I served with him. I taught him everything he knows.
Well, maybe he's learned a few more things since then.
Let's hustle!
The command post will be set up in the airport police station.
I want to be tied into the tower in 15 minutes.
All right, let's do it!
Hey, Trudeau.
Did things just get better or worse?
Lights. Big, portable lights.
We set up the field, and then we...
Wait for those lunatics to shoot them out?
Where do we get those lights?
What about the air phone idea?
There's 18 planes up there. Only five of them have those phones.
We got through to three. We're trying the others.
That's 13 potential accidents.
Are they still bucking headwinds?
Headwinds are slamming everybody over the outer marker.
The planes with enough fuel...
..have been shunted to Atlanta, Memphis and Nashville.
Outer marker.
Damn!
The outer marker!
It's a beacon, right? It sends out this beep beep beep...
..so they know they're over it.
- So? - Who says that signal has to beep?
We switch the frequency from the tower to the one in the beacon.
We pump up the wattage.
We can talk to our planes, and those bastards who did this won't know!
Traced the signal. Found it in the luggage area.
They've been tapped into your tower chatter all night.
Punks stealing luggage, huh, Carmine?
- How you doing, Telford? - No good. I called Lang.
They'll have a portable decoder here in two hours.
My wife doesn't have two hours.
I was put on Grant's team yesterday.
The regular guy got appendicitis.
Word is, nobody's better at this than Major Grant.
Attention!
Except maybe Colonel Stuart.
I want to hear about the plane those bastards asked for.
Then I'll fill you in on my orders. Pilots' Briefing Room. Now!
Keep working.
Albertson. With me.
No civilians.
- What the fuck... ? - What is it?
The outer marker beeper. It isn't beeping. It's talking.
(radio) Attention, all aircraft in Dulles landing pattern.
This is ChiefEngineer, Leslie Barnes.
I have been authorised to brief you in full.
At this time, this is the only channel available to us.
Here is the situation.
Approximately two hours ago...
Get a load of this.
Do not accept instructions claiming to be from our tower...
..unless you hear your flight recorder access code.
- The terrorists have got all... - Holy shit!
- ..our systems and... - Get this on tape!
..have control ofeverything except this channel.
Give us a second here, please.
This channel is secure. Your own transmissions are not.
Do not attempt to reply on your own frequencies to this broadcast.
These people have already caused one crash...
- ..by impersonating our tower. - Jesus.
Repeat. The terrorists have cut off...
..the two systems that allowyou to land:
fiield lights for a visual landing and the ILS for an instrument.
A Special US Army unit is here, preparing to take out the terrorists.
- My God. - Don't accept any instructions...
- Yo, Marvin. - Hey, you interested in a nice coat?
No. It never looked good on me anyway.
You've got to get me to the Pilots' Briefing Room.
I've got to hear what they're saying.
- Which map gets me in 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.
Pilots' Briefing Room, I think that's in the main terminal.
So would that be under P for Pilots' Briefing Room?
- Now, Marvin! - Or maybe under Mfor Miscellaneous.
- (beeping) - Oh, shit!
(radio) Requestpermission to reduce sentry duty to 30-minute rotation.
My men are getting cold and antsy. Over.
This is Colonel Stuart. Assemble the men not on watch for a briefiing.
- Roger. - What's the matter?
Oh!
Gentlemen,...
..tonight the pattern ends.
The dominoes will fall no more,...
..and the ramparts will remain upright.
Sir, General Esperanza's plane is on the scope.
Attention, Dulles tower.
We will be lighting up a runway.
Do not, repeat, do not attempt to land anyplanes.
Remember, we're monitoring you.
What do we do?
Obey.
Dulles tower to FoxtrotMichael One.
Dulles tower...
..to Foxtrot Michael One.
This is Foxtrot Michael One, Dulles. We read you. Over.
Foxtrot Michael One, you are to come in on runway...
..1-5, repeat, 1-5.
I found it on the floor, by the coat, next to the luggage belt.
