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[soft music]

[soft music continues]

[soft mysterious music]

[horns honking]

[crashing]

[soft tense music]

[coughing]

[coughing]

[gasping]

[hacking]

[horn blaring]

[shouting]

[metal squealing]

[shouting]

[engine rumbling]

[man shouting]

[light rock music]

[phone beeps]

- Lee? It's Lester.

We're still getting complaints about you

being late with orders.

We got a rep to maintain. Pick up the pace.

Also, the app is working fine.

Don't know what you're talking about.

[phone beeps]

- Mr. Shaw. This is Jerry Olson

from the Northern Lights Casino.

I'm calling because you walked on quite a hefty tab

from the Dancing Fire restaurant last night.

Um, if you are free in the next few hours,

we would like you to come and take care of this.

Have a nice day. [phone beeps]

- Hello, Mr. Leland Shaw. This is Carl Erickson.

I'm calling to say if you do not settle

your late payments to us in the next few hours...

- Final notice? That's the final--

- ...cut off your heat, power, and water.

Hope this is crystal clear. [phone beeps]

- The final notice? Oh, lo and behold.

Okay, they're never gonna get me.

They're never gonna get me.

[phone beeps] - Hello, Leland. It's Gus.

I know you're busy, but I need an answer from you.

I can't afford to wait anymore. [knocking at door]

I have another buyer who's going to come back in a couple days.

You want that food truck? Then meet his price. Soon.

[phone beeps]

[sighing]

[muttering]

[sighs]

[banging at door]

What's the matter? You forgot one?

Ah!

[giggling]

[soft tense music]

[grunting]

[Lee groaning]

- Maid's day off, huh?

- Uh... Hey, Rebecca...

- We've known each other a long time, haven't we, Lee?

- Uh, yep.

- Been there to get you out of every jam, right?

Paid for cooking school.

And that culinary arts course at college.

All the good that did you.

I can't remember. Was it a year you

were there for? - It was two.

- Two years. That's right. That's right.

You know, Lee, I like to help people out.

And when I do, I always expect something in return.

And frankly, I'm getting tired

of you continually dicking me around

and not paying me back my money.

It's enough to make one mad.

I also heard that you were at the Northern Lights last night.

That really, really makes me mad.

Are you trying to strike rich whilst gambling with my money?

[stammering] - I didn't lose all your money.

No, I... No, I got some. Not all of it.

But I can get the rest.

It's. Oh, no, no, uh... Uh, wait.

- Shh, shh, shh! - Uh, I...

Uh...

- Oh my.

You're missing about half. Too bad.

[ominous music]

Hm.

- Wait, stop! Hey, hey, don't hurt him!

- You owe me 7,500 dollars, Lee. And this ain't it!

- Ah, fuck! Okay, I can... - You've been wasting

your time and mine.

- I'm gonna get you the money,

but just please, put the fish down.

- Oh please, my ass.

Unless you're delivering a mountain of food

to Jeff Bezos himself on a regular basis,

you ain't ever gonna make your debt.

You got nothing to bargain with.

- Look, I'm gonna get you the 7,500.

But just please don't hurt Reggie!

[glass shattering] - Ugh!

That... would've been you.

I'm giving you until tomorrow morning

to get the forty-five hundred that's missing.

You get that money from your grandmother's purse,

or you start an OnlyFans account, I don't give a fuck

where it comes from.

No one leaves me with a debt unpaid.

Mess up again,

and the both of you

are going to end up being sushi.

And tie your damn shoelaces. You look like an idiot.

- Hey, hey! - Save it! Come on.

[sighs]

[door closes]

- Hey. [breathing heavily]

Oh, Reggie. Shit...

Oh, man...

Where am I gonna put you, man?

You know that I'm good for the money.

I can make it all back.

Fast, in a few hours, plus interest. Hm?

It's like a quick loan,

and you will see it all back again.

[crow cawing]

Yeah, well just think about it. Huh?

Okay. Okay, bye.

[exhales slowly]

[grunts]

It's like I'm... [engine starts]

...driving you to school, buddy. [engine squealing]

You behave, now.

[radio host]: Good morning, Nisswa!

Hope y'all are good out there.

Seems the heavens have opened up for us.

You asked for snow? Well, you got it.

We got snow, people.

Hope y'all remember to get your winter tires.

I mean, talk about that weather, huh?

It's pretty darn freezing out there, am I right?

