Angie Tribeca (2016) s04e06 Episode Script
Freezing Cold Prestige Drama
1 Oh, hey, how's it going? Oh, pretty good.
What can I do you for? Oh, I was just wondering what is the quickest way to Duluth from here.
Oh, yeah.
What you're gonna want to do is Hey.
What's going on here? [Whistling.]
[Tires squeal, Dandleton grunts.]
[Glass shatters.]
[Wind billowing.]
[Keys click.]
[Wipers squeak.]
[Charo grunts.]
Oh, hey, there.
You need a hand with that? - Nope, I got it.
Thanks.
- Okay.
Have you ever seen an eagle Head straight into the wind? He doesn't pick a fight Spreads his wings and just gives in And in the end, he always Makes it home just fine I guess he knows that every storm subsides I wanna be like water Black? Half and half, actually.
You need a menu, darling? Something bad happened.
Order up! You can't tell the team.
Taking my 10.
Cover for me? I'll let nature take its course No more thinking that I know It's just up here.
I mean, the mouth's a little crooked, but [Gunshot.]
Atkins: We've been embedded here in Fargo, North Dakota, for three weeks, acting on a tip that this truck is supposed to pass through here.
But so far, all we've got is low-grade frostbite and 15 extra pounds of pie weight.
Not to be that guy but we also don't know why the hell we're looking for this thing.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Mom.
How many times do I have to explain this?! Once would be nice.
All right, fair enough.
The contents of the truck are classified.
The driver's name is classified.
Where it was headed is classified.
All we know is it was supposed to pass through here, and if we don't find it, I can't even tell you that, 'cause it's classified.
Is there anything about this case that isn't classified? You know I can't tell you that.
We continue our operation at the diner.
We collect what information we can.
Tribeca, how's it going down at the local precinct? I think they're starting to trust me.
Hmm.
A body was found in a shallow grave outside of town next to a wrecked car, and they've invited me along to investigate.
Charo: Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they Sorry.
[Phone clicks.]
Pretty clear what happened.
Guy drives his car right into this here tree, hops out, digs a grave, and buries himself.
Hey, do you know what the special is over at Big Ted's? I know yesterday it was French dip.
Mmm.
[Fargo accent.]
I'm not sure I agree with your police work there, Timmy.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I'm thinking that maybe there was some foul play at work here.
Oh, yeah, what makes you think that? Well, uh, I was thinking it would be awful tough after a head-on car crash to, uh, haul yourself 50 feet, dig a grave, and then pull the dirt in over ya.
Not to mention, why would ya? [Chuckles.]
I don't think I follow ya there, Angie.
Seems like a straightforward hit-and-dig to me.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Well, suppose for a second that maybe instead of one dead guy, we got two dead guys.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
See, look over there.
Somebody dragged a husky fella quite a way before attempting to bury him.
And just as he finishes the job, a car comes along and strikes the second fella, loses control, and, uh plows right into that there tree.
And then the third person, who I'm guessin' is a woman, judging from the size of the tiny, sexy footprints they don't want to get in trouble for vehicular manslaughter.
Hmm.
So they want to get the second fella the heck out of here.
Tow the car to the garage, and no one's the wiser.
"Hit and dig.
" How's about a pot pie over at Handsy Dan's? I'm telling ya, there's more than meets the eye here.
Now, don't get your nylons in a knot.
We can talk about it after lunch.
- [Wolf howls in distance.]
- Okay, then.
[Door opens, closes.]
Hi.
It's me.
Monica Scholls.
We haven't found it.
Yes, I know it's important.
No.
The rest of the team doesn't know.
You told me not to tell them, so I didn't tell them.
Look, I'm missing you like crazy.
When can I see you? A parka and snow pants.
Call me when you get this message.
[Metal clangs.]
[As Anton Chigurh.]
My safety deposit box.
Absolutely.
Uh, I just need your name and a picture I.
D.
Go get my box.
I'm sorry, sir.
I don't know which box is yours.
I don't know which box is yours.
Sir? Your life is in a box.
[Coughs.]
I don't know which box is yours.
Well, I-I-I suppose we could open all the boxes and let you have a root around.
Open all the boxes.
Okay, then.
It's a small town.
[Keys jingle.]
[Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy" plays.]
[Lid closes, music stops.]
Where is it? Where is what? The contents of the box.
Sir, uh, I'm not the one who puts things in the box.
Whatever was in the box is your business.
A man was supposed to come in here and put keys inside this box.
Did you see him? Sir, I can't really comment on who puts what in the boxes.
I'm sorry about that.
- [Air hisses.]
