DIE HARD 2
Written by
Doug Richardson
Revisions by
Steven E. de Souza
SHOOTING SCRIPT
November 16, 1989
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DIE HARD 2
WHILE WE'RE IN BLACK we HEAR a PNEUMATIC "KA-CHUNK" and then
MCCLANE'S VOICE
Holy shit, whoa, whoa -
FADE IN:
1 EXT. DULLES TERMINAL - DAY 1
JOHN MCCLANE, long topcoat FLAPPING, comes running out of the
terminal towards an AIRPORT COP in plastic covered uniform who is
supervising a TOW TRUCK DRIVER who in turn is manhandling a
sedate sedan with Virginia plates and a "GRANDMOTHER ON BOARD"
sign on the rear window.
MCCLANE
I'm here, I'm here, false alarm, let's
just let her down nice and easy -
COP
Sure. At the impound lot.
(POINTING)
Next time, read the sign.
MCCLANE
You don't understand, I'm just meeting
my wife's-plane - you gotta give me
this car back.
COP
Sure. Tomorrow 8 to four, you pay
40 bucks, we give it back.
MCCLANE
This is my mother in law's car. She
already hates me because I'm not a
DENTIST -
(SHOWING-BADGE)
See, I'm a cop. LAPD. How about
some team spirit?
COP
I was in LA once. Hated it.
CONTINUED
2
(X)
1 CONTINUED -
MCCLANE
(going with the flow)
I can relate to that. Hate it myself-
(turning to tow guy)
Hey, that's a plastic fender, Jesus-
(back to cop)
See, I used to be a New York cop still
got my ID somewhere -I only moved
'cause my wife got promoted - look,
maybe we can settle this right here,
we're in Washington, heartbeat of
Democracy, one hand washes the other
He realizes the truck is DRIVING AWAY one way while the cop is
i going off the other way - McClane votes for the cop -
MCCLANE
Hey, c'mon, it's Christmas -
COP
So Ask Santa to bring you another
car.
I
MCCLANE
(SOTTO)
You son of a -
BEEP drowns out his last word. McClave sweeps aside his coat,
finds the beeper on his belt. He looks at the obviously
unfamilar number on the read out in puzzlement, then runs into
the terminal.
2 INT. DULLES TERMINAL - DAY 2
CHRISTMAS MUSIC wafting through the building from a SCHOOL CHOIR
perched in front of a massive, three-story window. Blase
travelers PAUSE in their hectic rush to applaud the angelic
voices.
McClane shoves his way through some people - when they GLARE at
him he quickly APPLAUDS the kids, pulls up at an INFORMATION
BOOTH - the girl there is watching a LITTLE TV on the shelf out
of sight from the public.
MCCLANE 1ST NEWSCASTER
Telephones? (on TV)
.and that White Christmas
INFORMATION GIRL may be here for a while, if
(pointing) that new storm front moves
Right over there. to the Metro area this
afternoon as predicted.
McClane nods, serves across the slick linoleum.
CONTINUED
3
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2 CONTINUED - 2
1ST NEWSCASTER(cont'd)
Correspondent Leonard Adkins is in
a warmer clime, with a story that
grows hotter by the minute.
2A WITH MCCLANE 2A
he fairly SKIDS to a halt at a line of PHONE BOOTHS - and outside
each booth a long LINE of people with their armfuls of luggage
A
and gifts.
McClane's BEEPER goes off again.
MCCLANE
(DESPONDENT)
Ho - ho - ho...
3 3
thru OMITTED thru
4 4
CUT TO:
EXT. AIRPORT - THROUGH WINDOW - SAME TIME
I
A plane TAKES OFF. We PULL BACK and realize we're in a MOTEL
ROOM. The TV is on and we SEE the TV PICTURE CHANGE to a
TROPICAL AIRFIELD. Khaki-clad heavily armed SOLDIERS form a
cordon as a stiff-backed handsome MAN of 60 in handcuffs and leg
chains is hustled aboard a plane.
2ND NEWSCASTER
Security was tight today at Escalon
airport in the Republic of Val Verde,
where government authorities escorted
General Ramon Esperanza to the
military transport that will bring
him to the United States to stand
trial for narcotics trafficking.
A HAND thrusts in front of the CAMERA - FINGERS clenching and
curling oddly.
6 WIDER 6
A half naked MAN is doing Tai Ch'i EXERCISES. This is COLONEL
WILLIAM STUART, U.S.A. (Ret.) His body is hard, with SCARS from
knives and bullets.
On the TV, the words "FILE TAPE" blink under Esperanza's IMAGE,.
here resplendent in a Latin American uniform, reviewing troops in
the field and then moving to a table under a tarp to sign
documents with American military officers. He hands a COLONEL the
pen just used on the document - a souvenir.
CONTINUED
4
(X)
6 CONTINUED - 6
NEWSCASTER
Only two years ago the controversial
General lead his country's Army in
its campaign against Communists
insurgents - a campaign fought with
American money and advisors.
Esperanza's fall from power caused
1
ripples not only in his country'.s
recent election, but closer to home
I as well...
PICTURE CHANGES to some WASHINGTON STEPS. The AMERICAN COLONEL
we just.saw exits a Federal building with some JUNIOR OFFICERS
and attorneys - avoids reporters.
1
NEWSCASTER(CONT'D)
.when high ranking Pentagon
officials were chargedwith supplying
I him with weapons despite the
congressional ban.
The exercises finished, Stuart FREEZES in an eerie pose, until
7 HIS HUER CHRONOMETER
BEEPS an alarm -
8 BACK TO SCENE 8
The man uncoils. Composes himself. Goes to the closet.
NEWSCASTER(CONT'D)
But mounting evidence that Esperanza's
forces violated the neutrality of
neighboring countries made Congress
withhold funds-funds which Esperanza
I s accused of replacing by going into
the'lucrative business of cocaine
smuggling.
,.One topcoat, one suit there, shirt and tie laid out like a
costume not usually worn. On the shelf above, one PACKAGE in
DISTINCTIVE CHRISTTMAS WRAP.
Stewart puts on the shirt. In the pocket is a PEN - the same pen
we just saw on TV. If we haven't realized it yet, we realize it
now; t s is the same man.91
Suddenly Stuart WHIRLS like a GUNFIGHTER. But all he's got in
his hand is the remote control, snatched from the nightstand.
9 TV 9
CONTINUED
5
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9 CONTINUED - 9
Q
It clicks OFF -
CUT TO:
10 INT. AIRPORT MOTEL - CORRIDOR - DAY 10
CLOSE on the hallway door as Stuart COMES OUT, the package in
i his hand, the Huer ticking away. We WIDEN, TRUCK with him as
he moves down the corridor.
And now we SEE THEM - ten more TALL, HARD men, all coming into
the hallway from their adjoining rooms within seconds of each
other, all carrying SIMILAR GIFT WRAPPED PACKAGES.
They get into two adjoining. elevators, the stark LIGHTS above
their heads and their unmoving expressions making them look like
Aliens ready to beam up. As the doors CLOSE we
CUT TO:
11 INT. TERMINAL - DAY 11
McClane SQUEEZES past an enormous WOMAN exiting a phone booth
with a PRESENT as big as she is. Catching his breath, he drops
his quarter, dials.
12 12
aru OMITTED thru
13 13
CUT TO:
14 INT. A JETLINER - INTERCUT 14
HOLLY MCCLANE is here, AirPhone at her ear and a beautiful
SUNSET over the plane's wing visible through the nearby window.
With the Compaq portable computer, filofax and calculator piled
on it, Holly'.s seat back table looks like a traveling office.
MCCLANE
Hello. This is Lieutenant McClane
- Somebody there beep me?
HOLLY
I'd like to think I'm somebody.
MCCLANE
Holly! Did you land?
HOLLY
John, wake up. It's the nineties.
Microchips, microwaves, faxes and
airphones.
MCCLANE
As far as I'm concerned, progress
peaked with the frozen pizza.
CONTINUED
6
(X)
14 CONTINUED - 14
HOLLY
We're going to land about thirty
minutes late, I wanted you to know.
Kids okay?
MCCLANE
Just speeding on sugar, thanks to
your parents. I really appreciate
you coming a day late, honey. Nothing
I like better than a weekend with
the Munsters.
I
HOLLY
Mom give you any trouble about
borrowing her new car?
J
MCCLANE
(CAREFULLY)
No... not yet. Uh...how 'bout if
when you land, we don't drive over
the river and through the woods to
Grandma's house, but check into the
Airport motel?
HOLLY
You're on, Lieutenant.
They both hang up. The OLDER WOMAN beside Holly smiles at her.
OLDER WOMAN
Isn't technology wonderful?
HOLLY
My husband doesn't think so.
OLDER WOMAN
Well, I do. I used to carry around
those awful mace things -
She opens her purse and displays a Taser stun gun.
OLDER WOMAN(cont'd)
(SHOWING IT)
Now I zap any bastard who screws with
me. I tried it on my little dog,
poor thing, limped for a week.
As Holly tries to smile politely, we
CUT TO:
15 MCCLANE 15
Coming out of the phone booth and almost COLLIDING with -
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(X)
16 NEW ANGLE 16
Colonel Stuart.
STUART
Excuse me -
Pause as they dance away from each other. Then -
I MCCLANE
--do I know you?
STUART
R (TIGHTLY)
I... get that a lot. I've... been
on TV.
J
MCCLANE
You and me both, pal. The hell with
it.
Now it's Stuart's turn to look at McClane oddly; then he moves
off. McClane looks after him, trying to place him... shrugs...
heads for the bar.
CUT TO:
17 A LITTLE SEMI-RURAL CHURCH - NEAR THE AIRPORT 17
Charming until the SUB WOOFER ROAR of a big jet SCREAMS by,
practically in the little church's backyard.
Now we notice that the church is a little run down - trim needing
paint, sidewalk cracked - and a neat SIGN confirms our
SUSPICIONS:
"FUTURE SITE OF PARISH DAY CARE CENTER.
WORSHIP WITH US AT OUR NEW CHURCH,
52 KENSINGTON ROAD, ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA."
A DWP VAN pulls up, snow tires CRUNCHING on the driveway here.
Two MEN (BAKER and THOMPSON) get out in official DWP wardrobe.
But we remember the trim bodies, trimmer hair... and we remember
those gift wrapped packages, - which one of these guys carries.
18 INSIDE THE CHURCH 18
On a TV here, the newscast CONTINUES, now back to the tropical
airport. Esperanza is at the top of the steps, waving to the
press like a triumphant hero - not a felon en route to prison.
The plane doors close and it taxis down the runway.
WIDEN from the set, which an elderly CUSTODIAN is watching while
he eats some instant soup. The DOORBELL RINGS. The custodian
answers it.
CONTINUED
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(X)
18 CONTINUED - 18
CUSTODIAN NEWSCASTER'
Yes? (on TV)
Although Esperanza was
BAKER removed as Commander in
Sorry to bother you, sir. Chief earlier this year,
We're checking our equipment. the agreement to extradite
Any problems with the conduit him was not reached until
box in your backyard? yesterday - and Washington
insiders say it was a phone
CUSTODIAN call that made it happen -
Gee, I don't know anything a phone call from an
about that. angry American President.
Baker and Thompson glance at each other.
THOMPSON
Would you mind if we take a look?
CUSTODIAN
Help yourself.
18A WIDER 18A
The three men walk down the main aisle of the church. Dust motes
dance in the colored light.
CUSTODIAN
Don't seem right, somehow, closing
a church down. Oh, I know the parish
is gonna keep using it, but it won't
be the same. Been here a lot of
years; and I been right here with
it.
They've arrived at a rear window. FOCUS CHANGE to a green
CONDUIT BOX on the the church's rear lawn, half covered in snow.
FOCUS back through the glass. Thompson looks questioningly at
Baker, who nods.
CUSTODIAN
Yep. I kinda feel a part of me is
dying along with this church.
BAKER
Well, you're right about that.
BLAM BLAM GLAM. BULLETS RIP through the end of the Christmas
package, SLAM the custodian up and into a row of pews, which
OVERTURN.
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19 NEW ANGLE 19
{ Baker rips the rest of the smoking package away from his weapon,
s 1i s it over his shoulder and begins to SHOVE the pews aside to
make a larger open area.
Thompson, meanwhile, takes out a very futuristic transceiver.
He turns it ON; getting a RED light; enters a NUMBER CODE on the
keypad and gets a GREEN LIGHT. There's an EERIE QUALITY to the
transmission.
THOMPSON
This is team one. We're here.
1
NEWSCASTER(CONT'D)
This is Leonard Adkins, in Val Verde
- where the war on drugs has finally
taken its first prisoner.
With an annoyed expression, Thompson CLICKS OFF the newscast.
CUT TO:
EXT. AIRPORT - SERVICE AREA - DAY 20
Two PAINTERS pull up in a van. Move around the back and start to
pull out ladders and cans.
FIRST PAINTER
Busting our asses Christmas week like
they're gonna land extra planes if
we finish -
Suddenly two MEN O'REILLY and SH DON) are there.
PAINTER
Need something?
O'REILLY
Yeah.
BAM! BAM! Both painters are SHOT.
Quickly, the two men toss their bodies into the rear, get into
the van... and BACK IT INTO the airport garage.
O'Reilly enters a NUMBER CODE into a transceiver-
ORILLY
into radio, as iffey
DRIVE)
Team Two. In position.
CUT TO:
10
(X)
EXT. SECLUDED VIRGINIA ROAD - DAY 21
a CYCLONE FENCE and a MICROWAVE DOME fenced in with a sign:
"PROPERTY OF THE FEDERAL AVIATION AGENCY. NO TRESPASSING."
_BURKE and KAHN - two more of those CLEAN CUT MEN are here, just
now parking and going to the rear of their rented station wagon.
Quickly, they OPEN the trunk - slide, out a long OLIVE DRAB TUBE
and a TRIPOD.
21A CLOSER 21A
Kahn KICKS spikes on the tripod into the frozen around to anchor
it - TILT UP as a SNAPS the tube ON TOP of it, SWINGS IT
AROUND towards the installation -- when
POLICEMAN'S VOICE
Hey, you!
22 A POLICE CAR 22
Has pulled over across the road. Both OFFICERS get out.
POLICEMAN(CONT'D)
} (cocking a SHOTGUN)
This is .a restricted area! Mind
telling us what you're doing?
23 ON THE MEN 23
A quick look between them... and then .SWIVELS the-long
FIRING, the two men tube around! With Kahn LOADING and VjMELN
LAUNCH a MISSILE at the police car!
23A THE POLICE CAR 23A
EXPLODES, the two cops halfway out swallowed up in the
DESTRUCTION.
23B BACK TO SCENE 23B
As the cop car BURNS, the two men turn, pivot the weapon back
towards the transmitter. FIRE. The missile trail arcs neatly
over the fence, lands on target -
24 THE TRANSMITTER 24
EXPLODES -
CUT TO:
25 INT. DULLES TOWER - "THE CAB" - DAY 25
The top of the Tower, it's the heart, soul, brain of Dulles.
We HEAR snatches of AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL as the CAMERA PANS the
big room. We SEE PLANES outside, the airport LIGHTS already
on against the grey of the snow. It's damn impressive.
CONTINUED
11
(X)
25 CONTINUED - 25
0' CAMERA SETTLES on TRUDEAU. Chief Air Traffic controller, he's
lived through hijackings, the Olympics, Reagan's mass firings
-and he's still going (heart bypass notwithstanding.) Chief
engineer BARNES is as good as a right ventricle, anyway.
An ALARM RINGS.
26 TRUDEAU 26
lighting a cigarette, he hovers over BARNES.
BARNES
We just lost FAA approach control.
TRUDEAU
Weather may have screwed up the line.
Switch over to our own back up and
run a check.
Barnes hits a switch. The ALARM STOPS. Everyone relaxes.
CUT TO:
27 INT. AIRPORT BAR - NIGHT 27
WIDEN from McClane at the bar, his coat on a stool beside him.
He's on his second scotch. On the BAR TV, we SEE SAMANTHA
("SAM") COPELAND, a reporter with "live" super'd over her body.
She is clearly somewhere inside this airport
SAM
(ON TV)
--here at Dulles, the quiet men from
the Justice Department wait to put
handcuffs on the man who has come
to symbolize the enemy in America's
fight against cocaine... This battle
may be almost won... but the war
is still in doubt. Samantha
Copeland... . WNTW for NightTime News.
CAMERA ADJUSTS to.show a MAN as he OPENS a PHONE BOOTH. It's
very quick, but we REALIZE that while in there he. wasn't using
the phone but one of the transceivers we saw before.
This is MAJOR GARBER, Stuart's second-in-command; but his
efficiency and chilly courage are second to none. CAMERA FOLLOWS
HIM to a TABLE.
C OC HRANE and MILLER - TWO MORE of those neat, trim young men-are
there, in neat_,--Eo'ring topcoats.
CONTINUED
27 CONTINUED - 27
GARBER
That was the Colonel: All perimeter
teams are in place.
(TO COCHRANE)
Weather?
'Cochrane covers one ear and we SEE that he has a RADIO EARPLUG.
other. He listens intently, then GRINS.
' OCH
Flurries all along h e Virginia
Coast... new storm moving in from
the Northeast.
GARBER
(sharing the smile)
God loves the Infantry.
(SMILE GONE)
Carry out your assignment. We'll
regroup at field HQ.
(setting his watch)
Three fifty one... Mark.
They syncronize their watches, and then Mi l1e leaves the bar.
CAMERA PANS HIM out. He walks right past McClane, who doesn't
notice him.
A beat after Mil ergs exit, two AIRPORT COPS in snow-flecked
JACKETS come into the bar. Seeing, them, the bartender is
already pouring coffee for them. But-
28 GARBER AND COCHRANE 28
also see the cops - and very casually, Cochrane ulls the earplug
from his ear. Equally casually, Garber Vs-Wed-If-is- foot to slide
the two long Christmas package at his feet under the table.
29 ON MCCLANE - CAMERA PUSH 29
This gets his attention. His eyes narrow. He looks from the two
or d inary looking men towards the Airport cops, wonders why they
got fidgety. Now he watches
30 GARBER & Q HRANE 30
who looks at his watch, signals Cochrane. Both rise. But as
Cochrane bends to pick up his wrapped package... and as he moves,
something dangles inside his jacket. Is it a holster?
31 MCCLANE 31
turns to watch them exit, sees them SPLIT up outside the bar.
Quickly, McClane goes over to the Airport cops.
CONTINUED
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31 CONTINUED - 31
MCCLANE
Excuse me, officers. This may be
a total wild goose chase, but I think
I just saw -
He STOPS. CAMERA ADJUSTS. The cop he's talking to is the
asshole who towed away the car.
1
AIRPORT COP
Saw what?
MCCLANE
Elvis.
McClane turns, throws money near his glass and quickly exits the
bar.
CUT TO:
32 INT. TERMINAL - WITH THE MEDIA 32
trying to get the half dozen UNIFORMED US MARSHALS or the three
JUSTICE DEPARTMENT LAWYERS to talk to them - without success.
But one reporter - Sam - NOTICES -
33 STUART - MOVING THROUGH AIRPORT -HER POV' 33
I as she watches, Garber joins him -
34 BACK TO SCENE 34
SAM
(nudging her cameraman)
Hey. Colonel Stuart.
CAMERAMAN
Old news.
SAM
Better than these loxes.
Very quietly, Sam and the cameraman do their best to slip away
from the pack.
35 STUART AND GARBER - WALKING ALONG TOWARDS EXIT 35
STUART
(SOTTO)
Everything on schedule?
GARBER
Tapping airport phones right now.
Got a slight problem with personnel:
Last minute replacement. What's the
status of the security here?
I
CONTINUED
14
(X)
35 CONTINUED - 35
STUART
(nodding towards the
JUSTICE PEOPLE)
Like we figured. A joke -
But suddenly both men are in the GLARE of a portable light.
