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Dawn. Marge is making her way down the icy front stoop to
her prowler.
INT. GUNDERSON HOUSE
Norm sits back onto the bed, shrugging off his robe. Off-
screen we hear the front door open.
FRONT DOOR
Marge stamps the snow off her shoes.
MARGE
Hon?
NORM
(off)
Yah?
MARGE
Prowler needs a jump.
HIGHWAY
Two police cars and an ambulance sit idling at the side of
the road, a pair of men inside each car.
The first car’’s driver door opens and a figure in a parka
emerges, holding two styrofoam cups. His partner leans
across the seat to close the door after him.
The reverse shows Marge approaching from her own squad car.
MARGE
Hiya, Lou.
LOU
Margie. Thought you might need
a little warm-up.
He hands her one of the cups of coffee.
MARGE
Yah, thanks a bunch. So what’’s
the deal, now? Gary says triple
homicide?
LOU
Yah, looks pretty bad. Two
of’’m’’re over here.
Marge looks around as they start walking.
MARGE
Where is everybody?
LOU
Well - it’’s cold, Margie.
BY THE WRECK
Laid out in the early morning light is the wrecked car, a
pair of footprints leading out to a man in a bright orange
parka face down in the bloodstained snow, and one pair of
footsteps leading back to the road.
Marge is peering into the car.
MARGE
Ah, geez. So…… Aw, geez.
Here’’s the second one…… It’’s
in the head and the …… hand
there, I guess that’’s a defensive
wound. Okay.
Marge looks up from the car.
MARGE
…… Where’’s the state trooper?
Lou, up on the shoulder, jerks his thumb.
LOU
Back there a good piece. In
the ditch next to his prowler.
Marge looks around at the road.
MARGE
Okay, so we got a state trooper
pulls someone over, we got a
shooting, and these folks drive
by, and we got a high-speed
pursuit, ends here, and this
execution-type deal.
LOU
Yah.
MARGE
I’’d be very surprised if our
suspect was from Brainerd.
LOU
Yah.
Marge is studying the ground.
MARGE
Yah. And I’’ll tell you what, from
his footprints he looks like a big
fella -
Marge suddenly doubles over, putting her head between her
knees down near the snow.
LOU
Ya see something down there, Chief?
MARGE
Uh - I just, I think I’’m gonna barf.
LOU
Geez, you okay, Margie?
MARGE
I’’m fine - it’’s just morning
sickness.
She gets up, sweeping snow from her knees.
MARGE
…… Well, that passed.
LOU
Yah?
MARGE
Yah. Now I’’m hungry again.
LOU
You had breakfast yet, Margie?
MARGE
Oh, yah. Norm made some eggs.
LOU
Yah? Well, what now, d’’ya think?
MARGE
her prowler.
INT. GUNDERSON HOUSE
Norm sits back onto the bed, shrugging off his robe. Off-
screen we hear the front door open.
FRONT DOOR
Marge stamps the snow off her shoes.
MARGE
Hon?
NORM
(off)
Yah?
MARGE
Prowler needs a jump.
HIGHWAY
Two police cars and an ambulance sit idling at the side of
the road, a pair of men inside each car.
The first car’’s driver door opens and a figure in a parka
emerges, holding two styrofoam cups. His partner leans
across the seat to close the door after him.
The reverse shows Marge approaching from her own squad car.
MARGE
Hiya, Lou.
LOU
Margie. Thought you might need
a little warm-up.
He hands her one of the cups of coffee.
MARGE
Yah, thanks a bunch. So what’’s
the deal, now? Gary says triple
homicide?
LOU
Yah, looks pretty bad. Two
of’’m’’re over here.
Marge looks around as they start walking.
MARGE
Where is everybody?
LOU
Well - it’’s cold, Margie.
BY THE WRECK
Laid out in the early morning light is the wrecked car, a
pair of footprints leading out to a man in a bright orange
parka face down in the bloodstained snow, and one pair of
footsteps leading back to the road.
Marge is peering into the car.
MARGE
Ah, geez. So…… Aw, geez.
Here’’s the second one…… It’’s
in the head and the …… hand
there, I guess that’’s a defensive
wound. Okay.
Marge looks up from the car.
MARGE
…… Where’’s the state trooper?
Lou, up on the shoulder, jerks his thumb.
LOU
Back there a good piece. In
the ditch next to his prowler.
Marge looks around at the road.
MARGE
Okay, so we got a state trooper
pulls someone over, we got a
shooting, and these folks drive
by, and we got a high-speed
pursuit, ends here, and this
execution-type deal.
LOU
Yah.
MARGE
I’’d be very surprised if our
suspect was from Brainerd.
LOU
Yah.
Marge is studying the ground.
MARGE
Yah. And I’’ll tell you what, from
his footprints he looks like a big
fella -
Marge suddenly doubles over, putting her head between her
knees down near the snow.
LOU
Ya see something down there, Chief?
MARGE
Uh - I just, I think I’’m gonna barf.
LOU
Geez, you okay, Margie?
MARGE
I’’m fine - it’’s just morning
sickness.
She gets up, sweeping snow from her knees.
MARGE
…… Well, that passed.
LOU
Yah?
MARGE
Yah. Now I’’m hungry again.
LOU
You had breakfast yet, Margie?
MARGE
Oh, yah. Norm made some eggs.
LOU
Yah? Well, what now, d’’ya think?
MARGE
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