Please tell me what you think of this, I worked hard on making it sound real and genuine. Remember, it’s just the opening so I still have alot more to do. But I’ll post some more tomorrow. Thanks.

DIE HARD 5

Opening Credits
Fade In:
Ext. New York Skyline- Dawn

The city stands in the morning daybreak; distant at first. Sirens can be heard from miles away as we move closer to the landmark buildings and structures. After a few beats, the noise dims to almost silence.

Ext. Times Square- Intersections/Sidewalks

Cars and taxis lag behind one another in heaps of slow moving traffic, as thousands of civilians scurry and dominate sidewalks and crosswalks on route to their homes or work. Other travelers are seen entering/exiting storefronts carrying plastic shopping bags, while the accasional smokers sit on benches puffing their lives away or talking on cellphones. On the corner, the usual street venders attempt to stop people walking buy with the tentalizing aroma of their newest ‘product’. A fairly basic day in the Big Apple.
Cut:

Ext. New Jersey Street- House

A decent-looking bricked house surrounded by a low-level fence. We see a parked blue SUV in the driveway, four-door. On the opposite side rests a grey Toyota Tundra. Some neighborhood kids are exiting their homes with backpacks and heading for the bustop for school. They chat exitedly as they walk, friendly.

Int. Upstairs Bedroom

Sunlight sneaks through a bedroom window, illuminating the shadows more clearly. As we pan across the room, we stop at a nightstand with an alarm clock, digital, sitting atop it. It reads 8:29 am—then changes to 8:30 as music suddenly comes on; It’s My Life by Bon Jovi. Grunts are heard nearby, followed by a hand coming into view and trying to turn off the clock, to no avail.

Voice- (tired, annoyed)- Ah…shi-What in hell is that shit? Fucking hate Jovi…

The voice is of a man laying in bed, apparently trying to sleep. He finally presses the snooze alarm, but the whole device falls off the table to the floor, nearly-broken. At least the song stopped. Hearing this, he slowly gets up with his back turned to us and picks up the radio/clock to check it, then sets it back where it belongs. Groggy, he stands up wearing a faded white tank-top and dark slacks, and walks to the bathroom. Back still turned.

Int. Table- Pictures

As he passes a table, we notice some framed pictures lined up next to each other of a family; a mother, daughter and son. The son and daughter seem to be in their late teens, both with dark hair. The mother looks slightly middle-aged with brown hair and wearing a sweater. They look somewhat happy in the photos. Assumingly, this must be people the man knows very well. Next to the photos lie some framed awards of some importance, but the details of them are hard to see in the dark light. One could read from the Department of National Security.

Int. Bathroom Mirror.

The man enters and turns on the sink faucet, but we only see his mid, somewhat-muscular, torso. As he picks up a red toothbrush and sqeezes toothpast onto it, we pan up just in time as he brings it up to his mouth to reveal…John Mcclane, late-forties, gently brushing his teeth with some paste dripping from his lips. He smirks at this, leans down to spit it out, then raises his head back up to the mirror and looks at himself briefly.

Mcclane-(calmly to himself) Yeah, john. Treat everyday like it’s your last. But don’t kill yourself over fuckin toothpaste. (laughs)

Closing the mirror, he walks out with a towel over his shoulder.

Int. Table

Noticing the photos, Mcclane goes up to the table and picks one up…the family one. Looking at it, he smiles then puts it down and walks away. On the other side, we see various items from his department; his NYPD gold-plated badge, along with his 9mm Beretta handgun, the 12-round clip laying beside it. Now the awards seem clear; they’re Mcclane’s. The DNS award reads; The Department of National Security awards New York City Detective John Mcclane for his heroic display of incredible courage and bravery in the prevention of the hostage situation that took place at Nakatomi Co. on December 24th, 1988 in Las Angeles, California. We thank him sincerely, and hope that further events can be avoided due to many innocent civilians lives that were lost on that evening. We forever acknoweledge your insparation to every law enforcement in this country. Dated 2-21-89.

So?
Well, thanks for the responses at least, LOL. Anyway, I purposely didn’t start the script with action cause I wanted to sorta use the Die Hard 2 formula a little….where Mcclane is seen going about his day but encounters the situation on almost-accident. You know, I felt that this way by describing him in his home, that it would be more proper than just throwing in some action. Sorry, I just wanted some character moment, LOL. I’ll post part 2 today, so come back!

Pfft. You killed it dude.