. . risen to this level, and lately slowed . .

Finegan points to the rust just under the water level.

Salt water . . salt water is corrosive. This

plant was never built for salt water. . .

Finegan turns to face the gardener. He barely gets his words out before

the building starts to collapse.

You had any settling problems?

There is a sound of metal screeching onmetal. The stairwell shutters

and both men lose their footing.

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A frantic scene ensues, as the gardener and his family are evacuating.

The wife and daughter are tossing bundles of personal items out the

window of their living quarters down to Joey, who is on the roof of the

houseboat. Finegan is on the roof of the factory with the gardener,

trying to harvest his crop. Finegan drops a rope with hook down to

Joey.

Snag me that bundle of plastic bags . . thanks.

The gardener is harvesting potatoes, shaking the soil off when he

wrenches a plant up out of the trough, and plucking potatoes off the

roots. He tosses the filled plastic bag onto a pile to be lowered to

Joey. Finegan is doing the same to carrots, starting to tear the greens

off them. The gardener cries out,

No, no, leave some! I’ll replant ‘em for the

seed. . . Gotta have the seed.

Finegan is hooking potatoe bags on the hook used to lower produce from

the rooftop to Joey. He swings the bag of potatoes out over the

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houseboat rooftop and holds the rope while Joey catches the swinging

mess. Joey says,

Got it.

The wife and daughter are now climbing out the window of their living

quarters below the factory roof, the daughter dropping down and then

reaching up to help her more portly mother, standing beneath her to

soften her fall. Her mother says,

Child! Out’en the way! I’ll squash you flat.

The wife falls on her butt, but rolls to stand up and brush herself

off.

Finegan and the gardener are now harvesting green cabbage, cutting this

off at the root and discarding the brown and tattered outer leaves. The

gardener cries out again,

Leave that’en. I’ll replant for seed. . . Just

those half dozen will do.

They have a pile of bagged vegetables at the side of the factory roof,

ready to be lowered down. Just then the sound of metal screeching again

cuts through the air, as the factory visibly shutters and lowers again

by a few feet. Only inches remain until the flood waters will pour over

the rooftop guard walls.

Finegan rushes over to the pile of plastic bags packed and tied and

ready to be lowered. He hooks and swings this to Joey as though they

only have seconds to spare. Joey signals Finegan as soon as the hook is

clear.

Got it.

The daughter is now helping Joey, moving the bags to the edge of the

roof and out of his way, and lowering the bags into her mother’s eager

hands during the off moments.

The water starts lapping over one edge of the rooftop guard. The

gardener rushes over to the far side of the factory rooftop, tearing

off his shift. He picks seed shoots from carrot and cabbage plants

being used to grow seed and ties them into his shift, tying the sleeves

together so it is a bundle. He staggers and sloshes back to the

houseboat side through the rising water and tosses this into his

daughter’s hands.

Finegan is hooking the harvested and bagged tomatoes, lowering them

carefully rather than swinging them out.

These’ll smash. Tomatoes.

The wife comes over to the side of the houseboat deck to catch them.

Finegan turns to the gardener.

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That it?

Just then, the factory settles yet again, accompanied by the sound of

screeching metal and splashing water, putting both Finegan and the

gardener in the water. Finegan and the gardener climb onto the

houseboat and stand, dripping web, looking over the flooded roof.

Along the sides of the factory roof the vines holding summer squash can

be seen bobbing up. The squash on the surface is bloated and yellow,

oversized and almost rotting in appearance. The gardener cries out,

The squash!

He dives into the water and swims along the bobbing vines, plucking the

overripe summer squash and tossing them to Finegan. Several of them

shatter when caught.

Arrrrrr! These are rotten!

The gardener’s wife rushes up to collect the mess in a basin. She says,

This is seed! You gotta rippen it full.

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