Die Hard: With A Vengeance (1995)
# Hot town, summer in the city #
# Back of my neck gettin' dirt and gritty #
# Been down, isn't it a pity? #
# Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city #
# All around, people lookin' half-dead #
# Walkin' on the sidewalk hotter than a match-head #
# Come night, it's a different world #
# Goin' off to find a girl #
# Come on, come on, and dance all night #
# Despite the heat it'll be all right #
# And, babe, don't you know it's a pity #
# That the days can't be like the nights #
# In the summer in the city #
# In the summer in the city #
# Cool town, meetin' in the city #
# Dressed so fine and lookin' so pretty #
# Cool cat lookin' for a kitty #
# Gonna look in every corner of the city #
# Turn round, wheezing at the bus stop #
# Runnin- ##
Alan, b*mb Squad, Special Services, State Police, and the FBI.
LieutenantJurgensen, Plummer, Go to St.
John's emergency in case we got any walk-ins from the street.
Kramer, get the city engineer.
I got to find out our damage report.
Bonwit Teller.
Who would want to blow up a department store?
Ever see a woman miss a shoe sale?
Ricky, you and Joe make sure the uniforms get it cordoned off there and don't let the damn TV crews in.
Inspector, phone.
Not now.
Benson, traffic!
Get 5th avenue cleared up by 3:00, or we got the traffic jam from hell.
Walter.
Yeah.
I think you'd better take this.
Major Case Unit.
Inspector Cobb.
Said Simple Simon to the pie man going to the fair, "Give me your pies... or I'll cave your head in.
" You see, Bonwit's was just to make sure I had your attention.
Is there a detective named McClane there?
He's on suspension.
No, Walter.
He's not.
Not today.
Who is this?
Call me Simon.
What do you want?
I want to play a game.
What kind of game?
Simon says.
Simon's going to tell Lieutenant McClane what to do, and Lieutenant McClane is going to do it.
Noncompliance will result in a penalty.
What penalty?
Another big bang in a very public place.
What is it that you want Lieutenant McClane to do?
Simon says Lieutenant McClane is to go to the corner of 138th street und Amsterdam, which is in Harlem, if I'm not mistaken.
Kowalski!
Lambert!
You know where to find McClane?
I kind of doubt you'll find him in church.
Well, you better find out what rock he's under... and kick it over.
John.
Thanks.
A few more.
Jesus,John.
You look like sh*t.
Where did we leave off with that roster?
We got three killings in Redhook the past two nights.
Put Minor on it.
And Genetti.
The Mayor's Office will call before the day's out.
Next-14 dump trucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island.
Are they starting a construction company?
No, it was John's landlady going to clean his apartment.
Insurance fraud.
That's a priority out in California.
Contractor splits the money with the thieves.
We had that out in Jersey a couple of years ago,Joe.
See what Kelly can do with it.
Hey, what was the lottery number last night?
You still betting your badge, Rick?
Yeah.
Half the cops in New York play their badges.
How are the kids,John?
They're O.K.
Ahem.
Did you talk with Holly?
No, I didn't talk to Holly.
Coming up on it, Inspector.
Hot in here, or am I just scared to death?
Make sure the g*n's secure.
Yeah.
It's good.
You're the first woman since Holly to see me do this.
I'm honored.
Yeah...
So was she.
So... where's the backup going to be?
We're going to draw back to 128th street.
What?
You f*cking kidding me?
Oh, man.
That's just great.
Walter, what is all this about, huh?
If we don't do what this guy says, he'll blow up another place.
Well, why me?
I have no idea.
He just said it had to be you.
It's nice to be needed.
Frankly,John- Hey, Walter, how about you mind your f*cking business about Holly, huh?
This Simon is f*cking up a perfectly good hangover.
O.K.
We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.
Take your time.
I expect to be dead in four.
Let's go, Billy!
Hey, yo, Uncle!
Come look at this!
It's 10 after 9:00.
Why aren't you in school?
Tony wants to sell you this.
Tony.
That no-neck dude they call Bad T?
He says he found it in a dumpster.
He keeps stealing, he'll be found in a dumpster.
He didn't steal it.
Says his uncle gave it to him.
Mm-hmm.
Hand me that newspaper over there.
Don't ever let people use you.
You're running all over town with stolen property.
If you get caught, you're in trouble while he denies the whole thing.
You mean you want us to take it back to Tony?
No.
I'll take it back to Tony... with a message.
Now, where you going?
- Why?
- School.
- Why?
- To get educated.
So we can go to college.
And why is that important?
To get 'espect.
Respect.
Who's the bad guys?
Guys who sell dr*gs.
Guys who have g*ns.
Who are the good guys?
We're the good guys.
Who's going to help you?
Nobody.
Who's going to help you?
We'll help ourselves.
Who do we not want to help us?
- White people.
- White people.
That's right.
Get on out of here.
Go to school.
Uncle, you better come look at this.
What?
A white man in the street.
I've seen one.
Not like this.
Dial 911.
Tell the police to get up here quick.
Somebody's about to get k*lled.
And get your butts to school.
You hear me?
Yeah.
All right.
Back off, man.
Morning.
Good morning.
You having a nice day, sir?
You feeling all right?
Not to get too personal, but a white man in Harlem wearing a sign that says, "I hate n*gg*r*s" has either got serious personal issues, or not all his dogs are barking.
Hey, I'm talking to you!
You got about 10 seconds before those guys see you, and when they do, they will k*ll you.
You understand?
You are about to have a very bad day.
Tell me about it.
Sir, this is a police matter.
For your own safety- Damn right it's a police matter.
I suggest you hide your butt in my shop till the police get here.
What the f*ck?
Oh, sh*t.
Listen, I'm a cop.
I'm on a case.
Somebody blew up Bonwit Teller's an hour ago.
Did you hear about that?
Same assh*le that did that said I got to do this or he's going to blow up something else.
You should get across the street.
Start acting crazy, like loony tunes, like Bellevue.
Hey, Zeus.
This your friend?
He look like a friend of mine?
I think the dude just escaped from some hospital, you know, like Bellevue?
I am the... voice of my own God.
I told the librarian that I had a bad headache, but she didn't believe me.
I really do have a bad headache, a very bad headache!
My head does not- Shut the f*ck up!
You've made a very bad mistake.
Bouya his ass.
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha!
Cut that sh*t off.
Fellas, fellas!
Nature boy here hates n*gg*r*s.
What are we going to do about that?
Hold up, hold up, hold up!
Oh, sh*t!
Back!
Back up!
Back the f*ck up!
Now!
Come on, man, get up.
Get out of here!
Stop the cab- stop the g*dd*mn cab!
Don't sh**t me!
Get up!
Come on, get up!
Back off.
I mean it!
I don't want to, but I will.
Go, go!
Get the f*ck out of here!
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Just keep driving.
Run the red light!
Here, man.
That's all I got.
Put that f*cking money away.
Just run all the lights.
Drive.
You got it, boss.
That cut deep?
How the hell would I know?
Just keep pressure on it.
Oh, f*ck!
Jesus, right?
John McClane.
I owe you.
Damn right you owe me!
Know what they're doing to my shop right now?
Chill out.
Chill out?
Are you trying to relate to me?
Talk like a white man.
Look,Jesus, I'm sorry- Why you keep calling meJesus?
I look Puerto Rican?
Guy back there called you Jesus.
He said, " Hey, Zeus.
