Elevator Page #5
It must runs in the family.
It'll be okay.
- Should I call 911?
Yeah, call 911.
911, what is your emergency?
We're still waiting.
Yes, sir, can you please explain...
Will you come help us?
- What is your location?
Stuck in the f***ing elevator.
- Where are you?
We need help, we need help now.
You must remain calm, sir.
- Well I think I'm remaining calm actually.
We are fell off in a f***ing elevator
with a f***ing bomb!
There are other people
and a goddamn corpse.
Now where are you?
Hold this one on tight.
I'm not a prayer.
- You should be.
If you pray every day,
what good done to you?
If God knows everything, he knows I try to
do the right thing, I dont have to kiss His ass
Yep we need help,
we need help, now.
Could be worse.
- How?
Have you played the Colony, Celine?
- Are you retarded?
Cos I ain't think this is a joke!
Look around, do you think this is funny?
There's a bomb in here that
might kill us any seconds...
And end my baby's life.
I don't know what you think its so
f***ing funny, we're not your audience.
Hey, this is what I do. Some people cry,
some people can angry, I tell jokes.
I talk too much. And to be honest,
yes, I'm annoyed myself.
But does it make any
different to the bomb? No!
I apologize for not the guy
you want me to get stuck with.
I dont want this gig anyway,
I was a last minute substitution.
Do you know the story about of people
lost get on the plane that crashed?
I'm the guy that takes their place.
There...If the bomb goes off now,
I'm happy with those being my last words.
"'Porch, Porsche."
As Don says it does has whiskers.
No.
Guys, it's the bomb-maker.
What's the reason you
decided to come forward?
I thought Mrs. Redding was dead.
This is what she wanted.
She wasn't a terrorist.
She was a good person.
Maybe there's still time
to help these people.
Why did you do something like this?
Why did you make her a bomb?
I was friend with her son, Geoff in Iraq.
We're like brothers, I owed them.
And his mother asked me for help.
Can you tell us more about the bomb?
It was much explosives...
And anybody in the elevator
would be surged.
You mean deadly?
- Yes, sir.
It would be damaged.
- How long do these people have?
It's time to get out of there.
I guess it's within 10 minutes
more less...
- Maureen!
Martha?
Slow down, I'll just put you on speaker.
They've evacuated the building
and the process is not complete.
The bomb squad and the FBI
search the entire building.
And the cops are all over the world.
We have 10 minutes...
Who's that?
It's Celine. We just saw
interview with the bomb-maker.
He says we have 10 minutes.
They know that.
Do they hear the part
about 'more or less'?
Who is that?
- Who cares the f***?
their way the TV ratings.
That's ridiculous!
It has to be bad.
Really? 8 people stuck in
the box, waiting to die?
And what's that?
We need to get outta here.
I'm sorry sweety, I know it must be awful,
but they're doing everything they can.
Hold on.
Yeah, should go with the money,
cos money, money buys salvation.
Martha, I need you to help us.
Keep streaming...
She asked us how much
battery we have left.
Looks like we must do
everything what we can.
We have to be.
Alright, I know things don't look great
right now, but there's a bit of good luck.
- Please George...
I was thinking the elevator dropped, right?
So elevator dropped, how do we know
the doors have been line-up now?
We go look out.
- Ok, I take this side.
Let's do it.
If we can get out, we'll
push Madeline out first.
Get ready, Madeline.
It's all my fault.
- She's ready.
We have to do it the same time.
- Get ready. - Now.
Mohammed...
I can't get any traction cos
of my leg, a bit sting here.
There isn't coming, is it?
Sh*t..
We did get it open before.
We had Don...
And we're dealing with Muhammed's
restless leg syndrome.
And how the f*** do you think
I got this? well you f***ing moron !
- Henry...
We need your help.
Come on.
Henry, you're gonna do this
for Madeline, alright? ok.
Needs to pull really hard that way.
Here we go...
And...Pull!
Pull harder.
Come on.
Sh*t.
We still have a few minutes.
- More less...
So that's it.
This is...this is wanna where
we all...died.
It happens.
This is where it's gonna happen for us.
It's all because...this...
This f***ing pathetic...
woman who can't take
responsibility for her actions.
And because of you.
You dont...you dont give a f***, do you?
You knew those bonds were crap.
Everybody did.
Don memo-ed to me 8 months ago.
We all knew.
But you, you forced us
Barton, you hear me in there?
We need to open the
doors 1 more time.
Well, it's a brick wall,
we can't get out.
I just need to see something first.
- Get it yourself.
It may not be a big deal, but I just
need to open the doors 1 more time, ok? ok?
Ok, everybody everybody, come on, 1 more time.
Henry, I need you.
Again?
- Yes, 1 more time, come on! Pull !
I need something sharp.
Who's got anything sharp?
Something sharp.
This? This is it?
- That's all I've got.
No one has anything else?
What do you expect George?
We're going to a cocktail party.
George, what are you thinking?
- It was Don's idea, really.
But there's room enough to drop
the bomb down the elevator.
How?
- You can cut through metal cable with that.
I know.
- Well then, how?
You can't be serious.
- I told you it was a last resort.
Can do what?
- She's not gonna get any dead-er.
It's all I got.
We have to cut the body in half.
How much time do we have?
How much time do we have?
- It's about 3 minutes.
They are on their way, they're
gonna be here any seconds.
Hold on, hold on, we can't count on that.
Ok listen, George is right.
It's not like she's gonna another different.
- Is that against the law?
F*** the law!
This is our lives we're talking about, ok?
She got us in this situation in the first place.
- She's still a human being...ok?
She was a human being,
now she's a corpse.
Who's gonna do it?
I've done my fair share
volunteering, George.
This is your idea.
I'm not touching this.
I'll help.
I can't do it,
but I'll roll back whoever push.
Ok, okay, I'll do it.
I mean how, how much worse can it get.
Look we just clear the bomb off of her,
drop down the shaft and then we're good.
We're good.
Ok, well, I'll do it.
I'll do it, but we're
all doing it together.
We're all in this together, its like
we're all holding a knife...ok?
Okay?
Mohammed?
Alright, alright.
Ok...
through the back bone or what?
Under the ribs.
Sh*t Muhammed, you're the medic.
- I don't know.
Stomach is softer.
- Just, just do something, just start.
I bet she should not to be held down right?
- I don't think so.
Ok, so...
So, just anywhere, right?
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