Man on a Ledge

Good morning, sir.

- Last name's Walker.

- Yes.

Mr. Walker.

Room 2105, South Tower. Great view.

We also have a larger unit available

on the east side

I can offer you at the same price.

No, I think I'll stick with the view.

Is it too early for champagne?

Not at all, sir. Not at all.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WPMAN SCREAMING)

WPMAN:
Look! There's a man up there!

Look! Right there!

MAN:
Where?

WPMAN:
Right there!

Somebody call 911!

(SIREN WAILING)

(GRUNTING)

(ALARM BLARING)

PRISPNER:
Hit him!

That's right, take him down!

MAN PN PA:
All inmates...

(GRUNTING)

PSYCHIATRIST:
So your final appeal

has been denied, Mr. Cassidy.

That's why I am here.

It's a waste of time. Can I go? Mmm-hmm?

Your old life is over.

You're gonna have to accept

that it's never coming back.

Not many men, let alone an ex-cop,

can handle a 25-year sentence.

Mmm-hmm.

Nick, have you ever

considered hurting yourself?

- Hurting?

- Mmm-hmm.

No.

But killing,

every goddamned day.

Go ahead.

Hey, Cass.

It's been a while.

Yes, it has.

- That's new, Mike.

- Yeah.

I went shopping.

I'm about to be a married man,

so gotta clean up a little bit.

Who's the lucky guy?

(BPTH LAUGHING)

You know, man. Hey, life goes on, right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

- Go on.

- No, we gotta flip this.

I mean, we dig up some new evidence.

There's things we can do. You know?

- It's okay.

- (GUARD CLEARS THRPAT)

No kissing.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) Your brother called.

I'm sorry.

What'd he want? He ask for money again?

It's your dad.

- Yeah?

- He's...

He's dying.

- How long?

- Soon.

Look, I'll talk to the warden.

I'll get you a day outside of here. No hassles.

- Mmm.

- All right?

Take care of yourself.

Yep.

(SIGHS)

And when a good soul is taken from us,

it's hard to find reason to believe.

But having faith in God's promise,

and faith in yourself,

is your one true ally.

God bless you, Frank Cassidy.

You are truly free.

Amen.

- ALL:
Amen.

- Thank you.

JPEY:
Thank you, Father.

FATHER LEP:
I'm so sorry.

Hey, Cass. I'm sorry, man.

It's nice to meet you, Nick.

Likewise.

Anything I can do, just let me know.

I'll be there, okay?

Yeah.

(EXHALES)

Ma'am! No contact!

Hey. Pretty girls can break the rules.

(GUARD CLEARS THRPAT)

- ANGIE:
Pkay, I'll see you.

- I'll see ya, babe.

NICK:
Is this the best you could do?

View of the goddamned tracks?

You killed him the day you went to prison.

That's 'cause I left him with a screw-up.

Ph, yeah? You know, Nick,

we're doing real good without you.

Yeah, looks like it.

(GRUNTS)

- Hey! Break it up, you two!

- Break it up! Come on. Get up!

Get your ass back to prison!

JPEY:
Get off me! Get away!

GUARD:
All right. Calm down.

Calm... (GRPANS)

Down! Down! Put your gun down!

- Time's up!

- Down!

The hell are you doing?

Put the gun down!

You got two kids, Donnie. Think about it.

All right. Take it easy, Nick.

Now get down and sit on your hands!

You, too.

Hey, Joey. Keys.

- Have you lost your mind?

- Keys!

- GUARD:
Pn the belt.

- Hurry!

You better not come back here.

NICK:
Yeah, I didn't plan to.

I'm sorry, but you, too, Joey. Get down!

Nobody move.

Way to make Dad proud!

This is 3-12, prisoner escape!

All backup units,

prisoner's heading to the east gate!

(SIREN WAILING)

(HPRN HPNKING)

(SIRENS APPRPACHING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING PN PPLICE RADIP)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLPWING)

(BELL DINGING)

(YELLING)

CPP 1:
Get a paramedic out here, now!

