Fargo Page #6

VERN:

Blood here. Hair too.

MOLLY:

Saw that. I was thinkin’ maybe a

deer, but couldn’t find the

evidence.

Vern walks out into the road, looking for something. Fresh

snow covers everything. Vern does some mental calculations,

picks a spot and kicks the snow away.

VERN:

Here it is.

Molly looks down, sees the underlayer of snow is pink with

blood.

MOLLY:

Son of a gun.

Vern walks back to the car. The driver’s door is open.

VERN:

(leans in)

Windshield’s cracked. Blood there

too. Driver musta hit his head

MOLLY:

Or her head.

Vern hears something, straightens. It comes again louder.

THUMPING. From the trunk.

VERN:

You check the trunk?

MOLLY:

No, sir.

The thumping continues. Vern and Molly approach the trunk.

ANGLE ON THE TRUNK

Something is inside, banging.

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VERN:

Thinks about opening it, the pros and cons.

MOLLY (CONT’D)

Should I unholster my sidearm?

VERN:

Not unless you think there’s a

ninja inside.

He reaches down and pops the trunk. It swings open,

revealing:

THE DEER:

Still alive, flailing weakly.

VERN AND MOLLY:

Look at the deer.

MOLLY:

Huh.

Vern takes out his gun, puts the deer out of its misery. They

stand for a moment in silence, breath misty.

MOLLY (CONT’D)

(beat)

So -- wanna take a look at those

footprints then?

VERN:

Sounds good.

CUT TO:

EXT. WOODS. SAINT CLOUD, MINNESOTA - DUSK

Vern and Molly, flashlights on, trudge through the deep snow.

MOLLY:

(beat, walking)

How’s Ida?

VERN:

Any day now.

MOLLY:

You got a name picked out?

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VERN:

I can’t even get that woman to

decide what color to paint the

nursery.

MOLLY:

(beat, walking)

Can’t believe I missed that deer in

the trunk.

VERN:

Don’t be. I been doin this a long

time. Never checked for a deer in

the trunk. (Beat) Or any wildlife.

Molly sees something.

MOLLY:

Chief.

He looks where her flashlight is pointed. There, sitting in

the snow, is A MAN IN HIS UNDERWEAR, frozen to death.

VERN:

(beat)

Okay.

CUT TO:

INT. THURMAN HOUSE. SAINT CLOUD, MINNESOTA - NIGHT

Vern comes home. He hangs his heavy coat on the wall.

VERN:

Hiya, hon.

IDA (O.S.)

In the kitchen.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN. THURMAN HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Vern enters, kisses his wife. IDA (30s) is eight months

pregnant.

VERN:

Something smells good.

IDA:

(touches her belly)

Your boy wanted a hamburger.

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