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《虎胆龙威1-3》(Die Hard )

时间:2007-10-27 22:05:45来源: 作者:
Die Hard (1988)
by Jeb Stuart.
Revisions by Steven E. DeSouza.
Based on the novel "Nothing Lasts Forever" by Roderick Thorp.


405 FREEWAY - LOS ANGELES - EARLY EVENING              1 



Christmas tinsel on the light poles.  We ARE LOOKING east past

Inglewood INTO the orange grid of L.A. at night when suddenly

we TILT UP TO CATCH the huge belly of a landing 747 -- the

noise is deafening.



2       INT. 747 - PASSENGERS - SAME                           2 



The usual moment just after landing when you let out that sigh

of relief that you've made it in one piece.  As the plane TAXIS

to its gate, they stir, gather personal belongings.



3       ON JOHN MCCLANE                                        3 



mid-thirties, good-looking, athletic and tired from his trip.

He sits by the window.  His relief on landing is subtle, but

we NOTICE.  Suddenly, he hears --



                         SALESMAN'S VOICE

          You don't like flying, do you?



McClane turns, looks at the Babbit clone next to him.  Caught,

he tenses, holds his armrests in exaggerated fear.



                         MCCLANE

          No, no, where'd you get that idea?



                         SALESMAN

                 (smiling)

          Ya wanna know the secret of successful

          air travel?  After you get where you're

          going, ya take off your shoes and socks.

          Then ya walk around on the rug barefoot

          and make fists with your toes.



                         MCCLANE

          Fists with your toes.



                         SALESMAN

          Maybe it's not a fist when it's your

          toes...I mean like this...work out

          that time zone tension.

                 (demonstrating)

          Better'n a cup of coffee and a hot

          shower for the old jet lag.  I know

          it sounds crazy.  Trust me.  I've

          been doing it for nine years.



The plane stops.  Passengers rise, start to take down overhead

luggage.  McClane does this, but as he opens the door above,

the businessman BLANCHES seeing:



3-A     HIS P.O.V. - MCCLANE'S BARETTA PISTOL                  3-A 



Peeking out from his jacket.



3-B     BACK TO SCENE                                          3-B 



Recognizing the look, McClane smiles reassuringly.



                         MCCLANE

          It's okay.

                 (showing badge)

          I'm a cop.

                 (pause)

          Trust me.  I've been doing it for

          eleven.



The businessman relaxes, moves off.  McClane now wrestles down

the biggest Teddy Bear FAO Schwartz had to offer.  Balancing

this, he moves down to another overhead, takes out a topcoat

and an overnighter.  Barely managing all this, he turns,

COLLIDING WITH:



3-C     A PRETTY STEWARDESS                                    3-C 



She bumps noses with the bear, gives a look.



                         STEWARDESS

                 (smiling, about the bear)

          Maybe you should have bought her a

          ticket.



                         MCCLANE

          Her?



He scrutinizes the nether regions of the bear, shrugs.



                         MCCLANE

          She doesn't complain.



                         STEWARDESS

                 (eying him)

          Neither would I.



McClane smiles, with just enough of a sigh to know he's as

wistful about things-that-might-have-been as she is...moves

down the aisle.



                                              CUT TO:



4       INT. THE NAKATOMI BUILDING (LOS ANGELES) - EVENING     4 



CLOSE ON A bottle of Dom Perignon as the cork explodes across

a large office floor decorated for Christmas.  A Japanese man,

mid-fifties standing on a desk holds up the bottle triumphantly

and looks out at an adoring audience of junior executives and

office personnel.  He is JOSEPH TAKAGI, Sr V.P. of Sales for

Nakatomi, a multinational corporation.



                         TAKAGI

          Ladies and gentlemen...I congratulate

          each and every one of you for making

          this one of the greatest days in the

          history of the Nakatomi corporation...



In the b.g., obviously still at work, an attractive BUSINESSWOMAN

in her mid-thirties, studying a computer printout, heads toward

her office.  Falling into step with her is HARRY ELLIS,

thirty-seven, V.P. of Sales.  Well-dressed, with stylish,

slicked-back hair, he looks and acts very smooth.



                         ELLIS

          What about dinner?



                         WOMAN (HOLLY)

          Harry, it's Christmas Eve.  Families...

          Stockings...chestnuts...Rudolph and

          Frosty...those things ring a bell?



She turns into:



5       HER OFFICE                                             5 



Her name is HOLLY GENNARO MCCLANE, though the nameplate on her

door stops after the first two.  She puts the printout down

on her secretary's desk.



                         ELLIS

                 (in reply)

          I was thinking more of roaring

          fireplaces...mulled wine and a nice

          brie...



Holly ignores the come-on, turns to her secretary.



                         HOLLY

          Ginny, it's 6:40, you're making me

          feel like Ebeneezer Scrooge.  Go on,

          join the party, have some champagne.



Ginny slowly manipulates herself out of her seat.  She is

enormously pregnant.



                         GINNY

                 (grateful)

          Thanks Ms. Gennaro.

                 (worried)

          Do you think the baby can handle

          a little sip?



                         HOLLY

                 (eyeing her)

          Ginny, that baby's ready to tend bar.



                         ELLIS

                 (not giving up)

          How about tomorrow night?



Holly just points to the door.  He follows Ginny out, clearly

not giving up.  Just then the party on Holly's phone picks up

and we:



                                              INTERCUT:



6       INT. NICE HOUSE IN SANTA MONICA                        6 



where a five-year old LUCY MCCLANE races her YOUNGER BROTHER

to the phone, winsthe wrestling match, and answers with a sense

of importance.  An Xmas tree is in the b.g.



                         LUCY

          McClane residence.  Lucy McClane

          speaking.



Holly suddenly smiles.  It is the first time we've seen her

smile and it speaks volumes about the person hidden under a

tough business exterior.



                         HOLLY

                 (with affection)

          Hello, Lucy McClane.  This is your

          mother.



She looks up and watches Ellis leave.  He "shoots" her with a

"catch ya later" wink.



                         LUCY

          Mommy!  When are you coming home?!



                         HOLLY

          Soon.  You'll be in bed when I get

          there, though.



                         LUCY

          Will you come say 'good night'?



                         HOLLY

          Don't I always, you goose?

                 (enjoying Lucy's giggle)

          Now put Paulina on the line, and

          no searching the house for presents!



                         LUCY

                 (caught)

          I didn't look in the front closet

          under the steps!  Is Daddy coming

          home with you?



                         JOHN, JR.

                 (hearing this, jumping up

                 and down)

          Yeah!  Daddy!  Daddy!  Daddy!

                 (on second thought)

          And a Captain Power!



                         HOLLY

                 (a little tightly)

          Well, we'll see what Santa and Mommy

          can do.  Goose, put Paulina on, okay?



Lucy hands the phone to a young Salvadorian woman, PAULINA,

the housekeeper.



                         PAULINA

          Hello, Mrs. Holly.  You coming home

          soon?



                         HOLLY

          I'm working on it.

                 (beat)

          Did Mr. McClane call?                               *  



                         PAULINA

          No ma'am.



Holly hides a trace of disappointment.



                         HOLLY

          Well...maybe there wasn't time before               *  

          the flight.  You should probably make

          up the spare room just in case.



                         PAULINA

                 (smiling)

          Yes, Mrs. Holly.  I do that already.                *  



Holly's smile comes through again.



7       INT. LAX - EVENING                                     7 



McClane, wearing his wool topcoat and carrying the biggest

stuffed animal FAO Schwartz had in stock and his hangup bag,

comes down the American Airlines ramp and into the terminal.

He avoids one near-collision involving his stuffed animal, an

act which drives him into another fender bender with a CUTE

GIRL who looks like she's ready for high tide at Zuma.  As she

smiles, weaves onward, McClane looks at his own Arctic gear

and then the girl as she kisses a similarly garbed boyfriend.



                         MCCLANE

                 (sotto, to himself)

          California.



He looks around the terminal at:



7-A     HIS P.O.V. - TERMINAL                                  7-A 



FAMILY REUNIONS are going on all around his as grandparents

greet grown children and their children, YOUNG WIVES greet

uniformed SOLDIERS, our Babbit businessman greets a pleasant

wife and two pleasant kids.  It's all very traditional, very

touching and not the least bit corny.



7-B     BACK TO SCENE                                          7-B 



McClane watches, moved by the sight, then looks around the

waiting area, just on the chance his family might be waiting.

Instead he spots a thin, gangling black kid, ARGYLE, in an

ill-fitting chauffeur's uniform.  As he waits he beats out a

rhythmn on a "Nakatomi Corporation" card with J. McCLANE written

on it in magic marker.  McClane pauses in front of him, unsure.



                         MCCLANE

          I'm John McClane.



                         ARGYLE

                 (introducing himself)

          Argyle.  I'm your limo driver.  Hey,

          nice bag.



He turns and starts walking.  McClane paces him, still juggling

bag and giant animal.



                         MCCLANE

          Argyle.  Don't you take this stuff?



                         ARGYLE

                 (stops)

          Do I?  I'm sorry.  You're gonna have to

          help me, man.  This is my first time

          driving a limo.



                         MCCLANE

          That's okay.  This is my first time

          riding in one.



                                               CUT TO:



8       WITH THE LIMO - DUSK                                   8 



TILT UP from the Lincoln emblem on the car.



Both Argyle and McClane are in the front seat.



                         ARGYLE

          Just kick back and relax, man.  We

          got everything you need:  CD, CB,

          TV, VHS, telephone, full bar.



He looks in the back seat, which is occupied by the bear.



                         ARGYLE

          If your friend is hot to trot...I

          know a couple of mama bears.

                 (turning to McClane)

          ...Or is he married?



                         MCCLANE

          Married.



McClane tries to get comfortable, scowls as a RUSTLING NOISE

reveals wrappers and styrofoam from Taco Bell.  He scowls at

Argyle.



                         ARGYLE

          The girl was off today.  Hey, I

          didn't expect you to sit up front.

                 (back to the topic)

          So, your lady live out here?



                         MCCLANE

          The past six months.



                         ARGYLE

                 (thinking about that)

          Meanwhile, you still live in

          New York?



                         MCCLANE

          You're nosey, you know that, Argyle?



                         ARGYLE

          Hey, I'm sorry.  When I was a

          cabdriver, see, people expected a little

          chit chat, a little eccentricity and

          comaraderie, I forgot how stuck up you

          limo guys were, so excuse me.



                         MCCLANE

                 (amused)

          It's okay, it's okay.



                         ARGYLE

                 (instantly)

          So, you divorced of what?



McClane gives up.



                         MCCLANE

          She had a good job, it turned into

          a great career.



                         ARGYLE

          But meant her moving here.



                         MCCLANE

          Closer to Japan.  You're fast.



                         ARGYLE

          So, why didn't you come?



                         MCCLANE

          'Cause I'm a New York cop who used

          to be a New York kid, and I got six

          months backlog of New York scumbags

          I'm still trying to put behind bars.

          I don't just get up and move.



                         ARGYLE

                 (to the point)

          You mean you thought she wouldn't

          make it out here and she'd come

          crawling on back, so why bother to

          pack?



