(She sniffs, sighs softly.)
(She inhales deeply.)
(engine chugging)
(She sniffs.)
(She sighs softly.)
(She sniffs.)
(She sighs, sniffs.)
(mysterious music playing)
(radio) Conditions are expected
to worsen across
the Twin Cities
as temperatures drop.
Further northwest,
we'll see up to eight inches
with nearly a foot towards
Nemadji.
Whiteout conditions are likely
throughout northern Minnesota
with winds up to 60 mph.
State agencies are encouraging
drivers to stay off the
roads...
(suspenseful music playing)
(Horn blares.)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Engine revs.)
For crying out loud!
(Tires screech.)
(Engine revs.)
(wind whistling)
(Brakes squeak.)
Oh, Lord!
(She sighs.)
(engine chugging softly)
(She chuckles softly.)
You had to pick the middle of
nowhere.
(wind gusting)
(wind howling)
Oh!
Oh! Uff da!
Oh!
(distant bird crying)
(engine still running)
(She sighs.)
(distant chopping)
(suspenseful music playing)
(Chopping continues.)
(wind whistling)
(Chopping gets louder.)
(Engine revs.)
(Engine stops.)
(chopping)
Hello!
Excuse me!
Aah!
- Oh, whoa! Oh!
(chuckles) Hey there.
Oh, my! Sorry about that.
I didn't mean to scare ya.
(breathing heavily)
What are you doing up here?
Fishing.
Just a little fishing.
By yourself?
Yeah.
Used to come up here
with my husband, though.
Long time ago.
You wouldn't happen to know
where a Lake Hilda is, would ya?
Yeah.
Just back over the hill here.
If you're driving,
you gotta go the long way round.
Okey-doke.
Sure appreciate it.
Say...
You doin' OK?
Just thought I...
(panting softly)
Deer.
OK.
Well, stay warm.
(She sniffs.)
(wind whistling)
- (Bird squawks.)
(trees creaking)
(engine rumbling)
(Brakes squeak.)
(Engine stops.)
(melancholic string music
playing)
(distant voices)
(man) It's a lot easier.
(woman) Yeah.
- (man) All right.
(rumbling)
Oh!
(sighs) Are you sure it's safe
out here? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
Got to be seven or eight inches,
easy. Look, look.
(rumbling)
- (He chuckles.)
Ain't helping your case any. -
Oh, we'll be fine. I promise...
Oh!
- (Both laugh.)
(soft music playing)
(She groans, sighs.)
(man) Come on. Do you always
give up that easy, huh?
This thing's a piece of junk.
- No, it ain't.
Here.
Come on.
(She sniffs.)
(She sniffs, sighs.)
(She sniffs, inhales deeply.)
No, other way.
(She groans.)
There you go.
- OK.
Jeez, you can get off me now.
OK.
- (Both chuckle.)
(string music continues)
(melancholic music playing)
Know where Greta Larsen's
boyfriend took her on their
first date?
No.
Where?
Dancin'.
Mm-hm.
- Down at the VFW.
Are you tryin' to say somethin'
here?
Just statin' facts is all.
Oh, yeah? Skol.
Skol, Karl.
(melancholic music playing)
(She sniffs softly.)
Oh...
(distant g*nsh*t)
(Man shouts in distance)
(Man, in the distance) No! Get
back here, you little b*tch!
(g*nsh*t)
(Bird squawks.)
(She groans.)
(Man groans.)
(g*nsh*t)
- (Girl screams.)
(man) Next shot I won't miss.
Stupid little b*tch!
Try that again... and you're
dead.
Do you hear me?
(Girl screams.)
(man) Do you hear me?
(She pants anxiously.)
(man speaking indistinctly in
distance)
Oh... (panting)
(tense music playing)
(Tires screech.)
(Music intensifies.)
Come on, come on.
(engine revving)
You gotta be kidding me!
(She sighs deeply.)
(wind whistling)
(She sniffs, sighs.)
(She groans, pants.)
(She sniffs.)
Yeah, I know, I know!
(distant wind whistling)
(clatter)
(Engine starts.)
(panting)
(She continues panting.)
(She groans, sniffs.)
(panting)
(wind whistling)
(Girl whimpers loudly.)
(She grunts.)
Oh...
You hurt?
