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　　FUCKIN’’ WEEK!
　　
　　A beat. Carl returns Grimsrud’’s stare.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… Are we shquare？
　　
　　Grimsrud says nothing.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… ARE WE SHQUARE？
　　
　　A beat.
　　
　　Disgusted， Carl pockets the gun and heads for the door.
　　
　　CARL
　　…… Fuckin’’ ash-hole. And if
　　you shee your friend Shep Proudpfut，
　　tell him I’’m gonna NAIL hizh
　　fuckin’’ ash.
　　
　　OUTSIDE
　　
　　We are pulling Carl as he walks toward the car. Behind him
　　we see the cabin door opening. Carl turns， reacting to the
　　sound.
　　
　　Grimsrud is bounding out wearing mittens and a red hunter’’s
　　cap， but no overcoat. He is holding an ax.
　　
　　Carl fumbles in his pocket for his gun.
　　
　　Grimsrud swings overhand， burying the ax in Carl’’s neck.
　　
　　MARGE
　　
　　In her cruiser， on her two-way. Through it we hear Lou’’s
　　voice， heavily filtered:
　　
　　VOICE
　　His wife. This guy says she was
　　kidnapped last Wednesday.
　　
　　MARGE
　　The day of our homicides.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Yah.
　　
　　Marge is peering to one side as she drives， looking through
　　the bare trees that border the road on a declivity that runs
　　down to a large frozen lake.
　　
　　MARGE
　　And this guy is……
　　
　　VOICE
　　Lundegaard’’s father-in-law’’s
　　accountant.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Gustafson’’s accountant.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Yah.
　　
　　MARGE
　　But we still haven’’t found Gustafson.
　　
　　VOICE
　　（crackle）
　　- looking.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Sorry - didn’’t copy.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Still missing. We’’re looking.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Copy. And Lundegaard too.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Yah. Where are ya， Margie？
　　
　　We hear， distant but growing louder， harsh engine noise， as
　　of a chainsaw or lawnmower.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Oh， I’’m almost back - I’’m driving
　　around Moose Lake.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Oh. Gary’’s loudmouth.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah， the loudmouth. So the whole
　　state has it， Lundegaard and
　　Gustafson？
　　
　　VOICE
　　Yah， it’’s over the wire， it’’s
　　everywhere， they’’ll find ’’em.
　　
　　MARGE
　　Copy.
　　
　　VOICE
　　We’’ve got a -
　　
　　MARGE
　　There’’s the car! There’’s the car!
　　
　　We are slowing as we approach a short driveway leading down
　　to a cabin. Parked in front is the brown Cutlass Ciera.
　　
　　VOICE
　　Whose car？
　　
　　MARGE
　　My car! My car! Tan Ciera!
　　
　　VOICE
　　Don’’t go in! Wait for back-up!
　　
　　Marge is straining to look. The power-tool noise is louder
　　here but still muffled， its source not yet visible.
　　
　　VOICE
　　…… Chief Gunderson？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Copy. Yah， send me back-up!
　　
　　VOICE
　　Yes， ma’’am. Are we the closest PD？
　　
　　MARGE
　　Yah， Menominie only has Chief Perpich
　　and he takes February off to go to
　　Boundary Waters.
　　
　　ROAD EXTERIOR
　　
　　Marge pulls her prowler over some distance past the cabin.
　　She gets out， zips up her khaki parka and pulls up its fur-
　　lined hood.
　　
　　For a moment， she stands listening to the muffled roar of