Die Hard 2 (1990)
Hey!
Whoa!
Yo!
False alarm!
Hold it!
It's OK!
I'm here.
Here we are!
It's all right.
- Set it down nice and easy, huh?
- Sure, at the impound.
- Next time, read the sign.
- You don't understand.
I'm here to meet my wife's plane.
Let me have this car.
Sure.
Tomorrow, 8.00 to 4.00.
Pay $40, we give it back.
Don't write it up!
Come on, this is my mother-in-law's car.
She's already mad at me cos I'm not a dentist.
Look, I'm a cop.
LAPD.
Oh, I was in LA once.
Hated it.
I can understand.
I don't like it much...
Hey!
That's a plastic fender up there!
Take it easy!
Cut me some slack, will you?
I was a cop in New York City.
I only moved to LA because my wife took a job there.
What do you say?
Here we are, Washington, DC, the heart of democracy.
One hand washes the other.
Come on, man.
It's Christmas.
So ask Santa Claus to give you another car.
Merry Christmas, pal.
It's all yours, Murray.
Son of a bitch.
(pager) (children singing) "Carol Of The Bells" Yeah, I know that, Larry.
(TV) Snowflurries along the northeastern seaboard...
Hi.
Where are the telephones?
- Over there.
- Thank you very much.
(TV) Leonard Adkins is in a warmer clime...
..with a story that grows hotter by the minute.
Security was tight today at Escalan airport in Valverde,...
..where government authorities report...
..that deposed general Ramon Esperanza...
..will be delivered for extradition to the United States.
Only two years ago, General Esperanza...
..led his country's army in a campaign against communist insurgents,...
..a campaign fought with American money and advisers.
Esperanza's fall from power caused ripples...
..in his country's recent election, and closer to home as well,...
..when high-ranking Pentagon officials were charged...
..with supplying him with weapons despite the Congressional ban.
Evidence that Esperanza's forces...
..violated the neutrality of neighbouring countries...
..made Congress withhold funds.
Esperanza is accused of replacing the funds...
..by cocaine smuggling.
(beeping) Although Esperanza was removed as commander in chief this year,...
..the agreement to extradite him was only reached yesterday.
Washington insiders say a phone call made it happen,...
..a phone call from a...
(pager) All right, all right.
If I could find a phone, I'd call you, whoever you are.
Bye.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
This is Lieutenant McClane.
Somebody there beep me?
- I'd like to think I'm somebody.
- Honey!
Where are you?
Did you land yet?
It's the nineties, remember?
Microchips, microwaves, faxes, air phones.
As far as I'm concerned, progress peaked with frozen pizza.
Listen, um, we're going to be about half an hour late landing, OK?
I just wanted to let you know.
The kids OK?
They'll lose their minds from all the sugar your parents give them.
Did Mom give you a hard time about borrowing her new car?
No.
Not yet.
Listen, honey, when you land, can we just, like, you know,...
..rent a car, check into a hotel, leave the kids with your parents?
Order some room service?
A bottle of champagne, what do you say?
You're on, Lieutenant.
I'll see you in about half an hour, honey.
I love you.
Bye.
Isn't technology wonderful?
My husband doesn't think so.
Well, I do.
I used to carry around those awful Mace things.
Now...
I zap any bastard that screws with me.
I tried it on my little dog.
Poor thing limped for a week.
Excuse me.
Well, you look really familiar to me.
I get that a lot.
I've been on TV.
Yeah.
Me, too.
- Grab the tools, will you?
- You got it.
(TV) This is Amy Nichole, live from Escalan airport,...
..where deposed general Ramon Esperanza...
..has just arrived under heavy guard.
The deposed dictator's mood seems jubilant.
- He is waving to the crowd,...
(knocking) ..as if running for political office.
..thousands of political prisoners, including the new president.
There's no doubt he still has...
..some ardent supporters both here and abroad.
Rumours abound on Capitol Hill that there were...
- Yeah?
- Sir, we're checking our equipment.
Any problems with the conduit line?
I don't know anything about that.
- Would you mind if we take a look?
- Help yourself.
It don't seem right somehow, closing down this church.
The parish is going to keep on using it, but it won't be the same.
Been here a lot of years, and I've been right here with it.
Yeah, I kind of feel like...
..a piece of me is dying with this church.
Well, you're right about that.
(g*nshots) (TV) ..cocaine smuggling and bribing government officials.
He certainly doesn't show it,...
..but no matter how high his spirits,...
..they can't hide the fact that the US w*r on dr*gs has taken its first prisoner.
This is Buckwheat.
The clubhouse is open.
(TV) Here at Dulles, the quiet men from the Justice Department...
..will handcuff the man who symbolises the enemy...
..in America's fight against cocaine.
That battle maybe almost won, but the w*r is still in doubt.
Samantha Coleman, WNTW, for Night-Time News.
- Roger that, Colonel.
Out.
(beep) That was the Colonel.
Everyone's in position.
How's the weather?
We got flurries all along the Virginia coast.
New storm front coming in from the northeast.
- God loves the infantry.
- Amen.
Carry out your assignments.
- 15.51.
Mark.
- Check.
Later.
Adios.
Hey, it's cold out there, man!
I stomped my feet for five minutes.
Two cappuccinos.
Make it fast.
- Scotch straight up, please.
- Excuse me, officers.
This may sound like a wild-goose chase, but I think I saw...
Saw what?
Elvis.
Elvis Presley.
f*cking tourists.
Ought to be a law.
There's a lot from the Justice Department here.
- Is there a reason for that?
- Just routine.
- Just routine?
- Yes.
- Any comment, sir?
- Not now.
Thank you, sir.
Thanks.
Hey, that's Colonel Stuart over there.
Got a little problem with personnel.
Last-minute replacement.
How's the security here?
Like we figured...
a joke.
Colonel Stuart, could we have a few words?
You can have two: f*ck and you.
No pictures, you pinko bitch.
Old news.
Oh!
Damn it!
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Hey, man.
- What is it?
- You got a key for this door?
Yeah.
Why?
Because I want you to open it up, that's why.
- Is there a cop on duty around here?
- The airport police.
Go get them.
(laughing) (man) Hand me the wrench.
- Going to work overtime.
- (man #2) Good idea.
OK, hold that end.
Watch it, man.
All right.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Good to go.
Hey!
It's a restricted area.
What's the matter?
- Couldn't wait for the skycap?
- We work here.
Let's see some ID.
(sniggers) - Sure.
No problem.
Oh, jeez.
f*ck!
What is this, a tag team?
Agh!
(screaming) You say he came in here and flashed a badge?
Yeah.
He said to bring you guys back here.
Ugh!
Agh!
Aagh!
Aagh!
Aagh!
(glass breaks) (bicycle bell rings) Fucker!
Freeze!
Nice guess, assh*le.
I'm a cop.
That was the bad guy.
Where's your ID?
