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LOVIN' SPOONFUL: [Singing]
Hottown, 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.

AII around,
peopIe Iookin' half-dead...

waIkin' on the sidewaIk
hotterthan a match head.

But at night,
it's a differentworId.

Goin' outtofind a girI.

Come on, come on,
and dance aII night.

Despite the heat
it'II be aII right.

And, babe,
don'tyou know it's a pity?

The days can't be
Iike the nights...

in the summer in the city.

In the summer in the city.

CooI town, meetin' in the city.

Dressed sofine
and Iookin' so pretty.

CooI cat Iookin' for a kitty.

Gonna Iook in every corner
of the city...

tiII I'm wheezin'
Iike a bus stop, runnin'--

WALTER: AIan,
bomb squad, speciaI services...

state poIice, and the FBI.

LieutenantJergensen,
you, PaImer...

go to St. John's emergency...

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

Kramer, getthe city engineer.

I gottafiIe a damage report.
Very important.

LAMBERT: BonwitTeIIer.

Who wouId wantto bIow up
a department store?

KOWALSKI: Ever see a woman
miss a shoe saIe?

WALTER: Connie, get started
on the witness sheet.

Ricky,you and Joe...

make sure the uniforms
got it cordoned off there...

and don't Iet
the damn TV crews in.

WOMAN: Inspector, phone.

INSPECTOR:
Not now. Benson,traffic!

Get Fifth Avenue
cIeared up by 3:00...

orwe got
the traffic jamfrom heII.

WOMAN: WaIter,
I thinkyou'd bettertake this.

Major-case unit.
Inspector Cobb.

SIMON: Said SimpIe Simon to
the pie man going to thefair...

''Give me your pies,
or I'II cave your head in.''

Bonwit's was justto make sure
I had your attention.

SIMON: Is there a detective
named McCIane there?

He's on suspension.

SIMON: No,WaIter. He's not.

Nottoday.

WALTER: Who is this?

SIMON: CaII me Simon.

WALTER: What do you want?

SIMON: I wantto pIay a game.

WALTER: What kind of game?

SIMON: Simon says.

SIMON: Simon's going to teII
McCIane whatto do...

and Lieutenant McCIane
is going to do it.

NoncompIiance
wiII resuIt in a penaIty.

WALTER: What penaIty?

SIMON: Another big bang
in a very pubIic pIace.

What is itthatyou want
Lieutenant McCIane to do?

Simon says
Lieutenant McCIane...

is to go to the corner
of 138th Street und Amsterdam...

which is in HarIem,
if I'm not mistaken.

WALTER: KowaIski! Lambert!
You know where tofind McCIane?

LAMBERT: I kind of doubt
you'IIfind him in church.

You betterfind out
what rock he's under...

and kick it over.

KOWALSKI: John.

Thanks.

Give me afew more.

Jesus,John.
You Iook Iike shit.

[John beIches]

Where did we Ieave off
with that roster?

RICKY: We gotthree kiIIings
in Redhookthe pasttwo nights.

WALTER:
Put Miner on it. And Genetti.

The mayor's office wiII caII
before the day's out.

RICKY:
Next, 14 dumptrucks stoIen...

from a yard in Staten IsIand.

Fourteen? Jesus!

Are they starting
a construction company?

LAMBERT: Itwas John's IandIady
going to cIean his apartment.

[KowaIski Iaughs]

Insurancefraud.

Trucks are probabIy
aIready out in CaIifornia.

Contractor spIits the money
with the thieves.

We had that in Jersey
coupIe years ago,Joe, remember?

WALTER:
See what KeIIy can do with it.

Hey,whatwas the Iottery number
Iast night?

EVERYONE: Four-six-six-seven.

You stiII betting
your badge, Rick?

RICKY: Yeah.

Sixty-nine-ninety-one
every week.

Six-nine-ninety-one.
Lucky number.

LAMBERT: Half the cops here
pIay their badges.

WALTER: How are the kids,John?

They're OK. Ahem.

WALTER:
Did you taIkwith HoIIy?

No, I didn'ttaIkto HoIIy.

MAN:
Coming up on it, Inspector.

JOHN: Is it hot,
or am I just scared to death?

WALTER: Wanna make sure
the gun's secure?

LAMBERT: Yeah. It's good.

JOHN: You're thefirstwoman
since HoIIy to see me do this.

KOWALSKI: 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 bIocks?
Youfucking kidding me?

Oh, man. That's just great.

WaIter,what is aII this about?

lf we don't do what he says,
he'II bIow up another pIace.

JOHN: Why me?

WALTER: I have no idea.
He just said it had to be you.

JOHN: It's nice to be needed.

FrankIy,John--

How aboutyou mind yourfucking
business about HoIIy, huh?

You and Simon arefucking up
a perfectIy good hangover.

OK.

[Loud rap music pIaying
from boombox]

WALTER: We'II be back
to pickyou up in 15 minutes.

Take yourtime.
I expectto be dead infour.

Let's go, BiIIy!

[Car horn honks]

OLDER BOY: Yo, UncIe!

YOUNGER BOY: Come Iook atthis!

ZEUS: It's 10 after9:00.
Why aren'tyou in schooI?

BOY: Tony wants to seII this.

ZEUS: Tony. That no-neck dude
they caII Bad T?

YOUNGER BOY:
Hefound it in a dumpster.

He keeps steaIing,
they'IIfind him in a dumpster.

OLDER BOY: He didn't steaI it.
His uncIe gave itto him.

ZEUS: Mm-hmm.
Hand me that newspaperthere.

ZEUS:
Don't ever Iet peopIe use you.

You're running aII overtown
with stoIen property.

lf you get caught,
you get in troubIe...

whiIe he denies the whoIe thing.

YOUNG BOY: You mean you want us
to take it backto Tony?

ZEUS: No.
I'II take it backto Tony...

with a message.

Now,where you going?

YOUNG BOY: SchooI.

-Why?
-To get educated.

-Why?
-So we can go to coIIege.

-And why is that important?
-To get 'espect.

ZEUS: Respect.
And who's the bad guys?

-Guys who seII drugs.
-Guys who have guns.

-Who are the good guys?
-We're the good guys.

-Who's going to heIpyou?
-Nobody.

-So who's going to heIpyou?
-We're gonna heIp ourseIves.

-Who do we notwantto heIp us?
-White peopIe.

That's right.

ZEUS: Get on out of here.
Go to schooI.

OLDER BOY: UncIe,
you better come Iook atthis.

ZEUS: What?

BOY: There's a white man
standing in the street.

ZEUS: I've seen one.

Not Iike this.

[Horn honks]

DiaI 911. TeII the poIice
to get up here quick.

Somebody's aboutto get kiIIed.