" My name is Zeus.
Zeus?
As in father of Apollo, Mount Olympus?
Don't-f*ck-with-me- or-I'll-shove- a-lightning-bolt- up-your-ass Zeus!
You got a problem with that?
No.
I don't have a problem with that.
Downtown.
Police Plaza.
Oh, ho.
Oh.
That's just great.
Record of all callers...
Textbook megalomania.
It's a pathological state in which fantasies of control or omnipotence predominate.
He wants control over him, over his actions, over his thoughts, even his emotions.
Sounds like a secret admirer,John.
Yeah.
Maybe he'll send me flowers.
Everybody knows you like pansies.
It's not that kind of emotion.
This guy is ugly.
How is that?
Nothing wrong with him a shower wouldn't cure.
Beer's normally taken internally, John.
Just give me some aspirins, will you?
O.K.
Hold this here.
This is Fred Schiller,John, and he's a- Shrink.
Yeah, I got it.
Yes.
I was saying that we're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality with possible paranoid schizophrenic- Skip to the part where you tell me what the f*ck this has to do with me.
I don't know, but it does have specifically to do with you.
This guy wants to pound you till you crumble, dance to his tune, then- Put on a dress and f*ck me?
I was going to say k*ll you.
He's sitting on an awful lot of rage, and it could be manifested physically if he's stressed.
Somebody he arrested, somebody he pissed off?
That could be one long list.
f*ck you,Joe.
These people don't like to work anonymously.
They want you to know who's doing it.
This name Simon is probably not an alias.
It's probably Simon or some variation.
"Simon, Robert E.
Busted in '86.
Extortion.
Kidnapping.
Did seven years for good behavior.
Released on a state work furlough two months ago.
" Thanks.
Bob Simon was a bankrupt businessman who kidnapped his partner's daughter.
He's a fuckup, not a psycho.
The other guy's nuts.
A nut who knows a lot about bombs.
We found this in a playground.
Professional.
Very cool stuff.
You know, boom.
Think you should slam it around like that, Charlie?
It's unmixed.
Can't hurt it.
This stuff is cutting edge, a binary liquid.
A what?
Like epoxy.
Two liquids.
Either one by itself... you got nothing.
But mix them...
Ricky.
Aah!
Charlie, you'll be wearing that chair up your ass!
Christ almighty, Charlie!
Like I said, very cool stuff.
With a package like this, you get a warning.
The b*mb has to arm itself.
The red liquid pumps into the clear before it detonates.
How long before?
Could be anything.
But once it's mixed...
be somewhere else.
This stuff has got to be pretty rare.
Find out if any of it's missing someplace.
Livermore labs- theft over the weekend.
Got enough to make another one,Joe?
About 2,000 pounds.
Of that?
The detonating mechanism can be anything- radio, electrical.
You could use a beeper and phone it in.
Inspector!
It's him.
He's got a feedback loop on it.
A nasty little trick- Charlie.
Charlie.
What?
Want to start the trace?
Simon.
He bought a board, walked the street, and survived.
Where are my pigeons now?
Pigeons?
I had two pigeons, bright and gay, fly from me the other day.
Why was it that they did go?
You cannot tell.
You do not know.
You mean McClane.
No.
I mean Santa Claus.
Yeah, I'm here.
Ah.
There after all.
And your friend?
Come on.
We need you in the other room.
Let's go.
Come on.
They need you.
Go.
Yeah, he's here, too.
May I speak with him?
Well, is the ebony samaritan there now?
You got a problem with ebony?
No, no.
My only problem is that I went to some trouble preparing that game for McClane.
You interfered with a well-laid plan.
You can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.
That was not smart.
There are lives at stake here.
Not enough time, Inspector.
You better hope he calls back.
He will.
Ricky, tell those people to shut the hell up out there!
Hey!
Keep it down here!
Simon.
He wasn't speaking for all of us.
That was unpleasant.
Don't let it happen again.
So what's your name, boy?
Don't call me boy.
I'm sorry.
It was a poor attempt at humor.
I would send you home with a chiding, but now I think you should join the game.
We got him.
A pay phone in Oslo.
Wait.
They say it's Mexico.
Norway?
Now they're saying it's Juarez, Mexico.
Forget it.
He's scrambling up the system.
They don't know where he is.
Having fun with the phone company, are we?
Simon says McClane and the samaritan will go to the subway station at 72nd and Broadway.
I'll call you in 15 minutes on the pay phone outside the station.
No police.
Failure to answer will constitute noncompliance.
Do you understand me,John?
Oh, yes, I understand.
I understand you're a f*cking wacko who likes to play kid's games.
Hardly.
Hardly?
Then who are you, somebody I sent up?
What did you do, shoplifting, purse snatching... cross-dressing, what?
You c-c-couldn't catch me if I stole your ch-chair with you in it.
My ch-ch-chair with me in it?
Let me ask you a question, bonehead- Why are you trying to k-k-k-k*ll me?
John,John, calm yourself.
Why don't you come down here and we'll figure this out like men?
If k*lling you was all I wanted, you'd be dead by now.
Simon, this is Inspector Cobb.
I can appreciate your feelings for McClane, but believe me, the jerk isn't worth it.
He stepped on so many toes in this department, next month he'll be a security guard.
His wife wants nothing to do with him, and he's two steps shy of becoming an alcoholic.
One step, one step.
Now listen to me.
You sound like a real smart guy.
What is it you want?
Are you talking about money?
Well, whatever, whatever.
McClane is a toilet bug.
Now what would it take just to forget him and live happily ever after?
Money is sh*t to me.
I would not give up McClane for all the gold in your Fort Knox.
McClane and the samaritan.
If you're competent in the least, you've found the briefcase, so you know what I mean by penalty.
I want to thank you for that vote of confidence.
I thought it was worth a try.
This guy's a raving maniac.
He couldn't be any clearer.
He gave you clues to his identity, he spoke German, he called it your Fort Knox, and he stammered when McClane pushed him.
You believe this guy really can't be bought?
The very mention of money only enraged him further.
What's that?
It's your shield.
You asking me to be a cop again?
Ricky, get him his g*n.
Hey!
You didn't answer my question, Walter.
Are you done, Lieutenant?
You two better get going to get to 72nd street on time.
Joe, they go with backup.
You got it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm not going anywhere.
Simon says you got to go.
I'm not jumping through hoops for some psycho.
That's a white man with white problems.
Call me when he crosses Hey.
Why'd you save my ass?
I didn't.
I stopped a white cop from getting k*lled in Harlem.
One white cop gets k*lled today, tomorrow we got all of them with itchy trigger fingers, got it?
Get him back.
Where'd you find that b*mb?
Chinatown.
sh*t.
Yo.
Yo, partner.
Wait up.
Hey, hey, I ain't your partner, your neighbor, your brother, or your friend.
I'm your total stranger.
O.K., stranger.
You know where that park is at 115th street and St.
Nicholas?
Yeah.
That's in Harlem.
Where do you think we found that b*mb?
Listen, this guy doesn't care about skin color, even if you do.
What am I doing?
Cheer up.
Things could be worse.
I was working on a nice fat suspension, smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo.
Come on.
O.K.
They made it to the phone, but there's a problem.
How big a problem?
Oh, about 300 pounds.
Excuse me, ma'am.
We need this phone for official police business.
Honey, I'm a cop.
I need the phone.
Get off the damn phone, lady.
Police business.