On its way to Cleveland?
No, you did not explain anything.
You just shoved me back here into this cattle car.
Sir, you were told we were overbooked.
Fine.
Done.
I accept that.
But why can't I get the first-class meal my network paid for?
- Do you know who I am?
- Yes.
We've seen your programme.
Your episode, "Flying Junkyards", was an objective look at air traffic safety.
It wasn't nearly as edifying as "Bimbos Of The Sky", was it Connie?
You think you're funny.
You think you're funny.
Fine.
I've got your number.
And I've got yours.
So park it, sir.
Fine.
Stewardess.
Mr Thornberg,...
..you cannot monopolise my time.
You cannot put me near that woman.
Excuse me?
He means he's filed a restraining order against me.
I'm not allowed within 50 feet of him.
So by keeping me in this section, you are violating a court order.
I can sue you and this airline.
That woman assaulted me, and she humiliated me in public.
What did you do?
Knocked out two of his teeth.
Would you like some champagne?
Sorry, Officer McClane.
I had to check.
Here's your piece and shield back.
Thanks.
(reporter) Over here, officer!
We understand that there was sh**ting.
..the presence of Justice Department officials?
Jesus!
What the f*ck are you people...
What are you doing?
This is a crime scene.
You got to seal this area off.
That's up to the captain.
Maybe you better take me up to the captain, then, huh?
- Where's Cochrane?
- He didn't make it.
You're late.
We ran into trouble, Colonel.
Some cop... k*lled Cochrane.
I barely got away, sir.
Did you accomplish your mission?
Yes, sir, but...
Cochrane, sir.
Well, then the damage is minimal.
The penalty could be severe.
You fail me again, and the chamber won't be empty.
Dismissed.
Miss.
Miss.
I can't find my dog.
- Miss.
My dog.
- One minute, ma'am.
I want you to fill out this form.
(knock on door) Who is it?
Come in.
- Captain Lorenzo?
- Yeah.
- I'm John McClane...
- Yeah, I know who you are.
You're the assh*le that just broke seven FAA and five district regulations...
..running around my airport with a g*n, sh**ting at people.
What do you call that sh*t?
Self-defence.
What, you think that LA badge...
..is going to get you a free lunch or something around here?
Maybe a little professional courtesy.
Huh!
In an airport on Christmas week?
You've got to be kidding.
OK, f*ck courtesy.
How about being professional?
Your boys just walked away from a crime scene.
You can't wrap this up in ten minutes.
You got to seal the area off, dust for prints...
Hey, don't lecture me, hotshot.
I know what I'm doing.
We're going to dust it down.
We'll take all the pictures.
We'll sweep for fibres.
When will you do this?
After 400 people go through?
You'd be lucky to get a print from one of your people.
- Shut down that area...
- Oh, shut the area down.
It's that simple, huh?
Just shut the area down?
Yeah, and I got everybody from the Shriners' convention...
..to the g*dd*mn Boy Scouts in here!
I got lost kids, lost dogs...
Not now!
Later!
I got international diplomats.
I got a f*cking reindeer flying in here from the f*cking petting zoo!
But John McClane, he's got a little problem.
Let's shut down the whole f*cking airport!
What do you think they'll say upstairs when I tell them that?
Phone and find out.
I don't need f*cking forensics to tell me this was some punk stealing luggage!
Luggage?
That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me.
That's a porcelain g*n made in Germany.
It doesn't show up on airport x-ray machines...
..and costs more than you make in a month.
You'd be surprised what I make in a month.
If it's more than $1.98...
Hey, McClane, don't start believing your own press, huh?
Yeah, I know all about you and that Nakatomi thing in LA.
But just cos the TV thinks you're hot sh*t, that don't make it so.
Look, you are in my little pond now,...
..and I am the big fish that runs it.
So you capped some lowlife.
Fine.
I'll send your f*cking captain in LA a f*cking commendation!
Now, get the hell out of my office...
..before I have you thrown out of my g*dd*mn airport!
Hey, Carmine, let me ask you something.
What sets off the metal detectors first: the lead in your ass or the sh*t in your brains?
Fat f*ck.
(man) Any ID on this guy?
(man #2) That's somebody else's problem.
Your car's ready.
Sign right here.
I need to borrow this and this.
I'll bring it right back.
Hey!
Hey!
Yo!
Hold up!
Yo!
Hold up, boys.
Hold up.
We got to check something.
- What are you doing?
- Pretty gruesome f*cking job.
All the confusion in there, forgot to get this clown's prints.
Ew!
Christ.
You're supposed to do that at the morgue.
Not anymore.
Got a new SOP for DOAs from the FAA.
(laughs) I don't think this one's going to make it.
Thanks a lot.
(speaks Spanish) (groans) (rings) Powell here.
Take that Twinkie out of your mouth and grab a pencil.
(laughs) Hey, John, how are you doing?
Holly stood me up a day and I'm here alone in DC...
..with my in-laws.
Eh, the old in-laws, huh?
They do love their policemen son-in-laws.
Listen, Al, what is the fax machine number there at the station?
Uh...
I want to send you something.
Excuse me.
You and faxes?
This is a first.
Holly told me I should wake up and smell the nineties.
- This way?
- No.
That way.
- Wait.
It's upside-down.
- It doesn't matter.
OK, here it comes.
I'm sending you something now.
Hold on a second, cowboy.
Fingerprints?
We've got an unidentified stiff here.
I've circled the whorls in pen in case the transmission's fuzzy.
Run it through State and Federal, and if you can, Interpol.
Will do.
Well, what's this about?
Oh, just a feeling I have.
Ouch.
When you get those feelings, insurance companies start to go bankrupt.
Listen, the, uh, fax number is...
On the top of the transmission...
On the top of the transmission you just got.
Oh, an airport, huh?
You're not pissing in somebody's pool, are you?
(laughs) Yeah, and I'm fresh out of chlorine.
Just as this storm starts breaking,...
..the satellite will feed up and drop the other shoe.
Look at this new front moving in.
Makes its baby brother look like chicken sh*t.
I can sand down the runway and run the ploughs between landings...
..if you downshift them, give me time to work.
You got it.
All right, everyone.
Let's slow down our birds before we get a parking lot over our heads.
The line starts at the Mississippi,...
..and they better start taking numbers.
Can I get you another?
No, thank you.
I only have to look at his face for another 20 minutes.
(PA) Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking.
I've just been informed by Dulles traffic control...
..that there's a weather front ahead of us.
We maybe up here a little while longer.
Thank you.
On second thoughts...
(rings) - Al?
Hey, I'm right here, partner.
Your stiff's dossier is coming through now.
- What can you tell me about him?
- He's dead.
You needed a computer to figure that out?
No, no.
You don't follow me.
According to the Department Of Defence, he's been dead for two years.
What?
That's right.
Sergeant Oswald Cochrane.
American adviser in Honduras.
k*lled in a helicopter accident 5-11-88.
