"Alan, bomb squad, special services... state police, and the FBI." "Lieutenant Jergensen, you, Palmer... go to St. John's emergency... in case we got any walk-ins from the street." "Kramer, get the city engineer." "I got a file a damage report." "Very important." "Bonwit Teller." "Who would want to blow up a department store?" "Ever see a woman miss a shoe sale?" "Connie, get started on the witness sheet." "Ricky, you and Joe... make sure the uniforms got it cordoned off there... and don't let the damn TV crews in." "Inspector, phone." "Not now." "Benson, traffic!" "Get Fifth Avenue cleared up by 3:00... or we got the traffic jam from hell." "Walter, 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."" "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 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 and 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." "You better find out what rock he's under... and kick it over." "John." "Thanks." "Give me a few more." "Jesus, John." "You look like shit." "Where did we leave off with that roster?" "We got three killings in Redhook the past two nights." "Put Miner on it." "And Genetti." "The mayor's office will call before the day's out." "Next, 14 dumptrucks stolen... from a yard in Staten Island." "Fourteen?" "Jesus!" "Are they starting a construction company?" "It was John's landlady going to clean his apartment." "Insurance fraud." "Trucks are probably already out in California." "Contractor splits the money with the thieves." "We had that in Jersey couple years ago, Joe, remember?" "See what Kelly can do with it." "Hey, what was the lottery number last night?" "Four-six-six-seven." "You still betting your badge, Rick?" "Yeah." "Sixty-nine-ninety-one every week." "Six-nine-ninety-one." "Lucky number." "Half the cops here play their badges." "How are the kids, John?" "They're OK." "Did you talk with Holly?" "No, I didn't talk to Holly." "Coming up on it, Inspector." "Is it hot, or am I just scared to death?" "Wanna make sure the gun'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?" "Ten blocks?" "You fucking kidding me?" "Oh, man." "That's just great." "Walter, what is all this about?" "If we don't do what he says, he'll blow up another place." "Why me?" "I have no idea." "He just said it had to be you." "It's nice to be needed." "Frankly, John" "How about you mind your fucking business about Holly, huh?" "You and Simon are fucking up a perfectly good hangover." "OK." "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!" "Yo, Uncle!" "Come look at this!" "It's 10 after 9:00." "Why aren't you in school?" "Tony wants to sell this." "Tony." "That no-neck dude they call Bad T?" "He found it in a dumpster." "He keeps stealing, they'll find him in a dumpster." "He didn't steal it." "His uncle gave it to him." "Hand me that newspaper there." "Don't ever let people use you." "You're running all over town with stolen property." "If you get caught, you get 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?" "School." " Why?" " To get educated." " Why?" " So we can go to college." " And why is that important?" " To get 'espect." "Respect." "And who's the bad guys?" " Guys who sell drugs." " Guys who have guns." " Who are the good guys?" " We're the good guys." " Who's going to help you?" " Nobody." " So who's going to help you?" " We're gonna help ourselves." " Who do we not want to help us?" " White people." "That's right." "Get on out of here." "Go to school." "Uncle, you better come look at this." "What?" "There's a white man standing 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 killed." "And get your butts to school, you hear?" "Yeah." "All right." "Man, you best 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 standing in Harlem... wearing a sign that says, "I hate niggers..."" "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 kill you." "You understand?" "You are about to have a very bad day." "Yeah, tell me about it." "It's a police matter." "For your safety" "You damn right it's a police matter." "I suggest you hide your butt in my shop till the police arrive." "What the fuck?" "!" "Aw, shit." " Listen, I'm a cop on a case." " What?" "Somebody blew up Bonwit Teller's." " You hear about that?" " Yeah." "The asshole responsible said I gotta do this... or he's gonna blow up something else." "Shit, shit, shit." "I got a gun." "Get across the street." "Start acting crazy, like Looney Toons... 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." "And my God..." "I told the librarian I had a bad headache... but she didn't believe me." "I really do have a bad headache..." "I have a very bad headache!" "My head doesn't" "Shut the fuck up!" "You've made a very bad mistake." "Boo-ya his ass." "Ha ha ha!" "Ha ha!" "Cut that shit off." "Fellas, fellas!" "Nature boy here hates niggers." "What are we gonna do about that?" "Hold up, hold up, hold up!" "Oh, shit!" " Back!" "Back up!" " Hey, Zeus is trippin'." "Back the fuck up!" "Now!" "Come on, man, get up." "Get out of here!" "Stop the cab-- stop the goddamn cab!" "Don't shoot me!" "Get up!" "Come on, get up!" "Back off." "I mean it!" "I don't want to, but I will." "You know I will." "Go, go!" "Get the fuck out of here!" "Drive!" "Drive!" "Don't stop." "Just keep driving." "Run the red