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-Well, they do get bigger
pay cheques than us.
-But we get to have all the fun. Right?
Damn right.
Kowalski, how'd he kill himself?
-He drive his car near the East River.
Set himself and the car on fire. Why?
-Didn't he work on the elevators
in the Millennium Building?
-Yeah, right, together with Jeff.
Come on, you don't think he had anything
to do with those accidents now, do you?
No, no.
-We gotta go. We got a busy, busy day.
Hey, where are we going?
Harlem.
-You hip, bro.
Go on, get out of the way.
Hey, what the hell are you doing?
-I don't need no ticket.
Screw you, man!
Sh*t!
Beat ya.
Even the smallest coin can make
a two-inch hole in the pavement.
So please be careful.
Took a wrong turn or what?
Jesus! Oh sh*t! Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!
Yo, Janet. Girl,
you looking as sweet as ever.
Hello, Murphy. Who's your friend?
-This is Mark, my partner for today.
Now, what you got for today's special?
-Pork chops.
What's special about 'em?
-I sat on 'em for two hours.
Can't resist that. You want some?
According to eye-witnesses, the victim
raced out of the elevator at high speed
smashed through a window and fell
eighty-six floors to his death.
Traffic was jammed for half an hour.
Police sources have told TMC
that this suicide was in no way related
to last week's accidents.
Gimme the car keys. Now, come on.
-You left something in the car? Janet,
listen, man, I'm missing you already.
Yo. Mark.
Damn. Come on, Mark,
we ain't got no business here.
No-one is allowed into the building.
-I'm from the elevator repair company.
Please wait outside, sir.
-What's going on?
I cannot tell you that. They're giving
a statement to the press. -Where?
Outside, sir.
Come on, man, I'm starving.
We're determine how it was possible for
the victim to break through 12 mm
of glass. If we find any trace of an
negligence regarding safety procedures
they will be reported
to the Building Safety Commission.
Lieutenant, Lieutenant.
Was there any evidence of foul play?
No, nothing. But as I said this is
an on-going investigation.
Hey. Hey!
I'm sorry. I don't make the headlines.
They f***ed up, it's not my fault.
You did write the story, though.
-Yeah, but sometimes computers f*** up,
strange things happen...
-And I have the police on my ass now.
The police?
-I became a suspect because of you.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that
to happen. But, I just wrote down
what you told me.
-Don't do it again, ok?
I mean...
-Ok.
So, what happened here?
-A guy jumped from the 86th floor.
Suicide?
-That's what the police think.
You're turn that into a horror story?
-Well, I'm just after the truth.
You don't believe me?
-No.
Oh. I'm just trying to make a living
here. Life's hard enough as it is.
You know what? Just leave me out of it.
-What, my life?
Your story.
-Hey, come on, man, can we go now?
I do not want to get into trouble here.
-Yeah I'm done here. Here you go.
Your Japanese guests have arrived.
-Japanese, Japanese...
Oh, yeah, send them right up.
All right, Benson, what's the damage?
-We can forget about opening the 86th.
Tomorrow will be the soonest.
-Great. What else is there?
A call from Parker, Miles and Baker
about that office space on the 91st.
Who was doing the calling?
-Miles.
They're signing the leases today.
-That was the plan but they
cancelled it.
-Cancelled it? Why?
Oh, no, no, no,
those god-damn elevators.
Quiet! Little bastards
don't f*** with me.
Bunch of losers you are all of you.
What's the use? Most of you won't
make it anyway. If you don't get knocked
down by a car, or drink a bottle of
Drain-O or set fire to your bedroom in
a few years' time you'll all be on drugs
or selling your bodies in cheap hotels.
Whatever the future is,
you little creeps it is not yours,
believe me.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
How I wonder what you are.
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
How I wonder what you are...
One of you bastards seen Mary-Jane?
Bunch of braindeads!
Mary Jane? Mary-Jane?
Hello, Mr. Milligan. How are you today?
-Are you looking for someone, Ilsa?
One child.
We're playing hide-and-seek.
What is the matter
with you screaming like that?
What have you done?
-My God, is she all right?
Yes. She was just playing,
you know how kids are.
Shall we go back to your friends now?
Come along, Mary-Jane.
Stupid little girl.
Ah, children.
Well, I am now going
to show you the exercise room.
It's equipped with everything
you'll need. Right?
No, why don't we take the stairs?
It's just two floors up.
Might as well start exercising
right now. Follow me.
Whoa, sh*t.
Wow, big bat.
-What the f***?
Bell doesn't work, light's out, no name
on the door. Are you hiding yourself?
I protect me against young sleazy
female reporters, but false work.
What do you want?
-I wanna come in.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
-No.
The neighborhood?
-Yeah, something like that.
You like music?
-I like jukeboxes.
But what's a jukebox without music?
-Let me guess,
a life without love?
-I knew you were the romantic type.
What's that?
-You like movies?
Only X-rated, baby.
-Don't worry, I cut out the dull parts.
Can we use your VCR?
-Yeah.
You stole the tape?
-I borrowed it. Look familiar?
Millennium Building, parking garage.
-Right.
Guy's suicide, on tape. I'm not into,
like, the whole kinky thing, you know.
Seeing people being killed on tape.
-Just watch, will ya?
Look, here they come.
They're racing each other.
Ok, this is another camera. I made a
compilation of several different tapes.
And this car almost wipes him out.
The elevator doors open.
-He gets in. -Almost jumps in.
And this is one of the cameras on
the observation deck. There he goes.
You got a tape of a suicide, you can
sell to the networks, make a few bucks.
You didn't see it.
-What?
It took me a while to notice, too.
-What did I miss?
Just watch the time codes. Ok?
See the time code?
Thirty-six twelve. Now, this is
the camera on the eighty-sixth floor.
Look at the time code.
-That's not possible.
Between the time the doors close and the
time they open on the 86th floor...
Two seconds.
-1.8, to be exact.
Something wrong with the time codes.
-They all receive the same pulse.
It's just not possible. That elevator
takes at least 40 seconds to go up.
Forty-two. I did it this afternoon.
It took more time to come down
than go up.
-You can say that again. F***ing sh*t.
So, you still think there's nothing
wrong with those elevators?
Wait here.
-Why?
He hates journalists.
-So did you and look at us now.
We're working together.
-I still think you should wait.
Is that your friend?
-That's him. -Let's go.
Jeff.
What's up?
-You don't answer your phone.
We were out. Who's that?
-Jennifer from the ''Morning Post''.
I'm a journalist.
-Jesus. That article this morning,
you're really f***ing things up, man!
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