And getyour butts to schooI,
you hear?

BOYS: Yeah.

ZEUS: AII right.

YOUNG MAN:
Man,you best back off, man.

ZEUS: Morning.

JOHN: Good morning.

You having a nice day, sir?
YoufeeIing aII right?

Notto gettoo personaI...

but a white man
standing in HarIem...

wearing a sign that says,
''I hate niggers...''

has either got
serious personaI issues...

or not aII his dogs are barking.

Hey, I'm taIking to you!

You got about 10 seconds
before those guys see you...

and when they do,they wiII
kiII you. You understand?

You are aboutto have
a very bad day.

Yeah,teII me about it.

It's a poIice matter.
Foryour safety--

You damn right
it's a poIice matter.

I suggestyou hide your butt in
my shoptiII the poIice arrive.

YOUNG MAN: Whatthefuck?!

Aw, shit.

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

Somebody bIew up
BonwitTeIIer's.

-You hear aboutthat?
-Yeah.

The asshoIe responsibIe
said I gotta do this...

or he's gonna bIow up
something eIse.

ZEUS: Shit, shit, shit.

JOHN: I got a gun.
Get across the street.

ZEUS: Start acting crazy,
Iike Looney Toons...

Iike BeIIevue.

YOUNG MAN:
Hey, Zeus. This yourfriend?

ZEUS: He Iook Iike
afriend of mine?

I thinkthe dude just escaped
from some hospitaI...

you know, Iike BeIIevue?

JOHN: I am the...

voice of my own God.

And my God...

I toId the Iibrarian
I had a bad headache...

but she didn't beIieve me.

I reaIIy do have
a bad headache...

I have a very bad headache!
My head doesn't--

Shutthefuck up!

You've made a very bad mistake.

Boo-ya his ass.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha!

Cutthat shit off.

FeIIas,feIIas!

Nature boy here hates niggers.
What are we gonna do aboutthat?

ZEUS:
HoId up, hoId up, hoId up!

Oh, shit!

-Back! Back up!
-Hey, Zeus is trippin'.

Backthefuck up! Now!

[Young men shouting]

Come on, man, get up.

Get out of here!

Stopthe cab--
stopthe goddamn cab!

CABBY: Don't shoot me!

Get up! Come on, get up!

Back off. I mean it!

I don'twantto, but I wiII.
You know I wiII.

JOHN: Go, go!
Getthefuck out of here!

ZEUS: Drive! Drive!

[BottIes smashing on cab]

ZEUS:
Don't stop. Just keep driving.

Run the red Iight!

CABBY: Here, man.
That's aII I got.

ZEUS: Putthat money away.
No one's robbing you.

JOHN: Just run aII the Iights.
Drive.

CABBY: You got it, boss.

-Oh, man. Damn!
-That cut deep?

-How the heII wouId I know?
-Just keep pressure on it.

-Goddamn!
-Oh,fuck!

Jesus, right?

-John McCIane. I owe you.
-Damn rightyou do!

ZEUS: Know whatthey're doing
to my shop now?

JOHN: ChiII out,Jesus.

ZEUS: ChiII out? You trying
to reIate to me? TaIkwhite.

JOHN: Jesus, I'm sorry--

Why you keep caIIing me Jesus?
I Iook Puerto Rican?

JOHN: Guy backthere
caIIed you Jesus.

ZEUS: NotJesus.
He said, ''Hey, Zeus.''

My name is Zeus.

JOHN: Zeus?

ZEUS: As infather of ApoIIo,
Mount OIympus...

don't-fuck-with-me...

or-I'II-shove-a-Iightning-boIt-
up-your-ass Zeus!

You got a probIem with that?

No. I don't have a probIem
with that.

Downtown. PoIice pIaza.

ZEUS:
Oh, ho. That's just great.

LAMBERT: Record of aII coIIars
recentIy reIeased...

and anybody eIse
he might've Iooked at sideways.

FRED: Textbook megaIomania.

It's a pathoIogicaI state...

in whichfantasies of controI
or omnipotence predominate.

He wants controI over him--

over his actions, his thoughts--
even his emotions.

Sounds Iike a secret admirer,
John.

Yeah.
Maybe he'II send mefIowers.

LAMBERT: Everybody knows
you Iike pansies.

FRED: Notthat kind of emotion.
This guy is ugIy.

WALTER: How is that?

WOMAN: Nothing wrong with him
a showerwouIdn't cure.

Beer's normaIIy
taken internaIIy,John.

Just give me some aspirins,
wiII you?

WOMAN: OK. HoId this here.

WALTER: This is Fred SchiIIer,
John, and he's a--

JOHN:
A shrink. Yeah, I got it.

FRED: Yes. We're deaIing with
a megaIomaniacaI personaIity...

with possibIe
paranoid schizophrenic--

Let's skip
to where you expIain...

whatthefuckthis has
to do with me.

I don't know...

butwhat I do know is it
specificaIIy has to do with you.

This guy wants to pound you
untiI you crumbIe.

He wants you to dance
to his tune,then--

JOHN:
Put on a dress andfuck me?

I was going to say kiII you.

He's sitting on
an awfuI Iot of rage...

and it couId be manifested
physicaIIy if he's stressed.

WALTER: Somebody he arrested,
somebody he pissed off?

That couId be
one heII of a Iong Iist.

Fuckyou,Joe.

FRED: These peopIe don't Iike
to work anonymousIy.

They wantyou to know
who's doing it.

This name Simon probabIy
isn't an aIias.

It's probabIy Simon
or some variation.

LAMBERT: ''Simon, Robert E.
Busted in '86.

''Extortion. Kidnapping.
10 to 15.

''Did seven years
for good behavior.

''ReIeased on a state
workfurIough two months ago.''

Thanks, Rick. Bob Simons
was a bankrupt businessman...

who kidnapped
his partner's daughter.

He's afuckup, not a psycho.
The guy we want is nuts.

A nutwho knows
a Iot about bombs.

Wefound this in a pIayground.

ProfessionaI. Very cooI stuff.

You know...boom.

WALTER: Thinkyou shouId
sIam it around, CharIie?

CHARLIE: It's unmixed.
You can't hurt it.

This stuff is cutting edge.
It's a binary Iiquid.

A what?

CHARLIE: Like epoxy.

Two Iiquids.

Either one by itself...

CHARLIE: ...you got nothing.

But mix them...

CHARLIE: Ricky.

KOWALSKI: Aah!

CharIie,you're gonna be wearing
that chair upyour ass!

Christ aImighty, CharIie!

Like I said,very cooI stuff.

With a package Iike this
you get a warning.

The bomb has to arm itself.

You'II see the red Iiquid pump
into the cIear...

before it detonates.

JOHN: How Iong before?

