-Ma'am, you're not authorised to be here. - FBl. We suspect a security breach.
You can't land here without authorisa...
That was pretty good back there, kid.
Thanks.
What's the matter with you? Nothing else to complain about?
No. I'm just...
- Well, what? What's the matter you? - I'm not like you. I can't do this shit.
What's that mean? Like what?
I'm not, like, heroic and everything. I'm not brave like you are.
- I'm not that guy. - I'm nobody's hero, kid.
You've saved my life, like, ten times in six hours.
Just doing my job, that's all.
Know what you get for being a hero? Nothing. You get shot at.
You get a little pat on the back, blah-blah-blah. Attaboy.
You get divorced.
A wife that can't remember your last name.
Your kids don't wanna talk to you.
You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself.
Trust me, kid, nobody wants to be that guy.
- Then why are you doin' this? - Cos there's nobody else to do it right now.
If there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it.
But there's not. So we're doin' 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 acc...
Stay here.
All right, come on.
- We're in. - Good. Shut it down.
Guess you were right, kid.
OK, that's... awful.
We got company.
- How would they shut down a power grid? - What?
- Come on. - Uh... Central control room. OK...
- Uh, fourth floor. Fourth floor. - Come on.
You take the right.
- (door opens and closes) - Oh, shit.
Shh.
- Can we stop for... - Try to keep up.
I am! I just wanna stop for two seconds to catch our breath.
You know, they have these things called gymnasiums.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Intel's fairly certain the terrorists are mobile.
It's the only way to avoid signal triangulation.
With the amount of hardware they're running,
we're probably looking for a large vehicle, most likely a semitrailer rig.
All right. Tell the guys at Homeland Security
we need every agent, satellite and functioning network they got. Now.
Play time'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.
OK...
As fast as you can.
Jesus!
That's enough of this kung fu shit.
I've known some bitches in my day, but you are maybe the...
Still awake, huh?
- Just keep doin' what you're doin'. - OK.
- How much time do you need? - Um... Not much.
Whoo.
- Are you done? - l, uh...
- Are you done? - No, not quite.
- What? - I'm not exactly checking my email here.
They used VM mode, so I'm isolating their APl and booting the host.
- What?! - It means about 30 seconds, OK?
Not the easiest thing to do when...
OK...
Undo everything you just did. Now!
OK. OK, OK.
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? Do you realise what this'll do to the country?
Yes, I do. Now open the door.
OK, good. Glad we're on the same page.
You do? I'm glad you know.
How you doin'?
Hang on.
(screams)
Listen, let's just talk about this for one second.
How you doin'? That's not too tight, is it?
Damn it!
Smile pretty!
(creaking)
McClane!
Shit.
McClane, get out of there!
Come on, man! Come on!
Come on, man.
Did you see that?
(triumphant Iaugh and yell)
(McCIane) So you stopped it, right?
You know, a gun to your head makes it harder to do this kind of work.
- What? - I know that comes as a surprise.
- Can't you just turn it off? Lock 'em out? - I'm not sure.
I might be able to slow 'em 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.
Now your girlfriend's dead, why don't you check out our sexy singles?
It's an e-bomb.
(phone rings)
Hey...
All right, 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 SUV up her ass.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Listen, jackass. Your fire sale is over.
Just 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'm capable of.
When I'm finished here - and I promise it'll be soon -
I will focus all my attention... on you.
You wanna 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 on it.
Do it.
- Now? - Yeah, now.
Please, no.
- It's Thomas Gabriel. - Shit.
- (McCIane) You know this guy? - I worked with him.
He was DOD's chief programmer for infrastructure security.
After 9/11, he's the guy that told Joint Chiefs the system was vulnerable.
He wanted an overhaul, but they wouldn't listen. Gabriel's not people-friendly.
You think so?
When he tried to go public, they crucified him.
Destroyed his reputation, froze assets. After that he disappeared.
- (beeping) - We got a pretty serious problem.
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.
Listen, I gotta go. Just find Thomas Gabriel.
McClane? McClane?
Let's go. Finish this up.
