Well?
I'm sending you the code.
Yes, I see that. Thank you.
What about my account?
Delivering.
I've just sent it; you should have it.
- Yes, thank you. - Hey, hey,
are you sure this is legal?
We're just running a test on our security system, sir.
- It's fine. - You have a sexy voice.
Uh, is there anything else
I can do for you? To you?
We have what we need.
We're ready.
Yo, guess who just made 50 g's today.
What'd you do to my drive, man?
- Shut up. I didn't touch it. - This isn't cool.
Don't ever, ever touch my computer.
Diagnostics show no damage, but we're certain this was an intentional breach.
You're saying we were hacked?
It wasn't denial of service level,
but they definitely cracked our door.
Okay, open the black hat files.
I want every hacker in the country
who could've done this interviewed now.
Sir, that's close to a thousand names.
With the holiday weekend, we're short-staffed
- as it is. - Listen...
we're the ones that are supposed
to keep this from happening, and it just happened to us.
- Get it done. - Sir, it's the middle
of the night; they're scattered all over
the country.
Fine-- get local law enforcement to help.
Somebody out there thinks they can screw with us.
I want to find out who.
Hey, Jimmy! Wait up, man!
Jim! I said no.
Lucy, you're killing me, all right?
- Get out of the car. - What?
- Get out of the fuckin' car now! - Don't touch me!
- No means no, jerkoff. - What are you doing?
- John, stop it! - Oh, don't call me that.
- I hate it when you call me that. - No,
- whoa, you know this guy? - Shut up. Just shut your mouth
- right now. - Dad!
Stop it! I mean it!
Dad? You said your dad was dead.
What?
You told this jerkoff I was dead?
You actually said that?
I may have exaggerated a little bit.
A-And this guy's what, your-your-your boyfriend?
- No. - Yeah.
I don't know, okay?
I'm sorry. Just-- we'll see.
What are you doing here?
You don't answer your phone.
You don't return my calls.
That's because I'm not talking to you.
And why aren't you talking to me this time, Lucy?
Why not? What, you want a list?
How about stuff like this: you spy on me.
- I'm not spying. - You come down here, drag my boyfriend out of the car.
- Thought he wasn't your boyfriend. - He's not!
- Thought you said I was. - God--
Shut up.
You are such an asshole.
Okay.
I'm sorry I pulled your not-boyfriend out of the car.
Okay?
Hey, Lucy, babe--
- Come on, get in the car. - Shut the fuck up.
No.
Will both of you just go away?
Just talk to me for a minute, Lucy, just--
I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Alone.
You're damn right you're going to bed alone.
Lucy, honey, wait a minute, just wait, honey.
- I want to talk to you. Just wait. - Dad...
when I want to talk to you,
if I want to talk to you...
I'll call you.
Lucy...
Wait, Lucy-- Lucy!
Lucy McClane!
It's not McClane; it's Gennero.
Chicks, right?
I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.
John? John?
It's Scalvino.
Go for McClane.
What are you doing
at Rutgers?
How do you know where I am?
We had all the cars LoJacked four years ago, remember?
I'm staring at exactly where you are.
So that's not something I would turn on?
Yeah, we did that.
John, we... turned them on.
Listen, the feds have called in a favor.
They're doing a sweep.
They want us to pick up
some computer hacker in Camden.
Last name Farrell,
first name Matthew.
Whoa, whoa. Camden?
What are you telling me this for?
You know, it's, like, 3:00 in the morning.
I was on my way home.
Just send one of the jugheads from the academy.
They'll be happy to go pick this kid up.
I can't just send any uniform.
The feds demanded a senior detective.
The kid's a high-value subject. I don't know.
Just pick him up,
escort him to the Hoover Building in D.C.
They had some kind of a computer breach there
this morning.
Great.
You owe me one, Jack.
All right, give me that name again.
What is it?
What?
Come on.
Goddamn it.
Who is it?
N.Y.P.D. Open the door, please.
How you doin'?
N.Y.P.D.? Okay.
Oh, I get it. Um, I'll help you out.
Don't worry about it. Everyone gets lost around here.
- Glad to help. Take-- - Hey. I'm not lost.
Are you Matt Farrell? Matthew Farrell?
No. He, uh, actually does not live here anymore.
Course not. Who are you?
My name is Daisy Duke.
Got a lot of shit for it when I was a kid.
Please don't add to it.
Can I see some identification, please?
Yeah, sure.
Detective!
Yeah, that looks real. Where'd you get that?
Toys "R" Us? That looks great.
- And, of course... - Yeah.
That-- that actually looks pretty good.
- Mm-hmm. - Hey, Farrell.
Sully just P.D.L.'d a new copy of the Kill Zone 9,
- the one that ain't out yet-- wanna come check it out? - No. Thanks, though, man.
- And good luck at the Bad Timing Awards. - Open the door.
Shit.
Can I get you something?
Coffee? A warrant?
- What's this about? - I don't know.
Some kind of computer thing.
D.C. feds want to talk to you, so...
let's go.
Feds, huh?
Yeah. The feds.
Been white hat for four years.
Once you're on that goddamn list...
It's such a pain in the ass.
- You play with dolls? - Huh?
Uh, c-could you please not touch that?
- Like a G.I. Joe. - No, no, it's not, it's not.
- It's a limited edition-- - Oh.
- And... - That supposed to come off?
No, it's not supposed to, but...
it's a lot more valuable when it's broken, so thanks for that.
- Yeah. Krazy Glue. I'm sure it's very important. - I got some other cool shit
in here if you want to break that.
- Let's go, okay? Come on. - I got to power down my gear, okay?
More dolls.
Not spending a whole lot of time with the girls, huh?
Hey.
Are you really trying to escape?
- Jesus! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! - Hey! Get down!
Motherfucker!
- Jesus! - Keep your head down.
Shit.
Go! Go!
Let's go! Come on!
Low, low! Stay down! Come on!
Stay low, all right?
Stay down.
- You stay with me, all right? - Okay.
- Here we go. - Okay.
Get down! Get inside! Get down!
They're back in the room!
Are you fuckin' nuts?!
Get out of there right now!
Now!
Take the right!
Fuck!
Motherfucker!
Are you okay?
Get back there!
That's it.
Get ready to run.
What the--
What the hell was that?!