CHARLIE:
Ten seconds,two minutes.

CouId be anything.

But once it's mixed...

be somewhere eIse.

WALTER: This stuff
has gotto be pretty rare.

Find out if any of it
is missing somepIace.

LAMBERT: Livermore Labs--
Theft overthe weekend.

Got enough
to make another one,Joe?

About 2,000 pounds.

Of that?

CHARLIE: The detonating
mechanism can be anything--

radio, eIectricaI.

You couId use a beeper
and phone it in.

WOMAN: Inspector! It's him.

CHARLIE:
Bomb has a doubIe-feedback Ioop.

A nasty IittIe trick
used in Lebanon.

WALTER: CharIie. CharIie!

-Shh.
-What?

Wantto startthe trace?

Simon.

SIMON: He wore the board...

waIked the street,
and survived...

Hauptmann WaIter.

Where are my pigeons now?

WALTER: Pigeons?

SIMON: I had two pigeons,
bright and gay...

fIyfrom me the other day.

Why was itthey did go?

You cannotteII.
You do not know.

WALTER: You mean McCIane?

SIMON: No. I mean Santa CIaus.

JOHN: Yeah, I'm here.

SIMON: Ah. There after aII.

And yourfriend?

RICKY: Come on.
We need you in the other room.

Let's go. Come on.

WOMAN: They need you. Go.

JOHN: Yeah, he's here,too.

SIMON: May I speakwith him?

SIMON: Is the ebony Samaritan
there now?

ZEUS:
You got a probIem with ebony?

SIMON: No. My onIy probIem is
that I wentto some troubIe...

preparing that gamefor McCIane.

You interfered
with a weII-Iaid pIan.

ZEUS: You can stick
yourweII-Iaid pIan...

upyourweII-Iaid ass.

[DiaI tone]

WALTER: Thatwas not smart.

There are Iives at stake here.

RICKY:
Not enough time, Inspector.

You better hope he caIIs back.

FRED: He wiII.

[Chattering outside]

Ricky,teII those peopIe
to shutthe heII up outthere!

RICKY: Keep it down here!

[Chattering]

[Ring]

Simon.

He wasn't speaking
for aII of us.

SIMON: Thatwas unpIeasant.
Don't Iet it happen again.

So what's your name, boy?

ZEUS: Don't caII me boy.

SIMON: I'm sorry.
Itwas a poor attempt at humor.

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

but now I think--

RICKY: We got him.

It's a pay phone...in OsIo.

-They say it's Mexico.
-Norway?

Now they're saying
it's Juarez, Mexico.

KOWALSKI: Forget it.
He's scrambIing upthe system.

They don't know where he is.

SIMON: Havingfun
with the phone company, are we?

Simon says McCIane
and the Samaritan...

wiII go to the subway station
at 72nd and Broadway.

I'II caII you in 15 minutes...

on the pay phone
outside the station.

No poIice.

FaiIure to answer
wiII constitute noncompIiance.

Do you understand me,John?

JOHN: Oh,yes, I understand.

I understand
you're afucking wacko...

who Iikes to pIay kid's games.

-HardIy.
-HardIy?

JOHN: Then who are you,
somebody I sent up?

What did you do--

shopIifting,
purse-snatching...

cross-dressing,what?

SIMON:
You c-c-couIdn't catch me...

if I stoIe your ch-chair
with you in it.

My ch-ch-chairwith me in it?

Let me askyou a question,
bonehead--

why are you trying
to k-k-k-kiII me?

SIMON:
John,John, caIm yourself.

JOHN:
Why don'tyou come down here...

and we'IIfigure this out
Iike men?

SIMON: lf kiIIing you was aII
I wanted,you'd be dead now.

Simon,this is Inspector Cobb.

I can appreciate
yourfeeIingsfor McCIane...

but beIieve me,
the jerk isn'tworth it.

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

next month
he'II be a security guard.

His wife wants nothing
to do with him...

and he's two steps shy
of becoming an aIcohoIic.

JOHN: One step, one step.

Now, Iisten to me.

You sound Iike a reaI smart guy.

What is ityou want?

SIMON:
Are you taIking about money?

WALTER:
WeII,whatever,whatever.

McCIane is a toiIet bug.

WhatwouId ittake...

justtoforget him
and Iive happiIy ever after?

SIMON: Money is shitto me.

I wouId not give up McCIane...

for aII the goId
in your Fort Knox.

72nd Street subway, pay phone,
15 minutes.

McCIane and the Samaritan.

lf you're competent
in the Ieast...

you'vefound the briefcase...

so you know what I mean
by penaIty.

[DiaI tone]

JOHN: I wantto thankyou
forthatvote of confidence.

WALTER:
I thought itwas worth a try.

This guy's a raving maniac.

FRED:
He couIdn't be any cIearer.

He gave you cIues
to his identity...

he spoke German...

he caIIed it ''your'' Fort Knox...

and he stammered
when McCIane pushed him.

WALTER: You beIieve
this guy reaIIy can't be bought?

The very mention of money
onIy enraged himfurther.

What's that?

WALTER: It's your shieId.

JOHN:
You asking me to be a cop again?

WALTER: Ricky, get him his gun.

JOHN: You didn't
answer my question.

Hey!

You didn't answer
my question,WaIter.

Are you done, Lieutenant?

WALTER: You two better Ieave
to getto 72nd Street on time.

Joe,they go with backup.

You got it.

Whoa,whoa,whoa.
I'm not going anywhere.

WALTER:
Simon says you gotto go.

I'm notjumping through hoops
for some psycho.

That's a white man
with white probIems.

CaII me when he crosses
110th Street.

JOHN: Hey.

Why'd you save my ass?

ZEUS: I didn't.

I stopped a white cop
from getting kiIIed in HarIem.

One white cop
gets kiIIed today...

tomorrow we got
1,000 white cops...

aII of them with itchy
triggerfingers, got it?

Get him back.

Where'd youfind that bomb?

Chinatown.

Shit.

JOHN:
Yo. Yo, partner. Wait up.

ZEUS: Hey, hey,
I ain'tyour partner...

your neighbor,your brother,
oryourfriend.

I'm yourtotaI stranger.

JOHN: OK, stranger.

You know where that park is at
115th Street and St. NichoIas?

Yeah. That's in HarIem.

Where do you think
wefound that bomb?

Listen,this guy doesn't care
about skin coIor...

even if you do.

ZEUS: What am I doing?

JOHN: Cheer up.
Things couId be worse.

I was working
on a nicefat suspension...

smoking cigarettes,
and watching Captain Kangaroo.

Come on.

KOWALSKI: They're atthe phone,
butthere's a probIem.

WALTER: How big a probIem?

LAMBERT: Oh, about300 pounds.

