Downtime (1997) - full transcript

Former police psychologist Rob helps to save young Chrissy when she is about to commit suicide by jumping of 21st-story balcony with her 4-year-old son Jake. When he persuades her to go on a date, they are trapped with Jake and old Pat in an elevator because a drunken gang crashed into the elevator's engine room.

[suspenseful music]

[helicopter thrumming]

[dramatic music]

[sirens wailing]
[people chattering]

[police radio chattering]

- So if you'll excuse
me, I'll now be escorting

our newly arrived representative
up to the woman's flat,

where we expect a
very speedy resolution

to this whole
unfortunate affair.

Thank you.
[crowd chattering]

Excuse me, excuse me.
- Come on, stand back!

- Come here any time of any
day and this place is dead.

Come here when
someone's about to die,

and the place wants to party.

- [Announcer] We're
surrounded by EMTs-

- What the fuck's all that
noise out there, man, Jimmy?

- [Announcer] There's
a huge crowd down here.

There must be a couple
of hundred people.

[helicopter thrumming]

[suspenseful music]

- [Announcer] The
woman, Chrissy Long, 26,

is understood to
have been standing

out there for
nearly 2 hours now.

- Chrissy?


That's Rosie, man.

You stupid fucking
sod, that's Rosie!

Jesus Christ!

Come on, up!

- A constable?

You've got a constable
talking to her?

What's he saying, you know,

"Look at all the things
you've got to live for?"

You can't just talk these
cases down like that.

- That's why you're here.

- Any wonder she
wants to kill herself.

Look at the state of this place.

It's falling apart.

- The whole building
is condemned.

there's only 10
families left in it,

And that's because

they can't find anywhere
else to place them.

[group chattering]

- Just tell her
you love her, fuck.

- She's only 15, and I
don't love her anyway, man!

- Aye, I know, but
fucking tell her so then,

- Fuck her or else
you want, man.

- She's on holiday though
with her mum and dad,

so I can't tell her, can I?

- Rob, look.

I know you won't wanna do this,

but there is no one
better at face-to-face.

- You're right, I
don't wanna do this.

- No.

- Mike, employed to build
the Empire State building

was a tribe of Indians
called the Mohawk

from a small reservation
near Montreal, why?

Because they have
no fear of heights.


I'm from a small
semi near Whitley Bay

and I'm shit scared of them.

[helicopter thrumming]

- Hey lads, weren't
he fucking daft

to tell her in the
first place, eh?

- Jacko, man, she
said she didn't mind!

She said I could get off
with anyone I wanted to!

- That's right, like, man.

She said she didn't mind, like.

- Aye, ask Hammy, he was there!

- Give him a break, man, Jacko.

She's only 15, isn't she?

- I told you that!

- I know, you shite!

- I'm not telling, well, that's
like kind to them, innit?

[both laughing]

- Just tell her you love her.

You fucking love it!

- She's on holiday
with her mum and dad!

[both laughing]

- [Radio Announcer]
There's people coming in

and going out all the time.

It must be really cold up there

and it looks like
it's going to rain.

[thunder rumbling]

- Hello.

Hi, Jake.

- Who the fuck are you?

- It's a bit chilly
here, isn't it?

Are you gonna jump?

- Ma, don't!

- Amazing really isn't it?

We're not better equipped
to deal with the cold.

Do you realize, if
we lived on the moon

we'd die of frostbite
every night.

- If we lived on the moon
you could fuck off now

'cause I'd step off
here and float 'round.

But right now we're on the
earth and I'm gonna die.

- No, no, no, no,
no, that's not right,

you're not meant to jump.

I'm only here
because my mate said

that only one in
40 suicide attempts

is actually carried through.

But, she says she's gonna jump!


excuse me, don't
jump while I'm gone.

- [Radio Announcer]
I can't say right now

where or or why he's gone.

- He's leaving her!

He's just left her.

- I can fucking hear that, man.

- I think she's gonna
go, and take the kid.

- No, let us through,
she's my friend!

- It's all right,
it's all right,

I know her.

Mrs. Mulcahy, come through.

Wait here, please, please.

[inhaler puffs]

[group chattering]

[rain pattering]

- Great, still here?

You know why?

- Why what?

What this time?

- Why you'll fall and
puree on the pavement?

- Stun me.
- Gravity.

- No shit.

- Yep, it's a universal
force of attraction

which affects all bodies.

- Yeah?

Doing fucking wonders
between us two!

- Which, which, of course,
Isaac Newton discovered

when the apple fell on his head.

- Is this it?

Is this the last human voice
I'm gonna hear before I go?

You droning on
about fucking fruit?

- You know what
else he discovered?

- Are you trying
to bore me down?

- Calculus.

And cat flaps.

And cloth and cows and
Capstan, full strength.

- What?

- Well no, actually,
no he didn't.

But, but it's true.

Isaac Newton
discovered cat flaps.

Nice one, Ike!

Why do you want to die, Chrissy?

- Because.


There is no end to this!

There's no end to coming home
and finding those bastards

have taken me and
my son's clothes,

our shoes, our beds,
for fuck's sake!

We've tried.

We've all tried stopping
it, but it's getting worse.

It's got to, like,
I'm not just sacred

when I go out now, you know?

I'm more scared of coming home

and finding those
bastards here in me home!


I don't wanna die.

I just don't wanna
live any more.

And it's my choice!

It's my life!

- Well, what about
your son's life?

Are you gonna kill your son?

Is that your choice too?

- Fuck off!

If I go, I'm not leaving Jake
in this place without me.

Kill my son?

Fuck off!

Go on, go!

You've been very good.

Aye, but I'm still gonna go!

- [Jake] Mum, don't do it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, okay, you're
right, I mean, I can see.

It must be hard to come in now.

It takes guts to
admit you're wrong.

- I think it'll take a lot
more guts to go and jump.

- Absolutely, now,


Now, Eskimos have got guts.

They've got this,

this ritual in their
culture where the youths

have to kill the elders.

Now that takes guts!

I know.

I mean, see it's good

because it gets rid of
all the old, the unwanted,

all the unimportant
people in society.

