Dead of Winter

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...

For crying out loud!

Oh, Lord!

You had to pick the middle of nowhere.

Oh!

Oh! Uff da!

Oh!

Hello!

Excuse me!

Aah! - Oh, whoa! Oh!

Hey there.

Oh, my! Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare ya.

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...

Deer.

OK.

Well, stay warm.

It's a lot easier.

Yeah. - All right.

Oh!

Are you sure it's safe out here? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Got to be seven or eight inches, easy. Look, look.

Ain't helping your case any. - Oh, we'll be fine. I promise...

Oh!

Come on. Do you always give up that easy, huh?

This thing's a piece of junk. - No, it ain't.

Here.

Come on.

No, other way.

There you go. - OK.

Jeez, you can get off me now.

OK.

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.

Oh...

No! Get back here, you little bitch!

Next shot I won't miss. Stupid little bitch!

Try that again... and you're dead.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Oh...

Come on, come on.

You gotta be kidding me!

Yeah, I know, I know!

Oh...

You hurt?

You alone?

Oh! -

She down there?

Yeah.

Any snags? - Nope.

You sure?

She was where you said she'd be, coming out of the pharmacy.

Grabbed her in the alley. No one saw shit.

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?

Driving out to find your ass?

Digging your truck out of the snow?

You'd still be out there freezing your tits off if I hadn't gone looking for you.

What the fuck? I said no booze!

I'm not fucking around! You can get as drunk as you want when we're done.

I'm not drunk! - Enough!

I'm gonna rest while you sober up.

Then we can unpack the truck.

Hon!

OK?

Fuck!

What the fuck is this?

Um, a mitten?

Yeah, I know it's a fucking 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 fucking lady stopped by?

Yeah, some dumb old bitch. - You didn't think that was pertinent?

It was two seconds. She didn't see shit. - Well, she clearly fucking 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 fucking mess!

Aagh!

Oh! Oh, shit!

Come here! Over here.

Get me out! - Give me your fucking hand!

Aagh! Holy shit! - I'll help you. Come on!

Oh, shit! - Come on! Come on!

Hello?

Holy...

It's OK, hon.

It's OK.

I'm the...

I'm the lady from the window.

Oh!

Took a tumble there.

Let's get that off ya.

It's real stuck.

OK, let's just do it fast. OK.

One, two, three.

- 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!

Aagh!

Oh!

Oh, agh...

Agh...

Who the fuck is this cow?

Jesus!

Fuck!

Shit!

It's fuckin' freezin' in here.

Do we have any more matches? - The cupboard.

I'm checking the fucking cupboard!

Oh, goddamn it, where's our bags? -

Bitch!

Fuck!

Look for something dry!

There's got to be something.

Maybe I'll just take a hot bath. - No, you're hypothermic. It'll kill you.

We need to strip you down and warm you up slowly with a dry heat.

There's blankets in my truck. Fucking-A right!

Uff da.

Oh...

Oh!

Eeh!

Oh, oh!

Oh... Oh!

Oh, oh...

Oh! Uh, uh...

Oh!

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?

Will you?

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Fuck! - Oh...

We're running out of time.

I've got pins and needles in my skin.

You need to get your ass in gear and get all the supplies down to the lake.

Get everything set up.

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 fucking time. We need to get to Littlefork by morning!

You know what happens if we miss this fucking surgeon.

O-OK.

OK.

OK.

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 shit.

Which one of us spent the last fucking 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?

Mm-hm.