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NB: Please note that I don’t speak German, so, therefore, I cannot understand what the actors are
saying in German. If you do understand what they are saying, please tell and I’ll update the script.
This is also valid for the rest of the script. If there are some lines that you think are wrong, please, tell me and I’ll check them.

NB: Also, as you might already know, it is pretty hard to know the name of the characters when
they are not mention in the movie, so I gave them fictional names. If you don’t like them, well, it’s
your problem!!!
 
 

Explosion in a department store in New York City.
 

Down at the police plaza:

Walter> Alan, bomb squad, special services, state police and the FBI. Lieutenant Jurgesson, you
plummer, I want you to go to St-John's emergency in case we got any walk-ins from the street. Kramer,
get the city engineer, I got to find out our damage report.

Joe> Bonwitt Teller.Who the hell would want to blow up a department store?

Connie> Did you ever see a women miss a shoe sale?

Walter> Connie, I want you to get started with the witness sheet. Ricky, you and Joe, you make
sure the uniforms get it coordonned off there and don't let the damn TV crews in. Benson?

Secretary> Inspector, phone.

Walter> Not now. Benson? Traffic, you get 5th avenue cleared up by 3 o'clock or we got the
traffic jam from hell.

Secretary> Walter?

Walter> Yeah?

Secretary> I think you'd better take this.
 

Walter> Major case unit. Inspector Cobb.

Simon> Said simply Simon to the pie man going to the fair, give me your pies or I'll cave your head in. You see, Bonwitt Teller was just to make sure I had your attention. Is there an inspector named McClane there?

Walter> He's on suspension.

Simon> No Walter, he's not, not today.

Walter> Who is this?

Simon> Call me Simon.

Walter> What do you want?

Simon> I want to play a game.

Walter> What kind of game?

Simon> Simon says. Simon's going to tell lieutenant McClane what to do, and lieutenant McClane
is going to do it. Noncompliance will result in a penalty.

Walter> What penalty?

Simon> Another big bang in a big public place.

Walter> What is it that you want lieutenant McClane to do?

Simon> Simon says: lieutenant McClane is to go to the corner of the 138th street und Amsterdam,
which is in Harlem if I'm not mistaking.

Walter> Kowalski, Lambert. You know where to find McClane?

Joe> Well, I kind of doubt you will find him in church.

Walter> Well, you better find out what rock he's under, and kick it over.
 

In a police truck, heading for Harlem:

Connie> John.

John> Thanks. A few more..

Walter> Jesus John, you look like shit.

John> Yeah.

Walter> Where did we leave off with that Roster?

Ricky> Well, we got 3 killings in Redhook in the past 2 nights.

Walter> Put Minor on it and Genetti. The mayor's office will call before the day's out.

Ricky> Next, 14 dump trucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island. 14. Jesus, are they starting a
construction company?

Joe> Nah, it was John landlady, they are going to clean his apartment.

ALL> hehehe

John> Insurance fraud. That's a priority out in California. Contractor splits the money with thieves. We had that out in New York a couple of years ago Joe. Remember?

Walter> See what Kelly can do with it.

John> Hey, what was the lottery numbers last night?

ALL> 4667

John> Still betting your badge Rick?

Ricky> Yeah, 6991 every week.

John> 6991, lucky number.

Joe> Half the cop in New York play their badges.

Walter> How are the kids John?

John> They're are okay.

Walter> Did you talk with Holly?

John> No, I didn't talk to Holly.

Billy> Coming up on it inspector.

John> Is it hot in here or am I just scared to death?

Walter> You want to make sure the gun's secure?

Joe> Yeah, it's good.

John> You know, you're the first women since Holly to see me do this.

Connie> I'm honored.

John> Yeah, so was she. So, where's the backup gonna be?

Walter> We're going to draw back to 128th street.

John> What? 10 blocks, you fucking kidding me? Ah man, that's just great. Hey Walter, what is all this about? Uh?

Walter> If we don't do what this guy says, he'll blow up another public place.

John> Why me? What does it have to do with me?

Walter> I have no idea. He just said it had to be you.

John> It's nice to be needed.

Walter> Frankly John....

John> Hey Walter, how about you mind your fucking business about Holly. Hein? Thisl Simon is fucking up a perfectly good hang over. Okay.

Walter> We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.

John> Take your time. I expect to be dead in 4.

Walter> Let's go Billy.
 

In Harlem:

John> Man.
 

In an electronic shop in Harlem:

Dexter> Hey yo uncle.

Dexter’s friend> Come look at this.

Zeus> 10 after 9. Why aren't you in school?

Dexter> Tony wants to sell you this.

Zeus> Tony, that no neck dude they call Bad T?

Dexter’s friend> He said he found it in a dumpster.

Zeus> He keeps stealing from people, they're gonna find him in a dumpster.

Dexter> No, he didn't steal it. He said his uncle gave it to him.

Zeus> Hand me that newspaper over there. Don't ever let people use you. You are
running over town with stolen property. If you get caught, you get in trouble while he gets to denied the whole thing and walk away.

Dexter’s friend> You mean, you want us to take it back to Tony?

Zeus> No, I'll take it back to Tony, with a message. Now, where are you going?

Dexter’s friend> School.

Zeus> Why?

Dexter> To get educated.

Zeus> Why?

Dexter’s friend> So we can go to college.

Zeus> And why is that important?

Dexter’s friend> To get respet.

Zeus> Respect. And who's the bad guys?

Dexter’s friend> Guys who sells drugs.

Dexter> Guys who have guns.

Zeus> And who's the good guys?

Dexter’s friend> We're the good guys.

Zeus> Who's gonna help you?

Dexter> Nobody.

Zeus> So who's gonna help you?

Dexter’s friend> We're gonna help ourself.

Zeus> And who do we want not to help us?

Both> White people.

Zeus> That's right. Now get on out of here. Go to school.

Dexter> Uncle, you better come look at this.

Zeus> What?

Dexter> There's a white man standing in the middle of the street.

Zeus> I've seen one.

Dexter> Not like this.

Zeus> Dial 911. Tell the police to get here quick. Somebody's about to get killed. And get your bus to school. You hear me?

Both> Yeah yeah.

Zeus> All right.
 

In a street of Harlem:

Gang Member> Back off man.
 

Zeus> Morning.

John> Good morning.

Zeus> You're having a nice day sir? You feeling all right? Not to get to personal, but a white man standing in the middle of Harlem, wearing a sign that says: I hate Nigers, has either got serious personal issues or not all his dogs are barking.

Zeus> Hey, I'm talking to you. Now you've got about 10 seconds before those guys see you. And
when they do, they will kill you, you understand? You are about to have a very bad day.

