohra: Yeah, you got that right.
Officer Olson: Mr. Mohra?
Mr. Mohra: Yeah.
Officer Olson: Officer Olson.
Mr. Mohra: Yeah, 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, 'Yeah, 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: Yeah. He says, 'Yeah, 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: Yeah, 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: Yeah, got a front movin' in.
Mr. Mohra: Yeah, you got that right.
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Marge: Mr. Lundegaard? Sorry to bother you again. Can I come in?
Jerry: Yah, no, I'm kinda--I'm kinda busy here.
Marge: 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: No, I--
Marge: Yah, it's this vehicle I asked you about yesterday. I was just wondering--
Jerry: Yah, like I told ya, we haven't had any vehicles go missing.
Marge: 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: Yah, I see.
Marge: So how do you--have you done any kind of inventory recently?
Jerry: The car's not from our lot, ma'am.
Marge: But do you know that for sure without--
Jerry: Well, I would know. I'm the Executive Sales Manager!
Marge: Yah, but--
Jerry: We run a pretty tight ship here.
Marge: I understand. Do you do a count, or what kind of a routine do you have here?
Jerry: Ma'am, I answered your question!
[Pause]
Marge: I'm sorry, sir?
Jerry: Ma'am, I answered your question. I answered the darned--I'm cooperatin' here! And, I--
Marge: Sir, you have no call to get snippy with me, I'm just doing my job here.
Jerry: I'm... I'm not arguing here! I'm cooperating. So there's no need to--we're doin' all we can here.
Marge: Sir, could I talk to Mr. Gustafson?
[Jerry stares at her]
Marge: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: 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: Sir? Right now?
[Jerry puts on his coat and hat]
Jerry: Yeah, right now, you're darned tootin'! If it's so damned imporant to ya!
Marge: Well, I'm sorry sir.
Jerry: Ah, what the Christ!
[Jerry leaves, then is seen driving away]
Marge: Oh for Pete's sake, he's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview!
Jerry: Yah, no, I'm kinda--I'm kinda busy here.
Marge: 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: No, I--
Marge: Yah, it's this vehicle I asked you about yesterday. I was just wondering--
Jerry: Yah, like I told ya, we haven't had any vehicles go missing.
Marge: 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: Yah, I see.
Marge: So how do you--have you done any kind of inventory recently?
Jerry: The car's not from our lot, ma'am.
Marge: But do you know that for sure without--
Jerry: Well, I would know. I'm the Executive Sales Manager!
Marge: Yah, but--
Jerry: We run a pretty tight ship here.
Marge: I understand. Do you do a count, or what kind of a routine do you have here?
Jerry: Ma'am, I answered your question!
[Pause]
Marge: I'm sorry, sir?
Jerry: Ma'am, I answered your question. I answered the darned--I'm cooperatin' here! And, I--
Marge: Sir, you have no call to get snippy with me, I'm just doing my job here.
Jerry: I'm... I'm not arguing here! I'm cooperating. So there's no need to--we're doin' all we can here.
Marge: Sir, could I talk to Mr. Gustafson?
[Jerry stares at her]
Marge: Mr. Lundegaard?
Jerry: 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: Sir? Right now?
[Jerry puts on his coat and hat]
Jerry: Yeah, right now, you're darned tootin'! If it's so damned imporant to ya!
Marge: Well, I'm sorry sir.
Jerry: Ah, what the Christ!
[Jerry leaves, then is seen driving away]
Marge: Oh for Pete's sake, he's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview!
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Carl: [about his face] You should see the other guy. [He sees Jean slumped to the floor, dead] The **** happened to her?
Grimsrud: She started shrieking, ya know.
Carl: Jesus. 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.
Grimsrud: We split that.
Carl: How the **** do ya split a ****in' car, ya dummy? With a ****in' chainsaw?
Grimsrud: One of us pays the other for half.
Carl: Hold on. No ****in' way. You ****in' notice this?! I got ****in' shot. I got ****in' shot in the face! I went and got the ****in' money! I got shot ****in' pickin' it up! I've been up for thirty-six ****in' hours! I'm takin' that ****in' car! That ****er's mine, ya ****in' asshole. Ya know, I've been listenin' to your ****in' bullshit all week. Are we square?! Are we square? Yeah, ya ****in' mute. And if you see your friend Shep Proudfoot, tell him I'm gonna nail his ****in' ass!
