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NORM
Yah, ya think?
He leans over and kisses her.
MARGE
Ah, ya got Arbie’’s all o’’er me.
Lou enters.
LOU
Hiya, Norm, how’’s the paintin’’
goin’’?
NORM
Not too bad. You know.
MARGE
How we doin’’ on that vehicle?
LOU
No motels registered any tan Ciera
last night. But the night before,
two men checked into the Blue Ox
registering a Ciera and leavin’’ the
tag space blank.
MARGE
Geez, that’’s a good lead. The
Blue Ox, that’’s that trucker’’s
joint out there on I-35?
LOU
Yah. Owner was on the desk then,
said these two guys had company.
MARGE
Oh, yah?
EXT. STRIPPER CLUB
Marge’’s prowler is parked in an otherwise empty lot. Snow
drifts down.
INT. STRIPPER CLUB
Marge sits talking with two young women at one end of an
elevated dance platform. The club, not yet open for
business, is deserted.
MARGE
Where you girls from?
HOOKER ONE
Chaska.
HOOKER TWO
LeSeure. But I went to high school
in White Bear Lake.
MARGE
Okay, I want you to tell me what
these fellas looked like.
HOOKER ONE
Well, the little guy, he was
kinda funny-looking.
MARGE
In what way?
HOOKER ONE
I dunno. Just funny-looking.
MARGE
Can you be any more specific?
HOOKER ONE
I couldn’’t really say. He wasn’’t
circumcised.
MARGE
Was he funny-looking apart from
that?
HOOKER ONE
Yah.
MARGE
So you were having sex with the
little fella, then?
HOOKER ONE
Uh-huh.
MARGE
Is there anything else you can
tell me about him?
HOOKER ONE
No. Like I say, he was funny-looking.
More’’n most people even.
MARGE
And what about the other fella?
HOOKER TWO
He was a little older. Looked like
the Marlboro man.
MARGE
Yah?
HOOKER TWO
Yah. Maybe I’’m sayin’’ that cause
he smoked Marlboros.
MARGE
Uh-huh.
HOOKER TWO
A subconscious-type thing.
MARGE
Yah, that can happen.
HOOKER TWO
Yah.
HOOKER ONE
They said they were goin’’ to the
Twin Cities?
MARGE
Oh, yah?
HOOKER TWO
Yah.
HOOKER ONE
Yah. Is that useful to ya?
MARGE
Oh, you bet, yah.
EXT. LAKESIDE CABIN
It is now dusk. The brown Ciera with dealer plates still
sits in the drive.
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