How you doing, Telford?
No good.
I called Lang.
They're rigging a portable decoder.
It'll be here in two hours.
My wife doesn't have two hours.
I was only transferred to Grant's team yesterday.
The regular guy got appendicitis.
Word is, nobody's better at this than Major Grant.
Attention!
Except maybe Colonel Stuart.
I want to hear about
the plane those bastards asked for.
Then I'll fill you in on my orders.
Pilots' briefing room. Now.
Keep working.
Albertson. With me.
No civilians.
What the fuck?
What is it?
The outer marker beeper.
It isn't beeping. It's talking.
Attention all aircraft in Dulles landing pattern.
This is Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes.
I have been authorized to brief you in full.
At this time, this is the only channel available to us.
Here is the situation.
Approximately two hours ago...
Wait until you get a load of this.
Do not accept any instructions claiming to be from our tower
unless you hear your own flight recoder access code.
The terrorists have got all...
Holy shit!
Our systems and now...
Get this on tape!
Have control of everything except this channel.
Give us a second here, please.
This channel is secure. Your own transmissions are not.
Do not, repeat, do not attempt
to reply on your own frequencies
to this broadcast.
These people have already caused one crash
by impersonating our tower.
Jesus.
Repeat. The terrorists have cut off
the two systems that can allow you to land...
field lights for a visual landing
and the ILS for an instrument.
A special U.S. Army unit is already here
and preparing to take out the terrorists.
My God.
Don't accept any instructions...
Yo, Marvin.
Hey, you interested in a nice coat?
No. It never looked good on me anyway.
Listen, you've got to get me
up to the pilots' briefing room.
I've got to hear what they're saying.
Which one of these maps gets me in there?
Don't touch it! Don't touch it!
Find the map, Marvin.
I'll find it.
You'll mess up my whole damn filing system here.
Let's see. Pilots' Briefing Room.
I think that's in the main terminal,
so would that be under "P" for Pilots' Briefing Room?
Or maybe it would be
under "M" for Miscellaneous.
[Beep]
Oh, shit!
Request permission to reduce sentry duty
to 30-minute rotation.
My men are getting cold and antsy. Over.
This is Colonel Stuart.
Have the men not on watch assemble for a briefing.
Roger, Colonel.
What's the matter?
Oh...
Gentlemen...
Tonight, the pattern ends.
The dominoes will fall no more,
and the ramparts will remain upright.
Sir, General Esperanza's plane
just came on the scope.
Attention, Dulles Tower.
We will be lighting up a runway.
Do not, repeat, do not attempt to land any planes.
Remember, we're monitoring you.
What do we do?
Obey.
Dulles Tower to Fox Trot Michael One.
This is Fox Trot Michael One, Dulles.
We read you. Over.
Fox Trot Michael One, you are to come in
on runway 1-5, repeat, 1-5.
I found it on the floor, by the coat,
next to the luggage belt.
What the hell you so excited about that for?
The code's still punched into this one.
You like it, huh?
How about giving me 20 bucks for it?
How about I let you live?
Man knows how to bargain.
This is contrary to our instructions.
We are to land at runway 1-0,
where we are to be met
by representatives of your justice de...
Captain, please tell the tower
you will proceed as ordered.
Roger, Dulles.
Proceeding to runway 1-5.
[Yelling In Spanish]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshots]
Foxtrot Michael One. Come in, please.
What are you going to do now?
Are you going to shoot me?
So who will fly the plane?
Don't worry about it.
It's not your problem.
[Plane Descending]
Michael One. Do you copy?
Foxtrot Michael One. Come in, please.
[Beep]
Eagle Nest.
This is Falcon. Mayday.
Eagle Nest. This is Falcon. Mayday!
Go ahead, Falcon.
I've lost cabin pressure. Near zero visibility.
I must drop out of this weather and land now,
on the first accessible runway.
Repeat.
I've lost cabin pressure. Near zero visibility.
I must drop out of the storm.
I can land, but I must land now,
on the first outgoing runway.
Repeat. I cannot circle around
to runway 1-5.
I'll make you a deal, Marvin.
You show me a shortcut out to those runways,
and I'll get you a liner for that coat.
Repeat. I cannot circle around to runway 1-5.
Shit.
Stand by, Falcon.
Here, sir.
He's coming in from the ocean.
A bullet has damaged my instruments.
I'm not sure of my bearings,
and I must make a visual landing immediately.
Do you copy, Eagle Nest?
Roger, Falcon.