It's for sure gonna be another short and cold day today,

with temperatures dropping to minus ten.

Nisswa Police Department has issued a warning

for all citizens to be careful when out driving

in this weather. Don't be stupid, people.

You do not want to be joy riding today.

Trust me. Be safe out there.

But best to wrap up warm, stoke up them fires,

and stay inside.

We also got another statement

from the Nisswa Police Department:

two more hikers up on Greenwood Mountain

have vanished. They're not sure if it's wolves

or bears or even aliens from outer space.

But our good Chief Robert Hamilton,

the rest of Nisswa Police Department,

and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service is on the case.

Just stay away from Greenwood Mountain is what I'm saying--

[rock music playing]

- You real, motherfucker? Fuck!

You think it's that bad, Reggie?

[engine revving]

[bell on door jingling]

[door closes]

Okay...

[Lee sighs] Yeah...

That's, uh... [chuckles]

- You missing something?

I have no need for trophies.

Why anyone would want to buy

a trophy someone else earned, beyond me.

- We-- Uh...

- This blender's missing... half a blender.

- Shit.

- And I ain't running a pet store.

- Oh, he's... He's not for sale.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Is... Is there anything here that you really want?

- Hm...

Take the coffee grinder for 20 dollars. Steak knife, 50.

- Twenty dollars? - Take it or leave it.

[phone chimes]

- Okay... Thanks.

- Pleasure doing business with you.

- Yeah. Thank you, sir.

[light folk music]

- Well, well, well. Look who's here.

- Save it, Tom. You got my order?

- Here you go. Coffee and donuts.

One classic American breakfast ready to go.

And, hey, don't dilly-dally.

By the way, I, uh,

heard you got in pretty deep into Rebecca's pocket.

[scoffs]

[folk music continues]

[music fades]

[wind howling]

[wind howling]

[ominous music]

[sighs]

- Come on, man.

[engine rumbling]

[ominous music continues]

Big fella. Ain't he, Reggie?

Sure is getting his money's worth today with all this snow.

[low horn blaring]

Oh, oh!

Road hog!

Yeah, go s... Go, uh...

...plow somewhere else.

Fat-ass.

[upbeat music]

[engine revving]

[wind howling]

[upbeat music continues]

There you go.

Hey! What the f...?

We got a long day ahead of us.

Come on!

Come on, fuck!

Ah, fuck...

I don't care what the tech guys say, Lester,

there's something wrong with the app.

- Have you checked the Wi-Fi?

- Wi-Fi? What Wi-Fi?

I've been driving around outside all day.

Look at our life, Reggie.

Reginald? Are you listening to me? Hey!

I need some good and high-paying orders, Lester.

I've had, like, three today. I should've had hundreds by now.

- We're a big company, Lee. We got a lot of drivers.

- Why not send some of that stuff my way?

Goddammit. Goddammit...

- Lee, if you're not happy at RabbitEats,

there's nothing wrong with throwing in the towel

and trying something else.

- I can't afford to do something else right now.

I need the money.

Oh. Thanks, Joe. Yeah, just, uh, put it in the bag.

[phone ringing]

Oh...

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

Hey! Hey, Gus!

- Lee, did you get my message this morning?

- Yeah. Yeah. I'm just, uh, I'm just working right now, Gus.

Listen, can-can I call you back? Uh, maybe, uh, between orders?

- I need an answer, Lee. You can't keep me waiting.

Do you have the money for food truck or no?

- Yeah, I, I just need a little more time--

- You said that last week.

If you want it, you've got to pick up the pace.

[suspenseful music]

The other buyer, he's really interested. I told you.

- Come on! - What did you say?

- I-I'm gonna call you back.

[suspenseful music continues]

Is a goddamn six-year-old driving this thing?

What the hell is going on?

[horn honking]

Oh! [honking]

Damn you, Mr. Plow.

What is this yo-yo on?

[engine revving]

[horn honking]

[exhaling] Christ!

Oh! Oh...

[Lee breathing heavily]

[phone chimes]

[exhales deeply]

[engine squealing]

[engine stops]

[country music playing over speakers]

Hey, Howard. You got my order? - Oh, look who it is!

We're a little bit backed up here today, Lee.

Go grab a soda. We'll get to you.

[country music continues]

Is it "Bring Your Pet to Work" day?

- Nope, Reggie's my co-pilot today.

[soft tense music]

[warbled whistling]

"We come from outer space!"

What do you think, Reggie?

Where is this place?

