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Allan, bomb squad...

special services, state police and the F.B.I.!

Lieutenant Jurgenson, Upummer! I want you to go to St. Johns Emergency...

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

- Take that down - - Kramer, get the city engineer!

I gotta find out a damage report. It's very important.

Bonwit Teller. Who the hell would want to blow up a department store?

Did you ever see a woman miss a shoe sale?

Connie, I want you to get started on the witness sheet. Ricky, you and Joe...

you make sure the uniforms got it cordoned off there.

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 pie man going to the fair...

"Give me your pies...

or I'll cave your head in."

You see, Bonwit's was just to make sure I had your attention.

Is there a detective named McClane there?

- He's on suspension. - No, Walter, he's not. Not today.

- Who is this? - Call me Simon.

- What do you want? - I want to play a game.

- What kind of game? - "Simon Says."

Simon's going to tell Lieutenant McClane what to do...

and Lieutenant McClane is going to do it.

Non-compliance will result in a penalty.

- What penalty? - Another big bang in a very public place.

What is it that you want Lieutenant McClane to do?

Simon says Lieutenant McClane is to go to the corner of 138th Street und Amsterdam...

- which is in Harlem if I'm not mistaken. - Kowalski!

Lambert! You know where to find McClane?

Well, I kinda doubt you're gonna find him in church.

Well, you better find out what rock he's under...

and kick it over.

John.

Thanks.

Give me some more. Come on.

Jesus, John. You look like shit.

Where did we leave off with that roster?

We got three killings in Red Hook the past two nights.

Put Miner on it. And Genetti.

The mayor's office will call before the day's out.

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

Fourteen. Jesus! Is somebody starting a construction company?

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

Insurance fraud.

That's a priority out in California.

The contractor splits the money with the thieves.

We had that out in Jersey a couple years ago, Joe. Remember?

See what Kelly can do with it.

Hey, what was the lottery number last night?

4667.

You 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 okay.

Did you talk with Holly?

No, I didn't talk to Holly.

Coming up on it, Inspector.

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

You want to make sure the gun's secure?

Yeah, it's good.

You know, you're the first woman since Holly who's seen me do this.

I'm honored.

Yeah, so was she.

So, where's the backup gonna be?

We're gonna drop back to 128th Street.

What?

Ten blocks? Are you fucking kidding me?

Oh, man, that's just great. Hey, Walter, what is all this about, huh?

If we don't do it, this guy says he's gonna blow up another public place.

- Well, why me? What does it got to do with me? - I have no idea.

He just said it had to be you.

Well, it's nice to be needed.

Frankly, John, you haven't been -

Hey, Walter, how about you mind your fucking business about Holly, huh?

Between you and Simon...

you're fucking up a perfectly good hangover.

Okay.

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!

Oh, man.

- Hey, yo, Uncle! - Come look at this.

- It's ten after 9:00. Why aren't you in school? - Tony wants to sell you this.

Tony? That no-neck dude they call "Bad T"?

He says he found it in a Dumpster.

He keeps stealing from people, they're gonna find him in a Dumpster.

No, he didn't steal it. He says his uncle gave it to him.

Mm-hmm. Hand me that newspaper over there.

Don't ever let people use you. You're running all over town with stolen property.

If you get caught, you get in trouble while he gets to deny the whole thing and walk away.

You - 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're the good guys.

- Who's gonna help you? - Nobody.

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

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

That's right.

Now get on outta here. Go to school.

- Uncle, you 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.

- And get your butts to school. You hear me? - Yeah.

All right.

You better 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 the middle of Harlem...

wearing a sign that says "I Hate Niggers"...

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

Hey!

I'm talkin' to you! Now you got about 10 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, I'm gonna ask you...

- to step across the street. - You're damn right it's a police matter!

For your own safety, I suggest you hide your butt in my shop till the police get here.

What the fuck!

Aw, shit!

- Listen, I'm a cop. - What?

I'm on a case. Somebody blew up Bonwit Teller's an hour ago.

- Did you hear about that on the news? - Yeah.

The same asshole who did that said I gotta do this or he's gonna blow up something else.

- Do you understand? - Shit.

- Listen, I got a gun - - They got 10 guns.

- You should get across the street! - Look, start acting crazy.

- What? - Like Looney 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 have a bad headache, though. I have a very bad headache!

- And my head does not feel - - Oh, man, you shut the fuck -

You've made a very bad mistake.

Poke it through his head.

Cut this shit off him!

Fellas! Fellas! Nature boy here hates niggers.

Now, what are we gonna do about that?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Hold up! Hold up!

- Oh, shit!

- Back! Back up! - Hey, what are you trippin' on?

Back the fuck up! Now!

Come on, man. Get up.

Get up! Get outta here!

Stop the c - Stop the goddamn cab!

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot me! Don't shoot! - Get up! Come on! Get up!

Back up! I mean it!

I don't want to, but I will! You know I will! Come on, drive! Drive!

- Drive! - Get the fuck outta here!

Drive! Drive!

Don't stop, don't stop! Just keep driving! Run the red light! Drive!

- That's all I got! - Put that fuckin' money away! Nobody's robbing you, asshole.

- Don't kill me! - Shit!

- Just run all the lights! Drive! - Oh, man! Damn!

- That cut deep? - How the hell would I know?

Just keep pressure on it.

- Oh, fuck! - Goddamn!

- Jesús, right?

- John McClane. I owe you one - - Damn right, you owe me!

- You got any idea what those guys are doing to my shop right now? - Chill out, Jesús!

"Chill out"? What the fuck? Are you trying to relate to me? Talk like a white man!

Jesús, I'm sorry you got involved, all right?

