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Alan - bomb squad, special
services, state police and the FBI.

Lieutenant Jergenson, Hugh
Palmer - go to St John's Emergency

in case we got any
walk-ins from the street.

Kramer, get the city engineers. I got to
find out the damage report. It's important.

Bonwit Teller. Who'd blow
up a department store?

Ever see a woman
miss a shoe sale?

Connie, get started
on a witness sheet.

Ricky, you and Joe make sure
the uniforms got it cordoned off.

And you don't let the damn
TV crews in. Benson?

- Inspector? Phone.
- Not now.

Benson - traffic. We get Fifth 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 pieman
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 will 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 and Amsterdam.

- Which is in Harlem, if I'm not mistaken.
- Kowalski! Lambert!

- Do you know where to find McClane?
- I doubt you'll find him in church.

Well, you'd better find out what
rock he's under... and kick it over.

John?

Thanks.

Gimme some more. Come on.

Jesus, John. You look like shit.

Where did we leave
off with that roster?

Well, we got three killings
in Red Hook the past two nights.

Put Miner on it. And Genetti.
The mayor's office'll call later today.

Next, 14 dump trucks stolen
from a yard in Staten Island.

14? Jesus. Is somebody startin'
a construction company?

Nah, it was John's landlady
gonna clean his apartment.

Insurance fraud.

The trucks are probably
already out in California.

The contractor splits the money with the
thieves. We had it out in Jersey awhile ago.

See what Kelly can do with it.

- What was the lottery number last night?
- 4667.

- Still bettin' your badge, Rick?
- Yeah.

6991 every week.

6991. Lucky number.

Half the cops in New
York play their badges.

How are the kids, John?

I hear they're OK.

Did you talk with Holly?

- No, I didn't talk to Holly.
- Comin' up on it, Inspector.

Is it hot in here or am
I just scared to death?

You 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 honoured.
- Yeah.

So was she.

So, where's the backup gonna be?

We're gonna drop
back to 128th Street.

What?

Ten blocks? Are you
fuckin' kiddin' 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 a public place.

- Why me? What's he got to do with me?
- I have no idea.

He just said it had to be you.

It's nice to be needed.

- Frankly, you haven't been much...
- Mind your fuckin' business about Holly.

You and Simon are fuckin' 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.

Man.

- Yo, Uncle.
- Come look at this.

- It's after nine. 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 stealin', they'll find
him in a dumpster.

He didn't steal it.
He says his uncle gave it to him.

Mm-hm.

Hand me that
newspaper over there.

Don't ever let people use you. You're
runnin' around with stolen property.

If you get caught, you get in trouble,
while he denies it and walks away.

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 goin'?
- School.

- Why?
- To get educated.

- Why?
- So we can go to college.

- And why is that important?
- To get 'espect.

"Respect". Now, who's the bad guys?

- Guys who sell drugs.
- Guys who have guns.

- And who's the good guys?
- We are.

- Who's gonna help you?
- Nobody.

- So who's gonna help you?
- We help ourselves.

- Who do we not want to help us?
- White people.

That's right.

Now get on outta here. Go to school.

- Uncle, you'd better come look at this.
- What?

- There's a white man standing in the street.
- I seen one.

Not like this.

Dial 911. Tell the police to get up here
quick. Somebody's about to get killed.

- Then get your butts to school, you hear me?
- Yeah.

All right.

Back off, man.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

You havin' a nice day, sir?
You feelin' all right?

Not to get too personal,

but a white man standing in Harlem
wearin' a sign that says "I hate niggers"

has either got some serious personal
issues or not all his dogs are barkin'.

Hey. I'm talkin' to you.

You got about ten seconds
before those guys see you.

When they do, they will kill 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 is. For your own safety, hide
your butt in my shop till the police get here.

What the fuck...?

Oh, shit.

I'm a cop. I'm on a case. Somebody blew up
Bonwit Teller's. Did you hear about that?

The asshole that did that said I had to do
this, or he's gonna blow up somethin' else.

Shit, shit, shit.

- I got a gun.
- They got ten guns.

Look, start acting crazy. Like loony
tunes, you know? Like Bellevue.

- Hey, Zeus. This a friend of yours?
- 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 that I had a bad headache,
but she didn't believe me. I really do, though.

- My head does not feel good!
- Shut the fuck up.

You've made a very bad mistake.

Cut that shit off.

Fellas, fellas. Nature Boy here hates niggers.
Now what are we gonna do about that?

Yo, yo, hold up, hold up...

Shit.

- Back! Back up.
- What you trippin' on?

Back the fuck up. Now!

Come on, man, get up.

Get outta here.

- Stop the cab. Stop the goddamn cab.
- Don't shoot me.

Get up. Come on, get up.

Back up. I don't want to,
but I will. You know I will.

Come on. Drive.

- Drive! Go! Go!
- Get the fuck outta here.

Drive. Drive.

Don't stop, don't stop, just
keep drivin'. Run the red light.

- That's all I got.
- Put that fuckin' money away, asshole.

- Shit.
- Just run all the lights. Drive.

- You got it, boss.
- Damn.

- That cut deep?
- How would I know?

Just keep pressure on it.

Oh, fuck.

Jesus, right? John McClane.
I owe you one.

Damn right. You know what
those guys are doing to my shop?

- Chill out.
- You relating to me? Talk like a white man.

Look, Jesus, I'm sorry...

- "Jesus"? I look Puerto Rican to you?
- Guy back there called you Jesus.

He didn't say "Jesus", he said,
"Hey, Zeus". My name is Zeus.

- Zeus?
- Yeah, Zeus.

As in father of Apollo? 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.

- Downtown. Police Plaza.
- Oh, that's just great.

I need a record of his collars, recent releases,
and anybody he might've looked at sideways.

It's textbook megalomania.

It's a pathological state in which fantasies
of control or omnipotence predominate.

He wants control over him -
his actions, thoughts, even his emotions.

- Sounds like a secret admirer.
- Maybe he'll send me flowers.

- Everybody knows you like pansies.
- It's not that kind of emotion. This guy's ugly.

- How is that?
- Nothin' wrong a shower wouldn't cure.

Beer is normally
taken internally, John.

- Just give me some aspirins, will you?
- Yeah, OK. Hold this here.

- This is Fred Schiller, John. He's a...
- Shrink. Yeah, I got it.

Yes. We're dealing with a megalomaniacal
personality with paranoid schizophrenic...

Let's skip down to the part where you
tell me what the fuck this has to do with me.