McClane grins, he like Argyle even if he is direct.



                         MCCLANE

          Like I said, Argyle...you're fast.



                         ARGYLE

                 (popping in a cassette)

          Mind if I play some tunes?



A hard RAP SONG blasts from the speakers.



                         MCCLANE

          How 'bout some Christmas music?



                         ARGYLE

          That is Christmas music.



And damned it if isn't, the Fat Boys of Run DMC doing a

revisionist number on WHITE CHRISTMAS or something.  McClane

gives up, looks out the window.



9       HIS P.O.V.                                             9 



Convertibles with Christmas trees in their back seats,

Time/Temperature signs which reads:  69 degrees, palm trees

trimmed in Christmas lights, intermittent West side token

"Happy Chanukahs"...it is clear that Christmas L.A. style has

its own unique style.



10-     OUT                                             OUT   10-

11                                                            11  



11-A    THE LIMO - CENTURY CITY                               11-A  



TILT DOWN FROM one of the stars of this film, the well-lit,

impressive and spanking-new NAKATOMI BUILDING.  The limo pulls

up, parks, and Argyle gets out.  McClane lets himself out,

which is fine because Argyle doesn't remember he's supposed to

do it.  They both go to the rear of the vehicle.



12      EXT. NAKATOMI BUILDING - NIGHT                        12  



Argyle climbs out of the limo and stops by the trunk.



                         ARGYLE

          So, you go on upstairs to the party,

          your lady sees you, you run into each

          other's arms.  Music comes up, you

          live happily ever after, that it?



                         MCCLANE

          It's corny, but I could live with it.



                         ARGYLE

          What is it don't work out that way?

          Where you gonna stay?



                         MCCLANE

          I'll find someplace.



He looks up at the highrise lit by huge spotlights, then

back at Argyle who's made no attempt to open the trunk.



                         ARGYLE

          Tell you what.  I'll pull into the

          parking garage and wait.  You score

          with your wife give me a call on the

          car phone and I'll leave your bags

          inside at the desk.  You strike out...

          I'll get you to a hotel.



He hands McClane a business card with the number on it.



                         MCCLANE

                 (taking the number)

          You're all right, Argyle.



                         ARGYLE

          Just remember that when you sign

          for the tip.

                 (pointing to the

                 building)

          They're paying for it, so don't be

          shy.



McClane grins, heads inside.



13      INT. NAKATOMI LOBBY - NIGHT                           13 



Beautiful and -- on first glance -- deserted.  Finally a

SOUND in the sterile lobby reveals the presence of a

SECURITY GUARD hidden until now behind a massive desk.

McClane goes there, signs in.



                         MCCLANE

          Holly McClane?



The Guard points to a prominent touch screen computer console.



                         GUARD

          Just type it in there.



McClane is confused for a moment, then he moves to the screen.

He gives the Guard a look...the Guard raises his eyebrows as

if to say give it a try.



13-A    SCREEN - CLOSER                                       13-A  



McClane types, "McClane, Holly".  Pause.  The screen replies,

NO SUCH EMPLOYEE LISTED.



13-B    MCCLANE                                               13-B  



Frowns...thinks.  Simultaneously inspired and suspicious, he

types again.



13-C    THE SCREEN                                            13-C  



McClane types, GENNERO, HOLLY.  This time the screen CHANGES,

shows an elevation of the building and then a floor plan of the

30th floor with Holly's office BLINKING.                      *  



13-D    BACK TO SCENE                                         13-D  



                         MCCLANE

          Cute toy.



                         GUARD

          Yeah.  When you have to take a leak

          it'll help you find your zipper.



                         MCCLANE

          Thirtieth floor...                                  *  



                         GUARD

                 (pointing)

          Take the express elevator and get

          off at the noise.



McClane nods, moves off.  He moves to the elevators, and as he

does his experienced eye takes in:



13-E    ANOTHER SECURITY GUARD                                 13-E  



Patrolling a different area.



13-F    SEVERAL HI-TECH CAMERAS AND SENSORS                    13-F  



which are cleverly worked into the decor of the lobby.



13-G    BACK TO SCENE                                          13-G  



McClane reacts with bored professionalism, NODS to the guard.



                         MCCLANE

          Lots of hardware...



The guard shrugs.  McClane gets in the elevator.



14      INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT                                  14  



McClane hits "30" and REACTS to the hyper-powered SPEED with

which he rises.  He rotates his head, getting out the travel

cricks.



As he approaches the 30th floor we hear a tremendous THUMPING,

THROBBING NOISE.  McClane stops and listens before he

realizes -- it's the party.  As the doors open the noise

ATTACKS us.



15      30TH FLOOR - SAME                                      15 



McClane moves around the edge of the party, gradually

spiraling inward.  He grabs a glass of Mimosa champagne punch

from a passing tray, sips...scowls.  Spotting open beers in

an ice bucket, he tosses the punch into a potted plant, even

burying the plastic glass.  Sipping the beer, he moves through

the dense party.  People he doesn't know throw streamers over

him.



A WOMAN kisses him.  He grins.  A MAN kisses him.



                         MCCLANE

                 (to himself, shaking

                 his head)

          California...



Finally he queries a DANCING WOMAN.  The MUSIC drowns out their

words but she nods, points off in some generic direction.



McClane heads that way, cuts around a Christmas tree, loses

his bearings.  He sees:



15-A    TAKAGI                                                 15-A 



who has an air of authority.  McClane goes up to him.



                         MCCLANE

          Excuse me, I'm looking for --



                         TAKAGI

          Holly Gennero?



                         MCCLANE

          Yeah.  How'd you know?



                         TAKAGI

          I've spent half my life on airplanes,               *

          I can recognize someone who just

          got off one.

                 (shaking hands)

          I'm Joe Takagi, Mr. McClane.  I have

          ...something to do with this company.



                         MCCLANE

          So I've heard.



Takagi smiles, leads the way.  As they approach Holly's office

door, McClane notices the name there is -- again -- "Gennero".



                         TAKAGI

          Holly went to the Vault room to FAX

          some documents...she should be back

          any...



16      HOLLY'S OFFICE                                         16 



Ellis is behind the desk.  He's SNIFFLING and just as they

come in he SWEEPS the back of the slick desktop with his hand.



Both McClane and Takagi catch on...but Takagi tries to hide

his awareness.



                         ELLIS

          Ah...hi...I just had to make a quick

          call, and this was the nearest phone...



                         TAKAGI

                 (as Ellis rises)

          Ellis, this is John McClane...

                 (with meaning)

          Holly's policeman?

                 (to McClane)

          Ellis is in charge of International

          Acquisitions.



                         MCCLANE

                 (shaking hands with Ellis)

          That explains the recent deal with

          Bolivia.



Ellis REACTS, runs a checking finger under his nose.



                         MCCLANE

                 (sotto)

          Relax, Ellis.  I'm off duty.



                         TAKAGI

                 (eager to change the

                 subject, to McClane)

          Can I get you anything?  Food?  Cake?

          Watered down champagne punch?



                         MCCLANE

                 (grinning)

          I'm fine.

                 (looking through the

                 glass)

          You throw quite a party.  I didn't

          know they had Christmas in Japan.



                         TAKAGI

          Hey, we're flexible.  Pearl Harbor

          didn't work out, we got you with

          tape decks.



McClane laughs.  He likes this guy.



                         ELLIS

          Actually, it's kind of a double celebration.        *

          We closed a pretty big deal today and a lot

          of it was due to Holly.



The door OPENS.  Holly comes inside.



                         HOLLY

          All set, Joe.  The contracts went

          over the wire, and --

                 (surprised)

          John...!



16-A    MCCLANE AND HOLLY                                      16-A 



A moment.  Does the sound of the party stop for him?  We know

it.  For her?  It's more cryptic.  We sure hope so.



                         HOLLY

                 (recovering)

          I was hoping you made that flight.



                         JOHN

                 (quietly)

          I was hoping you were hoping that.



She laughs, kisses him on the cheek.  Ellis notes the awkwardness.



                         TAKAGI

                 (to McClane)

          You wife's made for this business.

          She know how to drive a hard bargain.



                         MCCLANE

          Yeah.  I remember our first date.



                         ELLIS

          Show him the watch.



As she hesitates:



                         ELLIS

         Go on, show him.  What're you,

         embarrassed?

                 (to McClane)

         A little token of our appreciation

         for all her work.



He takes Holly's wrist, holds it up.  McClane smoothly takes

the wrist away from Ellis, looks at the watch.



                         MCCLANE

          Nice, but one of us is three hours

          out of sync.  I think it's me.

                 (to Holly, pointedly)

          Is there a place I can wash up?



                         HOLLY

                 (happy for the excuse)

          Sure.  Follow me.



They go out.  Alone, Takagi's look at Ellis shows his

disapproval of certain snow at Christmas.



                                              CUT TO:



17      EXT. NAKATOMI - NIGHT                                  17 



An Emory freight truck turns off Olympic into the underground

parking garage of Nakatomi.



18      INT. PARKING GARAGE                                    18 



It goes down the ramp and passes Argyle's black limo.  The

driver's seat is EMPTY.



19      INT. LIMO - SAME                                       19 



Argyle sits in the back seat hidden from the outside world by

the tinted rear windows.  He is making a drink from the bar

with the TV on and his rap music blasting from the cassette

player, oblivious to the truck passing behind him.



20      INT. PARKING GARAGE - SAME                             20 



The Emory truck stops in front of the service elevator on the

next level down.  As the truck idles, the uniformed driver

makes a note on his clipboard.



21      INT. ELLIS' OFFICE - NIGHT                             21 



TILT UP FROM McClane's BARE FEET.  He is clenching and

unclenching his toes.



                         MCCLANE

                 (surprised, actually feeling

                 tension decline)

          Son-of-a-bitch.  It works.



 Holly sits on the desk here, watches him remove his jacket, tie

 shirt, etc.  Begin to wash up in the private bath.



                         HOLLY

          What are you doing?



                         MCCLANE

          It's a long story.  You know, I

          think that Ellis has his eye on you.



                         HOLLY

          That's okay...

                 (pause)

          ... I have an eye on his private

          bathroom.



 McClane's face shows his relief (or rather, his attempt not

 to show any).

                                                              *



                         HOLLY

          So, where are you staying?  This                    *

          all happened so fast I didn't even

          ask you on the phone.



 McClane finishes drying his face and steps to the bath doorway.



                         MCCLANE

          Well, Cappy Roberts retired out

          here a couple years ago.  He said I

          could bunk with him.



                         HOLLY

          Oh...Where does he live?



                         MCCLANE

          Ramona...no, Pomona, that's it.



                         HOLLY

          Pomona!  You'll be in the car the

          whole time...Look, let's make this

          easy.  I have a spare bedroom.  It's

          not huge, but the kids would love to

          have you at the house.



 McClane fixes her with a look.



                         MCCLANE

          They would, huh?



                         HOLLY

                (beat; honest)

          I would too.

                                                              *

 They lock eyes for a moment, but it's an intense moment that

 says a lot about how they still feel about each other.



