Fourteen Hours Page #2

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to get through?

I've got an important appointment.

I'm late now.

They expect you today, dear,

you'd better walk.

Take it easy. That's it.

- There you are.

- Thank you.

It's all right.

Look at him.

Just like a bug takin' a walk.

Yeah. If I had my M2,

I could knock him off from here clean.

- Get back in your cabs.

- What do you want us to do about it, go straight up?

Keep your hair on and lay off the horns.

You'll never get through.

- If we get a chance, we'll back 'em out.

- Okay, okay!

I should've listened to my old lady

and stood in bed. Who's St. Patrick?

Is this a gag or something?

A guy trying to get a seat for the parade?

It's no gag.

He threatened to jump.

That's a crime, knocking yourself off.

They could throw you in jail.

- What's the matter? Beef with his old lady?

- Nuts, huh?

He's just a kid. Maybe he's a loopy,

but he didn't look like it to me.

- You seen him close up? You was up there?

- Yeah.

- The cop says he was up there with the guy.

- Hey, what did he say?

He said he was gonna jump

and he didn't want to talk to anybody.

Ah, let him. Who cares?

Think of how many guys gets killed in wars.

Nobody stands around watchin' 'em.

Any guy's nuts enough, let him.

He's better off.

Everybody's better off.

I figured on a good day today.

Did you hear this guy?

Here's a guy want tojump down-

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Why don't you people go to work?

Haven't any of you got jobs?

Oh, come on!

We better hurry. We're late now.

Twice already this week

I've been late...

and I don't want any additional

difficulty with Mr. Reisman.

- Come on.

- What if he should jump?

What if we left now,

and he really jumped?

We would still be late to Mr. Reisman.

The important thing with Mr. Reisman

is punctuality.

With him, punctuality is a principle.

Gee, he doesn't look very old.

I wonder what-

what kind of trouble he's in...

what made him so bitter.

Maybe-

Maybe someone was cruel to him...

or maybe he's just lonely.

I suppose you could decide to kill yourself

if you were just lonely enough.

Oh, come on. Let's go!

I- No, I can't.

I wish I could help him.

It's the worst thing in the world

to be lonely.

There must be hundreds of people

like that in New York-

lonely and desperate.

Why don't the police do something?

I heard they can't get hold of him.

Every time they get close,

he says he'll jump.

Excuse me.

I was speaking to my friend.

- She left. She had to go to work.

- Oh.

Well, would you like a mint?

Cinnamon flavor.

No, thank you.

I don't think we're acquainted.

If you're upset about anything,

I'd like to help you.

I'd like to talk to you.

Where's the cop?

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