Die Hard Page #8

Takagi is shoved forward. He's worried but far from cowed.

Hans steps towards him. Extends a hand.

HANS:

(quite civil)

Mr. Takagi. How do you do. My

name is Hans Gruber.

Takagi is confused by his charm. Hans waves politely in the

direction of an elevator and with an armed escort takes the

executive away. CAMERA ADJUSTS to show Holly, concerned.

56 INT. STAIRWELL - 33rd FLOOR - SAME 56

McClane pauses outside the stairwell door to the 33rd floor,

he presses the handle and cracks the door open TO REVEAL a

computer floor. The computer machinery drones on under the

lights behind plate glass windows. McClane quietly closes

the door and moves to another floor.

MCCLANE:

(mumbling to himself)

32 construction...33 computers...

57- OUT OUT 57-

58 58

59 INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - NIGHT 59

Hans, Takagi, Karl and Tony. Riding silently. Hans alone

seems relaxed. He whistles. We recognize it as a snatch of

Wagner.

HANS:

Nice suit. John Philips...London?

Takagi stares at him, speechless.

HANS:

(smiles)

I have two myself.

(beat, as he exits:)

I'm told Arafat shops there too...

60 INT. STAIRWELL 60

McClane starts to open the stairwell door to the Machine Floor

when a NOISE above him gets his attention. He moves silently

up one flight to the roof. Quietly, he cracks the door and

looks out onto a Machine Floor on the lower level of the roof.

61 MCCLANE'S P.O.V. 61

Three terrorist, JAMES, ULI and HEINRICH, are unpacking the

wooden crates we saw in the garage from the service elevator.

It's not clear what they're doing but it seems very military

like and ominously defensive. Heinrich POINTS up to the

ceiling and says something in German. The others nod. Heinrich

starts to turn towards the CAMERA and:

62 MCCLANE 62

closes the door and slips back down the stairs.

63 INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - BOARD ROOM FLOOR - NIGHT 63

Hands enters, looks around. *

HANS *

And when Alexander saw the breadth

of his domain, he wept. For there

were no more worlds to conquer.

(to Takagi)

The benefits of a classical education.

Hans admired a scale model of a bridge. Behind him are *

photographs of the gorge where the bridge will be constructed.

Karl and Tony listen. Takagi watches.

HANS:

It's beautiful. I always enjoyed

models as a boy. The exactness, the

attention to every foreseeable detail...

perfection.

TAKAGI:

(defensively)

This is what this is about? Out

building project in Indonesia?

Contrary to what you people think,

we're going to develop that region...

not 'exploit' it.

Hans straightens, looks hard at Takagi.

HANS:

I believe you.

(smiling)

I read the article in Forbes. *

Takagi looks confused. Hans puts a friendly arm around Takagi's

shoulders and guides him into the adjacent board room where

Theo types in commands onto a built-in computer console.

HANS:

Mr. Takagi, we could discuss

industrialization of men's fashions

all day, but I'm afraid my associate,

Mr. Theo, has some questions for you.

Sort of fill-in-the blanks questions

actually...

JUMP CUT:

64 A COMPUTER SCREEN SPITS OUT: 64

NAKATOMI CORPORATION.

BOARD WORKSTATION.

ENTER CENTRAL COMPUTER CODE KEY _ _ _ _.

65 THEO 65

sits fingers poised over the keyboard. Hans sits opposite.

Takagi stands like the accused at the foot of the table, has

just read the screen, blurts:

TAKAGI:

I don't have that code...!

(beat; to Hans)

You broke in here to access out

computer?!? Any information you

could get -- they wake up in Tokyo

in the morning, they'll change it!

You won't be able to blackmail our

executives or threaten --

Hans barks him to silence:

HANS:

SIT DOWN!

Takagi complies. Hans is abruptly compassionate and quiet.

HANS:

Mr. Takagi...I'm not interested in your

computer.

(beat)

I'm interested in the 640 million dollars

in negotiable bearer bonds you have in

you vault.

ON Takagi's reaction.

HANS:

Yes...I know about them. The code

key is a necessary step in accessing

the vault.

TAKAGI:

You want...money? What kind of

terrorists are you?

HANS:

(amused)

Who said we were terrorists?

65-A MCCLANE - ENTERING THIS FLOOR 65-A

He tiptoes along, gun held ready. He can HEAR the MUMBLE of

voices from the conference room, moves slowly towards it.

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