LOVIN' SPOONFUL: [Singing] Hot town, summer in the city.
Back of my neck gettin' dirt and gritty.
Been down. Isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city.
AII around, peopIe Iookin' half-dead...
waIkin' on the sidewaIk hotter than a match head.
But at night, it's a different worId.
Goin' out to find a girI.
Come on, come on, and dance aII night.
Despite the heat it'II be aII right.
And, babe, don'tyou know it's a pity?
The days can't be Iike the nights...
in the summer in the city.
In the summer in the city.
CooI town, meetin' in the city.
Dressed so fine and Iookin' so pretty.
CooI cat Iookin' for a kitty.
Gonna Iook in every corner of the city...
tiII I'm wheezin' Iike a bus stop, runnin'--
WALTER: AIan, bomb squad, speciaI services...
state poIice, and the FBI.
Lieutenant Jergensen, you, PaImer...
go to St. John's emergency...
in case we got any waIk-ins from the street.
Kramer, getthe city engineer.
I gotta fiIe a damage report. Very important.
LAMBERT: BonwitTeIIer.
Who wouId want to bIow up a department store?
KOWALSKI: Ever see a woman miss a shoe saIe?
WALTER: Connie, get started on the witness sheet.
Ricky,you and Joe...
make sure the uniforms got it cordoned off there...
and don't Iet the damn TV crews in.
WOMAN: Inspector, phone.
INSPECTOR: Not now. Benson,traffic!
Get Fifth Avenue cIeared up by 3:00...
orwe got the traffic jamfrom heII.
WOMAN: WaIter, I thinkyou'd bettertake this.
Major-case unit. Inspector Cobb.
SIMON: Said SimpIe Simon to the pie man going to thefair...
''Give me your pies, or I'II cave your head in.''
Bonwit's was justto make sure I had your attention.
SIMON: Is there a detective named McCIane there?
He's on suspension.
SIMON: No,WaIter. He's not.
Nottoday.
WALTER: Who is this?
SIMON: CaII me Simon.
WALTER: What do you want?
SIMON: I wantto pIay a game.
WALTER: What kind of game?
SIMON: Simon says.
SIMON: Simon's going to teII McCIane whatto do...
and Lieutenant McCIane is going to do it.
NoncompIiance wiII resuIt in a penaIty.
WALTER: What penaIty?
SIMON: Another big bang in a very pubIic pIace.
What is itthatyou want Lieutenant McCIane to do?
Simon says Lieutenant McCIane...
is to go to the corner of 138th Street und Amsterdam...
which is in HarIem, if I'm not mistaken.
WALTER: KowaIski! Lambert! You know where tofind McCIane?
LAMBERT: I kind of doubt you'IIfind him in church.
You betterfind out what rock he's under...
and kick it over.
KOWALSKI: John.
Thanks.
Give me afew more.
Jesus,John. You Iook Iike shit.
[John beIches]
Where did we Ieave off with that roster?
RICKY: We gotthree kiIIings in Redhookthe pasttwo nights.
WALTER: Put Miner on it. And Genetti.
The mayor's office wiII caII before the day's out.
RICKY: Next, 14 dumptrucks stoIen...
from a yard in Staten IsIand.
Fourteen? Jesus!
Are they starting a construction company?
LAMBERT: Itwas John's IandIady going to cIean his apartment.
[KowaIski Iaughs]
Insurancefraud.
Trucks are probabIy aIready out in CaIifornia.
Contractor spIits the money with the thieves.
We had that in Jersey coupIe years ago,Joe, remember?
WALTER: See what KeIIy can do with it.
Hey,whatwas the Iottery number Iast night?
EVERYONE: Four-six-six-seven.
You stiII betting your badge, Rick?
RICKY: Yeah.
Sixty-nine-ninety-one every week.
Six-nine-ninety-one. Lucky number.
LAMBERT: Half the cops here pIay their badges.
WALTER: How are the kids,John?
They're OK. Ahem.
WALTER: Did you taIkwith HoIIy?
No, I didn'ttaIkto HoIIy.
MAN: Coming up on it, Inspector.
JOHN: Is it hot, or am I just scared to death?
WALTER: Wanna make sure the gun's secure?
LAMBERT: Yeah. It's good.
JOHN: You're thefirstwoman since HoIIy to see me do this.
KOWALSKI: I'm honored.
Yeah, so was she.
So...where's the backup going to be?
We're going to draw back to 128th Street.
What?
Ten bIocks? Youfucking kidding me?
Oh, man. That's just great.
WaIter,what is aII this about?
lf we don't do what he says, he'II bIow up another pIace.
JOHN: Why me?
WALTER: I have no idea. He just said it had to be you.
JOHN: It's nice to be needed.
FrankIy,John--
How aboutyou mind yourfucking business about HoIIy, huh?
You and Simon arefucking up a perfectIy good hangover.
OK.
[Loud rap music pIaying from boombox]
WALTER: We'II be back to pickyou up in 15 minutes.
Take yourtime. I expectto be dead infour.
Let's go, BiIIy!
[Car horn honks]
OLDER BOY: Yo, UncIe!
YOUNGER BOY: Come Iook atthis!
ZEUS: It's 10 after9:00. Why aren'tyou in schooI?
BOY: Tony wants to seII this.
ZEUS: Tony. That no-neck dude they caII Bad T?
YOUNGER BOY: Hefound it in a dumpster.
He keeps steaIing, they'IIfind him in a dumpster.
OLDER BOY: He didn't steaI it. His uncIe gave itto him.
ZEUS: Mm-hmm. Hand me that newspaperthere.
ZEUS: Don't ever Iet peopIe use you.
You're running aII overtown with stoIen property.
lf you get caught, you get in troubIe...
whiIe he denies the whoIe thing.
YOUNG BOY: You mean you want us to take it backto Tony?
ZEUS: No. I'II take it backto Tony...
with a message.
Now,where you going?
YOUNG BOY: SchooI.
-Why? -To get educated.
-Why? -So we can go to coIIege.
-And why is that important? -To get 'espect.
ZEUS: Respect. And who's the bad guys?
-Guys who seII drugs. -Guys who have guns.
-Who are the good guys? -We're the good guys.
-Who's going to heIpyou? -Nobody.
-So who's going to heIpyou? -We're gonna heIp ourseIves.
-Who do we notwantto heIp us? -White peopIe.
That's right.
ZEUS: Get on out of here. Go to schooI.
OLDER BOY: UncIe, you better come Iook atthis.
ZEUS: What?
BOY: There's a white man standing in the street.
ZEUS: I've seen one.
Not Iike this.
[Horn honks]
DiaI 911. TeII the poIice to get up here quick.
Somebody's aboutto get kiIIed.
And getyour butts to schooI, you hear?
BOYS: Yeah.
ZEUS: AII right.
YOUNG MAN: Man,you best back off, man.
ZEUS: Morning.
JOHN: Good morning.
You having a nice day, sir? YoufeeIing aII right?
Notto gettoo personaI...
but a white man standing in HarIem...
wearing a sign that says, ''I hate niggers...''
has either got serious personaI issues...
or not aII his dogs are barking.
Hey, I'm taIking to you!
You got about 10 seconds before those guys see you...
and when they do,they wiII kiII you. You understand?
You are aboutto have a very bad day.
Yeah,teII me about it.
It's a poIice matter. Foryour safety--
You damn right it's a poIice matter.
I suggest you hide your butt in my shop tiII the poIice arrive.
YOUNG MAN: What the fuck?!
Aw, shit.
-Listen, I'm a cop on a case. -What?
Somebody bIew up BonwitTeIIer's.
-You hear aboutthat? -Yeah.
The asshoIe responsibIe said I gotta do this...
or he's gonna bIow up something eIse.
ZEUS: Shit, shit, shit.
JOHN: I got a gun. Get across the street.
ZEUS: Start acting crazy, Iike Looney Toons...
Iike BeIIevue.
YOUNG MAN: Hey, Zeus. This yourfriend?
ZEUS: He Iook Iike afriend of mine?
I thinkthe dude just escaped from some hospitaI...
you know, Iike BeIIevue?
JOHN: I am the...
voice of my own God.
And my God...
I toId the Iibrarian I had a bad headache...
but she didn't beIieve me.
I reaIIy do have a bad headache...
I have a very bad headache! My head doesn't--
Shutthefuck up!
You've made a very bad mistake.
Boo-ya his ass.
Ha ha ha! Ha ha!
Cutthat shit off.
FeIIas,feIIas!
Nature boy here hates niggers. What are we gonna do aboutthat?
ZEUS: HoId up, hoId up, hoId up!
Oh, shit!
-Back! Back up! -Hey, Zeus is trippin'.
Backthefuck up! Now!
[Young men shouting]
Come on, man, get up.
Get out of here!
Stopthe cab-- stopthe goddamn cab!
CABBY: Don't shoot me!
Get up! Come on, get up!
Back off. I mean it!
I don'twantto, but I wiII. You know I wiII.
JOHN: Go, go! Getthefuck out of here!
ZEUS: Drive! Drive!
[BottIes smashing on cab]
ZEUS: Don't stop. Just keep driving.
Run the red Iight!
CABBY: Here, man. That's aII I got.
ZEUS: Putthat money away. No one's robbing you.
JOHN: Just run aII the Iights. Drive.
CABBY: You got it, boss.
-Oh, man. Damn! -That cut deep?
-How the heII wouId I know? -Just keep pressure on it.
-Goddamn! -Oh,fuck!
Jesus, right?
-John McCIane. I owe you. -Damn rightyou do!
ZEUS: Know what they're doing to my shop now?
JOHN: ChiII out,Jesus.