Officer.
Read between the lines, and I'd say it looks like a lot of black-bag stuff.
Yeah, I see it.
- All right, Al.
Thanks a lot.
- Hey, any time.
OK.
Say, I close in about an hour.
Maybe we can go get a drink?
Just the fax, ma'am.
Just the fax.
Hey, wait a second.
I see somebody.
I'll call you back.
The ghost of Christmas past.
Nakatomi?
LA?
You're John McClane, right?
- Who are you?
- Sam Coleman.
WNTW News.
Excuse me.
Give me a break.
I saw the stiff.
Word is that was your handiwork.
No.
I only do needlepoint.
Great.
National just shut down.
Totally iced.
They'll send us their planes.
Happy, happy holiday.
The worst part, Mr Trudeau, was the press.
They were here for the Esperanza story,...
..so they got it right on the f*cking news, bloodstains and all.
I'd like to lock every damn reporter out of the airport,...
..but they'd pull that freedom-of-speech crap on us.
Then the ACLU would be all over us.
m*rder on television.
Hell of a start for Christmas week.
What is it?
A g*ng thing like last time?
Only if your gangs get their training at Fort Bragg.
- Who the hell is this?
- Uh-uh, McClane.
- I'm a police officer...
- In an unauthorised area.
LA, Mr Trudeau, don't mean sh*t.
That's what I said about my last cholesterol test.
So what's your problem, Lieutenant McClane?
I'm sure Captain Lorenzo explained...
..the minor fracas with the minor thieves.
Maybe he can explain this.
All systems tapped, Colonel.
Fire it up.
H minus five minutes.
Stand by.
OK, we've got a body in the morgue that seems to have d*ed twice.
Assuming it's not a computer error, what do we assume?
That somebody's about to f*ck with this airport.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I know we're dummies up here, so give us a taste of your genius.
This is a hijacking, a robbery or what?
- Look, I'm not sure...
- Oh, he's not sure.
I'm stunned(!) I got to lie down.
Only professionals go to this much trouble.
Not luggage thieves and not punks.
- Professional at what?
- What the f*ck do you think this is?
The safety patrol?
This is the rsum of a professional mercenary.
The world's biggest drug dealer is due here.
You need a slide rule to solve this,...
..or another body in a bag before you ask questions?
You're the one that gave us that f*cking body.
Remember that.
Yeah, I remember that.
Lorenzo, have all your shift commanders report in.
Now.
You're not buying into this?!
They're to report anything unusual, however trivial.
Got that?
Yeah, I got it.
- Oh, my God!
- What?
- The runways.
- What the hell?
- They're shutting down.
- Jesus Christ.
Go to emergency lighting now.
Emergency.
We are in a code yellow.
Backup systems won't come up.
- Shunt to another terminal.
- Bobby, what have you got?
- Nothing.
The network is down.
- Should we call the power company?
We're on the same g*dd*mn grid.
We're hot.
(radio) Dulles, what's going on?
I'm on approach.
- Maintain position.
Repeat.
- What's going on down there?
Roger.
We're on it.
- We're unable right now.
Delay.
- Fuji 604.
Execute published missed-approach procedure and hold.
TWA 23, unable to clear you for approach at this time.
Climb to and maintain one zero thousand.
I've checked all systems.
It ain't happening.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
- What's it look like?
- Approach control, it's gone.
Jesus!
Instrument landing system is down.
Confirmed.
ILS is dead.
Every g*dd*mn system's dead.
And INMAC monitors are down.
Attention all controllers.
Attention.
We have a code-red alert.
(PA) Every aircraft approaching our sector...
..and not already in our landing pattern...
..gets diverted to their alternate airport.
Everyone already on approach or inside our pattern...
..holds at the outer markers.
Stack 'em, pack 'em, and rack 'em.
Move.
Get someone on it!
(beeping) All right.
Not a word of this leaves this room.
There must be 15,000 people in this airport,...
..and we don't need panic.
We just bought ourselves maybe two hours.
After that, planes low on fuel won't be circling.
They'll be dropping on the White House lawn.
McClane, is this what you expected?
No.
This is just the beginning.
(beeping) FAA hot line.
How could they know already?
They can't.
Maybe it's the boys who pulled your plugs.
Put it on speaker.
(speaker) Attention, Dulles tower.
Attention.
They say blind men become very attentive by way of compensation.
Now that you're blind and deaf, I think I've got your attention.
I'm aware your recorders are active, so I'll be quick.
You can play me back later to your heart's content.
How did you get on this line?
Who is this?
Who I am is unimportant.
What I want...
Well, if you don't want those planes to start splashing into the Potomac...
..as they run out of fuel, what I want is very important.
A plane will be landing at this airport in 58 minutes.
It is FM-1: Foreign m*llitary One.
- I'm sure you are aware of the nature...
- Esperanza?
..of this flight, the importance of its cargo.
This plane will not be met by anyone.
It will land on a runway of my designation,...
..where it will remain isolated and unapproached.
That will conclude my interest in this aircraft...
..and your responsibility for it.
At the same time, I want a 747 cargo conversion,...
..fully fuelled...
..and placed at my disposal.
You have two more minutes to advise inbound aircraft...
..to hold at their outer radio marker.
After that, you will be able to receive only.
Any attempt to restore your systems, will be met...
..by severe penalties.
He's bluffing.
Damn it, you can't do this.
I am doing this.
OK, listen up.
I need you to punch up a code 15.
I got an idea, and I need your help.
If Esperanza gets to a country...
..with no extradition treaties, we're f*cked.
They're talking to us on our own system.
They got to be close.
My men will tear this airport apart.
Just in the nick of time, huh?
I got a first-class unit here, SWAT team and all.
We don't need any Monday-morning quarterbacks.
My wife's on one of the planes they're f*cking with!
So I'm on the playing field.
If you'd have moved your fat ass before, we wouldn't be deep in sh*t now.
That's it.
Security.
You're out of here.
Mr Trudeau, there are FAA regulations...
..regarding unauthorised personnel in the control tower!
We just have to find a way to transmit.
Somebody want to run to Radio Shack for a transmitter?
We have one - the terminal wing they're building.
..all with reservation computers in a nice antenna arrangement.
- See Mr McClane out.
- You got no business being up here.
Everything we need is by the annexe skywalk...
..just sitting there, waiting to go on line.
Goddammit, Trudeau, you're dealing with pros.
You can't f*ck with these people!
Sam Coleman.
WNTW News.
There are a lot of rumours flying around.
No way.
No way, lady.
Hell, no.
No.
This is off limits, Coleman.
(Captain) Get them out of here!
Anything you can think of, they'll think of, too!
Get your f*cking hands off me.
(Captain) Just get them out of here.
Lobby security,...
- ..come in.
- Tomalson here.
This is Captain Lorenzo.
We've two unauthorised personnel in the tower.
