Hot town, summer in the city.
Back of my neck gettin' dirt and gritty.
Been down. Isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city.
All around, people lookin' half-dead...
walkin' on the sidewalk hotter than a match head.
But at night, it's a different world.
Goin' out to find a girl.
Come on, come on, and dance all night.
Despite the heat it'll be all right.
And, babe, don't you know it's a pity?
The days can't be like the nights...
in the summer in the city.
In the summer in the city.
Cool town, meetin' in the city.
Dressed so fine and lookin' so pretty.
Cool cat lookin' for a kitty.
Gonna look in every corner of the city...
till I'm wheezin' like a bus stop, runnin'--
Alan, bomb squad, special services...
state police, and the FBI.
Lieutenant Jergensen, you, Palmer...
go to St. John's emergency...
in case we got any walk-ins from the street.
Kramer, get the city engineer.
I gotta file a damage report. Very important.
Bonwit Teller.
Who would want to blow up a department store?
Ever see a woman miss a shoe sale?
Connie, get started on the witness sheet.
Ricky, you and Joe...
make sure the uniforms got it cordoned off there...
and don't let the damn TV crews in.
Inspector, phone.
Not now. Benson, traffic!
Get Fifth Avenue cleared up by 3:00...
or we got the traffic jam from hell.
Walter, I think you'd better take this.
Major-case unit. Inspector Cobb.
Said Simple Simon to the pie man going to the fair...
“Give me your pies, or I'll cave your head in.”
Bonwit's was just to make sure I had your attention.
Is there a detective named McClane there?
He's on suspension.
No, Walter. He's not.
Not today.
Who is this?
Call me Simon.
What do you want?
I want to play a game.
What kind of game?
Simon says.
Simon's going to tell McClane what to do...
and Lieutenant McClane is going to do it.
Noncompliance will result in a penalty.
What penalty?
Another big bang in a very public place.
What is it that you want Lieutenant McClane to do?
Simon says Lieutenant McClane...
is to go to the corner of 138th Street und Amsterdam...
which is in Harlem, if I'm not mistaken.
Kowalski! Lambert! You know where to find McClane?
I kind of doubt you'll find him in church.
You better find out what rock he's under...
and kick it over.
John.
Thanks.
Give me a few more.
Jesus, John. You look like shit.
Where did we leave off with that roster?
We got three killings in Redhook the past two nights.
Put Miner on it. And Genetti.
The mayor's office will call before the day's out.
Next, 14 dump trucks stolen...
from a yard in Staten Island.
Fourteen? Jesus!
Are they starting a construction company?
It was John's landlady going to clean his apartment.
Insurance fraud.
Trucks are probably already out in California.
Contractor splits the money with the thieves.
We had that in Jersey couple years ago, Joe, remember?
See what Kelly can do with it.
Hey, what was the lottery number last night?
Four-six-six-seven.
You still betting your badge, Rick?
Yeah.
Sixty-nine-ninety-one every week.
Six-nine-ninety-one. Lucky number.
Half the cops here play their badges.
How are the kids, John?
They're OK. Ahem.
Did you talk with Holly?
No, I didn't talk to Holly.
Coming up on it, Inspector.
Is it hot, or am I just scared to death?
Wanna make sure the gun's secure?
Yeah. It's good.
You're the first woman since Holly to see me do this.
I’m honored.
Yeah, so was she.
So...where's the backup going to be?
We're going to draw back to 128th Street.
What?
Ten blocks? You fucking kidding me?
Oh, man. That's just great.
Walter, what is all this about?
If we don't do what he says, he'll blow up another place.
Why me?
I have no idea. He just said it had to be you.
It’s nice to be needed.
Frankly, John--
How about you mind your fucking business about Holly, huh?
You and Simon are fucking up a perfectly good hangover.
OK.
We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.
Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.
Let's go, Billy!
Yo, Uncle!
Come look at this!
It’s 10 after 9:00. Why aren't you in school?
Tony wants to sell this.
Tony. That no-neck dude they call Bad T?
He found it in a dumpster.