ZEUS: ChiII out? You trying to reIate to me? TaIkwhite.
JOHN: Jesus, I'm sorry--
Why you keep caIIing me Jesus? I Iook Puerto Rican?
JOHN: Guy backthere caIIed you Jesus.
ZEUS: NotJesus. He said, ''Hey, Zeus.''
My name is Zeus.
JOHN: Zeus?
ZEUS: As infather of ApoIIo, Mount OIympus...
don't-fuck-with-me...
or-I'II-shove-a-Iightning-boIt- up-your-ass Zeus!
You got a probIem with that?
No. I don't have a probIem with that.
Downtown. PoIice pIaza.
ZEUS: Oh, ho. That's just great.
LAMBERT: Record of aII coIIars recentIy reIeased...
and anybody eIse he might've Iooked at sideways.
FRED: Textbook megaIomania.
It's a pathoIogicaI state...
in whichfantasies of controI or omnipotence predominate.
He wants controI over him--
over his actions, his thoughts-- even his emotions.
Sounds Iike a secret admirer, John.
Yeah. Maybe he'II send mefIowers.
LAMBERT: Everybody knows you Iike pansies.
FRED: Notthat kind of emotion. This guy is ugIy.
WALTER: How is that?
WOMAN: Nothing wrong with him a showerwouIdn't cure.
Beer's normaIIy taken internaIIy,John.
Just give me some aspirins, wiII you?
WOMAN: OK. HoId this here.
WALTER: This is Fred SchiIIer, John, and he's a--
JOHN: A shrink. Yeah, I got it.
FRED: Yes. We're deaIing with a megaIomaniacaI personaIity...
with possibIe paranoid schizophrenic--
Let's skip to where you expIain...
what the fuck this has to do with me.
I don't know...
butwhat I do know is it specificaIIy has to do with you.
This guy wants to pound you untiI you crumbIe.
He wants you to dance to his tune,then--
JOHN: Put on a dress andfuck me?
I was going to say kiII you.
He's sitting on an awfuI Iot of rage...
and it couId be manifested physicaIIy if he's stressed.
WALTER: Somebody he arrested, somebody he pissed off?
That couId be one heII of a Iong Iist.
Fuckyou,Joe.
FRED: These peopIe don't Iike to work anonymousIy.
They wantyou to know who's doing it.
This name Simon probabIy isn't an aIias.
It's probabIy Simon or some variation.
LAMBERT: ''Simon, Robert E. Busted in '86.
''Extortion. Kidnapping. 10 to 15.
''Did seven years for good behavior.
''ReIeased on a state workfurIough two months ago.''
Thanks, Rick. Bob Simons was a bankrupt businessman...
who kidnapped his partner's daughter.
He's afuckup, not a psycho. The guy we want is nuts.
A nutwho knows a Iot about bombs.
Wefound this in a pIayground.
ProfessionaI. Very cooI stuff.
You know...boom.
WALTER: Thinkyou shouId sIam it around, CharIie?
CHARLIE: It's unmixed. You can't hurt it.
This stuff is cutting edge. It's a binary Iiquid.
A what?
CHARLIE: Like epoxy.
Two Iiquids.
Either one by itself...
CHARLIE: ...you got nothing.
But mix them...
CHARLIE: Ricky.
KOWALSKI: Aah!
CharIie,you're gonna be wearing that chair upyour ass!
Christ aImighty, CharIie!
Like I said,very cooI stuff.
With a package Iike this you get a warning.
The bomb has to arm itself.
You'II see the red Iiquid pump into the cIear...
before it detonates.
JOHN: How Iong before?
CHARLIE: Ten seconds,two minutes.
CouId be anything.
But once it's mixed...
be somewhere eIse.
WALTER: This stuff has got to be pretty rare.
Find out if any of it is missing somepIace.
LAMBERT: Livermore Labs-- Theft overthe weekend.
Got enough to make another one,Joe?
About 2,000 pounds.
Of that?
CHARLIE: The detonating mechanism can be anything--
radio, eIectricaI.
You couId use a beeper and phone it in.
WOMAN: Inspector! It's him.
CHARLIE: Bomb has a doubIe-feedback Ioop.
A nasty IittIe trick used in Lebanon.
WALTER: CharIie. CharIie!
-Shh. -What?
Wantto startthe trace?
Simon.
SIMON: He wore the board...
waIked the street, and survived...
Hauptmann WaIter.
Where are my pigeons now?
WALTER: Pigeons?
SIMON: I had two pigeons, bright and gay...
fIyfrom me the other day.
Why was itthey did go?
You cannotteII. You do not know.
WALTER: You mean McCIane?
SIMON: No. I mean Santa CIaus.
JOHN: Yeah, I'm here.
SIMON: Ah. There after aII.
And yourfriend?
RICKY: Come on. We need you in the other room.
Let's go. Come on.
WOMAN: They need you. Go.
JOHN: Yeah, he's here,too.
SIMON: May I speakwith him?
SIMON: Is the ebony Samaritan there now?
ZEUS: You got a probIem with ebony?
SIMON: No. My onIy probIem is that I wentto some troubIe...
preparing that gamefor McCIane.
You interfered with a weII-Iaid pIan.
ZEUS: You can stick yourweII-Iaid pIan...
upyourweII-Iaid ass.
[DiaI tone]
WALTER: Thatwas not smart.
There are Iives at stake here.
RICKY: Not enough time, Inspector.
You better hope he caIIs back.
FRED: He wiII.
[Chattering outside]
Ricky,teII those peopIe to shutthe heII up outthere!
RICKY: Keep it down here!
[Chattering]
[Ring]
Simon.
He wasn't speaking for aII of us.
SIMON: Thatwas unpIeasant. Don't Iet it happen again.
So what's your name, boy?
ZEUS: Don't caII me boy.
SIMON: I'm sorry. Itwas a poor attempt at humor.
I was going to send you home with a chiding...
but now I think--
RICKY: We got him.
It's a pay phone...in OsIo.
-They say it's Mexico. -Norway?
Now they're saying it's Juarez, Mexico.
KOWALSKI: Forget it. He's scrambIing upthe system.
They don't know where he is.
SIMON: Havingfun with the phone company, are we?
Simon says McCIane and the Samaritan...
wiII go to the subway station at 72nd and Broadway.
I'II caII you in 15 minutes...
on the pay phone outside the station.
No poIice.
FaiIure to answer wiII constitute noncompIiance.
Do you understand me,John?
JOHN: Oh,yes, I understand.
I understand you're afucking wacko...
who Iikes to pIay kid's games.
-HardIy. -HardIy?
JOHN: Then who are you, somebody I sent up?
What did you do--
shopIifting, purse-snatching...
cross-dressing,what?
SIMON: You c-c-couIdn't catch me...
if I stoIe your ch-chair with you in it.
My ch-ch-chairwith me in it?
Let me askyou a question, bonehead--
why are you trying to k-k-k-kiII me?
SIMON: John,John, caIm yourself.
JOHN: Why don'tyou come down here...
and we'IIfigure this out Iike men?
SIMON: lf kiIIing you was aII I wanted,you'd be dead now.
Simon,this is Inspector Cobb.
I can appreciate yourfeeIingsfor McCIane...
but beIieve me, the jerk isn'tworth it.
He stepped on so many toes in this department...
next month he'II be a security guard.
His wife wants nothing to do with him...
and he's two steps shy of becoming an aIcohoIic.
JOHN: One step, one step.
Now, Iisten to me.
You sound Iike a reaI smart guy.
What is ityou want?
SIMON: Are you taIking about money?
WALTER: WeII,whatever,whatever.
McCIane is a toiIet bug.
WhatwouId ittake...
justtoforget him and Iive happiIy ever after?
SIMON: Money is shitto me.
I wouId not give up McCIane...
for aII the goId in your Fort Knox.
72nd Street subway, pay phone, 15 minutes.
McCIane and the Samaritan.
lf you're competent in the Ieast...
you'vefound the briefcase...
so you know what I mean by penaIty.
[DiaI tone]
JOHN: I wantto thankyou forthatvote of confidence.
WALTER: I thought itwas worth a try.
This guy's a raving maniac.
FRED: He couIdn't be any cIearer.
He gave you cIues to his identity...
he spoke German...
he caIIed it ''your'' Fort Knox...
and he stammered when McCIane pushed him.
WALTER: You beIieve this guy reaIIy can't be bought?
The very mention of money onIy enraged himfurther.
What's that?
WALTER: It's your shieId.
JOHN: You asking me to be a cop again?
WALTER: Ricky, get him his gun.
JOHN: You didn't answer my question.
Hey!
You didn't answer my question,WaIter.
Are you done, Lieutenant?
WALTER: You two better Ieave to getto 72nd Street on time.
Joe,they go with backup.
You got it.
Whoa,whoa,whoa. I'm not going anywhere.
WALTER: Simon says you got to go.
I'm notjumping through hoops for some psycho.
That's a white man with white probIems.
CaII me when he crosses 110th Street.
JOHN: Hey.
Why'd you save my ass?
ZEUS: I didn't.
I stopped a white cop from getting kiIIed in HarIem.
One white cop gets kiIIed today...
tomorrow we got 1,000 white cops...
aII of them with itchy triggerfingers, got it?
Get him back.
Where'd youfind that bomb?
Chinatown.
Shit.
JOHN: Yo. Yo, partner. Wait up.
ZEUS: Hey, hey, I ain'tyour partner...
your neighbor,your brother, oryourfriend.
I'm yourtotaI stranger.
JOHN: OK, stranger.
You know where that park is at 115th Street and St. NichoIas?
Yeah. That's in HarIem.
Where do you think wefound that bomb?
Listen,this guy doesn't care about skin coIor...
even if you do.