You alone?
(cars approaching)
- (Girl whimpers.)
Oh! - (Girl whimpers, pants
anxiously.)
(tense music playing)
(She sighs.)
(Car door closes.)
- (indistinct conversation)
She down there?
Yeah.
(panting)
(girl whimpering)
Any snags?
- (man) Nope.
You sure?
She was where you said she'd be,
coming out of the pharmacy.
Grabbed her in the alley. No one
saw sh*t.
You didn't feed her, did ya?
Course not. Think I'm an idiot?
You're not gonna say thank you?
For what?
- I don't know.
Gettin' the girl?
Breaking into St Luke's and
stealing half their supply
closet?
(She sniffs, sighs.)
(man) Driving out to find your
a*s?
Digging your truck out of the
snow?
You'd still be out there
freezing your t*ts off if I
hadn't gone looking for you.
What the f*ck? I said no booze!
I'm not f*cking around! You can
get as drunk as you want when
we're done.
I'm not drunk!
- (woman) Enough!
I'm gonna rest while you sober
up.
Then we can unpack the truck.
(She groans.)
(whispering) Hon!
- (Girl whimpers.)
(panting)
(window squeaking)
(tense music playing)
(Girl continues panting.)
(Barb panting)
(whispering) OK?
- (girl panting)
(ominous music playing)
(dramatic music playing)
(Door creaks open.)
(Woman groans.)
(distant wind gusting)
(Woman groans, pants.)
(She continues panting.)
(tense music playing)
(girl whimpering)
(tense music intensifies)
f*ck!
What the f*ck is this?
Um, a mitten?
Yeah, I know it's a f*cking
mitten. Where'd it come from?
The mitten store?
- Are you trying to piss me off?
Whose is it?
- I don't know.
A lady stopped by. She maybe
dropped it. - A f*cking lady
stopped by?
Yeah, some dumb old b*tch. - You
didn't think that was pertinent?
It was two seconds. She didn't
see sh*t. - Well, she clearly
f*cking did!
What did she want?
I gave her directions to the
lake.
I don't know how many times I
have to tell you to stop being
so nice to people.
They take advantage.
Well, she was lost.
- Come on!
Well, where are we going?
To tidy up your f*cking mess!
(tense music playing)
(g*n clicks.)
Aagh!
Oh! Oh, sh*t!
- (Woman shouts.)
Come here! Over here.
Get me out!
- Give me your f*cking hand!
Aagh! Holy sh*t!
- I'll help you. Come on!
Oh, sh*t!
- Come on! Come on!
Hello?
(Door closes.)
Holy...
(She grunts, pants.)
(She groans.)
- (Girl whimpers.)
(groaning)
It's OK, hon.
(coughing) It's OK.
(groaning) I'm the...
I'm the lady from the window.
Oh!
Took a tumble there.
(She groans, pants.)
Let's get that off ya.
(Girl whimpers.)
- It's real stuck.
OK, let's just do it fast. OK.
One, two, three.
(Girl groans loudly.) - Sorry.
Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.
Oh, sweetheart, where's the key?
Where's the key, honey?
I don't know.
- Damn!
Sorry. Didn't mean to cuss.
Don't leave. Please don't leave
me!
No, no, no, no.
I'm not leavin' you, sweetie.
I'm not leavin' ya.
A promise is a promise.
I'm just gonna find something to
get you out of those cuffs. Just
hang tight now.
Oh...
Oh!
(haunting, tense music)
(She groans, pants.)
(g*nsh*t)
- Aagh!
(g*nsh*t)
- Oh!
(g*nsh*t)
(panting)
(Woman sighs, pants.)
Oh, agh...
Agh...
(g*nsh*t)
(g*nsh*t)
(g*n clicks.)
Who the f*ck is this cow?
Jesus!
f*ck!
sh*t!
(Woman gasps.)
(Woman pants.)
(Girl pants anxiously.)
It's f*ck' freezin' in here.
Do we have any more matches?
- The cupboard.
I'm checking the f*cking
cupboard!
Oh, g*dd*mn it, where's our
bags? - (Man groans.)
b*tch!
f*ck!
Look for something dry!
There's got to be something.
Maybe I'll just take a hot bath.
- No, you're hypothermic. It'll
k*ll you.
