On the contrary, you have lots of time.
You have...
two hours and 47 minutes precisely.
Plenty of time to test those wits of yours.
Hey:! Hey:! Hey, listen, jerk-off:!
Let me tell you somethin'! I got a bad fuckin' hangover, all right?
And I'm a little sick of these fuckin’ riddles! Now, where is the school bomb?
Temper, John. The road to truth has many turns.
You will 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. We should abandon the rest and go.
Relax, Targo. There's not a cop for 20 blocks.
He's sending us to the home team dugout at Yankee Stadium. Why?
Well, we're the home team. Are we supposed to find something there?
What's 21 out of 42?
Twenty-one again. Half of 42. Forty-two what?
- How many players are on the Yankees ball club? - Twenty-five.
- What else is 21? Blackjack. - It's a club.
It's a wild goose chase, is what it is.
Where's the nearest "A" train?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You know, some kid might find that.
You're right.
Come back here! You little sons of bitches!
Hey, you! I remember you!
Hey, hey, hey. Where're you going? Come here. What are you doin'?
- What are you doin’? - Let me go! Let me go, dick-head.
Watch your mouth.
You wanna go down to juvenile hall for a Butterfinger? Is that it?
Look around, man. All the cops are into somethin’.
It's Christmas. You could steal City Hall.
- Come on. Let's go. Come on. - My bike.
- Yo, that's my bike! - Yeah. It's Christmas.
- Hey, hey, hey! Where're you going? Yankee Stadium's that way! - That's my bike, you asshole!
Why don't you just run over everybody in the whole street?
McClane, what the fuck are we doin’ back down here?
Let me ask you somethin’. What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?
What, is this stuff catchin'? You're talkin' in riddles.
- No, no. Stay with me. What is it that Wall Street does not have? - What?
Schools. And what is it they have a shitload of?
What?
- I'll be back in a minute. - What am I supposed to do with this?
Give it to those guys over there.
He's here.
Perhaps you could be a little more specific.
McClane is here. He's walking toward the bank.
And the black man is coming toward me.
Oh, now that's a pity.
And after we've gone to all that trouble at the stadium.
Simon, kill him.
Stop toying with him and kill him now.
Okay. So be it.
May he rest in peace. I'll inform Karl in the lobby.
- You pack up your team and get out of there. - And this one?
Officer.
Yeah, I'm, I'm, I'm afraid I'm gonna need an answer on that issue.
- Let him go. - Understood. Yes, sir?
John McClane says to give you this.
Wait, wait. Jesus, don't open it. It's a bomb.
- Another? - Yeah.
Oh, I see. Um, oh, we'll take care of that.
We better move now. Sir, thank you so much for your assistance.
We really appreciate it. Thank you.
Hey! Y-You, you, uh, leavin' this place unguarded?
- How ya doin’? - All right.
John McClane. NYPD.
- Are you all right? - Yeah. It's laundry day.
What can I do for you, Lieutenant?
Has it been quiet like this all morning here?
- Well... - Except for that big explosion a couple of hours ago.
I mean, have you seen anything strange happen in the last hour or so?
No. And we've had cops in here pretty steady since the subway thing.
Yeah.
We were just gonna make a round on the vault floor, if you wanna tag along.
Sure. Yeah. I think I will.
Now, what do you think of this heat this late in the year?
Eh, Indian summer, huh?
Yeah, it feels like it's gonna rain like dogs and cats later.
- Here's one of your guys. - Detective, uh, Otto, isn't it?
John McClane.
Hey, Mike. How ya doin’?
I keep tellin' myself I'm gonna take the stairs just for the exercise.
And on a hot day like this.
But it seems like I always end up riding the lift.
Hey, what was the lottery number last night?
Huh? Any of you guys play the lottery? No?
Ah, my wife buys me two tickets every week.
For the last ten years, plays the same two numbers all the time.
I said, "Honey, why don't you play a different number?"
She goes, "Well, those are my lucky numbers."
I got the tickets right here.
Put that fuckin’ gun down! Put that fuckin’ gun down now!
