Storia Americana

Fargo 4×11

Josto Fadda: What family? Whose family?

Ebal Violante: You cannot silence the truth.

Josto Fadda: Tell him!
Oraetta Mayflower: Yeah, like I said, as an honest person who likes to cross her t's and heart her i's, I'd be remiss if I didn't afford myself truthfully in front of the lord my savior and, uh... And these fine gentlemen. But, yeah... well, you kind of did.

Josto Fadda: She's a crazy person! And I'm the boss!

Ebal Violante: It's shit, no? The old way for the old world. Brothers, uncles, cousins... We live in the new world now. We need a new way.

Ebal Violante: You kill your father... So you can wear the crown. Then you kill your brother so you don't have to share... And this is why the family business doesn't work. Because families are crazy.

Josto Fadda: You don't have to do this. Hasn't there been enough killing?
Joe: .... Wait. That a serious question?

Josto Fadda: This is it... What they make us do. We're paisan. Come on. We-we change our names. We eat each other. We forget. For what? Don't you get it, Joe? This is a ladder, but there's nowhere to go.
Joe: Nah. Any last requests?
Oraetta Mayflower: Yeah, c-can you shoot him first so I can watch?
Josto Fadda: What?!

Ebal Violante: So, all is forgiven?
Loy Cannon: Back to business.

Loy Cannon: You want to take half our business? We had a deal. In the park. We made a deal!
Ebal Violante: Please, be calm. This is just part of the new plan. Our national plan. For the nation. New York, Chicago, Kansas City, Miami, Texas, California. You, too, are a national outfit, yes? Mm. Wait, no. You are one man in one city. What do they say? Big fish, small pond. But we are the sea. Mm. I can tell you are thinking, you can just kill me the way you kill the men before. But this is a mistake. Because when you look at me, you don't see the man behind me and the man behind him and all the men that follow. Forever. Mm-hmm? You see them now. The wave that never ends. We understand each other. Cheer up. Look at it this way: We are not taking half, we are leaving half. You work for us now. You do what we say or we kill you and find someone who will. Fine della storia.

Ethelrida Pearl Smutny: History is a form of memory. But what does it mean to remember?
     We think naturally of our own past, our lives day by day, and through them we see the events of our times. We are black and white, rich and poor, foreign-born and domestic. And yet, if our pasts are separate, then aren't our histories separate, too? Segregated?
     Ask yourself, who writes the books? Who chooses what we remember and what gets forgotten?
     My name is Ethelrida Pearl Smutny. This is my history report.

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