- Are you saying
I'm not important?

- No, no, you're saying
you're not important.

You're gonna kill yourself.

You're gonna jump?

- You're saying I can die

'cause I'm not as
important as you?

- Are you gonna jump?

[suspenseful music]

Are you gonna jump?

[rain pattering]

Chrissy, are you gonna jump?

Or are you gonna come on in?

Are you gonna come on home?

[suspenseful music]

- Go on, Jake.

Go on!

- Come on, Jake.

There we go.

Come on, Jake.

Good boy.

- Come here, pet.

[Chrissy sobbing]

- Come on, come on.

All right, come on.

[crowd murmuring]

Come on.

[Chrissy screams]
[dramatic music]

- Help me!

- Rob?
[Chrissy screams]


Watson, Jones, go now!

[Chrissy screams]

[dramatic music]

[both groaning]

- [Mike] What, Jesus!

[Watson groaning]

- No!

[dramatic music]
[Chrissy screams]

- [Mike] Come on,
that's it, come on.

[Chrissy sobbing]

[Mike breathing heavily]

[rain pattering]

- I have now made it
up to Miss Long's flat

where I'm speaking to a
neighbor, Jan Mulcahy.

Mrs. Mulcahy, I understand
you and Miss Long are friends.

- Yes, we are.

- Kevin!
- Your mom.

- WAVE, Women Against

What we've seen tonight
is not surprising.

There's only 10 families
left in this tower block,

and most of those are too
scared to leave their flats.

There's robberies every day.

And most of the crime

is committed by two families
and the kids they recruit.

Those people are the Graingers,

and then down here
we have the Hursts.

Their sons Jacko and Dave.

[footsteps thudding]

[door slams]

- Door, you little bastard!

- What the fuck was
Mom playing at, eh?

She's dead now, you know!

Jacko's gonna fucking kill her!

[slurps coffee]

[quiet radio chatter]

[light instrumental music]

[quiet radio chatter]

[suspenseful music]

- [whispers] Jimmy!



[Jimmy grunts]


[Jimmy's head thuds]

[flames crackling]

[Jan screams]

[flames roaring]

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

- I dreamt about her last night.

- No, really?

Wow, well go and
see her later on.

- What?

That's unethical.

- Ethics?


- Come on, Michael.

When was the last time you
and I asked someone out?

- Forecast says rain later on.

So why don't you pack up
now and go and see her?

- I don't mind a bit of rain.

- Well, I'm off
if it rains again.

- Listen, Mike, if it hadn't
have rained yesterday,

I think you'd have
had two more dead

to add to your statistics.

She was gonna go.

It's just, it's just
when it rains you think,

"My perm's gone, I need a bath,

"I think I'll kill
myself tomorrow."

I survive because
I do not struggle

against the water's
superior power.

- I think the general
gist of that is,

when it rains wise men
pack up and go home.

Go and ask her for a date.

Take a little gift.

And then meet me in the Pike
and Reel for a celebration.

I bet you'll have a great time.

[thunder rumbles]

- Fuck off!

- I haven't said anything yet.

- I said fuck off, copper!

- Chrissy, I'm not the police.

I've not been with the
force for three years now.

- Then who the fuck are you?

- Well, I occasionally
work for them nowadays.

Sort of psychological
and cultural consultant.

I help in hostage situations.

- [Chrissy] Loony situations.

- No, well, I mean...
- Look, look, Mom.

- No, it's more the sociology

of the environmental
that I tend to...

- Oh, so you study
us like poor people?

- No!

- Well, tell me, copper,
what would you say if it was

a middle class situation, eh?

Do you say, "Go on, shoot,
I haven't studied you yet.

"Jump, I don't
understand you properly."

'Cause that's what
you did to me.

Aye, you may as well have
for all you did after I fell.

- I'm sorry, all right?

I came, I came to say I'm sorry.

I get, I was scared.

I get scared in
those situations.

I shouldn't have even been doing
the job in the first place.

But is it so unreasonable

to leave helping you
to somebody else?

- Well, yes!

'Cause, like, everyone
else who comes here,

basically you were just
looking after yourself!


- [Jake] Bye!

[thunder rumbles]

[footsteps clicking]

[door slams]

Come on, Jake.


Pat, are you going home?

- Rosie, I'm off home.

- You'll have to walk up
to the next floor, Pat.

[speaking loudly]
You'll have to walk up

to the next floor, Pat,
it won't stop here.

- I'm getting the stairs, Rosie.

- Come on you.

Hey you.

[knocking on door]

- Hiya, you okay?
- Wet.

- Go through to the bedroom.

- You okay, baby?
- No. I don't want to be wet.

- You're all wet!

- [Jake] Hey.

- [Chrissy] Hey.

[Jake chattering]

- Fucking hell, Jan.

Are you okay?

When was it, last night?

Not after the radio?

Fucking bastards.

Fucking bastards!

- Nearly all our clothes.

And all Jimmy's shoes.

He's only got his slippers left.

I just can't afford
any new ones.

It's getting worse, Rosie.


[suspenseful music]

He got it this morning.

He just got up and got
it, fuck knows where.

And old mate from one of
the sites, I don't know.

I swear, Rosie, if it happens
again, he'll shoot them.

[door slams]

- I won't tell you again, Kevin.

- Aye, man.

[door slams]

[door thuds]

- Where have you been?

Your mother's
waited half an hour

to serve your dinner for you.

Where have you been, eh?

- You can have me dinner!

- I don't want your dinner!

You'll eat it with us!

- It's okay, pet, we'll save it.

- But it's not okay, is it?

Because, look, he's
banged the door

and the picture's
gone crooked again!

That's the last time!

You understand now?

- [Kevin] Great!

- Where have you been?

This morning, eh?

- Look, man, Jim.

We can move the picture.

- We won't!

- Where have you been?

- I'm going out in a minute!

- I don't care.

Where have you been?

- Jimmy.
- Leave it, pet!

- Look, we can fix it.

- We won't fix it!

It'll stay there and he'll
stop banging the door!

And he'll eat his
dinner with us.

And he'll get out and
he'll get a fucking job!

- Where do you want me, man?

