All language subtitles for 58 Minutes Pour Vivre (1990) Scan.35MM.DUAL.EN.FR.RPK.GINODU.MKV2

Whoa, yo!

Hold on, hold on! Here, what's okay? I'm
here.

Here we are.

It's all right.

Yeah. Cut it down nice and easy, huh?

Yeah, sure, with the impound.

Next time, read the sign.

Ah, you don't understand. Look, I've
been here to meet my wife's way. You

let me get in the car. Tomorrow, 8 to 4.
You'll pay $45.

No, no, don't write it up. Don't write
it up.

This is my mother -in -law's car, all
right? She's already mad at me because

not authentic.

Look, I'm a cop.

LAPD. How about a little team spirit,
huh? I was in L .A. once.

Hated it. Well, I can understand. I
don't like it.

Hey! That's a plastic fender up there.
Take it easy. I'm doing my job. Cut me

some slack, will you?

Look, I used to be a cop in New York
City. I only moved to L .A. because my

took a job there.

Come on, what do you say?

Here we are, Washington, D .C., the
heart of democracy. One hand washes the

other. Take your bags over here.

Come on, man. It's Christmas.

So where's Santa Claus to give you
another car?

Merry Christmas, pal.

It's all yours, Murray.

You got it, Peter.

Son of a bitch.

We're the telephones. Right over there.
Thank you very much. Thank you, friend.

Leonard Atkins is in a warmer climb with
a story that grows hotter by the

minute. Security was tight today at
Escalon Airport in the Republic of Val

Verde, where government authorities
report that deposed General Ramon

will be delivered for immediate
extradition to the United States.

Only two years ago, General Esperanza
led his country's army in a campaign

against communist insurgents, a campaign
fought with American money and

advisers. Esperanza's fall from power
caused ripples not only in his country's

recent election, but closer to home as
well, when high -ranking Pentagon

officials were charged with supplying
him with weapons despite the

ban. But mounting evidence that
Esperanza's forces violated the

neighboring countries made Congress
withhold funds, funds which Esperanza is

accused of replacing by going into the
lucrative business of cocaine smuggling,

although Esperanza was removed as
commander -in -chief earlier this year.

The agreement to extradite him was not
reached until yesterday, and Washington

insiders say it was a phone call that
made it happen. A phone call from a...

Right, all right.

Find a phone, I'd call you, whoever you
want.

I'd like to think I'm somebody.

What are you doing? Where are you? Did
you land yet?

Honey, it's the 90s, remember?

Microchips, microwaves, faxes,
earphones.

Hey, well, as far as I'm concerned,
progress peak with frozen pizza.

Listen, we're going to be about half an
hour late landing, okay? I just wanted

to let you know.

Kids okay?

Yeah, well, they're about to lose their
minds from all the sugar your parents

are giving them.

Did Mom give you a hard time about
borrowing her new car?

No, not yet.

Listen, honey, when you land, can we
just, like, you know, rent a car, check

into a hotel, leave the kids with your
parents?

Order some room service.

What do you say?

You're on the time.

I'll see you in about a half an hour.

I love you. Bye.

Isn't technology wonderful?

My husband doesn't think so.

Well, I do.

I used to carry around those awful mace
things.

Now.

I zapped any bastard that screwed with
me.

I tried it on my little dog.

Poor thing limped for a week.

Excuse me.

Well, you look really familiar to me.

I get that a lot.

I've been on TV.

Yeah, me too.

Grab your tools, will you? You got it.

This is Amy Nicole reporting live from
Escalon Airport, where deposed General

Ramon Esperanza has just arrived under
heavy guard.

Strangely, the deposed dictator's mood
seems jubilant. He is smiling and waving

to the crowd like a man running for
political office.

Thousands of political prisoners in the
past decade, including the new

president, and there's no doubt that he
still has some ardent supporters, both

here and abroad.

Rumors abound on Capitol Hill that there
were others.

Sorry to bother you, sir. We're checking
our equipment.

Any problems with the conduit line in
your backyard?

Gee, I don't know anything about that.

Would you mind if we take a look?

Help yourself.

Don't you think Wright somehow closed
down this church?

I know the parish is going to keep on
using it, but it won't be the same.

Been here a lot of years, and I've been
right here with it.

Yeah, I kind of feel like a piece of me
is dying along with this church.

Oh, you're right about that.

Cocaine smuggling, racketeering, and
bribing government officials certainly

doesn't show it.

But no matter how high his spirits, they
can't hide the fact that America's war

on drugs has finally taken its first
prisoner.

This is Buckwheat. The clubhouse is
open.

Here at Dulles, the quiet men from the
Justice Department wait to handcuff the

man who has come to symbolize the enemy
in America's fight against cocaine.

That battle may be almost won, but the
war is still in doubt.

Samantha Coleman, WNTW, for nighttime
news.

Roger that, Colonel. Out.

That

was

the Colonel.

Everyone's in position.

How's the weather?

We've got flurries all along the
Virginia coast.

New storm prompt coming in from the
northeast.

God love the infantry.

Be man.

Periodic silence.

1551. Mark.

Check.

Later.

Adios.

Cool out there, man.

Stomp my feet for five minutes.

Two

cappuccinos.

Make it fast.

Excuse me, officers.

This may sound like a wild goose chase,
but I think I just thought... So what?

Elvis.

Elvis Presley.

Fucking tourist.

Excuse me.

Large number of you from the Justice
Department here this evening. Is there

particular reason for that?

Justice.

Just routine. Yes. Any comments, sir?

No, not right now, thank you.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Hey,

that's Colonel Stewart over there.

Got a little problem with personnel.

Last minute replacement.

How's the security around this place?

Like we figured. It's a joke.

Colonel Stewart, can we have a few
words, please?

You can have two.

Fuckin' you.

No pictures, you pinko bitch.

Old news.

Hey, man.

What is it?

You got a key for this door?

Yeah, why?

Because I want you to open it up.

That's why.

Is there a cop on duty around here?

Uh, airport police.

Go get him.

Good idea.

Then run.

Okay, hold that in.

Watch it, man.

All right.

Perfect. Perfect.

Good to go.

Hey.

