Well?
- I'm sending you the code. - Yes, I see that. Thank you.
- What about my account? - Delivering.
I just sent it. You should have it.
- Yes. Thank you. - Are you sure this is legal?
We're just running a test on our security system, sir. It's fine.
You've got a sexy voice. Is there anything else I can do for you?
- To you? - We have all we need.
We're ready.
Yo, guess who just made 50 Gs today.
- What'd you do to my drive? - I didn't touch it.
This isn't cool. Don't ever, ever touch my computer.
Diagnostics show no damage, but this was an intentional breach.
- We were hacked? - It wasn't "Denial of Service" level,
but they definitely cracked our door.
OK. Open the Black Hat files.
I want every hacker in the country who could have done this interviewed now.
Sir, that's close to 1,000 names. This holiday weekend we're short-staffed as it is.
We're the ones supposed to keep this from happening, and it happened to us. Do it.
Sir, it's night. They're all over the country.
Get local law enforcement help.
Somebody out there thinks they can screw with us. I wanna find out who.
- Jim. I said no. - Lucy, you're killin' me, all right?
- Get out. - What?
- Get out of the car now. - Don't touch me.
- No means no. - What are you doin'?
- John, stop it. - Don't call me that. I hate it when you do.
- You know this guy? - Just shut your mouth right now.
Dad. Stop it. I mean it.
- "Dad"? You said your dad was dead. - What?
You told this jerk-off I was dead? You actually said that?
I may have exaggerated a little bit.
And this guy's what? Your boyfriend?
- No. - Yeah.
I don't know, OK? I'm sorry. We'll see.
What are you doing here?
- You don't answer your phone, return calls. - Because I'm not talking to you.
- Why aren't we talking this time, Lucy? - Why not? What? You want a list?
How about stuff like this: You spy on me, you drag my boyfriend out of the car...
- You said he's not your boyfriend. - He's not.
- I thought you said I just was. - Shut up.
You are such an asshole.
OK. I'm sorry I pulled your "not-boyfriend" out of the car, OK?
- Lucy, baby, get in the car. Let's go. - No, no.
- Will both of you go away? - Just talk to me.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed... alone.
Damn right you're going to bed alone.
Lucy, honey, wait a minute. I wanna talk to you. Just wait.
Dad, when I wanna talk to you -
if I wanna 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 Sclavino.
- Go for McClane. - What are you doing at Rutgers?
- How do you know where I am? - Our cars were LoJacked four years ago.
- I'm staring at exactly where you are. - Sir, 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?
- Just came in. - Vino, it's 3am. I was on my way home.
Send ajughead from the Academy. They'd be happy to do it.
I can'tjust send in a 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 DC.
They had some kind of a computer breach there this morning.
Great.
All right, give me that information. Give me that name again. What is it?
You owe me one, Jack.
What?
Aw, come on.
Goddammit.
- Who is it? - NYPD. Open the door, please.
- Hi. - NYPD?
OK. I get it. Don't worry, everyone gets lost around here. Glad to help. Take...
I'm not lost. Are you Matthew Farrell?
No. He 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. You get that at Toys "R" Us? Looks great.
- Then of course... - Yeah. That actually looks pretty good.
Farrell. Sully PDL-ed the new copy of the Kill Zone Nine. Wanna 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 computer thing.
DC feds wanna talk to you, so let's go.
- Feds? - Yeah. The feds.
I've been White Hat for four years, but once you're on that goddamn list...
Such a pain in the ass.
You play with dolls?
- Could you not touch that? - Like a GI Joe?
No, it's not. It's a limited edition,
and...
- That supposed to come off? - No, but it's more valuable broken,
- so thanks for that. - Krazy Glue. I'm sure it's very important.
I got some other cool shit you can break.
- Let's go, OK? Come on. - I gotta power down my gear, OK?
More dolls. Not spending a whole lot of time with the girls.
Are you really trying to escape?
Jesus, don't shoot.
Get down.
- Jesus Christ. - Stay right there.
Go.
