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.

(Bird squawks.)

(melancholic string music playing)

It's a lot easier.

Yeah. - (man) All right.

Oh!

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

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

(He chuckles.)

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

Oh! - (Both laugh.)

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. - (Both chuckle.)

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!

(Girl screams.)

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

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

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

(man speaking indistinctly in distance)

Oh... (panting)

Come on, come on.

You gotta be kidding me!

Yeah, I know, I know!

Oh...

You hurt?

You alone?

(Girl whimpers.)

Oh! - (Girl whimpers, pants anxiously.)

(indistinct conversation)

She down there?

Yeah.

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 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! - (woman) Enough!

I'm gonna rest while you sober up.

Then we can unpack the truck.

Hon! - (Girl whimpers.)

OK? - (girl panting)

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?