(rumbling)
Right now. Finish it up, come on! Let's go!
Get in there!
You OK?
(coughing and spluttering)
- Let's go. We gotta get outta here. - What is the point? Man, what is the point?
Hey, knock that off, come on.
This has something to do with that code you wrote for them. Think. Come on, help us win.
Win? When do we start winning? Huh?
Look around. Are you out of your mind? Does it look like we're close to winning?
We just got the shit kicked out of us!
You think I'm holding out on you?
If I knew what they wanted, I would tell you! I would happily tell you!
Jesus.
The Warlock. The Warlock.
Oh, great. Ah! There goes the cellphone.
- They knocked satellites out of the skies? - No, your battery ran out.
- We should go see him. - Who?
The Warlock. We should drive to his house in Baltimore.
- Can't go to the Warlock's house now. - Hey! This is me helping you.
OK? Trust me. We gotta go see the Warlock. That's our only hope.
- How do you feel about flying? - Uh, about what? 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 OK? - Uh, yeah, I'm just kind of afraid of flying.
- I used to be terrified of flying. - Really?
Yeah. I took some lessons. Face your fears, that kind of thing.
- Yeah? Did it help? - Not really.
(engine starts up)
- Is it supposed to make that sound? - Yeah.
- Maybe we should just drive. - Take it easy. Taking off's the hardest part.
Really? I heard...
- To be honest, I missed a couple of classes. - Ha, ha, ha! You did? Really?
But you have your licence, right? I mean, you can fly one of these things?
- Oh, God. - Hey-hey, here we go! We're up.
Oh, God.
That's good. That's pretty good.
Jesus, look at that. This whole area's blacked out.
How we gonna 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.
All right. Put everything on emergency generators.
How the hell are they getting past us?
OK. Down there, down there. I see it.
- Down there? - Left. Down.
What? Are we gonna land down there?
- All right, hang on. - OK, OK. Ohhh!
Fence. Fence. Fence!
- Fence. Fence! - I see it.
Watch...
Ow! Ohhh!
(Matt whoops with relief)
- Oh, Jesus. - Come on.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. "Taking off's the hardest part."
Let's go.
Now, there's something you need to know about Warlock. He hates cops, OK?
So just let me do all the talking, OK?
(clears throat)
Shit.
Hey, Mrs Kaludis.
Um, is Freddy home?
I'm Matt Farrell and this is, uh...
Billy.
We're friends from... Space Camp. I went to Space Camp with Freddy.
Freddy!
- Freddy? - You got company!
Frederick! Didn't you hear me?
All Baltimore heard you, Ma.
- Your friends are here. - Friends? What the...?
Come on, Ma! How many times I gotta tell you, don't bring people down here?
I can't see too good. Is that a young, bearded Han Solo? You've lost so much weight!
No, I gained 30 pounds. Who is that? Know what? Doesn't matter.
Dude, what are you doin' here? Cos of you, I'm rocking five generators to stay online.
And since you're being hunted by assassins, this visit is not a healthy use of my time.
And hey, don't touch that, all right?
CB radio? A little low-tech for you guys, isn't it?
That, my friend, is an end-of-the-world insurance system, OK?
So when the last microchip goes down, I can contact whoever's there,
whether they be zombies or not.
- What'd you bring your dad here for? - He's cool. He's into the gaming culture.
Nice poster.
- Oh, what? Like, you a big fan of the Fett? - No. I was always more of a Star Wars guy.
- Star Wars guy. Who is this man? - He's my...
Hey, dump truck. I'm not his dad.
- I'm a cop. How 'bout that? - Oh. A cop. I'm sorry. Thank you.
Why'd you bring a cop into my command centre?
(Iaughs) Command centre! It's a basement.
- It's a command centre! - I can explain.
Just tell us about Thomas Gabriel, all right? That's why we came here.
Thomas Gabriel. I didn't know. Sorry.
Get out! I want you outta here, right now.
Hey, calm down. Just calm down, big boy!
You calm down! It's my house!
You're gonna tell me what I wanna know, or I'll beat you to death in your own house.