Well, I never.
I can get used to this.
Find a phone across the street.
I'm the only one here on official police business.
Don't do that sh*t again.
Let's get something else straight- you need me more than I need you.
You don't like the way I do things?
I quit.
All right, I need you.
I need you more than you need me.
Hello.
Birds of a feather flock together.
So do pigs and swine.
Rats and mice have their chance, as will I have mine.
Nice.
Rhymes.
Why was the phone busy?
Who were you calling?
The psychic hot line.
I'd advise you to take this more seriously.
What should I say?
Simply say there was a fat woman on it, and it took a minute to get her off.
Now,John, there's a significant amount of expl*sive in the trash receptacle next to you.
Try to run, and it goes off now.
I got a hundred people out here.
That's the point.
Now do I have your attention?
As I was going to St.
Ives, I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks.
Every sack had seven cats.
Every cat had seven kittens.
Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives.
How many were going to St.
Ives?
My phone number is 555- I didn't get that!
Say it again!
Not a chance.
But I didn't- My phone number is 555 and the answer.
Call me in 30 seconds or die.
All right, seven guys with seven wives- Shut up, McClane.
Seven guys with seven wives- He said seven wives with seven sacks.
Tell me the rest.
A sack with- seven sacks- Weren't you listening?
What's wrong with you?
A bad hangover, for one!
All right.
with seven cats- Asking me or telling me?
I'm telling you.
What you got, right?
Yeah.
Is that it?
2401?
That's it.
Dial 555-2401.
No, wait, wait!
It's a trick.
I forgot about the man.
f*ck the man!
We got 10 seconds!
He said how many were going to St.
Ives.
The riddle begins, "as I was going to St.
Ives.
" The wives aren't going anywhere.
What are they doing?
How the hell should I know?
Well, who's going to St.
Ives?
The guy.
Just one guy?
The answer's 1.
How do you dial 1?
Hello,John.
Yeah, piece of cake.
Give us something harder next time.
But you're 10 seconds late.
No, no!
The answer is 1!
There's a b*mb in the trash can!
Get down!
Get down!
There's a b*mb!
Welcome to New York.
Yeah.
Get up.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
b*mb.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Yeah.
I didn't say Simon says.
It's 9:50,John.
The number three train is arriving now.
I left something provocative on that train,John.
Simon says get to the pay phone next to the news kiosk in Wall Street station by 10:20, or the number three train and its passengers vaporize.
Use any means of travel other than civilian, I blow the train.
Attempt to evacuate the subway, I blow the train.
I call you in 30 minutes.
be there.
f*ck.
in New York traffic?
It could be double that.
We don't even have a car!
Hey, hey, sir!
I'm a cop.
I'm requisitioning this car for official police business.
Thanks very much.
Get in.
Pretty slick.
I used to drive a cab.
The fastest way south is-aah!
What the f*ck are you doing?
You were saying?
I was saying I used to drive a cab, and 9th avenue is the fastest way south.
We seem to be going east.
Where the hell are you going?
the quickest way- I know what I'm doing.
Not even God knows what you're doing!
They're headed east on 72nd towards the park.
Wall Street is south!
Stop yelling.
I got a headache.
The best way south is not 9th.
It's through the park.
Oh, dear.
I told you Park Drive's always jammed.
I didn't say Park Drive.
I said through the park.
sh*t!
We lost them in the park headed south.
Get out of here!
What are you, cr- I got him, Connie.
He's taking the scenic route.
Out of the way!
Get out of there!
Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it.
Are you aiming for these people?
No.
Maybe that mime.
Whoa!
Tree!
Tree!
What's going on here, man?
Tree!
Tree!
Hang on.
Rock!
Rock!
Rock!
McClane!
How do Catholics do their thing?
North, South, West, East.
How much time?
Ha!
72nd and Broadway to Central Park South in three minutes.
It's got to be a f*cking record.
Come on, get out- Yeah.
Now what?
We need a fire truck.
What?
To follow.
LieutenantJohn McClane, N.Y.P.D..
Access number 7479.
Calling from a civilian transmitter.
Get me an emergency dispatcher right away.
Dispatch.
Go ahead.
I got two officers down at 14th street and 9th avenue!
Need an ambulance!
Over!
The Roosevelt Hospital is two blocks from there.
Slow the f*ck down, McClane!
It's like football.
Get yourself a blocker and head for the end zone.
If you'd said Wall Street, we could have followed him all the way.
Wrong.
South of 14th street is a different hospital.
Hang on.
Time?
We're halfway there, with 18 minutes to go.
f*ck this!
Hang on.
Hang on!
Get out of here!
Take the wheel!
We should be ahead of that train, right?
I'm getting on that train.
You got to get to that phone by 10:20.
You fail, I cover your ass.
I fail, you cover my ass.
If we both fail?
Then we're both f*cked.
Go, now!
Get to that phone booth by 10:20!
My lucky f*cking day.
sh*t!
Look out, ma'am!
Look out!
Look out!
Look out!
Get out of the way!
This is a bad idea.
Whoa!
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
Get out of the way, please.
This isn't a taxi.
You don't understand.
Your light's on.
I'll make it simple.
your medallion suspended.
What, you don't like white people?
You got it.
Move your legs!
Get your legs out of the way!
Sorry.
Sorry.
Hey!
Excuse me.
Hey!
sh*t!
Excuse me.
Watch out!
Excuse me, sir.
Pardon me, please.
Excuse- Would you step out?
I'm a cop.
step out for a minute.
Excuse me, please.
Can I get through here, please?
Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.
Pardon me.
Excuse me, but I'm expecting a call.
I need that phone.
Use the other phone.
Sir, please.
I need to use that phone.
Hey, listen, bro, I was here first.
Bro?
Get away from the g*dd*mn phone!
Put your hands up!
I have to answer that phone.
Shut up and get 'em in the air!
Excuse me!
Pardon me!
Watch your back!
Watch it!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a New York police officer.
I'm going to ask you to calmly and quietly start moving toward the other end of the car.
- Aah!
- Aah!
Go!
Watch out!
Watch it!
Watch it!
Go!
I have to answer that phone.
Get 'em up!
Look, if you have to sh**t me, then you go ahead and you sh**t me!
But I have to answer this phone!
All right?
I'm here.
And McClane?
He's on his way.
Uh, he's a little slow.
He's out of shape.
The rules applied to both of you.
I'm afraid this is noncompliance.
Goodbye.
Trust me, guys... duck.
Get out of there!
Get out of there!
McClane?
Hee hee hee hee.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Wha- Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
You can see right down into the subway.
How many fire trucks?
You guys.
You guys.
How can you see from up here?
Get in there.
Officer, tell those people to get the hell back!
We got a shitload of cuts and bruises, a couple of concussions, some old guy's pacemaker stopped, and a pregnant girl's water broke, and that's all.
How you doing,John?
Still can't hear too good.
It's a miracle you're still alive.
Yeah, that's the problem,Joe.
What?
The miracle part.
What are the odds of us making it here on time?
Zip.
That b*mb was going off no matter what.
He wanted it to go off right down here.
What's so special about this place?
I don't know.
Something just doesn't add up.
Lieutenant McClane?
They're asking for you and Mr.
Carver.
Where?
John.
John, this is Andy Cross with the FBI.
Mr.
Jarvis.
He's, uh- I'm, uh, with another agency.
It's good to meet you.
This is Lieutenant McClane.
This is Mr.
