# Hot town, summer in the city #
# Back of my neck gettin' dirt and gritty #
# Been down, isn't it a pity? #
# Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city #
#All around, people lookin' half-dead #
#Walkin' on the sidewalk hotter than a match-head #
# Come night, it's a different world #
# Goin' off to find a girl #
# Come on, come on, and dance all night #
# Despite the heat it'll be all right #
#And, babe, don't you know it's a pity #
#That the days can't be like the nights #
# In the summer in the city #
# Cool town, meetin' in the city #
# Dressed so fine and lookin' so pretty #
# Cool cat lookin' for a kitty #
# Gonna look in every corner of the city #
#Turn round, wheezing at the bus stop #
# Runnin- ##
Alan, Bomb Squad, Special Services,
State Police, and the FBI.
LieutenantJurgensen, Plummer,
Go to St. John's emergency
in case we got any walk-ins from the street.
Kramer, get the city engineer.
I got to find out our damage report.
Bonwit Teller.
Who would want to blow up a department store?
Ever see a woman miss a shoe sale?
Ricky, you and Joe
make sure the uniforms get it cordoned off there
and don't let the damn TV crews in.
Inspector, phone.
Not now. Benson, traffic!
Get 5th avenue cleared up by 3:00,
or we got the traffic jam from hell.
Walter.
Yeah.
I think you'd better take this.
Major Case Unit. Inspector Cobb.
Said Simple Simon to the pie man going to the fair,
"Give me your pies...
or I'll cave your head in. "
You see, Bonwit's was just to make sure I had your attention.
Is there a detective named McClane there?
He's on suspension.
No, Walter. He's not.
Not today.
Who is this?
Call me Simon.
What do you want?
I want to play a game.
What kind of game?
Simon says.
Simon's going to tell Lieutenant McClane what to do,
and Lieutenant McClane is going to do it.
Noncompliance will result in a penalty.
What penalty?
Another big bang in a very public place.
What is it that you want Lieutenant McClane to do?
Simon says Lieutenant McClane
is to go to the corner of 138th street und Amsterdam,
which is in Harlem, if I'm not mistaken.
Kowalski!
Lambert! You know where to find McClane?
I kind of doubt you'll find him in church.
Well, you better find out what rock he's under...
and kick it over.
John.
Thanks.
A few more.
Jesus,John. You look like shit.
Where did we leave off with that roster?
We got three killings in Redhook the past two nights.
Put Minor on it. And Genetti.
The Mayor's Office will call before the day's out.
Next-14 dump trucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island.
14-Jesus!
Are they starting a construction company?
No, it was John's landlady
going to clean his apartment.
Insurance fraud.
That's a priority out in California.
Contractor splits the money with the thieves.
We had that out in Jersey a couple of years ago,Joe.
See what Kelly can do with it.
Hey, what was the lottery number last night?
4667. 4667. 4667.
You still betting your badge, Rick?
Yeah.
6991 every week.
6991. Lucky number.
Half the cops in New York play their badges.
How are the kids,John?
They're O.K.
Ahem.
Did you talk with Holly?
No, I didn't talk to Holly.
Coming up on it, Inspector.
Hot in here, or am I just scared to death?
Make sure the gun's secure.
Yeah. It's good.
You're the first woman since Holly
to see me do this.
I'm honored.
Yeah...
So was she.
So... where's the backup going to be?
We're going to draw back to 128th street.
What?
10 blocks? You fucking kidding me?
Oh, man. That's just great.
Walter, what is all this about, huh?
If we don't do what this guy says,
he'll blow up another place.
Well, why me?
I have no idea. He just said it had to be you.
It's nice to be needed.
Frankly,John-
Hey, Walter, how about you mind your fucking business
about Holly, huh?
This Simon is fucking up a perfectly good hangover.
O.K.
We'll be back to pick you up
in 15 minutes.
Take your time.
I expect to be dead in four.
Let's go, Billy!
Hey, yo, Uncle!
Come look at this!
It's 10 after 9:00. Why aren't you in school?
Tony wants to sell you this.
Tony. That no-neck dude they call Bad T?
He says he found it in a dumpster.
He keeps stealing, he'll be found in a dumpster.
He didn't steal it. Says his uncle gave it to him.
Mm-hmm. Hand me that newspaper over there.
Don't ever let people use you.