light!" "Here, man." "That's all I got." "Put that money away." "No one's robbing you." "Just run all the lights." "Drive." "You got it, boss." " Oh, man." "Damn!" " That cut deep?" " How the hell would I know?" " Just keep pressure on it." " Goddamn!" " Oh, fuck!" "Jesus, right?" " John McClane." "I owe you." " Damn right you do!" "Know what they're doing to my shop now?" "Chill out, Jesus." "Chill out?" "You trying to relate to me?" "Talk white." "Jesus, I'm sorry" "Why you keep calling me Jesus?" "I look Puerto Rican?" "Guy back there called you Jesus." "Not Jesus." "He said, "Hey, Zeus."" "My name is Zeus." "Zeus?" "As in father of Apollo, Mount Olympus... don't-fuck-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." "Down town." "Police plaza." "Oh, ho." "That's just great." "Record of all collars recently released... and anybody else he might've looked at sideways." "Textbook megalomania." "It's a pathological state... in which fantasies of control or omnipotence predominate." "He wants control over him-- over his actions, his thoughts-- even his emotions." "Sounds like a secret admirer, John." "Yeah." "Maybe he'll send me flowers." "Everybody knows you like pansies." "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?" "OK." "Hold this here." "This is Fred Schiller, John, and he's a" "A shrink." "Yeah, I got it." "Yes." "We're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality... with possible paranoid schizophrenic" "Let's skip to where you explain... what the fuck this has to do with me." "I don't know... but what I do know is it specifically has to do with you." "This guy wants to pound you until you crumble." "He wants you to dance to his tune, then" "Put on a dress and fuck me?" "I was going to say kill 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 hell of a long list." "Fuck you, Joe." "These people don't like to work anonymously." "They want you to know who's doing it." "This name Simon probably isn't an alias." "It's probably Simon or some variation." ""Simon, Robert E. Busted in '86." ""Extortion." "Kidnapping." "10 to 15." ""Did seven years for good behavior." ""Released on a state work furlough two months ago."" "Thanks, Rick." "Bob Simons was a bankrupt businessman... who kidnapped his partner's daughter." "He's a fuck up, not a psycho." "The guy we want is 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, Charlie?" "It's unmixed." "You can't hurt it." "This stuff is cutting edge." "It's a binary liquid." "A what?" "Like epoxy." "Two liquids." "Either one by itself you got nothing." "But mix them..." "Ricky." "Charlie, you're gonna 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 bomb has to arm itself." "You'll see the red liquid pump into the clear... before it detonates." "How long before?" "Ten seconds, two minutes." "Could be anything." "But once it's mixed... be somewhere else." "This stuff has gotto be pretty rare." "Find out if any of it is 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." "Bomb has a double-feedback loop." "A nasty little trick used in Lebanon." "Charlie." "Charlie!" " Shh." " What?" "Want to start the trace?" "Simon." "He wore the board... walked the street, and survived..." "Hauptmann Walter." "Where are my pigeons now?" "Pigeons?" "I had two pigeons, bright and gay... fly from me the other day." "Why was it 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?" "Is the ebony Samaritan there now?" "You got a problem with ebony?" "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!" "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 was going to send you home with a chiding... but now I think" "We got him." "It's a pay phone... in Oslo." " 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 fucking 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-kill me?" "John, John, calm yourself." "Why don't you come down here... and we'll figure this out like men?" "If killing you was all I wanted, you'd be dead 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." "What would it take... just to forget him and live happily ever after?" "Money is shit to me." "I would not give up McClane... for all the gold in your Fort Knox." "72nd Street subway, pay phone, 15 minutes." "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 gun." "You didn't answer my question." "Hey!" "You didn't answer my question, Walter." "Are you done, Lieutenant?" "You two better leave 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 110th Street." "Hey." "Why'd you save my ass?" "I didn't." "I stopped a white cop from getting killed in Harlem." "One white cop gets killed today... tomorrow we got 1,000 white cops... all of them with itchy trigger fingers, got it?" "Get him back." "Where'd you find that bomb?" "Chinatown." "Shit." "Yo." "Yo, partner." "Wait up." "Hey, hey, I ain't your partner... your neighbor, your brother, or your friend." "I'm your total stranger." "OK, 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 bomb?" "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." "They're at 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." "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 shit 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." "It's a public phone." "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 explosive... 