Would you get your thumb out of your ass?
Get them out of the elevator, or you'll get a pink slip for Christmas.
g*dd*mn!
Anything who can think of?
Can't f*ck with who?
sh*t.
Hang on over there.
- What for?
- Just hang on!
Big drug dealer on his way to prison.
Gunfight at airport.
Every controller in the coffee shop getting beeped,...
..and you rocking the boat.
Connection?
Come on, McClane.
Just a few words.
OK, just a few words.
f*ck off.
Thanks, but I already got that from Colonel Stuart.
Stuart.
The guy that got canned by Congress.
That's who he was.
Who he who?
What?
Hey...
Shh!
It's OK, I've done this before.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Where's the other one?
- Claustrophobic, I guess.
It's a VHF system, but the planes are so close, it's OK.
I can rig our frequency in 30 minutes, and wire in a crossover.
Even the planes wouldn't know the difference.
Get what you need.
Borrow.
Steal.
k*ll.
I want my SWAT team to go with him as cover.
Whatever we can think of, they can think of, too.
Oh, man.
I can't f*cking believe this.
Another basement.
Another elevator.
How can the same sh*t happen to the same guy twice?
(distant music) (What the f*ck?)
# Old Cape Cod #
# If you like the taste of a lobster stew #
# Served by a window with an ocean view #
# You're sure to fall in love with Old Cape Cod #
Who are you?
I'm Marvin.
Marvin.
I'm Marvin.
I thought you was trying to steal my records.
I'm just the janitor.
This is Dulles approach to all aircraft...
..holding at "Potomac" vortex.
We are experiencing some technical problems.
Weather conditions, which have deteriorated...
..have now been complicated by an unforeseen human factor.
This has affected all of our electronic equipment...
..and their redundant backups.
As a result, our nav and approach systems are down.
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 soon as we're back on line,...
..we'll expedite your landings on a fuel-emergency basis.
Good luck.
God bless.
OK, change the boards.
(muttering) (phone rings) Hey, stand back.
- The skywalk annexe.
- No!
The annexe skywalk.
It's the last thing I heard before they kicked me out.
Well, let me see here, now.
Well, this must be it right there.
See?
That's the raised platform and there's the new terminal.
There's your skywalk.
g*dd*mn bottleneck.
Nice place for an ambush.
What's the fastest way you can get me out to that spot?
This kind of thing wasn't in my job description.
- Mr Barnes, we'll watch your back.
- Yeah?
Who watches yours?
Main ventilation duct.
Ventilation duct...
..and bingo.
Just once,...
..I'd like a regular, normal Christmas.
Eggnog, a f*cking Christmas tree,...
..a little turkey.
But, no!
I got to crawl around in this mother f*cking tin can!
We're in the annexe skywalk.
I can see the array.
I'll give you a call for a protocol test when it's hot.
That's all for now.
(Barnes) Sergeant, we need more equipment.
I'd like to send one of your guys for it.
Right, sir.
You got it.
What the hell?
What the hell's going on?
Hey!
Put that back on!
Hey, assh*le, what do I look like to you?
A sitting duck.
Take him!
sh*t!
Damn it.
I hate it when I'm right.
Look out!
Get down!
Aagh!
Aagh!
(g*nf*re) (g*nf*re stops) Stay down!
f*ck!
Come on.
f*cking son of a bitch.
Aagh!
sh*t.
Agh!
Ugh!
I'm going to kick your f*cking ass.
- Jeez.
- You all right?
Yeah.
But the antenna array,...
I got to get to it and set it up.
Get down!
(g*dd*mn) Bait.
Jerk us off.
Make Lorenzo sacrifice his best men.
Make you waste your time,...
..time we don't have.
I think you're closer than 50 yards.
So's that airplane.
Practically.
Yeah.
There's quite a few of them.
It looks like a regular traffic jam.
There's nothing regular about it.
See?
You're intrigued.
That's my gift, Mrs McClane.
I notice things.
Things other people wouldn't see.
That's how I make people curious.
Don't you mean nauseous?
Look.
The people have a right to know everything about everybody.
You got in the way of that.
Listen, buster.
You endangered my children.
You didn't do it for anything as noble as the people.
The only time you see the people,...
..is when you look down to see what you're stepping on.
Me?
Yeah, I'll live.
But Lorenzo's SWAT team is dead,...
..and the antenna array is gone.
(beeping) - Didn't you see it?!
It's hard looking for a new miracle.
(Barnes) Hold for a minute.
I'll be right back.
Hold for a second.
Something's going on.
Yeah.
Just hold on for a minute.
I say again, annexe team, give us a sitrep.
Annexe team, come in.
Do you copy?
It's got a scrambler on it.
Can you do anything with it?
No.
This scramble mode must activate on this code panel.
Even if we scan their frequency, we can't listen in.
- These guys are pros.
- So are you.
Break the code.
I want to hear what these bastards are saying.
This is a ten-digit control panel.
Six-digit read-out.
Hell, there could be a million combinations.
Next time you k*ll one of these guys, get him to enter the code first.
Yeah.
Sir, we just monitored a call from their Chief Engineer.
We took out their SWAT team, completely.
You were right.
They went for the antenna array.
- We're on schedule.
- Losing our team wasn't part of the plan.
Attention, Dulles tower.
Attention, Dulles control tower.
Mr Trudeau, I know you're listening.
- Unfortunately, you're not obeying.
- Try me face to face.
You were warned not to restore your systems.
You've wasted lives and precious time on a futile and obvious target.
Now you're going to pay the penalty.
I've got five dead officers, Colonel Stuart.
Isn't that penalty enough?
McClane, keep out of this.
You've been a pain...
(Stuart) Oh, McClane.
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.
Hey, Colonel, blow me.
How much drug money is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?
Cardinal Richelieu said it best: "Treason is merely a matter of dates".
This country's got to learn it can't keep cutting the legs off...
..of men like General Esperanza.
Men who have the guts to stand up against communist aggression.
And lesson one starts with k*lling policemen?
What's lesson two, the neutron b*mb?
No.
I think we can find something in between.
Watch this.
Give me a flight number.
One that's low on fuel.
Windsor 114.
Transatlantic from London.
Fuel t*nk's dry as a martini.
Activate the ILS landing system, but recalibrate sea level...
..minus 200 feet.
Oh, Jesus!
They've reset ground level, minus 200 feet.
(Stuart) Windsor flight 114.
This is Dulles approach.
Do you copy?
Dulles approach, this is Windsor 114.
- Where the devil have you been?
- Windsor 114.
We've been right here all along, old buddy.
Our systems have only just came back on line.
Windsor 114, you are cleared for ILS approach,...
..runway two-niner.
Contact Dulles tower frequency at the outer marker.
Jesus Christ, he's gonna crash the plane!
Roger, approach, and about time.
I've got 230 people up here flying on petrol fumes.
Roger, 114.
