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　　SCOTT’’S VOICE
　　Are you calling Stan？
　　
　　JERRY
　　Well…… I’’m goin’’ ta bed now.
　　
　　CARL’’S CAR
　　
　　Carl mumbles as he drives， underlit by the dim dash lights，
　　one hand now holding a piece of rag to his shredded jaw.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… Fnnkn ashlzh…… Fnk……
　　
　　ROAD
　　
　　Carl’’s car roars into frame， violently swirling the snow.
　　Its red tail lights fishtail away.
　　
　　FADE OUT
　　
　　HOLD IN BLACK
　　
　　HARD CUT TO: BRIGHT - LOOKING THROUGH A WINDSHIELD
　　
　　It is a starky sunny day. We are cruising down a street of
　　humble lookalike houses.
　　
　　We pan right as we draw toward one house in particular. In
　　its driveway a man in a hooded parka shovels snow. He
　　notices the approaching car and gives its driver a wave.
　　
　　The driver is Gary， the Brainderd police officer. He gives
　　a finger-to-the-head salute and pulls over.
　　
　　OUTSIDE
　　
　　Gary slams his door shut and the other man plants his shovel
　　in the snow.
　　
　　MAN
　　How ya doin’’？
　　
　　GARY
　　Mr. Mohra？
　　
　　MAN
　　Yah.
　　
　　GARY
　　Officer Olson.
　　
　　MAN
　　Yah， right-o.
　　
　　The two men caucus the driveway without shaking hands and
　　without standing particularly close. They stand stiffly，
　　arms down at their sides and breath streaming out of their
　　parka hoods. Each has an awkward leaning-away posture， head
　　drawn slightly back and chin tucked in， to keep his face
　　from protruding into the cold.
　　
　　MAN
　　…… So， I’’m tendin’’ bar there at
　　Ecklund && Swedlin’’s last Tuesday
　　and this little guy’’s drinkin’’
　　and he says， ’’So where can a guy
　　find some action - I’’m goin’’ crazy
　　down there at the lake.’’ And I
　　says， ’’What kinda action？’’ and he
　　says， ’’Woman action， what do I
　　look like，’’ And I says ’’Well，
　　what do I look like， I don’’t
　　arrange that kinda thing，’’ and he
　　says， ’’I’’m goin’’ crazy out there
　　at the lake’’ and I says， ’’Well，
　　this ain’’t that kinda place.’’
　　
　　GARY
　　Uh-huh.
　　
　　MAN
　　So he says， ’’So I get it， so you
　　think I’’m some kinda jerk for
　　askin’’，’’ only he doesn’’t use the
　　word jerk.
　　
　　GARY
　　I unnerstand.
　　
　　MAN
　　And then he calls me a jerk and
　　says the last guy who thought he
　　was a jerk was dead now. So I
　　don’’t say nothin’’ and he says， ’’What
　　do ya think about that？’’ So I
　　says， ’’Well， that don’’t sound like
　　too good a deal for him then.’’
　　
　　GARY
　　Ya got that right.
　　
　　MAN
　　And he says， ’’Yah， that guy’’s dead
　　and I don’’t mean a old age.’’ And
　　then he says， ’’Geez， I’’m goin’’
　　crazy out there at the lake.’’
　　
　　GARY
　　White Bear Lake？
　　
　　MAN
　　Well， Ecklund && Swedlin’’s， that’’s
　　closer ta Moose Lake， so I made
　　that assumption.
　　
　　GARY
　　Oh sure.
　　
　　MAN
　　So， ya know， he’’s drinkin’’， so I
　　don’’t think a whole great deal of
　　it， but Mrs. Mohra heard about the
　　homicides out here and she thought
　　I should call it in， so I called
　　it in. End a story.
　　
　　GARY
　　What’’d this guy look like anyways？
　　
　　MAN
　　Oh， he was a little guy， kinda
　　funny-lookin’’.
　　
　　GARY
　　Uh-huh - in what way？
　　
　　MAN
　　Just a general way.
　　
　　GARY
　　Okay， well， thanks a bunch， Mr.
　　Mohra. You’’re right， it’’s probably
　　nothin’’， but thanks for callin’’
　　her in.
　　
　　MAN
　　Oh sure. They say she’’s gonna
　　turn cold tomorrow.