John> Tell me about it. Sir, this is a police matter, for your own safety, I'm going to ask you..

Zeus> Your damn right this is a police matter. For your own safety, I suggest you hide your butt in my shop until the police gets here.

Gang member #1> What the fuck?

Zeus> Ah shit!

John> Listen, I'm a cop.

Zeus> What?

John> I'm on a case. Somebody blew up Bonwitt Teller an hour ago. Did you hear about that on the news?

Zeus> Yeah.

John> The same asshole that did that said I had to come to Harlem and do this or he's going to blow up something else. Do you understand? Listen, I have a gun. You should get across the street..

Zeus> They have 10 guns.

John> You should get across the street..

Zeus> Start acting crazy..

John> What?

Zeus> Like Loony Toons, you know, like Bellevue.

Gang member #2> Hey Zeus? He's a friend of yours?

Zeus> He looks like a friend of mine? I think this dude just escaped from some hospital, you know, like Bellevue.

John> I'm the voice of my own god. I told the librarian I had a bad headhache but she didn't believe me. I really do have a bad headhache, a very bad headhache and my head does not...

Gang member #2> Shut the fuck up..

Gang member #3> You made a very bad mistake..

Gang member #4> Boya his ass..

Gang member #4> Cut this shit off..

All Gang members> ahahahahaha

Gang member #2> Fellows! Nature boy here hates Nigers. Now what are we gonna do about it?

Zeus> Yo yo yo... Hold up.. Hold up.. Hold up.. Shit. Back. Back up. Back the fuck up... Now.. Common man.. Get up, get out of here.. Stop the cab.. Stop the goddamn cab...

Cab driver> Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Zeus> Get up.. Common, get up... Back off... I mean it... I don't want to, but I will, you know I will.. Common...
 

In the cab:

John> Go go.. Get the fuck out of here.

Zeus> Drive, drive. Don't stop, don't stop. Just keep driving, run the red lights.

Cab driver> Take the money, that's all I got.

Zeus> Put the money away asshole, no one's rubbing you.

John> Put that fucking gun away. That thing will kill you. Just run all the lights. Drive.

Taxi> You got it boss.

John> That cut deep?

Zeus> How the hell would I know?

John> Just keep pressure on it.

Zeus> Oh fuck.

John> Jesus, right? John McClane. I owe you one.

Zeus> Damn right you owe me. You have any idea what those guys are doing to my shop right now?

John> Chill out, Jesus.

Zeus> Chill out. What the fuck you're trying to relate to me. Talk like a white man.

John> Okay, Jesus. I'm sorry you got involved, all right?

Zeus> Why you keep calling me Jesus. I look Puerto Rican to you?

John> The guy back there called you Jesus.

Zeus> He didn't call me Jesus, he said: Hey Zeus. My name is Zeus.

John> Zeus?

Zeus> Yeah, Zeus. As in father of Apollo, mount Olympus, don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass. Zeus. You've got a problem with that?

John> No.

Zeus> Shit

John> I don't have any problem with that. Down town, police plaza.

Zeus> Oh, oh! That's just great.
 

Down at the police plaza:

Joe> Record of callers recently release a list of anybody else who look on that sideway.

Fred Schiller> Textbook megalomania. It's a pathological stage where the fantasy are controlled, or omnipotence predominated. He wants control over him, he wants control of his actions, over his thoughts, even his emotions.

Joe> Sound like you got a secret admirer John!

John> Yeah, maybe he'll send me some flowers.

Joe> Everybody knows you like pansies.

Fred Schiller> That's not that kind of emotions, this guy is ugly.

Walter> How is that?

Secretary> Nothing's wrong with him. A shower wouldn't cure. Beer's normally taken internally John.

John> Just get me some aspirins, will you?

Secretary> Yeah, okay. Hold this here.

Walter> This is Fred Schiller, John, he’s a...

John> Shrink, yeah, I got it.

Fred Schiller> Yes, I was saying that we are dealing with a megalomaniacal personality with
possible paranoid schizophrenic.

John> Hey, hey. How about we skip down to the part where the fuck this have to do with me.

Fred Schiller> I don't know. But what I do know is it does have specifically to do with you. This
guy wants to pound on you till you crumble. He wants you to dance to his tune and then...

John> Put on a dress and fuck me?

Fred Schiller> I was going to say kill you. He's sitting on an awful lot of rage and it could be
manifested physically if he stress.

Walter> Somebody arrested, somebody pissed off.

Joe> Well, that could be one hell of a long list.

John> Fuck you Joe.

Fred Schiller> These people don't like to work anonymously. They want you to know who's doing
it to you. So this name Simon is probably not an alias, it's probably Simon or some variation.

Joe> Simon, Robert E, busted in 86, extortion, kidnapping, 10 to 15, did 7 years for good behavior,
released on a State work furlough 2 months ago.

Ricky> Jacket.

John> Thanks Rick. Bob Simon was a bankrupt businessman who kidnapped his partner's daughter.
He's a fuck up, not a psycho, the guy we are looking for is nut...

Charley> A nut that knows a lot about bombs. We found this in a playground. Professional. Very cool stuff. You know, boom!

Walter> You think you should slam it around like this Charley?

Charley> It's unmixed, you can't hurt it. This stuff is cutting edge. It's a binary liquid.

Walter> What?

Charley> Like epoxy, two liquids, either one by itself, you got nothing, but mix them... Ricky..

Connie> Ahhh.. Charley, you gonna wear that chair up your ass..

Walter> Christ almighty Charley.

Charley> Like a said, very cool stuff. Now with a package like this, you get a warning. The bomb
has to arm itself. You'll see the red liquid bump into the clear before it detonates.

John> How long before?

Charley> 10 seconds, 2 minutes, it could be anything. But once it's mixed, be somewhere else.

Walter> This stuff has got to be pretty rare. We oughta to be able to find out if any of it's missing someplace.

Joe> Already did. Livermore lab, theft over the weekend

John> Got enough to make another bomb Joe?

Joe> About 2000 pounds.

Walter> Of that?

Charley> The donating mechanism can be anything. Radio, electrical, hell you could use a bipper and phone in it.

Secretary> Inspector... Inspector... It's him.

Charley> We got to double the feedback loop on it.. A nasty little trick I believe once used in Vietnam...

Walter> Charley? Charley?

Charley> What?

Walter> Chut! Want to start the trace?

Walter> Simon.

Simon> He bought a board, walked the street and survived. [GERMAN SPEAKING]. Where are my pigeons now?

Walter> Pigeons?

Simon> I had 2 pigeons, bright and gay. Fly from me the other day. Why would it they did go, you cannot tell, you do not know.