It's a restricted area.

What's the matter?

Been waiting for the skycap?

We work here.

Seize some ID.

No problem. No problem.

Thanks.

You say he came in here and flashed a
bat?

Yeah, he said to bring you guys back
here.

Nice guess, asshole.

I'm a cop. That was the bad guy.

Where's your ID?

On our way to Cleveland?

No, you did not explain anything.

All you did was shut me back here in
this cattle car.

Sir, you were told when you boarded that
we were overbooked. Fine, done. I

accept that. But why in hell can't I get
the first -class meal my network paid

for? Do you know who I am? Yes, we've
all seen your program.

Your episode, Flying Junkyards, was a
very objective look at air traffic

It wasn't nearly as edifying as bimbos
of the sky, was it, Connie?

You think you're funny.

You think you're funny.

Fine.

I've got your number.

And I've got yours.

So park it, sir.

Stewardess. Mr. Thornburg, you cannot
monopolize my time.

You cannot put me near that woman.

Excuse me?

He means he's filed a restraining order
against me.

I'm not allowed within 50 feet of him.

50 yards?

So, by keeping me in this section, you
are violating a court order.

I can sue you and this airline.

That woman assaulted me, and she
humiliated me in public.

Sorry, officer. Had to check.

Here's your peace and shield back.

Thanks.

Jesus.

What the fuck are you people?

What are you doing here, man? It's a
crime scene. You gotta steal this area

for Christ's sake. That's up to the
captain. What's up to the captain? Maybe

better take me up to the captain then,
huh?

You didn't make it.

Oh, man.

You're late.

You ran into trouble, Colonel.

Some cop killed Cochran.

I barely got away, sir.

You accomplished your mission.

Yes, sir, but Cochran, sir. Well, then
the damage is minimal.

The penalty could be...

You fail me again, and the chamber won't
be empty.

Dismissed.

Yeah.

John McClane. Yeah, yeah, I know who you
are. You're the asshole that just broke

seven FAA and five District of Columbia
regulations running around my airport

with a gun shooting at people.

What do you call that shit?

Self -defense.

Oh, what, you think that L .A. badge is
gonna get you a free lunch or something

around here?

No.

Maybe a little professional courtesy.

In an airport at Christmas week. You
gotta be kidding.

Okay, fuck courtesy. How about just
being professional?

Your boy's just walked away from a crime
scene, Captain.

You can't wrap this thing up in ten
minutes and you know it. You gotta seal

area off, take pictures, dust for
prints. Don't lecture me, hotshot. I

I'm doing.

We're going to dust it down. We'll take
all the pictures.

We'll sweep for fibers.

How are you going to do this? After 300
or 400 other more people go through

there, Christ, you'll be lucky to get a
print from one of your own people. Just

shut down that area and send your people
in. Oh, just shut the area down. It's

that simple. I'll just shut the area
down.

Shit. And I got everybody from the
Shriners Convention to the goddamn Boy

traipsing through here. I got lost kids,
lost dogs. Not now. Later.

I got international diplomats. I got a
fucking reindeer flying in here from the

fucking petting zoo.

But John McClane, he's got a little
problem.

Hell, let's shut down the whole fucking
airport.

Now, what do you think they're going to
say upstairs when I tell them that? Why

don't you pick up the phone and find
out? Because I don't need full fucking

forensics to tell me all this was was
some punk stealing luggage.

Luggage? That punk pulled a Glock 7 on
me. You know what that is?

It's a porcelain gun made in Germany.
Doesn't show up on your airport x -ray

machines. They're gonna cost more than
you make in a month.

You'd be surprised what I make in a
month.

If it's more than $1 .98, I'd be very
surprised. Hey, hey, McLean, don't start

believing your own press, huh?

Yeah, yeah, I know all about you and
that Nakatomi thing in L .A.

But just because the TV thinks you're
hot shit, that don't make it so.

Look, you are in my little pond now.

And I am the big fish that runs it.

So you cap some low life.

Fine. I'll send your fucking captain
into L .A., a fucking commendation. Now,

the meantime, you get the hell out of my
office before I have you thrown out of

my goddamn airport.

Hey,

Carmine, let me ask you something.

What sets off the metal detectors first?

The lead in your ass or the shit in your
brain?

Okay, your car's ready. If you just sign
right here. I need to borrow this and

this. Bring it right back.

Hey!

Hey, go! Hold up!

Yo!

Hold up, boys.

Hold up, hold up. We gotta check the...
What are you doing?

Pretty gruesome fucking job.

All the confusion in there.

We got to get this clown Prince.

Believe that?

Christ. Hey, you're supposed to be at
the morgue. Not anymore.

Got a new SOP for DOAs from the FAA.

I don't think this one's going to make
it, boys.

Thanks a lot.

We're safe up to the United States.

How long?

Three and a half hours.

Where do you think you can go?

Excuse me, General, but I don't have
permission.

Well, boy, well.

You are an excellent soldier.

Now, in the name of freedom, give me a
second.

Powell here. Yeah, take that Twinkie out
of your mouth and grab a pencil, will

ya?

Hey, John, how you doing?

Holly stood me up today, and I'm here
alone in D .C. with my in -laws.

Ah, the old in -laws, huh?

Man, they do love their policemen's fun
-a -laws, don't they?

Listen, Al, what is the, uh, fax
machine, telephone number there at the

5 -5 -5 -3 -2 -1 -2.

3 -2 -1 -2. Hold on a second, all right?
I want to send you something here.

Excuse me.

You and faxes?

This is a first.

Yeah, well, Holly told me I should wake
up and smell the 90s.

Wait,

it's upside down.

It doesn't matter.

Okay, here it comes.

Sending you something right now.

Hold on a second, cowboy.

Fingerprints. Got an unidentified stiff
here.

I circled the world in pen in case the
transmission's a little fuzzy. Listen,

run it through state and federal. If you
can, run it through Interpol.

Will do.

Well, what's this about?

Oh, just a feeling I have.

Ouch. When you get those feelings,
insurance companies start to go

Listen, the fax number is... Is on the
top edge of the transmission you just

got. On the top edge of the transmission
you just got.

On airport, huh?