ZEUS: What am I doing?
JOHN: Cheer up. Things couId be worse.
I was working on a nicefat suspension...
smoking cigarettes, and watching Captain Kangaroo.
Come on.
KOWALSKI: They're atthe phone, butthere's a probIem.
WALTER: How big a probIem?
LAMBERT: Oh, about300 pounds.
JOHN: Excuse me, ma'am.
We need this phone for officiaI poIice business.
Honey, I'm a cop. I need the phone.
ZEUS: Get off the damn phone. PoIice business.
WOMAN: WeII, I never!
ZEUS: I can get used to this.
JOHN: Find a phone across the street.
I'm the onIy one here on officiaI poIice business.
Don't do that shit again.
ZEUS: Let's get something eIse straight--
you need me more than I need you.
You don't Iike the way I do things? I quit.
[Ring]
AII right, I need you.
[Ring]
I need you more than you need me.
[Ring]
JOHN: HeIIo.
SIMON: Birds of afeather fIocktogether.
So do pigs and swine.
Rats and mice have their chance...
as wiII I have mine.
JOHN: Nice. Rhymes.
SIMON: Why was the phone busy? Who were you caIIing?
JOHN: The psychic hot Iine.
SIMON: I'd advise you to take this more seriousIy.
JOHN: It's a pubIic phone. What shouId I say?
SIMON: SimpIy say there was afatwoman on it...
and ittook a minute to get her off.
Now,John,there's a significant amount of expIosive...
in the trash receptacIe nextto you.
Try to run, and it goes off now.
JOHN: I got a hundred peopIe out here.
SIMON: That's the point.
Now, do I have your attention?
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks. Every sack had seven cats.
Every cat had seven kittens.
Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives.
How many were going to St. Ives?
My phone number is 555--
JOHN: I didn't getthat! Say it again!
SIMON: Not a chance.
My phone number is 555 and the answer.
CaII me in 30 seconds or die.
[DiaI tone]
JOHN: Seven guys with seven wives--
ZEUS: Shut up, McCIane.
JOHN: Seven guys with seven wives--
ZEUS: He said seven wives with seven sacks.
Seven times seven is 49. TeII me the rest.
JOHN: A sackwith--seven sacks--
-Weren'tyou Iistening? -What's wrong with you?
JOHN: A bad hangover,for one!
AII right. Seven wives times seven--49...
with seven cats-- Seven times 49 is 343, right?
-Asking me orteIIing me? -I'm teIIing you.
Three-forty-three times seven is...
Two thousand, four hundred and one.
-That's whatyou got right? -Yeah.
JOHN: Is that it? 2401?
ZEUS: That's it. DiaI 555-2401.
No,wait,wait! It's a trick.
Iforgot aboutthe man.
Fuckthe man! We got 10 seconds!
ZEUS: He said how many were going to St. Ives.
The riddIe begins, ''As I was going to St. Ives.''
The wives aren't going anywhere.
JOHN: What are they doing?
ZEUS: How the heII shouId I know?
JOHN: Who's going to St. Ives?
ZEUS: Justthe guy.
Just one guy?
-The answer's one. -How do you diaI one?
ZEUS: Five-five-five- zero-zero-zero-one.
JOHN: Zero-zero-one. Just one guy's going.
-HeIIo,John. -Piece of cake.
Give us something harder nexttime.
SIMON: Butyou're 10 seconds Iate.
JOHN: No! The answer is one!
There's a bomb in the trash can!
Get down! There's a bomb!
MAN: WeIcome to New York.
MAN: Yeah. Get up. Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
SIMON: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Bomb.
SIMON: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
JOHN: Yeah.
SIMON: I didn't say Simon says.
It's 9:50,John.
The numberthree train is arriving now.
I Ieft something provocative on thattrain,John.
Simon says getto the pay phone...
nextto the news kiosk in WaII Street station by 10:20...
orthe numberthree train and its passengers vaporize.
Use any means of traveI otherthan civiIian...
I bIow the train.
Attemptto evacuate, I bIow the train.
I caII you in 30 minutes. Be there.
JOHN: Fuck.
ZEUS: Ninety bIocks in 30 minutes in New Yorktraffic?
It couId be doubIe that.
We don't even have a car!
Hey, hey, sir! I'm a cop.
I'm requisitioning this car for officiaI poIice business.
Thanks very much. Get in.
ZEUS: Pretty sIick. I used to drive a cab.
Thefastestway south is--Aah!
CAB DRIVER: What the fuck are you doing?
[Honk]
You were saying?
I was saying, I used to drive a cab...
and Ninth Avenue is thefastestway south.
We seem to be going east.
[Honk]
Where the heII are you going?
Ninth Avenue's the quickestway--
I know what I'm doing.
Not even God knows whatyou're doing!
They're headed east on 72nd towards the park.
WaII Street is south!
StopyeIIing. I got a headache.
The bestway south is not Ninth.
It's through the park.
Oh, dear.
I toId you. Park Drive's aIways jammed.
I didn't say Park Drive.
I said through the park.
[Honk honk]
Shit! We Iostthem in the park headed south.
[Honk honk honk]
MAN: Get out of here!
SECOND MAN: What are you, cra--
RICKY: I got him, Connie. He's taking the scenic route.
[Honk honk]
JOHN: Out of the way!
ZEUS: Get out of there!
ZEUS: Watch it,watch it, watch it,watch it.
Are you aimingforthese peopIe?
JOHN: No.
Maybe that mime.
ZEUS: Whoa!
Tree! Tree!
MAN: What's going on here, man?
ZEUS: Tree! Tree!
Hang on.
ZEUS: Rock! Rock! Rock!
[Honk honk]
ZEUS: McCIane!
How do CathoIics do theirthing?
North, south,west, east.
JOHN: How much time?
Twenty-seven minutes.
Ha! 72nd and Broadway to CentraI Park South...
in three minutes.
JOHN: It's got to be afucking record.
Come on, get out--
[Brakes screech]
Yeah.
ZEUS: Now what?
[Horns honking]
-We need afire truck. -What?
TofoIIow.
WOMAN: Nine-one-one.
LieutenantJohn McCIane, NYPD. Access number 7479.
CaIIingfrom a civiIian transmitter.
Get me an emergency dispatcher right away.
MAN: Dispatch. Go ahead.
I gottwo officers down...
at 14th Street and Ninth Avenue! Need an ambuIance! Over!
The RooseveIt hospitaI is two bIocksfrom there.
[Honk]
[Siren]
ZEUS: SIow thefuck down, McCIane!
It's IikefootbaII.
Getyourself a bIocker and headforthe end zone.
lf you'd said WaII Street...
we couId havefoIIowed him aII the way.
Wrong. South of 14th Street is St. Luke's hospitaI.
Hang on.
JOHN: Time?
ZEUS: 10:02.
We're halfway there, with 18 minutes to go.
Fuckthis! Hang on.
JOHN: Hang on!
ZEUS: Get out of here!
JOHN: Take the wheeI!
We shouId be ahead of thattrain, right?
I'm getting on thattrain. You getto that phone by 10:20.
I'm gonna getthat bomb.
YoufaiI, I coveryour ass. IfaiI,you cover my ass.
ZEUS: lf we bothfaiI?
JOHN: Then we're bothfucked.
Go, now! Getto that phone booth by 10:20!
ZEUS: My Iuckyfucking day.
Shit! Look out, ma'am!
Look out! Look out!
Look out! Get out of the way!
This is a bad idea.
Whoa!
Excuse me!
Get out of the way, pIease.
[Truck horn honks]
MAN: One-tweIve WaII Street.
ZEUS: This isn't a taxi. You don't understand.
MAN: Your Iight's on. I'II make it simpIe.
One-tweIve WaII Street...
or I'II have your medaIIion suspended.
What,you don't Iike white peopIe?
ZEUS: One-tweIve WaII Street.
You got it.
Move your Iegs! Getyour Iegs out of the way!
Sorry. Sorry.
WOMAN: Hey! Excuse me.
Hey!
Shit!
Excuse me. Watch out.
Excuse me, sir.
Pardon me, pIease. Excuse--
WouId you step out?
I'm a cop. Step outfor a minute.
[Beeping]
Excuse me, pIease.
Can I getthrough here, pIease?
Excuse me.
Excuse me, pIease. Pardon me.
Excuse me. I'm expecting a caII.
I need that phone.
Use the other phone.
Sir, pIease.
I need to use that phone.
MAN: Hey, Iisten, bro, I was herefirst.
Bro?
Get awayfrom the goddamn phone!
OFFICER: Putyour hands up!
[TeIephone rings]
I have to answerthat phone.
Shut up and get 'em in the air!
Excuse me! Pardon me!
Watch your back! Watch it!
Ladies and gentIemen, I'm a New York poIice officer.
I'm going to askyou to caImIy and quietIy...
start moving towards the other end of the car.
[Beepingfaster]
Aah!
Go! Watch out!
Watch it! Watch it!
Go!
[Ring]
I have to answerthat phone.
Get 'em up!
Look, if you have to shoot me...
then you go ahead, and you shoot me!
But I have to answer this phone!
AII right?
I'm here.
SIMON: And McCIane?
ZEUS: He's on his way.
Uh, he's a IittIe sIow. He's out of shape.
SIMON: The ruIes appIied to both of you.
This is noncompIiance. Good-bye.
[DiaI tone]
[Train approaching]
Trust me, guys.
Duck.
ZEUS: Get out of there! Get out of there!
[Coughing]
McCIane?
[Coughing]
Hee hee hee hee.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
[Coughing]
Wha--
Ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
MAN: You can see right down into the subway.
SECOND MAN: How manyfire trucks?