Put it down!
Hello!
Anybody down here?
- Put your hands up! Put your fuckin' hands up now! - No, no, no!
John, no! No! God, it's me! It's me!
- Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack. - You all right?
- Huh? - You all right?
- Yeah, yeah. It's not my blood. - What the hell's goin' on down here?
Go take a look in there.
Hey, McClane. Where the hell is everybody?
Simon fuckin’ says!
I should've seen it comin' a mile away. This was never about revenge.
- It's about a goddam heist. - Wh-Wh-What was in the room?
- This. - What is this?
- Oh, shit! Is this gold? - Yeah, it's gold.
Damn, this is heavy! They cleaned out a whole room of this?
- Yeah. - You know, that would've taken like a, a, a, a tank, or a, or a, a...
A dump truck.
Fourteen great big dump trucks.
- We almost got hit by a dump truck. - Shit!
- Damn. Slow down! Shit! - Put that shit down.
- No fuckin’ way. - They ain't gonna let you keep it.
- Yeah, yeah, we'll see. - We're gonna need a car.
A car?
- You know how to hot-wire this thing? - Of course I can. I'm an electrician.
Only problem is...
takes too fuckin’ long.
- Not on the bridge! - Down there, McClane. The FDR.
Let's go, let's go. Come on!
- Oh, shit! - What?
- They shot the phone. - Oh, too bad.
- Come on. What's 21 out of 42? - I don't have a clue.
- Well, what about Yankee stadium? - We'll get there, but that son of a bitch is not gettin' off of Manhattan.
- Move! - Jesus Christ!
Who do you think you are, lady, Hillary Clinton?
- That's it! Hillary Clinton. - What?
- The 42nd president. - No. She'd be the 43rd president.
- All right, all right. But who's the 21st? - I don't know.
- You don't know? - No, I don't know! Do you know?
- No! - Well?
What kind of engine does this piece of shit have? Come on, step on it!
It's a Yugo. It's built for economy, not speed.
- Whoa! What are you doin’? - I'm gonna get us another phone.
Wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait!
- Hey, who was the 21st president? - Go fuck yourself!
- That guy was pissed. - He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat.
Oh, shit. That was my gold bar!
This is McClane. Get me Inspector Walter Cobb.
- John, where the hell are you? - Walter, it's not a revenge. It's a heist.
- What? - There's gold in the Federal Reserve, and they took a shitload of it.
- They're headed north in dump trucks. - Have you been drinking, McClane?
No, not since this morning.
Listen. There's a line of dump trucks northbound on the FDR at about 70th.
You gotta close the bridge and get some helicopters over there right away.
I couldn't close a hot dog stand right now.
I'm spread all over hell. What about this damn bomb?
Find out who the 21st president was. It's got somethin’ to do with this.
John! John, the 21st what?
Walter! Shit! Goddam cellular fuckin’ phones!
- Get hold of Munson in Triborough. - Inspector.
Tell him to close all the East River bridges north of 59th Street.
- Lookin' for dump trucks. - Dump trucks?
McClane says there are dump trucks headed up the FDR loaded with gold.
Walter, they don't allow dump trucks on the FDR!
- Connie! - All right. You don't want I should argue.
I won't argue, no matter how stupid it is.
K-9, bring it around to the back. Check out the boiler room.
Find anything, Charlie?
I could spend a week in here with an X-ray machine and still not find it.
You don't have a week, Charlie. You got five more minutes. Then we're movin' up to 86th Street.
We're goin’ as fast as we can.
What's up?
McClane was mentioning something about the Federal Reserve Building.
- Isn't that right near that Wall Street bomb site we just left? - Yeah.
How long do you want us to stay here?
The men at the stadium. Stay or go?
Karl should have checked in by now.
Moment.
Come on. Come on.
Stay where you are. McClane may still turn up.
Relax, Targo. If he is still alive...
he won't be talking to anyone.
It's the next turn-off.
Hi. It's Elvis Duran. You're on the air. What's up?
