Die Hard Page #16

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 --

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