The first 200 lines.
With the next signal it is 19 hours,
48 minutes and 30 seconds.
OUT OF ORDER
- Evening. - Good evening.
Can I come along?
Sure.
- So it's finally fixed now? - Yes, more or less.
Though with these things, you're never really done.
At least you won't be out of a job.
All done, Mister Gössmann.
- I'll be off. Bye. - Goodbye. Thank you.
What?
I didn't say anything.
Are you mad at me?
It's really not my fault that the stuff was late.
So what.
You should have taken care of it.
You should've stayed tough. Those guys do nothing unless you pressure them.
- You ought to know that. - What's important is
that it gets printed by Monday.
And that it's good!
Above all that it's good, right?
And good it is.
I even rearranged the last images.
Now it's exactly on point.
Top notch.
It's the best thing I've done in a long time.
- We. - What?
Of course, we. You and I together.
Obviously.
Well...
Did Meyers say anything?
I was alone there.
He should keep his nose out. He won't get stuff like this
from the others, especially not Witt.
That guy is a total loser, don't you think?
- Do you have the keys? - I've got them.
- That smells nice, is it new? - Yeah.
Any plans tonight?
- Hello. - Everything okay?
No, why?
Why not?
You should have the control mechanism checked more often.
Just a speck of dust and the whole thing goes out of control.
Here, please sign.
Tell it to the guys upstairs.
You know how it is.
Yeah, but anyway. Something could happen.
It's not my headache.
What time is it now?
- Three minutes to eight. -19:57...
Okay, thanks.
I'll come back on Monday.
- Alright. - Have a good weekend.
I'll be here for most of it.
- Take care. - You too.
Come, don't chicken out.
- Let's celebrate! - Not tonight. I'm really in a hurry.
Come on... just one drink.
It never stops there.
Come.
Down?
What's this now?
Nothing happens.
Well then...
- You have to keep it pressed. - Take it easy.
We're stuck.
No shit?
Take those shades off.
And don't start smoking here!
You have to keep the button pressed!
- Do you understand? - Hello?
Do you hear me?
- Hello? - Looks like you've got the wrong number.
Comedian, eh?
Let me try.
Hello, can you hear me? Hello?
Hello, do you hear me?
We're stuck in number seven! Can you hear me?
Hello?
Unbelievable. This can't be true.
Is he sleeping down there?
Hey man, get a move on!
Forget it.
I think I told you not to smoke.
Think you could restrain yourself while we're in here?
Then get us out of here!
What can I do about it?
Forget it.
Forget it, forget it... Do you have a better idea?
It doesn't work, it's fucked.
Sure. Everything's fucked. The state, society...
Everything.
Exactly.
You mean the alarm isn't working?
Gee, don't get overly excited because of him, of course it works!
Why wouldn't it work?
Yes, they're answering in time.
They're not answering, something must be wrong!
We're stuck, so what? It happens every day!
It doesn't mean the whole system is broken!
If that was the case, we wouldn't even have...
- lights here, would we? - That's true.
Everything's absolutely fucked here.
Sure.
I almost fell in.
What do you mean by that?
Well, fell in.
The door opened, but no lift. Nothing.
Fine, keep it to yourself.
And then what?
Ask him, he knows everything.
They will notice that we're stuck.
- Don't panic. - Yes, but when?
Surely earlier than tomorrow morning, there are still people in the house.
I can't take this much longer.
Hello? Please come in!
Listen!
Hello?
If you think it doesn't help, suggest something else.
- I have time. - But I don't!
I'm tired, I want to get home, I've had enough of this.
You've made that quite clear.
- Also that you want to go home alone.. - Really?
I don't think this concerns you.
Then leave it out of this!
Stop talking about it all the time then.
Hey...
Don't worry.
Actually, nothing can happen.
I'm just so tired.
And I hate being confined in small spaces with other people.
Yes, I understand.
Don't be afraid. Really.
Afterwards you'll laugh about this.
I was pretty lucky. I was able to hang on...
at the last moment.
There wouldn't have been much left of you.
Stop it.
Do you remember the story about this bookkeeper in the States?
They found him in a lift shaft after 30 years. As skeleton.
It was a big story back then.
They managed to figure it all out.
Isn't it fascinating?
That after such a long time, they manage to establish whether it's murder
or accident or suicide.
- So? Was it murder? - I hardly doubt it.
- He had a 100 grand in his pocket. - You're making up another one of your stories.
This is an authentic case! The briefcase with the money was lying next to him.
He was working for the mob.
Maybe he was trying to trick them, who knows.
So they iced him.
And threw the money down the shaft? No.
It wasn't murder, wasn't suicide...
The guy had an accident. Just like you.
Crazy, don't you think?
Think about it, the poor bastard plans his big coup, minutely,
really, in minute detail.
He considers, cancels, hesitates...
Then decides to do it...
- and falls down the shaft! - Please cut it out,
I don't want to hear this now.
This sucks, man.
I'm starting to don't find it funny anymore.
This idiot must wake up eventually.
That won't help.
Shall I wait until we suffocate in here?
Suffocate?
- Is that possible? - Why not? Sure!
It's all metal. Here.
Not a gap.
Right? What do you say?
It's a coffin. One fifty and...
two by two meters. Six cubic meters of air for four people.
What does it make? Eh?
He won't need that much.
And if you stop blabbering, maybe we have a chance.
Something's coming.
It stopped right above us.
They didn't notice. Nobody's getting in.
It's coming down again.
- Hello! Hello! - Hello!
- Help! - Hello!
Help! We are here!
Hello!
Help!
Be quiet, be quiet!
It must be down by now.
Maybe they're answering.
Why is nothing happen?
My God, they passed right by us and...
Why isn't anyone coming?
Ask me something easier.
Do you think everyone's gone home?
How should I know?
Why are you grin so stupidly?
Think you're clever, eh?
Listen, I'll tell you something.
If nobody's here anymore, we're in deep shit.
Better give a signal.
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