That would be 2-5 right.
Repeat. 2-5 right.
Make up your fucking mind!
Oh, we are just up to our ass in terrorists again, John.
Affirmative. 2-5 right. Over.
2-5 right.
I've got to quit smoking cigarettes.
Thank you for telling me, Eagle Nest.
But if you could show it to me as well,
I would be grateful.
I see the lights.
They are directly in front of me.
Gracias, compadre.
Reducing air speed. Approaching runway.
Wish me luck.
Roger, Falcon.
We copy. We'll have you in five minutes.
That's right, asshole.
We'll have you in five minutes.
I see your lights.
ETA 90 seconds.
Come to papa, scumbag.
Uhh!
Oh, shit!
Un! Oh.
No!
Freedom.
Not yet.
[Cocks Gun]
You're supposed to stay in your seat
until the plane reaches the terminal.
No frequent-flier mileage for you.
Who are you?
A cop.
A cop?
Yeah, one of the good guys.
You're one of the bad guys,
and now that I got your sorry ass,
I'm going to trade it for my wife.
[Gunfire]
Sit down!
Go in!
Where did he go?
In there.
[Esperanza] I don't believe this.
Two months of planning,
and you can't anticipate one pendejo of a cop.
Come on, General.
Where the hell is Colonel Stuart?
General!
Ah! I'm all right.
He said he was a policeman.
I thought you had this place secured.
He went in the cockpit.
He's going to hell!
McClane!
I assume it's you, McClane.
You're quite a little soldier.
You can consider this a military funeral!
Aah!
How many grenades we got?
Three each!
Use them!
Oh, my...
Go!
Aah!
Oh, shit!
You lucky fuck.
[Siren]
Fire trucks, sir.
Fall back to the church. Now!
Where's the fucking door?
[Beep]
They're getting a little nervous back there.
In fact, so am I.
We're right over Washington.
See if you can get any TV.
That will settle them down.
Works for me. I'll...
[Beeping]
Writing your acceptance speech
for the Video Sleaze Awards?
Try Pulitzer.
Ladies and gentlemen,
while waiting to land, our cabin attendants
are turning on local Washington broadcasting.
The sound is on channel three.
O.K.
O.K., O.K.
Please, sir, we may land at any moment.
If you'll take your seat...
I'm going to be sick.
Excuse me. I'm going to be sick.
Sir, the seat belt light is on.
Moron.
WZDC.
Yes, this is Richard Thornberg.
Put me through to Ruben in the newsroom.
Uh, he's about to go live.
I know he's about to go on.
That's why I need him.
You'll have to hold on...
Put me through, Celia,
or start typing your resume.
Esperanza's down...
But he's hurt.
He took a round in his shoulder.
Plus I got one more of their guys.
That's six they lost altogether.
Maybe if we knew how many they had to start with,
we could get excited,
but if they got 50 guys,
it's a little early to break out the champagne!
Now, we appreciate your effort, McClane,
but we don't need a loose cannon on this deck!
What if they decide to crash another plane
in retaliation for your little stunt?
They can't do that anymore, right, Barnes?
Besides, if I grabbed Esperanza,
this would all be over by now.
Well, maybe they're just a little bit more creative
than you think!
Well, at least I'm thinking, goddamn it!
Listen, you wise-ass,
we're here to jerk off that cocksucker
until he tries to take off.
Period!
Now, you're the wrong guy
in the wrong place at the wrong time!
The story of my life.
Major,
Pentagon situation room, sir!
Pentagon.
I'll take it in here.
Thank you, Telford.
You men come with me.
McClane.
Yeah, Barnes.
You said those guys
showed up out there right away?
Yeah.
That means they're on the field or close,
and I think I know where.
Come here. Let me show you something.
These are the old plans
when the longer runways went in.
That's 12 years ago.
Looks like they've done some modifications on site...
moved Tra Con phones, I LS,
all the underground stuff
so they could handle drainage.
If I'm right,
all of it would run right along the airport property
and go right past this neighborhood.
We should have been on the ground two hours ago!
I understand, but if you just relax...
It's hopeless.
Somebody ought to get their ass kicked for this mess,
that's for sure.
Well, unfortunately,
there really isn't anyone we can blame for the weather.
Oh, yeah? What about that porker Willard Scott?
I should have taken the bus.
At least they can pull over for food and gas.
Excuse me.
Yes?
I was just wondering.
This flight originally
was supposed to be 51/2 hours, right?
Mm-hmm.
