TIM
Maybe I’ll give a call to get us started.

    TEENAGER
You do that.
    TIM
Hey, Bob, I mean, hi, listen I’m up here on the 99th floor and the elevator seems to be stuck. Yes, I know that...he says there’s a bit of an electrical problem...no, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to this kid here in the elevator with me...that’s right, I’m not alone...Why, I don’t know what he’s doing here...could you just get me down...it’s getting mighty late and I do have that important 12:15 appointment.

(The doors close and we hear the elevator start down. Suddenly there’s a sudden stop. Doors open.)

    TIM
Why’d you go and do that for? Hit the emergency button like there’s some problem?

(Teenager doesn’t speak. He merely rips open his baggy shirt to reveal dynamite strapped to his chest.”

    TEENAGER
Listen and listen good. This just might be your last stop. Do as I say and you get out of this alive.
    TIM
Listen, kid, I don’t know what your problem is...but if you don’t mind, I’ll just get off on the next floor.

(Tim reaches to hit a floor button)

    TEENAGER
Like, no man. I don’t think so. You see, they won’t care if I just die. I’ve got to take someone with me or it will hardly make page three of The Post.