He keeps stealing, they'll find him in a dumpster.
He didn't steal it. His uncle gave it to him.
Mm-hmm. Hand me that newspaper there.
Don't ever let people use you.
You're running all over town with stolen property.
If you get caught, you get in trouble...
while he denies the whole thing.
You mean you want us to take it back to Tony?
No. I’ll take it back to Tony...
with a message.
Now, where you going?
School.
-Why? -To get educated.
-Why? -So we can go to college.
-And why is that important? -To get 'espect.
Respect. And who's the bad guys?
-Guys who sell drugs. -Guys who have guns.
-Who are the good guys? -We're the good guys.
-Who's going to help you? -Nobody.
-So who's going to help you? -We're gonna help ourselves.
-Who do we not want to help us? -White people.
That's right.
Get on out of here. Go to school.
Uncle, you better come look at this.
What?
There's a white man standing in the street.
I’ve seen one.
Not like this.
Dial 911. Tell the police to get up here quick.
Somebody's about to get killed.
And get your butts to school, you hear?
Yeah.
All right.
Man, you best back off, man.
Morning.
Good morning.
You having a nice day, sir? You feeling all right?
Not to get too personal...
but a white man standing in Harlem...
wearing a sign that says, “l hate niggers...”
has either got serious personal issues...
or not all his dogs are barking.
Hey, I’m talking to you!
You got about 10 seconds before those guys see you...
and when they do, they will kill you. You understand?
You are about to have a very bad day.
Yeah, tell me about it.
It's a police matter. For your safety--
You damn right it's a police matter.
I suggest you hide your butt in my shop till the police arrive.
What the fuck?!
Aw, shit.
-Listen, I’m a cop on a case. -What?
Somebody blew up Bonwit Teller's.
-You hear about that? -Yeah.
The asshole responsible said I gotta do this...
or he's gonna blow up something else.
Shit, shit, shit.
I got a gun. Get across the street.
Start acting crazy, like Looney Toons...
like Bellevue.
Hey, Zeus. This your friend?
He look like a friend of mine?
I think the dude just escaped from some hospital...
you know, like Bellevue?
I am the...
voice of my own God.
And my God...
I told the librarian I had a bad headache...
but she didn't believe me.
I really do have a bad headache...
I have a very bad headache! My head doesn't--
Shut the fuck up!
You've made a very bad mistake.
Boo-ya his ass.
Cut that shit off.
Fellas, fellas!
Nature boy here hates niggers. What are we gonna do about that?
Hold up, hold up, hold up!
Oh, shit!
-Back! Back up! -Hey, Zeus is trippin'.
Back the fuck up! Now!
Come on, man, get up.
Get out of here!
Stop the cab-- Stop the goddamn cab!
Don't shoot me!
Get up! Come on, get up!
Back off. I mean it!
I don't want to, but I will. You know I will.
Go, go! Get the fuck out of here!
Drive! Drive!
Don't stop. Just keep driving.
Run the red light!
Here, man. That's all I got.
Put that money away. No one's robbing you.
Just run all the lights. Drive.
You got it, boss.
-Oh, man. Damn! -That cut deep?
-How the hell would I know? -Just keep pressure on it.
-Goddamn! -Oh, fuck!
Jesus, right?
-John McClane. I owe you. -Damn right you do!
Know what they're doing to my shop now?
Chill out, Jesus.
Chill out? You trying to relate to me? Talk white.
Jesus, I’m sorry--
Why you keep calling me Jesus? I look Puerto Rican?
Guy back there called you Jesus.
Not Jesus. He said, ''Hey, Zeus.''
My name is Zeus.
Zeus?
As in father of Apollo, Mount Olympus...
don't-fuck-with-me...
or-I’ll-shove-a-lightning-bolt- up-your-ass Zeus!
You got a problem with that?
No. I don't have a problem with that.
Downtown. Police plaza.
Oh, ho. That's just great.
Record of all collars recently released...
and anybody else he might've looked at sideways.
Textbook megalomania.
It’s a pathological state...
in which fantasies of control or omnipotence predominate.