Understand.
- Calibrate Dulles altimeter...
- Oh, Jesus.
They'll fly right into the concrete.
Son of a bitch!
Why are they listening to him?
- It's our frequency!
- Dulles, this is Windsor 114.
Barnes!
This is Dulles tower.
We have radar contact...
- Give me your coat!
- Windsor 114, standby...
What are you going to do?
Whatever I can.
Ladies and gentlemen, we've started our descent.
We're sorry for the inconvenience,...
..but we'll all be on the ground shortly.
Thank you.
Please keep your seat belts on.
We've made arrangements for your next flight,...
..so you won't miss it, OK?
In your seat, please.
Come on, in your seat.
Oh, hey.
We're just like British Rail, love.
We may be late, but we get you there.
Don't worry.
Good luck, McClane!
(beeping) Dulles, this is Windsor 114 inside the outer marker.
Roger, 114.
This is Dulles tower.
We have radar contact and show you on ILS.
You're in the glide path and looking good.
There's somebody out there!
It's McClane.
Christ.
Approach flaps.
Approach flaps.
- Approach speed 140.
- Approach speed 140.
- 130.
- 130.
Altitude 1,000 feet.
(radio) Fire and rescue.
Roll everything onto runway two-niner!
(aircraft captain) Ref speed plus 20.
Looking good, Windsor.
Now, watch it.
and the runway is icy.
Attaboy.
We've got you.
We've got you.
Pull it up!
Jesus!
- Aagh!
We're going to die!
- We've got you.
God.
m*therf*cker.
m*therf*cker.
(man) Oh, Jesus.
That concludes our object lesson for this evening.
If the 747 we requested is ready on time...
..and General Esperanza's plane arrives unmolested,...
..further lessons can be avoided.
Out.
(woman crying) (sirens) (yelling) We got no sign of survivors down here.
It's a g*dd*mn nightmare.
Hey, Nelson!
Come here.
Barnes!
We've got to warn those planes there's a lunatic pretending he's the tower.
- Get me on the air.
- How?
You figure it out!
Here's the manifest.
McClane, I know how you must feel.
I wanted to help those people.
I was pretty g*dd*mn useless.
We called the government for help.
They're going to send in a Special army unit.
A counterterrorist team.
Your wife's plane...
They're still broadcasting, even though we can't answer.
They're going to run out of fuel in 90 minutes.
Listen, d*ck.
That is your name(?) d*ck.
If you're going to continue to get this close,...
..could you switch aftershaves?
Anything else?
Stronger mouthwash might be nice.
(TV) And here's Sam Coleman reporting live from the accident.
Colonel, they've done everything we've anticipated...
..so far.
(TV) But still there has been no official word.
Despite the fact that only one runway has been closed due to the tragedy,...
..several dozen airliners are visible, endlessly circling the field.
Other reports say there was trouble in the tower before the crash...
..and that that may have contributed to it.
With weather conditions worsening,...
..the problem here and in the sky will grow.
I'm Samantha Coleman at Dulles International Airport.
Victor.
Victor.
- Victor.
- Yeah, what's up?
Did you pack the radio mikes from the sh**t or are they here?
I wouldn't let those assholes check them in!
I love you.
Give me one of the receivers.
Can you tune into the cockpit frequency?
- Yeah.
Why?
- I want to hear what's going on.
Should be right here on our band.
Nothing.
You said it would work.
Is it working or not?
It is working, but all I'm getting is some kind of airport beacon.
It's weird.
It's like the tower isn't there.
Stay on it.
Let me know when there is something there.
OK.
Major Grant.
We're Blue Light.
Rollins, Department Of Justice.
Trudeau, Chief Of Air Operations.
Lorenzo, Terminal Police.
You want something, you got it.
This is it?
One f*cking platoon?
One crisis, one platoon.
Who are you?
John McClane.
McClane, you showed some balls out there, man.
Yeah.
Now show some good sense.
Let the pros handle this.
I think the pros are on the wrong team tonight.
Isn't Colonel Stuart one of your men?
No, not anymore, he's not.
We're here to take Colonel Stuart down.
And we will take him down.
I served with him.
I taught him everything he knows.
Well, maybe he's learned a few more things since then.
Let's hustle!
The command post will be set up in the airport police station.
I want to be tied into the tower in 15 minutes.
All right, let's do it!
Hey, Trudeau.
Did things just get better or worse?
Lights.
Big, portable lights.
We set up the field, and then we...
Wait for those lunatics to sh**t them out?
Where do we get those lights?
What about the air phone idea?
There's 18 planes up there.
Only five of them have those phones.
We got through to three.
We're trying the others.
That's 13 potential accidents.
Are they still bucking headwinds?
Headwinds are slamming everybody over the outer marker.
The planes with enough fuel...
..have been shunted to Atlanta, Memphis and Nashville.
Outer marker.
Damn!
The outer marker!
It's a beacon, right?
It sends out this beep beep beep...
..so they know they're over it.
- So?
- Who says that signal has to beep?
We switch the frequency from the tower to the one in the beacon.
We pump up the wattage.
We can talk to our planes, and those bastards who did this won't know!
Traced the signal.
Found it in the luggage area.
They've been tapped into your tower chatter all night.
Punks stealing luggage, huh, Carmine?
- How you doing, Telford?
- No good.
I called Lang.
They'll have a portable decoder here in two hours.
My wife doesn't have two hours.
I was put on Grant's team yesterday.
The regular guy got appendicitis.
Word is, nobody's better at this than Major Grant.
Attention!
Except maybe Colonel Stuart.
I want to hear about the plane those bastards asked for.
Then I'll fill you in on my orders.
Pilots' Briefing Room.
Now!
Keep working.
Albertson.
With me.
No civilians.
- What the f*ck... ?
- What is it?
The outer marker beeper.
It isn't beeping.
It's talking.
(radio) Attention, all air craft in Dulles landing pattern.
This is Chief Engineer, Leslie Barnes.
I have been authorised to brief you in full.
At this time, this is the only channel available to us.
Here is the situation.
Approximately two hours ago...
Get a load of this.
Do not accept instructions claiming to be from our tower...
..unless you hear your flight recorder access code.
- The t*rrorists have got all...
- Holy sh*t!
- ..our systems and...
- Get this on tape!
..have control of everything except this channel.
Give us a second here, please.
This channel is secure.
Your own transmissions are not.
Do not attempt to reply on your own frequencies to this broadcast.
These people have already caused one crash...
- ..by impersonating our tower.
- Jesus.
Repeat.
The t*rrorists have cut off...
..the two systems that allow you to land: field lights for a visual landing and the ILS for an instrument.
A Special US Army unit is here, preparing to take out the t*rrorists.
- My God.
- Don't accept any instructions...
- Yo, Marvin.
- Hey, you interested in a nice coat?
No.
It never looked good on me anyway.
You've got to get me to the Pilots' Briefing Room.