Did you do that?
No.
- Shit. - I didn't do that. Come on.
Shit.
Stay close.
The whole apartment's on fire.
- Holy shit. - Come on.
Let's go. Come on! Damn it!
Come on.
Watch it. Just hold it down.
Oh, my God.
Hey.
- Come on. - Okay.
Come on. Come on.
Stay close.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
- Come on, let's go. Stay close. - Okay.
Get in the car.
Go, go. Now.
Can you reload a gun?
- Uh, me? Uh, yeah. - Can you reload a gun?!
Open the glove box and get a magazine
out of the thing right now!
Grab the gun
and shoot this motherfucker!
Quick!
Get your head down!
Jesus! Is the circus in town?
Whoo!
Did you see that?
Yeah, I saw it. I did it.
Camden Base, one double-oh-seven-seven.
Come back, Camden Base.
One-double-oh-seven-seven.
Camden Base. Go ahead.
I need to speak to your chief of detectives: police emergency.
- ASAP. - Stand by.
This is Chief Detective Weisman.
Chief Detective, this is Detective John McClane, N.Y.P.D.
Police emergency-- I want to report...
a police shooting in your jurisdiction.
Yeah.
What's the status?
Wait one.
Thomas. We had a problem in New Jersey.
Farrell's still alive.
So he got away.
Yeah.
I did send
five of you, is that right?
I'm sending a chopper. Just get airborne.
We'll track him down. Think you can handle that?
Oh, my God...
What the fuck?
Just breathe.
I am breathing. I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm--
- Can't stop shaking. - It's the adrenaline.
You're just scared. It'll pass.
Yeah, I'm scared.
Weren't you scared back there?
Yeah.
I was scared.
Really? This is you being scared?
'Cause you seem really calm.
Have you done stuff like that before?
Stuff like what?
Like killing people.
Yeah.
But not for a long time.
So who were those guys? Huh?
Why were they trying to kill you?
Why did they blow up my goddamn apartment?
They were there to kill you.
Why would they want to kill me?
You tell me, kid.
You're the criminal.
I got seven dead hackers so far,
none of whom were high on our list.
Collect the hard drives, start sweeping them.
Yes, sir.
Trey...
Matthew Farrell-- find him for me.
On it.
What's with all the guns?
Operational prudence.
Think of them as hardware to your software.
Good morning, D.C.!
Well, it's shaping up to be another beautiful
Fourth of July weekend.
If you've got any big plans, better get started early,
'cause it looks like the traffic is ramping up.
So, here's another golden oldie for all the commuters out there.
What--?!
What? What?
What are you doing? What is that?
- It's Creedence. - Creedence?!
Creedence. Creedence Clearwater Revival.
Classic rock.
I know who it is.
It's old rock; that doesn't make it classic.
What sucked back then still sucks now.
You don't like Creedence?
This is like having a pinecone shoved in my ass.
Okay. Really? Wow, that's mature.
Come on, man. I'm cooperating with you.
We're at a heading of zero-six-zero.
Making another pass.
Listen up, everyone.
Are we ready?
Transportation hubs are prepped and set.
Begin stage one.
...with six and a half innings in game...
...this weekend for two shows only...
When's the last time you remember
turning on the radio and listening to popular music?
Just give me a decade.
The '70s?
I'm guessing... was Michael Jackson still black?
Pearl Jam-- I'll go back ten years
with you... ten years.
20 years... The Cure? Nothing?
It's called news radio.
I was trying to see if any of your friends from Camden
made the headlines.
Hold on... you listen to the news.
You got a problem with the news now?
Yeah, I got a big
goddamn problem with the news. You ready for this?
The news is completely manipulated.
Everything you hear,
every single day,
is designed by corporate media to do one thing,
- and one thing only: - Jesus...
to keep you living in fear.
Oh, fear?
Total fear! Fear so you'll go out
and you'll spend money on things--
things you probably don't even need.
Things you probably already have six of
so that their advertisers keep buying ads on their stations.
Tell you one more thing-- you ready for this?
I'll do this all day. I got days of data at home.
- You don't believe me. - Hey... Hey!
What?
Shut... up.
Shut the fuck up.
That's good. That's good.
Be dismissive--
You all right?
No, I'm not all right!
Just stay in the car. You'll be all right.
Hey, man... hey.
How you doing? You all right?
Don't move. Just call 911, all right?
Okay...
Jesus Christ.
All the lights are green.
Huh?
All the lights are green. Let's go.
Let's go, right now.
- We gotta go? - Let's go.
Get your bag, hack boy. Let's go.
- Jesus Christ. - Let's go.
- I've never been in a car accident. - Come on. You all right? Well...
Very exciting. Here we go, this way, come on.
- Here we go. Here we go. - Ever been in a car acc--
- Yeah, I've been in a car accident. - What are we doing?
It's a little thing they invented back in the '60s
called "jogging." You're gonna love it. Come on.
Sir, Chicago's reporting a system crash
on their eltrain network.
Amtrak is flashing a level-one crash in their comm system.
F.A.A. just issued a critical alert.
Their A.T.C. net just went down.
Okay, let's get them outside for a little fresh air.
That's the anthrax alarm.
All right, everyone out, now!
Now!
Taylor, move, go! Move!
All personnel must evacuate and proceed
to the transportation shuttles immediately.
This is not a drill.
All personnel must evacuate and proceed
to the transportation shuttles immediately.
No, I'm telling you, protocol says...
We need you inside.
Take the team. I want men on the fourth floor, got it? Masks on.
Got to know what's there, okay?
Why don't you run a search on these data crashes?
See if we can I.D. the point of origin.
Begin stage two.
- Hey, what's going on? - Whoa!
- Hey, what's going on?! - No!
They're already starting to panic.
Of course they are.
They think that someone's taking their money.
Prep the video package.
D.C. transportation system's crashing,
and they just hit the entire financial sector--
everything, all of it.
Get me the Secretary of Trans and Treasury
on the line and the chairman for the S.E.C.
Let's go, people!
Somewhere, somebody left a digital fingerprint.
Find it!
Is Deputy Director Bowman in here?
Not now. It'll have to wait.
Not today, waxworks.
This is Matthew Farrell.
I brought him here on direct orders from Bowman.
So if you don't know what the hell's going on,
go find me somebody that does.