Walter> You mean McClane?

Simon> No, I mean Santa Claus.

John> Yeah, I'm here.

Simon> Ah, there after all. And your friend?

Ricky> Common, we need you in the other room.. Let's go.. Common..

Officer Jane> They need you, go...

John> Yeah, he is here too.

Simon> And may I speak with him? Well, is the Ebony Samaritan here now?

Zeus> You got a problem with Ebony?

Simon> No, no. My only problem is that I went to some trouble preparing that game for McClane. You interfered with a well-laid plan.

Zeus> Yeah, well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.

Walter> That was not smart, there are lives at stake here.

Ricky> Not enough time inspector.

Walter> You better hope he calls back.

Fred Schiller> He will.

Walter> Ricky, you want to tell those people to shut the hell up out there?

Ricky> Hey, keep it down here.

Walter> Simon, he wasn't speaking for all of us.

Simon> Well, that was unpleasant. Don't let it happen again. So, what's your name boy?

Zeus> Don't call me boy.

Simon> I'm sorry, it was a poor attempt at humor. I was going to send you home with a chiding, but now, I think perhaps you should join the game.

Ricky> We got him... It's a pay phone in Oslo..

Walter> Norway?

Connie> No, wait, they are saying it's Juarez, Mexico.

Ricky> No, wait, now they are saying it's Warez, Mexico.

Connie> Forget it, Australia, he's screwing up the system. They don't know where he is.

Simon> Having fun with the phone company, are we? Simon says: McClane and the Samaritan will go to the subway station of 72nd street and Broadway. I will call you in 15 minutes on the pay phone outside the station. No police. Failure to answer will constitute of non compliance. Do you understand me John?

John> Oh yes I understand. I understand that you’re a fucking wacko who likes to play kids games. That's what I understand.

Simon> Hardly.

John> Hardly, well then, who are you? Somebody I send up? What did you do? Shop lifting, perse snapping, cross-dressing? What?

Simon> You cccccooooullldddn't catch me if I stole your chhhhaaaiiirr with you in it.

John> My chhhhaaaiiiirrr with me in it. OOOhhhhh. That very existing. Let me ask you a question bonehead. Why are you trying to kkkiiiillllll me?

Simon> John, John come down...

John> Why don't you come down to police plaza and we'll figure this out like a couple of man. Common down here.

Simon> Ahahah. If killing you was all I wanted, you would be dead by now.

Walter> Simon, this is inspector Cobb. I can appreciate your feelings for McClane, but believe me, the jerk isn't worth it. He stepped on so many toes in this department, by this time next month, he's going to be a security guard. His own wife wants nothing to do with him, and he's about 2 steps shy from becoming a full blown alcoholic.

John> 1 step, 1 step.

Walter> Now listen to me, you sound like a really smart guy. What is it that you want?

Simon> Are you talking about money?

Walter> Well, whatever, whatever. McClane is a toilet bug. Now, what would it take just to forget him and live happily ever after?

John> Toilet bug?

Simon> You know, money is shit to me. I would not give up McClane for the gold in your Fort Knox. 72nd street subway pay phone, 15 minutes, McClane and the Samaritan. If you are competent in the least, you've found the briefcase so you know what I mean by penalty.

John> I want to thank you for that vote of confidence Walter.

Walter> Well, I thought it was worth a try. This guy is a raving maniac.

Fred Schiller> He couldn't be any clearer if he got him from a case history. He gave you clues to his identity. He spoke German. He call it your Fort Knox and he stammered when McClane pushed him.

Walter> Now, you believe this guy really can't be bought?

Fred Schiller> There's no chance. The very mention of money only enraged him further.

John> What's that?

Walter> It's your shield.

John> You're asking me to be a cop again?

Walter> Ricky, get him his gun. All right?

John> You didn't answer my question.

Walter> Joe, this time, they go with back up.

John> Hey, you didn't answer my question Walter.

Walter> Are you done lieutenant. Now, you 2 better get going if you going to get up to 72nd street on time. Joe, this time, they go with back up.

Joe> You got it.

Ricky> Common you guy.

Zeus> Wo wo... I'm not going anywhere.

Walter> Simon says you got to go.

Zeus> I'm not jumping through hoops for some psycho. That's a white man, with white problems. You deal with him. Call 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 killed in Harlem. One white cop gets killed today, tomorrow, we've got a thousand white cops. All of them with itchy trigger finger. Got it?

Walter> Get him back.

John> Charley, where'd you find that bomb?

Charley> Chinatown.

John> Shit.

John> Yo, Yo! Partner, wait up.

Zeus> Hey hey hey, I ain't your partner, I ain't your neighbor, your brother or your friend. I'm your total stranger.

John> Okay stranger. You know where that park is at 115th street, in St-Nicholas?

Zeus> Yeah, that's in Harlem.

John> Where do you think we find that bomb. Listen, this guy doesn't care about skin color, even if you do.
 

Near the subway station:

Zeus> What am I doing?

John> Cheer up. Things could be worse. I was working on a nice fat suspension. Smoking cigarettes and watching captain Kangaroo. Common.
 

Connie> Okay, they made it to the phone, but there is a problem.

Walter> What do you mean, how big a problem?

Joe> About 300 pounds.
 

John> Man, excuse me man, we need this phone for official police business.

Phone woman> Do you mind?

John> Honey, I'm a cop. I need the phone right now.

Phone woman> I'm sorry.

Zeus> Get off the damn phone lady, police business.

Phone woman> Well, I never.

Zeus> I can get used to this.

John> I'm sure you can find a phone across the street man. Let's get something straight, I'm the only one here on official police business. Don't ever do that shit again.

Zeus> Let's get something else straight. You need me a lot more than I need you. You don't like the way I do things, fine, I quit.

John> All right. I need you. All right, I need you more than you need me.

John> Hello.

Simon> Birds of a feather flock together, so do pigs and swine. Rats and mice have their chance as will I have mine.

John> Nice, rhymes.

Simon> Why was the phone busy. Who were you calling?

John> The psychic hot line.

Simon> I'd advise you to take this more seriously.

John> Look, it's a public phone, what do you want me to say?

Simon> You could simply say that there was a fat women on it and it took you a minute to get her off. Now John, there's a significant amount of explosive in the trash receptacle next to you. Try to run and it goes off now.

John> Nobody's gonna run, but I've got a hundred people down here.

Simon> That's the point. Now, do I have your attention? As I was going to St-Ives, I meet a man with 7 wives, every wife had 7 sacks, every sack had 7 cats, every cat had 7 kittens and every kittens, cats, sacks and wives. How many were going to St-Ives? My phone number is 555-...