First of all, I just wanna tell you what a great show you got.
- I listen to you all the time. - Thank you. Thank you. What do you wanna talk about?
Well, you know all those cop cars screamin' around everywhere?
You know what they're up to? There's a bomb in a school.
- My cousin's a cop. - Here you go, my dear.
Somebody put a big bomb in a school somewhere.
- Seven. Five. - Only they don't know which one.
- 207... - So they're searching all of them.
- Shh. Shh. - Every school in the metropolitan area.
Holy shit.
- Doris! - Annie?
Doris, can you get a hold of my wife?
Turley! Half the goddam city just called 9-1-1!
- They're gone. - What?
- They're gone! - Who is this guy, Houdini?
Shit! Down there! Down there!
- This thing got air bags? - Your side does. I don't know about my...
McClane!
In the truck, let me see the hands.
Put 'em on the door!
Don't kill me! Don't shoot me!
- You a truck driver? - No, I'm a beautician.
Of course I'm a truck driver!
- Where are you takin' this truck? - The aqueduct.
What are you takin’ a dump truck to the race track for?
- No, the aqueduct. The aque... The water aqueduct! - Aqueduct?
See? Goes from here all the way up to the Catskill Mountains.
- What does? - That! The water pipe!
Goes for about 60 miles.
- Hey, you the foreman? - Yeah.
NYPD. You had any, like, extra dump trucks come through here in the last couple of minutes?
I'm gonna write those fuckin’ clowns up.
They better start payin' attention to work orders, or we're gonna kick some butt.
- Who? Who are you talkin’ about? - Ah, the dozen idiots who tore ass up the tube!
We're not loadin' up there any more. We're loadin’ over here.
So much for bridges and helicopters.
You got a map that shows me where this tunnel goes?
Yeah. Right here.
We run pretty much up under the Saw Mill till you get up to the Coffer Dam.
From there on, we've already brought the water down from the reservoir.
- Anybody get in or outta there? - Yeah. There's a vent shaft every two miles.
- No. I mean with a truck. - At the Coffer Dam.
You can get a truck in there. You can get there on the surface.
Just follow the Saw Mill River Parkway up there. It's about 20 miles.
All right. I'm gonna meet you right there, all right?
Wait, wait! Wh-What am I supposed to do?
- You're gonna go up to Yankee Stadium. - McClane!
Go! Get outta here. We got less than two hours.
Goddam it!
Hey! Is somethin’ wrong?
480 yards of rock moved so far.
Now, that's ten times the Hoover Dam.
Right now, there's 516 feet of rock above our heads.
This part is phase three of tunnel three.
Planning for it began back in 1954...
but construction didn't begin till June of 1970.
You know what the most interesting part of tunnel three is?
- What's that, Jerry? - The valves. Each one...
A big departure from tunnels one and two.
Come on! What a hell of a place to break down.
Hold it a minute, Jerry. Let me have your hard hat.
- You got a jacket? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here.
Wait here a minute.
Wait until he gets alongside the door.
Hey, fellas. Mickey O'Brian, aqueduct security.
Hey, listen. We got a report of a guy comin’ through here with eight reindeer.
Yeah, they said he was a jolly, old, fat guy with a snowy-white beard.
Cute little red and white suit. I'm surprised you didn't see him.
What is it with you guys and these phones?
This'll give me somethin’.
Holy shit! Is that guy dead?
- Yes, Jerry. I'm afraid he is. - Jesus Christ.
Yeah. I want you to get a hold of a guy named Cobb.
Walter Cobb. C-O-B-B. He's the head of my police unit.
Get him down here. Find him. Tell him you were with John McClane.
- Tell him to find out who the 21st president was. - Chester A. Arthur.
- What? - Chester A. Arthur. 1881 to 1885.
Nominated vice president in 1880.
Did you know he was the collector of customs right here in New York?
No, I didn't know that, Jerry.
Take care of yourself.
TV's got us. TV's got us. We gotta release these traffic guys.
No. Traffic jams we can take care of later.