WOMAN: You guys.
MAN: How can you seefrom up here?
LAMBERT: Get in there.
Officer,teII those peopIe to getthe heII back!
We got a shitIoad of cuts and bruises...
some oId guy's pacemaker stopped...
and a pregnant girI's water broke...
and that's aII.
-How you doing,John? -StiII can't heartoo good.
LAMBERT: It's a miracIe you're stiII aIive.
JOHN: Yeah,that's the probIem,Joe.
-What? -The miracIe part.
What are the odds of us making it here on time?
ZEUS: Zip.
That bombwas going off no matterwhat.
Take this off me.
LAMBERT: What's so speciaI aboutthis pIace?
I don't know. Something just doesn't add up.
WOMAN: Lieutenant McCIane?
They're askingforyou and Mr. Carver.
Where?
WALTER: John.
John,this is Andy Cross with the FBI.
BiII Jarvis. He's, uh--
JARVIS: I'm, uh,with another agency.
It's good to meetyou.
WALTER: This is Lieutenant McCIane.
This is Mr. Carver.
CROSS: We got a coupIe of questions. First...
do you recognize this guy?
No.
CROSS: How aboutthis one?
Mm-mmm.
CROSS: How aboutyou?
Did you recognize the voice on the phone?
No.
CROSS: Did you, uh... notice any carsfoIIowing you?
No.
JARVIS: AnybodyfoIIowing you at aII?
Any surveiIIance--teIephone, house, anything unusuaI?
[Sighs]
WeII, now thatyou mention it...
I have experienced a burning sensation between my toes.
I thought itwas athIete'sfoot or something.
We read yourjacket, Lieutenant.
We were toId you wouId be cooperative.
Cooperate with what?
We're wasting time here.
WALTER: You wantto share information...
how about sending a IittIe ourway?
CROSS: We wantto hear what he knowsfirst.
We wantto hear what he knowsfirst.
JOHN: I know as much as you know.
There's a guy outthere setting off bombs.
He caIIs himself Simon.
He speaks with a German accent.
Andfor some reason, he's very angry with me.
And maybe you can teII me why, huh?
Thefirst man there is Mathias Targo.
Was Hungarian Army, expIosives expert.
Now we beIieve he's working forthe Iranians.
WALTER: Working?
JARVIS: FreeIance terrorism, by contract.
JOHN: Who's the girI?
CROSS: Targo's other half.
Rumor is the IsraeIis sIipped a bomb in between their sheets.
He wasn't at home, butthey thinkthey got her.
JARVIS: The second man was an obscure coIoneI...
in the East German Army.
Ran an infiItration unit...
the thing the Nazis did atthe BattIe of the BuIge--
EngIish-speaking troops.
JOHN: I saw the movie.
JARVIS: AII we know of him is the GDR medicaI records...
show he suffersfrom migraines.
His name is Peter...Krieg.
JOHN: That's an exceptionaI report.
What does this have to do with me?
MAN: The name Gruber mean anything to you, Lieutenant?
It rings a beII,yeah.
-L.A. -What?
Thatthing in the buiIding in L.A.
Peter Krieg...
was born Simon Peter...
Gruber.
He's Hans Gruber's brother.
JOHN: So...
CROSS: Yeah. It's thatthing in L.A.
Wefigure he's gotyoufitted up for a toe tag...
and he's going to do anything to get ittied.
WOMAN: Inspector!
Inspector, it's him.
JARVIS: Don't Iet him know we're here.
Simon.
SIMON: Inspector.
Now,whofrom the FBI is in the van?
Let's see, aImost certainIy Cross.
Come on,Andrew, say heIIo.
CROSS: HeIIo.
SIMON: I know you never run aIone, so say heIIo, BiII.
StiII trying to butch up by chewing on your gIasses?
Ha ha ha ha.
This, gentIemen, as they say is where the pIotthickens.
I have put 2,400 pounds of expIosives...
in one of the 1,446 schooIs in greater New York.
It isfitted with a timer setto expIode at exactIy 3 p.m.
Thankyou.
Your siIence says I'm understood.
WALTER: Did you say 2,400 pounds?
SIMON: Yes, but pIease don't interrupt again.
Simon says, if you attempt to evacuate schooIs...
the bombwiII be detonated by radio.
GentIemen, someone wiII be watching.
Repeat--one schooI wiII be dismissed at 3 p.m.
-PermanentIy, unIess-- -UnIess what?
SIMON: UnIess John McCIane and his new best friend...
compIete the tasks I set them.
John, are you Iistening?
JOHN: Yeah.
SIMON: Pay phone beyond Hope. Tompkins Square Park.
Twenty minutes. Go byfoot. No rush.
lf you're reaIIy cIever...
you'II Iearn the bomb's Iocation and the code to disarm it.
By the way, gentIemen...
we got something of a bargain on radio detonators.
The onIy probIem is...
the darn things respond to poIice and FBI frequencies.
lf I were you, I'd keep off your radios.
WALTER: Simon,wait--
[DiaI tone]
Twenty-four hundred pounds of that Iiquid stuff. My God!
Get me the commissioner.
WOMAN: He's doing a press conference.
He'II be here in 30 minutes.
WALTER: Get every senior officer on the site right away.
Don't give me any jurisdictionaI nonsense.
CROSS: I got two kids in schooI on 64th Street.
How can I heIp?
How many men you got?
Seventy-five. I push the panic button...
I can get 500.
-When? -Two-thirty,three o'cIock.
JARVIS: Between now and then...
WALTER: We're going to have to do this aII by ourseIves.
Let's go.
Tompkins Square Park is more than two miIes away.
Get running.
No radios. Take my teIephone.
You get anything, caII me through the switchboard.
Good Iuck.
JOHN: Thanks. Find that bomb.
WALTER: Ricky, where are they?
RICKY: Right over here. The senior man is Chief AIIen.
-Chief of what? -Transit.
WALTER: Thanks, Ricky.
GentIemen, we have a decision to make.
Chief AIIen, the man who's done this...
has toId us he's pIanted a very Iarge bomb...
in a New York schooI.
He's toId us we cannot evacuate...
but he has not said we cannot search.
I recommend we get everybody, and I mean everybody--
poIice, transit, sanitation,fire...
even the goddamn Iibrarians--
and we start searching schooIs...
and I mean right now.
I'm taIking about a thousand buiIdings...
and we have three hours and 15 minutes to do it.
I'd Iike to keepthe media out of this...
because if they get in, we've got a panic.
Are we in agreement?
MAN: Come on, guys, Iet's go!
[Sirens]
They bought it.
You can begin.
[Sirens]
Hook...
Iine...
and sinker.
OFFICER: You heard the man. Let's go, Iet's go.
Come on.
Go. Let's go.
[Sirens]
OFFICER: OK. HoId on.
WOMAN: DarIene, honey, it's me.
[Chattering and phones ringing]
Sergeant TurIey.
SergeantTurIey!
Infive minutes, the voIume in caIIs has tripIed.
What the heII's going on?
TURLEY: Stop. Let me expIain.
Forthe rest of the day...
we're handIing the department's communications.
WANDA: What do you mean, handIe?
TURLEY: They're shutting down the poIice band.
AII caIIs wiII come through this switchboard.
And I'm going to marry DonaId Trump.
PAMELA: WaIsh,what's going on?
Why did everybody tear out of here?
RICKY: PameIa, Iook atyourwatch.
It's coming up on shift change.
The bean counters are worried about overtime.
Everybody wentto punch out.
The next shift wiII be here soon.
PAMELA: You are so fuII of shit, WaIsh!
Thankyou.
[Truck engines roaring]
RICKY: What the heII?
Hey. Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa.
Detective.
BobThompson...
City Engineer's office.
We're getting an idea of the damage.
Man,you guys reaIIy got herefast.
WeII...
It's WaII Street, sir.
A Iot of money here.
A Iot of opinion-makers...
the mayor doesn'twant to piss off.
Is this it?
HoIy ToIedo!
Somebody hadfun.
I'd appreciate it...
if you'd show my associates the way.
Yeah. Yeah. Sure.
Jimmy,you gotthefIashIight?
Murphy, come on. You,too.
RickWaIsh.
John Gunther.
Come on, gentIemen. Let's go.
RICKY: You were atWorId Trade's.
You know whatthat mess was.
[AIarm ringing]
PIease inform Mr. LittIe that Mr. VanderfIoog is here.
GUARD: Mr. VanderfIoog.
[AIarm ringing]
There's a Mr. VanderfIoog for Mr. LittIe.
Go down 20 meters.
Come on.
MAN: A Iot of steam.
RICKY: We snapped some steam pipes.
It's Iike a sauna.
The subway guys shut down the third raiI.
MAN: Emergency Iighting?
RICKY: Emergency Iights, and there's some--
Hey!
MAN: No shooting!
[Speaking German]
-Speak EngIish! -Otto doesn't speak EngIish.
Do you, Otto?
Where did we getthis guy?
One of Targo's thugs.
Go aII the way up.
AII the way.
ZEUS: So what's upwith this L.A. thing?
Youfamous or something?
JOHN: For aboutfive minutes.
ZEUS: Don'tteII me. Rodney King, right?
Fuckyou.
JOHN: You know this guy Simon?
I threw his IittIe brother...
off the 32ndfIoor of Nakatomi Towers out in L.A.
I guess he's pissed off.
Wait. I'm in this shit 'cause some white cop...
threw some white asshoIe's brother off a roof?
[AIarm ringing]
[AIarm stops]
Mr. VanderfIoog. FeIix LittIe, corporate reIations.
Sorry you had to wait...
butthere was a subway expIosion.
It's pIayed heII with our aIarms.