We need to strip you down and
warm you up slowly with a dry
heat.
There's blankets in my truck.
f*cking-A right!
(panting)
(She pants more loudly.)
(She whimpers.)
(panting)
(She whimpers.)
(panting)
Uff da. (sniffs)
(Bird squawks.)
Oh...
(groaning)
Oh!
Eeh! (panting)
(She groans.)
(panting) Oh, oh!
Oh... Oh!
(panting heavily)
(groaning and panting)
Oh, oh...
Oh! Uh, uh...
(breathing heavily)
(wind whistling)
- (She groans.)
(She whimpers.)
(panting)
Oh! (sniffs)
(She sighs.)
(Karl) Hey, do me a favor and
grab me one of those grub-barb
lures.
Should be in the tackle box
in the bottom left.
Why, did your legs stop working?
- Hmm?
(soft music playing)
Will you?
(She chuckles softly.)
(She sniffs, sighs.)
(She groans.)
(wind whistling)
- (She groans.)
(She sighs.)
(She grunts.)
You gotta be kiddin' me.
(sniffs)
(She grunts, sighs.)
(She grunts loudly.)
(wind whistling)
(panting)
(engine rumbling)
(She groans.)
f*ck!
- Oh...
We're running out of time.
I've got pins and needles in my
skin.
You need to get your a*s in gear
and get all the supplies down to
the lake.
Get everything set up.
(Engine stops.)
Right now? I'm... I'm freezing,
though.
We don't have a choice.
Just give me a feckin' minute
here. My clothes ain't even dry.
There ain't f*cking time. We
need to get to Littlefork by
morning!
You know what happens
if we miss this f*cking surgeon.
O-OK.
OK.
OK.
(wind whistling)
(man) Why don't we just do it
here?
The environment needs to be
pristine.
Well, let's just clean it
and get some bleach and sh*t.
Which one of us spent the last
f*cking decade working in an
O.R.?
Yeah...
- I know what I'm doing.
Plus, I can't have her bleeding
all over my grandma's cabin.
We're doing it on the lake for a
reason.
I know, but...
The cops can't investigate a
crime scene that isn't gonna
exist tomorrow.
Yeah?
(man) Mm-hm.
Where's it gonna go?
(groans) Bottom of the lake.
(sighs) Once we... torch and
sink it.
(woman) Exactly.
(Man groans.)
- Hey.
(Man groans.)
I really need you right now.
(She sighs.)
- Where are you goin'?
I'm goin' to get the girl.
She's not safe here any more.
Then I'll find that b*tch and
put a b*llet in her f*cking
head!
(footsteps going downstairs)
(suspenseful music playing)
(groaning)
- (Door creaks.)
(woman) Get in.
(He grunts, sighs.)
(man) Holy sh*t!
Where's my g*n?
You are such a g*dd*mn moron,
it defies believability!
It's not my fault, babe. I
just...
Ow! - Stop feeling sorry for
yourself!
(He groans.)
- Move!
I'll bring her to the lake
when you're set up.
(Door slams.)
- f*ck!
(Engine revs.)
(tense music playing)
(Man groans.)
(clanking)
(Barb) What the heck is he
doin'?
(vehicle approaching)
(engine revving)
(She groans.)
(Door closes.)
(She grunts, pants.)
(panting)
(Door creaks.)
(Door closes.)
Hon? Hon?
(panting)
(She groans.)
Oh, yeah.
(She sighs, groans.)
Oh!
(She sighs.)
Oh!
(She groans softly.)
(She gulps.)
(groaning)
God!
(She takes deep breath.)
Aaargh!
(She groans, whimpers.)
God...
(She sighs deeply.)
(panting softly)
Steady. Come on.
(She groans.)
(She pants, groans.)
(She sniffs, sighs.)
(panting) Jeez...
Just like sewing a quilt.
(groans) A really gross, bloody
quilt.
(She groans, whimpers.)
(She gasps.)
Aagh...
(She sobs, whimpers.)
(She breathes sharply.)
Oh, boy. Come on, come on. Come
on.
(panting)
(She groans sharply.)
(panting)
(She groans loudly.)
(She whimpers.)
(groaning sharply)
(panting)
(Scissors clatter.)
(groaning)
Aagh...
(Glasses clatter.)
(She sighs softly.)