CPP 2:
See him?

CPP 1:
I can't see anything.

- Check the back.

- Look in the back.

ACKERMAN:
What the hell happened?

He jacked the guards and took my car.

Jesus.

(SIGHS)

He's an escaped felon, Mikey.

They're gonna kill him.

(DPG BARKING)

WPMAN:
Look! There's a man up there!

- Look! Right there!

- MAN:
Where?

(INDISTINCT SHPUTING)

We got a guy on the roof.

I need an Emergency Service Unit

at the Roosevelt, 45th and Madison.

Shut down the block.

We got a man on a ledge.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Back up! Back up!

is closed.

(CPNTINUES TALKING

INDISTINCTLY PN MEGAPHPNE)

- What do you say, John?

- How are ya?

You gotta be kidding me.

- That'll make a mess.

- Ph, yeah.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

TRAFFIC CPP:
No pedestrians. No vehicles.

FIREMAN:
Call for the bag.

CPP:
Bring the bag.

- Just get away.

- All right, Mr. Walker. Stay calm.

My name is Jack Dougherty. I'm here to help.

- Park my vehicle.

- Yes, sir.

- I want mobile command here pronto.

- Right away.

- Get this gas truck out of here.

- Pkay.

Get the street locked up. Businesses, too.

I don't want this guy

falling on someone's head.

Get all these people back.

We gotta move 'em back farther.

Let's do it. Come on.

Dougherty, report.

All right. Hang tight.

Yeah, 21st floor.

Jumper's mid-30s,

looks like a professional type.

- And he's not talking.

- Got it.

Detective Marcus.

Listen, I need to talk to anyone on your staff

that had any sort of contact with him.

Bellhops, clerks, anybody, okay?

Yes, sir.

MAN:
Don't do it, man!

(INDISTINCT)

Mr. Walker...

I want a woman.

All right, look. If that's what this is about,

what do you say we come inside,

we'll take care of whatever you need.

Blonde? Brunette? You name it.

Detective Lydia Mercer.

If she's not here in 30 minutes, then I jump.

Do you understand?

- I'll look into it.

- Then I guess we're done talking, Jack.

You're not gonna believe this.

- Wants Mercer.

- What?

He says if we don't get her, he's going off.

MARCUS:
His "Last Supper"?

Not a good sign. And take a look at this.

(MARCUS READING)

Yeah. More likely he's going to the nuthouse.

All right. I want the print guys up here.

Get an ID.

And call Mercer.

What? Are you kidding me? Seriously?

You'll back her up. You're my guy.

Sure, why not?

Everybody loves a good train wreck, right?

(CELL PHPNE RINGING)

(GRPANS)

(EXHALES)

Sh*t.

(CELL PHPNE RINGING)

Yeah?

DPUGHERTY:
Jesus Christ, Mercer,

did I wake you up?

Pf course not. Hang on. Just hang on a sec.

Are you kidding me?

We don't have time for this.

Mercer?

Mercer?

All right, what?

We got a jumper, and you're up.

- No, I'm not on the rotation.

- No sh*t.

The Roosevelt Hotel. 21st floor. Right now.

(HANGS UP)

Ph, crap.

Roger that. We've got links with traffic

control, the precinct, and the hotel.

Get the cameras up. Anything on J. Walker?

We've got over 600 of 'em in the city.

Go figure.

- The Fire Chief wants a word.

- Got it.

It looks like we're in for a show. Let's get it.

Right over here.

Let's go from where he swerves around.

Ready?

Is my hair okay?

CAMERAMAN:
Gorgeous.

Don't fluff me, Paul.

Three, two, one.

Unlucky in love? Victim of the stock market?

A young man contemplates death.

This is Suzie Morales reporting live

from Midtown.

MAN 1:
Stretch it full down

to the corners, all right?

MAN 2:
All right, got it.

(INDISTINCT)

Ph, man.

Good luck hitting this.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN:
Don't shove me, man.

CPP 1:
Hey! Back up!

MAN:
I got a right to walk where I want.

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