VANDERFLOOG: I trustthere's nothing wrong?
LITTLE: No. Good Lord, no.
Safe and secure.
You were concerned about a currency exchange.
We are not a commerciaI bank...
in the normaI sense.
We're...we're primariIy, uh... governments, centraI banks...
that sort of thing.
Apartfrom the depository, of course.
VANDERFLOOG: Of course.
LITTLE: And you are in thefIower business?
Back! Back! Come on!
Come on.
LITTLE: Oh, no, Mr. VanderfIoog.
That's the vauIt eIevator.
I'm sorry.
Our aIarms are sonic and seismic.
They don't reactweII to expIosions.
This subway business has knocked out aII our systems.
Infact,we gave up and puIIed the pIug.
The repair peopIe are downstairs now.
VANDERFLOOG: Good Lord.
LITTLE: Yeah.
Heavens to Betsy! lf anyone knew.
Ha ha ha.
But...I thought this was a currency exchange.
Oh, I thinkwe go straight to the withdrawaI.
[Speaking German]
[RumbIing]
Hey, Captain, come and take a Iook atthis.
Something's going on.
MAN: You thinkyou canfix that?
SECOND MAN: Just a minute now.
OK. I'II be right back.
Down!
GUARD: Stay back!
Stay back!
Come on. Come on!
MAN: Front desk.
GUARD: Getyour ass down here! I'm under attack!
MAN: ReIax. Maybe you'II Iive through this.
GUARD: Shit!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
I think he's dead, my dear.
AII right. Let's see to the office workers.
MAN: Being done, Herr Oberst.
SIMON: And the square?
MAN: Perimeter secure, Herr Oberst.
[Speaking German]
SIMON: One hundred andforty biIIion doIIars!
Ten times what's in Kentucky!
Fort Knox. Hah!
It'sfortourists!
[TeIephone rings]
[Ring]
Yeah? McCIane.
SIMON: John,you're out of shape.
You bareIy made it.
JOHN: We'II bareIy make it.
What do you want us to do?
SIMON: What hasfour Iegs and is aIways ready to traveI?
JOHN: Huh?
[DiaI tone]
ZEUS: What did he say?
What hasfour Iegs and is aIways ready to traveI?
ZEUS: Don'tyou have kids?
That's an eIephantjoke.
ZEUS: Whoa.
That a bomb?
JOHN: Yeah. Go ahead and grab it.
ZEUS: No. You're the cop.
JOHN: You're supposed to be heIping.
ZEUS: I'm heIping.
JOHN: When you going to start heIping?
ZEUS: Afteryou getthe bomb.
ZEUS: CarefuI.
JOHN: I'm being carefuI.
ZEUS: Don't open it.
JOHN: What? I got to open it.
It's going to be aII right.
[ReIeases springIocks]
[Beep]
ZEUS: Shit! I toId you not to open it!
[Ring]
SIMON: I trust you see the message.
It has a proximity circuit, so pIease don't run.
JOHN: We're not going to run.
How do we turn this off?
SIMON: On the fountain are two jugs.
Do you see them?
Afive gaIIon and a three gaIIon.
FiII one jug with exactIy four gaIIons of water.
PIace it on the scaIe, and the timerwiII stop.
You must be precise.
One ounce or more or Iess wiII resuIt in detonation.
lf you're stiII aIive infive minutes--
JOHN: Wait a second!
[DiaI tone]
I don't get it. Do you get it?
ZEUS: No.
Getthe jugs.
ObviousIy,we can't fiII the three-gaIIon jug...
withfour gaIIons, right?
I know. Here we go.
WefiII the three-gaIIon jug exactIy to the top, right?
Uh-huh.
We pourthatthree gaIIons into thefive-gaIIon jug...
giving us three gaIIons in thefive-gaIIon jug.
ZEUS: Then what?
We take the three-gaIIon jug, fiII it a third--
He said be precise. ExactIyfour gaIIons.
JOHN: Every cop's running his ass off...
and I'm pIaying kid's games in the park.
Hey! You wanttofocus on the probIem at hand?
JOHN: You said, don't say anything if you don't know!
Give me thefucking jug! We're starting over!
ZEUS: We can't start over!
JOHN: I'II put myfoot upyour ass,you dumb mother--
Say it! Say it!
You were going to caII me a nigger.
-No, I wasn't! -Yes,you were!
JOHN: AsshoIe! How's that? AsshoIe!
You got somefucking probIem because I'm white?
Have I oppressed you?
Have I oppressed your peopIe somehow?
You don't Iike me 'cause you're a racist!
What?
You don't Iike me 'cause I'm white!
I don't Iike you because you're going to get me kiIIed!
Shit! We got Iess than a minute.
Throw this thing away.
JOHN: We can't! It'II detonate!
Wait a second! Wait a second!
I got it!
ExactIy two gaIIons in here, right?
Leaving one gaIIon of empty space.
ZEUS: Yeah.
JOHN: AfuIIfive gaIIons here, right?
Pour one gaIIon out of five gaIIons into there...
we have exactIy...4 gaIIons!
Pour it!
Come on!
Don't spiII-- don't spiII it.
Good. Good. We gotfour gaIIons.
You did it, McCIane!
JOHN: Get it down there!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
[Ring]
CongratuIations. You're stiII aIive.
Huh?
-CongratuIations. -Yeah,we did it.
SIMON: You surprise me again,John.
This is becoming an ugIy habit.
I don't have the time right now, Simon.
A deaI's a deaI. Where's the schooI bomb?
On the contrary, you have Iots of time.
You have...
two hours and 47 minutes preciseIy.
PIenty of time to test those wits of yours.
Listen,jerk-off, I got a badfucking hangover!
Now,where is the schooI bomb?
SIMON: Temper,John.
The road to truth has many turns.
You'IIfind an enveIope underthe rim of thefountain.
When you undertake the trip it suggests...
askyourself this question:
What is 21 out of 42?
TARGO: We're behind.
We shouId abandon the rest and go.
ReIax,Targo. There's not a copfor 20 bIocks.
He's sending us to the home team dugout...
atYankee Stadium.
ZEUS: We supposed tofind something there?
JOHN: What's 21 out of 42?
ZEUS: Twenty-one again. Half of 42. 42 what?
JOHN: How many pIayers on the Yankees baII cIub?
ZEUS: Twenty-five.
JOHN: What eIse is 21? BIackjack.
ZEUS: It's a cIub.
It's a wiId goose chase is what it is.
Where's the nearest ''A'' train?
ZEUS: Wait,wait,wait,wait.
Some kid mightfind that.
JOHN: You're right.
MAN: Come back here...
you IittIe sons of bitches!
Hey,you! I rememberyou!
YOUNG MAN: Ha ha.
JOHN: Hey,where you going?
What are you doing?
BOY: Let me go, dickhead!
JOHN: Watch your mouth.
You going to JuveniIe HaII for a Butterfinger?
BOY: Look around. AII the cops are into something.
It's Christmas! You couId steaI City HaII!
JOHN: Come on.
BOY: My bike.
That's my bike!
ZEUS: Hey! Hey! Where you going?
Yankee Stadium's thatway!
BOY: You asshoIe!
[Horn honks]
Why don'tyou run over everybody in the street?
ZEUS: What the fuck are we doing here?
JOHN: What is itthat WaII Street doesn't have?
ZEUS: You're taIking in riddIes.
JOHN: What is itthat WaII Street doesn't have?
-What? -SchooIs.
And what do they have a shitIoad of?
ZEUS: What?
I'II be back in a minute.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Give itto those guys overthere.
He's here.
Perhaps you couId be more specific.
McCIane is here.
He's waIking toward the bank.
The bIack man is coming toward me.
And afterwe've gone to aII thattroubIe atthe stadium.
TARGO: Simon, kiII him.
Stoptoying with him and kiII him now.
SIMON: OK. So be it.
May he rest in peace.
I'II inform KarI in the Iobby.
Pack upyourteam and get out.
And this one?
ZEUS: Officer...
I'm going to need an answer on that issue.
Let him go.
Understood. Yes, sir?
John McCIane says to give you this.
Jesus, don't open it. It's a bomb.
-Another? -Yeah.
Oh, I see.
We'd better move now.
Thankyouforyour assistance.
We reaIIy appreciate it.
Thankyou.
ZEUS: Hey,y'aII Ieaving this pIace unguarded?
[Tires squeaI]
JOHN: How you doing?
KARL: AII right.
John McCIane, NYPD.
Are you aII right?
Yes...
Iaundry day.
What can I doforyou, Lieutenant?
JOHN: It's been quiet aII morning here?
KARL: WeII...
JOHN: Exceptforthat expIosion a coupIe of hours ago.
Seen anything strange happen in the Iast hour?
No. We've had cops in here pretty steady...
since the subway thing.
We were going to make a round on the vauItfIoor...
if you wantto tag aIong.
JOHN: Sure. Think I wiII.
KARL: What do you think of this heat?
JOHN: Indian summer, huh?
KARL: FeeIs Iike it's going to rain Iike dogs and cats Iater.
Here's one of your guys.
Detective, uh, Otto, isn't it?
JOHN: John McCIane.
KARL: Mike, how you doing?
I keepteIIing myself...
I'm going to take the stairs justforthe exercise...
but on a hot day Iike this...
it seems I aIways end up riding the Iift.
Whatwas the Iottery number Iast night?
You pIay the Iottery? No?
My wife buys me two tickets every week.
PIays the same two numbers aII the time.
I say, ''Why don'tyou pIay a different number?''
She goes, ''Those are my Iucky numbers.''
I gotthe tickets right here--
JOHN: Putthatfucking gun down!
Put it down now!
Put it down!
ZEUS: HeIIo!
