Die Hard Page #20

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 sh*t,

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."

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