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Just a second. Yeah?

Chip. Am I interrupting anything?

No, well... It's the elevator company.

I did some more checking.

-Yeah, go ahead.

Those computers... based on

chips made from live tissue...

Yeah, the f***ing chips.

-They're still experimenting with them.

I hear ya.

-They're not using dolphins any more.

You're kidding.

-You gotta be careful,

this is some pretty weird stuff.

-The machine's not a machine any more.

What was that? Where are you anyway?

-Ma'am.

Are you still there?

-The company says everything's cool.

Not with us ma'am. Take her inside.

Check the van. -What?

Clear. The van's clear.

One, two three and four.

Stingers?

-Terrorists have airplanes, too.

You don't believe that sh*t now, do ya?

-The President does.

This thing has blown out of proportion.

-These go to the roof?

On the eighty-observation deck.

-You sure this elevator's safe?

I hope for you it is.

I'm not riding it.

These are the last ones?

-Yeah, up you go.

If you see Bin Laden, say hello.

-I will.

Who is this?

-She want enter without identification.

Who are you?

-Elevator mechanic.

And I'm Winnie the f***ing Pooh.

-Looks like. You can call my boss.

I can do better things with my night.

-I'm sure you can.

Everything ok?

-Yeah.

These two go to the roof.

-Only two?

Need more?

-No. It's enough.

See you brought enough ammo.

-Yeah, are they expecting a whole army?

Put 'em there. We'll pick 'em up later.

-Let's go.

You got some coffee up there?

-Coffee, beer, whiskey. 2 strippers.

Ah, at least we've got

something to defend.

One more...

There's no way to override it.

-So leave it.

Ok, chief, it's your building.

-Go! Come on.

One elevator has been activated.

-Impossible. The system's been shut.

Echo one is in position right now.

Copy. Over.

Come on, this way.

Elevator.

I told you they're all out of order.

It's going down. What the....

-61, come.

Contacted the elevator company. The van

was stolen. They didn't send us anyone.

Who are you?

-I told you. Look...

Express elevator is coming down.

-Lock her up.

What? Get off!

Bravo 6, come in, please.

-Bravo 6.

Movement on the 99th. Someone's riding.

-Move out.

Come on, guys, give me a break.

Look out, Libyans!

-F***! Ah, Jesus.

Relax, I was joking.

No, come on! No, what are you doing?

Come on, sir, please. Just...

Damn!

Who's riding that elevator?

We don't know.

-It's going up again.

I thought all power was cut?

-It was.

F***.

-Someone turned the power on.

What? Who turned on the power?

-Probably the same in the shaft.

Don't tell me we've got terrorists here.

-It's stopped on the sixty-second floor.

Get a unit up there. On the double.

Come on, guys, move it.

Hey, hey, what...

-Oh. Jeez!

Let's get the f*** outta here!

Set. Clear.

Fire in the hole.

Clear.

-Let's get up there

and have a look at the situation.

Oh my God!

-What is it? What's going on?

It's alive!

What the hell!

-Get out now!

Come on!

Hey. What's happening?

What the hell? This is crazy.

-What is this, a f***ing light show?

Whoa!

ID, hand it over.

All right. Sorry, sir. Let him through.

Bravo 10. Negative. I can't see

a thing because of the smoke.

Secure.

-Roger.

Well, they got in, that's clear.

Whoa, 'scuse me, 'scuse me, sir.

Can I see some ID, please?

Well, I'll be damned.

-Bravo One, come in, please.

Bravo One.

-Who was that you just checked?

Subject's name is Steinberg. He had

a Federal authorization code red.

Code red?

-Yes, sir. Something wrong?

No, you did the right thing. Maybe

we're not dealing with terrorists.

I hope to hell we are.

-Bravo 9 here. -What is it?

Captain, we got a situation here.

One of our stingers is missing.

The freight elevator stopped on 65.

-I'm going up there. Come on!

Who is that?

Please put it down.

I said, put it down!

Stop it!

Put your hands up.

-Don't be crazy.

You're such a little girl.

You're not gonna shoot me.

Give me the gun.

-I mean it!

You ok?

-Yeah. Thank you.

You're welcome.

What are you doing?

I got him covered.

-It's not for him.

You can't. It's everything

I've ever worked for.

It's my life. It's the future.

Stay where you are.

Get on your face now!

Stay back! I'll kill her!

-Don't be stupid. Drop the gun!

I said, I'll kill her, I swear!

-Enough people have died.

Who are you? I don't know you.

-It's over, Gunther. Just drop the gun.

Mark!

Stand down. Give 'em some space.

Smile. Nice one.

Thank you, guys, for everything.

-Take it easy, ok?

Yeah, I will.

-I'll send you both a print.

Great, thanks.

-And I want the negative.

Sounds like your way of life.

-Ah, just a cautious man.

You still don't trust me, and I never

once mentioned the f***ing chips.

They wouldn't believe that story.

-Terrorists make a good read too.

Oh yeah, really? Like,

''Tower of Death'', the great headline?

That's what Russell thought. He

promoted me to:
Head of Sleaze Affairs.

You must be real happy about that?

-I am.

So what are you gonna do now?

-Find a real job. This elevator thing

is definitely not my style. I'm not too

keep on heights either, doesn't help.

What ha... what happened?

-Oh my...

You pressed the emergency button.

What, what are you doing?

This has been on my mind for a while.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

-You can trust me, I won't let you down.

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