Let's go. Come on. Low, low. Stay down.
Come on.
It's all right. Stay low, all right? Stay down.
- You stay with me, all right? Here we go. - OK.
OK.
That'll wake the neighbors.
Get down. Get inside.
They're back in the room. They're back in the room.
Are you nuts? Get outta there right now.
- I'm trying to... - Now.
Get back in there.
Get ready to run.
- What the hell was that? - What?
- Did you do that? - No.
- Shit. - I didn't do that. Come on.
- Shit. - Stay close. The whole apartment's on fire.
Come on. Let's go. Come on, let's go, goddammit.
Come on.
Watch it. Slow it down.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Let's go. Come on.
Come on, come on. Stay close.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Come on, let's go. Stay close.
Get in the car. Go, go.
- Kid, can you reload a gun? - What? Me?
- Can you reload a gun? - I...
Open the glove box and get a magazine out right now.
Grab the gun from the back seat.
You OK?
Get your head down.
Jesus! Is the circus in town?
- Did you see that? - Yeah, I saw it. I did it.
Camden base, 10077. Come back. Camden base, 10077.
Go ahead.
I need to speak to your chief of your detectives. Police emergency, asap.
Stand by.
- This is Chief Detective Wiesman. - This is Detective John McClane, NYPD.
Police emergency. I wanna report a police shooting in yourjurisdiction.
- 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. Get airborne and we'll track 'em down. Think you can handle that?
- Oh, my God. - Just breathe.
I am breathing. I 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? I don't know, '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? 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.
We got seven dead hackers so far, none of whom were high on our list.
- Get the hard drives, start sweepin' 'em. - 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, DC. It's shaping up to be a beautiful Fourth of July weekend.
If you've got any big plans, get started early, 'cause 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. Doesn't make it classic.
- What sucked then sucks now. - You don't like Creedence?
This is like having a pine cone shoved in my ass.
OK. Really? Wow, that's mature.
Come on. I'm cooperating with you.
We're at a heading of 060. Making another pass.
Listen up, everyone. Are we ready?
Transportation hubs are prepped and set.
Begin stage one.
What? Nothing.
When'd you last turn on the radio and listen 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? Nothin'?
It's called news radio. I want to see if 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.
Ready for this? The news is completely manipulated.
Everything you hear, every single day,
is designed by corporate media to do one thing only: To keep you living in fear.
- Fear? - Total fear.
So you'll go out and spend money on things you probably don't even need,
so advertisers keep buying ads on their stations.
I'll tell you one more thing. I'll do this all day. I got days of data at home...
I'll drop a bomb on you...
- What? - Shut up.
That's good. Be dismissive instead of...
- You all right? - No, I'm not all right.
Just stay in the car. You'll be all right.
Hey, man. Hey.
You all right? Don't move. Just call 911, all right?
OK.
Jesus Christ.
All the lights are green.
Let's go. Right now.
- We gotta go? - Get your bag, hack-boy. Let's go.
- Let's go. - I've never been in a car accident.
Well, it's very exciting. This way, come on.
- You been in a car accident? - Yeah.
What are we doing?
It's a little thing they invented in the '60s called jogging. You're gonna love it.
Sir, Chicago's reporting a systems crash on the el train network.
Amtrak is flashing a level-one crash in their com system.
FAAjust issued a critical alert. Their ATC netjust went down.
We're under attack.
OK, let's get 'em 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.
We need you inside, sir.
Take your team. I want men on the fourth floor, got it? Masks on.
We gotta know what's there.
Run a trunk search on these data crashes, try to ID the point of origin.
Begin stage two.
What's going on?
They're already starting to panic.
Of course they are.
They think that someone's taking their money.
All those nickels and dimes they saved had meaning.
"Useful idiots," as Lenin would say.
Prep the video package.
DC transportation system's crashing and they just hit the financial sector. All of it.
Get me the secretary for trans and treasury on the line and the chairman of the SEC.
Let's go, people. Somewhere somebody left a digital fingerprint. Find it.