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." "My phone number is 555 and the answer." "Call me in 30 seconds or die." "Seven guys with seven wives" "Shut up, McClane." "Seven guys with seven wives" "He said seven wives with seven sacks." "Seven times seven is 49." "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." "Seven wives times seven-- 49... with seven cats-- Seven times 49 is 343, right?" " Asking me or telling me?" " I'm telling you." "Three-forty-three times seven is..." "Two thousand, four hundred and one." " That's 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." "Fuck 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?" "Who's going to St. Ives?" "Just the guy." "Just one guy?" " The answer's one." " How do you dial one?" "Five-five-five- zero-zero-zero-one." "Zero-zero-one." "Just one guy's going." " Hello, John." " Piece of cake." "Give us something harder next time." "But you're 10 seconds late." "No!" "The answer is one!" "There's a bomb in the trash can!" "Get down!" "There's a bomb!" "Welcome to New York." "Yeah." "Get up." "Come on." "Come on." "Let's go." "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "Bomb." "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, I blow the train." "I call you in 30 minutes." "Be there." "Fuck." "Ninety blocks in 30 minutes 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..." "What the fuck are you doing?" "You were saying?" "I was saying, I used to drive a cab... and Ninth Avenue is the fastest way south." "We seem to be going east." "Where the hell are you going?" "Ninth Avenue's 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 Ninth." "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." "Shit!" "We lost them in the park headed south." "Get out of here!" "What are you, cra" "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?" "Twenty-seven minutes." "Ha!" "72nd and Broadway to Central Park South... in three minutes." "It's got to be a fucking record." "Come on, get out" "Yeah." "Now what?" " We need a fire truck." " What?" "To follow." "Nine-one-one." "Lieutenant John McClane, NYPD." "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 Ninth Avenue!" "Need an ambulance!" "Over!" "The Roosevelt hospital is two blocks from there." "Slow the fuck 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 St. Luke's hospital." "Hang on." "Time?" "10:02." "We're halfway there, with 18 minutes to go." "Fuck 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 get to that phone by 10:20." "I'm gonna get that bomb." "You fail, I cover your ass." "I fail, you cover my ass." "If we both fail?" "Then we're both fucked." "Go, now!" "Get to that phone booth by 10:20!" "My lucky fucking day." "Shit!" "Look out, ma'am!" "Look out!" "Look out!" "Look out!" "Get out of the way!" "This is a bad idea." "Whoa!" "Excuse me!" "Get out of the way, please." "One-twelve Wall Street." "This isn't a taxi." "You don't understand." "Your light's on." "I'll make it simple." "One-twelve Wall Street... or I'll have your medallion suspended." "What, you don't like white people?" "One-twelve Wall Street." "You got it." "Move your legs!" "Get your legs out of the way!" "Sorry." "Sorry." "Hey!" "Excuse me." "Hey!" "Shit!" "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." "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 goddamn 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 towards the other end of the car." "Go!" "Watch out!" "Watch it!" "Watch it!" "Go!" "I have to answer that phone." "Get 'em up!" "Look, if you have to shoot me... then you go ahead, and you shoot 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." "This is noncompliance." "Good-bye." "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." "You can see right down into the subway." "How many fire trucks?" "You guys." "How can you see from up here?" "Get in there." "Officer, tell those people to get the hell back!" "We got a shit load of cuts and bruises... 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 bomb was going off no matter what." "Take this off me." "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." "Bill Jarvis." "He's, uh" "I'm, uh, with another agency." "It's good to meet you." "This is Lieutenant McClane." "This is Mr. Carver." "We got a couple of questions." "First... do you recognize this guy?" "No." "How about this one?" "Mm-mmm." "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 surveillance-- telephone, house, anything unusual?" "Well, now that you mention it..." "I have experienced a burning sensation between my toes." "I thought it was 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." "There's a guy out there setting off bombs." "He calls himself Simon." "He speaks with a German accent." "And for some reason, he's very angry with me." "And maybe you can tell me why, huh?" "The first man there is Mathias Targo." "The first man there is Mathias Targo." "Was Hungarian Army, explosives 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 bomb 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..." "Krieg." "That's an exceptional report." "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 Krieg... was born Simon Peter..." "Gruber." "He's Hans Gruber's brother." "So..." "Yeah." "It's that thing in L.A." "We figure 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." "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 explosives... 