SAM
Colonel Stuart! Can we have a few
words with you?
I
STUART
You can have two: "Fuck" and "you".
And the interview is over and he's out the door.
CUT TO:
36 INT. TERMINAL - ESCALATORS - NIGHT 36
McClane's head panning the holiday crowd - then SEEING Cochrane.
Quickly, he FOLLOWS Cochrane downwards - into
37 LUGGAGE AREA 37
where a TOURIST JUNKET gets between McClane and his quarry-
38 C9CC $ANE 38
a GLIMPSE of him at a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE" - then he's
gone. McClane runs up, too late; the door is shut again.
He looks around, sees a LUGGAGE WORKER, flashes his badge.
MCCLANE
Open this.
(as the guy obeys)
Got a cop on duty around here?
LUGGAGE GUY
Airport police -
MCCLANE
(SCOWLS; THEN;)
Get 'em.
39 INT. LUGGAGE CONVEYOR AREA - DAY 39
Dark. Clatters and bumps, machine sounds... more bumps. McClane
moves cautiously along. He JUMPS as a large SHADOW moves
nearby, but it's a big CASE on a conveyor belt.
Now, he stoops to go under another conveyor belt - the different
tracks intersect and pass each other like freeway off-ramps
discharging luggage from one to another - and then he SEES -
4.
15
(X)
39A COCHRANE AND MILLER 39A
I
One has his jacket off, and just now dusts off his hands like
a man finishing a job.
The other one has one of those transceivers.
MCCLANE'S VOICE
Excuse me.
41 NEW ANGLE 41
They turn, see McClane with his badge in his left hand - his
right hidden under the long coat which is draped over his
shoulder like Clint Eastwood's serape in a Spaghetti Western.
MCCLANE(CONT'D)
This is a restricted area. You boys
too impatient to wait for the skycaps?
MILLER
We... work for th amine.
MCCLAN.E
Yeah? Let's see some ID -
Instantly both men DIVE to the outside, drawing guns.
42 THE TRANSCEIVER 42
Falls, skids... somewhere.
43 BACK TO SCENE 43
Dropping his'wallet, McClane JUMPS aside as SHOTS WHIZZ PAST
-McClane's COAT takes the BULLET HITS in MID AIR as he LANDS
on a conveyor belt, which CARRIES him UP and OVER the gunmen.
They FIRE UP at him - He aims.back - and then a SUITCASE falling
from another belt and knocks his gun away!
44 BELOW 44
The gun CLATTERS on the floor. Seeing it, the two men exchange a
glance - split up.
45 MCCLANE 45
Drops from the belt, crouches near big gears. Desperate, he
looks around for a weapon, anything. Then he notices all the
luggage going past: Suitcases, camera cases, a bicycle... Skis.
46 MILLER 46
Moving forward expertly, gun ready. WHAP! A SKI POLE smacks
down on his wrist! The gun DROPS onto a conveyor belt, FIRES -
then moves away, obscured by moving luggage.
CONTINUED
16
(X)
46 CONTINUED - 46
J McClane steps in, punches Miller - gets HIT hard himself -both
ROLL OVER onto the new belt.
47 COCHRANE 47
Hearing the SHOT, he tries to pinpoint the location - but with
all the echoes - it's hard.
S
48 MCCLANE AND MIL 48
Fighting hand to hand. Miller starts pressing the ski pole
against McClane's throat:-Pt=lane tries to do the same thine
back - they spin, SMASH into a pile of suitcases, some of which
SPILL OPEN.
M J er gets in a powerful punch, gets free - CAMERA FOLLOWS
Miller as his hand gropes for the pistol.- and then McClane
rIT into view with fucking HAIRSPRAY right in the guy's eyes!
Miller HOWLS, blinded - but then - BLAM! A BULLET EXPLODES
tcan in McClane's hand!
49 NEW ANGLE 49
Cochrane is there! McClane LEAPS like Tarzan to the BOTTOM of
the i , empty "return" belt - the momentum swings him right
towards Cochrane, who FIRES once more before McClane's KICK
nearly toc e stf'his head - he loses the gun, but Jesus, these
guys are tough and now Cochrane LEAPS UP and grabs McClane's
belt and clothes and they're both hanging -suddenly they're both
too damn high to get off!
50 MCCLANE 50
Half on the belt, half off, he fends off the other man and SEES-
51 UP AHEAD 51
The belt goes through a hatchway - a hatchway with virtually no
clearance.
52 BACK TO SCENE 52
McClane PUNCHES Cochrane - again, again - but the guy's gonna
kill them both one way or the other - McClane KICKS him, again,
again - finally his grip loosens - at the last minute McClane
JUMPS to a thick conduit - and then Cochrane gets JAMMED
53 INTO THE HATCH HEADFIRST. 53
54 NEW ANGLE - 20 FEET UP 54
The conduit BREAKS FREE from its molly bolts, but doesn't drop
-and three feet away the guy SCREAMS and then his neck SNAPS and
his body TWITCHES AND JERKS and the machinery JAMS, smoking-
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55 MCCLANE 55
WINCES as blood SPLATTERS - and then REACTS as the 20 foot tall
conduit pipe CREAKS, BENDS-TOPPLES- he RIDES IT DOWN-
CUT TO:
56 INT. LUGGAGE CONVEYOR AREA - NEAR ENTRANCE 56
led bjthe luggage guy, two AIRPORT COPS run in -
57 LLERϿ� 57
panting for breath, rubbing his eyes, he sees their approach,
starts to run. He races down a long aisle past cartons of
freight... starts to smile - there's a door just ahead - he's
gonna make it -he's gonna make it - suddenly a CHING CHING SOUND
makes him turn -it's the CHING CHING OF -
58 A BICYCLE 58
- with John McClane on the back. McClane dives out of the saddle
like the Lone Ranger, takes Miller down. (X)
59 ON THE FLOOR 59
As the bicycle FLIPS OVER, McClane gets to his feet first and
finds a gun in his face -
2ND AIRPORT POLICEMAN (X)
FREEZE!
And in that instant (you guessed it): (Miller_F)SCAPES. (X)
MCCLANE
(SIGHING)
Brilliant, asshole. I'm a cop -that
was the bad guy! '(X)
2ND AIRPORT POLICEMAN (X)
(UNIMPRESSED)
Yeah? Where's your I.D.?
McClane.starts to reach into his jacket - remembers. He looks
around the huge room and its clanking conveyor belts.
MCCLANE
Cleveland?
CUT TO:
60 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - IN FLIGHT 60
Holly's working away on her laptop computer when: (X)
CONTINUED
P-
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60 CONTINUED - 60
0
THORNBERG'S VOICE
- no, you did not explain anything
- all you did was shove me a- -here
in this cattle car -
STEWARDESS' VOICE
- Sir, you were told when you boarded
that we were overbooked -
Holly looks up idlely - and then REACTS as she sees -
61 DICK THORNBERG - HER POV 61
Her nemesis from 20 months ago, here waving, his ticket and
fending off the Stewardess' friendly hands.
THORNBERG
Fine. Done, I accept it. But why
the hell can't I get the First Class
Meal--my-Network paid for instead of
this swill?
STEWARDESS
I'm sorry, sir, I can't do that now
- If you'll just sit down - ?
THORNBERG
Do youknow who I am?
STEWARDESS
Yes. We've all seen your program.
Your episode "Flying junkyards" was
a very objective look at air safety.
2ND STEWARDESS
It wasn't nearly.as edifying as
"Bimbos of the Sky", was it, Connie?
THORNBERG
You think you're funny?
(looking at,her nametag)
'I've got your number
2ND STEWARDESS
(pushing him in seat) (X)
And I've got yours - so park it, pal!
62 NEW ANGLE 62
Thornberg simmers - and then he SEES HOLLY. FOCUS CHANGE.
THORNBERG
Stewardess!
CONTINUED
19
62 CONTINUED - 62
STEWARDESS
Mister Thornberg - you cannot
monopolize my -
THORNBERG
You cannot put me near that woman.
STEWARDESS
Excuse me?
CAMERA ADJUSTS to feature Holly - and the Stewardess' growing
fascination with her.
HOLLY
He.means he has filed a restraining
order against me. I'm not allowed
within fifty feet of him -
THORNBERG
FIFTY YARDS
- (to Stew ardess)
And by seating me here you're
violating a court order - I could
sue you and this airline - this woman
has assaulted me and besmirched my
REPUTATION -
STEWARDESS
(kneeling, sotto)?
What'd you do?
HOLLY
I knocked out two of his teeth.
STEWARDESS
(PAUSE)
Would you like some champagne?
CUT TO:
63 THE GUNMAN'S BODY 63
as it is ZIPPED into a body bag, our view of the mangled head and
shoulders mercifully brief. The body is set on a gurney. We
WIDEN and see Airport police and coroner's people about to make
off with it... and the MEDIA, now drooling over this new story
dropped right into their laps. As FLASHBULBS POP and CAMERAS
ROLL, Sam NOTICES -
64 MCCLANE 64
One of the cops hands McClane his wallet. As he pockets it,
he notes the CROWD milling about the luggage area.
CONTINUED
20
(X)
-,� 64 CONTINUED - 64
MCCLANE
Whoa, wait a second. This is a crime
scene. Aren't you going to seal off
this area?
2ND AIRPORT COP
That's up to the Captain.
MCCLANE
Up to the Captain? Take me up to
the Captain, too.
CUT TO:
65 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH - DAY 65
BAKER guards the rear door with an ASSAULT RIFLE. He REACTS,
tense as a FIGURE appears, running up from the snowy expanse
behind the church. It's 'filer- the man who escaped from
McClane. Baker waves him in.
KAHN and B� are DIGGING in theme y rd with pickaxes and hardly
0o at him. �
66 INSIDE 66
Stuart's poring over MAPS of the airport. He looks up,
nonplussed; wipes away SNOW that falls from Mi� 1 's shoulder to
the table top.
STUART
You're late.
MILLER
We ran into trouble; a policeman.
He killed Cochrane; I barely got
away.
STUART
Did you finish your assignment?
MILLER
Yessir. But -
STUART
Then the damage is minor.
(drawing a PISTOL)
But the penalty could be severe.
In a blur of motion, Stuart is on his feet, the pistol is at
Miller's temple. CLICK.
CONTINUED
21
66 CONTINUED - 66
STUART(CONT'D)
(as Mil a SHUDDERS)
Fail me again and it won't be an empty
chamber. Dismissed.
CUT TO:
67 INT. AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE--DAY 67
McClane comes in, first double taking the name on the door:
CARMINE LORENZO, CAPTAIN OF AIRPORT POLICE.
The man himself - a 20 year veteran of bureaucratic wars that
have earned him this little kingdom - rises behind his desk.
LORENZO
YOU -
(a glance at a FAX)
McClane?
MCCLANE
Lorenzo?
LORENZO
Captain Lorenzo.
MCCLANE
(SHOWING BADGE)
I'm the one who -
LORENZO
Yeah, I know. You think that LA
badge is gonna get you a free lunch (X)
or something down here?
MCCLANE
No. Just a little professional
courtesy.
LORENZO
In an airport Christmas week? You
gotta be kidding.
MCCLANE
Okay. Forget the courtesy. How about
lust the professional? Your boys
dust walked away from a crime scene
- you need to seal it off, get a
forensics team in, dust it, shoot
IT-
LORENZO
And what do we do with all the luggage
for all the airplanes while we play
Charlie Chan?
CONTINUED
22
67 CONTINUED - 67
MCCLANE
You store them somewhere -
LORENZO
Oh. And meanwhile every hour a few
more thousand people come and they
want to put their luggage on
airplanes, so we store them and their
luggage in some other "somewhere"?
Hell, why don't we shut down the whole
fucking airport? Whaddya think they'll
say upstairs when I tell them that?
MCCLANE'
Why don't you try it and find out?
F LORENZO
Because I don't need a forensics
investigation to file away some punk
stealing luggage -
MCCLANE
Luggage? That "punk" pulled a Glock
Seven on me. Know what that is?
A porcelain gun from Germany. It
doesn't show up on airport x-ray
machines... and it costs more than
you earn in a month.
LORENZO
You'd be surprised what I earn in
a month.
MCCLANE
If it's more than a dollar eighty
nine, yeah -
LORENZO
(SHARP)
McClane, don't start believing your
.own press.
(on McClane's look,
waving the FAX) (X)
Yeah, I know who you are, that
Nakatomi thing in LA. Just 'cause
the TV thought you were hot shit don't
make it so. This time you're in my
little pond, and I'm the big fish
that runs it. Now you capped some
lowlife, fine. I'll send your fucking
Captain in L.A. a fucking
commendation.
He hits a BUZZER. Immediately two burly AIRPORT COPS appear in
the doorway.
CONTINUED
23
F� 67 CONTINUED - (2) 67
LORENZO
Now get the hell out of my office
before I have you thrown out of my
airport!
McClane moves towards the door, his hands waving off the would be
bouncers.
MCCLANE
(turning at the door)
One question, Carmine: Which sets
off the metal detectors first: The
shit in your brains, or the lead in
your ass?
68 EXT. AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE - DAY 68
McClane comes out of Lorenzo's office, steaming. He walks down
the corridor - looks back at one of the stocky Airport cops
-fakes a smile - when the guy turns away McClane punches the
wall.
Then a CLATTER announces the PASSAGE of the morgue guys, the BODY
on their gurney. McClane moves aside, watches them, thinking...
getting an idea.
CUT TO:
69 A RENT A CAR DESK 69
the girl here lost in a romance novel-
MCCLANE
Excuse me.
He reaches over, gently takes typing paper and a stamp pad.
GIRL
(TOO LATE)
Hey!
70 PARKING GARAGE 70
McClane catches up to the morgue guys as they reach their wagon.
MCCLANE
Whoa, guys.
(ver quickly showing
HIS BADGE)
Gotta check something.
Before they can react, he's UNZIPPED the bag, yanked out the
guy's right hand.
CONTINUED
24
CONTINUED - 70
MORGUE WORKER
What're you doing?
MCCLANE
(inking the guy's fingers)
Didn't you ever have an airport stiff
I
before? We need an FAA ID on your
DOA.
He presses the fingers against the paper, checks them. (The hand
he's released remains straight up.)
MCCLANE
Yup, he's dead,. all right. Thanks.
And he's gone as they look after him, puzzled.
CUT TO:
I
71 EXT. VAL VERDE MILITARY TRANSPORT - IN FLIGHT - NIGHT 71
cruising along, its FIGHTER ESCORT a few wingtips away. Now, the
fighter WAGS ITS WINGS and PEELS AWAY.
72 INT. MILITARY TRANSPORT - NIGHT 72
CAMERA MOVES from the cockpit back through the rest of the plane.
CO-PILOT
Ay, Alle va nos escorto.
PILOT
Es bueno; el peligro es pasado.
Estamos segur hasta los Estados
Unidos. Cuanto tiempo?
CO-PILOT
(CHECKING WATCH)
Tres horas y media.
By now we are on Esperanza. Looking astonishingly carefree, (X)
he smiles at the young CORPORAL guarding him, puffs on a cigar... (X)
and casually examines the military chronometer on his handcuffed (X)
wrist. We PUSH IN on it. (X)
CUT TO:
73 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH 73
WIDEN from Stuart's Huer, showing the exact same time. Now we
SEE that the church is full of ELECTRONIC EQUIPMENT: In fact,
it looks very much like a mini-version of an airport control
tower, complete with radar screens and a big glass board to mark
positions on.
CONTINUED
25
(X)
CONTINUED - 73
CAMERA follows a MAN with a Pizza sized RADAR DISH as he crosses
the room, a CRONY unrolling WIRE behind him.
CRANE UP as the man CLIMBS into the STEEPLE... UP, UP, UP, until
he's in the BELFRY where a PRERIGGED TRIPOD WAITS for the dish.
As he CLAMPS it in place we SEE the yard behind the church and
the SPARKLE of WELDING TOOLS; someone is making CONNECTIONS
to the now open conduit box and underground CABLES.
CUT TO:
74 INT. TERMINAL - RENT A CAR COUNTER 74
MCCLANE
Excuse me, honey - can I borrow your
office for a minute?
Before she can answer, he's over the counter and reaching for her
phone.
CUT TO:
75 INT. LAPD OFFICE - NIGHT 75
The office he's in shows us that AL POWELL has moved up in the
world - and Twinkies have move up along with him.
POWELL
(swallowing, answering
PHONE)
Records. Sgt. Powell -
76 MCCLANE - AT RENT A CAR COUNTER - INTERCUT 76
MCCLANE
Hey, partner. Get that twinky out
of your mouth and grab a pencil.
POWELL
(LAUGHING)
John, how you doing? How's the
vacaction treating you?
MCCLANE
Vacation? Holly stood me up for a
last minute meeting. I'm alone in
DC with the in-laws.
POWELL
Ah, the in-laws. They love their
policemen son-in-laws, don't they?
CONTINUED
26
(X)
76 CONTINUED - 76
MCCLANE
R' ht. Listen, Al, what's our FAX
n u mber in the station there?
POWELL
550-3212. This is a first.
MCCLANE
Yeah, well my wife's company makes
'em, I figure it's time to get one
of them pregnant.
(aside to girl)
This way?
(AH)
This way.
The FAX starts to leave McClane - voila, it's already arriving at
Powell's office.
POWELL
(as it arrives)
Fingerprints?
MCCLANE
From a stiff down here at Dulles.
I marked the whorls with a pen in
case the transmission's fuzzy. Can
you run that through State and Federal
for me - throw in Interpol if you
got it.
POWELL
(WATCHING IT)
Will do. What's this about?
MCCLANE
I don't know. Just a feeling.
POWELL
Ouch. You get those feelings
insurance companies start to go
bankrupt.
MCCLANE
The FAX number is uh -
GIRL
-on the top edge of the transmission
he just got -
MCCLANE
(AUTHORATIVELY)
-on the top edge of your transmission.
CONTINUED
27
(X)
76 CONTINUED - (2) 76
POWELL
Airport, huh? You're not pissing
in somebody's little pool, are you?
MCCLANE
(GRINNING)
Break out the chlorine.
CUT TO:
77 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE 77
The nice stewardess comes over to Holly, takes her glass.
STEWARDESS
Need another?
HOLLY
I don't think so.
(INDICATING THORNBERG)
I only have to look at his face for
fifteen more minutes.
CAPTAIN'S VOICE
(OVER PA)
Ladies and Gentlemen, I've just been
informed by Dulles traffic control
that a new weather front is moving
in ahead of us. We may be up here
for a little while longer...
GROANS. COMPLAINTS. Holly holds out her glass.
HOLLY
Yes. Another.
CUT TO:
78 INT. RENT ACAR BOOTH 78
McClane paces, smoking. RRING. Both the FAX machine and the
telephone light up. McClane beats her to it.
MCCLANE
Al?
79 POWELL - IN HIS OFFICE - INTERCUT 79
POWELL
Right here, partner. Your stiff's
dossier is coming through right now.
MCCLANE
What can you tell me?
CONTINUED
79 CONTINUED - 79
POWELL
He's dead.
MCCLANE
You needed a computer for that?
POWELL
No, you don't follow me. According
to the Department of Defense, he's
been dead for 2 years.
MCCLANE
What?
POWELL
Yup. S/Sgt. Oswald Cochrane.
American advisor in Honduras, killed
in helicopter accident 5/11/88.
(reading the page)
Read between the lines of his military
record and it looks like a lot of
black bag stuff.
MCCLANE
Yeah, I see it. Thanks a lot, Al.
I owe you.
He hangs up. The girl gives him the eye.
GIRL
Say, I close in an hour... maybe we
could...
MCCLANE
(showing his wedding ring)
Just the FAX,, ma'am. Just the FAX.
80 EXT. RENT A CAR AREA 80
McClane comes out, deep in thought - gets on an walkway.