Carver.
Uh, we got a couple of questions.
First...
do you recognize this guy?
No.
How about this one?
Mm-mm.
How about you?
Did you recognize the voice on the phone?
No.
Did you, uh, notice any cars following you?
No.
Anybody following you at all?
Any kind of surveillance- telephone, house, anything unusual at all?
Well, now that you mention it, I have experienced a...
you know, like a burning sensation between my toes.
I thought it was just some athlete's foot or something.
We read your jacket, Lieutenant.
We were told you would be cooperative.
Cooperate with what?
We're wasting time here.
You want to share information, how about sending a little our way?
We want to hear what he knows first.
We want to hear what he knows first.
I know as much as you know, all right?
There's a guy out there setting off bombs.
He calls himself Simon.
He speaks with a German accent.
For some reason, he's very angry with me.
Maybe you can tell me why, fellas, huh?
The first man there is Mathias Targo.
Was Hungarian army, expl*sives expert.
Now we believe he's working for the Iranians.
Working?
Freelance terrorism, by contract.
Who's the girl?
Targo's other half.
Rumor is the Israelis slipped a b*mb in between their sheets.
He wasn't at home, but they think they got her.
The second man was an obscure colonel in the East German army.
Ran an infiltration unit, the thing the Nazis did at the Battle of the Bulge- English-speaking troops.
I saw the movie.
All we know of him is the GDR medical records show he suffers from migraines.
His name is Peter... Kreig.
Well, that is an exceptional report, fellas.
What does this have to do with me?
The name Gruber mean anything to you, Lieutenant?
It rings a bell, yeah.
L.A.
What?
That thing in the building in L.A.
Peter Kreig was born Simon Peter...
Gruber.
He's Hans Gruber's brother.
So...
Yeah.
It's that thing in L.A.
We figured he's got you fitted up for a toe tag, and he's going to do anything to get it tied.
Inspector!
Inspector, it's him.
Don't let him know we're here.
Simon.
Inspector.
Now, who from the FBI is in the van?
Let's see, almost certainly Cross.
Come on, Andrew, say hello.
Hello.
And I know you never run alone, so say hello, Bill.
Still trying to butch up by chewing on your glasses?
Ha ha ha ha.
This, gentlemen, as they say, is where the plot thickens.
I have put 2,400 pounds of expl*sives in one of the 1,446 schools in greater New York.
It is fitted with a timer set to explode at exactly 3 p. m.
Thank you.
Your silence says I'm understood.
Did you say Yes, but please don't interrupt again.
Simon says, if you attempt to evacuate schools, the b*mb will be detonated by radio.
Gentlemen, someone will be watching.
Repeat-one school will be dismissed at 3 p. m.
permanently, unless- Unless what?
Unless John McClane and his new best friend complete the tasks I set them.
John, are you listening?
Yeah.
There's a pay phone beyond hope, Tompkins Square Park.
No rush.
If you're really clever, you'll learn the location of the b*mb and the disarming code.
By the way, gentlemen, we got something of a bargain on radio detonators.
The only problem is the darn things respond to police and FBI frequencies.
If I were you, I'd keep off your radios.
Simon, wait- My God!
Get me the commissioner.
He's doing a press conference.
He'll be here in 30 minutes.
Get every senior officer on the site right away.
Don't give me any jurisdictional nonsense.
I got two kids in the school on 64th street.
How can I help?
How many men have you got?
I can get 500.
When?
Between now and then... we're going to have to do this all by ourselves.
Let's go.
Tompkins Square Park is more than 2 miles away.
Get running.
No radios.
Take my telephone.
You get anything, call me through the switchboard.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Find that b*mb.
Ricky, where are they?
Right over here.
The senior man present is Chief Allen.
- Chief of what?
- Transit.
Thanks, Ricky.
Gentlemen, we have a decision to make.
Chief Allen, the man who has done this has told us he's planted a very large b*mb in a New York school.
He's told us we cannot evacuate, but he has not said we cannot search.
I recommend we get everybody, and I mean everybody- police, transit, sanitation, fire, even the g*dd*mn librarians- and we start searching schools, and I mean right now.
I'm talking about a thousand buildings, and we have 3 hours and 15 minutes to do it.
I'd like to keep the media out of this because if they get in, we've got a panic.
Are we in agreement?
Come on, guys, let's go!
They bought it.
You can begin.
Hook... line... and sinker.
You heard the man.
Let's go, let's go.
Come on.
Go.
Let's go.
O.K.
Hold on.
Darlene, honey, it's me.
Sergeant Turley.
Sergeant Turley!
In five minutes, the volume in calls has tripled.
What the hell's going on?
Stop.
Let me explain.
For the rest of the day, we're handling the department's communications.
What do you mean, handle?
They're shutting down the police band.
All calls will be coming through this switchboard.
And I'm going to marry Donald Tr*mp.
Walsh, what's going on?
Why did everybody tear out of here?
Pamela, look at your watch.
It's coming up on shift change.
The bean counters are worried about overtime.
Everybody went to punch out.
The next shift will be here soon.
You are so full of sh*t, Walsh!
Thank you.
What the hell?
Hey.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Detective.
Bob Thompson...
City Engineer's Office.
We'd like to get an idea of the damage.
Man, you guys really got here fast.
Well... it's Wall Street, sir.
A lot of money here.
A lot of opinion-makers... the mayor doesn't want to piss off, you know?
Is this it?
Holy Toledo!
Somebody had fun.
I'd appreciate it if you'd show my associates the way down.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Sure.
Jimmy, you got the flashlight?
Murphy, come on.
You, too.
Rick Walsh.
John Thompson.
Come on, gentlemen.
Let's go.
You were at World Trade's.
You know what that mess was.
Please inform Mr.
Little that Mr.
Vanderfluge is here.
Mr.
Vanderfluge.
There's a Mr.
Vanderfluge for Mr.
Little.
Go down 20 meters.
Come on.
A lot of steam.
We snapped some steam pipes.
It's like a sauna.
The subway guys shut down the third rail.
Emergency lighting?
Emergency lights and there's some- Hey!
No sh**ting!
Speak English!
Otto doesn't speak English.
do you, Otto?
Where did we get this guy?
One ofTargo's thugs.
Go all the way up.
All the way.
So what's up with this L.A. thing?
You famous or something?
Yeah.
For about five minutes.
Don't tell me.
Rodney King, right?
f*ck you.
You know this guy Simon?
Yeah.
I threw his little brother off the 32nd floor of Nakatomi Towers out in L.A.
I guess he's pissed off.
Wait.
I'm in this sh*t 'cause some white cop threw some white assh*le's brother off a roof?
Mr.
Vanderfluge.
Felix Little, Corporate relations.
Sorry you had to wait, but there was a subway expl*si*n.
It's played hell with our alarms.
I trust there's nothing wrong?
No.
Good Lord, no.
Safe and secure.
You were concerned about a currency exchange.
We are not a commercial bank in the normal sense.
We're... we're primarily, uh... governments, central banks, that sort of thing.
Apart from the depository, of course.
Of course.
And you are in the flower business, Mr.
Vanderfluge?
Back!
Back!
Come on!
Come on.
Oh, no, Mr.
Vanderfluge.
That's the vault elevator.
I'm sorry.
Our alarms are sonic and seismic.
Two things which do not react well to explosions.
This subway business has knocked out all of our systems.
In fact, we gave up and pulled the plug.
