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Construction
on the last section

will begin next week.

Then we can finish
the interiors.

- Mrs. Page.
- Morning, Ricardo.

These ceramic tile wall systems

will have less structural weight

than masonry or
pre-cast systems.

Here let me take those.

Yes, she's a delightful woman.

Thank you.

I have something
for you, Pierre.

I hope to work with you again.

What do you think?

Thank you very much.

I want you to
take this with you.

Good day, gentlemen.

Gracias, Miguel.

Buenos dias, Pedro.

Any messages, Titty?

Oh yes, tons.

Charlie here.

We've got an emergency
at Unico tower.

Some poor bastard just
dropped 20 stories.

How the hell
did that happen, Charlie?

Beats me.

All I know is William's
got his hands full

over there with two bodies.

Two?

Yeah, the
one that did the nosedive

and landed on the Unico exec.

Crushed him.

Sorry to spoil
your vacation, guy.

Okay.

So what's going on?

You're gonna love this one.

The guy who got flattened.

Yeah?

He was a top
Unico man in Europe

over here on an inspection tour.

Why can't the
local cops handle it?

Well, they're going to.

Unico people called
them in personally.

Denny, you know they're threatening
to cancel our contract.

Yeah.

Come on.

They figure it's
our responsibility.

It's central to watch out
for those things.

Will you cut it out?

For falling window washers?

Well you know.

They figure it's a pretty
strange kind of accident.

Well, I am surprised it
doesn't happen more often.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.
Something else.

We got ourselves a witness.

Yeah, who?

Carolyn Page, the architect.

The one who designed
this building?

Yeah, she figures
he was pushed.

I think she's nuts.

Where is she now?

In her office.

20th floor.

Hey, it could be
your lucky number.

She's already spoken
to the police.

We figured that, but we'd
like to hear from her directly.

Okay?

It's all right.

So tell us what you saw.

I was working in here

and he was outside
cleaning the window.

You ever seen him before?

No, never.

Suddenly I heard
something from over there.

I looked up and he
was thrashing about.

His head was banging the window.

I ran over, but there
wasn't anything I could do.

So then what?

He was thrown in the air.

I know it sounds impossible,

but it was as if there was
someone out there throwing him.

And he was alone?

I'm telling you what I saw.

Suddenly it was over.

There was nothing I could do.

Nothing.

I think I'll go
check out the roof.

It's a windy day.

Up this high a man can get
picked up like a feather.

Wasn't the wind.

You don't believe me, do you?

I believe that you believe it.

But the odds are he was
having some kind of attack.

He was having a
stroke or convulsions.

What kind of
convulsions can make a man

pound his head against
a plate glass window?

You've seen a
man die, Mrs. Page.

That's a hard thing to deal
with for someone like you.

Someone like me.

You don't know me.

There's
thrown wind possibly.

Sure,
hurricane season.

Who the hell is gonna train
a kamikaze window washer?

You know what dedication
that must take?

it was just an idea.

Christ.

Blood all over this thing
like he was bashed around.

Good
morning, Randall.

It's good to see you again.

This must be big if
you're here, Joseph.

He took off the safety belt.

I think maybe he tried
to kill himself.

You mean when he couldn't
smash his brains out

on the window,
he decided to jump?

There are many stranger
deaths then this one.

However, if you discover
he was a terrorist,

you will let us know.

I look forward to
your reports, gringos.

Don't disappoint me, por favor.

You know something, Jim.

I hate heights.

Tell me about it.

So you give Charlie
all the details.

Oh, come on, man.

It's your turn.

It's always my turn.

I'm not giving up
any vacation on this.

I'm already 10 minutes late
for Elaine.

Come on, you're gonna let
a woman control your life?

It's one thing to let
Unico control your life.

No, I'm not
gonna let Unico control.

But a woman?

Come on, Denny.

Is Dennis Randall there?

No.

No message.

Thank you.

I have a few more questions.

Bullock, Bullock.

Bullock.

Can you read me?

Come on.

Where the hell are you?

Did they find anything
wrong with the elevator?

No, sir.

The police are still
checking it out.