Listen, you're not pissing in somebody's
pool, are you?

Yeah, and I'm fresh out of chlorine.

Just as this storm starts breaking, the
satellite feet up and drops the other

shoe off.

Look at this new front moving in. Makes
his baby brother look like chicken shit.

Well, I can sand down all the runways
and keep the plows going between

but you got to downshift them up there,
give me time to work.

You got it.

All right, everyone.

Let's call all our birds and slow them
down before we get a parking lot over

heads. The line starts at the
Mississippi, and they better start

Can I get you another?

No, thank you. I only have to look at
his face for another 15 or 20 minutes.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the
captain speaking.

I've just been informed by Dulles
Traffic Control that there's a weather

moving in ahead of us.

We may be up here a little while longer.

Second thought.

Hey, I'm right here, partner.

Your stiff dossier is coming through
right now.

Well? What can you tell me about him?
He's dead.

You need a computer to figure that one
out?

No, no, no, no. You don't follow me.

According to the Department of Defense,
he's been dead for two years.

What? That's right.

Sergeant Oswald Cochran, American
advisor in Honduras.

Killed in a helicopter accident, 5 -11
-88.

Yeah, I see it.

All right, Al. Thanks a lot.

Hey, anytime.

Say, I close in about an hour.

Maybe we can go get a drink?

Just the facts, Ben.

Just the facts.

Hey, Sam, if you're really desperate,
get some air for a person out on the

street. Hey, wait a second. Wait, I see
somebody.

Listen, I'll call you right back, okay?
No, hold on, hold on.

Bye.

Great.

National just shut down.

Totally iced.

They're going to be sending us
airplanes.

Happy, happy holidays.

The worst part, Mr. Trudeau, was the
press.

Oh, they were here anyways, crawling all
over the Esperanza story.

So they got it right in the fucking
news, you know, bloodstains and all.

Personally, I'd like to lock every damn
reporter out of the airport.

But then they just pull that freedom of
speech crap on us, then the ACLU would

be all over us.

Murder on television.

Hell of a start for Christmas week.

What is it, a gang thing like last time?

Only if your gangs get their training at
Fort Bragg.

Who the hell is this? I'm McClane.

It's an unauthorized area.

L .A., Mr. Trudeau. It don't mean shit.

Yeah, that's what I said about my last
cholesterol test.

So what's your problem, Lieutenant
McClane?

I'm sure Captain Lorenzo has explained
to you the minor little fracas with the

minor little thieves.

Maybe you can explain this.

All systems tap, Colonel.

Fire it up.

H

minus five

minutes.

Stand by.

All right. We've got a body in the
morgue that seems to have died twice.

Assuming it's not a computer error, what
do we assume?

Somebody's about to seriously fuck with
this airport.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I mean, I know we're dummies up here,
McLean, so give us a little taste of

brilliant genius.

I mean, you're talking about a hijack
and a robbery or what? Look, I'm not

All I know is... Oh, he's not sure.
Well, I'm stunned.

I gotta lie down.

The only people to go to this much
trouble are professionals.

Not luggage thieves and not punks.

Professionals at what?

What the fuck do you think this is, huh?

The safety patrol here? This is the
resume of a professional mercenary. You

the world's biggest drug dealer on his
way here now. What do you need, a slide

rule to figure this out? Or maybe
another body in a zipper bag before you

asking questions. Hey, pal, you're the
one that gave us that fucking body.

Remember that.

Yeah, I remember that.

Lorenzo? Have all your shift commanders
report in, now. What? You're not buying

into this. I want them to report
anything out of the ordinary, no matter

trivial. You got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Oh, my God.

What? The runway. Son of a bitch.

What the hell? Shutting down.

Jesus Christ.

Go to emergency lighting, now.

Emergency. We are in a cold yellow.

Backup systems won't come up. Send to
another terminal. Bobby, what do you

Please respond. Please respond. Nothing.
The whole network is down. Maybe we

should call the power company, huh?
We're on the same goddamn grid. We're

Tell us what's going on.

How's your sky? Maintain position.

Receive.

Roger.

We're on it. We're on it. Western, we're
unable right now. Please delay. Fuji

604. Execute published missed approach
procedure and hold.

CWA 23 unable to clear you for approach
at this time. Climb to and maintain 1 -0

-1000. Protect our systems. It ain't
happening.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What's it look like?

Approach control. It's gone.

Jesus. Instrument landing system is
down.

Confirmed. IOS is dead.

Every goddamn system's dead, and in
-neck monitors are down.

Attention all controllers, attention.

We have a code red alert.

Every aircraft approaching our sector
who are not already in our landing

gets diverted to their alternate airport
now.

Everyone already on approach or inside
our pattern holds at the outer markers.

Stack them, pack them, and rack them.

Move.

Get someone on it.

All right, not a word of this leaves
this room.

There must be 15 ,000 people in this
airport, and we don't need panic on our

hands.

We just bought ourselves maybe two
hours.

After that, those planes low on fuel
aren't going to be circling.

They're going to be dropping on the
White House long.

McLean, is this what you expected?

This is just the beginning.

A hotline?

How could they know already?

They can't.

Maybe it's the boys who pulled all your
plugs.

Put it on speaker.

Attention, Dulles Tower.

Attention. They say that blind men
become very attentive by way of

Now that you're both blind and deaf, I
think I've got your attention.

I'm aware that your recorders are
active, so I'll be quick. You can play

later to your heart's content.

How did you get on this line? Who is
this?

Who I am is unimportant.

What I want... Well, if you don't want
those planes to start splashing into the

Potomac as they run out of fuel, what I
want is very important.

A plane will be landing at this airport
in 58 minutes.

It is FM1, Foreign Military 1.

Now, I'm sure you gentlemen are well
aware of the unique nature of this

and the importance of its cargo.

This plane will not be met by anyone.

It will land on a runway of my
designation where it will remain

unapproached. That will conclude my
interest in this aircraft and your

responsibility for it.

At the same time, I want a 747 cargo
conversion fully fueled and placed at

my disposal.

You have two more minutes to advise your
inbound aircraft to hold at their outer

radio marker.

After that, you will be able to receive
only.