I don't know. What I do know is
it does have specifically to do with you.

This guy wants to pound
on 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 or pissed off...
- That could be one helluva long list.

- Fuck you, Joe.
- These people don't like anonymity.

They want you to know who's doing it to you.
So this name Simon is probably not an alias.

It's probably Simon
or some variation.

Simon, Robert E. Extortion, kidnapping.
10-15. Did seven years for good behaviour.

- Released on work furlough two months ago.
- Check it.

Thanks, Rick.

He 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.

- Should you slam it around like that?
- 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 nothin'. But mix 'em...

Ricky?

You're gonna be wearin'
that shirt up your ass!

- Christ almighty, Charlie!
- Like I said, very cool stuff.

Now, 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 got to be rare. We ought
to be able to find out if any is missing.

I already did. Livermore Labs.
Theft over the weekend.

- He got enough to make another one, Joe?
- About 2,000 pounds.

Of that?

The detonating mechanism can
be anything. Radio, electrical...

Hell, you could use a
beeper and phone it in.

Inspector? Inspector, it's him.

This one's got a double
Alberti feedback loop on it...

Charlie? Charlie.

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?

Carver. Carver. We need you
in the other room. Let's go.

- Come on.
- They need you. Go.

- Yeah, he's here, too.
- And may I speak with him?

- 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.

Yeah? Well, 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'd better hope he calls back.

He will.

Ricky, you wanna tell those
people to shut 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 humour.

I was going to send you
home with a chiding.

- But now I think you should join the game.
- We got him. It's a payphone. In Oslo.

Norway?

- Wait. Now they're saying it's Juarez, Mexico.
- Forget it.

Australia? He's scrambling
up their system.

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 will call you in 15 minutes
on the payphone 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 fuckin' wacko
that likes to play kids' games.

- Hardly.
- Hardly?

Well, 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-ch-chair with you in it.

My ch-ch-chair with me in it?
Ooh! That's very exciting.

Let me ask you a question, bonehead.
Why are you trying to k-k-kill me?

John, John. calm yourself.

Why don't you come on down here and we'll
figure this out like a couple of men, huh?

- If killing you was all I wanted, you'd be dead.
- Simon. This is Inspector Cobb.

I can appreciate your feelings for McClane.
But believe me, the jerk isn't worth it.

He's stepped on so many toes here, by this
time next month he'll be a security guard.

His own wife wants nothing to do with him,

and he's about two steps shy
of becoming a full-blown alcoholic.

One step, one step.

Now, listen to me.

You sound like a real smart guy.
What is it that 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?

You know, money is shit to me.

I would not give up McClane
for all the gold in your Fort Knox.

72nd Street subway payphone,
15 minutes, McClane and the Samaritan.

If you're competent in the least,
you found the briefcase,

so you know what
I mean by penalty.

- Thanks for that vote of confidence, Walter.
- I thought it was worth a try.

- This guy's a raving maniac.
- He's as clear as a case history.

He gave clues to his identity.
He spoke German,

he said "your Fort Knox", and he
stammered when McClane pushed him.

- You believe this guy really can't be bought?
- No chance.

The very mention of money
only enraged him further.

- What's that?
- It's your shield.

- Are you asking me to be a cop again?
- Get his gun.

- You didn't answer me.
- Joe...

Hey.

You didn't answer
my question, Walter.

Are you done, Lieutenant?

You two better get going to
get up to 72nd Street on time.

- Joe, this time they go with backup.
- You got it.

Whoa, whoa. I'm not
goin' anywhere.

- Simon says you gotta go.
- I'm not jumpin' through hoops for a psycho.

That's a white man with white
problems. You deal with him.

- Call me when he crosses 110th Street.
- Hey.

- Why'd you save my ass?
- I didn't.

I stopped a white cop
gettin' killed in Harlem.

One white cop gets killed today,
tomorrow we got a thousand white cops,

all of 'em with itchy
trigger fingers. Got it?

Get him back.

- Charlie, where'd you find that bomb?
- Chinatown.

Shit.

Yo! Yo, partner. Wait up.

I ain't your partner. I ain't your
neighbour, 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, it's in Harlem.
- Where do you think we found that bomb?

Listen. This guy doesn't
care about skin colour.

Even if you do.

- What am I doin'?
- Cheer up. Things could be worse.

I was workin' on a fat suspension, smokin'
cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo.

Come on.

They made it to the phone,
but there's a problem.

- What do you mean? How big a problem?
- About 300 pounds.

- Excuse me, ma'am. We need this phone.
- Do you mind?

- Honey, I'm a cop.
- I'm sorry, but...

Get off the damn
phone! Police business!

- Well, I never.
- I can get used to this.

I'm sure you can find a
phone across the street.

Let's get something straight.
I'm the only one on police business.

Let's get somethin' else straight.
You need me more than I need you.

You don't like the way
I do things, fine. I quit.

All right, I need you.

All right, 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. It rhymes.

- The phone was busy. Who were you calling?
- The psychic hotline.

- Take this more seriously.
- It's a public phone. What can I say?

Simply say there was a fat woman on it
and it took you 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 up now.
- Nobody's running, but I got 100 people here.

That's the point.
Now, do I have your attention?

As I was going to St lves
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 lves? My phone number is...

- Wait. 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...
- Shut up. I'm good at this.

- Seven guys and...
- Shut the fuck up!

He said seven wives with seven sacks.
7 times 7 is 49. Tell me the rest.

- A sack with seven sacks...
- Weren't you listening?

- What is wrong with you?
- A bad fuckin' hangover!

All right. Seven wives times seven, 49.

With seven cats.
Seven times 49 is... 343, right?

- You askin' me or tellin' me?
- I'm telling you. 343 times seven is...

- 2,401. That's what you got, right?
- Yeah.

- Is that it? 2401?
- That's it, dial. 555-2401.

- No, wait. It's a trick.
- What do you mean?

- I forgot the man.
- Fuck the man! We got ten seconds.

He said, "How many
were going to St lves?"

The riddle begins, "As I was going to
St lves I met a man with seven wives."

The guy and his wives
are going nowhere.

- What are they doin'?
- Sittin' in the fuckin' road! How do I know?

- Who's going to St lves, then?
- The guy. Just the guy.

- Just one guy.
- The answer's one.

- How do you dial one?
- 555-0001.

- 0001. Just one guy's goin'.
- Hello, John.

Piece of cake. Give us
something harder.

- But you're ten seconds late.
- No! The answer is one!

- Boom.
- There's a bomb in the trash!

Get down. There's a bomb!