Grimsrud: She started shrieking, ya know.
Carl: Jesus. 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.
Grimsrud: We split that.
Carl: How the **** do ya split a ****in' car, ya dummy? With a ****in' chainsaw?
Grimsrud: One of us pays the other for half.
Carl: Hold on. No ****in' way. You ****in' notice this?! I got ****in' shot. I got ****in' shot in the face! I went and got the ****in' money! I got shot ****in' pickin' it up! I've been up for thirty-six ****in' hours! I'm takin' that ****in' car! That ****er's mine, ya ****in' asshole. Ya know, I've been listenin' to your ****in' bullshit all week. Are we square?! Are we square? Yeah, ya ****in' mute. And if you see your friend Shep Proudfoot, tell him I'm gonna nail his ****in' ass!
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Lou: [voice from cop scanner] His wife. This guy says she was kidnapped last Wednesday.
Marge: The day of our homicides.
Lou: Yah.
Marge: And this guy is who?
Lou: Lundegaard's father-in-law's accountant.
Marge: Gustafson's accountant.
Lou: Yah.
Marge: But we still haven't found Gustafson.
Lou: [crackle] Looking--
Marge: Sorry, didn't copy that Lou.
Lou: Still missing. We're looking.
Marge: Copy. And Lundegaard too.
Lou: Yah. Where are ya, Margie?
Marge: Oh, I'm almost back. I'm driving around Moose Lake.
Lou: Oh. Gary's loudmouth.
Marge: 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: Copy.
Lou: We've got a--
Marge: There's the car! There's the car!
Lou: Whose car?
Marge: My car! My car! Tan Ciera! Tan Ciera!
Marge: The day of our homicides.
Lou: Yah.
Marge: And this guy is who?
Lou: Lundegaard's father-in-law's accountant.
Marge: Gustafson's accountant.
Lou: Yah.
Marge: But we still haven't found Gustafson.
Lou: [crackle] Looking--
Marge: Sorry, didn't copy that Lou.
Lou: Still missing. We're looking.
Marge: Copy. And Lundegaard too.
Lou: Yah. Where are ya, Margie?
Marge: Oh, I'm almost back. I'm driving around Moose Lake.
Lou: Oh. Gary's loudmouth.
Marge: 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: Copy.
Lou: We've got a--
Marge: There's the car! There's the car!
Lou: Whose car?
Marge: My car! My car! Tan Ciera! Tan Ciera!
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Norm: They announced it.
Marge: They announced it?
Norm: Yeah.
Marge: So?
Norm:Three-cent stamp.
Marge: Your mallard?
Norm: Yeah.
Marge: Why that's terrific.
Norm:It's just the three-cent.
Marge: It's terrific.
Norman: Hautman's blue-winged teal got the twenty-nine cent. People don't much use the three-cent.
Marge: Oh, for Pete's sake, of course they do. Whenever they raise the postage, people need the little stamps.
Norm: Yeah?
Marge: When they're stuck with a bunch of the old ones.
Norm: Yeah, I guess.
Marge: That's terrific. I'm so proud of ya, Norm. Heck, Norm, you know we're doin' pretty good.
Norm : I love you, Margie.
Marge: I love you, Norm.
Norm: Two more months.
Marge: Two more months.
Marge: They announced it?
Norm: Yeah.
Marge: So?
Norm:Three-cent stamp.
Marge: Your mallard?
Norm: Yeah.
Marge: Why that's terrific.
Norm:It's just the three-cent.
Marge: It's terrific.
Norman: Hautman's blue-winged teal got the twenty-nine cent. People don't much use the three-cent.
Marge: Oh, for Pete's sake, of course they do. Whenever they raise the postage, people need the little stamps.
Norm: Yeah?
Marge: When they're stuck with a bunch of the old ones.
Norm: Yeah, I guess.
Marge: That's terrific. I'm so proud of ya, Norm. Heck, Norm, you know we're doin' pretty good.
Norm : I love you, Margie.
Marge: I love you, Norm.
Norm: Two more months.
Marge: Two more months.