That was pretty good back there, kid.
Thanks.
What's the matter with you? Nothing else to complain about?
No. Just...
What? What's the matter with you?
It's not funny. I'm not like you.
I can't... I can't do this shit.
What do you mean? Like what?
I'm not, like... like heroic and everything, I'm...
not brave like you are.
I'm nobody's hero, kid.
You saved my life, like, ten times in the last six hours.
Just doing my job, that's all.
Ah...
Fuck being a hero.
Know what you get for being a hero? Nothing.
You get shot at.
You get a little pat on the back, blah-blah-blah.
That-a-boy!
Get divorced.
A wife that can't remember your last name.
Kids don't want to talk to you.
Get to eat a lot of meals by yourself.
Trust me, kid. Nobody wants to be that guy.
Then why you doing this?
Because there's nobody else to do it right now, that's why.
Believe me, if there was somebody else to do it,
I would let them do it, but there's not,
so we're doing it.
Ah... and that's what makes you that guy.
Thing's flying now.
Contact Emerson. Tell him we'll be there soon.
What the hell are you doing? This whole floor's restricted access.
Stay here.
All right, come on.
Okay.
We're in.
Good. Shut it down.
Guess you were right, kid.
Okay, that's... awful.
We got company.
So, how would they shut down
the power grid?
What?
Come on!
Uh... central control room.
Okay.
Uh... fourth floor.
- Fourth floor! - Come on!
- Take the right. - Right.
Oh...
Shh!
- I'm gonna stop here for... - Just try to keep up.
I am keeping up. I just want to stop for two seconds to catch a breath.
They have these things called gymnasiums.
It's not like they're...
Come on. Let's go. Let's go!
Right.
Intel's fairly certain that the terrorists are mobile.
It's the only way to consistently avoid signal triangulation,
and judging by the amount of hardware they're running,
we're probably looking for a large vehicle,
most likely a semi trailer rig.
All right, tell the guys at Homeland Security we need every
agent, satellite and functioning network they got-- now.
Playtime's over, sweetheart.
Don't. Take your hand off the gun.
Hands up. Stand up.
Go on, now!
Let's go, kid. You're up.
Okay.
As fast as you can. Hey!
Jesus!
Oh!
That's enough of this kung fu shit.
I've known some bitches in my day,
but you are the biggest...
Okay, uh...
Uh...
Still awake, huh?
Just keep doing what you're doing.
- Okay. - How much time do you need?
Um, um... not much.
Whoo!
Are you done?
I...
Are you done?
- No, no, not quite. - What?
I'm not exactly checking my e-mail here, you know?
They ran this hack in V.M.O. , so I'm isolating their A.P.I. ,
- and just booting the host. - What? !
It means about 30 seconds, okay?
- Not the easiest thing to do when... - What the--
Fuck. Bitch!
Fuck.
Okay!
Undo everything you just did... now!
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I'm a righty. I'm a righty.
I'm a righty. I need my other hand. I really do.
I'm a righty.
One last door to open.
Do you know what you're doing?
I mean, do you realize what this'll do to the country?
Yes, I do.
Now open the door.
Okay, good.
Glad we're on the same page.
You do? I'm glad you know.
Ooh!
How you doing?
Hang on!
Listen... Iet's just talk about this for one...
- - How you doing?
That's not too tight, is it? Huh? Huh?
Damn it!
Smile pretty!
Fuck.
Motherfucker!
McClane!
Oh, shit.
McClane, get outta there!
Come on, man. Come on!
Come on, man!
Oh, God.
Fuck you, bitch!
Did you see that?
So, you stopped it, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, actually, having a gun
to your head makes it harder to do this kind of work.
- What? ! - I know that comes as a surprise.
Shit.
You can't just turn it off?
Just lock 'em out?
I'm not sure.
I... might be able to slow them down, though.
Western and central hubs are ours.
We're just waiting on Mai's end.
Hang on. Something's up.