Why do you keep calling me Jesús? I look Puerto Rican to you?

- Guy back there called you Jesús, didn't he? - He didn't say Jesús!

He said, "Hey, Zeus!" My name is Zeus.

- Zeus? - Yeah, Zeus! As in father of Apollo? Mt. 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.

Downtown. Police Plaza.

Oh-ho! Oh, that's just great.

Get a record of all his collars, recent releases...

and a list of anybody else he might have looked at sideways.

It's a 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 you got a secret admirer, John.

Yeah, maybe he'll send me some flowers.

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

- This guy is ugly. - How is that?

Nothing wrong with him a shower wouldn't cure.

Beer is normally taken internally, John.

- Just get me some aspirins, will ya? - Okay. Hold this here.

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

Yes, I was saying that we're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality...

with possible paranoid schizophrenia.

Hey, how about we just skip down to the part...

where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me, huh?

I don't know. I mean, what I do know is it does have specifically to do with you.

This guy wants to pound on you till you crumble.

- He wants you to dance to his tune, and 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.

Someone he arrested? Somebody he pissed off?

- That could be one hell of a long list. - Fuck you, Joe.

See, these people don't like to work anonymously.

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. Busted in '86, extortion, kidnapping, 10 to 15.

Did seven years for good behavior. Released on a state work-furlough two months ago.

- Check it. - 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're looking for is nuts.

A nut who knows a lot about bombs.

We found this in a playground. Professional.

Very cool stuff. You know, boom!

- You think you should slam it around like that, 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.

Now, either one by itself...

you got nothing, but mix 'em -

Ricky?

Charlie, you're gonna be wearing that chair up your ass!

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

Now, with a package like this, you get a warning.

Now, 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.

It could be anything.

But once it's mixed, be somewhere else.

That stuff has gotta be pretty rare.

We oughta be able to find out if any of it's missing somewhere.

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 could be anything - radio, electrical.

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

Inspector? Inspector, it's him.

He's got a double Alberti feedback loop on it.

- A nasty little trick I believe once used in Lebanon. - Charlie. Charlie!

- Charlie, shh! - What -

You wanna start the trace?

Simon.

He wore the board, walked the street and survived.

Where are my pigeons now?

Pigeons?

I had two pigeons, bright and gay, fly from me the other day.

Why was it 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!

Come on. 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?

- Well, is the ebony Samaritan there now? - You got a problem with ebony?

No, no. My only problem is that I went to some trouble...

preparing that game for McClane.

You interfered with a well-laid plan.

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 better hope he calls back.

He will.

Ricky, you wanna tell those people to shut the hell up out there?

Hey, keep it down here!

Simon, he wasn't speaking for all of us.

That was unpleasant. Don't let it happen again.

So, what's your name, boy?

- Don't call me boy. - I'm sorry.

It was a poor attempt at humor.

I was going to send you home with a chiding...

- but now I think perhaps you should join the game. - We got him!

It's a pay phone in Oslo.

- No, wait, they say it's Juarez, Mexico. - Norway?

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

Australia? He's scrambling up their 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 will call you in 15 minutes on the pay phone outside the station.

No police. Failure to answer will constitute non-compliance.

Do you understand me, John?

Oh, yes, I understand. I understand that you're a fuckin' wacko...

that likes to play kids' games, that's what I understand.

- Hardly. - "Hardly"?

Well, then, who are you? Somebody I sent up? What'd 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-hoo! That's very exciting.

Let me ask you a question, bonehead.

Why are you trying to k-k-k-k-kill me?

- John, John, calm yourself. - Huh?

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

Just come on down here.

- If killing you was all I wanted, you'd be dead by now. - Simon.

This is Inspector Cobb. I can appreciate your feelings for McClane...

but believe me, the jerk isn't worth it.

He stepped on so many toes in this department...

by this time next month he's going to 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.

Now 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, 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 wanna thank you for that vote of confidence, Walter.

Well, I thought it was worth a try. This guy's a raving maniac.

He couldn't be any clearer if he got it from a case history.

He gave you clues to his identity. He spoke German.

He called it "your Fort Knox." And he stammered when McClane pushed him.

Now, you believe this guy really can't be bought?

There's no chance. The very mention of money only enraged him further.

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

- You asking me to be a cop again, Walter? - Ricky, get him his gun.

- You didn't answer my question. - Joe, this time they go with back -

Hey! You didn't answer my question, Walter.

Are you done, Lieutenant?

Now, you two better get going...

if you're going to get up to 72nd Street on time.

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

- Come on, you guys! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not going anywhere.

- Simon says you gotta go! - I'm not jumping through hoops for some 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 from getting killed in Harlem.

One white cop gets killed today...

tomorrow we got a thousand white cops, all of them with itchy trigger fingers.

Got it?

Get him back.

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

Shit.

Zeus! Yo, partner! Wait up!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. I ain't your partner.

I ain't your neighbor, your brother or your friend. I'm your total stranger.

Okay. 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 color, even if you do.

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

I was working on a nice, fat suspension...

smokin' cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo.

Come on.

Is that the phone?

They made it to the phone.

- But there's a problem. - What do you mean? How big a problem?

Oh, about 300 pounds.

Ma'am? Excuse me, ma'am.

- We need this phone for official police business. - Do you mind?

- Honey, I'm a cop. I need the phone right now - - I'm sorry, but I -

- Get off the damn phone, lady! Police business! - Well, I never!

- I can get used to this. - I'm sure you can find a phone across the street, ma'am.

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

- Don't ever do that shit again. - Let's get something else straight.

You need me a lot 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.

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

I'd advise you to take this more seriously.

Look, it's a public phone! What do you want me to say?

