Boy oh boy, Trash Fellas, was last night’s Fargo a doozy or what? The Gerhardt-Kansas City war officially (and quite immediately) kicked off in spectacular fashion, and left a body count that’s nothing to sneeze at. Spoilers below.
Well, well, well: it turns out the Gerhardts aren’t so smalltime after all. Within this episode’s first 10 minutes, they managed to ambush Joe Bulo and a bunch of Kansas City soldiers on a hunting excursion. Under the blood lust of Dodd, they lit up pretty much the whole crew (including one half of our Kitchen Brothers) in a frenzy of exploding blood and guts, while quiet, calculating Hanzee cornered Bulo himself and collected quite the souvenir.
That souvenir was Bulo’s white, wiry head, which Hanz delivered to Mike Milligan in a neat little package. The only leverage Milligan really has at this point is Simone, whom he terrifies into an agreement that she’ll keep him abreast of her family’s plans, like some sort of Midwestern Mata Hari.
Floyd, meanwhile, finally finds out the fate of her youngest, blundering son. But she mistakes “The Luverne Butcher” to be some sort of pseudonym for a notorious Kansas City goon and not the poor, unassuming blue collar yokel that Ed Blumquist in fact is. Regardless, she orders a summary execution of this “butcher.” She and Bear both seem to hate this war they’ve found themselves in. On the other hand, and not surprisingly, Dodd couldn’t be more thrilled.
Floyd’s asked one of the Gerhardts’ hired help to carry out the butcher job, but Charlie, eager to prove himself to Uncle Dodd, jumps at the chance. But his spirits fail him when he’s first distracted by the pretty, nihilistic girl behind the counter, and then when he bungles his second attempt in the shop’s kitchen. In his wake, he leaves the Gerhardts’ dead assassin, a grease fire that burns the whole shop down, and two living targets, Casey (the sweet, dear cashier) and Ed. What’s more, he’s landed himself unconscious on a gurney with the Luverne PD.
Speaking of Ed, he’s resolute against skipping town, insisting to Peggy on his “American Dream” and goal of owning the butcher shop, her, and the babies that come of it. So in the heat of packing up all her feathered, glossy belongings, Peggy finally – for ONCE this season – decides to do something for someone else… decides to do something decent and mature. She sells her car so she can restore the down payment on the butcher’s shop.
But it’s too late. Ed’s barreled out of it – reluctantly – with an axed cadaver and suspicious fire in ruins, so Patrick Baby finally has all the evidence he needs to nab Ed. Peggy is down one (1) husband and one (1) small business.
Speaking of Patrick Baby, he’s placed on security detail for the tone deaf Ronald Reagan, a man who does nary but recite well-written poetic speeches and wax philosophic on the war movies he made (and “wax philosophic” is a generous term for “barely remember them to a veteran as he soaks a urinal cake”). Meanwhile, Betsy’s at home getting nauseous (maybe) and parsing Molly duty off to Grandpa Ted.
What did you think, Trash Fellas? I have so many questions, which of course I’ll dump into this week’s recap. In the meantime, here’s my stupid lil submission from last week. Sleep tight – don’t let the frostbite bite.
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