- No, no, uh, it's okay, I just, uh I just wish I could help you out.
You can help me.
I-I can't.
Yes, you can.
Open your mouth.
I'm I'm sorry? Open it.
[Soda bubbling.]
[Gurgling.]
[Thud.]
Hey.
How's it going? [Fargo accent.]
Oh, real good, thanks.
How 'bout yourself? Oh, you know.
Can't complain.
I mean, I could, but who'd listen? [Laughs.]
[Laughs.]
[Laughter.]
So, how can I help ya today? [Attempting Fargo accent.]
You know y Well, you betcha.
Um [Sighs.]
[Normal voice.]
I'm sorry, I I can't do the accent.
[Normal voice.]
Oh, that's okay.
I speak normal, too.
Well, I got into kind of an accident, and I was wondering if you could make it look like I didn't get into an accident.
[Normal voice.]
Pay special attention to the trunk and especially special attention to the dead body in it.
Do you want me to toss it, or do you want to take it home? Mmm.
- Toss it, please.
- [Grunting.]
You'll have to excuse me.
I'm right in the middle of something.
[Saw whirs.]
Charo: I killed a man.
You can describe it in a million different ways, but the fact is, I killed him.
A.
J.
: Killing people it's part of what we do.
Killing bad people is a part of what we do.
Well, look, look, the guy was burying another guy by the side of the road.
You think he's John Nance Garner? I feel like I want to tell Atkins.
Well, the time to tell Atkins was when it happened.
Now it's too late.
Now, you you got me involved.
[Sighs.]
So what are you gonna do if I tell him? Kill me? Don't be ridiculous.
Look, everything is gonna be okay.
All right, we'll get the car fixed and it's over.
I mean, so what? You're carrying a secret with you for the rest of your life.
I never told anyone I was left-handed.
You don't see me pulling my hair out over it, right? I'm so scared.
I'm shaking.
Well, come here.
The contusions on his head tell me he was hit by a frying pan, so we're looking for a cartoon mouse or maybe a Stooge.
Thomas McSorley, this is our guy.
Well, if he had a truck around him, the case would be closed.
Well, we do have some truck keys and a trucker, so how far could the truck be? You'd be surprised.
- Bah! - Aah! I matched the keys Tribeca brought in earlier to the missing truck through the dealer's database.
Take a look here.
This is a loyalty card to a store called Dale's Discount Meat.
[Panting.]
Where the hell have you two been? Nowhere, Chief.
Just working the case, looking for the truck, doing the stuff.
Turns out Dale's Discount Meat is a mom-and-pop pop-up meat shop in the mom-and-pop pop-up meat shop district.
Tribeca, why don't you and A.
J.
pop down to the mom-and-pop shop and see what pops up.
Sounds good, sir.
I'm long overdue for some quality time with my son.
Charo, this is probably a shot in the dark, but is there anything about McSorley's body that tells you where he left his truck? See how there's mustard on his fingers and there's none near his mouth? He was killed when he was about to eat his lunch.
If we find out where he eats his lunch, we'll find the truck.
[Bell dings.]
You don't think I see what's going on between you and Charo? I don't know what you're talking about.
[Bell dings.]
Oh, hey, there.
Gosh, I'm so sorry.
We're closed.
[Fargo accent.]
Oh, yeah? 'Cause the sign there says you're open.
That darn thing.
I've been meaning to get it fixed.
It flips around like it's got a mind of its own.
Just, uh, give me a second here.
[Normal voice.]
I get it, okay? Your adrenaline's pumping, your hormones are raging, the thrill of the hunt, the hunt for the thrill.
But just be careful, okay? Because if not, you'll end up with an unwanted child that makes the same mistakes that you did.
Did you say "unwanted"? Okay, all squared away now.
How can I help you, officer? [Fargo accent.]
So, this here man is the cousin of, uh Tommy Fitz McSorley.
Oh, Fitz! Yeah, sure, good customer.
Real loin lover.
[Chuckles.]
Anyway, he hasn't seen his cousin for darn near a week.
He's starting to get a little worried.
Ain't ya Ramon? SÃ.
Oh, gosh.
Well, I know what it's like to miss a cousin.
If I went a week without seeing my cousin, I don't know what the heck I'd do.
Well, family's the most important thing, you know.
[Fargo accent.]
So, yeah, what I was wondering [Coughs.]
[Cuban accent.]
So, what I was wondering is when is the last time you saw Fitz? You know, my cousin Fitz McSorley? Gosh, I guess I saw Fitz a couple of days ago.
Came in here to pick up a loin sandwich.
I remember it really well 'cause my wife was in the conversation.
[Chuckles.]
