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Die Hard (1988) Movie Script

    You don't like flying, do you?
    What gives you that idea?
    You want to know the secret
    to surviving air travel?
    After you get where you're going,
    take off your shoes and socks.
    Then you walk around on the rug barefoot
    and make fists with your toes.
    Fists with your toes?
    I know. It sounds crazy.
    Trust me.
    I've been doing it for nine years.
    Yes, sir! Better than a shower
    and a hot cup of coffee.
    OK.
    It's OK. I'm a cop.
    Trust me.
    I've been doing this for 11 years.
    [stewardess] On behalf
    of the captain and the crew,...
    ..I'd like to welcome you
    to Los Angeles.
    Have a very merry Christmas.
    [PA] Flight 247 to Tucson
    now boarding at gate 14.
    Flight 247 to Tucson
    now boarding at gate 14.
    [chamber music]
    [Japanese]
    How do you do?
    Ladies and gentlemen,...
    Ladies and gentlemen!
    I want to congratulate
    each and every one of you...
    ..for making this
    one of the greatest years...
    ..in the history
    of the Nakatomi Corporation.
    [applause and cheering]
    On behalf of the Chief
    Executive Officer, Mr Ozu,...
    ..and the Board of Directors,...
    ..we thank you one and all...
    ..and wish you a merry Christmas
    and a happy New Year!
    [crowd] Merry Christmas!
    Happy New Year!
    Hey, Holly.
    What about dinner tonight?
    Harry, it's Christmas Eve.
    Families, stockings,...
    Chestnuts?
    Rudolph and Frosty?
    Any of these things ring a bell?
    Actually, I was thinking more of...
    ..mulled wine, a nice aged Brie...
    ..and a roaring fireplace.
    You know what I'm saying?
    Ginny, it's 5.40. Go join the party.
    Have some champagne.
    You're making me feel
    like Ebenezer Scrooge.
    Thanks. Do you think the baby
    can handle a little sip?
    That baby's ready to tend bar.
    Last chance.
    Bye.
    [telephone]
    McClane residence.
    Lucy McClane speaking.
    Hello, Lucy McClane.
    This is your mother speaking.
    Mommy!
    When are you coming home?
    Pretty soon.
    You'll be in bed
    when I get there, though.
    Let me talk to Paulina, OK, hon?
    And no snooping around the house
    looking for presents.
    Is Daddy coming home with you?
    Well, we'll see what...
    ..Santa and Mommy can do, OK?
    Put Paulina on. Bye, honey.
    Paulina!
    Hola, Mrs Holly.
    Um, did Mr McClane call?
    No, Mrs Holly. No telefono.
    He probably didn't have time
    before his flight.
    It might be a good idea
    to make up the spare bedroom...
    ..just in case.
    Si, Mrs Holly. I do that already.
    What would I do without you, Paulina?
    [woman squeals]
    California!
    Hey, I'm John McClane.
    Argyle.
    I'm your limo driver.
    Nice bear.
    OK... Argyle.
    What do we do now?
    I was, uh, hoping you could tell me.
    It's my first time driving a limo.
    That's OK.
    It's my first time riding in one.
    Relax.
    We got everything in this mug, man.
    Look at this... CD, CB, TV,...
    ..telephone, full bar, VHS.
    If your friend's hot to trot,...
    ..I know a few mama bears
    we can hook up with.
    Or is he married?
    He's married.
    OK.
    Sorry about that.
    It's the girl's day off.
    I didn't know
    you were gonna sit up front.
    Your lady live out here?
    About the past six months.
    Meaning you still live in New York?
    You always ask
    this many questions, Argyle?
    Sorry. I used to drive a cab
    and people would expect a little chitchat.
    - So, you divorced?
    - Just drive the car, man.
    Hey, come on. You divorced?
    You separated? She beat you up!?
    She had a good job.
    It turned into a great career.
    - That meant she had to move here.
    - You're very fast, Argyle.
    So, why didn't you come?
    Well?
    Why didn't you come with her?
    Because I'm a New York cop.
    I got a backlog of New York scumbags
    I'm still trying to put behind bars.
    I can't just go that easy.
    You thought she wasn't
    gonna make it out here...
    ..and she'd come crawling back to you
    so why bother to pack, right?
    Like I said, you're very fast, Argyle.
    Mind if we hear some tunes?
    [rap music]
    Hey, that'll work.
    Don't you got any Christmas music?
    This is Christmas music.
    [Run DMC] # It was December 24th
    on Hollis Ave. after dark #
    # When I seen the man chillin'
    with his dog in the park #
    # I approached them very slowly
    with my heart full of fear #
    # Looked at his dog...
    oh, my God, a ill reindeer #
    # But then I was illin'
    'cause the man had a beard #
    # And a bag full of goodies.
    # So I turned my head a second,
    and the man was gone #
    # But he must have dropped his wallet
    smack dead on the lawn #
    # I picked the wallet up,
    and then I took a pause #
    # Took out the licence,
    and it cold said Santa Claus #
    # A million dollars in it,
    cold hundreds and Gs... #
    So your lady sees you,
    you run into each other's arms,...
    ..the music comes up
    and you live happily ever after, right?
    I can live with that.
    So, if it doesn't work out,
    you got a place to stay?
    I'll find a place.
    I tell you what...
    I'll wait in the parking garage. You score,
    give me a call on the car phone.
    I'll take your bags to the desk.
    You strike out, I'll get you a hotel.
    - You're all right, Argyle.
    - Remember that when you sign for the tip.
    - Hi.
    - Good evening.
    I'm here to see Holly McClane.
    Just type it in there.
    Cute toy.
    Yeah, if you have to take a leak,
    it'll even help you find your zipper.
    Christ.
    - Thirtieth floor?
    - The party.
    They're the only ones
    left in the building.
    Take the express elevator.
    Get off where you hear the noise.
    Thanks.
    [whistling] # Jingle Bells #
    - Champagne, sir?
    - Yeah, thanks.
    Oh, I'm sorry.
    Hey! Merry Christmas!
    Jesus.
    Fuckin' California!
    [woman] I couldn't agree with you more.
    Why don't I talk to him right now?
    Hi. I'm looking for...
    - Holly Gennero.
    - Yeah.
    Then you must be John McClane.
    Joe Takagi.
    How was your ride in?
    Nice. I have you to thank for that?
    Seemed the least we could do.
    - Quite a place you have here.
    - It will be if we ever get it finished.
    Still several floors under construction.
    Holly went to fax some documents.
    She should be back any minute.
    In the meanwhile,
    her office is back here.
    Ellis?
    [sniffing] I was just making a call.
    This was the nearest phone.
    I want you to meet John McClane,...
    ..Holly's husband.
    Holly's policeman.
    Ellis is in charge
    of international development.
    Heard a lot about you.
    You missed some.
    [Ellis sniffs]
    Can I get you anything?
    Food? Cake?
    Some watered-down champagne?
    No, thank you. I'm fine.
