Come on. I'm hearing bells.
Come on, huh?
All right. Where were ya?
Shep, what the hell you doin'?
I'm bangin' that girl. Ow!
Fucking asshole! Get the fuck outta here!
Put me back in Stillwater, you little
fucking shithead. Get the fuck outta here!
Yo! Cut that shit out, man. I'm trying
to get some goddamn sleep here.
- Come on, brother.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
- Animals!
- Animals! Animals!
- Stay away from me, man.
Hey, smoke a fucking peace pipe!
Wait! Don't you dare fucking hit me!
- Fucking little weasel. Fuck you, man.
- Stop it!
You fucking, motheftucking,
son-of-a-bitching, fucking cock!
Jesus Christ!
You fucking shitbag motheftucker!
- Yah?
- Jerry, I'm through fucking around.
- You got the fucking money?
- Yah, I got the money, but...
Don't you fucking "but" me! Meet me
at the Radisson parking ramp, 30 minutes,
- and we wrap this thing up.
- OK, but...
You're there in 30 minutes or I shoot you,
your fucking wife and all your children.
And I shoot 'em in the back of their heads.
- OK, you stay away from Scotty now.
- Got it?
OK. Real good, then.
Dad?
- Its OK, Scotty.
- Where you goin'?
I'll be back in a minute.
If Stan calls, you just tell him
I went to Embers.
OK. Here's your damn money.
Now where's my daughter?
You...
You goddamn punk!
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
I've got your damn money.
Where's my daughter?
I am through fucking around.
Drop that fucking briefcase!
- Where's my daughter?
- Fuck you, man! Where's Jerry?
I gave simple fucking instructions!
Where's my damn daughter?
No Jean, no money.
- Drop that fucking money!
- No Jean, no money!
Is this a fucking joke here?
Jeez.
You happy now, asshole?
Whats with you people?
You fucking imbeciles.
You fucking shot me!
May I have your ticket, please?
Open the fucking gate!
Oh, jeez.
- Dad?
- Yah?
Stan Grossman called.
- Yeah, OK.
- Twice.
Is everything OK?
Yah.
Are you callin' Stan?
Well, I'm...
I'm going to bed now.
- How ya doin'?
- Mr Mohra?
- Yah.
- Officer Olson.
Yah. Righto.
Well, so I'm tendin' bar down there
at Ecklund and Swedlin's last Tuesday.
This little guy's drinkin' and he says
"Where can a guy find some action?"
"I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake."
I says "What kind of action?" He says
"Woman action. What do I look like?"
And I says "What do I look like?
I don't arrange that kind of thing."
He says "I'm goin' crazy at the lake." And
I says "But this ain't that kind of place."
He says "Oh, I get it.
So you think I'm a jerk for askin'?"
Only he don't use the word "jerk".
Then he calls me a jerk.
Says the last guy who thought he was
a jerk is dead now, so I don't say nothin'.
He says "What d'you think of that?" I says
"Don't sound like a good deal for him."
- You got that right!
- Says "Guy's dead, and not of old age."
Then he says "Jeez,
I'm goin' crazy out there at the lake."
White Bear Lake?
Ecklund and Swedlin's closer to
Moose Lake, so I made that assumption.
Anyway, he's drinkin' at the bar,
so I don't think a great deal of it.
But Mrs Mohra heard about the homicides
down here and thought I should call it in,
so I called it in.
End of story.
- What did this guy look like, anyways?
- Oh, he's a little guy, kinda funny-Iookin'.
- In what way?
- Oh, just in a general kind of way.
OK, thanks. You're right, its probably
nothin', but thanks for callin' her in.
Sure.
- Looks like she'll turn cold tomorrow.
- Oh, yah. Got a front comin' in.
Yah, you got that right.
Jesus Christ.
I'm leavin' this morning, back to Brainerd.
- Well, I'm sorry I won't see ya.
- But you think he's all right?
- I saw him last night and...
- What did he say?
Its nothing specific. It just seemed like
it all hit him really hard, his wife dyin'...
- His wife?
- Linda.
- Who?
- Linda Cooksey.
No. No, no, they weren't...
He was bothering Linda for a year, really
pestering her. Wouldn't leave her alone.
So...
He didn't...