John> No, no, wait. I didn't get all that. Say it again.

Simon> Not a chance. My phone number..

John> What? I didn't...

Simon> is 555 and the answer. Call me in 30 seconds or die.

John> All right, 7 guys with 7 wives.

Zeus> Shut up McClane, I'm good at this.

John> 7 guys with 7 wives.

Zeus> Shut the fuck up McClane. He said 7 wives with 7 sacks. 7 time 7 is 49. Now, tell me the rest.

John> All I got is sacks with 7...

Zeus> Weren't you listening?

John> Yeah, I was only trying to hear.

Zeus> What the fuck is wrong with you?

John> Beside I have a bad fucking hangover for one thing.

Zeus> All right, all right. 7 wives time 7, 49 with 7 cats, 7 time 49 is, 343, right?

John> You're asking me or telling me?

Zeus> I'm telling you, 343 time 7 is, 2401, that's what you get? Right?

John> Yeah, that's what I get. Is this it? 2401?

Zeus> That's it. Dial, 555-2401.

Zeus> No wait, wait. It's a trick. It' a trick.

John> What, what, what do you mean?

Zeus> I forgot about the man.

John> What man? Fuck the man. We got 10 seconds.

Zeus> He said how many were going to St-Ives, right? The riddle begins as I was going to St-Ives, I meet a man with 7 wives. The guy and his wives aren't going anywhere.

John> What are they doing?

Zeus> Sitting on a fucking road, waiting on the... How the hell should I know?

John> Who's going to St-Ives than?

Zeus> The guy, just the guy.

John> Just one guy?

Zeus> The answer is one.

John> Just the guy. How do you dial 1?

Zeus> 555-0001.

John> 0001. Just one guy is going.

Simon> Hello John.

John> Yeah. Piece of cake. Give us something harder next time.

Simon> But you're 10 seconds late.

John> No, no, the answer is 1. There's a bomb in the trash can. Get down!

Zeus> Get down! There's a bomb!

Walking Person #1> Welcome to New York.

Walking Person #2> Yeah, get up! Common, take it. Let's go!

Simon> Ahahhahahah.. Ahahahha

John> Bomb...

Simon> Ahahahahah.

John> Yeah?

Simon> I didn't say Simon says. It's 9:50 John. The number 3 train is arriving now. I left something provocating on that train John. Simon says get to the pay phone next to the news kiosk in Wallstreet station by 10:20 or the number 3 train and its passengers vaporize. Use any means of travel other than civilian, I blow the train. Attempt to evacuate the subway, I blow the train. I call you in 30 minutes. Be there.

John> Fuck.

Zeus> 90 blocks in 30 minutes, in New York's traffic. It could be double that. We don't even have a car.
 

John> Hey hey sir, sir, I'm a cop, I'm a cop. I'm requisitionning this car for official police business.

Cab Driver #2> What are you doing?

John> Thank you very much.

Cab Driver #2> What the fuck are you doing with my cab?

John> Get in. Get in.

Zeus> Pretty slick! It's nice to drive a cab. The fastest way south is... Ahhhhhh!

Cab Driver #2> What the fuck are you doing?

In a cab:

John> You were saying?

Zeus> I was saying: I used to drive a cab and 9th is the fastest way south. But we seem to be going East.
 

Zeus> Where the hell are you going McClane. I told you 9th is the quickest way south.

John> Stop with your god damn yelling. I know what I'm doing.

Zeus> Not even god knows what you're doing.
 

Connie> They're heading East on 72nd toward the park.
 

Zeus> Wallstreet is south.

John> Stop yelling at me, I've got a bad headache. And the best way south is not 9th avenue, it's through the park.

Zeus> Oh dear!

Zeus> I told you the park drive was always jammed.

John> I didn't say park drive, I said through the park.
 

Connie> Shit, we lost them. In the park, headed south.
 

Park Man 1> What not run over everybody...

John> Get out of here!!!
 

Ricky> I got him Connie. He's taking the scenic route.
 

John> Out of the way.

Zeus> Oh man.

John> Get out of there!

Zeus> Watch it! Watch it! Watch it! Are you aiming for these people?

John> No. Maybe that mime!

Zeus> Woo! Tree, tree. Oh!

Park Man 2> What's going on here?

Zeus> Tree, tree!

John> Hang on.

Zeus> Rocks, rocks, rocks! God.

Zeus> McClane! McClane!!!!!!!!

John> Out of the way.

Zeus> How do the catholic do their thing.

John> North, south, west, east. How much time?

Zeus> 27 minutes.

John> Ah! 72nd and Broadway to Central Park South in 3 minutes! It's got to be a fuckin' record! Come on, get out...

Zeus> Yeah, now what? We need a fire truck.

John> What?

Zeus> To follow!

Wanda Schepard> 911

John> Lieutenant John McClane, NYPD, access number 7479, calling from a civilian transmitter. Get me an emergency dispatcher right away.

Dispatch, go ahead.

John> I got 2 officers down at the corner of 14th and 9th. I need an ambulance. The Roosevelt Hospital is 2 blocks from here.

Zeus> Slow the fuck down McClane.

John> LA football isn't it hein, boys? Get yourself a blocker and head for the endzone.

Zeus> If you'd said Wallstreet, we could have followed him all the way.

John> Wrong, South of 14th is a different hospital. St-Luce. Hang on. Time?

Zeus> 10:02, we're half way there with 18 minutes to go.

John> Fuck this! Hang on. Get out of there.
 

At another subway station:

John> Common, take the wheel.

Zeus> Where are you going?

John> We should be ahead of that train, right?

Zeus> You're not going to get on that train?

John> I'm going to get on that train. You got to get to that pay phone by 10:20.

Zeus> What are you gonna do?

John> I'm going to get that bomb. Listen, you fail, I cover your ass.. I fail, you cover my ass.

Zeus> And if we both fail.

John> Then, we're both fucked. Go now, drive. Get to that phone booth by 10:20, go.

Zeus> It's my lucky fucking day.
 

John> Shit! Look out. Ma'am, look out. Look out. Look out. Get out of the way.

John> It's a bad idea.
 

On the subway:

John> Excuse me, excuse me. Get out of the way please.
 

Back in the cab:

Business Man (Taxi)> 112 Wallstreet.

Zeus> Wait. This isn't a taxi. You don't understand.

Business Man (Taxi)> Your light's on. I'll make it simple, 112 Wallstreet or I'll have your medallion suspended. What, you don't like white people?

Zeus> 112 Wallstreet. You got it.
 

On the subway:

John> Move your legs, get your legs out of the way.

Subway Woman> Ah!