Welcome to New York.

They were just talking.

Let's get out of here. Come on.
Come on, let's go.

Bomb.

Yeah.

I didn't say "Simon says".

It's 9:50, John.
The number 3 train is arriving now.

I left something provocative
on that train, John.

Simon says get to the payphone next to
the news kiosk in Wall Street station by 10:20,

or the number 3 train
and its passengers vaporise.

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.
- We're fucked.

90 blocks in 30 minutes
in New York traffic?

It could be double that.
We don't even have a car.

Hey, sir! I'm a cop. I am requisitioning
this car for police business.

What you doing?!
What you doing with my cab?

Pretty slick. I used to drive a cab.
The fastest way south is...

What the fuck are you doing?!

What were you sayin'?

I was saying, I used to drive a cab and
Ninth Avenue was the fastest way south.

But we seem to be going east.

Where the hell are you goin'?
I told you Ninth Avenue was...

- Stop yelling. I know what I'm doin'!
- Not even God knows what you're doin'.

They're headed east on
72nd towards the park.

- Wall Street is south.
- Stop yellin' at me. I got a headache.

And the best way south is not
Ninth Avenue. It's through the park.

Oh, dear.

- I told you Park Drive was always jammed.
- I didn't say Park Drive.

I said through the park.

Shit. We lost 'em. They're in
the park, headed south.

-
- Get outta here!

You fuckin' prick!

I got him, Connie.
He's takin' the scenic route.

- Outta the way.
- Oh, man.

Get outta there!

Watch it, watch it! Are you
aiming for these people?

No.

Well... maybe that mime.

Whoa!

Tree! Tree! Tree!

What's goin' on here, man?

Tree! Tree!

- Hang on.
- Rock! Rock!

Oh, shit.

McClane, watch it.

McClane!

Outta the way!

- How do Catholics do that thing?
- North, south, west, east.

- How much time?
- 27 minutes.

Ha! 72nd and Broadway to
Central Park South in three minutes.

That's gotta be a fuckin' record.

Ah, get out...

Yeah. Now what?

- We need a fire truck.
- What?

To follow.

- 911.
- Lieutenant John McClane, NYPD,

access number 7479,
calling from a civilian transmitter.

- Get me an emergency dispatcher now.
- Dispatch. Go ahead.

I got two officers down at 14th Street
and Ninth Avenue. Need an ambulance. Over.

Emergency calls go to Roosevelt
Hospital, two blocks from here.

Slow the fuck down, McClane.

Kinda like football, isn't it?
Get a blocker, head for the end zone.

Say Wall Street, he'd
have gone all the way.

Wrong. South of 14th Street's
a different hospital. St Luke's.

Hang on.

Time?

10:02. We're halfway there,
with 18 minutes to go.

Fuck this. Hang on.

Hang on.

Slide over and take the wheel.

- Where you goin'?
- We should be ahead of that train.

I'm gonna get on it.
Get to that payphone by 10:20.

- What are you gonna do?
- Get that bomb. You fail, I cover your ass.

- I fail, you cover mine.
- And if we both fail?

Then we're both fucked. Go now, drive.
Get to that phone booth by 10:20. Go.

This is my lucky fuckin' day.

Shit.

Look out. Look out!

Look out. Look out.

Look out. Get outta the way!

This is a bad idea.

Excuse me, excuse me!
Get out of the way, please.

- 112 Wall Street.
- Wait. This isn't a taxi. You don't understand.

Your light's on. I'll make it simple. 112 Wall
Street or I'll have your medallion suspended.

What? You don't like white people?

112 Wall Street.

You got it.

Move your legs. Get your
legs outta the way! Sorry.

Hey! Excuse me

Hey!

Shit!

Excuse me. Watch out.

Excuse me, sir.
Pardon me, please.

You wanna step out here for a minute?
I'm a cop. Step out here for a minute, please.

Excuse me, please.
Can we get through here, please?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please. Pardon me.

Excuse me, sir, I'm expecting
a call. I need that phone.

Why don't you use
the other phone?

Sir, please. I need
to use that phone.

Listen, bro. I was here first.

"Bro"?

Get away from
the goddamn phone!

Get your hands up!

- I have to answer that.
- Just shut up and get 'em in the air!

Watch it, excuse me, pardon me.
Watch your backs. Watch it.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm a New York police officer.

I'm gonna ask you to calmly and quietly
move to the other end of the car.

Go now, please.

- Go now.
-

Fuck.

Don't hit this! 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.

- He's a little slow. He's kinda out of shape.
- The rules applied to both of you.

I'm afraid this is
noncompliance. Goodbye.

Trust me, guys.

Duck.

Get outta there! Get outta there!
Duck, asshole!

McClane?

Wha...?

- You can see right into the subway.
- How many fire trucks do you count?

- You guys, you guys.
- How can you see from up here?

Get in there. Officer, tell those
people to get the hell back, will ya?

We got cuts and bruises,
a few concussions,

some guy's pacemaker stopped and
a pregnant girl's water broke. That's all.

- How are you doin', John?
- Still can't hear too good.

It's a miracle you're still alive.
A goddamned miracle.

- Yeah, that's the problem, Joe.
- What?

The miracle part. What are the odds
of us makin' it down here on time?

Zip.

That bomb would off no matter what.
He wanted it to go off, right here.

- Take this off me, Dave.
- What's so special about this place?

- I don't know. Something doesn't add up.
- Lieutenant McClane?

- They're asking for you and a Mr Carver.
- Where?

John?

John, this is Andy
Cross. With the FBI.

- This is Bill Jarvis. He's...
- I'm, uh, with another agency.

- It's good to meet you.
- This is Lieutenant McClane and Mr Carver.

We got a couple of questions first.

You recognise this guy?

No.

How about this one?

- Mm-mm.
- How about you?

Did you recognise the
voice on the phone?

No.

Have you noticed
any cars following you, or...?

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... burning sensation between my toes.

I thought it was just some
athlete's foot or somethin'.

We read your jacket, Lieutenant.
We were told you would be cooperative.

- Cooperate with what? We're wasting time.
- Wait a minute.

You want to share information,
how about sending a little our way?

- We wanna hear what he knows first.
- What the hell?

- We want to hear what he knows first.
- Hey, I know as much as you know, all right?

There's a guy out there settin'
off bombs. He calls himself Simon.

He speaks with a German accent, and
for some reason he's very angry with me.

Now maybe you can
tell me why, fellas, huh?

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.

Rumour is the Israelis slipped a
bomb in between their sheets.

