DIE HARD Screenplay by Jeb Stuart Revisions by Steven E. DeSouza based on the novel Nothing Lasts Forever by Roderick Thorp A Gordon Company/Silver Pictures Production ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "DIE HARD" FADE IN 1 405 FREEWAY - LOS ANGELES - EARLY EVENING 1 Christmas tinsel on the light poles. We ARE LOOKING east past Inglewood INTO the orange grid of L.A. at night when suddenly we TILT UP TO CATCH the huge belly of a landing 747 -- the noise is deafening. 2 INT. 747 - PASSENGERS - SAME 2 The usual moment just after landing when you let out that sigh of relief that you've made it in one piece. As the plane TAXIS to its gate, they stir, gather personal belongings. 3 ON JOHN MCCLANE 3 mid-thirties, good-looking, athletic and tired from his trip. He sits by the window. His relief on landing is subtle, but we NOTICE. Suddenly, he hears -- SALESMAN'S VOICE You don't like flying, do you? McClane turns, looks at the Babbit clone next to him. Caught, he tenses, holds his armrests in exaggerated fear. MCCLANE No, no, where'd you get that idea? SALESMAN (smiling) Ya wanna know the secret of successful air travel? After you get where you're going, ya take off your shoes and socks. Then ya walk around on the rug barefoot and make fists with your toes. MCCLANE Fists with your toes. SALESMAN Maybe it's not a fist when it's your toes...I mean like this...work out that time zone tension. (demonstrating) Better'n a cup of coffee and a hot shower for the old jet lag. I know it sounds crazy. Trust me. I've been doing it for nine years. The plane stops. Passengers rise, start to take down overhead luggage. McClane does this, but as he opens the door above, the businessman BLANCHES seeing: 3-A HIS P.O.V. - MCCLANE'S BARETTA PISTOL 3-A Peeking out from his jacket. 3-B BACK TO SCENE 3-B Recognizing the look, McClane smiles reassuringly. MCCLANE It's okay. (showing badge) I'm a cop. (pause) Trust me. I've been doing it for eleven. The businessman relaxes, moves off. McClane now wrestles down the biggest Teddy Bear FAO Schwartz had to offer. Balancing this, he moves down to another overhead, takes out a topcoat and an overnighter. Barely managing all this, he turns, COLLIDING WITH: 3-C A PRETTY STEWARDESS 3-C She bumps noses with the bear, gives a look. STEWARDESS (smiling, about the bear) Maybe you should have bought her a ticket. MCCLANE Her? He scrutinizes the nether regions of the bear, shrugs. MCCLANE She doesn't complain. STEWARDESS (eying him) Neither would I. McClane smiles, with just enough of a sigh to know he's as wistful about things-that-might-have-been as she is...moves down the aisle. CUT TO: 4 INT. THE NAKATOMI BUILDING (LOS ANGELES) - EVENING 4 CLOSE ON A bottle of Dom Perignon as the cork explodes across a large office floor decorated for Christmas. A Japanese man, mid-fifties standing on a desk holds up the bottle triumphantly and looks out at an adoring audience of junior executives and office personnel. He is JOSEPH TAKAGI, Sr V.P. of Sales for Nakatomi, a multinational corporation. TAKAGI Ladies and gentlemen...I congratulate each and every one of you for making this one of the greatest days in the history of the Nakatomi corporation... In the b.g., obviously still at work, an attractive BUSINESSWOMAN in her mid-thirties, studying a computer printout, heads toward her office. Falling into step with her is HARRY ELLIS, thirty-seven, V.P. of Sales. Well-dressed, with stylish, slicked-back hair, he looks and acts very smooth. ELLIS What about dinner? WOMAN (HOLLY) Harry, it's Christmas Eve. Families... Stockings...chestnuts...Rudolph and Frosty...those things ring a bell? She turns into: 5 HER OFFICE 5 Her name is HOLLY GENNARO MCCLANE, though the nameplate on her door stops after the first two. She puts the printout down on her secretary's desk. ELLIS (in reply) I was thinking more of roaring fireplaces...mulled wine and a nice brie... Holly ignores the come-on, turns to her secretary. HOLLY Ginny, it's 6:40, you're making me feel like Ebeneezer Scrooge. Go on, join the party, have some champagne. Ginny slowly manipulates herself out of her seat. She is enormously pregnant. GINNY (grateful) Thanks Ms. Gennaro. (worried) Do you think the baby can handle a little sip? HOLLY (eyeing her) Ginny, that baby's ready to tend bar. ELLIS (not giving up) How about tomorrow night? Holly just points to the door. He follows Ginny out, clearly not giving up. Just then the party on Holly's phone picks up and we: INTERCUT: 6 INT. NICE HOUSE IN SANTA MONICA 6 where a five-year old LUCY MCCLANE races her YOUNGER BROTHER to the phone, winsthe wrestling match, and answers with a sense of importance. An Xmas tree is in the b.g. LUCY McClane residence. Lucy McClane speaking. Holly suddenly smiles. It is the first time we've seen her smile and it speaks volumes about the person hidden under a tough business exterior. HOLLY (with affection) Hello, Lucy McClane. This is your mother. She looks up and watches Ellis leave. He "shoots" her with a "catch ya later" wink. LUCY Mommy! When are you coming home?! HOLLY Soon. You'll be in bed when I get there, though. LUCY Will you come say 'good night'? HOLLY Don't I always, you goose? (enjoying Lucy's giggle) Now put Paulina on the line, and no searching the house for presents! LUCY (caught) I didn't look in the front closet under the steps! Is Daddy coming home with you? JOHN, JR. (hearing this, jumping up and down) Yeah! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! (on second thought) And a Captain Power! HOLLY (a little tightly) Well, we'll see what Santa and Mommy can do. Goose, put Paulina on, okay? Lucy hands the phone to a young Salvadorian woman, PAULINA, the housekeeper. PAULINA Hello, Mrs. Holly. You coming home soon? HOLLY I'm working on it. (beat) Did Mr. McClane call? * PAULINA No ma'am. Holly hides a trace of disappointment. HOLLY Well...maybe there wasn't time before * the flight. You should probably make up the spare room just in case. PAULINA (smiling) Yes, Mrs. Holly. I do that already. * Holly's smile comes through again. 7 INT. LAX - EVENING 7 McClane, wearing his wool topcoat and carrying the biggest stuffed animal FAO Schwartz had in stock and his hangup bag, comes down the American Airlines ramp and into the terminal. He avoids one near-collision involving his stuffed animal, an act which drives him into another fender bender with a CUTE GIRL who looks like she's ready for high tide at Zuma. As she smiles, weaves onward, McClane looks at his own Arctic gear and then the girl as she kisses a similarly garbed boyfriend. MCCLANE (sotto, to himself) California. He looks around the terminal at: 7-A HIS P.O.V. - TERMINAL 7-A FAMILY REUNIONS are going on all around his as grandparents greet grown children and their children, YOUNG WIVES greet uniformed SOLDIERS, our Babbit businessman greets a pleasant wife and two pleasant kids. It's all very traditional, very touching and not the least bit corny. 7-B BACK TO SCENE 7-B McClane watches, moved by the sight, then looks around the waiting area, just on the chance his family might be waiting. Instead he spots a thin, gangling black kid, ARGYLE, in an ill-fitting chauffeur's uniform. As he waits he beats out a rhythmn on a "Nakatomi Corporation" card with J. McCLANE written on it in magic marker. McClane pauses in front of him, unsure. MCCLANE I'm John McClane. ARGYLE (introducing himself) Argyle. I'm your limo driver. Hey, nice bag. He turns and starts walking. McClane paces him, still juggling bag and giant animal. MCCLANE Argyle. Don't you take this stuff? ARGYLE (stops) Do I? I'm sorry. You're gonna have to help me, man. This is my first time driving a limo. MCCLANE That's okay. This is my first time riding in one. CUT TO: 8 WITH THE LIMO - DUSK 8 TILT UP from the Lincoln emblem on the car. Both Argyle and McClane are in the front seat. ARGYLE Just kick back and relax, man. We got everything you need: CD, CB, TV, VHS, telephone, full bar. He looks in the back seat, which is occupied by the bear. ARGYLE If your friend is hot to trot...I know a couple of mama bears. (turning to McClane) ...Or is he married? MCCLANE Married. McClane tries to get comfortable, scowls as a RUSTLING NOISE reveals wrappers and styrofoam from Taco Bell. He scowls at Argyle. ARGYLE The girl was off today. Hey, I didn't expect you to sit up front. (back to the topic) So, your lady live out here? MCCLANE The past six months. ARGYLE (thinking about that) Meanwhile, you still live in New York? MCCLANE You're nosey, you know that, Argyle? ARGYLE Hey, I'm sorry. When I was a cabdriver, see, people expected a little chit chat, a little eccentricity and comaraderie, I forgot how stuck up you limo guys were, so excuse me. MCCLANE (amused) It's okay, it's okay. ARGYLE (instantly) So, you divorced of what? McClane gives up. MCCLANE She had a good job, it turned into a great career. ARGYLE But meant her moving here. MCCLANE Closer to Japan. You're fast. ARGYLE So, why didn't you come? MCCLANE 'Cause I'm a New York cop who used to be a New York kid, and I got six months backlog of New York scumbags I'm still trying to put behind bars. I don't just get up and move. ARGYLE (to the point) You mean you thought she wouldn't make it out here and she'd come crawling on back, so why bother to pack? McClane grins, he like Argyle even if he is direct. MCCLANE Like I said, Argyle...you're fast. ARGYLE (popping in a cassette) Mind if I play some tunes? A hard RAP SONG blasts from the speakers. MCCLANE How 'bout some Christmas music? ARGYLE That is Christmas music. And damned it if isn't, the Fat Boys of Run DMC doing a revisionist number on WHITE CHRISTMAS or something. McClane gives up, looks out the window. 9 HIS P.O.V. 9 Convertibles with Christmas trees in their back seats, Time/Temperature signs which reads: 69 degrees, palm trees trimmed in Christmas lights, intermittent West side token "Happy Chanukahs"...it is clear that Christmas L.A. style has its own unique style. 10- OUT OUT 10- 11 11 11-A THE LIMO - CENTURY CITY 11-A TILT DOWN FROM one of the stars of this film, the well-lit, impressive and spanking-new NAKATOMI BUILDING. The limo pulls up, parks, and Argyle gets out. McClane lets himself out, which is fine because Argyle doesn't remember he's supposed to do it. They both go to the rear of the vehicle. 12 EXT. NAKATOMI BUILDING - NIGHT 12 Argyle climbs out of the limo and stops by the trunk. ARGYLE So, you go on upstairs to the party, your lady sees you, you run into each other's arms. Music comes up, you live happily ever after, that it? MCCLANE It's corny, but I could live with it. ARGYLE What is it don't work out that way? Where you gonna stay? MCCLANE I'll find someplace. He looks up at the highrise lit by huge spotlights, then back at Argyle who's made no attempt to open the trunk. ARGYLE Tell you what. I'll pull into the parking garage and wait. You score with your wife give me a call on the car phone and I'll leave your bags inside at the desk. You strike out... I'll get you to a hotel. He hands McClane a business card with the number on it. MCCLANE (taking the number) You're all right, Argyle. ARGYLE Just remember that when you sign for the tip. (pointing to the building) They're paying for it, so don't be shy. McClane grins, heads inside. 13 INT. NAKATOMI LOBBY - NIGHT 13 Beautiful and -- on first glance -- deserted. Finally a SOUND in the sterile lobby reveals the presence of a SECURITY GUARD hidden until now behind a massive desk. McClane goes there, signs in. MCCLANE Holly McClane? The Guard points to a prominent touch screen computer console. GUARD Just type it in there. McClane is confused for a moment, then he moves to the screen. He gives the Guard a look...the Guard raises his eyebrows as if to say give it a try. 13-A SCREEN - CLOSER 13-A McClane types, "McClane, Holly". Pause. The screen replies, NO SUCH EMPLOYEE LISTED. 13-B MCCLANE 13-B Frowns...thinks. Simultaneously inspired and suspicious, he types again. 13-C THE SCREEN 13-C McClane types, GENNERO, HOLLY. This time the screen CHANGES, shows an elevation of the building and then a floor plan of the 30th floor with Holly's office BLINKING. * 13-D BACK TO SCENE 13-D MCCLANE Cute toy. GUARD Yeah. When you have to take a leak it'll help you find your zipper. MCCLANE Thirtieth floor... * GUARD (pointing) Take the express elevator and get off at the noise. McClane nods, moves off. He moves to the elevators, and as he does his experienced eye takes in: 13-E ANOTHER SECURITY GUARD 13-E Patrolling a different area. 13-F SEVERAL HI-TECH CAMERAS AND SENSORS 13-F which are cleverly worked into the decor of the lobby. 13-G BACK TO SCENE 13-G McClane reacts with bored professionalism, NODS to the guard. MCCLANE Lots of hardware... The guard shrugs. McClane gets in the elevator. 