Four years ago, the DOD recruits Thomas Gabriel to be a cyberspook for 'em, OK?
First day on the job, tells his bosses
this nation's security infrastructure is open to compromise.
They say, "We'll take it under advisement." But he don't ease up cos he is committed.
So he breaks into a meeting of the Joint Chiefs of Staff,
and, with just a laptop, hacks into NORAD and shuts down our defence network.
So 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? - Tell us how to find him.
How do I know? He's a ghost, man. He just fell off the grid.
- Another dead end. Come on. - Wait.
Listen, Warlock, a couple of weeks ago I wrote a...
A mutating algorithmic security code, that's probably being used by Thomas Gabriel 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 template is the Social Security Administration.
But they don't use it in the main facility. Look. They use it in this building, in Woodlawn.
- Whoa. What the hell? God! - I know, right?
- What are you talkin' about? - The power consumption's off the charts.
- It's hot. It's on fire. - (Matt) Why are there chilling towers?
Hello.
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?
I don't know what's in that building, but it's not Social Security numbers.
I got a red flag over here! Someone's hackin' 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'll love this.
All right. Let's get a better look at you.
(powering up)
- (Gabriel) Freddy? - What?
What the hell are you doing dickin' around inside my network?
McCIane?
I thought I killed you already.
I get that sometimes.
- You think you can try to track where he is? - Dude, yeah.
Detective, covering the camera with your hand does not turn off the microphone.
Yeah, I know I'm not as smart as you guys with all this computer shit,
but, hey, I'm still alive, ain't l?
I mean, you got to be runnin' out of bad guys by now, right? Huh?
Gabriel?
Honestly, you can tell me. How does that work?
You got some kind of service? Some kinda 800 number? 1-800-HENCHMEN?
And 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.
One of those gotta be real hard to come by, right?
- You're impressed with yourself, aren't you? - I have my moments.
Yeah?
Is this one of them?
- (Lucy) Hello? - Yes, this is Emergency Services.
- Thank God. - Can she hear me?
My name is Lucy Gennero. I'm stuck in here. My cell's not working.
Can she hear this? Lucy, hang up that phone!
Yes, calm down, miss. We know exactly where you are.
Everything is gonna be all right.
- Lucy, hang up the phone! - John, I'm trying to have a conversation.
We're a bit overloaded tonight, as you may imagine,
but I assure you we're gonna get you out of there.
- Even if I have to come down there myself. - Thank you.
In the meantime, is there anyone we can contact for you?
Yeah.
My dad.
His name is John McClane. He's a New York City cop.
We'II find him. Just hang in there, miss, and we'II 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 somethin' funny.
(Iow whistle)
Where...? (whispers) Where you goin'?
Hey! McClane! Hold on. Where you goin'? What are you gonna do?
What do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go kill this guy and get my daughter.
- But she can be anywhere... - Listen. It's gonna get messy. Stay here.
- I think l... - Hey, I'm doing you a favour.
I wouldn't bet on me, all right?
I'll take it from here.
Thanks for your help.
I wouldn't bet on you either, so I figured I'd lend a hand.
Buckle up.
FBl, ma'am. Jersey field office.
Mind if I see your lD?
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 was my fault you got into this. This wasn't your fight.
You got nothin' to be sorry about.
(bell)
- 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.
OK.
I'll be back in a second.
No, no, no, please!
- (alarm) - 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?
Find Lucy and kill everybody else.
No, I mean more like a plan. Like, a way to do that.
Come on.
OK, according to the layout, the chilling towers are kept on the bottom level.
I think mine's locked.
OK. Now it looks like we're gettin' somewhere.
Uh...
OK, this looks like it controls the cooling system for the mainframe, which should be...
If I can just hack in...
and trip the alarm, it might alert Bowman.
(alarm)
Someone set off the alarms.
Yes. Thank you, detective. I can hear that. Find a way to turn it off.
What have you got?
We got a problem. The alarms went off at Woodlawn.
It's gotta be him.
And what's Woodlawn?
