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"This is taking too long," Westley muttered, and he drew a pistol from a hidden holster. When Vic saw it, he was shocked. "Sir!" he cried. "Don't do this!" Westley ignores Vic. He aimed at the speedboat and fired three times. When he was done shooting, the boat spun in a half-circle and capsized. Doris was thrown from the boat. She hadn't been hit, but she almost wished she had been. She would rather die than return, but he'd taken that option away from her. She shook her fist in the air angrily as it settled overhead. A minute passed, and a rope ladder dropped into the water. From the loudspeaker, Wesley shouted, "Come with me, or stay here and die. It's your call. But, if you choose death, I won't make it easy for you. I will shoot you in the arms and the legs, and you will drown ou