14 INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT 14 McClane hits "30" and REACTS to the hyper-powered SPEED with which he rises. He rotates his head, getting out the travel cricks. As he approaches the 30th floor we hear a tremendous THUMPING, THROBBING NOISE. McClane stops and listens before he realizes -- it's the party. As the doors open the noise ATTACKS us. 15 30TH FLOOR - SAME 15 McClane moves around the edge of the party, gradually spiraling inward. He grabs a glass of Mimosa champagne punch from a passing tray, sips...scowls. Spotting open beers in an ice bucket, he tosses the punch into a potted plant, even burying the plastic glass. Sipping the beer, he moves through the dense party. People he doesn't know throw streamers over him. A WOMAN kisses him. He grins. A MAN kisses him. MCCLANE (to himself, shaking his head) California... Finally he queries a DANCING WOMAN. The MUSIC drowns out their words but she nods, points off in some generic direction. McClane heads that way, cuts around a Christmas tree, loses his bearings. He sees: 15-A TAKAGI 15-A who has an air of authority. McClane goes up to him. MCCLANE Excuse me, I'm looking for -- TAKAGI Holly Gennero? MCCLANE Yeah. How'd you know? TAKAGI I've spent half my life on airplanes, * I can recognize someone who just got off one. (shaking hands) I'm Joe Takagi, Mr. McClane. I have ...something to do with this company. MCCLANE So I've heard. Takagi smiles, leads the way. As they approach Holly's office door, McClane notices the name there is -- again -- "Gennero". TAKAGI Holly went to the Vault room to FAX some documents...she should be back any... 16 HOLLY'S OFFICE 16 Ellis is behind the desk. He's SNIFFLING and just as they come in he SWEEPS the back of the slick desktop with his hand. Both McClane and Takagi catch on...but Takagi tries to hide his awareness. ELLIS Ah...hi...I just had to make a quick call, and this was the nearest phone... TAKAGI (as Ellis rises) Ellis, this is John McClane... (with meaning) Holly's policeman? (to McClane) Ellis is in charge of International Acquisitions. MCCLANE (shaking hands with Ellis) That explains the recent deal with Bolivia. Ellis REACTS, runs a checking finger under his nose. MCCLANE (sotto) Relax, Ellis. I'm off duty. TAKAGI (eager to change the subject, to McClane) Can I get you anything? Food? Cake? Watered down champagne punch? MCCLANE (grinning) I'm fine. (looking through the glass) You throw quite a party. I didn't know they had Christmas in Japan. TAKAGI Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out, we got you with tape decks. McClane laughs. He likes this guy. ELLIS Actually, it's kind of a double celebration. * We closed a pretty big deal today and a lot of it was due to Holly. The door OPENS. Holly comes inside. HOLLY All set, Joe. The contracts went over the wire, and -- (surprised) John...! 16-A MCCLANE AND HOLLY 16-A A moment. Does the sound of the party stop for him? We know it. For her? It's more cryptic. We sure hope so. HOLLY (recovering) I was hoping you made that flight. JOHN (quietly) I was hoping you were hoping that. She laughs, kisses him on the cheek. Ellis notes the awkwardness. TAKAGI (to McClane) You wife's made for this business. She know how to drive a hard bargain. MCCLANE Yeah. I remember our first date. ELLIS Show him the watch. As she hesitates: ELLIS Go on, show him. What're you, embarrassed? (to McClane) A little token of our appreciation for all her work. He takes Holly's wrist, holds it up. McClane smoothly takes the wrist away from Ellis, looks at the watch. MCCLANE Nice, but one of us is three hours out of sync. I think it's me. (to Holly, pointedly) Is there a place I can wash up? HOLLY (happy for the excuse) Sure. Follow me. They go out. Alone, Takagi's look at Ellis shows his disapproval of certain snow at Christmas. CUT TO: 17 EXT. NAKATOMI - NIGHT 17 An Emory freight truck turns off Olympic into the underground parking garage of Nakatomi. 18 INT. PARKING GARAGE 18 It goes down the ramp and passes Argyle's black limo. The driver's seat is EMPTY. 19 INT. LIMO - SAME 19 Argyle sits in the back seat hidden from the outside world by the tinted rear windows. He is making a drink from the bar with the TV on and his rap music blasting from the cassette player, oblivious to the truck passing behind him. 20 INT. PARKING GARAGE - SAME 20 The Emory truck stops in front of the service elevator on the next level down. As the truck idles, the uniformed driver makes a note on his clipboard. 21 INT. ELLIS' OFFICE - NIGHT 21 TILT UP FROM McClane's BARE FEET. He is clenching and unclenching his toes. MCCLANE (surprised, actually feeling tension decline) Son-of-a-bitch. It works. Holly sits on the desk here, watches him remove his jacket, tie shirt, etc. Begin to wash up in the private bath. HOLLY What are you doing? MCCLANE It's a long story. You know, I think that Ellis has his eye on you. HOLLY That's okay... (pause) ... I have an eye on his private bathroom. McClane's face shows his relief (or rather, his attempt not to show any). * HOLLY So, where are you staying? This * all happened so fast I didn't even ask you on the phone. McClane finishes drying his face and steps to the bath doorway. MCCLANE Well, Cappy Roberts retired out here a couple years ago. He said I could bunk with him. HOLLY Oh...Where does he live? MCCLANE Ramona...no, Pomona, that's it. HOLLY Pomona! You'll be in the car the whole time...Look, let's make this easy. I have a spare bedroom. It's not huge, but the kids would love to have you at the house. McClane fixes her with a look. MCCLANE They would, huh? HOLLY (beat; honest) I would too. * They lock eyes for a moment, but it's an intense moment that says a lot about how they still feel about each other. Just then a man and a woman, both a little tipsy, open the door to the office, see that it's occupied and beat a hasty retreat. The interruption temporarily dents the mood. Holly tries to smile. But for McClane it's the last frustration. HOLLY ...I've missed you. * MCCLANE Especially my name. You must miss it every time you write a check. When did you start calling yourself 'Ms. Gennero'? HOLLY (caught) This is a Japanese company, you know? They figure a married woman, she's on the way out the door... MCCLANE Sure. It's unnerving. I remember this one particular married woman, she went out the door so fast there was practically a jetwash...I mean, talk about your wind chill factor... HOLLY Didn't we have this same conversation in July? Damn it, John, there was an opportunity out here -- I had to take it -- MCCLANE No matter what it did to our marriage -- ? HOLLY My job and my title and my salary did nothing to our marriage except change your idea of what it should be. MCCLANE Oh, here it comes. One of those 'meaningful relationship conversations.' I never should've let you get those magazine subscriptions -- HOLLY You want to know my idea of a marriage? It's a partnership where people help each other over the rough spots -- console each other when there's a down...and when there's an up, well, hell, a little Goddamn applause or an attaboy wouldn't be too bad. (quietly) I needed that, John. (pause) I deserved that. There's a clumsy pause as if she's almost challenging him to say...something but he sets his jaw, says nothing. Just then the door opens and Ginny leans inside. GINNY Miz Gennero? Mr. Takagi is looking for you...he wants you to say something to the troops... HOLLY Thanks, Ginny. I'll be a second. Oh, this is -- MCCLANE (mock bright 'radio' voice) Hi. John Gennero here. I'm the sensitive and supportive man of the eighties. Ginny looks puzzled, goes out. Holly sighs, moves to the door. HOLLY I'll be a few minutes. Wait here -- MCCLANE Don't I always? She's gone. Immediately, he slaps his forehead, contrite. MCCLANE (to himself) Schmuck! 22- OUT OUT 22- 23 23 24 INT. BUILDING LOBBY - SAME TIME 24 The Guard at the front desk notices the Emory truck on his monitor. The Guard continues to watch the Emory truck and only half notices as a Mercedes pulls up in front of the building and two extremely well-dressed BUSINESSMAN (late twenties) climb out and start up the stairs for the door. As they cross the lobby to the Guard's table to sign in, we hear their conversation. MAN #1 (THEO) (animatedly) ...So, Kareem rebounds -- listen, this is a great play -- feeds Worthy on the break, over to A.C., to Magic, back to Worthy in the lane and -- Suddenly the other man pulls out a Walther pistol with a silencer and aims it at the Guard's forehead. Before the Guard can react he pulls the trigger. THEO (dryly) Boom...two points. (The speed with which the murder takes place sets the tone for the rest of the action.) The killer moves behind the desk, stepping over a small pool of blood from the Guard. His name is KYLE, big, with long blond hair like a rock drummer. Karl takes off the silencer and looks at the video monitor of the Emory truck. The first man, Theo, opens his briefcase, takes out a portable CB radio and speaks into it. THEO We're in. 25 ON THE SCREEN 25 the driver nods at the security camera as several men climb out of the rear of the van and begin unloading wooden crates by the service elevator. 26 INT. ELLIS' OFFICE - NIGHT 26 McClane looks at all the lavishness around him and picks up a phone by the toilet. He opens his wallet and takes out the phone number Argyle have him. A photo of his children stops him. It's of Holly, the two children and himself in happier days: Six months ago, before Nakatomi came calling to Holly's door. McClane flips it over. On the back in crude but painstaking hand of a five-year-old it says: WE MISS YOU, DADDY. LOVE LUCY (and in more primitive letters) JOHN. McClane returns the photo to his wallet, dials the number. 26 INT. BUILDING OPERATIONS CONTROL ROOM 26 Theo enters the small control room and comfortably sits behind a maintenance keyboard. Whistling a vaguely familiar tune, he TYPES in some commands and locks down the passenger elevators up to the 30th floor. Then with several more computer commands, systematically causes: 27 THE HEAVY STEEL GATES TO THE PARKING GARAGE CLOSE 27 28 THE ESCALATORS TO THE GARAGE COME TO A STOP 28 29 OUT OUT 29 30 CONTROL ROOM - SAME 30 Theo finishes typing and disconnects the keyboard and pulls out the wires from beneath the panel. 31 INT. LOBBY - SAME 31 The doors to a service elevator open TO REVEAL HANS GRUBER, impeccably dressed, lean and handsome, he steps out into the lobby like he owns the building -- and in a way he does. Theo steps to the door of the control room and tosses Hans a COMPUTER CARD. Hans goes to the front door, waves the card over a magnetic plate. An LED BLINKS and the door LOCKS with a THUD. Hans looks out at the street. Appropriately enough, "not a creature is stirring." Century City is quiet. 32- OUT OUT 32- 35 35 35-A LOBBY - QUICK CUTS 35-A An elevator opens REVEALING TEN MORE MEN, all armed with Kalashnikov machine guns are carrying canvas kit bags. One of them, EDDIE, a rugged American in his twenties, goes to the dead guard and immediately begins changing into his cloths. Meanwhile: A) Karl takes a tool case from the elevator and joins his brother TONY, first playfully grabbing him. They head for the basement stairwell; B) Theo leaves the control room and nods to Hans. C) Eddie finished adjusting buttons and snaps on his pilfered uniform, takes his position behind the front desk. 36 HANS 36 looks at his watch and seems pleased. He steps into the service elevator with the others and presses the button for the 30th floor. The entire sequence has taken maybe sixty seconds. 37 INT. ELLIS' BATHROOM - 30th FLOOR - SAME 37 McClane is still barefoot, his pant legs now rolled up above his ankles. He stretches his toes again. Damn, it works. He lights up a new Marlboro, dials a number on the (bathroom) phone. 38 INT. BUILDING BASEMENT - PHONE ROOM 38 A large sign says: PACIFIC BELL EMPLOYEES ONLY. Inside Tony stands in front of an intimidating matrix of phone lines -- but what he has in mind won't require a doctorate in Electrical Engineering. Karl comes over, gives his an elder brother's punch on the arm, points out what to do. Together they focus on four CPV plastic conduits which run out of the main panel over their heads. Tony nods. Opens a case REVEALING a compact electric chainsaw. 39 INT. ELLIS' BATHROOM - RESUME 39 MCCLANE (on phone) Argyle...? 40 INT. LIMO 40 Argyle is reclining on the seat. The music is on so loud that it is nearly impossible to hear. ARGYLE Hey, John, what's the word on you and your lady? MCCLANE'S VOICE The vote's not in yet. 41 INT. PHONE ROOM - SAME 41 Karl cuts through the four tubes one at a time. 42 INT. ELLIS' BATHROOM - SAME 42 McClane on the phone. ARGYLE'S VOICE (mocking) 'Vote's not in yet?' What's that supposed to mean. MCCLANE What do you want, 'All My Children'? We're making progress. After I get my foot out of my mouth, we'll really be cooking, and then I can -- He stops and gently taps the phone cradle. No dial tone. 43 INT. LIMO 43 Argyle looks at the phone. ARGYLE What?...Mr. Mac, you there? He turns down the music but there is on one on the line. ARGYLE (to himself) Well, call me back, John. You got the number. He hangs up and turns the volume back up. 44 ELLIS' OFFICE 44 McClane hangs up the original phone and then tries the other one on the desk. It, too, is dead. 45 INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR 45 Hans and the others approaching the 30th floor. As they grow closer, we hear the noise of the speakers growing louder and louder. The men cock their weapons and brace themselves as the car stops and the elevator doors open. ON THE SOUND OF GUNSHOTS AND SCREAMS WE: CUT TO: 46 INT. ELLIS' OFFICE 46 McClane grabs his shoulder harness off the back of the chair, moves quickly to the doorway. He looks down the hall. 47 MCCLANE'S P.O.V. 47 Two terrorists, FRANCE and FRITZ, armed with M-5 machine guns searching the offices on the hall one by one. They open a door, look in from the hallway, and move on quickly to the next. They are four offices away and moving fast. McClane looks across the corridor and sees the stairwell door -- too far to reach without being seen. 48 MCCLANE 48 steps back, throws off the safety on his Beretta and braces himself. He opens the door, peers through a crack at: 49 HALLWAY - FRANCE AND FRITZ 49 QUICK CUTS as McClane's eyes SCAN their weapons...he's totally outgunned, and he knows it. Franco and Fritz reach the office just before Ellis' and throw open the door REVEALING the man and woman who interrupted Holly and McClane a few minutes before, now in the throes of passionate lovemaking on the desk. The two terrorists smile at each other, then enter the office. A moment later the man, (trying desperately to pull up his pants) and the woman (buttoning her blouse) are pushed out into the hall and toward the larger group by Fritz. The other terrorist, Franco, goes to Ellis' office and opens the door. It is...empty. 50 INT. STAIRWELL - SAME 50 CLOSE ON McClane's bare feet padding quickly up the concrete stairs, two at a time. We FOLLOW him up, then out onto the: 50-A 31th FLOOR 50-A This is the mezzanine floor immediately above the main Nakatomi lobby. McClane sees Theo and KRISTOFF wheeling carts of equipment. McClane ducks back into the stairwell, he runs up another flight and out onto: 51 UNFINISHED FLOOR 51 Eventually it will be one large secretarial pool, but only a portion is completed. Half-finished partitions and office furniture in its original plastic wrappings are everywhere. One end has a few lonely finished working areas. McClane moves quickly to a desk and picks up a phone. It's out. MCCLANE Shit... He looks out the window at: 51-A NEIGHBORING BUILDING - MCCLANE'S P.O.V. 51-A A high-rise apartment building a half-block away sparkles with lights. McClane stares at a PRETTY GIRL in her bedroom. She's wearing drop dead underwear right out of the Victoria's Secret catalog. As we watch, she flops down on her bed, and with one long leg in the air, effortlessly dials a call on her high-tech phone. It seems so easy. 51-B BACK TO SCENE 51-B Frustrated, he watches this, knits his brow. MCCLANE Think... 