I'm Bowman.
Video package is ready for upload.
Thanks.
Listen, John, appreciate you bringing Farrell here,
but everything's changed this morning.
We are neck-deep in damage control.
Excuse me. I'm sorry, sir.
Do you have anything, uh,
to eat, any kind of snacks around?
I would love, um-- really low blood sugar,
- and... - Sir.
No?
As if the nationwide
transportation breakdown and anthrax scares
weren't enough for one day,
the stock market found itself in a selling frenzy this afternoon.
The Federal Trade Commission believes this panic
might have been triggered by a computer malfunction
in the stock exchange.
What were thought to be unrelated events...
Oh, man, that is all bad.
...a terrorist attack.
Not as bad as it looks.
We run drills to prepare for things like this.
- These your suspects? - Were.
All seven were killed
in the last 24 hours.
Recognize any of these people?
No.
Not one?
Sir.
Got a system error.
My fellow Americans
it is time to
- strike - fear
- into - the hearts of- citizenry.
- Ask not - It's an unauthorized broadcast.
- what your country can do - to avert
- this - crisis.
- The answer is - nothing whatsoever.
- Our military - strength
is- in- this- case
useless.
Read my lips:
the- great- confident
roar- of
the American- progress
and- growth- has- come- to
an end.
All the- vital- technology
that- this- nation
holds- dear
- all communications - transportation
- the Internet - connectivity
- electrical - power
- critical - utilities,
- their - fate
- now - rests
in- our- hands
We will not tire.
We will not falter.
And we will not fail.
I don't know how they're getting in.
Thank you.
And a- happy
- Independence Day - to everyone.
That was creepy.
I tried to find more Nixon.
Think they bought it?
Absolutely.
Okay, I want telecom, transportation, any and every...
Jesus Christ, it's a fire sale.
What?
It's a fire sale.
Hey! We don't know that yet.
It's a myth, anyway. Can't be done.
Oh, really?
Please tell me she's only here for show and she's actually not
- in charge of anything. - What's a fire sale?
It's a three-step-- it's a three-step
systematic attack on the entire national infrastructure.
Okay, step one:
take out all the transportation.
Step two: the financial base and telecoms.
Step three: you get rid of all the utilities--
gas, water, electric, nuclear.
Pretty much anything that's run by computers,
which, which, today is almost everything.
So that's why they
call it a fire sale, because everything must go.
Hey, l-listen, listen.
What's your name? Farrell?
Keep your voice down, okay?
No one here's talking about a fire sale.
Not unless you're telling me you helped plan one.
What? No, man, I'm just saying--
- to explain-- - Appreciate your concern.
We know what we're doing; we're on it. Thank you.
- You've done a bang-up job so far. - What?
- Bang-- - What?
Nothing. I get-- I said I understand.
Hey.
They didn't send the Girl Scouts out to get this kid.
They sent professional guys, full tactical gear.
They blew the whole joint up.
Now, look, I don't know this kid.
And frankly, I don't give a shit. No offense.
But somebody wants this kid dead.
And obviously, it's got something to do
with whatever is going on here.
Okay.
Homeland's taking over the interrogation of the hackers we're bringing in.
I'll get you an escort over there.
All right? Molina,
get this kid to the front of the line.
I want to know what he knows.
Right.
If that guy knew half the shit
that I know, his fuzzy little head would explode.
Special Agent Johnson. We'll take the sedan.
Agent Johnson?
That's right.
Right this way.
Great.
So, is any of that actually possible, what you were saying back there?
Is it possible? Here, look, I'm gonna tell you again.
You take out any one thing, the system can recover, right?
If you take it all down at once, the system crashes and--
Look around, man!
Come on. Government's got to have
dozens of departments dedicated to that shit.
It took FEMA five days to get water to the Superdome.
How long till we get to D.H.S.?
Laughlin.
Get on the D.C. police band,
and get them to clear a route to D.H.S. for us.
D.C. Metro, this is the F.B.I.,
requesting you to clear a route...
Farrell just resurfaced on the grid.
Feds are taking him to Homeland.
Good. Close that loop now.
Isolate the frequency.
Get us a location on the vehicles
and pull me up a file on this John McClane.
Rand, we just found Farrell.
Stand by for a location.
Look, I don't mean to harp, guys,
but we just passed another Arby's and I'm starving.
- I-I could eat a wrapper. - Later. Shut up.
- You don't even have to order anything. - Shut up.
- Just get some ketchup packets. - Shut up.
You got about 14 minutes to tell me why you lied to me back there.
Lied to you? What are you talking about?
The pictures on the wall, you knew those guys, right?
- I don't-- I... - Kid, don't lie to me.
I'm a cop; I can tell you're lying.
Who were they?
Okay.
Okay, okay.
They were my competition.
Make the next right
onto Concord.
They said they were a software firm that had developed
a mutating encryption algorithm, and they just wanted
to see if it could be cracked.
That's what I do. I do-- I-I do math-based security.
Here's the thing: the thing that I've been
thinking about is, if you're gonna pull
something as-as massive and crazy as a fire sale,
you'd need tons of start-up guys to write the programs,
but only a few black hats to actually implement it,
so then at that point,
the start-up guys,
the guys who haven't really done anything wrong, like me...
Would end up as pictures on some guy's wall.
I swear to God, McClane...
I swear to you,
I had no idea I was gonna be...
an accessory to-to-to Armageddon.
Take the next left at Lexington.
Man, that's a sexy voice.
What's she taking us this way for?
- Unit 510, this is dispatch. - Oh, my God.
Clear a route for two F.B.I. vehicles approaching on Concord.
Copy, Dispatch.
- F.B.I., we've cleared a path. - That's her.
- Her who? - What are you talking about?
It's them.
You're saying it's them them?
I swear to you, I know her.
I would know her voice anywhere.
Don't say anything, don't--
Just keep your mouth shut for a minute.
Hey, Metro,
how's your day going over there?
Yeah, got to be pretty, uh, crazy over there, what,
with all those 587s, huh?
Yes, sir.
We've had to dispatch all units.
Yeah, you had to dispatch all units
for all the naked people
walking around?
Cut the bullshit, honey,
and just put your boss on.
Laughlin,
we're getting off this route.
Make a left here on 14th Street.
Officer McClane.
It's Detective McClane, asshole.
