Die Hard Page #30

302 EXT. BUILDING 302

Just as the Johnsons are looking SMUG...all the floors GO

BACK ON, one by one!

LITTLE JOHNSON:

Sh*t!

(turning, to the

Engineer)

Cut it again. Go wider.

ENGINEER:

I can't go wider here...

(to Robinson, looking

for help)

...I'd have to call downtown have

them take down one of the city

grids...you're talking ten square

block --

ROBINSON:

-- ten blocks?

(to Big Johnson)

Are you crazy? It's Christmas Eve,

thousands of people -- the Mayor'll

scream bloody murder --

BIG JOHNSON:

(ignoring Robinson,

to the Engineer)

We must shut down the building. Go

wider --!

ENGINEER:

I need authorization --

BIG JOHNSON:

Authorization? How about the

United States F***ing Government?

Lose the grid or lose your job!

The engineer looks at Robinson. No help. The engineer looks

at his guy in the manhole, shrugs. No choice.

ENGINEER:

(takes phone)

Central. This is Walt, out at

Nakatomi. I want you to shut down

grid 212.

(listens)

No sh*t, it's my ass. Just shut it

down now.

Pause...pause...AND THEN THE FLOORS OF THE BUILDING ALL GO

OUT AGAIN.

303 IN THE VAULT ROOM 303

EMERGENCY LIGHTING FLICKS ON. An ALARM "beep-beep-beeps."

304 THE LED READOUT ON THE SAFE 304

changes to "FIBER OPTIC TIME LOCK DEACTIVATED AT SOURCE.

SEVENTH LOCK DISENGAGED."

305 BACK TO SCENE 305

With a dramatic HUM worthy of 2001, the vault door OPENS!

306 OUTSIDE 306

The FBI guys look at the dark building, than at the LAPD guys.

BIG JOHNSON:

That should shake'em up. With all

the power shut down, those bastards

are probably scared shitless.

307 IN THE VAULT ROOM 307

The safe door finishes its ponderous move, CLUNKS to a halt.

Theo and Kristoff LAUGH, give each other high fives. Even Hans

loses his usual cool, slaps Theo on the back as Theo and

Kristoff CHEER.

CUT TO:

308 THORNBURG'S TV TRUCK 308

drives along a residential street. We SEE the Nakatomi tower

in the b.g., spotlit by the police beams. Thornburg checks a

map, POINTS a turn out to the driver.

CUT TO:

309 OUTSIDE THE NAKATOMI BUILDING 309

Powell looks up at the dark structure lit only by emergency

lighting. He sidles over to the FBI men.

POWELL:

(dryly)

What do we do now, arrest them for

not paying their electric bill?

LITTLE JOHNSON:

(sharply)

We let them sweat awhile. Then, when

they're expecting helicopters...

(pause)

...We give them helicopters...

BIG JOHNSON:

(nodding)

Right up the ass.

(into another communicator)

This is Johnson...no the other one. I

want that air support ready to lift off

in five minutes...Damn right fully

armed. We're on our way.

(into CB)

Attention in the building.

INTERCUT:

310 VAULT ROOM 310

Hans talks while Theo and Kristoff tackle the problem of

unloading the racks and racks of bonds and transferring them

to the black cases.

HANS:

This is Hans...

BIG JOHNSON:

This is Agent Johnson of the FBI.

The State Department has arranged for

the release of your comrades. The

helicopters you requested are on the

way.

HANS:

I hear you, FBI. We'll be ready.

He disconnects, smiles at Theo.

HANS:

When they touch down and we blow the

roof, they'll spend a month sifting

through the bodies and rubble. By the

time they figure out what went wrong...

(smiling at the

irony)

...we'll be earning twenty percent

like nice fat Capitalists.

BIG JOHNSON:

(disconnecting, grinning)

By the time he figures out what hit him

he'll be in a body bag.

The Johnsons exit. Powell and Robinson look at each other,

unhappy. Powell's CB HISSES --

MCCLANE'S VOICE

Powell, listen...

Powell moves off to be alone.

INTERCUT:

311 INT. BATHROOM 311

POWELL:

I'm here, John.

McClane tries walking on his foot. He winces in pain, clearly

at the end of his resources.

MCCLANE:

(long pause)

Look...I'm getting a bad feeling up

here...I'd like you to do something

for me. Look up my wife...don't ask

how, you'll know by then...and tell

her...tell her...I've been a jerk.

When things panned out for her, I

should've been behind her all the way

...We had something great going until

I screwed it up...She was the best

thing that ever happened to a bum

like me. She's heard me say I love

you a thousand times, but she never

got to hear this...honey...I'm sorry.

(pause)

You get all that?

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