In the house or out the house?

I want you out the
house and earning.

- What?

Like you?

[hand slaps]

[door slams]

- Kev, man, head on.

Kev, man, the lift.

- Look, they don't stop here.

The doors are fucked
on both of them.

[footsteps thudding]

[door clicks shut]

- You all right?

What are you thinking about?

[light instrumental music]
- That bloke.

No, nothing.

- You better get yourself back.

[light instrumental music]

[Jake yawns]

He saved your life, Rosie.

- Yeah.

And what sort of life is it?

[rain pattering]

[intercom buzzing]

- Chrissy, please, just hear me.

- Fuck off!

[door slams]
- Ow!

Oh jeez, Chrissy, I
came to apologize!

Jesus Christ!

Chrissy, I've had enough now.

[water splashing]

This is gonna need something.

- What about a glass of milk?

- Milk?

- It's got calcium
for the bones.

Well, it's more of a
longterm answer, really.

I've got some Dettol.

Shall I put some on?

- No, I don't like doing that.

- No, I'll do it.

- Yeah, but you
don't have to live

with the pain though, do you?

Listen, Chrissy.

I do know what it's like
to feel like shit, okay?

32 months ago and 10 days I
lost a son, asthma attack.

26 days after that
my wife left me

because she couldn't
stand the thought

that another of
her children would

catch asthma from their daddy.

- Fuck off!

What's this?

A competition to see who's
had the most depressing life?

Right, well, okay.

When I was 12, I used to
hear me mother's cries

as my daddy beat
her up at nights.

How's that?

Your turn again.


- I don't want to
argue with you.

I don't believe in
fighting fire with fire.

- Why did you come back here?

- Why did you let me in?

- 'Cause you'd hurt yourself.

I didn't wanna see ya.

You came 'round.

I'm going out!

- Going out, that's,
that's why I came back!

Will you go out with me?

- What?

- On a, on a date.

[Chrissy exhales]

You know, a meal or something?

Jeez, I don't know.

- Look, I let you in, I
helped you with your hand.

I don't need your
fucking pity in return!

Pat, where are you going?

- Rosie, my girl, I'm
taking the stairs this time.

- No, look, you
don't understand.

- Pat!

I'm not some single mother
who was dumped on by the guy.

I decided not to marry him

because unlike most of
the girls at the factory,

I could see the difference
between a wedding

and a marriage, all right?

Pat, where are you going?

- I'm buying peas today.

- [sighs] Jesus, fine.

I didn't mean it like that.

- Don't swear in
front of the bairn.

- What?

- Don't swear in
front of me kid.

Pat, Pat, not by
the stairs, man.

In the lift this
time, it's coming.

- How can you say that?

Every time I come here
you tell me to fuck off!

- A fuck is not
religious, is it?

Not like Christ or Jesus.

I don't take the Lord's
name, do I, like you?

Pat, you know you can't manage
all those stairs anymore.

In the lift this time with me.

Will you stop standing
there and staring at us

as if it stops me
shouting at ya?

- No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, sorry.

I'm, I'm actually
genuinely surprised.

I hadn't realized
you were religious.

- Oh yeah, I was very young
when I found Jesus in my life.

I found him hiding underneath
a pew when I was four.

Except, of course,
he wasn't Jesus,

he was just an old,
purple handkerchief.

I was a very bored kid with
a hyperactive little mind.

Pat, go on.


Are you coming?

- To the shop, on a date?

All right.

Only if you let
me buy you a milk.

[elevator rumbling]

- Don't do this.

What the fuck did
you do that for?

You better at pushing little
fucking buttons, are ya?

- Great looking fucking
Madonna look alike, all right?

So I give it all the lines, then

She goes "Fuck off, you wanker!"

- Fuck off you wanker!

Proper posh voice, you know?

- Aye, but tits and
arse, the lot, right?

- Tits, arse, fucking legs
right up to her, bum, mate.

- So, so, so, "Fuck
off, you wanker!"

So, I've gone, "Aye, tonight
I am a wanker, thanks to you."

[both laughing loudly]

- Thanks to you, man,
that's fucking funny that!

- Ma, you press it this time.

- "Tonight I'm a wanker
thanks to you," Johnny.

Do you not get it, Johnny man?

What's the matter, boy?

Have you not started
wanking yet, eh?

[group laughing loudly]

- [stutters] Fuck off, Jacko!

I've been wanking
since I was 12.

- Well, you must be
fucking [stutters] tired!

[group laughing loudly]

Oh aye, where the
fuck have you been?

What's that mark there?

- Me dad hit it.

- Your dad hit ya?

Your dad's a soft shite but,
never fucking hit me, did he?

Nah, that's 'cause I'd
have fucking killed him.

I just pushed him
and he fell over.

Your mom and dad got what
they fucking deserved.

- Anyway, she goes, "Aye,

"and you can wank all
the way to the bank."

[laughing loudly]

I, I don't know why like.

Doesn't mean nowt.

- I mean it rhymes,
but it's like crap.

- I'm just, sorry,
I've got wide feet.

Really sore, unless
I wear sandals.

Or gray socks for some reason.

Can I, can I take?

- No.

- Rosie, why are
we not there yet?

- Roy's coming, just wait.

- [Man On Television] Didn't
complete the game card.

Well, I can tell
you that we actually

got the game card
and checked it.

- And you didn't win.
- No!

- [laughs] I had
to tease you there.

But I can now give you a
check for 1,000 pounds.

Well done, Jason.
- Thank you. Thank you.

[audience applauding]

- It's all right, Rosie.

We're going soon.

- Chrissy, why does he
keep calling you Rosie?

- Rob, after 30 years
of building roads

Pat here is only
deaf, not senile.

Rosie was my nickname
in the factory.

- Why?

- Because, well, 'cause, well,

I was the only one who
didn't have a nickname.

Well, one day me
sister turned up,

and she's like really
fat, big bones,

and someone said we looked
like Roseanne and her sister.

- Yeah, but surely that
makes her Roseanne and you...

- Can't remember her
sister's name, can ya?

Neither could they.

You keep looking at
your watch, don't ya?