52 INT. 30th FLOOR (HOSTAGE FLOOR) - SAME 52 The employees have been herded to the center of the room where the desks have been pulled back. Many people are whimpering. 52-A HOLLY 52-A She looks around the room for McClane. She's so intent on this that she doesn't see one TERRORIST waving her forward. Exasperated, he SHOVES her. Her glare at him shows us her mettle. 52-B WIDER 52-B As the employees are bunched together, Ellis seeks out Holly. He's clearly scared but trying to fake courage. He pats her hand "reassuringly." Hans steps up on top of a desk and looks over the group. He reaches into a pocket...several people CRINGE...but what he comes out with is a Bottega Venata pocket notebook. He checks his own scribblings like a dais speaker. HANS (soothing, in control) Ladies and gentlemen, due to the Nakatomi Corporation's legacy of greed around the globe, it is about to be taught a lesson on real power. You...will be witnesses. If our demands are not met, however -- (sad smile) -- You may become participants instead. (beat, checking notes) Now, where is...'Takagi'? Where is the man who... (slight smile) ...used to be in charge here? Takagi is shoved forward. He's worried but far from cowed. Hans steps towards him. Extends a hand. HANS (quite civil) Mr. Takagi. How do you do. My name is Hans Gruber. Takagi is confused by his charm. Hans waves politely in the direction of an elevator and with an armed escort takes the executive away. CAMERA ADJUSTS to show Holly, concerned. 56 INT. STAIRWELL - 33rd FLOOR - SAME 56 McClane pauses outside the stairwell door to the 33rd floor, he presses the handle and cracks the door open TO REVEAL a computer floor. The computer machinery drones on under the lights behind plate glass windows. McClane quietly closes the door and moves to another floor. MCCLANE (mumbling to himself) 32 construction...33 computers... 57- OUT OUT 57- 58 58 59 INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - NIGHT 59 Hans, Takagi, Karl and Tony. Riding silently. Hans alone seems relaxed. He whistles. We recognize it as a snatch of Wagner. HANS Nice suit. John Philips...London? Takagi stares at him, speechless. HANS (smiles) I have two myself. (beat, as he exits:) I'm told Arafat shops there too... 60 INT. STAIRWELL 60 McClane starts to open the stairwell door to the Machine Floor when a NOISE above him gets his attention. He moves silently up one flight to the roof. Quietly, he cracks the door and looks out onto a Machine Floor on the lower level of the roof. 61 MCCLANE'S P.O.V. 61 Three terrorist, JAMES, ULI and HEINRICH, are unpacking the wooden crates we saw in the garage from the service elevator. It's not clear what they're doing but it seems very military like and ominously defensive. Heinrich POINTS up to the ceiling and says something in German. The others nod. Heinrich starts to turn towards the CAMERA and: 62 MCCLANE 62 closes the door and slips back down the stairs. 63 INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - BOARD ROOM FLOOR - NIGHT 63 Hands enters, looks around. * HANS * And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept. For there were no more worlds to conquer. (to Takagi) The benefits of a classical education. Hans admired a scale model of a bridge. Behind him are * photographs of the gorge where the bridge will be constructed. Karl and Tony listen. Takagi watches. HANS It's beautiful. I always enjoyed models as a boy. The exactness, the attention to every foreseeable detail... perfection. TAKAGI (defensively) This is what this is about? Out building project in Indonesia? Contrary to what you people think, we're going to develop that region... not 'exploit' it. Hans straightens, looks hard at Takagi. HANS I believe you. (smiling) I read the article in Forbes. * Takagi looks confused. Hans puts a friendly arm around Takagi's shoulders and guides him into the adjacent board room where Theo types in commands onto a built-in computer console. HANS Mr. Takagi, we could discuss industrialization of men's fashions all day, but I'm afraid my associate, Mr. Theo, has some questions for you. Sort of fill-in-the blanks questions actually... JUMP CUT: 64 A COMPUTER SCREEN SPITS OUT: 64 NAKATOMI CORPORATION. BOARD WORKSTATION. ENTER CENTRAL COMPUTER CODE KEY _ _ _ _. 65 THEO 65 sits fingers poised over the keyboard. Hans sits opposite. Takagi stands like the accused at the foot of the table, has just read the screen, blurts: TAKAGI I don't have that code...! (beat; to Hans) You broke in here to access out computer?!? Any information you could get -- they wake up in Tokyo in the morning, they'll change it! You won't be able to blackmail our executives or threaten -- Hans barks him to silence: HANS SIT DOWN! Takagi complies. Hans is abruptly compassionate and quiet. HANS Mr. Takagi...I'm not interested in your computer. (beat) I'm interested in the 640 million dollars in negotiable bearer bonds you have in you vault. ON Takagi's reaction. HANS Yes...I know about them. The code key is a necessary step in accessing the vault. TAKAGI You want...money? What kind of terrorists are you? HANS (amused) Who said we were terrorists? 65-A MCCLANE - ENTERING THIS FLOOR 65-A He tiptoes along, gun held ready. He can HEAR the MUMBLE of voices from the conference room, moves slowly towards it. 65-B CONFERENCE ROOM - RESUME 65-B Hans slowly takes out his Walther and his silencer. He feels his silencer a moment, as if making a decision, then slips it back into his coat pocket. HANS (weighing the gun) The code key, please...? TAKAGI It's useless to you! There's seven safeguards on our vault, and the code key is only one of them! You'll never get it open! Hans lifts the gun. HANS Then there's no reason not to tell it to us. THEO (aside to Karl) I told you... KARL It's not over... Hans gives them both a look like an annoyed schoolmaster, turns back to Takagi. HANS This is too nice a suit to ruin, Mr. Takagi. I'm going to count to three. There will not be a four. Give me the code. He cocks the gun: TAKAGI I don't know it! get on a Goddamn jet to Tokyo and ask the chairman! I'm telling you! You're just going to have to kill me -- HANS Okay. BANG!! He pulls the trigger: 66 OUT IN THE MUSEUM - MCCLANE 66 * reacts as if shot. A66-A HIS P.O.V. A66-A * The glass doors to the boardroom are splattered red and dripping... 66-A INSIDE 66-A Takagi is still seated, but the chair in flat on its back, blood flowing out into the carpet. Hans springs to his feet: HANS We do it the hard way! Tony, see if you can dispose of that. (the body) Karl, you'd better check Heinrich's work up on the machine floor. Karl, in the midst of handing Theo a fifty dollar bill, nods. 67 OUTSIDE - MCCLANE 67 stunned, sees Hans move and tries to retreat. But his gun bumps the underside of the table: 68 INSIDE - HANS 68 hears it. Karl is the first to move: 69 KARL 69 springs through the door, finds nothing. He checks two adjoining rooms, the first is deserted. The second...is locked. 70 KARL 70 returns to Hans. KARL Nothing... HANS (nods) See to Heinrich... (to Theo) Now...you can break the code key...? THEO (grins) You didn't bring me along for my charming personality. As he heads for the elevator. THEO (under his breath) 'Though you could have... Hans smiles, confident in his team, and follows. CAMERA SETTLES ON the door that Karl found locked. 71 INSIDE THE SUPPLY CLOSET - MCCLANE 71 slowly lets out a breath, praying softly: MCCLANE Argyle. Tell me you heard the shot. Tell me you heard the shot and you're calling the police right now... CUT TO: 72 INT. LIMO - PARKING GARAGE 72 Argyle is on the car phone. The music is playing. ARGYLE I'm working, honey. Working hard. 'Course I'll be by later to pick you up, have I ever lies to you? My boss? He thinks I'm cruising to Palm Springs... 72-A MACHINE LEVEL - TIGHT ON CEILING 72-A Heinrich PRESSES something into a niche here, scrambles like a monkey to a new position. Helped by one of his men, he JUMPS down, moves to another area, climbs up again, removing something from his shoulder bag. 73 VAULT ROOM - 31ST FLOOR 73 Hans and Theo enter the safe room. The huge corporate safe looms in front of them. Theo places three kit bags onto a table and rolls up his sleeves. He swivels a computer console into handy reach, sits down. HANS How long? THEO Thirty minutes to break the code... Two hours for the five mechanicals. The seventh lock...that's out of my hands. HANS If out plan works...the FBI will get rid of it for us. Theo grins, begins typing. 73-A HIS SCREEN 73-A He types BEGIN ALGORITHM CODE PROGRAM. RANDOM NUMBERS AND LETTERS begin going by: AAAAA; 11111; AAAAB; 11112. 74 32ND FLOOR 74 McClane moves out onto the 31st floor, angry at himself. MCCLANE Why the fuck didn't you stop him? (beat) Because, you ignorant sonofabitch, you'd be dead, too. Think...think, Goddamnit! Suddenly he looks up at the ceiling and sees a sprinkler head. His look drops to the wall and focuses on a small red fire alarm switch by the door. 75 INT. MAIN FLOOR - L.A. FIRE STATION - NIGHT 75 An ALARM sounds. Quickly firemen move to their machines as a voice of a 911 DISPATCHER drones. 911 DISPATCHER Main Wilshire units. Two alarm fire at Nakatomi Plaza -- The voice continues as the station doors open and we: CUT TO: 76 INT. NAKATOMI - GROUND FLOOR OPERATIONS ROOM - SAME 76 A fire alarm indicator light showing which floor has sounded the fire alarm -- suddenly begins flashing, emitting short, loud beeps. Eddie, the terrorist in the guard's uniform and manning the station, immediately picks up his CB. 77 32ND FLOOR - SAME 77 McClane stands at windows looking Northward for fire trucks. Suddenly we SEE the flashing red lights of FOUR ENGINES in traffic two miles away. MCCLANE C'mon, baby...come to Papa. I'm gonna kiss your Goddamn dalmatian. 78 INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - ON HANS - SAME 78 He rides the elevator back to the 30th floor with Tony. HANS (calmly, to Eddie on CB) Call 911, give them the name and badge number on your uniform and cancel the alarm...then disable the system. (looks across at Tony, presses talk button again) Eddie? What floor did the alarm go off? 78-A MACHINE FLOOR 78-A They've heard the alarm here, too. Heinrich, Marco and * Uli HEAR the alarm and continue their mysterious work. 79 UNFINISHED FLOOR - SAME 79 McClane stands silhouetted against the window. In the distance he can see another fire truck swing off Santa Monica onto Avenue of the Stars. Suddenly the red light on the first truck goes out, then on the second. McClane watches in disbelief. The trucks slow and turn down separate side streets, heading for home. MCCLANE (realizing) Son of a bitch... Just then the elevator bell rings and we HEAR the ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN. A figure (Tony) slips into the shadows -- his machine gun drawn. We MOVE WITH HIM FROM the elevator area until he reaches the light switch and throws it illuminating the entire floor. McClane is gone. 80 ON MCCLANE 80 under a desk. He takes in his options. 81 HIS P.O.V. 81 The feet of Tony. They move slowly in his direction. McClane Looks down the aisle next to the windows. It leads to a series of cubicles at the other end of the floor and is a clear path if he can make it past Tony. 82 TONY 82 He moves steadily toward the area where we saw McClane. TONY The fire has been called off, my friend. No one is coming to help you. You might as well come out and join the others. (fingers the trigger of his machine gun) I promise not to hurt you. Moving more confidently, he steps up to McClane's desk, then around it and fires a blast into the space. It is empty. As the SOUND OF THE MACHINE GUN FADES he listens and hears another SOUND -- a NOISE coming from the other end of the room near the cubicles. Tony heads toward the noise. Sensing a trap, he moves past each cubicle carefully, checking each office until he reaches the doorway of the last one. The sound is just around the partition. He tenses, then spins into the cubicle. 83 TONY'S P.O.V. 83 A radial arm saw spins noisily. 84 TONY 84 grins at his nervousness. He moves to turn it off, not realizing the sound has buried the soft rustle of McClane, steps INTO FRAME behind him, McClane shoves his pistol barrel against Tony's temple. MCCLANE Freeze, Police...don't move or name your beneficiary. Tony doesn't. McClane cocks his Beretta. Tony watches him calmly. TONY You won't hurt me. MCCLANE Yeah? Why not? TONY (smug) Because you are a policeman. There are rules for policemen. MCCLANE Yeah. My Captain keeps telling me the same thing. McClane suddenly PISTOL WHIPS Tony across the head. Tony REELS, then swallows, worried for the first time. MCCLANE Let's go. Suddenly Tony spins to the side and McClane FIRES, but the big man's momentum slams McClane into a filing cabinet and sends his pistol into the hall. Tony fires his machine gun, but McClane kicks him into the desk. He locks his arms around the big man's neck in a hold that sends Tony reeling into the hall. McClane holds on as they slam through several plastic board partitions. They careen across the hall into the stairwell door, opening it, and crash into: 85 STAIRWELL LANDING 85 then down the concrete steps into the wall on the landing below. For a moment, both men lie still. McClane, still holding onto Tony's neck, releases it and the man's head flops sickeningly to the side. For a moment McClane just looks at the dead man. Then, slowly, methodically, he begins to SEARCH HIM. He turns all his pockets inside out, looks at his clothing labels, stares long and very hard at a California driver's license with Tony's picture on it. He expertly examines the machine gun when a HISSING SOUND coming from somewhere attracts his attention. He rises, moves cautiously to the source. 85-A NEW ANGLE 85-A It's Tony's CB, which has fallen from the dead man's waist during the struggle. McClane stares at it, formulating a plan. CUT TO: 86 INT. 32ND FLOOR - NIGHT 86 PAN FROM Tony's now shoeless feet TO McClane, who sits on the floor near the body hurriedly lacing up the dead terrorist's boots on his own feet. He ties the last lace and tries to take a couple of steps. He winces in pain, goes off balance. Quickly he starts taking the boots off. MCCLANE A million terrorists in the world and I kill the one with feet smaller than my sister. He yanks off the boots and tosses them into the garbage. Then he pulls the body up and sets it down on a secretary's chair. He starts to push it along when he gets an idea and moves to: 86-A A DESK 86-A Where he scribbles a note we cannot read on a piece of paper. Then his eyes fall on some Xmas decorations nearby. He smiles to himself. 86-B IN THE ELEVATOR - UNFINISHED FLOOR 86-B TIGHT ON McClane's back as he pushes Tony's body on swivel chair into the elevator. (NOTE: WE CANNOT SEE TONY'S HEAD) CAMERA ADJUSTS as McClane pushes the buttons for the 31th and 30th floors. We notice he's got the dead man's machine gun and that a wooden desk ruler protrudes from McClane's back pocket. The elevator doors close and the car starts down. After it's dropped only half a floor, McClane forces the doors open with his fingers -- stopping the car between floors. Using the ruler he blocks open the inside doors, then opens the outside doors of the floor above (31st) with his fingers and pulls himself up onto the carpeted floor, then up onto the roof of the car. Once on the roof of the car he reaches over the edge and removes the ruler, closing the inside doors and setting the car in motion again. 86-C HOSTAGE FLOOR 86-C The hostages have been gathered together in a group in the center of the open floor, guards flanking them. The elevators are barely visible from the edge of the group, which is where Ginny and Holly are sitting. Ginny winces, uncomfortable on the floor. Holly soothes her. Hans stands in front of them like a stern camp counselor in front of the assembled bunk. HANS I wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, cooperative. Not a lot to ask. Alas, your Mr. Takagi did not see it that way... (harder) So he won't be joining us for the rest of his life. (as that sinks in) We are prepared to go any way you make us. When we have achieved our aims you can walk out of here... or be carried out. Decide now, each of you. But remember that we have planned everything to the last detail. We are completely in change. A "DING" attracts his attention. He turns. 87 NEW ANGLE 87 The elevator doors OPEN and Fritz, guarding the area. WHIRLS, gun held ready. His jaw drop as he sees: 87-A TONY'S BODY - HIS P.O.V. 87-A Still and dead, flopped in a swivel chair, a red Santa hat gaily placed on his head. 87-B HANS 87-B REACTS. HANS (indicating the hostages) Get them over there. Schnell! The guards quickly hustle the hostages away as Hans crosses to the elevator, but for before. 87-C HOLLY 87-C Sees the body...and REACTS. She knows her husband's abilities... not to mention his twisted sense of humor. 87-D NEAR THE ELEVATOR 87-D As Fritz stands there, confused, Hans comes to the elevator with Franco, lifts Tony's chin and sees that his neck has been snapped. He sees a folded piece of paper in Tony's collar, takes it out. 87-E INSERT - THE NOTE 87-E It reads, "Now I have a machine gun. HO-HO-HO." 87-F BACK TO SCENE 87-E FRITZ Perhaps a security guard we overlooked...? Hans lifts Tony's chin again, lets the head flop over. HANS (thoughtfully) Security guard? They're usually tired and burned out old policemen growing * fat on a pension...This is... something else. 87-G ROOF OF ELEVATOR - SAME TIME 87-G McClane is staring through a tiny crack at the scene below him. CAMERA ADJUSTS from Fritz in the b.g. to Hans and France just below. McClane is WRITING in his weather-beaten cop's notebook. The first notation is NUMBER OF HOSTAGES: HOLLY + 30 -- odd. Then it says, NUMBER OF TERRORISTS? As we watch, he adds "3 ? 1 87-H in Lobby (?) and 2+ with hostages?? Plus ones on 87-H roof (3)." FRITZ'S VOICE (slightly spooked) We have to do something, Hans. HANS' VOICE (not pleased) Yes...we have to tell Karl his brother is dead. Tell him to come down. Now McClane writes "HANS=LEADER. Karl=BROTHER. USE THIS?" As Fritz calls Karl on his CB, Hans looks at Franco. HANS Franco, you and Fritz take the body upstairs and out of sight. I don't want the hostages to think too much. 88 INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - CAR ROOF - ON MCCLANE - SAME 88 On top of the car, listening to the conversation below. Franco and Fritz step into the car and the doors on the elevator close. The car accelerates upward and McClane grabs onto the heavy, grease-coated cables to keep his balance. Already his clothes are soiled; his face and feet, arms and hair are dark from the dirt and sweat. The car speeds up the shaft -- passing the car bringing Karl down to the hostage floor -- and stops at the machine floor. The doors open and McClane hears them roll the chair with the body off the car. McClane looks up. 89 MCCLANE'S P.O.V. 89 A metal catwalk runs around the inside of the elevator shaft. 90 MCCLANE 90 pulls himself up onto it. As he moves along the catwalk looking for a way out, he passes an unmarked metal door, 2'x3'. McClane pushes it open and looks in. 91 MCCLANE'S P.O.V. 91 Total darkness. 92 MCCLANE 92 takes out a coin. A quarter. He stops, switches to a nickel. Throws it into the void. It is a full four seconds until we HEAR it "CHING" and bounce on concrete far below. You don't have to be a mathematics whiz to know it's a long drop. MCCLANE Jesus... He moves cautiously around a corner and we SEE a metal ladder leading up to a door marked PUMP ROOM. Opening the door McClane enters a darkened: 93 PUMP ROOM 93 damp and full of pipes and goes to another door. He cracks the door and looks out. 94 MCCLANE'S P.O.V. 94 The lower level of the roof. Open and deserted. Only a heliport above him is higher. 95 30TH FLOOR (HOSTAGE FLOOR) - HOLLY'S OFFICE - SAME 95 WIDEN as a FILING CABINET is FLUNG across the floor, drawers SLAMMING out, papers flying. KARL has done this, and he's * barely started. He FLINGS a LAMP against a wall, PUNCHES a hole into the plaster. Finally, Hans goes to him, lays controlling hands on the man's shoulder. HANS I know what you are feeling. But this is not productive -- KARL (pushing him away) He was my only brother...my only family! (a flat statement) I want blood for my blood. We search...now. He starts to move. Hans stops him. HANS (firmly) No. Heinrich's team must finish planting the detonators...and Theo needs time on the vault. After the * police come they'll waste hours trying to negotiate...that's when we search * for this man. Until then...we do not alter the plan. KARL (quietly) And if he alters it...? * For once Hands doesn't have an answer. 95-A HOSTAGES - AROUND THE CORNER 95-A They've heard the alarm, can see and sense the agitation among their captors. Ellis slides over to Holly. ELLIS What's happening? HOLLY They don't look happy...something's gone wrong. ELLIS The police...? HOLLY (shaking her head) John. ELLIS John? Christ, he could fuck this whole thing up...what does he think he's doing? HOLLY How about his job? ELLIS His 'job' is 3000 miles away. Without him, they might let us go...at least we have a chance... HOLLY (quietly) Tell that to Mr. Takagi. 96 EXT. ROOF - NIGHT 96 McClane climbs to the heliport and leans against the leeward side of a wall surrounding it. Shielded from wind, he pulls out the CB, turns to channel nine, and starts broadcasting. MCCLANE Mayday, Mayday! Anyone! Terrorists have seized and Nakatomi building and are holding 30 or more hostages! I say again -- 97 OUT OUT 97 98 INT. HANS' OFFICE - SAME 98 Hans, Karl, Fritz and France hear the clear signal over Hans' CB. MCCLANE'S VOICE -- unknown number of terrorists, six or more, armed with automatic weapons at Nakatomi, Century City... Somebody answer me, Goddamnit! Karl looks almost...satisfied. HANS The roof. It's the best place to transmit. They move. 99 INT. LOS ANGLES EMERGENCY DISPATCH CENTER - SAME 99 A SUPERVISOR weaves her way back from the break room toward a DISPATCHER who is monitoring the call. DISPATCHER It's the same address as that fire signal -- * SUPERVISOR (frowning) -- the false alarm? I'll handle * it. She plugs in her headset. (Her condescending, arrogant tone is like the one in the famous tape where the dispatch lady spends so much time on red tape that the patient dies.) SUPERVISOR (into mike) Attention, whoever you are. This channel is reserved for emergency calls only -- MCCLANE'S VOICE No fucking shit, lady! Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza? 100 OUT OUT 100 101 INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - ON KARL - SAME 101 with Franco and Fritz. KARL No one kills him but me. It's an order and the look he gives the other two backs it up. Karl checks his magazine, SLAPS it into his rifle as the elevator opens to the roof. 102 EXT. UPPER ROOF 102 McClane moves around the roof, circling the helipad, making sure he has a good enough view to avoid being ambushed. He can't see in all directions at once but he's doing the best he can. MCCLANE They've already killed one hostage, and they're fortifying their positions while we're bullshitting! Now, send police backup ASAP! SUPERVISOR'S VOICE Sir, I've already told you, this is a reserved channel. If this is an emergency call, dial 911 on your telephone. Otherwise I will report you to the police -- MCCLANE (to the radio) -- fine! Report me! Hey, come down here and fucking arrest me! Send the police. NOW -- ! Suddenly machine gun shells rip into the concrete wall in front of him. The noise is deadening as we: CUT TO: 103 INT. DISPATCHER OFFICE - SAME 103 Both Supervisor and Dispatcher reach for their headsets in pain from the INTENSE SOUND and: 104 OUT OUT 104 105 EXT. ROOF - ON MCCLANE - SAME 105 Running. Tracer bullets rip into the wall behind him. He reaches the corner and sees the other two terrorists moving toward him. Before they see him, he leaps down to the next level out of range of Karl. 106 INT. EMERGENCY DISPATCH - SAME 106 The Dispatcher looks critically at the Supervisor in the sudden silence. SUPERVISOR (importantly) Ad...have a black-and-white do a drive-by. CUT TO: 107 INT. 7-11 - AT THE COUNTER - NIGHT 107 TIGHT as one after another after another HOSTESS TWINKIE is stacked up on the counter. CAMERA WIDENS and we SEE the young male CLERK, who stifles a smile. Another teenage employee behind the counter also smothers a laugh. The customer is POWELL, young for a police veteran, old for the rest of the world. CLERK Thought you guys just ate donuts. POWELL They're for my wife. She's pregnant. If I knew she was gonna eat a dozen at a shot, I woulda bought stock in the company. The Clerk nods and puts them in a bag. As Powell pays, suddenly his BELT RADIO crackles to life. DISPATCHER'S VOICE/RADIO Dispatch to One Adam Ten, over. Powell grabs the radio, speaks into it. POWELL One Adam Ten, go ahead. DISPATCHER'S VOICE/RADIO Investigate a code two at Nakatomi Plaza, Century City. POWELL (thinking) Nakatomi Plaza? He moves to the door, steps outside. 107-A EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE 107-A Powell looks towards the horizon and up. There it is, Nakatomi, in all its gleaming glory. DISPATCH VOICE One Adam Ten, do you copy? Powell is already moving to the car. He tosses in the twinkies, hops behind the wheel. POWELL (into police radio) Roger, dispatch. I'm on the way. And he BURNS RUBBER leaving the store: CUT TO: 108 EXT. ROOF - ON MCCLANE - NIGHT 108 running for his life, from Fritz and Franco, doesn't realize he is being herded around the building toward Karl. Suddenly McClane turns a corner and sees Karl. The big man fires a burst and McClane ducks back stopping at the exterior door to the pump room he used before. It is locked from the inside. He BLOWS the lock off with a burst from his machine gun and slips into the darkness of the: 109 ELEVATOR SHAFT NEAR PUMP ROOM 109 Coming quickly out of the pump room, McClane picks his way over the same ground as a few minutes before and opens the door to the elevator shaft. The dimly lit shaft yawns before him. He starts down the ladder back to the catwalk, moves along it -- STOPS. The catwalk ends, and the elevator is gone. 109-A INT. PUMP ROOM - OTHER END 109-A Karl crosses, starts to open the door to the elevator shaft when suddenly their radio crackles with -- HANS' VOICE Karl? Franco? Did you catch him? FRANCO No, but he's in the elevator shaft. HANS' VOICE Prefect. The elevators are locked off. * He can't escape. Just shut him in and return to base. KARL Hans, he killed by brother -- HANS (more firmly) Karl, I know you want him, but the police are probably on their way. Maybe we can convince them it was all a mistake, but not if they hear gunshots! If you lock him in he'll be neutralized -- now do it! Karl? Karl! Karl turns off his radio. In the light of their flashlights, the two other terrorists look at Karl in stunned disbelief. He opens the door to the elevator shaft. 109-B INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - ON MCCLANE 109-B He's OVERHEARD enough of this to realize he's in deep shit. He backtracks to the air shaft door, strikes a cigarette lighter. 110- OUT OUT 110- 117 117 117-A ELEVATOR SHAFT (OPPOSITE SIDE) 117-A Karl steps off the ladder to the catwalk, his own gun held * ready. 118 MCCLANE 118 HEARING Karl's approach, McClane thinks fast, looks down at his narrow confines, and then at: 118-A HIS WEAPON 118-A and its canvas gunsling and metal strap slides. 118-B BACK TO SCENE 118-B Quickly, McClane lets out all the slack in the sling. Then, he BRACES the weapon across the outside opening of the air shaft door and lowers himself into the: 119 AIR SHAFT 119 meanwhile holding onto the canvas sling with his elbows bent over it like a kid doing a half-asses skin-the-cat on a swing set. His feet slowly move down the smooth aluminum walls until they reach the top of the air duct, then DANGLE in the open space. He straightens his arms to give him length enough to touch the bottom edge of the duct. Suddenly he FEELS something GIVE above him and looks up. 120 CLOSE ON THE SLING 120 It was designed to carry a gun on a man, not vice versa. The few inches of extra canvas are sliding through the clips. When they're gone...he will be too. 121 KARL 121 He moves silently toward the corner. 122 CLOSE - MCCLANE'S TOES 122 now only inches from the bottom edge. McClane's arms are fully extended now. He hears Karl on the metal catwalk. His muscles strain and quiver. 123 THE SLING 123 One of the canvas end slips through the clip. 124 ON MCCLANE 124 FALLING. He grabs the ledge of the air duct as he falls and his body slams into the aluminum wall with an echoing BOOM. Above him on the catwalk the rifle rattles on the metal outside the door. 125 ON KARL 125 Around the corner Karl FREEZES, unsure of the sound: 126 ON MCCLANE 126 holding onto the ledge by his hands. With every ounce of strength he tries to pull himself up into the horizontal duct, clawing for a hold. 127 ON KARL 127 He rounds the corner and sees McClane's rifle lying beneath the doorway. He moves to the small door, shines his light and aims his rifle down into the air shaft ready to fire. 128 HIS P.O.V. 128 The shaft is deserted. Moving his light around he sees the air duct. Without hesitation he turns and backtracks to the pump room door. 129 INT. AIR CONDITIONING DUCT - ON MCCLANE - SAME 129 He lies exhausted and motionless in the narrow crawl space. He awkwardly fishes out the lighter from his shirt pocket and thumbs it ON. The flickering GLOW shows him this ain't no place for claustrophobics -- it's a long, long long dark and narrow corridor full of weird shadows. The far end (if there even if one?) is BLACK. MCCLANE Whew...for a moment there I was worried. He turns out his lighter, and starts crawling. 130- OUT OUT 130- 133 133- 133-A INT. MACHINE FLOOR 133-A The three terrorists rush down from the roof in hot pursuit, Karl leading the way through the door. Karl points quickly to the left and right where there are a series of rooms. The others checks these while Karl approaches the CAMERA, trigger finger ITCHING. Almost immediately, the others return. FRANCO (a whisper) Nothing. Karl looks puzzled. Then he thinks, mentally retracing McClane's few options. Karl's eyes scan the architecture here, and then suddenly he looks UP. 133-B OUT OUT 133-B * 134 HIS P.O.V. 134 * The ceiling is criss-crossed with air ducts. He fires a * burst into the ducts. 135 INT. AIR DUCT - SAME 135 McClane remains motionless in the air duct. Three quarter-size holes inches from his face show how close Karl came to nailing him. Sweat covers his face, drips silently onto the aluminum. 136 MACHINE ROOM 136 Karl listens patiently for sound. Just then the two other terrorists return. FRANCO Nothing. Karl hesitates a moment, fighting his instincts before finally turning to go. Suddenly the duct McClane is in GROANS slightly under his weight. Karl stops and looks up at the matrix of aluminum duct work, trying to single out the source of the sound. He steps back into the room and raises his rifle. Holding it upright he presses the barrel up into the belly of McClane's air duct, feeling for weight -- the weight of a body. 137 INSIDE THE AIR DUCT 137 McClane sees the indention of the barrel pressing into the aluminum fifteen feet away. There is a pause and another three feet closer. He can hear Karl's footsteps on the concrete -- moving slowly below the duct. 138 ON KARL 138 His eyes are fixed above him on the air duct. He presses the barrel up again. Still nothing. 139 ON MCCLANE 139 Silently he moves his hand, slowly draws his Beretta. The next indention presses up six feet away. McClane points his gun downward and waits. 140 KARL 140 stops directly below him. The barrel starts up and just touches the duct under McClane when Franco returns to the door and calls: FRANCO Karl! Police! Come on. Karl hesitates then lowers his gun and leaves. 141 CLOSE - MCCLANE 141 He hears the door close and lowers his head. 141-A INT. 33RD FLOOR - SAFE ROOM 141-A The large LED WINDOW in the front of the safe BEEPS and letters creep by: ACCESS CODE ACCEPTED. We HEAR a CLUNK. CAMERA ADJUSTS to show Theo, who grins. Now his computer screen reads, LOCK #1 DISABLED. DO YOU WISH TO PROCEED? Theo puts goggles on his eyes, holds out his hands towards Kristoff like a doctor requesting a scalpel. Kristoff gives him a GIANT DRILL. THEO You bet your ass I'm gonna proceed. He turns on the drill: 142 OUT OUT 142 143 EXT. CENTURY CITY - AVENUE OF THE STARS - NIGHT 143 The street is empty, quiet. A lone police black-and-white pulls out of the shadows of a side street and begins a slow cruise toward the Nakatomi building. 144 ON POWELL 144 Driving, alone. He starts up at the tower. It seems calm, its glowing lights matching the warmth of the holiday decorations on the streets. Powell slows to a stop and scans the premises. In the lobby we SEE Eddie, sitting behind the desk. Powell reports to his radio. POWELL Guard inside. No signs of disturbance ...I'm going up for a closer look. He pulls in and parks in the front. 145 INT. MACHINE ROOM - SAME 145 McClane punches out a ceiling vent and drops down into the machine room. For a moment he stands, listening for sounds of movement. The floor is quiet. He goes to the stairwell. 146 EXT. ROOF - SAME 146 The edge of the roof. Suddenly a tall terrorist, James, moves along the wall and looks over at Powell's car. 147 INT. 3RD FLOOR - SAME 147 The elevator doors open on Karl, Franco and Fritz. They * step out onto the darkened floor. We SEE large number "3" painted on the doors of this floor. They move quickly toward the windows on the Avenue of the Stars side where a terrorist, ALEXANDER, with a BAR rifle has set up a machine gun nest under a half-opened window. Directly below him we SEE Powell's car. Alexander PANS the police car with his weapon, finger on the trigger. This is clearly a man hungry for action. 148 30TH FLOOR (HANS' OFFICE) - SAME 148 Hans watches from above. He raises his CB. HANS (his usual calm) Eddie? 149 INT. LOBBY - SAME 149 Eddie picks up his CB. He watches Powell coming up the stairs. EDDIE (to CB) Had a feeling you'd be calling... HANS' VOICE Let him in. Eddie is a little startled, but he moves quickly. 149-A ALEXANDER 149-A also hears this, and his eager expression fades. But orders are orders. 150 EXT. FRONT DOOR OF NAKATOMI - SAME 150 Powell tries the front doors. Locked. Eddie comes hustling across and unlocks the door with the magnetic card. EDDIE Evening, officer. What's up? Powell steps in and looks around. Bland HOLIDAY MUZAK filters from Speakers here. (LET IT SNOW) * POWELL We got an emergency call that there was a problem here. 151 INT. 34TH FLOOR - BOARD ROOM - SAME 151 * McClane makes his way to the Avenue of the Stars side of the building, enters the board room where Takagi was shot. McClane goes to the windows and looks down at the street. 152 HIS P.O.V. 152 Powell's car. MCCLANE All right! McClane waits, expectant. Five seconds. Ten seconds. But no commotion, no shouting. He frowns. MCCLANE Where's the fucking cavalry? 152-A INT. LOBBY - SAME TIME 152-A Powell walks casually across the slick floor, eyes panning the area. Eddie sits casually watching a game on one of his monitor screens. EDDIE We already had that false alarm, you ask me, the Goddamn computers sent you out on another wild goose chase. They been chasing bugs in that system since they installed it. (to the screen) Oh, shit, come on, I got fifty bucks on you assholes -- ! Powell's face shows us he's starting to think he's wasting his time. 152-B- OUT OUT 152-B 153 153 153-A WITH MCCLANE 153-A The silent tension is driving him crazy. MCCLANE Come on, come on...who's in that car, Stevie Wonder? He makes up his mind. He lifts one of the big chairs and swings it at the window. The tempered glass whitens on the first blow. 153-B EXT. ROOF 153-B James sees the glass whiten below him and shouts into his mike. 153-C INT. MACHINE FLOOR 153-C Heinrich hears the radio and shouts to Marco who grabs his machine gun and runs. 154 INT. LOBBY 154 Eddie watches confidently as Powell moves through the lobby looking for signs of trouble. 154-A AROUND THE CORNER FROM POWELL 154-A Uli is there, gun held ready. * 155 BOARD ROOM - 34th FLOOR 155 McClane draws the chair back for the final hit when a terrorist (MARCO) appears at the door. Both men react, but Marco already has his gun up. He FIRES a round at McClane. The bullets rip into the table top and the chair, and McClane goes down behind the table. 156- OUT OUT 156- 156-A 156-A 157 INT. 34th FLOOR - BOARD ROOM 157 Marco smiles and moves around to the other side of the table, but finds no one. He looks around frantically than squats beneath the table and sees: 158 MCCLANE 158 lying prone, his pistol trained on him. MCCLANE Drop it or you're a rugstain. 159 BOARD ROOM DOORWAY 159 Just then Heinrich, the terrorist steps into the doorway, sees the situation. HEINRICH Marco, duck! Marco dives sideways, but Heinrich still isn't quick enough. McClane FIRES TWICE and Heinrich DROPS sprawling in the hallway, machine gun FIRING BLINDLY until he hits the floor. 159-A HOSTAGE FLOOR 159-A They can FAINTLY HEAR the gunshots. Holly pales: 159-B THE LOBBY 159-B All Powell can hear here is "LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW." He STOPS just a yard from seeing the armed terrorist, turns back. POWELL Screw this. He turns back. 159-C THE BOARD ROOM 159-C Marco springs on top of the huge table. McClane rolls on his back so he can cover either angle but it is clear that Marco is in the more enviable position. 160 ON MARCO 160 on the table top slams in a fresh magazine and smiles. MARCO Next time -- don't hesitate. He leans his machine gun over the edge. 161 MCCLANE 161 aims directly above him and fires twice into the underside of the table. The bullets rip through the table and Marco, who DROPS beside McClane. MCCLANE Thanks for the advice. 162 OUT OUT 162 163 INT. LOBBY - SAME 163 Powell heads for the door. Eddie moves to lock up after him. POWELL Sorry to water your time. Merry Christmas. Powell goes out. 164 INT. 34TH FLOOR BOARD ROOM - SAME 164 McClane rolls out from under the table, goes to the windows, and looks down in time to see Powell heading for the car. MCCLANE Oh, man, please, no -- Desperate, he leans on the glass...which CRACKS again, on the verge of going. McClane thinks...looks over his shoulder at the body of Marco. 165 INT. POWELL'S POLICE CAR - SAME 165 Powell check in on his radio. Unconsciously he begins to HUM the Muzak he overheard in the lobby. POWELL One Adam Ten to 6421. We had a wild goose chase on that 436. Everything's okay here. Over. (waiting, loosening his tie, he murmurs) 'Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the...the uh, dum, de dum's delightful...' DISPATCHER'S VOICE Roger, One Adam Ten. We thought it was a crank call anyway. Clear to code eight. POWELL Roger. (putting the car into gear) '...let is snow, let it snow, let it snow -- ' Suddenly Marco's body CRASHES onto the hood of his car. POWELL (terrified) -- Jesus H. Christ! (grabbing for his radio) 6421, this is One Adam Ten -- Suddenly a barrage of MACHINE GUN FIRE from Alexander on the third floor drowns out his call! Powell ducks and flattens against the seat as bullets blow out the front window, covering him in glass. DISPATCHER'S VOICE Roger, One Adam Ten, please repeat. But Powell accelerates in reverse away from the building, keeping his head low and praying he doesn't hit anything as the bullets follow him, digging into asphalt. A half block away his car runs off the pavement and down a SLOPE, finally BOUNCING to a jarring HALT in a parking lot which is destined to become police H.Q. a few pages from now. Powell sits up and clutches the mike. POWELL One Adam Ten, under automatic rifle fire at Nakatomi! Requesting immediate backup and SWAT assistance... 166 INT. 34TH FLOOR - BOARD ROOM 166 * McClane looks down at Powell and grins. MCCLANE Welcome to the party, pal. CUT TO: 166-A INT. OFFICE - TV STATION - SAME TIME 166-A WIDEN FROM A POLICE SCANNER. We take in the action here, all color coordination and slickness. RICHARD THORNBURG, * local TV news reporter, is on the phone to his girlfriend. THORNBURG * (into phone) -- of course I can get us a table, Wolfgang and me, we're like that. I interviewed him...hold on, * babe... He covers the mouthpiece, because he's become aware of what's coming from the scanner. POLICE SCANNER (various voices) -- attention all units. Officer pinned down by automatic weapon fire at Nakatomi, Century City -- request assistant -- (ETC) POWELL'S VOICE (intermixed with all this) -- guys, you want to cut through the red tape? They practically turned this car into Swiss cheese -- ! THORNBURG (pleased) All right...! He drops the phone, pick up another. Shouts -- THORNBURG Mary, this is Dick. I want a remote truck and a crew to meet me at the South gate in fifteen minutes... (listens) Damn right, fifteen... (listens) Where are we going? (Hearing gun shots) For an Emmy! Now, hearing MACHINE GUN FIRE, Thornburg hangs up the second phone. Runs out of the room. CAMERA PANS BACK TO the first phone. WOMAN'S VOICE Richard? Richard? 167 EXT. CENTURY CITY - NIGHT 167 Sirens wail as the first few police cars arrive. Powell sees them, waves them back, points to the third floor. 168 INT. HOSTAGE WING - ON ELLIS - SAME 168 He leans back and closes his eyes, luxuriating in the sound of WAILING POLICE SIRENS. He looks at Holly. ELLIS I never through I'd love to hear that sound. 169 HANS' OFFICE 169 Hans, Karl, Fritz and Franco confer. HANS (in mid-speech) -- all of you, stay at your posts! We knew that police action was inevitable... (an odd smile) ...In fact, it's necessary. So let them start their feeble efforts; until them, stay calm. We have the hostages, remember. We are still in charge. Suddenly Hans' CB crackles to life. HANS (picking it up) I told all of you...I want radio silence until further -- INTERCUT: 169-A MCCLANE - 34th FLOOR - BOARD ROOM 169-A * He's got a CB on the table and ON, and his cop's notebook is out again. He's already upgraded the NUMBER OF TERRORISTS? to "12 (?) minus 3 = 9" and added other information. As he speaks he takes ammo clips the dead men dropped, their sidearms, etc. MCCLANE Gee, I'm sorry, Hans, nobody gave me the message. You shoulda put it on the bulletin board. Anyway, I thought you and Franco and Karl and the other boys might be lonely, now that I waxed Tony and Marco and their buddy. So I invited some of the guys from my card game. In the office, the terrorists REACT, startled, as McClane name-drops. FRANCO * How...how does he know so much about -- HANS (waving for silence) Ah, how nice of you to call. I assume you are our mysterious party crasher. You are most troublesome for a...security guard? 170 INT. 34th FLOOR - ON MCCLANE - INTERCUT 170 * Moving down the corridor. Now armed with Marco's machine gun and carrying Heinrich's kit bag, he seems more lethal. * MCCLANE (into CB) BZZZ! Sorry, Hans, wrong guess. Would you like to go for Double Jeopardy, where the stakes are double and the scores really change? He rolls Heinrich over and is delighted to find a pack of Gauloise's in the man's pocket. He takes them, pats the * dead man's face. MCCLANE (sotto, to the body) Bad for your health anyway. HANS Who are you, then? MCCLANE Just the fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench, the pain in the ass - McClane STOPS in mid-speech. He's just opened the kit bag Heinrich had over his shoulder when he died. Now McClane takes out the contents...dozens and dozens of EXPLOSIVE DETONATORS marked "DANGER" and a CHUNK of cello-wrapped PLASTIQUE the size of an electric razor. He WHISTLES in surprise to himself. In the office, Hans turns off his mike for a moment, turns to Karl. * HANS Check on all the others...don't use the radio. See if he's lying about Marco and find out if anyone * else is missing. * He moves. Hans goes back onto the CB. Meanwhile, McClane * SMILES at the tell-tale STATIC as Hans goes off and on. He knows what's happening. Now, he starts to walk down a corridor, eyes PANNING FROM elevator to the stairwell doors. HANS Mr. Mystery Guest. Are you still there? MCCLANE I wouldn't think of leaving, Hans. Unless you want to open the front door...? HANS I'm afraid not. But you have me at a loss -- you know my name, but who are you? (scornfully) Just another American who saw too many movies as a child. Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he's John Wayne...Rambo... Marshal Dillion. MCCLANE Actually, I was always partial to Roy Rogers. I really dug those sequined shirts. HANS (harsh) Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy? A LIGHT blinks on the elevator. MCCLANE (long pause) Yipee-yi-yea...mother-fucker. McClane goes quietly through the stairwell door and is gone by the time the search party steps onto this floor. Hans sits quietly...thinking. 170-A OUT OUT 170-A CUT TO: 171 INT. 30TH FLOOR - SAME 171 Karl steps off the elevator and goes through the crowd of hostages to Hans. KARL (quietly) He wasn't lying about Marco: He's thirty stories down on the street. The other man is Heinrich, and I found his body upstairs. (pause; Hans looks alarmed) And his bag is missing. HANS He had the detonators! (into CB) Theo? Theo! INTERCUT: 171-A THEO - IN SAFE ROOM 171-A With Kristoff, he has DRILLED TWO HOLES in the safe and is working on a third when he HEARS the CB. He turns off the drill, answers. THEO Yo! HANS We may have some problems. How is your schedule? Theo moves to his computer screen which shows a schematic of the safe and blinking icons and the words MECHANICALS #2 and #2 DISABLED. THEO Three down, four to go -- HANS Then don't waste time talking to me. Suddenly all REACT to a nearby CB transmitter which broadcasts. POWELL'S VOICE This is Sergeant Al Powell of the Los Angeles Police Department. If the person who radioed for help on this channel can hear me, acknowledge this transmission...I say again... 172 INT. 33RD FLOOR - ON MCCLANE - NIGHT 172 * MCCLANE (to CB) I read you, Powell. You the guy in the car? INTERCUT: 173 EXT. POLICE OPERATIONS TRAILER 173 Powell stands in front of his destroyed cruiser and looks up at the building. Behind him technicians, City Power and Light personnel, SWAT officers in protective gear, etc., arrive from all directions. A trailer is being backed into a parking lot, which will become the police center of operations. It is like watching a small town being constructed right before your eyes. POWELL (to CB) What's left of him. Can you identify yourself? INTERCUT: 173-A HANS AND KARL 173-A Listening intently. MCCLANE Maybe later. Just listen fast because this is a party line and the neighbors are trigger happy. Now here's the skinny: There's thirty or so hostages on the 30th floor, with probably 2 or 3 guards to cover a group that size. The leader here is named Hans, and besides the pea shooter he ventilated your car with, * they got machine guns and * sidearms up the yin yang. On top of that one of 'em had a big enough chunck of plastic explosive to orbit Kate Smith. * NOTE: The following dialogue is said OVER McClane's. FRANCO We have to find him and shut him up! He's telling them everything -- HANS (shaking his head, calming) The police are irrelevant. We've * waiting for the FBI. Until they * arrive, we can't finish out work. Meanwhile, let this fool waste time for the police. Fritz, go help Uli * find the bag. The CAMERA TIGHTENS ON him HANS We must find those detonators. They leave. 173-B WITH MCCLANE 173-B POWELL'S VOICE How many are there? MCCLANE (thinking about it) Figuring there's at least one to cover the lobby, a couple with the hostages...I'd say they came in with about a dozen...but they're down to nine now, including the skydiver you already met. These guys are mostly Europeans, judging by their clothing labels, and they're well financed and very slick. POWELL How do you know? MCCLANE I've seen enough phoney ID's in my time to recognize that the ones they've got cost a fortune. Add all that up and I don't know what the fuck it means, but these are bad ass preps and they're here to stay. We notice that everything McClane has said about "clothing" and ID's and police jargon, etc., has set off a little buzzer in Powell's brain. POWELL I hear you... (on a hunch) Partner. And LA's finest are on it, so light 'em if you got 'em. MCCLANE I'm ahead of you...partner. POWELL Uh, what do I call you? A moment. McClane smiles. What the hell? MCCLANE 'Roy'. POWELL Got it...'Roy'. Now listen. If you think of anything else you think we need to know, don't be shy, okay? In the meantime I want you to find a safe place and hole-up and let us do our job. Understand? MCCLANE (to CB) They're all yours, Al. Good luck. McClane turns off his CB and sits against the wall. 174- OUT OUT 174- 176 176 177 EXT. POLICE OPERATIONS - NIGHT 177 An unmarked police car pulls up across the street from Nakatomi building and a MAN in a sportcoat climbs out. Stocky, his hair a little too perfect, the very fact that he is the Deputy Chief of Police Operations on a Christmas Eve gives some evidence to his position in the pecking order. His name is DWAYNE T. ROBINSON and he moves brusquely past police technicians and goes to the forward group of officers. ROBINSON Who's talking to them? Powell turns around POWELL I am, Sir...Sergeant Al Powell. ROBINSON Dwayne Robinson. Well, what have you learned? What do they want? POWELL The terrorists? Don't know, Sir. We haven't heard a peep from them. ROBINSON (puzzled) Then who the hell have you been talking too? POWELL We don't exactly know, Sir. He won't give us him name. He appears to be the man who called in the report...he's killed one of the terrorists for sure and claims he capped two others. ROBINSON (exasperated) He claims? Powell, has it occured to you he could be one of the terrorists, pulling your chain? Or some kind of nut case who -- POWELL I don't think so, Sir. In fact... I think he's a cop. Maybe not LAPD, but definitely a badge. ROBINSON How do you know? POWELL A hunch. Things he said. Like, knowing how to recognize a phony ID -- ROBINSON (exasperated) -- recognizing phony ID's? Christ, Powell, he could be a fucking bartender for all we know! Something draws Robinson's attention. He looks at: 178 HIS P.O.V. - REMOTE NEWS TRUCK 178 Pulling up and parking just beyond the barricades. Richard Thornburg gets out, starts supervising the * positioning of cameras. 178-A BACK TO SCENE 178-A ROBINSON Oh shit... 179 HOSTAGE FLOOR 179 Hans examines building plans at Holly's desk. Behind him the TV is ON, the sound muted. TV cops triumph over oafish bad guys. Hans looks up as Fritz brings in Holly. HOLLY I...have a request. HANS Oh? What idiot put you in charge? HOLLY (evenly) You did. (on his look) You murdered by Boss. Now... (waving towards the hostages) They're looking to me. Personally I'd pass on the jab. I don't enjoy being this close to you. Hans is impressed by her candor. And she's easy enough on the eyes. HANS Go on. HOLLY We have a pregnant woman out there -- (on his look) -- relax, she's not due for two weeks, but a marble floor isn't doing her back any good. I'd like permission for her to more to one of the offices where there's a sofa. HANS No. But I'll have a sofa brought out to you. Good enough? HOLLY Good enough. And unless you like is messy, you'd better start taking us in groups to the bathroom. HANS (nods) Yes, you're right. It will be done. He nods to one of his men, and she is waved to the door: As she goes: HANS Mr. Takagi chose his people well, Mrs...? HOLLY Gennero. Miss Gennero. He nods, thoughtful. She goes out. Hans suddenly notices: 180 CLOSER - TV 180 A slide "SPECIAL BULLETIN" has appeared. This changes to a SHOT of the Nakatomi building with "LIVE" supered over it. Richard Thornburg is in front. The CAMERA TIGHTENS ON him. THORNBURG This is Richard Thornburg, speaking to you live from Century City... where Los Angeles has joined the sad but world wide fraternity whose only membership requirement is the awesome spectre of International Terrorism... 181 ANOTHER TV SCREEN - NIGHT 181 As Thornburg Continues, we PULL BACK. We're WITH Argyle in the back seat of the limo. ARGYLE (reaching for the remote) What else is new...? The CAMERA PULLS BACK and we SEE the Nakatomi Building rise up in the b.g. behind Thornburg. ARGYLE (stunned) Holy shit... THORNBURG We're told that the situation began some two hours ago when an unidentified party of men took over the building and sealed off all of its entrances and exits... Argyle is already bailing out of the car. 182 EXT. LIMO - IN THE GARAGE 182 Argyle looks at the metal gates, swallows. He JUMPS back in the car. 183 BACK INSIDE 183 Argyle pours himself a stiff drink. THORNBURG (on TV) Since all the telephone lines have been cut, the only contact with the building had been through the use of CB communicators which the terrorists brought with them. Strangely enough, so far the terrorists have not communicated directly with the police... but an unidentified man has had several conversations which seem to indicate... Argyle nearly spills his drink as he leans over the front seat and turns on the CB. CUT TO: 184 OUTSIDE THE BUILDING - SAME TIME 184 Signs of activity along the edges and shadows of the area. Men and vehicles. The SNAP of weapons and breeches. Footsteps running in unison. Powell picks up on this, turns to Robinson, who is standing with the SWAT Captain, MITCHELL. POWELL What's going on? ROBINSON What's it look like? We're going in. POWELL (flabbergasted) Going in...are you out of your mind? There's 30 hostages in there -- for all we know -- ROBINSON -- all we know? We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages why hasn't anyone asked for ransom? If there's terrorists, where's their goddamn list of demands? All we know is that someone shot up your car, and it could be the same flake you've been talking to on the radio! POWELL What about the body that fell out of the window -- ? ROBINSON Who the hell knows? Maybe he was a stockbroker who looked at the Dow Jones and opted for early retirement! MITCHELL Chief, we're ready. ROBINSON I'm coming. MITCHELL (into radio) Rivers. RIVERS (over radio) Yo. MITCHELL Begin your reconnoiter. 185 MCCLANE 185 Inside the building, sadly realizing that the Marlboro pack has only two more to go. He savors the dregs of his current number, then suddenly becomes aware of an almost EERIE QUIET. He moves to the window. 186 HIS P.O.V. - OUTSIDE 186 Hints of activity in the darkness. A LIGHT FLARES extinguished. Shadows move on trailer walls. 187 BACK TO SCENE 187 MCCLANE (spooked, into CB) Powell? Al, you still with me? What's going on? Al? INTERCUT: 188 OUTSIDE 188 Powell stiffens. Robinson looks at him warningly, shakes his head. POWELL I'm here, Roy, but I'm, uh, kind of busy. Let's talk later, okay? MCCLANE Al, what's wrong? Did something -- (realizing) -- Oh, God. You're coming in! That's it, isn't it? Christ, Powell, I told you what you're dealing with here -- POWELL I said we'll talk later, Roy. If you're what I think you are you should know when to listen, when to shut up... and when to pray. Hating himself, Powell DISCONNECTS, watches LIGHTS snaps on in the parking lot to illuminate the area. Also hating himself, McClane does the same thing. Pale, he moves to a window to watch what he knows is going to be brutal. 188-A IN HOLLY'S OFFICE - HANS 188-A He hunches over his communicator. HANS They'll be coming. Get ready. Theo, watch the screens. Be our eyes and ears. (pause) Wait until they're close. 188-B EDDIE 188-B slips away from the desk, a computer card in his hand. He meets up with another terrorist and they move behind a slit in the wall. Eddie waves his card at the sensor and a METAL GRID crashes into place. They hold their weapons behind it, ready. 188-C VARIOUS SHOTS - TERRORISTS - ON OTHER FLOORS 188-C All now with earplugs in their CB's, taking up positions: 189 AT THE LOBBY DOOR 189 The SWAT team leader moves in SOP style to the door, scans it carefully. 189-A EXT. CENTURY CITY - ON MITCHELL AND ROBINSON - 189-A POLICE BARRICADES Mitchell listens to CB radio. RIVERS (over radio) We're in position. Mitchell looks at Robinson, who is visible tense. Robinson hesitates, then gives his approval with a nod. MITCHELL (to CB) Go. 190 QUICK SHOTS - INSIDE THE LOBBY 190 The SECURITY CAMERAS on the walls PAN and ZOOM: 191 THE VAULT DOOR 191 Kristoff DRILLS AWAY, is rewarded with the message FIFTH LOCK DEACTIVATED. DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE? Nearby, Theo sits at a bank of monitors. Screen after screen pinpoints all the police activity outside, down to the last detail. Theo SMILES. Suddenly we RECOGNIZE that tune he's been whistling. It's "Singin' In The Rain." THEO (into a throat mike) It was the night before Xmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, expect for the four assholes coming in the rear in standard 2 X 2 cover formation. 192 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT 192 Eddie and another terrorist, ULI, take up prone firing positions, using the gaps in the steel partition like gunpoints. 193 ANGLE ON TWO SWAT OFFICERS 193 Mitchell and Robinson watch from behind the cover of a police car as the SWAT officers remove a portable welding torch and begin cutting their way through the locks. 194 INT. 33RD FLOOR - MCCLANE 194 He moves painfully to the window and looks out. He can't see a thing because of the lights. MCCLANE (to himself) No... 195 EXT. POLICE BARRICADES - ON MITCHELL AND ROBINSON 195 Suddenly rifle fire sounds from the building. ROBINSON (worriedly) They're shooting at them MITCHELL (calmly) It's panic fire...they can't see anything. POWELL (under breath) They're shooting at the lights. More shots ring out from the building going over the SWAT officers' heads and suddenly the huge dome of one of the spotlights shatters behind Mitchell and Robinson's head. The glow fades. A moment later the next light twenty feet away dies. ROBINSON They're going after the lights! The two SWAT officers cutting the garage ate suddenly look up as their cover starts to disappear. ROBINSON Call them back. MITCHELL No, they're almost in. Suddenly the third and fourth lights are shot out and the SWAT men become sitting ducks. 196 IN HOLLY'S OFFICE - HANS 196 He calmly speak into his CB. HANS Don't get impatient. Just wound them. 197 INT. LOBBY 197 Eddie and Uli fire. They hit one of the officers in the leg, the second one in the arm. 198 EXT. POLICE BARRICADES - ON MITCHELL AND ROBINSON 198 MITCHELL (on radio) Send in the car! An armored car wheels toward the building and starts toward the wounded men. 199 INT. ROOF-MACHINE ROOM/SERVICE ELEVATOR - SAME 199 JAMES and Alexander quickly load two crates onto the service elevator and push the button for the 3rd floor. As the car starts down, they remove an anti-tank gun from one of the crates. 200 WITH THEO - WATCHING SCREENS 200 THEO Well, what have we here. The police've got themselves an R.V. James, Alexander, southeast corner. 201 INT. 3RD FLOOR - SAME 201 The service elevator arrives on the 3rd floor and James and Alexander move across the room toward the windows with the anti-tank weapon. At the window, they prepare the weapon for use. Outside the window the armored car has stopped in front of the wounded man and paramedics quickly load them in from the sheltered side of the vehicle. Alexander quickly sights on the armored car. ALEXANDER (to Hans, CB) I have them HANS' VOICE (o.s., over CB) Fire. 202 EXT. THE ARMORED CAR 202 A blast ROARS from the third floor window and the shell hits the armored car. The car pitches forward like a beast whose front legs have been shot out from under it -- its front axle destroyed, unable to move. Alexander looks back at James and grins. 203 30TH FLOOR - HANS 203 He watches from his window. Coldly picks up his CB. HANS Hit it again. 204 MCCLANE 204 listening. He picks up his CB. MCCLANE Hans, you motherfucker, you've made your point. Let them pull back! HANS' VOICE Thank you Mr. Cowboy, I'll take it under advisement. His it again. McClane slumps to the floor below the window. He feels helpless, then notices his kit bag. 205 3RD FLOOR 205 James runs back to the crate on the elevator. 206 EXT. POLICE BARRICADE - ON ROBINSON AND MITCHELL 206 They look on in horror as the armored car sits helplessly on fire. On the police radio channel we HEAR the screams of men inside. MITCHELL (to radio) Rivers! Rodriguiz!...Report... RIVERS (voice over; on radio, yelling) This is Rivers. We've got one dead. Everybody's hit. Rodriguiz's bleeding bad. We've got to get the fuck out of here! MITCHELL (to radio) Rivers, hang on! That's an order! Hang on, we'll get you out. 207 INT. ELEVATOR CAR - 3RD FLOOR - SAME 207 James opens the box of shells and takes two and starts back across the room. 208 INT. 33RD FLOOR - CLOSE ON A SHAPE ON PLASTIC 208 EXPLOSIVE - SAME Like a football. It sits on the seat of a secretary's chair with castors. We PULL BACK TO SEE McClane press three detonators into the top, then cover the explosive with a typewriter, tying it securely in place with electrical cords. 209 ANGLE ON SERVICE ELEVATOR - MCCLANE 209 wheels the chair to the service elevator, opens the door and block them with a fire axe. He looks in -- the top of the car can just be seen thirty-five floors below. 210 INT. 3RD FLOOR 210 James hands the shell to Alexander, who expertly loads it into the anti-tank gun. Alexaneder lifts the gun to his shoulder and aims. 211 INT. 38TH FLOOR 211 McClane push the chair into the shaft. MCCLANE Geronimo...motherfuckers. For a long moment there is nothing, then: the shaft is filled with light, then SOUND -- an ungodly ROAR -- and McClane is thrown back across the elevator corridor against the other back of doors by the concussion wave. 212 ON THE 3RD FLOOR 212 The explosion, like a firestorm, rips across the floor: 213 BLOWING OUT THE MACHINE GUN NEXT AND JAMES AND 213 ALEXANDER 214 SHATTERING WINDOWS 214 215 SENDING DESKS, CHAIRS, PHONES, AND TYPEWRITERS 215 FLYING 216 EXT. AVENUE OF THE STARS 216 The police take cover behind their cars. Powell, Robinson, and Mitchell look like they've seen the face of God as the building rocks from the blast. Henry's cigarette falls from his mouth as a desk is sent hurtling across Avenue of the Stars into the trees across the street. 217 INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE - ON WILLIAM - SAME 217 watching it on TV, feeling it all around him. WILLIAM Oh, Jesus... 218 EXT. DOWN ON THE STREET - SAME 218 Dick Thornburg's crew is taping. THORNBURG (in awe) Unreal. (to the cameraman) Did you get all that? CAMERAMAN Yep. Thornburg looks at his competitors still setting up. THORNBURG Eat your heart out, Channel Four. 219- OUT OUT 219- 221 221 222 ON HOSTAGE FLOOR 222 The hostages are shaken and the terrorists guarding them aren't too sure of themselves either. Only Hans is relatively calm. FRANCO They're using artillery on us -- ! HANS You idiot, it's not the police... (pause) ...It's him. 223 ANGLE ON HOLLY 223 She comforts Ginny. 224 INT. 32ND FLOOR - MCCLANE - SAME 224 He sits up and lifts the CB. MCCLANE Al! Al, the guys in the car, did they make it? INTERCUT: 225 EXT. POWELL 225 on the street, watching as the survivors are pulled out of the wreck and to safety. POWELL (on CB) Safe and sound, thanks to you. What the fuck was that? MCCLANE The plastique I found. (worried) Is the building on fire? POWELL No, but it's gonna need one hell of a paint job and a shitload of screen doors. (looking off, nodding) One spotters say you got two with that blast. MCCLANE Two? Are you sure? Before Powell can answer Robinson comes running up to him. ROBINSON Is that him? POWELL Yessir. ROBINSON (reaching for Powell's CB) Give me that. (angrily at McClane) Now, listen to me, mister, I don't know what you think you're doing, but demolishing a building doesn't fall under the definition of 'help'! There's hundreds of people out here and you covered half of them in pieces of glass -- MCCLANE Glass, my ass! Who the fuck is this? ROBINSON This is Deputy Chief of Police Dwayne T. Robinson, and I'm in charge of this situation. McClane leans tiredly against the elevator door. MCCLANE Well, from up here, it looks like you're in charge of shit, Dwayne. I haven't seen such a fucked up operation since the Bride of Frankenstein. Ask the guys in the armored car if they minded a little flying glass. ROBINSON Listen asshole -- ! MCCLANE (exploding) Asshole? I'm not the one who just for butt fucked on national TV, Dwayne! Now if you're not part of the solution, stop being part of the problem! Get off the Goddamn radio and put Al back on! McClane is so furious, he's out of breath. 226 INT. LIMO - ARGYLE - SAME 226 Argyle nods in agreement. ARGYLE Tell 'em, Mr. Mac! Tell 'em! 227 INT. 33RD FLOOR - ON MCCLANE 227 still seething. There is a long pause on the CB, then: POWELL'S VOICE Hello, Roy. How're you feeling? MCCLANE (pissed) Pretty fucking unappreciated. INTERCUT: 228 ON POWELL 228 Other officers, including Robinson, monitor the conversation. POWELL Hey, I love you. (looking around) So do a lot of the guys. So hang in there, man. Hang in there. MCCLANE (tired, touched) Thanks...partner. 229 TV - CLOSE 229 As it SNAPS ON. We're in the studio set. GAIL (as the picture stabilizes) ...of the Nakatomi building, sources say that the terrorist leader 'Hans' may be this man, Hans Gruber. A SLIDE of Hans appears behind her. At the same time, the CAMERA PULLS BACK. We realize we're on THE HOSTAGE FLOOR, and Hans has just turned on the set out here for his "guests". He smiles modestly as they "recognize" him from the on air shot, returns to the office. GAIL (on TV) A member of the radical West German Volksfrei movement. Strangely, the Volksfrei leadership issued a communique an hour ago stating that Gruber has been expelled from the organization and is operating on his own. HARVEY (on TV) Obviously, Gail whatever his affiliation, it's safe to say that Gruber's terrorist actions in Los Angeles tonight are well, terroristic... As the bullshit continues, Ellis suddenly STANDS, head towards the terrorist "office". Immediately the chief guard here, Fritz, moves to intercept Ellis. HOLLY Where are you going? ELLIS I'm tired of sitting here waiting to see who gets us killed first... them...or your husband. (to the approaching Fritz) Hi there. HOLLY (worried) What are you going to do? ELLIS Hey, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I can handle these clowns. (to Fritz) I want to talk to Hans. Hans! Sprickenzie talk? He doesn't wait for an answer. Fritz follows him. Holly worries. 230 THE OFFICE 230 KARL (in mid-speech, angry) -- you wouldn't let me kill him when I had the chance -- HANS If you'd listened to me he would be neutralized already! KARL I don't want neutral...I want dead -- ALL TURN at a rap on the door. Ellis is there. ELLIS Hope I'm not interrupting...? HANS (to Fritz) What does he want? As Fritz shrugs: ELLIS It's not what I want, it's what I can give you. Look, let's be straight, okay? It's obvious you're not some dumb thug up here to snatch a few purses, am I right? Karl looks at Ellis and then at Hans, as if to say, let me plug this asshole right now. But Hans is either amused of curious or bored enough to shake his head, turn back to Ellis. HANS (politely) You're very perceptive. ELLIS (flattered) Hey, I read the papers, I watch 60 minutes, I say to myself, these guys are professionals, they're motivated, they're happening. They want something. Now, personally, I don't care about your politics. Maybe you're pissed at the Camel Jockeys, maybe it's the Hebes, Northern Ireland, that's none of my business. I figure, You're here to negotiate, am I right? HANS You're amazing. You figured this all out already? ELLIS Hey, business is business. You use a gun, I use a fountain pen, what's the difference? To put it in my terms, you're here on a hostile takeover and you grab us for some greenmail but you didn't expect a poison pill was gonna be running around the building. (smiling) Hans, baby...I'm your white knight. HANS (dryly) I must have missed 60 Minutes. What are you saying? ELLIS The guy upstairs who's fucking things up? I can give him to you. As Hans reacts with real interest for the first time, we: CUT TO: 231 POWELL 231 By the CB. He suddenly REACTS to a GROAN from McClane. POWELL Roy! You all right? 232 INSIDE - MCCLANE 232 He's by an open desk drawer, having just ripped open a package of twinkies he's found. He grimaces, mouth full. MCCLANE Yeah, just trying to handle some year old twinkies. Yucck. What do they put in these things? POWELL (reciting) 'Sugar, enriched flour, partially hydrogenated vegetable oil, polysorbate 60 and yellow dye #5.' MCCLANE (laughing) You sound like a man with a couple of kids. POWELL Not yet, the wife in working on our first. You got any kids back on the ranch? McClane swallows Twinkie with a grimace, takes out his wallet, flips it open to a picture of himself and Holly and the kids in happier days. MCCLANE Two. And I'd sure like to see them swinging on the jungle gym with Al junior. POWELL It's a date. You buy the ice cream. McClane laughs, stares at the photo, when suddenly another VOICE besides Powell's comes over his radio. HANS' VOICE (o.s., on CB) Touching, cowboy, touching. (pause) Or should I call you Mister McClane? Mister officer John McClane on the NYPD? McClane FREEZES. How much do they know? 233 THORNBURG - IN TRAILER 233 Reacts, gleeful, writes down the name. THORSON (to Mary) Get on the phone to our New York affiliate...move, move! 234 POWELL 234 reacts, signals an Aide, who's already writing, too. INTERCUT: 235 MCCLANE AND HANS 235 MCCLANE (fighting to stay calm) Sister Teresa in third grade called me Mr. McClane. My friends call me John Mac. You're neither...shithead. HANS' VOICE I have someone who wants to talk to you. A very special friend who was at the party with you tonight. McClane's face falls. Oh, God. Eyes closed, he waits for the voice that tells him it's all over. ELLIS' VOICE Hello, John boy? McClane's eyes open, showing equal parts of shock and hope. In the office, CAMERA ADJUSTS TO SHOW Ellis as Hans gives him the CB. MCCLANE Ellis? Ellis has a cigarette, and a terrorist brings him a Diet coke. ELLIS John, they're giving me a few minutes to try and talk some sense into you. I know you think you're doing your job, and I can appreciate that, but you're just dragging this thing out. None of us gets out of here until these people can negotiate with the LA police, and they're just not gonna start doing that until you stop messing up the works. MCCLANE (carefully) Ellis, what have you told them? ELLIS I told them we're old friends and you were my guest at the party. McClane sighs, partially relieved. Hans meanwhile, narrows his eyes. MCCLANE Ellis...you shouldn't be doing this... ELLIS Tell me about it. He looks at Hans, who gives him a nod. ELLIS All right...John, listen to me... They want you to tell them where the detonators are. They know people are listening. They want the detonators of they're going to kill me. Ellis gives Hans a big "ok" sign. Hans returns it. 236 INT. POLICE TRAILER - ON POWELL, ROBINSON - SAME 236 and others listening intently. McClane closes his eyes and leans his head back again. He knows what is going to happen, even if this poor bastard Ellis doesn't. ELLIS' VOICE John, didn't you hear me? MCCLANE (to CB, quietly) Yeah, I hear you, you fucking moron! ELLIS John, I think you could get with the program a little. The police are here now. It's their problem. Tell these guys where the detonators are so no one else gets hurt. Hey, I'm putting my life on the line for you buddy... MCCLANE Don't you think I know that! Put Hans on! Hans, listen to me, that shithead doesn't know what kind of scum you are, but I do -- HANS Good. Then you'll give us what we want and save your friend's life. You're not part of this equation. It's time to realize that. Saying this, Hans takes out his gun, points it at Ellis, smiling. Ellis smiles, too. ELLIS What am I, a method actor? Hans, babe, put away the gun. This is radio, not television... MCCLANE That asshole's not my friend! I barely know him! I hate his fucking guts -- (desperately sincere) -- Ellis, for Christ's sake, tell him you don't mean shit to me -- ELLIS John, how can you say that, after all these years--? John? John? Ellis looks at Hans and shrugs, "Well, I tried..." Hans nods understandingly. He takes the CB, presses the TALK button, and in one frighteningly smooth motion brings the Walther up to Ellis' forehead and PULLS THE TRIGGER. CUT TO: 237 INT. 33RD FLOOR - MCCLANE 237 He was expecting the SHOT but it still chills him. 238 30TH FLOOR - HOLLY AND HOSTAGES 238 She lowers her head sadly. Around her, the others go CRAZY as they SEE Ellis' blood splattered on the glass walls on Hans' office. 