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-Don't, please.

I wanna ask him about those bio-chips.

-Your question, Miss Evans.

I wanna ask Mr. Steinberg...

What's your favorite newspaper?

I can definitely say it's not yours.

I think we all agree with that.

-Come on.

Any other questions of substance?

Marie-Anne Holland from Animal World.

Which dog was it, that was killed?

Ah, finally a serious question.

-Thank you.

Hey. You embarrassed me.

-What d'you think the guy was say, hm?

''Yeah, Miss Evans, I put those chips in

there, that's why he f***ed up.''

Be real already.

-Jeff's now the Millennium killer.

He's just a fall guy. They ain't getting

away with that. Jeff is not a murderer.

What was he doing near that elevator in

the night? That is suspicious, isn't it?

He had his reasons.

-And the letter?

That's real convenient. That's like that

psychiatric report. It's all lies.

A cover-up?

-He's not the first. Kowalski died also.

What, who's Kowalski?

-Jeff's old partner. They worked on

that elevator together. He was all burnt

up in his car near East-River

and the police said it was suicide.

-Was it?

Maybe he knew too much.

-Why didn't you tell me that?

Just didn't seem important.

But now it's all too coincidental.

You were afraid I'd write about it.

You still don't trust me.

There's a lot of people you can't trust.

May as well trust you though, hm?

It's a start.

They tore our whole house apart.

-What were they looking for?

Evidence, they said.

To prove his guilt.

They took all kinds of personal stuff

even the letters he wrote me

when we were dating.

-Crazy.

They won't prove anything

'cause there's nothing to prove.

I don't know what was wrong with him.

He was acting so strange last few weeks.

Where was he going yesterday?

-He didn't tell me. Someone called,

he got all nervous.

-Who called?

I dunno. The German guy.

-Steinberg.

He didn't do it. You know that, right?

-Yeah, I know. I know, I'm sorry.

When Gerry died, he snapped inside.

-Who's Gerry?

Kowalski. They worked together

for more than two years.

That's him. Who would've known

they'd both die the same way?

Wait, Kowalski died in his car.

-No, he didn't.

This must be it. Number sixty-six.

This one?

-Yeah.

That's it.

She's not home. You wanna wait?

Maybe she's on vacation.

She didn't answer the phone.

What are you doing?

-What's it look like?

It's called breaking and entering.

-Well,

I call it investigative journalism.

Hello, Mrs. Kowalski?

Are you there?

Hey. We can't do this, Jennifer.

Hello? Somebody home?

Look at that.

-Whoa.

That's Kowalski.

Look at all this stuff.

It's creepy.

Hi, Mrs. Kowalski?

We rang your bell, the door was open.

Yeah, you should be careful.

-Are you a friend of my husband?

Colleague, I didn't know Gerry himself.

He was a good man.

He didn't deserve to die.

How did he die, Mrs. Kowalski?

-They killed him.

Who killed him?

-They said it was an accident.

What happened?

-For three days they let him bleed

inside the belly of that building.

But he's still there.

His spirit didn't leave us.

He will only find peace

when he's had his revenge.

-Did he tell you about this elevators?

Everyone who knows is gonna die.

You don't mess

with the devil himself!

We're gonna get much out of her now.

Can we ask you one more question?

-Let's go.

Don't you wanna know who killed him?

-I got a pretty good idea.

It's not over yet.

It's gonna get worse. Much worse!

Ok, coming through here, coming through.

-Hot food. Hot food here.

Can I get in, please? Please.

-Hey, hey, hold the door, please.

Sorry.

Hey. It didn't stop on my floor.

-Did you push the button?

Of course I did.

-What's on? I have to get off here.

We're going faster. Is this normal?

-You pushed the button too hard.

Make it stop. Please, make it stop!

-Oh my God!

I'm gonna be sick.

Hello?

Ladies and gentlemen,

the President of the United States.

Fellow Americans, this afternoon

one of this nation's most famous

and prestigious landmarks,

the Millennium Building was the scene

of a vile and malevolent act of terror.

I assure the American people that we

will not rest until those responsible

for this cruel act are tracked down

apprehended and convicted.

We have already taken decisive measures

to prevent a recurrence of these events.

FBI investigators are on the scene,

working closely with the police.

During their investigation

the building and surrounding area

will be sealed off to the public.

Our sympathy goes to the families

of those deceased. It is events of

this sort that test the mettle

of the American people.

Is this what you were

trying to achieve? Chaos?

The whole city,

the whole country in total turmoil?

What's wrong? The slightest setback...

-Slightest setback?

Slightest setback? Two of my best

f***ing men are dead! Now, let's face

the music, you can't control this thing.

-I can.

I can solve it.

I just need time. Trust me.

Look, every major step forward in the

history of mankind has not been without

sacrifice. Think what this invention

could do for humanity. I'm talking

about changing the way they work the

way they think. Could be, like,

a complete new renaissance for the

human race. Mitch, you knew

what you were getting yourself into.

-You lied to me every step of the way.

Jesus Christ, all the secrecy, all the

boasting about your upper echelon

Army connections. Well,

I did some checking, Mr. Steinberg.

Yeah, right.

They threw your ass out

after you failed disastrously. The

project was declared officially dead.

God...

what a fool I was to believe you.

This could make you a rich man.

-F*** the money.

If I go down, I'm not going down alone.

I want you to end this thing right now.

I don't know if I can.

Listen to me, you twisted motherf***er,

now you created this monster,

you kill it.

Move in.

Can you see it?

There you go. Hurry up. Come on.

-Get this shot, ok? -I got it.

Straight through. Ok, keep it moving,

please. Come on in. Keep it moving.

You wanna go through with this?

-Afraid?

You don't see what I'm seeing.

-Just keep your cool.

Why don't we tell them what we know?

-If they're willing to falsify Jeff's

psychiatric report they're willing to

try to sweep this thing under the rug.

Get down.

Evening. What's your business here?

-Deliver material for the investigation.

Well, just go through

and report to the checkpoint.

Thanks. Whoa! Piece of cake.

-Told ya.

Oh sh*t! We're never gonna make it.

-Relax, we're as good as in.

In deep sh*t, you mean.

Let's see some ID.

-That elevator's really f***ed up.

What does the ''M'' stand for?

-Martha.

Yeah, I'm from the elevator company.

I've been with them for years now...

Run a check on that.

-Yes, sir.

What's in the back?

-Stuff for elevators.

Get out of the car, please.

-You're kidding, it's raining.

It'll ruin my hair.

-Get out of the car and open the back!

F***.

Can't find the right key?

-I'm sure it's gotta be one of 'em.

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