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　　TROOPER
　　You’’re required to display
　　temporary tags， either in the
　　plate area or taped inside the
　　back window.
　　
　　CARL
　　Certainly -
　　
　　TROOPER
　　Can I see your license and
　　registration please？
　　
　　CARL
　　Certainly.
　　
　　He reaches for his wallet.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… I was gonna tape up the
　　temporary tag， ya know， to be
　　in full compliance， but it， uh，
　　it， uh …… must a slipped my
　　mind……
　　
　　He extends his wallet toward the trooper， a folded fifty-
　　dollar bill protruding from it.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… So maybe the best thing
　　would be to take care of that，
　　right here in Brainerd.
　　
　　TROOPER
　　What’’s this， sir？
　　
　　CARL
　　That’’s my license and regis-
　　tration. I wanna be in
　　compliance.
　　
　　He forces a laugh.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… I was just thinking I could
　　take care of it right here. In
　　Brainerd.
　　
　　The policeman thoughtfully pats the fifty into the billfold
　　and hands the billfold back into the car.
　　
　　TROOPER
　　Put that back in your pocket，
　　please.
　　
　　Carl’’s nervous smile fades.
　　
　　TROOPER
　　…… And step out of the car，
　　please， sir.
　　
　　Grimsrud， smiling thinly， shakes his head.
　　
　　There is a whimpering sound.
　　
　　The policeman hesitates.
　　
　　Another sound.
　　
　　The policeman leans forward into the car， listening.
　　
　　Grimsrud reaches across Carl， grabs the trooper by the hair
　　and slams his head down onto the car door.
　　
　　The policeman grunts， digs awkwardly for footing outside and
　　throws an arm for balance against the outside of the car.
　　
　　With his free hand， Grimsrud pops the glove compartment. He
　　brings a gun out and reaches across Carl and shoots - BANG -
　　into the back of the trooper’’s head.
　　
　　Jean screams.
　　
　　GRIMSRUD
　　Shut up.
　　
　　He releases the policeman.
　　
　　The policeman’’s head slides out the window and his body
　　flops back onto the street.
　　
　　Carl looks out at the cop in the road.
　　
　　CARL
　　（softly）
　　Whoa…… Whoa， Daddy.
　　
　　Grimsrud takes the trooper’’s hat off of Carl’’s lap and sails
　　it out the open window.
　　
　　GRIMSRUD
　　You’’ll take care of it. Boy， you
　　are smooth smooth， you know.
　　
　　CARL
　　Whoa， Daddy.
　　
　　Jean， for some reason， screams again. Then stops.
　　
　　GRIMSRUD
　　Clear him off the road.
　　
　　CARL
　　Yeah.
　　
　　He gets out.
　　
　　EXT. ROAD
　　
　　Carl leans down to hoist up the body.
　　
　　Headlights appear: an oncoming car.
　　
　　INT. CIERA
　　
　　Grimsrud notices.
　　
　　EXT. ROAD
　　
　　The car approaches， slowing.
　　
　　Carl， with the trooper’’s body hoisted halfway up， is frozen
　　in the headlights.
　　
　　The car accelerates and roars past and away. We just make
　　out the silhouettes of two occupants in front.
　　
　　INT. CIERA
　　
　　Grimsrud slides into the driver’’s seat. He squeals into a U-
　　turn， the driver’’s door slamming shut with his spin.
　　
　　Small red tail lights fishtail up ahead. The pursued car
　　churns up fine snow.
　　
　　Grimsrud takes the cigarette from his mouth and stubs it in
　　his ashtray. We hear the churning of the car wheels and the
　　pinging of snow clods and salt on the car’’s underside.