(wind whistling)
(She grunts.)
(sighs) Oh!
Oh, oh.
(She grunts.)
(She sniffs, sighs.)
(She grunts.)
Oh!
(She grunts.)
Of course.
Oh!
(breathes sharply) Oh!
(She grunts loudly.)
Uff da. Oh!
(radio crackling)
(She sniffs, pants.)
God... dang it!
Hello!
Hello?
(crackling)
Anyone out there?
It's an emergency.
Anyone?
Please! Hello!
Hello. Hello...
Frickin'... fiddlesticks! sh*t
buns!
(male voice) Whoa there!
I'm sure it can't be
as bad as all that.
Oh, hello. Can you hear me? -
Loud and clear. What's the
trouble?
Oh! There's been a kidnapping.
These two loonies, they took
this girl.
I... I need help. I'm wounded
and I...
Slow down. Slow down there.
What's your location?
Uh, a cabin near Lake Hilda.
Lake what now?
- Hilda!
It's off of Route 11. It's
just... It's south a few
miles...
Uh, just outside Beltrami
County.
OK, yeah, I... I think we might
not be too far...
OK, can you just get...
(She screams.)
(grunting and groaning)
Oh, f*ck!
Aagh! f*ck!
(She grunts.)
- Oh, f*cking hell!
(groans) Oh, f*ck!
Aagh!
Oh, f*ck. Don't, don't...
Don't k*ll me. Please don't k*ll
me. - Why are you doing this?
It's my... my wife.
She made me do it.
I didn't want any...
She... she's sick.
And th-that girl...
She tried to k*ll herself
more than once.
She don't wanna live.
Maybe... Maybe she don't deserve
to.
Well, that's not really up to
you now, is it?
I ain't a bad... person.
I ain't... Please don't...
All right, all right, cut it
out. - (He whimpers.)
Oh!
- (He groans loudly.)
(He mutters indistinctly.)
Where'd she take the girl?
Out looking for... for you.
(panting)
I was gonna... l-leave
and... go to the hospital.
I'm... I'm hypothermic.
I'm done help... helping her.
I just... I just need
to get to... a doctor.
Stop that. Stop that.
Don't move. Don't move!
(panting rapidly)
Is this...
yours?
Oh! (breathing heavily)
Oh!
- I found it... in the cabin.
(soft music playing)
Oh, oh...
OK... (sniffs)
(panting)
What's the nearest town?
W-Wannaska.
Ab-about two hours.
You say you ain't a bad person?
No.
Then you're gonna prove it to
me.
You're gonna drive like hell
till we hit Wannaska.
And go straight to the police
station.
You tell 'em to send
the whole dang force.
Then, and only then, do you find
your way to the doctor.
You got that?
- I will.
Don't make me regret this.
- I won't.
Yeah, OK.
- I swear.
All right, well, get goin'.
Thank you.
(He groans.)
(Door slams.)
OK...
(She pants.)
- (He groans.)
(He mumbles indistinctly.)
(He mumbles.)
Here.
OK...
Thank you.
(He groans.)
(Door closes.)
- (She sighs.)
(Engine starts.)
(ominous music playing)
(Man groans loudly.)
(grunting)
(wind whistling)
(car rattling)
(He groans loudly.)
(Brakes squeak.)
(He shivers.)
(engines running)
(Engine stops.)
(engine running)
(Handbrake creaks.)
- (Girl whimpers.)
(man groaning softly)
No, no, no, no.
No, no!
- What the f*ck are you doing?
f*ck! - Why aren't you on the
lake setting up?
(man) It's all set up, but...
- (woman) But what?
(man) I... Look at me.
(groaning) I need help.
(woman) Then you come to me.
I'm your wife. You come to me!
Like I went to you. That's what
we do.
You made a f*cking vow
and you're gonna run out on me?
Now when I need you most?
No... - When you know what
happens if this...
You know exactly what happens.
We have to make this work.
(panting softly)
It ain't gonna work.
This whole thing, it's...
f*cking batshit.
What other choice do I have?
I'm not giving up.
Not when there's a chance.
We just need to make it to
Littlefork. - OK.
OK.
- Yeah.
Say we make it...
(He groans softly.)
Are you even sure
you can trust this surgeon?
Are you even sure he's gonna be
there?