Any attempt to restore your systems will
be met by severe penalties.

He's bluffing.

Dammit, you can't do this.

I am doing this.

Okay, you guys, listen up. I need you to
push for Code 15. I got an idea, and I

need your help.

Once it gets on that plane, it makes it
to a country that has no extradition

treaties. We're fucked.

They're talking to us on our own goddamn
system. They gotta be close.

I'll have my men tear this airport
apart.

Just in the nick of time, huh?

Hey, McClane, I got a first -class unit
here, SWAT team and all. We don't need

any Monday morning quarterbacks. Hey,
fuck Monday morning. My white's on one

the goddamn planes these guys are
fucking with. That puts me on the

field. And if you'd have moved your fat
ass when I told you to, we wouldn't be

hip, deep, and shit right now.

All right, that's it.

Security, you're out of here. So, Mr.

Trudeau, do I have to remind you about
FAA regulations regarding unauthorized

personnel in the control tower?

All we have to do is find a way to
transmit.

Yeah, right. Somebody want to run down
to Radio Shack and get a transmitter? We

already have one. The new terminal wing
they're building, 20 airlines when it's

done, all with their own reservation
computers, all tied into a nice big

array. All right, better see Mr. McClane
out. Get him out of here. Go on. You

got no business being up here. I'm
telling you guys. Everything we need is

by the annex skywalk. Just sitting
there, waiting to go online. The annex

skywalk? Come on, man. God damn it.

You're dealing with pros here.

You can't fuck with these people. Listen
to me. Sam Coleman, WNTW News. Oh, for

Christ's sake. There's a lot of rumors
flying around here today. No way, no

lady. Hell no, no. You can turn right
around here. This is off limits,

You know that.

Get out of here. Get out of here.

What the hell is he talking about? He's
working here for shit's sake. Just get

them both out of here.

Lobby security, come in.

Tomlinson here. This is Captain Lorenzo
here with two unauthorized personnel in

the fucking tower.

Now, would you get your thumb out of
your ass, get him out of the elevator,

you're going to find a goddamn pink slip
in your Christmas stocking. 10 -4.

Let's go.

Goddamn.

Anything who can think of? Can't fuck
with what guy? Shit.

Hang on over there. What for? Just hang
on.

Big drug dealer on his way to prison.

Gunfight in airport, every controller in
the coffee shop getting beeped and

hauling ass, and you rocking the boat.

Connection? Come on, McClane, just a few
words. Okay, just a few words. Fuck

off.

Thanks, but I already got that from
Colonel Stewart.

Stewart?

The guy that got Cam O 'Connor, that's
who he was.

Huh? Who he who?

What? Oh, hey, did... Shh!

Hi. Where's the other one?

Claustrophobic, I guess.

It's a VHF system, but the planes are so
close it doesn't matter. I can rig our

frequency in 30 minutes while we're in a
crossover and we're hot.

Even the planes wouldn't know the
difference.

Get what you need.

Bar, steel, kill.

I want my SWAT team to go with him as
cover.

Whatever we can think of, they can think
of too.

I can't fucking believe this.

Another basement, another elevator.

How can the same shit happen to the same
guy twice?

Who are you?

I'm Marvin.

Marvin, Marvin.

I'm armed. I bet she was trying to steal
my records, that's all.

I'm just the janitor.

This is Dulles Approach to all aircraft
tolling at Potomac Vortec. We are

experiencing some technical problems
here. The weather conditions, which have

been deteriorating all day, have now
been complicated by an unforeseen human

factor.

This has affected all of our electronic
equipment and the redundant backups as

well.

As a result, our nav and approach
systems are down and we expect to lose

in another minute.

We want you to continue holding as the
outer marker is directed and wait for

further instructions.

As soon as we're back online, we'll
expedite your landings on a fuel

basis.

Good luck.

All right, change the boards.

Hey, stand back.

The Skywalk, Andy. Oh, goddammit, the
Annex Skywalk. Listen to me, the Annex

Skywalk. It's the last thing I heard
before they kicked me out of there.

Well, let me see here now.

Well, this must be it right there, see?

That's the race platform, and there's
the new terminal.

There's your Skywalk.

Goddamn bottleneck.

Nice place for an ambush.

It's the fastest way you can get me out
to that spot.

This kind of thing wasn't in my job.

Don't worry, Mr. Barnes. We'll watch
your back.

Yeah? Who watches yours?

Main ventilation duct.

Ventilation duct.

And bingo.

Just once.

Like a regular, normal Christmas.

Eggnob.

Christmas tree.

Little turkey.

But no!

I had to crawl around this motherfucking
tin can!

We're in the annex skywalk. I can see
the array.

I'll give you a call for a protocol test
as soon as it's hot.

That's all for now.

Sergeant, I need you to wait for me.

I'd like to see one of your guys back
for me. Right, sir. You got it.

What the hell's going on?

Hey, put that back on.

Hey, asshole, what do I look like to
you?

A sitting duck.

That's none of my business!

Put the antenna right.

I've got to get to it and set it up.

Lorenzo sacrifices best men.

Make you waste your time.

Time we don't have.

I think you're closer than 50 yards.

So is that airplane.

Practically. Yeah.

There's quite a few of them out there.
Looks like a regular traffic jam.

There's nothing regular about it.

See, you're intrigued.

That's my gift, Mrs. McClain. I notice
things.

Things other people wouldn't see.

That's how I make people curious.

Don't you mean nauseous?

Look, the people have a right to know
everything about everybody.

You got in the way of that.

Listen, Buster, you endangered my
children. You didn't do it for anything

noble as the people.

The only time you even see the people is
when you look down to see what it is

you're stepping on.

Me? Yeah, I'll live. But Lorenzo's SWAT
team is dead.

And the antenna array is gone.

Didn't you see it?

Start looking for a new miracle.

I Say again annex team give us a sitrep
Annex team come into your copy

Scramble you do anything with it

No, this scramble mode must activate on
this code panel, even if we can their

frequency we can't listen in

These guys approve so you break the
code. I want to hear what these passes

saying to each other This is a 10 -digit
control panel six -digit readout.