It's NSA - a secure facility outside of Baltimore.
It's a fail-safe we built after 9/11 to back up all financial information.
The moment networks were hit, all financial data 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?
If he could get in, he might try to transfer the data to a portable hard drive.
Then he'd have access to those accounts from anywhere. Siphon off billions for himself.
We couldn't trace it.
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, it's above your pay grade.
My pay grade?
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.
That's brilliant.
You two geniuses, stay out of my way.
(alarm sounds)
Let me see if I can get a floor plan of this place.
Don't move!
You, get away from the bag. Now!
OK, OK.
We've been waiting for you.
Yeah? I've been waiting for you, too.
(Ioud whirr of machinery)
McClane!
Kid?
Matt?
Kid!
(Gabriel) Emerson.
We have a problem in one of the cooling towers.
- Tower seven. - Tower seven.
Find out what's going on.
Arrivo subito. OK.
Sir?
Get the HR team to stand by. We need to get to Woodlawn.
The roads out are blocked. DC's in total gridlock.
Then get us some helicopters.
They were all pulled by the Pentagon for search and rescue.
Molina, find me some goddamn helicopters immediately.
Look, the Pentagon has jets flying CAP over DC.
Have them send one to Woodlawn and keep an eye on things.
Let's go.
(man grunts)
Where's my daughter?
(Gabriel) Russo, check in.
Yeah, I think 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! - (gunshot)
Get all that? That's right.
I'm on the third floor. But I'm coming to get you.
Don't move now. I'll send a doctor.
Kill this guy and I'll give you Mai's cut.
Je vous rejoins.
My algorithm.
(footsteps)
OK, please, God.
Oh, please, God...
Oh, Jesus, they're going after the money.
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?
- Cos you're scared of me. - You think I'm afraid of you?
Otherwise she'd be dead already. You need a bargaining chip.
Stop there! Hands up.
If you kill me, you'll never get it open.
Eccoti qui, piccolo stronzo.
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.
Nothing could be further from the truth. I'm the good guy.
I told them this could happen if they didn't prepare.
Did I get a thank-you? No, I got crucified. But they wouldn't listen.
- You got their attention now, don't you? - That's right.
- I am doing the country a favour. - (chuckles) 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.
Ah, bullshit. It's always been about the money.
What? I shouldn't get paid for my work? I'm working my ass off here, John.
Well, just sit tight, asshole. I got a cheque for you.
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 comin'.
(sighs)
Would somebody please kill this son of a bitch?
We have a problem.
There's actually no problem. I just got off on the wrong floor.
This is a mess.
Wow. I'm truly impressed, man. Hacking every byte of financial data
for the entire country'd take weeks unless you eliminated the congestion.
That's what this fire sale is 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-35 towards us.
Keep an eye on it.
Pulling down the "go" codes now.
You might wanna think about what you want on your headstone, asshole.
Christ. Goddamn hamster!
There you go.
Stay still, spider-boy!
That's right.
Goddammit!
Oh, no!
You probably shouldn't antagonise them, since they have all the loaded guns.
Take a minute and dig deep for a bigger set of balls, cos you're gonna need 'em.
Wow. I know that tone. It's just weird hearing it from someone... with hair.
Sir.
ETA 15 minutes.
There we go.
Fix it.
Why? You're just gonna kill me if I fix it. I know that.
Oh, 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.
It's not Robinson.
That would be my dad.
Freddy?
It's John McCIane.
Look, I know you can hear me. This is your frequency, right? 666.
Come on, pick up the mic, Freddy.
Nobody here by that name. Sorry.
Hacker jerk-off!
Warlock...
I need you to do whatever it is you do to patch me through to the FBl.
To Deputy Director Bowman.
- You hear me? - Are you serious?
You want me to intentionally open up a com Iine
to the head of the FBI's cyber division? I don't think so.
Freddy, goddammit, they have my daughter!
I can do that. Hold on.
Thank you.
(woman) 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's Ieft Woodlawn? We're headed there right now.
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 to him.
- Give me the tag number. - All right. Hang on. Here it comes.