He wants control over him--
over his actions, his thoughts-- even his emotions.
Sounds like a secret admirer, John.
Yeah. Maybe he'll send me flowers.
Everybody knows you like pansies.
Not that kind of emotion. This guy is ugly.
How is that?
Nothing wrong with him a shower wouldn't cure.
Beer's normally taken internally, John.
Just give me some aspirins, will you?
OK. Hold this here.
This is Fred Schiller, John, and he's a--
A shrink. Yeah, I got it.
Yes. We're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality...
with possible paranoid schizophrenic--
Let's skip to where you explain...
what the fuck this has to do with me.
I don't know...
but what I do know is it specifically has to do with you.
This guy wants to pound you until you crumble.
He wants you to dance to his tune, then--
Put on a dress and fuck me?
I was going to say kill you.
He's sitting on an awful lot of rage...
and it could be manifested physically if he's stressed.
Somebody he arrested, somebody he pissed off?
That could be one hell of a long list.
Fuck you, Joe.
These people don't like to work anonymously.
They want you to know who's doing it.
This name Simon probably isn't an alias.
It’s probably Simon or some variation.
''Simon, Robert E. Busted in '86.
''Extortion. Kidnapping. 10 to 15.
''Did seven years for good behavior.
''Released on a state work furlough two months ago.''
Thanks, Rick. Bob Simons was a bankrupt businessman...
who kidnapped his partner's daughter.
He's a fuckup, not a psycho. The guy we want is nuts.
A nut who knows a lot about bombs.
We found this in a playground.
Professional. Very cool stuff.
You know...boom.
Think you should slam it around, Charlie?
It’s unmixed. You can't hurt it.
This stuff is cutting edge. It’s a binary liquid.
A what?
Like epoxy.
Two liquids.
Either one by itself...
...you got nothing.
But mix them...
Ricky.
Charlie, you're gonna be wearing that chair up your ass!
Christ almighty, Charlie!
Like I said, very cool stuff.
With a package like this you get a warning.
The bomb has to arm itself.
You'll see the red liquid pump into the clear...
before it detonates.
How long before?
Ten seconds, two minutes.
Could be anything.
But once it's mixed...
be somewhere else.
This stuff has got to be pretty rare.
Find out if any of it is missing someplace.
Livermore Labs-- Theft over the weekend.
Got enough to make another one, Joe?
About 2,000 pounds.
Of that?
The detonating mechanism can be anything--
radio, electrical.
You could use a beeper and phone it in.
Inspector! It’s him.
Bomb has a double-feedback loop.
A nasty little trick used in Lebanon.
Charlie. Charlie!
-Shh. -What?
Want to start the trace?
Simon.
He wore the board...
walked the street, and survived...
Hauptmann Walter.
Where are my pigeons now?
Pigeons?
I had two pigeons, bright and gay...
fly from me the other day.
Why was it they did go?
You cannot tell. You do not know.
You mean McClane?
No. I mean Santa Claus.
Yeah, I’m here.
Ah. There after all.
And your friend?
Come on. We need you in the other room.
Let's go. Come on.
They need you. Go.
Yeah, he's here, too.
May I speak with him?
Is the ebony Samaritan there now?
You got a problem with ebony?
No. My only problem is that I went to some trouble...
preparing that game for McClane.
You interfered with a well-laid plan.
You can stick Your well-laid plan...
up your well-laid ass.
That was not smart.
There are lives at stake here.
Not enough time, Inspector.
You better hope he calls back.
He will.
Ricky, tell those people to shut the hell up out there!
Keep it down here!
Simon.
He wasn't speaking for all of us.
That was unpleasant. Don't let it happen again.
So what's your name, boy?
Don't call me boy.
I’m sorry. It was a poor attempt at humor.
I was going to send you home with a chiding...
but now I think--
We got him.
It’s a pay phone...in Oslo.
-They say it's Mexico. -Norway?
Now they're saying it's Juarez, Mexico.
Forget it. He's scrambling up the system.
They don't know where he is.