- You find out what the hell is wrong with this thing! - Frequencies are jammed.
- What about Ricky? - I don't know. I can't get a hold of him.
- But, Walter, Federal Reserve. - Yeah?
Biggest gold storage in the world.
You get a unit back down there. Find Ricky. Find out what the hell is goin’ on.
- Walter! - Yeah?
You gotta hear this.
Christ, I thought we were going in the back way.
This is the back way, Walter.
In half an hour, you're gonna have a riot at every school in this city.
We'll start at the top floor. Put 20 men on each floor.
Send the other 50 men down to the basement with us.
- What about McClane? - Not a word. I'm gettin’ nothin'.
- Busy signals. - Westchester's probably worse than we are.
This is kinda puttin' all our eggs in one basket, isn't it?
- I mean, what if McClane's wrong? - Walter? - Yeah?
This is Principal Martinez. Principal Martinez, Inspector Cobb.
- How do you do, Inspector? - How do you do, Principal Martinez?
I don't want to alarm your children. I wonder if you could move them all into the auditorium and keep them calm.
We are coming to the dam. You can call the rear guard.
Rear guard, you can close up now.
We've reached the dam. You can come up now.
Nils, you can close in now.
- Nils! - Attention, attention. Nils is dead.
I repeat, Nils is dead, fuck-head. So is his pal.
And those four guys from the East German all-stars...
your boys down at the bank...
they're gonna be a little late.
John.
In the back of the truck you're driving, there's $13 billion worth in gold bullion.
- I wonder, would a deal be out of the question? - Yeah, I got a deal for ya.
Crawl out from under that rock you're hidin' under, and I'll drive this truck up your ass.
How colorful.
I told you not to toy with him.
Thank you. That's very helpful.
You've jeopardized the mission and the contract.
We are vulnerable till we reach the ship.
I'm going to put an end to this.
Stop!
Targo! Targo!
Here! Come here!
- We blow the dam. - What?
We drown him.
Walter!
Take a look at this. The janitor said this one was delivered this morning.
About 10:30, right? Not hooked up.
- Yeah? - Okay. Now take a look at the front.
We drill the hinges. Get everybody out.
McClane!
- McClane! - Where are you?
Over here!
You got a hell of a way of flaggin' somebody down!
- You all right? - Did you go to Yankee Stadium?
- Yeah! There's nobody there! - You didn't see nobody?
- No! - Nobody was followin' you?
I'm tellin’ you. He's jerkin' us around.
Oh, shit! Jesus! Come on! Come on!
"Oh, no! I didn't see nobody.
Nobody's following us."
Go, go, go!
It's not rigged. Pull it.
Well, I'd say you could call off your search.
- Can you stop it? - I shouldn't even touch it.
Who knows what kind of booby traps this thing's got. What about the code?
No word.
- When do we evacuate? - Simon says he sees one kid leave the building, boom!
Fine. There's a chance that somebody's still watchin', but we can't stand here...
with our thumb up our ass waitin' for this freakin' thing to blow up!
Okay.
- Shit! Shit! - Get your head down!
Come on, Zeus, hold it steady! Hold it steady!
- Go! Go! - Outta the way!
Go around him! Go around him!
- I found out who's the 21st president. - Who?
Some guy named Arthur.
- Chester A. Arthur? - Chester A. Arthur. That's it. Yeah.
- Chester A. Arthur Elementary School? - Yeah. That's it.
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
- Life is but a dream - Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
- Life is but a dream - Row, row, row your boat
- Gently down the stream - Life is but a dream
- Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily - Life is but a dream - Row, row, row your boat
- Gently down the stream - Row, row, row your boat
- Merrily, merrily, merrily... - Gently down the... - Hi, kids!
I know you usually have assembly on Fridays, but today is special.
Mr. Lambert here is from the fire department...
and today he wants us to practice a brand-new fire drill.
So, I want you to divide in half, and I want half of you to go over here...
- teachers will help them... and line up against the wall. - Open the door.
The other half will go in this direction. Please do it very quietly and very quickly.