    You throw quite a party.
    I didn't realise they celebrated
    Christmas in Japan.
    We're flexible.
    Pearl Harbor didn't work out,
    so we got you with tape decks.
    [exaggerated laugh]
    It's sort of a double celebration.
    We closed a pretty big deal today...
    ..and a lot of it was due
    to Holly. Right, Joe?
    [Holly] I'll be out
    in a couple of minutes.
    John.
    Have you met everyone?
    We've been sticking him with spears.
    Of course he has.
    She was made for the business.
    Tough as nails.
    I was hoping you made that flight.
    Show him the watch.
    Later.
    Show him. Are you embarrassed?
    It's just a small token of appreciation...
    ..for all her hard work. It's a Rolex.
    I'm sure I'll see it later.
    Is there a place
    where I could wash up?
    Sure.
    You have to forgive Ellis.
    He gets very depressed
    this time of year.
    He thought he was
    God's greatest gift, you know?
    I know the type.
    I think he's got his eye on you.
    That's OK. I have my eye
    on his private bathroom.
    Where are you staying?
    Things happened so fast...
    ..I didn't get a chance
    to ask you on the phone.
    Cappy Roberts retired out here.
    Oh, yeah?
    He said I could bunk with him.
    Cappy retired, huh?
    Where's he live?
    - Romona.
    - Ha! Pomona.
    - Huh?
    - Pomona.
    - Pomona.
    - Yeah.
    You'll be in the car half the time.
    Why don't we make it easy?
    I have a spare bedroom.
    It's not huge or anything, but...
    ..the kids would love to have you
    at the house.
    They would, huh?
    I would, too.
    [woman] Ha ha! Ooh!
    Sorry.
    I missed you.
    Didn't miss my name, though, huh?
    Except maybe
    when you're signing cheques?
    Since when did you start using
    Ms Gennero?
    This is a Japanese company.
    They figure a married woman's...
    You are a married woman.
    This conversation again?
    We did this in July.
    We never finished this conversation.
    I had an opportunity. I had to take it.
    No matter what it did to our marriage.
    It only changed your idea
    of our marriage.
    You have no clue what my idea...
    I know exactly what your idea
    of our marriage should be.
    [knocking] Ms Gennero, I...
    Excuse me.
    Hi.
    Um, Mr Takagi is looking for you.
    He wants you to say something
    to the troops.
    Thank you.
    Speech time.
    Be back in a few minutes.
    That was great, John.
    Good job. Very mature.
    So Kareem rebounds.
    Feeds Worthy on the break,
    over to AC, to Magic,...
    ..then back to Worthy.
    Boom! Two points.
    We're in.
    [humming]
    [beep]
    Links...
    ..rechts...
    ..und wieder links.
    Son of a bitch.
    Ha ha!
    Fists with your toes.
    Yeah, Argyle?
    [Argyle] How's it going?
    All right. Where are you?
    Down at the garage.
    What's with you and your lady?
    The vote's not in yet.
    - Hey, Bruder.
    - Moment.
    Nein! Nein! Nein!
    Argyle?
    Mac, you there? Hello?
    [R&B music playing]
    You know the number. Use it.
    [machine gun fire]
    [screams]
    [machine gun fire]
    [woman screaming]
    [speaking German]
    [gunshots]
    [speaking German]
    [crowd screaming]
    [machine gun fire]
    Stay calm.
    Everything's going to be fine.
    Everything's going to be fine.
    Shit!
    Think.
    Think.
    [crowd screaming]
    Ladies and gentlemen.
    Ladies and gentlemen.
    [crowd quietens]
    Due to the Nakatomi Corporation's
    legacy of greed around the globe...
    ..they're about to be taught a lesson
    in the real use of power.
    You will be witnesses.
    Now...
    ..where is Mr Takagi?
    Joseph Yashinobo Takagi,...
    ..born Kyoto, 1937...
    [Whispering] (Don't move)
    Family emigrated to San Pedro,
    California, 1939,...
    ..interned at Manzanar, 1942 to '43,...
    ..scholarship student,
    University of California,...
    ..1955.
    Law degree, Stanford, 1962.
    MBA, Harvard, 1970.
    President, Nakatomi Trading.
    Vice Chairman,
    Nakatomi Investment Group...
    Enough.
    And father...
    ..of five.
    I am Takagi.
    How do you do?
    It's a pleasure to meet you.
    OK, 32... construction,
    [humming] # Beethoven's Ode to Joy #
    Nice suit.
    John Phillips, London.
    I have two myself.
    Rumour has it
    Arafat buys his there.
    [speaking Italian]
    - This way?
    - On the left.
    [humming]
    "And when Alexander saw
    the breadth of his domain..."
    "..he wept, for there were
    no more worlds to conquer."
    [chuckles]
    The benefits of a classical education.
    Ohh, that's beautiful.
    I always enjoyed to make models
    when I was a boy.
    The exactness, the attention
    to every conceivable detail.
    It's beautiful.
    Is this what this is all about?
    Our project in Indonesia?
    Contrary to what you people may think,...
    ..we're going to develop
    that region, not exploit it.
    I believe you.
    I read the article in "Forbes".
    Mr Takagi...
    I could talk about industrialisation
    and men's fashions all day...
    ..but I'm afraid work must intrude...
    ..and my associate here
    has some questions for you.
    Sort of fill-in-the-blanks questions,
    actually.
    [beeping]
    I don't have that code.
    You broke in here
    to access our computer?
    Any information you could get...
    ..when they wake up in Tokyo,
    they'll change it.
    You won't be able to blackmail
    our executives...
    Sit... down!
    Mr Takagi, I'm really not
    interested in your computer.
    But I need the code key...
    ..because I am interested
    in the $640 million...
    ..in negotiable bearer bonds
    that you have locked in your vault...
    ..and the computer
    controls the vault.
    You want money?
    What kind of terrorists are you?
    Who said we were terrorists?
    The bonds represent, at most...
    ..10 days' operating capital
    for your parent organisation.
    It's really no more
    than a temporary inconvenience.
    Now...
    ..the code, please.
    It's useless to you.
    There are seven safeguards on our vault
    and the code key's only one of them.
    You'll never get it open.
    Then there's no reason
    not to tell it to us.
    - I told you.
    - It's not over yet.
    It's a very nice suit, Mr Takagi.
    It would be a shame to ruin it.
    I'm going to count to three.
    There will not be a four.
    Give me the code.
    One,...
    ..two,...
    - ..three,...
    - I don't know it.
    Get on a jet to Tokyo
    and ask the chairman.
    You're just gonna have to kill me.
    OK.
    We do it the hard way.
    Tony, see if you can dispose of that.
    Karl, you better check on Heinrich's work
    up on the machine floor.
    [bumps head]
    Nothing.
    See to Heinrich.
    Now...
    ..you can break the code?
    You didn't bring me
    for my charming personality.
    Argyle, tell me you heard the shots.
    You're calling the police right now.
