(Morning. Downtown Fargo. Cold & crisp.We’re on a street corner outside a blown-up 7-Eleven. Yellow “Police Line – Keep Out” tape. Inside the police tape, LOUISE in grubby clothes and a stocking cap. She’s picking up bits of debris, examining each bit, then depositing it in a garbage bag. A pouch hangs from her belt. She hums. MARTIN enters, stops at the tape, sees her and looks surprised. She senses someone’swatching. She stops, straightens up, turns)
LOUISE: Well well. Marty Dean. MARTIN:Louise, you’re alive! Thank God you’re alive.LOUISE:‘Course I’m alive. Why wouldn’t I be? MARTIN:Terrible thing. Terrible. You should consider yourself very, very lucky.LOUISE:Yup. That’s me. Lucky Louise. Lucky Louise, despite Inever won a MegaBucks jackpot. Never even won a piddlylittle Daily Scratcher. MARTIN:I meant you’re lucky to be.LOUISE:I know what you meant, Marty. MARTIN:Eyewitness News said it was a first. First 7-Elevenexplosion ever in Fargo. First 7-Eleven explosionanywhere in North Dakota for that matter.LOUISE:I’ll give you something else that’s a first. Firsttime for me without a job.