All the security's reactivating.
I think someone might be
in the market for some cheap Viagra.
Why don't you take some of that? Now that your girlfriend's dead,
why don't you check out our sexy singles that you can chat with?
It's an e-bomb.
Hey, h-hey...
All right, all right, wait, wait, wait.
Mai, talk to me. What's going on?
Mai?
Oh, yeah.
Little Asian chick, likes to kick people?
I don't think she's gonna
be talking to anybody for a really long time.
Last time I saw her, she was at the bottom of an elevator shaft
with an S.U.V. rammed up her ass.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Listen, jackass, your fire sale's over.
So pack up your little circus,
or I'm gonna come and I'm gonna kick your ass.
You have no idea who I am or what I am capable of.
When I'm finished here-- and I promise it'll be soon--
I will focus all my attention on you.
You want to make things personal, fine.
Reroute every cubic foot of natural gas in the pipelines
to that station.
Can you get Bowman on this thing?
Sure. I can get anyone.
Do it.
Now?
Yeah. Now.
Please, no...
It's Thomas Gabriel.
Shit.
You know this guy? !
I worked with him. He was D.O.D.'s chief programmer
for infrastructure security.
After 9/11, he's the guy that told Joint Chiefs
the system was vulnerable.
He was pushing for total overhaul, but they wouldn't listen.
Gabriel's not exactly people-friendly.
You think so?
When he tried to go public,
they crucified him...
destroyed his reputation.
- Froze assets. After that, - Uh...
he disappeared.
We got a pretty serious problem.
Wh... hold on one minute. What?
I think we need to get out of here right now.
They're sending the gas lines here.
Gas lines? What gas lines?
Christ.
Oh...
all of them. See that?
Those flashing arrows? That's not good.
All that's coming here?
Yeah, I think we gotta go.
He-Hey, listen, I gotta go, I gotta go.
Just find Thomas Gabriel.
McClane? McClane?
Let's go. Let's go. Finish this up!
Right now. Finish it up. Come on. Let's go!
Get in there!
You okay?
Let's go, come on. Got to get out of here.
What's the point?
Knock that off. Come on.
This has something to do with that code you wrote for them. All right? Now think.
Come on. Help us win.
Win?
When do we start winning? Huh?
Take a look around. Are you out of your mind?
Does it look like we're even close to winning?
We just got the shit kicked out of us.
What, do you think I'm holding out on you,
there's something I'm just not telling you?
If I knew what they wanted, I would tell you.
I would happily tell you.
Jesus.
The Warlock.
Oh, great. Ah!
There goes the cell phone.
They knock the satellites out of the skies now?
No, your battery ran out.
- Listen, we should go see him. - Who?
The Warlock, we should drive to his house. He's not that far away.
- He's in Baltimore. - Can't go to Warlock's house.
Hey, hey, hey, you want me to help you.
This is me helping you.
Okay? Trust me.
We got to go see the Warlock.
It's our only hope.
How do you feel about flying?
Uh, about what?
You mean like with a pilot?
Just stick it in the round thing.
What brown thing?
Here, put these on.
Just stick it in there.
- That'll work. -
You okay?
Uh, yeah, I'm just kind of afraid of flying...
Yeah, I used to be terrified of flying.
Really?
Yeah. Took some lessons.
You know, face your fears, that kind of thing.
Yeah? Did it help?
Not really.
Is it...
Is it supposed to make that sound?
Yeah.
Maybe we should just drive.
It'll be fun, it'll be like a road trip.
Just take it easy. They say taking off is the hardest part.
Really? I... I heard...
To be honest, I missed a couple of classes.
Ha-ha-ha. You did, really?
But you have your license, right? I mean, you can fly one of these, right?
- Oh... - Hey! Here we go.
- Hey. - We're up.
Oh, God.
Okay. That's good. That's pretty good.
Jesus, look at that.
This whole area is blacked out.
How we going to find Warlock's house?