All right? Everybody up, please. Teachers, please help them.
Fire drill, my ass. That guy ain't from the fire department.
Maybe it's 'cause of the radio.
You mean, like, they're after us? Nah.
- Tony squealed on us. - No, he didn't.
- Come on. - Well, where you goin’?
- Let me drive! Let me drive! - Go, go, go!
Goddam it!
Why the hell didn't you tell me before? Of course he put the bomb up in that school.
- Why would he do that? - Make sure he got your complete attention.
- Jesus! Jesus! - Find the fuse panel.
- What? - The fuse panel.
- Where's the fuse panel to this car? - It's right here! It's right here!
- Pull out the anti-lock brakes fuse. - Shit, I don't know which one it is.
Well, then yank 'em all out then.
- There. - Put your head down. Put your head fuckin’ down.
This is gonna be really bad.
Listen to me. Hang the fuck on, all right?
- Oh! Oh! What the fuck happened? - You got a triple-A card?
- Keep moving. Keep moving. - Excuse me.
I got the janitors making a last sweep of the building right now.
Thank you, Miss Martinez.
Come on.
All right, five stud, three nines, one...
Stay down! Stay low!
Oh, man!
- What the fuck are you doin’? - Interrogatin' him.
Well, what's he gonna tell you, "I'm dead"?
Well, I ain't gonna know till I ask him, am I?
Go around and see if there's any aspirins in that glove box.
No way. You do it.
Ten quarters.
The guy in the dump truck had ten quarters. Exactly ten quarters.
Well, maybe they were makin' long distance phone calls.
No. For the bridge.
- What? - It's for the toll on the bridge.
There! There! Down on the wharf.
Dump trucks. Right there! Right there!
Christ, they got it loaded on a ship already.
Shit! How about the Coast Guard?
- It'd take 'em an hour to get here. - Shit!
Shit! We can jump.
- What? - We can jump.
Outta your fuckin’ mind! It's 100 feet down to the deck!
- But not to the crane, it isn't. - The cables would cut you in half.
- I can make it. - Bullshit. Get down.
Get down. Look in the back of that car for some gloves.
Six booby traps, four dead ends...
And a partridge in a pear tree
Okay, honey.
Let's dance.
We're gonna have sort of a race. So when I say go, I want you all to run like crazy.
All of you. You follow the police officer and the fireman.
You guys are my front runners, okay?
Walter, think we're cuttin' this a little thin?
No, Joe. We're gonna wait. McClane still may get the code.
- Line me up with that crane! - There. There. Right there. Right there.
- Huh? All right. I see it now. I see it. - Right there. You're okay.
- Shit. This is gonna take a miracle. - Keep your fingers crossed.
Swing it. Swing it.
Come on. Come on. You almost got it. Almost. Almost. Yeah! All right.
Where are you goin’? What, are you in a hurry?
I'm goin’ first this time, all right?
We have the intercom rigged, sir.
Walter, the kids may be fine, but you wait much longer and I'm gonna pee in my pants.
We're gonna wait, Connie.
Six more minutes.
- Yo, McClane. - What?
Down there.
Oh, shit. Go, go, man! Go, go, go!
Oh, boy.
Am I glad you talked me outta jumpin'.
Fuck.
Get his feet.
We go find Simon and drag him to the ship-to-shore radio and beat that fuckin’ code out of him.
- Here. Take this. - How's it work?
- You don't know how to shoot a gun? - Look, all brothers don't know how to shoot guns, you racist motherfucker.
Sue me. Just yank back on that and pull the trigger. That's it.
- That's it? - That's it. Just don't shoot yourself.
Hey, don't be no hero. You find him, you come get me.
Hey, Katya!
Stupid. Stupid.
- You have the autopilot set? - Yes, sir.
Good.
Don't fuckin’ move.
Oh, the Samaritan.
- Gimme the goddam code. - Code? Oh!
You mean for the school. I'm sorry. I can't do that.
You call in that code right now...
or I blow your sick ass into the next world.
If that's what you gotta do.