    [loud music playing]
    Of course I'm still coming by later.
    Sweetheart, have I ever lied to you?
    My boss? He thinks
    I'm on my way to Vegas.
    Uli, get up on the pipes.
    Marco, you go through here.
    I'll throw you the cord.
    Hans, we're on the roof.
    Here.
    Uli.
    ..two hours, two and a half hours
    for the five mechanicals, at the minimum.
    The 7th lock, however,
    is out of my hands.
    I'm sorry?
    The 7th lock...
    the electromagnetic seal.
    You do understand the circuits
    cannot be cut locally?
    Trust me.
    Why the fuck
    didn't you stop him, John?
    'Cause then you'd be dead, too,
    asshole.
    Think, goddamn it! Think!
    [beeping]
    We've got a fire alarm.
    Call 911.
    Give them the guard's name
    and cancel the alarm.
    Then disable the sys...
    Eddie, on what floor
    did the alarm go off?
    Shall we go?
    Nein.
    [sirens]
    Yes.
    Hello, baby.
    Come to Papa. Come on.
    Ah ha ha ha!
    Come on, baby.
    Come on, baby.
    Come on, baby. Come to Papa.
    I'll kiss your fuckin' Dalmatian.
    You stupid motherfuckers!
    No! No!
    Turn the fuckin' truck around!
    [elevator bell dings]
    The fire has been called off, my friend.
    No-one is coming to help you.
    You might as well come out
    and join the others.
    I promise I won't hurt you.
    [whirring]
    [whirring slows]
    Drop it, dickhead. It's the police.
    You won't hurt me.
    Yeah? Why not?
    Because you're a policeman.
    There are rules for policemen.
    Yeah, that's what my captain
    keeps telling me.
    Bet your ass I wish to proceed.
    [whirring]
    Nine million terrorists in the world...
    ..and I got to kill one with feet
    smaller than my sister.
    I wanted this to be professional,...
    ..efficient, adult, cooperative.
    Not a lot to ask.
    Alas, your Mr Takagi
    did not see it that way...
    ..so he won't be joining us
    for the rest of his life.
    We can go any way you want it.
    You can walk out of here
    or be carried out...
    ..but have no illusions...
    we are in charge.
    So... decide now, each of you...
    ..and please remember...
    ..we have left nothing to chance.
    It's Tony!
    Get them back!
    "Now I have a machine gun."
    "Ho... ho... ho."
    A security guard we missed?
    They're usually tired old policemen.
    No, this is something else.
    [Hans speaking German]
    We have to do something, Hans.
    Yes, we do.
    Tell Karl his brother is dead.
    Tell him to come down.
    Karl... komm sofort.
    [Hans] Franco, Fritz,
    take the body upstairs...
    ..and out of sight.
    I don't want the hostages
    to think too much.
    [Fritz] Komm sofort. Schnell.
    I want blood!
    You'll have it, but let
    Heinrich plant the detonators...
    ..and Theo prepare the vault.
    After we call the police,...
    ..you can tear the building apart
    looking for this man...
    ..but until then,
    do not alter the plan!
    And if he alters it?
    [Ellis] What do you think?
    Something's wrong.
    Cops?
    - John.
    - John?
    [Ellis] He can fuck
    this whole thing up.
    What does he think he's doing?
    His job.
    Bullshit.
    His job's 3,000 miles away.
    Without him, we still have
    a chance to get out of here.
    Tell that to Takagi.
    Mayday, Mayday,
    anyone copying channel nine.
    Terrorists have seized
    the Nakatomibuilding...
    ..and are holding
    at least 30 people hostage.
    I repeat.
    Unknown number of terrorists...
    ..six or more
    armed with automatic weapons...
    ..at Nakatomi Plaza,...
    ..Century City.
    Where's the best place to transmit?
    The roof!
    Go! Go!
    [woman] It's the same address
    as that fire signal.
    [2nd woman] I'll handle it.
    Attention, whoever you are,...
    ..this channel is reserved
    for emergency calls only.
    (McClane)No fucking shit, lady!
    Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza?
    No-one kills him but me.
    They have already killed one hostage.
    They are fortifying their positions
    while you're jerkin' me off on the radio!
    Sir, I've already told you.
    This is a reserved channel.
    If this is an emergency call,
    dial 911 on your telephone.
    Otherwise, I'll report this
    as an FCC violation.
    Fine! Report me!
    Come the fuck down here and arrest me!
    Just send the police now!
    [gunshots on radio]
    See if a black and white can drive by.
    [humming] # Let It Snow #
    Thought you guys just ate doughnuts.
    - They're for my wife.
    - Yeah.
    - She's pregnant.
    - Yeah.
    Bag it.
    Big time.
    Thanks.
    [radio]
    Dispatch to 8-Lincoln-30. Over.
    This is 8-Lincoln-30.
    Investigate a code two
    at Nakatomi Plaza, Century City.
    I'm on my way.
    Girls.
    [speaking German]
    Shit! Where the fuck is it?
    [crash]
    Oh, my God.
    [speaking German]
    He's in the elevator shaft.
    Perfect.
    The elevators are locked off.
    He can't escape.
    Just shut him in
    and come back down.
    Oh, fuck.
    Karl, the police are probably
    on their way...
    ..already.
    Karl?
    Christ.
    I can stall them,
    but not if they hear gunshots.
    If you lock him in,
    he'll be neutralised...
    [clanging]
    "Come out to the coast!"
    "We'll get together,
    have a few laughs."
    Now I know
    what a TV dinner feels like.
    Such!
    [rattling]
    Karl, komm! Die polizei!
    Karl, die polizei!
    Well, it's about time.
    No signs of disturbance, Dispatch.
    [Dispatch]
    Roger. Possible crank call.
    Check the area again and confirm.
    Who's driving this car,
    Stevie Wonder?
    I do see a guard inside.
    I'm gonna go in for a closer look.
    [Dispatch] Use caution.
    Eddie?
    I had a feelin' you'd be calling.
    Evenin', officer.
    What can I do for you?
    [speaking German]
    We had that false alarm.
    You ask me, that goddamn
    computer sent you...
    ..on another wild-goose chase.
    They been chasing bugs in this system
    ever since they installed it.
    [TV] ..Notre Dame on top of USC.
    Aw, shit!
    I got 50 bucks bet on them assholes.
    Come on, come on,
    where's the fucking cavalry?
    [speaking German]
    [TV] ..was good for 52 yards.
    Mind if I look around?
    Help yourself.
    [TV] 27 seconds left in this first period.
    Seven to nothing, Notre Dame.
    The Irish driving 74 yards
    in eight plays...
    I'll put this fuckin'...
    Freeze, motherfucker! Drop it!
    Don't shoot!
    - Put the gun down!
    - OK! Don't shoot!
    Drop that fuckin' gun!
    Marco, down!
    [shouting in Italian]
    Ah, to hell with this!
    [shouting]
    You are done!
    No more table!