You can 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 gonna run, but I got 100 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 - - No, no, no! Wait! I didn't get all that! Say it again!

- Not a chance. My phone number is 555 and the answer. - But I didn't -

Call me in 30 seconds or die.

All right, seven guys with seven wives -

- Shut up, McClane. I'm good at this. - Seven guys with seven wives -

Shut the fuck up, McClane! He said seven wives with seven sacks.

- Seven times seven is 49. Now tell me the rest. - Uh, a sack with seven -

- Weren't you listening? - Yeah! I didn't hear every fuckin' -

- What is wrong with you? - Besides having a bad fucking hangover, for one thing!

All right, all right!

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

- Are you asking me or telling me? - I'm telling you.

343 times seven is - One, zero, 24. 2,401!

- That's what you got, right? - Yeah, that's what I got.

- Is that it, 2,401? - That's it. Dial.

555-2401.

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

- I forgot about the man. - What man? Fuck the man! We got 10 seconds!

He said, how many were going to St. Ives, right?

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

- The guy and his wives aren't going anywhere. - What are they doing?

Sittin' in the fuckin' road waiting on - How the hell should I know, McClane?

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

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

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

Zero, zero, one. Just one guy's goin'?

- Hello, John. - Yeah, piece of cake! Give us something harder next time.

- But you're 10 seconds late. - No, no! The answer is one!

There's a bomb in the trash! Get down!

Get down!

There's a bomb!

Get down! There's a bomb!

Welcome to New York.

Here, you can have it. Come on. Come on. Let's go.

No 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 pay phone...

next to the news kiosk in Wall Street station by 10:20...

or the number 3 train and its passengers vaporize.

Use any means of travel other than civilian, I blow the train.

Attempt to evacuate the subway, I blow the train.

- I'll call you in 30 minutes. Be there. - We're fucked.

Ninety blocks in 30 minutes in New York traffic?

It could be double that.

We don't even have a car!

Hey! Hey! Sir! Sir! I'm a cop! I'm a cop!

- I am requisitioning this car for official police business. - What are you doing?

- Thank you very much. - What the fuck are you doing to my car?

- Get in, get in! - Pretty slick.

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

What the fuck are you doing?

What were you saying?

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 going, McClane?

I told you Ninth Avenue was the quickest way south!

Stop with that goddamn yelling! I know what I'm doing!

Not even God knows what you're doing!

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

- But Wall Street is south! - Man, stop yelling at me! I got a bad headache.

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

Oh, dear. I told you that Park Drive is 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!

Fucking prick!

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

- Outta the way! - Oh, man.

Get out - Get out of the way.

Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it!

Are you aiming for these people?

No. Well, maybe that mime.

Whoa!

Tree! Tree! Tree!

- Whoa!

What's goin' on here?

Look out! Whoa!

Tree! Tree!

- Just hang on. - Rock! Rock! Rock!

Whoa!

Hey, look out!

McClane! McClane, watch it.

McClane!

- Out of the way. - 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!

That's gotta be a fuckin' record.

Aw, get out!

Yeah.

Now what?

- We need a fire truck. - What?

To follow!

- 911. - Lt. John McClane, N.Y.P.D., access number 7479.

Calling from a civilian transmitter. Get me an emergency dispatcher right away.

Dispatch. Go ahead.

I got two officers down at the corner of 14th Street and Ninth Avenue!

Need an ambulance! Over!

Emergency calls on the west side go to Roosevelt Hospital. That's two blocks from here.

Slow the fuck down, McClane!

- Kinda like football, isn't it? - What?

Get yourself a blocker and head for the end zone!

If you'd said Wall Street, we could've followed him all the way.

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

- Oh. - It's St. Luke's. Hang on.

Time?

10:02.

- We're halfway there with 18 minutes to go. - Fuck this! Hang on.

Get out of there! Slide over and take the wheel.

- Where you going? - We should be ahead of that train. Right?

- You're not gonna get on that train - - I'm gonna get on that train!

- You gotta get to that pay phone by 10:20! - What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get that bomb! Listen, you fail, I cover your ass. I fail, you cover my ass.

And if we both fail?

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

- Go! - My lucky fuckin' day.

Shit! Look out! Get out!

Look out! Look out!

Look out! Get out of the way!

This is a bad idea!

Oh!

Whoa!

- Excuse me! Excuse me! - Hey!

Just 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.

Come on.

Fuck!

Move your legs, sir.

Get your legs outta the way! Sorry. Sorry.

Hey!

Shit!

Excuse me! Watch out!

Excuse me, sir. Pardon me, please. Excuse me -

- Will you step outta here for - - What?

I'm a cop. Step outta here for a minute, please, will ya?

Excuse me, please! Let me get through here, please!

Excuse me! Excuse me, please! Pardon me.

Excuse me, sir, but 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.

Hey, listen, bro, I was here first.

"Bro"?

- Get away from the goddamn phone! - Get your hands up!

I have to answer that phone.

Just shut up and get 'em in the air!

Watch it! Excuse me! Pardon me! Watch your back! Watch it!

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

I'm gonna ask you to calmly and quietly start moving...

towards the other end of the car.

Go now, please! Go now!

Fuck! Let's go! Watch it! Watch out!

Watch - 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, you know, he's a little slow. He's kinda out of shape.

The rules applied to both of you. I'm afraid this is non-compliance.

Good-bye.

Trust me, guys.

Duck.

Hey, get outta there! Get outta there! Duck, asshole!

McClane?

What -

You can see right down into the subway.

- How many fire trucks do you count? - You guys! You guys!

How can you see it from up here?

Damn! Get in there.

Officer, tell those people to get the hell back, will ya?