- Deputy Director Bowman in here? - Not now. It'll have to wait.
Not today. This is Matthew Farrell. I brought him here on orders from Bowman.
If you don't know what's goin' on, find somebody that does.
I'm Bowman.
Video package is ready for upload.
John, I appreciate your bringing Farrell,
but we are neck-deep in damage control right now.
Excuse me. I'm sorry, sir. Do you have anything to eat, any snacks around?
I'd love... I've got really low blood sugar...
- Sir? - No?
As if the transportation breakdown and anthrax scares weren't enough for one day,
the stock market found itself in a selling frenzy.
The FTC believes this panic might have been triggered
by a computer malfunction in the stock exchange.
Man, that is all bad.
It's 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, we got a system error.
- My fellow Americans... ...it is time to...
strike... fear... into... the hearts of... citizenry.
- Ask not... - That'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... 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.
OK, I want telecom, transportation...
- Jesus Christ, it's a fire sale. - What?
It's a fire sale.
- We don't know that yet. - It's a myth, anyway.
It's a myth? Really? Please tell me she's actually not in charge of anything.
What's a fire sale?
It's a three-step systematic attack on the entire national infrastructure.
Step one: Take out transportation. Step two: The financial base and telecoms.
Step three: Get rid of all the utilities - gas, water electric, nuclear...
Anything that's run by computers, which today is almost everything.
That's why they call it a fire sale - everything must go.
Listen. What's your name? Farrell?
Keep your voice down, OK? No one here's talking about a fire sale.
Not unless you're telling me you helped plan one.
No, man. I'm just saying...
Appreciate your concern. We're on it. Thank you.
- You've done a bang-up job so far. - What? What?
Nothing. I said I understand.
They didn't send the girl scouts out to get this kid. They sent professionals, full tactical gear.
They blew the joint up. I don't know this kid, and frankly I don't give a shit - no offence -
but somebody wants this kid dead,
and obviously it's got something to do with whatever's going on here.
OK. Homeland's interrogating 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 wanna know what he knows.
If he knew half the shit I know, his 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? Look, you take out any one thing, the system can recover.
If you take it all down at once, the system crashes and... Look around, man.
Come on. Government's gotta 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 DHS?
Laughlin, get on the DC police band and get 'em to clear a route to DHS for us.
DC Metro, this is the FBI 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.
I don't mean to harp, but we just passed another Arby's, and I'm starving.
- I could eat a wrapper. - Shut up.
- I could just get some ketchup packets. - Shut up.
You got about 14 minutes to tell me why you lied to me.
Lied to you? What are you talking about?
The pictures on the wall - you knew those guys.
- I don't... - Kid, don't lie to me.
I'm a cop. I can tell you're lying. Who were they?
OK. OK, OK.
They were my competition.
Make the next right onto Concord.
They said they'd developed a mutating encryption algorithm
and they wanted to see if it could be cracked.
That's what I do. I do math-based security.
Here's the thing. To pull off something as massive and crazy as a fire sale,
you need tons of guys to write programs, but only a few Black Hats to implement it.
At that point the start-up 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 Armageddon.
Take the next left at Lexington.
And that's a sexy voice. What's she taking us this way for?
- Unit 510. - Oh, my God.
Clear a route for two FBI vehicles approaching on Concord.
Copy, dispatch.
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.
- No, don't say anything... - Just keep your mouth shut for a minute.
Hey, Metro, how's your day goin' over there?
Gotta be pretty crazy over there, what with all those 587s.
Yes, sir. We've had to dispatch all units.
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. Turn left on 14th Street.
- Officer McClane. - It's Detective McClane, asshole.
Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other when I 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 NYPD.
And how's Holly?
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.
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, jerk-off.
John, you're a Timex watch in a digital age.
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. What about that?
Hold your position.
He's not responding.
Get down. Get right down.
Just stay down.
Officers down at the corner of Main and Constitution. Officers down.
Come on, come on, get out. Let's go.
Goddammit. Just stay down!