The repair people are downstairs now.
Good Lord.
Yeah.
Heavens to Betsy!
If anyone knew.
Ha ha ha.
But...
I thought this was a currency exchange.
Oh, I think we go straight to the withdrawal.
Hey, Captain, come and take a look at this.
Something's going on.
You think you can fix that?
Just a minute now.
O.K.
I'll be right back.
Down!
Stay back!
Stay back!
Come on.
Come on!
Front desk.
Get your ass down here!
I'm under att*ck!
Just relax.
Maybe you'll live through this.
sh*t!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
I think he's dead, my dear.
All right.
Let's see to the office workers.
Being done, Herr Oberst.
Is this where...
Perimeter secure, Herr Oberst.
$140 billion!
what's in Kentucky!
Fort Knox.
Hah!
It's for tourists!
Yeah?
McClane.
John, you're out of shape.
You barely made it.
We'll barely make it.
What do you want us to do?
What has four legs and is always ready to travel?
Huh?
What did he say?
What has four legs and is always ready to travel?
Don't you have kids?
That's an elephant joke.
Whoa.
That a b*mb?
Yeah.
Go ahead and grab it.
No.
You're the cop.
You're supposed to be helping with this.
I'm helping.
When you going to start helping?
After you get the b*mb.
Careful.
I'm being careful.
Don't open it.
What?
I got to open it.
It's going to be all right.
sh*t!
sh*t!
I told you not to open it!
I trust you see the message.
It has a proximity circuit, so please don't run.
We're not going to run.
How do we turn this off?
On the fountain are two jugs.
Do you see them?
A 5 gallon and a 3 gallon.
Fill one jug with exactly Place it on the scale, and the timer will stop.
You must be precise.
will result in detonation.
- If you're still alive in five minutes- - Wait a second!
I don't get it.
Do you get it?
No.
Get the jugs.
Obviously, we can't fill the 3-gallon jug with 4 gallons, right?
I know.
Here we go.
We fill the 3-gallon jug exactly to the top, right?
Uh-huh.
We pour that 3 gallons into the 5-gallon jug, giving us 3 gallons in a 5-gallon jug.
Then what?
We take the 3-gallon jug, fill it a third- He said be precise.
Exactly 4 gallons.
Every cop's running his ass off, and I'm out here playing kid's games in the park.
Hey!
You want to focus on the problem at hand?
You said, don't say anything if you don't know!
Give me the f*cking jug!
We're starting over!
We can't start over!
I'll put my foot up your ass, you dumb mother- Say it!
Say it!
You were going to call me a n*gg*r, weren't you?
I wasn't!
Yes, you were!
assh*le!
How's that?
assh*le!
You got some f*cking problem because I'm white?
Have I oppressed you?
Have I oppressed your people somehow?
You don't like me 'cause you're a r*cist!
What?
You don't like me 'cause I'm white!
I don't like you because you're going to get me k*lled!
sh*t!
We got less than a minute.
Throw this thing away.
We can't!
It'll detonate!
Wait a second!
Wait a second!
I got it!
Exactly 2 gallons in here, right?
Leaving 1 gallon of empty space.
Yeah.
A full 5 gallons here, right?
pour 1 gallon out of 5 gallons into there, we have exactly...
Come on!
Don't spill- Don't spill it.
Good.
Good.
We got 4 gallons.
You did it, McClane!
Put it on the thing!
Get it down there!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Congratulations.
You're still alive.
Huh?
Congratulations.
Yeah, we did it.
You surprise me again, John.
This is becoming an ugly habit.
I don't have the time right now, Simon.
A deal's a deal.
Where's the school b*mb?
On the contrary, you have lots of time.
You have... precisely.
Plenty of time to test those wits of yours.
Listen,jerk-off, I got a bad f*cking hangover!
Now, where is the school b*mb?
Temper,John.
The road to truth has many turns.
You'll find an envelope under the rim of the fountain.
When you undertake the trip it suggests, ask yourself this question- What is 21 out of 42?
We're behind.
We should abandon the rest and go.
Relax, Targo.
There's not a cop for 20 blocks.
He's sending us to the home team dugout at Yankee Stadium.
We supposed to find something there?
What's 21 out of 42?
Half of 42.
How many players on the Yankees ball club?
What else is 21?
Blackjack.
It's a club.
It's a wild goose chase is what it is.
Where's the nearest "A" train?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You know, some kid might find that.
You're right.
Come back here, you little sons of b*tches!
Hey, you!
I remember you!
Ha ha.
Hey, where you going?
What are you doing?
Let me go, dickhead!
Watch your mouth.
You going to juvenile hall for a Butterfinger?
Look around.
All the cops are into something.
It's Christmas!
You could steal City Hall!
Come on.
My bike.
That's my bike!
Hey!
Hey!
Where you going?
Yankee Stadium's that way!
You assh*le!
Why don't you run over everybody in the street?
What the f*ck are we doing?
What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?
You're talking in riddles.
What is it that Wall Street does not have?
What?
Schools.
And what do they have a shitload of?
What?
I'll be back in a minute.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Give it to those guys over there.
He's here.
Perhaps you could be more specific.
McClane is here.
He's walking toward the bank.
The black man is coming toward me.
And after we've gone to all that trouble at the stadium.
Simon... k*ll him.
Stop toying with him and k*ll him now.
O.K.
So be it.
May he rest in peace.
I'll inform Karl in the lobby.
Pack up your team and get out.
And this one?
Officer...
I'm going to need an answer on that issue.
Let him go.
Understood.
Yes, sir?
John McClane says to give you this.
Jesus, don't open it.
It's a b*mb.
Another?
Yeah.
Oh, I see.
We'd better move now.
Thank you for your assistance.
We really appreciate it.
Thank you.
Hey, y'all leaving this place unguarded?
How you doing?
All right.
John McClane...
N.Y.P.D..
Are you all right?
Yes... laundry day.
What can I do for you, Lieutenant?
It's been quiet all morning here?
Well- Except for that big expl*si*n a couple of hours ago.
Seen anything strange happen in the last hour?
No.
We've had cops in here pretty steady since the subway thing.
We were going to make a round on the vault floor if you want to tag along.
Sure.
Think I will.
What do you think of this heat?
Indian summer, huh?
Feels like it's going to rain like dogs and cats later.
Here's one of your guys.
Detective, uh, Otto, isn't it?
John McClane.
Mike, how you doing?
I keep telling myself I'm going to take the stairs just for the exercise...
but on a hot day like this, it seems I always end up riding the lift.
What was the lottery number last night?
You play the lottery?
No?
My wife buys me two tickets every week.
Plays the same two numbers all the time.
I say, "Why don't you play a different number?" She goes, "Those are my lucky numbers.
" I got the tickets right here- Put that f*cking g*n down!
Put it down now!
Put it down!
Hello!
Anybody down here?
Freeze!
Put your f*cking hands in the air!
No,John!
No!
No!
It's me!
You almost gave me a heart att*ck.
You all right?
Huh?
You all right!
Yeah.
It's not my blood.
What's going on down here?
Go take a look.
Hey, McClane.
Where the hell is everybody?
Simon f*ckin' says!
I should've seen it coming a mile away.
This was never about revenge.
It's about a g*dd*mn heist.
What was in the room?
This.
What is this?
Oh, sh*t!
Is this gold?
Yeah, it's gold.
Damn, this is heavy!
They cleaned out a whole room of this?