He wasn't at home, but they
think maybe they got her.

The second man was an obscure
colonel in the East German army.

Ran an infiltration unit, the kind of thing
the Nazis did at the Battle of the Bulge.

- English-speaking troops...
- Yeah, I saw the movie.

All we know of him is the GDR medical
records show he suffers from migraines.

His name is Peter Krieg.

Well, that is an
exceptional report, fellas.

Now do you wanna tell me
what this has to do with me?

The name "Gruber" mean
anything to you, Lieutenant?

It rings a bell, yeah.

LA. That thing in
the building in LA.

Peter Krieg was born
Simon Peter Gruber.

He's Hans Gruber's brother.

- Shit.
- Yeah. It's that thing in LA.

We figure he's got you fitted up for a toe tag,
and he's gonna 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, I wonder?

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?

This, gentlemen, as they say,
is where the plot thickens.

I have put 2400 pounds of explosive in
one of the 1446 schools in Greater New York.

It is fitted with a timer
set to explode at exactly 3pm.

Thank you. Your silence
says I'm understood.

- Did you say 2400 pounds?
- Yes, but please don't interrupt again.

Simon says, if you attempt to evacuate
schools, the bomb will be detonated by radio.

And, gentlemen,
someone will be watching.

Repeat- one school will be dismissed
at 3pm, permanently. Unless...

Unless what?

Unless John McClane and his new
best friend complete the tasks I set them.

John, are you listening?

Yeah.

The payphone beyond Hope,
Tompkins Square Park.

20 minutes. Go by foot. No rush.

If you're clever you'll learn the location
of the bomb and the code to disarm it.

Oh, and by the way, gentlemen, we got
something of a bargain on radio detonators.

The only problem is the darn things seem
to respond to police and FBI frequencies.

So, if I were you, I'd
keep off your radios.

Simon, wait...

2400 pounds of that
liquid stuff. My God.

Get the commissioner.

He's in a press conference.
He's due in half an hour.

Ricky, get every senior officer
on the site here right away.

You gonna try any
jurisdictional nonsense?

I got two kids in the school on 64th
Street. What can I do to help you?

- How many men have you got?
- 75.

If I push the panic
button, I can get 500.

- When?
- Two thirty, three o'clock.

Between now and then...

We're gonna have to do this
all by ourselves. Let's go.

The park is over two miles away, so
you guys better get running. No radios.

Take my telephone. You get anything,
you call me through the switchboard.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Find that bomb.

- Ricky, where are they?
- Over here.

- Senior man present is Chief Allen.
- Chief of what?

- Transit.
- OK, thanks, Ricky.

Gentlemen, we have a decision to make.
Chief Allen. The man who has done this

has told us he has planted another very large
bomb in a school here in the New York area.

He has told us that we cannot evacuate,
but he has not said that 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.

There's a thousand buildings
within the city limits,

and we have three hours
and 15 minutes to do it in.

I'd like to keep the media out
as long as possible,

because if they get in, we've got
a panic. Are we in agreement?

All right, come on, guys. Let's go.

Move it out. Move it out.

No radio contact.
There will be no radio contact.

They bought it.

You can begin.

Hook, line...

and sinker.

You heard the man.
Let's go. Let's go.

Sergeant Turley. Sergeant Turley!

In the last five minutes the volume
of calls has tripled. What is going on?

Stop. Let me explain.

For the rest of the day, we're
to handle our communication.

- What do you mean, "handle"?
- They're shutting down the police band.

- All calls will be through this switchboard.
- And I'll marry Donald Trump.

Walsh, what's goin' on?
Why'd everybody tear out of here?

Come on, Pamela, look at your watch.

It's shift change. The bean-
counters worry about overtime,

so we sent everybody back to the precinct
to punch out. The next shift is coming.

You are so full of shit, Walsh.

Thank you.

What the hell...?

Hey, whoa. Whoa, whoa!

Detective. Bob Thompson,
City Engineers' Office.

We'd like to get an
idea of the damage.

Man, you guys really got here fast.

Well...

It's Wall Street, sir.

Lot of money here.

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 Gunther.

Come on, gentlemen, let's go.

You were probably at the World Trade.
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 metres.
Come on.

- A lot of steam down here.
- Yeah, we snapped a couple of steam pipes.

The subway guys shut
down the third rail.

- Some emergency lighting.
- There's still some...

Hey!

No shooting.

- Speak English.
- Otto doesn't speak English. Do you, Otto?

- Where the hell did we get this guy?
- He's one of Targo's thugs.

Pull all the way up.
Pull all the way. Pull all the way,

What's this LA thing?
You famous or somethin'?

Yeah, for about five minutes.

- Don't tell me. Rodney King, right?
- Fuck you.

- This guy Simon we're talkin' to?
- Yeah.

I threw his little brother off the 32nd
floor of Nakatomi Towers out in LA.

I guess he's a little
pissed off about it.

So I'm in this shit cos 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 an explosion in the subway.

It's played hell with our alarms.

- I trust there's nothing wrong?
- Oh, no. Good Lord, no. Safe and secure.

Now, you were concerned
about a currency exchange.

We are not a commercial bank
in the normal sense.

We're primarily... governments,
central banks, that sort of thing.

- Apart from the depository, of course.
- Of course.

And you are in the flower
business, Mr Vanderfloog?

Back! Back!
Come on!

Come on.

Oh, no, Mr Vanderfloog,
that's the vault elevator.

I'm sorry. Our alarms
are sonic and seismic,

two things which, I'm afraid,
do not react well to explosions.

This subway business has knocked
our systems into a cocked hat.

We've had to give up and pull
the plug on the whole thing.

- The repair people are downstairs now.
- Good Lord.

Heavens to Betsy, if anyone knew...

But I thought this
was a currency exchange.

I think we go straight
to the withdrawal.

Dank u wel.

Ich bin fertig.

Captain, you wanna come down here
and take a look at this? Something's goin' on.

- Think you'll be able to fix that?
- Just a minute, now.

OK. I'll be right back.

Down!

Stay back.

Stay back!

Come on, come on.

- Front desk?
- Call the police. I'm under attack!

Hey, just relax, mate.
Maybe you'll live through this.

Shit!

I think he's dead, my dear.

Leutnant, see to
the office workers.

It's 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. Huh!

It's for tourists.

Yeah? McClane.

John, you're out of shape.
You barely made it.

Yeah, well, we all barely make it.
What do you want us to do?

What has four legs and
is always ready to travel?