We got a shitload of cuts and bruises, a couple concussions...

some old guy's pacemaker stopped, and a pregnant girl's water broke.

And that's all. How are you doin', John?

I still can't hear too good.

Well, it's a miracle you're still alive.

- It's a goddamn miracle. - Yeah, that's the problem, Joe.

- What? - The miracle part.

What are the odds of us making it down here on time?

Zip.

That bomb was gonna go off no matter what. He wanted it to go off right down here.

Take this off me, Dave.

Well, what's so special about this place?

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

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

Where?

John?

John, this is Andy Cross with the F.B.I.

This is Mr. Jarvis. He's-

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 notice any cars following you?

No.

Anybody following you at all? Any kind of surveillance?

Telephone? House? Anything unusual at all?

Well...

now that you mention it, I have experienced a -

you know, like a burning sensation between my toes.

I thought it was just some athlete's foot or something. I don't know.

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

- Cooperate with what? - Hey, now wait a minute. He will be.

We're just wasting time here in this goddamn van.

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

We wanna hear what he knows first.

- What the hell? You give us pictures and then - - We want to hear what he knows.

Hey, I know as much as you know. All right?

There's a guy out there setting off bombs.

He calls himself Simon. He speaks with a German accent.

And for some reason, he's very angry with me.

Now, maybe you can tell me why, fellas. Huh?

The first man there is Methias 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 Israelis slipped a bomb in between their sheets. Uh, he wasn't at home...

but they think maybe they got her.

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

He ran an infiltration unit. The kind of thing the Nazis did at the Battle of the Bulge.

English-speaking troops-

Yeah, yeah, I saw the movie.

All we know of him is the G.D.R. medical records show he suffers from migraines.

His name is Peter Krieg.

Well, that is an exceptional report, fellas.

Now, do you want to tell me what the hell this has 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.

Holy shit.

Yeah, it's that thing in L.A.

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 F.B.I. 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, huh?

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

I have put 2,400 pounds of explosive in one of the 1,446 schools...

in greater New York.

It is fitted with a timer set to explode at exactly 3:00 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.

And, gentlemen, someone will be watching.

Repeat, one school will be dismissed at 3:00 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. - The pay phone beyond Hope, Tompkins Square Park.

Twenty minutes. Go by foot. No rush.

If you're really 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 F.B.I. frequencies.

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

Simon, wait.

2,400 pounds of that liquid stuff.

My God. Get me the commissioner.

He's doing a press conference. He's supposed to be here in half an hour.

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

You're not gonna give me any jurisdictional nonsense on this?

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

- How many men have you got? - Seventy-five.

But if I push the panic button, I can get 500 from Washington.

- When? - 2:30, 3:00.

Between now and then -

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

Now, Tompkins Square Park is more than two miles away, so you guys better get running.

No radios. You take my telephone.

You get anything, you call me through the switchboard. Good luck.

Thanks. Find that bomb.

- Ricky, where are they? - Right over here.

- The senior man present is Chief Allen. - Chief of what?

- Transit. - Okay, thanks, Ricky.

Gentlemen, we have a decision to make. Chief Allen.

The man who has done this has told us...

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

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

Now, I recommend we get everybody, and I mean everybody -

I'm talking about police, transit, sanitation, fire, even the goddamn librarians -

and we start searching schools, and I mean right now.

I'm talking about 1,000 buildings within the city limits.

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

Now, I'd like to keep the media out of this as long as possible...

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

Are we in agreement?

Come on, guys! Let's go!

Move it out! Move it out!

No radio contact. No radio contact.

They bought it.

You can begin.

Hook, line...

and sinker.

All right now, men, let's go! Let's go!

Sergeant Turley! Sergeant Turley!

In the last five minutes, the volume in calls in here has tripled!

- What the hell is goin' on? - Stop. Let me explain.

For the rest of the day, we're supposed to handle the department's communications.

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

All calls will be coming through this switchboard.

And I'm gonna marry Donald Trump!

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

Come on, Pamela. Look at your watch! It's coming up on shift change.

The bean counters are worried about overtime...

so we sent everybody back to the precinct to punch out.

- The next shift is gonna be here in a minute. - You are so full of shit, Walsh.

Thank you.

What the hell?

Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Detective. Bob Thompson.

City Engineer's Office.

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

Man, you guys really got here fast.

Well, it's Wall Street, sir.

A lot of money here.

A lot of opinion makers the mayor doesn't wanna 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 Trades. 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.

- A lot of steam down here. - Yeah, yeah. We snapped a couple of the steam pipes.

It's like a sauna.

- We got the subway guys to shut down the third rail. - Emergency lighting.

Yeah, emergency lights, and there's still some light - 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!

So what's up with this L.A. thing? You famous or something?

Yeah, for about five minutes.

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

- You know this guy Simon we were talking to? - Yeah.

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

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

You mean to tell me I'm in this shit because some white cop...

threw some white asshole's brother off a roof?

Mr. Vanderfloog? Felix Little, Corporate Relations.

Sorry you had to wait, but apparently there was an explosion in the subway.

- It's played hell with our alarms, I'm afraid. - 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 - We're primarily, uh...

governments, central banks, that sort of thing.

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

And you are in the flower business, Mr. 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.

You know, this subway business has knocked all our systems into a cocked hat.

In fact, we've had to give up and pull the plug on the whole thing.

The repair people are downstairs now.

- Good Lord! - Yes, yes.

Heavens to Betsy if anyone knew!

But... I thought this was a currency exchange.

Oh, I think we'll go straight to the withdrawal.

Danke.

Hey, Captain, you wanna come down here and take a look at this?

Something's going on.

- What do you think, guys? You'll be able to fix that? - Just a minute now.