Yeah.
That would take a t*nk or...
A dump truck.
dump trucks.
We almost got hit by a dump truck.
Damn!
Slow down!
sh*t!
Put that sh*t down.
No f*ckin' way.
They ain't going to let you keep it.
We'll need a car.
Can you hot-wire this?
Of course I can.
I'm an electrician.
Only problem is...
Takes too f*ckin' long.
Not on the bridge!
Down there, McClane!
the FDR!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Come on!
Oh, sh*t!
What?
sh*t the phone.
Aw, too bad.
What's 21 out of 42?
I don't have a clue.
What about Yankee Stadium?
We'll get there, after we stop him.
Oh,Jesus Christ!
Who do you think you are, lady, Hillary Clinton?
That's it!
Hillary Clinton.
the 42nd president.
She'd be the 43rd president.
All right, all right, but who's the 21 st?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
No!
Do you know?
No!
Well?
This engine's sh*t.
Step on it!
It's a Yugo.
It's built for economy, not speed.
Whoa!
What are you doing?
Getting us another phone.
Wait, Wait!
Wait, wait, wait!
Who was the 21 st president?
Go f*ck yourself!
That guy was pissed.
He'll feel better when he looks in the backseat.
sh*t, that was my gold bar!
This is McClane.
Get me Inspector Walter Cobb.
Where the hell are you?
It's not revenge.
It's a heist.
There's gold in the Federal Reserve.
They took a shitload of it.
They're headed north in dump trucks.
Have you been drinking?
Not since this morning.
There's a lot of dump trucks northbound on the FDR at about 7 Oth.
Close the bridge.
Get some helicopters over there.
I couldn't close a hot dog stand now.
I'm spread all over.
What about this damn b*mb?
It's got something to do with the 21 st president.
John,John, the 21 st what?
Walter!
sh*t.
g*dd*mn cellular f*ckin' phones!
Reach Munsen On the Triborough.
Tell him to close all the East River bridges north of 59th street.
Looking for dump trucks.
Dump trucks?
McClane says there are dump trucks headed up the FDR loaded with gold.
They don't allow dump trucks on the FDR!
- Connie!
- All right!
I won't argue, no matter how stupid it is.
K-9.
Check out the boiler room.
Find anything, Charlie?
I could spend a week here with an X-ray machine and still not find it.
You've got five minutes.
Then we're moving up to 86th street.
Going as fast as we can.
What's up?
McClane was mentioning something about the Federal Reserve building.
Isn't that near that Wall Street b*mb site?
Yeah.
How long do you want us to stay here?
The men at the stadium.
Stay or go?
Karl should've checked in by now.
Moment.
Come on, come on.
Stay where you are.
McClane may still turn up.
Relax, Targo.
If he is still alive... he won't be talking to anyone.
It's the next turnoff.
Hi.
It's Elvis Duran.
You're on the air.
What's up?
First I want to tell you what a great show you got.
I listen to you all the time.
Thanks.
What's on your mind?
Those cop cars speeding around everywhere- you know what they're up to?
There's a b*mb in a school.
My cousin's a cop.
Somebody put a big b*mb in a school somewhere.
Only they don't know which one.
so they're searching all of them.
Shh!
Shh!
Every school in the metropolitan area.
Holy sh*t.
Doris.
Annie?
Doris, can you reach my wife?
Turley!
Half the g*dd*mn city just called 911!
They're gone.
What?
They're gone!
Who is this guy, Houdini?
Down there!
Down there!
This thing got air bags?
Your side does.
I don't know about mi- McClane!
In the truck!
Let me see the hands!
Put them on the door!
Don't k*ll me!
Don't sh**t me.
Truck driver?
No, I'm a beautician.
Of course I'm a truck driver!
Where you taking this truck?
The aqueduct.
Why you taking this to the race track?
No, the aqueduct!
The-the water aqueduct!
Aqueduct?
See?
Goes from here all the way up to the Catskill Mountains!
What does?
That!
The water pipe!
Goes for about 60 miles!
- Hey, you the foreman?
- Yeah.
N.Y.P.D.!
Any extra dump trucks come through here the last couple minutes?
I'm writing those f*ckin' clowns up!
They better start paying attention to work orders.
What happened?
A dozen idiots tore ass up the tube.
We're not loading up there anymore.
We're loading over here.
So much for bridges and helicopters.
Got a map showing where this tunnel goes?
Yeah, right here.
We run pretty much up under the saw mill till you get up to the coffer dam.
After that, we've already brought the reservoir water down.
Any way in or out of there?
There's vent shafts every 2 miles.
I mean with a truck.
At the coffer dam.
You can get a truck in there.
Follow saw mill parkway up there.
It's about 20 miles.
I'll meet you right there, O.K.?
What am I doing?
You're going up to Yankee Stadium!
McClane!
Go.
We got less than two hours!
g*dd*mn it!
Hey!
Is something wrong?
moved so far.
Now, that's 10 times the Hoover Dam.
Right now, there's 560 feet of rock above our head.
This part is phase three of tunnel three.
Planning for it began back in 1954, But construction didn't begin tillJune of 1970.
You know what the most interesting part of tunnel three is?
What's that,Jerry?
The valves.
Each one...
Main departure from tunnels one and two.
Come on!
What a hell of a place to break down.
Hold it.
Let me have your hard hat.
Got a jacket?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here.
Wait here a minute.
Wait until he gets alongside the door.
Hey!
Fellas!
Mickey O'Brien, aqueduct security.
We got a report of a guy coming through here with eight reindeer.
Yeah, they said he was a jolly old fat guy with a snowy white beard.
Cute red and white suit.
I'm surprised you didn't see him.
What's with you guys and these phones?
Give me something.
Holy sh*t.
Is that guy dead?
Yes,Jerry.
I'm afraid he is.
Jesus Christ.
I want you to get ahold of a guy named Cobb.
walter Cobb.
C-O-B-B.
He's the head of my police unit.
Get him down here.
Tell him you were with John McClane.
Tell him to find out who the 21 st president was.
Chester A.
Arthur.
What?
Chester A.
Arthur.
Nominated vice president in 1880.
Did you know he was Collector of Customs here in New York?
No, I didn't know that,Jerry.
Take care of yourself.
We got to release these traffic guys.
No.
Traffic jams we can take care of later.
What's wrong with this?
Frequencies are jammed.
What about Ricky?
Can't reach him.
Walter.
Federal Reserve.
Yeah?
Biggest gold storage in the world.
Get a unit back down there.
Find Ricky.
Find out what the hell is going on.
Walter!
You got to hear this!
I thought we were going in the back way.
This is the back way.
You're about to have a riot at every school in the city.
Start at the top floor, Send the other 50 men to the basement with us.
What about McClane?
Not a word.
I'm getting nothing.
Busy signal.
This is kind of putting all our eggs in one basket, isn't it?
What if McClane's wrong?
Walter.
This is Principal Martinez.
Inspector Cobb.
How do you do, inspector?
Principal, I don't want to alarm your children.
Move them all into the auditorium and keep them calm.
We're coming to the dam.
You can call the rear guard.
Rear guard.
You can close up now.
We've reached the dam.
You can come up now.
Nils.
You can close in now.
Nils.
Attention, attention.
Nils is dead.
I repeat- Nils is dead, fuckhead.
So's his pal... and those four guys from the East German all-stars- your boys at the bank- They'll be a little late.
John.
