STORMSDREAM JOURNAL
26 August, 2017
Nobody is Going to Walk Through that Door

I loved the last scene of the last episode of the third season of Fargo, and yes, I’m going to talk about that final scene. I don’t give a damn about spoilers. This has been your warning.

I can’t help but notice that a lot of people seem hung up on that last scene and how this means the season lacked closure. It should have answered it’s own damn question, I hear people cry. To which I say, it wasn’t asking a bloody question. Nobody’s going to walk through that door in less than five minutes, and both Varga and Bargle know this.

Although, I will admit that Bargle is less sure of this fact than Varga, but she’s more open to the general unapologetic weirdness of the world than Varga. Someone could unexpectedly—what are the odds?—walk through that door. The general unapologetic meaninglessly random weirdness of the world just makes Varga angry, by the way, but in a resigned “this shit again?” kind-of way.

So what’s with the door?

Varga’s not happy he’s about to be put through some rather annoying bureaucracy that’ll slow down his plans for a couple days, and he wants to take that annoyance out on the person who’s about to grind him through that bureaucratic process, Bargle. So he makes it very clear to her that the system is on his side and that he’s going to come out the other end of this experience just fine. He does so by telling her a story about how one man is going to walk through the door and ruin her day.

There’s no man. It’s just a metaphor to express how the system is on his side. Varga likes telling these kinds of stories because they unsettle the person he’s talking to.

Bargle is having none of it. She’s sick and tired of people shitting on her day. She knows he’s going to get away with it. She knows he knows she knows, and she’s not happy that he’s trying to rub her nose in it. So she makes it very clear that she’s not intimated. She’s not going to stop. She does so by telling him a story about how three men are going to walk through the door and ruin his day.

There are no men. It’s just a metaphor to show how she’ll never stop trying to help the people running blindfolded through the rye. She’ll always believe that people can be better even when they’re not.

So, yeah, there’s no question to answer. In a vaguely weird and ineffable way, the scene—the whole entire season for that matter—has been a battle for Bargle’s soul, and in the face of all of the soul-crushingly meaningless random weirdness that is the world, she’s kept it together for another day. Hooray!

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