I've got to hear what they're saying.
- Which map gets me in there?
- Don't touch it!
Don't touch it!
- Find the map, Marvin.
- I'll find it.
You'll mess up my whole damn filing system.
Pilots' Briefing Room, I think that's in the main terminal.
So would that be under "P" for Pilots' Briefing Room?
- Now, Marvin!
- Or maybe under "M" for Miscellaneous.
(beeping) - Oh, sh*t!
(radio) Request permission to reduce sentry duty to 30-minute rotation.
My men are getting cold and antsy.
Over.
This is Colonel Stuart.
Assemble the men not on watch for a briefing.
- Roger.
- What's the matter?
Oh!
Gentlemen,...
..tonight the pattern ends.
The dominoes will fall no more,...
..and the ramparts will remain upright.
Sir, General Esperanza's plane is on the scope.
Attention, Dulles tower.
We will be lighting up a runway.
Do not, repeat, do not attempt to land any planes.
Remember, we're monitoring you.
What do we do?
Obey.
Dulles tower to Foxtrot Michael One.
Dulles tower...
..to Foxtrot Michael One.
This is Foxtrot Michael One, Dulles.
We read you.
Over.
Foxtrot Michael One, you are to come in on runway...
..1-5, repeat, 1-5.
I found it on the floor, by the coat, next to the luggage belt.
What the hell you so excited for?
The code's still punched into this one.
You like it, huh?
How about giving me 20 bucks for it?
How about I let you live?
The man knows how to bargain.
This is contrary to our instructions.
We are to land at runway 1-0,...
..where we are to be met by representatives of your Justice...
Captain, please tell the tower you will proceed as ordered.
Roger, Dulles.
Proceeding to runway 1-5.
(yelling) (g*nshots) Foxtrot Michael One.
Come in, please.
What are you going to do now?
Are you going to sh**t me?
So who will fly the plane?
Don't worry about it.
It's not your problem.
(plane descending) Michael One.
Do you copy?
Foxtrot Michael One.
Come in, please.
(beep) (beeping) Eagle Nest.
This is Falcon.
Mayday.
Eagle Nest.
This is Falcon.
Mayday!
Go ahead, Falcon.
I've lost cabin pressure.
Near-zero visibility.
I must drop out of this weather and land now,...
..on the first accessible runway.
Repeat.
I've lost cabin pressure.
Near-zero visibility.
I must drop out of the storm.
I can land, but I must land now, on the first outgoing runway.
Repeat.
I cannot circle around to runway 1-5.
I'll make you a deal, Marvin.
Show me a shortcut to those runways,..
..and I'll get you a liner for that coat.
Repeat.
I cannot circle around to runway 1-5.
(sh*t) Stand by, Falcon.
Here, sir.
He's coming in from the ocean.
(Esperanza) A b*llet has damaged my instruments.
I'm not sure of my bearings,...
..and I must make a visual landing immediately.
- Do you copy, Eagle Nest?
- Roger, Falcon.
(radio) That would be 2-5 right.
Repeat.
2-5 right.
Make up your f*cking mind!
We are just up to our ass in t*rrorists again, John.
Affirmative.
2-5 right.
Over.
I've got to quit smoking cigarettes.
(Esperanza) Thank you for telling me, Eagle Nest.
But if you could show it to me as well,...
..I would be grateful.
I see the lights.
They are directly in front of me.
Gracias, compadre.
Reducing airspeed.
Approaching runway.
- Wish me luck.
- Roger, Falcon.
We copy.
We'll have you in five minutes.
That's right, assh*le.
We'll have you in five minutes.
(Stuart) I see your lights.
ETA 90 seconds.
Come to papa, scumbag.
(groans) Oh, sh*t!
No!
Freedom.
Not yet.
(cocks g*n) You should stay in your seat until the plane reaches the terminal.
No frequent-flier mileage for you.
- Who are you?
- A cop.
- A cop?
- Yeah, one of the good guys.
You're one of the bad guys.
Now I've got your sorry ass, I'm going to trade it for my wife.
(g*nf*re) Sit down!
Go in!
- Where did he go?
- In there.
(Esperanza) I don't believe this.
Two months of planning,...
..and you can't anticipate one pendejo of a cop.
- Come on, General.
- Where is Colonel Stuart?
- General!
- I'm all right.
He said he was a policeman.
I thought you had this place secured.
- He went in the cockpit.
- He's going to hell!
McClane!
I assume it's you, McClane.
You're quite a little soldier.
You can consider this a m*llitary funeral!
Aaagh!
- How many grenades we got?
- Three each!
Use them!
Oh, f*ck.
Go!
Aaagh!
Oh, sh*t!
You lucky f*ck.
(sirens) Fire trucks, sir.
Fall back to the church.
Now!
Where's the f*cking door?
(beep) They're getting a little nervous back there.
In fact, so am I.
We're over Washington.
See if you can get any TV to settle them down.
Works for me.
I'll...
(beeping) Writing your acceptance speech for the video sleaze awards?
- Try Pulitzer.
- (PA) Ladies and gentlemen,...
..while waiting to land, we are turning on local Washington TV.
The sound is on channel three.
OK.
OK, OK.
Please, sir, we may land at any moment.
- If you'll take your seat...
- I'm going to be sick.
- I'm going to be sick.
- Sir, the seat belt light is on.
Moron.
- WZDC.
- This is Richard Thornberg.
Put me through to Ruben in the newsroom.
- He's about to go live.
- I know he is.
That's why I need him.
You'll have to hold on...
Put me through, Celia, or start typing your resume.
Esperanza's down,...
..but he's hurt.
He took a round in his shoulder.
I got one more of their guys.
That's six they lost altogether.
If we knew how many they had to start with, we could get excited,...
..but if they got 50 guys, it's a little early to open the champagne!
We appreciate your effort, but we don't need a loose cannon here!
What if they crash another plane in retaliation for your stunt?
They can't do that now, right, Barnes?
Besides, if I grabbed Esperanza, this would be over now.
Maybe they're more creative than you think!
Well, at least I'm thinking, goddammit!
We're here to jerk off that cocksucker until he tries to take off.
Period!
You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time!
The story of my life.
Major!
Pentagon Situation Room, sir!
Pentagon.
I'll take it in here.
Thank you, Telford.
You men come with me.
- McClane.
- Yeah, Barnes.
You said those guys showed up right away?
- Yeah.
- That means they're on the field or close.
And I think I know where.
Let me show you something.
These are the old plans with the longer runways.
That's 12 years ago.
Looks like they've modified the site,...
..moved Tra-Con phones, ILS, all the underground stuff...
..so they could handle drainage.
If I'm right,...
..it would run along the airport property...
..and go right past this neighbourhood.
We should have landed two hours ago!
I understand, but if you just relax...
It's hopeless.
Somebody ought to get their ass kicked for this mess.