You're running all over town with stolen property.
If you get caught,
you're in trouble while he denies the whole thing.
You mean you want us to take it back to Tony?
No. I'll take it back to Tony...
with a message.
Now, where you going?
- Why? - School.
- Why? - To get educated.
So we can go to college.
And why is that important?
To get 'espect.
Respect. Who's the bad guys?
Guys who sell drugs.
Guys who have guns.
Who are the good guys?
We're the good guys.
Who's going to help you?
Nobody.
Who's going to help you?
We'll help ourselves.
Who do we not want to help us?
- White people. - White people.
That's right. Get on out of here. Go to school.
Uncle, you better come look at this.
What?
A white man in the street.
I've seen one.
Not like this.
Dial 911.
Tell the police to get up here quick.
Somebody's about to get killed.
And get your butts to school. You hear me?
Yeah.
All right.
Back off, man.
Morning.
Good morning.
You having a nice day, sir?
You feeling all right?
Not to get too personal,
but a white man in Harlem
wearing a sign that says, "I hate niggers"
has either got serious personal issues,
or not all his dogs are barking.
Hey, I'm talking to you!
You got about 10 seconds
before those guys see you,
and when they do, they will kill you.
You understand?
You are about to have a very bad day.
Tell me about it.
Sir, this is a police matter. For your own safety-
Damn right it's a police matter.
I suggest you hide your butt in my shop
till the police get here.
What the fuck?
Oh, shit.
Listen, I'm a cop. I'm on a case.
Somebody blew up Bonwit Teller's an hour ago.
Did you hear about that?
Same asshole that did that said I got to do this
or he's going to blow up something else.
You should get across the street.
Start acting crazy, like loony tunes,
like Bellevue.
Hey, Zeus. This your friend?
He look like a friend of mine?
I think the dude just escaped from some hospital,
you know, like Bellevue?
I am the...
voice of my own God.
I told the librarian that I had a bad headache,
but she didn't believe me.
I really do have a bad headache, a very bad headache!
My head does not-
Shut the fuck up!
You've made a very bad mistake.
Bouya his ass.
Ha ha ha! Ha ha!
Cut that shit off.
Fellas, fellas!
Nature boy here hates niggers.
What are we going to do about that?
Hold up, hold up, hold up!
Oh, shit!
Back! Back up!
Back the fuck up!
Now!
Come on, man, get up.
Get out of here!
Stop the cab- stop the goddamn cab!
Don't shoot me!
Get up! Come on, get up!
Back off. I mean it!
I don't want to, but I will.
Go, go!
Get the fuck out of here!
Don't stop. Don't stop. Just keep driving.
Run the red light!
Here, man. That's all I got.
Put that fucking money away.
Just run all the lights. Drive.
You got it, boss.
That cut deep?
How the hell would I know?
Just keep pressure on it.
Oh, fuck!
Jesus, right? John McClane. I owe you.
Damn right you owe me!
Know what they're doing to my shop right now?
Chill out.
Chill out? Are you trying to relate to me?
Talk like a white man.
Look,Jesus, I'm sorry-
Why you keep calling meJesus? I look Puerto Rican?
Guy back there called you Jesus.
He said, " Hey, Zeus. " My name is Zeus.
Zeus?
As in father of Apollo, Mount Olympus?
Don't-fuck-with-me-
or-I'll-shove- a-lightning-bolt- up-your-ass Zeus!
You got a problem with that?
No. I don't have a problem with that.
Downtown. Police Plaza.
Oh, ho. Oh. That's just great.
Record of all callers...
Textbook megalomania.
It's a pathological state
in which fantasies of control or omnipotence predominate.
He wants control over him,
over his actions, over his thoughts, even his emotions.
Sounds like a secret admirer,John.
Yeah. Maybe he'll send me flowers.
Everybody knows you like pansies.
It's not that kind of emotion.
This guy is ugly.
How is that?
Nothing wrong with him a shower wouldn't cure.
Beer's normally taken internally, John.
Just give me some aspirins, will you?
O.K. Hold this here.
This is Fred Schiller,John,
and he's a-
Shrink. Yeah, I got it.
Yes. I was saying that
we're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality
with possible paranoid schizophrenic-
Skip to the part where you tell me
what the fuck this has to do with me.
I don't know,
but it does have specifically to do with you.
