Die Hard Page #17

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)

Yippie-ki-yay, muthafucka.

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

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