- You gotta take the safety catch off. - Oh, goddam!
See. That works. Now where's McClane?
What was that?
He said, "Don't shoot."
Okay, Charlie. We're gonna have to go with the evacuation.
- We're gonna go. - All right. You heard the man. Let's go! Let's go!
- Move! Move! Move! - We're gonna go! - Let's go, men!
- On my mark. Five, four, three, two, one, go! - Let's go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Let's do it! Okay, gang. Let's go!
Go! Go! Go! Hip-hop! Hip-hop! Come on. Everybody! Let's go!
- Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! - Keep moving.
- We're gonna win! We're gonna win! - Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Keep moving! To your left! To your left!
What are they doin’? Yo, where you goin’?
- Hey, where you goin’? - What's goin’ on?
I see you all day, little man. Policeman.
And you don't go away.
Yeah, I'm that fuckin’ Energizer bunny.
Where are you going now, huh?
Going to arrest me, "bunny"?
No.
I don't think I'm gonna arrest you.
I'm gonna fuckin’...
I knew it was bullshit. There's nobody watchin’.
Time to get Charlie out.
- Let's move, Charles. Time's up. - Give me another 30 seconds.
Takes a minute-15 if you're a kid, Charlie.
And last I looked, you weren't too light on your feet. Now move!
- Up here! - Help us! - Oh, my God!
- Come on! - Look over here!
- Christ, get 'em outta there! - Rooms are locked!
- The rooms are locked! - Get outta the way!
Hey! Any one marked four!
What's goin’ on, Walter?
We still have kids in the building.
- I'm stayin'. - No, Charlie. Get outta there.
You ever see that show called The Addams Family?
They got a motherfucker on there called Lurch.
You don't think I'm gonna let you get to that gun, do you?
Fuck!
Help! Help! Help!
Four! Fuck it! Get outta the way!
- Where are they, Walter? - Still in.
No guts, no glory.
If we get to the roof, we can jump to the next building!
- Shit! - Outta the way.
Okay. Come on.
Get him up here. Get him up here! Come on! Come on!
Mayday, mayday. Bridgeport Coast Guard. Bridgeport Coast Guard, come in.
Come on, kids.
- Shit, it's too far! - Over here. Down.
No guts, no glory.
There's a big black-and-white fuckin’ boat in the middle of the harbor.
- Please stay on the line. - Yeah, sure. I'll stay on the line.
Pancake syrup?
Stupid, stupid...
Hello, John McClane.
There was never any bomb in the school, was there?
Of course not.
I'm a soldier, not a monster...
even though I sometimes work for monsters.
No. The real bomb is on this ship.
Coast Guard.
I was tellin’ 'em where the boat was. Game over, huh?
Not quite over.
Bridgeport Coast Guard. Come in, please.
They put you on hold?
She told me to stay on the line.
- Oh, God, I love this country. - You know, your brother was an asshole.
- You know, he really was an asshole. - He was... He was an asshole.
You, you got his number, yeah? Yeah, okay.
Forgive me. Would you help Mr. McClane below?
Careful now.
Now, do you have the communiqué?
Bridgeport radio, come in, please. Bridgeport.
- Coast Guard. - Are you there, dear?
- Yes, we're here. - Do you have the ability to record a message?
- Yes. - Then please begin now.
Right.
This is a communiqué from the CRF.
For too long, the West has conspired to steal the wealth of the world...
consigning the balance of humanity to economic starvation.
Today, we will level the playing field.
In a few minutes, the contents of the Federal Reserve Bank...
the gold your economies are built on...
will be redistributed by explosive...
across the bottom of the Long Island Sound.
If you are not in gridlock, I invite you to come and watch.
- You're gonna blow it all up? - That's the idea.
There are some gentlemen in the Middle East...
who seem to think that they'll make a great deal of money.
See the men safely off the ship, and I'll see you in the port-side launch.
The hell's all this got to do with killin' McClane?
Life has its little bonuses.
Didn't I hear you say you didn't even like your brother?
There's a difference, you know, between not liking one's brother...
and not caring when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.