Oh, really?

Are they working there
now or are they at lunch?

At lunch.

I'll be right back.

Anything more?

Nothing.

Yeah, Randall.

Hello.

This is Carolyn Page.

Feeling better?

A little.

Thank you.

Sorry if I seemed rude.

I was wondering if you
had any new information.

The window washer.

I just wanted to know
if he was sick like you said.

You mentioned he
might've had convulsions

that might've
caused the accident.

The autopsy's
not been completed,

so can I get back to ya?

Yes, of course.

I'm most anxious to know.

Come in.

Come in.

Titty, I heard
someone at the door.

No.

No, I didn't see anybody.

Oh, don't forget.

You've got lunch today
with the Warren people.

I'm on my way.

Why don't you
take a few days off?

You could certainly
use the rest.

I can't.

Got to finish those renderings.

See you later.

Jesus Christ.

Not in a million years.

Not in a million goddamn years

would I expect William
to flip his lid.

He couldn't have.

What do you mean?

We got four bodies and
20 witnesses say he did.

I was with him two
hours ago and he was fine.

Two hours ago.

Well, he could've snapped.

But not to Williams.

There's no way.

There's no goddamn way.

There's something screwy here.

Wait a minute.

I thought you were on vacation.

Charlie, you told
me a long time ago.

The once is happenstance.

Twice is coincidence.

Three times is enemy action.

This is the third time.

What the hell are
you talking about?

The window washer's one.

The security guard is two.

And this is three.

Keep me informed.

Williams.

Doesn't make any sense at all.

Not at all.

Not Williams.

One minute you're fine.

The next minute you're a
fucking psycho.

A mass killer.

It's gotta be some goddamn
thing here to explain it.

It's nuts.

I know the whole
fucking world is nuts.

That's the problem.

Schools, military, police fine.

No medical problems.

No abnormal personality traits.

Okay, he's anal retentive.

So are 20 million
other bastards.

They don't go berserk
with a 38 special.

How about you, sweetheart?

What deep, dark secrets
are you hiding

behind those big, brown eyes?

Seem proper.

A little ambitious.

Talented.

Have quite an effect on people.

Even me.

Who's in the building tonight?

I'll check.

Who's on 28?

Nobody I know of.

Everybody's checked out.

No, please.

Are you alone?

Who else is here?

There's no one here.

I haven't heard anyone.

I haven't seen any one.

What are you doing here
at this hour?

I have work to do.

I often stay late.

This is the second time someone's
pointed a gun at me today.

Tell me about it.

I was downstairs in the lobby
when the shooting happened.

Why didn't you wanna talk
to the police?

I didn't want to tell them.

Your friend,
he wanted to kill me.

They tell me he wanted
to kill everybody.

No, he was aiming at me.

Yeah?

Why are you so special?

Who's that?

My husband.
He died two years ago.

What's the matter?
Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Mr. Randall?

Everything all right,
Mr. Randall?

Yes.

False alarm.

I'll phone you tomorrow.

Is my car outside?

Yes, ma'am.

Elaine.

What's wrong?

Phillip Page.

Ever hear of him?

Phillip Page.

No.

Oh, wasn't he that architect
who did your building?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about Williams,

but what's Phillip Page
got to do with this?

I'm not sure.

What do you know about him?

Randall, the council keeps
tabs on American citizens.

It's not my department.

I keep tabs on other things.

Well, I've got to talk to
somebody who knows about him.

Wanna help me?

Might know somebody who
knew your Phillip Page.

Tell me about
his private life.

All I know is he was
married for 20 years

when his young,
hot shot designer,

straight out of parsons
went to work for him.

Carolyn.

Or should I say on him?

So, the first wife got
tossed out the window

and Carolyn shot
right up the ladder,

not that she didn't have talent.

She had a hell of
a lot more than

that asshole husband
of hers ever did.

Anyway, after five years,

she completely
overshadowed Phillip.

She always gave him
the credit though.

Still I think the
bastard resented it.

You know, professional
jealousy and all that.

I suppose you heard the
rumors about Unico tower.

Rumors?