Suddenly the CLICK of HEELS makes him turn.
Sam Coleman is trotting down the linoleum next to the walkway,
trying to keep up with him.
SAM
The Ghost of Christmas Past.
Nakatomi? LA? You're John McClane,
right?
MCCLANE
Depends who you are.
CONTINUED
29
(X)
80 CONTINUED - 80
SAM
Sam Coleman, WADC news -
(as McClane REACTS)
Hey, I know how you feel about the
media, but we're not all like that
putz Thornberg - he crossed the line.
That's why they canned him out in
LA.
MCCLANE
Yeah. Now he's on the Network
interviewing Transsexual Gum Surgeons
and laughing all the way to the bank.
SAM
Okay. The guy makes Geraldo look
like Walter Chronkite. Doesn't mean
you can't cut me some slack. I saw
the stiff. Word is that was your
handiwork.
MCCLANE
Nah. I do needlepoint.
And he's at the end of the walkway and he quickly disappears
into the crowd, leaving Sam pissed, puzzled... and out of
breath.
81 INT. "THE CAB" - NIGHT 81
Lorenzo has joined the regulars here to cover his ass
LORENZO
-well, the press was here, crawling
all over the Esperanza story... so
they got it right on the fucking news,
bloodstains and all...
TRUDEAU
Couldn't be helped, I guess. What
was it, gangs?
MCCLANE'S VOICE
Yeah... if your gangs get their
training at Fort Bragg.
82 NEW ANGLE 82
Surprised, they turn to see McClane step out of the elevator.
TRUDEAU
Who the hell is this?
CONTINUED
30
(X)
82 CONTINUED - 82
MCCLANE
(pushing past Lorenzo)
I'm a police officer, Mr. Trudeau-
LORENZO
L.A., Mr. Lorenzo-don't mean shit-
TRUDEAU
That's what I said about my last
cholesterol test. What's your problem-
(READING BADGE)
Lieutenant McClane?
MCCLANE
I think something serious is going
to happen here tonight -
TRUDEAU
Hey. Something serious happens every
night, only it doesn't make the
newspapers. Ever see those guys
on TV, juggling knives and cha n
i saws? That's what we're doing with
those planes up there, only we do
it one handed 'cause the other hand's
playing 3 card monte with the planes
on the ground.
MCCLANE
Anybody try and fix the deck tonight?
(on his look)
Anything weird going on besides the
shooting?
BARNES
We did. lose FAA approach control-
MCCLANE
What's that?
TRUDEAU
One way we manage the planes. But
we've got backup -
Long look from McClane.
CUT TO:
83 EXT. VIRGINIA CHURCH - BACK YARD 83
Burke turns off his acetyline torch, flips up his face shield.
BURKE
We're hot!
31
(X)
84 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH 84
STUART
(TO GARBER)
Light it up.
Signal is given. Switches are thrown. CAMERA PANS OVER-and
UP to the CHOIR LOFT, which is electronic heaven. EVERYTHING
COMES ON LINE.
STUART
5 minutes to zero hour. Stand by.
85 INT. CAB - NIGHT 85
MCCLANE
Okay. You clot back-up - back-up
for everything you think can go wrong.
What about something nobody
anticipated? Not accidents, not
WEATHER -
F
TRUDEAU
(a bit dryly)
The human element..?
MCCLANE
Damned straight the human element.
You've got the world's biggest drug
dealer on the way, one body and a'-
lot of questionsl Doesn't anyone
want to look for answers?
TRUDEAU
(after a moment)
Lorenzo. Have all your shift
Commanders report in... now.
LORENZO
What? You're buying into this -
TRUDEAU
I want them to report anything out
of the ordinary --no matter how
trivial. You got that?
LORENZO
(annoyed, but obeying)
I got it.
BARNES
Oh, my God...
Everyone turns at the chill in Barne's voice.
TRUDEAU
What is it?
CONTINUED
32
85 CONTINUED - 85
But Barnes doesn't reply... just tries - and fails - to point out
the window. Everyone turns. (X)
86 REVERSE ANGLE - OVER THEIR SHOULDERS 86
Slowly, without any fuss, and with a pattern of sorts that would
be pretty if the impact wasn't so frightening... slowly, ALL THE
RUNWAY LIGHTS ARE GOING OUT.
MCCLANE
Jesus...
87 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH - SAME TIME 87
As Stuart's TECH throws more and more SWITCHES -
88 THE CAB 88
- and more and more runways go DARK.
TRUDEAU
Go to emegency lighting... now! (X)
BARNES
Emergencies! Controllers, Code (X)
Yellow!
People leap into action... meanwhile, Trudeau and the others MOVE
around the tower, the CAMERA FOLLOWING in a 180 TURN, watch as
the LIGHTS KEEP GOING OUT.
TECHNICIAN
Back up systems won't come up-!
TRUDEAU
Shunt to another terminal!
TECHNICIAN
This ain't software, boss -
LORENZO
Maybe we should call the power
company...?
TRUDEAU
We're on the same Goddamn grid and
we're hot!
Already the SPEAKER BOXES are beginning to CHATTER -
PILOT'S VOICE 2ND PILOT'S VOICE
(panicked) Dulles Tower, this is TWA
Dulles, what's going on? 23 -what the hell happened
I'm in approach - - to you -?
CONTINUED
33
(X)
88 CONTINUED - 88
CONTROLLER 2ND CONTROLLER
604, pull up. Return to You're not in approach, 23.
holding altitude. Stand by for instructions...
BARNES
(COMING OVER)
Checked all systems. It ain't
happening.
And now, God help us, all REACT to ANOTHER ALARM.
89 IN THE VIRGINIA CHURCH 89
A CABLE yanked from the ground gets CUT, SPARKING -
90 THE CAB 90
WHIP PAN to an ENGINEER -
ENGINEER
(PANICKED)
Approach control backup! It's gone!
91 IN THE CHURCH'S BACKYARD - SAME TIME 91
GLOWING FIBER OPTIC CABLE stretched like a sacrifice on a BLOCK
-AXE BLADE swoops down - SPARKS. The LIGHT DIES -
92 IN THE CAB - SAME TIME 92
2ND ENGINEER
Jesus! Instrument landing system
i s c l own!
BARNES
Confirmed! ILS is dead - every
Goddamn system is dead!
TRUDEAU
(quick, commanding)
Jacoby, Strauss. Get your controllers
on the horn - every plane approaching
our Vortacs that's not in our pattern
yet gets turned away'now. Everyone
already inside our patrn holds at
the outer marker. Stack 'em, pack
'em, and rack 'em. Move.
(to another man)
I want every off duty controller and
technician here in five minutes.
Page the terminal - no, better, beep
them.
(TURNING)
McClane. This what you were
expecting?
CONTINUED
34
(X)
92 CONTINUED - 92
MCCLANE
This? This ain't it, pal. This is
just the beginning.
A PHONE RINGS. CAMERA ADJUSTS. It's a prominent RED PHONE.
BARNES
(HOPEFUL)
FAA hotline -!
I
LORENZO
How could they know already -?
MCCLANE
Maybe they don't.
(TO TRUDEAU)
Maybe... it's them.
TRUDEAU
(a look at McClane, then;)
Put it on speaker.
STUART'S VOICE
Attention, Dulles Tower. Attention,
Dulles Tower -
93 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH NIGHT 93
Stuart is using a phone that's PATCHED IN to the cables ripped
from the earth -
STUART
(DRYLY)
I think by now I've got your
attention. I know your recorders
go 24 hours around the clock, so I'll
be quick -you can play me back later
all you want.
94 INT. CAB - INTERCUT 94
TRUDEAU
How. did you get on this line? Who
is this?
STUART
Who I am is unimportant. What I
want... well, if you don't want those
planes overhead to start dropping
like flies when they run out of
fuel... what I want is very
important.
All REACT - McClane as much as anyone.
CONTINUED
35
(X)
94 CONTINUED - 94
STUART(CONT'D)
A plane is going to be landing at
this Airport in 58 minutes. It is
FM 1 - Foreign Military 1.
MCCLANE
Esperanza?
Trudeau nods -
STUART
This plane is scheduled to be met
by a continigent from the U.S.
Justice-department. But now there
will be a change of plans. This plane
will not be met by anyone. It will
land on a runway of my designation
where it will not be molested. That
will conclude my interest in that
plane and your responsibility for
it. At the same time, I want a 747
cargo conversion fully fueled.
95 FAVORING MCCLANE 95
As Trudeau tries to make headway with Stuart, McClave leans over
to Barnes.
MCCLANE
What's all that about?
BARNES
A 747 has the furthest flight
capacity of anything we've got here.
Take out the seats and save some
weight, add the wing tanks and it
could go to Australia, Africa, Asia
- hell the whole Goddamn world.'
MCCLANE
Meaning they pull Esperanza off his
plane and take him anywhere there's
no extradition treaties.
LORENZO
They're talking to us on our own
Goddamn system! They gotta be close
- I'll have my men tear this airport
APART -
MCCLANE
About time, Carmine. Guess you have
to light a fire under your ass to
light a fire under your ass.
CONTINUED
36
(X)
95 CONTINUED - 95
CD
LORENZO
McClane, I got a first class unit
here, SWAT team and all, and we don't
need any Monday morning quarterbacks.
MCCLANE
(pissed, moving in)
Monday morning? My wife's on one
of those planes these aasstards are
fucking with! That makes me a player
on the fucking field, you putz! And
if you got off your fat ass when I
told you to, maybe we wouldn't be
knee deep in shit right now!
LORENZO
(turning, shouting)
Security!
(back to McClane)
You're out of here!
And already two big Airport cops are trotting over. As Trudeau
REACTS, unsure -
LORENZO
Mr. Trudeau. Do I have to remind you
about FAA regulations regarding
unauthorized personnel in the control
tower?
TRUDEAU
(TO GUARDS)
See Mr. McClane out.
96 AT THE ELEVATOR 96
It opens. Someone's inside., but we don't feature them yet.
MCCLANE
(as he's muscled in)
Trudeau, can't you see you're dealing
with pros? You can't fuck with these
GUYS -
Sam comes out of the elevator, holding up her ID.
SAM
(TO TRUDEAU)
Sam Coleman, WNTW news. Mr. Trudeau,
there's a lot of rumors flying around
THE -
LORENZO
Oh, no, no way -
CONTINUED
37
(X)
-96 CONTINUED - 96
TRUDEAU
This is off limits, Coleman, you know
that!
Together with McClane she's shoved into the elevator.
MCCLANE
Anything you can think-of, they'll
think of, too!
But the elevator DOORS CLOSE on him and now Lorenzo turns a KEY
on the control panel, then SPEAKS into his walkie talkie.
LORENZO
Lobby Security, come in.
96A AIRPORT - LOBBY - INTERCUT 96A
LOBBY COP
(into RADIO),
Tomlinson here -
LORENZO
And Lorenzo here, with two
unauthorized personnel in the fucking
tower! Get your thumb out of your
ass and get over to the elevator.
Get them out and post a guard or
you're gonna have a pink slip in your
Christmas stocking!
Rattled, the guard signals a comrade, hustles to obey.
97 IN THE ELEVATOR 97
SAM
Anything who can think of? Can't
fuck with.what guys?
McClane punches buttons. But it's on override.
MCCLANE
Shit!
SAM
Big drug dealer on the way to prison.
Gunfight in airport. Every controller
in the coffee shop getting beeped
and hauling ass, and you rocking the
boat. A connection? Come on, McClane
-Just a few words -?
CONTINUED
38
97 CONTINUED - 97
MCCLANE
(opening the control
PANEL)
How about "fuck" and "you"?
SAM
I already got that from Colonel
Stuart, thanks -!
McClane STOPS as if zapped by a Taser.
MCCLANE
(REALIZING)
Stuart! The guy who got canned by
Congress - that's who he was-
SAM
Huh? Who he who?
But McClane has already jumped up and grabbed the light fixture,
and now in a gymnast's move KICKS out the ceiling hatch and
disappears through the roof! (X)
98 NEW ANGLE 98
The door opens. The GUARDS there REACT to the open ceiling. (X)
Sam shrugs.
SAM
Claustrophobic, I guess.
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99 INT. CAB - NIGHT 99
TILT UP from a big map of the airport. Lots of AD-LIB
BRAINSTORMING, some of it breaking through - some how one reedy
hesitant voice cuts through with nothing but confidence
BARNES
--guys, guys, all we have to do is
find a way to transmit - (X)
1ST ENGINEER
(SARCASTIC)
Yeah, right. Somebody run down to
Radio Shack and get a transmitter-
BARNES
We have one.
(POINTING OUTSIDE)
The new terminal wing they're
building? Twenty airlines when it's
done?
(MORE)
CONTINUED
39
(X)
CONTINUED - 99
BARNES (CONT'D)
All with their reservation computers,
all tied into a nice big antenna
array so they can talk to their home
offices- it's just sitting there
waiting to go on line -
I 2ND ENGINEER
That's VHF - it'll scatter -
BARNES
I
Doesn't matter; The planes we want
to reach are right overhead. I could
rig our frequency in - 30 minutes...
wire in a crossover and we're hot.
The planes wouldn't even know the
difference.
TRUDEAU
Get what you need. Borrow, steal,
kill.
LORENZO
(heading for the elevator)
I want my Swat team to go with him
as cover.
(firm, tough)
Whatever we can think of - they can
think of, too.
He says it like he thought of it himself. Then -
STUART'S VOICE
Attention, Tower. You have two more
minutes to stack the planes in your
inbound pattern over your outside
radio marker. After that you will
be able.to receive only. Any attempt
to restore your systems will be met
by severe penalties.
At the elevator, Lorenzo pauses - stage WHISPERS -
LORENZO
He's bluffing -
Lorenzo leaves. Trudeau ain't so sure.
TRUDEAU
(TO STUART)
Damn it, you can't do this -!
STUART
I am doing this.
CONTINUED
99 CONTINUED - (2) 99
TRUDEAU
(pause; to Barnes)
Put me on all bands...
Trudeau waits as switches are thrown, and then takes the jack
from the ear/phone he wears and jacks it into a panel.
TRUDEAU
This is Dulles approach to all
aircraft holding.at Potomic Vortac.
We are experiencing...
(PAUSE)
Severe technical problems here.
100 INT. VARIOUS CIRCLING AIRCRAFT - COCKPITS - INTERCUT 100
As CONCERNED CREWS in each listen to:
TRUDEAU(CONT'D)
Our NAV and Approach systems are
down and we expect to lose voice in
another minute. We want you to
continue holding at the outer marker
as directed and wait for further
instructions. As - as soon as we're
back on line we'll expedite your
landings on a.fuel emergency basis.
Good luck...
(PAUSE)
God bless.
He turns to a tech, face ashen.
TRUDEAU
Okay. Change the boards.
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101 INT. DULLES - MAIN TERMINAL - NIGHT 101
ANGLE ON a bank of ARRIVAL MONITORS. Already a quarter of the
planes are DELAYED by weather; but now, in a domino like
PATTERN, all the remaining FLIGHT DATA changes to DELAYED.
CAMERA ADJUSTS to show PEOPLE REACTING with frustration and
concern.
CUT TO:
102 INT. DULLES BASEMENT 102
Pretty dark and creepy for a place only 25 years old. A
FLASHLIGHT BEAM PANS THE LENS. We SEE the two lobby guards as
they search the basement. They move AWAY from the CAMERA.
Pause.
CONTINUED
41
(X)
102 CONTINUED - 102
McClane APPEARS in the gloom close to CAMERA, clothes now a
little greasy and dirty from his little escape.
MCCLANE
(sotto, to himself)
I don't believe this... another
fucking elevator... another fucking
basement... why does this always
happen to me?
He moves through the cavernous maze, and then REACTS to MUSIC.
Moves towards it. And arrives in -
103 AN ... APARTMENT 103
Or something like it: Here, in an area reached only my somebody
with a groundhog in his ancestry, is a space with some battered
chairs, a 3-legged card table, a cot made up with faded but neat
covers, some 50's vintage.(but lovingly scotch taped) PIN UPS,
and a tiny kitchen precariously propped up on a big purple
plumbling valve on the wall.
104 ON A PHONOGRAPH 104
The SOURCE of.the music, a 78 SPINNING on the old machine.
McClane's HAND picks it up and we WIDEN as he looks at it
curiously.
A HAND reaches for McClane's shoulder.
105 NEW ANGLE 105
McClane's instincts take over; in a flash, he WHIRLS and his
would be attacker is pinned against a wall. It's a wizened MAN
in his 60's who now raises his hands to show he ain't looking
for trouble.
MCCLANE
Who the fuck are you?
In response, the man points to the NAMETAG on his coveralls.
MAN (MARVIN)
Marvin, I'm Marvin. Thought you was
tryin' to steal my records, that's
all.
He moves to them, possessively.
MARVIN(CONT'D)
They're valuble, you know. Me, I
like those old 78's. Won't find me
switching like everybody else to these
new fangled 45's.
CONTINUED
42
(X)
105 CONTINUED - 105
McClane reacts to that, peers at him.
MCCLANE
You're what, the janitor?
MARVIN
Damn straight. Janitor, and proud
of it. Don't need any of this new
fangled custodial engineer crap.
Just do my job and screw the fancy
talk. You know, you're not supposed
to be down here.
MCCLANE
(LOOKING AROUND)
Yeah. Just like you're not supposed
to be living here.
MARVIN
W-who said I was living here?
McClane shows his badge.
MCCLANE
Come on, Marvin. I wasn't born
yesterday. Carmine Lorenzo know you
don't go home after you punch out?
MARVIN
L-Lorenzo? C-come on, officer, I
can barely get by, even with my
pension. You know, I'm a vet, WW
2? If it wasn't for guys like me,
you kids' be eatin' sushi today.
I'm just trying to. save a few. bucks
-I could. get fired if you tell.
McClane moves over to a big panel with telephone lines and jacks.
Examines it as he speaks.
MCCLANE
I'm a veteran myself, Marvin. And
a married one. You married?
MARVIN
Six times.
MCCLANE
My wife may be in some trouble
upstairs. I gotta find out. This
set up of yours? I won't tell a
soul... provided you patch me into
this panel, 'let me eavesdrop on the
tower. What do you say?
CONTINUED.
43
(X)
105 CONTINUED - (2) 105
MARVIN
You a cop or a lawyer?
CUT TO:
106 INT. AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE - NIGHT 106
There hasn't been this much activity here since Gorbachov dropped
in. FIVE SWAT OFFICERS check gear, leave the office at
Lorenzo's signal -
LORENZO
(INTO PHONE)
I'm sending the SWAT team over for
Barnes now - we don't need the Goddamn
Christmas tourists seeing guns and
flipping out so they'll take him the
long way around...
107 IN BASEMENT - TIGHT ON ALLIGATOR CLIPS 107
We WIDEN as Marvin connects them to one set of bolts, then
another. 'McClave shakes his head. No... no...yes!
LORENZO'S VOICE
Through the annex skywalk to the new
terminal... that way nobody sees them,
we don't have any panic.
TRUDEAU'S VOICE
And we don't want any disasters.
Barnes has five minutes to check out
that antenna array.
MCCLANE
(aside to Marvin)
Christ. They're gonna try something
cute... where's this annex skywalk?
MARVIN
Annex skywalk...? Sounds like the
pissant World's Fair...
He rummages around, finds a big wrinkled MAP, smoothes it out.
MARVIN(CONT'D)
Lemme see... yeah, must be this...
connects to the new terminal -
Marvin points to an ELEVATED WALKWAY connecting the two
complexes.
CONTINUED
44
(X)
107 CONTINUED - 107
MCCLANE
(looking at map)
Shit, it's a fucking bottleneck.
Anybody smart enough to shut down
the airport is smart enough to figure
this... it's a perfect place for an
ambush...
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108 INT. TERMINAL ENGINEERING OFFICE - NIGHT 108
Barnes, nervous, throws things into a metal case.