But don't worry,
we're gonna have plenty of time to get to know each other
when I come visit you in prison.
But, John, I already know so much about you.
Your address in Brooklyn,
the payments on your mortgage,
how long you've been a member of the N.Y.P.D.
And how's Holly?
Oh, that's sad. You're divorced.
Was that tough on little Jack and Lucy?
Now, this is sad-- after 30 years, I thought
you'd have a better pension plan annuity than what I see here.
Oh.
And it gets worse.
Your 401k
no longer exists.
Tell you what. Let me make it up to you.
Box them in at that intersection.
Shoot Mr. Farrell
in the head and drive away,
and by the time you reach the end of the next block,
all your debts will be wiped clean,
and your children will be set for life.
Now, that
really is tempting, especially that last part.
But I think I'm gonna have to pass, jerkoff.
John...
You're gonna lose.
Yeah, well... the other thing
that could happen is, I could come and find you,
kick your ass and throw you out of your own party.
How's that sound, fuckhead?
Hold your position.
Get down! Get down! Get down!
Just stay down!
Officers down,
the corner of Main and Constitution!
I repeat: Officers down!
Come on! Come on! Get out! Let's go! Let's go!
Goddamn it!
Just stay down!
Get down!
Just hang on!
We've got a squad car under fire!
We need backup!
I repeat: We need backup!
This is base. We're sending backup.
Brace yourself.
Hang on. Hang on.
Hang on.
Yeah!
- We lost Del. - Stay with them.
- They're back. - I know.
Take the tunnel, left, left, left.
Bring up the schematics on that tunnel.
The tunnel!
Open the gates on the north side entrance.
Redirect traffic. Occupy all lanes.
- Open the other side. - What?
Move!
Just hang on to something!
Hey! Hey! Don't get out of the car! Hey!
Run, goddamn it! Run!
Run!
- Fuck! - Oh, God.
Don't ever hesitate like that again.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah.
- Are you okay? - I can't move my arm!
Just stay here. Stay right here
- for a minute, all right? - What?
"Can't be a uniform, John. No."
Get over to the wall, sir!
"Feds called in a favor!"
"All you got to do is go pick up a kid
in Jersey and drive him down to D.C."
How hard can that be, huh?
Can't be that hard, no, can it?
No, gotta be a senior detective.
A thing like a traffic jam,
throwing a car at me is gonna stop me, huh?
Rand, get in there, get it done.
Okay.
Car's on fire.
That can't be good.
Oh, this is a bad fuckin' idea.
Ha-ha.
Oh...
- Don't touch! Don't touch me. - Oh, okay. Sorry, sorry.
Are you okay?
Oh, my God.
Pretty Iucky shot, huh?
Yeah, Iucky.
That was-- You just killed a helicopter with a car.
Hundreds of thousands of people get killed by cars every year.
That's just, like, four more.
How you doing?
I-I skinned my knee, and my asthma's acting up
a little bit, but...
Whatever. Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm getting too old to jump out of cars.
Rand, check in.
What about Farrell and McClane?
Come back in.
Okay, we're moving on. Begin stage three.
I just spoke to Emerson.
The team's arriving
- at Woodlawn now. - Very good.
Mai, get ready for the downloads.
I.D., sir.
Park behind the transpo.
We'll lead you in.
Man the gate.
You're with me.
Anthrax alarms only went off on five floors.
Below that, you'll need D.O.D. clearance.
I don't know why you'd need to go any further.
There's nothing down there but servers.
Go again. Rodriguez? Please copy.
Gate secured.
Copy.
Okay, we are in.
This is insane. Hey.
Hey, this is absurd.
Man, there's tough and there's stupid.
You got to go to a hospital. Look at you.
I'm not a doctor, but you look like you're hurt.
- Yeah. Sexy, right? - No.
Come on.
We don't need a doctor. We need the cops.
He's in.
Get out of the way! Look out!
Make a hole, please! Come on.
Watch out! Excuse me! Excuse me!
Come on. N.Y.P.D.
All right? I got this kid.
Come on, let's go, kid.
- Hold on. - It's okay.
Yeah. Okay. Thanks. N.Y.P.D.
You all right?
Sergeant.
Sergeant!
I need to speak to you.
- The medic's in the back. - I'm all right.
N.Y.P.D. I got to talk to you.
Just give me a minute.
Sergeant.
Oh, my God.
Let's get out of here.
Pronto. Open, open.
We're a go.
Launch the downloads.
Nothing's happening.
Be patient.
Wait for it.
See?
There you go.
- Let me know when the download reaches 20%. - Okay.
Please remain calm.
Excuse me.
Excuse me! Thank you!
Holy shit.
- Kid? Kid. Hey. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You got a phone in that bag? - Yeah.
Come on. Let's go.
And here you go, Agent... Tovarek.
Guess that's you.
Download's at 20%.
Time to move.
Let's keep them chasing their tails.
Due to recent activity,
law enforcement agencies are being extremely cautious.
They are telling drivers to abandon their vehicles
until they are searched.
And, as you can see, canine units are checking each vehicle.
Now, whether this is connected to the anthrax reports
we heard earlier or for some new terrorist threat...
F.A.A. just grounded all flights.
- Good. - Sir, we have complete access
over system networks: the phones, power grids,
water, nuclear.
Hey, excuse me--
Jack Parry, N.S.A.
Chuck Summer, D.H.S. Liaison. White House made the call.
Anything you need,
- we're here to help. - Help.
Wow, that's-- that's great.
We're gonna need some work space for our people.
What can you do for us?
Well, as you can see, we're using the space.
So you guys can stand in the corner,
and, uh, liaise.
If I need something,
I'll just wave to you.
Wait.
- No, no. Don't-don't-don't call. - Why?
- What are you talking about? - They probably cracked that hours ago.
You use it, they might be able to trace us. Just put it in your pocket.
- You sure? - Yes.
Or... smash it. You didn't have to smash it.
- Excuse me. Excuse me. It's a police emergency. - Hey!
He'll call you right back.
Here. Right in here. Come here.
- You got a signal? - Yeah.
- Yeah? - This is John McClane
for Agent Bowman.
Sir, John McClane is on the line.
- McClane, go. - We never made it to D.H.S.
They came after the kid again.
All your men are down.
What about Farrell?
