well, it's not fast enough.
it's a flood, charlie. you're gonna get wet.
well, yeah.
your ear.
you've got a major hair growth going on.
i'm serious. you're gonna need somebody to go in there with a weed whacker.
you're offering me one of your donuts? i don't know what to say. i'm getting all misty.
nah. i start eating donuts and i'll never get out of this truck.
don't get me wrong, charlie. there's a lot to like about this job -- and i don't just mean the dashing polyester ensemble and the solid three-figure income.
charlie, relax! i was kidding!
it had better hours.
that wasn't luck, old man. that was skill. i was good at it.
about as much skill as it takes to sit in a truck and get fat eating donuts.
i didn't say that.
i didn't say that!
jerk.
give us a kiss. come on.
you really are a cranky old fart, you know that?
what was that about? i mean, i'm just sitting here and all of a sudden you go postal on me.
you know, i really do appreciate what you've done for me. this is a good job.
jesus. where's the road?
oh, god, here we go again.
stop!
stop the truck! we're going down!
back up!
it's a little dip in the road or something. you can see the reflectors come up the other side.
i'll see if there's anyone coming. maybe we can get pulled out.
the town's been evacuated. we won't get any help from there.
they are aware we're carrying a shitload of money?
ninety minutes? jesus.
oh, shit.
what about the money?
why'd they do that?
or so we can't see at all.
anyone with a scanner from radio shack could've intercepted your call, charlie.
could you turn down your lights?!
turn down your lights!
jumps at the sound of the rifle crack.
yanks out his gun and starts shooting back.
shooting blindly, looks over and sees.
drops into the water, bullets plugging in around him. just his hand and pistol are visible, shooting blindly back toward jim and his men. the suburban
runs out of bullets. a beat later we see charlie start moving through the water -- tom is pulling him.
shuts his eyes, thinking, scared.
what the hell is he going to do?
sprints off.
surfaces, gasping.
gets to his feet runs as fast as he can down the hall. he rounds a corner and keeps going.
runs another thirty feet, then trips on something and goes down.
halfway down the hall, standing frozen, caught in kenny's light.
stands up -- he was kneeling.
low tide, sailor.
wearing kenny's hat and jacket.
comes around a corner, sees the open front doors ahead of him.
turns hard and speeds down a side hall.
looks back.
makes his choice and guns the jet-ski straight at kenny.
yee-hah!
hunches down on the jet-ski and crashes through the windows.
pulls himself into view. he climbs over the wall, exhausted.
he hurries up the back steps and goes into the church.
takes a breath. just as he relaxes, he hears a whooshing sound from behind him and turns to see.
i'm not a looter.
sits up on a cot, behind bars in the holding cell, woozy.
i just said i'm not a looter! you're the one who nailed me? you got a better arm than my ex-wife. what the hell did you hit me with -- a statue? i saw a flash of some guy coming at me.
oh, great. now i'm gonna have people coming from around the world to see the face of jesus on my forehead.
looking for a place to hide out.
the bastards who killed my partner.
we were driving an armored truck. the truck got stuck out past the high school. they must've picked up our call to dispatch, 'cause they knew where we were. charlie and i were just standing there and all hell broke loose.
a little over three million.
the bank was afraid of looters. they had us cleaning out their branches up and down the river.
i hid it in the cemetery. tied it to a crypt for a guy named portman.
i don't like to carry around that much cash.
no, it was in my jacket and i --
i'll go with you. i can show you where --
sheriff -- they killed my partner without any warning.
gets to his feet, woozy and goes to get out of the cell. he remembers -- uh-oh: the cell door is locked.
tries the keys in the lock. they don't fit. he looks at them.
great! i can drive out of here!
climbs up the cell bars, the water rising with him. he's running out of room between himself and the ceiling. three feet. two feet. he's being pushed up by the water toward.
is terrified, about to die. the water rises up past his face.
sticks the flashlight tube up through the wire grate over the light fixture.
looks up, astonished, to see.
pulls on the cage and it swings down. he climbs up it.
thank you.
even. what happened?
oh, god.
i can't.
if they know where the money is, they will kill us.
i guess just drive around until we run out of gas.
when we get down here a little further we'll find a place for you to hide. i'm gonna get back to the truck and wait for the national guard. they should be there pretty soon.
cold?
no. the scariest thing that ever happened before was charlie running out of donuts. i've only been doing this for a couple months.
i, uh.  i sold construction machinery. i was making good money, it just.  i don't know. it just didn't seem right for me anymore.
my uncle did me a favor; got me in.
my uncle was charlie -- my partner in the truck.
god, i wonder whose car this is.
really? hold on.  . i think this is my car from high school.
looks like we get out here. come on -- i told your father i'd have you home by ten.
there!
get your feet up!
oh, shit!
it's metal!
we've gotta --!
we have to --!
is oblivious. he starts to put his foot down into the trap. just then he knocks.
jesus christ!