His fellow engineers watch, curious, as he EXITS with the FIVE
SWAT COPS. CAMERA FOLLOWS the four men past -
A) BANKS OF COMPUTERS -
B) COMPUTERIZED WEATHER MAPS -
C) AN L.E.D. DULLES MAP -
all of it useless, all of the operators watching their only hope
Barnes.
CUT TO:
109 BASEMENT 109
A MOUND of CRINKLED PAPERS is FLATTENED against the card table.
We WIDEN, see it is an architect's PLANS of the entire Dulles
netherworld, cribbed by Marvin and now festooned with his various
multi-color jotes and notes.
MARVIN
Now, see? Here's you. And here's
the skywalk.
(POINTING)
Now, check this out...
MCCLANE
Tunnels.
MARVIN
(NODDING)
Like the Japs had all over Iwo Jima.
That's where I got wounded. But we
put those little twerps in their place
once and for all.
(pointing to the map)
These are air ducts for all the
terminals. Heating, cooling. Whole
shebang.
(MORE)
CONTINUED
45
(X)
109 CONTINUED - 109
MARVIN (Cont'd)-
So I put you in the boiler room
where they start, and you come out
there.
MCCLANE
Looks like... maybe a mile. Easy
jog.
MARVIN
(AMUSED)
Uh-uh. It's a pisser of a crawl.
And that's the easy part; firs
you gotta be an acrobat.
110 INT. BASEMENT -- DUCT ACCESS 110
With a cordless drill, Marvin unhinges the access door. Last
bolt, it falls with a sheet-metal SLAM.
McClane WINCES as a BLAST of AIR hits him - and, as. perspiration
breaks out on his forehead, we realize it's hot air.
MCCLANE
Whoa.
MARVIN
Winter up there... Summer down here.
He aims Marvin's flashlight down there, isn't enchanted with what
he sees. He turns, takes Marvin's map.
MCCLANE(CONT'D)
I owe you one, Marvin. How about
a sixpack of malt liquor?
MARVIN
How 'bout a case of Johnny Walker?
(on McClane's look)
Hey, I may be homeless, but I ain't
tasteless.
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111 INT. LONG TERMINAL GALLERY - NIGHT 111
A big "history of flight" MURAL high on the wall here HALF
FINISHED, ceilings PARTIALLY OPEN; A WORKER on the scaffold
and THREE OTHERS on the floor still hammering and. fiddling.
Barnes and the cops come in. Barnes looks OUT the WINDOWS here
AT -
46
(X
112 SATELLITE ARRAY - THROUGH GLASS - FAR END OF GALLERY 112
still covered with FACTORY PLASTIC and TAPE.
113 BACK TO SCENE 113
BARNES
(into his cellular phone)
We're in the annex skywalk. I can
see the dish! I'll call you as soon
as it's hot for a protocol test.
CUT TO:
114 MCCLANE - IN BOILER ROOM - NIGHT 114
McClane moves forward - stops immediately. Looks up at Marvin,
who GRINS.
114A MCCLANE'SPOV DOWNWARD 114A
He's HIGH ABOVE the huge boiler room. The only way across is on
a narrow beam.
114B BACK TO SCENE 114B
McClane takes a breath, starts across the beam. There's a scary
moment at first but he gets quickly confident - a bit too
; 7-7 confident midway - he starts to lose his balance and all-but runs
to the far end, JUMPS to safety.
As he pulls himself up he HEARS Marvin CLAPPING behind him.
With a scowl, McClane checks his map, pushes on.
CUT TO:
115 INT. ANNEX CORRIDOR - NIGHT 115
Barnes and the SWAT cops run forward, get on the SLIDEWALK;
impatient, they run even while on it.
116 A WORKER - AT FAR END OF SLIDEWALK 116
reaches into the open slidewalk CONTROL PANEL-hits a SWITCH.
117 THE SLIDEWALK 117
JERKS to a halt -the( six men n it almost TUMBLING. Oblivious,
the worker turns his-bwCk on them again.
AIRPORT COP
Hey! Put that back on!
No reaction. The cop runs forward.
CONTINUED
47
(X)
117 CONTINUED - 117
FL
SWAT COP(cont'd)
HEY! ASSHOLE! What do I look like
to you?
The man TURNS. It's REI , one of the ones who killed the
real painters. He ha a GUN.
% O R�7lLLY
A sitting dunk-. --�
He SHOOTS him.
118 WIDER 118
The other three "workers" turn, and now we SEE that they are
,H S ELDQN, HS OCKLEY and MULKEY - Stuart's soldiers all.
119 BARNES AND OTHER COPS 119
As bullets RAKE the slidewalk and PING off its walls, they JUMP
over the railing & take cover-another COP KILLED on the move.
120 BARNES 120
is CUT badly on the arm by flying GLASS - he CRINGES behind a
dumpster while the three remaining cops EXCHANGE FIRE with the
four soldiers. BULLETS hit near his metal case. He takes a
77 deep breath - rescues it!
CUT TO:
121 MCCLANE 121
in the TUNNELS, he tosses off his sweater into the darkness.
Underneath, his shirt is already sweat-stained.
And then he HEARS the gunfire - it's close! He gets his bearings
-LUNGES through a wall of STEAM -
CUT TO:
122 THE ANNEX GALLERY 122
a third airport.cop DIES. His partner KILLS the gunman
(SJ1oi k1E.y) who took out his friend, and then he's KILLED
himself. The last SWAT cop breaks cover and gets CUT DOWN.
Sudden SILENCE.
Barnes suddenl alizes he's all alone. FOOTSTEPS approach him.
He looks up. ulke is ri ht above him -
123 WIDE 123
Suddenly a VENTILATION GRATE by Mulke ' head KICKS OUT, sending
the guy sprawling. McClane JUMP own, FIRING!
CONTINUED
48
123 CONTINUED - 123
Mu ey has caught the damn thing on reflex, and now he TWITCHES
bacTcwards, the bullets SPARKING off the grate before they drill
through him.
McClane ROLLS, FIRES a 'Reilly across the gallery, who takes (X)
COVER. Then BULLETS hit all around McClane; he SEES
124 S ELDON-- ABOVE HIM ON SCAFFOLD 124
FIRING DOWN -
125 BACK TO SCENE 125
McClane FIRES UPWARDS, and then VEERING, he RUNS UNDER the
SCAFFOLDING - BULLETS PING off the metal behind him as a'Ae l
tries to nail him from ground level - meanwhile (X)
126 UP ABOVE 126
Shelf tries to SHOOT DOWN and UNDER. (X)
127 MCCLANE 127
deliberately SMASHES into the cross bars he passes, one after
another, the SMACK of his body into them sounding like
linebackers in combat -
128 SHELDON 128
AIMS - but then the half of the SCAFFOLDING beneath him GIVES
WAY. He FALLS, SCREAMING - LANDS with a CRUNCH beside Barnes-
129 MCCLANE 129
has a moment of satisfaction - then
MCCLANE
Oh, fuck
130 WIDER - SLO MO 130
He RUNS and DIVES SIDEWAYS as the rest of the scaffolding falls
towards him, paint and glue and ha f the mural's tile grid coming
down witWi t !
131 MCCLANE 131
lands, HARD, the plywood boards from the top of the scaffold
SWEEPING him off his feet - his gun SKITTERS across the linoleum
towards the far end of the slidewalk - he rolls over and SEES
49
(X)
SIX FEET AWAY 132
he, too, has ducked the falling scaffold, but he's already on his
feet, already bending to grab his dropped MAC 10 rom the
slidewalk - bringing it up - AIMING -
133 BACK TO SCENE 133
McClane SPINS on the floor and SLAMS the nearest piece of the
metal scaffold into the OPEN SLIDEWALK ELECTRONICS.
It SHORTS OUT SPECTACULARLY and THEN -
133A FAR END OF SLIDEWALK 133A
it WHIRRS into HIGH GEAR, TREAD SHREDDING -
I
134 BACK TO SCENE 134
the slidewalk in OVERDRIVE, O'Reilly is FLUNG right over
McClane's HEAD.
135 NEW ANGLE 135
He SLAMS into the wall at the end of the walkway HEADFIRST.
There's a sickening CRACK as his neck goes and then he TWITCHES
and slides to the floor, a SMEAR of blood on the slick wall.
77
136 BACK TO SCENE 136
McClane takes a long overdue breath. Then he picks up his
4 pistol, checks the'bodies to make sure there's no surprises,
and, goes over to Barnes.
MCCLANE
You okay?.
BARNES
(SHAKILY)
The antenna array -
'Both look ,at it - and then
137 WIDE 137
The antenna array outside BLOWS UP, pieces SHATTERING the glass
window. McClane and Barnes DUCK, but they're too far away to be
damanged.
MCCLANE
(SLOWLY STANDING)
Bait. Something to jerk you off,
make Lorenzo sacrifice his best men,
and make you waste time.
(MORE)
CONTINUED
50
137 CONTINUED - 137
MCCLANE (CONT'D)
Time you don't have...
(LOOKING SKYWARD)
Time they don't have. (X)
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138 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - IN FLIGHT 138
Thornberg, on an inside aisle seat, glances out the window. Sees
something. Releases his seat belt. And goes over to the glass,
pressing' .his nose against it like a kid in a candy store.
139 HIS POV 139
LIGHTS in the sky: Other airplanes.
140 WIDER 140
Holly looks at him. She can't help not looking at him; he's
practically in her lap.
HOLLY
(DRYLY)
I think you're closer than fifty
yards.
THORNBERG
So is that plane... practically.
Despite herself, she looks out.
HOLLY
Yeah. There's quite a few out there;
we're in a regular traffic jam.
THORNBERG
There's nothing regular about it.
(TURNING)
I see you're intrigued. That's my
gift, Mrs. McClane. I make people
curious.
HOLLY
Don't you mean nauseous?
THORNBERG
The people have a right to know, Mrs.
McClane. You got in the way of that.
HOLLY
You endangered my children... my
husband.. and me.
(MORE)
CONTINUED
51
140 CONTINUED - 140
HOLLY (CONT'D)
And you didn't do it for anything
as noble as "the people". The only
time you see the people is when you're
climbing over their backs.
CUT TO:
141 INT. ANNEX - NIGHT 141
McClane is doing a damn decent FIELD DRESSING on Barnes.
BARNES
(into his cellular phone)
--me? I'll live. But Lorenzo's (X)
SWAT team is dead... and the antenna
array is toast. Start looking for (X)
a new miracle.
AN EERIE ALIEN TYPE VOICE makes them both jump; McClane raises
his GUN.
142 NEW ANGLE 142
It's coming from a TRANSCEIVER beside one of the dead men.
Curious, Barnes slides over, picks it up. LISTENS with McClane
to the GARBLED, spine-chilling NOISE.
143 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH 143
GARBER
I say again, Annex team... report
in. Annex team, report in.
He looks at Stuart, concerned.
1
144 INT. ANNEX 144
Here, Garber no longer sounds human.
MCCLANE
What...?
BARNES
Some kind of scrambler so even if
we scan their frequency we can't
listen in. Descramble mode must
activate on this code panel.
(ALMOST ADMIRINGLY)
These guys are pros.
MCCLANE
So are you. Break the code -
CONTINUED
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(X)
144 CONTINUED - 144
BARNES
Eight numbers - that's 8 X 7 X 6 times
-UN -
(THINKING)
40,320 possible combinations.
(WEAKLY)
Next time you kill one of these guys
- get them to enter the code first.
145 IN THE VIRGINIA CHURCH - NIGHT 145
Kahn descends from the choir loft and joins Stuart and Grant.
KAHN
(TO STUART)
Sir, we just monitored a call from
their chief engineer. Our people
took out their Swat team...
completely.
GARBER
You were right... they went for the
antenna array. We're right on
schedule.
STUART
Except losing our own team wasn't
part of the plan.
He comes to a decision. Picks up the phone. Speaks. Voice
flat, firm, stern. Around and above him, his men hover over the
improvised screens and terminals.
STUART
Attention, Dulles. You were warned
not to try and restore your systems.
146 INT. CAB 146
They listen, fearful -
STUART'S VOICE
You've wasted lives and time on a
futile and obvious target. Now you
have to pay the penalty.
147 MCCLANE - IN ANNEX - SAME TIME 147
They HEAR this too, over Barne's cellular tie in to the tower.
McClane grabs it.
MCCLANE
There's five dead officers here,
Colonel Stuart - Isn't that penalty
enough?
53
(X)
148 INT. CAB - NIGHT 148
This interchange is BROADCAST here - Lorenzo SHOUTS into the
PHONE-
LORENZO
McClane! Keep out of this! You-
He stops, seeing the chilling look Trudeau is giving him.
149 STUART 149
has reacted to both the mention of his name and of McClane's.
His brow furrows. Ah, yes.
STUART
McClave? John McClane? The...
policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi
hostages? I read about you in People
magazine. You seemed out of your
league on Nightline, though...
MCCLANE
Yeah, Colonel. We were both famous
for five minutes. Saw you get shit
canned by Congress on TV. How much
drug money is Esperanza paying you
to turn traitor?
STUART
I think Cardinal Richlieu said it
best: Treason is merely a matter
of dates. And this country has to
learn it can't keep cutting the legs
off men. like General Esperanza -men
with the guts to stand up to Soviet
agression.
MCCLANE
And lesson one starts with killing
policemen? What's lesson two - the
Neutron bomb?
STUART
I think we can find something in
between.
(aside, off mike)
Give me a flight number - one low
on fuel.
Another man hands him a slip of paper. He reads it, switches to
another mike (or frequency).
STUART
Windsor flight one-four-teen, this
is Dulles Approach... do you copy?
CUT TO:
54
(X)
150 IN THE REAL TOWER - THE CAB - NIGHT 150
Everyone here REACTS to Stuart's voice - and the chilling lie
he's just told in an affable, good of boy tone that's totally
different than anything we've heard.
BRITISH PILOT
Approach, this is one-fourteen.
Where the devil have you been?
STUART'S VOICE
We been right here, old man. But
our systems didn't come back on line
until just this second.
151 MCCLANEAND BARNES - IN ANNEX 151
both ashen faced -
MCCLANE STUART'S VOICE
Christ, helsbringing them You're cleared for approach
down! Why are they on Runway 29. Report to the
listening? Tower at the Outer Marker.
BRITISH PILOT
BARNES Roger, Approach, and about
(heartsick) time: I've got 230 people
It's our frequency. Why up here flying on petrol
shouldn't they? fumes.
TRUDEAU STUART'S VOICE
The son-of-a-bitch... the (replying to pilot)
Goddamn son-of-a-bitch- I'll bet. Okay, calibrate
your altimeter at setting
MCCLANE'S VOICE two-nine-nine-two. Turning
What? you over to Tower...now.
TRUDEAU
That's the runway between here and
the new terminal... he wants to make
all of.us watch it.
153 MCCLANE 153
CAMERA PUSHES IN on him as he turns and looks out the window.
BARNES
Don't do it... you bastards, don't
do it..!
Desperate, McClane runs to the spilled paint, grabs turpentine,
rags, pieces of scaffolding.
BARNES
What are you doing?
CONTINUED
55
153 CONTINUED - 153
MCCLANE
(RIPPING FABRIC)
Whatever the fuck I can, Barnes...
whatever the fuck I can.
154 IN THE BRITISH COCKPIT 154
PILOT
(into cabin mike)
Ladies and Gentlemen, as you've
probably noticed, we've started our
descent.
155 INT. CABIN 155
PILOT'S VOICE
We're sorry about the inconvenience,
but we'll all be on the ground in
a few minutes.
The spent and exhausted people REACT. Some break into APPLAUSE
and CHEERS of "HIP HIP." But one NICE ENGLISH GRANNY -clearly
not an experienced air traveler - still looks TENSE. A
STEWARDESS pauses to pat her shoulder reassuringly.
STEWARDESS
Just like British rail, luv. May
be.late but we get you there.
156 MCCLANE-FROM OUTSIDE ANNEX 156
Barnes holds one end of.a painter's dropcloth; McClane - now
wearing Barne's coat - DROPS out the broken window to the snow
below.
There he's a tiny SHADOW on the white field. He turns, RUNS
across the. unlit airport... wind whipped SNOW quickly hiding
him from Barnes.
157 THE VIRGINIA CHURCH - NIGHT 157
STUART
(off mike to Thompson) (X)
Activate ILS landing system. But (X)
Recalibrate sea level. Minus 200
feet.
31$p,son - the main TECH here - OBEYS, with an unhealthy GRIN.
He punches DIALS - a SCREEN LIGHTS UP - Stuart plays with his (X)
mike button to create static as he "switches" the incoming plane (X)
from the approach operator to the tower operator - both, of (X)
course, played by him... (X)
56
(X)
158 BRITISH COCKPIT 158
The crew REACTS as their ILS lights up. High fives all around.
159 IN THE TOWER 159
The SOUND of ENGINES.
TRUDEAU
Oh, God...no...
A TECHNICIAN
Can't we cut in, jam them -
TRUDEAU
Everything's dead.
LORENZO
(POINTING)
There's somebody out there -
LIGHT SIZZLES in the distance, dances. Trudeau fumbles up a pair
of binoculars. Looks -
TRUDEAU
Christ. It's McClane. He'll get
himself killed -
160 MCCLANE - ON THE FIELD 160
He's made two TORCHES from wads of fabric wound on the scaffold
pieces - now he uses his LIGHTER to ignite them. He WAVES the
impromtu FLARES in a crazy pattern - We HEAR the approaching
PLANE-
160A IN THE ANNEX SKYWALK 160A
BARNES
(at the window, watching)
Come on, see the torch, see the
TORCH
161 IN THE TOWER 161
Everyone watches the dancing lights and listens to -
PILOT'S VOICE
Dulles, this is Windsor one fourteen.
Inside the outer marker.
STUART'S VOICE
(doing a different voice
THAN BEFORE)
Roger, Windsor. This is Dulles
Tower. We have radar contact and
show you on ILS. You are in the glide
path and looking good.
CONTINUED
161 CONTINUED - 161
PILOT'S VOICE
Wait a minute... something down there
through the snow... looked like a
light...
162 STUART - IN VIRGINIA CHURCH 162
STUART
(puzzled, but covering)
Probably our runway systems coming
back up. Don't worry about it you're
coming in on instruments.
PILOT
Roger. Flaps down. Airspeed 100
knots... 80... 70...
NAVIGATOR
RVR 1/4 mile... . altitude 1000
feet... 800... Ref plus 20...
163 MCCLANE -ON THE FIELD 163
Now he can HEAR the plane's ENGINES and - for a fleeting MOMENT
he SEES its LIGHTS between gusts of snow-
MCCLANE
No... no, Jesus, Mary, Mother of God,
no... pull up... pull up...
164 IN THE TOWER 164
Helpless, listening, watching - the lane's lights intermittently
visible here, too, growing closer - dropping -dropping -
NAVIGATOR
600 feet...
STUART
Looking good, Windsor... watch it
- there's a 30 knot cross wind and
the runway's icy - atta boy -atta
BOY
NAVIGATOR
Four hundred feet - two hund-
165 IN THE COCKPIT 165
Suddenly from out of the darkness the crew sees THE RUNWAY, RIGHT
UNDER THEM -
PILOT
JESUS!
CONTINUED
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(X)
'l 165 CONTINUED - 165
He SLAMS CONTROLS - the plane TILTS -
166 OUTSIDE 166
Engines SCREAMING, the crew brilliant and skilled, but it's not
enough, not enough - the nose comes up but a wingtip DIPS,
catches the tarmac - and that's all it takes: The PLANE FLIPS
OVER, ROLLS -
166A INSIDE THE TUMBLING PLANE 166A
LUGGAGE tumbles in the CABIN - PEOPLE SCREAM -
166B EXT. PLANE - RESUME 166B
for a split second we HEAR the SCREAMS of men, women, children,
and then all we HEAR - and SEE - is an EXPLOSION.
