Looks like the twat got caught, and now she’s out to rot.
From Eastwood’s “Thunderbolt & Lightfoot”
THUNDERBOLT: And the wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid.
GOODY: What’s that... a poem?
THUNDERBOLT: It’s a prayer.
* * *
LIGHTFOOT: How you feelin’ today, Preacher?
THUNDERBOLT: The clock uncoils the working day, and he wakes up feeling his youth has gone away.
LIGHTFOOT: Now what the hell is that? A prayer?
THUNDERBOLT: A poem.