- Yeah, I'm, I'm supposed to
be meeting a friend quite soon.

- A friend, right, what time?

There you go again.

That won't tell you when
you're meeting him, will it?

- Good friend is he, she?

- Not bad.

[electronic beeping music]

- That lift thing
hasn't moved in ages.

- Aye, I know.

- That's 'cause it's stuck, man.

Look at the light.

- How does he know that?

- Jacko's a fucking expert, man.

- Fucking expert, aren't ya!

- Aye.

- How the hell like?

- 'Cause me brother taught
us how to the move lifts,

so as you can ride
on them and that.

- Aye, you can
fucking ride on them?

- Aye, you can fucking control
them, if you want, you know?

From right at the top or
the lift or that board 'ere.

Aye, watch this, man.

You just flip these
switches, right?

Me brother fucking
smashed that up, right?

And the machine doesn't
know what it's doing.

The whole lift just crashed.

Just fell!

[bottle shatters]
- Jesus!

- All right, Jacko,

show them what you
showed me, man, go on.

- Right, you just flick
these switches here.

- [Man On Television] And
that's "Lucky Letters"

done for this Wednesday night.

Now what with the jackpot.

- I'm sorry, insomnia this time.

Asthma, recurring nightmares.

It's a bad mix, I've
tried everything.

I got this book once,
"Better Beddy Byes,"

which I tried reading at night.

[Chrissy giggles]

But, what?

- Is that a joke?

- Actually no,
it's a true story.

Which I used to, I
used to tell as a joke

until I decided it
wasn't very funny.

Because lots of people read
books before going to sleep.

Lots of people read
books about insomnia.

Therefore lots of
people must read books

about insomnia before
going to sleep.

- And that makes it not funny?

- Well, it makes it less funny.

- You analyze
everything, don't you?

- Yeah well, I have time.

I don't sleep.

[elevator rattling]

What's that?

[sparks hissing]
[group cheering]

- I told ya!

- It's moving.

- It's not man, it's...

Jake, stay there!

- Chrissy, what is it?

What's doing that?

- Come on, come on!
- Oh yes!

[sparks buzz loudly]
- Oh yes!

[elevator rumbling]

[sparks buzz loudly]
- Yes, come on, again!

- Go on like.

[group chattering]
- Come on, again!

[sparks buzzing loudly]

Jesus Christ!

- All right, lads
fucking have it!

[sparks buzzing loudly]

- Hey, go on, Jacko hit the top.

[group cheering]

- Mom?
- It's okay, Jake, it's okay.

[group shouting]

- Kev, man?

[light buzzing]
- Rosie?

Rosie, I'm gonna go.

- What does he mean, go?

What is it?


- Come on, lads!

- It's them fucking kids!

[light buzzing]

Fucking less it, you bastards!

Pat's in here!

[elevator rumbling]

[Pat gurgling]

- Jesus Christ!

[sparks buzzing loudly]

- Watch it, Jacko!

[Pat gurgling]
- Chrissy, he's epileptic!

Jesus Christ!

What are we gonna do?

- Get out the door!
- What?

[elevator rumbling]
[Pat gurgling]

[group cheering]

- Get out the doors, now!

- What, now?

[elevator crackling]

[energetic music]

[elevator rumbling]

[Jacko yells]


[dramatic music]

- Fucking aye!

[group shouting]

[elevator grinding]

- We've stopped.

- Kev, man, don't be daft.

- No, go on, go on.

[bottle clatters]

[suspenseful music]
[footsteps clicking]


- Fuck that, man.

[suspenseful music]

[flame roaring]
[explosion rumbles]

- Shit!

Out me way, man.

Get out!

[flames roaring]

[light crackles loudly]

- [shouting] Help!
- Please, someone.

- Is there anybody there?
- Help!

Help me!

Where are you?


[flames roaring]

- What we gonna do?

- Wait, we'll find them.

[flames roaring]

[footsteps thudding]

[cat meowing]

[electricity hissing]

[elevator rumbling]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

[door scraping]

Come on, come on, come on.

Just wait.

Come on, baby.

Oh, Jesus.

- [Chrissy] Well, are you
getting out this time?

- Well, if this thing
moves while I'm up there,

I'm gonna be fucking severed.

- Well that's funny that,

'cause that's what
me mam would say.

You know, if I was doing
something dangerous or silly.

"Don't do that, Christine,
you'll be fucking severed!"

- Really?
- No, Rob, you're going.

- Jesus!

Let me get a grip.

Hang on, hang on.

It would be a lot easier

if someone hadn't broken
my hand an hour ago.

[metal clanging]
[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

[Rob panting]

Quick, Chrissy!


- Fucking hell, Rob.

I just need to...

- Jesus!

No, no, don't, don't push!

Don't push, I'm coming back in.

- [Chrissy] Right!

[metal clanging]
[Rob yells]

I'll pull.

- Chrissy!

- I'm pulling!
- I can't breathe, Chrissy!

- [Chrissy] I'll
push, I'm pushing!

- I'm gonna die!
- I'm pulling!

[dramatic music]
[both yelling]

- Thanks.
- Don't swear!

- Sorry.

- Right, come on.
- What?

- Pat.

- What, you still want me to?

[suspenseful music]

[explosion hisses]

- Quick, go!

[metal scraping]

- Chrissy!


[Chrissy screaming]



- Yeah, we're okay.

- Hang on, let me go for help!

Hang on!

Come on, come on.

Where is everybody?


Oh, come on, come on!

[Rob knocking]

- Do the shopping by yourself,

I've got no shoes!

- You can wear your
sodding slippers!

- Hello?

- I've got no bloody shoes!

- Come on!

- Fuck off!

[door slams]

[elevator clangs]

- Rob, this thing's going!


- Yeah, Chrissy!

It's okay.

I'm, I'm gonna get
us out of this.

- What does he mean, us?

- I'll be there!

[footsteps thudding]

Hang on!

- He's a silly man, isn't he?

[dramatic music]

- I'm level with you now.

- What's wrong?

- I can't seem to...

Get the...

- My hero.

- It looks like it needs

some kind of key or
rod or something.

Fucking what?