Yeah, I got him with me
- right now. - Sir?
Hang on, John.
Yeah, I'll hold on.
Another day in paradise.
They just swarmed into everything.
The whole telecom system: phones,
cells, broadcast satellites.
They're blanketing every station.
Can you put the news back on?
This is the news.
It's on every channel.
Been this way for a few minutes now.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
McClane.
Look out! Look out!
Look out!
Bowman.
- Bowman, do you see that? - McClane.
Bowman, it's a fake.
I see it.
Thank God.
Oh, shit.
McClane?
Bowman?
Satellite's down.
Get me a landline.
Shit.
Wrote one little piece of code
and the world falls apart.
This is virtual terrorism.
- What? - You know, it's crazy,
first I time I heard of the concept of a fire sale,
I actually thought it would be cool
if anyone ever really did it.
Just... hit the reset button.
Melt the system just for fun.
Hey, it's not a system.
It's a country.
You're talking about people.
All right? A whole country full of people.
Sitting at home,
alone, scared to death in their houses, all right?
So if you're done with your little nostalgic moment,
maybe you can think a little bit
and help me catch these guys.
Just help me.
Just put yourself in their shoes.
- Come on. If this were your fire sale, - Okay, okay.
you were running this thing,
- what would be your next move? - Okay, uh...
Well, the whole point of a fire sale
is that it-it's mostly done by remote, right?
But... but not everything is run completely online. Uh, uh, major utilities aren't.
They're run by closed-circuit, so you could breach the security up to a certain point, but, um,
to shut it down, you would have to physically go there.
You'd have to show up, right, and-and, uh...
You know what? Give me that guy's P.D.A.
The phones don't work. They're all dead.
No, the phones are fine; it's the network that's dead.
I've just got to reprogram it
and link it into the old SATCOMs.
Hackers surf them
all the time-- that's probably
what these guys are using
to talk to each other.
How do you know all this stuff?
Dude, I don't know.
There's a lot rattling around up there.
I couldn't tell you.
Okay. National power grid-- uh,
gas and electric is divided into three zones, right?
Eastern, central and western, each with a primary hub.
Here it is.
What is that?
- What are we looking at? - That is the eastern hub.
Now, they take this out...
wipes out all the power for the entire eastern corridor.
But again, you'd have to do it manually.
Okay... Come on. Let's go.
What, to West Virginia?
Hey, I-I honestly don't think
I can handle any more people trying to kill me.
McClane? McClane?
McClane... Oh, shit.
Sir, wireless networks are down,
and I think they're hitting the landlines, too.
I don't care how. You find me a line.
Come on. Whatcha got?
We swept the whole building. Seems clean. We can sweep it again.
- I don't think we're gonna find anything. - Don't bother. Don't bother.
It's a fake.
This guy's playing us.
Okay, get everyone back inside the crisis center now.
Okay. Let's open it up!
Come on. Get in.
Door's locked...
unless you have an extra gun I can use to unlock it.
Hey, hey, don't do that. Hey! You're gonna disable it.
Jesus Christ!
Oh! That was crazy. Did you see that?
Sorry about that, man.
I didn't know it would come out so fast.
Uh... man...
How'd you do yours?
You all right?
What'd you--? What, it hit you a little bit? Sorry.
Oh, no, listen, do-do not--
Please don't touch those, okay? I know what I'm doing. I've done this before.
I mean, I-I've read about it.
Road assist, we've detected an air bag deployment.
Yes, um... Please, we just hit a tree,
and my-my my dad is having a heart attack.
And I think he's gonna die! You need to help us.
Hold while we contact emergency services.
No, no, no, he's-- he's dying.
Please, listen to me. I-I can get him to a hospital.
I can drive. I'm fine.
But I can't really turn the key.
The key won't start, so you gotta start
the car for us, okay? Please, Dad...
Your name, please?
Uh...
my name is-is...
Frank...
and my dad's name is,
um...
is...
"Dvorak Tsarjenski."
Please...
Please just help us, okay? We need your help, please!
Emergency services are on their way.
No, no, h-hold on. Listen to me.
Listen to me, ma'am. What is your name?
- Dolores. - Dolores?
Okay, Dolores, uh, I don't know if you have a dad, but I do,
and I want to be able to say that a year from now, okay?
Because my dad is my hero,
and right now he is in my arms dying.
A-And his only hope i-is to get to a hospital right now.
And we can't wait, so please start the goddamn car!
Thank you, Dolores.
Pass me the P.D.A. I gotta call the Warlock.
- The what? - The Warlock.
He's a digital Jedi. He's amazing.
Ma'am, you're not authorized to be here.
F.B.I. We suspect there's been a security breach.
No, you can't land here without authoriza--
That was pretty good back there, kid.
Thanks.
What's the matter with you? Nothing else to complain about?
No. Just...
What? What's the matter with you?
It's not funny. I'm not like you.
I can't-- I can't do this shit.
What do you mean? Like what?
I'm not, like-- like heroic and everything, I'm...
not brave like you are.
I'm nobody's hero, kid.
You saved my life, like, ten times in the last six hours.
Just doing my job, that's all.
Ah...
Fuck being a hero.
Know what you get for being a hero? Nothing.
You get shot at.
You get a little pat on the back, blah-blah-blah.
That-a-boy!
Get divorced.
A wife that can't remember your last name.
Kids don't want to talk to you.
Get to eat a lot of meals by yourself.
Trust me, kid. Nobody wants to be that guy.
Then why you doing this?
Because there's nobody else to do it right now, that's why.
Believe me, if there was somebody else to do it,
I would let them do it, but there's not,
so we're doing 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 is restricted access.
Stay here.
All right, come on.
Okay.
We're in.
Good. Shut it down.
Guess you were right, kid.
Okay, that's... awful.
We got company.
So, how would they shut down
the power grid?
What?
Come on!
Uh... central control room.
Okay.
Uh... fourth floor.
- Fourth floor! - Come on!
- Take the right. - Right.
Oh...
Shh!
- I'm gonna stop here for-- - Just try to keep up.
I am keeping up. I just want to stop for two seconds to catch a breath.
They have these things called gymnasiums.
It's not like they're--
Come on. Let's go. Let's go!
Right.
Intel's fairly certain that the terrorists are mobile.