167 RUNWAY - ANOTHER ANGLE
As the plane breaks up and flaming debris SCATTERS.
168 MCCLANE 168
Behind the plane, watching the fireball roll away from him.
He gives the scream of an. animal in a trap and falls to his
knees.
169 IN THE TOWER 169
Everyone RECOILS at the explosion, which turns this room BLOOD
RED with reflected light. CHUNKS OF METAL and PLASTIC boil
through the sky. Something HITS the GLASS here, starring it and
smearing it with what we hope is only grease.
Somewhere SIRENS wail.
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170 STUART 170
Silence here, too. His men look at him. Except for ThampSm,
who clearly enjoyed his part in the above, their faces are
blank. Maybe they're admiring Stuart's incredible coolness.
Maybe.
STUART
(INTO MIKE)
That concludes our object lesson for
this evening. If the 747 we
requested is ready on time and General
Esperanza lands unmolested, further
lessons can be avoided.
CONTINUED
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1170 CONTINUED - 170
He DISCONNECTS.
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171 THE RUNWAY - LONG DOLLY SHOT - NIGHT 171
Firemen and medics scramble over a chaos of metal and fabric that
used to be an airplane. WATER everywhere;- snow melted for a
hundred yards around from the EXPLOSION.
Pieces of luggage, fragments of people's lives: Toys, purses,
books, a woman's bloody shoe.
McClane weaves through the workers, glazed eyes looking at the
plane.
I
RESCUE WORKER
Tower, this is Rescue Three. No (X)
survivors. Repeat, no surviv-
He stops, looking puzzled at McClane, who is torn, bloody.
McClane.sees the look. Laughs bizzarely.
MCCLANE
Relax, pal, I'm not a survivor. I'm
just another victim.
He grabs the rescue worker by the collar.
MCCLANE(CONT'D)
.the last fucking victim he'll
ever have.
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172 EXT. VAL VERDE MILITARY TRANSPORT--NIGHT • .172
173 INT. VAL VERDE MILITARY TRANSPORT--NIGHT 173
Esperanza glances at his watch. Then, with a slight grimace
and moan, he begins.to massage his chained lower legs with his (X)
cuffed hands.
ESPERANZA
Dios, los calambres!
(to his guard)
Muchacho, si possible a removar eses?
(with a grin)
De donde a yo caminar, si?
The young guard shakes his head. (X)
YOUNG GUARD (X.)
Desculpe me, mi General. No tengo (X)
el permiso. (X)
CONTINUED
60
(X)
X173 CONTINUED - 173
Esperanza's eyes flash for a moment - and then he smiles
paternally, fumbles a cigar out of his breast pocket.
ESPERANZA
Bueno, joven, bueno! Tu eres un
soldado excelente! Ahora, en vez
del libertad - dame un fosforo?
Flattered, the kid lights him up.
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174 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH - NIGHT 174
In the silence since the crash, no SOUNDS here, except the faint
MONITORING of the Tower and aircraft chatter and the muted AUDIO
of a TV. Garber breaks the silence.
GARBER
Sir. They've done everything we've
anticpated... so far-
Stuart smiles tightly at the unvoiced question.
STUART
Don't worry, Captain. If this goes
into extra innings...
(A SHRU )
Well, we'll just call an our man in
the other team's locker room.
And - almost in afterthought - he wipes the flight number from
the clear glass board. CAMERA PUSHES to the TELEVISION.
175 ON THE SCREEN 175
SAM COLEMAN is on CAMERA, "live" supered over her face. She's
OUTSIDE on the airfield, her NEWS HELICOPTER beside her. In
the distance behind barricades we see the CRASH SITE.
SAM
--hundreds of people in the terminal
heard or saw the crash, but still
there has been no official word from
authorities. Meanwhile - despite
the fact that only one runway has
been closed due to the tragedy,
several dozen airliners are visible
from where I stand, endlessly circling
the field. Rumors abound that somehow
the accident has interfered with
normal landing procedures here.
(MORE)
CONTINUED
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(� ) 175 CONTINUED - 175
SAM (CONT'D)
Other reports say there were
difficulties in the tower before the
crash, and that they may have even
contributed to it. One thing is
certain: With weather conditions
worsening, the problem here and in
the sky above us will continue to
grow. This is Samantha Coleman at (X)
Dulles International Airport.
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176 INT. AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE - NIGHT 176
PHONES ringing off the. wall; pitiful attempts at damage control.
A DOCTOR gives Barnes a proper bandage on his cut.
McClane sits dazed on a bench, eyes looking at nothing - the
coffee someone gave him ignored. Trudeau.appears.
TRUDEAU
Barnes. We have to warn those planes
we got a lunatic down here who likes
to pretend he's the tower. Get up
to the cab and get us on the air.
BARNES
On the air? With what?
TRUDEAU
With your Goddamn brain!
Barnes leaves. McClane blinks, coming around to reality. Sees
Trudeau.
MCCLANE
Trudeau... I... I...
TRUDEAU
You don't have to say anything,
McClane. We all know how you feel.
MCCLANE
Do you? Do you? I've been a cop
13 years... Everything from... lost
kids to hostages... but... all of
it was... taking care of business...
taking care of peoplle... until
tonight. Tonight, everything I did,
everything I tried...
(VOICE TIGHT)
I never felt so useless.
CONTINUED
62
(X)
0176 CONTINUED - 176
TRUDEAU
(feeling his pain)
Our own SWAT team's gone. We called
the Government for help. They're
sending in a special Army unit.
Tactical Terrorist Team...
McClane sees something else there in his eyes.
MCCLANE
And...?
TRUDEAU
Your wife's plane...?
(as McClane tenses)
They keep broadcasting, even though
we can't answer. They... they'll
run out of fuel in 90 minutes.
CAMERA PUSHES IN on McClane.
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177 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - NIGHT 177
Thornberg at the window again. Face suspicious.
HOLLY
Listen, Dick -
("INNOCENTLY")
That is your name? Dick, if you're
going-Eo keep getting this close,
you think you could change
aftershaves?
THORNBERG
(DRYLY)
Anything else?
HOLLY
A stronger mouthwash would be nice.
He glares at her, moves down the aisle.
178 WITH HIM 178
he goes into the coach section, moves to the row with his NEWS
CREW. He shakes a sleeping ASSISTANT awake.
THORNBERG
Victor. Victor!
VICTOR
Uh - yeah, what?
CONTINUED
63
1 )l78 CONTINUED - 178
THORNBERG
Did you pack the radio mikes from
the shoot, or put them in your carry
on?
VICTOR
Are you crazy? I wouldn't let those
assholes check 'em -
THORNBERG
I love you. Get one of the
receivers.
Puzzled, the man pulls his bag from under the seat, gets one out.
4 THORNBERG
Can you tune in the cockpit frequency?
I want to hear what's going on.
VICTOR
4 Should be on our band...
He TUNES the mike's receiver, monitoring. with an earplug.
FROWNS.
VICTOR
(PUZZLED)
Nothing.
THORNBERG
You just said it would work -
VICTOR
It is working. But all I get is...
(LISTENING AGAIN)
The weather recording. It's like...
like the tower isn't there.
CAMERA TIGHTENS on Thornberg. Wheels start spinning. Leaving,
he pats Victor's shoulder.
THORNBERG
Stay on it. Tell me if anything
changes.
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179 EXT. REAR OF TERMINAL - NIGHT 179
LIGHTS in the SKY cut through the SWIRLING SNOW. Two ARMY (X)
HELICOPTERS dance through the air towards us, and SET DOWN with a (X)
ROAR, their BACKWASH creating a Yukon like STORM. (X)
CONTINUED
64
(X)
!179 CONTINUED - 179
Waiting here are Trudeau; The JUSTICE DEPARTMENT MEN we saw
earlier; Lorenzo, worried about his status - and McClane, plain
worried.
As the ROTORS keep TURNING, SOLDIERS and the CHOPPER CREWS
hustle out of the choppers, the wind blowing over them and their
equipment. A powerfully built MAJOR in his late 40's walks
forward past the waiting men like someone in a receiving line.
Everyone SHOUTS over the NOISE.
I GRANT
We're the Triple T's. I'm Major
Grant.
i JUSTICE MAN
(FORMAL)
Rollins. Department of Justice.
TRUDEAU
(POLITE)
Trudeau. Chief of Air Operations.
LORENZO
(ASS KISSING)
Lorenzo. Terminal Police. You want
something... you got it.
MCCLANE
(UNIMPRESSED)
This is it? A dozen men?
Pause. Grant stops, looks at him.
GRANT
One crisis... one dozen. Who are
you?
MCCLANE
John McClane.
GRANT
McClane... Oh, yeah, you're the one
who tried to save that plane tonight.
(STEPPING CLOSER)
You showed some balls out there,
McClane. Now show some sense and
let the pros handle things.
MCCLANE
Unfortunately the pros are on the
other side. Colonel Stuart is one
of your boys -
CONTINUED
65
(X)
)179 CONTINUED - (2) 179
GRANT
(TIGHTLY)
Not any more, he's not.
(to the group)
Gentlemen, we are here to take down
Colonel Stuart... and we will take
him down. You see, I served, with
him. And I taught him everything
he knows.
MCCLANE
(QUIETLY)
Yeah. But what if he took some night
courses?
4
Grant REACTS, recovers.
GRANT
cto his men)
All right, hustle! Command post will
be in the Airport Police office.
I want to be tied into the Tower and
every sysytem that's still working
in fifteen minutes!
SERGEANT
You heard the man, troop! Move it!
GEAR and WEAPONS get hustled into the building as the Choppers
LIFT OFF.
MCCLANE
Trudeau.
(as he turns)
Did things just get better... or
worse?
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180 INT. CAB - NIGHT 180
Barnes, huddled with the engineers. Desperate now.
2ND ENGINEER
Lights! Big portable lights! We
set up on the field and -
BARNES
And wait for those lunatics to shoot
them out? And where do we get those
"big portable lights"? Borrow them
from Batman?
1ST ENGINEER
Semaphore! That gets my vote-
CONTINUED
66
(X)
I80 CONTINUED - 180
BARNES
Your vote? You voted for Dukakis!
(exasperated, to another
MAN)
What about the airphone idea?
3RD ENGINEER
Eighteen planes up there; only five
have those phones. We got through
to three of them, still trying with
the others.
BARNES
Great, that leaves thirteen accidents
waiting to happen. Are they still
bucking headwinds? That's eating
up most of their fuel.
1ST ENGINEER
Just checked the weather. Headwinds
slamming right into everybody over
the outer marker. The planes with
enough fuel were already shunted to
ATLANTA -
Suddenly Barnes' expression changes.
BARNES
Damn! The Outer Marker!
(on t eir loo s
It's a beacon, right? A radio beacon,
that sends out this "boop-boop-boop"
so they know they're over it, right?
1ST ENGINEER
So?
BARNES
So, who says that radio signal has
to be just "boop-boop boop"?
2ND ENGINEER
(GETTING IT)
We switch the tower freqency over
to the one for the beacon -
BARNES
-and we can talk to the planes and
those bas ar s w o did this will never
know!
And as faces brighten for the first time in hours, we
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67
(X)
;'1181 INT. AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE - NIGHT 181
WIDEN from a tubular ELECTRONIC DEVICE with torn out wires at
both ends as it CLUNKS down on a table.
The second Triple T SERGEANT wipes grease from his hands, shows
it to the men here.
2ND SERGEANT
Traced the signal, found it in the
luggage area. they've been tapped
into the tower all night.
McClane and Trudeau look at Lorenzo, who looks away, embarassed.
The young CORPORAL has set up his radio gear in the
receptionist's area. Now, he TUNES in that GARBLE.
MCCLANE
That's all we keep hearing. Can
you do anything with it?
CORPORAL TELFORD
(shaking his head)
If I had a few hours...
MCCLANE
(checking his watch)
My wife has less than two.
TELFORD
(SYMPATHETIC)
I only got transferred in yesterday
regular comm man got appendicitis.
But word is nobody's better at this
than Major Grant.
MCCLANE
Except Colonel Stuart?
The kid can't answer. Then Grant appears, the MAN from the
Justice Department in tow.
GRANT
(as he moves)
Trudeau. Lorenzo. You brief me
on that plane he asked for, I'll fill
you in on my orders. In my office.
Now.
"My office" meaning Lorenzo's. Lorenzo glowers at that, but the
little group moves in that direction - then the JUSTICE GUY puts
up his hand to block McClane -
JUSTICE DEPT. GUY
No civilians.
Trudeau looks at McClane, sympathetic - and then the door SHUTS.
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68
(X)
182 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - COCKPIT 182
The Navigator suddenly sits upright at his 'phones.
2ND OFFICER
What the fuck -
PILOT
What is it?
I
2ND OFFICER
The outer marker beeper? It's not
beeping. It's talking.
And saying this he turns up a DIAL -
BARNES' VOICE
(FROM SPEAKER)
--tention, all aircraft in Dulles
landing pattern. Attention. This
is Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes.
d I have been authorized to brief you
in full. At this time this is the
only channel available to us. Here
is the situation. Approximately 2
hours ago -
183 INT. PLANE - LAVATORY AREA 183
Between business class and coach. Grinning, Victor pulls
Thornberg through the curtain, pokes an earplug into Thornberg's
ear. We TIGHTEN on him.
BARNES' VOICE
(TINNY)
-the terrorists have cut all our
systems and now have control of
everything except this channel.
THORNBERG
Holy shit - we - we gotta get this
on tape -
Victor GRINS. And pulls a MICROCASSETTE RECORDER from his shirt
pocket. It is ALREADY JACKED INTO THE RECEIVER and TURNING.
Thornberg all but cackles.
BARNES' VOICE
We believe this channel is secure
but your own transmissions are not.
Do not repeat do not attempt to reply
on your own frequencies to this
broadcast. These people have already
caused one crash by impersonating
OUR TOWER-
THORNBERG
Jesus!
�._ 184 HOLLY 184
looking suspiciously at the little piece of the two men still
visible.
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185 INT. CAB - SAME TIME 185
Barnes is using a TELEPHONE which is JURY RIGGED with some
electronic lines.
BARNES(CONT'D)
(into a TELEPHONE)
-repeat, do not accept any
instructions claiming to be from our
tower unless you hear your own flight
recorder access code. We will get
this from your respective airlines
and use it for confirmation.
186 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE 186
where Thornberg's expression is like a man having sex.
BARNES VOICE
(TINNY)
Repeat: the terrorists have cut off
the two systems that can allow you
to land: The field lights for a
manual landing and the ILS for an
instrument one. A special US Army
unit is already here and preparing
to take out the terrorists.
CAMERA TIGHTENS on Thornberg: Orgasm.
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187 INT. DULLES BASEMENT - NIGHT 187
TIGHT ON A CRACKED MIRROR. Marvin is checking himself out in a
nice, long topcoat which has unfortunately recently been covered
with grease and grime (not to mention the bullet holes.)
CAMERA ADJUSTS as McClane comes in.
MARVIN
Hey, officer. Thought you'd be
upstairs by now, hanging out with
the top brass.
MCCLANE
They kind of busted me down to buck
private.
CONTINUED
187 CONTINUED - 187
MARVIN
I know that feeling. Interested in
a nice coat?
MCCLANE
(RECOGNIZING IT)
The lining's ripped and it needs
some invisible mending. Keep it.
Think you can get me on line upstairs
again?
Marvin chuckles, moves over to a table and pulls aside a cloth.
All electronic stuff there.
MARVIN
I was just a kid, working those
radios on the B-29's. But I kept
up. Still read Popular Mechanics.
These transistor things, I'm on top
of 'em -
Marvin realizes that McClane has'a funny expression.
MARVIN
You okay, son?
2188 NEW ANGLE 188
FOCUS CHANGE. McClane STARES at the table... and one of the
scrambled transceivers - one with a GREEN L.E.D.!
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189 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH - NIGHT 189
Stuart is in the pulpit, his men attentive.
STUART
We've pussied out around the world,
over and over again. We drop the
Shah, fuck Marcos, throw Noriega
overboard. You know what they think
around the globe? The worst thing
that can happen to you is to have
America as a friend. And now that
stain head Gorbachov, he's got some
nice English suits, and a wife without
gold teeth, so now the Commies are
nice? Gentlemen, we are soldiers
and we do not believe in fairy tales
sweet though they may seem. Well,
tonight, the pattern ends. The
dominos will fall no more and the
ramparts will remain upri-
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71
189 CONTINUED - 189
THOMPS ON (X)
(ca 11 ing--out.3-
Sir! General Esperanza's plane just
came on the scope.
Stuart hurries up into the choir loft, CAMERA ADJUSTING. He
takes up the phone.
STUART
Attention, Dulles Tower...
190 INT. CAB 190
STUART'S VOICE
I am lighting up a runway now. Do
not - repeat, do not - attempt to
land any planes. Remember, I am
monitoring you.
And now, like magic - one DISTANT RUNWAY twinkles on. Almost
immediately the CHATTER from the sky picks up: QUESTIONS.
DEMANDS. PLEADING.
BARNES
What do we do?
TRUDEAU
Obey.
191 INT. ESPERANZA'S PLANE - PULLBACK FROM COCKPIT 191
STUART'S VOICE
Dulles Tower to FM-i. Dulles Tower
to FM-1...
VAL VERDE CO-PILOT
(IN ENGLISH)
This is FM-1, Dulles. We read you.
Over.
STUART'S VOICE
You are to come in on runway fifteen, (X)
repeat, runway fifteen.
By now the CAMERA is in the REAR CABIN.
Just in time to SEE Esperanza STRANGLE the nice young corporal
with the chain from his handcuffs.
He lets the body drop, nice and soft so it doesn't make a sound.
Taking the handcuff key from the body, he frees himself... (X)
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192 INT. BASEMENT 192
McClane is examining the Scrambler, excited.
MCCLANE
The code... the code's still
punched... where did you get this?
MARVIN
Came with the coat; over near the
luggage belts. Looks like one of
them Japanese radios... can't hold
a candle to a nice Zenith if you ask
me... You like it, huh? How about
twenty dollars?
MCCLANE
How about I let you live?
MARVIN
(handing it over).
Man knows how to bargain...
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193 INT. ESPERANZA'S PLANE 193
VAL VERDE PILOT
Dulles, this is contrary to our
instructions. We are to land on
Runway One and be met by
representitives of your Justice
DEPARTMENT -
He STOPS.
He's seen Esperanza, who has come into the cockpit holding the
corporal's pistol..
ESPERANZA
Capitain, please tell the tower you
will proceed as ordered.
PILOT
(PAUSES; THEN)
Roger, Dulles. Proceeding to runway
FIFTEEN -
Suddenly the CO-PILOT LEAPS for Esperanza! Esperanza WHIRLS,
SHOOTS TWICE - one shot KILLS him - but one SHATTERS
194 ONE OF THE SIDE WINDOW PANELS 194
and WIND and SNOW thunder INSIDE like a WALL.
73
,
\ )195 INT. CAB - INTERCUT 195
Everyone has REACTED to the SHOT and NOISE - and now ANOTHER
SHOT.
196 INT. ESPERANZA'S PLANE -NIGHT 196
TILT UP from the PILOT'S BODY on the floor, already flecked with
SNOW.
Esperanza is at the controls, trying to SEE through the SWIRLING
WHIRLWIND. Cursing, he flies with one hand; with the other he
REACHES UP and FEELS ABOVE the RADIO PANEL for something he
expects to be there: And it IS - one of the DISTINCTIVE
SCRAMBLED TRANSCEIVERS.
ESPERANZA
(INTO IT)
Eagle Nest, this is Falcon... Mayday.
Eagle Nest, this is Falcon... Mayday!