Fucking watch!

- [Chrissy] What the
fuck are you doing?

[Rob yells]

- I'm coming in there, Chrissy.

You just...

- Rob!

Oh, yeah, Rob, don't worry.

We'll hang on.

Me and the team.

[suspenseful music]

- Chrissy!

There's some sort of
control unit on the roof.

- Yeah?

Well, just forget
the fucking subtitles

for the hard of hanging
on and get us out of here!

[Rob breathing heavily]

[metal creaking]

Right, right.

I am now...

Descending the shaft!

[metal creaking]

I'm coming!

[Rob breathing heavily]

- No, it's okay, darling.

- Chrissy, did you know that

there's a tribe of Indians

that have no fear of heights?

- Really?

- Lucky sods, I reckon.

[elevator rumbling]

- How the fuck do you
know these useless things?

- It's, it's a friend
who gets them all

from this "Believe
It or Not" book,

like the kind that you keep
in your downstairs bog.

- Not if one hasn't
got a downstairs.

Hey, what the fuck
are you doing, eh?

I thought you were
getting us out!

- Yeah, don't worry!

[metal rumbling]

[Rob yells loudly]

Oh, Christ!

- Rob, Rob!

Don't be hurt, Rob.

Please don't be hurt.

Don't hurt, Rob.

[metal clanging]


- Oh, shit!

[yelling] Shit!

[elevator cable creaking]

- Rob, are you hurt?

- Hey.
- Where are ya?

- It's okay, I'm here.

It's okay.

[metal creaking]

No, it's not okay.

In fact, it's very not okay.

In fact...

[Rob panting]

All right.

Oh, jeez, I'm panicking.

Come on, Robert.

You are pot hero.

Just add water,

and say goodbye to all
those perilous situations.

Buy two, get one. [panting]

[asthma inhaler clatters]

[Rob shuddering]

[metal creaking]

- Okay?

[flames roaring]
[bottles clattering]

[suspenseful music]

- I'm nearly there!

Are you okay, Jake?

[elevator rumbling]

- [Jake] Yes.

- That's a yes.

[suspenseful music]
[Rob breathing heavily]

- Chrissy!

Get to the doors of the lift.

There's room for you all
to get out to the roof.

- Why, what's going on?

- You'll have to
hand Jake to me.

[elevator rumbles]

Right, hello.

- What are you doing?

Well, why do I have to
hand Jake up to you?

- Because this lift is gonna go!

Come on!

- Well, Pat.

Pat's never gonna
make it up there!

- Yes he will, Chrissy.

Please, come on!

Come on!

Just hand Jake to me, Chrissy!

Then we'll get you out.

Come on!

[metal clanging]

Come on!

- No, not without me.

- In a minute, Chrissy!

Please, just pass Jake to me.

[dramatic music]

Come on, Chrissy!

Good boy.

You just sit there.

Good boy.

Now, come on!

- Pat!

- Now, Chrissy!

[Chrissy groaning]

Go and sit between
the lift shafts.

Pat, Pat, Patrick.

Is it Patrick?

- Patrick, Patrick Mulcahy.

- Patrick Mulcahy.


- [Chrissy] He can't hear you.

You'll have to shake him.

- I'm afraid of doing that.

Patrick, come on!

[elevator creaking]

- Rob!

[elevator creaking]


- I'm shaking him,
I'm doing that!

He's not responding.

- No, no, not that.

- What?

- [stutters] There's
something happening.

Above us where all the
wheels and things are.

[metal clanging]

[flames rumbling]

- Get out of there quick!


- I'm not gonna go
without Patrick.

- Get out now!

- No, I'm gonna try.

- Come on!

- Look, you're the one
who wanted the hero, okay?

So just shut up!

Look, Pat!

[Pat mumbles]

He's with us, he's back.

- Oh, thank you.

- Come on!
[Pat mumbles]

Come on, Pat!


Come on, come on!

Are you okay?

Look, I've got to
get you up there.

- Hurry up with him.

[elevator clangs]

- I, I have to...

[metal scraping]

- Rob!

Get out, now!

- It's all right, son.

I know what you're saying.

Off you go.

[metal clanging]

- Come on, Pat, quickly.

Give me your hand, quickly!

- I can't push with
these legs, son.

- It's okay, Pat.

[flames roaring]
[metal clanging]

- It's not okay!

Right, come on.

Leave him.

- I can't do that.

Yes, you can.

It's gonna be too
far in a minute.

Rob, please!

- Pat, once more.

Two, three!

Pat, push, you bastard!

You bastard, push!

- Rob, please!

[metal clanging]

[flames roaring]

- [Man On Television] Come
on you, buck up your ideas.

Okay, Jason, well done.

Now we're gonna chat later

about what you're gonna
do with the money, okay?

[water sprinkling]
[lighter flicking]

[flames roaring]

[glass shatters]

[glass tinkling]

- [Rob] Where the
fuck is everyone?

Didn't anyone hear that?

- [Chrissy] What do you
expect, the fucking cavalry?

The building's empty.

- Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- [Jake] Is Pat all right?

[Chrissy sobs]

[door clatters]

- I'm sorry.

- I know you are.

[tea kettle hisses]

[water splashing]

- You did everything
you could, Rob.

- Rupert,

my son.

He died in my arms.

Not metaphorically, literally,
in my arms of asthma.

Not breathing.

And for four pretty fucking

wonderful years that
kid would look up at me

and think that there was,

there was nothing I couldn't do.

Until one day there
was something,

one thing that I couldn't do

and that was save his life.

And I did everything I could

but it wasn't good
enough then either.

And ever since the most
depressing thing has been

that I don't think

that he understood how much that

I loved him.

- Well, did you tell him?

- Well, yeah. I told him.

Of course I told him but he,

he was four, you know?

When I said "I love you", he,

he just thought that's
dad being soppy.

That's what Mommy says.

Dad says, "Hey chum, come here."

Wrestled with him.

"Hey chum, come here."

It's the words we use.

The words we use.

- "You cloth eared cat."

That's what me mom would say.

"Don't do that you
cloth eared cat,

"or you'll be fucking
severed," she'd say.

