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　　not to park here.
　　
　　The attendant is still puzzled.
　　
　　ATTENDANT
　　You， uh…… I’’m sorry， sir， but -
　　
　　CARL
　　I decided not to - I’’m， uh， not
　　taking the trip as it turns out.
　　
　　ATTENDANT
　　I’’m sorry， sir， we do have to
　　charge you the four dollars.
　　
　　CARL
　　I just pulled in here. I just
　　fucking pulled in here!
　　
　　ATTENDANT
　　Well， see， there’’s a minimum charge
　　of four dollars. Long-term parking
　　charges by the day.
　　
　　A car behind beeps. Carl glances back， starts digging for
　　money.
　　
　　CARL
　　I guess you think， ya know， you’’re
　　an authority figure. With that
　　stupid fucking uniform. Huh， buddy？
　　
　　The attendant doesn’’t say anything.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… King Clip-on Tie here. Big
　　fucking man.
　　
　　He is peeling off one dollar bills.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… You know， these are the limits
　　of your life， man. Ruler of your
　　little fucking gate here. There’’s
　　your four dollars. You pathetic
　　piece of shit.
　　
　　GUSTAFSON OLDS GARAGE
　　
　　Jerry is staring up， mouth agape， at the underside of a car
　　on a hydraulic lift. Bewildered， he looks about， then asks
　　a mechanic passing by， his voice raised over the din of the
　　shop.
　　
　　JERRY
　　Where’’s Shep？
　　
　　The mechanic points.
　　
　　MECHANIC
　　Talkin’’ to a cop.
　　
　　Jerry looks.
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Cop？
　　
　　Marge and Shep face each other at the other end of the floor
　　in a grimy and cluttered glassed-in cubicle.
　　
　　MECHANIC
　　Said she was a policewoman.
　　
　　Marge and Shep silently talk.
　　
　　Jerry stares， swallows.
　　
　　INSIDE THE CUBICLE
　　
　　MARGE
　　- Wednesday night？
　　
　　Shep is shaking his head.
　　
　　SHEP
　　Nope.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Well， you do reside their at
　　1425 Fremont Terrace？
　　
　　SHEP
　　Yep.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Anyone else residing there？
　　
　　SHEP
　　Nope.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Well， Mr. Proudfoot， this call
　　came in past three in the morning.
　　It’’s just hard for me to believe
　　you can’’t remember anyone calling.
　　
　　Shep says nothing.
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… Now， I know you’’ve had some
　　problems， struggling with the
　　narcotics， some other entanglements，
　　currently on parole -
　　
　　SHEP
　　So？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Well， associating with criminals，
　　if you’’re the one they talked to，
　　that right there would be a
　　violation of your parole and would
　　end with you back in Stillwater.
　　
　　SHEP
　　Uh-huh.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Now， I saw some rough stuff on
　　your priors， but nothing in the
　　nature of a homicide……
　　
　　Shep stares at her.
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… I know you don’’t want to be
　　an accessory to something like
　　that.
　　
　　SHEP
　　Nope.
　　
　　MARGE
　　So you think you might remember
　　who those folks were who called
　　ya？
　　
　　JERRY’’S OFFICE
　　
　　Jerry is worriedly pacing behind his desk. At a noise he