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　　Let’’s go take a look at that
　　trooper.
　　
　　BY THE STATE TROOPER’’S CAR
　　
　　Marge’’s prowler is parked nearby.
　　
　　Marge is on her hands and knees by a body down in the ditch，
　　again looking at footprints in the snow. She calls up to
　　the road:
　　
　　MARGE
　　There’’s two of ’’em， Lou!
　　
　　LOU
　　Yah？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah， this guy’’s smaller than
　　his buddy.
　　
　　LOU
　　Oh， yah？
　　
　　DOWN IN THE DITCH
　　
　　In the foreground is the head of the state trooper， facing
　　us. Peering at it from behind， still on her hands and
　　knees， is Marge.
　　
　　MARGE
　　For Pete’’s sake.
　　
　　She gets up， clapping the snow off her hands， and climbs out
　　of the ditch.
　　
　　LOU
　　How’’s it look， Marge？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Well， he’’s got his gun on his hip
　　there， and he looks like a nice
　　enough guy. It’’s a real shame.
　　
　　LOU
　　Yah.
　　
　　MARGE
　　You haven’’t monkeyed with his car
　　there， have ya？
　　
　　LOU
　　No way.
　　
　　She is looking at the prowler， which still idles on the
　　shoulder.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Somebody shut his lights. I guess
　　the little guy sat in there， waitin’’
　　for his buddy t’’come back.
　　
　　LOU
　　Yah， woulda been cold out here.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Heck， yah. Ya think， is Dave open
　　yet？
　　
　　LOU
　　You don’’t think he’’s mixed up in -
　　
　　MARGE
　　No， no， I just wanna get Norm some
　　night crawlers.
　　
　　INT. PROWLER
　　
　　Marge is driving; Lou sits next to her.
　　
　　MARGE
　　You look in his citation book？
　　
　　LOU
　　Yah……
　　
　　He looks at his notebook.
　　
　　LOU
　　…… Last vehicle he wrote in
　　was a tan Ciera at 2:18 a.m.
　　Under the plate number he put
　　DLR - I figure they stopped him
　　or shot him before he could finish
　　fillin’’ out the tag number.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Uh-huh.
　　
　　LOU
　　So I got the state lookin’’ for a
　　Ciera with a tag startin’’ DLR.
　　They don’’t got no match yet.
　　
　　MARGE
　　I’’m not sure I agree with you a
　　hunnert percent on your policework，
　　there， Lou.
　　
　　LOU
　　Yah？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah， I think that vehicle there
　　probly had dealer plates. DLR？
　　
　　LOU
　　Oh……
　　
　　Lou gazes out the window， thinking.
　　
　　LOU
　　…… Geez.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah. Say， Lou， ya hear the one
　　about the guy who couldn’’t afford
　　personalized plates， so he went
　　and changed his name to J2L 4685？
　　
　　LOU
　　Yah， that’’s a good one.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah.
　　
　　THE ROAD
　　
　　The police car enters with a whoosh and hums down a straight-
　　ruled empty highway， cutting a landscape of flat and perfect
　　white.
　　
　　EMBERS FAMILY RESTAURANT
　　
　　Jerry， Wade， and Stan Grossman sit in a booth， sipping
　　coffee. Outside the window， snow falls from a gunmetal sky.
　　
　　WADE
　　- All’’s I know is， ya got a
　　problem， ya call a professional!