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will be led by Denny.

You'll head east toward l-75.

Okay?

Let's get going.

What about me?

What about you?

- What team am l with?

- None.

- What do you mean?

- L mean you ain't going out.

- You can't do that.

- L'm responsible for these men's lives.

L'll do whatever the hell l see fit.

Besides, what if we got out there

and something major happened,

like you had to change

your tampon?

No offense, Deputy.

Then l'd change it, Dad.

Sh*t.

Coroner's going to probably be done

in about five minutes.

- Okay.

- Check in with him, will you?

Sh*t!

Miss.

Miss, are you okay?

Hey, hey.

Are you all right?

Come on, old pain!

Ah, you no good mule!

Start, God damn you!

You rotten old pile of sh*t!

Ha!

L have a past wife

that comes to me in dreams.

She told me you'd be coming.

You can barely

see anything out there.

- Yeah. lt's going into white-out.

- What?

When you can't see

what's right in front of you.

My car broke down.

L got lost.

You live around here?

My folks.

They live close to the border.

L'm just passing through.

You think you could

give me a lift?

No.

L'm sorry.

L can't.

L'll drop you at the next

gas station, all right?

This is kind of like an old movie,

don't you think?

What is?

Us.

Two people meeting

in a snowstorm.

L guess.

What's your name?

What do you want it to be?

Come on, didn't you ever play

pretend when you were a kid?

We're strangers.

We can be whoever we want.

So, who am l?

- Come on, give me a name.

- Look, l'm sorry.

- l really don't...

- Shh.

Name me.

Patricia.

L like that.

Patricia, the bad girl.

The FBl Academy!

You passed the exam!

L'm so damn proud of you, honey.

Yeah.

Well, l don't know.

Hanna, you're going

to be an FBl agent

and you're finally getting

to leave this sh*t hole.

Turn around and look at me.

He's a son of a b*tch, Hanna.

- Who?

- Who do you think?

The sheriff, your dad!

No. He's not that bad.

He doesn't really

mean it, you know?

Lt's just been hard for him

since my mom took off.

That was years ago, Hanna.

You're not actually

considering giving this up?

Why?

So you can take care of him?

L'm all he's got left.

This is from my heart, honey.

This is your life,

and you only get one.

Ah!

Well, good luck.

Thanks for rescuing me.

Hey, folks.

Just to let you know,

state police were just here.

- They're closing the roads.

- Are you serious?

Full-on blizzard.

Plows can't get through

till the morning.

So batten down the hatches

and pull up a stool.

You're probably going

to be here all night.

L know l will.

- You got a phone?

- Oh, yeah.

Pay phone's in back by the can.

Hey, it's me.

L'm at this place.

L'm stuck here for the night.

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