John> Sorry, sorry.

Policeman> Hey!

John> Shit. Excuse me, watch out. Excuse me sir. Pardon me please. Would you step out of here for a minute?

Subway Guy> What?

John> I'm a cop. Step out of here for a minute, whilla?
 

John> Excuse me please, can I get through here please? Excuse me, excuse me. Please, pardon me.
 

At Wallstreet station:

Zeus> Excuse me sir, I'm expecting a call. I need that phone.

Business Guy (Subway)> Why won't you use the other phone?

Zeus> Sir, please, I need to use that phone.

Business Guy (Subway)> Hey, listen bro, I was here first.

Zeus> Bro, get away from the goddamn phone.

Cop #1> Put your hands up.

Zeus> I have to answer that phone.

Cop #1> Just shut up and get them in the air.
 

On the subway:

John> Watch it, excuse me. Pardon me. Watch your back. Watch it. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a New York police officer, I'm going to ask you to calmly and quietly to start moving toward the other end of the car. Go now please. Go now. Fuck! Go, watch out. Watch it! Watch it! Go!
 

At the subway station:

Zeus> I have to answer that phone.

Cop #1> Get them up.

Zeus> If you have to shoot me, then you go ahead and you shoot me, but I have to answer this phone. All right? I'm here.

Simon> And McClane?

Zeus> He's on his way. You know, he's a little slow. He's kind of out of shape.

Simon> The rules apply to both of you, I'm afraid this is non compliance. Good bye!

Zeus> Trust me guy, duck!
 

Explosion in the Subway:

Zeus> Get out of there. Get out of there. Duck asshole!
 

John> Ahahahaha...

Zeus> McClane?

John> Ahahahah... Huhuhuhuh.. Ahahahah..
 

In a building near the subway station:

You can see right down into the subway.

How many fire truck you count?

You guys, you guys.

How can you see from up there?
 

After the explosion, outside the station:

Joe> Officer, get in there, tell the people to get the hell back, whilla?

Joe> I got a shitload of cuts and bruises, a couple concussions, some old guy's pacemaker stopped and a pregnant girl water's broke, that's all. How are you doing John?

John> Still can't hear to good.

Joe> Hehehe... Well, you're lucky you're still alive. It's a goddamn miracle.

John> Yeah, that's the problem Joe.

Joe> What?

John> The miracle part. What are the odds of us making it down here on time.

Zeus> Zip.

John> That bomb was going off no matter what, he wanted it to go off. Right down here. Help me up Dave.

Joe> What's so special about this place?

John> I don't know. Something just doesn't add up.

Lieutenant McClane?

John> Yeah?

They are asking for you and mister Carver.

John> Where?
 

In the van:

Walter> John. John, this is Andy Cross with the FBI. Mister Jarvis, he's... Uh...

Jarvis> I'm, uh, with another agency. It's good to meet you.

Walter> This is lieutenant McClane, this is mister Carver.

Cross> Uh, we got a couple of questions. First, do you recognize this guy?

John> No.

Cross> How about this one?

John> Hmmmm.

Cross> How about you?

Zeus> No.

Cross> Did you recognize the voice on the phone?

John> No.

Cross> Did you, uh, notice any cars following you?

John> No.

Jarvis> Anybody following you at all, any king of surveillance. Telephone, house. Anything unusual at all?

John> Well, now that you mention, I have experience a you know, like a burning sensation between my toes. I thought it was just an athlete foot or something.

Jarvis> We read your jacket lieutenant. We were told you would be cooperative.

John> Cooperative with what?

Walter> Hey hey, wait a minute. He will be.

John> We're waisting time here.

Walter> You want to share information, how about sending a little our way as well.

Cross> Look, we want to hear what he knows first.

Walter> What the hell, you give us pictures and then...

Cross> Look, we want to hear what he knows first.

John> Hey, I know as much as you know, all right. There's a guy out there setting off bombs, he calls himself Simon. He speak with a German accent, and for some reason, he's very angry with me. Maybe you can tell me why fellas, uh?

Jarvis> The first man there is Mathias Targo, was Hungarian army, explosives expert. Now, we believe he's working for the Iranians.

Walter> Working?

Jarvis> Freelance terrorism. By contract.

John> Who's the girl?

Cross> Targo's other half. Rumor is the Israelies slip a bomb in between their sheets. He wasn't at home, but they think maybe they got her.

Jarvis> Second man was an obscure coronel, in the East German army. Ran an infiltration trace unit. Kind of thing the nazis did at the battle of the Buldge. English speaking. Troops.

John> Yeah, yeah. I saw the movie.

Jarvis> All we know of him is the GDR medical reports show he suffers from migraines. His name is Peter Kreig.

John> Well, that is an exceptional report fellas. Now, you want to tell me what the hell this has to do with me?

The name Grubber means anything to you, lieutenant?

John> It rings a bell, yeah.

Ricky> LA

Walter> What?

Ricky> That thing in the building in LA.

Peter Kreig was born Simon Peter Grubber. He's Hans Grubber's brother.

John> So.

Cross> Yeah, it's that thing in LA. We've figured he've got you fitted up for a toe tie, and he's going to do anything to get it tie.

Secretary> Inspector, inspector, it's him.

Jarvis> Don't let him know we are here.

Walter> Simon.

Simon> Inspector. Now, who from the FBI is in the van, I wonder. Let's see, almost certainly Cross, come onl Andy, say
hello.

Cross> Hello

Simon> And I know you're never on alone, so say hello Bill. Still trying to butch up by chewing on your glasses. Hehehe.. This, gentlemen, as they say, is where the plot thickens. I have put 2400 pounds of explosives in one of the 1446 schools in Greater New York. It is fitted with a timer set to explode at exactly 3 pm. Thank you, your silence says I'm understood.

Walter> Did you say 2400 pounds?

Simon> Yes, but please, don't interrupt again. Simon says if you attempt to evacuate schools, the bomb will be detonated by radio, and gentlemen, someone will be watching. Repeat, one school will be dismiss at 3 pm, permanently, unless..

Walter> Unless what?

Simon> Unless John McClane and his new best friend complete the tasks I set them. John, are you listening?

John> Yeah.

Simon> There's a pay phone beyond hope, Tompkins Square Park. 20 minutes, go by foot. No rush. If you're really clever, you learn the location of the bomb and the code to disarm it. Oh, by the way gentlemen, we got something of a bargain on radio detonators, the only problem is the darn thing seems to respond to police and FBI frequencies. So, if I were you, I'd keep off your radios.

Walter> Simon, wait. 2400 pounds of that liquid stuff. My god. Get me the commissioner.