 Just then a man and a woman, both a little tipsy, open the

 door to the office, see that it's occupied and beat a hasty

 retreat.  The interruption temporarily dents the mood.  Holly

 tries to smile.  But for McClane it's the last frustration.



                         HOLLY

          ...I've missed you.                                 *



                         MCCLANE

          Especially my name.  You must miss

          it every time you write a check.  When

          did you start calling yourself

          'Ms. Gennero'?



                         HOLLY

                (caught)

          This is a Japanese company, you know?

          They figure a married woman, she's on

          the way out the door...



                         MCCLANE

          Sure.  It's unnerving.  I remember

          this one particular married woman,

          she went out the door so fast there

          was practically a jetwash...I mean,

          talk about your wind chill factor...



                         HOLLY

          Didn't we have this same conversation

          in July?  Damn it, John, there was

          an opportunity out here -- I had to

          take it --



                         MCCLANE

          No matter what it did to our marriage -- ?



                         HOLLY

          My job and my title and my salary did

          nothing to our marriage except change

          your idea of what it should be.



                         MCCLANE

          Oh, here it comes.  One of those

          'meaningful relationship conversations.'

          I never should've let you get those

          magazine subscriptions --



                         HOLLY

          You want to know my idea of a marriage?

          It's a partnership where people help

          each other over the rough spots --

          console each other when there's a

          down...and when there's an up, well,

          hell, a little Goddamn applause or

          an attaboy wouldn't be too bad.

                (quietly)

          I needed that, John.

                (pause)

          I deserved that.



 There's a clumsy pause as if she's almost challenging him to

 say...something but he sets his jaw, says nothing.  Just then

 the door opens and Ginny leans inside.



                         GINNY

          Miz Gennero?  Mr. Takagi is looking

          for you...he wants you to say something

          to the troops...



                         HOLLY

          Thanks, Ginny.  I'll be a second.

          Oh, this is --



                         MCCLANE

                (mock bright 'radio' voice)

          Hi.  John Gennero here.  I'm the

          sensitive and supportive man of the

          eighties.



 Ginny looks puzzled, goes out.  Holly sighs, moves to the

 door.



                         HOLLY

          I'll be a few minutes.  Wait here --



                         MCCLANE

          Don't I always?



 She's gone.  Immediately, he slaps his forehead, contrite.



                         MCCLANE

                (to himself)

          Schmuck!



22-     OUT                                              OUT   22- 

23                                                             23 



24      INT. BUILDING LOBBY - SAME TIME                        24 



The Guard at the front desk notices the Emory truck on his

monitor.  The Guard continues to watch the Emory truck and

only half notices as a Mercedes pulls up in front of the

building and two extremely well-dressed BUSINESSMAN (late

twenties) climb out and start up the stairs for the door.  As

they cross the lobby to the Guard's table to sign in, we hear

their conversation.



                         MAN #1 (THEO)

                (animatedly)

          ...So, Kareem rebounds -- listen,

          this is a great play -- feeds Worthy

          on the break, over to A.C., to Magic,

          back to Worthy in the lane and --



Suddenly the other man pulls out a Walther pistol with a

silencer and aims it at the Guard's forehead.  Before the

Guard can react he pulls the trigger.



                         THEO

                (dryly)

          Boom...two points.



(The speed with which the murder takes place sets the tone

for the rest of the action.)  The killer moves behind the

desk, stepping over a small pool of blood from the Guard.



His name is KYLE, big, with long blond hair like a rock

drummer.  Karl takes off the silencer and looks at the video

monitor of the Emory truck.  The first man, Theo, opens his

briefcase, takes out a portable CB radio and speaks into it.



                         THEO

          We're in.



25      ON THE SCREEN                                          25  



the driver nods at the security camera as several men climb out of

the rear of the van and begin unloading wooden crates by the

service elevator.



26      INT. ELLIS' OFFICE - NIGHT                             26 



McClane looks at all the lavishness around him and picks up a

phone by the toilet.  He opens his wallet and takes out the

phone number Argyle have him.  A photo of his children stops

him.



It's of Holly, the two children and himself in happier days:

Six months ago, before Nakatomi came calling to Holly's door.

McClane flips it over.  On the back in crude but painstaking

hand of a five-year-old it says:  WE MISS YOU, DADDY.  LOVE

LUCY (and in more primitive letters) JOHN.



McClane returns the photo to his wallet, dials the number.



26      INT. BUILDING OPERATIONS CONTROL ROOM                  26       



Theo enters the small control room and comfortably sits behind

a maintenance keyboard.  Whistling a vaguely familiar tune, he

TYPES in some commands and locks down the passenger elevators

up to the 30th floor.  Then with several more computer commands,

systematically causes:



27      THE HEAVY STEEL GATES TO THE PARKING GARAGE CLOSE      27 



28      THE ESCALATORS TO THE GARAGE COME TO A STOP            28 



29      OUT                                             OUT    29



30      CONTROL ROOM - SAME                                    30 



Theo finishes typing and disconnects the keyboard and pulls out

the wires from beneath the panel.



31      INT. LOBBY - SAME                                      31 



The doors to a service elevator open TO REVEAL HANS GRUBER,

impeccably dressed, lean and handsome, he steps out into the

lobby like he owns the building -- and in a way he does.



Theo steps to the door of the control room and tosses Hans a

COMPUTER CARD.



Hans goes to the front door, waves the card over a magnetic

plate.  An LED BLINKS and the door LOCKS with a THUD.



Hans looks out at the street.  Appropriately enough, "not a

creature is stirring."  Century City is quiet.



32-     OUT                                             OUT    32-

35                                                             35 



35-A    LOBBY - QUICK CUTS                                     35-A 



An elevator opens REVEALING TEN MORE MEN, all armed with

Kalashnikov machine guns are carrying canvas kit bags.  One

of them, EDDIE, a rugged American in his twenties, goes to

the dead guard and immediately begins changing into his cloths.



Meanwhile:



   A)  Karl takes a tool case from the elevator and joins his

   brother TONY, first playfully grabbing him.  They head

   for the basement stairwell;



   B)  Theo leaves the control room and nods to Hans.



   C)  Eddie finished adjusting buttons and snaps on his

   pilfered uniform, takes his position behind the front desk.



36      HANS                                                   36 



looks at his watch and seems pleased.  He steps into the service

elevator with the others and presses the button for the 30th

floor.  The entire sequence has taken maybe sixty seconds.



37      INT. ELLIS' BATHROOM - 30th FLOOR - SAME               37 



McClane is still barefoot, his pant legs now rolled up above

his ankles.  He stretches his toes again.  Damn, it works.  He

lights up a new Marlboro, dials a number on the (bathroom)

phone.



38      INT. BUILDING BASEMENT - PHONE ROOM                    38 



A large sign says:  PACIFIC BELL EMPLOYEES ONLY.  Inside Tony

stands in front of an intimidating matrix of phone lines -- but

what he has in mind won't require a doctorate in Electrical

Engineering.  Karl comes over, gives his an elder brother's

punch on the arm, points out what to do.  Together they focus

on four CPV plastic conduits which run out of the main panel

over their heads.  Tony nods.  Opens a case REVEALING a

compact electric chainsaw.



39      INT. ELLIS' BATHROOM - RESUME                          39 



                         MCCLANE

                 (on phone)

         Argyle...?



40      INT. LIMO                                              40 



Argyle is reclining on the seat.  The music is on so loud that

it is nearly impossible to hear.



                         ARGYLE

         Hey, John, what's the word on you

         and your lady?



                         MCCLANE'S VOICE

         The vote's not in yet.



41      INT. PHONE ROOM - SAME                                 41 



Karl cuts through the four tubes one at a time.



42      INT. ELLIS' BATHROOM - SAME                            42 



McClane on the phone.



                         ARGYLE'S VOICE

                 (mocking)

         'Vote's not in yet?'  What's that

         supposed to mean.



                         MCCLANE

         What do you want, 'All My Children'?

         We're making progress.  After I get my

         foot out of my mouth, we'll really be

         cooking, and then I can --



He stops and gently taps the phone cradle.  No dial tone.



43      INT. LIMO                                             43 



Argyle looks at the phone.



                        ARGYLE

         What?...Mr. Mac, you there?



He turns down the music but there is on one on the line.



                        ARGYLE

                (to himself)

         Well, call me back, John.  You got

         the number.



He hangs up and turns the volume back up.



44      ELLIS' OFFICE                                         44 



McClane hangs up the original phone and then tries the other

one on the desk.  It, too, is dead.



45      INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR                                 45  



Hans and the others approaching the 30th floor.  As they grow

closer, we hear the noise of the speakers growing louder and

louder.  The men cock their weapons and brace themselves as the

car stops and the elevator doors open.  ON THE SOUND OF GUNSHOTS

AND SCREAMS WE:



                                             CUT TO:



46      INT. ELLIS' OFFICE                                     46 



McClane grabs his shoulder harness off the back of the chair,

moves quickly to the doorway.  He looks down the hall.



47      MCCLANE'S P.O.V.                                       47 



Two terrorists, FRANCE and FRITZ, armed with M-5 machine guns

searching the offices on the hall one by one.  They open a door,

look in from the hallway, and move on quickly to the next.



They are four offices away and moving fast.



McClane looks across the corridor and sees the stairwell door

-- too far to reach without being seen.



48      MCCLANE                                                48 



steps back, throws off the safety on his Beretta and braces

himself.  He opens the door, peers through a crack at:



49      HALLWAY - FRANCE AND FRITZ                             49 



QUICK CUTS as McClane's eyes SCAN their weapons...he's totally

outgunned, and he knows it.



Franco and Fritz reach the office just before Ellis' and throw

open the door REVEALING the man and woman who interrupted Holly

and McClane a few minutes before, now in the throes of

passionate lovemaking on the desk.  The two terrorists smile

at each other, then enter the office.



A moment later the man, (trying desperately to pull up his

pants) and the woman (buttoning her blouse) are pushed out

into the hall and toward the larger group by Fritz.  The other

terrorist, Franco, goes to Ellis' office and opens the door.



It is...empty.



50      INT. STAIRWELL - SAME                                  50 



CLOSE ON McClane's bare feet padding quickly up the concrete

stairs, two at a time.  We FOLLOW him up, then out onto the:



50-A    31th FLOOR                                             50-A



This is the mezzanine floor immediately above the main

Nakatomi lobby.  McClane sees Theo and KRISTOFF wheeling carts

of equipment.  McClane ducks back into the stairwell, he runs

up another flight and out onto:



51      UNFINISHED FLOOR                                       51 



Eventually it will be one large secretarial pool, but only a

portion is completed.  Half-finished partitions and office

furniture in its original plastic wrappings are everywhere.

One end has a few lonely finished working areas.



McClane moves quickly to a desk and picks up a phone.  It's

out.



                         MCCLANE

          Shit...



He looks out the window at:



51-A    NEIGHBORING BUILDING - MCCLANE'S P.O.V.                51-A 



A high-rise apartment building a half-block away sparkles with

lights.  McClane stares at a PRETTY GIRL in her bedroom.  She's

wearing drop dead underwear right out of the Victoria's Secret

catalog.  As we watch, she flops down on her bed, and with

one long leg in the air, effortlessly dials

a call on her high-tech phone.  It seems so easy.