Unfortunately, there isn't anyone we can blame for the weather.
Oh, yeah?
What about that porker, Willard Scott?
I should have taken the bus.
At least they can pull over for food and gas.
Excuse me.
Yes?
I was just wondering.
This flight originally was supposed to be 51/2 hours, right?
Mm-hmm.
Do we have enough fuel to keep circling like this?
Oh, of course.
They anticipate little problems like this.
We looked at 12 f*cking houses, and we're nowhere.
This is our last possibility.
Over here there's an old church.
Let's go.
Wait.
There's the church over there.
Could be a sentry.
He could just be out for a walk.
Then why is he going over his own footsteps?
Come on.
All right.
Stay here and get ready to call the marines.
I thought they were the army.
Who gives a f*ck?
Just be ready.
(beeping) - Oh, sh*t.
(Not now) Lorenzo, it's Barnes.
Where the hell did you go?
Where's McClane?
With me, at the Hidey Lake Church, to the west of the airport.
Where?
Goddammit!
You crazy idiot, why didn't...
This must be their operations base.
Shut up and get your ass here!
Code red!
Sitrep.
We got positive ID on Stuart's location.
- Let's move.
- Yo!
Our escape plane will be ready within 30 minutes, General.
If there are no more surprises.
(sirens) Gentlemen, we have a situation here.
Aagh!
Ugh!
(whistles) Over here.
Jeez, McClane, you all right?
You want a medic?
What the hell you think you're doing, playing John Wayne?
How would you like to spend the night in a cell?
Lorenzo, shut the f*ck up and do something useful.
Go seal off the street.
Hey, you can't talk to me like that.
Oh, no, Carmine?
Sergeant, get this bureaucrat out of Mr McClane's face now.
With pleasure, sir.
Major, the men are in position, sir.
Close up the back.
Then we go in.
- Fire only on my order.
- Roger that, sir.
Guess I was wrong about you.
You're not such an assh*le after all.
No, you were right.
I'm just your kind of assh*le.
(beeping) Garber, sitrep!
Army Special Forces on three sides, closing in fast around the back!
- Another problem, Colonel?
- No problem, General.
Gentlemen, you know what to do.
- Down!
- Get down!
Get down!
(beeping) (beeping) General,...
..it's time.
(power cuts off) (beeping) Come on, let's move it!
- They're pulling out...
at the back!
- What?
(g*nf*re) Move it!
Albertson, take your men around the back.
Aagh!
Aagh!
This equipment could land our planes.
There are trip wires.
They could have booby-trapped...
- They did.
- Got one here, too.
Looks like C-4.
The m*therf*cker is armed.
Clear the area!
Everybody, now!
They booby-trapped all the equipment.
Seal off the building!
sh*t!
Post sentries.
No civilians allowed.
Hey, where the f*ck is McClane?
Miller, take him!
I'll cover you!
Aagh!
So much for the element of chance.
Let's move out.
I had the bastard in my sights.
I know I did.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
(Stuart) Attention.
Attention, Dulles tower.
This is Colonel Stuart.
Is our plane prepared?
It is.
It's in hangar 11.
It's the most remote building we've got.
We're on our way.
Have a ground crew there to confirm the condition of the plane.
Do you believe the balls on this son of a bitch?
Colonel, you're quite capable of confirming it yourself.
Don't ask us to gift-wrap potential hostages for you.
Major Grant, isn't it?
If you remember me, Colonel,...
..then you remember I know the drill as well as you do.
Check out your own f*cking plane.
We move out in five minutes.
Flak jackets for everybody.
Body armour for the as*ault team.
Night scopes for the sn*pers.
We will take them in the hangar, and I will pull that detonator...
..out of Stuart's dead f*cking hand myself.
Lorenzo, take all your men back to the airport.
Seal off every exit,...
..in case they try to slip past us to break out onto the ground.
You got it.
All right, here we go.
This is nuts!
Every station has people at the airport,...
..and no-one has heard a whisper of this sh*t!
None of them is me.
You want proof, try this.
(Barnes) Repeat.
t*rrorists have m*rder*d civilians...
..and cut off the two systems that can allow you to land.
A Special US Army unit is here, preparing to take out the t*rrorists.
- Jesus Christ.
- I want you to go live now.
Get me in from the files.
A publicityshot.
The maps, steal one from weather.
We're on it.
We're cutting in five minutes!
Tell the affiliates if they want in, they got three minutes to shout.
Let's do this.
Network, here I come.
Telford, what was your chicken-sh*t outfit doing...
..while we were taking Grenada?
Grenada.
Five minutes of fire fight, five weeks of surfing.
I wish I was with you guys for that.
Yeah.
Me, too, kid.
- Really, sir?
- Sure.
Then we wouldn't have to do this.
(beeping) Eagle Nest, this is Hatchling.
On schedule...
and in position.
Roger, Hatchling.
We are secure here.
You have a green light.
I repeat, a green light.
(whistles) Ugh!
Jesus, officer, where did you come from,...
..Pearl Harbour?
All right, let's clear it out, please.
Stand by.
Five, four, three...
(TV) This is a special bulletin from WZDC News.
There has been a plane crash at Dulles, where other aircraft still circle,...
..with no explanation from airport or FAA officials.
And now, with an exclusive WZDC report,...
..here's d*ck Thornberg reporting from the skies over Washington.
(Thornberg) I'm one of the thousand people who has been circling our capital...
..under the assumption that whatever problem there was below was a normal one.
But the truth is far from normal.
The truth is terrifying.
Look out!
Lady, look out!
Look out!
Look out!
Look out!
Look out!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way, lady!
Go, go!
Hey, hey, look out!
This is a recording of a conversation...
..between Dulles tower and a c*ptive aircraft overhead.
Get out of the way!
Lorenzo!
- Are you out of your f*cking mind?
- Where's the Blue Light team?
- Stuart's rigged expl*sives to a remote.
- Where's Grant?
They're going to k*ll that son of a bitch and get it from them!
No, they're going to take off on that plane with him!
Get the f*ck out of here!
When the army canned Stuart, he loaded that unit with his men!
- Are you nuts?
That fire fight...
- Sideshow to buy him some time.
McClane, you are completely around the f*cking bend.
You're under arrest, m*therf*cker.
These are the b*ll*ts they used out there tonight!
Blanks!
Jesus Christ.
This is Chief Lorenzo.
I want every officer recalled and in body armour and full weaponry...
..in the motor pool in five minutes.
It's time to kick ass.
Just like Iwo Jima!
(Thornberg) We have learned that the t*rrorists have control of the airport,...
..a fact that the authorities have repressed.
The t*rrorists promise more bloodshed unless their demands are met.
Now that the Special army commandos have arrived at the airport,...
..the likelihood of a full-scale battle is dangerously close.
That stupid, arrogant son of a bitch.
It's all over the airport.
(TV) 300 people have d*ed...
When are we going to land?
