At this time, this is the only channel available to us.
Here is the situation. Approximately two hours ago...
- Get a load of this. - (Barnes) ..claiming to be from our tower...
..unless you hear your flight recorder access code.
- The terrorists have got all... - Holy shit. Get this on tape.
..control of everything except this channel.
Give us a second here, please.
Do not attempt to reply on your own frequencies to this broadcast.
They have already caused one crash...
- ..by impersonating our tower. - Jesus.
(Barnes) Repeat. The terrorists have cut off the two systems that allow you to land,...
..field lights for a visual landing and the lLS for an instrument.
A Special US army unit is here, preparing to take out the terrorists.
My God.
- Yo, Marvin. - Hey, you interested in a nice coat?
lt never looked good on me anyway.
You gotta get me up to the pilots' briefing room.
l gotta hear what they're saying. Which map gets me in there?
- Don't touch it! - Find the map, Marvin.
l'll find it. You'll mess up my whole damn filing system.
Pilots' briefing room, l think that's in the main terminal.
So would that be under P for ''pilots' briefing room''?
- Now, Marvin! - Or maybe under M for ''miscellaneous''.
(radio) 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. Over.
- What's the matter? - (whimpers)
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 Foxtrot Michael One.
This is Foxtrot Michael One, Dulles. We read you. Over.
Foxtrot Michael One, you are to come in on runway 1-5. Repeat, 1-5.
l found it on the floor, by the coat, next to the luggage belt.
What the hell you so excited for?
- The code's still punched into this one. - You like it, huh?
How about you give me 20 bucks for it?
- How about l let you live? - The man knows how to bargain.
This is contrary to our instructions.
We are to land at runway 1-0,...
..where we are to be met by representatives of your Justice...
Captain, please tell the tower you will proceed as ordered.
Roger, Dulles. Proceeding to runway 1-5.
(yelling)
(gunshots)
Foxtrot Michael One. Come in, please.
What are you gonna do now? Are you gonna shoot me? So who will fly the plane?
Don't worry about it. lt's not your problem.
(gunshot)
(plane descending)
Michael One. Do you copy?
Foxtrot Michael One, come in.
Eagle Nest. This is Falcon. Mayday.
Eagle Nest. This is Falcon. Mayday!
- Go ahead, Falcon. - l've lost cabin pressure. Near-zero visibility.
l must drop out of this weather and land now, on the first accessible runway.
Repeat. l've lost cabin pressure. Near-zero visibility.
l must drop out of the storm.
l can land, but l must land now, on the first outgoing runway.
Repeat. l cannot circle around to runway 1-5.
l'll make you a deal. Show me out to those runways and l'll get you a liner for that coat.
Repeat. l cannot circle around to runway 1-5.
Shit!
Stand by, Falcon.
He's coming in from the ocean, sir.
(Esperanza) A bullet damaged my instruments.
l'm not sure of my bearings and l must make a visual landing immediately.
- Do you copy, Eagle Nest? - Roger, Falcon.
(radio) That would be 2-5 right. Repeat. 2-5 right.
Make up your fucking mind!
We are just up to our ass in terrorists again, John.
2-5 left.
2-5 right.
l gotta quit smoking cigarettes.
Thank you for telling me, Eagle Nest.
But if you could show it to me as well, l would be grateful.
l see the lights. They are directly in front of me. Gracias, compadre.
Reducing airspeed. Approaching runway.
- Wish me luck. - Roger, Falcon.
We copy. We'll have you in five minutes.
That's right, asshole. We'll have you in five minutes.
(Stuart) l see your lights. ETA 90 seconds.
Come to papa, scumbag.
(groans)
Shit!
Freedom.
Not yet.
You should stay in your seat until the plane reaches the terminal.
No frequent-flier mileage for you.
- Who are you? - A cop.
- A cop? - Yeah, one of the good guys.
And you're a bad guy. Now l've got your sorry ass, l'm gonna trade it for my wife.
(gunfire)
Sit down!
- Where'd he go? - ln there.
(Esperanza) Two months of planning, and you can't anticipate one pendejo of a cop.