Unico was Phillip's
personal account.

When Carolyn discovered they
were about to scrap his designs

she protected them by running
over to Unico with her plans

and sold them on her concept.

I know because I was up until
11 o'clock the night before

shooting the artwork for her.

What about his death?

He'd had a couple
of close calls before.

Once on his boat.

And once driving back
from Gerona.

Carolyn was working late
as usual

and Phillip
just never showed up.

She contacted the police.

They did some checking around.

Found out he'd been boozing it
up at Antonio's on the Wharf

and figured he just
stumbled off the pier.

Swoosh right off to sea.

He couldn't swim.

Carolyn was just beside herself.

God knows why.

If it were me, I'd have
been shooting off fireworks.

She was really broken
up at the funeral

because they'd
never found a body.

Wanted him to have a decent
Christian burial, you know.

Final eternal rest
and all that bullshit.

You ask me, that'd be
too good for the prick.

Thanks.

Hello.

Carlos.

Well, what'd you think?

Are you sure?

You're absolutely certain
the wall can take the stress?

Fantastic.

Then we begin next week.

I'll show you some
samples in the morning.

What you mean don't worry?

I want to be perfect, Carlos.

I put my whole life
into this project.

I'll see you in the morning.

There's gotta be something
here somewhere.

My hunch is right.

Wait a minute.

Hunch.

Let me see.

Yeah, this is it.

Would you look at that?

You got some
credentials, Dr. Gold.

Let's get together real soon.

Hi, Joseph.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

Randall, I thought
you were paid

to protect the people in that
building not to shoot them.

Do you remember Phillip Page?

Tried to walk on water.

Didn't make it.

You remember what
the autopsy showed?

There wasn't one.

The river moves too fast
to find bodies in it.

So Randall, I've never
seen you like this.

You seem very worried.

Is there something about Williams
that you want to tell me?

I wouldn't know what
to tell you, Joseph.

Well, whatever it is, you
won't forget your responsibility

to keep the local police
informed.

No, don't worry, Joseph.

Number from one to ten.

Five.

Color.

Red.

Color.

Blue.

Color.

Green.

Color.

Red.

Blue.

No, blue.

Number from one to ten.

Nine.

Six.

Nine, but you were
looking at it upside down.

Number one to ten.

Four.

Four.

Color.

Red.

Red.

She's amazing.

Truly amazing.

Okay.

See you next-

Tuesday.

No, Wednesday.

I knew everything
that girl was gonna say.

What?

Numbers, colors.

All of them?

Yeah.

Have you always
been able to do that?

No.

Well, sort of.

I was thought of them
as lucky hunches.

Oh, no, no, no.

That's a form of clairvoyance.

Your ability to predict
or experience an event

before it happens, we
call that pre-cognition.

You'd be surprised how many
people are able to do it.

Do they always happen
the way you see them?

That depends.

On what?

On how much you trust it.

Well, I think what
you told me about

might be something very
special, very rare.

But then again,
could be nothing.

Just an unusual set of events
and circumstances.

How do you find out
which it is?

I ask the right questions,
analyze the subsequent data,

and hope to hell I know
what I'm doing.

Oh, that's interesting.

The police never found
your body.

Regular Houdini.

Police believe Page's
body was swept out to sea

during the violent
rainstorm Friday morning.

Saved some funeral
expenses, doesn't it?

Oh come on, wake up, Gold.

There's work to be done.

Carolyn Page elected
president of Page Design

at the national architect-

Are you Dr. Gold?

Oh, Miss Tilly Ambrose.

You're Mrs. Page's
executive assistant.

Please do come in.

I did try to tidy up before.

Can I offer you some wine?

Yes, thank you.

Now.

Please.

There you are.

Now then.

How long have you been
working for Mrs. Page?

A little over a year.

Then you haven't.

You never met her husband.

No.

Are you doing some work for us?

You might say that
I'm subcontracted

to another firm
that works for you.

Are you married?

No.

I prefer to drink instead.

Certainly come to
the right place for it.

Tell me.

Does Mrs. Page intend
to remain here?

As far as I know.

Why?

