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　　and I shoot all your little fucking
　　children， and I shoot ’’em all in the
　　back of their little fucking heads.
　　Got it？
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Yah， well， you stay away from
　　Scotty now -
　　
　　CARL
　　GOT IT？
　　
　　JERRY
　　Okay， real good， then.
　　
　　The line goes dead.
　　
　　A door slams offscreen.
　　
　　EXT. HOUSE
　　
　　Wade， briefcase in hand， gets into his Cadillac， slams the
　　door and peels out.
　　
　　INT. CAR
　　
　　Wade’’s jaw works as he glares out at traffic. He mumbles to
　　himself as he drives.
　　
　　WADE
　　Okay …… here’’s your damn money，
　　now where’’s my daughter？……
　　Goddamn punk …… where’’s my damn
　　daughter……
　　
　　He pulls out a gun， cracks the barrel， peers in.
　　
　　WADE
　　…… You little punk.
　　
　　JERRY’’S HOUSE
　　
　　Jerry sits in the foyer， trying to pull on pair of galoshes.
　　Scotty’’s voice comes from upstairs:
　　
　　VOICE
　　…… Dad？
　　
　　JERRY
　　It’’s okay， Scotty.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Where’’re you going？
　　
　　JERRY
　　Be back in a minute. If Stan
　　calls you， just tell him I went
　　to Embers. Oh， geez -
　　
　　Thunk! - his first boot goes on.
　　
　　RADISSON
　　
　　Marge sits on the bed in her hotel room， shoes off，
　　massaging her feet. The phone is pressed to her ear， and
　　through it， we hear ringing.
　　
　　VOICE
　　…… Hello？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Norm？
　　
　　MILLE LACS LAKE
　　
　　It is late evening， blowing storm. A leisurely pan across
　　the bleak gray expanse finds a little hut in the middle of
　　the frozen lake with a pickup truck parked next to it.
　　
　　MARGE’’S VOICE
　　They bitin’’？
　　
　　INT. HUT
　　
　　Norm has a cellular phone to his ear. His feet are
　　stretched out to an electric heater. The interior is bathed
　　in soft orange light.
　　
　　NORM
　　Yah， okay. How’’s the hotel？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Oh， pretty good. They bitin’’？
　　
　　NORM
　　Yeah， couple a muskies. No pike
　　yet. How d’’you feel？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Oh， fine.
　　
　　NORM
　　Not on your feet too much？
　　
　　MARGE
　　No， no.
　　
　　NORM
　　You shouldn’’t be on your feet too
　　much， you got weight you’’re not
　　used too. How’’s the food down
　　there？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Had dinner at a place called the
　　King’’s Table. Buffet style. It
　　was pretty darn good.
　　
　　NORM
　　Was it reasonable？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah， not too bad. So it’’s nice
　　up there？
　　
　　NORM
　　Yah， it’’s good. No pike yet， but
　　it’’s good.
　　
　　DAYTON-RADISSON RAMP
　　
　　The top， open， level. Snow blows. A car sits idling.
　　
　　Another car pulls onto the roof. It creeps over to the
　　parked car and stops. It continues to idle as its door
　　opens and Wade steps out， carrying the briefcase.
　　
　　The door of the other car bangs open and Carl bounces out.
　　
　　CARL
　　Who the fuck are you？ Who the
　　fuck are you？
　　
　　WADE
　　I got your goddamn money， you
　　little punk. Now where’’s my
　　daughter？
　　
　　CARL
　　I am through fucking around! Drop