197 INT. CAB 197
They HEAR the GARBLED ALIEN SOUND -
198 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH 198
Stuart is startled to hear this, but grabs his transceiver
7-7
STUART
Go ahead, Falcon -
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199 INT. BASEMENT 199
ESPERANZA'S VOICE
Repeat, I have lost cabin pressure. (X)
Near zero visibility. I must drop
out of the storm. I can land but
I must land now, on the first outgoing
runway. Repea , I cannot circle
around to runway fifteen.
PULLBACK. McClane listens, grinning. He takes the airport map
from his pocket, hands it the Marvin.
MCCLANE
Marvin... you show me a shortcut to
runway fifteen and you got yourself
a liner for that coat.
200 STUART - IN VIRGINIA CHURCH - INTERCUT 200
STUART
(OFF MIKE)
Shit!
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(X)
200 CONTINUED - 200
He snaps his fingers. Someone produces a map, points out -
STUART
(nodding, into
TRANSCEIVER)
Roger, Falcon. That would be...
Eleven West-3: It's a straight run
from the ocean -
INT. ESPERANZA'S PLANE - INTERCUT 201
as he DESCENDS from the eye of the storm the SNOW in the cockpit
ABATES a bit. Now we can SEE the airfield - and the ILLUMINATED
RUNWAY which is PERPENDICULAR to the plane.
ESPERANZA
Thank you for telling me, Eagle Nest.
But if you could show it to me as
well I would be grateful.
In the church, Stuart grins at Esperanza's coo]., signals
Thompson. A switch is THROWN.
The FIRST RUNWAY goes OFF and a NEW RUNWAY lights up DIRECTLY IN
FRONT of the plane.
ESPERANZA
Gracias', Amigos.
202 INT. RUNWAY TUNNEL 202
MCCLANE
(HEARING THIS)
Eleven West? What the fuck happened
to fifteen?
(fumbling-with the map)
;up to my ass in fucking terrorists
again. I gotta start reading my
Goddamn horoscope...
203 INSERT - THE, MAP 203
His FINGER moves along the runway to the code numbers.
MCCLANE'S VOICE
Eleven W4, W5 - Bingo.
204 BACK TO SCENE 204
He turns. CAMERA PUSHES to the whits wall numbers here: "11W3".
An ARROW indicates "ACCESS GRID."
ESPERANZA'S VOICE
Eagle Nest, do you copy? I'm coming
down, now.
CONTINUED
75
-/204 CONTINUED - 204
STUART'S VOICE
We copy, Falcon. We'll have you in
five minutes.
MCCLANE
(TO HIMSELF)
Not if I can help it, asshole.
He turns and begins running down the tunnel.
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205 STUART - IN VIRGINIA CHURCH 205
he tosses the command mike to one of his men, throws a weapon
over his shoulder and leads Garber, Thompson and Kahn in a rush (X)
out the rear door.
206 INT. CAB 206
REACTIONS as the PREVIOUS lit runway GOES DARK and a DIFFERENT
ONE LIGHTS UP.
206 INT. ESPERANZA'S PLANE - NIGHT 206
Wincing against the blowing snow and wind, the General expertly
trims his descent. He reaches for a co-pilot's control and
sweeps the dead man to the floor, bites down on his cigar. The
plane begins to VIBRATE, but he humms to himself.
He's the scum of the earth. But one hell of a pilot.
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207 INT. ACCESS TUNNEL 207
McClane, breathless, reaches the ladder. The grid above him is
bigger than a doorway, made of heavy industrial steel. (X)
RADIO VOICE
Isee your lights. Wheels down.
5 seconds ETA.
McClane checks his pistol clip with a snap.
MCCLANE
Come to poppa, you son-of-a-bitch-
He flies up the ladder - and BRUISES his shoulder against the
locked grid.
MCCLANE
Shit!
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76
(X)
)208 THE PLANE 208
DROPPING -
209 STUART AND SOLDIERS - IN JEEP ON AIRFIELD 209
Their BREATH clouding inside the still cold JEEP as it BOUNCES
along. Garber shines a FLASHLIGHT into the falling snow,
illuminates a snow-covered runway number sign: "EIGHT WEST."
The miltary plane ROARS overhead!
210 THE TUNNEL 210
BLAM! BLAM! McClane shoots off the lock apparatus of the grid!
A RICOCHET PINGS off one of the grids hydraulic hinges and
McClane winces as metal splinters sail by. Then he begins to
muscle the heavy grid upwards.
211 UP ABOVE 211
A FIELD of SNOW and ICE. But now a BLACK RECTANGLE EMERGES from
it - it's the TUNNEL GRID, SNOW falling through it - the damn
thing must weight over 300 pounds - McClane gets his head and
shoulders up and out. Looks at -
212 THE PLANE - HALF A MILE AWAY 212
about to hit the runway -
213 BACK TO SCENE 213
McClane pushes upwards - grunts - when he shifts his grip his
SKIN RIPS on the cold metal - with a grimace, he pushes his
rifle out, starts to follow -
214 BELOW 214
the damaged hydraulic hinge suddenly SNAPS with a squish of thick
fluid.
215 ABOVE 215
the 300 pound grid THUDS down on McClane's back. He GROANS,
stunned.
216 THE PLANE 216
SCREECHES down on the runway!
217 THE SCENE - BLAZING FAST INTERCUTS 217
A) MCCLANE - dazed, trapped, he looks up and SEES -
B) THE PLANE - 1/4 mile away, coming right towards him-
CONTINUED
77
) 217 CONTINUED - 217
C) MCCLANE - struggling - still PINNED to the
runway like a bug in the Natural History Museum.
Now we HEAR the ROAR of the. jet's ENGINES -
D) THE PLANE - 1/8 mile away -
E) MCCLANE'S FEET - still in the tunnel, they GROPE
for leverage on the steps -and SLIP! Now they kick
away at AIR -
218 MCCLANE AND PLANE - IN ONE SHOT 218
It's.coming, coming, COMING. Desperate, McClane sees that part
of the rifle is half under the grid. Now, he puts all his energy
into levering the rifle against the steel.
Slowly, slowly, sweat breaking out on his forehead, he levers the
rifle higher and higher, the rifle in turn levering the grid
upward, an inch at a time finally, it's high enough for him to
JAM the rifle's bayonet ring into the grid while the cheek notch
of the stock perches precariously on the lip of the hole.
AND THE PLANE IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE.
McClane DIVES OUT OF THE HOLE.
219 NEW ANGLE 219
McClane rolls away from the wheels, which miss him by inches.
The PLANE SMACKS into the half-open grid, which goes FLYING, the
plane hardly dented, the rifle SNAPPING like a toothpick, the
scrambler CRUNCHING like a bug
McClave kisses asphalt, WINCES at the SCORCH of jet exhaust five
feet over his head.
220 THE PLANE 220
Skids roughly to a stop a hundred yards away.
McCl:ane:gets to his feet, sucks in air - and heads for the plane.
221 STUART AND SOLDIERS - SAME TIME 221
Close enough to SEE the plane as it STOPS -
STUART
(POINTING)
There -!
222 INT. PLANE 222
Esperanza secures the controls, moves to the doorway and spins
the wheelock. It opens with a HISS and the steps DROP DOWN. (X)
CONTINUED
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ESPERANZA
(breathing deeply) (X)
Freedom.
MCCLANE'S VOICE
Not yet.
McClane's FIST smacks in, knocking Esperanza back from the door.
I
223 NEW ANGLE 223
McClane comes up the steps, gun leveled at the startled fugitive.
MCCLANE
Thought you'd pull this off, didn't
you? I guess you didn't count on
me being here. Actually, I didn't
count on me being here.
ESPERANZA
W-who are you?
MCCLANE
Just a cop who's spent half his career
busting scumbag lowlife dope dealers.
Looks like it's business as usual.
Think this will look good on my
record?
Suddenly BULLETS PING on the hatch inches from McClane's head.
ESPERANZA
No.
NcClane 'DIVES and rolls into the cabin - FIRES TWICE out the door
and then almost on instinct whirls -
Esperanza's snatched up the rifle from the dead corporal but (X)
McClane's SHOT hits him in the SHOULDER. With a HOWL, Esperanza
falls backwards but hangs on to the gun.
224 THE HATCHWAY 224
GARBER and another man are there, rifles UP -
BACK TO SCENE
McClane FIRES, blowing a hole in h m so ' THROAT, and as (X)
Garber's slugs come closer, McClane IVES into the cockpit,
BULLETS smacking all around him from Garber and Esperanza -
79
THE COCKPIT 225 -
McClane SLAMS the door behind him, LOCKS IT. BULLETS PING into
the door, which INDENTS from the hits which don't penetrate it.
226 OUTSIDE THE PLANE 226
GARBER helps Esperanza down the steps. Stuart runs to him.
STUART
General!
ESPERANZA
(indicating the wound)
I'm all right - he said he was a
,policeman...
AMAZED)
A policeman -
PUSH to Stuart. He knows which policeman...
GARBER
He went in the cockpit -
STUART
He's going to hell.
227 COCKPIT 227
Silence. McClane REACTS to the.two dead men sharing the tiny
space with him... the SNOW and GLASS everywhere... and then he
crawls to the door, gingerly tries it.
IT WON'T MOVE. He tries harder.
228 OTHER SIDE OF DOOR 228
A RESCUE AXE is across the door like a barricade.
229 IN THE COCKPIT. 229
McClane looks worried - and then
STUART
(SHOUTING)
McClane! I assume it's you, McClane. (X)
230 EXT. FRONT OF PLANE - NIGHT 230
Stuart, Esperanza and two of the others ring the nose of the
plane, weapons out.
Garber - the last man - comes up, delayed by locking McClane in
the cabin.
CONTINUED
80
130 CONTINUED - 230
STUART
You're ite a little soldier. So
- consider this a mi itary unera
And he OPENS FIRE. The others instantly join in.
231 INSIDE THE COCKPIT 231
McClane DUCKS as FIVE MACHINE GUNS BEGIN TO RIP THE PLACE APART.
What's left of the glass IMPLODES, and ricochets begin SLAMMING
around the room - McClane eats floor, but the snaking lines of
bullets criss cross the cockpit, searching him out -
MCCLANE
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD -
Glass rakes his forehead, blood misting his vision - He crawls
N to the door - throws his weight against it - nothing -
232 OUTSIDE 232
Having decimated the front of the plane, Stuart signals and now
they flank the sides. What's left of the window glass reflects
their FIRE like a Fourth of July show - Esperanza alone SMILES as
he shoots -
233 MCCLANE 233
he's HIT in the left hand.
234 OUTSIDE 234
STUART
How many grenades we have?
GARBER
2 EACH -
STUART
Use 'em.
Pop. Pop pop pop. Each man PULLS TWO PINS - THROWS - Then they
run for their jeep, carrying the body of their comrade- (X)
235 IN THE COCKPIT 235
Clunk-clunk-clunkCLUNK. TEN GRENADES land and BOUNCE here like
hailstones from hell. They SIZZLE. McClane rolls over and
suddenly SEES -
236 LEVER BESIDE PILOT'S SEAT 236
CAMERA PUSHES to it: "EJECT."
81
2 3 7 MCCLANE 237
in one move vaults into the seat, snaps on the belt, grabs the
LEVER -
238 WIDER 238
with a WOOSH and a ROAR, the ejection seat ROCKETS UPWARDS, the
steel vanguard above McClane's head PUNCHING THROUGH what's left
of the canopy.
239 OUTSIDE 239
the cockpit EXPLODES! It's all so FAST and EYE SEARING we're not
sure if McClane is clear - but then we SEE
240 MCCLANE - IN MID AIR 240
No sound, now, just the WHOOSH of the air going past - the
ejection seat is TUMBLING -
MCCLANE
(WEAK)
JESUS -
WHOMP! The 'chute OPENS with violent YANK.
MCCLANE
(WEAKER)
Christ!
He DROPS from frame.
241 THE BURNING PLANE 241
At the jeep, Stuart and his men REACT as WATER from MELTING SNOW (X)
runs past their feet. Garber POINTS to the ghostly image of
the 'chute, half a mile away -
GARBER
THERE -
But Stuart turns at the SOUND of SIRENS.
242 NEW ANGLE 242
The calvary is coming... and it's not his.
243 BACK TO SCENE 243
STUART
Fall back to the Church! Now! (X)
Helping the wounded Esperanza, they vanish into the darkness.
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82
THE PARACHUTE - ON THE GROUND 244
BILLOWING as something struggles under it.
MCCLANE'S VOICE
(MUFFLED)
Where's - the fucking - door?
He staggers out from under the yards of silk, COVERED IN SNOW
-fights the vertigo from his flight - runs off.
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245 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - NIGHT 245
The stewardess sticks her head into the cockpit.
STEWARDESS
They're getting pretty squirrely back
there... in fact, so am I.
PILOT
We're right over Washington... see
if you can get any TV. That'll settle
'em down.
STEWARDESS
Works for me. I'll -
She STOPS. She's SEEN
246 THE FUEL GAUGE - HER POV 246
Almost on EMPTY -
247 BACK TO SCENE 247
She REACTS. No one says anything. She composes herself... goes
out.
248 INT. BUSINESS CLASS 248
Holly types a line on her computer. Then she REACTS to the (X)
SOUND of crumpled paper. CAMERA ADJUSTS as she looks at
Thornberg. He's LISTENING to the TAPE RECORDING with an earplug
and then drafting his own document.
He crosses out a line, adds a word - looks at it proudly. (X)
THORNBERG
(sotto, to himself)
Boy, am I good...
HOLLY
Writing your acceptance speech for
the video sleaze awards?
CONTINUED
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THORNBERG
(in odd good humor)
Try Pulitzer, Mrs. McClane.
But now that stewardess reaches up and turns on the TV PROJECTOR.
As the lights DARKEN, Thornberg decides this is perfect cover.
pretending he's getting a blanket overhead, he slips his credit
card in one of airphones. Then he moves down the aisle, phone
I inside his jacket.
STEWARDESS
Sir, please - we may be landing at
any moment -the seat belt light is-
THORNBERG
I- I'm going to be sick -
He makes a croaking noise to sell it, stumbles into the lavatory.
THORNBERG
(dials, then:)
This is Richard Thornberg. Put me
through to the News Director.
(LISTENING)
I know he's getting ready for the
broadcast, that's why I want him!
Now get him or start typing your
resume!
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249 INT. AIR POLICE OFFICE 249
The DOCTOR patches McClane's right hand; one of the soldiers
gives McClane a cigarette.
MCCLANE
Esperanza's down... but he's hurt.
I killed one more man... that's six (X)
they've lost all together.
LORENZO
(UNIMPRESSED)
Maybe if we knew how many they had
to start with, we could get excited.
But if they got fifty guys, it's a
little early to break out the (X)
champagne.
GRANT
McClane, we don't need a loose cannon
on this deck. What if they decide
to crash another plane in retaliation
for your little stunt?
CONTINUED
84
(X)
249 CONTINUED - 249
r,1
MCCLANE
(INDICATING BARNES)
Last I heard, they can't do that
again. And if I grabbed Esperanza,
the situation would be over.
GRANT
Maybe they're more creative than you
I
think! McClane, we're here to jerk
off that cocksucker until he tries
to take off - period! This time
you're the wrong guy in the wrong
place at the wrong time!
McClane stands, glares at the two officers. He flips away the
cigarette, walks away, pissed.
MCCLANE
.The story of my life.
But the enlisted men seem sympathetic. And so does
250 BARNES 250
Who now pulls McClane aside.
BARNES
McClane. You said they showed up
there right away?
MCCLANE
Stuart's guys? Yeah. That means
they're on the field or close -
BARNES
I think I know where.
Interested, McClane'follows Barnes around the corner.
251 WHEN THEY'RE ALONE 251
Barnes unfolds some.plot plans.
BARNES
These are the old plans when the
longer runways went in... that's
twelve years ago. And it looks like
they did some modifications on site...
moved Tracon, phone, ILS - all the
underground stuff -so they could
handle drainage. If I'm right, all
of it would run along the edge of
the airport property - and go right
past this neighborhood.
CONTINUED
85
(X)
�. - 251 CONTINUED - 251
MCCLANE
So - if they know this too - they
could be sitting around the fireplace
and hanging their fucking stockings
in one of these houses?
BARNES
Maybe. Yeah. Well, seventy eighty
per cent, five percent either way-
MCCLANE
Are you sure or not?
BARNES
I was sure about tying into the
antenna array. And... and I got
five officers killed.
MCCLANE
You didn't do that - you did your
JOB -
BARNES
I had a choice and I made it. But
those cops didn't have a choice, and
neither do those soldiers now. I'm
an engineer, McClane. It's supposed
to a wires and circuits... iron
and steel. Not flesh and blood.
Not lives. If...if I'm wrong again...
I don't want anyone else to get
orders that could get them killed.
MCCLANE
(after a moment)
Then how would you feel about a
volunteer?
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252 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - NIGHT 252
The passengers' patience has begun to frazzle. The Older Woman
beside Holly is no exception.
OLDER WOMAN
Somebody ought to get their ass kicked
for this mess, that's for sure.
HOLLY
It's hard to blame anyone for the
WEATHER -
CONTINUED
86
252 CONTINUED - 252
OLDER WOMAN
Yeah? What about that porker Willard
Scott?
(TO HERSELF)
I shoulda taken the bus. At least
they can pull over for food and gas.
253 HOLLY 253
I REACTS to what the woman's said. As the Stewardess PASSES, Holly
signals her - RISES halfway to meet her.
STEWARDESS.
Yes?
HOLLY
I... was just wondering. Our flight
was only supposed to.be 5 1/2 hours- (X)
(ALMOST SHEEPISH)
Do we have enough fuel for all this
endless circling?
Pause. The Stewardess" face eases into an official smile.
STEWARDESS
Oh, of course we do. They anticipate
little proems like this.
She moves away. We TIGHTEN on Holly. She's chilled by the lie.
Worried, she TURNS... looks at the AirPhone. X)
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254 TIGHT ON MCCLANE'S WAIST 254
HIS BEEPER SHOWS as he CLIMBS something - we WIDEN.
He and Barnes are outside a HOUSE that backs up to the Airport.
Both peer over the fence. It's a modest DC suburban tract job.
People TRIM a TREE. It could be Norman Rockwell.
MCCLANE
Hell. These people are hanging their
Goddamn stockings.
They DROP down into the snow, CRUNCH to the next fence. Look
AT
255 SECOND HOUSE 255
No tree: People having dinner, a MENORAH burning on the
windowsill.
MCCLANE
- and these people aren't.
87
(X)
r.� 55A NEW ANGLE 255A
They've come to a corner; now they go back to the street, spread
Barne's map out on the hood of Barne's still humming CAR. Far
behind them, we SEE the illuminated airport TOWER, centered in
the dark blot that should be brightly active runways.
Barnes reaches inside his jacket, fumbles in his jammed plastic
pocket thingie for a little flashlight. He checks the map.
BARNES
Four more possibles. Three houses...
and a church.
They cross the intersection on foot, walk over a lawn. It's
further to the next place; more prosperous yard. Suddenly
McClane puts up his hand -Barnes stops - both look at -
257 NEXT PROPERTY - THE CHURCH 257
Baker is walking, almost casually, around the rear of the house.
258 BACK TO SCENE 258
McClane and Barnes huddle, whisper.
MCCLANE
Could be a sentry -
BARNES
And he could just be out for a walk-
MCCLANE
Then why is he going over his own
footprints?
259 THEIR POV - CLOSER 259
Indeed, gar's steady progress has made a trench around the
church property, and the distinctive PRINT of his galoshes now
makes double images.
260 BACK TO SCENE 260
MCCLANE
(WHISPER)
Stay here. Get ready to call the
marines.
BARNES
(WHISPER)
I thought they were Army.
MCCLANE
(WHISPER)
Who the fuck cares, just be ready.