Do we have enough fuel
to keep circling like this?
Oh, of course.
They anticipate little problems like this.
Barnes, we looked at 12 fucking houses,
and we're nowhere.
This is our last possibility.
Over here there's an old church.
Let's go.
Wait.
There's the church over there.
Could be a sentry.
And he could just be out for a walk.
Then why is he going over his own footsteps?
Come on.
All right.
Just stay here and get ready to call the marines.
I thought they were the army.
Who gives a fuck? Just be ready.
[Beeping]
Oh, shit.
Not now.
Aah!
Lorenzo, it's Barnes.
Barnes, where the hell did you go?
Where's McClane?
He's with me.
We're at the Hidey Lake Community Church
on the west side of the airport.
You're where? Goddamn it!
You crazy idiot, why didn't...
This must be their base of operations.
Shut up and get your ass over here!
Move it!
Code red! Sit rep.
We got positive I.D. On Stuart's location.
Let's move.
Yo!
Our escape plane will be ready
within 30 minutes, General.
If there are no more surprises.
Gentlemen, we have a situation here.
Aah!
Oh!
[Whistle]
Over here.
Jeez, McClane, you all right? You want a medic?
What the hell you think you're doing out there,
playing John Wayne?
How would you like to spend the night in a cell?
Lorenzo, shut the fuck up and do something useful.
Go seal off the street.
Hey, you can't talk to me like that.
Oh, no, Carmine?
Sergeant, get this bureaucrat
out of Mr. McClane's face now.
With pleasure, sir.
Major...
the men are in position, sir.
Close up the back. Then we go in.
Fire only on my order.
Roger that, sir.
Guess I was wrong about you.
You're not such an asshole after all.
No, you were right.
I'm just your kind of asshole.
[Beeping]
Garber, sit rep!
Army Special Forces on three sides,
closing in fast around the back!
Another problem, Colonel?
No problem, General.
Gentlemen, you know what to do.
Down!
Get down! Get down!
[Beeping]
General... it's time.
[Power Cuts Off]
[Beeping]
Come on, let's move it!
They're pulling out out the back!
Move it!
Albertson, take your men around the back.
Aah!
This equipment, it could land our planes.
There were trip wires outside. They could have booby-trapped...
They did.
Got one here, too.
Looks like C-4. The motherfucker is armed.
Clear the area! Everybody, now!
They booby-trapped all the equipment.
Seal off the building!
Shit!
Post sentries. No civilians allowed.
Hey, where the fuck is McClane?
Miller, take him!
I'll cover you!
Aah!
So much for the element of chance.
Let's move out.
Ohh...
I had the bastard in my sights.
I know I did.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Attention, Tower. Attention, Dulles Tower.
This is Colonel Stuart. Is our plane prepared?
It is. It's in hangar 11.
It's the most remote building we've got.
We're on our way.
Have a ground crew there to confirm the condition
of the plane.
Do you believe the balls on this son of a bitch?
Colonel, you're quite capable of confirming it yourself.
Now, please, don't ask us
to gift-wrap potential hostages for you.
Major Grant, isn't it?
If you remember me, Colonel,
then you remember I know the drill as well as you do.
Check out your own fucking plane.
We move out in five minutes.
Flak jackets for everybody.
Body armor for the assault team.
Night scopes for the snipers.
We will take them in the hangar,
and I will pull that detonator
out of Stuart's dead fucking hand myself.
Take all your men back to the airport.
Seal off every exit
in case they try to slip past us
to break out onto the ground.
You got it.
All right, here we go.
Dick, this is nuts.
Every station in town has people out at the airport,
and none of them has heard even a whisper
of this shit you're running now!
Well, none of them is me.
You want proof, try this.
Repeat. Terrorists have murdered civilians
and cut off the two systems that can allow you to land.
A special U.S. Army unit is already here
and preparing to take out the terrorists.
Jesus Christ.
I want you to go live now.
Get me in from the files... a publicity shot.
Connie's got one. The maps... get one from weather.
We're on it. We're cutting in five minutes!
Tell the affiliates if they want in,
they got three minutes to shout.
Let's do this.
Network, here I come.
Hey, Telford,
what was your chicken shit outfit doing
while we were taking Grenada?
- Ha ha ha! - Ha ha ha!
Grenada... five minutes of fire fight,
five weeks of surfing.
I wish I was with you guys for that.
Yeah. Me, too, kid.
Really, sir?
Sure.
Then we wouldn't have to do this.
