Man on a Ledge Page #2

- 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.

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,

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