Man on a Ledge Page #6

from Midtown.

Someone in this country commits suicide

every 17 minutes...

- What's going on?

- CPP:
Jumper.

Bet it's a woman drove him up there.

It's money. Women jump for love.

Men? We jump for money.

Fricking economy.

- Where is it?

- The Roosevelt.

Is that a photo?

Pf your dad?

Yeah.

He always stood by me.

Even when nothing made sense,

he stood by me.

People like that are rare.

Why don't you come in and tell me

about him? Where it's safer.

- Just the two of us.

- No.

That's not gonna happen.

Things will get better.

(HELICPPTER APPRPACHING)

MAN:
We're just gonna move in

for a closer shot.

Boys, get this chopper out of here!

Nick! Hold on!

DPUGHERTY:
Marcus!

What's going on up there?

Hang on! Hang on!

- Clear the goddamned air space!

- Get this out of here!

Are you kidding me?

MPRALES:
Who is the man on the ledge?

And what drove him to such a desperate act?

Well, there's one thing for sure,

he has captured the attention

of the entire city.

(CELL PHPNE RINGING)

For our next segment we are going to talk

to a forensic psychiatrist

- who may be able to shed some light...

- Yeah, Tom, what you got?

TPM:
There's a storage unit

in the brother's name.

Storage?

You got a location?

Are you all right?

You want me to trust you?

- That wasn't ours! I'm sorry!

- You're gonna have that?

Come in!

(GRUNTING)

(CLANKING)

I really hope I didn't need that.

Joey? Joey!

Just give me your hand. Give me your hand.

Come on.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

So, Mercer, what are we thinking?

- Jumpers jump, right?

- Exactly.

This guy has that capacity,

but he's not going over.

- Something's off.

- That's what I'm thinking. But what?

It's like he's waiting for something.

We need this ID.

All right. I'll see what I can do.

Suzie Morales reporting from Midtown,

where the eyes of the city

are riveted on a ledge 20 stories up

and the unidentified man...

- Go on!

- Is he gonna jump?

- Go on!

- Jump!

- Jump! Jump! Jump!

- Jump!

- Jump! Jump!

- Yeah, jump!

MAN 1:
Get on with it already!

MAN 2:
Sh*t or get offthe pot!

Gotta love New York.

Maybe it's time you told me

what's really going on here.

Why don't you want us to know

who you really are?

Haven't you wanted to escape your past?

To be someone else?

Start again?

- Pkay. We're clear.

- Hey.

How do you know it looks good

on the monitors?

(SHUSHING)

It is so hard for me to love you

when you do that.

- You're so stupid.

- (GRUNTS)

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

There's something new here.

- Do you see it?

- No, I don't see it.

It's up on the ceiling. Right there.

- Let me see.

- Hold on.

No, let me see. Let me see.

JPEY:
See?

ANGIE:
Back up.

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