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　　Yah.
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… Yah， okay， I think I’’ll
　　drive down there， then.
　　
　　GARY
　　Oh， yah？ Twin Cities？
　　
　　Norm， who has been eating steadily throughout， looks over at
　　Marge with mild interest. He stares for a beat as he
　　finishes chewing， and them swallows and says:
　　
　　NORM
　　…… Oh， yah？
　　
　　KITCHEN OF LUNDEGAARD HOUSE
　　
　　Jerry， Wade， and Stan Grossman sit around the kitchen table.
　　It is night. The scene is harshly toplit by a hanging
　　fixture. On the table are the remains of coffee and a
　　cinammon filbert ring.
　　
　　WADE
　　Dammit! I wanna be a part a
　　this thing!
　　
　　JERRY
　　No， Wade! They were real clear!
　　They said they’’d call tomorrow，
　　with instructions， and it’’s gonna
　　be delivered by me alone!
　　
　　WADE
　　It’’s my money， I’’ll deliver it
　　- what do they care？
　　
　　STAN
　　Wade’’s got a point there. I’’ll
　　handle the call if you want， Jerry.
　　
　　JERRY
　　No， no. See - they， no， see， they
　　only deal with me. Ya feel this，
　　this nervousness on the phone there，
　　they’’re very - these guys’’re
　　dangerous -
　　
　　WADE
　　All the more reason! I don’’t want
　　you - with all due respect， Jerry
　　- I don’’t want you mucking this up.
　　
　　JERRY
　　The heck d’’ya mean？
　　
　　WADE
　　They want my money， they can deal
　　with me. Otherwise I’’m goin’’ to
　　a professional.
　　
　　He points at a briefcase.
　　
　　WADE
　　…… There’’s a million dollars
　　here!
　　
　　JERRY
　　No， see -
　　
　　WADE
　　Look， Jerry， you’’re not sellin’’
　　me a damn car. It’’s my show here.
　　That’’s that.
　　
　　STAN
　　It’’s the way we prefer to handle
　　it， Jerry.
　　
　　THE DOWNTOWN RADISSON HOTEL
　　
　　Marge is at the reception desk.
　　
　　MARGE
　　How ya doin’’？
　　
　　CLERK
　　Real good. How’’re you today， ma’’am？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Real good. I’’m Mrs. Gunderson， I
　　have a reservation.
　　
　　The clerk types into a computer console.
　　
　　CLERK
　　You sure do， Mrs. Gunderson.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Is there a phone down here， ya think？
　　
　　LOBBY CORNER
　　
　　Marge is on a public phone.
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… Detective Sibert？ Yah， this
　　is Marge Gunderson from up Brainerd，
　　we spoke - Yah. Well， actually
　　I’’m in town here. I had to do a
　　few things in the Twin Cities， so
　　I thought I’’d check in with ya about
　　that USIF search on Shep Proudfoot……
　　Oh， yah？…… Well， maybe I’’ll go
　　visit with him if I have the…… No，
　　I can find that…… Well， thanks a
　　bunch. Say， d’’ya happen to know a
　　good place for lunch in the downtown
　　area？…… Yah， the Radisson…… Oh，
　　yah？ Is it reasonable？
　　
　　A GREEN FREEWAY SIGN
　　
　　Through a windshield we see a sign for the MINNEAPOLIS
　　INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.
　　
　　ROOFTOP PARKING LOT
　　
　　The brown Ciera enters and drives lazy S-curves around the
　　few snow-covered cars parked on the roof of the lot.
　　
　　It stops by one car and Carl emerges. He quickly scans the
　　lot， then kneels in the snow at the back of the parked car
　　and starts unscrewing its license plate.
　　
　　EXIT BOOTH
　　
　　Carl pulls up and hands the attendant his ticket.
　　
　　CARL
　　Yeah， I decided not to park here.
　　
　　The attendant frowns uncomprehendingly at the ticket.
　　
　　ATTENDANT
　　…… What do you mean， you decided
　　not to park here？
　　
　　CARL
　　Yeah， I just came in. I decided