    Where are you going, pal?
    Next time you have a chance
    to kill someone,...
    ..don't hesitate.
    Thanks for the advice.
    - Sorry to waste your time.
    - No problem at all.
    - Merry Christmas.
    - Merry Christmas to you.
    # Oh, the weather outside is frightful #
    # Dum de dum delightful #
    Oh, for the love...
    [Dispatch] Go ahead.
    A wild-goose chase
    over here at Nakatomi Plaza.
    Everything here's OK. Over.
    # But nobody has no place to go #
    # Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #
    Shit!
    Goddamn it! Jesus H Christ!
    Welcome to the party, pal!
    Goddamn it!
    [loud music] # Turn up the heat #
    # And it's getting ready to pop #
    [Powell] Get someone here now,
    goddamn it!
    Policeman under automatic
    rifle fire at Nakatomi!
    I need backup assistance now!
    Now, goddamn it! Now!
    Monica, I can get us a table.
    Wolfgang and I
    are very close friends.
    I interviewed him, for God's sake.
    [police radio] ..Nakatomi.
    Repeat.
    Officer needs assistance at...
    [Powell] I'm at Nakatomi Plaza.
    They're turning my car
    into Swiss cheese!
    I need backup assistance now!
    Now, goddamn it! Now!
    Never thought
    I'd love to hear that sound.
    All of you relax.
    This is a matter
    of inconvenient timing, that's all.
    Police action was inevitable...
    ..and, as it happens, necessary.
    So, let them fumble about outside
    and stay calm.
    This is simply the beginning.
    [static]
    I told you all I wanted
    radio silence until...
    I'm very sorry, Hans.
    I didn't get that message.
    Maybe you should have put it
    on the bulletin board.
    I figured since I waxed Tony
    and Marco and his friend here,...
    ..I figured you and Karl
    and Franco might be lonely...
    ..so I wanted to give you a call.
    [Karl] How does he know
    so much about us?
    That's very kind of you.
    I assume you are
    our mysterious party crasher.
    You are most troublesome...
    ..for a security guard.
    Eeeh! Sorry, Hans. Wrong guess.
    Would you like to go for double jeopardy
    where the scores can really change?
    Mm, these are very bad for you.
    Who are you, then?
    Just the fly in the ointment, Hans.
    The monkey in the wrench,...
    ..the pain in the ass.
    Whoa!
    Check on all the others.
    Don't use the radio.
    See if he's lying about Marco...
    ..and find out
    if anyone else is missing.
    Mr Mystery Guest,...
    ..are you still there?
    Yeah, I'm still here...
    ..unless you want to open
    the front door for me.
    No, I'm afraid not...
    ..but you have me at a loss.
    You know my name, but who are you?
    Just another American
    who saw too many movies as a child?
    Another orphan
    of a bankrupt culture...
    ..who thinks he's John Wayne,
    Rambo, Marshal Dillon?
    I was always partial
    to Roy Rogers, actually.
    I liked those sequined shirts.
    Do you really think you have
    a chance against us, Mr Cowboy?
    Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
    I'll beat everyone if I get a remote.
    [man] Sam, I don't have the new pages.
    Harvey, keep your pants on.
    Sam, I'm begging you.
    Simon's with the remote.
    I'll tell him to swing by.
    I won't sit on this!
    This is my story!
    I'm going out there!
    Look, Sam. Tell you what.
    You don't give me a truck,
    I'll steal a truck.
    [Harvey]
    Give us a break, Thornburg.
    Eat it, Harvey!
    ..four, three, two,...
    ..one.
    Harvey, we're on the air.
    Good evening.
    This is Harvey Johnson.
    And I'm Gail Wallens.
    This is Nightline News at 10.00.
    Our top stories
    on this Christmas Eve...
    Take truck number five.
    Get out of here.
    He wasn't lying about Marco.
    He's down on the street.
    The other man was Heinrich...
    ..and his bag is missing.
    He had the detonator.
    Theo.
    Theo.
    Yo!
    We may have some problems.
    How's our schedule?
    Three down, four to go.
    Then don't waste time...
    ..talking to me.
    This is Sergeant Al Powell...
    ..of the Los Angeles
    Police Department.
    If the person who radioed for help...
    ..can hear me on this channel,...
    ..acknowledge this transmission.
    I say again,...
    ..if the person who radioed
    for help can hear me,...
    ..acknowledge this transmission!
    I read you, pal.
    You the guy in the car?
    What's left of him.
    Can you identify yourself?
    Not now. Maybe later.
    Listen fast. This is a party line.
    The neighbours got itchy trigger fingers.
    All right, here's the deal.
    You got 30 or so hostages
    on the 30th floor.
    The leader's name is Hans.
    We have to find him and shut him up.
    He's telling them everything!
    Let him. I'm waiting for the FBI.
    He can waste
    as much time as he likes...
    ..but we must find the bag, Fritz.
    [McClane]
    They have a freakin' arsenal here.
    We must have the detonators.
    They got missiles, automatic weapons,...
    ..and enough plastic explosives
    to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger.
    They're down to nine now,
    counting the skydiver you met.
    These guys are mostly European...
    ..judging by their clothing labels and...
    ..cigarettes.
    They're well-financed and very slick.
    How do you know that?
    I've seen enough phoney IDs in my time...
    ..to recognise the ones they got
    must have cost a fortune.
    Add all that up. I don't know
    what the fuck it means...
    ..but you got
    some bad-ass perpetrators...
    ..and they're here to stay.
    I hear you, partner.
    LA's finest are on it,...
    ..so light 'em if you got 'em.
    Way ahead of you, partner.
    So what do I call you?
    Call me...
    ..Roy.
    Listen up, Roy,
    if you think of anything else...
    ..don't be shy, OK?
    In the meantime, find a safe place
    and let us do our job.
    They're all yours, Al.
    Who's talking to 'em?
    I am, sir.
    Sergeant Powell. Al Powell.
    Dwayne Robinson. What's the deal?
    What do these pricks want?
    If you mean the terrorists,...
    ..we haven't heard a peep from them.
    Who have you been talking to?
    We don't know.
    He won't give us his name.
    But he appears to be
    the one who phoned.
    He's killed one terrorist for sure
    and claims he capped off two others.
    He claims?
    Powell, has it occurred to you...
    ..he could be
    one of the terrorists pulling your chain...
    ..or some nutcase in there?
    I don't think so.
    In fact, I think he's a cop,...
    ..maybe not LAPD,
    But he's definitely a badge.
    - How do you know that?
    - A hunch... things he said...
    ..like being able to spot a phoney ID.
    Jesus Christ, Powell!
    He could be a fucking bartender
    for all we know!
    TV's here.
    Oh, shit.
    [horn honks]
    [officers shouting]
    I have a request.
    What idiot put you in charge?
    You did...
    ..when you murdered my boss.
    Now everybody's looking to me.
    Personally, I'd pass on the job.
    I don't enjoy being this close to you.
    Go on.