What the hell you so excited for?
The code's still punched into this one.
You like it, huh?
How about giving me 20 bucks for it?
How about I let you live?
The man knows how to bargain.
This is contrary to our instructions.
We are to land at runway 1-0,...
..where we are to be met by representatives of your Justice...
Captain, please tell the tower you will proceed as ordered.
Roger, Dulles.
Proceeding to runway 1-5.
(yelling)
(gunshots)
Foxtrot Michael One. Come in, please.
What are you going to do now? Are you going to shoot me?
So who will fly the plane?
Don't worry about it. It's not your problem.
(plane descending)
Michael One. Do you copy?
Foxtrot Michael One. Come in, please.
(beep)
(beeping)
Eagle Nest.
This is Falcon. Mayday.
Eagle Nest. This is Falcon. Mayday!
Go ahead, Falcon.
I've lost cabin pressure. Near-zero visibility.
I must drop out of this weather and land now,...
..on the fiirst accessible runway.
Repeat.
I've lost cabin pressure. Near-zero visibility.
I must drop out ofthe storm.
I can land, butl must land now, on the fiirst outgoing runway.
Repeat. I cannot circle around to runway 1-5.
I'll make you a deal, Marvin.
Show me a shortcut to those runways,...
..and I'll get you a liner for that coat.
Repeat. I cannot circle around to runway 1-5.
(Shit.) Stand by, Falcon.
Here, sir. He's coming in from the ocean.
(Esperanza) A bullet has damaged my instruments.
I'm not sure ofmy bearings,...
..and I must make a visual landing immediately.
- Do you copy, Eagle Nest? - Roger, Falcon.
(radio) That would be 2-5 right.
Repeat. 2-5 right.
Make up your fucking mind!
We are just up to our ass in terrorists again, John.
Affiirmative. 2-5 right. Over.
2-5 right.
I've got to quit smoking cigarettes.
(Esperanza) Thank you for telling me, Eagle Nest.
But if you could show it to me as well,...
..l would be grateful.
I see the lights. They are directly in front ofme.
Gracias, compadre.
Reducing air speed. Approaching runway.
- Wish me luck. - Roger, Falcon.
We copy. We'll have you in five minutes.
That's right, asshole. We'll have you in five minutes.
(Stuart) I see your lights.
ETA 90 seconds.
Come to papa, scumbag.
(groans)
Oh, shit!
No!
Freedom.
Not yet.
(cocks gun)
You should stay in your seat until the plane reaches the terminal.
No frequent-flier mileage for you.
- Who are you? - A cop.
- A cop? - Yeah, one of the good guys.
You're one of the bad guys.
Now I've got your sorry ass, I'm going to trade it for my wife.
(gunfiire)
Sit down!
Go in!
- Where did he go? - In there.
(Esperanza) I don't believe this.
Two months of planning,...
..and you can't anticipate one pendejo of a cop.
- Come on, General. - Where is Colonel Stuart?
- 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!
Aaagh!
- How many grenades we got? - Three each!
Use them!
Oh, fuck.
Go!
Aaagh!
Oh, shit!
You lucky fuck.
(sirens)
Fire trucks, sir.
Fall back to the church. Now!
Where's the fucking door?
(beep)
They're getting a little nervous back there.
In fact, so am l.
We're over Washington.
See if you can get any TV to settle them down.
Works for me. I'll...
(beeping)
Writing your acceptance speech for the video sleaze awards?
- Try Pulitzer. - (PA) Ladies and gentlemen,...
..while waiting to land, we are turning on local Washington TV.
The sound is on channel three.
OK.
OK, OK.
Please, sir, we may land at any moment.
- If you'll take your seat... - I'm going to be sick.
- Sir, the seat belt light is on.
Moron.
- WZDC. - This is Richard Thornberg.
Put me through to Ruben in the newsroom.
- He's about to go live. - I know he is. That's why I need him.
You'll have to hold on...
Put me through, Celia, or start typing your resume.
