Man on a Ledge Page #2

CPP 2:
All sealed off.

(SIGHING) Sh*t.

Mercer.

- You good to work?

- Absolutely, sir.

You'd better be. Get to it.

MARCUS:
Mercer's on her way up.

Enter the Grim Reaper.

(ELEVATPR DINGS)

Mercer.

Welcome back. It's so good to see you again.

Kiss my ass, Jack.

FYI, he asked for you. By name.

What's the scene?

Suicide note. His name is Walker,

but we haven't made him yet.

And he's not talking, other than to say

he's gonna go off in about two minutes.

Two minutes.

- Go get him.

- Two minutes.

- He ask for help?

- No.

- Drunk?

- He doesn't appear to be.

- Wedding ring?

- Nope.

- Demands?

- Just to see your pretty face.

Pne minute!

(SIGHS) Coffee? Please. Don't make me beg.

You got it. But time is a-wastin'.

- Have you processed these yet?

- Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) Another rough night, huh?

(CRPWD SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

Let's go. Tick-tock.

Five!

Four!

Three!

- Two!

- Mr. Walker?

I'm Detective Lydia Mercer.

I understand you asked for me.

(DPPR PPENS)

What brings you out here today?

Aside from the view?

Trust me,

this staring off into the abyss stuff...

It's no good.

Today is the day that everything changes.

Pne way or another.

What's gonna change?

I'm ready to die.

It's important to me that you understand that.

I understand.

Ph, yeah.

Why me, Mr. Walker?

Hmm?

If you're really ready to die,

why'd you bring me up here?

You're famous.

Last month you were with a jumper

on a bridge,

and he died with the whole world watching.

I just wanted to know that I could get

a good crowd for when I go off.

Wow.

Really nice work. Very impressive.

I saw the connection you guys made.

It was nice.

- Clear the room.

- I'm not going anywhere.

My scene. My room. Get out.

You heard her, guys. Let's go.

Way to keep your cool. Nicely done.

I'll give you five minutes.

We're getting a lot of static

from the store owners.

Do I care? I mean, get more crowd control,

all right. Don't break my balls about this.

The street stays closed till I say it's safe.

You got any friends or family

you want me to call for you?

No.

My father's dead.

Is that why you're out here?

In a way.

Do you want to talk about it?

You know, this job of yours...

It's a pretty grim way to make a living.

I prefer to focus on the people I help.

I'm hoping you're one of 'em.

You got a lot of friends on the force?

Enough.

I bet you're not too popular

with the boys' club.

(CHUCKLES)

TPM:
Yeah, it's him. No doubt.

- Anything at JFK?

- No.

Anything at the borders?

No, he's not gonna make a mistake like that.

- Tom, listen.

- Yeah, what?

I want you to look through all

the cell phone and credit card records.

Nick and Joey Cassidy.

Okay. Right.

Anything reoccurring, anything unusual.

You run it through me.

All right.

I want to find him first.

I'd sure appreciate it

if you kept the gloves on.

Five minutes up already, huh?

I didn't ask for this, Detective.

You back me up. Are you in or out?

In or out? I'm in.

Let's go, guys.

I'll tell you what, Monica.

MPNICA:
(PN SPEAKERPHPNE)

Uh-huh. I'm listening.

I'll host a dinner for the Gold Circle patrons

and their families.

David, I don't know what to say.

That would be incredibly generous.

- Well, it's for the children's wing, right?

- Right. Yeah.

I mean,

in this economy, that's the least I could do.

You're a dream. I knew I could count on you.

- Yeah. Pf course.

- Thanks.

Pkay. Good. Bye.

Mr. Henry is here, sir.

What is it, Ted?

There's a problem.

- Not today there isn't.

- I've taken care of the planning commission.

It's the councilman.

It's too much of a risk

if they tie that money to me.

Look. I'll talk to Frank,

see if he has someone who can...

David, please.

- What's this?

- It's a gift. I'm sorry.

Ph.

You know, when I sold my first building,

the bank sent over four hookers,

a pound of cocaine,

and then they flew us all to Paris

on their private jet.

Now that was a gift.

Tell me it's done, Ted. Hmm?

Tell me it's done!

Thank you for the watch.

He gave me a $100 tip on a $240 tab.

Can you imagine that?

- It is the most important meal of the day.

- Yeah.

Anything else unusual you noticed?

He's got honest eyes.

- You can tell a lot about a man by his eyes.

- My mother used to always say that.

Marcus, get this.

The techies didn't find a single print.

They did the whole place?

A little strange, don't you think?

Tell Mercer.

Yeah, be my pleasure.

(INDISTINCT)

Hey. You want a smoke?

No.

- Mr. Walker...

- What?

I know you're desperate. I can see that.

But I also know this isn't a normal suicide.

I don't know what's going on here.

But I can tell you, these people down here,

they don't care about you.

They want you to jump.

That's why they're here.

But I do care.

JPEY:
(PVER RADIP TRANSMITTER)

Nick, can you hear me?

Is this thing working yet?

And I'm asking you to help me understand

what's going on.

We're here, we're here, we're here.

Just don't freak out.

I asked for you, because I needed someone

I could count on.

Someone I could trust, 'cause, chances are,

this ain't gonna end well.

It doesn't have to be that way.

That's your choice.

My choice? My only choice is easy.

All right? To jump or not to jump.

- This is gonna come down to your choice.

- I don't understand what that means.

You're late!

Midtown's totally grid-locked, bro.

Yeah. And you're the one person

in Manhattan who knew it would be.

You ready?

All right, let's go.

In breaking news, we have just learned

that the negotiating officer is Lydia Mercer.

- Are you kidding me with this?

- As you may recall, she was widely criticized

- for her questionable handling...

- What? It's the news.

...of last month's tragic incident

on the Brooklyn Bridge,

where a young officer lost his life.

- One has to wonder about her suitability...

- I'm sorry. Roy, turn that off.

I hate this b*tch.

Yeah, well, people love a celebrity, right?

I don't sleep since that happened.

It replays over and over in my mind.

I understand. I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

No prints, no name, no credit card.

Who does that, Dougherty?

Pbviously somebody with a history, right?

Why don't I have the guys

go look at some mug shots?

And you get back to the EDP.

The investors are running

about 30 minutes behind.

There's a jumper on the building

and traffic's a mess.

Why don't these people

just shoot themselves in the head?

Pvernight time locks go down

in two minutes.

Would you try and relax?

- Everything's in place.

- Yeah? Everything but you.

Angie, grab this.

Catch.

How you doing way up there?

Hey, Angie. Tell Joey to relax.

I can see his leg shaking from here.

Anyone who creates traffic like this

in Midtown should be shot.

I couldn't agree more, ma'am.

Are you hoping he jumps

in time for the morning shows?

- No!

- I give him an hour.

- I'll take the under.

- Fifty bucks.

Make it $100. Let's go.

Hey, you see me?

Yeah. I gotcha.

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