- Okay, I'll be right back. - Down!

Stay back!

Stay back!

Come on. Come on! Shit!

- Come on! - Front desk.

Call the police. Get your ass down here right now! I'm under attack!

- Just relax, mate. Maybe you'll live through this. - Shit!

I think he's dead, my dear.

All right, let's see to the office work.

$140 billion!

Ten times what's in Kentucky!

Fort Knox - ha - is 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 -

- What'd he say? - What has four legs and is always ready to travel?

What's the matter with you? Don't you have kids? That's an elephant joke.

Whoa.

That a bomb?

- Yeah. Go - Go ahead and grab it. - No, you're the cop.

- Man, Simon said you're supposed to be helpin' with this. - I'm helpin'.

- Well, when are you gonna start helpin'? - After you get the bomb.

- Careful. - I'm being careful.

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

Yeah, I got it. We're not gonna run.

- How do we turn this thing off? - On the fountain, there should be two jugs.

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

Fill one of the jugs with exactly four gallons of water.

Place it on the scale, and the timer will stop. You must be precise.

One ounce or more less will result in detonation.

- If you're still alive in five minutes, we'll speak. - Wait! Wait a sec -

- I don't get it. You get it? - No.

Get the jugs.

Obviously, we can't fill the three-gallon jug with four gallons, right?

- Obviously. - All 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 exactly three gallons in the five-gallon jug, right?

Right. Then what?

- Now, take the three-gallon jug, fill that a third - - No, no. He said be precise.

- Shit! - Exactly four gallons.

Every cop in 50 miles is runnin' his ass off, and I'm playin' kids' games in a park.

Hey! You want to focus on the problem at hand?

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

- Gimme the fuckin' jug. We're startin' over. Pour that out. - We can't start over.

- We can't start over. We can't start over. - We're starting over.

Gimme the jug or I'm gonna put my foot up your ass, you dumb mother-

- Say it! You were gonna call me a nigger, weren't you? - No, I wasn't!

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

Asshole! You got some fuckin' problem with me 'cause I'm white, Zeus? Is that it?

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 gonna get me killed. How much time?

Aw, shit! We got less than a minute. Throw this thing away.

We can't take it off of there. It'll detonate. Wait a second. Wait a second.

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

- Leaving exactly one gallon of empty space, right? - Yeah.

A full five gallons here. Pour one gallon out of the five gallons into there, we have -

- Exactly four gallons! - Yes!

Pour it in there. Come on. Come on!

Don't spill it. Don't spill it!

- Good, good, 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.

Yeah, well, I don't have the time right now, Simon. Listen.

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. - Hey! Hey!

Hey, listen, jerk-off? Let me tell you somethin'. 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?

Well, we're the home team. Are we supposed to find something there?

- What's 21 out of 42? - Twenty-one again. Half of 42. Forty-two what?

- How many players are 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, wait. You know, some kid might find that.

You're right.

Come back here! You little sons of bitches!

Hey, you! I remember you!

Hey, hey, where are you going? Come here. What are ya doin'?

- Let me go, dick-head. - Watch your mouth.

You wanna go down 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, hey, where are ya going? Yankee Stadium's that way. - That's my bike, you asshole!

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

McClane, what the fuck are we doing back down here?

Let me ask you somethin'. What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?

What, is this stuff-catchin'? You're talkin' in riddles.

No, no, stay with me! What is it that Wall Street does not have? 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 is here. He's walking toward the bank.

And the black man is coming toward me.

Oh, no, 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.

Okay, 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.

Yeah, 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. Um, we'll take care of that. We better move now.

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

Hey! You - You leavin' this place unguarded?

- How ya doin'? - All right.

John McClane, N.Y.P.D.

Are ya 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 happen in the last hour or so? - No.

- We've had cops in here pretty steady since the subway thing. - Yeah, right.

We were just gonna make a round on the vault floor if you wanna tag along.

Sure, yeah. I think I will.

- What do you think of this heat this late in the year? - Indian summer, huh?

Yeah, it feels like it's gonna rain like dogs and cats later. Here's one of your guys.

Detective, uh, Otto, isn't it?

John McClane.

Mike, how ya doin'?

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

And on a hot day like this-But it seems like I always end up riding the lift.

Hey, what was the lottery number last night? Huh?

You guys play the lottery? No?

Uh, my wife buys me two tickets every week.

For the last 10 years, plays the same two numbers all the time.

I said, "Honey, why don't you play a different number?"

She says, "Well, 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 hands up! Put your fuckin' hands up now!

No, John! No, no, God, it's me!

- Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack. - You all right?

- Huh? - You all right?

- Yeah, 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've seen it comin' 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. - This is heavy! They cleaned out a whole room of this?

- Yeah. - You know, that would've taken like a-a tank or a, uh, uh -

A dump truck.

Fourteen great big dump trucks.

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

Damn! Slow down! Shit!

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

- They ain't gonna let you keep it. - Yeah, yeah, we'll see.

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

- You know how to hot-wire this thing? - Of course I can.

I'm an electrician. Only problem is -

Takes too fuckin' long.

- They're not on the bridge. - Down there, McClane. The F.D.R.

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

Aw, shit!

- What? - They shot the phone.

Aw, too bad. Come on. What's 21 out of 42?

- I don't have a clue. - What about Yankee Stadium?

We'll get there. But that son of a bitch is not gettin' off on Manhattan!

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

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

- She'd be the 43rd president. - All right. Who's the 21st?

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

- No, I don't know. Do you know? - No!

Well? What kinda engine does this piece of shit have? Step on it!

It's a Yugo. It's built for economy, not speed.

- Whoa! What are ya doin'? - I'm gonna get us another phone.