Esperanza's down,...
..but he's hurt.
He took a round in his shoulder.
I got one more of their guys. That's six they lost altogether.
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 open the champagne!
We appreciate your effort, but we don't need a loose cannon here!
What if they crash another plane in retaliation for your stunt?
They can't do that now, right, Barnes?
Besides, if I grabbed Esperanza, this would be over now.
Maybe they're more creative than you think!
Well, at least I'm thinking, goddammit!
We're here to jerk off that cocksucker until he tries to take off.
Period!
You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time!
The story of my life.
Major! Pentagon Situation Room, sir!
Pentagon. I'll take it in here. Thank you, Telford.
You men come with me.
- McClane. - Yeah, Barnes.
You said those guys showed up right away?
- Yeah. - That means they're on the field or close.
And I think I know where.
Let me show you something.
These are the old plans with the longer runways.
That's 12 years ago.
Looks like they've modified the site,...
..moved Tra-Con phones, ILS, all the underground stuff...
..so they could handle drainage.
If I'm right,...
..it would run along the airport property...
..and go right past this neighbourhood.
We should have landed two hours ago!
I understand, but if you just relax...
It's hopeless.
Somebody ought to get their ass kicked for this mess.
Unfortunately, there isn't anyone we can blame for the weather.
Oh, yeah? What about that porker, Willard Scott?
I 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 5½½½ hours, right?
Mm-hmm.
Do we have enough fuel to keep circling like this?
Oh, of course.
They anticipate little problems like this.
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.
Wait.
There's the church over there.
Could be a sentry.
He could just be out for a walk.
Then why is he going over his own footsteps?
Come on.
All right.
Stay here and get ready to call the marines.
I thought they were the army.
Who gives a fuck? Just be ready.
- (beeping) - Oh, shit.
(Not now.)
Lorenzo, it's Barnes.
Where the hell didyou go? Where's McClane?
With me, at the Hidey Lake Church, to the west of the airport.
Where? Goddammit! You crazy idiot, why didn't...
This must be their operations base.
Shut up and getyour ass here!
Code red! Sitrep.
We got positive ID on Stuart's location.
- Let's move. - Yo!
Our escape plane will be ready within 30 minutes, General.
If there are no more surprises.
(sirens)
Gentlemen, we have a situation here.
Aagh!
Ugh!
(whistles)
Over here.
Jeez, McClane, you all right? You want a medic?
What the hell you think you're doing, playing John Wayne?
How would you like to spend the night in a cell?
Lorenzo, shut the fuck up and do something useful.
Go seal off the street.
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.
(beeping)
Garber, sitrep!
Army Special Forces on three sides, closing in fast around the back!
- Another problem, Colonel? - No problem, General.
Gentlemen, you know what to do.
- Down! - Get down! Get down!
(beeping)
General,...
..it's time.
(power cuts off)
(beeping)
Come on, let's move it!
- They're pulling out... at the back! - What?
(gunfiire)
Move it!
Albertson, take your men around the back.
Aagh!
This equipment could land our planes.
There are trip wires. They could have booby-trapped...
- They did. - Got one here, too.
Looks like C-4. The motherfucker is armed.
Clear the area! Everybody, now!
They booby-trapped all the equipment.
Seal off the building!
Shit!
Post sentries. No civilians allowed.
Hey, where the fuck is McClane?
Miller, take him!
I'll cover you!
Aagh!
So much for the element of chance.
Let's move out.
I had the bastard in my sights. I know I did.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
(Stuart) Attention. Attention, Dulles tower.
This is Colonel Stuart. Is ourplane 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 confiirm the condition ofthe plane.
Do you believe the balls on this son of a bitch?
Colonel, you're quite capable of confiirming ityourself.
Don't ask us to gift-wrap potential hostages foryou.
Major Grant, isn't it?
Ifyou remember me, Colonel,...
..then you remember I know the drill as well as you do.
Check out your own fucking plane.
We move out in five minutes. Flak jackets for everybody.