- Huh?
-

What'd 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. Just go ahead and grab it.
- No, you're the cop.

- Simon says you should be helpin'.
- I'm helpin'.

- When are you gonna start helpin'?
- After you get the bomb.

- Careful.
- What do you mean, "careful"?

- Don't open it.
- What? I gotta open it.

And it's gonna be all right.

Shit. Shit! I told you not to open it.

I trust you see the message.

It has a proximity circuit,
so please don't run.

I got it. We're not gonna run.
How do we turn this thing off?

On the fountain there are two jugs.

Do you see them?
A five-gallon and a three-gallon.

Fill one of the jugs with exactly four gallons
of water and place it on the scale,

and the timer will stop.
You must be precise.

One ounce more or less
will result in detonation.

- If you're alive in five minutes, we'll speak.
- Wait...

- 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.

- Obviously.
- All right, I know.

We fill the three-gallon jug
exactly to the top, right?

We pour that three gallons
into the five-gallon jug,

giving us exactly three gallons
in the five-gallon jug, right?

Take the three-gallon jug,
fill it a third of the way up...

No. He said be precise.
Exactly four gallons.

Every cop in 50 miles is runnin' his ass off
and I'm playing kids' games in the park.

You wanna focus on
the problem at hand?

You said you knew! You said
don't say anything if you don't know!

- Gimme the jug! We're startin' over.
- No. We can't start over!

I'm gonna put my foot
up your ass, you dumb...

Say it, say it!

- You were gonna call me a nigger.
- I wasn't!

- What were you gonna call me?
- Asshole! How's that? Asshole!

You got some fuckin' problem
with me cos I'm white, Zeus?

Have I oppressed you?
Have I oppressed your people?

Your problem is you don't
like me cos you're a racist.

- What?
- You don't like me cos I'm white.

I don't like you because you're gonna
get me killed! How much time?

Shit! We got less than a minute.

- Throw this thing away.
- We can't. It'll detonate. Wait a second.

I got it. Exactly two
gallons in here, right?

Leaving exactly one
gallon of empty space.

Five gallons here. Pour one gallon
out of the five gallons into there.

- We have exactly four gallons in there.
- Four gallons! Yes!

Come on.

Don't spill it.

- Good. Exactly four gallons.
- You did it, McClane.

- Put it on the thing! Get it down there!
- Oh, shit.

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. Listen,
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 fuckin' hangover
and I'm a little sick of these fuckin' riddles!

- Now, where is the school bomb?!
- Temper, John.

The road to truth has many turns.

You will 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. Why?

We're the home team.
We find something there?

What's 21 out of 42?

21 again. Half of 42. 42 what?

- How many men on the Yankees ball club?
- 25.

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.

You little sons of bitches!

Hey, you! I'll remember you.

Hey, where are you goin'?
What are you doin'?

- Lemme go, dickhead.
- Watch your mouth.

You'd go to juvenile hall
for a Butterfinger, is that it?

Look around, man.
All the cops are into somethin'.

It's Christmas. You
could steal City Hall.

- Come on. Let's go. Come on.
- My bike.

- That's my bike.
- Yeah, it's Christmas.

- Hey, Yankee Stadium's that way.
- That's my bike, you asshole.

Why don't you just run over
everybody in the street?

- McClane, what are we doin' back down here?
- Let me ask you something.

- What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?
- You're talkin' in riddles.

- What does Wall Street not have?
- What?

Schools. And what is it
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 a little more specific.

McClane ist hier.
He's walking toward the bank.

And the black man
is coming toward me.

Oh, now that's a pity. 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.

- You pack up your team and get out of there.
- And this one?

Officer.

I'm afraid I'm gonna need
an answer on that issue.

- Let him go.
- Understood.

- Yes, sir?
- John McClane says to give you this.

Wait, wait. Jesus, don't
open it. It's a bomb.

- Another?
- Yeah.

Oh, I see. We'll take care of
that. We'd better move now.

Sir, thank you so much for your assistance.
We really appreciate it. Thank you.

Hey! You are leaving
this place unguarded?

- How you doin'?
- All right.

John McClane. NYPD.

Are you all right?

Yeah, it's laundry day.

What can I do for you, Lieutenant?

- Has it been quiet like this all morning here?
- Well...

Except for that big explosion
a couple of hours ago.

Have you seen anything strange
in the last hour or so?

No. And we've had cops in here
pretty steady since the subway thing.

We're gonna make a round
of the vault. Wanna tag along?

Sure. I think I will.

- What do you think of this heat?
- Indian summer, huh?

Yeah, feels like it's gonna rain
like dogs and cats later.

Here's one of your guys.
Detective... Otto, isn't it?

John McClane.

Hey, Mike, how you doin'?

I keep tellin' myself I'm gonna take
the stairs just for the exercise,

on a hot day like this.

But it seems like I always
end up riding the lift.

What was the lottery
number last night?

You guys play the lottery? No?

My wife buys me two tickets every week.
For ten years she plays the same numbers.

I say, "Why not play a different number?"
She goes, "Those are my lucky numbers."

I got the tickets right here.

Put that fuckin' gun down!
Put the fuckin' gun down now!

Put it down.

Hello?

Anybody down here?

Put your fuckin' hands up, now!

John, no, no! It's me!

- You almost gave me a heart attack.
- You all right?

- You all right?
- Yeah. It's not my blood.

- What the hell's goin' on down here?
- Go take a look in there.

Hey, McClane. Where
the hell is everybody?

Simon fuckin' says!

I should have seen it comin'. This was never
about revenge. It's about a goddamn heist.

- Well, 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?
That would have taken, like, a tank or a...

A dump truck.

14 great big dump trucks.

- We almost got hit by a dump truck.
- Shit.

Damn. Slow down.

- Put that shit down.
- No fuckin' way.

- They won't let you keep it.
- We'll see.

- We're gonna need a car.
- A car?

- Know how to hot-wire this thing?
- Course I can. I'm an electrician.

Only problem is...

...it takes too fuckin' long.

- Not on the bridge.
- Down there, McClane. The FDR.

Let's go, let's go. Come on.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

- I shot the phone.
- Too bad.

- What's 21 out of 42?
- I don't have a clue.

- What about Yankee Stadium?
- Later. That guy is not gettin' off Manhattan.

Jesus Christ! Who do you
think you are? Hillary Clinton?

That's it! Hillary Clinton.
The 42nd president.

- No, she'd be the 43rd president.
- All right, all right, but who's the 21st?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

- Do you know?
- No.

Well...