CONTINUED
88
260 CONTINUED - 260
Saying this, McClane takes his own gun from his holster and puts
it in the back of his trousers... then moves off.
Barnes takes out a cellular phone, lurks under a tree.
261 MCCLANE 261
moves from shadow to shadow and tree to tree like an Indian
I stalking a settler... closer... closer...
CUT TO:
262 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - NIGHT 262
Holly drops her credit card in the airphone. Starts to DIAL.
CUT TO:
263 MCCLANE 263
Baker is only a yard away. Closer - closer - and then -BEEP! (X)
264 BAKER 264
Instantly whips his head around, the hidden MAC 10 coming up, but
E he winter outerwear slows him. McClane. DIVES on him. (X)
265 BARNES 265
REACTS, begins to dial the phone. REACTS to
266 INSERT - PHONE 266
The dial reads NO SVC.
267 BACK TO SCENE 267
BARNES
SHIT!
He raises the antenna, realizes he's got to move - runs towards
the street.
268 MCCLANE AND BAKER 268
CRASH into the fence with a CRACK. McClane ha Baker gun (X)
hand and SLAMS it down on the fence n -again
-blood wells - the gun DROPS ker OW", taking McClane away (X)
from the weapon -They trade bru unches -
89
269 INT. THE VIRGINIA CHURCH - NIGHT 269
Through the rear window here we SEE the fence GIVE, and bend (X)
AGAIN, but the SOUND is muffled by the WIND and the GLASS.
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270 INT. AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE - NIGHT 270
Lorenzo WRITES as Grant REACTS -
LORENZO
You're where - you crazy idiot, why'
didn't you -
271 BARNES - INTERCUT 271
He's down the block, STANDING on a snow covered car -
BARNES
Just get here,.this is it, move your
fat ass will ya -?
Grant signals his Sergeant and then it's like D-Day as ALL the
SOLDIERS and some COPS hustle out -
CUT TO:
272 MCCLANE AND BAKER-.' 272
halfway to their feet, the snow bloody between them s3ke (X)
KARATE KICKS McClane back into a tree, dazing him---Baker jumps (X)
in, RIPS McClane's coat open and -
GRABS for the holster! As his hand comes up empty, McClane
GRINS, head butts him!
CUT TO:
273 VIRGINIA STREET -'NEAR AIRPORT -NIGHT 273
AIRPORT POLICE CARS and the ARMY TRUCK SKID AROUND A CORNER-
274 INT. ARMY TRUCK 274
Soldiers on the benches - Grant standing, rocking like a commuter
- Telford, only one unarmed, still MONITORING the radio -
GRANT
Gentlemen. We have... a situation
here...
CLICK CLICK SNAP. AMMO CLIPS are broken out - all PIGGYBACKED
like combat hardened troops do it, two banana clips taped
together with blue tape. (X)
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90
(X)
275 MCCLANE AND BAKER 275
CD
Baker yanks a combat knife from his boot and'DIVES on McClane
-bo i HIT the wall of the church's detached garage -SNOW and
ICE fall from the roof, but both men ignore it -
McClane's LEFT hand can't force awa� akers RIGHT hand and
the KNIFE.
The bastard is STRONG and now his left jumps out and pins
McClane's RIGHT so-it can't help-- The knife creeps towards
McClane's throat! McClane is fucke -and then his desperate eyes
look at something nearby -
We FOCUS CHANGE - it's a big ICICLE -with his last strength
McClane.BREAKS out of Baker's grip, grabs the icicle-
-and STABS it RIGHT in Baker's EYE!
276 REVERSE ANGLE 276
Baker SCREAMS and falls back - McClane ROLLS with him and with
both hands PRESSES the ICICLE HOME SIX MORE INCHES right into the
son-of-a-bitch's brain.
The body TWITCHES, DIES. McClane falls against the garage as the
snow turns CRIMSON all around. Catches his BREATH... and then
REACTS to a WHISTLE.
277 BARNES 277
is in the street. Moving in a crouch, McClave heads towards him.
Barnes points to
278 ' E 6B' RS 7 278
their truck far down the street, they move forward silently and
expertly, shadows starting to surround the church.
279 BACK TO SCENE 279
Grant and Lorenzo come over.
LORENZO
McClane, what the hell do you think
you're doing, playing John Wayne?
How'd you like to spend the rest of
the night in a cell -
GRANT
LORENZO -
(PAUSE)
shut the fuck up and do something
useful. Seal off the street.
LORENZO
You can't talk to me like that -
CONTINUED
91
279 CONTINUED - 279
GRANT
Oh, no, Carmine?
(TURNING)
Sergeant! Get this... bureaucrat
out of Mr. McClane's face.
SERGEANT
With pleasure, sir!
I And Lorenzo is HUSTLED away. McClane takes out a cigarette.
MCCLANE
I was wrong. You're not an asshole.
GRANT
i (lighting him up)
No, you were right. I'm just your-
kind of asshole.
2ND SERGEANT
(COMING UP)
Flanking the church now, sir. (X)
GRANT
Close up the back, then we go in.
Fire only on my order.
McClane and Barnes watch as the soldiers start to close the net.
280 A SOLDIER 280
moves forward on the lawn into a PRONE FIRING POSITION - and then
his GUN MUZZLE hits a TRIP WIRE in the SNOW!
281 IN THE CHURCH 281
Stuart's men REACT to and ALARM - instantly go to ASSIGNED JOBS!
Some grab weapons ,others.SMASHthe EQUIPMENT HERE! Esperanza,
bandaged, throws a coat on, grabs a pistol!
282 OUTSIDE 282
MCCLANE
SHIT!
Everyone DIVES for COVER as a STAINED GLASS WINDOW is BROKEN and (X)
a rifle POKES out. GUNFIRE lights up the street, REFLECTS on
the snow!
283 -INSIDE THE HOUSE 283
STUART
Gentlemen, you know what to do- (X)
CONTINUED
92
(X)
j-� 283 CONTINUED - 283
Looks all around - all change their ammo clips, putting ones with
blue adhesive tape into their weapons --and then they RETREAT
Tr-om the front windows. We PAN them out the REAR and to the
FENCE behind the church - which they SMASH THROUGH.
284 MCCLANE 284
taking cover behind a parked car, he HEARS the SOUND of
SPLINTERING WOOD -
MCCLANE
Fuck...
(TURNING)
They're. pulling out!
And he's on his feet, FIRING his pistol, here outclassed by the
assault rifles -
285 WIDER 285
Grant signals his men - they FOLLOW McClane, RUSH the church
-there is NO MORE FIRE from the.front - some of the men SMASH
through the doors, others run alongside the church -
286 BEHIND THE CHURCH - CRANE SHOT 286
Stuart leads his men and Esperanza towards what LOOKS like BUSHES
about 30.yards behind it but as M .L].,ar and 8r reach them
and grab at FABRIC we REALIZE it is a SNOW CAMOUFLAGED TARPULIN.
287 REAR OF CHURCH 287
McClane is first here - DUCKS as GUNFIRE erupts ahead of him
-then he FIRES at the MUZZLE BLASTS in the darkness - then REACTS
to the SOUND of GASOLINE MOTORS -
288 HIGH ANGLE 288
as Stuart and Esperanza and the remaining men ESCAPE on hidden
SNOWMOBILES ! McClane FIRES twice at the
289 REAR: SNOWMOBILE 289
Garber is on it - McClane's BULLETS rip through his CHEST -as he
falls off it SPINS OUT, ROLLS OVER.
290 INSIDE THE VIRGINIA CHURCH 290
The Airport police crash in behind the tailing soldiers. Barnes
looks at the smoking ruins.
BARNES
(SEEING IT)
That equipment! It could land our
PLANES -
CONTINUED
93
(X)
( 290 CONTINUED - 290
GRANT
(BLOCKING HIM)
Don't touch it! There were trip wires
outside - they.could have -
SERGEANT
They did.
CAMERA RAKES to the sergeant, who is by a BLINKING BOOBY TRAP
hidden under a panel.
A SOLDIER
Got one here, too - looks like C-4
and the mother fucker is primed-
GRANT
Evacuate! Now!
290A EXT. CHURCH - NIGHT 290A
the soldiers and Barnes rush out, bowling over Lorenzo just as
he's heading in. As all dive into the snow -
290B WIDER 290B
The church EXPLODES, stained glass windows givingthedestruction,
an eerie BEAUTY as they SHATTER -
290C BACK TO SCENE 2-90C
As debris RAINS DOWN, everyone struggles to their feet. Lorenzo
spits out snow, looks around.
LORENZO
Hey. Where the fuck is McClane?
CUT TO:
291 MCCLANE - PULLBACK 291
He's riding the snowmobile that cracked u , carrying the dead
man's assault rifle like the Duke on a horse!
292 WIDE SHOT 292
He's coming up on the rear of the other vehicles!
293 BACK TO SCENE 293
Big BOUNCE over a mogul. As the 'mobile settles, McClane pulls
the rifle forward. He STEADIES IT alongside the WINDSHIELD of
the snowmobile.
94
X1294 THROUGH HIS SIGHTS - 294
We see STUART'S HEAD.
295 BACK TO SCENE 295
MCCLANE
This is for flight one fourteen,
mother fucker -
He FIRES.
296 STUART 296
UNTOUCHED. But he LOOKS back at the SOUND of SHOTS. HAND
SIGNALS his flanking riders.
297 WIDER 297
Two of them PEEL OFF; Kan, riding double with ESPERANZA; VAX&, (X)
riding alone. Burke SWTTfCHES AMMO CLIPS to a red taped clip.
298 MCCLANE 298
MCCLANE
Shit!
He AIMS at the APPROACHING SNOWMOBILES -FIRES -
299 KAH 299.
Again, UNTOUCHED! Now as he SWEEPS past Esperanza FIRES his
PISTOL -
300 BACK TO SCENE 300
McClane DUCKS as bullets BLOW OUT his WINDSHIELD. He SWERVES
-and there's the other snowmobile that turned. Burke FIRES (X)
on FULL AUTO
301 NEW ANGLE 301
RIDDLED with BULLETS, McClane's snowmobile CAREENS OUT of CONTROL
- goes'AIRBORNE - McClane TUMBLES from the seat - and the 'mobile
EXPLODES against a runway WIND REGISTER.
302 WITH STUART 302
He looks back at the mini-FIREBALL, signals his men to regroup.
All DWINDLE in the landscape of the empty airfield.
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95
303 SNOW 303
which MOVES. McClane's HAND comes into view. Face bloodied by
glass, jacket ragged, body bruised, he should be looking for (X)
a doctor.
Instead, he's pawing through the snow - looking for the assault
rifle. And finds it, the stock broken. McClane pulls off the
clip. He peels off a round into his hand, then another.
There's PAPER WADS where brass should meet lead. (X)
MCCLANE
Blanks... blanks?
.Paleing, he rummages in the snow, finds one of the soldier's
backpacks. More clips inside. First clip has live ammo. Second
clip - blanks CAMERA PUSHES in on McClane until he looks at
the red/blue tape and -makes the connection.
MCCLANE
Oh, my God...
He gets. to his feet and RUNS.
304 INT. CAB - NIGHT 304
STUART'S VOICE
(FROM RADIO)
Attention, tower. This is Colonel
Stuart. Is our plane prepared?
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305 EXT. AIRPORT - INTERCUT - NIGHT 305
Stuart and his men, on foot near the halted snowmobiles. LIGHT
in the distance; hangers; the terminal.
TRUDEAU
It is. It's in hanger eleven. (X)
That's the most remote building we've
got.
Stuart looks at his map, then the hanger mentioned; not far.
STUART
We're on our way. If there's another
attempt to stop us like the one-you
just made, I will fire several Stinger
missiles into your terminal. Do I
make myself clear?
TRUDEAU
Quite clear.
STUART
Good. Please have a ground crew there
to confirm the plane's condition. (X)
96
(X)
306 EXT. VIRGINIA CHURCH 306
The Army trucks are parked by the still intact church GARAGE. In
the B.G. FIRE FIGHTERS spray down the smoking RUIN; ice FORMING
and sparkling everywhere.
Grant uses the field radio Telford has set up in the back of the
truck.
GRANT
(INTO RADIO)
You're quite capable of confirming
it yourself, Colonel. Please don't
ask us to gift wrap potential hostages
for you.
STUART
Major Grant, .isn't it?
GRANT
If you remember me, Colonel, you'll
remember I know the drill as well
as you do. Check out your own fucking
plane.
(DISCONNECTING)
We move out in five minutes. Body
armor for everyone - full metal
jackets. We will take them in the
hanger or we will shoot that fucking
plane out of the sky. Lorenzo, take
your men back to the airport and seal
off every exit in case anyone tries
to break out on the ground.
LORENZO
(MOVING)
.You got it.
CUT TO:
307 INT. TV STUDIO - NIGHT 307
A chaotic meeting of news staffers - the PRODUCER waves for
quiet,, hovers over a speaker phone.
PRODUCER
Dick, this is nuts - first, you do
Siamese Twin drag queens, not hard
news; and second, every station in
I town has people out at the airport
and none of them has heard even a
whisper of this shit you're running
DOWN-
97
' 08 INT. AIRPLANE LAVATORY - INTERCUT 308
THORNBERG
Well, none of them is me. You want
proof? Try this -
And he PLAYS the MICROCASSETTE. We HEAR Barnes' earlier
TRANSMISSION.
In the TV station, STUNNED reaction.
PRODUCER
JESUS -
THORNBERG
I want you to go live, now. Key me
in from the files, a publicity shot,
whatever, Connie's got one. And a
map, steal one from weather-
PRODUCER
We're on it, we're on it -
(GIVING ORDERS)
We're cutting in in five minutes!
Tell the affiliates if they want in
they got three minutes to shout!
THORNBERG
Network, here we come...
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309 EXT. VIRGINIA STREET - NIGHT 309
Local POLICE keep curious NEIGHBORS behind barricades while
SOLDIERS get ready at the trucks.
310 INSIDE AN ARMY TRUCK - NIGHT 310
SOLDIER
--"I was in Grenada", he says!
All LAUGH'- the bitter laughter of the battlefield.
GRANT
Grenada - five minutes of firefight
five weeks of surfing!
LAUGHTER, which SUBSIDES a bit as Grant looks at his watch..
a look DUPLICATED by the others.
TELFORD
(oblivious to this,
WISTFUL)
I wish I was with you guys for that.
CONTINUED
98
310 CONTINUED - 310
GRANT
So do we, kid.
TELFORD
(TOUCHED)
Really, sir?
GRANT
Yeah. Then we wouldn't have to do
this.
And in a flash, Grant DRAWS his combat knife and SLITS the kid's
throat!
Telford FLOPS BACK off the bench. Grant is already digging into (X)
the cargo pocket of his trousers and he comes out with a
transceiver - the same distinctive scrambled transceiver used by
Stuarts men!
GRANT
(INTO TRANSCEIVER)
Eagle Nest, this is Hatchling. On
schedule and in place.
311 INT. HANGER - NIGHT 311
Stuart holds his transceiver while he looks up at the plane
prepared for him. One of his men comes out, gives him the thumbs
up sign.
STUART
(INTO TRANSCEIVER)
Roger, Hatchling. We are secure here.
You have a green light. Repeat, green
light.
CUT TO:
312 MARVIN 312
whistling, stacking dolls, shoes, more flotsom from the Airport
sea he's scavenged. At a SOUND he TURNS - (X)
313 MCCLANE 313
shivering, battered, trying to come down a ladder. He FALLS the (X)
rest of the way.
CUT TO:
314 THE SOLDIERS - ON VIRGINIA STREET 314
close the back of the truck - they DRIVE AWAY. Lorenzo, getting (X)
in his car, gives them a thumbs up.
CONTINUED
99
1 514 CONTINUED - 314
t.Y, J
Grant, grinning, returns it. (X)
315 TIGHT ON A TV SET 315
A SPORTS EVENT is SUPERCEDED by a SPECIAL BULLETIN CARD.
GROANS. MOANS. CAMERA PANS and we SEE we're in a BAR in the
AIRPORT TERMINAL.
NEWSCASTER
(coming on screen)
This is a special bulletin from WZDC (X)
News. There was a plane crash earlier
this evening at Dulles, where other
aircraft continue to circle, with
no explanation from Airport or FAA
officials. Now, with an exclusive
KLA report, here is Dick Thornberg,
reporting from the skies over
Washington.
That gets all the sports fan's attention. Now a SUPER of I
TH rnberg's FACE comes up in the corner of the newsroom.
THORNBERG'S VOICE
(FILTERED)
Tom., I'm one of the thousand people
who has been circling our Nation's
capitol, under the assumption that
whatever problem was going on far
below me was a normal one. But the
truth is far from normal - the truth
is terrifying.
CUT TO:
316 INT. TERMINAL - NIGHT 316
People walking along.- and then jumping out of the way of- (X)
317 A TERMINAL EMERGENCY CART - SIREN AND LIGHT WAILING 317
MARVIN drives, happy as hell; beside him, in the seat usually (X)
reserved for the sick or elderly, is McClane, slowly coming back
to normal from his ordeal.
318 THORNBERG -IN LAVATORY 318
THORNBERG
INTO PHONE)
This is a recording of a conversation
between Dulles tower and the captive
aircraft overhead.
With a smug smile, Thornberg plays the tape again.
100
(X)
319 IN THE AIRPORT BAR 319
The people LISTEN as the tape of Barne's earlier broadcast PLAYS.
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320 AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE - NIGHT 320
The golf cart SKIDS to a halt at the receptionist's desk.
Lorenzo comes thundering out of his office.
LORENZO
McClane! Are you out of your fucking
mind-?
T
MARVIN
This man's been through serious shit,
I
give him a break-
LORENZO
Who the fuck are you?
MARVIN
(pointing to his
NAMETAQ)
Marvin, the janitor. Don't need that.
custodial enginner crap -
MCCLANE
(GRABBING LORENZO)
Grant - the Terrorist Team -where
are they?
LORENZO
They left to shoot those bastards
out of the sky -
MCCLANE
They're not gonna do that -they're
gonna get on the same Goddamn plane
and leave with him! Before the Army
canned him, Stuart must have loaded
that unit with his own guys -
LORENZO
But - that firefight at the house-
MCCLANE
A side show to jerk us off - buy them
TIME -
LORENZO
You're completely around the fucking
bend, McClane. And you know what
else?
(reaching for handcuffs)
You're under arrest -
McClane steps back - raises the assault rifle - FIRES.
101
(X)
j �� 3 21 NEW ANGLE 321
Lorenzo STAGGERS back in shock - and then realizes he's
UNSCATHED.
LORENZO
Wha - how -
MCCLANE
(showing the clip)
These are the bullets they used out
there tonight.
LORENZO
Holy shit -
(INTO PHONE)
This is Chief Lorenzo. I want every
officer recalled now and assembled
in body armor with full weaponry in
the motor pool in five minutes! It's
time to kick ass!
He slams the phone down - checks his pistol ammo and rushes out
the door - a startled - and appreciative - McClane beside him!
CUT TO:
322 INT. AIRPORT BAR - NIGHT 322
As the TAPE RECORDING CONCLUDES, the patrons are in SHOCK.
Already several begin to RUN OUT.
CAMERA PANS AWAY from the terminal bar towards a GIFT SHOP.
There, all the PORTABLE TV's ON DISPLAY are BROADCASTING the SAME
THING. A CUSTOMER hearing this DROPS a CRYSTAL VASE.
THORNBERG'S VOICE
(as tape ENDS)
Since then this reporter has learned
that the terrorists have virtual
control of the entire airport - a
fact the authorities have suppressed.
The terrorists promise more bloodshed
unless their demands are met; and
now that special Army Commandoes have
arrived at the airport, the liklihood
of a full scale and deadly battle
is dangerously close -
323 INT. TERMINAL - MAIN CORRIDOR 323
Suddenly full of SCREAMING PEOPLE.