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 2,400 pounds?" "Yes, but please don't interrupt again." "Simon says, if you attempt to evacuate schools... the bomb 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." "Pay phone beyond Hope." "Tompkins Square Park." "Twenty minutes." "Go by foot." "No rush." "If you're really clever... you'll learn the bomb's location and the code to disarm it." "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" "Twenty-four hundred pounds of that liquid stuff." "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 school on 64th Street." "How can I help?" "How many men you got?" "Seventy-five." "I push the panic button..." "I can get 500." " When?" " Two-thirty, three o'clock." "Between now and then..." "We're going to have to do this all by ourselves." "Let's go." "Tompkins Square Park is more than two miles away." "Get running." "No radios." "Take my telephone." "You get anything, call me through the switchboard." "Good luck." "Thanks." "Find that bomb." "Ricky, where are they?" "Right over here." "The senior man is Chief Allen." " Chief of what?" " Transit." "Thanks, Ricky." "Gentlemen, we have a decision to make." "Chief Allen, the man who's done this... has told us he's planted a very large bomb... 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 goddamn librarians-- and we start searching schools... and I mean right now." "I'm talking about a thousand buildings... and we have three 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." "OK." "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 come through this switchboard." "And I'm going to marry Donald Trump." "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 shit, Walsh!" "Thank you." "What the hell?" "Hey." "Whoa." "Whoa." "Whoa." "Detective." "Bob Thompson..." "City Engineer's office." "We're getting 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." "Is this it?" "Holy Toledo!" "Somebody had fun." "I'd appreciate it... if you'd show my associates the way." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Sure." "Jimmy, you got the flash light?" "Murphy, come on." "You, too." "Rick Walsh." "John Gunther." "Come on, gentlemen." "Let's go." "You were at World Trade's." "You know what that mess was." "Please inform Mr. Little that Mr. Vanderfloog is here." "Mr. Vanderfloog." "There's a Mr. Vanderfloog 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 shooting!" " Speak English!" " Otto doesn't speak English." "Do you, Otto?" "Where did we get this guy?" "One of Targo's thugs." "Go all the way up." "All the way." "So what's up with this L.A. thing?" "You famous or something?" "For about five minutes." "Don't tell me." "Rodney King, right?" "Fuck you." "You know this guy Simon?" "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 shit 'cause some white cop... threw some white asshole's brother off a roof?" "Mr. Vanderfloog." "Felix Little, corporate relations." "Sorry you had to wait... but there was a subway explosion." "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?" "Back!" "Back!" "Come on!" "Come on." "Oh, no, Mr. Vanderfloog." "That's the vault elevator." "I'm sorry." "Our alarms are sonic and seismic." "They don't react well to explosions." "This subway business has knocked out all 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." "OK." "I'll be right back." "Down!" "Stay back!" "Stay back!" "Come on." "Come on!" "Front desk." "Get your ass down here!" "I'm under attack!" "Relax." "Maybe you'll live through this." "Shit!" "I think he's dead, my dear." "All right." "Let's see to the office workers." "Being done, herr Oberst." "And the square?" "Perimeter secure, herr Oberst." "One hundred and forty billion dollars!" "Ten times 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 bomb?" "Yeah." "Go ahead and grab it." "No." "You're the cop." "You're supposed to be helping." "I'm helping." "When you going to start helping?" "After you get the bomb." "Careful." "I'm being careful." "Don't open it." "What?" "I got to open it." "It's going to be all right." "Shit!" "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 five gallon and a three gallon." "Fill one jug with exactly four gallons of water." "Place it on the scale, and the timer will stop." "You must be precise." "One ounce or more or less 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 three-gallon jug... with four gallons, right?" "I know." "Here we go." "We fill the three-gallon jug exactly to the top, right?" "Uh-huh." "We pour that three gallons into the five-gallon jug... giving us three gallons in the five-gallon jug." "Then what?" "We take the three-gallon jug, fill it a third" "He said be precise." "Exactly four gallons." "Every cop's running his ass off... and I'm 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 fucking 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 nigger." " No, I wasn't!" " Yes, you were!" "Asshole!" "How's that?" "Asshole!" "You got some fucking problem because I'm white?" "Have I oppressed you?" "Have I oppressed your people somehow?" "You don't like me 'cause you're a racist!" "What?" "You don't like me 'cause I'm white!" "I don't like you because you're going to get me killed!" "Shit!" "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 two gallons in here, right?" "Leaving one gallon of empty space." "Yeah." "A full five gallons here, right?" "Pour one gallon out of five gallons into there... we have exactly... 