TIM
Great, just what I need to be stuck with in an elevator with a bomb about to go off...some snotty ass gangster with no guts. If I could see you I’d....hey, boy stop your whimpering..help me get to the door at the top of the elevator. I’m going to see if I can climb up the cables to stop the bomb from going off. How the hell I’m going to do that in the dark, I don’t know.

(We hear some banging into walls and floor)

    TEENAGER
DON’T CHOKE ME!
  
     TIM
I’m not trying to choke you! Believe me if I wanted to I could. I’m just trying to feel where you are so that I can stand on your shoulders and reach the trap door. BE STILL....

    TEENAGER

I can’t hold you...I’m going to fall...

(We hear a crash of bodies to the floor)

    TIM
You wanna die, boy? No, then do as I say...we’ve got about six more minutes to disarm that bomb.

    TEENAGER
OK, but how can I trust you to disarm that bomb? Maybe you’ll blow us up six minutes earlier that we have to go...no offense, you don’t seem that bright to me?

    TIM
Listen, kid, just because I didn’t go to no college, just because I ain’t got no fancy high school diploma, don’t mean I don’t know nothin’ about bombs. Bob and me learned all about them. You think I’m dumb? Well, was it dumb to spend two months planning this thing? We read all about it in those mercenary magazines we got at the second hand book store. And how’s this for being smart, we even went to government auctions and bought government surplus items to actually make the bomb, seeing as how we didn’t have much money...not having good jobs or anything...and still we made us a reg-u-la-tion U S Army bomb!