[Beeping]
Eagle Nest, this is Hatchling.
On schedule... and in position.
Roger, Hatchling. We are secure here.
You have a green light.
I repeat, a green light.
[Whistling]
Oh!
Jesus, Officer, where did you come from,
Pearl Harbor?
Uh!
All right, let's clear it out, please.
Stand by.
5, 4, 3...
This is a special bulletin from WZDC News.
There was a plane crash earlier this evening at Dulles,
where other aircraft continue to circle,
with no explanation from airport or FAA officials.
And now, with an exclusive WZDC report,
here's Dick Thornberg reporting from the skies over Washington.
[Thornberg] I'm one of the thousand people
who has been circling our natiors capital
under the assumption that whatever problem
was going on far below was a normal one,
but the truth is far from normal.
The truth is terrifying.
Look out! Lady, look out!
Look out! Look out!
Get out of the way!
Ho!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way, lady!
Go, go, go! Hey, hey, look out!
This is a recording of a conversation
between Dulles Tower and a captive aircraft overhead.
Get out of the way!
Lorenzo!
McClane, are you out of your fucking mind?
The Blue Light team... where are they?
Stuart's got explosives in the church rigged with a remote.
Where's Grant?
They're going to kill that son of a bitch
and get it from them!
They're not going to do that!
They're going to get on the same plane with him
and take off with him!
Get the fuck out of here!
When the army canned Stuart,
he loaded that unit with his own men!
Are you nuts? That fire fight...
Sideshow to buy them some time.
McClane, you are completely around the fucking bend.
You're under arrest, you motherfucker.
Here! These are the bullets
they used out there tonight!
Blanks!
Jesus Christ.
This is Chief Lorenzo.
I want every officer recalled
and assembled in body armor and full weaponry
in the motor pool in five minutes.
It's time to kick ass.
Just like IwoJima!
This reporter has learned that the terrorists
have virtual control of the entire airport,
a fact that the authorities have repressed.
The terrorists promise more bloodshed
unless their demands are met,
and now that the Special Army commandos
have arrived at the airport,
the likelihood of a full-scale, deadly battle
is dangerously close.
That stupid, arrogant son of a bitch.
It's all over the airport.
300 people have died...
When are we going to land?
...and unfortunately they may not be the last.
The horrifying fact is that no one is safe,
either in the planes above Dulles
or in the terminal below.
The threat of a new and higher body count at the airport
hangs over the heads of everyone,
and the holiday season of peace and love
has become a nightmare.
All right, listen up!
All units, I want you to converge on hangar 11,
all sides!
This car, McClane! Get in!
When the City Blue show up with their backup,
they'll pick up the pieces!
Now, move out!
McClane, say hi to my brother Vito.
Merry Christmas.
Hi.
Goddamn it to hell!
Move that piece of shit!
Will you move that goddamn piece of shit
out of here?
Vito, get the fuck out of the car
and get your ass in gear and help me.
Will you get...
Move that car right now!
Right there. Right there. Get that.
Hey, Coleman!
Sam! Sam Coleman!
Hey, Coleman!
Hi!
Coleman!
But at least the truth is not among the hostages
because I, Richard Thornberg, just happened to be here
to put his life and talent
on the line for humanity and country,
and if this should be my final broadcast...
Amen to that... Dick.
Dick? We're live, Dick.
Where are you now?
Dick?
Truck lights approaching, sir.
They're here, right on schedule.
The hangar door, open it.
Clockwork.
Jeez, you give me this story,
and I'll have your baby.
Not the kind of ride I'm looking for.
Colonel, if I may say so, you are some piece of work.
Thank you, Major.
You're not so bad yourself.
Congratulations on your escape, sir.
Thank you, Major.
Maybe you should save them
until we are all safe, hmm?
Sir.
My congratulations, gentlemen.
You've won a victory for our way of life,
my pride, my admiration, and a kick-ass vacation.
Now, get on board.
What's the matter, cowboy, ride too rough?
I don't like to fly.
Then what are you doing here?
I don't like to lose, either.
O.K. Whoo! Here we go!
I don't know about you guys,
but I've seen enough fucking snow
to last me a lifetime.
You don't get much of that in the tropics, Major.
For you, gentlemen, we'll import it.
Shit! They left the hangar!
Right there.
Get that.
All right, now what?
Get in front of them! Take it down!
Block their path so they can't get out of there!
I'm not playing chicken with a 200-ton plane!
I'm crazy, man, but I ain't that crazy.
Forget it.