    We have a pregnant woman.
    Relax. She's not due
    for a couple weeks...
    ..but sitting on that rock
    isn't doing her back any good.
    So I'd like permission to move her
    to an office with a sofa.
    No, but I'll have a sofa
    brought out. Good enough?
    Good enough.
    And unless you like it messy,...
    ..start bringing us
    in groups to the bathroom.
    Yes. You're right.
    It will be done.
    Was there something else?
    No, thank you.
    Mr Takagi
    chose his people well, Mrs...?
    Gennero.
    Ms Gennero.
    We interrupt this programme
    for a special news bulletin.
    This is Richard Thornburg
    live from Century City.
    Tonight, Los Angeles has joined
    the sad and worldwide
    fraternity of cities
    whose only membership requirement
    is to suffer the anguish
    of international terrorism.
    Approximately two hours ago,
    an unidentified group of men
    seized control
    of the Nakatomibuilding,
    sealing off all entrances and exits.
    All telephone lines have been cut
    and the only communication
    now possible
    has been through the use
    of CB communicators
    which the group
    apparently brought with them.
    According to official sources,
    the perpetrators of this building siege...
    Unit five,
    hold your position in the main entrance.
    We got Charlie unit in position
    by the parking structure.
    Let me ask you something.
    Does this stairway
    go up to the escalator?
    Yeah.
    Tell them to go ahead.
    What's going on?
    What's it look like? We're going in.
    Going in? Man, that's crazy!
    There could be over 30 hostages
    in there for all we know.
    We don't know shit, Powell.
    If there's hostages, how come
    there were no ransom demands?
    If there's terrorists in there,
    where's their list of demands?
    All we know is that
    somebody shot your car up.
    It's probably the same silly son of a bitch
    you've been talking to on that radio.
    Excuse me, sir,
    but what about the body
    that fell out the window?
    Probably some stockbroker
    got depressed.
    We're ready, Chief.
    - Light 'em up. Let's go.
    - Hit your lights.
    - Blue units, go.
    - Lights on!
    Powell?
    Powell, you still with me, babe?
    What's going on?
    Yo, Al.
    I'm here, Roy,
    but I'm kind of busy right now.
    I'll talk to you later.
    Al, what's wrong?
    I'll talk to you later.
    If you are what I think you are,
    you'll know when to listen,
    shut up, and
    and when to pray.
    Jesus Christ!
    You're coming in, right?
    Christ, Powell,
    I told you what kind of people
    you're dealing with here.
    Let's load them up.
    They'll be coming.
    Everyone get ready.
    Theo, you are the eyes now.
    - Rivers.
    - Yo.
    Begin your reconnoitre.
    Let's go.
    Shit!
    Come on. Let's go.
    Ow! Jesus!
    All right, spread out.
    Shut up.
    Let's go.
    You macho assholes. No! No!
    Ahem... all right. Listen up, guys.
    'Twas the night before Christmas
    and all through the house
    not a creature was stirring, except
    the four assholes
    coming in the rear in standard
    two-by-two cover formation.
    We're all set.
    We're ready.
    Kick ass.
    Go!
    Right. Let's do it.
    Take cover!
    They're shooting at 'em.
    It's panic fire.
    They can't see anything.
    They're shooting at the lights.
    They're going after the lights.
    Call them back.
    It's not happening.
    Mike, burn it.
    Don't be impatient.
    Just wound them.
    Get them back.
    They're sitting ducks without lights.
    They're almost in.
    Send in the car.
    Send in the car.
    Jesus Christ!
    Rivers, Rodriguez, report.
    Wait a minute.
    What have we here, gentlemen?
    The police have themselves an RV.
    Southeast corner.
    Oh, Jesus Christ.
    Get back! Get the fuck back!
    Get over there.
    Schnell! Schnell!
    Mach schnell!
    Weiter! Weiter! Weiter!
    Mach schnell! Mach schnell!
    Weiter!
    Mach los! Mach los!
    I see him!
    - Fire!
    - Clear!
    Oh, my God!
    The quarterback is toast!
    Hang on, Rivers. That's an order.
    Hit it again.
    All right, you motherfucker,
    you made your point!
    Let them pull back!
    Thank you, Mr Cowboy.
    I'll take it under advisement.
    Hit it
    again.
    Fire.
    Fuck me.
    Get them out of the car! They're burning!
    Fuck it.
    Mach schnell! Mach los!
    Let's see you take this
    under advisement, jerkweed.
    Geronimo, motherfucker.
    Oh, shit!
    They're using artillery on us!
    You idiot, it's not the police.
    It's him.
    Holy shit.
    My God!
    - Tell me you got that.
    - I got it.
    Eat your heart out, Channel Five.
    We've had an update
    on the terrorist takeover
    of the Nakatomibuilding.
    Sources say
    the terrorist leader, Hans,
    may be this man... Hans Gruber.
    A member of the radical
    West German Volksfreimovement.
    Strangely, the Volksfreileadership
    issued a communiqu an hour ago
    stating that Gruber had been
    expelled from that organisation.
    Al, do you copy?
    Are you all right?
    Yeah, I'm fine.
    W-what was that?
    Remember that plastic
    explosive I told you about?
    There you go.
    Is the building on fire?
    No, but it's gonna need a paintjob
    and a shitload of screen doors.
    Our spotter said you got two
    with that blast.
    - Is that him?
    - Yes, sir.
    I don't know who you think you are
    but you just destroyed a building.
    We do not want your help.
    Is that clear?
    We don't want your help.
    I've got 100 people down here,
    and they're covered with glass.
    Glass? Who gives a shit about glass?
    Who the fuck is this?
    This is Deputy Chief of Police
    Dwayne T Robinson
    and I am in charge of this situation.
    Oh, you're in charge?
    I got some bad news for you, Dwayne.
    From up here it doesn't look
    like you're in charge of shit.
    Listen to me, you little asshole...
    Asshole?
    I'm not the one
    who just got buttfucked
    on national TV, Dwayne.
    Ah ha ha!
    Listen to me, jerk-off,
    if you're not part of the solution,
    you're part of the problem.
    Quit being part of the problem
    and put the other guy back on!
    Hey, Roy, how you feeling?
    Pretty fucking unappreciated, Al.
    Hey, look. I love you.
    So do a lot of the other guys.
    So hang in there, man, you hear me?
    You hang in there.
    Yeah, thanks, partner.
    What are you doing?
    I'm tired of sitting here
    waiting to see
    who gets us killed first,
    them or your husband.
    What are you going to do?
    Hey, babe,
    I negotiate million-dollar deals
    for breakfast.
    I think I can handle this Eurotrash.
    Hey, sprechen sie talk, huh?
    If you'd listened to me,
    he would be neutralised already.
    I don't want neutral. I want dead.
    Hope I'm not interrupting.
    What does he want?
    It's not what I want.
    It's what I can give you.
    Look, let's be straight, OK?