He's doing a press conference. He is supposed to be here in half an hour.

Walter> All right Ricky, get every senior officer on the site. Get them here right away. You're not going to give me any jurisdictional non-sense on this?

Cross> I got 2 kids in the school on 64th street. What can I do to help you?

Walter> How many man have you got?

Cross> 75, but if I push the panic button, I can get 500 from Washington.

Walter> When?

Cross> 2:30, 3:00 o'clock.

Jarvis> Between now and then.

Walter> We're going to have to do this all by ourselves. Let's go. Tompkins Square Park is more than 2 miles away, so you guys better get running. No radio, you take my telephone. You get anything, you call me through the switchboard. Good luck.

John> Thanks. Find that bomb.

Walter> Ricky, where are they?

Ricky> Right over here. The Senior man present is chief Allen.

Walter> Chief of what?

Ricky> Transit.

Walter> Okay, thanks Ricky.

Walter> Gentlemen, we have a decision to make. Chief Allen. The man who has done this has told us that he has planted another very large bomb in a school here in the New York area. And he has told us that we cannot evacuate, but he has not said that we cannot search. Now, I recommend we get everybody, and I mean everybody. I'm talking about police, transit, sanitation, fire, even the goddamn librarians and we start searching schools and I mean right now. I'm talking about a 1000 buildings within the city limits and we have 3 hours and 15 minutes to do it in. Now, I would like to keep the media out of this as long as possible, because if they get in, we've got a panic. Are we in agreement?

Cop #2> Common guys, let's go.. Move out...
 

On the roof of a building near the subway station:

Simon> They bought it. You can begin. Hook.. Line.. And sinker...
 

Back on the street:

Cop #2> You heard the man, let's go, let's go... Come on.. Go, let's go!

Cop #3> Darlene, honey! It's me...
 

At the 911 switch board:

Wanda Schepard> Sergeant Turley, Sergeant Turley. In the last 5 minutes, the volume of calls in here has tripled. What the hell is going on?

Sgt John Turley> Stop, let me explain. For the rest of the day, we are supposed to handle the department's communication.

Wanda Schepard> What do you mean, handle?

Sgt John Turley> They're shutting down the police band. All calls will be coming through this switchboard.

Wanda Shepard> And I'm going to marry Donald Trump.
 

All the cops are gone, outside the Wallstreet station:

Pamela> Walsh, what's going on? Why is everybody out of here?

Ricky> Common Pamela, look at your watch. It's coming up on shift change. The big Hangner are worried about overtime so we send everybody back to the free center to punch out. The next shift is going to be here in a minute.

Pamela> You are so full of shit Walsh.

Ricky> Thank you. What the hell? Hey, wo wo...

Simon> Detective. Bob Thompson. City Engineer's Office. We would like to get an idea of the damage.

Ricky> Man, you guys really got here fast.

Simon> Well, it's Wallstreet sir. A lot of money here, a lot of opinion makers, the maire doesn't want to piss off, you know. Is this it? Holly toledo. Somebody had fun. I'd appreciate it if you'd show my associates the way down.

Ricky> Yeah, yeah, sure. Jimmy, you got the flashlight? Murphy, common, you too. Ricky Walsh.

Thompson> John Thompson.

Ricky> Common gentlemen, let's go. You were probably at the World Trade, you know what that mess was.
 

In the Federal Reserve Bank:

Simon> Please inform Mr Little that Mr Vanderfluge is here.

Guard> Mr Vanderfluge..

Back at the subway station:

Targo> Go down 20 meters, come on!

Thompson> There is a lot of steam down here.

Ricky> Yeah, yeah. We snapped a couple of the steam pipes. It's like a sauna. We've got the subway guys to shut down the 3rd rail.

Thompson> Emergency lighting!

Ricky> The emergency lights and there's still some lights... Hey!!

Thompson> No shooting..

Otto> [GERMAN SPEAKING].

Thompson> Speak English.

Otto doesn't speak English, do you Otto?

Thompson> Where the hell did we get this guy?

He's from Targo thugs.
 

Targo> Go all the way, go all the way.
 

On a road, heading for the park:

Zeus> So, what's up with that LA thing? You're famous or something?

John> Yeah, for about 5 minutes.

Zeus> Don't tell, Rodney King. Right?

John> Fuck you. You know, this guy Simon we are talking to. I threw his little brother of the 32nd floor of Nakatomi Tower out in LA. I guess he's a little pissed off about it.

Zeus> Wait a minute. You mean you're telling me I'm in this shit because some white cop threw some white asshole's brother off a roof.
 

In the FRB:

Philip> Mister Vanderfluge, Felix Little. Corporate Relations. Sorry you had to wait but apparently, there was an explosion in the subway. It played hell with our alarms I'm afraid.

Simon> I trust there's nothing wrong?

Philip> Oh no, no. Good lord. Safe and secured. Now, you were concerned about a currency exchange. We are not a commercial bank, in the normal sense. We are primarily a government central bank, that sort of thing. Apart from the depository of course.

Simon> Of course.

Philip> Right, and you are in the flower business mister Vanderfluge?
 

In the subway:

Targo> Back back... Come on.
 

In the FRB:

Philip> Oh no, Mister Vanderfluge. That's the vault elevator. I'm sorry. Our alarms are sonic and seismic. Two things which I'm afraid do not react well to explosion. The subway business as knocked our system in a cock ack. In fact, we had to give up and pull the plug on little things. The repair people are downstairs now.

Simon> Good lord.

Philip> Yeah, Heavens to betsy if anyone knew. Ahahah. But I thought this was a currency exchange?

Simon> Oh, I think we go straight to the withdrawal.
 

Hey captain, you want to come down here and have a look at this? Something is going on.
 

What do you think guys, you will be able to fix this?

Just a minute now.

Okay, I'll be right back. DOWN!
 

Stay back, stay back.
 

Common, common.

Front desk.

Yes, call the police, get your ass down here. I'm under attack.

Hey, just relax man. Maybe you'll live through this.

Shit! Ahhhhhhhh.
 

Simon> I think he's dead my dear. All right, let see to the officer workers.

Being done, err oberst.
 

In the vault of the FRB:

Is this where.. Perimeter's secure.. herr oberst.

God! It's Fort Knox.

[GERMAN SPEAKING].

Simon> 140 000 000$. 10 times what's in Kentucky. Fort Knox. Ah! It's for tourists.
 

In the park:

John> Yeah, McClane.

Simon> John, you're out of shape. You barely made it.

John> Yeah, well, well, we'll barely make it. What do you want us to do?

Simon> What has 4 legs and is always ready to travel?

John> Hein? What?

Zeus> What did he say?