In the back of the truck you're driving, there's $13 billion worth in gold bullion.
Would a deal be out of the question?
I got a deal for you.
Come out of hiding, and I'll drive this truck up your ass.
How colorful.
I told you not to toy with him!
Thank you.
That's very helpful.
You jeopardized the mission and the contract.
Ivan.
Herr Vogle will help me reach the ship.
I'm going to put an end to this.
Stop!
Targo!
Targo!
Here!
Come here!
We blow the dam.
What?
We drown him.
Up there!
Walter!
Take a look at this.
Janitor said it was delivered this morning.
About 10:30, right?
Not hooked up.
Yeah?
O.K.
Now take a look at the front.
We drill the hinges.
Get everybody out.
Unh!
Unh...
Unh!
Whoa...
Whoa!
Aah!
Aah!
Uhh!
McClane!
McClane!
Where are you?
Over here!
Hell of a way of flagging somebody down.
Did you go to Yankee Stadium?
Yeah.
There's nobody there.
You didn't see nobody?
Nobody was following you?
He's jerking us around.
Come on!
Come on!
Holy sh*t!
Go!
Go!
Go!
It's not rigged.
Pull it.
Well, I'd say you could call off your search.
Can you stop it?
I shouldn't even touch it.
Who knows what booby traps this thing's got?
What about the code?
No word.
When do we evacuate?
Simon says he sees one kid leave the building-boom.
We can't stand here with our thumb up our ass waiting for this freaking thing to blow up!
sh*t!
Keep your head down!
Hold it steady!
Go!
Go!
They're in our way!
Go around them!
I found out who's the 21 st president- some guy named Arthur.
Chester A.
Arthur?
Chester A.
Arthur elementary school?
That's it.
# Gently down the stream #
# Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily #
# Life is but a dream... ##
Hi, kids.
I know you usually have assembly on Fridays, but today is special.
Mr. Lambert here is from the Fire Department.
Today he wants us to practice a brand-new fire drill.
I want you to divide in half.
Half of you go over here and line up against the wall.
The other half go in this direction.
Do it very quietly and very quickly.
Everybody up, please.
Teachers, please help them.
Fire drill, my ass.
The Fire Department...
Maybe it's because of the radio.
You mean, like they're after us?
Tommy squealed on us.
No, he didn't.
Come on.
Where you going?
Let me drive!
Go!
Go!
g*dd*mn it!
Of course he put the b*mb up in that school.
Why would he do that?
To get your complete attention.
Find the fuse panel.
What?
Where's the fuse panel?
Pull out the antilock-brakes fuse.
Which one is it?
Yank them all out.
Put your head down.
Put your head f*cking down.
Listen to me.
Hang the f*ck on, all right?
What the f*ck happened?
You got a "Triple-A" card?
Keep moving.
Keep moving.
I've got the janitors making a last sweep of the building.
Thank you, Miss Martinez.
Come on.
All right.
Stay down.
Stay low.
Oh, man.
What are you doing?
Interrogating him.
What's he going to tell you?
I won't know till I ask him.
See if there's aspirin in that glove box.
No way.
You do it.
The guy in the dump truck had 10 quarters.
Exactly 10 quarters.
Maybe they were making long-distance phone calls.
No.
They're for the bridge, it's for the toll on the bridge.
There!
There!
Down on the wharf- dump trucks.
Right there.
Right there.
They got it loaded on a ship already.
sh*t!
How about the Coast Guard?
Take them an hour to get here.
sh*t!
We can jump.
What?
It's 100 feet down to the deck.
But not to the crane.
The cables would cut you in half.
I can make it.
Get down.
Look in the car for some gloves.
Six booby traps, four dead ends, #And a partridge in a pear tree ##
O.K., honey... let's dance.
We're going to have a race.
When I say "go," run like crazy.
Follow the police officer and the firemen.
Walter, I think we're cutting this a little thin.
No.
We're going to wait.
McClane still may get the code.
Line me up with that crane.
Right there.
You're O.K.
This will take a miracle.
Keep your fingers crossed.
You almost got it.
Yeah!
All right.
Where you going?
You in a hurry?
I'm going first this time.
We have the intercom rigged, sir.
Walter, the kids may be fine, But you wait much longer and I'll pee in my pants.
We're going to wait, Connie.
Six more minutes.
Yo.
McClane.
Down there.
Oh, sh*t.
Go, man.
Go.
Go.
Go.
Aah!
Aah!
Whoa!
Ohh...
Boy, am I glad you talked me out of jumping.
f*ck.
Get his feet.
You go find Simon and b*at the f*cking code out of him.
Here.
Take this.
How's it work?
You don't know how to sh**t a g*n?
All brothers don't know how to sh**t g*ns.
Yank back on that, pull the trigger.
That's it?
Just don't sh**t yourself.
Hey.
Don't be no hero.
You find him, come get me.
Stupid!
Stupid!
You have the autopilot set?
Yes, sir.
Good.
Don't f*cking move.
Oh, the samaritan.
Give me the g*dd*mn code.
Code?
Oh.
You mean for the school.
I'm sorry.
I can't do that.
You call in that code right now, or I blow your sick ass into the next world.
If that's what you got to do...
You've got to take the safety catch off.
Ugh!
God!
See?
That works.
Now where's McClane?
Nicht schiessen!
What was that?
He said, " Don't sh**t.
" O.K., Charlie, we'll have to go with the evacuation.
We're going to go.
You heard the man!
Let's go!
We're going to go.
On my mark...
go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Let's do it.
O.K., g*ng.
Let's go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Hip-hop!
Hip-hop!
Run!
Run!
Run!
Run!
We're going to win!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Let's go!
Keep moving!
Hurry up!
Ugh!
Keep going!
Look what they doing.
Yo!
Where you going?
- What's going on?
- Where you going?
I see you all day, little man, policeman...
and you don't go away.
I'm like that f*cking Energizer bunny.
Where you going now, huh?
Going to arrest me, bunny?
Huh?
I think I'm going rest.
I'm kind of weak.
I knew it was bullshit.
There's nobody watching.
Time to get Charlie out.
Time's up.
Give me another 30 seconds.
It takes a minute 15 if you're a kid.
Last I looked, you weren't too light on your feet.
Oh, my God!
Get them out of there!
The rooms are locked.
Out of my way!
Hey!
Any one marked "4." What's going on, Walter?
We still have kids in the building.
I'm staying.
No, Charlie.
Get out of there.
Ever see that show The Addams Family?
They got a m*therf*cker on there called Lurch.
You don't think I'm going to let you get to that g*n?
Oh.
f*ck!
Four... four...
Get out of the way!
Where are they, Walter?
Still in.
No guts... no glory.
We can jump to the next building!
sh*t!
O.K.
O.K.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, get them up here.
Come on.
Come on.
Mayday!
Mayday!
Bridgeport Coast Guard!
Coast Guard, come in.
Come on, kids!
sh*t!
It's too far!
No guts, no glory.
It's a big f*cking white boat.
Please stay on the line.
Pancake syrup?
Stupid... stupid...
Hello,John McClane.
There was never any b*mb in the school.
Of course not.
I'm a soldier, not a monster, even though I sometimes work for monsters.
No.
The real b*mb is on this ship.
Coast Guard.
I was telling them where the boat was.
Game over, huh?
Not quite over.
Bridgeport Coast Guard, come in, please.
They put you on hold?
She told me to stay on the line.