This guy wants to pound you till you crumble,
dance to his tune, then-
Put on a dress and fuck me?
I was going to say kill you.
He's sitting on an awful lot of rage,
and it could be manifested physically if he's stressed.
Somebody he arrested, somebody he pissed off?
That could be one long list.
Fuck you,Joe.
These people don't like to work anonymously.
They want you to know who's doing it.
This name Simon is probably not an alias.
It's probably Simon or some variation.
"Simon, Robert E. Busted in '86.
Extortion. Kidnapping. 10 to 15.
Did seven years for good behavior.
Released on a state work furlough two months ago. "
Thanks. Bob Simon was a bankrupt businessman
who kidnapped his partner's daughter.
He's a fuckup, not a psycho.
The other guy's nuts.
A nut who knows a lot about bombs.
We found this in a playground.
Professional. Very cool stuff.
You know, boom.
Think you should slam it around like that, Charlie?
It's unmixed. Can't hurt it.
This stuff is cutting edge, a binary liquid.
A what?
Like epoxy.
Two liquids.
Either one by itself...
you got nothing.
But mix them...
Ricky.
Aah!
Charlie, you'll be wearing that chair up your ass!
Christ almighty, Charlie!
Like I said, very cool stuff.
With a package like this,
you get a warning.
The bomb has to arm itself.
The red liquid pumps into the clear
before it detonates.
How long before?
10 seconds, 2 minutes.
Could be anything.
But once it's mixed...
be somewhere else.
This stuff has got to be pretty rare.
Find out if any of it's missing someplace.
Livermore labs- theft over the weekend.
Got enough to make another one,Joe?
About 2,000 pounds.
Of that?
The detonating mechanism can be anything-
radio, electrical.
You could use a beeper and phone it in.
Inspector! It's him.
He's got a feedback loop on it.
A nasty little trick-
Charlie. Charlie.
What?
Want to start the trace?
Simon.
He bought a board, walked the street, and survived.
Where are my pigeons now?
Pigeons?
I had two pigeons, bright and gay,
fly from me the other day.
Why was it that they did go?
You cannot tell. You do not know.
You mean McClane.
No. I mean Santa Claus.
Yeah, I'm here.
Ah. There after all.
And your friend?
Come on. We need you in the other room.
Let's go. Come on.
They need you. Go.
Yeah, he's here, too.
May I speak with him?
Well, is the ebony samaritan there now?
You got a problem with ebony?
No, no. My only problem is
that I went to some trouble
preparing that game for McClane.
You interfered with a well-laid plan.
You can stick your well-laid plan
up your well-laid ass.
That was not smart.
There are lives at stake here.
Not enough time, Inspector.
You better hope he calls back.
He will.
Ricky, tell those people
to shut the hell up out there!
Hey! Keep it down here!
Simon.
He wasn't speaking for all of us.
That was unpleasant.
Don't let it happen again.
So what's your name, boy?
Don't call me boy.
I'm sorry. It was a poor attempt at humor.
I would send you home with a chiding,
but now I think you should join the game.
We got him. A pay phone in Oslo.
Wait. They say it's Mexico.
Norway?
Now they're saying it's Juarez, Mexico.
Forget it.
He's scrambling up the system.
They don't know where he is.
Having fun with the phone company, are we?
Simon says McClane and the samaritan
will go to the subway station
at 72nd and Broadway.
I'll call you in 15 minutes
on the pay phone outside the station.
No police.
Failure to answer will constitute noncompliance.
Do you understand me,John?
Oh, yes, I understand.
I understand you're a fucking wacko
who likes to play kid's games.
Hardly.
Hardly?
Then who are you, somebody I sent up?
What did you do, shoplifting, purse snatching...
cross-dressing, what?
You c-c-couldn't catch me
if I stole your ch-chair with you in it.
My ch-ch-chair with me in it?
Let me ask you a question, bonehead-
Why are you trying to k-k-k-kill me?
John,John, calm yourself.
Why don't you come down here
and we'll figure this out like men?
If killing you was all I wanted,
you'd be dead by now.
Simon, this is Inspector Cobb.
I can appreciate your feelings for McClane,
but believe me, the jerk isn't worth it.
He stepped on so many toes in this department,
next month he'll be a security guard.
His wife wants nothing to do with him,
and he's two steps shy of becoming an alcoholic.
One step, one step.
