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　　looks up.
　　
　　Marge has stuck her head in the door.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Mr. Lundegaard？
　　
　　JERRY
　　Huh？ Yah？
　　
　　MARGE
　　I wonder if I could take just a
　　minute of your time here -
　　
　　JERRY
　　What…… What is it all about？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Huh？ Do you mind if I sit down
　　- I’’m carrying quite a load here.
　　
　　Marge plops into the chair opposite him.
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… You’’re the owner here， Mr.
　　Lundegaard？
　　
　　JERRY
　　Naw， I…… Executive Sales Manager.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Well， you can help me. My name’’s
　　Marge Gunderson -
　　
　　JERRY
　　My father-in-law， he’’s the owner.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Uh-huh. Well， I’’m a police officer
　　from up Brainerd investigating some
　　malfeasance and I was just wondering
　　if you’’ve had any new vehicles stolen
　　off the lot in the past couple of
　　weeks - specifically a tan Cutlass
　　Ciera？
　　
　　Jerry stares at her， his mouth open.
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… Mr. Lundegaard？
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Brainerd？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah. Yah. Home a Paul Bunyan and
　　Babe the Blue Ox.
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Babe the Blue Ox？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah， ya know we’’ve got the big
　　statue there. So you haven’’t had
　　any vehicles go missing， then？
　　
　　JERRY
　　No. No， ma’’am.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Okey-dokey， thanks a bunch. I’’ll
　　let you get back to your paperwork，
　　then.
　　
　　As Marge rises， Jerry looks blankly down at the papers on
　　the desk in front of him.
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Yah， okay.
　　
　　He looks up at Marge’’s retreating back. He looks back down
　　at the papers. He looks over at the phone.
　　
　　he picks up the phone and dials four digits.
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Yah， gimmee Shep…… The
　　heck d’’ya mean？…… Well， where’’d
　　he go？ It’’s only…… No， I don’’t
　　need a mechanic - oh， geez - I
　　gotta talk to a friend of his， so，
　　uh …… have him， uh …… oh， geez……
　　
　　HOTEL BAR
　　
　　Marge enters. She looks around the bar， a rather
　　characterless， lowlit meeting place for business people.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Marge？
　　
　　It is a bald， paunching man of about Marge’’s age， rising
　　from a booth halfway back. His features are broad，
　　friendly， Asian-American.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Mike!
　　
　　He approaches somewhat carefully， as if on his second drink.
　　They hug and head back toward the booth.
　　
　　MIKE
　　Geez! You look great!
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah - easy there - you do too!
　　I’’m expecting， ya know.
　　
　　MIKE
　　I see that! That’’s great!
　　
　　A waitress meets them at the table.
　　
　　MIKE
　　…… What can I get ya？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Just a Diet Coke.
　　
　　Again she glances about.
　　
　　MARGE
　　…… This is a nice place.
　　
　　MIKE
　　Yah， ya know it’’s the Radisson，
　　so it’’s pretty good.
　　
　　MARGE
　　You’’re livin’’ in Edina， then？
　　
　　MIKE
　　Oh， yah， couple years now. It’’s
　　actually Eden Prarie - that school
　　district. So Chief Gunderson， then!
　　So ya went and married Norm Son-of-
　　a-Gunderson!
　　
　　MARGE
　　Oh， yah， a long time ago.