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　　INT. CABIN
　　
　　We track in on Jean Lundegaard， who sits tied in a chair
　　with the black hood still over her head. As we track in， we
　　hear inarticulate cursing， intermittent banging and loud
　　static.
　　
　　We track in on Gaear Grimsrud， who sits smoking a cigarette
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　　and expressionlessly gazing offscreen.
　　
　　We track in on Carl Showalter， who stands over an old black-
　　and-white television. It plays nothing but snow. Carl is
　　banging on it as he mutters:
　　
　　CARL
　　……days …… be here for days with
　　a - DAMMIT! - a goddamn mute ……
　　nothin’’ to do …… and the fucking -
　　DAMMIT!……
　　
　　Each "dammit" brings a pound of his fist on the TV.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… TV doesn’’t even …… plug me
　　in， man…… Gimmee a - DAMMIT! -
　　signal…… Plug me into the
　　ozone， baby…… Plug me into the
　　ozone - FUCK!……
　　
　　With one last bang we cut:
　　
　　BACK TO THE TELEVISION SET
　　
　　In extreme close-up an insect is lugging a worm.
　　
　　TV VOICE-OVER
　　The bark beetle carries the worm
　　to the nest …… where it will feed
　　its young for up to six weeks……
　　
　　A pull back from the screen reveals that we are in Marge’’s
　　house.
　　
　　Marge and Norm are watching television in bed. From the TV
　　we hear insects chirring.
　　
　　After a long beat， silence except for the TV， Marge murmurs，
　　still looking at the set:
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… Well， I’’m turnin’’ in， Norm.
　　
　　Also looking at the TV:
　　
　　NORM
　　…… Oh， yah？
　　
　　Marge rolls over and Norm continues to watch.
　　
　　We hold.
　　
　　BLACK
　　
　　Hold.
　　
　　A snowflake drops through the black.
　　
　　Another flake.
　　
　　It starts snowing.
　　
　　BRAINERD MAIN STREET
　　
　　The lone traffic light blinks slowly， steadily， red. Snow
　　sifts down. There is no other movement.
　　
　　PAUL BUNYAN
　　
　　We are looking up at the bottom-lit statue. Snow falls.
　　
　　HIGH SHOT OF MARGE’’S HOUSE
　　
　　Snow drops away.
　　
　　HIGH SHOT IN MARGE’’S BEDROOM
　　
　　The bedroom is dark. Norm is snoring.
　　
　　The phone rings.
　　
　　Marge gropes in the dark.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Hello？
　　
　　VOICE
　　Yah， is this Marge？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah？
　　
　　VOICE
　　Margie Olmstead？
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… Well， yah. Who’’s this？
　　
　　VOICE
　　This is Mike Yanagita. Ya know
　　- Mike Yanagita. Remember me？
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… Mike Yanagita!
　　
　　MIKE
　　Yah!
　　
　　Marge props herself up next to the still-sleeping Norm.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah， yah， course I remember.
　　How are ya？ What time is it？
　　
　　MIKE
　　Oh， geez. It’’s quarter to eleven.
　　I hope I dint wake you.
　　
　　MARGE
　　No， that’’s okay.
　　
　　MIKE
　　Yah， I’’m down in the Twin Cities
　　and I was just watching on TV
　　about these shootings up in
　　Brainderd， and I saw you on the
　　news there.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah.