Die Hard Page #12
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 f*** 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.
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 --
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, Goddammit!
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 F***IN' SH*T, LADY! DO I SOUND
LIKE I'M ORDERIN' A PIZZA?!
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.
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.
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