It's the only way to consistently avoid signal triangulation,
and judging by the amount of hardware they're running,
we're probably looking for a large vehicle,
most likely a semi trailer rig.
All right, tell the guys at Homeland Security we need every
agent, satellite and functioning network they got-- now.
Playtime'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.
Okay.
As fast as you can. Hey!
Jesus!
Oh!
That's enough of this kung fu shit.
I've known some bitches in my day,
but you are the biggest--
Okay, uh...
Uh...
Still awake, huh?
Just keep doing what you're doing.
- Okay. - How much time do you need?
Um, um... not much.
Whoo!
Are you done?
I...
Are you done?
- No, no, not quite. - What?
I'm not exactly checking my e-mail here, you know?
They ran this hack in V.M.O., so I'm isolating their A.P.I.,
- and just booting the host. - What?!
It means about 30 seconds, okay?
- Not the easiest thing to do when-- - What the--
Fuck. Bitch!
Fuck.
Okay!
Undo everything you just did-- now!
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I'm a righty. 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?
I mean, do you realize what this will do to the country?
Yes, I do.
Now open the door.
Okay, good.
Glad we're on the same page.
You do? I'm glad you know.
Oh!
How you doing?
Hang on!
Listen... let's just talk about this for one--
How you doing?
That's not too tight, is it? Huh? Huh?
Damn it!
Smile pretty!
Fuck.
Motherfucker!
McClane!
Oh, shit.
McClane, get outta there!
Come on, man. Come on!
Come on, man!
Oh, God.
Fuck you, bitch!
Did you see that?
So, you stopped it, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, actually, having a gun
to your head makes it harder to do this kind of work.
- What?! - I know that comes as a surprise.
Shit.
You can't just turn it off?
Just lock them out?
I'm not sure.
I... might be able to slow them 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.
Why don't you take some of that? Now that your girlfriend's dead,
why don't you check out our sexy singles that you can chat with?
It's an e-bomb.
Hey, h-hey...
All right, all right, wait, 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 S.U.V. rammed up her ass.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Listen, jackass, your fire sale's over.
So 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 am capable of.
When I'm finished here-- and I promise it'll be soon--
I will focus all my attention on you.
You want to 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.
Do it.
Now?
Yeah. Now.
Please, no...
It's Thomas Gabriel.
Shit.
You know this guy?!
I worked with him. He was D.O.D.'s chief programmer
for infrastructure security.
After 9/11, he's the guy that told Joint Chiefs
the system was vulnerable.
He was pushing for total overhaul, but they wouldn't listen.
Gabriel's not exactly people-friendly.
You think so?
When he tried to go public,
they crucified him...
destroyed his reputation.
- Froze assets. After that, - Uh...
he disappeared.
We got a pretty serious problem.
Wh-- 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.
He-Hey, listen, I gotta go, I gotta go.
Just find Thomas Gabriel.
McClane? McClane?
Let's go. Let's go. Finish this up!
Right now. Finish it up. Come on. Let's go!
Get in there!
You okay?
Let's go, come on. Got to get out of here.
What's the point? Man, what is the point?
Knock that off. Come on.
This has something to do with that code you wrote for them. All right? Now think.
Come on. Help us win.
Win?
When do we start winning? Huh?
Take a look around. Are you out of your mind?
Does it look like we're even close to winning?
We just got the shit kicked out of us.
What, do you think I'm holding out on you,
there's something I'm just not telling you?
If I knew what they wanted, I would tell you.
I would happily tell you.
Jesus.
The Warlock.
Oh, great. Ah!
There goes the cell phone.
They knock the satellites out of the skies now?
No, your battery ran out.
- Listen, we should go see him. - Who?
The Warlock, we should drive to his house. He's not that far away.
- He's in Baltimore. - Can't go to Warlock's house.
Hey, hey, hey, you want me to help you.
This is me helping you.
Okay? Trust me.
We got to go see the Warlock.
It's our only hope.
How do you feel about flying?
Uh, about what?
You mean 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 okay?
Uh, yeah, I'm just kind of afraid of flying...
Yeah, I used to be terrified of flying.
Really?
Yeah. Took some lessons.
You know, face your fears, that kind of thing.
Yeah? Did it help?
Not really.
Is it...
Is it supposed to make that sound?
Yeah.
Maybe we should just drive.
It'll be fun, it'll be like a road trip.
Just take it easy. They say taking off is the hardest part.
Really? I... I heard...
To be honest, I missed a couple of classes.
Ha-ha-ha. You did, really?
But you have your license, right? I mean, you can fly one of these, right?
- Oh... - Hey! Here we go.
- Hey. - We're up.
Oh, God.
Okay. That's good. That's pretty good.
Jesus, look at that.
This whole area is blacked out.
How we going to 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?
Uh, okay.
Uh, down there, down there, I see it.
- Down there? - Left, left, down.
We're gonna land there? We're gonna land down there?
- All right, hang on. - Okay, okay.
Oh...
Fence.
Fence, fence.
Fence, fence!
I see--
Watch--!
Whoo!
Oh...
Oh. Jesus.
Come on.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, taking off is the hardest part.
Let's go.
Now, there's something you need to know about Warlock.
He, he hates cops. I mean, he hates them, okay?
So just let me do all the talking.
Shit.
Hey, Mrs. Kaludis.
Um, is Freddy home?
I'm Matt Farrell and this is, uh... Billy.
We're friends from space camp.
We went to space camp with Freddy.
Freddy!
You got company.
Freddy?
Freddy, get the fuck up here!
Frederick, didn't you hear me?
All Baltimore heard you, Ma.
Your friends are here.
Friends? What-- what the--?
Come on, Ma!
How many times I got to tell you
don't bring people down here, man?
I can't see too good. Is that a young bearded Han Solo?
What happened, man? You lost so much weight.
No, dude, I gained 30 pounds. Who is that?
- Oh, that's-- - You know what? Doesn't matter.
Dude, what are you even doing here? 'Cause of you, I am rockin'
five generators just so I can stay online.
And since you're being hunted by assassins,
it doesn't really make me think, like, this visit
is a very productive or healthy use of my time, and--
Hey, hey, don't touch that, all right?
C.B. radio?
A little low-tech for you guys, isn't it?
Low-tech-- dude, that, my friend, is an end-of-the-world insurance system, okay?