4 gallons!" "Pour it!" "Come on!" "Don't spill-- don't spill it." "Good." "Good." "We got four gallons." "You did it, McClane!" "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 bomb?" "On the contrary, you have lots of time." "You have... two hours and 47 minutes precisely." "Plenty of time to test those wits of yours." "Listen, jerk-off, I got a bad fucking hangover!" "Now, where is the school bomb?" "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?" "Twenty-one again." "Half of 42. 42 what?" "How many players on the Yankees ball club?" "Twenty-five." "What else is 21?" "Black jack." "It's a club." "It's a wild goose chase is what it is." "Where's the nearest "A" train?" "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "Some kid might find that." "You're right." "Come back here... you little sons of bitches!" "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 Butter finger?" "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 asshole!" "Why don't you run over everybody in the street?" "What the fuck are we doing here?" "What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?" "You're talking in riddles." "What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?" " What?" " Schools." "And what do they have a shit load 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, kill him." "Stop toying with him and kill him now." "OK." "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 bomb." " 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, NYPD." "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 explosion 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 fucking gun down!" "Put it down now!" "Put it down!" "Hello!" "Anybody down here?" "Freeze!" "Put your fucking hands in the air!" "No, John!" "No!" "No!" "It's me!" "You almost gave me a heart attack." "You all right?" " Huh?" " You all right?" "!" "Yeah." "It's not my blood." "What's going on?" "Go take a look." "Hey, McClane." "Where the hell is everybody?" "Simon fucking says!" "I should've seen it coming a mile away." "This was never about revenge." "It's about a goddamn heist." "What was in the room?" "This." "What is this?" "Oh, shit!" "Is this gold?" "Yeah, it's gold." "Damn, this is heavy!" "They cleaned out a whole room of this?" "Yeah." "That would take a tank or..." "Or a dumptruck." "Fourteen great big dumptrucks." "We almost got hit by a dumptruck." "Damn!" "Slow down!" "Put that shit down." "No fucking way." "They ain't gonna let you keep it." "We'll see." "We'll need a car." "Can you hot-wire this?" "Of course I can." "I'm an electrician." "Only problem is... takes too fucking long." "Not on the bridge!" "Down there, McClane!" "The FDR!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Come on!" "Oh, shit!" "What?" "Shot 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." "Jesus Christ!" "Who do you think you are, lady-- Hillary Clinton?" "That's it!" "Clinton." "The 42nd president." "She'd be the 43rd president." "All right, all right, but who's the 21st?" " I don't know." " You don't know?" "No!" "Do you know?" " No!" " Well?" "This engine's shit." "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!" "Who was the 21st president?" "Go fuck yourself!" "That guy was pissed." "He'll feel better when he looks in the backseat." "Shit, 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 shit load of it." "They're headed north in dumptrucks." "Have you been drinking?" "Not since this morning." "There's a lot of dumptrucks northbound... on the FDR at about 70th." "Close the bridge and get some helicopters there." "I couldn't close a hot dog stand now." "I'm spread all over." "What about this damn bomb?" "It's got something to do with the 21st president." "John, John, the 21st what?" "Walter!" "Shit." "Goddamn cellular fucking phones!" "Reach Munsen on the Triborough." "Tell him to close all the bridges north of 59th." " Looking for dumptrucks." " Dumptrucks?" "McClane says there are dumptrucks... headed up the FDR loaded with gold." "They don't allow dumptrucks 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 bomb 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 turn off." "Hi." "It's Elvis Duran." "You're on the air." "First, I want to say 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-- know what they're up to?" "There's a bomb in a school." "My cousin's a cop." "Somebody put a big bomb 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 shit." " Doris." " Annie?" "Doris, can you reach my wife?" "Turley!" "Half the goddamn 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 kill me!" "Don't shoot 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!" "That!" "The water pipe!" "Goes for about 60 miles!" " You the foreman?" " Yeah." "NYPD!" "Any dumptrucks come through here last few minutes?" "I'm writing those fucking clowns up!" "They better pay attention to work orders." "What happened?" "A dozen idiots tore ass up the tube." "We're not loading 