That's one job l'd never do. Working around electricity.

Hold up.

That's Edgar Deems.

Come on.

He only wears that one damn jacket.

That's him, l'm telling you.

He sure must've been drunk this time.

Get your butt down from there!

Shit.

We can't leave him up there.

Thank you, Edgar.

You owe me on this one, you damned old boozehound.

One of these days, you'll have to get your ass on a wagon and stay there.

lt's not like l don't have better things to do than climb towers...

...and drag your hairy ass down.

Jesus!

Was it a heart attack, doctor?

No.

He died of dehydration. Thirst.

That doesn't make any sense. That takes a couple of days, doesn't it?

Maybe even three or four.

You mean he sat up there three or four days?

He sat up there and just died of thirst?