Well, firm has offices
in London and in New York.

She must have visited
both places a lot.

Probably has many friends.

I wouldn't know.

I've never met any
of her friends.

Just business associates.

I see.

Carolyn doesn't have
time to socialize.

She's a workaholic.

She's incredible.

I don't know how she does it.

Well, I certainly
hope that she doesn't

make you put in all
those hours there.

Carolyn is very
kind and considerate.

She doesn't expect
anyone to be like her.

That's good.

A woman alone in a
deserted building at night,

that can be very scary.

Start to see things.

Hear things.

Something wrong?

No, no.

It's just that I remembered
I have some shopping to do

and I don't think I
have anything more

to add to this conversation.

Thank you for the wine.

My pleasure.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Come in.

So what's going on?

On the phone you were
half out of your mind.

I'm better now.

You saw something, didn't you?

No.

What'd you see?

Nothing.

I can't help you unless
you tell me what you saw.

I don't want to talk about it.

I've asked
an associate to join us.

Mrs. Carolyn Page, yes?

I'm Dr. Max Gold.

I have been anxious
to speak with you.

I have a few questions
about the window washer.

Max is helping me.

Is he?

What kind of doctor are you?

I'm a parapsychologist.

What kind of nonsense is this?

If you've seen something,
what's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

Parapsychologist?

Why not a witch doctor
or one of those gypsies

that tell your fortune?

From now on, keep the hell out
of my affairs, Mr. Randall.

Now.

I want you to set
it up for tonight.

I don't want any interference
and that includes you.

I can handle that.

How long does this usually take?

You could find
something in 10 minutes,

but then maybe never.

Patience is a necessity
in this business.

And what happens
when you're convinced

that there's really
something there?

It depends.

On what?

On what it wants.

Unico Tower lobby, April 8th.

Investigation number 8828.

Dr. Max Gold for the Institute
for Psychic Research.

Temperature.

67 degrees Fahrenheit.

Time.

8:30 p.m.

Unfinished lobby 28th floor.

Seems to be nothing.

Temperature normal.

All right, back to the elevator.

30th floor.

So far nothing.

Nothing.

Are you there?

Hello.

I mean.

Are you real?

There's a presence here.

I think.

I can't tell you what
a thrill this is.

All my life I've waited to
once just once to make contact.

Oh, I guess I better
introduce myself.

My name is Max Gold.

I was born 61 years ago
in Vienna.

My father, God rest his soul,
was a student of rights.

I'm not a psychoanalyst.

Although I do have a
tendency to analyze myself.

I'm a parapsychologist.

I've been studying paranormal
phenomenon for over 30 years.

I guess that makes me a pioneer.

Although my colleagues seem

to be getting most
of the limelight.

Now.

Do you think we
could have a talk?

Let me put it this way.

A little chat will do us both
some good.

Don't you think?

What you want is to rest
but you can't

because something
is troubling you.

Am I right?

Tell me.

Am I right?

That's a good one.

You had me going
there for a minute.

There's no sense
in being shy, is there?

As I said, a little chat
would be good for both of us.

You would gain eternal rest
and I would gain recognition.

Well of course, there's no shame
in not getting recognition,

even if you deserve
it as much as I do.

Still, it would be nice.

Especially after you had
to endure insults like me.

Imagine calling a man like me
a quack and a charlatan.

I'm a respectable scientist.

I have over 30 years of research.

So.

How 'bout it?

Shall we have a chat?

Okay.

I'll leave for now.

I can help you.

Boy, it's never easy.

Elevator seven.

Time.

9:15.

Temperature.

Wow.

Randall, we're gonna need help.

Let's go.

Whatever it is, it's
trying to communicate.

Apparently through you.

Sure as hell doesn't
wanna talk to Max Gold.

Why me?

Who knows?

But it's the finding
out that's fun.

Fun?

Yup.

What the hell do you mean fun?

I know these phenomenon.

I bet
you're a riot at wakes.

I'm damn sure
it's you it's after.

Why doesn't it just talk to
me if that's what it wants?

'Cause you wouldn't hear it.

