He's kinda funny lookin, he doesn't fuck around, and he's a kidnapper's kidnapper. Carl gets a tip from fellow ex-con Shep Proudfoot that there's good money in kidnapping some St. Paul car salesman's wife. He grabs fellow kidnapper Gaear Grimsrud to meet the car saleman, Jerry Lundegaard, and talk about the details.
Carl quickly tires of his partner's request for pancakes so he suggests hookers and steak. This would be a great suggestion if the prostitutes in North Dakota actually looked like women. But Carl is no looker, and many describe him as kinda funny lookin. When kidnapping goes sour, these hookers talk to a local cop and blow is cover, and more importantly, let the world know he's an anteater.
Carl is on the run and at risk of going back to jail, so he's gotta switch the plates on his stolen car. He cleverly pulls into a snowy parking lot, steals someone's plate, and says, "I don't want to park here anymore." The parking attendant won't allow it, so Carl launches into one of the best indictments of parking clerks of all time. "These are the limits of your life man!" Carl really needed that $4.
You tell 'em Carl!! Anyways, now Carl has to exchange the money, but that pussy Lundegaard doesn't show up, it's some old guy. Like any reasonable human being, Carl starts shooting, and kills the man, but not before he takes a bullet in the jaw. But he's no pussy....you should see the other guy.
Unfortunately, Carl won't budge on a negotiation with Geaer, and he's made into smart-mouthed body chips, which ruins the prostitute industry in the great lakes region.
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