Let's just leave this sh*t.
It ain't too late.
We can walk away.
(She pants.)
(She coughs, groans.)
We walk away and then what?
Just wait for me to die
and you're rid of me?
Is that what you want? - No,
it... it ain't like that,
babe...
The f*ck it ain't!
(She sighs softly.)
(She sniffs.)
(She groans softly.)
(groaning)
(She grunts.)
(She groans.)
(soft music playing)
(She grunts.)
(She groans loudly.)
Karl!
(panting)
Karl!
(She groans.)
- Hon? Hon?
We need to go to the hospital.
- Whoa, whoa.
In, in, in.
OK.
(She grunts loudly.)
(ominous music playing)
(Music intensifies.)
(soft music playing)
(Karl) We'll keep trying.
We won't quit.
(ominous music playing)
(She groans, pants.)
(panting)
(She sniffs.)
Come on.
Come on, you stinker!
(panting softly)
Oh, jeez, ya stupid, frickin'...
(She grunts, groans.)
Oh... Oh!
(expl*si*n echoes)
(wind whistling)
(engine rumbling)
Hey!
(panting)
Oh! Hey, hey!
Ah, ah...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey, hey...
(Brakes screech.)
- Oh, oh...
(She pants loudly.)
Hey, I'm the CB lady.
I called you on the CB...
Keep your hands up where we can
see 'em! Both of 'em, up!
Sorry, sorry. It's just it's
kinda... It's kinda difficult.
Stop!
(panting) It's kinda... It's
kinda difficult at the moment.
OK, you can put 'em down.
(She continues panting.)
Oh, am I glad to see you boys! -
What the hell happened over
there?
Had to blow my truck up,
so you could find me. (panting)
It's a damn needle in a haystack
out here.
That was you on the CB?
Yeah, one of them kidnappers
attacked me and busted it up.
Where is this fella now?
I had to let him go 'cause he
got pretty sick after falling in
the lake.
He needed a doctor, but he's not
the... It's his wife we gotta
worry about.
She's got the girl.
And she was in the cellar.
Then she was in the truck and
now...
Now I... I'm not sure where she
is.
We should probably really get
headin' back over to the cabin
right now.
Are you armed?
- Huh?
Are you armed?
Oh, uh, here...
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!
Sorry.
Sorry. It's only got the five
shots, though. She's got a
r*fle.
She don't hesitate to use it
neither. She got me in the arm
here.
(She pants, sniffs.)
- Yeah.
I'm thinking we should probably
hang on to that for you, just to
be safe.
Oh, jeez... I'd really prefer to
keep her on me if you don't
mind.
Listen, lady, we'll take a look
at whatever the trouble is,
but, you know, we don't know you
from Adam, so...
We'll keep her safe and sound
in the glove box.
Don't worry. You... We, uh... We
can handle this for you.
Oh... - It's that or we can
leave you here.
What's it gonna be?
(She sighs.)
Get it.
- OK.
(tense music playing)
(Brakes squeak.)
(engine running)
(man 1) Just the one lady?
(Barb) Yeah,
her husband's long gone by now.
(man 2) What's she doing in
there? - Heck if I know.
Maybe we should just head to
town, get the cops.
No, it'll take hours.
(engine rumbling)
Let's just go talk to her,
figure out what the hell's going
on round here.
I'm not sure that's such a smart
idea. She's dangerous as all
heck. Maybe...
We'll have a friendly little
conversation, see what she has
to say for herself.
(man 2) We got this. - We need
to be careful about this.
Consider all the angles.
You stay here.
(She sighs.)
- (Door closes.)
Oh, wow, heck.
All right.
Oh, boy.
(ominous music playing)
(She grunts.)
(She sighs.)
Howdy there!
(engine running)
We just want to ask you a few
questions.
You all right in there?
(ominous music continues)
What the f*ck?
(g*nsh*t)
Oh!
Oh, please don't...
(Man groans.)
Oh, sh*t! Oh, oh!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Oh, God!
(g*nsh*t)
sh*t!
(g*nsh*t)
Oh!
(g*nsh*t)
Uh, uh...
(She screams, pants.)
(Woman screams.)
- (g*n clicks.)
(Woman screams.)
- (Barb groans.)
(woman groaning in pain)
(Woman screams.)