Yeah, that could be a million
combinations Next time you kill one of

get them to enter the code first We just
monitor the

call from your chief engineer our people
took out their SWAT team completely you

were right They went to the antenna
array right on schedule losing our own

wasn't part of the plan

Attention, Dulles Tower.

Attention, Dulles Control Tower.

Mr. Trudeau, I know you're listening.

Unfortunately, you're not obeying.

Try me face to face, we'll see.

You were warned not to try to restore
your systems. You've wasted lives and

precious time on a futile and obvious
target.

Now you're going to pay the penalty.

I got five dead officers down here,
Colonel Stewart. Isn't that penalty

McClane, you keep out of this. You've
been nothing but a pain in... Oh,

John McClane.

The policeman hero who saved the
Nakatomi hostages.

I read about you in People magazine.

You seemed a bit out of your league on
Nightline, I thought.

Hey, Colonel, blow me.

How much drug money is Esperanza paying
you to turn traitor?

I think Cardinal Richie said it best.

Treason is merely a matter of date.

This country's got to learn that it
can't keep cutting the legs off of men

General Esperanza.

Men who have the guts. to stand up
against communist aggression.

And lesson one starts with killing
policemen? What's lesson two, the

bomb?

No, I think we can find something in
between.

Watch this.

Give me a flight number. One that's low
on fuel.

Windsor 114, transatlantic from London.
Fuel tanks drive to Martini.

Activate the ILS landing system.

Recalibrate sea level.

Minus 200 feet.

Oh, Jesus.

They've reached that ground level, minus
200 feet.

Windsor Flight 114, this is Dulles
Approach. Do you copy?

Dulles Approach, this is Windsor 114.
Where the devil have you been?

Windsor 114, Dulles Approach. We've been
right here all along, old buddy.

Our systems only came back online just
this very second.

Windsor 114, you are cleared for ILS
Approach, runway 2, Niner.

Contact Dulles Tower frequency at the
out of orbit. Jesus Christ, he's going

crash the fucking plane.

Roger, approach in about time.

I've got 230 people up there flying on
petrol fumes.

Roger, 114, understand.

Calibrate Dulles altimeter setting to...
They'll fly right into the concrete.

Bitch.

Why didn't you listen to him? It's our
frequency. Why shouldn't they?

Dulles, this is Winsor.

Winsor, 114. This is Dulles Tower.

We have radar contact.

Right, 02.

Give me your coat.

What are you going to do?

Whatever I can.

Ladies and gentlemen, as you've probably
noticed, we've started our descent.

We're sorry for the inconvenience, but
we'll all be on the ground in a few

minutes. Oh,

not to worry. We've made arrangements
for your next flight, so you won't miss

it, okay?

In your seat, please. Come on, in your
seat.

Yes, that's right, yes.

Oh, hey.

We're just like British Rail, love. We
may be late, but we'll get you there.

Don't worry.

We're going to see the captain.

Good

luck,

McClane!

Dollar, this is Windsor 114 inside the
outer margin.

Roger, 114. This is Dollar's tower.

We have radar contact and show you on
ILS. You're in the glide path. You're

looking good.

Somebody out there.

It's McClane.

Approach flaps.

Approach flaps.

Approach speed 140.

Approach speed 140.

130. 130.

Altitude 1 ,000 feet.

800, guys. You're only at 800 feet. Fire
and rescue. Cummings, roll everything

out to runway two -nighter.

Ref speed plus 20.

600 feet.

Looking good, Windsor.

Now watch it. 30 knot crosswinds and the
runway is icy.

Adam boy, we've got you.

We've got you.

That concludes our object lesson for
this evening.

If the 747 we requested is ready on time
and General Esperanza's plane arrives

unmolested, further lessons can be
awarded.

I had to survive up down here. It's a
goddamn nightmare.

Hey,

Nelson, we can't.

We can't.

Just have to take care of it.

Barge.

You gotta warn those planes. There's a
lunatic down here who likes to pretend

he's the tower.

Get up to the cab and get me on the air.

How? You figure it out.

Here's the manifesto.

those people tonight.

It's pretty goddamn useless.

We call the government for help.

They're gonna send in a special army
unit.

Counter -terrorist team.

Your wife's plane?

They're still broadcasting, even though
we can't answer.

They're going to run out of fuel in 90
minutes.

Listen, Dick.

That is your name.

Dick.

If you're going to continue to get this
close, do you think you might consider

switching aftershaves?

Anything else?

Stronger mouthwash might be nice.

And here's Sam Coleman reporting live
from the side of the... Well, Colonel,

they've done everything we've
anticipated so far. But still, there has

official word from authorities.

Meanwhile, despite the fact that only
one runway has been closed due to the

tragedy, several dozen airliners are
visible from where I stand, endlessly

circling the field.

Other reports say that there was trouble
in the tower before the crash and that

that may have even contributed to it.
One thing is certain. With weather

conditions worsening, the problem here
and in the sky above us will continue to

grow. I'm Samantha Coleman at Dulles
International Airport.

Victor, Victor, Victor.

Yeah, what's up? Did you pack the radio
mics from the shoot or did you put them

in your carry -on? Are you crazy? I
wouldn't let those assholes check them

love you.

Give me one of the receivers.

Can you tune into the cockpit frequency?

Yeah, why?

I want to know what's going on.

Should be right here on our band.

Nothing. Victor, you just told me it
would work. Is it working or not

It is working, but it's... All I'm
getting is some kind of airport beacon.

It's weird.

Like the tower isn't there.

Stay on it.

Let me know when there is something
there.

Okay.

Major Grant, we're Blue Light. Rollins,
Department of Defense. Redo, Chief of

Air Operations.

Lorenzo, Terminal Police.

You want something, you got it. This is
it? One fucking platoon?

One crisis, one platoon.

Who are you?

John McClane. McClane.

You showed some balls out there, man.

Yeah. Now show some good sense.

Let the pros handle this.

Yeah, well, it looks like the pros are
on the wrong team tonight.

Isn't Colonel Stewart one of your men?
No, not anymore, he's not.

Now, we're here to take Colonel Stewart
down, and we will take him down. You

see, I served with him.

I taught him everything he knows.

Well, maybe he's learned a few more
things since then.