Wait, wait, wait. Hey! Who was the 21st president?

Go fuck yourself!

- That guy was pissed. - He'll feel better when he looks in the backseat.

- Oh, shit, that was my gold bar! - This is McClane. Get me Inspector Walter Cobb.

- John, where the hell are you? - Walter, it's not a revenge. It's a heist.

- What? - There's gold in the Federal Reserve...

and they took a shitload of it.

- They're headed north in dump trucks. - Have you been drinking?

No, not since this morning.

Listen, there's a line of dump trucks northbound on the F.D.R. at about 70th.

You gotta close the bridge and get some helicopters over there right away.

I couldn't close a hot dog stand right now.

I'm spread all over hell. What about this damn bomb?

Find out who the 21st president was. It's got something to do with this.

John! John, the 21st what?

Walter? Shit! Goddamn cellular fuckin' phones!

- Get hold of Munson in Triborough. - Inspector.

Tell him to close all the East River bridges north of 59th street.

- Lookin' for dump trucks. - Dump trucks?

McClane says there are dump trucks headed up the F.D.R. loaded with gold.

Walter, they don't allow dump trucks on the F.D.R.!

- Connie! - All right! You don't want I should argue...

I won't argue, no matter how stupid it is.

K-9, bring it around to the back. Check out the boiler room.

Find anything, Charlie?

L could spend a week in here with an X-ray machine and still not find it.

You don't have a week. You got five more minutes, then we're movin' up to 86th street.

We're goin' as fast as we can.

What's up?

McClane was mentioning something about the Federal Reserve Building.

- Isn't that right near that Wall Street bomb site we just left? - 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 turn-off.

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

First of all, I just wanna tell you what a great show you got.

- I listen to you all the time. - Thank you. What do you wanna talk about?

You know all those cop cars screaming around everywhere? You know what they're up to?

There's a bomb in a school. My cousin's a cop.

- Here you go, my dear. - Somebody put a big bomb in a school somewhere.

Only they don't know which one.

So they're searching all of them.

- Shh. - Every school in the metropolitan area.

Holy shit!

- Doris, can you get a hold of my wife? - Annie?

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 my -

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'm a truck driver!

Where you takin' this truck?

- The aqueduct. - What are ya takin' a dump truck to the racetrack for?

- No, the aqueduct. The aque - The water aqueduct! - Aqueduct?

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

- What does? - That! The water pipe! Goes for about 60 miles!

- Hey, you the foreman? - Yeah.

N.Y.P.D. You had any extra dump trucks come through here in the last couple of minutes?

I'm gonna write those fuckin' clowns up.

They better start payin' attention to work orders, or I'm gonna kick some butt.

- Who you talkin' about? - The dozen idiots who tore ass up the tube!

We're not loadin' up there. We're loadin' over here!

So much for bridges and helicopters.

- You got a map showin' me where this tunnel goes? - Yeah, right here.

We run pretty much up under the Saw Mill until you get up to the Coffer Dam.

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

- Anybody get in or outta there? - Yeah. There's a vent shaft every two miles.

- No, I mean with a truck? - At the Coffer Dam. You can get a truck in there.

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

- I'm gonna meet you right there, all right? - What am I supposed to do?

- You're gonna go up to Yankee Stadium. - McClane.

- Go! Get outta here! We got less than two hours. - Goddamn it!

Hey! Is somethin' wrong?

480 yards of rock moved so far. Now, that's 10 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 what the most interesting part of tunnel three is?

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

A big departure from tunnels one and two.

Come on! What a hell of a place to break down.

Hold it a minute, Jerry. 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.

Hey, listen, we got a report of a guy comin' through here with eight reindeer-

Yeah, 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?

This'll gimme somethin'.

Holy shit! Is that guy dead?

- Yes, Jerry. I'm afraid he is. - Jesus Christ!

Yeah. I want you to get a hold of a guy named Cobb.

Walter Cobb. C-O-B-B. He's the head of my police unit.

Get him down here. Find him. 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 right here in New York?

No, I didn't know that, Jerry. Take care of yourself.

TV's got us. TV's got us. We gotta release these traffic guys.

No, traffic jams we can take care of later.

- You find out what the hell is wrong with this thing! - The frequencies are jammed.

- What about Ricky? - I don't know. I can't get a hold of him.

- But, Walter, Federal Reserve. - Yeah?

Biggest gold storage in the world.

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

- Walter! You gotta hear this. - Yeah?

- Christ, 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 this city.

We'll start at the top floor. Put 20 men on each floor.

Send the other 50 men down to the basement with us.

- What about McClane? - Not a word. I'm getting nothing but busy signals.

Westchester's probably worse than we are.

This is kinda puttin' all our eggs in one basket. What if McClane's wrong?

- Walter. - Yeah?

This is Principal Martinez. Principal Martinez, Inspector Cobb.

- How do you do, Inspector? - How do you do, Principal Martinez?

I don't want to alarm your children.

I wonder if you could move them all into the auditorium and keep them calm.

We are 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, fuck-head. So's 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 worth in gold bullion.

- I wonder, would a deal be out of the question? - Yeah, I got a deal for you.

Crawl out from under that rock you're hiding under 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've jeopardized the mission and the contract!

We are vulnerable till we 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.

Walter!

Take a look at this. Janitor said this one was delivered this morning. About 10:30, right?

- Not hooked up. - Yeah?

Okay. Now, take a look at the front.

We drill the hinges. Get everybody out.

McClane!

- McClane! - Where are ya?

Over here! You got a hell of a way off laggin' somebody down! You all right?

- Did you go to Yankee Stadium? - Yeah. There's nobody there.

- You didn't see nobody? - No!