Get down. Just hang on.
Base, we've got a squad car under fire. We need backup.
This is base. We're sending backup.
Just brace yourself.
Hang on.
Yeah!
- We lost the tail. - Stay with them.
- They're back. - I know.
Take the tunnel. Left.
God, what are you... Oh, God!
Bring up the schematics on that tunnel.
The tunnel!
Open the gates on the north side entrance.
Redirect traffic to occupy all lanes.
- Now open the other side. - What?
Move.
Hang onto something.
Don't get out of the car. Don't...
Just stay there. Stand still.
Run. Run.
Oh, God.
Don't hesitate like that again.
Can you help me get my wife...
- You all right? - Yeah, yeah.
- You OK? - I can't move my arms.
- Just stay here. Stay right here for a minute. - What?
"It can't be a uniform, John. No."
Get over to the wall, sir. "Feds called in a favor."
"All you gotta do is go pick up a kid down in Jersey, drive him down to DC."
"How hard can that be? It can't be that hard, can it?"
"No, gotta be a senior detective."
Think a traffic jam, throwing a car at me's gonna stop me?
Rand, get in there and get it done.
This is not a good idea.
- Don't touch me, don't touch me. - OK, sorry, sorry.
Are you OK? Oh, my God.
- Pretty lucky shot. - Yeah, lucky. That was...
You just killed a helicopter with a car.
I was out of bullets.
- How you doin'? - I skinned my knee, my asthma's acting up...
- Whatever. Yeah, I'm fine. - Give me a hand. Don'tjump outta cars.
Rand, check in.
What about Farrell and McClane?
Come back in.
OK, 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.
ID, 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 DOD clearance.
I don't know why you'd need to go further. There's nothin' down there but servers.
Go again. Rodriguez. I didn't copy.
- Gate secured. - Copy.
OK, we are in.
This is insane.
This is absurd.
Man, there's tough and there's stupid. You gotta go to a hospital. Look at you.
I'm not a doctor, but you're hurt.
- Yeah. Sexy, right? - No.
Come on.
We don't need a doctor. We need the cops.
He's in.
Get outta the way. Make a hole, please. Come on.
Watch out. Excuse me. Excuse me. Come on.
NYPD. All right? I got this kid. Come on. Let's go, kid.
Excuse me. Thanks.
NYPD. NYPD.
Coming through.
Sergeant?
Sergeant. I need to speak to you.
- The medic's in the back. - I'm all right. NYPD. I need to talk to you.
Just give me a minute.
Sergeant.
Oh, my God.
Let's get outta here.
We're a go.
Launch the downloads.
- Nothing's happening. - Be patient.
- I don't know. It's not responding. - Wait for it.
See? There you go.
- Tell me when the download reaches 20%. - OK.
I need you to please remain calm.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me. Thank you. - Holy shit.
- Kid? Kid, hey. - 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 cautious.
They are telling drivers to abandon their vehicles until they are searched.
And, as you can see, canine units are checking each vehicle.
Whether this is connected to the anthrax reports we heard earlier
or a new terrorist threat, we do not know...
- FAAjust grounded all flights. - Good.
We have complete access over networks - phones, power grids, water, nuclear.
- Excuse me. - Jack Parry, NSA.
Chuck Summer, DHS liaison. White House made the call.
- Anything you need, we're here to help. - Help? Wow, that's great.
We're gonna need some work space for our people. What can you do for us?
As you can see, we're using the space, so you guys can stand in the corner and liaise.
If I need something, I'll just wave to you.
- Wait. No, don't call. - What are you talkin' about?
They probably cracked that hours ago. They could trace us. Put it away.
- You sure? - Yes.
Or smash it. You didn't have to smash it.
Excuse me. It's a police emergency.
He'll call you right back.
Here, right in here. Come here.
- You got a signal? - Yeah.
- This is John McClane for Agent Bowman.
Sir, John McClane is on the line.
- McClane, go. - We never made it to DHS.
They came after the kid again. All your men are down.