    It's obvious you're not
    some dumb schmuck
    up here to snatch a few purses.
    You're very perceptive.
    I watch "60 Minutes".
    I say to myself,
    these guys are professional,
    they're motivated, they're happening,
    they want something.
    I couldn't care less
    about your politics.
    Maybe you're pissed off
    at the camel jockeys.
    Maybe it's the Hebes,
    Northern Ireland.
    It's none of my business.
    I figure you're here
    to negotiate, am I right?
    You're amazing.
    You figured this all out already?
    Hey, business is business.
    You use a gun,
    I use a fountain pen.
    What's the difference?
    Let's put it in my terms.
    You're here on a hostile takeover.
    You grab us for some green
    but you didn't expect some poison pill
    was gonna be running around the building.
    Am I right?
    Hans,
    bubbie...
    I'm your white knight.
    I must have missed "60 Minutes".
    What are you saying?
    The guy upstairs
    who's fucking things up, huh?
    I can give him to you.
    Oh, God...
    Roy? Roy, you all right?
    Just trying to fire down
    a 1,000-year-old Twinkie.
    What do they put in these things,
    anyway?
    Sugar, enriched flour,
    partially hydrogenated
    vegetable oil,
    polysorbate 60,
    and yellow dye number five.
    Just everything
    a growing boy needs.
    How many kids you got, Al?
    As a matter of fact,
    my wife is working on our first.
    How about you, cowboy?
    You got any kids
    back on your ranch?
    Yeah.
    Two.
    Sure hope I can see them
    swinging on a jungle gym
    with Al Jr. someday.
    Well, now, that's a date
    but you bring the ice cream.
    [Hans] Touching, cowboy. Touching.
    Or should I call you
    Mr McClane?
    Mr Officer John McClane
    of the New York
    Police Department?
    Get on the phone to Harry in New York.
    You better get a hold of somebody
    at Dispatch.
    Sister Theresa called me
    Mr McClane in the third grade.
    My friends call me John
    and you're neither, shithead.
    I have someone
    who wants to talk to you.
    A very special friend
    who was with you
    at the party tonight.
    Hey, John boy.
    Ellis?
    Yeah.
    Listen, John, they're giving me
    a few minutes to talk sense into you.
    I know you think you're doing your job
    and I can appreciate that
    but you're just dragging
    this thing out.
    Look, no-one gets out of here
    until these guys
    can talk to the LA Police.
    That won't happen until you stop
    messing up the works. Capisce?
    Ellis, what have you told them?
    I told them we were old friends
    and you were my guest
    at the party.
    Ellis, you shouldn't be doing this.
    Tell me about it.
    All right, John, listen.
    They want you to tell them
    where the detonators are.
    They know people are listening.
    They want the detonators,
    or they're gonna kill me.
    John, didn't you hear me?
    Yeah, I hear you.
    John, get with the programme.
    The police are here now.
    It's their problem.
    Tell these guys where the detonators are
    so no-one else gets hurt!
    I'm putting my life
    on the line for you, pal!
    Ellis, listen to me carefully.
    John...
    Shut up, Ellis!
    Just shut your mouth!
    Put Hans back on the line.
    Hans, this shithead doesn't know
    what kind of man you are but I do.
    Good. Then you'll
    give us what we want
    and save your friend's life.
    You're not part of this equation.
    Hey, what am I, a method actor?
    Babe, put away the gun.
    This is radio, not television.
    Hans, this asshole is not my friend!
    I just met him tonight!
    I don't know him!
    Jesus Christ, Ellis!
    These people will kill you!
    Tell them you don't know me!
    How can you say that
    after all these years?
    John? John?
    Do you hear that?
    Talk to me!
    Where are my detonators?
    Where are they,
    or shall I shoot another one?
    Sooner or later
    I might get to someone
    you do care about.
    Go fuck yourself, Hans.
    He just let the guy die.
    He just gave him up.
    Give me that headset.
    That's like pulling the trigger yourself.
    Can't you see what's happening?
    Can't you read between the lines?
    He did everything he could
    to save him.
    If he gave himself up,
    they'd both be dead right now!
    No way, man. They'd be talking to us.
    You tell this partner of yours
    to stay out of this from now on.
    Because if he doesn't,
    I'm really going to nail his ass.
    The man is hurting.
    He is alone, tired,
    and he hasn't seen diddly-squat
    from anybody here!
    You're gonna tell me he'll give a damn
    about what you do to him
    if he makes it out of there alive?
    Why don't you wake up
    and smell what you're shoveling?
    You listen to me, sergeant.
    Any time you want to go home,
    you consider yourself dismissed.
    No, sir.
    You couldn't drag me away.
    Attention, police.
    Attention, police.
    - This is Sergeant Al Powell...
    - Give me that.
    This is Deputy Chief Dwayne Robinson.
    Who is this?
    This is Hans Gruber.
    I assume you realise the futility
    of direct action against me.
    We have no wish
    for further loss of life.
    What is it you do wish for?
    I have comrades in arms
    around the world languishing in prison.
    The American State Department
    enjoys rattling its sabre for its own ends.
    Now it can rattle it for me.
    The following people
    are to be released from their captors.
    In Northern Ireland the seven members
    of the New Provo Front.
    In Canada, the five imprisoned leaders
    of Libert de Quebec.
    In Sri Lanka, the nine members
    of the Asian Dawn.
    What the fuck?
    Asian Dawn?
    I read about them in "Time magazine".
    When these revolutionary
    brothers and sisters are free,
    the hostages in this building
    will be taken to the roof
    and they will accompany us
    in helicopters
    to the Los Angeles
    International Airport
    where they will be given
    further instructions.
    You have two hours to comply.
    Wait a minute. Uh, Mr. Gruber.
    This is crazy.
    I don't have the authority.
    Two hours is not enough.
    Hello? Hello!
    Did you get all that?
    We got to make some calls.
    Do you think they'll even try?
    Who cares?
    Theo, are we on schedule?
    One more to go, then it's up to you.
    You better be right
    because the last one will take a miracle.
    It's Christmas, Theo.
    It's the time of miracles,
    so be of good cheer
    and call me
    when you hit the last lock.
    Karl,
    hunt that little shit down
    and get those detonators.
    Fritz is checking the explosives.
    I'll check the explosives.
    You just get the detonators.
    Hey, Powell, you out there?
    I'm here, John. I'm here.
    You gotta believe me.
    There was nothing I could do.
    Well, it's gonna be
    both our asses if you're wrong.
    I hear you.
    Did you catch that bullshit
    Hans was running?
    It doesn't make sense, man.
    Hey, don't ask me, man.
    I'm just a deskjockey
    who was on my way home when you rang.
    The way you drove that car
    I figured you for the street, Al.
    In my youth. In my youth.
    ..author of "Hostage Terrorist,
    Terrorist Hostage,
    A Study in Duality."
    Dr Hasseldorf,
    what can we expect
    in the next few hours?
