A HUSBAND and WIFE sit in a running car outside of a white house. Snow falls gently outside. The wife in her early thirties, warms her hands with her mouth and pushes down her winter hat over her ears.
You going to turn the car off?
The husband turns off the car. He fidgets with his gloved hands and scratches his scruffy beard.
You ever shot a gun before?
He shakes his head. She glances into the backseat. A six shot revolver rest on the seat.
I don't want to look at it.
You want me to cock it for you?
She reaches back, grabs the gun, and sitting straight in her seat pulls back the hammer. She hands it to him.
Bob put the bullets in there before we left, right?
She nods. The husband looks out the windshield at the white house.
And we're sure he's home?
Quit stalling and go kill the guy.