Die Hard Page #24

MCCLANE:

(laughing)

You sound like a man with a

couple of kids.

POWELL:

Not yet, the wife in working on our

first. You got any kids back on

the ranch?

McClane swallows Twinkie with a grimace, takes out his wallet,

flips it open to a picture of himself and Holly and the kids

in happier days.

MCCLANE:

Two. And I'd sure like to see them

swinging on the jungle gym with

Al junior.

POWELL:

It's a date. You buy the ice cream.

McClane laughs, stares at the photo, when suddenly another VOICE

besides Powell's comes over his radio.

HANS' VOICE

(o.s., on CB)

Touching, cowboy, touching.

(pause)

Or should I call you Mister McClane?

Mister officer John McClane on the

NYPD?

McClane FREEZES. How much do they know?

233 THORNBURG - IN TRAILER 233

Reacts, gleeful, writes down the name.

THORSON:

(to Mary)

Get on the phone to our New York

affiliate...move, move!

234 POWELL 234

reacts, signals an Aide, who's already writing, too.

INTERCUT:

235 MCCLANE AND HANS 235

MCCLANE:

(fighting to stay calm)

Sister Teresa in third grade called

me Mr. McClane. My friends call me

John Mac. You're neither...shithead.

HANS' VOICE

I have someone who wants to talk

to you. A very special friend who

was at the party with you tonight.

McClane's face falls. Oh, God. Eyes closed, he waits for the

voice that tells him it's all over.

ELLIS' VOICE

Hello, John boy?

McClane's eyes open, showing equal parts of shock and hope.

In the office, CAMERA ADJUSTS TO SHOW Ellis as Hans gives him

the CB.

MCCLANE:

Ellis?

Ellis has a cigarette, and a terrorist brings him a Diet coke.

ELLIS:

John, they're giving me a few minutes

to try and talk some sense into you.

I know you think you're doing your

job, and I can appreciate that, but

you're just dragging this thing out.

None of us gets out of here until

these people can negotiate with the

LA police, and they're just not gonna

start doing that until you stop

messing up the works.

MCCLANE:

(carefully)

Ellis, what have you told them?

ELLIS:

I told them we're old friends and you

were my guest at the party.

McClane sighs, partially relieved. Hans meanwhile, narrows his

eyes.

MCCLANE:

Ellis...you shouldn't be doing

this...

ELLIS:

Tell me about it.

He looks at Hans, who gives him a nod.

ELLIS:

All right...John, listen to me...

They want you to tell them where the

detonators are. They know people are

listening. They want the detonators

of they're going to kill me.

Ellis gives Hans a big "ok" sign. Hans returns it.

236 INT. POLICE TRAILER - ON POWELL, ROBINSON - SAME 236

and others listening intently. McClane closes his eyes and

leans his head back again. He knows what is going to happen,

even if this poor bastard Ellis doesn't.

ELLIS' VOICE

John, didn't you hear me?

MCCLANE:

(to CB, quietly)

Yeah, I hear you, you f***ing moron!

ELLIS:

John, I think you could get with

the program a little. The police

are here now. It's their problem.

Tell these guys where the detonators

are so no one else gets hurt. Hey,

I'm putting my life on the line for

you buddy...

MCCLANE:

Don't you think I know that! Put

Hans on! Hans, listen to me, that

shithead doesn't know what kind of

scum you are, but I do --

HANS:

Good. Then you'll give us what we

want and save your friend's life.

You're not part of this equation.

It's time to realize that.

Saying this, Hans takes out his gun, points it at Ellis, smiling.

Ellis smiles, too.

ELLIS:

What am I, a method actor? Hans,

babe, put away the gun. This is

radio, not television...

MCCLANE:

That a**hole's not my friend!

I barely know him! I hate his

f***ing guts --

(desperately sincere)

-- Ellis, for Christ's sake, tell

him you don't mean sh*t to me --

ELLIS:

John, how can you say that, after

all these years--? John? John?

Ellis looks at Hans and shrugs, "Well, I tried..." Hans nods

understandingly. He takes the CB, presses the TALK button, and

in one frighteningly smooth motion brings the Walther up to

Ellis' forehead and PULLS THE TRIGGER.

CUT TO:

237 INT. 33RD FLOOR - MCCLANE 237

He was expecting the SHOT but it still chills him.

238 30TH FLOOR - HOLLY AND HOSTAGES 238

She lowers her head sadly. Around her, the others go CRAZY as

they SEE Ellis' blood splattered on the glass walls on Hans'

office.

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