Ah, she was funny, me mom.

No, she wasn't funny.

She was a sad woman actually.

I remember I asked
her once, just once,

why she put up with me dad
and his ways, you know?

And one day she had enough.

And she killed him!

I swear to God.

She killed him and the years
of terror ended in an instant.

Just like that! [snaps fingers]

- Really?

- No, he died of a
heart attack at 45.

But it sounded good
though, didn't it?

I made her sound gutsy.

She was never gutsy, me mum.

- Did you want to die, Chrissy?

- Don't know.

Don't think I cared really.

No, I don't think right then

after everything
that had happened

that I really gave a damn.

I suppose me life
was in your hands.

[rain pattering]

- Are we going shopping?

- Oh, aye, all right, pet.

But there's no hurry, so
just let's finish this first.

And then by the time we get back

it'll be time to go
to Pat's for tea.

- Why?

- Because it's Saturday, pet.

Your Dad'll have made us
the usual meat and two veg.

- Oh, shit.

- What?
[Rob sighs]

- My reliever.

It must have fallen
out of my pocket.

Oh God, what next?

- Is that all?

- Is that all?

It's my reliever!

That thing can be a lifeline.

I'm, I'm not being
dramatic on you but I,

I, I can die if I have
a bad attack without it.

- A bad attack?

Well, what's this?

- Well, it's not good.

Well, if I'm
wheezing that's okay.

[Rob breathing heavily]

That's a good thing.

- Good thing?

- Yeah, if I go quiet,

that means my pipes
are closing up.

That's a not good thing.

- Oh, okay.

Well don't worry,
you'll be fine.

Oh, fucking kids!

Do you see the pain they cause?

This fascination with
fire and fear and,

and then you and Pat.

And we've got little
fucking 10 year olds robbed

'cause they think
it makes them men,

and grownup fucking men
acting like little kids.

- Fact.

Do you want a fact here?

- One.

- In Madagascar,

do you know what they do
to turn boys into men?

- Mada-what?

- They have a rite of passage.

You know, like a
wedding or a funeral.

A ceremony.

And at the, the age of 13
they, they circumcise them.

Over a pile of dung.

- What, in a hospital?

- No, no, no.

No, no hospital, no anesthetic.

Just a blade and as
much blood as possible.

And do you know what happens
to the prepuce after that?

- The what?

- The foreskin, after that?

- No, what?

An elder has to eat it
between two pieces of banana.

- No!
- Yes, swear to God.

- Oh, fuck off!

Did you mate get this
from his book in the bog?

[Rob laughs]

- No, no.

- I bet the kids wouldn't
mug women after that, eh?

We'd just bash
them on their cock.

[both laughing]

You're dead clever
you, aren't you?

- Hey, does that mean I
can take my shoes off?

- What, here?

- Yes, as a kind of, as a
reward for being dead clever.

- No, fuck right off!

You're not taking
your shoes off.

No, I'm not having your
smelly, manly feet.

- All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll, I'll do a deal with you.

I'll suffer with my shoes on,

you stop telling me to fuck off.

- Why?

- Because.

That's the deal.

All right?

- Okay, okay.

I promise, no more, anything.

- [Jimmy] Them bloody stairs.

- Aye, but you wouldn't catch me

dead in one of those lifts!

- So, why are you always
supporting our Kevin?

- 'Cause I'm his mam, Jim.

Watch it!
- Oh, shit!

It's wet!

- And Kevin's not bad,

he just needs a bit
of help right now.

- He's gotta get work, Jan.

Stop being like a kid.

Start acting like a man.

- Aye, well, the way things
are in life at the minute, Jim,

being a man just seems
about not being a woman.

And you're doing the fucking
shopping in your slippers,

so I wouldn't make too
much of it, all right?

- So what do we do now?
- I don't know, wait.

Someone's got to come.

Maybe they'll call
the other lift.

- Where's your watch?

- It fell off.

I bet you're glad you came
with me now, aren't you?

[both laugh quietly]

If we get out of this,

will you come on a
proper date with me?

At ground level.

[Chrissy laughs]

- Rob, man!

We're not even opposites
you and me, you know?

We're like, completely
different concepts, like.

We're like, chalk and ginormous.

You can't bring
two things together

from such different worlds.

- Of course you can.

Have you never heard of
the birds and the bees?

You know, Mr. Bird and Mrs.
Bee love each other very much

and, well they, and this is
how we get the hummingbird.

- No, Rob, this is
how we get sore bees.

[light instrumental music]

Is this really why you
kept on coming back?

To ask us out?

- I can't say really.

You were in my head, I suppose.

You know, I wanted to be
your knight in shining armor,

climbing up the tower.

[both laugh]

You know, yeah, your
knight, your prince.

Your king.

Well, wounded king.


- What?

I can't hear anything.

- Exactly.

It's quiet.

In my throat, it's quiet.

- What does that mean?

Oh fuck, don't
worry me like this.

What does that mean?

- It means that I should
be getting to a nebulizer.

- A what?

What the fuck is that?

- A hospital, it's
just a hospital.

- Well how?

There's no one sodding here.

- What are you doing?

What, what, what?

What are you doing, what?

- Right, I'm gonna get on
the roof of the other lift.

I'll use that control thingy

to take us up to the open doors.

- No, no, no, no,
no, you're not.

- Yes, if the alternative
is you dying on me, I am.

- Yeah, you're right.

I'll hold your cardi.

- No, you got a much more
important thing to do for me.

Look after Jake.

He's all I've got.

Okay, all right.

Hey, hang on.

[metal clanging]

- [Jake] Mum!

- Okay, darling.

I'm gonna be talking to
you all the way down, okay?

[suspenseful music]

[people chattering]

- Yes?

- There was once
a little cornflake

who was very sad and weak
because he only had one lung.

And so, cornflakes being
the stupid bastards they are

sent him to the
bottom of the packet

where he couldn't breathe.

[people chattering]

And so the little cornflake
had to start all over again,

going to the top of the packet.

But just as he got to
the top of the packet,

some sod took the
packet off the shelf

and put it in a lorry.