- Nobody was followin' you? - I'm tellin' ya, he's jerkin' us around!

Oh, shit! Jesus! Come on, come on, come on!

"Oh, no, I didn't see nobody. Nobody's following us." 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 the building, boom! - Fine, there's a chance...

that somebody's watchin', but we can't stand here with our thumb up our ass...

- waitin' for this freakin' thing to blow up! - Okay.

- Shit! Shit! - Get your head down!

Hold it steady. Hold it steady!

- Go! Go! - Get outta the way!

Go around him! Go around him!

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

Some guy named Arthur.

- Chester A. Arthur? - Chester A. Arthur. That's it, yeah.

- Chester A. Arthur Elementary School? - Yeah, that's it.

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

Mr. Lambert here is from the fire department...

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

So, I want you to divide in half, and I want half of you to go over here -

- teachers will help them - and line up against the wall. - Open the door.

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

All right? Everybody up, please. Teachers, please help them.

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

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

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

- Come on! - Well, where you going?

Let me drive! Let me drive! Goddamn it!

Why the hell didn't you tell me before?

- Of course he put the bomb up in that school. - Why would he do that?

Make sure he got your complete attention!

- Jesus! Jesus! - Find the fuse panel!

- What? - The fuse panel! Where's the fuse panel to this car?

- It's right here! Right here! - Pull out the anti-lock brakes fuse.

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

- There. - Put your head fuckin' down. This is gonna be really bad.

Listen to me. Hang the fuck on, all right?

Oh, what the fuck happened?

You got a "Triple A" card?

- Keep moving. Keep moving. - Excuse me.

I got the janitors making a last sweep of the building right now.

Thank you, Ms. Martinez.

Come on.

Stay down! Stay low!

Oh, man!

- What the fuck are you doin'? - Interrogatin' 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 10 quarters.

- Exactly ten quarters. - Well, maybe they were making long-distance phone calls.

No. It's for the bridge.

- What? - It's for the toll on the bridge.

There, there! Down on the wharf!

Dump trucks! Right there! Right there!

Christ, they got it loaded on a ship already.

Shit! How 'bout the Coast Guard?

It'd take 'em an hour to get here. - Shit!

Shit!

- We can jump. - What?

- We can jump. - Outta your fuckin' mind? It's 100 feet down to the deck!

- But not to the crane it isn't. - The cables would cut you in half.

- I can make it. - Bullshit. Get down.

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

Six booby traps, four dead ends -

Okay, honey, let's dance.

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

All of you follow the police officer and the fireman. You guys are my front runners.

Walter, I think we're cuttin' this a little thin.

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

- Line me up with that crane! - There, there, right there.

- Right there. You're okay. - All right, I see it now.

- Shit, this is gonna take a miracle. Swing it. - Keep your fingers crossed.

Okay, come on, come on. You almost got it.

Almost, almost. Yeah, all right!

Where you goin'? You in a hurry?

I'm goin' first this time, all right?

We have the intercom rigged, sir.

Walter, 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.

- Yo, McClane. Down there. - What?

Oh, shit! Go, go. Go, man! Go, go, go!

Oh, boy...

am I glad you talked me outta jumpin'.

Fuck.

Get his feet.

We go find Simon...

and drag him to the ship-to-shore radio and beat that fuckin' code out of him.

Here, take this.

- How does it work? - You don't know how to shoot a gun?

Look, all brothers don't know how to shoot guns, you racist motherfucker.

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

- That's it. - 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!

Stupid. Stupid!

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 blow your sick ass...

into the next world.

If that's what you gotta do.

You gotta take the safety catch off.

Oh, goddamn!

- See, that works. Now, where's McClane? - Shit!

What was that?

He said, "Don't shoot."

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

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

- We're gonna go! On my mark. - Let's go, men.

Five, four, three, two, one. Go! Go, go, go, go, go!

- Go! - Let's do it.

Okay, 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. We're gonna win.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Keep moving! Keep moving! To your left!

What are they doin'? Yo, where you goin'?

- Hey, where you goin'? - What's goin' on?

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, huh?

Going to arrest me, "bunny"?

No. I don't think I'm gonna arrest you.

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

- I knew it was bullshit. There's nobody 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, Charlie.

And last I looked, you weren't too light on your feet. Now move!

- Up here! - Oh, my God!

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

- The rooms are locked! - Outta the way!

Hey! Any one marked four.

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 ya?

Fuck!

Help! Help! Help!

Four, four-Fuck it! Get outta 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! - Outta the way.

Okay, come on.

Come on. Get him up here! Come on, come on!

Mayday. Mayday. Bridgeport Coast Guard. Bridgeport Coast Guard, come in.

Come on, kids.

- Shit, it's too far! - Over here. Down.

No guts, no glory.

There's a big black-and-white fuckin' boat in the middle of the harbor.

- Stay on the line. - Yeah, sure, I'll stay on the line.

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 tellin' '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.

You know, your brother was an asshole.

- He really was an asshole. - He was - He was an asshole.

You got his number, yeah. Yeah, okay.

Forgive me. Would you help Mr. McClane below?

Careful now.

Now, do you have the communiqué?

- Bridgeport Radio. Come in, please, Bridgeport. - Coast Guard.

- Are you there, dear? - Yes, we're here.

- Do you have the ability to record a message? - Yes.

- Then please begin now. - All right.

This is a communiqué from the C.R.F.

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 of...

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 seem to think...

that 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.

Didn't I hear you say you didn't even like your brother?

There's a difference between not liking one's brother and not caring...

when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.

Hey, I didn't even know that motherfucker!

Yes, and I never invited you aboard the ship.

No riddle is gonna stop this motherfucker?