51-B    BACK TO SCENE                                          51-B 



Frustrated, he watches this, knits his brow.



                         MCCLANE

          Think...



52      INT. 30th FLOOR (HOSTAGE FLOOR) - SAME                 52



The employees have been herded to the center of the room where

the desks have been pulled back.  Many people are whimpering.



52-A    HOLLY                                                  52-A 



She looks around the room for McClane.  She's so intent on

this that she doesn't see one TERRORIST waving her forward.

Exasperated, he SHOVES her.  Her glare at him shows us her

mettle.



52-B    WIDER                                                  52-B 



As the employees are bunched together, Ellis seeks out Holly.

He's clearly scared but trying to fake courage.  He pats her

hand "reassuringly."



Hans steps up on top of a desk and looks over the group.  He

reaches into a pocket...several people CRINGE...but what he

comes out with is a Bottega Venata pocket notebook.  He checks

his own scribblings like a dais speaker.



                         HANS

                 (soothing, in control)

          Ladies and gentlemen, due to the

          Nakatomi Corporation's legacy of

          greed around the globe, it is about

          to be taught a lesson on real power.

          You...will be witnesses.

          If our demands are not met, however --

                 (sad smile)

          -- You may become participants instead.

                 (beat, checking notes)

          Now, where is...'Takagi'?  Where is

          the man who...

                 (slight smile)

          ...used to be in charge here?



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.



65-B    CONFERENCE ROOM - RESUME                              65-B  



Hans slowly takes out his Walther and his silencer.  He feels

his silencer a moment, as if making a decision, then slips it

back into his coat pocket.



                         HANS

                 (weighing the gun)

          The code key, please...?



                         TAKAGI

          It's useless to you!  There's seven

          safeguards on our vault, and the

          code key is only one of them!  You'll

          never get it open!



Hans lifts the gun.



                         HANS

          Then there's no reason not to tell

          it to us.



                         THEO

                 (aside to Karl)

          I told you...



                         KARL

          It's not over...



Hans gives them both a look like an annoyed schoolmaster,

turns back to Takagi.



                         HANS

          This is too nice a suit to ruin,

          Mr. Takagi.  I'm going to count

          to three.  There will not be a

          four.  Give me the code.



He cocks the gun:



                         TAKAGI

          I don't know it!  get on a Goddamn

          jet to Tokyo and ask the chairman!

          I'm telling you!  You're just going

          to have to kill me --



                         HANS

          Okay.



BANG!!  He pulls the trigger:



66      OUT IN THE MUSEUM - MCCLANE                           66      *   



reacts as if shot.



A66-A   HIS P.O.V.                                           A66-A    *   



The glass doors to the boardroom are splattered red and

dripping...



66-A    INSIDE                                                66-A  



Takagi is still seated, but the chair in flat on its back,

blood flowing out into the carpet.



Hans springs to his feet:



                         HANS

          We do it the hard way!  Tony, see if

          you can dispose of that. (the body)

          Karl, you'd better check Heinrich's

          work up on the machine floor.



Karl, in the midst of handing Theo a fifty dollar bill, nods.



67      OUTSIDE - MCCLANE                                     67  



stunned, sees Hans move and tries to retreat.  But his gun

bumps the underside of the table:



68      INSIDE - HANS                                         68  



hears it.  Karl is the first to move:



69      KARL                                                  69  



springs through the door, finds nothing.  He checks two

adjoining rooms, the first is deserted.  The second...is

locked.



70      KARL                                                  70  



returns to Hans.



                         KARL

          Nothing...



                         HANS

                 (nods)

          See to Heinrich...

                 (to Theo)

          Now...you can break the code key...?



                         THEO

                 (grins)

          You didn't bring me along for my

          charming personality.



As he heads for the elevator.



                         THEO

                 (under his breath)

          'Though you could have...



Hans smiles, confident in his team, and follows.  CAMERA

SETTLES ON the door that Karl found locked.



71      INSIDE THE SUPPLY CLOSET - MCCLANE                    71  



slowly lets out a breath, praying softly:



                         MCCLANE

          Argyle.  Tell me you heard the shot.

          Tell me you heard the shot and you're

          calling the police right now...



                                           CUT TO:



72      INT. LIMO - PARKING GARAGE                            72  



Argyle is on the car phone.  The music is playing.



                         ARGYLE

          I'm working, honey.  Working hard.

          'Course I'll be by later to pick you

          up, have I ever lies to you?  My boss?

          He thinks I'm cruising to Palm Springs...



72-A    MACHINE LEVEL - TIGHT ON CEILING                      72-A  



Heinrich PRESSES something into a niche here, scrambles like

a monkey to a new position.  Helped by one of his men, he

JUMPS down, moves to another area, climbs up again, removing

something from his shoulder bag.



73      VAULT ROOM - 31ST FLOOR                               73  



Hans and Theo enter the safe room.  The huge corporate safe

looms in front of them.  Theo places three kit bags onto a

table and rolls up his sleeves.  He swivels a computer console

into handy reach, sits down.



                        HANS

         How long?



                        THEO

         Thirty minutes to break the code...

         Two hours for the five mechanicals.

         The seventh lock...that's out of

         my hands.



                        HANS

         If out plan works...the FBI will

         get rid of it for us.



Theo grins, begins typing.



73-A    HIS SCREEN                                            73-A 



He types BEGIN ALGORITHM CODE PROGRAM.  RANDOM NUMBERS AND

LETTERS begin going by:  AAAAA; 11111; AAAAB; 11112.



74      32ND FLOOR                                            74   



McClane moves out onto the 31st floor, angry at himself.



                        MCCLANE

         Why the fuck didn't you stop him?

                (beat)

         Because, you ignorant sonofabitch,

         you'd be dead, too.  Think...think,

         Goddamnit!



Suddenly he looks up at the ceiling and sees a sprinkler head.

His look drops to the wall and focuses on a small red fire alarm

switch by the door.



75      INT. MAIN FLOOR - L.A. FIRE STATION - NIGHT           75 



An ALARM sounds.  Quickly firemen move to their machines as a

voice of a 911 DISPATCHER drones.



                        911 DISPATCHER

         Main Wilshire units.  Two alarm fire

         at Nakatomi Plaza --



The voice continues as the station doors open and we:



                                            CUT TO:



76      INT. NAKATOMI - GROUND FLOOR OPERATIONS ROOM - SAME   76  



A fire alarm indicator light showing which floor has sounded the

fire alarm -- suddenly begins flashing, emitting short, loud

beeps.  Eddie, the terrorist in the guard's uniform and manning

the station, immediately picks up his CB.



77      32ND FLOOR - SAME                                     77  



McClane stands at windows looking Northward for fire trucks.

Suddenly we SEE the flashing red lights of FOUR ENGINES in

traffic two miles away.



                        MCCLANE

         C'mon, baby...come to Papa.  I'm

         gonna kiss your Goddamn dalmatian.



78      INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - ON HANS - SAME                78  



He rides the elevator back to the 30th floor with Tony.



                        HANS

                (calmly, to Eddie

                on CB)

         Call 911, give them the name and

         badge number on your uniform and

         cancel the alarm...then disable

         the system.

                (looks across at

                Tony, presses talk

                button again)

         Eddie?  What floor did the alarm

         go off?



78-A    MACHINE FLOOR                                         78-A  



They've heard the alarm here, too.  Heinrich, Marco and       *  

Uli HEAR the alarm and continue their mysterious work.



79      UNFINISHED FLOOR - SAME                               79  



McClane stands silhouetted against the window.  In the distance

he can see another fire truck swing off Santa Monica onto

Avenue of the Stars.



Suddenly the red light on the first truck goes out, then on the

second.  McClane watches in disbelief.  The trucks slow and

turn down separate side streets, heading for home.



                        MCCLANE

                (realizing)

         Son of a bitch...



Just then the elevator bell rings and we HEAR the ELEVATOR DOORS

OPEN.  A figure (Tony) slips into the shadows -- his machine

gun drawn.  We MOVE WITH HIM FROM the elevator area until he

reaches the light switch and throws it illuminating the entire

floor.  McClane is gone.



80      ON MCCLANE                                            80  



under a desk.  He takes in his options.



81      HIS P.O.V.                                            81  



The feet of Tony.  They move slowly in his direction.  McClane

Looks down the aisle next to the windows.  It leads to a series

of cubicles at the other end of the floor and is a clear path

if he can make it past Tony.



82      TONY                                                  82  



He moves steadily toward the area where we saw McClane.



                        TONY

         The fire has been called off, my

         friend.  No one is coming to help

         you.  You might as well come out

         and join the others.

                (fingers the trigger

                of his machine gun)

         I promise not to hurt you.



Moving more confidently, he steps up to McClane's desk, then

around it and fires a blast into the space.  It is empty.  As

the SOUND OF THE MACHINE GUN FADES he listens and hears another

SOUND -- a NOISE coming from the other end of the room near

the cubicles.



Tony heads toward the noise.  Sensing a trap, he moves past

each cubicle carefully, checking each office until he reaches

the doorway of the last one.  The sound is just around the

partition.  He tenses, then spins into the cubicle.



83      TONY'S P.O.V.                                         83  



A radial arm saw spins noisily.



84      TONY                                                  84  



grins at his nervousness.  He moves to turn it off, not

realizing the sound has buried the soft rustle of McClane,

steps INTO FRAME behind him, McClane shoves his pistol barrel

against Tony's temple.



                        MCCLANE

         Freeze, Police...don't move or name

         your beneficiary.



Tony doesn't.  McClane cocks his Beretta.  Tony watches him

calmly.



                        TONY

         You won't hurt me.



                        MCCLANE

         Yeah?  Why not?



                        TONY

                (smug)

         Because you are a policeman.  There

         are rules for policemen.



                        MCCLANE

         Yeah.  My Captain keeps telling

         me the same thing.



McClane suddenly PISTOL WHIPS Tony across the head.  Tony

REELS, then swallows, worried for the first time.



                        MCCLANE

         Let's go.



Suddenly Tony spins to the side and McClane FIRES, but the

big man's momentum slams McClane into a filing cabinet and sends

his pistol into the hall.



Tony fires his machine gun, but McClane kicks him into the desk.



He locks his arms around the big man's neck in a hold that

sends Tony reeling into the hall.  McClane holds on as they

slam through several plastic board partitions.  They careen

across the hall into the stairwell door, opening it, and crash

into:



85      STAIRWELL LANDING                                     85  



then down the concrete steps into the wall on the landing below.

For a moment, both men lie still.  McClane, still holding onto

Tony's neck, releases it and the man's head flops sickeningly

to the side.



For a moment McClane just looks at the dead man.  Then, slowly,

methodically, he begins to SEARCH HIM.  He turns all his pockets

inside out, looks at his clothing labels, stares long and very

hard at a California driver's license with Tony's picture on

it.  He expertly examines the machine gun when a HISSING SOUND

coming from somewhere attracts his attention.



He rises, moves cautiously to the source.



85-A    NEW ANGLE                                             85-A  



It's Tony's CB, which has fallen from the dead man's waist during

the struggle.  McClane stares at it, formulating a plan.