Golf... Tango...
five... niner... two... November.
Got it. McClane, where is Farrell?
He's with them.
Listen to me.
I'm gonna go in there and get Lucy out, but if something happens to me,
you gotta send the cavalry in, you hear me? I mean everybody.
Don't let that maniac get my daughter.
- 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.
Can you connect me to the pilot?
Uh...
Isolating his radio.
Sending him the "go" codes.
AV-81.
- AV-81, this is Marine Air Wing ATC. - Go for AV-81.
Confirmed terrorist vehicle located in your sector. A big rig truck.
- Currently in pursuit of a Hazmat vehicle. - I see them.
You are authorised to engage and destroy.
Copy that. AV-81 engaging.
What?
Jesus Christ! Goddammit!
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!
Damn!
Come on!
(beeping)
Yaaarrhh...
Whoo!
Let's go. Come on!
That way. It's that way. Go!
We are leaving in three minutes.
You have one.
The rules haven't changed. You'll kill me the minute I unlock it.
- Aaargh! Aaargh! - (Lucy squeals)
- Oh, shit! Oh, shit! - Matthew?
Matthew!
I really need you to pay attention.
- The rules can always change. - OK, wait.
- I'm gonna shoot her in ten seconds. - Wait.
Nine.
I can't.
Eight.
I can't.
Oh, God.
(shot fired)
- OK! - (Lucy cries)
OK, OK, OK!
Six.
OK, stop! Stop, stop! I'm doing it. I'm doing it!
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
(tyres screeching)
(Trey) Feds are headed this way.
- Get everything on the plane. - Yep.
- Dad! - (Gabriel) Careful.
Don't worry, baby. Everything's gonna be all right.
Daddy!
(Lucy sobbing)
- (groans) - No!
Hold this.
Aaargh!
No!
Jesus Christ.
You got her?
You're sure?
Nice effort, though.
- Matthew! - Oh, shit! All right, OK!
OK! I'm doin' it. I know.
McClane.
Would you do me a favour?
I know the lights are beginning to dim, but if you could just hang on for a second,
when Matt's finished, I'm gonna kill him and your daughter,
and I would love for you to see that.
Goddammit. Matthew?
Ten seconds, OK? You'll have all your money.
- You just leave. No one has to get hurt, OK? - A few seconds. Stay with me.
McClane!
- Ohh! - Stay with me.
Dad?
On your tombstone it should read, "Always in the wrong place at the wrong time."
How 'bout, "Yippee-ki-yay, motherf... (bleep)!"
(sobbing) Daddy... Daddy... Daddy...
- Are you OK? - Yes, baby, I'm fine.
I knew you'd come for me.
Of course I'd come for you, honey. Sorry it took me so long. It's OK.
Move, move.
(man) Freeze!
Hold, hold! He's OK.
- Get that vehicle. - Come around!
- Here, help Daddy up. - OK.
Oooh! Wait, wait. I think I'll just stay here for a minute.
- OK. Daddy, you're outta your mind. - What are you talkin' 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 OK?
- Should I put my hands up? - No, don't put your hands up.
Put 'em down further?
Might die of shock on the way to the hospital.
All right.
(groans)
I'll be right back.
- Hey. - Oh, hey.
- How's it feel to be shot? - It actually feels great.
He gave me some... What's it called? Mor...? Morphine.
- Well, you got your merit badge now. - Yeah. 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? Did she say something to you?
- I felt like we had kind of a vibe. - Easy. That's just the morphine kickin' 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, 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, um, did he say anything about me?
Jesus, Lucy.
What? I'm sorry. I'm just asking.
I'm in enough pain already.
Hospital.
( "Fortunate Son" by Creedence CIearwater Revival)
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
But it ain 't me, it ain 't me
I ain 't no senator's son, son
It ain 't me, it ain 't me
I ain 't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh!
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house Iooks Iike a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Hey! Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, no!
And when you ask 'em how much should we give
Ooh, they only answer more, more, more!
Yo, it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, son, no!
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
It ain't me...
ENGLlSH SDH