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Rick sitting in diner 7am, black coffee, smoke, waiting for the convent Maternity Home to open. 4 men with short hairs and solid citizen jaws sit in a booth.  One approaches.
LOCAL SHERIFF
Hi there, friend
RICK
Morning, officer.
LOCAL SHERIFF
That’s “Sheriff” to you.  Up here in the north country there ain’t no beat cops in shiny shoes.
RICK
Yes, Sheriff.  Can I help you?
LOCAL SHERIFF
You might at that, son.   We’ve heard we might have a visitor.  Keep your eyes peeled.  We don’t care for visitors up here.
RICK
Good to know.  Yes, sir — I mean yes, Sheriff, i’ll keep that in mind.

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