So when the last microchip goes down,
I'm gonna be able to stay in touch with whoever's out there,
whether they be zombies or not, I'll tell you that right now.
What'd you bring your dad here for?!
- He's cool; he's into the whole gaming culture-- - Nice poster.
What, like, you a big fan of the Fett?
- Oh, God. - No.
I was always more of a Star Wars guy.
- Star Wars guy. - Oh, he's kidding.
- Who is this man?! - He's my...
Hey, Jenny Craig.
I'm not his dad. I'm a cop. How about that?
Oh, a cop, I'm sorry. Thank you very much.
Why'd you bring a cop into my command center?!
Command center? It's a basement.
It's a command center.
Don't help, McClane. I can explain.
Just tell us what you know about Thomas Gabriel, all right?
That's why we came here.
Thomas Gabriel. That's cool. I didn't know. I'm sorry.
Get out-- I want you out right now!
- Why? - Hey, hey.
- 'Cause! - Just calm down, big boy.
You calm down! This is my house.
You're going to tell me what I want to know,
or I'm going to beat you to death in your own house.
Four years ago, the D.O.D.
recruits Thomas Gabriel to be a cyber-spook for them, okay?
First day on the job, goes in to his bosses
and tells them this nation's security infrastructure is wide open to compromise,
and what do they say? "We'll take it under advisement."
But this dude don't ease up, 'cause he's committed, like you read about,
so he breaks into a meeting of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, okay?
And using just a laptop, hacks into NORAD
and shuts down our entire defense network,
till 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? - Just tell us how to find the guy, that's all.
How do I know how to find the guy? He's a ghost, man; he just fell off the grid.
Another dead-end.
- Come on. - Hold on, wait, McClane.
Listen, Warlock, a couple of weeks ago, I wrote--
I know, dude, you wrote a mutating
algorithmic security code
that's probably being used by Thomas Gabriel right 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 particular template
is the Social Security Administration, okay?
But they don't even use it in the main facility. Look.
They use it in this building.
Over here in Woodlawn.
- Oh. What the hell? God. - I know, right?
"Right," what? What the hell are you guys talking about?
- The power consumption is off the charts. - It's hot.
- Why would there be chilling towers there? - That's what I thought.
Ho.
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?
Tell you what, guys. I don't know what's in that building,
but I assure you it's not Social Security numbers.
I got a red flag over here.
Someone's hacking 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're going to love this.
All right, let's get a better look at you.
- Freddy. - What?
What the hell are you doing dicking around inside my network?
McClane?
I thought I killed you already.
I get that sometimes.
You think you can, uh, find a track where he is?
- Two minutes. - Detective,
covering the camera with your hand
does not turn off the microphone.
Yeah...
I know I'm not as smart as you guys
at all this computer shit.
But, hey...
I'm still alive, ain't I?
I mean, you've got to be running out of bad guys by now, right?
Huh?
Gabriel?
Honestly, you can tell me.
I mean, how does that work?
Got some kind of service or something?
Some kind of 800 number? 1-800-HENCHMEN?
Oh, you know what? 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.
A new one of those gonna be real hard to come by, right?
You're very impressed with yourself, aren't you?
I have my moments.
Yeah?
Is this one of them?
Hello?
- Yes, this is emergency services calling. - Oh, thank God.
- Can she hear me? - My name is Lucy Gennero. I've been stuck for hours.
- I've been trying to call-- - Hey..
Can she hear this? Lucy, hang up that phone.
Yes. Calm down, miss.
We know exactly where you are.
Everything is going to be all right.
Lucy, hang up the phone!
Please, John, I'm trying to have a conversation.
We're a bit overloaded tonight, as you may imagine,
but I assure you, we're going to get you out of there,
even if I have to come down there and get you myself.
Thank you.
In the meantime, Miss Gennero, is there anyone
you would like us to contact for you?
Yeah.
My dad.
His name is John McClane.
He's a New York City cop.
We'll find him.
Just hang in there, miss.
We'll 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 something funny.
Where are you go-- Wh-Wh--
Where are you going? Hey.
McClane! Hey!
Hold up. Hold on.
Where you going? What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna go kill this motherfucker
and get my daughter back.
Or go get my daughter and kill this motherfucker.
- But she could be anywhere. - Listen to me. You can't go.
Okay? Just--
go play your computer game with "Hamhock."
- Warlock. - Warlock. Yeah. Okay.
Either way, you should just stay here.
- I think I-- - Hey, I'm doing you a favor.
All right?
It's gonna get messy.
I'll take it from here.
Thanks for your help.
Buckle up.
F.B.I., ma'am, Jersey field office.
Mind if I see your I.D.?
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's my fault you got into this.
This wasn't your fight.
You got nothing to be sorry about.
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.
Okay.
I'll be back in a second.
No, no, no, please, please!
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 or anything?
Yeah. Find Lucy and kill everybody else.
I mean more like a plan, like a way to do that.
I gotta get a gun. Keep your eyes open.
Come on.
Okay, according to the layout,
uh, the chilling towers are kept on the bottom level.
I think mine's locked.
Okay, now it looks like we're getting somewhere.
Uh...
Okay, this looks like
it controls the cooling system for the mainframe,
which should be...
If I can just hack in...
trip the alarm, it might alert Bowman.
Someone set off the alarms.
Yes. Thank you, detective.
I can hear that.
Find a way to turn it off.
What do you got?
We got a problem.
The alarms went off at Woodlawn.
It's got to be him.
And what's Woodlawn?
It's N.S.A.,
a secure facility outside of Baltimore.
It's a fail-safe we built after 9/11
to back up all financial information.
The moment the networks were hit,
all the financial data
automatically 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?
Well, if he could get in, he could download the data,
use it to siphon billions.
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, uh,
it's above your pay grade.
My pay grade?
I'm in charge of the infrastructure,
you arrogant prick!
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.
Let me see if I can get a floor plan of this place.
- Okay... - Don't move!
You-- get away from the bag. Now!
Okay. Okay.
We've been waiting for you.
Yeah?
I've been waiting for you, too.
Motherfucker!
McClane!
Kid!
Matt!
Kid?!
Emerson.
We seem to have a problem in one of the cooling towers.
- Tower Seven. - Tower Seven.
- Find out what's going on. - Okay.
