Down

Ok, showtime.

It's my quarter. Come on, I...

Oh boy, this is really something.

-Well, let me see.

Gimme another quarter. Thank the Lord

for making babies like this.

Is she nude?

-She's taking her bra off.

Ah, boy,

I'm gonna need a bigger telescope.

Come on, gimme another quarter.

-This is my last one.

She's taking her panties off.

Whoa, there's two of 'em.

What, two panties?

-Two women, you dumbhead.

They're getting down on him

both of them.

Oh, let me look, let me look.

-Ok, ok. Hurry up, it's gonna rain.

Where are they? F***!

-You moved the telescope.

To the left, to the left. Oh, oh,

I got 'em. I got 'em! Oh, f***!

Oh look, gimme a quarter.

-I don't have any quarters.

Oh, f***, f***, f***!

-That's right, use your imagination.

Six five, come in, please.

-Yeah? Six five, Andy, here. What's up?

What's your position, six five?

-On the observatory deck on the 86th.

We can't see you on the monitor.

Check the camera, will you?

Ah, oh yeah, I see what's wrong.

Some joker put a plastic bag over it.

Damn tourists.

Can you see me now?

-Yes, we can, thanks.

They were watching those hookers again.

-Must be Thursday then. How time flies.

God.

Next time bring more quarters.

-Next time I want to see that ass, too.

Whoa, that was a big one. Any damage?

-No, everything seems fine.

I hope you're right.

Next stop the sixty-sixth.

They've got a very interesting

collection of Swedish videos down there.

I'm not talking Ingmar Bergman either.

Well, who's Ingmar Bergman?

-An actor. Hey, wait here a minute.

I gotta take a piss.

-Yeah, he was in... ''Casablanca''.

Oh yeah, that's right.

Hey.

Stop it!

Oh. F***ing doors.

Ah, hey, if I tell you to stay open,

stay open!

What the f*** did you do?

-I don't know, I...

Look at your flashlight.

-It was the elevator.

Oh no. Watch out.

-You watch out. You know,

one of these days I'm gonna poison

your donut. Are you coming or what?

Yeah, sure.

-Your mother sure ate a lot of red meat

when she was pregnant. The elevator

did it, how dumb can you get?

Hello?

Hey, Jeff.

-What the f*** are you doing there?

You couldn't make it to the front door?

-They stole my keys.

Couldn't find them anywhere.

-Those with the Porsche key-ring?

Yeah, those.

-Here.

Now hurry up. We're late as it is.

-Where d'you find them? Oh my God,

you have no idea how long I was looking.

-I'm sure, I'm sure, Mark,

at least 2 minutes. Come on, move your

ass. The bus is leaving in 2 more.

I'm going,

I'll break the speed limit, man.

Hey, I'll be faster than lightning

on steroids, ok? Ok, be right there.

You look like sh*t. Smell it, too.

Must be my aftershave.

-So, the 2 of you have a fight again?

Who says, we're fighting all the time?

-Ah, just a hunch.

Where are we going?

-Village. Just routine check-ups today.

Exciting.

-Just be grateful I found you this job.

Hey, I am grateful. The first few months

aren't all that exciting, that's all.

I wouldn't complain if I were you.

-He says to me:
''You gotta move up

in the world, kid, you know, I'm gonna

help you out.'' I just didn't think

that meant riding elevators all days.

-If you don't like it, then quit. Ok?

All right.

-Go back to fixing Coke machines.

Ok, all right, my head is killing me.

I like this job. What makes you think I,

for real, don't like this job?

-My ass is on the line. Don't f*** up.

I won't. I solemnly swear.

In fact, I'm gonna become elevator

mechanic of the year for you.

It's eight forty-five on WNYS.

Time for a news and weather update.

Flooding, caused by heavy rain showers,

was reported in the Brooklyn area.

Air traffic at Kennedy Airport

was delayed for more than one hour,

due to a failure in the radar system.

The cause has yet to be established.

An investigation is under way.

Meteorologists say that last night

a record number of lightning strikes

were counted.

Here you are, sweetie.

...otherwise, I've gotta go on

to meet these people.

Come on, man. Careful.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hit it. Hit the button. Going up.

Morning, guys.

Thanks for taking over for me.

There was a traffic jam.

-No problem, I had to wait anyway.

The wife's upstairs taking her class.

-Right. A little Freddie coming up.

Yeah, 32nd week.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Up nice and slowly.

Ok, that's it for today.

See you ladies next week.

Bye. He's been kicking

like hell all week now.

Sounds like his father.

-I'm sure glad he's not around any more.

Well, this is the easiest pregnancy

I've ever had. He's asleep all day.

Are you sure you're pregnant?

-Yeah, or this must be a tumor.

Listen to you. You are so bad.

I can't believe you.

Well, I'm not looking forward

to delivery day, I can tell you that.

Think of all women on the country.

-Yeah, we are the lucky ones.

My we are going fast, aren't we?

-Yeah, is this normal?

Oops, we got a problem.

-One of the express elevators again.

What do you mean, again?

-Something wrong with those lights.

nothing wrong. It'll stop flashing.

Are you sure? My wife always uses them.

-Mark my words.

Let me call maintenance.

See, what did I tell ya?

They spend millions on those elevators.

They can't even buy a decent lamp.

What the hell happened?

-We're stuck.

We were going too fast. -Everybody, ok?

-I think I've sprained my ankle.

Push the alarm.

-Hello? It's dead. It's dead!

Strange, no network.

-What are we gonna do?

Let's just take it easy now. I'm sure

they know by now that we're stuck.

Yeah, your husband works here, right?

-Yeah, he'll have us out in no time.

Don't worry.

They play like wimps. Guys like that

give basketball a bad name.

They'll beat the Knicks with their eyes

closed and hand tied behind their back.

Duane here. What?

Which one?

No. Nothing here.

Between twenty-one and twenty-two?

Ok.

-What?

They must've fixed that light.

It's getting hot in here.

-Yeah, well there's no air.

Help. Someone out there, we're stuck.

-Are you sure they know we're in here?

Yeah, of course. Don't worry.

We're on 22. Did you cut the power?

-Doing it now.

Cut. Safety system's taking over.

-We're going to open the doors now.

My wife took that elevator.

-Don't worry. They get them out now.

Are you sure this is the right key?

-Well, it fits, doesn't it?

Yeah, but it doesn't work. Don't tell me

that's what your wife said last night.

It's like a sauna in here.

-This can't be right. -Get us out.

Someone out there, let me out.

-It's no use, they can't hear us.

I want out, let me out. -Oh, great.

-If that doesn't get their attention.

Turn that damned alarm off! Shut it off!

-I can't!

Oh my God.

-Oh my God.

Eh?

-No.

Duane. We have a problem with the doors.

-What kind of problem?

The doors are stuck. I dunno,

we have to think of something else.

You got the right key?

-Course!

F***.

Are you crazy?

-My wife's pregnant!

We do that. There's no need to panic.

-I'm not panicking. Get out the way.

Give me that axe. F***.

-What the f***?

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