Body armour 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 they try to slip past us to break out onto the ground.
You got it.
All right, here we go.
This is nuts! Every station has people at the airport,...
..and no-one has heard a whisper ofthis shit!
None of them is me.
You want proof, try this.
(Barnes) Repeat. Terrorists have murdered civilians...
..and cut offthe two systems that can allowyou to land.
A Special US Army unit is here, preparing to take out the terrorists.
- Jesus Christ. - I wantyou to go live now.
Get me in from the fiiles. A publicity shot.
The maps, steal one from weather.
We're on it. We're cutting in five minutes!
Tell the affiliates if they want in, they got three minutes to shout.
Let's do this.
Network, here I come.
Telford, what was your chicken-shit outfit doing...
..while we were taking Grenada?
Grenada.
Five minutes of fire fight, five weeks of surfing.
I wish I was with you guys for that.
Yeah. Me, too, kid.
- Really, sir? - Sure.
Then we wouldn't have to do this.
(beeping)
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.
(whistles)
Ugh!
Jesus, officer, where did you come from,...
..Pearl Harbour?
All right, let's clear it out, please.
Stand by.
Five, four, three...
(TV) This is a special bulletin from WZDC News.
There has been a plane crash at Dulles, where other aircraft still circle,...
..with no explanation from airport or FAA offiicials.
And now, with an exclusive WZDC report,...
..here's Dick Thornberg reporting from the skies over Washington.
(Thornberg) I'm one ofthe thousandpeople who has been circling our capital...
..under the assumption that whatever problem there was below was a normal one.
But the truth is far from normal.
The truth is terrifying.
Look out! Lady, look out!
Look out! Look out!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way, lady!
Go, go! Hey, hey, look out!
This is a recording of a conversation...
..between Dulles tower and a captive aircraft overhead.
Get out of the way!
Lorenzo!
- Are you out of your fucking mind? - Where's the Blue Light team?
- Stuart's rigged explosives to a remote. - Where's Grant?
They're going to kill that son of a bitch and get it from them!
No, they're going to take off on that plane with him!
Get the fuck out of here!
When the army canned Stuart, he loaded that unit with his men!
- Are you nuts? That fire fight... - Sideshow to buy him some time.
McClane, you are completely around the fucking bend.
You're under arrest, motherfucker.
These are the bullets they used out there tonight!
Blanks!
Jesus Christ.
This is Chief Lorenzo.
I want every officer recalled and in body armour and full weaponry...
..in the motor pool in five minutes.
It's time to kick ass.
Just like lwo Jima!
(Thornberg) We have learned that the terrorists have control ofthe airport,...
..a fact that the authorities have repressed.
The terrorists promise more bloodshed unless their demands are met.
Now that the Special army commandos have arrived at the airport,...
..the likelihood of a full-scale battle is dangerously close.
That stupid, arrogant son of a bitch.
It's all over the airport.
(TV) 300 people have died...
When are we going to land?
..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 ofa new and higher body count at the airport...
..hangs over the heads ofeveryone,...
..and the holiday season ofpeace and love has become a nightmare.
All right, listen up!
All units, I want you to converge on hangar 11,...
..all sides!
This car, McClane! Get in!
When the city blue show up with their backup,...
..they'll pick up the pieces!
Now, move out!
McClane, say hi to my brother Vito.
Merry Christmas.
Hi.
Goddammit to hell! Move that piece of shit!
Will you move that goddamn piece of shit...
..out of here?
Vito, get the fuck out of the car!
Get your ass in gear and help me!
Will you get... ?
Move that car right now!
Right there. Get that.
Hey, Coleman!
Sam! Sam Coleman!
Hey, Coleman!
Hi!
Coleman!
..but at least the truth is not among the hostages...
..because l, Richard Thornberg, just happened to be here...
..to put his life and talent on the line for humanity and country.
If this should be my final broadcast...
Amen to that,... Dick.
(reporter) Dick? We're live, Dick.
