When you went to school, do you remember how you would always take along with you your backpack? Well, I did anyway. And when you had your backpack, wouldn’t you of checked what was inside of it before going to school, just to make sure you have everything for the day ahead? Well, it turns out Lester’s brother’s son doesn’t do that. And as a result, a gun slides out of his bag and onto the floor of his classroom. What a doughnut!
Because of this youngster’s lack of academic organisation, the police get involved in the matter. They get a search warrant to turn Lester’s brother’s house upside down, leaving the wife in all sorts of bother. He gets a phone call from his missus to get his sorry ass back outta work, and to come home. He panics – they’ll find my gun locker in the basement, and the illegal one too. And as he arrives, that is just what they are doing. And then the twist: a pair of knickers, a bloody hammer, and a saucy photo of Lester’s wife. His own wife flips out, slaps him in emotional outrage, but he just stands there, looking stunned. How could that of got there? Have I been set up? Answer: yes you have matey.
He must have an inkling whom has done the dirty on him. LESTER!!! It’s got to be – recently, he disowned him to his face, whilst he sat on his hospital bed; and with the quagmire Lester is in, it made sense to a degree to sabotage his unloving bro. I’m not justifying Lester’s actions – I’m just saying he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do, and jail ain’t the place for a skinny pretty boy like him. (Saying that, neither is it suitable for his brother. Oh well…)
The Sheriff brings Lester into the police station to ask him a few questions about his brother and his dead wife; primarily: were they having an affair? Lester, sincere as Mother Teresa, tells that this is exactly what happened. He puts on the brave, tormented face of a man exposing a deep family secret, and the Sheriff eat it up like cake on sale at a closing down cake shop. Nom nom nom…
Lester, at the police station, practising for his late night poker next July
He leaves the station, passing by his brother who is locked behind bars. When he hears him yell out his name, Lester smirks to himself, and exits. He’s bad to the bone, I tells ya.
He ain’t heavy – he’s in prison
Now that Lester thinks he’s in the clear, he finally rings for the cleaning service to come and clear the murder mess. FINALLY!! – that shit had been bugging me from the very beginning. I wondered: are they allowed to leave a crime scene like this? Why haven’t the police dealt with it on behalf of Lester, whom they’d all of thought was in a ‘vulnerable’ state of mind? And why ain’t the floor covered in flies and maggots? (I concluded that this is probably ’cause it’s so cold up in that town, that no flies wanna breed in such cold temperatures. Either that, or I’m talking outta my derriere and have totally forgotten that this is indeed a TV show.) And when Lester gets through to them on the phone, they hang up at the mere mention of the word ‘blood’. Hilarious! The police gave him that number and they chickened out. What a joke!
So what about Molly and Lorne – I’ve talked about Lester so much that I’d completely neglected the other two main characters. Well, I guess that’s because Lester’s part of the story here contains the bulk of the story, but nevertheless, I must do a quick shout out to those two. I’ll start with good-golly-miss Molly…
After perforating Molly’s spleen with an unintended bullet, the city officer, Gus Grimly, comes to her hospital bedside with a bundle of flowers. He apologies immensely, and tells her that he’s going to lose his badge because of this blunder. She tells him to stop talking nonsense, and that he’s not going to get fired. He leaves the room, passing by her father, whom seems less than impressed by him (well, I thought so).
Molly, with her IV drip and stand, then goes into the hospital room where Mr Wretch – the deaf guy – is. She tells him that his partner, Mr Numbers is dead. He’s devastated. Molly then hands him a small white board so he can communicate with her. I had to laugh because she’d been speaking to him all that time before then, and then asks him if he can lip read. Of course he can, you utter numpty. Christ Sake! Anywho, where was I… so Molly mentions the name Lorne Malvo, and Mr Wretch knows exactly what she’s talking about. Molly thinks she’s onto something here, and she’s right to think so.
Because flowers are always enough after shooting someone in the spleen
Molly, with her IV drip, then goes into the hospital room where Mr Wretch – the deaf guy – is. She tells him that his partner, Mr Numbers is dead. He’s devastated. Molly then hands him a small white board so he can communicate with her. I had to laugh because she’d been speaking to him all that time before then, and then asks him if he can lip read. Of course he can, you utter numpty. Christ Sake! Anywho, where was I… so Molly mentions the name Lorne Malvo, and Mr Wretch knows exactly what he’s talking about. Molly thinks he’s onto something here. And he’s right to think so (for once in his trigger happy life).
Meanwhile, in a place by the name Fargo, Lorne strolls past the police with a fat off gun in his hands, and kills all the people in the building they were watching. We don’t see any of the shooting as the camera stays on the outside of the building, but follows him up floor by floor. At the top floor, a guy comes flying out of the window, and onto the pavement. The police finally realise, and backup is called. And as they’re all waiting outside for the killer to come out, Lorne, from the side, walks away from the scene, and down the street.
That’s about all folks! The only other thing that springs to mind is Lester going to Hess’s window’s house and shafting silly (literally and metaphorically, as he is also lying to her). But I guess, seeing as Hess shafted him all those years in the playground – by that, I mean he bullied him – and Lester is in the clear, it seems like he just doesn’t care anymore. She’s still going to struggle to get her insurance though – Hess didn’t finish paying the premiums on his life insurance, so… nil dollars exactly will be the payout. Lester doesn’t care either way, hence the lying to her. In fact, Lester has become an almost Lorne prodigy character in the making. He may not have killed as many people, but he’s definitely got the warped mindset now. I guess that’s what happens when you expose yourself to too many professional killers – it rubs off on you.
If you’re thinking about what Lester’s looking at, it’s the family portrait he just made fall off the wall with the power of his… enthusiasm