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." "From there, we've already brought the reservoir water in." "Any way in or out of there?" "There's vent shafts every two miles." "I mean with a truck." "At the Coffer Dam." "You can get a truck in." "Just follow Saw Mill Parkway." "It's about 20 miles." "I'll meet you there." "What am I doing?" "You're going up to Yankee stadium!" "McClane!" "Go." "We got less than two hours!" "Goddamn it!" "Hey!" "Is something wrong?" "Four hundred eighty yards of rock moved so far." "That's ten times the Hoover Dam." "There's 516 feet of rock above our heads." "This part is phase three of tunnel three." "Planning began back in 1954... but construction didn't begin till June 1970." "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 place to break down." "Hold it." "Let me have your hard hat." "You 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... 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 shit." "Is that guy dead?" "Yes, Jerry." "I'm afraid he is." "Jesus Christ." "I want you to get a hold of a guy named Cobb." "Walter Cobb." "C-O-B-B." "He's head of my police unit." "Get him down here." "Tell him you were with John McClane." "Ask him who the 21st president was." " Chester A. Arthur." " What?" "Chester A. Arthur." "1881 to 1885." "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." "In half an hour... you're going to have a riot at every school in the city." "Start at the top floor-- 20 men per floor." "Send 50 to the basement with us." "What about McClane?" "Not a word." "Just a busy signal." "Isn't this putting all our eggs in one basket?" "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." "Crawl 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!" "Look at this." "Janitor said this was delivered this morning." "Not hooked up." "Yeah?" "Now take a look at the front." "We drill the hinges." "Get everybody out." "Whoa..." "Whoa!" "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 shit!" "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 thing to blow up!" "Shit!" "Keep your head down!" "Hold it steady!" "Go!" "Go!" "They're in our way!" "Go around them!" "I found out who's the 21st 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." "He ain't from 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!" "Goddamn it!" "Why didn't you tell me before?" "Of course he put the bomb 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 fucking down." "Listen to me." "Hang the fuck on, all right?" "What the fuck 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." "Three's and nine's are wild." "Stay down." "Stay low." "Oh, man." " What are you doing?" " Interrogating him." "What's he gonna say, "I'm dead"?" "I won't know till I ask him." "See if there's aspirin in that glove box." "No way." "You do it." "Ten quarters." "The guy in the dumptruck 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-- dumptrucks." "Right there." "Right there." "They got it loaded on a ship already." "Shit!" "How about the Coast Guard?" "Take them an hour to get here." "Shit!" "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 peartree." "OK, honey... let's dance." "We're going to have a race." "When I say "Go", run like crazy." "Follow the police officer and the fireman." "Walter, 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 OK." "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, shit." "Go, man." "Go." "Go." "Go." "Boy, am I glad you talked me out of jumping." "Fuck." "Get his feet." "I'm gonna find Simon... and beat the fucking code out of him." "Here." "Take this." "How's it work?" "You don't know how to shoot a gun?" "All brothers don't know how to shoot guns." "Sue me." "Yank back on that, pull the trigger." "That's it?" "Just don't shoot 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 fucking move." "Oh, the Samaritan." "Give me the goddamn 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." "God!" "See?" "That works." "Now, where's McClane?" "What was that?" "He said, "Don't shoot"." "OK, 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..." "Five, four, three, two, one." "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Let's do it." "OK, gang." "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!" "Keep going!" "Look what they doing." "Yo!" "Where you going?" "What's going on?" "I see you all day, little man..." "policeman... and you don't go away." "Yeah, I'm that fucking Energizer Bunny." "Where you going now, huh?" "Going to arrest me, bunny?" "Huh?" "I don't think I'm going to arrest you." "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 "four"." "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 motherfucker on there called Lurch." "You think I'll let you get to that gun?" "Oh." "Fuck!" "Four... four..." "Get out of the way!" "Where are they, Walter?" "Still in." "No guts... no glory." "We can jump to the next building!" "Shit!" "Out of the way." "OK." "Come on." "Come on." "Get them up here." "Come on." "Come on." "Mayday!" "Mayday!" "Bridgeport Coast Guard!" "Coast Guard, come in." "Come on, kids!" "Shit!" "It's too far!" "No guts, no glory." "It's a big fucking white boat." "Please stay on the line." "Pancake syrup?" "Stupid... stupid..." "Hello, John McClane." "There was never any bomb in the school." "Of course not." "I'm a soldier, not a monster... even though I sometimes work for monsters." "No." "The real bomb 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 asshole." "Ha!" "He was an asshole." "You got his number." "Yeah, OK." "Forgive me." "Would you help Mr. McClane below?" "Careful now." "Now, do you have the communiqué?" "Bridgeport radio." "Come in, please, Bridgeport." "Coast Guard." "Oh, you're there, dear." "Yes, we're here." "Are you able to record a message?" "Yes." "Then please begin now." "This is a communiqué 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 explosive... 