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John McClane: Welcome to the party, pal!
Sergeant (Al Powell): I'm in Nakatomi Plaza. They're turning my car into Swiss cheese! I need backup assistance now!... NOW, GODDAMMIT, NOW!

MCCLANE:
All right!
Come on, come on...who's in that car, Stevie Wonder?
Where's the f***ing cavalry?

POWELL:
No signs of disturbance
...I'm going up for a closer look.
He pulls in and parks in the front.

EDDIE:
Evening, officer. What's up?

Powell steps in and looks around. Bland HOLIDAY MUZAK filters
from Speakers here. (LET IT SNOW) *
POWELL:
We got an emergency call that there was a problem here.

EDDIE:
We already had that false alarm, you ask me, the Goddamn computers sent you out on another wild goose chase. They been chasing bugs in that system since they installed it.

(to the screen)
Oh, sh*t, come on, I got fifty bucks on you a**holes -- !

MCCLANE:
He makes up his mind. He lifts one of the big chairs and
swings it at the window. The tempered glass whitens on the first blow.

Eddie watches confidently as Powell moves through the lobby
looking for signs of trouble.

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

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

POWELL:

Screw this.

He turns back.

159-C THE BOARD ROOM 159-C

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

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

is in the more enviable position.

160 ON MARCO 160

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

MARCO:

Next time -- don't hesitate.

He leans his machine gun over the edge.

161 MCCLANE 161

aims directly above him and fires twice into the underside

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

who DROPS beside McClane.

MCCLANE:

Thanks for the advice.

162 OUT OUT 162

163 INT. LOBBY - SAME 163

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

POWELL:

Sorry to water your time. Merry

Christmas.

Powell goes out.

164 INT. 34TH FLOOR BOARD ROOM - SAME 164

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

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

MCCLANE:

Oh, man, please, no --

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

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

the body of Marco.

165 INT. POWELL'S POLICE CAR - SAME 165

Powell check in on his radio. Unconsciously he begins to

HUM the Muzak he overheard in the lobby.

POWELL:
One Adam Ten to 6421. We had a wild goose chase on that 436.

POWELL:
Everything's okay here. Over.

DISPATCHER'S VOICE
Roger, One Adam Ten. We thought it
was a crank call anyway. Clear to code eight.

POWELL:
Roger.
(putting the car into gear)
'...let is snow, let it snow, let it snow -- '

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

POWELL:
(terrified)
-- Jesus H. Christ!
(grabbing for his radio)
Suddenly a barrage of MACHINE GUN FIRE from Alexander on the third floor drowns out his call!
Powell ducks and flattens against the seat as bullets blow out the front window, covering him in glass.

DISPATCHER'S VOICE
Roger, One Adam Ten, please repeat.

POWELL:
One Adam Ten, under automatic rifle fire at Nakatomi! Requesting immediate backup and SWAT assistance...

McClane looks down at Powell and grins.
MCCLANE:
Welcome to the party, pal.

POLICE SCANNER:
(various voices)
-- attention all units. Officer pinned down by automatic weapon fire at Nakatomi, Century City request assistant -- (ETC)

POWELL'S VOICE
(intermixed with all this)
-- guys, you want to cut through the red tape?
They practically turned this car into Swiss cheese -- !

- - Die Hard (1988) - John McClane: Welcome to the party, pal! - I Need Backup... GODDAMMIT, NOW