(woman groaning)
(g*nshots)
(Barb screams, groans.)
(panting)
(Barb groans.)
(g*nsh*t)
(She pants loudly.)
Aagh!
(Barb) You awake in there?
(man) Who's that?
Oh, jeez, Karl, you know who it
is.
It's your wife.
You old coot.
Huh? Let's get you out of there.
Up you get.
There you go. That's it.
OK. Sorry, it's cold.
(Karl groans softly.)
- Uh-huh.
Other foot.
Let's get this water nice and
hot.
(soft music playing)
You want 'em fried or poached?
Fried it is.
You know, I was just thinking
back to that Mille Lacs trip in
'98.
Wish we'd got a picture of that
pike.
What a beaut, huh?
Still...
we'll always know you caught
her.
That's the most important thing.
(oil sizzling)
(She chuckles softly.)
Karl?
(melancholic music playing)
Karl?
(coughs) Oh!
- (girl) Hey, hey!
(groaning)
(girl) Are you OK?
(Barb groans.)
Oh, well...
(panting) ...I'll be darned.
She didn't k*ll me.
Oh!
Is that your blood?
(whimpering) It's his.
Oh... Yeah.
What's gonna happen to us?
I really don't know.
(panting)
Have you ever seen these people
before?
The woman, maybe.
I... I think I saw her at the
hospital back when...
(She sobs.)
(Girl struggles to speak) But I
tried...
Oh, hon. Honey, hon...
- (Girl sobs.)
Honey! Oh...
(Girl continues sobbing.)
I don't wanna die!
That... that's good. That's a
good thing.
(sobbing)
- Hey, what's your name?
Leah.
Leah? Oh, my husband loved that
name.
It was right at the top of our
list. No foolin'.
For a boy, we were thinking
Eric, and for a girl, it was
gonna be Leah.
Between you and me,
I was sorta hopin' for a girl.
What are we gonna do?
(Distant door bangs, creaks.)
I don't know.
(Leah whimpers.)
- Oh, hon.
Say, did you ever hear about the
Great Blizzard of 1888?
Well, it froze half the darn
country.
It was one of the worst
in recorded history
and my great-grandfather Iver,
he found himself stuck smack in
the middle of the thing.
There was nothing but him, his
ox
and a big sack of grain he was
carrying.
Think he was coming back from
the mill or something, out in
Lac qui Parle County.
Montevideo, actually.
Anyway, he's on his way home in
the middle of this huge
snowstorm.
Oh, oh, and by the way, hundreds
of people died in this storm.
OK, this was not just a couple
of dainty snowflakes floating
around,
if that's what you're thinking.
So, the snow keeps falling and
falling.
Iver, he can't see a damn thing.
And he's tired, he's hungry,
but he can't stop, see?
'Cause if he stops moving,
he's gonna freeze to death.
So, what does he do?
He keeps goin'.
Simple as that. He walks.
With that ox and that grain
through the damn blizzard,
mile after mile after mile,
just him and that ox,
puttin' one foot in front of the
other till, before you know it,
the sun is peeking out through
the clouds
and the storm's over.
That's it?
That's it... What, that's...
Think about what Iver did there!
What... If he'd given up, I
wouldn't... I wouldn't be here.
I wouldn't even have been born.
- (Girl sniffs.)
I never would've... I never
would've met my husband Karl.
We never would've had the joy
of...
spending our...
(sobbing) ...lives together.
Heck, all's I'm sayin' is...
(sniffs) ...we don't know what's
comin'.
We never really do, but it don't
matter.
We don't quit.
(Girl sniffs.)
(Door slams upstairs.)
I... I think she left.
OK.
(Barb groans.)
(She sighs.)
Oh, where...
Oh, it's up there.
What?
- It's up there.
I saw her search you.
- Oh, oh.
(panting) OK.
(Barb groans, grunts.)
(tense music playing)
(She grunts.)
(panting)
(She pants heavily.)
Oh! sh*t.
Sorry. Oh, sh**t!
Give me your shoes.
- What?
Come on, quick.
She could be back any second.
What's so important about that
box?
That's it, good. OK.
(panting)
Ah!
Yeah, okey-dokey.
(She yells.)
Oh, oh, ugh!
(panting)
(She grunts.)