..and unfortunately, they may not be the last.
The horrifying fact is that no-one is safe,...
..either in the planes above Dulles or in the terminal below.
The thr*at of a new and higher body count at the airport...
..hangs over the heads of everyone,...
..and the holiday season of peace and love has become a nightmare.
All right, listen up!
All units, I want you to converge on hangar 11,...
..all sides!
This car, McClane!
Get in!
When the city blue show up with their backup,...
..they'll pick up the pieces!
Now, move out!
McClane, say hi to my brother Vito.
Merry Christmas.
Hi.
Goddammit to hell!
Move that piece of sh*t!
Will you move that g*dd*mn piece of sh*t...
..out of here?
Vito, get the f*ck out of the car!
Get your ass in gear and help me!
Will you get...?
Move that car right now!
Right there.
Get that.
Hey, Coleman!
Sam!
Sam Coleman!
Hey, Coleman!
Hi!
Coleman!
..but at least the truth is not among the hostages...
..because I, Richard Thornberg, just happened to be here...
..to put his life and talent on the line for humanity and country.
If this should be my final broadcast...
Amen to that,...
d*ck.
(reporter) d*ck?
We're live, d*ck.
Where are you now?
d*ck?
Truck lights approaching, sir.
They're here, right on schedule.
The hangar door, open it.
Clockwork.
Jeez, you give me this story, and I'll have your baby.
Not the kind of ride I'm looking for.
Colonel, if I may say so, you are some piece of work.
Thank you, Major.
You're not so bad yourself.
Congratulations on your escape, sir.
Thank you, Major.
Save them until we are all safe, hmm?
Sir.
My congratulations, gentlemen.
You've won a victory for our way of life,...
..my pride, my admiration, and a kick-ass vacation.
Now, get on board.
What's the matter, cowboy?
Ride too rough?
- I don't like to fly.
- Then why are you here?
I don't like to lose, either.
OK, whoa!
Here we go!
I don't know about you guys,...
..but I've seen enough f*cking snow to last me a lifetime.
You don't get much of that in the tropics.
For you gentlemen, we'll import it.
sh*t!
They left the hangar!
Right there.
Right there.
Get that.
- Now what?
- Get in front!
Take it down!
Block their path so they can't get out!
I'm not playing chicken with a 200-ton plane!
I'm crazy, but I ain't that crazy.
Forget it.
(radio) Dulles, this is Northeast 140.
- Request clearance to land.
- That's Holly's plane.
Repeat.
Request emergency clearance.
I know you won't answer, but you better listen!
We're down to fumes, and we have to land.
In five minutes, we're coming in.
That's my wife's plane!
Take it f*cking down!
I'm not getting in front of that plane!
All right, how about getting over top of it?
(PA) This is the captain.
Your attention.
We have no choice but to attempt an emergency landing.
Fasten your seatbelts and assume crash positions...
..as instructed by your cabin attendants.
Let's have the emergency check list.
Attention, all air traffic in Dulles area.
This is Northeast 140.
We are attempting an emergency landing.
Be advised.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
Just buckle your seat belt.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Lean forward.
(Thornberg) God!
(whimpers) Oh, God.
Oh, God,...
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Just hang on!
What are you doing?
You wanted a story.
Nice and easy, boys.
Get me in low!
You got it!
Bring me down!
(Coleman) You'll get yourself k*lled!
Come back inside!
Bring it in low!
Keep over the wing!
Lower!
Aagh!
John, what the f*ck are you doing out on the wing of this plane?
Damn!
Mierda.
There's something wrong.
The ailerons.
We can't take off.
Hijo de puta.
It's McClane again.
Son of a bitch!
- I'll do him.
- This time do it right.
You just get us in the air, General.
Only you can do it.
Don't sh**t.
That wing is fully fuelled.
Too bad, McClane.
I kind of liked you!
Whoa!
I got enough friends!
Aagh!
OK, McClane!
Time for the main event!
(spits) m*therf*cker!
Agh!
(laughs) How's it going?
Bon voyage!
Happy landings, assh*le!
Yippee-ki-yay, m*therf*cker.
Yeah.
All right.
Aagh!
Whoa!
(laughs) Aaah!
Holly!
Here's your f*cking landing light!
Whoa!
Oh, God.
(prays) Look!
Look!
OK, I see it!
I see it!
They used the f*cking fire to see!
They can all do that.
Let's tell them.
They already know.
(radio) We had a visual on the landing.
- Listen.
- We're following the fire trail in...
If they can do it, so can we!
Whoa!
Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.
Phew!
Uh!
Jump!
- Jump!
- I got you!
Jump!
(sirens) (cheering) There you go.
That's it.
There he is!
That's it!
Holly!
Holly!
Holly!
Holly!
Holly!
Holly!
Holly!
Holly!
Come on!
We got you!
Oh, God.
Oh, baby.
I thought I was never going to see you again.
That's what I thought about you.
I love you so much.
They told me there were t*rrorists at the airport.
Yeah.
I heard that, too.
God, that's beautiful.
Yeah.
Yup, it sure is.
Oh, I love you so much.
Oh, John.
Why does this keep happening to us?
Let's go home.
Get in the truck!
Let's get her out of here!
Somebody help me, please!
Oh, honey, help me up here, please.
assh*le!
Hey, officer!
Hey, come on!
Hey, hey!
Hop on in here!
Get your missus in!
What do you say, Marv?
I'll be damned if I'm going to clean up this mess!
(laughs) (siren) Hey, McClane!
You get this parking ticket in front of my airport?
Yeah.
Ah, what the hell.
It's Christmas!
# Oh, the weather outside is frightful #
Take off, Marv!
# But the fire is so delightful #
# And since we've no place to go #
# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #
# It doesn't show signs of stopping #
# And I brought some corn for popping #
# The lights are turned way down low #
# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #
# When we finally kiss goodnight #
# How I hate going out in the storm #
# But if you'll really hold me tight #
# All the way home I'll be warm #
# The fire is slowly dying #
# And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing #
# But as long as you love me so #
# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #
# When we finally kiss goodnight #
# How I hate going out in the storm #
# But if you'll really hold me tight #
# All the way home I'll be warm #
# The fire is slowly dying #
# And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing #
# But as long as you love me so #
# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #
# It doesn't show signs of stopping #
# And I brought some corn for popping #
# The lights are turned way down low #
# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #
# When we finally kiss goodnight #
# How I hate going out in the storm #
# But if you'll really hold me tight #
# All the way home I'll be warm #
# The fire is slowly dying #
# And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing #
# But as long as you love me so #
# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #
# When we finally kiss goodnight #
# How I hate going out in the storm #
# But if you'll really hold me tight #
# All the way home I'll be warm #
# The fire is slowly dying #
# And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing #
# But as long as you love me so #
# Let it snow #
# Let it snow #
# Let it snow #
Die Hard 2 (1990)
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