                                            CUT TO:



86      INT. 32ND FLOOR - NIGHT                               86  



PAN FROM Tony's now shoeless feet TO McClane, who sits on the

floor near the body hurriedly lacing up the dead terrorist's

boots on his own feet.  He ties the last lace and tries to take

a couple of steps.



He winces in pain, goes off balance.  Quickly he starts taking

the boots off.



                        MCCLANE

         A million terrorists in the world

         and I kill the one with feet

         smaller than my sister.



He yanks off the boots and tosses them into the garbage.  Then

he pulls the body up and sets it down on a secretary's chair.

He starts to push it along when he gets an idea and moves to:



86-A    A DESK                                                86-A



Where he scribbles a note we cannot read on a piece of paper.

Then his eyes fall on some Xmas decorations nearby.  He smiles

to himself.



86-B    IN THE ELEVATOR - UNFINISHED FLOOR                    86-B  



TIGHT ON McClane's back as he pushes Tony's body on swivel

chair into the elevator.  (NOTE:  WE CANNOT SEE TONY'S HEAD)

CAMERA ADJUSTS as McClane pushes the buttons for the 31th and

30th floors.



We notice he's got the dead man's machine gun and that a wooden

desk ruler protrudes from McClane's back pocket.



The elevator doors close and the car starts down.  After it's

dropped only half a floor, McClane forces the doors open with

his fingers -- stopping the car between floors.



Using the ruler he blocks open the inside doors, then opens the

outside doors of the floor above (31st) with his fingers and

pulls himself up onto the carpeted floor, then up onto the roof

of the car.  Once on the roof of the car he reaches over the

edge and removes the ruler, closing the inside doors and setting

the car in motion again.



86-C    HOSTAGE FLOOR                                         86-C  



The hostages have been gathered together in a group in the center

of the open floor, guards flanking them.  The elevators are

barely visible from the edge of the group, which is where Ginny

and Holly are sitting.  Ginny winces, uncomfortable on the floor.

Holly soothes her.  Hans stands in front of them like a stern

camp counselor in front of the assembled bunk.



                        HANS

         I wanted this to be professional,

         efficient, adult, cooperative.  Not

         a lot to ask.  Alas, your Mr. Takagi

         did not see it that way...

                (harder)

         So he won't be joining us for the

         rest of his life.

                (as that sinks in)

         We are prepared to go any way you

         make us.  When we have achieved our

         aims you can walk out of here...

         or be carried out.  Decide now, each

         of you.  But remember that we have

         planned everything to the last detail.

         We are completely in change.



A "DING" attracts his attention.  He turns.



87      NEW ANGLE                                             87  



The elevator doors OPEN and Fritz, guarding the area.  WHIRLS,

gun held ready.  His jaw drop as he sees:



87-A    TONY'S BODY - HIS P.O.V.                              87-A  



Still and dead, flopped in a swivel chair, a red Santa hat

gaily placed on his head.



87-B    HANS                                                  87-B  



REACTS.



                        HANS

                (indicating the hostages)

         Get them over there.  Schnell!



The guards quickly hustle the hostages away as Hans crosses to

the elevator, but for before.



87-C    HOLLY                                                 87-C  



Sees the body...and REACTS.  She knows her husband's abilities...

not to mention his twisted sense of humor.



87-D    NEAR THE ELEVATOR                                     87-D  



As Fritz stands there, confused, Hans comes to the elevator with

Franco, lifts Tony's chin and sees that his neck has been

snapped.  He sees a folded piece of paper in Tony's collar,

takes it out.



87-E    INSERT - THE NOTE                                     87-E  



It reads, "Now I have a machine gun.  HO-HO-HO."



87-F    BACK TO SCENE                                         87-E  



                        FRITZ

         Perhaps a security guard we

         overlooked...?



Hans lifts Tony's chin again, lets the head flop over.



                        HANS

                (thoughtfully)

         Security guard?  They're usually

         tired and burned out old policemen growing           *  

         fat on a pension...This is...

         something else.



87-G    ROOF OF ELEVATOR - SAME TIME                          87-G  



McClane is staring through a tiny crack at the scene below him.

CAMERA ADJUSTS from Fritz in the b.g. to Hans and France just

below.



McClane is WRITING in his weather-beaten cop's notebook.  The

first notation is NUMBER OF HOSTAGES:  HOLLY   30 -- odd.  Then

it says, NUMBER OF TERRORISTS?  As we watch, he adds "3 ? 1

87-H    in Lobby (?) and 2  with hostages??  Plus ones on     87-H  

roof (3)."



                        FRITZ'S VOICE

                (slightly spooked)

         We have to do something, Hans.



                        HANS' VOICE

                (not pleased)

         Yes...we have to tell Karl his brother

         is dead.  Tell him to come down.



Now McClane writes "HANS=LEADER.  Karl=BROTHER.  USE THIS?"

As Fritz calls Karl on his CB, Hans looks at Franco.



                        HANS

         Franco, you and Fritz take the body

         upstairs and out of sight.  I don't

         want the hostages to think too

         much.



88      INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - CAR ROOF - ON MCCLANE - SAME    88  



On top of the car, listening to the conversation below.  Franco

and Fritz step into the car and the doors on the elevator close.

The car accelerates upward and McClane grabs onto the heavy,

grease-coated cables to keep his balance.  Already his clothes

are soiled; his face and feet, arms and hair are dark from the

dirt and sweat.  The car speeds up the shaft -- passing the car

bringing Karl down to the hostage floor -- and stops at the

machine floor.  The doors open and McClane hears them roll the

chair with the body off the car.  McClane looks up.



89      MCCLANE'S P.O.V.                                      89  



A metal catwalk runs around the inside of the elevator shaft.



90      MCCLANE                                               90  



pulls himself up onto it.  As he moves along the catwalk looking

for a way out, he passes an unmarked metal door, 2'x3'.  McClane

pushes it open and looks in.



91      MCCLANE'S P.O.V.                                      91  



Total darkness.



92      MCCLANE                                               92  



takes out a coin.  A quarter.  He stops, switches to a nickel.

Throws it into the void.  It is a full four seconds until we

HEAR it "CHING" and bounce on concrete far below.  You don't

have to be a mathematics whiz to know it's a long drop.



                        MCCLANE

         Jesus...



He moves cautiously around a corner and we SEE a metal ladder

leading up to a door marked PUMP ROOM.  Opening the door

McClane enters a darkened:



93      PUMP ROOM                                             93  



damp and full of pipes and goes to another door.  He cracks the

door and looks out.



94      MCCLANE'S P.O.V.                                      94  



The lower level of the roof.  Open and deserted.  Only a heliport

above him is higher.



95      30TH FLOOR (HOSTAGE FLOOR) - HOLLY'S OFFICE - SAME    95



WIDEN as a FILING CABINET is FLUNG across the floor, drawers

SLAMMING out, papers flying.  KARL has done this, and he's    *  

barely started.  He FLINGS a LAMP against a wall, PUNCHES a hole

into the plaster.  Finally, Hans goes to him, lays controlling

hands on the man's shoulder.



                        HANS

         I know what you are feeling.  But

         this is not productive --



                        KARL

                (pushing him away)

         He was my only brother...my only

         family!

                (a flat statement)

         I want blood for my blood.  We

         search...now.



He starts to move.  Hans stops him.



                        HANS

                (firmly)

         No.  Heinrich's team must finish

         planting the detonators...and Theo

         needs time on the vault.  After the                  *

         police come they'll waste hours trying

         to negotiate...that's when we search                 *

         for this man.  Until then...we do not

         alter the plan.



                        KARL

                (quietly)

         And if he alters it...?                              *



For once Hands doesn't have an answer.



95-A    HOSTAGES - AROUND THE CORNER                          95-A  



They've heard the alarm, can see and sense the agitation among

their captors.  Ellis slides over to Holly.



                        ELLIS

         What's happening?



                        HOLLY

         They don't look happy...something's

         gone wrong.



                        ELLIS

         The police...?



                        HOLLY

                (shaking her head)

         John.



                        ELLIS

         John?  Christ, he could fuck this

         whole thing up...what does he think

         he's doing?



                        HOLLY

         How about his job?



                        ELLIS

         His 'job' is 3000 miles away.  Without

         him, they might let us go...at least

         we have a chance...



                        HOLLY

                (quietly)

         Tell that to Mr. Takagi.



96      EXT. ROOF - NIGHT                                     96  



McClane climbs to the heliport and leans against the leeward side

of a wall surrounding it.  Shielded from wind, he pulls out the

CB, turns to channel nine, and starts broadcasting.



                        MCCLANE

         Mayday, Mayday!  Anyone!  Terrorists

         have seized and Nakatomi building

         and are holding 30 or more hostages!

         I say again --



97      OUT                                             OUT   97



98      INT. HANS' OFFICE - SAME                              98  



Hans, Karl, Fritz and France hear the clear signal over Hans'

CB.



                        MCCLANE'S VOICE

         -- unknown number of terrorists,

         six or more, armed with automatic

         weapons at Nakatomi, Century City...

         Somebody answer me, Goddamnit!



Karl looks almost...satisfied.



                        HANS

         The roof.  It's the best place to

         transmit.



They move.



99      INT. LOS ANGLES EMERGENCY DISPATCH CENTER - SAME      99  



A SUPERVISOR weaves her way back from the break room toward a

DISPATCHER who is monitoring the call.



                        DISPATCHER

         It's the same address as that fire

         signal --                                            *  



                        SUPERVISOR

                (frowning)

         -- the false alarm?  I'll handle                     *

         it.



She plugs in her headset.  (Her condescending, arrogant tone is

like the one in the famous tape where the dispatch lady spends

so much time on red tape that the patient dies.)



                        SUPERVISOR

                (into mike)

         Attention, whoever you are.  This

         channel is reserved for emergency

         calls only --



                        MCCLANE'S VOICE

         No fucking shit, lady!  Do I sound

         like I'm ordering a pizza?



100     OUT                                             OUT  100



101     INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - ON KARL - SAME               101  



with Franco and Fritz.



                        KARL

         No one kills him but me.



It's an order and the look he gives the other two backs it up.

Karl checks his magazine, SLAPS it into his rifle as the elevator

opens to the roof.



102     EXT. UPPER ROOF                                      102  



McClane moves around the roof, circling the helipad, making sure

he has a good enough view to avoid being ambushed.  He can't

see in all directions at once but he's doing the best he can.



                        MCCLANE

         They've already killed one hostage,

         and they're fortifying their positions

         while we're bullshitting!  Now, send

         police backup ASAP!



                        SUPERVISOR'S VOICE

         Sir, I've already told you, this is

         a reserved channel.  If this is an

         emergency call, dial 911 on your

         telephone.  Otherwise I will report

         you to the police --



                        MCCLANE

                (to the radio)

         -- fine!  Report me!  Hey, come down

         here and fucking arrest me!  Send

         the police.  NOW -- !