Oh, God, I love this country.
You know, your brother was an assh*le.
He really was an assh*le.
He was an assh*le.
You got his number.
Yeah, O.K.
Forgive me.
Would you help Mr.
McClane below?
Ohh.
Careful now.
Now, do you have the communique?
Bridgeport radio.
Come in, please, Bridgeport.
Coast Guard.
Oh, you're there, dear.
Yes, we're here.
Will you be able to record a message?
Yes.
Then please begin now.
This is a communiqu from the CRF.
For too long, the West has conspired to steal the wealth of the world, consigning the balance of humanity to economic starvation.
Today, we will level the playing field.
In minutes, the contents of the federal reserve bank- the gold your economies are built on- will be redistributed by expl*sive Across the bottom of the Long Island Sound.
If you are not in gridlock, come and watch.
You going to blow it all up?
That's the idea.
Some gentlemen in the Middle East think they'll make lots of money.
See the men safely off the ship, and I'll see you on the launch.
What's this got to do with k*lling McClane?
Life has its little bonuses.
Didn't you say you didn't even like your brother?
There's a difference between not liking one's brother and not caring when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out a window.
I didn't even know that m*therf*cker.
I never invited you aboard this ship.
No riddle's going to stop this m*therf*cker?
No code, no riddle, no fancy countdown.
Hey, fuckhead.
Yeah, you-fuckhead.
Just one thing I got to know- you got any aspirins?
I've had a bad f*cking headache all day long.
Must be your lucky day.
Keep the bottle.
Right.
Where is the gold?
He's betrayed us.
The containers are filled with that...
If I hadn't saved your f*cking ass, I wouldn't be here about to blow up with $100 billion.
You're only going to blow up with me.
There's no gold on this boat.
How do you know?
I know the family.
Only thing better than blowing up $100 billion is making people think you did.
Well, where is it?
He must have switched it somewhere.
That supposed to make me feel better?
You're wrong.
You're not going to die.
You know some cop trick about handcuffs to get us out?
Yeah.
Use a key.
You know how to pick this lock?
Is this some black sh*t again?
Are you a f*cking locksmith or not?
I need something to do it with.
How about a splinter of that cable?
Hold on.
What the f*ck are you doing?
Uh!
f*ck!
sh*t!
How's that?
that big enough?
Yeah.
That might work.
I'm going to drop it in your hand.
Cup your hand.
Don't drop this m*therf*cker.
Get it in the right.
You ready?
Yeah!
Get it?
Move your hands.
O.K.
Damn, McClane, I was just starting to like you.
Don't.
I'm an assh*le.
What are you talking about?
I lied to you.
About what?
Remember I said Weiss found that b*mb up in Harlem?
They found it down in Chinatown.
That's low even for a white m*therf*cker like you.
What the f*ck was that?
I don't know.
Look, it was the only way to get you to come with me.
You got a wife?
I'm surprised anybody could stay with you long enough to be married.
She didn't stick around.
We're sort of separated.
She was in L.A., I was in New York, we had a fight on the phone, she hung up, I didn't call her back.
How long ago was that?
About a year ago.
What the f*ck you laughing about?
You threw away your marriage because you were too f*cking stupid to pick up the phone?
You think that's funny?
I bet you blame your wife, too.
My wife is a very stubborn woman.
You better stop f*cking laughing and undo these cuffs.
They're almost... there!
How's that for concentration?
Oh, sh*t!
I dropped the pin.
g*dd*mn it!
Where'd it go?
Find it!
I don't see it.
What the f*ck is that?
I think I made it mad.
Go, McClane, get the f*ck out of here.
g*dd*mn it!
Listen to me!
Just go.
It's hard enough getting through the day without your death on my conscience.
All right.
Tools...
Check the engine room.
There's no time!
What the hell's it doing now?
It's mixing.
sh*t!
What the hell are you doing?
Lean forward.
Lean forward, g*dd*mn it!
What- What the f*ck are you doing?
Lean forward.
Oh, no!
Get ready!
f*cking sh*t!
sh*t!
Oh, g*dd*mn!
g*dd*mn!
Come on!
Come on!
My leg.
Ow!
Get up the stairs Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Get up the stairs!
Oh, sh*t!
Damn it!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Run, damn it!
Run!
I am!
Come on!
All right?
Watch, watch, watch!
Let's go!
Aah!
Aah!
How's he doing?
I'm sh*t in the leg.
How you think I'm doing?
He's going to be just fine.
And you?
Fine.
You get Ricky out of there?
Yeah, they found him.
You going to be all right?
Got a bad headache.
Think they're mad at me?
I wouldn't worry about them.
They'll get to you eventually.
They're busy with this salvage operation.
No.
Dredges!
Dredges!
There's no gold out there.
What do you mean?
He took it.
He b*at me.
He b*at all of us.
He wasn't playing against you.
f*ck that, McClane!
You're still alive, aren't you?
Well, aren't you?
Yeah.
So he lost.
Lambert, would you give him a quarter?
assh*le.
Yeah, it's collect from John.
Uh, Carmen,just tell them you'll accept the charges.
Son of a bitch had aspirin.
Yeah, it's John.
I'm hanging in there.
Holly there?
I'll hold on.
Zeus, hold up!
Hold up!
John?
John?
John?
g*dd*mn it!
Yesterday...
Yesterday we were an army with no country.
Tomorrow... we have to decide which country we want to buy!
And remember... this is all due to the g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
To the police department!
Yeah!
Kamerad!
Kamerad!
Deitman, take over.
All right, listen up!
First squad, you muster out in half an hour in the school bus!
You'll be the lacrosse team!
No rush.
Jurgens, you'll be the padre!
Padre?
Lights!
Douse those lights.
Hey, dickhead, did I come at a bad time?
Aah!
Wow!
I think she's pissed at you, McClane.
Go!
Go!
Go!
He's under us now.
Come back around.
Zeus, what's on your side?
Look like roaches in the lights.
I'll be going to Nova Scotia.
You go with the trucks.
I have something personal to finish.
Let's go to work.
That's right, run, m*therf*ckers!
The exterminators are here!
Whoo!
What the f*ck?
We got a chopper behind us!
Got a g*n on board?
What is this?
Hold it still.
I can't see a thing.
Oh, sh*t!
Oh, sh*t!
What do you mean, "Oh, sh*t"?
Hang on.
Hang on.
We're going down.
Cease fire!
Hey, McClane, what the f*ck?
Hey, we got smoke!
We got f*cking smoke and sh*t flying on me!
Truck!
Truck!
Hold on.
We got to get out of here!
They'll start sh**ting any second.
Oh, sh*t!
I can't get it off!
Look out!
Here he comes!
Can't get out, McClane.
Get him out of here.
Where you going?
I'll get his attention.
sh*t.
This keeps getting better and better.
I had no idea Canada could be this much fun.
Just give me something to sh**t at.
Come on, hotshot.
Show me that smiling face.
Say hello to your brother.
Get out of here!
Yippee-ki-yay, m*therf*cker.
Looks like you got his attention.
Yeah, looks like it.
Think we should call a fire truck?
f*ck them.
Let him cook.
Oh, sh*t!
What?
What?
I left Holly hanging on hold.
Aw, call her back.
I don't know.
She's going to be pissed.
She'll get over it.
I don't know, Zeus.
Like I said, she's a very stubborn woman.
She'd have to be to stay married to you.
Ha ha ha!
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