Is this still Nisswa?

What? Goddamn psycho.

What's this now?

[horn honking]

[honking]

[scoffs]

What is wrong with people today, Reggie?

[engine revving loudly]

Come on.

[sirens blipping]

There we go.

[engine revving]

- Hey, Leland! Whatcha doing?

You do realize you're blocking the path?

People like me got places to be.

- Yeah, didn't you see the truck that was in my way?

- Oh, yah! Sure did. Looks like he was lost, huh?

Poor guy. Must've taken a wrong turn.

Happens to all of us. Ha!

[laughing]

Anyway, I'll be seeing you. - Wait, Nathan.

- I've got things to do. - Nathan.

- I've got places to be. - Oh? S-See ya.

[engine revving]

[siren honking]

See ya...

[sighs]

Give me something.

[light jazzy music]

[announcer]: Sixty-five. That's sixty-five.

- Yes. - After that, we have sixty-one.

- No. - Sixty-one.

- Shit! - Good luck to all

the winners out there.

- Reggie, I gotta stay awake, man.

Come on, don't give me that.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Oh, shit! Come on... No?

[sighs]

I know that I'm giving up.

[light upbeat music]

You're a wise guy, Reggie. You're a wise guy.

A man of few words, if you will.

You don't say much, but uh, when you do,

it's some philosophical shit.

[upbeat music continues]

[sighs]

Oh, fuck!

[car door alarm dinging]

[tense music]

[low horn blaring]

[scoffs]

What?

[engine revving loudly]

What, has he got, like, a plane engine hooked up to that thing?

[engine revving loudly]

[wind howling]

[suspenseful music]

[low horn blaring]

[low horn blaring]

Back off, dude!

[laughing]

Shit.

[sinister music]

[metal squealing]

Fuck!

[sinister music continues]

Where... Where the fuck did he go?

[breathing heavily]

Where the fuck did he go? Fuck!

What? [breathing heavily]

What? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

[light music playing]

[billiard balls clacking]

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, hiya, Lee.

Looks like you're not the only one on your lunch break.

What's with the fish?

- Uh, he's just tagging along today.

Good, uh... Good seeing you again, Nathan.

- Hey! Come on.

It's Deputy Cummings. Can't you see the badge? Jeez.

- Oh, yeah. Deputy.

Say, you sped off earlier before I could--

- Yeah, well, uh, I was in a rush. You know?

And I'm mad and cold as hell. - Huh.

- I've had to deal with a bunch of idiots

who don't listen to the local morning radio.

Dead Man's Curve is closed until further notice.

Or for good so the dumb-dumbs don't kill themselves.

- Huh. Have you, uh, got anything else to report?

- God, I am not some Chatty Cathy

like everyone else down at HQ. You know that.

But...

between you and me,

we've got ourselves a wild animal situation.

You heard about those missing hikers?

- Yeah. I listen to the morning radio.

- We haven't found any sign of them yet.

They just vanished.

Like Alferd Packer's party.

[laughing]

Dumb big city slickers.

You know, they should've just watched Deliverance

and stayed home.

[Nathan laughing]

Bunch of dumb-dumbs.

Huh? Bunch of dumb-dumbs lost in the snow.

[chuckling]

- Thought you said that you had a wild animal situation.

- Oh...

No, no, no, no, no...

That's just a theory, down at HQ.

Anyway. I'm on my break, so I'll be seeing you, now.

- Hey, Deputy. - Mm-hmm?

- Um... I wanna report an attempted murder.

- A what?

An attempted murder? Ooh! Okay.

- So...

some truck driver... - Yeah?

- ...with a snowplow...

tried to run me off the road today several times.

And we nearly got hurt, me and Reggie.

It was the same truck from earlier.

- Okay. Yeah? - Yeah.

- Which one was it?

[tense music]

[ominous music]

- Well, um... I-I didn't see this one's license plate.

[sighs]

What? [sighs deeply]

- Oh, Leland.

We don't exactly have a lot to go on now, do we?

You know, maybe it was someone you pissed off.

You do have that tendency to vex people, you know?

I guess that's why Rebecca's gunning for you.

- Yeah, I am getting my shit together,

but you guys should still do something about her.

Regardless of what you say,

she ain't done nothing

to get herself arrested for any kind of crime.

Hey, look. Look.

In regards to your, uh... truck driver.

If you see it again, you know the number.

It's...

911.

See you soon.