Suddenly machine gun shells rip into the concrete wall in front

of him.  The noise is deadening as we:



                                            CUT TO:



103     INT. DISPATCHER OFFICE - SAME                         103



Both Supervisor and Dispatcher reach for their headsets in

pain from the INTENSE SOUND and:



104     OUT                                             OUT   104



105     EXT. ROOF - ON MCCLANE - SAME                         105  



Running.  Tracer bullets rip into the wall behind him.  He

reaches the corner and sees the other two terrorists moving

toward him.  Before they see him, he leaps down to the next

level out of range of Karl.



106     INT. EMERGENCY DISPATCH - SAME                        106  



The Dispatcher looks critically at the Supervisor in the

sudden silence.



                        SUPERVISOR

                (importantly)

         Ad...have a black-and-white do a

         drive-by.



                                            CUT TO:



107     INT. 7-11 - AT THE COUNTER - NIGHT                    107  



TIGHT as one after another after another HOSTESS TWINKIE is

stacked up on the counter.  CAMERA WIDENS and we SEE the

young male CLERK, who stifles a smile.  Another teenage

employee behind the counter also smothers a laugh.



The customer is POWELL, young for a police veteran, old for

the rest of the world.



                        CLERK

         Thought you guys just ate donuts.



                        POWELL

         They're for my wife.  She's pregnant.

         If I knew she was gonna eat a dozen

         at a shot, I woulda bought stock in

         the company.



The Clerk nods and puts them in a bag.  As Powell pays, suddenly

his BELT RADIO crackles to life.



                        DISPATCHER'S VOICE/RADIO

         Dispatch to One Adam Ten, over.



Powell grabs the radio, speaks into it.



                        POWELL

         One Adam Ten, go ahead.



                        DISPATCHER'S VOICE/RADIO

         Investigate a code two at Nakatomi

         Plaza, Century City.



                        POWELL

                (thinking)

         Nakatomi Plaza?



He moves to the door, steps outside.



107-A   EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE                                107-A  



Powell looks towards the horizon and up.



There it is, Nakatomi, in all its gleaming glory.



                        DISPATCH VOICE

         One Adam Ten, do you copy?



Powell is already moving to the car.  He tosses in the twinkies,

hops behind the wheel.



                        POWELL

                (into police

                radio)

         Roger, dispatch.  I'm on the way.



And he BURNS RUBBER leaving the store:



                                            CUT TO:



108     EXT. ROOF - ON MCCLANE - NIGHT                        108  



running for his life, from Fritz and Franco, doesn't realize

he is being herded around the building toward Karl.  Suddenly

McClane turns a corner and sees Karl.  The big man fires a

burst and McClane ducks back stopping at the exterior door

to the pump room he used before.  It is locked from the inside.



He BLOWS the lock off with a burst from his machine gun and

slips into the darkness of the:



109     ELEVATOR SHAFT NEAR PUMP ROOM                         109  



Coming quickly out of the pump room, McClane picks his way

over the same ground as a few minutes before and opens the door

to the elevator shaft.  The dimly lit shaft yawns before him.

He starts down the ladder back to the catwalk, moves along

it -- STOPS.



The catwalk ends, and the elevator is gone.



109-A   INT. PUMP ROOM - OTHER END                            109-A  



Karl crosses, starts to open the door to the elevator shaft

when suddenly their radio crackles with --



                        HANS' VOICE

         Karl?  Franco?  Did you catch him?



                        FRANCO

         No, but he's in the elevator shaft.



                        HANS' VOICE

         Prefect.  The elevators are locked off.              *  

         He can't escape.  Just shut him in and

         return to base.



                        KARL

         Hans, he killed by brother --



                        HANS

                (more firmly)

         Karl, I know you want him, but the

         police are probably on their way.

         Maybe we can convince them it was all

         a mistake, but not if they hear gunshots!

         If you lock him in he'll be neutralized

         -- now do it!  Karl?  Karl!



Karl turns off his radio.  In the light of their flashlights,

the two other terrorists look at Karl in stunned disbelief.

He opens the door to the elevator shaft.



109-B   INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - ON MCCLANE                      109-B  



He's OVERHEARD enough of this to realize he's in deep shit.

He backtracks to the air shaft door, strikes a cigarette

lighter.



110-    OUT                                             OUT   110-

117                                                           117  



117-A   ELEVATOR SHAFT (OPPOSITE SIDE)                        117-A  



Karl steps off the ladder to the catwalk, his own gun held    *  

ready.



118     MCCLANE                                               118



HEARING Karl's approach, McClane thinks fast, looks down at

his narrow confines, and then at:



118-A   HIS WEAPON                                            118-A  



and its canvas gunsling and metal strap slides.



118-B   BACK TO SCENE                                         118-B  



Quickly, McClane lets out all the slack in the sling.  Then,

he BRACES the weapon across the outside opening of the air

shaft door and lowers himself into the:



119     AIR SHAFT                                             119  



meanwhile holding onto the canvas sling with his elbows bent

over it like a kid doing a half-asses skin-the-cat on a swing

set.



His feet slowly move down the smooth aluminum walls until they

reach the top of the air duct, then DANGLE in the open space.

He straightens his arms to give him length enough to touch

the bottom edge of the duct.



Suddenly he FEELS something GIVE above him and looks up.



120     CLOSE ON THE SLING                                    120  



It was designed to carry a gun on a man, not vice versa.  The

few inches of extra canvas are sliding through the clips.

When they're gone...he will be too.



121     KARL                                                  121  



He moves silently toward the corner.



122     CLOSE - MCCLANE'S TOES                                122  



now only inches from the bottom edge.  McClane's arms are

fully extended now.  He hears Karl on the metal catwalk.  His

muscles strain and quiver.



123     THE SLING                                             123  



One of the canvas end slips through the clip.



124     ON MCCLANE                                            124  



FALLING.  He grabs the ledge of the air duct as he falls and

his body slams into the aluminum wall with an echoing BOOM.

Above him on the catwalk the rifle rattles on the metal outside

the door.



125     ON KARL                                               125  



Around the corner Karl FREEZES, unsure of the sound:



126     ON MCCLANE                                            126  



holding onto the ledge by his hands.  With every ounce of

strength he tries to pull himself up into the horizontal duct,

clawing for a hold.



127     ON KARL                                               127  



He rounds the corner and sees McClane's rifle lying beneath

the doorway.  He moves to the small door, shines his light and

aims his rifle down into the air shaft ready to fire.



128     HIS P.O.V.                                            128  



The shaft is deserted.  Moving his light around he sees the air

duct.  Without hesitation he turns and backtracks to the pump

room door.



129     INT. AIR CONDITIONING DUCT - ON MCCLANE - SAME        129  



He lies exhausted and motionless in the narrow crawl space.  He

awkwardly fishes out the lighter from his shirt pocket and

thumbs it ON.



The flickering GLOW shows him this ain't no place for

claustrophobics -- it's a long, long long dark and narrow

corridor full of weird shadows.  The far end (if there even

if one?) is BLACK.



                        MCCLANE

         Whew...for a moment there I was

         worried.



He turns out his lighter, and starts crawling.



130-    OUT                                             OUT   130-  

133                                                           133-  



133-A   INT. MACHINE FLOOR                                    133-A  



The three terrorists rush down from the roof in hot pursuit,

Karl leading the way through the door.  Karl points quickly to

the left and right where there are a series of rooms.  The

others checks these while Karl approaches the CAMERA, trigger

finger ITCHING.  Almost immediately, the others return.



                        FRANCO

                (a whisper)

         Nothing.



Karl looks puzzled.  Then he thinks, mentally retracing McClane's

few options.  Karl's eyes scan the architecture here, and then

suddenly he looks UP.



133-B   OUT                                             OUT   133-B   *  



134     HIS P.O.V.                                            134     *   



The ceiling is criss-crossed with air ducts.  He fires a      *  

burst into the ducts.



135     INT. AIR DUCT - SAME                                  135



McClane remains motionless in the air duct.  Three quarter-size

holes inches from his face show how close Karl came to nailing

him.  Sweat covers his face, drips silently onto the aluminum.



136     MACHINE ROOM                                          136



Karl listens patiently for sound.  Just then the two other

terrorists return.



                        FRANCO

         Nothing.



Karl hesitates a moment, fighting his instincts before finally

turning to go.  Suddenly the duct McClane is in GROANS slightly

under his weight.  Karl stops and looks up at the matrix of

aluminum duct work, trying to single out the source of the

sound.  He steps back into the room and raises his rifle.

Holding it upright he presses the barrel up into the belly

of McClane's air duct, feeling for weight -- the weight of a

body.



137     INSIDE THE AIR DUCT                                   137



McClane sees the indention of the barrel pressing into the

aluminum fifteen feet away.  There is a pause and another

three feet closer.  He can hear Karl's footsteps on the

concrete -- moving slowly below the duct.



138     ON KARL                                               138  



His eyes are fixed above him on the air duct.  He presses the

barrel up again.  Still nothing.



139     ON MCCLANE                                            139  



Silently he moves his hand, slowly draws his Beretta.  The

next indention presses up six feet away.  McClane points his

gun downward and waits.



140     KARL                                                  140  



stops directly below him.  The barrel starts up and just

touches the duct under McClane when Franco returns to the

door and calls:



                        FRANCO

         Karl!  Police!  Come on.



Karl hesitates then lowers his gun and leaves.



141     CLOSE - MCCLANE                                       141



He hears the door close and lowers his head.



141-A   INT. 33RD FLOOR - SAFE ROOM                           141-A



The large LED WINDOW in the front of the safe BEEPS and letters

creep by:  ACCESS CODE ACCEPTED.  We HEAR a CLUNK.



CAMERA ADJUSTS to show Theo, who grins.  Now his computer

screen reads, LOCK #1 DISABLED.  DO YOU WISH TO PROCEED?



Theo puts goggles on his eyes, holds out his hands towards

Kristoff like a doctor requesting a scalpel.  Kristoff gives

him a GIANT DRILL.



                        THEO

         You bet your ass I'm gonna proceed.



He turns on the drill:



142     OUT                                             OUT   142



143     EXT. CENTURY CITY - AVENUE OF THE STARS - NIGHT       143



The street is empty, quiet.  A lone police black-and-white

pulls out of the shadows of a side street and begins a slow

cruise toward the Nakatomi building.



144     ON POWELL                                             144



Driving, alone.  He starts up at the tower.  It seems calm,

its glowing lights matching the warmth of the holiday

decorations on the streets.  Powell slows to a stop and

scans the premises.  In the lobby we SEE Eddie, sitting behind

the desk.  Powell reports to his radio.



                        POWELL

         Guard inside.  No signs of disturbance

         ...I'm going up for a closer look.



He pulls in and parks in the front.



145     INT. MACHINE ROOM - SAME                              145  



McClane punches out a ceiling vent and drops down into the

machine room.  For a moment he stands, listening for sounds

of movement.  The floor is quiet.  He goes to the stairwell.



146     EXT. ROOF - SAME                                      146



The edge of the roof.  Suddenly a tall terrorist, James,

moves along the wall and looks over at Powell's car.



147     INT. 3RD FLOOR - SAME                                 147



The elevator doors open on Karl, Franco and Fritz.  They      *

step out onto the darkened floor.  We SEE large number "3"

painted on the doors of this floor.