Anybody down here?
Freeze! Putyourfucking hands in the air!
No,John! No! No!
It's me!
You aImost gave me a heart attack.
ZEUS: You aII right?
-Huh? -You aII right?!
JOHN: Yeah. It's not my bIood.
ZEUS: What's going on?
JOHN: Go take a Iook.
ZEUS: Hey, McCIane.
Where the heII is everybody?
JOHN: Simonfucking says!
I shouId've seen it coming a miIe away.
This was never about revenge. It's about a goddamn heist.
ZEUS: Whatwas in the room?
JOHN: This.
ZEUS: What is this?
Oh, shit! Is this goId?
JOHN: Yeah, it's goId.
ZEUS: Damn,this is heavy!
They cIeaned out a whoIe room of this?
JOHN: Yeah.
ZEUS: ThatwouId take a tank or...
JOHN: Or a dumptruck.
Fourteen great big dumptrucks.
ZEUS: We aImost got hit by a dumptruck.
Damn! SIow down!
JOHN: Putthat shit down.
ZEUS: Nofucking way.
JOHN: They ain't gonna Ietyou keep it.
ZEUS: We'II see.
JOHN: We'II need a car.
Can you hot-wire this?
Of course I can. I'm an eIectrician.
OnIy probIem is...
[Motor starts]
takes toofucking Iong.
[Tires squeaI]
[Horn honks]
[Tires screech]
JOHN: Not on the bridge!
Down there, McCIane! The FDR!
Let's go! Let's go! Come on!
Oh, shit!
What?
Shotthe phone.
Aw,too bad. What's 21 out of 42?
I don't have a cIue.
What aboutYankee stadium?
We'II getthere, afterwe stop him.
-[Horn honks] -Jesus Christ!
Who do you thinkyou are, Iady-- HiIIary CIinton?
That's it! CIinton. The 42nd president.
She'd be the 43rd president.
AII right, aII right, butwho's the 21st?
-I don't know. -You don't know?
No! Do you know?
-No! -WeII?
This engine's shit. Step on it!
It's a Yugo.
It's buiItfor economy, not speed.
Whoa! What are you doing?
Getting us another phone.
[Horn honks]
[Screech]
ZEUS: Wait,wait!
Who was the 21st president?
MAN: Gofuckyourself!
That guy was pissed.
He'IIfeeI betterwhen he Iooks in the backseat.
Shit,thatwas my goId bar!
This is McCIane. Get me InspectorWaIter Cobb.
Where the heII are you?
JOHN: It's not revenge. It's a heist.
There's goId in the FederaI Reserve.
They took a shitIoad of it.
They're headed north in dumptrucks.
WALTER: Have you been drinking?
Not since this morning.
There's a Iot of dumptrucks northbound...
on the FDR at about 70th.
CIose the bridge and get some heIicopters there.
I couIdn't cIose a hot dog stand now.
I'm spread aII over. What aboutthis damn bomb?
It's got something to do with the 21st president.
John,John,the 21stwhat?
WaIter!
Shit. Goddamn ceIIuIar fucking phones!
WALTER: Reach Munsen on the Triborough.
TeII him to cIose aII the bridges north of 59th.
-Lookingfor dumptrucks. -Dumptrucks?
McCIane says there are dumptrucks...
headed upthe FDR Ioaded with goId.
KOWALSKI: They don't aIIow dumptrucks on the FDR!
-Connie! -AII right!
I won't argue, no matter how stupid it is.
WALTER: K-9. Check outthe boiIer room.
Find anything, CharIie?
CHARLIE: I couId spend a week here with an X-ray machine...
and stiII notfind it.
WALTER: You've gotfive minutes.
Then we're moving up to 86th Street.
CHARLIE: Going asfast as we can.
LAMBERT: What's up?
WALTER: McCIane was mentioning something...
about the FederaI Reserve buiIding.
Isn'tthat near thatWaII Street bomb site?
LAMBERT: Yeah.
MAN: How Iong do you want us to stay here?
TARGO: The men atthe stadium. Stay or go?
SIMON: KarI shouId've checked in by now.
TARGO: Moment.
[TeIephone rings]
[Ring]
Come on, come on.
[Ring]
Stay where you are. McCIane may stiII turn up.
SIMON: ReIax,Targo. lf he is stiII aIive...
[DiaIing]
he won't be taIking to anyone.
It's the nextturnoff.
Hi. It's EIvis Duran. You're on the air.
SIMON: First, I wantto say what a great show you got.
I Iisten to you aII the time.
ELVIS: Thanks. What's on your mind?
SIMON: Those cop cars speeding around everywhere--
know what they're upto?
There's a bomb in a schooI.
My cousin's a cop.
Somebody put a big bomb in a schooI somewhere.
OnIy they don't know which one.
So they're searching aII of them.
MAN: Shh! Shh!
SIMON: Every schooI in the metropoIitan area.
MAN: HoIy shit.
-Doris. -Annie?
Doris, can you reach my wife?
TurIey! Half the goddamn city just caIIed 911!
ZEUS: They're gone.
-What? -They're gone!
JOHN: Who is this guy--Houdini?
ZEUS: Down there! Down there!
JOHN: This thing got air bags?
Your side does. I don't know about mi--
McCIane!
[Horn honks]
In the truck! Let me see the hands!
Putthem on the door!
DRIVER: Don't kiII me!
Don't shoot me.
JOHN: Truck driver?
DRIVER: No, I'm a beautician. Of course I'm a truck driver!
Where you taking this truck?
The aqueduct.
Why you taking this to the race track?
No,the aqueduct! The--the water aqueduct!
Aqueduct?
DRIVER: See? Goesfrom here...
aII the way up to the CatskiII mountains!
What does?
DRIVER: That! The water pipe! Goesfor about 60 miIes!
-You theforeman? -Yeah.
NYPD! Any dumptrucks come through here Iastfew minutes?
MAN: I'm writing thosefucking cIowns up!
They better pay attention to work orders.
What happened?
A dozen idiots tore ass upthe tube.
We're not Ioading there anymore. We're Ioading over here.
So muchfor bridges and heIicopters.
Got a map showing where this tunneI goes?
MAN: Yeah, right here.
We run pretty much up underthe saw miII...
tiII you get up to the Coffer Dam.
From there,we've aIready broughtthe reservoirwater in.
Any way in or out of there?
There's vent shafts every two miIes.
I mean with a truck.
MAN: Atthe Coffer Dam. You can get a truck in.
JustfoIIow Saw MiII Parkway.
It's about 20 miIes.
I'II meetyou there.
What am I doing?
You're going up to Yankee stadium!
McCIane!
Go. We got Iess than two hours!
Goddamn it!
Hey! Is something wrong?
DRIVER: Four hundred eighty yards of rock moved sofar.
That's ten times the Hoover Dam.
There's 516feet of rock above our heads.
This part is phase three of tunneI three.
PIanning began back in 1954...
but construction didn't begin tiII June 1970.
Know what the most interesting part of tunneI three is?
What's that,Jerry?
JERRY: The vaIves. Each one...
JERRY: ...main departure from tunneIs one and two.
[Honks horn]
Come on!
What a pIace to break down.
JOHN: HoId it. Let me have your hard hat.
You got a jacket?
JERRY: Yeah,yeah,yeah. Here.
JOHN: Wait here a minute.
MAN: Wait untiI he gets aIongside the door.
JOHN: Hey! FeIIas!
Mickey O'Brien, aqueduct security.
We got a report of a guy coming through...
with eight reindeer.
Yeah,they said he was a joIIy oIdfat guy...
with a snowy white beard.
Cute red and white suit.
I'm surprised you didn't see him.
What's with you guys and these phones?
Give me something.
JERRY: HoIy shit. Is that guy dead?
JOHN: Yes,Jerry. I'm afraid he is.
JERRY: Jesus Christ.
JOHN: I wantyou to get ahoId of a guy named Cobb.
WaIter Cobb. C-O-B-B.
He's head of my poIice unit.
Get him down here.
TeII him you were with John McCIane.
Ask him who the 21st presidentwas.
-ChesterA. Arthur. -What?
JERRY: ChesterA. Arthur. 1881 to 1885.
Nominated vice president in 1880.
Did you know he was coIIector of customs here in New York?
JOHN: No, I didn't know that, Jerry.
Take care of yourself.
[Speaking German]
LAMBERT: We got to reIease these traffic guys.
WALTER: No. Traffic jams we can take care of Iater.
What's wrong with this?
Frequencies are jammed.
What about Ricky?
LAMBERT: Can't reach him. WaIter. FederaI reserve.
WALTER: Yeah?
LAMBERT: Biggest goId storage in the worId.
Get a unit back down there.
Find Ricky. Find out what the heII is going on.
KOWALSKI: WaIter! You got to hear this!
WALTER: I thought we were going in the backway.
KOWALSKI: This is the backway.
In half an hour...
you're going to have a riot at every schooI in the city.
WALTER: Start at the topfIoor--20 men perfIoor.
Send 50 to the basementwith us.
What about McCIane?
WOMAN: Not a word. Just a busy signaI.
CHARLIE: Isn'tthis putting aII our eggs in one basket?
What if McCIane's wrong?
LAMBERT: WaIter. This is PrincipaI Martinez.
-Inspector Cobb. -How do you do, Inspector?
WALTER: PrincipaI, I don'twant to aIarm your chiIdren.
Move them aII into the auditorium...
and keep them caIm.
TARGO: We're coming to the dam.
You can caII the rear guard.
SIMON: Rear guard, you can cIose up now.
We've reached the dam. You can come up now.
NiIs,you can cIose in now.
NiIs.
Attention, attention. NiIs is dead.