[light music continues over speakers]

[sighs]

[tense music]

[phone chimes]

- Thank God.

Ah, it's...

[indistinct muttering]

[gentle harp music]

- I'll be right with you. - Okay.

[enchanting instrumental music]

[tense music building]

[low horn blaring]

Oh.

Uh... [sniffs]

Hey, wa... wait a minute. Um...

It's up on the mountain?

"Greenwood Mountain."

Looks like we're doing it, Reggie.

[tense music]

[wind howling]

- Going up the mountain, are we, eh?

- Yep. Appears so.

- Ever heard of the Dyatlov Pass incident?

Nine Soviets went out hiking in the Ural Mountains.

All of them died under mysterious circumstances.

No one's ever been able to figure out why.

[wildlife calling]

Greenwood Mountain is just as dangerous.

[tense music]

[engine squealing]

[brakes squealing]

- Right.

[wildlife calling]

[muttering indistinctly]

[wildlife calling]

[sniffs]

[blowing through lips]

[sighs] Okay...

Not even a thank you or good evening. Hm.

People these days...

[sighs]

Oh.

Ask and you shall receive. [chuckles]

Alright.

There we go.

Ah...

Oh-ho!

That's how you do it.

Right.

Okay.

Hey, Reggie.

[ominous music]

[sinister music]

[breathing deeply]

Must plow a lot of snow, this asshole.

Wait... 14 doll...?

Fucking kidding me?

You kidding me? Huh? Asshole driver.

Asshole! Gonna tip?

[knocking softly]

Jeez. Argh...

Screw this. [knocking loudly]

[sinister music swells]

Whoa. Um...

S... Sorry! Um...

Hello?

[scoffs]

[distant piano music]

Um...

Hello? Is-Is anybody home?

[distant piano music continues]

Oh, Mr. Plow, you, uh... you're missing a tip!

And you owe me some money for the damages you did to my car.

Okay, so, so... so pay up or, uh, lawyer up.

Yeah.

[scoffs]

Righteous...

[piano music continues]

[muttering softly]

[piano music stops]

[tense music]

[sighs] What's this?

Oh.

Handsome devil. Prick.

Okay. That should be enough for Deputy Cummings.

[eerie music]

[distant thud]

Hello?

Mark? Fuck...

[ominous music]

[distant muffled cry]

[muffled mumbling]

[muffled groaning]

[muffled screaming]

[Lee stammering]

[muffled screaming]

Why-- I don't know what to, uh... Where is...?

[muffled screaming]

Where's the...?

[muffled grunting]

Okay...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell are you doing? I--

- Shh, shh.

- I turned the music off.

Oh! Hey, hey, hey, hey...

[growling]

[ominous music]

[breathing heavily]

Oh, jeez... I'm not staying here.

What are you doing? Hey!

Hey, look, I think we just get the fuck out of here, okay?

Oh, fuck...

Look. Listen to me, okay? Just, just...

What are you doing?

[breathing heavily]

No, no, no, no! Go!

[panting]

What?

What are you... What are you doing?

What the hell is she doing?

[grunts]

Fuck...

Fuck... [breathing heavily]

Fuck!

[sinister music]

[breathing heavily]

Fuck.

We're getting the hell out of here, Reggie!

[grunts]

[whirring]

[tires screeching]

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck was that?

Not righteous. Not righteous.

[car dings]

No, no, don't! No, come on! Come on, no!

Fuck! Fuck!

[whimpering] Please...

[tense music]

[engine revving]

[siren wailing]

[thudding]

[siren blipping]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[tense music]

[engine sputtering]

Oh, Nathan... I am so glad to see you. Jesus Christ.

- Jesus Christ indeed.

What kind of driving was that? Forget it's winter?!

- Nathan, what...

Listen to me. Okay? Listen, you gotta--

- I'm up here looking for the missing hikers, okay?

I find some wrecked car in the trees in there.

It's so weird. And now this. Are you drunk?

'Cause that was some reckless driving.

And stop calling me Nathan!

It's Deputy Cummings!

You better give me the answers, buddy.

And Leland... This goddamn fish.

- Nathan, you need to get on the walkie-talkie, okay?

Right now. There is someone after me.

Mr. Plow! Okay? The snowplow truck guy

that-that was from before.

He's got... He's got some murder lodge

up in the mountains, okay? A woman is dead!

- Mr. Plow? - Yeah,

you need to call in the cavalry! - Leland, Mr. P--

Mr. Plow? What are you smoking? Huh? What are you smoking?

