It’s that moment out on the ice with her dad. Like all good heroes Molly gets a calling in this first episode. A moment where fate (the writers) declares her the hero and sets her on her quest. Molly is out there trying to fish and entertaining her dad’s plea to leave police work for the relative safety of the diner.
Then something sort of flickers in her. It’s a soft and quiet moment. So quiet you almost miss it. One moment Molly is seeing easy and safe days in the diner and the next she’s seeing her boss’s kid and wife all alone and she’s see his murderer just out of reach and she’s seeing that she, the best cop in her tiny town, is the only person that can go and solve the crime and make things right.
Molly isn’t a reluctant hero or a brooding anti-hero. She’s just a decent cop doing what a decent cop does.
And that makes her, and Fargo, as bracingly refreshing as those winds that gutter across the screen.