- Come on, General. - Where is Colonel Stuart?
- General! - l'm all right.
He said he was a policeman. l thought you had this place secured.
- He went in the cockpit. - He's going to hell!
McClane!
l assume it's you, McClane.
You're quite a little soldier.
You can consider this a military funeral!
(yells)
- How many grenades we got? - Three each!
Use 'em!
Oh, fuck.
Go!
(yells)
Oh, shit!
(Stuart) You lucky fuck.
(sirens)
- Fire trucks, sir. - Fall back to the church. Now!
Where's the fuckin' door?
(beeping)
They're getting a little nervous back there. ln fact, so am l.
We're over Washington. See if you can get any TV to settle 'em down.
Works for me. l'll...
Writing your acceptance speech for the video sleaze awards?
- Try Pulitzer. - (PA) While waiting to land,...
..we are turning on local Washington TV. The sound is on channel three.
OK. OK, OK.
Please, sir, we may land at any moment. lf you'll take your seat...
- l'm gonna be sick. - Sir, the seat-belt light is on.
Moron.
- WZDC. - This is Richard Thornberg.
- Put me through to Ruben. - He's about to go live.
- l know he is. That's why l 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. l got one more of their guys. That's six they lost.
lf we knew how many they had, we could get excited,...
..but if they got 50 guys, it's a little early to open the champagne!
We appreciate your effort, but we don't need a loose cannon here!
What if they crash another plane in retaliation for your stunt?
They can't do that now, right, Barnes?
And if l'd grabbed Esperanza, this'd be over now.
- Maybe they're more creative than you think. - At least l'm thinking, goddamn it!
We're here to jerk off that cocksucker until he tries to take off. Period!
You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time!
The story of my life.
Major. Pentagon situation room, sir.
Pentagon. l'll take it in here. Thank you, Telford.
You men come with me.
- McClane. - Yeah, Barnes.
- You said those guys showed up right away? - Yeah.
So that must mean they're on the field or close.
And l think l know where. Come here, let me show you something.
These are the old plans with the longer runways. That's 12 years ago.
Looks like they've modified the site, moved Tra-Con phones, lLS,...
..all the underground stuff, so they could handle drainage.
lf l'm right, all of it would run along the airport property...
..and go right past this neighbourhood.
Somebody ought to get their ass kicked for this mess.
Unfortunately, there isn't anyone we can blame for the weather.
Oh, yeah? What about that porker, Willard Scott?
l should have taken the bus. At least they can pull over for food and gas.
- Excuse me. - Yes?
l was just wondering. This flight originally was supposed to be five and a half hours.
- Mm-hm. - Do we have enough fuel to keep circling?
Oh, of course. They anticipate little problems like this.
We looked at 12 fucking houses, and we're nowhere.
This is our last possibility.
- Over here there's an old church. - Let's go.
Wait.
There's the church over there.
- Could be a sentry. - He could just be out for a walk.
Then why is he going over his own footsteps?
Come on.
All right. Just stay here and get ready to call the marines.
- l thought they were the army. - Who gives a fuck? Just be ready.
- (beeping) - Oh, shit. Not now.
- Lorenzo, it's Barnes. - Where the hell are you? Where's McClane?
With me, at the community church, to the west of the airport.
Where? Goddamn it! You crazy idiot, why didn't...
This must be their operations base. Shut up and get your ass here!
Code red! Sit rep.
We got positive lD on Stuart's location. Let's move.
Our escape plane will be ready within 30 minutes, General.
lf there are no more surprises.
Gentlemen, we have a situation here.
(screams)
Ugh!
(whistles) They're over here.
Jeez, you all right? You want a medic?
What the hell you think you're doin'?! Playing John Wayne?
How'd you like to spend the night in a cell?
Shut the fuck up and do something useful. 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 l was wrong about you. You're not such an asshole after all.
No, you were right. l'm just your kind of asshole.
(beeping)
Garber, sit rep!
Army Special Forces on three sides, closing in fast!
- Another problem, Colonel? - No problem, General.
Gentlemen, you know what to do.