She's definitely alive.
You don't happen to know where he likes to eat his lunch do you? Well, of course I do.
Everyone knows Fitz eats his lunch up on old Route 19, about two miles from the interstate entrance.
Well, now I'm starting to wonder if you really are his cousin.
Hey, hon, did Fitz ever mention having some kind of Latin cousin? - [Door bell jingles.]
- No, not that I remember.
Unless you're talking about [Door closes.]
Order up! Here's your tuna melt, baby.
Can I get you something to drink? I'm good.
I know what you did.
Sit down.
Where is my truck? I've told you already.
I don't know anything about any truck.
You know about it.
Now where is it? Sorry, you've got the wrong girl.
I've got the right girl.
Now, tell me where my truck is, and I won't kill your whole team.
You'll never get to my team.
They're way too smart to fall for any of your tricks.
Hey, when do we get our free cruise? Charo, get out of here! Call the FBI! [Gun cocks.]
[Metal clangs.]
You're going to kill me? That's your second murder this week.
You must be getting a taste for it.
[Hammer clicks.]
That's what I thought.
Now, where is my truck? I don't know where your truck is.
Okay, that's the truth.
You have a favorite.
Where is my truck? - It's - A.
J.
, don't! We don't even know what the hell's in that truck! Let's just let him have it and we can walk out of here.
That's not the mission.
Oh, what, suddenly, you're Miss Mission? I'm getting tired of this.
It's on old Route 19.
Two miles from the interstate entrance.
Thank you.
You have saved me a lot of time.
Unfortunately, however, I cannot let you live.
[Scoffs.]
Told ya.
Who prefers to die first? You'll kill me first.
[Air hisses.]
[Quietly.]
When he shoots me, grab him.
Sir, no.
I'm dying anyway.
If I can do it saving my team, I can at least live with myself.
[Metal clangs.]
Vive la France.
Pierre Cardin! [Tires screech.]
[Bullets ricocheting.]
I'm going after him! - [Knife shings.]
- It's over.
Drop the soda gun, or I'll gut you like a really small fish.
[French accent.]
You stupid American.
Don't you see? The plan is already in motion.
The Francs are coming.
[Sighs.]
Almost had him.
[Sighs.]
Well, the important thing is we tried our best.
And we had fun doing it.
Scholls, how did you find us? It's a long and exciting story.
I'll tell you on the way back to the van.
What can I do you for? Oh, I was just wondering what is the quickest way to Duluth from here.
Oh, yeah.
What you're gonna want to do is Hey.
What's going on here? [Whistling.]
[Tires squeal, Dandleton grunts.]
[Glass shatters.]
[Wind billowing.]
[Keys click.]
[Wipers squeak.]
[Charo grunts.]
Oh, hey, there.
You need a hand with that? - Nope, I got it.
Thanks.
- Okay.
Have you ever seen an eagle Head straight into the wind? He doesn't pick a fight Spreads his wings and just gives in And in the end, he always Makes it home just fine I guess he knows that every storm subsides I wanna be like water Black? Half and half, actually.
You need a menu, darling? Something bad happened.
Order up! You can't tell the team.
Taking my 10.
Cover for me? I'll let nature take its course No more thinking that I know It's just up here.
I mean, the mouth's a little crooked, but [Gunshot.]
Atkins: We've been embedded here in Fargo, North Dakota, for three weeks, acting on a tip that this truck is supposed to pass through here.
But so far, all we've got is low-grade frostbite and 15 extra pounds of pie weight.
Not to be that guy but we also don't know why the hell we're looking for this thing.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Mom.
How many times do I have to explain this?! Once would be nice.
All right, fair enough.
The contents of the truck are classified.
The driver's name is classified.
Where it was headed is classified.
All we know is it was supposed to pass through here, and if we don't find it, I can't even tell you that, 'cause it's classified.
Is there anything about this case that isn't classified? You know I can't tell you that.
We continue our operation at the diner.
We collect what information we can.
Tribeca, how's it going down at the local precinct? I think they're starting to trust me.
Hmm.
A body was found in a shallow grave outside of town next to a wrecked car, and they've invited me along to investigate.
Charo: Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they know.
Oh, my God, they Sorry.
[Phone clicks.]
Pretty clear what happened.
Guy drives his car right into this here tree, hops out, digs a grave, and buries himself.
Hey, do you know what the special is over at Big Ted's? I know yesterday it was French dip.
Mmm.
[Fargo accent.]
I'm not sure I agree with your police work there, Timmy.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I'm thinking that maybe there was some foul play at work here.