Hey, I didn't even know that motherfucker!
Yes, and I never invited you aboard this ship.
No riddle is gonna stop this motherfucker?
No code, no riddle, no fancy little countdown.
Hey, fuck-head. Yeah, you. Fuck-head.
There's just one thing I gotta know.
You got any aspirins? I've had a bad fuckin’ headache all day long.
Must be your lucky day.
Keep the bottle.
Where is the gold?
He's betrayed us.
The containers are filled with that.
If I hadn't have saved your fuckin’ ass, I wouldn't be sittin' here with you...
about to blow up with $100 billion in fuckin’ gold!
Yeah, well, I got some bad news. You're only gonna blow up with me.
- What? - There's no gold on this boat.
- How do you know that? - 'Cause I know the man. I know the family.
The only thing better than blowin' up $100 billion worth of gold is makin’ people think you did.
- Yeah? Well, where is it? - I don't know. He must have switched it back on the dock somewhere.
Oh, yeah. That's supposed to make me feel better?
No. You're wrong about the other thing, though. You're not gonna die.
Yeah? You know some cop trick about handcuffs that's gonna get us outta this?
Yeah. Use a key.
- You know how to pick this lock? - Is this some black shit again?
Will you stop with that racial shit? Are you a fuckin’ locksmith or not?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can do it if I had somethin’ to do it with.
- How about a splinter of that cable I slid down? - That might work.
- Hold on. - Fuck are you doin’?
Oh, fuck! Shit! How's that? That big enough?
Shit. Yeah. Yeah, that might work.
All right. Then I'm gonna drop it in your hands. Cup your hands.
Don't drop this motherfucker, all right?
- Get, get it right. Come on. One... - You ready? Ready?
Two... Spit it.
- Yeah! Get it? - Come on. Come on. Move your hands.
All right. Okay.
Damn, McClane. You know, I was just startin' to like you.
- Yeah? Well, don't. I'm an asshole. - What are you talkin’ about now?
- I lied to you, Zeus. - About what?
You remember I said Weiss found that bomb up in Harlem?
- Yeah. - They found it down in Chinatown.
Oh, now that's low... even for a white motherfucker like you.
I told you I was an asshole.
What the fuck was that?
I don't know.
Look, it was the only way I could get you to come with me.
Uh-huh. You got a wife, McClane?
- Yeah. - I'm surprised anybody'd stay with you long enough to be married.
Yeah. Well, she didn't stick around too long. We're sorta separated.
What the fuck is "sorta separated"?
Well, she was in LA, I was in New York.
Had a fight on the phone. She hung up. I didn't call her back.
- How long ago was that? - About a year ago now.
About a yea...
What the fuck are you laughin' about?
You threw away your marriage because you were too fuckin’ stupid to pick up the phone?
What, you think that's funny, huh? You laugh at other people's misfortunes?
I bet you blame that shit on your wife too, right?
Well, my wife is a very stubborn woman, yes.
You better stop fuckin’ laughin’ and undo these cuffs.
I'm almost there!
There! How's that for concentration? Oh, shit!
- What? - Fuck! I dropped the thing!
- Dropped the fucking thing? - Goddam it!
- Shit! Where is it? Where did it go? - Find it. Find it, all right?
I don't fuckin’ see it.
What the fuck is that?
I think I made it mad.
Just go, McClane. Get the fuck out of here.
- Gotta fuckin’ do somethin’! - Goddam it, McClane! Listen to me!
Just go.
Have a hard enough time gettin’ through the day without havin' your death on my conscience, man.
- Shut the fuck up and think, all right? - Okay, okay.
- Tools. Tools. Check the engine room. - There's no time!
- What the hell's it doin’ now? - It's mixin'.
Shit!
- What the hell are you doin’? - Get ready. Lean forward.
- What? - Lean forward, goddam it!
What? The fuck you doin’?
Now it's gonna go fast. Lean forward.
- Oh, no, no! - Lean forward! Get ready! Move your hands!
Damn! Motherfuckin' shit!