Now listen to me.
You sound like a real smart guy.
What is it you want?
Are you talking about money?
Well, whatever, whatever.
McClane is a toilet bug.
Now what would it take
just to forget him and live happily ever after?
Money is shit to me.
I would not give up McClane
for all the gold in your Fort Knox.
72nd street subway, pay phone, 15 minutes.
McClane and the samaritan.
If you're competent in the least,
you've found the briefcase,
so you know what I mean by penalty.
I want to thank you for that vote of confidence.
I thought it was worth a try.
This guy's a raving maniac.
He couldn't be any clearer.
He gave you clues to his identity,
he spoke German,
he called it your Fort Knox,
and he stammered when McClane pushed him.
You believe this guy really can't be bought?
The very mention of money only enraged him further.
What's that?
It's your shield.
You asking me to be a cop again?
Ricky, get him his gun.
Hey!
You didn't answer my question, Walter.
Are you done, Lieutenant?
You two better get going
to get to 72nd street on time.
Joe, they go with backup.
You got it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not going anywhere.
Simon says you got to go.
I'm not jumping through hoops for some psycho.
That's a white man with white problems.
Call me when he crosses 11 Oth street.
Hey.
Why'd you save my ass?
I didn't.
I stopped a white cop
from getting killed in Harlem.
One white cop gets killed today,
tomorrow we got 1,000 white cops,
all of them with itchy trigger fingers, got it?
Get him back.
Where'd you find that bomb?
Chinatown.
Shit.
Yo. Yo, partner. Wait up.
Hey, hey, I ain't your partner,
your neighbor, your brother, or your friend.
I'm your total stranger.
O.K., stranger.
You know where that park is
at 115th street and St. Nicholas?
Yeah. That's in Harlem.
Where do you think we found that bomb?
Listen,
this guy doesn't care about skin color,
even if you do.
What am I doing?
Cheer up. Things could be worse.
I was working on a nice fat suspension,
smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo.
Come on.
O.K. They made it to the phone,
but there's a problem.
How big a problem?
Oh, about 300 pounds.
Excuse me, ma'am. We need this phone
for official police business.
Honey, I'm a cop. I need the phone.
Get off the damn phone, lady. Police business.
Well, I never.
I can get used to this.
Find a phone across the street.
I'm the only one here
on official police business.
Don't do that shit again.
Let's get something else straight-
you need me more than I need you.
You don't like the way I do things? I quit.
All right, I need you.
I need you more than you need me.
Hello.
Birds of a feather flock together.
So do pigs and swine.
Rats and mice have their chance,
as will I have mine.
Nice. Rhymes.
Why was the phone busy? Who were you calling?
The psychic hot line.
I'd advise you to take this more seriously.
What should I say?
Simply say there was a fat woman on it,
and it took a minute to get her off.
Now,John, there's a significant amount of explosive
in the trash receptacle next to you.
Try to run, and it goes off now.
I got a hundred people out here.
That's the point.
Now do I have your attention?
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks. Every sack had seven cats.
Every cat had seven kittens.
Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives.
How many were going to St. Ives?
My phone number is 555-
I didn't get that! Say it again!
Not a chance.
But I didn't-
My phone number is 555 and the answer.
Call me in 30 seconds or die.
All right, seven guys with seven wives-
Shut up, McClane.
Seven guys with seven wives-
He said seven wives with seven sacks.
7 times 7 is 49. Tell me the rest.
A sack with- seven sacks-
Weren't you listening? What's wrong with you?
A bad hangover, for one!
All right. 7 wives times 7-49,
with seven cats-
7 times 49 is 343, right?
Asking me or telling me?
I'm telling you. 343 times 7 is...
21 and a 0... 24.
2,401. What you got, right?
Yeah.
Is that it? 2401?
That's it. Dial 555-2401.
No, wait, wait! It's a trick.
I forgot about the man.
Fuck the man! We got 10 seconds!
He said how many were going to St. Ives.
The riddle begins, "as I was going to St. Ives. "
The wives aren't going anywhere.
What are they doing?
How the hell should I know?
Well, who's going to St. Ives?
The guy.
Just one guy?
The answer's 1.
How do you dial 1?
555-0001.
001.Just one guy's going.
Hello,John.
Yeah, piece of cake.
Give us something harder next time.
But you're 10 seconds late.