Um, it's probably gonna be the one with the lights still on.
Power outage keeps spreading.
About half the East Coast has already gone down.
BOWMAN: All right.
Put everything on emergency generators.
How the hell are they getting past us?
Uh, okay.
Uh, down there, down there, I see it.
- Down there? - Left, left, down.
We're gonna land there? We're gonna land down there?
- All right, hang on. - Okay, okay.
Oh...
Fence.
Fence, fence.
Fence, fence!
I see...
Watch...!
Whoo!
Oh...
Oh. Jesus.
Come on.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, taking off is the hardest part.
Let's go.
Now, there's something you need to know about Warlock.
He, he hates cops. I mean, he hates them, okay?
So just let me do all the talking.
Shit.
Hey, Mrs. Kaludis.
Um, is Freddy home?
I'm Matt Farrell and this is, uh... Billy.
We're friends from space camp.
We went to space camp with Freddy.
Freddy!
You got company.
Freddy?
Freddy, get the fuck up here!
Frederick, didn't you hear me?
Al I Baltimore heard you, Ma.
Your friends are here.
WARLOCK: Friends? What... what the...?
Come on, Ma!
How many times I got to tell you
don't bring people down here, man?
I can't see too good. Is that a young bearded Han Solo?
What happened, man? You lost so much weight.
No, dude, I gained 30 pounds. Who is that?
- Oh, that's... - You know what? Doesn't matter.
Dude, what are you even doing here? 'Cause of you, I am rockin'
five generators just so I can stay online.
And since you're being hunted by assassins,
it doesn't really make me think, like, this visit
is a very productive or healthy use of my time, and...
Hey, hey, don't touch that, all right?
C.B. radio?
A little low-tech for you guys, isn't it?
Low-tech--dude, that, my friend, is an end-of-the-world insurance system, okay?
So when the last microchip goes down,
I'm gonna be able to stay in touch with whoever's out there,
whether they be zombies or not, I'll tell you that right now.
What'd you bring your dad here for? !
- He's cool; he's into the whole gaming culture... - Nice poster.
What, like, you a big fan of the Fett?
- Oh, God. - No.
I was always more of a Star Wars guy.
- Star Wars guy. - Oh, he's kidding.
- Who is this man? ! - He's my...
Hey, Jenny Craig.
I'm not his dad. I'm a cop. How about that?
Oh, a cop, I'm sorry. Thank you very much.
Why'd you bring a cop into my command center? !
It's a basement.
It's a command center.
Don't help, McClane. I can explain.
Just tell us what you know about Thomas Gabriel, all right?
That's why we came here.
Thomas Gabriel. That's cool. I didn't know. I'm sorry.
Get out-- I want you out right now!
- Why? - Hey, hey.
- 'Cause! - Just calm down, big boy.
You calm down! This is my house.
You're going to tell me what I want to know,
or I'm going to beat you to death in your own house.
WARLOCK: Fouryears ago, the D.O.D.
recruits Thomas Gabriel to be a cyber-spook for them, okay?
First day on the job, goes in to his bosses
and tel Is them this nation's security infrastructure is wide open to compromise,
and what do they say? 'We'll take it under advisement.'
But this dude don't ease up, 'cause he's committed, like you read about,
so he breaks into a meeting of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, okay?
And using just a laptop, hacks into NORAD
and shuts down our entire defense network,
till they put a gun to the man's head
and forced him to stop the hack.
Thomas Gabriel's the guy who shut down NORAD with a laptop just to prove a point.
- You think I'm scared of you? - Just tell us how to find the guy, that's all.
How do I know how to find the guy? He's a ghost, man; he just fell off the grid.
Another dead-end.
- Come on. - Hold on, wait, McClane.
Listen, Warlock, a couple of weeks ago, I wrote...
I know, dude, you wrote a mutating
algorithmic security code
that's probably being used by Thomas Gabriel right now.
No, we know that, yes.