Where are you now?
Dick?
Truck lights approaching, sir.
They're here, right on schedule.
The hangar door, open it.
Clockwork.
Jeez, you give me this 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. Save them until we are all safe, hmm?
Sir.
My congratulations, gentlemen.
You've won a victory for our way of life,...
..my pride, my admiration, and a kick-ass vacation.
Now, get on board.
What's the matter, cowboy? Ride too rough?
- I don't like to fly. - Then why are you here?
I don't like to lose, either.
OK, whoa! Here we go!
I don't know about you guys,...
..but I've seen enough fucking snow to last me a lifetime.
You don't get much of that in the tropics.
For you gentlemen, we'll import it.
Shit! They left the hangar!
Right there. Right there. Get that.
- Now what? - Get in front! Take it down!
Block their path so they can't get out!
I'm not playing chicken with a 200-ton plane!
I'm crazy, but I ain't that crazy. Forget it.
(radio) Dulles, this is Northeast 140.
- Request clearance to land. - That's Holly's plane.
Repeat. Request emergency clearance.
I knowyou won't answer, but you better listen!
We're down to fumes, and we have to land.
In five minutes, we're coming in.
That's my wife's plane! Take it fucking down!
I'm not getting in front of that plane!
All right, how about getting over top of it?
(PA) This is the captain.
Your attention.
We have no choice but to attempt an emergency landing.
Fasten your seat belts and assume crash positions...
..as instructed by your cabin attendants.
Let's have the emergency check list.
Attention, all air traffic in Dulles area.
This is Northeast 140.
We are attempting an emergency landing. Be advised.
I don't want to die.
Just buckle your seat belt.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Lean forward.
(Thornberg) God!
(whimpers)
Oh, God.
Oh, God,...
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Just hang on!
What are you doing?
You wanted a story.
Nice and easy, boys. Get me in low!
You got it!
Bring me down!
(Coleman) You'll get yourself killed! Come back inside!
Bring it in low! Keep over the wing!
Lower!
Aagh!
John, what the fuck are you doing out on the wing of this plane?
Damn!
Mierda.
There's something wrong.
The ailerons.
We can't take off.
Hijo de puta. It's McClane again.
Son of a bitch!
- I'll do him. - This time do it right.
You just get us in the air, General.
Only you can do it.
Don't shoot. That wing is fully fuelled.
Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you!
Whoa!
I got enough friends!
Aagh!
OK, McClane!
Time for the main event!
(spits)
Motherfucker!
Agh!
(laughs)
How's it going?
Bon voyage!
Happy landings, asshole!
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
Yeah. All right.
Aagh!
Whoa!
(laughs)
Aaah!
Holly!
Here's your fucking landing light!
Whoa!
Oh, God.
(prays)
Look!
Look! OK, I see it! I see it!
They used the fucking fire to see!
They can all do that. Let's tell them.
They already know.
(radio) We had a visual on the landing.
- Listen. - We're following the fiire trail in...
If they can do it, so can we!
Whoa!
Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.
Phew!
Uh!
Jump!
- Jump! - I got you!
Jump!
(sirens)
(cheering)
There you go. That's it.
There he is!
That's it!
Holly!
Come on! We got you!
Oh, God. Oh, baby.
I thought I was never going to see you again.
That's what I thought about you.
I love you so much.
They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
Yeah. I heard that, too.
God, that's beautiful.
Yeah.
Yup, it sure is.
Oh, I love you so much.
Oh, John.
Why does this keep happening to us?
Let's go home.
Get in the truck!
Let's get her out of here!
Somebody help me, please!
Oh, honey, help me up here, please.
Asshole!
Hey, officer! Hey, come on!
Hey, hey!
Hop on in here! Get your missus in!
What do you say, Marv?
I'll be damned if I'm going to clean up this mess!
(laughs)
(siren)
Hey, McClane!
You get this parking ticket in front of my airport?
Yeah.
Ah, what the hell. It's Christmas!
Take off, Marv!
..