They move quickly toward the windows on the Avenue of the Stars

side where a terrorist, ALEXANDER, with a BAR rifle has set up

a machine gun nest under a half-opened window.  Directly below

him we SEE Powell's car.



Alexander PANS the police car with his weapon, finger on the

trigger.  This is clearly a man hungry for action.



148     30TH FLOOR (HANS' OFFICE) - SAME                      148  



Hans watches from above.  He raises his CB.



                        HANS

                (his usual calm)

         Eddie?



149     INT. LOBBY - SAME                                     149



Eddie picks up his CB.  He watches Powell coming up the stairs.



                        EDDIE

                (to CB)

         Had a feeling you'd be calling...



                        HANS' VOICE

         Let him in.



Eddie is a little startled, but he moves quickly.



149-A   ALEXANDER                                             149-A



also hears this, and his eager expression fades.  But orders

are orders.



150     EXT. FRONT DOOR OF NAKATOMI - SAME                    150  



Powell tries the front doors.  Locked.  Eddie comes hustling

across and unlocks the door with the magnetic card.



                        EDDIE

         Evening, officer.  What's up?



Powell steps in and looks around.  Bland HOLIDAY MUZAK filters

from Speakers here.   (LET IT SNOW)                           *  



                        POWELL

         We got an emergency call that there

         was a problem here.



151     INT. 34TH FLOOR - BOARD ROOM - SAME                   151     *



McClane makes his way to the Avenue of the Stars side of

the building, enters the board room where Takagi was shot.

McClane goes to the windows and looks down at the street.



152     HIS P.O.V.                                            152



Powell's car.



                        MCCLANE

         All right!



McClane waits, expectant.  Five seconds.  Ten seconds.  But

no commotion, no shouting.  He frowns.



                        MCCLANE

         Where's the fucking cavalry?



152-A   INT. LOBBY - SAME TIME                                152-A  



Powell walks casually across the slick floor, eyes panning the

area.  Eddie sits casually watching a game on one of his

monitor screens.



                        EDDIE

         We already had that false alarm, you

         ask me, the Goddamn computers sent

         you out on another wild goose chase.

         They been chasing bugs in that system

         since they installed it.

                (to the screen)

         Oh, shit, come on, I got fifty bucks

         on you assholes -- !



Powell's face shows us he's starting to think he's wasting his

time.



152-B-  OUT                                             OUT   152-B

153                                                           153



153-A   WITH MCCLANE                                          153-A



The silent tension is driving him crazy.



                        MCCLANE

         Come on, come on...who's in that

         car, Stevie Wonder?



He makes up his mind.  He lifts one of the big chairs and

swings it at the window.  The tempered glass whitens on the

first blow.



153-B   EXT. ROOF                                            153-B



James sees the glass whiten below him and shouts into his mike.



153-C   INT. MACHINE FLOOR                                   153-C



Heinrich hears the radio and shouts to Marco who grabs his

machine gun and runs.



154     INT. LOBBY                                           154



Eddie watches confidently as Powell moves through the lobby

looking for signs of trouble.



154-A   AROUND THE CORNER FROM POWELL                        154-A



Uli is there, gun held ready.                                 *



155     BOARD ROOM - 34th FLOOR                              155



McClane draws the chair back for the final hit when a terrorist

(MARCO) appears at the door.  Both men react, but Marco already

has his gun up.  He FIRES a round at McClane.  The bullets rip

into the table top and the chair, and McClane goes down behind

the table.



156-    OUT                                             OUT  156-

156-A                                                        156-A



157     INT. 34th FLOOR - BOARD ROOM                         157



Marco smiles and moves around to the other side of the table,

but finds no one.  He looks around frantically than squats

beneath the table and sees:



158     MCCLANE                                              158



lying prone, his pistol trained on him.



                        MCCLANE

         Drop it or you're a rugstain.



159     BOARD ROOM DOORWAY                                   159



Just then Heinrich, the terrorist steps into the doorway, sees

the situation.



                        HEINRICH

         Marco, duck!



Marco dives sideways, but Heinrich still isn't quick enough.

McClane FIRES TWICE and Heinrich DROPS sprawling in the hallway,

machine gun FIRING BLINDLY until he hits the floor.



159-A   HOSTAGE FLOOR                                         159-A



They can FAINTLY HEAR the gunshots.  Holly pales:



159-B   THE LOBBY                                             159-B



All Powell can hear here is "LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW."  He

STOPS just a yard from seeing the armed terrorist, turns back.



                        POWELL

         Screw this.



He turns back.



159-C   THE BOARD ROOM                                        159-C



Marco springs on top of the huge table.  McClane rolls on his

back so he can cover either angle but it is clear that Marco

is in the more enviable position.



160     ON MARCO                                              160



on the table top slams in a fresh magazine and smiles.



                        MARCO

         Next time -- don't hesitate.



He leans his machine gun over the edge.



161     MCCLANE                                               161



aims directly above him and fires twice into the underside

of the table.  The bullets rip through the table and Marco,

who DROPS beside McClane.



                        MCCLANE

         Thanks for the advice.



162     OUT                                             OUT   162



163     INT. LOBBY - SAME                                     163



Powell heads for the door.  Eddie moves to lock up after him.



                        POWELL

         Sorry to water your time.  Merry

         Christmas.



Powell goes out.



164     INT. 34TH FLOOR BOARD ROOM - SAME                     164



McClane rolls out from under the table, goes to the windows,

and looks down in time to see Powell heading for the car.



                        MCCLANE

         Oh, man, please, no --



Desperate, he leans on the glass...which CRACKS again, on the

verge of going.  McClane thinks...looks over his shoulder at

the body of Marco.



165     INT. POWELL'S POLICE CAR - SAME                       165



Powell check in on his radio.  Unconsciously he begins to

HUM the Muzak he overheard in the lobby.



                        POWELL

         One Adam Ten to 6421.  We had a

         wild goose chase on that 436.

         Everything's okay here.  Over.

                (waiting, loosening

                his tie, he murmurs)

         'Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

         but the...the uh, dum, de dum's

         delightful...'



                        DISPATCHER'S VOICE

         Roger, One Adam Ten.  We thought it

         was a crank call anyway.  Clear to

         code eight.



                        POWELL

         Roger.

                (putting the

                car into gear)

         '...let is snow, let it snow, let

         it snow -- '



Suddenly Marco's body CRASHES onto the hood of his car.



                        POWELL

                (terrified)

         -- Jesus H. Christ!

                (grabbing for

                his radio)

         6421, this is One Adam Ten --



Suddenly a barrage of MACHINE GUN FIRE from Alexander on the

third floor drowns out his call!  Powell ducks and flattens

against the seat as bullets blow out the front window,

covering him in glass.



                        DISPATCHER'S VOICE

         Roger, One Adam Ten, please repeat.



But Powell accelerates in reverse away from the building,

keeping his head low and praying he doesn't hit anything

as the bullets follow him, digging into asphalt.  A half block

away his car runs off the pavement and down a SLOPE, finally

BOUNCING to a jarring HALT in a parking lot which is destined

to become police H.Q. a few pages from now.  Powell sits up

and clutches the mike.



                        POWELL

         One Adam Ten, under automatic rifle

         fire at Nakatomi!  Requesting immediate

         backup and SWAT assistance...





166     INT. 34TH FLOOR - BOARD ROOM                          166     *



McClane looks down at Powell and grins.



                        MCCLANE

         Welcome to the party, pal.



                                            CUT TO:



166-A   INT. OFFICE - TV STATION - SAME TIME                  166-A



WIDEN FROM A POLICE SCANNER.  We take in the action here,

all color coordination and slickness.  RICHARD THORNBURG,     *

local TV news reporter, is on the phone to his girlfriend.



                        THORNBURG                             *

                (into phone)

         -- of course I can get us a table,

         Wolfgang and me, we're like that.

         I interviewed him...hold on,                         *

         babe...



He covers the mouthpiece, because he's become aware of what's

coming from the scanner.



                        POLICE SCANNER

                (various voices)

         -- attention all units.  Officer

         pinned down by automatic weapon

         fire at Nakatomi, Century City --

         request assistant -- (ETC)



                        POWELL'S VOICE

                (intermixed with

                all this)

         -- guys, you want to cut through

         the red tape?  They practically

         turned this car into Swiss cheese -- !



                        THORNBURG

                (pleased)

         All right...!



He drops the phone, pick up another.  Shouts --



                        THORNBURG

         Mary, this is Dick.  I want a remote

         truck and a crew to meet me at the

         South gate in fifteen minutes...

                (listens)

         Damn right, fifteen...

                (listens)

         Where are we going?

                (Hearing gun shots)

         For an Emmy!



Now, hearing MACHINE GUN FIRE, Thornburg hangs up the second

phone.  Runs out of the room.  CAMERA PANS BACK TO the first

phone.



                        WOMAN'S VOICE

         Richard?  Richard?



167     EXT. CENTURY CITY - NIGHT                            167



Sirens wail as the first few police cars arrive.  Powell sees

them, waves them back, points to the third floor.



168     INT. HOSTAGE WING - ON ELLIS - SAME                  168



He leans back and closes his eyes, luxuriating in the sound

of WAILING POLICE SIRENS.  He looks at Holly.



                        ELLIS

         I never through I'd love to hear

         that sound.



169     HANS' OFFICE                                         169



Hans, Karl, Fritz and Franco confer.



                        HANS

                (in mid-speech)

         -- all of you, stay at your posts!

         We knew that police action was

         inevitable...

                (an odd smile)

         ...In fact, it's necessary.  So let

         them start their feeble efforts;

         until them, stay calm.  We have

         the hostages, remember.  We are

         still in charge.



Suddenly Hans' CB crackles to life.



                        HANS

                (picking it up)

         I told all of you...I want radio

         silence until further --



                                            INTERCUT:



169-A   MCCLANE - 34th FLOOR - BOARD ROOM                    169-A    *



He's got a CB on the table and ON, and his cop's notebook is

out again.  He's already upgraded the NUMBER OF TERRORISTS?

to "12 (?) minus 3 = 9" and added other information.  As he

speaks he takes ammo clips the dead men dropped, their

sidearms, etc.



                        MCCLANE

         Gee, I'm sorry, Hans, nobody gave

         me the message.  You shoulda put

         it on the bulletin board.  Anyway,

         I thought you and Franco and Karl

         and the other boys might be lonely,

         now that I waxed Tony and Marco and

         their buddy.  So I invited some of

         the guys from my card game.



In the office, the terrorists REACT, startled, as McClane

name-drops.



                        FRANCO                                *

         How...how does he know so much

         about --



                        HANS

                (waving for silence)

         Ah, how nice of you to call.  I

         assume you are our mysterious party

         crasher.  You are most troublesome

         for a...security guard?



170     INT. 34th FLOOR - ON MCCLANE - INTERCUT              170      *



Moving down the corridor.  Now armed with Marco's machine

gun and carrying Heinrich's kit bag, he seems more lethal.    *



                        MCCLANE

                (into CB)

         BZZZ!  Sorry, Hans, wrong guess.

         Would you like to go for

         Double Jeopardy, where the stakes

         are double and the scores really

         change?



