Falls from low grey clouds. Down below we see...
Muddy, slow and powerful, overflowing its banks. In the near
We close in on...
go down and into...
Storefronts are sandbagged and closed. A sign on one store
Beautiful, old, ringed with a five-foot-high wall of sandbags.
is over the curb, lapping at the base of statue's pedestal.
Near the statue stands...
his radio mike.
So, are we all going to die?
EXT. RESERVOIR DAM
let out a little more.
EXT. MAIN STREET
WAYNE and PHIL, two deputies, 30s, are near the Sheriff,
I think my best was when I turned
twelve. My Dad set up a treasure
hunt. It was really cool.
(off Wayne's disdainful
Well, it was.
water. There's unpleasant-looking muck all over his arms. He
crud with disgust.
sixteen. I had mono. How about you?
What was your worst?
You kidding? You think I could've
this? What kind of loser do you think
Don't answer that, Phil.
Hank says he's gonna open another
Gentlemen. Hey -- happy birthday,
Wayne nods. Phil stiffens. They do not like this guy.
(to the Sheriff)
Mike, I gotta say, what you're
doing... I don't know if I'd be here,
get the last couple of paychecks
some bastard owed you.
I just want you to know I think the
people 'round here made a big mistake.
Phil grumbles to himself.
"The people"? You're the one who
I, uh --
(to Mayor, saving
You know, Bob, as much as I'd love
how great I am, if you don't get
moving I'm gonna have to haul your
sorry ass off to jail.
Okay, okay, I'm going. Keep up the
good work, boys. It's appreciated.
Whaddya say we go torch the fucker's
house and blame it on looters. Or
how about we put a dead cow in his
living room. He comes back after
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