John> What has 4 legs and is always ready to travel?

Zeus> What's the matter with you, don't you have kids? That's an elephant joke. Wo, is that a bomb?
 

Near the fountain:

John> Go ahead and grab it.

Zeus> No, you're the cop.

John> Man, Simon said you were supposed to be helping with this.

Zeus> I'm helping.

John> When are you gonna start helping?

Zeus> After you get the bomb. Be careful.

John> I'm being carefull!

Zeus> Don't open it.

John> What? I got to open it. It's gonna be all right.

Zeus> Shit, shit. I told you not to open it.

Simon> I trust you see the message. It has a proximity circuit. So please, don't run.

John> Yeah, I got it. We're not gonna run. How do we turn this thing off?

Simon> On the fountain, there should be 2 jugs, do you see them? A 5 gallon and a 3 gallon. Fill one of the jug with exactly 4 gallons of water and place it on the scale and the timer will stop. You must be precise, one onze of more or less will result in detonation. If you're still alive in 5 minutes, we'll
speak.

John> Wait, wait a second. I don't get it. Do you get it?

Zeus> No.

John> Get the jugs. Obviously, we can't fill the 3-gallon jug with 4 gallons of water.

Zeus> Obviously.

John> All right. I know, here we go. We fill the 3-gallon jug exactly to the top, right?

Zeus> Huhuhu.

John> Okay, now. We pour this 3 gallons into the 5-gallon jug. Given us exactly 3 gallons in the 5-gallon jug, right?

Zeus> Right, then what?

John> All right. We take the 3-gallon jug and fill it at the 3rd of the way...

Zeus> No, he said: Be precise. Exactly 4 gallons.

John> Shit. Every cop within 50 miles is running his ass off and I'm out here playing kids games in the park.

Zeus> Hey, you want to focus on the problem at hand?

John> Well, you said you knew. You said: Don't say anything if you don't know. I thought. Give me the fucking jugs. We're starting over!

Zeus> We can't start over.

John> Pull that out.

Zeus> We can't start over.

John> I gonna put my feet up your ass my dumb mother fucker...

Zeus> Say it. Say it.

John> What?

Zeus> You were gonna call me a Niger, won't you?

John> No I wasn't.

Zeus> What were you going to call me?

John> Asshole. How is that asshole? You got some fucking problem with me because I'm white Zeus. Is that it? Have I oppressed you, have I oppressed your people somehow? I'll tell you what your problem is. You don't like me because you're a racist.

Zeus> What?

John> You're a racist. You don't like me because I'm white.

Zeus> I don't like you because you're going to get me killed. How much time? Ah shit! We got less then a minute. Throw this thing away.

John> Look, we can't take this off, it will detonate. Just wait, wait a second. I got it. I got it. Exactly 2 gallons in here, right?

Zeus> Right.

John> Leaving exactly 1 gallon of empty space, right?

Zeus> Yeah.

John> A full 5 gallon here, right?

Zeus> Right.

John> You pull a 1 gallon out of 5 gallon in there, we have exactly 4 gallons here.

Zeus> Yes.

John> Common. Don't spill any. Good, good, good. Exactly 4 gallons.

Zeus> You did it McClane.

John> Put it on the thing, get it down there.

Zeus> Oh shit.

Both> Ahahahaha.

Simon> Congratulation. You're still alive.

John> Hein?

Simon> Congratulation.

John> Yeah, we did it.

Simon> You supprise me again John. This is becoming an ugly habit.

John> Well, I don't have the time right now Simon. Listen, a deal's a deal. Where's the school bomb?

Simon> On the contrary, you have lots of time. You have 2 hours and 27 minutes precisely. Plenty of time to test those wits of yours.

John> Hey, back. Hey, listen jerk off. Let me tell you something. I've got a bad fucking hangover all right? And I'm little sick of these fucking riddles. Now, where is the school bomb?

Simon> Temper John. The road of the truth as many turns. You will find an envelop under the rim of the fountain. When you undertake the trip it suggests. Ask yourself this question: What's 21 out of 42?
 

In the subway:

Targo> We're behind. We should abandon the rest and go.

Simon> Relax Targo. There's not a cop for 20 blocks.
 

Back at the park:

John> He is sending us at the home team dog out, at the Yankee's stadium. Why?

Zeus> Well, we're the home team. We're supposed to find something there? He said anything else?

John> What's 21 out of 42?

Zeus> 21 again. Half of 42. 42 what?

John> How many players are on the Yankee's ball club?

Zeus> 25.

John> What else is 21? Blackjack.

Zeus> It's a club.

John> It's a wild goose chase. That's what it is. Where is the nearest "A" train?

Zeus> Wait, wait, wait. You know, some kid might find that.

John> You're right.
 

Come back here, you little son of bitches. I'll remember you.

John> Hey, hey. Where are you going? Come here. What are you doing? What are you doing?

Let me go dick head.

John> Watch your mouth. You want to go to the Juvenile Hall for a Butterfinger? Is that it?

Look around man. All the cops are into something. It's Christmas, you could steal City Hall.

John> Common. Let's go.

My bike.

John> Let's go.

That's my bike. You asshole!

Zeus> Hey, hey. Where are you going? Yankee's stadium is that way.
 

Back at the Wallstreet subway station:

John> Why don't you run over everybody in the whole street?

Zeus> McClane, what the fuck are we doing back down here?

John> Let me ask you something. What is it that Wallstreet doesn't have?

Zeus> What? Is this stuff catching? You're talking in riddles.

John> No, no. Stay with me. What is it that Wallstreet does not have?

Zeus> What?

John> Schools. And what is that they have a shit load of?

Zeus> What?

John> I'll be back in a minute.

Zeus> What am I supposed to do with this?

John> Give it to those guys over there.
 

He's here.

Simon> Perhaps you could be a little more specific.

McClane is here. He's walking toward the bank. The black man is coming toward me.

Simon> Oh oh, now, that's a betsy. And after all the trouble we went at the stadium!

Targo> Simon. Kill him. Stop toying with him and kill him now.

Simon> Okay, so be it. May he rest in peace. I'll inform Karl in the lobby. You pack up your team and get out of there.

And this one?

Zeus> Officer?

Yeah, I'm afraid I'm gonna need an answer on that issue.

Simon> Let him go.

Understood. Yes sir?

Zeus> John McClane says to give you this. Wait, Jesus, don't open it. It's a bomb.

Another.

Zeus> Yes.

Oh, I see. Hmm. We'll take care of that. We'd better move now. Sir, thank you so much for your assistance. We really appreciate it. Thank you. What are you doing?

I don't wanna ride with it.

Some kid could... Put it in the back.