239 INT. HANS' OFFICE - ON HANS 239 He throws open the door to let McClane and the police hear the screams of the hostages. HANS Hear that? Talk to me, where are my detonators. Where are they or shall I shoot another one? Sooner or later... (taking a shot) ...I might get to someone you do care about. MCCLANE (after a beat) Go fuck yourself. He DISCONNECTS. 240 EXT. BUILDING 240 Powell fends off Robinson, who wants the CB. ROBINSON Goddamn, didn't you hear him! He practically pulled the Goddamned trigger himself -- he gave that man to them -- POWELL Christ, can't you read between the lines! He did everything he could to save him...if he gave himself up they'd both be dead! ROBINSON Maybe. And maybe they'd at least be talking to us! Now tell your 'partner' to stay out of it, or so help me if he lives through this I'll put him behind bars myself! POWELL (amused) He's alone, tired, hunted, and hasn't seen diddly-squat from us and you think he gives a flying fuck about what you're going to do to him? Robinson, wake up and smell the shit you're shoveling! ROBINSON (cold) Anytime you want to go home, Sergeant...consider yourself dismissed. They lock eyes. POWELL No Sir. You couldn't drag me away. HANS' VOICE (over CB) Attention police. Attention police. It's asses and elbows time. Tape recorders are started. POWELL (starting to speak) This is -- ROBINSON (taking the CB away) This is Deputy Chief Robinson. Who is this? INTERCUT: 241 HANS' OFFICE 241 HANS This is Hans Gruber. I assume you realize the futility of direct action against me. We have no wish for further loss of life. ROBINSON What do you wish for, Mister Gruber? HANS I have comrades in arms around the world who are languishing in prison. The American State Department enjoys rattling its saber to its own ends... now it can rattle it for me. INTERCUT: 242 MCCLANE 242 Listening to this with expressions ranging from astonishment to dismay to outright derisive amusement. HANS' VOICE ...The following people are to be released from their captors: In Northern Ireland, the seven members of the New Provo Front. In Canada, the five imprisoned leaders of Liberte de Quebec... 243 HANS' OFFICE 243 HANS ...in Sri Lanka, the nine members of the Asian Dawn movement... KARL (sotto) 'Asian Dawn Movement?' HANS (off-mike, a shrug) I read about them in Time magazine. (on mike) When these Revolutionary Brothers and Sisters are Free, the hostages in this building will be taken to the roof and they will accompany us in helicopters to the Los Angeles International Airport where you will be given further instructions. You have two hours to comply. ROBINSON Two hours? Are you insane? I can't authorize...hello? Hello? KARL Do you think they'll even try to do it? HANS Who cares? (on another channel) Theo. Are we on schedule? INTERCUT: 244 VAULT ROOM 244 Theo and Kristoff have been rewarded with another LOCK DEACTIVATED. THEO * One more to go...then it's up to you. The graphic on his screen flashes: "WARNING: ELECTRO- * MAGNETIC SEAL ARMED." * THEO And you better be right, because this one's going to take a miracle. HANS * It's Christmas, Theo, it's the time of miracles. So be of good cheer and call me when you hit the last lock. (disconnecting) Karl...hunt the little shit down and get those detonators. * KARL Franco is checking the explosives, Fritz is with him. HANS I'll check the explosives. You just get those detonators. 245 MCCLANE - 32ND FLOOR 245 As he talks, he essentially PATROLS the floor he's staked out, constantly looking into every dark corner, gun held ready, moving toward the stairwell. MCCLANE Al? Al, you there? POWELL I'm here, cowboy. MCCLANE Speaking of cows, did you ever hear so much bullshit in your life? Two hours? That doesn't even make any sense -- POWELL Don't tell me, partner. I'm just a desk jockey who was on the way home when you rang. MCCLANE The way you drove that car, I figured you for the streets. POWELL In my youth, partner. In my youth. 246 INT. TV STUDIO - NIGHT 246 Gail and Harvey have company, a man from the Senator Paul Simon's school of grooming. GAIL (in mid-speech) ...author of... (holding up a copy) 'Hostage/Terrorist, Terrorist/Hostage, a Study in Duality.' Dr. Hasseldorf, what can we expect in the next few hours? HASSELDORF Well, Gail, by this time the hostages and their captors should be entering the early stages of the Helsinki Syndrome. HARVEY As in Helsinki, Sweden? 247 CONTROL ROOM 247 Sam sighs, shakes his head. HASSELDORF (over monitor) Uh...Finland. Basically, it's when the hostages and the terrorists go through a sort of psychological transference and projection of dependency... 248 INT. NAKATOMI - HOSTAGE FLOOR 248 Fritz drags Ellis' body out of the office and throws it on the floor. HASSELDORF (over Hans' TV) What can only be described as a strange sort of trust and bond develops...We've had situations where hostages have embraced their captors after their release and in one case even corresponded with them in prison... 249 INT. BUILDING - MACHINE FLOOR 249 Hans turns, looks up at the ceiling. Too dim up there to see from here. He sighs, sets his gun down on a buttress, starts to climb up, not enjoying it. 250- OUT OUT 250- 253 253 CUT TO: 254 OUTSIDE THE BUILDING 254 Robinson looks at a YOUNG COP, reacts, startled: ROBINSON The...the FBI? Here? Now? YOUNG COP Yessir. Right over there. Robinson looks at Powell, adjusts his clothing, fixes his tie. POWELL (dryly) You want a breath mint? Robinson glares at him, then they move together towards: 255 A BIG DARK GOVERNMENT CAR 255 Headlights still on, dominating the area where it sits. Robinson steps up, sees: 256 HIS P.O.V. - FBI AGENTS 256 They get out. One big back lit SILHOUETTE, one little one. BIG JOHNSON (showing badge) I'm Special Agent Johnson of the FBI. This is Agent Johnson...no relation. ROBINSON (stepping forward, plastic smile) Dwayne Robinson, LAPD. I'm in charge here. BIG JOHNSON Not any more. As Robinson REACTS, we GO TO: 257 THE MECHANICAL FLOOR - TIGHT ON HANS 257 He checks the plastique, not pleased. He turns, DROPS to the floor. 258 LOW ANGLE 258 He lands, knees bent...looks directly at a PAIR OF BARE FEET. A GUN BARREL DROPS INTO THE SHOT close to his head. MCCLANE Lost? 259 NEW ANGLE 259 A moment. And then Hans turns, looks up. The transformation in his expression and bearing are mind- boggling. Hands shaking, eyes filled with fear, he swallows, looks up at McClane and in a perfect American accent says: HANS --ohGodplease -- don't kill me -- don't kill me -- you're one of them, I know it -- MCCLANE (thrown, unsure) Whoa, whoa, easy man. I won't hurt you. Who are you? What are you looking for? Hans' eyes dart towards: 260 THE BUTTRESS TEN FEET AWAY 260 Where a tiny piece of his gun sticks out, barely visible. 261 BACK TO SCENE 261 HANS A way up to the roof...I thought I could signal for help -- He starts in that direction. MCCLANE Forget it. They got a guy up there. You want to stay alive, keep moving. Hey? You hear me? Hans realizes this tack won't work. He follows McClane. HANS You...you're an American? MCCLANE (friendly, easing the man's fears) Only if New Jersey counts. It works. The poor frightened civilian shows a hint of a smile. CUT TO: 261-A OUTSIDE BUILDING 261-A ROBINSON (in mid-speech to FBI) We've got thirty, maybe thirty-five hostages, probably on the 30th floor... seven, maybe eight terrorists. LITTLE JOHNSON (to Big Johnson) Sounds like a standard A-7 scenario. Big Johnson nods in agreement, turns to Robinson. BIG JOHNSON Thank you. We'll handle it from here. When we need to commandeer your men, we'll try and let you know. He starts to move away with his partner. POWELL (angry) Aren't you forgetting something? Johnson and Johnson turn. Robinson wants Powell to shut up. BIG JOHNSON Such as...? POWELL (pointing to the building) John McClane! He's the man who gave us all the information we've got! He's the reason you're facing seven terrorists instead of twelve. LITTLE JOHNSON He's inside? Who is he? ROBINSON (nodding) He may be a cop...we're checking on that -- BIG JOHNSON One of yours? ROBINSON (too quickly) No, sir. BIG JOHNSON (after a moment) If he's not a terrorist, and he's not a hostage...he's just not part of the equation. They start to walk away. POWELL (indignant) T...that's the same Goddamn thing the terrorists said! LITTLE JOHNSON (interested) Really? (to Big Johnson) That's one good thing. Sound like we're dealing with pros. They leave. CUT TO: 262 THE COMPUTER FLOOR 262 McClane and Hans walk together. Hans is still a "nervous wreck." HANS (nodding) There was a party -- celebration -- all of a sudden they were there -- shooting -- threatening us -- 263 CLOSER SHOT 263 McClane looks at this poor civilian, on the edge of going to pieces. He puts his hand on his shoulder. MCCLANE Relax, man...you smoke? Hans nods, still "frightened". McClane takes out his spoils of war, the Marlboros. Two left. He sighs, takes one, offers the other one with an expression like a little boy forced to share a cookie. McClane takes out a lighter, does his and Hans'. Hans nods, grateful...then peers at McClane. HANS You...you don't work for Nakatomi... and if you're not one of them... MCCLANE I'm a cop from New York. HANS (puzzled) New York... MCCLANE (explaining) They invited me to the Xmas party. Who knew? Hans' eyes take in his bare feet. MCCLANE Better than being caught with your pants down, right? (extending his hand) John McClane. HANS (shaking hands) William Clay. (smiling) Call me Bill. McClane nods, friendly like, and his eyes glance casually over at: 264 THE WALL - A ROSTER OF NAKATOMI EMPLOYEES 264 In alphabetical order. CAMERA MOVES OVER the "c's": CAMPBELL, S.: CLAY, WM.: CRAWFORD, L...PANS BACK TO CLAY. 265 BACK TO SCENE 265 MCCLANE Bill, you know how to use a handgun? HANS (hesitant) One weekend I went to a combat ranch... (apologetic) You know, that game with the, the guns that shoot red paint? Must sound pretty silly to you... MCCLANE Sounds better than nothing. McClane takes out his Baretta, pops out the magazine, jams in a fresh one and hands it to him. MCCLANE Time for the real thing. McClane turns, moves on...we STAY ON him until he REACTS to a CLICK. He slowly turns: 265-A NEW ANGLE 265-A Hans is...well, Hans again, from expression to posture. He holds the pistol aimed at McClane's face and talks calmly into his radio in German. HANS Karl! Franco! I'm on 33. Come quickly. (to McClane) Put down your gun and give me my detonators. McClane just looks at him. MCCLANE Hans. Your Hans. HANS (nods, indicating McClane's gun again) Put it down now. MCCLANE That was tricky, with the accent. I bet you do a great Ed Sullivan. Why do you need the detonators, Hans? I already used the explosives. HANS I'm going to count to three... MCCLANE (cold) Yeah. Like you did with Takagi. McClane raises his machine gun, aims at Hans. Hans PULLS THE TRIGGER. Click. Astonishment. Click-click-click. McClane steps in carefully, reclaims his pistol. MCCLANE You think I'm a shmuch, Hans. Hans pales as we hear the ding of an approaching elevator. HANS You were saying. McClane whirls in time to see: 266- OUT OUT 266- 269 269 260 KARL, FRANCO AND FRITZ 270 Coming out of it, FIRING. 271 BACK TO SCENE 271 McClane FIRES back, killing Fritz. Karl and Franco take cover. McClane ducks into a water cooler alcove, looks back at: 272 WHERE HANS WAS 272 He's gone, a SWINGING OFFICE DOOR the only evidence of his passing. 273 BACK TO SCENE 273 McClane curses himself, then RETREATS into a: 273-A- OUT OUT 273-A- 273-I 273-I 274 BANK OF COMPUTERS 274 Where he DUCKS and DODGES as bullets ping and ricochet all around him. Ducking, rolling, he FIRES at: 275 FRANCO 275 McClane's bullets RAKE his middle, throw him over a desk, his weapon FLYING: 276 CLOSER 276 He SLIDES right into a glass door. It smashes around his head. Bright arterial BLOOD fountains up: 277 MCCLANE 277 hope rising at the prospect of an equal battle, his face suddenly FALLS as BULLETS fly in from an unexpected direction. He turns: 278 HANS 278 has reappeared and snatched up Franco's weapon. 279 MCCLANE 279 FIRES, moving, trying to keep from bring flanked. One of his shots SHATTERS a glass panel, raining down shards near Hans, who escapes with only superficial scratches. 280 HANS 280 looks at the glass around him, gets an idea. He SHOUTS to Karl in German: HANS The glass! Shoot the glass! And, saying this, he demonstrates. Karl follows suit. 281 MCCLANE 281 as GLASS FLIES EVERYWHERE, McClane sees one option, takes it. BLASTING a burst to keep their heads down, he WHIRLS, JUMPS on top of a long counter and RUNS ACROSS THE ROOM. Their BULLETS follow him, six inches behind his moving form! Big CRAY UNITS GROAN with electronic SQUEALS and SPARKS as a million Gigabytes goes to RAM heaven. McClane reaches the end of the counter, DIVES and rolls to the floor: 282 HIS FOOT 282 goes right down on a jagged SHARD. He GROANS, keeps going: 283 STAIRWELL DOOR 283 He's out, gone, safe! 284 BACK TO SCENE 284 Karl looks pissed as hell. Behind him, Hans sifts through rubble, then comes over, smiling. He's holding the bag of detonators. HANS Smile, Karl. We are back in business. CUT TO: 285 INT. TV TRAILER 285 HASSELDORF (on monitor here) ...all depends on what we mean by "Terror.' If Clauswitz could say 'War is the last resort of Deplomacy,' couldn't we just as well say that terrorism has an equal claim to... Mary comes inside, grinning ear to ear. Thornburg looks up from his danish, a cute little chin napkin protecting his shirt collar. THORNBURG You got something? MARY (waving a paper) Just McClane's name, badge number, police record, vital statistics... (the ringer) ...And his family's address right here in L.A. As Thornburg GRINS we GO TO: 286 HOSTAGE FLOOR 286 Eddie and Uli are guarding the hostages. Hans and Karl return. Hans tosses the bag of detonators to Uli, who grins, leaves. 287 HOLLY AND GINNY 287 Holly has watched all this nervously. But Ginny's eyes follow Karl, who doesn't share the mood of the others. GINNY That one look pissed, Ms. Gennero... HOLLY (relieved) Thank God. (explaining) He's still alive. CUT TO: 288 UPSTAIRS - WASHROOM 288 The door JARS open. McClane all b