Oh, you've got psychic
ability, all right,

but it isn't developed
or trained.

We need an experienced medium.

You don't have psychic
abilities, do you?

Nope.

That's why I study
people that do.

Keep hoping it'll rub off.

You can have mine.

I don't understand any of it.

Very few people do.

This thing.

What is it?

A presence.

A spirit.

Call it whatever you want
except human.

Can it be killed?

Well, it's dead already.

To clear it, to get rid of it,
we have to listen to it.

Hear what it has to say.

And then what?

Then it can rest in peace...

Hopefully.

Max, let me die in peace.

I've seen too much already.

We need you, Sergie.

We need a man
with your experience.

This thing is rough.

It's already killed
several people.

Now, Sergie.

I need you to make contact now.

Tonight.

Don't worry.

We'll do it tomorrow.

He's gone.

Sergie's disappeared.

No, I found a note
taped to his door.

It said life is short,
live it up.

You've got three hours
and 12 minutes to find me.

How should I know?

We better go after him fast.

I have an idea where to look.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yes, I'm fine.

Titty, I want to finish
those renderings today,

so no interruptions,
no calls, no problems.

Okay?

He's not exactly

instilling me
with confidence, Max.

I don't like it, Sergie.

I don't like it at all.

You have us both on edge.

Sergie, Sergie, my friend,
what is going on?

I've never seen you
like this before.

The time has come.

I am ready to spit
in the eye of death.

I won't be but a second.

Well, I guess
she took my advice.

She needed some time off.

Come on,
the show starts at seven.

Oh Christ.

Oh.

Titty.

Is anyone there?

Please, somebody.

Please come with me.

Please.

There's no use.

Come on.

It's waiting for us.

All right, enough is enough.

Stop playing games.

Things are getting
a little out of hand.

You know?

Strange, unexplained murders.

Know about them, I assume.

You do.

No, no, no, no.

With you transmitting
an extraordinary amount of energy,

I assume that you realize
I have nothing

against you personally,
but the contrary.

I'm only a man
trying to do his job,

trying to unravel this puzzle,

trying to figure out
why you're here.

Help me.

I can't believe
I've spent a lifetime

trying to make contact.

How can I leave now?

You're the first real contact
I've ever made.

I'm not gonna leave.

I told you I'm not gonna leave.

You're not going to stop me.

Do you understand?

I'm going to find out
whether you like it or not.

You're still here, aren't you?

Carolyn, what's wrong?

What's going on in here?

What happened?

Is she all right?

God knows.

We're gonna get you out of here.

He won't let you.

Don't even try.

Max, watch out.

It needs to kill.

Randall,
come over here with me.

She doesn't need any help.

Do as he says.

God, man, get over here.

Do as he says.

Randall, tell me what you see.

I'm walking.

Louder.

It's cold.

Cement.

I can't breathe.

Where?

Where are you?

My building.

My building.

It's mine, not hers.

Randall.

What are you doing here?

Stop it.

Bring him out of it.

What is happening?

Concentrate.

What is happening?

What are you doing here?

Stop it.

Stop it.

Who are you talking to?

A dark hole.

Help.

Stop it.

Stop it.

What's happening, Randall?

Who's with you?

No.

I'm drowning.

I'm drowning.

Someone pushed you?
Is that it?

Who pushed you?

Carolyn!

You killed him.

Yes.

I killed my husband.

I followed him here one night.

I came up from behind
and I pushed him.

I pushed him over the edge,
down into an unfinished pile.

He was still alive,
so I opened the shoot

and buried him under
an avalanche of concrete.

Randall.

Please understand.

He had to die.

He was...

evil!

I tried to leave him,
but he wouldn't let me.

Randall...

Please.

Please.

Oh my God.

No!

Let go.

God.

Let go.

Let go.

Get away.

No!

Well Max,
you finally made contact.

And what good did it do him?

Not a hell of a lot.

Do the police
know anything more?

She's still listed as missing.

What do you think?

I think I wouldn't work there
late at night.

Come on, let's forget about it.

I don't want anything else ruining
the rest of our vacation.

You got the plane tickets?

Right here.