- Sir? - Get the H.R. team into choppers.
We need to get to Woodlawn now.
They're saying it'll take at least 20 minutes to get the team on site.
We don't have 20 minutes.
Look, the Pentagon has jets flying CAP over D.C. Have them send one over to Woodlawn
and keep an eye on things till we get there.
Let's go.
Where's my daughter?
Russo, check in.
Yeah, I think, uh...
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 and the kid is--
Get all that?
That's right.
I'm on the third floor, but I'm coming to get you.
Time to take a nap, pal.
Kill this guy and I'll give you Mai's cut.
Shit.
My algorithm.
Okay, please get in.
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
right now?
- 'Cause you're scared of me. - Is that right?
You think I'm afraid of you?
Otherwise she'd be dead already.
She's your bargaining chip.
Stop there. Hands up.
If you kill me, you'll never get it open.
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, and nothing could be
further from the truth: I'm the good guy here.
I told them this could happen if they didn't prepare.
Did I get a thank you?
No, I got a "fuck you."
But they wouldn't listen.
You got their attention now,
- don't you? - That's right.
I am doing the country a favor.
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.
Oh, fuck you.
It's always been about the money.
What, I shouldn't get paid for my work?
I'm working my ass off here, John.
I'm on my way to bring you a big fuckin' check.
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 coming.
Would somebody please kill this son of a bitch?
We have a problem.
No, there's...
there's actually no problem.
I think I just got off on the wrong floor.
This is a mess.
Wow, I'm-- I'm truly impressed, man.
Hacking every byte
of financial data for the entire country would take weeks
unless you eliminated the congestion.
That's what this fire sale's 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 want to start thinking about what you want on your headstone, asshole.
Christ.
Goddamn hamster.
Here you go.
Stay still, spider boy.
That's right.
Goddamn it!
Oh-ho-ho, no.
Seriously, you probably shouldn't antagonize them
since they have all the loaded guns and what-not.
Listen, will you just take a minute
and dig deep for a bigger set of balls,
'cause you're gonna need them before we're through.
Wow, I know that tone.
It's just weird hearing it come from someone... with hair.
Sir.
E.T.A.: 15 minutes.
Fix it.
Oh, why? You're just going to kill me if I fix it. I know that.
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.
Freddy!
It's John McClane. Look, I know you can hear me.
This is your frequency, right? 666.
Come on. Pick up the mike, Freddy.
Uh, nobody here by that name, sorry.
Hacker jerkoff!
Warlock...
I need you to do
whatever it is you do to patch me through to the F.B.I.,
to Deputy Director Bowman.
You hear me?
Are you serious?
You want me to intentionally open up a comm line
to the head of the F.B.I. cyber division? I don't think so.
Freddy, goddamn it. They have my daughter!
I can do that. Hold on.
Thank you.
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 has left Woodlawn?
We're headed there right now.
And, 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 right to them.
Give me the tag number.
All right, hang on.
Here it comes.
Golf-Tango...
five-niner-two-November.
Yeah, got it. McClane, where is Farrell?
He's with them.
Listen to me.
I'm going to go in there and get Lucy out,
but if something happens to me,
you got to send the cavalry in, you hear me?
I mean everybody.
Don't let that maniac get my daughter, you hear me?
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, yeah, I got the go codes.
Can you connect me to the pilot?
Uh...
Uh... uh...
Isolating his radio.
Sending him the go codes.
AV-81.
AV-81, this is marine air wing A.T.C.
Go for AV-81.
Confirmed terrorist vehicle has been located
in your sector: big rig truck.
Currently in pursuit of a hazmat vehicle.
I see them, A.T.C.
You are authorized to engage and destroy.
Copy that. AV-81 engaging.
What?
Jesus Christ!
Goddamn it!
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!
Whew.
Let's go! Come on!
- Got two more to go. - That way. That way. Go.
Let's go. Move it.
We are leaving in three minutes.
You have one.
The rules haven't changed, man.
You're gonna kill me the minute I unlock it.
- Oh, shit! Oh, shit... - Matthew? Matthew!
I really need you to pay attention.
The rules can always change.
Okay, wait.
I'm gonna shoot her in ten seconds.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Nine... - I can't.
eight...
I can't.
Oh, God...
Yah! Okay!
Okay, okay, okay.
Six...
Okay, just stop. Stop, stop.
I'm doing it. I'm doing it.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Feds are headed this way.
Get everything on the plane.
- Dad! - Careful.
Don't worry, baby.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Daddy!
Hold this.
No!
Jesus Christ.
You got her?
You're sure?
It's a nice effort, though.
Matthew!
Oh, shit!
All right, okay!
Okay, I'm doing it. I know.
McClane.
Would you do me a favor?
I know the lights are beginning to dim,
but if you could just hang on
for a second, as soon as Matt's finished,
I'm gonna kill him and your daughter,
and I would love for you to see that.
Goddamn it. Matthew?
Ten seconds, okay, ten seconds you'll have all your money.
You just leave. No one has to get hurt, okay?
A few seconds.
Stay with me.
McClane!
- Stay with me. - Dad?
On your tombstone, it should read:
"Always in the wrong place at the wrong time."
How about... "Yippee-ki-yay,
motherfucker!"
Daddy...
Are you okay?
Yes, baby, I'm fine.
I knew you would come for me.
Of course I'd come for you.
Sorry it took me so long. It's okay.
Move, move!
Freeze!
Hold, hold!
He's okay.
Move around. Come around!
- Here, help Daddy up. - Okay.
Wait, wait. Oh, wait.
I think I'll just stay here
for a minute.
Okay. Daddy, you're out of your mind.
What are you talking 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 okay?
- Should I put my hands up? - No, don't put your hands up.
- Put them down farther? - Yeah.
He might die of shock on the way to the hospital.
All right.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
Oh, hey.
How's it feel to be shot?
It actually feels great.
Uh, he gave me some-- what is it called? Mor--
- Morphine. - Morphine.
Wow, you got your merit badge now.
Yeah-- Hey, 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?
Why? Did she say something to you?
I felt like we had a, um...
- kind of a vibe. - Take it easy.
That's just the morphine kicking 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, we're 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, uh, did he say anything about me?
Jesus, Lucy!
What? I-I'm sorry. I'm just asking.
I'm in enough pain already.
Hospital.