No, no! The answer is 1!
There's a bomb in the trash can! Get down!
Get down! There's a bomb!
Welcome to New York.
Yeah. Get up. Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Bomb.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Yeah.
I didn't say Simon says.
It's 9:50,John.
The number three train is arriving now.
I left something provocative on that train,John.
Simon says get to the pay phone
next to the news kiosk in Wall Street station
by 10:20,
or the number three train and its passengers vaporize.
Use any means of travel other than civilian,
I blow the train.
Attempt to evacuate the subway,
I blow the train.
I call you in 30 minutes. be there.
Fuck.
90 blocks in 30 minutes in New York traffic?
It could be double that.
We don't even have a car!
Hey, hey, sir! I'm a cop.
I'm requisitioning this car for official police business.
Thanks very much. Get in.
Pretty slick. I used to drive a cab.
The fastest way south is-aah!
What the fuck are you doing?
You were saying?
I was saying I used to drive a cab,
and 9th avenue is the fastest way south.
We seem to be going east.
Where the hell are you going?
9th avenue's the quickest way-
I know what I'm doing.
Not even God knows what you're doing!
They're headed east on 72nd towards the park.
Wall Street is south!
Stop yelling. I got a headache.
The best way south is not 9th.
It's through the park.
Oh, dear.
I told you Park Drive's always jammed.
I didn't say Park Drive.
I said through the park.
Shit! We lost them in the park headed south.
Get out of here!
What are you, cr-
I got him, Connie. He's taking the scenic route.
Out of the way!
Get out of there!
Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it.
Are you aiming for these people?
No.
Maybe that mime.
Whoa!
Tree! Tree!
What's going on here, man?
Tree! Tree!
Hang on.
Rock! Rock! Rock!
McClane!
How do Catholics do their thing?
North, South, West, East.
How much time?
27 minutes.
Ha! 72nd and Broadway to Central Park South
in three minutes.
It's got to be a fucking record.
Come on, get out-
Yeah.
Now what?
We need a fire truck.
What?
To follow.
911.
LieutenantJohn McClane, N.Y.P.D..
Access number 7479.
Calling from a civilian transmitter.
Get me an emergency dispatcher right away.
Dispatch. Go ahead.
I got two officers down
at 14th street and 9th avenue! Need an ambulance! Over!
The Roosevelt Hospital is two blocks from there.
Slow the fuck down, McClane!
It's like football.
Get yourself a blocker and head for the end zone.
If you'd said Wall Street,
we could have followed him all the way.
Wrong. South of 14th street is a different hospital.
Hang on.
Time?
10:02.
We're halfway there, with 18 minutes to go.
Fuck this! Hang on.
Hang on!
Get out of here!
Take the wheel!
We should be ahead of that train, right?
I'm getting on that train.
You got to get to that phone by 10:20.
You fail, I cover your ass.
I fail, you cover my ass.
If we both fail?
Then we're both fucked.
Go, now! Get to that phone booth by 10:20!
My lucky fucking day.
Shit!
Look out, ma'am!
Look out! Look out!
Look out! Get out of the way!
This is a bad idea.
Whoa!
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
Get out of the way, please.
112 Wall Street.
This isn't a taxi. You don't understand.
Your light's on. I'll make it simple.
112 Wall Street or I'll have your medallion suspended.
What, you don't like white people?
112 Wall Street.
You got it.
Move your legs! Get your legs out of the way!
Sorry. Sorry.
Hey! Excuse me.
Hey!
Shit!
Excuse me.
Watch out!
Excuse me, sir. Pardon me, please. Excuse-
Would you step out?
I'm a cop. step out for a minute.
Excuse me, please.
Can I get through here, please?
Excuse me.
Excuse me, please. Pardon me.
Excuse me, but I'm expecting a call. I need that phone.
Use the other phone.
Sir, please.
I need to use that phone.
Hey, listen, bro, I was here first.
Bro?
Get away from the goddamn phone!
Put your hands up!
I have to answer that phone.
Shut up and get 'em in the air!
Excuse me! Pardon me!
Watch your back! Watch it!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a New York police officer.
I'm going to ask you to calmly and quietly
start moving toward the other end of the car.
- Aah! - Aah!
Go! Watch out!
Watch it! Watch it!
Go!
I have to answer
that phone.
Get 'em up!