He rolls Heinrich over and is delighted to find a pack of

Gauloise's in the man's pocket.  He takes them, pats the      *

dead man's face.



                        MCCLANE

                (sotto, to the body)

         Bad for your health anyway.



                        HANS

         Who are you, then?



                        MCCLANE

         Just the fly in the ointment, Hans.

         The monkey in the wrench, the pain

         in the ass -



McClane STOPS in mid-speech.  He's just opened the kit bag

Heinrich had over his shoulder when he died.  Now McClane

takes out the contents...dozens and dozens of EXPLOSIVE

DETONATORS marked "DANGER" and a CHUNK of cello-wrapped

PLASTIQUE the size of an electric razor.  He WHISTLES in

surprise to himself.



In the office, Hans turns off his mike for a moment, turns

to Karl.                                                      *



                        HANS

         Check on all the others...don't

         use the radio.  See if he's lying

         about Marco  and find out if anyone                  *

         else is missing.                                     *



He moves.   Hans goes back onto the CB.  Meanwhile, McClane   *

SMILES at the tell-tale STATIC as Hans goes off and on.  He

knows what's happening.  Now, he starts to walk down

a corridor, eyes PANNING FROM elevator to the stairwell

doors.



                        HANS

         Mr. Mystery Guest.  Are you still

         there?



                        MCCLANE

         I wouldn't think of leaving, Hans.

         Unless you want to open the front

         door...?



                        HANS

         I'm afraid not.  But you have me

         at a loss -- you know my name, but

         who are you?

                (scornfully)

         Just another American who saw too

         many movies as a child.  Another

         orphan of a bankrupt culture who

         thinks he's John Wayne...Rambo...

         Marshal Dillion.



                        MCCLANE

         Actually, I was always partial to

         Roy Rogers.  I really dug those

         sequined shirts.



                        HANS

                (harsh)

         Do you really think you have a chance

         against us, Mr. Cowboy?



A LIGHT blinks on the elevator.



                        MCCLANE

                (long pause)

         Yipee-yi-yea...mother-fucker.



McClane goes quietly through the stairwell door and is gone

by the time the search party steps onto this floor.



Hans sits quietly...thinking.



170-A   OUT                                             OUT   170-A



                                            CUT TO:



171     INT. 30TH FLOOR - SAME                                171



Karl steps off the elevator and goes through the crowd of

hostages to Hans.



                        KARL

                (quietly)

         He wasn't lying about Marco:  He's

         thirty stories down on the street.

         The other man is Heinrich, and I found

         his body upstairs.

                (pause; Hans looks

                alarmed)

         And his bag is missing.



                        HANS

         He had the detonators!

                (into CB)

         Theo?  Theo!



                                            INTERCUT:



171-A   THEO - IN SAFE ROOM                                   171-A



With Kristoff, he has DRILLED TWO HOLES in the safe and is

working on a third when he HEARS the CB.  He turns off the

drill, answers.



                        THEO

         Yo!



                        HANS

         We may have some problems.  How is

         your schedule?



Theo moves to his computer screen which shows a schematic of

the safe and blinking icons and the words MECHANICALS #2

and #2 DISABLED.



                        THEO

         Three down, four to go --



                        HANS

         Then don't waste time talking to

         me.



Suddenly all REACT to a nearby CB transmitter which broadcasts.



                        POWELL'S VOICE

         This is Sergeant Al Powell of the

         Los Angeles Police Department.  If

         the person who radioed for help on

         this channel can hear me, acknowledge

         this transmission...I say again...



172     INT. 33RD FLOOR - ON MCCLANE - NIGHT                  172     *



                        MCCLANE

                (to CB)

         I read you, Powell.  You the guy

         in the car?



                                            INTERCUT:



173     EXT. POLICE OPERATIONS TRAILER                        173



Powell stands in front of his destroyed cruiser and looks

up at the building.  Behind him technicians, City Power and

Light personnel, SWAT officers in protective gear, etc., arrive

from all directions.  A trailer is being backed into a parking

lot, which will become the police center of operations.  It

is like watching a small town being constructed right before

your eyes.



                        POWELL

                (to CB)

         What's left of him.  Can you

         identify yourself?



                                            INTERCUT:



173-A   HANS AND KARL                                         173-A



Listening intently.



                        MCCLANE

         Maybe later.  Just listen fast

         because this is a party line and

         the neighbors are trigger happy.

         Now here's the skinny:  There's

         thirty or so hostages on the

         30th floor, with probably 2 or 3

         guards to cover a group that size.

         The leader here is named Hans,

         and besides the pea shooter he

         ventilated your car with,                            *

         they got machine guns and                            *

         sidearms up the yin yang.  On top

         of that one of 'em had a big enough

         chunck of plastic explosive to

         orbit Kate Smith.                                    *



NOTE:  The following dialogue is said OVER McClane's.



                        FRANCO

         We have to find him and shut him

         up!  He's telling them everything --



                        HANS

                (shaking his head,

                calming)

         The police are irrelevant.  We've                    *

         waiting for the FBI.  Until they                     *

         arrive, we can't finish out work.

         Meanwhile, let this fool waste time

         for the police.  Fritz, go help Uli                  *

         find the bag.



The CAMERA TIGHTENS ON him



                        HANS

         We must find those detonators.



They leave.



173-B   WITH MCCLANE                                          173-B



                        POWELL'S VOICE

         How many are there?



                        MCCLANE

                (thinking about it)

         Figuring there's at least one to

         cover the lobby, a couple with the

         hostages...I'd say they came in

         with about a dozen...but they're

         down to nine now, including the

         skydiver you already met.  These

         guys are mostly Europeans, judging

         by their clothing labels, and they're

         well financed and very slick.



                        POWELL

         How do you know?



                        MCCLANE

         I've seen enough phoney ID's in

         my time to recognize that the ones

         they've got cost a fortune.  Add all

         that up and I don't know what the

         fuck it means, but these are bad

         ass preps and they're here to stay.



We notice that everything McClane has said about "clothing"

and ID's and police jargon, etc., has set off a little buzzer

in Powell's brain.



                        POWELL

         I hear you...

                (on a hunch)

         Partner.  And LA's finest are on it,

         so light 'em if you got 'em.



                        MCCLANE

         I'm ahead of you...partner.



                        POWELL

         Uh, what do I call you?



A moment.  McClane smiles.  What the hell?



                        MCCLANE

         'Roy'.



                        POWELL

         Got it...'Roy'.  Now listen.  If

         you think of anything else you think

         we need to know, don't be shy, okay?

         In the meantime I want you to find

         a safe place and hole-up and let

         us do our job.  Understand?



                        MCCLANE

                (to CB)

         They're all yours, Al.  Good luck.



McClane turns off his CB and sits against the wall.



174-    OUT                                             OUT   174-

176                                                           176



177     EXT. POLICE OPERATIONS - NIGHT                        177



An unmarked police car pulls up across the street from

Nakatomi building and a MAN in a sportcoat climbs out.

Stocky, his hair a little too perfect, the very fact that

he is the Deputy Chief of Police Operations on a Christmas Eve

gives some evidence to his position in the pecking order.  His

name is DWAYNE T. ROBINSON and he moves brusquely past police

technicians and goes to the forward group of officers.



                        ROBINSON

         Who's talking to them?



Powell turns around



                        POWELL

         I am, Sir...Sergeant Al Powell.



                        ROBINSON

         Dwayne Robinson.  Well, what have

         you learned?  What do they want?



                        POWELL

         The terrorists?  Don't know, Sir.

         We haven't heard a peep from them.



                        ROBINSON

                (puzzled)

         Then who the hell have you been

         talking too?



                        POWELL

         We don't exactly know, Sir.  He won't

         give us him name.  He appears to be the

         man who called in the report...he's

         killed one of the terrorists for sure

         and claims he capped two others.



                        ROBINSON

                (exasperated)

         He claims?  Powell, has it occured

         to you he could be one of the

         terrorists, pulling your chain?

         Or some kind of nut case who --



                        POWELL

         I don't think so, Sir.  In fact...

         I think he's a cop.  Maybe not

         LAPD, but definitely a badge.



                        ROBINSON

         How do you know?



                        POWELL

         A hunch.  Things he said.  Like,

         knowing how to recognize a phony

         ID --



                        ROBINSON

                (exasperated)

         -- recognizing phony ID's?  Christ,

         Powell, he could be a fucking

         bartender for all we know!



Something draws Robinson's attention.  He looks at:



178     HIS P.O.V. - REMOTE NEWS TRUCK                        178



Pulling up and parking just beyond the barricades.

Richard Thornburg gets out, starts supervising the            *

positioning of cameras.



178-A   BACK TO SCENE                                         178-A



                        ROBINSON

         Oh shit...



179     HOSTAGE FLOOR                                         179



Hans examines building plans at Holly's desk.  Behind him

the TV is ON, the sound muted.  TV cops triumph over oafish

bad guys.



Hans looks up as Fritz brings in Holly.



                        HOLLY

         I...have a request.



                        HANS

         Oh?  What idiot put you in charge?



                        HOLLY

                (evenly)

         You did.

                (on his look)

         You murdered by Boss.  Now...

                (waving towards

                the hostages)

         They're looking to me.  Personally

         I'd pass on the jab.  I don't enjoy

         being this close to you.



Hans is impressed by her candor.  And she's easy enough

on the eyes.



                        HANS

         Go on.



                        HOLLY

         We have a pregnant woman out there --

                (on his look)

         -- relax, she's not due for two

         weeks, but a marble floor isn't

         doing her back any good.  I'd like

         permission for her to more to one

         of the offices where there's a sofa.



                        HANS

         No.  But I'll have a sofa brought

         out to you.  Good enough?



                        HOLLY

         Good enough.  And unless you like

         is messy, you'd better start taking

         us in groups to the bathroom.



                        HANS

                (nods)

         Yes, you're right.  It will be done.



He nods to one of his men, and she is waved to the door:



As she goes:



                        HANS

         Mr. Takagi chose his people well,

         Mrs...?



                        HOLLY

         Gennero.  Miss Gennero.



He nods, thoughtful.  She goes out.  Hans suddenly notices:



180     CLOSER - TV                                          180



A slide "SPECIAL BULLETIN" has appeared.  This changes to a

SHOT of the Nakatomi building with "LIVE" supered over it.

Richard Thornburg is in front. The CAMERA TIGHTENS ON him.



                        THORNBURG

         This is Richard Thornburg, speaking

         to you live from Century City...

         where Los Angeles has joined the

         sad but world wide fraternity whose

         only membership requirement is the

         awesome spectre of International

         Terrorism...



181     ANOTHER TV SCREEN - NIGHT                            181



As Thornburg Continues, we PULL BACK.  We're WITH Argyle in

the back seat of the limo.



                        ARGYLE

                (reaching for the

                remote)

         What else is new...?



The CAMERA PULLS BACK and we SEE the Nakatomi Building rise

up in the b.g. behind Thornburg.



                        ARGYLE

                (stunned)

         Holy shit...



                        THORNBURG

         We're told that the situation began

         some two hours ago when an

         unidentified party of men took over

         the building and sealed off all of

         its entrances and exits...



Argyle is already bailing out of the car.



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 shit,

         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)