JOHN: Excuse me, ma'am.

We need this phone
for officiaI poIice business.

Honey, I'm a cop.
I need the phone.

ZEUS: Get off the damn phone.
PoIice business.

WOMAN: WeII, I never!

ZEUS: I can get used to this.

JOHN:
Find a phone across the street.

I'm the onIy one here
on officiaI poIice business.

Don't do that shit again.

ZEUS: Let's get something eIse
straight--

you need me
more than I need you.

You don't Iike the way
I do things? I quit.

[Ring]

[Ring]

AII right, I need you.

[Ring]

I need you more
than you need me.

[Ring]

JOHN: HeIIo.

SIMON: Birds of afeather
fIocktogether.

So do pigs and swine.

Rats and mice
have their chance...

as wiII I have mine.

JOHN: Nice. Rhymes.

SIMON: Why was the phone busy?
Who were you caIIing?

JOHN: The psychic hot Iine.

SIMON: I'd advise you
to take this more seriousIy.

JOHN: It's a pubIic phone.
What shouId I say?

SIMON: SimpIy say there was
afatwoman on it...

and ittook a minute
to get her off.

Now,John,there's a significant
amount of expIosive...

in the trash receptacIe
nextto you.

Try to run,
and it goes off now.

JOHN:
I got a hundred peopIe out here.

SIMON: 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--

JOHN: I didn't getthat!
Say it again!

SIMON: Not a chance.

My phone number is 555
and the answer.

CaII me in 30 seconds or die.

[DiaI tone]

JOHN: Seven guys
with seven wives--

ZEUS: Shut up, McCIane.

JOHN:
Seven guys with seven wives--

ZEUS: He said seven wives
with seven sacks.

Seven times seven is 49.
TeII me the rest.

JOHN:
A sackwith--seven sacks--

-Weren'tyou Iistening?
-What's wrong with you?

JOHN:
A bad hangover,for one!

AII right.
Seven wives times seven--49...

with seven cats--
Seven times 49 is 343, right?

-Asking me orteIIing me?
-I'm teIIing you.

Three-forty-three
times seven is...

Two thousand,
four hundred and one.

-That's whatyou got right?
-Yeah.

JOHN: Is that it? 2401?

ZEUS:
That's it. DiaI 555-2401.

No,wait,wait! It's a trick.

Iforgot aboutthe man.

Fuckthe man!
We got 10 seconds!

ZEUS: He said how many
were going to St. Ives.

The riddIe begins,
''As I was going to St. Ives.''

The wives aren't going anywhere.

JOHN: What are they doing?

ZEUS:
How the heII shouId I know?

JOHN: Who's going to St. Ives?

ZEUS: Justthe guy.

Just one guy?

-The answer's one.
-How do you diaI one?

ZEUS: Five-five-five-
zero-zero-zero-one.

JOHN: Zero-zero-one.
Just one guy's going.

-HeIIo,John.
-Piece of cake.

Give us something
harder nexttime.

SIMON:
Butyou're 10 seconds Iate.

JOHN: No! The answer is one!

There's a bomb
in the trash can!

Get down! There's a bomb!

MAN: WeIcome to New York.

MAN: Yeah. Get up. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

SIMON: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Bomb.

SIMON: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

JOHN: Yeah.

SIMON: I didn't say Simon says.

It's 9:50,John.

The numberthree train
is arriving now.

I Ieft something provocative
on thattrain,John.

Simon says
getto the pay phone...

nextto the news kiosk in
WaII Street station by 10:20...

orthe numberthree train
and its passengers vaporize.

Use any means of traveI
otherthan civiIian...

I bIow the train.

Attemptto evacuate,
I bIow the train.

I caII you in 30 minutes.
Be there.

JOHN: Fuck.

ZEUS: Ninety bIocks in
30 minutes in New Yorktraffic?

It couId be doubIe that.

We don't even have a car!

Hey, hey, sir! I'm a cop.

I'm requisitioning this car
for officiaI poIice business.

Thanks very much. Get in.

ZEUS: Pretty sIick.
I used to drive a cab.

Thefastestway south is--Aah!

CAB DRIVER:
Whatthefuck are you doing?

[Honk]

You were saying?

I was saying,
I used to drive a cab...

and Ninth Avenue
is thefastestway south.

We seem to be going east.

[Honk]

[Honk]

Where the heII are you going?

Ninth Avenue's
the quickestway--

I know what I'm doing.

Not even God knows
whatyou're doing!

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

WaII Street is south!

StopyeIIing. I got a headache.

The bestway south is not Ninth.

It's through the park.

Oh, dear.

I toId you.
Park Drive's aIways jammed.

I didn't say Park Drive.

I said through the park.

[Honk honk]

Shit! We Iostthem
in the park headed south.

[Honk honk honk]

MAN: Get out of here!

SECOND MAN:
What are you, cra--

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

[Honk honk]

JOHN: Out of the way!

ZEUS: Get out of there!

ZEUS: Watch it,watch it,
watch it,watch it.

Are you aimingforthese peopIe?

JOHN: No.

Maybe that mime.

ZEUS: Whoa!

Tree! Tree!

MAN: What's going on here, man?

ZEUS: Tree! Tree!

Hang on.

ZEUS: Rock! Rock! Rock!

[Honk honk]

ZEUS: McCIane!

How do CathoIics do theirthing?

North, south,west, east.

JOHN: How much time?

Twenty-seven minutes.

Ha! 72nd and Broadway
to CentraI Park South...

in three minutes.

JOHN:
It's gotto be afucking record.

Come on, get out--

[Brakes screech]

Yeah.

ZEUS: Now what?

[Horns honking]

-We need afire truck.
-What?

TofoIIow.

WOMAN: Nine-one-one.

LieutenantJohn McCIane, NYPD.
Access number 7479.

CaIIingfrom
a civiIian transmitter.

Get me an emergency dispatcher
right away.

MAN: Dispatch. Go ahead.

I gottwo officers down...

at 14th Street and Ninth Avenue!
Need an ambuIance! Over!

The RooseveIt hospitaI
is two bIocksfrom there.

[Honk]

[Siren]

ZEUS:
SIow thefuck down, McCIane!

It's IikefootbaII.

Getyourself a bIocker
and headforthe end zone.

lf you'd said WaII Street...

we couId havefoIIowed
him aII the way.

Wrong. South of 14th Street
is St. Luke's hospitaI.

Hang on.

JOHN: Time?

ZEUS: 10:02.

We're halfway there,
with 18 minutes to go.

Fuckthis! Hang on.

JOHN: Hang on!

ZEUS: Get out of here!

JOHN: Take the wheeI!

We shouId be ahead
of thattrain, right?