Let's hustle.

Command post will be set up in the
airport police station. I want to be

into the tower in 15 minutes.

All right, let's do it.

Hey, Trudeau.

Things just get better or worse?

Light. Big portable lights.

We set up the field, and then we can...
We wait for those lunatics to shoot them

out, and where do we get those big
portable lights? Borrow them from

What about the air phone idea? There's
18 planes up there. Only five of them

have those phones.

We got through to three of them. We're
still trying on the others.

At least 13 accidents waiting to happen.
Are they still bucking headwinds? I

just checked the weather. Headwinds are
slamming everybody over the outer

marker. The planes with enough fuel have
already been shunted to Atlanta,

Memphis, and Nashville.

Outer marker.

Damn.

The outer marker.

It's a beacon, right? A radio beacon
that sends out this beep, beep, beep so

they know they're over it, right? So?

So who says that radio signal has to
just beep? Right. We switch the

from the tower over to the one in the
beacon.

We pump up the wattage. And we can talk
to our planes, and those bastards who

did this will never know.

Traced the signal.

Found it in the luggage area.

They've been tapped into your tower
chatter all night.

I'm stealing luggage, huh, Carmine?

How you doing, Telford? No good.

I called Langley. They're rigging a
portable decoder. It'll be here in two

hours. My wife doesn't have two hours.

I was only transferred to Grant's team
yesterday.

The regular guy got appendicitis.

But word is, nobody's better at this
than Major Grant.

Attention! Except maybe Colonel Stewart.

I want to hear about the plane those
bastards asked for.

Then I'll fill you in on my order.

Pilot's briefing room, now.

Keep working.

Albertson! Sir! With me! Yes, sir!

No civilians.

What the fuck?

What is it?

The outer marker beeper.

It isn't beeping, it's talking.

Attention all aircraft in dullest
landing pattern. This is Chief Engineer

Barnes. I have been authorized to brief
you in full.

This time this is the only channel
available to us there is a situation

Approximately two hours ago

Yo, Mark.

Hey, you interested in a nice coat?

Doesn't have to look good on me anyway.
Come here.

Listen, you got to get me up to the
pilot's briefing room. They're having a

little soiree up there, and I got to
hear what they're saying. I got to put a

fucking glass up to the door. Now, which
one of these maps gets me down there?

Don't touch it. Don't touch it. Find the
map, Marvin. I'll find it. You'll mess

up my whole damn filing system here.
Let's see. Pilot's briefing room. I

that's in the main terminal.

So would that be under P for pilot's
briefing room? Now, Marvin. Or maybe it

would be under N for miscellaneous.

What's the matter?

Gentlemen, tonight the pattern ends.

The dominoes will fall no more and the
ramparts will remain upright.

Sir, General Esperanza's plane just came
on the scope.

Attention,

Dulles Tower.

We will be lighting up a runway.

Do not repeat. Do not attempt to land
any planes.

Remember, we're monitoring you.

What do we do?

Obey.

Dulles Tower to Foxtrot Michael 1.

Dulles Tower to Foxtrot Michael 1.

This is Foxtrot Michael 1, Dallas. We
read you over.

Foxtrot Michael 1, you are to come in on
runway 15.

Repeat, 15.

I found it on the

floor by the coat next to the luggage
belt. What the hell are you so excited

about that for?

Code's still punched into this one.

You like it, huh?

How about you give me 20 bucks for it?

What, I let you live?

Man knows how to bark.

This is contrary to our instructions.

We are to land at runway 1 -0.

But we are to be met by representatives
of your Justice Department.

Captain, please tell the tower you will
proceed as ordered.

Roger, Dulles.

Proceeding to runway 1 -5.

Fox,

drop Michael 1. Come in, please.

What are you going to do now?

You're going to shoot me?

So who will fight the plane?

Don't worry about it.

It's not your problem.

Michael One, do you copy?

Foxtrot, Michael One, come in, please.

Good lift.

Go ahead, Falcon.

I've lost cabin pressure.

Near zero visibility.

I must drop out of this weather and land
now on the first accessible runway.

Repeat. I've lost cabin pressure. Near
zero visibility.

I must drop out of the storm.

I can land, but I must land now on the
first outgoing runway.

Repeat. I cannot circle around to runway
15.

Make your deal, Marvin.

Show me a shortcut out to those runways
and I'll get you a liner for that coat.

Repeat. I cannot circle around to runway
15.

Shit.

Stand by, Falcon.

Here, sir. It's coming in from the
ocean, sir.

That boat has damaged my instrument.

I'm not sure of my bearing. I must make
a visual landing in business.

Do you copy, Eagle -Ness?

Roger, Falcon.

Wake up your fucking mind.

We are just up to our ass in terrorist
again, Jack.

All right.

I gotta go smoke a cigarette.

Thank you for telling me, goodness.

But if you could show it to me as well.

Roger, Falcon.

We copy. We'll have you in five minutes.

Right. So we'll have you in five
minutes.

Let's go back.

Freedom. Not yet.

You're supposed to stay in your seat
until the plane reaches the terminal.

No frequent flyer mileage for you.

Who are you?

A cop.

A cop?

Yeah, one of the good guys.

If you're one of the bad guys, and now
that I got your sorry ass, I'm gonna

trade it for my wife.

Where'd he go?

In there.

I don't believe this.

Two months of planning.

And you can't anticipate one pendek of a
cop. Come on, General. Where the hell

is Colonel Stewart?

General! I'm all right.

He said he was a policeman.

I thought you had this place secured.

He went in the cockpit.

He's going to hell.

McClane!

I assume it's you, McClane.

You're quite a little soldier.

You can consider this a military
funeral.

How many grenades we got? Three each!

Use them!

You lucky fuck.

Fire truck, sir.

Fall back to the church. Now!

Where's the fucking door?

You're getting a little nervous back
there. In fact, so am I.

We're right over Washington. See if we
can get any TV. That'll settle him down.

Works for me, huh?

Writing your acceptance speech for the
Video Sleaze Award.

Tribe Pulitzer. Ladies and gentlemen,
while waiting to land, our cabinet

are turning on local Washington
broadcasting.

The sound is on channel three.