- Down! - Get down!
(gunfire)
General... it's time.
(power cuts off)
Come on, let's move it!
- They're pulling out... at the back! - What?
(gunfire)
Move it!
Albertson, your men around the back.
(yells)
This equipment could land our planes.
- Don't touch anything. lf it's booby-trapped... - lt is.
Got one here. Looks like C-4. The motherfucker is armed.
Clear the area. Everybody, now!
They booby-trapped the equipment. Seal it off.
Shit!
Hey, where the fuck is McClane?
Miller, take him!
l'll cover you!
(McClane yells)
So much for the element of chance.
Let's move out.
l had the bastard in my sights. l know l did.
Jesus Christ.
(Stuart) Attention, Dulles tower.
This is Colonel Stuart. ls our plane prepared?
lt is. lt's in hangar 11. lt'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 capable of confirming it yourself.
Don't ask us to gift-wrap potential hostages for you.
- Major Grant, isn't it? - If you remember me, Colonel,...
..then you remember l know the drill as well as you do.
Check out your own fuckin' plane.
We move out in five minutes. Flakjackets for everybody.
Body armour for the assault team. Night scopes for the snipers.
We take 'em in the hangar. l will pull that detonator out of Stuart's dead hand myself.
Lorenzo, take all your men back to the airport.
Seal off every exit in case they try to slip past us to break out onto the ground.
You got it.
All right, here we go.
This is nuts! Every station has people at the airport. No one has heard a whisper of this.
None of them is me. You want proof, try this.
(Barnes) Terrorists have murdered civilians...
..and cut off the two systems that allow you to land.
A Special US army unit is here, preparing to take out the terrorists.
- Jesus Christ. - (Thornberg) l want you to go live now.
Key me in from the files, a publicity shot. Steal a map 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 l come.
Telford, what was your chickenshit outfit doing while we were taking Grenada?
Grenada. Five minutes of firefight, five weeks of surfing.
- l wish l was with you guys for that. - Yeah. Me too, kid.
- Really, sir? - Sure.
Then we wouldn't have to do this.
Eagle Nest, this is Hatchling.
On schedule... and in position.
Roger, Hatchling. We are secure here.
You have a green light. l repeat, a green light.
(whistles tune)
Jesus, officer, where'd you come from, Pearl Harbor?
All right, let's clear it out, please.
Five, four, three...
(TV) This is a special bulletin from WZDC News.
There has been a plane crash at Dulles, where other aircraft still circle,...
..with no explanation from airport or FAA officials.
And now, with an exclusive WZDC report,...
..here's Dick Thornberg reporting from the skies over Washington.
(Thornberg) l'm one of the people circling our capital,...
..under the assumption that whatever problem there was below was a normal one.
But the truth is far from normal. The truth is terrifying.
Look out! Lady, look out!
Look out!
Get out of the way, lady!
This is a recording of a conversation between Dulles tower and a captive aircraft overhead.
Get out of the way!
- Lorenzo! - Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
- Where's the Blue Light team? - Stuart's rigged explosives to a remote.
- Where's Grant? - His boys are gonna kill that son of a bitch.
- No, they're gonna take off with him. - Get the fuck outta here!
When the army canned Stuart, he put his men in that unit.
- Are you nuts? That firefight... - Sideshow to buy him some time.
You are completely around the fuckin' bend. You're under arrest, motherfucker.
These are the bullets they used out there tonight. Blanks!
Jesus Christ.
This is Chief Lorenzo. l want every officer recalled...
..and in body armour and full weaponry in the motor pool in five minutes.
lt's time to kick ass.
Just like lwo Jima!
(Thornberg) We have learned that the terrorists have control of the airport,...
..a fact that the authorities have repressed.
The terrorists promise more bloodshed unless their demands are met.
Now that the Special army commandos have arrived at the airport,...
..the likelihood of a full-scale battle is dangerously close.
That stupid, arrogant son of a bitch. lt's all over the airport.
(TV) 300 people have died...
..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 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. l 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. 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 outta here?
Vito, get the fuck out of the car and get your ass in gear and help me!