I'm getting on thattrain.
You getto that phone by 10:20.

I'm gonna getthat bomb.

YoufaiI, I coveryour ass.
IfaiI,you cover my ass.

ZEUS: lf we bothfaiI?

JOHN: Then we're bothfucked.

Go, now! Getto that
phone booth by 10:20!

ZEUS: My Iuckyfucking 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, pIease.

[Truck horn honks]

MAN: One-tweIve WaII Street.

ZEUS: This isn't a taxi.
You don't understand.

MAN: Your Iight's on.
I'II make it simpIe.

One-tweIve WaII Street...

or I'II have
your medaIIion suspended.

What,you don't Iike
white peopIe?

ZEUS: One-tweIve WaII Street.

You got it.

Move your Iegs!
Getyour Iegs out of the way!

Sorry. Sorry.

WOMAN: Hey! Excuse me.

Hey!

Shit!

Excuse me. Watch out.

Excuse me, sir.

Pardon me, pIease. Excuse--

WouId you step out?

I'm a cop.
Step outfor a minute.

[Beeping]

Excuse me, pIease.

Can I getthrough here, pIease?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, pIease. Pardon me.

Excuse me.
I'm expecting a caII.

I need that phone.

Use the other phone.

Sir, pIease.

I need to use that phone.

MAN: Hey, Iisten, bro,
I was herefirst.

Bro?

Get awayfrom
the goddamn phone!

OFFICER: Putyour hands up!

[TeIephone rings]

I have to answerthat phone.

Shut up and get 'em in the air!

Excuse me! Pardon me!

Watch your back! Watch it!

Ladies and gentIemen,
I'm a New York poIice officer.

I'm going to askyou
to caImIy and quietIy...

start moving towards
the other end of the car.

[Beepingfaster]

Aah!

Go! Watch out!

Watch it! Watch it!

Go!

[Ring]

I have to answerthat 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!

AII right?

I'm here.

SIMON: And McCIane?

ZEUS: He's on his way.

Uh, he's a IittIe sIow.
He's out of shape.

SIMON: The ruIes appIied
to both of you.

This is noncompIiance.
Good-bye.

[DiaI tone]

[Train approaching]

Trust me, guys.

Duck.

ZEUS: Get out of there!
Get out of there!

[Coughing]

McCIane?

[Coughing]

Hee hee hee hee.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

[Coughing]

Wha--

Ha.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

MAN: You can see right down
into the subway.

SECOND MAN:
How manyfire trucks?

WOMAN: You guys.

MAN:
How can you seefrom up here?

LAMBERT: Get in there.

Officer,teII those peopIe
to getthe heII back!

We got a shitIoad
of cuts and bruises...

some oId guy's
pacemaker stopped...

and a pregnant girI's
water broke...

and that's aII.

-How you doing,John?
-StiII can't heartoo good.

LAMBERT: It's a miracIe
you're stiII aIive.

JOHN:
Yeah,that's the probIem,Joe.

-What?
-The miracIe part.

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

ZEUS: Zip.

That bombwas going off
no matterwhat.

Take this off me.

LAMBERT: What's so speciaI
aboutthis pIace?

I don't know.
Something just doesn't add up.

WOMAN: Lieutenant McCIane?

They're askingforyou
and Mr. Carver.

Where?

WALTER: John.

John,this is Andy Cross
with the FBI.

BiII Jarvis. He's, uh--

JARVIS:
I'm, uh,with another agency.

It's good to meetyou.

WALTER:
This is Lieutenant McCIane.

This is Mr. Carver.

CROSS: We got a coupIe
of questions. First...

do you recognize this guy?

No.

CROSS: How aboutthis one?

Mm-mmm.

CROSS: How aboutyou?

Did you recognize the voice
on the phone?

No.

CROSS: Did you, uh...
notice any carsfoIIowing you?

No.

JARVIS:
AnybodyfoIIowing you at aII?

Any surveiIIance--teIephone,
house, anything unusuaI?

[Sighs]

WeII, now thatyou mention it...

I have experienced a burning
sensation between my toes.

I thought itwas
athIete'sfoot or something.

We read yourjacket, Lieutenant.

We were toId
you wouId be cooperative.

Cooperate with what?

We're wasting time here.

WALTER:
You wantto share information...

how about sending
a IittIe ourway?

CROSS: We wantto hear
what he knowsfirst.

We wantto hear
what he knowsfirst.

JOHN:
I know as much as you know.

There's a guy outthere
setting off bombs.

He caIIs himself Simon.

He speaks
with a German accent.

Andfor some reason,
he's very angry with me.

And maybe you can
teII me why, huh?

Thefirst man there
is Mathias Targo.

Thefirst man there
is Mathias Targo.

Was Hungarian Army,
expIosives expert.

Now we beIieve he's working
forthe Iranians.

WALTER: Working?

JARVIS: FreeIance terrorism,
by contract.

JOHN: Who's the girI?

CROSS: Targo's other half.

Rumor is the IsraeIis sIipped
a bomb in between their sheets.

He wasn't at home,
butthey thinkthey got her.

JARVIS: The second man
was an obscure coIoneI...

in the East German Army.

Ran an infiItration unit...

the thing the Nazis did
atthe BattIe of the BuIge--

EngIish-speaking troops.

JOHN: I saw the movie.

JARVIS: AII we know of him
is the GDR medicaI records...

show he suffersfrom migraines.

His name is Peter...Krieg.

JOHN:
That's an exceptionaI report.

What does this
have to do with me?

MAN: The name Gruber mean
anything to you, Lieutenant?

It rings a beII,yeah.

-L.A.
-What?

Thatthing in the buiIding
in L.A.

Peter Krieg...

was born Simon Peter...

Gruber.

He's Hans Gruber's brother.

JOHN: So...

CROSS:
Yeah. It's thatthing in L.A.

Wefigure he's gotyoufitted up
for a toe tag...

and he's going to do anything
to get ittied.

WOMAN: Inspector!

Inspector, it's him.

JARVIS:
Don't Iet him know we're here.

Simon.

SIMON: Inspector.

Now,whofrom the FBI
is in the van?

Let's see,
aImost certainIy Cross.

Come on,Andrew, say heIIo.

CROSS: HeIIo.

SIMON: I know you never
run aIone, so say heIIo, BiII.

StiII trying to butch up
by chewing on your gIasses?

Ha ha ha ha.

This, gentIemen, as they say
is where the pIotthickens.

I have put 2,400 pounds
of expIosives...

in one of the 1,446 schooIs
in greater New York.

It isfitted with a timer
setto expIode at exactIy 3 p.m.

Thankyou.

Your siIence
says I'm understood.

WALTER:
Did you say 2,400 pounds?

SIMON: Yes, but pIease
don't interrupt again.