Please, sir, we may land at any moment.

You take your seat. I'm going to be
sick. Excuse me, I'm going to be sick.

the seatbelt light is on.

Moron.

Yes, this is Richard Thornburg. Put me
through to Ruben in the newsroom.

He's about to go live. I know he's about
to go on. That's why I need him.

You'll have to hold on. Put me through,
Celia, or start typing your resume.

Esperanza's down.

Well, he's hurt.

He took a round in his shoulder.

Unless they got one more of their guys,
that's six they lost altogether.

Well, maybe if we knew how many they had
to start with, we could get excited.

But if they got 50 guys, it's a little
early to break out the champagne.

Now, we appreciate your effort, McClane,
but we don't need a loose cannon on

this deck.

What if they decide to crash another
plane in retaliation for your little

huh? They can't do that anymore, right,
Barnes?

Besides, if I grabbed Esperanza, this
would all be over by now.

Well, maybe they're just a little bit
more creative than you think. Well, at

least I'm thinking, God damn it! Listen,
you wise -ass.

We're here to jerk off that cocksucker
until he tries to take off.

Period! Now, you're the wrong guy in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

Story of my life.

Major, Pentagon Situation Room, sir.

Pentagon. I'll take it in here.

Thank you, Talbot. You men come with me.

McClain. Yeah, Barnes.

You said those guys showed up out there
right away? Yeah.

So that must mean they're on the field
or close.

And I think I know where.

Come here. Let me show you something.

These are the old plans when the longer
runways went in. That's 12 years ago.

Looks like they've done some
modifications on site. Moved track on,

all the underground stuff so they could
handle drainage.

If I'm right, all of it would run right
along the airport property and go right

past this neighborhood.

Somebody ought to get their ass kicked

for this mess, that's for sure.

Well, unfortunately, there really isn't
anyone we can blame for the weather.

Oh, yeah? What about that porker,
Willard Scott?

Should have taken the bus.

At least they can pull over for food and
gas.

Excuse me.

Yes.

I was just wondering, this flight
originally was supposed to be five and a

hours, right?

Mm -hmm. Do we have enough fuel to keep
circling like this?

Oh, of course. They anticipate little
problems like this.

Lawrence, we looked at 12 fucking houses
and we're nowhere.

This is our last possibility.

Over here, there's an old church. Let's
go.

There's the church over there.

Could be a sentry.

And he could just be out for a walk.

And why is he going over his own
footsteps?

Come on.

All right.

Just stay here and get ready to call the
Marines.

I thought they were the Army.

Who gives a fuck?

Be ready.

It's Barnes.

Barnes, where the hell did you go?
Where's McClane? He's with me. We're at

Highland Lake Community Church on the
west side of the airport.

You're where?

God damn it, you crazy idiot. This must
be their base of operations.

Shut up and get your ass over here. Move
it.

Code red.

Sitrep.

We've got positive ID on Stewart's
location.

Let's move.

Yo.

Our escape plan will be ready within 30
minutes, General.

There are no more surprises.

Gentlemen, we have a situation here.

Ah! Ah!

Jeez, McClane, you all right? You want a
medic?

McClane, what the hell you think you're
doing out there? I blame John Wayne.

How'd you like to spend the rest of the
night in his cell?

Lorenzo, shut the fuck up and do
something useful. Go see him off the

Hey, you can't talk to me like that. Oh,
no, Carmine?

Sergeant, get this bureaucrat out of Mr.

McClane's face, now.

With pleasure, sir.

Major.

The men are in position, sir.

Close up the back, then we go in. Fire
only on my order. Roger that, sir.

Guess I was wrong about you.

You're not such an asshole after all.

No, you were right.

I'm just your kind of asshole.

Cover! Sit back!

Army special forces on three sides,
closing in fast around the back. Another

problem, Colonel?

No problem, General.

Gentlemen, you know what to do.

They're pulling out!

Watch at the back!

Move it!

Albert, your men are on the back.

This equipment, it could land our plane.

Don't touch anything.

There were tripwires outside. They could
have booby -trapped it.

Got one here, too. Looks like C4 in the
motherfucker's arms.

Clear the area. Everybody, now!

Get out of here!

They booby -trapped all the equipment.

Seal off the building.

Shit.

Hey!

Where the fuck is McClane?

So much for the element of chance.

Move out.

Attention, tower.

Attention, Dulles Tower.

This is Colonel Stewart.

Is our plane prepared?

It is. It's in hangar 11. It's the most
remote building we've got.

We're on our way.

Have a ground crew there to confirm the
condition of the plane.

Do you believe the balls on this son of
a bitch?

Colonel, you're quite capable of
confirming it yourself.

Now, please, don't ask us to gift wrap
potential hostages for you. Major Grant,

isn't it?

Check out your own fucking plane.

We move out in five minutes.

Black jackets for everybody.

Body armor for the assault team.

Night scopes for the snipers.

We will take them in the hangar, and I
will pull that detonator out of Stuart's

dead fucking hand myself.

Lorenzo, take all your men back to the
airport. Seal off every exit. In case

of them tries to slip past, just break
out onto the ground.

You got it.

All right.

Here we go.

Dick, this is nuts. Every station in
town has people out at the airport, and

none of them has heard even a whisper of
this shit you're running down. Well,

none of them is me. You want proof?

Try this.

Repeat. Terrorists have murdered
civilians and cut off the two systems

allow you to land.

A special U .S. Army unit is already
here and preparing to take out the

terrorists. I want you to go live now.

Publicity shot whatever. Connie's got
one in a map. Steal one from Weather.

We're on it. We're on it. We're cutting
in five minutes.

I told the affiliates if they want in,
they got three minutes to shot.

Let's do this.

Network, here I come.

Hey, Telford, what was your chicken shit
outfit doing while we were taking

Grenada?

Grenada.

Five minutes of firefight, five weeks
for circus.

I wish I was with you guys for that.

Yeah, me too, kid.

Really, sir?

Sure.

We wouldn't have to do this.

Eagle

Nest,

this is Hatchling.

On schedule and in position.

Roger Hatchling, we are secure here.

You have a green light.

I repeat, a green light.