- What about Farrell? - 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 telecom system, phones, cells, 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.
McClane.
Look out.
Bowman? Bowman, do you see that?
Bowman, it's a fake.
I see it.
Thank God.
Shit.
- McClane? - Bowman.
Satellite's down. Get me a land line.
I wrote one little piece of code and the world falls apart. This is virtual terrorism.
- What? - You know, it's crazy.
The first 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 and melt the system just for fun.
It's not a system. It's a country.
You're talkin' about people, a whole country full of people,
sitting at home alone, scared to death in their houses, all right?
So finish your nostalgic moment and 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, what would be your next move?
OK, well, the whole point of a fire sale is that it's mostly done by remote, right?
But not everything is run completely online. Major utilities aren't.
They're run by closed circuits, so you could breach the security,
but to shut it down you'd have to physically go there. You'd have to show up.
And...
- Give me that guy's PDA. - Phones are all dead.
No, it's the network that's dead. I've just gotta reprogram it and link it into the old Satcoms.
Hackers surf 'em all the time. 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.
OK. National power grid.
Gas and electric is divided into three zones - Eastern, Central, Western -
each with a primary hub.
Here it is.
- 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.
- OK. Come on. Let's go. - What? To West Virginia?
I honestly don't think I can handle any more people trying to kill me. McClane.
- You get used to it. - McClane. Shit.
Sir, wireless networks are down and I think they're hitting the land lines, too.
I don't care how, you find me a line.
- Come on, what you got? - We swept the building. Seems clean.
- We can sweep it again... - Don't bother. Don't bother.
It's a fake. This guy's playin' us.
OK, get everyone back inside the crisis centre now.
OK, let's open it up.
- Come on, get in. - Door's locked.
Unless you have an extra gun I can use to unlock it.
Don't do that. You're gonna disable it.
Jesus Christ!
That was crazy. Did you see that?
Sorry about that, man. I didn't know it'd come out so fast.
Man, this is a pain in the ass. How'd you do yours?
You all right? What? Did it hit you a little bit?
Sorry.
No, please don't touch those, OK? I know what I'm doing. I've done this before.
I mean, I've read about it.
RoadAssist. We've detected an air-bag deployment.
Yes. Please, we just hit a tree and my dad is having a heart attack.
I think he's gonna die. You need to help us.
Hold while we contact emergency services.
No, no. He's dying. I can get him to a hospital. I can drive. I'm fine.
But I can't really turn the key, so you gotta start the car for us, OK? Please, Dad...
- Your name, please? - I'm...
My name is... Frank,
and my dad's name is... is...
Dvorak Tsajanski.
Please... Please, just help us. We need your help. Please.
Emergency services are on their way.
No, no, listen to me. Ma'am, what is your name?
- Dolores. - Dolores?
OK, Dolores, I don't know if you have a dad, but I do,
and I wanna be able to say that a year from now.
Because my dad is my hero, and right now he is in my arms dying,
and his only hope is to get to a hospital right now. We can't wait.
So please start the goddamn car.
Thank you, Dolores.
Pass the PDA. I gotta call the Warlock.
- The what? - The Warlock. A digital Jedi. He's amazing.
- Ma'am, you're not authorized to be here. - FBI. We suspect a security breach.
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. I'm just...
- Well, what? What's the matter you? - I'm not like you. I can't do this shit.
What's that mean? Like what?
I'm not, like, heroic and everything. I'm not brave like you are.
- I'm not that guy. - I'm nobody's hero, kid.
You've saved my life, like, ten times in six hours.
Just doing my job, that's all.
Know what you get for being a hero? Nothing. You get shot at.
You get a little pat on the back, blah-blah-blah. Attaboy.
You get divorced.
A wife that can't remember your last name.
Your kids don't wanna talk to you.
You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself.
Trust me, kid, nobody wants to be that guy.
- Then why are you doin' this? - 'Cause there's nobody else to do it now.
If there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it.
But there's not. So we're doin' it.
And that's what makes you that guy.
Thing's flying now.