Hey, Coleman!
Sam! Sam Coleman!
- Hey, Coleman! - Hi.
Coleman!
..but at least the truth is not among the hostages...
..because l, Richard Thornberg, just happened to be here...
..to put his life and talent on the line for humanity and country.
lf this should be my final broadcast...
Amen to that... Dick.
(reporter) Dick? We're live, Dick.
Where are you now? Dick?
Truck lights approaching, sir. They're here, right on schedule.
The hangar door, open it.
Clockwork.
Jeez, you give me this story, and l'll have your baby.
Not the kind of ride l'm looking for.
Colonel, if l 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.
- You should save them until we are all safe. - 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.
- Ride too rough, cowboy? - l don't like to fly.
- So why are you here? - l don't like to lose.
OK, whoa! Here we go!
l don't know about you, but l've seen enough snow to last me a lifetime.
- You don't get much of that in the tropics. - For you gentlemen, we'll import it.
Shit! They left the hangar!
Right there. Get that.
- Now what? - Get in front!
Block their path so they can't get out!
l'm not playing chicken with a 200-ton plane! l'm crazy, but not that crazy.
- (radio) Dulles, this is Northeast 140. - That's Holly's plane.
Repeat. Request emergency clearance.
l know you won't answer but you better listen.
We're down to fumes and we have to land. ln five minutes, we're coming in.
- That's my wife's plane. Take it fuckin' down! - l'm not getting in front of that plane.
How about gettin' over top of it?
This is the captain. Your attention.
We have no choice but to attempt an emergency landing.
Fasten your seat belts and assume crash positions,...
- ..as instructed by your cabin attendants. - Let's have the emergency check list.
Attention, all air traffic in Dulles area. This is Northeast 140.
We are attempting an emergency landing.
l don't wanna die. l don't wanna die.
l'm sorry. l'm sorry.
God!
(whimpers)
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
- Hang on! - What are you doing?
You wanted a story. Nice and easy, boys. Get me in low!
- Bring me down! - (Coleman) You'll get yourself killed!
Bring it in low. Keep over the wing.
Lower!
John, what the fuck are you doin' out on the wing of this plane?
Damn!
Mierda. There's something wrong.
The ailerons. We can't take off.
Hijo de puta. lt's McClane again.
Son of a bitch!
- l'll do him. - This time, do it right.
Just get us in the air, General. You're the only man who can do it.
Don't shoot. That wing is fully fuelled.
Too bad, McClane. l kinda liked you.
l got enough friends.
OK, McClane. Time for the main event.
You motherfucker!
(yells)
(Stuart laughs)
How's it goin'?
Bon voyage!
Happy landings, asshole!
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
Whoa!
(laughs)
(roars)
Holly!
Here's your fuckin' landing light!
(whoops)
(whispers prayer)
Look! OK, l see it. l see it.
They used the fuckin' fire to see!
They can all do that. Let's tell 'em.
They already know. Listen.
(radio) They're using the fire trail as a guide. If they can do it, so can we!
Whoa!
Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.
(cheering)
Holly!
(McClane) Holly!
Holly!
Oh, God. Oh, baby.
- l thought l was never gonna see you again. - That's what l thought about you.
l love you so much.
They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
Yeah. l heard that, too.
God, that's beautiful.
Yeah.
Yup. lt sure is.
l love you so much.
Oh, John. Why does this keep happening to us?
Let's go home.
Somebody help me, please!
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?
l'll be damned if l'm gonna clean up this mess!
(Marvin laughs)
Hey, McClane!
You get this parking ticket in front of my airport?
Yeah.
Ah, what the hell. lt's Christmas!
( ''Let lt Snow! Let lt Snow! Let lt Snow!'' by Vaughn Monroe)
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
lt doesn't show signs of stopping
And l 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 l hate going out in the storm
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home l'll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss good night
How l hate going out in the storm
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home l'll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
lt doesn't show signs of stopping
And l 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 l hate going out in the storm
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home l'll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss good night
How l hate going out in the storm
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home l'll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow
Let it snow
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