Look, if you have to shoot me,
then you go ahead and you shoot me!
But I have to answer this phone!
All right?
I'm here.
And McClane?
He's on his way.
Uh, he's a little slow. He's out of shape.
The rules applied to both of you.
I'm afraid this is noncompliance. Goodbye.
Trust me, guys...
duck.
Get out of there! Get out of there!
McClane?
Hee hee hee hee.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Wha-
Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
You can see right down into the subway.
How many fire trucks?
You guys. You guys.
How can you see from up here?
Get in there.
Officer, tell those people to get the hell back!
We got a shitload of cuts and bruises,
a couple of concussions,
some old guy's pacemaker stopped,
and a pregnant girl's water broke, and that's all.
How you doing,John?
Still can't hear too good.
It's a miracle you're still alive.
Yeah, that's the problem,Joe.
What?
The miracle part.
What are the odds of us making it here on time?
Zip.
That bomb was going off no matter what.
He wanted it to go off right down here.
What's so special about this place?
I don't know. Something just doesn't add up.
Lieutenant McClane?
They're asking for you and Mr. Carver.
Where?
John.
John, this is Andy Cross with the FBI.
Mr. Jarvis. He's, uh-
I'm, uh, with another agency.
It's good to meet you.
This is Lieutenant McClane.
This is Mr. Carver.
Uh, we got a couple of questions. First...
do you recognize this guy?
No.
How about this one?
Mm-mm.
How about you?
Did you recognize the voice on the phone?
No.
Did you, uh,
notice any cars following you?
No.
Anybody following you at all?
Any kind of surveillance-
telephone, house, anything unusual at all?
Well, now that you mention it,
I have experienced a...
you know, like a burning sensation
between my toes.
I thought it was just some athlete's foot
or something.
We read your jacket, Lieutenant.
We were told you would be cooperative.
Cooperate with what?
We're wasting time here.
You want to share information,
how about sending a little our way?
We want to hear what he knows first.
I know as much as you know, all right?
There's a guy out there setting off bombs.
He calls himself Simon.
He speaks with a German accent.
For some reason, he's very angry with me.
Maybe you can tell me why, fellas, huh?
The first man there is Mathias Targo.
Was Hungarian army, explosives expert.
Now we believe he's working for the Iranians.
Working?
Freelance terrorism,
by contract.
Who's the girl?
Targo's other half.
Rumor is the Israelis slipped a bomb
in between their sheets.
He wasn't at home,
but they think they got her.
The second man was an obscure colonel
in the East German army.
Ran an infiltration unit,
the thing the Nazis did at the Battle of the Bulge-
English-speaking troops.
I saw the movie.
All we know of him is
the GDR medical records show he suffers from migraines.
His name is Peter...
Kreig.
Well, that is an exceptional report, fellas.
What does this have to do with me?
The name Gruber mean anything to you, Lieutenant?
It rings a bell, yeah.
L.A.
What?
That thing in the building in L.A.
Peter Kreig
was born Simon Peter...
Gruber.
He's Hans Gruber's brother.
So...
Yeah. It's that thing in L.A.
We figured he's got you fitted up for a toe tag,
and he's going to do anything
to get it tied.
Inspector!
Inspector, it's him.
Don't let him know we're here.
Simon.
Inspector.
Now, who from the FBI is in the van?
Let's see, almost certainly Cross.
Come on, Andrew, say hello.
Hello.
And I know you never run alone,
so say hello, Bill.
Still trying to butch up by chewing on your glasses?
Ha ha ha ha.
This, gentlemen, as they say,
is where the plot thickens.
I have put 2,400 pounds of explosives
in one of the 1,446 schools in greater New York.
It is fitted with a timer
set to explode at exactly 3 p. m.
Thank you.
Your silence says I'm understood.
Did you say 2,400 pounds?
Yes, but please don't interrupt again.
Simon says, if you attempt to evacuate schools,
the bomb will be detonated by radio.
Gentlemen, someone will be watching.
Repeat-one school will be dismissed at 3 p. m.
permanently, unless-
Unless what?
Unless John McClane and his new best friend
complete the tasks I set them.
John, are you listening?
Yeah.
There's a pay phone beyond hope,
Tompkins Square Park.
20 minutes, go by foot. No rush.
If you're really clever,
you'll learn the location of the bomb and the disarming code.