Dulles, this is Northeast 140.
Request clearance on first available runway.
That's Holly's plane.
Repeat. Request emergency clearance.
I know you're not going to answer me,
but you damn well better listen!
We're down to fumes, and we have to land,
and in five minutes we're coming in
one way or another.
That's my wife's plane!
Take it fucking down!
I'm not getting in front of that plane!
All right, how about getting over top of it?
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain.
Your attention.
We have no choice
but to attempt an emergency landing.
Please fasten your seat belts and assume crash positions
as instructed by your cabin attendants.
Let's have the emergency check list.
Attention all air traffic in Dulles area.
This is Northeast 140.
We're going to attempt an emergency landing.
Be advised.
I don't want to die.
Just buckle your seat belt.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Lean forward.
God!
Oh!
Oh, God.
O God,
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Just hang on!
What are you doing?
You wanted a story, didn't you?
Nice and easy, boys.
Get me in low!
You got it!
Bring me down!
You'll get yourself killed!
Come back inside!
Bring it in low! Keep over the wing!
Lower!
Aah!
John, what the fuck are you doing
out on the wing of this plane?
Damn!
Mierda.
There's something wrong.
The ailerons.
We can't take off.
Hijo de puta.
It's McClane again.
Son of a bitch!
I'll do him.
This time do it right.
You just get us in the air, General.
You're the only man who can do it.
Don't shoot. That wing is fully fueled.
Ya!
Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you!
Whoa!
I got enough friends!
Aah!
O.K., McClane...
time for the main event!
Aah!
[Spits]
Motherfucker!
Oh!
Ha ha ha!
How's it going?
Bon voyage!
Happy landings, asshole!
Yippie-kai-yay, motherfucker.
Yeah. All right.
Aah!
Whoa!
Ha ha ha!
Oh!
Holly!
Here's your fucking landing light!
Whoo!
Oh, God.
[Praying]
Look!
O.K., I see it! I see it!
They used the fire to see!
They used the fucking fire to see!
They can all do that. Tell them.
They already know.
We had a visual on Northeasterrs landing.
Listen.
We're following the fire trail in as a guide.
If they can do it, so can we!
Whoo!
If any landing you can walk away from
is a good one, that's great.
Whew!
Oh!
Jump!
I got you!
Jump!
[Cheering]
There you go. That's it.
There he is!
That's it!
Holly!
Come on! We got you!
Oh! Oh!
Oh, God. Oh, baby.
I thought I was never going to see you again.
That's what I thought about you.
I love you so much.
They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
Yeah. I heard that, too.
God, that's beautiful.
Yeah.
Yup, it sure is.
Oh, I love you so much.
Oh, John.
Why does this keep happening to us?
Let's go home.
Get in the truck!
Let's get her out of here!
Somebody help me, please!
Oh, honey, help me up here, please.
Asshole!
Hey, Officer! Hey, come on!
Hey, hey!
Hop on in here! Get your missus in!
What do you say, Marv?
I'll be damned if I'm going to clean up this mess!
Ha ha ha!
[Siren]
Hey, McClane!
You get this parking ticket
in front of my airport?
Yeah.
Ah, what the hell. It's Christmas!
"Oh, the weather outside is frightful"
Take off, Marv!
"But the fire is so delightful"
"And since we've no place to go"
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"
"It doesn't show signs of stopping"
"And I brought some corn for popping"
"The lights are turned way down low"
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"
"When we finally kiss good night"
"How I hate going out in the storm"
"But if you'll really hold me tight"
"All the way home I'll be warm"
"The fire is slowly dying"
"And, my dear, we're still good-byeing"
"But as long as you love me so"
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"
"When we finally kiss good night"
"How I hate going out in the storm"
"But if you'll really hold me tight"
"All the way home I'll be warm"
"The fire is slowly dying"
"And, my dear, we're still good-byeing"
"But as long as you love me so"
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"
"It doesn't show signs of stopping"
"And I brought some corn for popping"
"The lights are turned way down low"
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"
"When we finally kiss good night"
"How I hate going out in the storm"
"But if you'll really hold me tight"
"All the way home I'll be warm"
"The fire is slowly dying"
"And, my dear, we're still good-byeing"
"But as long as you love me so"
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"
"When we finally kiss good night"
"How I hate going out in the storm"
"But if you'll really hold me tight"
"All the way home I'll be warm"
"The fire is slowly dying"
"And, my dear, we're still good-byeing"
"But as long as you love me so"
"Let it snow"