324 FRONT OF TERMINAL 324
A mass EXODUS. People FIGHT for CABS.
CUT TO:
102
(X)
�t 325 INT. CAB 325
They're watching this here, too.
TRUDEAU
Christ - that fucking asshole -
326 EXT. REAR OF TERMINAL - AIRPORT POLICE PARKING LOT 326
McClane is in Lorenzo's police car; a DOZEN other police cars
full of officers behind, lights SPINNING. Lorenzo leans out the
window like Ward Bond on Wagon Train.
LORENZO
(SHOUTING)
Converge on Hanger 11 on all four
sides! When the city blues get here
with their backup, they can pick up
the pieces! MOVE OUT!
(aside to McClane)
McClane, you meet my nephew?
The other guy in the car is the asshole who towed the car. As
McClane REACTS, the caravan ROARS FORWARD, SIRENS WAILING -
326A NEW ANGLE 326A
And Lorenzo's car SMASHES into a TAXI. CAMERA CRANES UP and we
SEE that the police cars have run smack into the PANIC in the
front of the airport.
LORENZO
(shouting, barking orders)
Move that piece of shit! Henderson,
get some crowd control! Goddamn it,
clear the area-!
McClane jumps out of the car - looks around and SEES -
327 327
thru OMITTED thru
328 328
329 SAM - IN THE TERMINAL 329
watching the scene, trying to get it on video.
CUT TO:
330 INT. HOLLY'S AIRPLANE 330
WIDEN from the TV SCREEN. Thornberg's broadcast is here, too!
A WOMAN SCREAMS. A MAN tries to get out of his seat and a
STEWARD forces him back.
103
` I 3 31 HOLLY 331
HOLLY
(as it sinks in) (X)
My God...
Then something else sinks in; she looks at the empty airphone
cradle on the wall gets quickly out of her seat - in mid-stride
she STOPS - takes her seatmate's PURSE. Then, she sidesteps
some panicked people, goes to the kitchen area.
And finds one of the special keys for the lavatories.
332 THORNBERG - IN LAVATORY 332
THORNBERG
(INTO PHONE)
And so it continues: A standoff
between terrorists and authorities
with the lives of thousands at stake.
But at least this time, in this place,
the truth, at least, is not among
the hostages because Richard (X)
Thornberc put his life and his talent (X)
on the line for humanity and country. (X)
Behind him, Holly silently opens the lavatory door.
THORNBERG(CONT'D)
.,and if this should be my final
BROADCAST -
WHAM. She ZAPS him with the old lady's TASER. He TWITCHES -
DROPS! She picks up the phone. (X)
HOLLY
Amen to that, asshole.
(into phone, sweetly)
We're sorry, but Mr. Thornberg is
experiencing electrical problems.
We now resume our regular programming.
CUT TO:
333 EXT. AIRPORT - NIGHT 333
McClane, Sam and the cameraman, forcing their way through the
crowd; Sam ABSORBING what McClane's told her.
SAM
Jesus. You give me this story, I'll
have your baby.
MCCLANE
Thanks; but I'm looking for a
different kind of ride.
And he POINTS to -
104
(X)
'-1
334 HER NEWS HELICOPTER 334
across the tarmac -
CUT TO:
335 335
thru OMITTE thru
336 336
336A INT% HANGER 336A
Stuart and his' a n d, at doors, on high
scaffolds to look out at the landing field hidden in the driving
snow. Stuart looks at his watch.
336B1 EXT. HANGER 336B
here on watch. Something GLEAMS in the distance. He
SPS into his radio -
BURKE
(COCKING O )
Truck lights!'' =_ '-�
336C INSIDE THE HANGER 336C
Weapons are COCKED - soldier's muscles coil -
STUART
(into scrambled radio)
Hatchling, report in. What is your
position?
GRANT'S VOICE
My position is I'm gonna get my ass
reamed out by the best Goddamn soldier
on the planet 'cause I'm two minutes
late.
Stuart GRINS, signals for the hanger door to be opened.
336D WIDER 336D
The big door RUMBLES UPWARDS. There's the truck, headlights
now ILLUMINATING the waiting plane.
Grant jumps down from the cab, gets a warm greeting from Stuart
in the headlight beams. Grant salutes him, then pivots to salute
Esperanza.
GRANT
Congratulations on your escape, sir.
ESPERANZA
Thank you, Major. Save them until
we are all safe - and excuse a left
handed salute, eh?
CONTINUED
105
(X)
36D CONTINUED - 336D
STUART
(as the men gather)
My congratulations, gentlemen. You've
won a victory for democracy... my
pride and admiration... and a kick
ass vacation! Get on board!
With a CHEER, they run up the stairs 'to the plane.
CUT TO:
INT. NEWS CHOPPER 337
WHOOSH! UP and OFF THE GROUND like an elevator. McClane REACTS.
PILOT
Too rough for you, cowboy?
MCCLANE
I - don't like flying.
SAM
Then what are you doing here?
MCCLANE
I like losing worse.
(POINTING)
That way.
CUT TO:
338 EXT. 747 HANGER - NIGHT 338
The abandoned truck's lights still GLARE into the CAMERA -and
then something SHADOWS THEM -
338A WIDER - LOW ANGLE 338A
The 747 TAXIS out of the hanger, rolls towards the runway.
338E INSIDE - FIRST CLASS 338B
the soldiers take seats, cocky smiles on their faces -
CUT TO:
339 INT. CHOPPER - NIGHT 339
McClane and the others fly along, LISTENING to the CONTINUING
APIRPLANE AND TOWER TRAFFIC - which is growing PANICKY.
PILOT
(POINTING)
Hanger Eleven -
MCCLANE
Shit! They're leaving!
106
(X)
(f l340 THE HANGER - BELOW THEM - NIGHT 340
The plane. in a slow wide turn, the hanger empty, light spilling
into the snow -
341 BACK TO SCENE 341
Sam taps the Cameraman, who's already on the case.
PILOT
Now what?
MCCLANE
Get 'em to stop! Hover low, block
their path!
PILOT
Play chicken with a 200 ton plane?
Hey, I'm crazy, but not that crazy-
RADIO
Dulles, this is Western one-forty-
MCCLANE
(CHILLED)
HOLLY -
RADIO
Request clearance on first available
runway. Repeat, request emergency
CLEARANCE -
TRUDEAU'S VOICE
Negative, one fourteen, our.situation
is unchanged.
RADIO
Well, mine just changed, Goddamn it!
We're down to fumes and we have to
.land! And in five minutes we're
coming in one way or another!
MCCLANE
(to the pilot)
That's my wife's plane, Goddamnit-!
PILOT
I'm still not getting in front of
it!
Pause - McClane furious - but the pilot equally tough.
MCCLANE
(FINALLY)
Okay - then how about on top of it?
CONTINUED I
107
i 341 CONTINUED - 341
And as both men realize they've cut a dangerous deal and'start to
smile, we (X)
CUT TO:
390 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - COCKPIT 390
The pilot and co-pilot look at each other as their fuel gauge
BEEPS and FLASHES YELLOW.
PILOT
(INTO INTERCOM)
Ladies and Gentlemen. Our situation
is critical.
391 INT. CABIN 391
The cabin attendants are lugging Thornberg's unconscious body
down the aisle. They strap him in as Holly and the others
listen, chilled to -
PILOT'S'VOICE
We have no choice but to attempt an
emergency landing. Please put on
your safety belts and assume crash
positions as instucted by the cabin
attendants.
392 392
\ 'ihru OMITTED thru
398 398
399 THE PLANE 399
engines GLOWING through the snow - (X)
399A THE CHOPPER 399A
TURNING, DROPPING - the door SLIDES OPEN - McClane SLIPS out (X)
-takes a deep breath - and MOVES to the SKID! (X)
400 OMITTED 400
CUT TO:
401 EXT. HOLLY'S PLANE - NIGHT 401
Diving, diving -
402 HOLLY - IN HER PLANE 402
HOLLY
(BARELY AUDIBLE)
-yea, though I walk through the valley
of death -
CONTINUED
108
(X)
402 CONTINUED - 402
To her amazement, she HEARS another voice mumbling tearfully.
It's Thornburg, half-conscious.
TRUDEAU
I-I didn't mean any harm - I just
wanted ratings - I had to do it it
was sweeps week -
CUT TO:
403 EXT. RUNWAY - NIGHT 403
the 747 taxis along - CAMERA PANS BACK and DISCOVERS the
CHOPPER, McClane on its skid, as it DROPS LOWER, MATCHES SPEED
with the pane.
404 INT. COCKPIT 404
Esperanza, Stuart, Grant. Starting to feel like what they think
they are: Heroes.
GRANT
(knocking some off)
I've had enough fucking snow for a
lifetime.
STUART
They don't get much of it in the
tropics.
CUT TO:
405 EXT. 767 - MOVING 405
McClane - sitting on the skid - now DROPS to a HANDHOLD as the
skids come treacherously close to the PLANE WING. McClane's FEET
grope for the wing surface - but the two aircraft - one still
earthbound - MOVE APART. Pause. McClave TRIES AGAIN -MAKES
IT!
406 THE 'CHOPPER 406
it PEELS AWAY, vanishes in the snowstorm.
407 MCCLANE 407
panting, he wedges himself against an engine pod - and starts to
take off his jacket!
408 INT. COCKPIT 408
Esperanza lights a cigar - and then FROWNS.
ESPERANZA
MIERDE -
CONTINUED
109
(X)
108 CONTINUED - 408
STUART
What?
ESPERANZA
The aerilons! Something's wrong -we
can't take off -
He looks out the window - and REACTS to -
409 WING AERILON - HIS POV 409
Hydraulics GROANING because McClane is JAMMING his JACKET into
the groove where it hinges!
410 BACK TO SCENE 410
They can't fucking believe this. Then -
GRANT
(ALREADY MOVING)
i I'll do him.
STUART
(following, to Esperanza)
You just get us in the air, General.
You're the only one who can do it.
411 INT. CABIN - NIGHT 411
I
Stuart and Grant cock their weapons, move to the door. Grant
opens it.
412 EXT. WING 412
, Grant stands there, WIND whipping him. NO MCCLANE - just the
jacket, FLAPPING in the groaning aerilon.
Grant starts out - WHAM! McClane APPEARS from behind the door,
TRIPS him! Grant's gun BOUNCES off the wing, falls to the
ground rushing past below!
413 STUART 413
in the doorway, tries to AIM - but
414 THE TWO MEN - STRUGGLING ON THE WING 414
are INDISTINGUISHABLE in the driving snow.
415 MCCLANE AND GRANT 415
Each HOLDING ON TO THE WING with one hand - FIGHTING with the
other - Grant POUNDS AWAY on McClane's face - but McClane
doesn't HIT BACK - he just GRINS like a maniac - PUSHES Grant
-pushes -pushes -
CONTINUED
110
(X)
r"1 415 CONTINUED - 415 -
GRANT
(through his teeth, as
THEY STRUGGLE)
Too - bad - McClane -
The SOUND of metal SLIDING - a KNIFE APPEARS in Grant's hand-
GRANT(CONT'D)
(RAISING KNIFE)
I really liked you -
416 GRANT 416
too late, he realizes he's over the front edge of the wing! He
screams and FALLS -
417 NEW ANGLE 417
RIGHT INTO THE ENGINE INTAKE! There's an awful GRINDING SOUND -A
SCREAM - McClane winces as RED SNOW SPLATTERS HIM -
418 REAR OF ENGINE 418
it could be hamburger pouring out - but before we can dwell on
it, the engine pod BLOWS!
18A MCCLANE - ON THE WING 418A
wipes red snow from his arm.
3
MCCLANE
I like you better dead.
419 IN THE COCKPIT 419
a "FIRE" indicator goes on. Esperanza hits "EXTINGUISHER",
handles it - increases power to the other engines.
420 STUART 420
trying-to SEE - finally - a GLIMPSE of what has to be McClane
-with a savage grin, Stuart takes off his rifle - discards the
bulky coat - knife in hand, he steps out.
421 MCCLANE 421
moves hand over hand to a trailing section of the wing. Looks
over and down at
422 FUEL PORT - UPSIDE DOWN - HIS POV 422
-423 BACK TO SCENE 423
He reaches for it. Too far. Stretches. Gets it - fucker is
TIGHT. Wincing, he TURNS it a bit - then LOOKS up just in TIME
to SEE STUART, knife whizzing DOWN -
424 NEW ANGLE 424
McClane ROLLS, but the knife CATCHES his SHOULDER. In pain, he
manances to KICK Stuart's KNEE - Stuart FALLS, almost goes over
the wing - McClane goes back to work on the fuel port -it,TURNS
another 1/4 turn -and then he has to abandon it to deal with
another CHARGE from Stuart.
425 ESPERANZA 425
he TURNS the PLANE. Now he's ON THE RUNWAY PROPER.
426 MCCLANE AND STUART 426
FIGHTING for the knife. With.all his strength, McClane JAMS
Stuart's knife hand the aerilon crack! The next WIGGLE of the
metal CRUNCHES both hand and knife! Stuart SCREAMS and loosens
his grip on McClane, who PUNCHES him away, goes back to work
on the fuel port!
But he's hardly at it when Stuart RECOVERS, and, mangled hand
held clawlike, KICKS McClane's INJURED SHOULDER -KICKS AGAIN
-blood on Stuart's shoe - McClane is being worked over the edge
of the wing! He CATCHES at the last moment - now he IGNORES
Stuart's BLOWS, because -
427 UNDER THE WING 427
.McClane feels for the fuel port - turn, turn - it OPENS! Fuel
SPIGOTS DOWN - McClane feels the wetness on his hand -
428 THE RUNWAY 428
a RIBBON of FUEL twists behind the moving plane, slick and light
REFLECTING -
429 BACK TO SCENE 429
Stuart STOMPS on McClane's HANDS on the wing - CRUNCH -STOMPS
again - McClane SMILES -and then Stuart KICKS HIM OFF THE WING!
430 MCCLANE 430
DROPS 20 FEET, SLAMS into the snow at the edge of the runway,
bounces like litter thrown from a moving car - the big REAR TIRE
almost rolls over him -
431 STUART 431
with a victorious SHOUT he YANKS the coat from the aerilon,
throws it away - heads for the door -
112
432 ESPERANZA 432
sees this, smiles -
433 MCCLANE -AT EDGE OF RUNWAY 433
crawls to a painful sitting position. Face impassive, he watches
the jet move away... and - incongrous as it seems - he lights a
cigarette, looks off at - (X)
I
434 THE LINE OF JET FUEL 434
running along the runway for 1/4 mile now -
435 MCCLANE 435
battered like a car wreck victim, now he looks up into the dark
sky trying to find the SOUND OF JET ENGINES. Then he SEES -
436 LIGHTS OF HOLLY'S PLANE - HIS POV 436
careening down in a desperate fight, against gravity -
437 BACK TO SCENE 437
1 McClave takes a LONG PULL on the cigarette until the tip is
RED-HOT.
438 STUART - IN THE OPEN PLANE DOORWAY 438
about to close it, he looks back and for the first time SEES
439 THE JET FUEL - HIS POV 439
winding endlessly down the runway -
440 MCCLANE 440
MCCLANE
Hey, Colonel: Happy Fucking New Year.
And he THROWS THE CIGARETTE INTO THE FUEL.
441 STUART 441
SEES the flame RACING TOWARDS HIM - turns to SHOUT to Esperanza -
STUART
NO! NO! TAKE OFF! TAKE OFF NOW! (X)
442 ESPERANZA - IN COCKPIT 442
RESPONDS to the cry, GUNS IT - (X)
442A THE PLANE 442A
STARTS TO-RISE - the wheels go into the AIR - (X)
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j j42B REAR OF PLANE 442B
But as the craft rises, so does the FLAME, climbing the fuel
ribbon RIGHT INTO THE SKY and TO THE NEAREST ENGINE which
EXPLODES!
442C ESPERANZA 442C
TURNS at the EXPLOSION in time for a WALL OF FIRE that SHOOTS UP
THE WING and through the cockpit FLOOR, and then he's ON FIRE
AND THEN
443 STUART 443
is BLOWN TO LITTLE PIECES as a FIREBALL BLOWS RIGHT OUT THE DOOR.,
taking all the remaining soldiers with it and then
444 THE PLANE - LONG SHOT 444
It EXPLODES ITSELF, WINGS and TAIL and BODY going nine different
directions!
445 OMITTED 445
446 MCCLANE 446
DIVES for the ground as the explosion ROLLS TOWARDS HIM.
447 IN THE CAB 4471
they watch the FIREBALL in the distance -
448 MCCLANE 448
Gets to his knees, and LOOKS at the huge conflagration.
MCCLANE
(towards the sky)
Honey... there's your landing lights.
CUT TO:
449 INT. HOLLY'S PLANE - COCKPIT 449
Blackness and driven SNOW outside - and then - in an almost
cinematic FADE - through the glass we SEE the BURNING WRECKAGE
-and, more importantly - the LINE OF FIRE RUNNING CLEAN AND
STRAIGHT for almost a mile -
A line right along the runway.
CO-PILOT
Look - !
The pilot grabs controls desperately, trims the plane -
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450 IN THE CABIN - 450
The passengers REACT as they level a bit -
CUT TO:
451 EXT. HER PLANE 451
It descends, a bit erratic, but now it's ALONGSIDE the line of
fire, coming in from the wrong end of the runway, and then the
wheels BOUNCE, once, twice, and then a tire BLOWS but the pilots (X)
HOLD IT as it SWERVES and finally SKIDS TO A HALT, turning onto (X)
the grassy field.
Already we HEAR RESCUE SIRENS.
452 IN THE CAB 452
BARNES
(listening to headset)
One forty is down! They used the
fire to see -
(LAUGHING)
I -they used the fucking fire to see!
AN ENGINEER
They can all do that - let's tell
'EM -
TRUDEAU
They already know. Listen.
And sure enough, there it is - the SOUND of ENGINES -
453 EXT. SKY - LANDING PATTERN 453
And now the lights come down from the sky, in a neat and patient
row, the closest-filling the screen, the others dwindling down to
the size of stars.
454 MCCLANE - ON THE RUNWAY 454
Stumbles along, maybe thinking he's dead or dreaming... IGNORING
the giant PLANE LANDING BESIDE HIM, ignoring the FLAMES beyond
that - His concentration is totally on Holly's plane -now
another giant PLANE SKIDS down behind him - it's an assembly
line, like B-29's coming home from war - then he SEES what he's
praying for - breaks into a RUN -
MCCLANE
Holly - HOLLY -HOLLY!
455 HOLLY - IN PLANE DOOR 455
HEARS this just as she goes down the RESCUE CHUTE, ushed by
Stewardess controlling their own tears -
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CATCHES her at the bottom like a child - CARRIES HER AWAY.
457 THORNBERG - ON THE GROUND 457
groggy, he raises his hands in supplication to the stewardess.
She steps over him, puts her high heels back on - walks off.
CUT TO:
458 THE NEWS 'CHOPPER 458
It CRUNCHES DOWN on the frozen earth near the runway. Sam and
her cameraman hit the ground running. SEE -
459 MCCLANE AND HOLLY 459
embracing - and then she's nursing his wounds, hearing his story-
460 BACK TO SCENE 460
The cameraman brings up his lens.
CAMERAMAN
God, that's beautiful -
SAM
Yeah. It sure is.
And she yanks out his power cord, watches it dreamily.
461 THE AIRFIELD - NIGHT 461
as rolling stairs are put up to the planes and the passengers
pour down the steps into arms of friends, families, loved ones.
461A MCCLANE 461A
Sets Holly down, kisses her - then both TURN at a HONK.
Marvin is there in an airport cart. He looks at the chaos.
MARVIN
Damned if I'm cleaning up this mess.
McClane and Holly get in the cart. Marvin drives them away,
light BLINKING... and we PULLBACK until McClane and Holly are
just part of the crowd.
THE END