By the way, gentlemen,
we got something of a bargain on radio detonators.
The only problem is
the darn things respond to police and FBI frequencies.
If I were you, I'd keep off your radios.
Simon, wait-
2,400 pounds of that liquid stuff. My God!
Get me the commissioner.
He's doing a press conference.
He'll be here in 30 minutes.
Get every senior officer on the site right away.
Don't give me any jurisdictional nonsense.
I got two kids in the school on 64th street.
How can I help?
How many men have you got?
75. I push the panic button, I can get 500.
When?
2:30, 3:00.
Between now and then...
we're going to have to do this all by ourselves.
Let's go.
Tompkins Square Park is more than 2 miles away.
Get running. No radios. Take my telephone.
You get anything, call me through the switchboard.
Good luck.
Thanks. Find that bomb.
Ricky, where are they?
Right over here.
The senior man present is Chief Allen.
- Chief of what? - Transit.
Thanks, Ricky.
Gentlemen, we have a decision to make.
Chief Allen, the man who has done this
has told us he's planted a very large bomb
in a New York school.
He's told us we cannot evacuate,
but he has not said we cannot search.
I recommend we get everybody, and I mean everybody-
police, transit, sanitation, fire,
even the goddamn librarians-
and we start searching schools,
and I mean right now.
I'm talking about a thousand buildings,
and we have 3 hours and 15 minutes to do it.
I'd like to keep the media out of this
because if they get in, we've got a panic.
Are we in agreement?
Come on, guys, let's go!
They bought it.
You can begin.
Hook...
line...
and sinker.
You heard the man. Let's go, let's go.
Come on.
Go. Let's go.
O.K. Hold on.
Darlene, honey, it's me.
Sergeant Turley.
Sergeant Turley!
In five minutes, the volume in calls has tripled.
What the hell's going on?
Stop. Let me explain.
For the rest of the day,
we're handling the department's communications.
What do you mean, handle?
They're shutting down the police band.
All calls will be coming through this switchboard.
And I'm going to marry Donald Trump.
Walsh, what's going on?
Why did everybody tear out of here?
Pamela, look at your watch.
It's coming up on shift change.
The bean counters are worried about overtime.
Everybody went to punch out.
The next shift will be here soon.
You are so full of shit, Walsh!
Thank you.
What the hell?
Hey. Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa.
Detective.
Bob Thompson...
City Engineer's Office.
We'd like to get an idea of the damage.
Man, you guys really got here fast.
Well...
it's Wall Street, sir.
A lot of money here.
A lot of opinion-makers...
the mayor doesn't want to piss off, you know?
Is this it?
Holy Toledo!
Somebody had fun.
I'd appreciate it
if you'd show my associates the way down.
Yeah. Yeah. Sure.
Jimmy, you got the flashlight?
Murphy, come on. You, too.
Rick Walsh.
John Thompson.
Come on, gentlemen. Let's go.
You were at World Trade's.
You know what that mess was.
Please inform Mr. Little
that Mr. Vanderfluge is here.
Mr. Vanderfluge.
There's a Mr. Vanderfluge for Mr. Little.
Go down 20 meters.
Come on.
A lot of steam.
We snapped some steam pipes.
It's like a sauna.
The subway guys shut down the third rail.
Emergency lighting?
Emergency lights and there's some-
Hey!
No shooting!
Speak English!
Otto doesn't speak English. do you, Otto?
Where did we get this guy?
One ofTargo's thugs.
Go all the way up.
All the way.
So what's up with this L.A. thing?
You famous or something?
Yeah. For about five minutes.
Don't tell me. Rodney King, right?
Fuck you.
You know this guy Simon?
Yeah.
I threw his little brother off the 32nd floor
of Nakatomi Towers out in L.A.
I guess he's pissed off.
Wait. I'm in this shit 'cause some white cop
threw some white asshole's brother off a roof?
Mr. Vanderfluge. Felix Little,
Corporate relations.
Sorry you had to wait,
but there was a subway explosion.
It's played hell with our alarms.
I trust there's nothing wrong?
No. Good Lord, no.
Safe and secure.
You were concerned about a currency exchange.
We are not a commercial bank in the normal sense.
We're... we're primarily, uh...
governments, central banks,
that sort of thing.
Apart from the depository, of course.
Of course.
And you are in the flower business, Mr. Vanderfluge?
