i think my best was when i turned twelve. my dad set up a treasure hunt. it was really cool. well, it was.
my most awful birthday was sweet sixteen. i had mono. how about you? what was your worst?
"the people"? you're the one who screwed him.
i, uh --
i think it's great what you did.
shut up.
just bite me.
karen, you know i'd do anything for you, but the sheriff told me to get you out of town. i'm sorry. it's for your own good.
what're you doing?
no. hey, hold on.
no. someone got him out.
maybe karen.
i -- it --
it happened real fast, okay?
shut up, wayne.
reaches for karen, floating limp in the water, but.
maybe i'm not okay with it.
you're gonna kill people?
what about tom? what about karen? they're not looters.
how can you do this?
but -- but -- you're the sheriff!
for twenty years you've been --
i can't let you do it.
wait -- what about the dam?
you said if it goes it'll wipe out the town.
don't you touch her!
who is aiming his pistol at tom. phil freezes.
points his gun at hank.
no! we can't --
lands between jim and the sheriff, knocking them apart.
she lives on boyd street.
alive, but barely.
three over. two-story, blue shutters.
floating in the water, dying. a brief look between them, then.
noooo!