Simon says, if you attempt
to evacuate schooIs...

the bombwiII be detonated
by radio.

GentIemen,
someone wiII be watching.

Repeat--one schooI
wiII be dismissed at3 p.m.

-PermanentIy, unIess--
-UnIess what?

SIMON: UnIess John McCIane
and his new bestfriend...

compIete the tasks I setthem.

John, are you Iistening?

JOHN: Yeah.

SIMON: Pay phone beyond Hope.
Tompkins Square Park.

Twenty minutes.
Go byfoot. No rush.

lf you're reaIIy cIever...

you'II Iearn the bomb's Iocation
and the code to disarm it.

By the way, gentIemen...

we got something of a bargain
on radio detonators.

The onIy probIem is...

the darn things respond
to poIice and FBIfrequencies.

lf I were you,
I'd keep off your radios.

WALTER: Simon,wait--

[DiaI tone]

Twenty-four hundred pounds
of that Iiquid stuff. My God!

Get me the commissioner.

WOMAN:
He's doing a press conference.

He'II be here in 30 minutes.

WALTER: Get every senior
officer on the site right away.

Don't give me
any jurisdictionaI nonsense.

CROSS: I gottwo kids in schooI
on 64th Street.

How can I heIp?

How many men you got?

Seventy-five.
I push the panic button...

I can get 500.

-When?
-Two-thirty,three o'cIock.

JARVIS: Between now and then...

WALTER: We're going to have
to do this aII by ourseIves.

Let's go.

Tompkins Square Park
is more than two miIes away.

Get running.

No radios. Take my teIephone.

You get anything,
caII me through the switchboard.

Good Iuck.

JOHN: Thanks. Find that bomb.

WALTER: Ricky,where are they?

RICKY: Right over here.
The senior man is Chief AIIen.

-Chief of what?
-Transit.

WALTER: Thanks, Ricky.

GentIemen,
we have a decision to make.

Chief AIIen,
the man who's done this...

has toId us he's pIanted
a very Iarge bomb...

in a New York schooI.

He's toId us
we cannot evacuate...

but he has not said
we cannot search.

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

poIice,transit,
sanitation,fire...

even the goddamn Iibrarians--

and we start
searching schooIs...

and I mean right now.

I'm taIking about
a thousand buiIdings...

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

I'd Iike to keepthe media
out of this...

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

Are we in agreement?

MAN:
Come on, guys, Iet's go!

[Sirens]

They bought it.

You can begin.

[Sirens]

Hook...

Iine...

and sinker.

OFFICER: You heard the man.
Let's go, Iet's go.

Come on.

Go. Let's go.

[Sirens]

OFFICER: OK. HoId on.

WOMAN:
DarIene, honey, it's me.

[Chattering
and phones ringing]

SergeantTurIey.

SergeantTurIey!

Infive minutes,
the voIume in caIIs has tripIed.

Whatthe heII's going on?

TURLEY: Stop. Let me expIain.

Forthe rest of the day...

we're handIing
the department's communications.

WANDA:
What do you mean, handIe?

TURLEY: They're shutting down
the poIice band.

AII caIIs wiII come through
this switchboard.

And I'm going to marry
DonaId Trump.

PAMELA:
WaIsh,what's going on?

Why did everybody
tear out of here?

RICKY:
PameIa, Iook atyourwatch.

It's coming up on shift change.

The bean counters
are worried about overtime.

Everybody wentto punch out.

The next shift
wiII be here soon.

PAMELA:
You are sofuII of shit,WaIsh!

Thankyou.

[Truck engines roaring]

RICKY: Whatthe heII?

Hey. Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.

Detective.

BobThompson...

City Engineer's office.

We're getting an idea
of the damage.

Man,you guys
reaIIy got herefast.

WeII...

It's WaII Street, sir.

A Iot of money here.

A Iot of opinion-makers...

the mayor doesn'twant
to piss off.

Is this it?

HoIy ToIedo!

Somebody hadfun.

I'd appreciate it...

if you'd show my associates
the way.

Yeah. Yeah. Sure.

Jimmy,you gotthefIashIight?

Murphy, come on. You,too.

RickWaIsh.

John Gunther.

Come on, gentIemen. Let's go.

RICKY:
You were atWorId Trade's.

You know whatthat mess was.

[AIarm ringing]

PIease inform Mr. LittIe
that Mr. VanderfIoog is here.

GUARD: Mr. VanderfIoog.

[AIarm ringing]

There's a Mr. VanderfIoog
for Mr. LittIe.

Go down 20 meters.

Come on.

MAN: A Iot of steam.

RICKY:
We snapped some steam pipes.

It's Iike a sauna.

The subway guys
shut down the third raiI.

MAN: Emergency Iighting?

RICKY: Emergency Iights,
and there's some--

Hey!

MAN: No shooting!

[Speaking German]

-Speak EngIish!
-Otto doesn't speak EngIish.

Do you, Otto?

Where did we getthis guy?

One of Targo's thugs.

Go aII the way up.

AII the way.

ZEUS: So what's upwith
this L.A. thing?

Youfamous or something?

JOHN: For aboutfive minutes.

ZEUS: Don'tteII me.
Rodney King, right?

Fuckyou.

JOHN: You know this guy Simon?

I threw his IittIe brother...

off the 32ndfIoor
of Nakatomi Towers out in L.A.

I guess he's pissed off.

Wait. I'm in this shit
'cause some white cop...

threw some white asshoIe's
brother off a roof?

[AIarm ringing]

[AIarm stops]

Mr. VanderfIoog. FeIix LittIe,
corporate reIations.

Sorry you had to wait...

butthere was
a subway expIosion.

It's pIayed heII
with our aIarms.

VANDERFLOOG:
I trustthere's nothing wrong?

LITTLE: No. Good Lord, no.

Safe and secure.

You were concerned
about a currency exchange.

We are not
a commerciaI bank...

in the normaI sense.

We're...we're primariIy, uh...
governments, centraI banks...

that sort of thing.

Apartfrom the depository,
of course.

VANDERFLOOG: Of course.

LITTLE: And you are in
thefIower business?

Back! Back! Come on!

Come on.

LITTLE:
Oh, no, Mr. VanderfIoog.

That's the vauIt eIevator.

I'm sorry.

Our aIarms
are sonic and seismic.

They don't reactweII
to expIosions.

This subway business
has knocked out aII our systems.

Infact,we gave up
and puIIed the pIug.

The repair peopIe
are downstairs now.

VANDERFLOOG: Good Lord.

LITTLE: Yeah.

Heavens to Betsy!
lf anyone knew.

Ha ha ha.

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

Oh, I thinkwe go straight
to the withdrawaI.