- Come on. Let's go! - Oh, goddam! Goddam!
- Come on! Come on! - Oh, fuck! My leg! Ow!
Get upstairs! Come on! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Get upstairs!
Oh, shit! Ow! Damn it! My foot!
- Let's go! Let's go! - Down there at the back of the boat. Come on!
- No, damn it! - Run, goddam it!
- I am, you... - Come on!
- All right? Watch! Watch! Watch! - Yeah.
Let's go! Down here! The back of the...
How's he doin’?
I got shot in the leg. How do ya think I'm doin’?
- He's gonna be just fine. - How about you?
I'm all right. Did ya get Ricky out of there?
Yeah, they found him.
- Are you gonna be all right? - Got a bad headache.
- Think they're mad at me? - I wouldn't worry about them.
They'll get to you eventually, but right now they're busy with this salvage operation, I guess.
No! Dre-Dredges! Dredges!
They're just wastin' their time. There's no gold out there.
- What do you mean? - He took it with him.
- He beat me. - John, he beat all of us.
- He wasn't playin' against you. - Fuck that, McClane.
You're still alive, aren't ya?
- Well, aren't ya? - Yeah.
So he lost. Lambert.
Would you give him a quarter?
Asshole.
- Take it easy. - I got him. - That's it.
- Easy. - Yeah, this is collect from John.
Thanks, guys. Appreciate this.
Yeah, uh, Carmine, just tell him you'll accept the charges.
Son of a bitch had aspirin.
Yeah, it's John. Yeah, I'm hangin' in there.
Is Holly there? Yeah, I'll hold on.
Zeus, hold up! Whoa!
John? John? John? Goddam it, you son of a...
Yesterday...
Yesterday we were an army with no country.
Tomorrow, we have to decide...
which country we want to buy.
And remember, this is all due...
to the g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department.
Lieutenant, take over.
All right. Listen up! First squad...
you muster up in half an hour in the school bus!
You'll be the lacrosse team!
No rush.
And, Jurgen, you'll be the Padre!
Padre?
Lights! Douse those lights!
Hey, dick-head:! Did I come at a bad time?
Whoa! I think she's pissed at you, McClane!
Go! Go!
He's under us right now. Come on back around. Come on back around.
- That's right. Run, motherfuckers. - Zeus, what've we got on your side?
Look like roaches with the lights comin’ on.
- Are we going to Nova Scotia? - You go with the trucks!
I have something personal to finish.
Let's go to work!
Come on! Move it!
That's right. Run, motherfuckers! The exterminators are here!
What the fuck? Oh, shit! What the fuck is this smoke back here?
We got a chopper behind us. You got a gun on board?
What is this?
Can't see a goddam thing. Hold it still. I can't see a goddam thing.
- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit!
What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?
All right. Hang on. Hang on. We're goin’ down.
Between those high tension wires? See this wire?
Hey, McClane! What the fuck?
Hey, we got smoke! We got fuckin’ smoke and shit flyin' on me here!
- Truck! Truck! - Hold on. Here we go!
Come on. We gotta get outta here! He's gonna start shootin' at us any second!
- Get him out of here. - Shit! The belt's stuck! I can't get it off!
Look out! Here he comes!
Can't get out, McClane!
- Get him outta here. - Where're you goin’?
I'm gonna try and get his attention.
Oh, shit! It just keeps gettin’ better and better.
I had no idea Canada could be this much fun.
Just give me somethin’ to shoot at. Come on, hotshot.
Show me that smilin' face.
Say hello to your brother.
Get outta here!
Yippee-ki-ay, motherfucker.
- Looks like you got his attention. - Yeah. It looks like it.
- Think we should call a fire truck? - Aw, fuck 'em. Let 'em cook.
- Oh, shit! - What?
What?
- I left Holly hangin’ on hold. - Aw, call her back.
I don't know. She's gonna be pissed.
She'll get over it.
I don't know, Zeus.
Like I said...
she's a very stubborn woman.
Well, she'd have to be to stay married to you.