No code, no riddle, no fancy little countdown.

Hey, fuck-head. Yeah, you, fuck-head.

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.

Where is the gold?

He's betrayed us.

The containers are filled with that.

If I hadn't have saved your fuckin' ass, I wouldn't be sittin' here with you...

about to blow up with $100 billion in fuckin' gold!

Yeah, well, I got some bad news. You're only gonna blow up with me.

- What? - There's no gold on this boat.

- How do you know that? - 'Cause I know the man, I know the family.

The only thing better than blowin' up $100 billion worth of gold...

is makin' people think you did.

- Well, where is it? - He must've have switched it back on the dock somewhere.

- Oh, yeah. That's supposed to make me feel better? - No.

You're wrong about the other thing, though. You're not gonna die.

You know some cop trick about handcuffs that's gonna get us outta this?

Yeah, use a key.

- You know how to pick this lock? - Is this some black shit again?

Will you stop with that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?

- Yeah, yeah, I can do it if I had somethin' to do it with. - How 'bout a splinter...

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

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

Oh, fuck! Shit!

- How's that? That big enough? - Shit, yeah, that might work.

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

- Don't drop this motherfucker, all right? - Get - All right, come on.

- Ya ready? Ready? - One...

two - Spit it.

- Yeah! Come on, come on. Move your hands. - Get it?

All right, okay.

- Damn, McClane, you know, I was just startin' to like you. - Well, don't. I'm an asshole.

What are you talkin' about now?

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

- Remember I said Weiss found that bomb up in Harlem? - Yeah.

- They found it in Chinatown. - Now that's low, even for a white motherfucker 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. - Uh-huh.

- You got a wife, McClane? - Yeah.

I'm surprised anybody would stay with you long enough to be married.

Well, she didn't stick around too long. We're sort of separated.

What the fuck is "sort of separated"?

Well, 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 now.

A year -

What the fuck you laughin' about?

You threw away your marriage because you were too fuckin' stupid to pick up the phone?

What, you think that's funny, huh? You laugh at other people's misfortunes?

I bet you blame that shit on your wife, too, right?

My wife is a very stubborn woman. Yes!

- You better stop fuckin' laughin' and undo these cuffs! - I'm almost there!

How's that for concentration? Aw, shit!

- What? - Fuck! I dropped the thing!

- You dropped the fuckin' thing? - Goddamn it!

- Oh, shit! Where did it go? - Find it, all right?

I don't fuckin' see it.

What the fuck is that?

I think I made it mad.

- Just go, McClane. Get the fuck outta here! - I gotta fuckin' do somethin'.

Goddamn it, McClane! Listen to me!

Just go.

Have a hard enough time gettin' through the day without havin' your death on my conscience.

- Shut the fuck up and think, all right? - Tools. Check the engine room.

There's no time!

- What the hell's it doin' now? - It's mixin'.

Shit!

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

- What? - Lean forward, goddamn it!

- Now it's gonna go fast. Lean forward. - What the fuck you doin'?

- Oh, no, no! - Lean forward! Get ready. Move your hands.

- Motherfuckin' shit! Shit! Oh, goddamn! Goddamn! - Let's go. Let's go.

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

Get upstairs!

Come on! Go, go, go, go! Get upstairs!

Oh, shit! Ow, damn it, my foot!

Let's go. Let's go! Down there at the back of the boat. Come on!

- Run, goddamn it! Run! Come on! - I am!

- All right? Watch it, watch it! - Yeah.

Let's go down there to the back -

Whoa!

How's he doin'?

- I got shot in the leg. How do ya think I'm doin'? - He's gonna be just fine.

- How 'bout you? - All right. Got Ricky out of there?

Yeah, they found him.

- Are you gonna 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, but right now they're busy with this salvage operation, I guess.

No! Dre - Dredges. Dredges!

- They're wastin' their time. There's no gold out there. - What do you mean?

He took it with him. He beat me.

- John, he beat all of us. - He wasn't playin' against you.

Fuck that, McClane! You're still alive, aren't ya?

- Well, aren't ya? - Yeah.

So, he lost. Lambert.

Would you give him a quarter?

Asshole.

- Take it easy now. - I got him. That's it.

Yeah, this is collect from John.

Thanks, guys. Appreciate this.

Yeah, uh, Carmine, just tell 'em you'll accept the charges.

That son of a bitch had aspirin.

Yeah, it's John. Yeah, I'm hangin' in there. Is Holly there? I'll hold on.

- Zeus, hold up. Whoa! - John?

John? John? Goddamn it, 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-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, Jürgen, you'll be the padre!

Padre?

Douse those lights!

Hey, dick-head, did I come at a bad time?

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

Go! Go!

- He's under us right now. Come back around. - Run, motherfucker!

- What've you got 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!

Come on! Move it!

That's right. Run, motherfuckers! The exterminators are here!

Whoo!

What the fuck?

- Oh, shit! What the fuck is this 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. I can't see a goddamn thing.

- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit!

What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?

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

Hey, McClane, what the fuck!

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

- Truck! Truck! - Hold on. Here we go.

Come on. We gotta get outta here! He's gonna start shootin' at us any second.

- Let's get him outta here. - Shit! 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 are you goin'? - I'm gonna try and get his attention.

Oh, shit! It just keeps gettin' better and better.

I had no idea Canada could be this much fun.

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

Show me that smilin' face.

Say hello to your brother.

Get outta here!

Yippee-ki-ay, motherfucker.

- Looks like you got his attention. - Yeah, it looks like it.

- Think we should call a fire truck? - Ah, fuck 'em. Let 'em cook.

- Oh, shit! - What?

- What? - I left Holly hangin' on hold.

Aw, 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.

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