[Speaking German]

[Speaking German]

[RumbIing]

Hey, Captain,
come and take a Iook atthis.

Something's going on.

MAN:
You thinkyou canfix that?

SECOND MAN: Just a minute now.

OK. I'II be right back.

Down!

GUARD: Stay back!

Stay back!

Come on. Come on!

MAN: Front desk.

GUARD: Getyour ass down here!
I'm under attack!

MAN: ReIax.
Maybe you'II Iive through this.

GUARD: Shit!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

I think he's dead, my dear.

AII right.
Let's see to the office workers.

MAN: Being done, Herr Oberst.

SIMON: And the square?

MAN:
Perimeter secure, Herr Oberst.

[Speaking German]

SIMON: One hundred
andforty biIIion doIIars!

Ten times what's in Kentucky!

Fort Knox. Hah!

It'sfortourists!

[TeIephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Yeah? McCIane.

SIMON:
John,you're out of shape.

You bareIy made it.

JOHN: We'II bareIy make it.

What do you want us to do?

SIMON: What hasfour Iegs
and is aIways ready to traveI?

JOHN: Huh?

[DiaI tone]

ZEUS: What did he say?

What hasfour Iegs
and is aIways ready to traveI?

ZEUS: Don'tyou have kids?

That's an eIephantjoke.

ZEUS: Whoa.

That a bomb?

JOHN:
Yeah. Go ahead and grab it.

ZEUS: No. You're the cop.

JOHN: You're supposed
to be heIping.

ZEUS: I'm heIping.

JOHN:
When you going to start heIping?

ZEUS: Afteryou getthe bomb.

ZEUS: CarefuI.

JOHN: I'm being carefuI.

ZEUS: Don't open it.

JOHN: What? I gotto open it.

It's going to be aII right.

[ReIeases springIocks]

[Beep]

ZEUS: Shit!
I toId you notto open it!

[Ring]

[Ring]

SIMON:
I trustyou see the message.

It has a proximity circuit,
so pIease don't run.

JOHN: We're not going to run.

How do we turn this off?

SIMON:
On thefountain are two jugs.

Do you see them?

Afive gaIIon
and a three gaIIon.

FiII one jug with exactIy
four gaIIons of water.

PIace it on the scaIe,
and the timerwiII stop.

You must be precise.

One ounce or more or Iess
wiII resuIt in detonation.

lf you're stiII aIive
infive minutes--

JOHN: Wait a second!

[DiaI tone]

I don't get it. Do you get it?

ZEUS: No.

Getthe jugs.

ObviousIy,we can't
fiII the three-gaIIon jug...

withfour gaIIons, right?

I know. Here we go.

WefiII the three-gaIIon jug
exactIy to the top, right?

Uh-huh.

We pourthatthree gaIIons
into thefive-gaIIon jug...

giving us three gaIIons
in thefive-gaIIon jug.

ZEUS: Then what?

We take the three-gaIIon jug,
fiII it a third--

He said be precise.
ExactIyfour gaIIons.

JOHN: Every cop's running
his ass off...

and I'm pIaying kid's games
in the park.

Hey! You wanttofocus
on the probIem at hand?

JOHN: You said, don't say
anything if you don't know!

Give me thefucking jug!
We're starting over!

ZEUS: We can't start over!

JOHN: I'II put myfoot
upyour ass,you dumb mother--

Say it! Say it!

You were going
to caII me a nigger.

-No, I wasn't!
-Yes,you were!

JOHN:
AsshoIe! How's that? AsshoIe!

You got somefucking probIem
because I'm white?

Have I oppressed you?

Have I oppressed your peopIe
somehow?

You don't Iike me
'cause you're a racist!

What?

You don't Iike me
'cause I'm white!

I don't Iike you because you're
going to get me kiIIed!

Shit!
We got Iess than a minute.

Throw this thing away.

JOHN:
We can't! It'II detonate!

Wait a second! Wait a second!

I got it!

ExactIy two gaIIons in here,
right?

Leaving one gaIIon
of empty space.

ZEUS: Yeah.

JOHN: AfuIIfive gaIIons
here, right?

Pour one gaIIon out of
five gaIIons into there...

we have exactIy...4 gaIIons!

Pour it!

Come on!

Don't spiII--
don't spiII it.

Good. Good.
We gotfour gaIIons.

You did it, McCIane!

JOHN: Get it down there!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

[Ring]

[Ring]

CongratuIations.
You're stiII aIive.

Huh?

-CongratuIations.
-Yeah,we did it.

SIMON:
You surprise me again,John.

This is becoming an ugIy habit.

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

A deaI's a deaI.
Where's the schooI bomb?

On the contrary,
you have Iots of time.

You have...

two hours and 47 minutes
preciseIy.

PIenty of time to test
those wits of yours.

Listen,jerk-off,
I got a badfucking hangover!

Now,where is the schooI bomb?

SIMON: Temper,John.

The road to truth
has many turns.

You'IIfind an enveIope
underthe rim of thefountain.

When you undertake
the trip it suggests...

askyourself this question:

What is 21 out of 42?

TARGO: We're behind.

We shouId abandon
the rest and go.

ReIax,Targo.
There's not a copfor 20 bIocks.

He's sending us
to the home team dugout...

atYankee Stadium.

ZEUS: We supposed tofind
something there?

JOHN: What's 21 out of 42?

ZEUS: Twenty-one again.
Half of 42. 42 what?

JOHN: How many pIayers
on the Yankees baII cIub?

ZEUS: Twenty-five.

JOHN:
What eIse is 21? BIackjack.

ZEUS: It's a cIub.

It's a wiId goose chase
is what it is.

Where's the nearest ''A'' train?

ZEUS: Wait,wait,wait,wait.

Some kid mightfind that.

JOHN: You're right.

MAN: Come back here...

you IittIe sons of bitches!

Hey,you! I rememberyou!

YOUNG MAN: Ha ha.

JOHN: Hey,where you going?

What are you doing?

BOY: Let me go, dickhead!

JOHN: Watch your mouth.

You going to JuveniIe HaII
for a Butterfinger?

BOY: Look around.
AII the cops are into something.

It's Christmas!
You couId steaI City HaII!

JOHN: Come on.

BOY: My bike.

That's my bike!

ZEUS:
Hey! Hey! Where you going?

Yankee Stadium's thatway!

BOY: You asshoIe!

[Horn honks]

Why don'tyou run over
everybody in the street?

ZEUS:
Whatthefuck are we doing here?

JOHN: What is itthat
WaII Street doesn't have?

ZEUS:
You're taIking in riddIes.

JOHN: What is itthat
WaII Street doesn't have?

-What?
-SchooIs.

And what do they have
a shitIoad of?

ZEUS: What?

I'II be back in a minute.