it's okay. i have to go anyway.
the national guard'll be at the truck in about fifteen minutes. i'm gonna go wait for them.
karen? i'm tom.
you wanna come with me?
kicks away, horrified. and then he hears an engine. he looks.
slumps.
thinks for a second, then throws the shotgun away and pulls himself into the rowboat.
i'll take you to the money, but you gotta let them go.
you say all you want is the money? prove it. let them go.
karen?
it's hard to tell now with the water so deep.
it's down there a little further.
takes a quick look at his watch.
uh.  no. a little farther --
what?
i don't --
oh, god. you intercepted charlie's call, then you called them off.
bullshit. this is all bullshit.
why'd you shoot him? kill charlie and you get to keep another share?
i'll tell you where it is. but it's not going to do you any good.
the guard may not be coming, but someone else sure as hell is.
there.
it's gone.
looks like somebody beat you to it.
ducks underwater.
is grazed in the arm by the bullet.
well, that was unexpected.
flattens against the crypt, then turns to see.
looks at jim, sees he's occupied in the fight with hank. then he sees.
thinks, decides, and reaches out for ray.
shooting back at wayne with ray's gun.
starts shooting at them with the two pistols.
sees.
takes another shot at hank but stops firing at wayne.
starts swimming for the boat.
is almost to the boat.
gets to jim's boat and grabs onto it.
rams into one cross.
you really want that money?
'cause the only way you're ever gonna see it is if you help me get karen.
we're too slow.
they're not going to catch us now.
looks back to see that.
okay, so maybe they are gonna catch us now.
ducks down and tries to start the engine. no go. again. it catches on the third try. tom guns it and the boat tears off.
stays down, driving blind, as the bullets fly in, blowing holes in the windshield. he looks at jim, at the engine and curses. he steers the boat toward.
grabs guns and ammo and jumps out of the boat and into the water. he lays a rifle on the top of the sandbag wall and fires off a clip.
that hurt?
good.
she's in the small boat.
jesus, i'm gonna get hepatitis.
there's a back room. maybe they've got something i can use on this.
oh, yeah.
i saw jesus.
enters from the back. he's got a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a towel. he splashes some of the alcohol on the towel, then touches it to his wound. it hurts like a sonofabitch. after a beat.
so, has this all gone pretty much how you thought it would?
oh, yeah? well, everything would've gone even better if you hadn't decided to rob the damn truck in the first place!
did charlie have cancer or something?
no.
sorry to disappoint you. what are you gonna do with it?
belize.
it's this small country in central america, on the atlantic side.
they speak english and the dollar goes a long way. beautiful beaches; friendly people. and they've got liberal banking laws. very liberal.
you can't ride in the truck and not think about it.
shit. where's he going?
the sheriff knows. i think maybe i'll go ask him.
what if he doesn't come?
my god they're beautiful.
surfaces over by the stairs up to the balcony, gasping for air. he runs for the stairs.
disappears up the stairs, the bullets just missing him.
shoots down from the balcony, blowing a chunk out of the prow of hank's boat.
jumps back, startled, looking down at.
moves back from hank's advancing bullet holes.
is caught between hank's bullets and the sheriff's bullets. so he racks a load in the shotgun and dives backwards off the balcony.
arcs off the balcony, firing the shotgun under the balcony at hank.
lands in the water and goes under.
comes out of the water, aiming his shotgun at.
turns his shotgun on hank and pulls the trigger -- click. uh- oh.
comes out of the water on the other side of hank's boat. tom pushes down hard on the side of the boat.
swings with the shotgun, catching.
grabs hank's rifle and aims it at the sheriff.
where's karen?
where is she?
where's her house?
what?
hold on.
it's only a couple of bags.
but i thought --
looks at jim, disappointed, angry, then hurries to hank's boat.
climbs into hank's boat. he starts the engine, looks down at.
drives the boat out through a shattered window.
wades in along the upper hall.
i'm guessing you can't get up.
where?
is that good or bad?
i owe you one.
tries to get through the tangle of branches and leaves, but can't. he swims over to another window and slides it up.
surfaces near the side of the house, gasping. the current starts ripping him past the house. he swims as hard as he can back to the house, reaches out and grabs onto a gutter.
swims in with the saw. he starts sawing on the handrail. everything's going fine. and then.
sees something. he dives into the water.
surfaces, holding wayne's pistol. he puts the mouth of the barrel to the handcuff chain, shields karen's face, looks away and pulls the trigger.
surfaces to see.
sees jim slump against the side of the boat.
you okay?
oh, god. we gotta get you to --
thanks.
you just saved our lives.
it's okay!
sorry to disappoint you.
i'll do that.
swims through the swirling current toward karen's roof.
they got a lot done today.
barbecue chicken from lilly's.
you want some? i wish you'd told me. i woulda got more.
i talked to mikey. he says the flooring should be in by friday.
i said if it wasn't here by friday at six that you were going to go over and beat the crap out of him.