    Well, Gail,
    by this time,
    the hostages should be going through
    the early stages
    of the Helsinki Syndrome.
    As in Helsinki, Sweden.
    Finland.
    Basically, it's when the hostages
    and the terrorists
    go through a sort of
    psychological transference
    and a projection of dependency.
    A strange sort of trust
    and bond develops.
    We've had situations
    where the hostages
    have embraced their captors
    after release
    and even corresponded with them
    in prison.
    No, no, darling. Asian Dawn. Dawn.
    D-A-W-N.
    - Sir?
    - Yeah?
    Sir, the FBI is here.
    - The FBI is here now?
    - Yes, sir. Right over there.
    Hold this.
    Want a breath mint?
    Hey, how you doing, man?
    I'm Agent Johnson.
    This is Special Agent Johnson.
    - Oh, how you doing?
    - No relation.
    I'm, uh...
    I'm Dwayne Robinson, LAPD.
    I'm in charge here.
    Not any more.
    Hi, there. How you doing?
    Ohh...
    Please, God. No.
    You're one of them, aren't you?
    You're one of them.
    No! Don't kill me! Please!
    Don't kill me, please!
    Please, please, please.
    Whoa. Relax.
    I'm not gonna hurt you.
    I'm not gonna hurt you!
    Oh, God.
    What the fuck
    are you doing up here?
    What were you looking for?
    I managed to get out of there and
    I was just trying
    to get up on the roof
    and see if I could signal for help.
    It's just over here.
    Why don't you come and help?
    Hold it. Forget the roof.
    I said forget the roof.
    They got people all over it.
    You want to stay alive,
    you stay with me.
    The best we can figure it,
    we've got maybe
    probably on the 30th floor
    and maybe seven or eight
    terrorists up there.
    Sounds like an A-7 scenario.
    Thank you.
    We'll handle it from here.
    When we commandeer your men,
    we'll try and let you know.
    Aren't you forgetting something?
    Such as?
    What about John McClane?
    He's the reason
    we have any information.
    He's also the reason
    you're facing seven terrorists, not twelve.
    He's inside? Who is he?
    He might be a cop.
    We're checking on that.
    - One of yours?
    - No, no way.
    You smoke?
    Yeah.
    Thanks.
    You don't work for Nakatomi.
    And if you're not one of them...
    I'm a cop from New York.
    New York?
    Yeah.
    Got invited to
    the Christmas party by mistake.
    Who knew?
    Better than being caught
    with your pants down, huh?
    I'm John McClane.
    You're, uh...
    Clay.
    Bill Clay.
    Know how to use a handgun, Bill?
    I spent a weekend at a combat ranch.
    That game with the guns
    that shoot red paint.
    Probably seems kind of stupid to you.
    Nope.
    Time for the real thing, Bill.
    All you got to do
    is pull the trigger.
    Come on.
    Put down the gun
    and give me my detonators.
    Well, well, well...
    Hans.
    Put it down now.
    That's pretty tricky
    with that accent.
    You oughta be on fucking TV
    with that accent.
    But what do you want
    with the detonators?
    I already used all the explosives.
    Or did I?
    I'm going to count to three.
    Yeah. Like you did with Takagi?
    Oops.
    No bullets.
    What do you think...
    I'm fucking stupid, Hans?
    You were saying?
    Karl.
    Schie dem Fenster.
    Shoot the glass!
    Jesus Christ!
    Smile, Karl.
    We're back in business.
    ..is the last resort of diplomacy,
    then couldn't we just as well say
    that terrorism has an equal claim
    on being that, too?
    Tell me you got something.
    McClane's name, badge number,
    employment record, vital statistics,
    and his family's home address
    right here in LA.
    Whoo!
    Go to work.
    Got it.
    God, that man looks really pissed.
    He's still alive.
    What?
    Only John can drive
    somebody that crazy.
    Hans, you better heat up that miracle
    because we just broke through
    on number six
    and the electromagnetic
    came down like a fucking anvil.
    Have a look at what our friends
    outside are doing and I'll be right up.
    Hey, John.
    John McClane, you still with us?
    Yeah.
    But all things being equal,
    I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
    Chalk up two more bad guys.
    The boys down here
    will be glad to hear that.
    We got a pool going on you.
    What kind of odds am I getting?
    You don't want to know.
    Put me down for 20.
    I'm good for it.
    Hey, pal, you got flatfeet?
    What the hell
    are you talking about, man?
    Something had
    to get you off the street.
    What's the matter?
    You don't think jockeying papers
    across a desk is a noble effort for a cop?
    No.
    I had an accident.
    The way you drive, I can see why.
    What'd you do ?
    Run over your captain's foot
    with the car?
    I shot a kid.
    He was 13 years old.
    Oh, it was dark. I couldn't see him.
    He had a ray gun, looked real enough.
    When you're a rookie, they teach you
    everything about being a cop
    except how to live with a mistake.
    Anyway, I just couldn't bring myself
    to draw my gun on anybody again.
    Sorry, man.
    Hey, man, how could you know?
    I feel like shit anyway.
    Well, then, this won't matter.
    The LAPD is not calling the shots
    down here any more.
    The Feds?
    You got it.
    Those are the city engineers.
    Wait.
    They're going into the street circuits.
    Those guys in the suits,
    I don't know who they are.
    That's the FBI.
    They're ordering the others
    to cut the building's power.
    Regular as clockwork.
    Or a time lock.
    Precisely.
    The circuits that cannot be cut
    are cut automatically
    in response to a terrorist incident.
    You asked for miracles, Theo.
    I give you the F-B-I.
    I want the building shut down.
    I got a problem. I got a switch...
    I don't care
    about your switch. I want it out. Dark!
    You can't do it from here.
    - Yeah, you could.
    - It can't be done from here.
    I could just... I got the radio...
    You can't do it from here.
    It's got to be done from downtown.
    They've gotta take out
    a whole city grid.
    We're talking 10 square blocks.
    Ten blocks? Johnson, that's crazy.
    It's Christmas Eve.
    There's thousands of people.
    You have to go wider.
    - I need authorisation.
    - How about the United States government?
    Lose the grid, or you lose your job.
    - Yeah, Central?
    - Yeah?
    This is Walt down at Nakatomi.
    Would it be possible for you
    to turn off grid 212?
    Are you crazy?!
    Maybe I should call the Mayor.
    No shit it's my ass.
    I got a big problem here.
    Shut it down now.
    Emergency lighting activated.
    Al, talk to me. What's going on here?
    Ask the FBI.
    They got the universal
    terrorist playbook
    and they're running it step by step.
    It's gonna go. It's gonna go!
    Yes!
    Merry Christmas.
    They must be pissing in their pants.
    The Mayor is gonna have my ass.
    Whoo!
    What are we gonna do now?
    Arrest them for not paying
    their electric bill?
    We've shut them down.
    We let them sweat for a while,
    then we give them helicopters.
    Right up the ass.
    This is Agent Johnson.
    No, the other one.