- What engine does this piece of shit have?
- It's a Yugo. It's built for economy, not speed.

- What are you doin'?
- I'm gonna get us another phone.

Wait, wait.

- Who was the 21st president?
- Go fuck yourself!

- That guy was pissed.
- He'll feel better if he checks the back seat.

Shit, that was my gold bar!

This is McClane.
Get me Inspector Cobb.

- John, where are you?
- It's not a revenge. It's a heist.

What?

Federal Reserve gold, they took a shitload.
They're headed north in dump trucks.

- Have you been drinking, McClane?
- No, not since this morning.

There's dump trucks
northbound on the FDR at about 70th.

Close the bridge and get
some helicopters over.

I couldn't close a hot dog stand. I'm spread
all over. What about this damn bomb?

Find out who the 21st
president was. It's connected.

- John? The 21st what?
- Walter?

Shit. Goddamn cellular
fuckin' phones.

Tell Munson at Triborough to close all
the East River bridges north of 59th Street.

- Look for dump trucks.
- Dump trucks?

McClane says there are dump trucks
headed up the FDR loaded with gold.

Walter, they don't allow
dump trucks on the FDR.

Connie!

You don't want I should argue, I
won't argue, no matter how stupid it is.

Canine, check out the boiler room.
Did you find anything, Charlie?

I could spend a week here with
an x-ray machine and not find it.

You have five more minutes,
then we're movin' up to 86th Street.

We're goin' as fast as we can.

What's up?

McClane mentioned 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 have 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.

Elvis Duran. You're on
the air. What's up?

First of all I wanna tell you what a great
show you got. I listen to you all the time.

- Thanks. What d'you wanna talk about?
- All those cop cars screaming around.

You 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 'em.

- Shh!
- Every school in the metropolitan area.

Holy shit.

Doris! Doris, can you
get ahold of my wife?

Turley! Half the goddamn
city just called 911!

They're gone.

- What?
- They're gone!

- Who is this guy? Houdini?
- Shit.

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 'em on the door.

Don't kill me! Don't shoot me!

- You a truck driver?
- No, I'm a beautician. Of course I am!

- Where are you takin' this truck?
- The aqueduct.

What are you takin' it
to the racetrack for?

- No, the aqueduct. The water aqueduct.
- "Aqueduct"?

See? It goes from here all the way
up to the Catskill Mountains.

- What does?
- That. The water pipe.

Goes for about 60 miles.

- You the foreman?
- Yeah.

NYPD. You had any extra dump trucks
come through in the last couple of minutes?

I'm gonna write those clowns up.
They better pay attention to work orders.

- Who?
- The dozen idiots who tore ass up the tube.

We're not loadin' up there
any more. We're loadin' here.

So much for bridges
and helicopters.

- Got a map to show where this tunnel goes?
- Yeah, right here.

We run up under the Saw Mill
until you get up to the cofferdam.

From there on we've already
brought the water down.

- Any way to get in or out of there?
- There's a vent shaft every two miles.

- No, I mean with a truck.
- At the cofferdam you can.

You can get there on the surface. Follow
Saw Mill River Parkway. It's about 20 miles.

I'm gonna meet you there, all right?

- What am I supposed to do?
- Go up to Yankee Stadium.

- McClane!
- Go. We got less than two hours.

Goddammit.

Hey! Somethin' wrong?

480 yards of rock moved so far.
Now, that's ten times the Hoover Dam.

Right now there's 516 feet
of rock above our heads.

This part is phase
three of tunnel three.

Planning for it began back in 1954, but
construction didn't begin till June of 1970.

You know the most interesting
part of this tunnel?

- What's that, Jerry?
- The valves. Each one...

...big departure from
tunnels one and two.

Come on.

- What a helluva place to break down.
- Hold it, Jerry. Let me have your hard hat.

- You got a jacket?
- Yeah, yeah. Here.

Wait here a minute.

Wait until he gets
alongside the door.

Fellas? Mickey O'Brien,
aqueduct security.

We had a report of a guy comin'
through here with eight reindeer.

They said he was a jolly old fat guy
with a snowy white beard.

Cute little red and white suit.
I'm surprised you didn't see him.

What is it with you
guys and these phones?

Maybe this'll give me somethin'.

Holy shit. Is that guy dead?

Yes, Jerry. I'm afraid he is.

- Jesus Christ.
- Yeah.

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 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 in New York?

No, I didn't know that, Jerry.

Take care of yourself.

- TV's got us. We gotta release Traffic.
- No. Traffic jams we can clear later.

What is wrong with this
thing? What about Ricky?

I can't get ahold of him.
But, Walter, Federal Reserve...

- Yeah?
- Biggest gold storage in the world.

You get a unit back there. Find
Ricky. Find out what is goin' on.

Walter! You gotta hear this.

- I thought we were going in the back way.
- This is the back way, Walter.

In half an hour you're gonna have
a riot at every school in the city.

Start at the top floor.
Put 20 men on each floor.

Send the other 50 down
to the basement with us.

- What about McClane?
- I'm gettin' nothing. Busy signal.

This is puttin' all our
eggs in one basket.

- I mean, what if McClane's wrong?
- Walter!

This is Principal Martinez.
Inspector Cobb.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I don't wanna alarm the children. Please move
them to the auditorium and keep them calm.

We are coming to the dam.
You can call the rearguard.

Rearguard, 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 is his pal.

And those four guys from the East German
All-Stars, your boys down at the bank?

They're gonna be a little late.

John.

In the back of the truck you're driving
there's 13 billion dollars in gold bullion.

- Would a deal be out of the question?
- Yeah, I got a deal for ya.

Crawl out from under that rock you're hiding
under and I'll drive this truck up your ass.

How colourful.

I told you not to toy with him!

Thank you. That's very helpful.

You have jeopardised the
mission and the contract.

We're vulnerable till we've reached
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.

Yanni, get that up there.

Walter!

Look at this. The janitor said this one was
delivered this morning. About 10:30, right?

- Not hooked up.
- Yeah?

OK, now take a look at the front.

We drill the hinges.
Get everybody out.

Agh!

McClane!

- McClane!
- Where are you?

Over here.

You got a helluva way of flaggin'
somebody down. You all right?

- Did you go to Yankee Stadium?
- Yeah. Nobody there.

You didn't see nobody?
Nobody was followin' you?

I'm tellin' you, he's
jerkin' us around.

- Come on.
- "I didn't see nobody. Nobody followed..."

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 kind of booby traps
this thing's got? What about the code?

- No word.
- When do we evacuate?