Can you tell us what he's using it for?
I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out.
Here, look.
The only security system in the country that I can find
currently employing that particular template
is the Social Security Administration, okay?
But they don't even use it in the main facility. Look.
They use it in this building.
Over here in Woodlawn.
- Ooh. What the hell? God. - I know, right?
' Right,' what? What the hell are you guys talking about?
- The power consumption is off the charts. - It's hot.
- Why would there be chilling towers there? - That's what I thought.
Ho.
What's a chilling tower?
See what I've been dealing with?
Large server farms generate a lot of heat and need to be cooled.
But why there?
Tell you what, guys. I don't know what's in that building,
but I assure you it's not Social Security numbers.
I got a red flag over here.
Someone's hacking into Woodlawn.
Honing in on the host server right now.
Frederick Kaludis.
Let's have a look at him.
Fat bastard.
McClane.
Where is his daughter?
We just got a trace on her cell.
You're going to love this.
All right, let's get a better look at you.
- Freddy. - What?
What the hell are you doing dicking around inside my network?
GABRIEL: McClane?
I thought I killed you already.
I get that sometimes.
You think you can, uh, find a track where he is?
- Two minutes. - Detective,
covering the camera with your hand
does not turn off the microphone.
Yeah...
I know I'm not as smart as you guys
at all this computer shit.
But, hey...
I'm still alive, ain't I?
I mean, you've got to be running out of bad guys by now, right?
Huh?
Gabriel?
Honestly, you can tell me.
I mean, how does that work?
Got some kind of service or something?
Some kind of 800 number? 1-800-HENCHMEN?
Oh, you know what? I bet you're still on hold
with 'Can I get another dead Asian hooker bitch
over here right away?'
Huh? But seriously, all that kicking aside,
that skinny little ninja chick, she was smokin' hot.
A new one of those gonna be real hard to come by, right?
You're very impressed with yourself, aren't you?
I have my moments.
Yeah?
Is this one of them?
LUCY: Hello?
- Yes, this is emergency services calling. - Oh, thank God.
- Can she hear me? - My name is Lucy Gennero.
I've been stuck for hours.
- I've been trying to call... - Hey.
Can she hear this? Lucy, hang up that phone.
Yes. Calm down, miss.
We know exactly where you are.
Everything is going to be all right.
Lucy, hang up the phone!
Please, John, I'm trying to have a conversation.
We're a bit overloaded tonight, as you may imagine,
but I assure you, we're going to get you out of there,
even if I have to come down there and get you myself.
Thank you.
In the meantime, Miss Gennero, is there anyone
you would like us to contact for you?
LUCY: Yeah.
My dad.
His name is John McClane.
He's a New York City cop.
We'll find him.
Just hang in there, miss.
We'll get to you... very soon.
Thank you.
Wow. That's a great girl you got there.
Can't wait to meet her.
What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?
Come on, John.
Make a joke.
Say something funny.
Where are you go... Wh-Wh...
Where are you going? Hey.
McClane! Hey!
Hold up. Hold on.
Where you going? What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna go kill this motherfucker
and get my daughter back.
Or go get my daughter and kill this motherfucker.
- But she could be anywhere. - Listen to me. You can't go.
Okay? Just...
go play your computer game with ' Hamhock.'
- Warlock. - Warlock. Yeah. Okay.
Either way, you should just stay here.
- I think I... - Hey, I'm doing you a favor.
All right?
It's gonna get messy.
I'll take it from here.
Thanks for your help.
Buckle up.
F.B.I., ma'am, Jersey field office.
Mind if I see your I.D. ?
Not at all.
My dad's a cop.
Force of habit.
Your father sounds like a very smart man.
Kid, can you get Bowman?
Uh, yeah.
It's completely dead.
Gabriel must have shut down
all the satellite links.
Shit.
I'm sorry about Lucy, man.
About all of it.
It's my fault you got into this.