What am I supposed to do
with this?

Give itto those guys
overthere.

He's here.

Perhaps you couId be
more specific.

McCIane is here.

He's waIking toward the bank.

The bIack man
is coming toward me.

And afterwe've gone to aII
thattroubIe atthe stadium.

TARGO: Simon, kiII him.

Stoptoying with him
and kiII him now.

SIMON: OK. So be it.

May he rest in peace.

I'II inform KarI in the Iobby.

Pack upyourteam and get out.

And this one?

ZEUS: Officer...

I'm going to need an answer
on that issue.

Let him go.

Understood. Yes, sir?

John McCIane says
to give you this.

Jesus, don't open it.
It's a bomb.

-Another?
-Yeah.

Oh, I see.

We'd better move now.

Thankyouforyour assistance.

We reaIIy appreciate it.

Thankyou.

ZEUS: Hey,y'aII Ieaving
this pIace unguarded?

[Tires squeaI]

JOHN: How you doing?

KARL: AII right.

John McCIane, NYPD.

Are you aII right?

Yes...

Iaundry day.

What can I doforyou,
Lieutenant?

JOHN: It's been quiet
aII morning here?

KARL: WeII...

JOHN: Exceptforthat expIosion
a coupIe of hours ago.

Seen anything strange
happen in the Iast hour?

No. We've had cops
in here pretty steady...

since the subway thing.

We were going to make a round
on the vauItfIoor...

if you wantto tag aIong.

JOHN: Sure. Think I wiII.

KARL:
What do you think of this heat?

JOHN: Indian summer, huh?

KARL: FeeIs Iike it's going to
rain Iike dogs and cats Iater.

Here's one of your guys.

Detective, uh, Otto, isn't it?

JOHN: John McCIane.

KARL: Mike, how you doing?

I keepteIIing myself...

I'm going to take the stairs
justforthe exercise...

but on a hot day Iike this...

it seems I aIways end up
riding the Iift.

Whatwas the Iottery number
Iast night?

You pIay the Iottery? No?

My wife buys me two tickets
every week.

PIays the same two numbers
aII the time.

I say, ''Why don'tyou pIay
a different number?''

She goes,
''Those are my Iucky numbers.''

I gotthe tickets right here--

JOHN:
Putthatfucking gun down!

Put it down now!

Put it down!

ZEUS: HeIIo!

Anybody down here?

Freeze! Putyourfucking hands
in the air!

No,John! No! No!

It's me!

You aImost gave me
a heart attack.

ZEUS: You aII right?

-Huh?
-You aII right?!

JOHN: Yeah. It's not my bIood.

ZEUS: What's going on?

JOHN: Go take a Iook.

ZEUS: Hey, McCIane.

Where the heII is everybody?

JOHN: Simonfucking says!

I shouId've seen it coming
a miIe away.

This was never about revenge.
It's about a goddamn heist.

ZEUS: Whatwas in the room?

JOHN: This.

ZEUS: What is this?

Oh, shit! Is this goId?

JOHN: Yeah, it's goId.

ZEUS: Damn,this is heavy!

They cIeaned out
a whoIe room of this?

JOHN: Yeah.

ZEUS:
ThatwouId take a tank or...

JOHN: Or a dumptruck.

Fourteen great big dumptrucks.

ZEUS: We aImost got hit
by a dumptruck.

Damn! SIow down!

JOHN: Putthat shit down.

ZEUS: Nofucking way.

JOHN: They ain't gonna
Ietyou keep it.

ZEUS: We'II see.

JOHN: We'II need a car.

Can you hot-wire this?

Of course I can.
I'm an eIectrician.

OnIy probIem is...

[Motor starts]

takes toofucking Iong.

[Tires squeaI]

[Horn honks]

[Tires screech]

JOHN: Not on the bridge!

Down there, McCIane! The FDR!

Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

Oh, shit!

What?

Shotthe phone.

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

I don't have a cIue.

What aboutYankee stadium?

We'II getthere,
afterwe stop him.

-[Horn honks]
-Jesus Christ!

Who do you thinkyou are, Iady--
HiIIary CIinton?

That's it! CIinton.
The 42nd president.

She'd be the 43rd president.

AII right, aII right,
butwho's the 21st?

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

No! Do you know?

-No!
-WeII?

This engine's shit. Step on it!

It's a Yugo.

It's buiItfor economy,
not speed.

Whoa! What are you doing?

Getting us another phone.

[Horn honks]

[Screech]

ZEUS: Wait,wait!

Who was the 21st president?

MAN: Gofuckyourself!

That guy was pissed.

He'IIfeeI betterwhen he Iooks
in the backseat.

Shit,thatwas my goId bar!

This is McCIane.
Get me InspectorWaIter Cobb.

Where the heII are you?

JOHN:
It's not revenge. It's a heist.

There's goId
in the FederaI Reserve.

They took a shitIoad of it.

They're headed north
in dumptrucks.

WALTER: Have you been drinking?

Not since this morning.

There's a Iot of dumptrucks
northbound...

on the FDR at about 70th.

CIose the bridge
and get some heIicopters there.

I couIdn't cIose
a hot dog stand now.

I'm spread aII over.
What aboutthis damn bomb?

It's got something to do
with the 21st president.

John,John,the 21stwhat?

WaIter!

Shit. Goddamn ceIIuIar
fucking phones!

WALTER:
Reach Munsen on the Triborough.

TeII him to cIose
aII the bridges north of 59th.

-Lookingfor dumptrucks.
-Dumptrucks?

McCIane says
there are dumptrucks...

headed upthe FDR
Ioaded with goId.

KOWALSKI: They don't aIIow
dumptrucks on the FDR!

-Connie!
-AII right!

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

WALTER:
K-9. Check outthe boiIer room.

Find anything, CharIie?

CHARLIE: I couId spend a week
here with an X-ray machine...

and stiII notfind it.

WALTER:
You've gotfive minutes.

Then we're moving up
to 86th Street.

CHARLIE:
Going asfast as we can.

LAMBERT: What's up?

WALTER: McCIane was mentioning
something...

about
the FederaI Reserve buiIding.

Isn'tthat near
thatWaII Street bomb site?

LAMBERT: Yeah.

MAN: How Iong do you want us
to stay here?

TARGO: The men atthe stadium.
Stay or go?

SIMON: KarI shouId've
checked in by now.

TARGO: Moment.

[TeIephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Come on, come on.

[Ring]

Stay where you are.
McCIane may stiII turn up.

SIMON: ReIax,Targo.
lf he is stiII aIive...

[DiaIing]

he won't be taIking to anyone.

It's the nextturnoff.

Hi. It's EIvis Duran.
You're on the air.

SIMON: First, I wantto say
what a great show you got.