Oh, yeah, what makes you think that? Well, uh, I was thinking it would be awful tough after a head-on car crash to, uh, haul yourself 50 feet, dig a grave, and then pull the dirt in over ya.
Not to mention, why would ya? [Chuckles.]
I don't think I follow ya there, Angie.
Seems like a straightforward hit-and-dig to me.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Well, suppose for a second that maybe instead of one dead guy, we got two dead guys.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
See, look over there.
Somebody dragged a husky fella quite a way before attempting to bury him.
And just as he finishes the job, a car comes along and strikes the second fella, loses control, and, uh plows right into that there tree.
And then the third person, who I'm guessin' is a woman, judging from the size of the tiny, sexy footprints they don't want to get in trouble for vehicular manslaughter.
Hmm.
So they want to get the second fella the heck out of here.
Tow the car to the garage, and no one's the wiser.
"Hit and dig.
" How's about a pot pie over at Handsy Dan's? I'm telling ya, there's more than meets the eye here.
Now, don't get your nylons in a knot.
We can talk about it after lunch.
- [Wolf howls in distance.]
- Okay, then.
[Door opens, closes.]
Hi.
It's me.
Monica Scholls.
We haven't found it.
Yes, I know it's important.
No.
The rest of the team doesn't know.
You told me not to tell them, so I didn't tell them.
Look, I'm missing you like crazy.
When can I see you? A parka and snow pants.
Call me when you get this message.
[Metal clangs.]
[As Anton Chigurh.]
My safety deposit box.
Absolutely.
Uh, I just need your name and a picture I.
D.
Go get my box.
I'm sorry, sir.
I don't know which box is yours.
I don't know which box is yours.
Sir? Your life is in a box.
[Coughs.]
I don't know which box is yours.
Well, I-I-I suppose we could open all the boxes and let you have a root around.
Open all the boxes.
Okay, then.
It's a small town.
[Keys jingle.]
[Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy" plays.]
[Lid closes, music stops.]
Where is it? Where is what? The contents of the box.
Sir, uh, I'm not the one who puts things in the box.
Whatever was in the box is your business.
A man was supposed to come in here and put keys inside this box.
Did you see him? Sir, I can't really comment on who puts what in the boxes.
I'm sorry about that.
- [Air hisses.]
- No, no, uh, it's okay, I just, uh I just wish I could help you out.
You can help me.
I-I can't.
Yes, you can.
Open your mouth.
I'm I'm sorry? Open it.
[Soda bubbling.]
[Gurgling.]
[Thud.]
Hey.
How's it going? [Fargo accent.]
Oh, real good, thanks.
How 'bout yourself? Oh, you know.
Can't complain.
I mean, I could, but who'd listen? [Laughs.]
[Laughs.]
[Laughter.]
So, how can I help ya today? [Attempting Fargo accent.]
You know y Well, you betcha.
Um [Sighs.]
[Normal voice.]
I'm sorry, I I can't do the accent.
[Normal voice.]
Oh, that's okay.
I speak normal, too.
Well, I got into kind of an accident, and I was wondering if you could make it look like I didn't get into an accident.
[Normal voice.]
Pay special attention to the trunk and especially special attention to the dead body in it.
Do you want me to toss it, or do you want to take it home? Mmm.
- Toss it, please.
- [Grunting.]
You'll have to excuse me.
I'm right in the middle of something.
[Saw whirs.]
Charo: I killed a man.
You can describe it in a million different ways, but the fact is, I killed him.
A.
J.
: Killing people it's part of what we do.
Killing bad people is a part of what we do.
Well, look, look, the guy was burying another guy by the side of the road.
You think he's John Nance Garner? I feel like I want to tell Atkins.
Well, the time to tell Atkins was when it happened.
Now it's too late.
Now, you you got me involved.
[Sighs.]
So what are you gonna do if I tell him? Kill me? Don't be ridiculous.
Look, everything is gonna be okay.
All right, we'll get the car fixed and it's over.
I mean, so what? You're carrying a secret with you for the rest of your life.
I never told anyone I was left-handed.
You don't see me pulling my hair out over it, right? I'm so scared.
I'm shaking.
Well, come here.
The contusions on his head tell me he was hit by a frying pan, so we're looking for a cartoon mouse or maybe a Stooge.
Thomas McSorley, this is our guy.
Well, if he had a truck around him, the case would be closed.
Well, we do have some truck keys and a trucker, so how far could the truck be? You'd be surprised.
- Bah! - Aah! I matched the keys Tribeca brought in earlier to the missing truck through the dealer's database.
Take a look here.
This is a loyalty card to a store called Dale's Discount Meat.
[Panting.]