- What... - Is that your blood?

Look at me. Look at me. - No.

- Is that your blood?

Goddammit, get out of the car. [Lee stammering]

Get out!

Hands!

You know, Leland, this is just...

[handcuffs clinking] This is too much.

This is too much, okay? Now we gotta go.

You understand? Okay? We gotta go. Hm?

- Wait, you're not even gonna read me my rights?

[chuckling] - Your rights?

Shut up, Leland. Just get in the car.

Watch your head. Jeez.

Goddammit.

- Moron... You need to get someone up here!

- Hey, hey, hey!

No need for name-calling, jeez.

Dispatch, this is Car 22--

- Nathan, you're making a mistake!

- It's Deputy Cummings! Now, shut up!

- Dispatch. What's your status?

- Yeah, dispatch. I was on Greenwood Mountain,

searching for the missing hikers.

I got a suspect, who was driving erratically.

And uh, he's got blood on him. It's not his own.

Suspect's name is Leland Shaw. I'm bringing him in.

[tense music]

What the hell is that?

- Nathan, drive! - I told you to shut up. Okay?

Look, let me just see what this guy wants.

- No, no, no, that's Mr. Plow! No! No, get in the car!

- Hey! What seems to be the trouble here?

Turn off your engine and get out of the truck,

please!

[rustling]

Hey. Hey, Leland!

What are you doing? Where are you going?

Leland!

Hey! Where are you going?

[plow engine rumbling]

Stop!

[tires screeching]

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

[engine revving]

[gunshot]

[low horn blaring]

Hey! Ahh!

- Fucking Nathan...

Deputy fucking Cummings. Asshole.

Fucking Deputy fucking Dickwad!

[breathing heavily]

[exhales] Shit...

Fucking Nathan...

This is so fucked.

[mysterious instrumental music]

[scoffs]

Really?

[breathing heavily]

[light music playing over speakers]

- Keep that away from my pumps!

[breathing heavily]

[light music continues]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

You break out of prison? - I have to use the phone.

- You gonna pay for that water, sir?

- Yeah. Fine. Yeah.

- Thanks. - Phone now? Please.

- The phone's not working. - What?

- Cheapskate owner didn't pay his phone bills.

- What? Aren't-aren't you the owner?

- Sorry.

- Well, okay, do you have a cell phone?

Uh, an iPhone? Android? Fucking BlackBerry?

[scoffs]

Uh... Twenty... Twenty dollars on Pump 2.

[unsettling music]

Hey, hey, hey, you got a cell phone, right?

No? Fuck!

[intense music]

[engine rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[engine rumbling]

[low horn blaring]

[sniffs]

[intense music continues]

[soft tense music]

[tense music building]

[phone chiming repeatedly]

[laughing] Oh, now they start coming in?

[breathing heavily]

[low horn blaring]

Fuck! [groans]

[soft unsettling music]

[breathing heavily]

[ominous music]

[engine revving]

[engine revving]

[engine rumbling]

[exhales deeply]

[shovel clanging]

[gear shift clunks]

[engine revving]

Ah, come on, you fuck! Ah!

Ah!

[suspenseful music]

[whimpering]

Oh, God...

[soft tense music]

[ominous music building]

[low horn blaring]

[tense instrumental music]

[tense music fades]

[brakes squealing]

[breathing heavily]

[low horn blaring]

What?

Oh, shit...

[low horn blaring]

[cracking]

[suspenseful music]

[cracking]

[engine revving]

[suspenseful music continues]

[engine rumbling]

Yeah! Take that, motherfucker!

That's right! Fuck yeah!

Woo!

[water spraying]

[gasping]

[laughing] [Lee]: Fuck.

[Rebecca]: Good morning, princess.

- Where... - Don't worry.

You're fine. A-okay.

You just had a little bump. That's all. So, take it easy.

- Wh-Where am I? - You had a little accident.

- Hey. Hey, what...?

Um...

Yeah, I...

[sighs]

Guys, I-I still got time.

- Do you think this is playtime in the park?

That amount right there is pitiful.

Have you been driving around with your thumb up your ass?

And then when we catch you, you try to run out on us?

You're dumber than you look.

- You were following me?

- We were keeping an eye on you. Just in case.

And boy, were we right.

Couldn't push enough chop suey, huh?

I mean, we almost lost you there for a little bit.

But then we found you again.