[people chattering]

[dramatic music]

And the little cornflake, he
had to start all over again.

He was very, very out of breath.

He didn't know if he
was gonna make it.

And then just as
he got to the top,

they unloaded the
shopping onto the shelf.

Oh, the little cornflake,

he thought he was gonna die.

But he kept on climbing,

and just as he got to the top,

someone, someone took
him off the shelf.

Opened the packet,

and all the cornflakes
started falling into the bowl.

[Rob coughing]

And I'll have to tell
you the rest next week

'cause it's a serial.

[Chrissy groaning]

[Chrissy screams]


Fuck, that hurts!

- What have you done?

- I can't...

I can't...

I can't move, move my hand.

Rob, you'll have to help me!

- I can't, I can't!

- Rob, please get
me out of this.

[Chrissy gasps]

- Okay, okay, we're gonna try!

Here's what we're gonna do.

- [Police Dispatcher]
We've had reports

of a fire at Armstrong House.

Smoke has been
spotted on the roof.

The Fire Brigade
have been alerted.

Any cars in the vicinity?

- [Police Officer]
3461 I'm nearby.

Be there as soon as I can.

- Okay, just hold on,
hold on, and squeeze.

No, no, no, don't squeeze.

- Hurry up!

- We're coming!

Ready, steady.

[Rob groans]
[metal clanging]

Okay, all right,
Chrissy, we're coming!

Just hold on tight, son.

That's a good boy.

- [Jake] I'm coming, Mum!

- That's good,
darling, well done.

- It's okay.

Are you holding on tight, son?

You just hold on tight,
that's a good boy.

Good boy.
- Mum!

- Mummy's here, darling.

[Rob panting]
[metal clanging]

- [Police Dispatcher]
All free vehicles,

this is a priority
to Armstrong House.

[Rob breathing heavily]

- You hold on tight, son.

[Rob groaning]

[car rumbling]

[metal creaking]

- You're nearly there.

Nearly there, darling.

[Jake yells]

- Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.
- What?

- It's loosening.

It's coming undone!
- What?

[elevator rumbling]
[Jake yelling]

Jake, hold on, hold on!
- Jake, Jake!

- Jake, hold on tight, hold on!

[Jake yelling]
- Hold on, Jake!

- Jake!
- Mum!

- Chrissy, he's gonna drop!
- No!

- Chrissy!

He's gonna drop!
[Jake yelling]

- Jake, hold on!

- Mum!
- He's gonna drop!

He's gonna drop!

[Jake screaming]

- Jake!

[dramatic music]

- Rob, if this lift goes
too far, we're dead.

- No, stay!

I'll stop the lift!

- How?

Oh, God!

We're gonna die!


- I'll call to 13.

Just hang on!

- Who's there?

- Hang on!

Hang on!

I'm nearly there.

[Rob groans]

- Rob!

Rob, you can't, you
can't stop it there!

- Rob, Rob, is that you?

- Stop, stop, stop.
- Rob, are you there?

It's Mike!

Oh, Jesus, it is.

- Mike!

Stop lift now!

- Stop!

- I don't see how I can, Rob!


- Stop!


[metal clanging]

- No!

Oh, come on.

[Chrissy moans]

[elevator cable screeching]
[metal clanging]

- [Chrissy] Jake.

[police radio chattering]

- I don't know, love,

they might want to
keep you in overnight.

- For a night?

Well, I'm gonna go and have
to get some clothes and stuff.

- No, no, no, no.

We'll send somebody up there

if you tell 'em
exactly what you want.

- No, no you won't!

I can still walk you know.

[police radio chattering]

Oh, shit!

Hold him a minute.

Jan, Jan!


- [Paramedic] Miss Long!

- Jesus, Rosie,
are you all right?

- Jan, it's Pat.

He's dead.

I'm sorry, pet.

- Oh, Jesus.


[footsteps clicking]

[people chattering]

- What happened?
- We're not entirely sure.

- Can I just get through here?
- Just a quick picture.

- [Man] Apparently there was

some kind of accident
with the lift.

- The lift?
- The lift, yeah.

There was a fire involved.

Where it actually started
we don't really know.

- Miss Long, Miss Long?
- Aye, all right.

All right?

Are you gonna live?

- Oh God, yeah.

This is a nebulizer.

- Miss Long?

We're setting off now.

- I'm talking, man.

So, who saved whose
life this time?

- Well, I think,
Mike saved us both.

- So, so...

Do we say we had fun

or do we embarrass
ourselves with the truth?

- Yeah, it was fun.

- No, Rob, it wasn't.

I think he wants us to go.

- Where?
- Hospital.

- Right.


- Right. [laughs]

I'll see ya.

- Bye.

- Right.

I'm going to get some clothes.

You can come if you want
or not, I don't care.

Jake, be a good boy.

- Sam, go with her, will ya?

Bloody woman.

[footsteps clicking]

- Come in if you're coming.

[light instrumental music]

Oh, they're beautiful.

- From my husband, it's
our 10 year anniversary.

- Today?
- Yes.

- Oh, bad luck!

No, no, that you're in here.

Not bad luck for being
married all that time.

No, congratulations.

- Thank you.

- 10 years of marriage, eh?

I mean, a wedding
is such an important

rite of passage, isn't it?

I mean it's not as dramatic as
what they have in Madagascar.

Oh, no, hi.

- You okay?

[fingers tapping]

[fish tank bubbling]

- Who did it?

- What, pet?

- Who killed him?

- No one.

They said that Rosie did
everything she could.

The poor thing's in
hospital herself.

- Rosie?

[door slams]

- What's happened?

- You granddad died today, son.

I'm sorry.

- Is he...

Are you okay?

[fingers tapping]

- I'll just...

[suspenseful music]

We should move this picture now.

- How did he die?

- Get a new one
of just us three.

- The police think
that he was in a lift

with, you know, Rosie and a man.

And there was a fire
in the machine room.

Rosie managed to get out.

I don't know, really.

Your granddad got stuck in
and he fell somehow, Kevin?

- Shall we go up

and use your granddad's
old camera tomorrow?

