Stand purely, he says the old man recruited him, but he doesnt know the customer, he whistles, now we will split him, we have guests, we have guests, this is the customer, the old man told me, shut your mouth, if you start talking, i will kill you, understand . Cover it who are they, quietly, theirs, the rest are dead, we have difficulties, block where, money first, block here, clowns, money first. Thats it, hes gone, no, not everything, three of us are dead, we should add another half, i dont ask such questions i decide, call the one who decides. He rises, you can take off your glasses, dear, the sun has not set yet, but for some it will not rise, it smells of gunpowder and cop blood, jurassic. Give me the bag, okay, ill do it myself, lets see what youre selling, i cant resist a little weakness, look at you up close, rosshin, get out he left, now from his father such blows will come, his mothers past ones will appear affectionately, well, how can this be, but again we missed this blin
it. and i knew then that we were in trouble. the men race for their mixer, but water quickly floods the cab. jose and mark dart up a ladder to the top of the 20-ton truck, figuring it won t budge, they ll be safe. they re mistaken. 150,000 gallons of water a second are now rushing down the l.a. river, forcing the mixer to move. that s when i started getting scared. and the water pushed us right into the middle of the river and we started floating down river. the truck is just approaching the 10 freeway southbound in the river. jose and mark are just beginning their wild ride. up ahead, bridges, overpasses and then a clear shot out to the pacific ocean. but first, a more immediate fear the truck hits a bridge abutment, breaks free, but nearly rolls over. mark is afraid the mixer might tip and crush them. he wants to jump off and take his chances in the raging river. i was ready to jump at any time in case the truck was to roll over.
going to be able to make it. it s 1997. jose nunez, a cement truck driver, and his partner, mark, are set to work on the dry bed of the los angeles river fixing a crumbling overpass like these crews seen here. on most days the l.a. river looks like this, an open concrete trench, but when it rains, the storm runoff from all the valleys in los angeles has only one place to go, the river basin. there s no forecast for heavy rain, just a light drizzle at most. nothing to worry about. but suddenly up river about noon it begins to pour. i was very concerned. and i kept telling mark that we should be out of there. at first, the water downstream is just a trickle. then jose and mark hear a dull roar. they look behind them, and see a seven-foot wall of water. it was like a brownish water with lots of trash in front of
jose nunez, a cement truck driver, and his partner, mark, are set to work on the dry bed of the los angeles river fixing a crumbling overpass like these crews seen here. on most days the l.a. river looks like this, an open concrete trench, but when it rains, the storm runoff from all the valleys in los angeles has only one place to go, the river basin. there s no forecast for heavy rain, just a light drizzle at most. nothing to worry about. but suddenly up river about noon it begins to pour. i was very concerned. and i kept telling mark that we should be out of there. at first, the water downstream is just a trickle. then jose and mark hear a dull roar. they look behind them, and see a seven-foot wall of water. it was like a brownish water with lots of trash in front of it. and i knew then that we were in trouble.