Elevator || Larry

Two:

Louis: (shakes hand) "Ok, Harry.. So what's the plan?"

Harry: "Well.." (looks around the small elevator) "There's not really much we can do."

Louis: "We should probably call for help, right?"

Harry: (laughs) "Yeah, that would probably be a good idea."

(Louis pulls out his phone)

Louis: "Oh no.."

Harry: "What's wrong?"

Louis: "My phone.." (frantically clicks buttons) "It's dead!"

Harry: (scoffs to self) "Perfect."

Louis: (snappy) "Well where's your phone, Mr. Perfect?"

Harry: "I didn't bring it."

Louis: "What kind of a person goes somewhere without their phone?"

Harry: "Well excuse me for not living on my phone every second." (folds arms) "Who goes somewhere without charging their phone anyway?"

Louis: "It's almost midnight, Harry." (pauses) "I had a long day, I didn't have time to charge it."

(awkward pause)

Harry: "So.. Do you wanna talk about your day, now?"

Louis: (eyes wide) "Excuse me?"

Harry: "Well.." (shrugs) "We're probably gonna be here a while.."

Louis: "Do you not understand the gravity of our current situation! We don't have time for small talk right now." (starts pacing again) "We need to find a way out of here."

Harry: "Alright, Alright.." (helps him look around)

(Louis walks over to the buttons by the door)

Louis: "What do you think this red button does?"

Harry: "Umm.." (pouts lip out) "I have no idea."

Louis: (turns head) "Should I push it?"

Harry: "I suppose it couldn't get any worse."

Louis: "Well.." (lays finger on the button) "Here goes nothing."

(Louis presses the red button, causing the elevator to shake violently)

Louis: "Oops!"

Harry: "I think you hit the emergency break!"

Louis: (frantic) "What do I do!?"

Harry: (points) "Try hitting it again!"

(Louis slams the button, suddenly the shaking stops)

Louis: "Ok.." (dusts self off) "Let's never do that again."

Harry: "Agreed.."

Louis: (turns toward Harry) "What do we do now?"

Harry: "I don't know."

(Harry shrugs before plopping down on the floor)

Harry: "I suppose we just.. wait."

Louis: "What do you think you're doing?"

Harry: "Sitting.."

Louis: (glares) "Why are you sitting?" (annoyed) "You can't sit. We need to find a way out of here!"

Harry: "How do you expect to escape an elevator?" (snorts) "There's no way out except that door." (points)

Louis: "Well.." (places hand on the door) "Let's try to open it."

Harry: "What?"

Louis: "We could have stopped on one of the floors.." (exhales) "It's worth a try."

Harry: "Alright.." (stands up) "Let's give it a shot."

(Harry stands opposite of Louis, placing his hands on the door)

Louis: "Ok.. We pull on three."

Harry: "Ok."

Louis: "One. Two. Three-"

(They tug on each side of the door as hard as they can)

Louis: "Come on!" (pulls) "Pull harder!"

Harry: "I'm pulling as hard as I can!"

(the door doesn't budge)

Louis: "Keep trying!"

Harry: (let's go) "This is hopeless, Louis."

Louis: (frantic) "No! You can't give up! K-Keep trying.."

Harry: "There's no way we can open it.." (sighs) "It's just too heavy."

(Louis throws his face into his hands, pacing back and fourth)

Louis: "No. No. No." (mumbles) "We're gonna die.. There's no way out of this.."

Harry: "Louis-"

Louis: (interrupts) "Don't you understand! We have no phone, it's the middle of the night, nobody knows we're here, the air is thinning-" (clutches chest) "I-I can't breathe."

Harry: (walks in front of him) "You're just having a panic attack."

Louis: "N-No.." (struggling to breathe) "I-I'm having an asthma attack."