Having fun with the phone company, are we?
Simon says McClane and the Samaritan...
will go to the subway station at 72nd and Broadway.
I’ll call you in 15 minutes...
on the pay phone outside the station.
No police.
Failure to answer will constitute noncompliance.
Do you understand me, John?
Oh, yes, I understand.
I understand you're a fucking wacko...
who likes to play kid's games.
-Hardly. -Hardly?
Then who are you, somebody I sent up?
What did you do--
shoplifting, purse-snatching...
cross-dressing, what?
You c-c-couldn't catch me...
if I stole your ch-chair with you in it.
My ch-ch-chair with me in it?
Let me ask you a question, bonehead--
why are you trying to k-k-k-kill me?
John, John, calm yourself.
Why don't you come down here...
and we'll figure this out like men?
If killing you was all I wanted, you'd be dead now.
Simon, this is Inspector Cobb.
I can appreciate Your feelings for McClane...
but believe me, the jerk isn't worth it.
He stepped on so many toes in this department...
next month he'll be a security guard.
His wife wants nothing to do with him...
and he's two steps shy of becoming an alcoholic.
One step, one step.
Now, listen to me.
You sound like a real smart guy.
What is it you want?
Are you talking about money?
Well, whatever, whatever.
McClane is a toilet bug.
What would it take...
just to forget him and live happily ever after?
Money is shit to me.
I would not give up McClane...
for all the gold in your Fort Knox.
72nd Street subway, pay phone, 15 minutes.
McClane and the Samaritan.
If you're competent in the least...
you've found the briefcase...
so you know what I mean by penalty.
I want to thank you for that vote of confidence.
I thought it was worth a try.
This guy's a raving maniac.
He couldn't be any clearer.
He gave you clues to his identity...
he spoke German...
he called it ''your'' Fort Knox...
and he stammered when McClane pushed him.
You believe this guy really can't be bought?
The very mention of money only enraged him further.
What's that?
It’s your shield.
You asking me to be a cop again?
Ricky, get him his gun.
You didn't answer my question.
Hey!
You didn't answer my question, Walter.
Are you done, Lieutenant?
You two better leave to get to 72nd Street on time.
Joe, they go with backup.
You got it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not going anywhere.
Simon says you got to go.
I’m not jumping through hoops for some psycho.
That's a white man with white problems.
Call me when he crosses 110th Street.
Hey.
Why'd you save my ass?
I didn't.
I stopped a white cop from getting killed in Harlem.
One white cop gets killed today...
tomorrow we got 1,000 white cops...
all of them with itchy trigger fingers, got it?
Get him back.
Where'd you find that bomb?
Chinatown.
Shit.
Yo. Yo, partner. Wait up.
Hey, hey, I ain't your partner...
your neighbor, your brother, or your friend.
I’m your total stranger.
OK, stranger.
You know where that park is at 115th Street and St. Nicholas?
Yeah. That's in Harlem.
Where do you think We found that bomb?
Listen, this guy doesn't care about skin color...
even if you do.
What am I doing?
Cheer up. Things could be worse.
I was working on a nice fat suspension...
smoking cigarettes, and watching Captain Kangaroo.
Come on.
They're at the phone, But there's a problem.
How big a problem?
Oh, about300 pounds.
Excuse me, ma'am.
We need this phone for official police business.
Honey, I’m a cop. I need the phone.
Get off the damn phone. Police business.
Well, I never!
I can get used to this.
Find a phone across the street.
I’m the only one here on official police business.
Don't do that shit again.
Let's get something else straight--
you need me more than I need you.
You don't like the way I do things? I quit.
All right, I need you.
I need you more than you need me.
Hello.
Birds of a feather flock together.
So do pigs and swine.
Rats and mice have their chance...
as will I have mine.
Nice. Rhymes.
Why was the phone busy? Who were you calling?
The psychic hot line.
I'd advise you to take this more seriously.
It’s a public phone. What should I say?
Simply say there was a fat woman on it...
and it took a minute to get her off.