This wasn't your fight.
You got nothing to be sorry about.
Let go of me, you bastard.
This bitch is a handful.
Are you gonna be all right?
Hey... behave...
or I will hurt you.
Oh, yeah?
Let's step outside, just you and me.
We'll see who hurts who.
You really are his daughter.
Tie her wrists.
Trey.
Gabriel wants to see you.
Is it that time already?
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll be back in a second.
No, no, no, please, please!
We're showing a breach
on an exterior vent.
Go take a look.
Don't be long. We're packing up soon.
Hey, McClane.
Do we have anything resembling a plan or anything?
Yeah. Find Lucy and kill everybody else.
I mean more like a plan, like a way to do that.
I gotta get a gun. Keep your eyes open.
Come on.
Okay, according to the layout,
uh, the chilling towers are kept on the bottom level.
- - I think mine's locked.
Okay, now it looks like we're getting somewhere.
Uh...
Okay, this looks like
it controls the cooling system for the mainframe,
which should be...
If I can just hack in...
...trip the alarm, it might alert Bowman.
Someone set off the alarms.
Yes. Thank you, detective.
I can hear that.
Find a way to turn it off.
What do you got?
We got a problem.
The alarms went off at Woodlawn.
It's got to be him.
And what's Woodlawn?
It's N.S.A. ,
a secure facility outside of Baltimore.
It's a fail-safe we built after 9/11
to back up all financial information.
The moment the networks were hit,
all the financial data
automatically began downloading
to those servers.
Banks, Wall Street, corporate records,
government funds,
all of it, basically, a backup
for the accumulated wealth of America.
All in one location?
What could Gabriel do with it?
Well, if he could get in, he could download the data,
use it to siphon billions.
Or knowing him, he could erase it all
and send us all back to the Stone Age.
Why the hell wasn't I told about this?
Frankly, uh,
it's above your pay grade.
My pay grade?
I'm in charge of the infrastructure,
you arrogant prick!
How the hell did Gabriel
find out about this, when even I didn't know about it?
He designed it.
It was his program.
He knew that hacking your system last night
would trigger the download.
Let me see if I can get a floor plan of this place.
- Okay... - Don't move!
You-- get away from the bag. Now!
Okay. Okay.
We've been waiting for you.
Yeah?
I've been waiting for you, too.
Motherfucker!
McClane!
Kid!
Matt!
Kid? !
Emerson.
We seem to have a problem in one of the cooling towers.
- Tower Seven. - Tower Seven.
- Find out what's going on. - Okay.
- Sir? - Get the H. R. team into choppers.
We need to get to Woodlawn now.
They're saying it'lI take at least 20 minutes to get the team on site.
We don't have 20 minutes.
Look, the Pentagon has jets flying CAP over D.C. Have them send one over to Woodlawn
and keep an eye on things till we get there.
Let's go.
Where's my daughter?
Russo, check in.
Yeah, I think, uh...
Russo's on his way down
to meet your girlfriend, dickhead.
Hold on a minute.
Looks like he's coming around.
It's McClane. He's on the third floor and the kid is...
Get all that?
That's right.
I'm on the third floor, but I'm coming to get you.
Time to take a nap, pal.
Kill this guy and I'll give you Mai's cut.
Shit.
My algorithm.
Okay, please get in.
Oh, please. God.
Oh, Jesus, they're going after the money.
GABRIEL: You coming to get me, John?
Is that the plan?
Yep. That's my plan.
What makes you think I won't put a bullet in your daughter's head
right now?
- 'Cause you're scared of me. - Is that right?
You think I'm afraid of you?
Otherwise she'd be dead already.
She's your bargaining chip.
Stop there. Hands up.
If you kill me, you'll never get it open.
Move away.
Move!
You know, John,
I feel like we've gotten off on the wrong foot.
And because of that,
you think I'm the bad guy, and nothing could be
further from the truth: I'm the good guy here.
