30, pretty, even in head-to-toe rain gear.
i was setting up pumps.
i wouldn't expect you to, wayne.
i was gonna go as soon as i filled the pumps, but the next thing i know, i've got a looter on my hands. now, maybe i'm crazy, but i was expecting a little gratitude?
i told you -- he was looting it.
it was a crucifix. it was the only thing there!
i have to fill the pumps --
did you see the stained glass windows, phil? did you see what a good job they did? i can't let anything happen to the church, not after all i've put into it.
if you're not going to take me back to the church, then i'll swim.
what am i saying?
this is my boat. you swim.
they'll get him out.
and she's pulling as hard as she can, but the wire cage isn't budging. she pulls out a swiss army knife, unfolds a small knife and starts taking out the screws holding the cage in place. she gets two screws out.
i owed you -- for hitting you and all. but we're even now, okay?
i don't know.
maybe another levee broke upriver. they've been --
tell them where the money is.
well, i can.
so what do we do?
look, i've spent the last eight months of my life restoring that church, and i just left it to come save your ass, so spare me, okay?
no, i'm fine. the heater just kicked in.
you ever been robbed before?
oh.
what'd you do before this?
how'd you end up in this?
nice favor. how's he gonna feel after tonight?
oh, god. i'm sorry.
well, whoever it is, he listens to pat benatar, eddie money and the soundtrack to "footloose."
what?
hurry!
we thought it was empty.
watch yourself, tom. i really don't wanna have to save your life again.
is in the water, exhausted and cold.
tom went off in their rowboat.
back to the armored truck.
stop! you'll hit tom!
realizes what is about to happen.
hits the gun with her arm.
sorry, wayne, but i'm not playing a part in your sick little play.
or what? you'll kill me? you're gonna do that anyway.
i'm sure you can hurt me. but it's all going to be the same when i'm dead.
raises her hips and digs a hand into her pocket and pulls out her swiss army knife. she pries open the big blade. she hears wayne sloshing back toward her. she gets back into the position wayne left her in as.
wraps her legs around him, holds him close, pinning him.
lashes out of the water with her legs, kicking wayne in the groin, pushing him back.
happy birthday, wayne.
there have to be keys. there --
reaches out with her foot for wayne's pants. she can't reach.
slides down further on the stairs, into the water, then stops.
reaches out with a foot, straining, stretching her body, almost dislocating her shoulder and.
can only watch as.
spits out the water that spills into her mouth.
holds her breath with the water touching her nose. she gets the screw loose, pulls up on the railing and pulls the handcuff through the gap between the support and the railing.
tugs at the railing, tries rocking it up and down. it doesn't budge. she starts chipping at the plaster with the knife.
god, i am really beginning to hate fine craftsmanship.
i'm handcuffed.
the railing's bolted to the wall.
i've got a saw.
in the kitchen. in the tall cupboard beside the --
you gotta go!
the dam's gone! you gotta go!
watches tom and his light get swallowed up in the murky water.
keeps looking down for tom.
can only watch and wait. what's he doing? oh, jesus. and then.
hears an engine behind her and turns.
thinks he's going to turn.
no! no!
rolls to the side, just getting clear as.
do you need any help?
it's coming along. what'd you get?
yum.
ha ha.
that's what he said last week.
and i will.