Now, John, there's a significant amount of explosive...
in the trash receptacle next to you.
Try to run, and it goes off now.
I got a hundred people out here.
That's the point.
Now, do I have your attention?
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks. Every sack had seven cats.
Every cat had seven kittens.
Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives.
How many were going to St. Ives?
My phone number is 555--
I didn't get that! Say it again!
Not a chance.
My phone number is 555 and the answer.
Call me in 30 seconds or die.
Seven guys with seven wives--
Shut up, McClane.
Seven guys with seven wives--
He said seven wives with seven sacks.
Seven times seven is 49. Tell me the rest.
A sack with--seven sacks--
-Weren't you listening? -What's wrong with you?
A bad hangover, for one!
All right. Seven wives times seven--49...
with seven cats-- Seven times 49 is 343, right?
-Asking me or telling me? -I’m telling you.
Three-forty-three times seven is...
Two thousand, four hundred and one.
-That's what you got right? -Yeah.
Is that it? 2401?
That's it. Dial 555-2401.
No, wait, wait! It’s a trick.
I forgot about the man.
Fuck the man! We got 10 seconds!
He said how many were going to St. Ives.
The riddle begins, ''As I was going to St. Ives.''
The wives aren't going anywhere.
What are they doing?
How the hell should I know?
Who's going to St. Ives?
Just the guy.
Just one guy?
-The answer's one. -How do you dial one?
Five-five-five- zero-zero-zero-one.
Zero-zero-one. Just one guy's going.
-Hello, John. -Piece of cake.
Give us something harder next time.
But you're 10 seconds late.
No! The answer is one!
There's a bomb in the trash can!
Get down! There's a bomb!
Welcome to New York.
Yeah. Get up. Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
Bomb.
Yeah.
I didn't say Simon says.
It’s 9:50, John.
The number three train is arriving now.
I left something provocative on that train, John.
Simon says Get to the pay phone...
next to the news kiosk in Wall Street station by 10:20...
or the number three train and its passengers vaporize.
Use any means of travel Other than civilian...
I blow the train.
Attempt to evacuate, I blow the train.
I call you in 30 minutes. Be there.
Fuck.
Ninety blocks in 30 minutes in New York traffic?
It could be double that.
We don't even have a car!
Hey, hey, sir! I’m a cop.
I’m requisitioning this car for official police business.
Thanks very much. Get in.
Pretty slick. I used to drive a cab.
The fastest way south is--Aah!
What the fuck are you doing?
You were saying?
I was saying, I used to drive a cab...
and Ninth Avenue is the fastest way south.
We seem to be going east.
Where the hell are you going?
Ninth Avenue's the quickest way--
I know what I’m doing.
Not even God knows What you're doing!
They're headed east on 72nd towards the park.
Wall Street is south!
Stop yelling. I got a headache.
The best way south is not Ninth.
It’s through the park.
Oh, dear.
I told you. Park Drive's always jammed.
I didn't say Park Drive.
I said through the park.
Shit! We lost them in the park headed south.
Get out of here!
What are you, cra--
I got him, Connie. He's taking the scenic route.
Out of the way!
Get out of there!
Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it.
Are you aiming for these people?
No.
Maybe that mime.
Whoa!
Tree! Tree!
What's going on here, man?
Tree! Tree!
Hang on.
Rock! Rock! Rock!
McClane!
How do Catholics do their thing?
North, south, west, east.
How much time?
Twenty-seven minutes.
Ha! 72nd and Broadway to Central Park South...
in three minutes.
It’s got to be a fucking record.
Come on, get out--
Yeah.
Now what?
-We need a fire truck. -What?
To follow.
Nine-one-one.
Lieutenant John McClane, NYPD. Access number 7479.
Calling from a civilian transmitter.
Get me an emergency dispatcher right away.
Dispatch. Go ahead.
I got two officers down...
at 14th Street and Ninth Avenue! Need an ambulance! Over!
The Roosevelt hospital is two blocks from there.
Slow the fuck down, McClane!
It’s like football.
Get yourself a blocker and head for the end zone.