Where the hell have you two been? Nowhere, Chief.
Just working the case, looking for the truck, doing the stuff.
Turns out Dale's Discount Meat is a mom-and-pop pop-up meat shop in the mom-and-pop pop-up meat shop district.
Tribeca, why don't you and A.
J.
pop down to the mom-and-pop shop and see what pops up.
Sounds good, sir.
I'm long overdue for some quality time with my son.
Charo, this is probably a shot in the dark, but is there anything about McSorley's body that tells you where he left his truck? See how there's mustard on his fingers and there's none near his mouth? He was killed when he was about to eat his lunch.
If we find out where he eats his lunch, we'll find the truck.
[Bell dings.]
You don't think I see what's going on between you and Charo? I don't know what you're talking about.
[Bell dings.]
Oh, hey, there.
Gosh, I'm so sorry.
We're closed.
[Fargo accent.]
Oh, yeah? 'Cause the sign there says you're open.
That darn thing.
I've been meaning to get it fixed.
It flips around like it's got a mind of its own.
Just, uh, give me a second here.
[Normal voice.]
I get it, okay? Your adrenaline's pumping, your hormones are raging, the thrill of the hunt, the hunt for the thrill.
But just be careful, okay? Because if not, you'll end up with an unwanted child that makes the same mistakes that you did.
Did you say "unwanted"? Okay, all squared away now.
How can I help you, officer? [Fargo accent.]
So, this here man is the cousin of, uh Tommy Fitz McSorley.
Oh, Fitz! Yeah, sure, good customer.
Real loin lover.
[Chuckles.]
Anyway, he hasn't seen his cousin for darn near a week.
He's starting to get a little worried.
Ain't ya Ramon? SÃ.
Oh, gosh.
Well, I know what it's like to miss a cousin.
If I went a week without seeing my cousin, I don't know what the heck I'd do.
Well, family's the most important thing, you know.
[Fargo accent.]
So, yeah, what I was wondering [Coughs.]
[Cuban accent.]
So, what I was wondering is when is the last time you saw Fitz? You know, my cousin Fitz McSorley? Gosh, I guess I saw Fitz a couple of days ago.
Came in here to pick up a loin sandwich.
I remember it really well 'cause my wife was in the conversation.
[Chuckles.]
She's definitely alive.
You don't happen to know where he likes to eat his lunch do you? Well, of course I do.
Everyone knows Fitz eats his lunch up on old Route 19, about two miles from the interstate entrance.
Well, now I'm starting to wonder if you really are his cousin.
Hey, hon, did Fitz ever mention having some kind of Latin cousin? - [Door bell jingles.]
- No, not that I remember.
Unless you're talking about [Door closes.]
Order up! Here's your tuna melt, baby.
Can I get you something to drink? I'm good.
I know what you did.
Sit down.
Where is my truck? I've told you already.
I don't know anything about any truck.
You know about it.
Now where is it? Sorry, you've got the wrong girl.
I've got the right girl.
Now, tell me where my truck is, and I won't kill your whole team.
You'll never get to my team.
They're way too smart to fall for any of your tricks.
Hey, when do we get our free cruise? Charo, get out of here! Call the FBI! [Gun cocks.]
[Metal clangs.]
You're going to kill me? That's your second murder this week.
You must be getting a taste for it.
[Hammer clicks.]
That's what I thought.
Now, where is my truck? I don't know where your truck is.
Okay, that's the truth.
You have a favorite.
Where is my truck? - It's - A.
J.
, don't! We don't even know what the hell's in that truck! Let's just let him have it and we can walk out of here.
That's not the mission.
Oh, what, suddenly, you're Miss Mission? I'm getting tired of this.
It's on old Route 19.
Two miles from the interstate entrance.
Thank you.
You have saved me a lot of time.
Unfortunately, however, I cannot let you live.
[Scoffs.]
Told ya.
Who prefers to die first? You'll kill me first.
[Air hisses.]
[Quietly.]
When he shoots me, grab him.
Sir, no.
I'm dying anyway.
If I can do it saving my team, I can at least live with myself.
[Metal clangs.]
Vive la France.
Pierre Cardin! [Tires screech.]
[Bullets ricocheting.]
I'm going after him! - [Knife shings.]
- It's over.
Drop the soda gun, or I'll gut you like a really small fish.
[French accent.]
You stupid American.
Don't you see? The plan is already in motion.
The Francs are coming.
[Sighs.]
Almost had him.
[Sighs.]
Well, the important thing is we tried our best.
And we had fun doing it.
Scholls, how did you find us? It's a long and exciting story.
I'll tell you on the way back to the van.