I told them this could happen if they didn't prepare.
Did I get a thank-you?
No, I got a 'fuck you.'
But they wouldn't listen.
You got their attention now,
- don't you? - That's right.
I am doing the country a favor.
By tearing it apart.
Better me than some outsider,
some religious nut job bent on Armageddon.
Nobody wants to see that happen.
Everything I've broken can be fixed...
if the country is willing to pay for it.
Oh, fuck you.
It's always been about the money.
What, I shouldn't get paid for my work?
I'm working my ass off here, John.
I'm on my way to bring you a big fuckin' check.
I can't talk to this guy.
You talk to him, see if you can get him to focus.
Dad?
Hi, baby.
Now there are only five of them.
Hang on, Lucy. I'm coming.
Would somebody please kill this son of a bitch?
We have a problem.
No, there's...
there's actually no problem.
I think I just got off on the wrong floor.
TREY: This is a mess.
Wow, I'm... I'm truly impressed, man.
Hacking every byte
of financial data for the entire country would take weeks
unless you eliminated the congestion.
That's what this fire sale's about, isn't it?
That's brilliant.
Yes, it is. Please be quiet.
Asshole.
Who are you?
Matt Farrell.
Lucy McClane.
I thought your name was Gennero.
Lucy Gennero.
Not today.
Can you crack the code?
Maybe, I mean, if I had enough time.
That's encouraging.
Take them with us.
- Let's go. - Let's go.
Gabriel, Pentagon just sent an F-3 5 towards us.
Keep an eye on it.
Pulling down the go codes now.
You might want to start thinking about what you want on your headstone, asshole.
Christ.
Goddamn hamster.
Here you go.
Stay still, spider boy.
That's right.
Goddamn it!
Oh-ho-ho, no.
Seriously, you probably shouldn't antagonize them
since they have all the loaded guns and whatnot.
Listen, will you just take a minute
and dig deep for a bigger set of balls,
'cause you're gonna need them before we're through.
Wow, I know that tone.
It's just weird hearing it come from someone... with hair.
Sir.
E.T.A.: 15 minutes.
Fix it.
Oh, why? You're just going to kill me if I fix it. I know that.
Shit.
I'm not gonna do it.
Oh, no, no, no. Shit.
- Robinson is coming pretty fast. - I'm sorry. What?
Something's wrong. Robinson is coming too fast.
TREY: It's not Robinson.
That would be my dad.
Freddy.
Freddy!
It's John McClane. Look, I know you can hear me.
This is your frequency, right? 666.
Come on. Pick up the mike, Freddy.
Uh, nobody here by that name, sorry.
Hacker jerkoff!
Warlock...
I need you to do
whatever it is you do to patch me through to the F.B.I. ,
to Deputy Director Bowman.
You hear me?
Are you serious?
You want me to intentionally open up a comm line
to the head of the F.B.I. cyber division? I don't think so.
Freddy, goddamn it. They have my daughter.
I can do that. Hold on.
Thank you.
This is Central. We have a patch for Director Bowman.
Sir, Central's trying to reach you.
Go.
Bowman, it's McClane.
- McClane. - Listen to me.
Gabriel is on the 695 headed north in a hazmat truck.
Wait, Gabriel has left Woodlawn?
We're headed there right now.
And, Bowman, he's got my daughter.
Listen, this hazmat truck
is a government vehicle, so it should be LoJacked, right?
Track that down, it should take you right to them.
Give me the tag number.
All right, hang on.
Here it comes.
Golf-Tango...
five-niner-two-November.
Yeah, got it. McClane, where is Farrell?
He's with them.
Listen to me.
I'm going to go in there and get Lucy out,
but if something happens to me,
you got to send the cavalry in, you hear me?
I mean everybody.
Don't let that maniac get my daughter, you hear me?
John, don't worry.
I want your word, Bowman.
Yeah, you have it.
McClane out.
There's the F-35.
Did you get the go codes?
