Man on a Ledge Page #4

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.

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