Back! Back!
Come on!
Come on.
Oh, no, Mr. Vanderfluge.
That's the vault elevator.
I'm sorry.
Our alarms are sonic and seismic.
Two things which do not react well to explosions.
This subway business has knocked out all of our systems.
In fact, we gave up and pulled the plug.
The repair people are downstairs now.
Good Lord.
Yeah.
Heavens to Betsy! If anyone knew. Ha ha ha.
But... I thought this was a currency exchange.
Oh, I think we go straight to the withdrawal.
Hey, Captain,
come and take a look at this.
Something's going on.
You think you can fix that?
Just a minute now.
O.K. I'll be right back.
Down!
Stay back!
Come on. Come on!
Front desk.
Get your ass down here! I'm under attack!
Just relax. Maybe you'll live through this.
Shit!
Aah!
I think he's dead, my dear.
All right. Let's see to the office workers.
Being done, Herr Oberst.
Is this where...
Perimeter secure, Herr Oberst.
$140 billion!
10 times what's in Kentucky!
Fort Knox. Hah!
It's for tourists!
Yeah?
McClane.
John, you're out of shape.
You barely made it.
We'll barely make it.
What do you want us to do?
What has four legs
and is always ready to travel?
Huh?
What did he say?
What has four legs and is always ready to travel?
Don't you have kids?
That's an elephant joke.
Whoa.
That a bomb?
Yeah. Go ahead and grab it.
No. You're the cop.
You're supposed to be helping with this.
I'm helping.
When you going to start helping?
After you get the bomb.
Careful.
I'm being careful.
Don't open it.
What?
I got to open it.
It's going to be all right.
Shit!
I told you not to open it!
I trust you see the message.
It has a proximity circuit,
so please don't run.
We're not going to run.
How do we turn this off?
On the fountain are two jugs.
Do you see them? A 5 gallon and a 3 gallon.
Fill one jug with exactly 4 gallons of water.
Place it on the scale, and the timer will stop.
You must be precise.
1 ounce or more or less
will result in detonation.
- If you're still alive in five minutes- - Wait a second!
I don't get it. Do you get it?
No.
Get the jugs.
Obviously, we can't fill the 3-gallon jug with 4 gallons, right?
I know. Here we go.
We fill the 3-gallon jug exactly to the top, right?
Uh-huh.
We pour that 3 gallons into the 5-gallon jug,
giving us 3 gallons in a 5-gallon jug.
Then what?
We take the 3-gallon jug, fill it a third-
He said be precise. Exactly 4 gallons.
Every cop's running his ass off,
and I'm out here playing kid's games in the park.
Hey! You want to focus on the problem at hand?
You said, don't say anything if you don't know!
Give me the fucking jug! We're starting over!
We can't start over!
I'll put my foot up your ass,
you dumb mother-
Say it! Say it!
You were going to call me a nigger, weren't you?
I wasn't! Yes, you were!
Asshole! How's that? Asshole!
You got some fucking problem because I'm white?
Have I oppressed you?
Have I oppressed your people somehow?
You don't like me 'cause you're a racist!
What?
You don't like me 'cause I'm white!
I don't like you because you're going to get me killed!
Shit! We got less than a minute.
Throw this thing away.
We can't! It'll detonate!
Wait a second! Wait a second!
I got it! Exactly 2 gallons in here, right?
Leaving 1 gallon of empty space.
Yeah.
A full 5 gallons here, right?
pour 1 gallon out of 5 gallons into there, we have exactly...
4 gallons! 4 gallons!
Come on!
Don't spill- Don't spill it.
Good. Good.
We got 4 gallons.
You did it, McClane!
Put it on the thing! Get it down there!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Congratulations. You're still alive.
Huh?
Congratulations.
Yeah, we did it.
You surprise me again, John.
This is becoming an ugly habit.
I don't have the time right now, Simon.
A deal's a deal.
Where's the school bomb?
On the contrary, you have lots of time.
You have...
2 hours and 47 minutes precisely.
Plenty of time to test those wits of yours.
Listen,jerk-off,
I got a bad fucking hangover!
Now, where is the school bomb?
Temper,John.
The road to truth has many turns.
You'll find an envelope under the rim of the fountain.
When you undertake the trip it suggests,
ask yourself this question-
What is 21 out of 42?
We're behind.