- Trey! Did you get the go codes? - Yes, yeah, I got the go codes.
Can you connect me to the pilot?
Uh...
Uh... uh...
Isolating his radio.
Sending him the go codes.
AV-81.
AV-81, this is marine air wing A.T.C.
Go for AV-81.
Confirmed terrorist vehicle has been located
in your sector: big rig truck.
Currently in pursuit of a hazmat vehicle.
I see them, A.T.C.
You are authorized to engage and destroy.
Copy that. AV-81 engaging.
What?
Jesus Christ!
Goddamn it!
You're shooting at the wrong guy!
I don't think daddy's coming, honey.
Hey! Jackass!
Is that it? ! Huh? !
Is that your best shot? !
Come on!
Whew.
Let's go! Come on!
- Got two more to go. - That way. That way. Go.
Let's go. Move it.
We are leaving in three minutes.
You have one.
The rules haven't changed, man.
You're gonna kill me the minute I unlock it.
- Oh, shit! Oh, shit... - Matthew? Matthew!
I really need you to pay attention.
The rules can always change.
Okay, wait.
I'm gonna shoot her in ten seconds.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Nine... - I can't.
eight...
I can't.
Oh, God...
Yaah! Okay!
Okay, okay, okay.
Six...
Okay, just stop. Stop, stop.
I'm doing it. I'm doing it.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Feds are headed this way.
Get everything on the plane.
- Dad! - Careful.
Don't worry, baby.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Daddy!
Hold this.
No!
Jesus Christ.
You got her?
You're sure?
It's a nice effort, though.
Matthew!
Oh, shit!
All right, okay!
Okay, I'm doing it. I know.
McClane.
Would you do me a favor?
I know the lights are beginning to dim,
but if you could just hang on
for a second, as soon as Matt's finished,
I'm gonna kill him and your daughter,
and I would love foryou to see that.
Goddamn it. Matthew?
Ten seconds, okay, ten seconds you'll have all your money.
You just leave. No one has to get hurt, okay?
A few seconds.
Stay with me.
McClane!
- Stay with me. - Dad?
On your tombstone, it should read:
'Always in the wrong place at the wrong time.'
How about...'Yippee-ki-yay,
motherfucker!'
Daddy...
Are you okay?
Yes, baby, I'm fine.
I knew you would come for me.
Of course I'd come for you.
Sorry it took me so long. It's okay.
- - Move, move!
Freeze!
Hold, hold!
He's okay.
Move around. Come around!
- Here, help Daddy up. - Okay.
Wait, wait. Oh, wait.
I think I'll just stay here
for a minute.
Okay. Daddy, you're out of your mind.
What are you talking about?
You shot yourself!
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Don't tell these guys that I did that.
- Thanks for all your help, John. - Thank you.
Is he okay?
- Should I put my hands up? - No, don't put your hands up.
- Put 'em down farther? - Yeah.
He might die of shock on the way to the hospital.
All right.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
Oh, hey.
How's it feel to be shot?
It actually feels great.
Uh, he gave me some... what is it called? Mor...
- Morphine. - Morphine.
Wow, you got your merit badge now.
Yeah... Hey, I don't know what that means.
Plus, you know, chicks dig scars.
Really? Hm.
Not that one.
What?
Don't even think about it.
How did you know what I was thinking?
Why? Did she say something to you?
I felt like we had a, um...
- kind of a vibe. - Take it easy.
That's just the morphine kicking in.
Yeah.
Besides,
after all we've been through,
I'd hate to have to beat you to death.
That would suck.
Good to go?
Yeah, we're all set.
Take care of yourself.
I'll see you at the hospital.
Hey.
Thanks for saving my daughter's life.
Hey...
what was I gonna do?
That's what makes you that guy.
Yeah.
So, uh, did he say anything about me?
Jesus, Lucy!
What? I -I'm sorry. I'm just asking.
I'm in enough pain already.
Hospital.