- Simon says he sees one kid leave, boom.
- So maybe somebody's watchin'.

But we can't stand here with our thumb
up our ass waitin' for this thing to blow up!

- Shit! Shit!
- Keep your head down!

Hold it steady!

- Outta the way!
- Go around him!

- I found out who's the 21st president.
- Who?

- Some guy named Arthur.
- Chester A Arthur?

- That's it.
- Chester A Arthur Elementary School?

Hi, kids. I know you usually have
assembly on Fridays, but today's special.

Mr Lambert here is
from the fire department,

and today he wants us to
practise a brand-new fire drill.

So I want you to divide in half. Half of you
go over here - teachers will help them -

and line up against the wall.

The other half will go this way.
Please do it very quietly and very quickly.

Everybody up, please.
Teachers, help them.

Fire drill, my ass. That guy
ain't from the fire department.

- Maybe it's because of the radio.
- You mean, like, they're after us? Nah.

- Tony squealed on us.
- No, he didn't.

- Come on.
- Where you goin'?

- Let me drive! Let me drive!
- Go ahead. Goddammit.

Why didn't you say? Of course
he put the bomb in that school.

- Why would he do that?
- To get your complete attention.

Find the fuse panel.
Where's the fuse panel?

- Here.
- Pull out the antilock brake fuse.

- Shit, I don't know which it is.
- Yank 'em all out, then.

Put your head down. Put it down,
This is gonna be really bad.

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 now.

Thank you, Miss Martinez.

Come on.

Five-card stud, threes
and nines are wild.

Stay down! Stay low!

Oh, man.

- What are you doin'?
- Interrogating him.

- What's he gonna tell you? "I'm dead"?
- I ain't gonna know till I ask him.

Go around and see if there's
any aspirins in that glove box.

No way. You do it.

Ten quarters. The guy in the dump truck
had ten quarters. Exactly ten quarters.

Maybe they were makin'
long-distance phone calls.

No.

It's for the bridge.
It's for the toll on the bridge.

There! Down on the wharf!
Dump trucks. Right there.

Christ, they got it loaded
on a ship already.

Shit.

- How about the Coast Guard?
- It'd take 'em an hour to get here.

Shit.

- We can jump.
- What? You're outta your fuckin' mind.

- It's 100 feet down to the deck.
- But not to the crane.

The cables would cut you in half.

- I can make it.
- Bullshit.

Get down. Look in the back
of that car for some gloves.

Six booby traps, four dead ends,

and a partridge in a pear tree.

OK, honey.

Let's dance.

We're gonna have a race. So when I
say go, I want you all to run like crazy.

Follow the police officer and the fireman.
You guys are my front runners.

Walter. Think we're
cuttin' this thin?

No, Joe, we're gonna wait.
McClane still may get the code.

- Line me up with that crane.
- There. Right there.

- Right there. You're OK.
- I see it now.

- This'll take a miracle.
- Keep your fingers crossed. Swing it.

You almost got it. Almost...

Yeah! All right.

- Where you goin'? You in a hurry?
- I'm goin' first this time.

We have the intercom rigged, sir.

The kids may be fine, but you wait much
longer and I'm gonna pee in my pants.

We're gonna wait, Connie.

Six more minutes.

McClane. Down there.

Shit. Go, man, go.

Aaaagh!

Aaagh!

Oh, boy.

Am I glad you talked
me outta jumpin'.

Get his feet.

We find Simon, drag him to the ship-to-shore
radio and beat that code out of him.

Here. Take this.

- How does it work?
- You can't shoot a gun?

All brothers don't know
how to shoot guns, you racist.

Sue me. Just yank back on
that and pull the trigger.

- That's it.
- That's it?

Just don't shoot yourself.

Hey, don't be no hero.
You find him, you come get me.

Hey, Katya! Was ist mit dem Essen?
Ich will heut noch was haben.

- Irgendwann geht's wohl los, nicht?
- Wann gibt's denn was zu essen?

Eins, neun, sieben...

Dreiundzwanzig Meilen...
Drei, vier, vierzig Meilen.

- You have the autopilot set?
- Yes, sir.

Good.

Don't fuckin' move.

- Oh. The Samaritan.
- Gimme 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'll
blow your sick ass into the next world.

If that's what you gotta do.

You got to take
the safety catch off.

Goddamn!

See, that works. Now,
where's McClane?

What was that?

He said, "Don't shoot".

OK, Charlie. We're gonna
have to go with the evacuation.

- We're gonna go.
- You heard the man. Let's go!

We're gonna 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.
Come on, everybody.

Let's go. Run, run, run,
run. We're gonna win!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Keep movin'. On your left.

What are they doin'?

Hey, where you goin'?

I see you all day,
little man. Policeman.

And you don't go away.

Yeah, I'm that fuckin'
Energizer Bunny.

Where are you going now, eh?

Going to arrest me, Bunny?

I don't think I'm
gonna arrest you.

I'm gonna fuckin'...

- I knew it was bullshit. Nobody's watching.
- Time to get Charlie out.

Let's move, Charles. Time's up.

- Give me another 30 seconds.
- It takes a minute 15 if you're a kid.

And you're not too light
on your feet. Now move!

- Up here!
- Oh, my God.

- Christ, get 'em out of there!
- The rooms are locked!

Hey! Any one marked "4".

- What's goin' on, Walter?
- We still have kids in the building.

- I'm stayin'.
- No, Charlie, get outta there.

You ever see that show called
The Addams Family?

They got a motherfucker
on there called Lurch.

You don't think I'm gonna
let you get to that gun, do you?

Fuck.

4... 4... Fuck it!
Get out of the way!

- Where are they, Walter?
- Still in.

No guts, no glory.

If we get to the roof we can
jump to the next building.

- Shit!
- Out of the way.

OK, come on.

Get 'em up here. Come on.

Mayday. Mayday.
Bridgeport Coast Guard, come in.

Come on, kids.

Shit, it's too far.

No guts, no glory.

It's a big black-and-white fuckin' boat.

- Please stay on the line.
- Yeah, sure.

Pancake syrup?

Stupid, stupid.

Asshole.

Hello, John McClane.

There was never any bomb
in the school, was there?

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 'em
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.
- Your brother was an asshole.

- He really was an asshole.
- He was an asshole. You got his number.

Forgive me. Would you
help Mr McClane below?

Careful now.

Now, do you have the communiqué?

- Bridgeport radio, come in, please.
- Coast Guard.

- Oh, you're there, dear.
- Yes.