If you'd said Wall Street...
we could have followed him all the way.
Wrong. South of 14th Street is St. Luke's hospital.
Hang on.
Time?
10:02.
We're halfway there, with 18 minutes to go.
Fuck this! Hang on.
Hang on!
Get out of here!
Take the wheel!
We should be ahead of that train, right?
I’m getting on that train. You get to that phone by 10:20.
I’m gonna get that bomb.
You fail, I cover your ass. I fail, you cover my ass.
If we both fail?
Then we're both fucked.
Go, now! Get to that phone booth by 10:20!
My lucky fucking day.
Shit! Look out, ma'am!
Look out! Look out!
Look out! Get out of the way!
This is a bad idea.
Whoa!
Excuse me!
Get out of the way, please.
One-twelve Wall Street.
This isn't a taxi. You don't understand.
Your light's on. I’ll make it simple.
One-twelve Wall Street...
or I’ll have your medallion suspended.
What, you don't like white people?
One-twelve Wall Street.
You got it.
Move your legs! Get your legs out of the way!
Sorry. Sorry.
Hey! Excuse me.
Hey!
Shit!
Excuse me. Watch out.
Excuse me, sir.
Pardon me, please. Excuse--
Would you step out?
I’m a cop. Step out for a minute.
Excuse me, please.
Can I get through here, please?
Excuse me.
Excuse me, please. Pardon me.
Excuse me. I’m expecting a call.
I need that phone.
Use the other phone.
Sir, please.
I need to use that phone.
Hey, listen, bro, I was here first.
Bro?
Get away from the goddamn phone!
Put your hands up!
I have to answer that phone.
Shut up and get 'em in the air!
Excuse me! Pardon me!
Watch your back! Watch it!
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m a New York police officer.
I’m going to ask you to calmly and quietly...
start moving towards the other end of the car.
Go! Watch out!
Watch it! Watch it!
Go!
I have to answer that phone.
Get 'em up!
Look, if you have to shoot me...
then you go ahead, and you shoot me!
But I have to answer this phone!
All right?
I’m here.
And McClane?
He's on his way.
Uh, he's a little slow. He's out of shape.
The rules applied to both of you.
This is noncompliance. Good-bye.
Trust me, guys.
Duck.
Get out of there! Get out of there!
McClane?
Wha--
You can see right down into the subway.
How many fire trucks?
You guys.
How can you see from up here?
Get in there.
Officer, tell those people to get the hell back!
We got a shit load of cuts and bruises...
some old guy's pacemaker stopped...
and a pregnant girl's water broke...
and that's all.
-How you doing, John? -Still can't hear too good.
It’s a miracle you're still alive.
Yeah, that's the problem, Joe.
-What? -The miracle part.
What are the odds of us making it here on time?
Zip.
That bomb was going off no matter what.
Take this off me.
What's so special About this place?
I don't know. Something just doesn't add up.
Lieutenant McClane?
They're asking for you and Mr. Carver.
Where?
John.
John, this is Andy Cross with the FBI.
Bill Jarvis. He's, uh--
I’m, uh, with another agency.
It’s good to meet you.
This is Lieutenant McClane.
This is Mr. Carver.
We got a couple of questions. First...
do you recognize this guy?
No.
How about this one?
Mm-mmm.
How about you?
Did you recognize the voice on the phone?
No.
Did you, uh... notice any cars following you?
No.
Anybody following you at all?
Any surveillance--telephone, house, anything unusual?
Well, now that you mention it...
I have experienced a burning sensation between my toes.
I thought it was athlete's foot or something.
We read your jacket, Lieutenant.
We were told you would be cooperative.
Cooperate with what?
We're wasting time here.
You want to share information...
how about sending a little our way?
We want to hear what he knows first.
I know as much as you know.
There's a guy out there setting off bombs.
He calls himself Simon.
He speaks with a German accent.
And for some reason, he's very angry with me.
And maybe you can tell me why, huh?
The first man there is Mathias Targo.
Was Hungarian Army, explosives expert.
Now we believe he's working For the Iranians.