Lady Luck shines down on us now.

- I wasn't running away from you--

- I'll be the judge of that, you little prick!

[breathing heavily]

- Give me my fish. - Excuse me?

- Give me my damn fish.

- Ah, I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?

- Please, give me my damn fish, Rebecca!

- Oh! This little guy? Yeah, sure.

[gasps]

Huh.

- Um...

I know this going to make me sound like a jerk-ass,

and this is badly timed, but I, um,

I got his order ready.

- Joe, could you fuck off, please?

- You betcha.

[laughing]

- You got something to say there, Lee?

- What kind of people you got working for you, Rebecca?

'Cause I'd say you got some sick fucks in your employment.

- Come again?

- Who's the psycho

in the snowplow truck that you got working for you? Hm?

- Excuse me, the snowplow truck?

- The guy with the snowplow truck, Rebecca!

Mr. Plow! - I don't know what the hell

you're talking about, Lee.

You got a phone in this shithole?

- Yeah. Just out here.

- Go make the call. Get the boys here.

[mysterious music]

[chuckling]

[dial tone]

- I was gonna buy a food truck.

I was gonna make food for people, be my own boss.

I had it all planned, all figured out.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

- I know you're a good guy, Lee.

Despite all the shit thrown your way,

and all not making your lucky break,

you still persevere.

- Yeah. - It's commendable.

But you're just one of those guys

that keeps on making the same mistakes.

You're like a drunk at the bar

who doesn't know when to quit and go home.

And this is what happens

when you run out on paying a debt back to me.

[tense music]

[thudding]

[knocking]

[rattling]

What the hell?

- Oh, Jesus Christ. - Shut up, Lee!

[tense music]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[sinister music]

[soft tense music]

[creaking]

[axe thuds]

[squealing]

- Shit...

[shouting]

You fucking animal!

[shouting]

Quick...

[grunting]

Please.

I'm sorry.

[sinister music building]

[grunts]

[sinister music]

Okay...

Where's a cop when you need one?

We're gonna be fine, buddy. [chuckles]

Okay...

What?

No... [grunts]

[Nathan]: Dead Man's Curve is closed until further notice.

- Shit...

[sighs] Fucking Nathan, fuck.

[engine revving]

Come on!

[sinister music]

Oh... fuck it!

[suspenseful music]

What do you want from me?!

What do you want from me?

[engine revving]

[low horn blaring]

Leave me alone!

[engine revving]

[engine revving]

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck! Please, please!

Please, leave me alone! Please! [whimpering]

No!

Fuck! Hold on, Reggie!

[whimpering]

Oh, please, God!

[music stops abruptly]

[brakes squealing]

[breathing heavily]

[soft music]

[suspenseful music]

Oh!

Let... me... go!

[whimpering]

[grunting]

[panting]

[tense music]

[laughing]

[soft tense music]

[brakes squealing]

- What's his name?

- Reggie.

- I had a turtle once.

Called him Buck.

- Great.

- Told you the mountain was dangerous.

- Got any tools on you?

[radio host]: Good morning, Nisswa.

Another cold and frosty morning. But at least it ain't snowing.

So, now down to serious business.

Top story of the day is what's being referred to

by the police as "the snowplow massacre".

Reports have been heard of a maniacal snowplow

truck driver causing mayhem.

A house of murder was discovered on Greenwood Mountain.

And multiple fatalities found at a local pizzeria

outside of town, with one female survivor.

Police have yet to comment further on this case.

But stay tuned for more on this ongoing and breaking story.

- Throw it away, heat it up in the microwave.

I don't give a shit.

- Why the hell are you only wearing one shoe?

- How much for this?

[soft eerie music]

[birds chirping]

[phone ringing]

Hello? This is Lee.

- Leland! Where the hell have you been?

I've been after you all night. What's the matter?

You complain about orders not coming in,

but then they do come in, and you ignore them all?

What the hell is wrong with you? What kept you?

- Up yours, Lester.

- What? Excus-- [call ends]

- Hey, Gus. It's Lee.

- What do you want, Lee?

You want more of our time to waste?

- I got your money. Now, that food truck is mine.

You can tell those other buyers to go spit.

- You got the money? You? [chuckling]

You better not be telling me some tall tale.

- Nope. Nope, it's real.

- Alright. Sounds like we're in business.

You want to come by my office and check it out?

- You mind if I come by tomorrow?

I had myself a rough night.

[engine revving]

[upbeat music]