Die Hard Page #23
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 a**hole 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 f***in' 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?
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.'
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Die Hard" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2025. Web. 1 Feb. 2025. <https://www.scripts.com/script/die_hard_154>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In