(She grunts.)
I think I'm gonna...
Oh, boy.
(She grunts.)
Getting there.
(Metal squeaks.)
(muttering to herself) Come on.
Here. Souvenir.
(Barb groans.)
(She grunts.)
(She yells.)
(She yells.)
(panting)
(dramatic music)
(She groans loudly.)
Agh! Oh!
Jesus!
- Oh...
Oh, OK.
(panting)
There you go.
Get these back on.
(grunting, panting)
(She groans loudly.)
Here you go.
(chuckles) When was the last
time someone helped you on with
your boots?
(She chuckles softly.)
(panting)
Oh...
OK.
(She grunts, pants.)
Oh! Oh, God.
I...
It's no good. Uh...
Storm doors!
- Huh?
Try the storm doors.
- Oh, yeah, good idea.
(loud rattling)
(She sighs.)
They're rusty. I can... I can
jimmy 'em.
Ah!
That's gonna do it.
OK, OK, let's get rid of this.
OK. Right.
(She groans, pants.)
Jesus Christ!
(loud rattling)
That's good.
OK, next one.
(She grunts loudly.)
(rattling)
(rattling)
(She groans.)
You really are one clever b*tch,
ain't ya?
(ominous music playing)
(man) So, Karl had
an unusual request, um...
He wanted his ashes to be, uh,
conveyed
via this particular container,
uh...
up to a particular lake
up north and, uh...
scattered there.
Which lake?
Um...
Lake Hilda.
- Oh.
(She chuckles.) - He's got a map
here for you too.
I guess it's not too easy to
find.
Pretty far out there, huh?
(She chuckles.)
Do you mind if I ask, uh...
What's so special about Lake
Hilda?
(ominous music playing)
(She sighs.)
(breathing heavily)
(woman) Unload it.
(Barb sniffs.)
We need to redress that.
You're losing too much blood.
I don't need your f*cking
advice, lady.
I know what I'm doing.
You'll lose the whole leg
if it gets infected.
The least of my worries.
- Because you're dying.
That's why you take those,
right?
I'm sorry for what you're going
through. Really, I am.
But whatever this is,
it ain't gonna change anything.
You're wrong. I just need to get
to Littlefork.
Open that box and put it over
there.
(tense music playing)
Put her on the table. - Please,
you don't have to do this.
Put her on the table.
- She's just a child.
I'll take her place.
- You're too old.
She's living on borrowed time
anyway. - That doesn't make it
right.
I'll get you help. I'll find
money.
I'll do anything, but don't do
this. She's just a child.
She's got her whole life ahead
of her. - Put her on the f*cking
table!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
On her back.
Tape her shoulders, her hips...
and her shins.
(Leah whimpers.)
(breathing anxiously)
(Fisherwoman groans.)
(Fisherwoman grunts.)
(woman) That's enough.
Back up.
(Leah whimpers.)
(breathing heavily)
(Leah screams.)
(Leah sobs.)
(dramatic music playing)
(Leah screams loudly.)
(Leah screams.)
(screaming and sobbing)
(She groans.)
(Leah screams, sobs.)
(Sobbing continues.)
(panting heavily)
(yelling)
(Woman groans, screams.)
(g*n clicks.)
- (grunting)
(yelling)
(grunting and groaning)
(She groans loudly.)
(yelling and grunting)
(Woman yells.)
(grunting and panting)
(Fisherwoman yells.)
(Leah sobs, groans.)
(Both yell.)
(panting)
(grunting)
(Woman yells.)
(Dramatic music intensifies.)
No!
(g*n clicks.)
- (Fisherwoman yells.)
(Woman yells.)
- (Leah whimpers.)
(Fisherwoman groans.)
(She yells.)
(both panting)
(Woman groans loudly.)
No, no!
(groaning)
(woman) What the f*ck?
Please!
(ominous music playing)
(Fisherwoman groans.)
(Leah gasping loudly)
No! No!
(gasping loudly)
Please!
(yelling)
(Leah panting loudly)
(groaning)
(Leah yells, screams.)
(yelling)
Skol, Karl.
(yelling)
(dramatic music playing)
(screaming)
(Leah panting)
(Leah sobbing)
(soft music playing)
(Leah sobs softly.)
Skol.
Skol, Karl.
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