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 killing McClane?" "Life has its little bonuses." "Didn't you say you didn't even like your brother?" "There's a difference between disliking him... and not caring when some dumb Irish flatfoot... drops him out a window." "I didn't even know that motherfucker." "I never invited you aboard this ship." "No riddle's going to stop this motherfucker?" "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 fucking 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 fucking ass..." "I wouldn't be sitting 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?" "No." "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 shit again?" "Are you a fucking locksmith or not?" "I need something to do it with." "How about a splinter of that cable?" "That might work." "Hold on." "What the fuck are you doing?" "Fuck!" "Shit!" "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 motherfucker." "Get it in the right." "You ready?" "One... two... spit it." " Yeah!" " Get it?" "Move your hands." "OK." "Damn, McClane, I was just starting to like you." "Don't." "I'm an asshole." "What are you talking about?" "I lied to you." "About what?" "Remember I said Weiss found that bomb up in Harlem?" "They found it down in Chinatown." "That's low even for a white motherfucker like you." "What the fuck 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." "What the fuck is 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 fuck you laughing about?" "You threw away your marriage... because you were too fucking 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 fucking laughing and undo these cuffs." "They're almost... there!" "How's that for concentration?" "Oh, shit!" "I dropped the thing." "Goddamn it!" "Where'd it go?" "Find it!" "I don't see it." "What the fuck is that?" "I think I made it mad." "Go, McClane, get the fuck out of here." "Goddamn it!" "Listen to me!" "Just go." "It's hard enough getting through the day... without your death on my conscience." "OK." "Tools." "Check the engine room." "There's no time!" "What the hell's it doing now?" "It's mixing." "Shit!" "What the hell are you doing?" "Lean forward." "Lean forward, goddamn it!" "What" "What the fuck are you doing?" " Lean forward." " Oh, no!" "Get ready!" "Fucking shit!" "Shit!" "Oh, goddamn!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Fuck!" "My leg." "Get upstairs!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Get upstairs!" "Oh, shit!" "Damn it!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "God damn it!" "Oh!" " Run, damn you!" " I am!" "Come on!" "All right?" "Watch, watch, watch!" "Let's go!" "Down here!" "How's he doing?" "I'm shot 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 beat me." "He beat all of us." "He wasn't playing against you." "Fuck that, McClane!" "You're still alive, aren't you?" "Well, aren't you?" "Yeah." "So, he lost." "Lambert, would you give him a quarter?" "Asshole." "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!" "John?" "John?" "John?" "Goddamn 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!" "Leutnant, take over." "All right, listen up!" "First squad, you muster out in 30 minutes in the school bus!" "You'll be the lacrosse team!" "No rush." "And, Jurgen, you'll be the padre!" "Padre?" "Lights!" "Douse those lights." "Hey, dickhead... did I come at a bad time?" "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 with the lights coming on." "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, motherfuckers!" "The exterminators are here!" "What the fuck?" "We got a chopper behind us!" "Got a gun on board?" "What is this?" "Hold it still." "I can't see a thing." "Oh, shit!" "Oh, shit!" "What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?" "Hang on." "Hang on." "We're going down." "Watch the wire!" "Hey, McClane, what the fuck?" "Hey, we got smoke!" "We got fucking smoke and shit flying on me!" "Truck!" "Truck!" "Hold on." "We gotta get out of here!" "They'll start shooting any second." "Oh, shit!" "I can't get the belt off!" "Look out!" "Here he comes!" "Can't get out, McClane." "Get him out of here." "Where you going?" "I'll get his attention." "Shit." "This keeps getting better and better." "I had no idea Canada could be this much fun." "Just give me something to shoot at." "Come on, hotshot." "Show me that smiling face." "Say hello to your brother." "Get out of here!" "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker." "Looks like you got his attention." "Yeah, looks like it." "Think we should call a fire truck?" "Fuck him." "Let them cook." "Oh, shit!" "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!"