    I want that air support ready
    to lift off in five minutes.
    Damn right. Fully armed.
    We're on the way.
    Oh, yes!
    I wish to talk to the FBI.
    This is Special Agent Johnson.
    The State Department has arranged
    for the return of your comrades.
    Helicopters are en route
    as you requested.
    I hear you. We'll be ready.
    By the time he figures out
    what hit him, he'll be in a body bag.
    When they touch down,
    we'll blow the roof.
    They'll spend a month
    sifting through the rubble.
    By the time they figure out
    what went wrong,
    we'll be sitting on a beach earning 20%.
    Ah! Jeez!
    Powell?
    Yo, Powell, you got a minute?
    I'm here, John.
    Listen, I'm starting to get
    a bad feeling up here.
    I want you to do something for me.
    Um... ahem...
    I want you to find my wife.
    Don't ask me how.
    By then you'll know how.
    Uh, I want you
    to tell her something.
    I want you to tell her that...
    Tell her it took me
    a while to figure out
    what a jerk I've been
    but, um...
    that...
    that when things started
    to pan out for her
    I should have been more supportive.
    And, uh...
    I just should have been
    behind her more.
    Oh, shit.
    Tell her that, um
    that she's the best thing
    that ever happened to a bum like me.
    She's heard me say "I love you"
    a thousand times.
    She never heard me say I'm sorry.
    I want you to tell her that, Al.
    Tell her that John said that he was sorry.
    OK?
    You got that, man?
    Yeah, I got it, John.
    But you can tell her that yourself.
    You just watch your ass
    and you'll make it out. You hear me?
    I guess that's up to the man upstairs.
    John?
    John?
    What the fuck
    were you doing upstairs, Hans?
    John?
    No, Al, listen.
    Just lay off for a while.
    I gotta go check on something.
    One minute, that's all I'm asking.
    One minute to speak to them.
    All right. Get back. Get back.
    All right, look.
    You let me in right now,
    or I call the INS, comprende?
    This is the last time
    these kids are gonna have
    to speak to their parents.
    All right?
    All right. Come on. Come on.
    What were you doing, Hans?
    What were you doing?
    Jesus, Mary, mother of God.
    Al, listen to me!
    It's a double-cross!
    The roof is wired to...
    John?
    John!
    John, come in!
    Did you get that?
    Something about a double-cross.
    Tell me about it.
    We are both professionals.
    This is personal.
    Aww...
    They're coming!
    Choppers are coming.
    Time to gather your flock,
    Miss Gennero.
    Your mom and dad
    are very important people.
    They're very brave people.
    Is there something you'd like
    to say to them, if they're watching?
    Come home.
    Mrs McClane.
    How nice to make your acquaintance.
    On your feet, everyone! To the roof!
    Lock them up there
    and come right back.
    You should have heard
    your brother squeal
    when I broke his fucking neck!
    What do you figure the breakage?
    I figure we take out the terrorists,
    lose 20, 25% of the hostages, tops.
    I can live with that.
    Get this thing on the deck.
    They're expecting transports,
    not gunships.
    Move it! Come on! Move!
    Come on! Come on!
    Move it!
    Go! Move!
    Theo.
    A little bonus for us.
    Please, sit down. Sit down!
    A policeman's wife
    might come in handy.
    McClane, I have some news for you.
    McClane?
    Move!
    Come on!
    Motherfucker! I'll kill you!
    Armed.
    - The truck?
    - The truck.
    After all your posturing,
    all your little speeches,
    you're nothing but a common thief.
    I am an exceptional thief,
    Mrs McClane.
    And since I'm moving up
    to kidnapping,
    you should be more polite.
    You motherfucker,
    I'm gonna kill you!
    I'm gonna fuckin' cook you,
    and I'm gonna fuckin' eat you!
    I don't like this, Sarge.
    Yee-hah!
    Just like fucking Saigon, eh, Slick?
    I was in Junior High, dickhead.
    Where's Holly?
    Where's Holly Gennero?
    Holly Gennero? Where's Holly?
    Where's Holly? Where is she?
    - They took her!
    - Where?
    The vault!
    - Where is the vault?
    - The 30th floor!
    They just took her!
    Get downstairs!
    The whole fucking roof
    is wired to blow!
    Get down!
    Get down!
    Get the fuck downstairs!
    They made us, Bureau.
    Terrorist shooting hostages.
    Break left!
    Nail that sucker!
    I'm on your side, you assholes!
    Swing around again!
    I'll bag this little bastard.
    What the fuck...
    Oh, John,
    what the fuck are you doing?
    How the fuck
    did you get into this shit?
    There's something wrong!
    They're coming back down!
    - Blow the roof.
    - But Karl's up there!
    Blow the roof!
    I promise I will never even think
    about going up
    in a tall building again.
    Oh, God, please don't let me die!
    Holy Christ!
    We're gonna need
    some more FBI guys, I guess.
    Jesus fucking Christ!
    Fuck!
    What the fuck is going on?
    What are you gonna do?
    Sit here while the building falls down?
    Shit!
    All right!
    Hey! Hey!
    Hang on, baby.
    Hang on, honey.
    Oh, God.
    Hans!
    Jesus.
    Hi, honey.
    So that's what this is all about?
    A fucking robbery?
    Put down the gun.
    Why'd you have to nuke
    the whole building, Hans?
    Well, when you steal $600,
    you can just disappear.
    When you steal 600 million,
    they will find you
    unless they think
    you're already dead.
    Put down the gun.
    Nein. This is mine.
    You got me.
    Still the cowboy, Mr McClane.
    Americans... all alike.
    This time, John Wayne does not walk off
    into the sunset with Grace Kelly.
    That was Gary Cooper, asshole.
    Enough jokes.
    You'd have made a pretty
    good cowboy yourself, Hans.
    Oh, yes. What was it
    you said to me before?
    Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
    Holly!
    Happy trails, Hans.
    - Aah!
    - Holly.
    I hope that's not a hostage.
    Gimme water hook-ups
    for engine companies 5, 3, 9, 6.
    Over here. It's a better angle.
    Let's give them a hand.
    Keep it going, now. Keep it going.
    - Come on. We're going to miss it!
    - OK. Hand me my notes!
    What was it like in there?
    How did they treat you?
    Al, this is my wife Holly.
    Holly Gennero.
    Holly McClane.
    Hello, Holly.
    You got yourself a good man.
    You take good care of him.
    McClane!
    McClane, I want a debriefing!
    You got some things
    to answer for, mister.
    Ellis' murder, for one thing.
    Property damage,
    interfering with police business.
    Two of you go inside
    and see if there's anybody else!
    No. This one's with me.
    Mr McClane, Mr McClane!
    Now that it's all over,
    after this incredible ordeal,
    what are your feelings?
    Well, well, well.
    - Merry Christmas, Argyle.
    - Merry Christmas.
    Did you get that?
    Let me through.
    If this is their idea of Christmas,
    I gotta be here for New Year's.

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