I repeat. NiIs is dead,fuckhead.
So's his paI...
and those four guys from the East German aII-stars--
your boys atthe bank--
they'II be a IittIe Iate.
John.
In the back of the truck you're driving...
there's $13 biIIion worth in goId buIIion.
WouId a deaI be out of the question?
JOHN: I got a deaIforyou.
CrawI out of hiding...
and I'II drive this truck upyour ass.
How coIorfuI.
TARGO: I toId you notto toy with him!
SIMON: Thankyou. That's very heIpfuI.
TARGO: You jeopardized the mission and the contract.
Ivan. [Speaking German]
HerrVogIe wiII heIp me reach the ship.
I'm going to put an end to this.
Stop!
Targo! Targo!
Here! Come here!
We bIow the dam.
TARGO: What?
SIMON: We drown him.
[Speaking German]
MAN: Upthere!
KOWALSKI: WaIter!
LAMBERT: Look atthis.
Janitor said this was deIivered this morning.
Not hooked up.
WALTER: Yeah?
LAMBERT: Now take a Iook atthefront.
We driII the hinges. Get everybody out.
Unh!
Unh...
Unh!
[RumbIing]
Whoa...
Whoa!
Aah!
Uhh!
ZEUS: McCIane!
[Gasping]
McCIane!
JOHN: Where are you?
ZEUS: Over here!
HeII of a way of fIagging somebody down.
Did you go to Yankee stadium?
Yeah. There's nobody there.
You didn't see nobody?
Nobody wasfoIIowing you?
He's jerking us around.
[Gunshots]
ZEUS: Come on! Come on!
JOHN: HoIy shit!
Go! Go! Go!
It's not rigged.
PuII it.
[Beeping]
WeII, I'd say you couId caII off your search.
WALTER: Can you stop it?
CHARLIE: I shouIdn't even touch it.
Who knows what booby traps this thing's got?
What aboutthe code?
No word.
When do we evacuate?
Simon says he sees one kid Ieave the buiIding--boom.
We can't stand here with ourthumb up our ass...
waitingforthis thing to bIow up!
ZEUS: Shit!
JOHN: Keepyour head down!
HoId it steady!
JOHN: Go! Go!
They're in ourway!
Go around them!
Ifound out who's the 21st president--
some guy named Arthur.
ChesterA. Arthur?
ChesterA. Arthur eIementary schooI?
JOHN: That's it.
[Singing] ...gentIy down the stream.
MerriIy, merriIy, merriIy, merriIy.
Life is but a dream.
[Whispering]
MARTINEZ: Hi, kids.
I know you usuaIIy have assembIy on Fridays...
buttoday is speciaI.
Mr. Lambert here isfrom thefire department.
Today he wants us to practice a brand-newfire driII.
I wantyou to divide in half.
Half of you go over here and Iine up againstthe waII.
The other half go in this direction.
Do itvery quietIy and very quickIy.
Everybody up, pIease.
Teachers, pIease heIpthem.
OLDER BOY: Fire driII, my ass.
He ain'tfrom thefire department.
Maybe it's because of the radio.
You mean, Iike they're after us?
Tommy squeaIed on us.
OLDER BOY: No, he didn't.
Come on.
Where you going?
Let me drive!
ZEUS: Go! Go!
JOHN: Goddamn it!
Why didn'tyou teII me before?
Of course he putthe bomb in that schooI.
Why wouId he do that?
To getyour compIete attention.
Find thefuse paneI.
What?
JOHN: Where's thefuse paneI?
PuII out the antiIock-brakesfuse.
ZEUS: Which one is it?
JOHN: Yankthem aII out.
Putyour head down.
Putyour head fucking down.
Listen to me.
Hang thefuck on, aII right?
What the fuck happened?
You got a TripIe-A card?
MARTINEZ: Keep moving. Keep moving.
I've gotthe janitors making a Iast sweep of the buiIding.
WALTER: Thankyou, Miss Martinez.
Come on.
[Laughing]
AII right. Three's and nine's are wiId.
JOHN: Stay down. Stay Iow.
ZEUS: Oh, man.
-What are you doing? -Interrogating him.
ZEUS: What's he gonna say, ''I'm dead''?
JOHN: I won't know tiII I ask him.
See if there's aspirin in that gIove box.
No way. You do it.
Ten quarters.
The guy in the dumptruck had 10 quarters.
ExactIy 10 quarters.
Maybe they were making Iong-distance phone caIIs.
No.
They're for the bridge.
It's for the toII on the bridge.
ZEUS: There! There!
Down on the wharf--dumptrucks.
Right there. Right there.
[Horn honks]
JOHN: They got it Ioaded on a ship aIready.
ZEUS: Shit!
How aboutthe Coast Guard?
JOHN: Take them an hourto get here.
ZEUS: Shit!
We can jump.
JOHN: What?
It's 100feet down to the deck.
ZEUS: But notto the crane.
JOHN: The cabIes wouId cutyou in half.
ZEUS: I can make it.
JOHN: Get down. Look in the carfor some gIoves.
CHARLIE: Six booby traps...
four dead ends...
[Singing] and a partridge in a peartree.
OK, honey...
Iet's dance.
LAMBERT: We're going to have a race.
When I say ''Go,'' run Iike crazy.
FoIIow the poIice officer and thefireman.
WaIter,we're cutting this a IittIe thin.
WALTER: No. We're going to wait.
McCIane stiII may getthe code.
[Horn bIows]
JOHN: Line me upwith that crane.
ZEUS: Rightthere.
You're OK.
JOHN: This wiII take a miracIe.
ZEUS: Keepyourfingers crossed.
ZEUS: You aImost got it.
Yeah! AII right.
JOHN: Where you going? You in a hurry?
ZEUS: I'm goingfirstthis time.
OFFICER: We have the intercom rigged, sir.
KOWALSKI: WaIter,the kids may befine...
butyou wait much Ionger, and I'II pee in my pants.
WALTER: We're going to wait, Connie.
Six more minutes.
ZEUS: Yo. McCIane.
Down there.
Oh, shit.
Go, man. Go. Go. Go.
Aah!
-Aah! -Whoa!
Ohh...
Boy, am I gIad you taIked me out of jumping.
JOHN: Fuck.
JOHN: Get hisfeet.
JOHN: I'm gonnafind Simon...
and beatthefucking code out of him.
Here. Take this.
ZEUS: How's itwork?
JOHN: You don't know how to shoot a gun?
ZEUS: AII brothers don't know how to shoot guns.
JOHN: Sue me. Yank back on that, puII the trigger.
ZEUS: That's it?
JOHN: Just don't shootyourself.
Hey. Don't be no hero.
Youfind him, come get me.
[Laughter]
[Speaking German]
[Whispering] Stupid!
[Speaking German]
SIMON: You have the autopiIot set?
MAN: Yes, sir.
SIMON: Good.
ZEUS: Don'tfucking move.
Oh,the Samaritan.
Give me the goddamn code.
Code?
Oh. You meanforthe schooI.
I'm sorry. I can't do that.
You caII in that code right now...
or I bIow your sick ass into the nextworId.
lf that's whatyou got to do...
[CIick]
You've got to take the safety catch off.
ZEUS: Ugh! God!
SIMON: See? Thatworks.
Now,where's McCIane?
Nicht schiessen!
Whatwas that?
He said, ''Don't shoot.''
WALTER: OK, CharIie,we'II have to go with the evacuation.
We're going to go.
OFFICER: You heard the man! Let's go!
WALTER: We're going to go.
On my mark...
Five,four,three,two, one.
Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
LAMBERT: Let's do it.
OK, gang. Let's go!
Go! Go! Go!
Hip-hop! Hip-hop!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
We're going to win!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Let's go! Keep moving!
Hurry up!
[Shouting]
Ugh!
Keep going!
Look what they doing.
Yo! Where you going?
What's going on?
I see you aII day, IittIe man... poIiceman...
and you don't go away.
Yeah, I'm that fucking Energizer Bunny.
Where you going now, huh?
TARGO: Going to arrest me, bunny?
Huh?
JOHN: I don'tthink I'm going to arrestyou.
I'm kind of weak.
I knew itwas buIIshit.
There's nobody watching.
Time to get CharIie out.
Time's up.
Give me another30 seconds.
WALTER: Ittakes a minute 15 if you're a kid.
Last I Iooked,you weren't too Iight on yourfeet.
Oh, my God!
Getthem out of there!
MARTINEZ: The rooms are Iocked.
LAMBERT: Out of my way!
Hey!
Any one marked ''four.''
What's going on,WaIter?
WALTER: We stiII have kids in the buiIding.
I'm staying.
WALTER: No, CharIie. Get out of there.
JOHN: Ever see that show The Addams FamiIy?
They got a motherfucker on there caIIed Lurch.
You think I'II Ietyou getto that gun?
Oh.
Fuck!
[MuffIed voices]
Four...four...
Get out of the way!
Where are they,WaIter?
WALTER: StiII in.
No guts...
no gIory.
LAMBERT: We can jump to the next buiIding!
KOWALSKI: Shit!
LAMBERT: Out of the way.
CHILD: OK. Come on. Come on.
LAMBERT: Getthem up here.
Come on. Come on.
Mayday! Mayday!
Bridgeport Coast Guard!
Coast Guard, come in.
[Beepingfaster]
Come on, kids!
Shit! It's toofar!
No guts, no gIory.
It's a big fucking white boat.
OPERATOR: PIease stay on the Iine.
[Ding]
Pancake syrup?
JOHN: Stupid...stupid...
HeIIo, John McCIane.
There was never any bomb in the schooI.
Of course not.
I'm a soIdier, not a monster...
even though I sometimes work for monsters.
No.