Jesus, officer, where'd you come from?
Pearl Harbor?

All right, let's clear it out, please.

This is a special bulletin from WZDC
News. There was a plane crash earlier

evening at Dulles where other aircraft
continue to circle with no explanation

from airport or FAA officials.

And now with an exclusive WZDC report,
here's Dick Thornburg reporting from the

skies over Washington.

One of the thousand people who has been
circling our nation's capital under the

assumption that whatever problem was
going on far below was a normal one.

But the truth is far from normal. The
truth is terrifying.

This is a recording of a conversation
between Dulles Tower and a captive

aircraft overhead.

Stewart's got some explosives on the
equipment in the church rigged with a

remote. Grant's boys are going to kill
that son of a bitch and get it from him.

They're not going to do that. They're
going to get on the same goddamn plane

with him and take off with him. Get the
fuck out of here. When the army can't do

it, he must have loaded that unit with
his own men. Are you nuts? That

firefighter's out. It's a side show to
jerk us off. Find some time.

McClane, you are completely around the
fucking bend. You know that? And you

what else? You're under arrest, you
motherfucker.

Here's your bullets. They're used out
there tonight.

Blanks!

Jesus Christ.

This is Chief Lorenzo.

I want every officer recalled and
assembled in body armor and full

the motor pool in five minutes.

It's time to kick ass.

Just like you on TV.

Since then, this reporter has learned
that the terrorists have virtual control

of the entire airport.

A fact that the authorities have
expressed.

The terrorists promise more bloodshed
unless their demands are met. And now

the Special Army commandos have arrived
at the airport, the likelihood of a full

-scale and deadly battle is dangerously
close.

That stupid, arrogant son of a bitch is
all over the airport.

And unfortunately, they may not be the
last.

The horrifying fact is that no one is
safe.

Either in the planes above Dulles or in
the terminal below.

The threat of a new and higher body
count at the airport hangs over the

everyone. And the holiday season of
peace and love...

Courage on hangar 11.

All sides.

Discard McClane. Get in.

When the city blues show up with their
back up, they'll pick up the pieces now.

Move out.

McClane, say hi to my brother, Vito.

Merry Christmas.

Hi.

Hey! Coleman!

Sam! Sam Coleman!

Hey, Coleman!

Hi! Coleman!

But at least the truth is not among the
hostages, because I, Richard

Thornburg, just happened to be here to
put his life and talent...

On the line for humanity and country,
and if this should be my final

broadcast... Amen to that, Dick.

Dick!

We're live, Dick.

Where are you now?

Dick?

Truck light's approaching, sir. They're
here, right on schedule.

The hangar door. Open it.

Clockwork.

Please, you give me the story and I'll
have your baby.

Not the kind of ride I'm looking for.

Colonel, if I may say so, you are some
piece of work.

Thank you, Major.

You're not so bad yourself.

Congratulations on your escape, sir.
Thank you, Major.

Maybe you should save them until we're
all safe.

Sir. My congratulations, gentlemen.

You've won a victory for our way of
life, my pride, my admiration, and a

-ass vacation.

Now get on board.

What, a cowboy ride too rough? I don't
like to fly.

Then what are you doing here? I don't
like to lose either.

I

don't

know about you guys, but I've seen
enough fucking snow to last me a

You don't get much of that in the
tropics, Major.

Well, you gentlemen, we import it.

Shit, they left the hangar.

Right there, right there. Get that.

All right, now what?

Get in front of them. Take it down.
Block their path so they can't get out

there. I'm not playing chicken with a
200 -ton plane.

I'm crazy, ma 'am, but I ain't that
crazy. Forget it. Douglas, this is

140. Request clearance on first
available runway. Repeat, request

clearance. I know you're not going to
answer me, but you damn well better

listen. We're down to fumes and we have
to land. And in five minutes, we're

coming in. One way or another.

God damn it, that's my white plane. Take
it fucking down.

I'm not getting in front of that plane.

All right, how about getting over top of
it?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the
captain. Your attention.

We have no choice but to attempt an
emergency landing.

Please fasten your seatbelts and assume
crash position as instructed by your

cabin attendant.

Let's have the emergency check.

Attention, all air traffic on this
frequency in Dulles area is at northeast

We're going to attempt an emergency
landing.

Be advised.

Easy boys, get me in low.

Are you going out on the wing of this
plane?

There.

Mierda. What?

There's something wrong.

The ailerons can't take off.

Nico de puta.

McClane again.

Son of a bitch!

I'll do him.

This time do it right. You just get up
in the air, General.

You're the only man who can do it. Don't
shoot.

That wing is full of fuel.

Yippee ki -yay, motherfucker.

It's a fucking lightning light.

Okay. I see it. I see it.

They can all do that. Let's tell them.

They already know.

You can walk away from it. It's a good
one. That's great.

Oh, baby.

I was never going to see you again.

That's what I thought about you.

I love you so much.

They told me they were terrorists at the
airport.

Yeah, I heard that too.

Yep, it sure is.

I love you so much.

John, why does this keep happening to
us?

Let's go home.

Somebody help me, please.

Oh, honey, help me up here, please.

Asshole!

Hey, officer!

Hey, come on! Come on! Hey, hop on in
there! Get your missus in!

What do you say, Ma?

And since there's no place to go, let it
snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn't show signs of stopping.

And I brought some corn for popping.

The lights are turned way down low.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss goodnight.

Oh, I hate going out in the storm.

me time.

All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying.

And my dear, we're still goodbying.

But as long as you love me so, let it
snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss goodnight.

Oh, I hate going out in the storm.

But if you really

All the way home I'll be warm The fire
is slowly

dying And my dear, we're still goodbying
But as long as

you love me so Let it snow, let it snow,
let it snow

It doesn't show signs of stopping And I
brought some corn

for popping

The lights are turned way down low.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss goodnight.

Oh, I hate going out in the storm.

But if you really hold me tight.

All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying.

And my dear, we're still goodbying.

me so.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,
when we finally kiss goodnight.

Oh, I hate going out in the storm, but
if you really hold me tight,

all the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying, and my dear,
we're still goodbying.

Let us know.

Let us know.