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

[Jimmy yells]
[Jan screams]

[glass shatters]
[water splashing]

[Jan gasps]

[water bubbling]

- Oh, Christ!
- What?

- His gun.


- Mum, I've got to-
- He's taken the gun, Kevin!

- But, Mum, I have to
tell you something!

- [Jan] Let's go!

[Kevin groans]

[watch ticking]

[suspenseful music]

- [Kevin] I know, but Granddad's
dead though, isn't he?

He knows he's not in hospital.

- I know, but that's where
Rosie is, man, Kevin!

- Mum, please stop, I have
to tell you something.

- Shut up, Kevin,
we've got to find him.

- Mum, it was me, I did it.

- What, what was you?

- It was me.

I started the fire.

Up in the...

It wasn't, I didn't
mean it, it was,

it just happened.

[hand slaps]

[door slams]

[door clatters]

[Kevin yells]

[plastic clattering]
[Kevin yells]

[dramatic music]

[flames crackling]

[door slams]

[crowd chattering]

- Excuse me, Miss, excuse me.

- Thank you, thank you.
- He's a copper.

- Inspector Emson here.

Anybody near the
County Hospital?

Hold it.

[suspenseful music]

[inhaler puffs]

- Hello.

Are you gonna shoot that thing?

- Rosie, tell him
to leave us alone.

- This is Jimmy, Pat's son.

- Jimmy, Rob.

Easygoing insomniac

with a few other ailments.

Asthma, sore feet in shoes.

I like fishing.

I like reading.

And trying to remember things

that most consider
best forgotten.

I was responsible
more than anyone

for the death of
Patrick Mulcahy.

- Rob, you're wrong.

- I'm sorry.

Jimmy, I'll tell you this.

I used to think
that it took guts

to admit you were
wrong, but I was wrong.

Sometimes it takes guts
to stand your ground.

[crowd murmuring]

Jimmy, point the gun at me.

It was me.

- Jimmy!

[gun cocks]

- Look, Jim, before
we go any further,

I must tell you I've
done all this before.

Okay, and you know

what's the best solution
in these situations?

Is just to wait, wait.

So, that's what we do.

We just wait.

Now, so I'm told,

19 out of 20 hostage situations

end in surrender with
no casualties, just...

[suspenseful music]

[door squeaks]

- I fancy some fish
and chips, me, eh?

[cigarette splashes]

[suspenseful music]

- Well, what shall
we talk about, Jimmy?

I could ask you things like,
why do you wanna do this?

But I tend to find that that
would only make you think

about the reasons
why you're here.

- Rob.

- And, as I'm sure
you understand,

they're not the things

that we would all wish to
dwell on at this moment.

- Rob.

- And hopefully out
of just chatting,

we can get to a solution.

Are you gonna shoot?

- Rob, please!

- The principle
behind this, Jimmy, is

let's relax.

Let's put the gun down and talk.

[suspenseful music]

Let's just put the gun down.

- Rob, will you just fuck
off and leave us alone!

- Did you tell me
to fuck off again?

- Those were the words I used.

- To say what?

Jim, Jimmy, please
don't shoot, okay?

Chrissy, will you just tell
me what you want me to do?

Because I cannot keep coming
back here for more, now.

- You do though, don't ya?

You just keep on coming back!

- Yeah, and it's not
because I pity you

or I think you may
need the company.

It's because, Chrissy,

for the first time
in a long time,

I, me, have actually
found somebody

who I think that I might
spend some time with.

- Why?

- Well, I don't know why!

Okay, you're right,
I analyze everything.

Everything far too much,

but I haven't actually analyzed
this particular feeling.

But I know I'm
right because you,

you, for years you can look and

look for a solution
to your problems,

it's not 'til you
sit down, you wait,

you look around, you realize
it's staring you in the face.

[fire alarm blaring]

- Oh, shit!

- All I know, Chrissy,

is that I've spent years looking
for something, something,

something you don't expect
to find on a Friday night.

when you're called
out to a crisis

and you'd rather be home
watching the end of "Cheers."

[fire alarm blaring]
[police officer coughing]

All I really want to say is,

[glass shatters]

will you go on a
proper date with me?

With restaurants
and ice cream and,

and perhaps sore bees, perhaps.

But me, Chrissy?

[water splashing]


- Yeah!
- Hey, come here, chum.

Come here.

[water splashing]

- [Both] Hi.

- You okay?

- Me?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Really?
- No. [laughs]

Sounded good though, didn't it?

Made me sound gutsy.

- Fuck off! [laughs]

- Okay.

[upbeat instrumental music]

- Jackie.
- What?

- [Rob] Roseanne's
sister, Jackie.

I just remembered her name.

- Oh, Rob man.
- What?

- Just shut up and come here.
- Okay.

♪ When you live it
rough dead end street ♪

♪ I'll turn your famine to a
feast and I'll dress you up ♪

♪ The dress is yours

♪ Will you stumble
like a shambling man ♪

♪ Fall behind my caravan,
I'll bridge the gap ♪

♪ I'll share your load

♪ Just like a train or
a cross country ride ♪

♪ A 747 flying way high

♪ My love ain't the
kind to let you down ♪

♪ My love ain't the
kind to let you down ♪

♪ Whoa

♪ Whoa

♪ Time's they sure
are changing fast ♪

♪ Like sand slipping
through an hourglass ♪

♪ Everybody's waiting
like a kind of adventure ♪

♪ So when your heartache's
left my love light, dear ♪

♪ I'll give your
city shoes a wear ♪

♪ To help me fly to
a sweet destination ♪

♪ I'll let you ride
on my ocean waves ♪

♪ Free your burdens
from yesterday ♪

♪ 'Cause my love ain't
the kind to let you down ♪

♪ My love ain't the
kind to let you down ♪

♪ Whoa

♪ Yeah

♪ Whoa

♪ Say my love will live

♪ I said my love will
live again today ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ So when you're living
rough on dead end street ♪

♪ Oh yeah

♪ And you when you
stumble and you fall ♪

♪ Like a shot in the night

♪ Oh yeah

♪ And when your heart bleeds

♪ You've gotta let
my love light in ♪

♪ I said my love will
never let you down ♪