The reaI bomb is on this ship.
JOHN: Coast Guard.
I was teIIing them where the boat was.
Game over, huh?
Not quite over.
Bridgeport Coast Guard...
come in, pIease.
They putyou on hoId?
She toId me to stay on the Iine.
Oh, God, I Iove this country.
You know, your brother was an asshoIe.
SIMON: Ha! He was an asshoIe. You got his number.
Yeah, OK.
SIMON: Forgive me.
WouId you heIp Mr. McCIane beIow?
JOHN: Ohh.
SIMON: CarefuI now.
Now, do you have the communique?
Bridgeport radio. Come in, pIease, Bridgeport.
WOMAN: Coast Guard.
SIMON: Oh, you're there, dear.
WOMAN: Yes, we're here.
SIMON: Are you abIe to record a message?
WOMAN: Yes.
SIMON: Then pIease begin now.
TAPE: This is a communique from the CRF.
Fortoo Iong, the West has conspired...
to steaI the weaIth of the worId...
consigning the baIance of humanity...
to economic starvation.
Today,we wiII IeveI the pIayingfieId.
In minutes,the contents of the FederaI Reserve Bank--
the goId your economies are buiIt on--
wiII be redistributed by expIosive...
across the bottom of the Long IsIand Sound.
lf you are not in gridIock, come and watch.
You going to bIow it aII up?
SIMON: That's the idea.
Some gentIemen in the MiddIe East...
thinkthey'II make Iots of money.
See the men safeIy off the ship...
and I'II see you on the Iaunch.
ZEUS: What's this got to do with kiIIing McCIane?
Life has its IittIe bonuses.
ZEUS: Didn'tyou say you didn't even Iike your brother?
SIMON: There's a difference between disIiking him...
and not caring when some dumb Irish fIat foot...
drops him out a window.
I didn't even know that motherfucker.
SIMON: I never invited you aboard this ship.
ZEUS: No riddIe's going to stop this motherfucker?
SIMON: No code, no riddIe, no fancy countdown.
JOHN: Hey, fuckhead.
Yeah,you--fuckhead.
Just one thing I got to know--
you got any aspirins?
I've had a bad fucking headache aII day Iong.
Must be your Iucky day.
Keepthe bottIe.
Right.
Where is the goId?
He's betrayed us.
The containers arefiIIed with that...
[Speaking German]
lf I hadn't saved yourfucking ass...
I wouIdn't be sitting here about to bIow upwith $100 biIIion.
You're onIy going to bIow upwith me.
There's no goId on this boat.
How do you know?
I know thefamiIy.
OnIy thing better than bIowing up $100 biIIion...
is making peopIe thinkyou did.
WeII,where is it?
He must have switched it somewhere.
That supposed to make me feeI better?
No. You're not going to die.
You know some coptrick about handcuffs to get us out?
Yeah. Use a key.
You know how to pickthis Iock?
Is this some bIack shit again?
Are you afucking Iocksmith or not?
I need something to do itwith.
How about a spIinter of that cabIe?
That mightwork.
HoId on.
What the fuck are you doing?
Unh!
Fuck! Shit!
How's that? That big enough?
Yeah. That mightwork.
I'm going to drop It in your hand.
Cupyour hand.
Don't dropthis motherfucker.
Get it in the right.
You ready?
ZEUS: One...two...spit It.
-Yeah! -Get it?
ZEUS: Move your hands.
OK.
Damn, McCIane, I was just starting to Iike you.
Don't. I'm an asshoIe.
What are you taIking about?
I Iied to you.
ZEUS: Aboutwhat?
Remember I said Weissfound that bomb up in HarIem?
Theyfound it down in Chinatown.
That's Iow evenfor a white motherfucker Iike you.
[Beep]
What the fuck was that?
I don't know.
Look, itwas the onIy way to getyou to come with me.
You got a wife?
I'm surprised anybody couId stay with you...
Iong enough to be married.
She didn't stick around. We're sort of separated.
What the fuck is sort of separated?
She was in L.A., I was in New York...
we had afight on the phone, she hung up...
I didn't caII her back.
How Iong ago was that?
About a year ago.
[Laughing]
What the fuck you Iaughing about?
You threw away your marriage...
because you were too fucking stupid...
to pick up the phone?
You think that's funny?
I bet you bIame your wife, too.
My wife is a very stubborn woman.
You better stop fucking Iaughing and undo these cuffs.
ZEUS: They're aImost...there!
How's thatfor concentration?
[CIatter]
Oh, shit! I dropped the thing.
ZEUS: Goddamn it!
JOHN: Where'd it go?
ZEUS: Find it!
JOHN: I don't see it.
[Beeping]
ZEUS: What the fuck is that?
JOHN: I think I made it mad.
ZEUS: Go, McCIane, getthefuck out of here.
Goddamn it! Listen to me!
Just go.
It's hard enough getting through the day...
without your death on my conscience.
OK. TooIs. Check the engine room.
There's no time!
ZEUS: What the heII's it doing now?
JOHN: It's mixing.
ZEUS: Shit!
What the heII are you doing?
JOHN: Leanforward.
Leanforward, goddamn it!
What--
ZEUS: What the fuck are you doing?
-Leanforward. -Oh, no!
JOHN: Get ready!
Fucking shit! Shit!
Oh, goddamn!
JOHN: Come on! Come on!
ZEUS: Fuck! My Ieg. Ow!
JOHN: Get upstairs!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Get upstairs!
ZEUS: Oh, shit! Damn it!
JOHN: Let's go! Let's go!
ZEUS: God damn it! Oh!
-Run, damn you! -I am!
ZEUS: Come on!
JOHN: AII right? Watch, watch, watch!
Let's go! Down here!
-Aah! -Aah!
LAMBERT: How's he doing?
ZEUS: I'm shot in the Ieg. How you think I'm doing?
PARAMEDIC: He's going to be just fine.
-And you? -Fine.
You get Ricky out of there?
Yeah, they found him.
You going to be aII right?
JOHN: Got a bad headache.
Think they're mad at me?
WALTER: I wouIdn't worry about them.
They'II get to you eventuaIIy.
They're busy with this saIvage operation.
No. Dredges!
Dredges!
There's no goId outthere.
WALTER: What do you mean?
JOHN: He took it. He beat me.
WALTER: He beat aII of us.
JOHN: He wasn't pIaying againstyou.
ZEUS: Fuckthat, McCIane!
You're stiII aIive, aren'tyou?
WeII, aren'tyou?
Yeah.
So, he Iost.
Lambert, wouId you give him a quarter?
AsshoIe.
Yeah, it's coIIectfrom John.
Uh, Carmen,justteII them you'II acceptthe charges.
Son of a bitch had aspirin.
Yeah, it's John.
I'm hanging in there. HoIIy there?
I'II hoId on.
Zeus, hoId up!
HOLLY: John?
John?
John? Goddamn it!
[Cheering]
Yesterday...
Yesterday, we were an army with no country.
Tomorrow...
we have to decide...
which country we wantto buy!
And remember...
this is aII due...
to the g-g-g-guIIibiIity...
of the New York PoIice Department!
MAN: To the poIice department!
Yeah!
[Speaking German]
Kamerad!
PEOPLE: Kamerad!
SIMON: Leutnant,take over.
LEUTNANT: AII right, Iisten up!
First squad,you muster out in 30 minutes in the schooI bus!
You'II be the Iacrosse team!
No rush.
LEUTNANT: And,Jurgen, you'II be the padre!
JURGEN: Padre?
[Unzips pants]
[HeIicopter]
Lights! Douse those Iights.
JOHN ON P.A.: Hey, dickhead...
did I come at a bad time?
Aah!
Wow! I think she's pissed atyou, McCIane.
[BIowing whistIe]
[Shouting]
Go! Go!
Go!
JOHN: He's under us now. Come back around.
Zeus,what's on your side?
Look Iike roaches with the Iights coming on.
MAN: I'II be going to Nova Scotia.
SIMON: You go with the trucks.
I have something personaI tofinish.
Let's go to work.
ZEUS: That's right! Run, motherfuckers!
The exterminators are here!
JOHN: Whoo!
What the fuck?
[Gunfire]
JOHN: We got a chopper behind us!
Got a gun on board?
What is this?
JOHN: HoId it stiII. I can't see a thing.
[Gunshots]
[Gunfire]
ZEUS: Oh, shit!
PILOT: Oh, shit!
JOHN: What do you mean, ''Oh, shit''?
PILOT: Hang on. Hang on. We're going down.
Watch the wire!
ZEUS: Hey, McCIane,what the fuck?
Hey,we got smoke!
We got fucking smoke and shit fIying on me!
[Horn honks]
Truck! Truck!
HoId on.
JOHN: We gotta get out of here!
They'II start shooting any second.
ZEUS: Oh, shit! I can't getthe beIt off!
PILOT: Look out! Here he comes!
ZEUS: Can't get out, McCIane.
JOHN: Get him out of here.
ZEUS: Where you going?
JOHN: I'II get his attention.
Shit.
This keeps getting better and better.
I had no idea Canada couId be this muchfun.
Just give me something to shoot at.
Come on, hotshot.
Show me that smiIingface.
Say heIIo to your brother.
Get out of here!
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
Looks Iike you got his attention.
JOHN: Yeah, Iooks Iike it.
Thinkwe shouId caII afire truck?
Fuck him. Let them cook.
Oh, shit!
ZEUS: What?
What?
I Ieft HoIIy hanging on hoId.
ZEUS: Aw, caII her back.
I don't know.
She's going to be pissed.
She'II get over it.
I don't know, Zeus.
Like I said...
she's a very stubborn woman.
ZEUS: She'd have to be to stay married to you.