- Have you the ability to record a message?
- Yes.

- Then please begin now.
- Right.

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 a few 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,
I invite you to come and watch.

- You're gonna blow it all up?
- That's the idea.

There are some gentlemen in the Middle East
who think they'll make a great deal of money.

See the men safely off the ship
and I'll see you in the port-side launch.

What the hell's all this
got to do with killin' McClane?

Life has its little bonuses.

You said you didn't
even like your brother.

There's a difference
between not liking him

and not caring when some Irish
flatfoot drops him out of a window.

- I didn't even know that motherfucker!
- And I never invited you aboard this ship.

- No riddle's gonna stop this motherfucker?
- No code, no riddle, no fancy countdown.

Hey, fuckhead.

Yeah, you, fuckhead.

There's just one
thing I gotta know.

You got any aspirins? I've had a
bad fuckin' headache all day long.

Must be your lucky day.

Keep the bottle.
Run.

Where is the gold?

He's betrayed us.
The containers are filled with that.

Warten Sie. Jetzt.

- Los geht's. Aber schnell.
- Volle Fahrt voraus.

If I hadn't saved your ass I wouldn't be
about to blow up with $100 billion of gold.

I got bad news. You're only
gonna blow up with me.

- What?
- There's no gold.

- How d'you know?
- I know the man, I know the family.

The only thing better than blowin' up
all that gold is makin' people think he did.

- Where is it?
- I don't know. Back at the docks somewhere.

- Is that supposed to make me feel better?
- No. But you're wrong, you're not gonna die.

- You know some cop trick about handcuffs?
- Yeah, use a key.

- Can you pick this lock?
- Is this black shit?

Stop that racial shit.
Are you a locksmith or not?

I could do it if I had
somethin' to do it with.

- Like a splinter of that cable I slid down?
- That might work.

- Hold on.
- What the fuck are you doin'?

Fuck! Shit!

- How's that? That big enough?
- Yeah. That might work.

All right. I'm gonna drop it in
your hands. Cup your hands.

- Don't drop this motherfucker.
- I'm gettin' right.

- You ready? Ready?
- One, two... Spit it.

Yeah!

- You get it?
- Come on, move your hands.

- Damn. I was just startin' to like you.
- Yeah, well, don't. I'm an asshole.

What are you talkin' about now?

- I lied to you, Zeus.
- About what?

You remember I said Weiss found that bomb
up in Harlem? They found it in Chinatown.

That's low. Even for a
white fucker like you.

I told you I was an asshole.

What the fuck was that?

I don't know.

It was the only way I could
get you to come with me.

- You got a wife, McClane?
- Yeah.

I'm surprised anybody
stayed with you that long.

She didn't stick around.
We're sort of separated.

- What the fuck is "sort of separated"?
- Well, she was in LA, 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 now.
- About a year?

What the fuck are
you laughin' about?

You threw away your marriage cos
you were too stupid to pick up the phone?

- You think that's funny?
- I bet you blame that shit on your wife, too.

My wife is a very
stubborn woman, yes.

- Stop fuckin' laughin' and undo these cuffs!
- I'm almost...

There. How's that
for concentration?

- Oh, shit. Fuck. I dropped the thing.
- You dropped it?

Goddammit.

- Shit. Where'd it go?
- Just find it.

I don't fuckin' see it.

What the fuck is that?

I think I made it mad.

- Get outta here.
- Gotta do somethin'.

Goddammit, McClane,
listen to me!

Just go.

I've had a hard enough day without your
death on my conscience. Shut up and think.

- Tools. Check the engine room.
- There's no time!

- What the hell's it doin' now?
- It's mixing. Shit!

- What the hell are you doin'?
- Get ready. Lean forward, goddammit.

- It's gonna go fast. Lean forward.
- Oh, no.

Get ready. Move your hands.

- Fuckin' shit!
- Come on, let's go.

Goddamn. Goddamn!

- Come on!
- Oh, fuck, my leg.

Agh!

Get upstairs. Come
on, go, go, go, go!

Go! Get upstairs.

Oh, shit. Goddammit, my foot.

Let's go. Down here, to the
back of the boat. Come on.

- Run, goddammit!
- I am.

All right? Watch it.
Down here at the back.

How's he doin'?

I got shot in the leg.
How you think I'm doin'?

He's gonna be just fine.

- How 'bout you?
- I'm all right. Did you get Ricky outta there?

Yeah, they found him.

- Are you gonna be all right?
- I got a bad headache.

- Think they're mad at me?
- I wouldn't worry about them.

They'll get to you, but they're
busy with this salvage operation.

No. Dredges. Dredges.

There's no gold out there.

- What do you mean?
- He took it with him. 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.

Carmen? Just tell him
you'll accept the charges.

Son of a bitch had aspirin.

Yeah, it's John. I'm hanging
in there. Is Holly there?

I'll hold on.

Zeus, hold on!

John? John?

John? Goddammit,
you son of a...

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-g-gullibility

of the New York Police Department.

To the Police Department.

Kameraden!

Kameraden.

- Leutnant, 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.

And, Jurgen, you'll be the padre.

Lights! Douse those lights!

Hey, dickhead.

Did I come at a bad time?

Whoa-ho! I think she's
pissed at you, McClane.

He's under us right now.
Come on back around.

- What's out your side?
- Look like roaches with the lights comin' on.

- Are we 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.

Whoo!

What the fuck...?

- Oh, shit. There's smoke back here.
- We got a chopper behind us.

You got a gun on
board? What is this?

I can't see a goddamn
thing. Hold it still.

Oh, shit!

- Oh, shit.
- What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?

- All right, hang on. We're goin' down.
- See those high-tension wires?

Hey, McClane. What the fuck...?

Hey, we got smoke. We got fuckin'
smoke and shit flyin' on me here!

- Truck!
- Hold on. Here we go.

We gotta get out of here. They're
gonna start shootin' at us any second.

Get him out.

- The belt's stuck. I can't get it off.
- Look out. Here he comes.

- I can't get out, McClane.
- Get him outta here.

- Where you goin'?
- To try and get his attention.

Shit.

This keeps gettin' better and better.

I had no idea Canada
could be this much fun.

Just give me somethin' to
shoot at. Come on, one shot.

Show me that smilin' 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 him cook.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

What?

- I left Holly hangin' on hold.
- Call her back.

- I don't know. She's gonna be pissed.
- She'll get over it.

I don't know, Zeus.

Like I said, she's a
very stubborn woman.

Yeah, she'd have to be
to stay married to you.