Zeus> Hey, hey. You're leaving this place unguarded?
 

In the bank:

Karl> I understand.

John> How are you doing?

Karl> All right.

John> John McClane. NYPD.

Karl> Are you all right?

John> Yes, laundry day.

Karl> What can I do for you lieutenant?

John> It has been quiet like this all morning here?

Karl> Well..

John> Except for that big explosion a couple hours ago. No, I mean, have you seen anything strange happen in the last hour or so?

Karl> No. And we had cops in here pretty steady since the subway thing.

John> Yeah.

Karl> I was just going to make a round on the vault floor if you want to tag along.

John> Yeah, yeah. Sure. I think I will.

Karl> So, what do you think of this heat late in the year?

John> Indian summer, hein?

Karl> Yeah, feels like it's gonna rain like dogs and cats later. Here's one of you guys. Detective Otto, isn't it?

Yeah.

John> Nice to meet you.

Karl> Mike, how are you doing? I keep telling myself I'm going to take the stair just for the exercise. But on a hot day like this, it's seem like I always end up riding the lift.

John> Hey, what was the lottery numbers last night? You guys play lottery? No. My wife buys me 2 tickets every weeks, for the last 10 years, she played the same 2 numbers all the time. I say: Honey, why won't you play a different number? She goes: Well, these are my lucky numbers. I got the tickets right here... Put that fucking gun down. Put it down now...

Otto> [GERMAN SPEAKING].

John> Put it down.
 

In the subway station, that connects to the vault of the FRB:

Zeus> Hello? Anybody's down here?

John> Freeze! Put your fucking hands in the air. Put your fucking hands up.

Zeus> No, no John. No, no, no. It's me.

John> Jesus Christ. You almost gave me an heart attack.

Zeus> You all right?

John> Hein?

Zeus> You all right?

John> Yeah, yeah. It's not my blood.

Zeus> What the hell is going on down here.

John> Go take a look in there.

Zeus> Hey McClane. Where the hell is everybody?

John> Simon fucking says. I should have seen it coming a mile away. It was never about revenge. It's about a goddamn heist.

Zeus> What was in the room?

John> This.

Zeus> What is this? Oh shit, is this gold?

John> Yeah. It's gold.

Zeus> Damn, this is heavy. They cleaned out a whole room of this?

John> Yeah!

Zeus> You know, this would have taken like a tank or a...

John> A dump truck. 14 great big dump trucks.

Zeus> We almost got hit by a dump truck.

John> Shit.

Zeus> Damn. Slow down.

John> Put that shit down.

Zeus> No fucking way.

John> They ain't gonna let you keep it.

Zeus> Yeah, yeah. We'll see.

John> We'll need a car.

Zeus> A car?
 

On the street:

John> You know how to hot-wired this thing.

Zeus> Of course I can, I'm an electrician. The only problem is, it takes to fucking long.
 

On a road, running after the dump trucks:

John> Not on the bridge.

Zeus> Not there McClane. The FDR.

John> Let's go, let's go. Common. Oh shit!

Zeus> What?

John> I shoot the phone part.

Zeus> Too bad. Common, what's 21 out of 42?

John> I don't have a clue.

Zeus> But what about the Yankee's stadium?

John> We'll get there. But that son of bitch is not getting off of Manhattan. Move!

Zeus> Jesus Christ.

John> Who do you think you are lady? Hillary Clinton?

Zeus> That's it.

John> What?

Zeus> Hillary Clinton. The 42nd president.

John> No, he'll be the 43rd president.

Zeus> All right, all right. But who's the 21st?

John> I don't know.

Zeus> You don't know?

John> No, I don't. You know?

Zeus> No.

John> Well, got to answer this piece of shit. Common. Step on it.

Zeus> It's a yugo. It's build for economy, not speed!

Zeus> Wo, what are you doing?

John> Getting us another phone.

Zeus> Wait, wait, wait. Who's the 21st president?

Go fuck yourself.

Zeus> That guy was pissed.

John> He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat.

Zeus> Shit, that was my gold bar.

John> This is McClane. Get me inspector Walter Cobb.

Walter> John, where the hell are you?

John> Walter. It's not a revenge, it's a heist.

Walter> What?

John> There's gold in the Federal Reserve. And they took a shitload of it. They are heading North in dump trucks.

Walter> Have you been drinking McClane?

John> No, not since this morning. Listen, there's a lot of dump truck Northbond on the FDR at about 70th. You got to close the bridge and get some helicopters over there right away.

Walter> I couldn't close an hot-dog stand right no. I'm spread all over hell. What about this damn bomb?

John> Who the hell is the 21st president? It got something to do with it.

Walter> John, John? The 21st what?

John> Walter? Shit, god damn cellular fucking phone.
 

Near a school, somewhere in New York:

Walter> Get hold of Munsen on the Triborough. Tell him to close all the East river bridges North of the 59th street. Looking for dump trucks!

Connie> Dump trucks?

Walter> McClane says there are dump trucks headed up the FDR loaded with gold!

Connie> Walter, they don't allow dump trucks on the FDR.

Walter> Connie!!

Connie> Alright, I won't argue no matter how stupid it is!
 

Walter> K9, check out the boiler room. Bring her out in the back. Find anything Charley?

Charley> I could spend a week in here with an x-ray machine and still not find it!

Walter> You don't have a week Charley, you've got 5 more minutes then we're moving up to 86th street.

Charley> We're going as fast as we can!

Joe> What's up?

Walter> McClane was mentionning something about the Federal Reserve building. Isn't that near that Wallstreet bomb site we just left?

Joe> Yeah!
 

How long do you want us to stay here?

Targo> The man at the stadium, stay or go?

Simon> Karl should've checked in by now.

Targo> Moment.

Simon> Come on, come on. Stay where you are. McClane may still turn up. Relax Targo, if he's still alive, he won't be talking to anyone. It's the next turnoff!

Elvis> Hi, it's Elvis Duran. You're on the air. What's up?

Simon> First of all, I just want to tell you what a great show you've got. I listen to you all the time.

Elvis> Thank you, thank you. What do you want to talk about?

Simon> Well, you know all those cop cars speeding around everywhere, you know what they're up to? There's a bomb in a school. My cousin's a cop...

There you go madam...

Simon> Somebody put a big bomb in a school somewhere only they don't know which one. So they're searching all of them.

Shhhh.. Shhhh.

Simon> Every school in the metropolitan area...

Holly shit.

Doris.

Annie

Doris, can you get ahold of my wife?
 

Wanda Schepard> Turley, half the goddamn city just called 911.
 

Zeus> They're gone!

John> What?

Zeus> They're gone!

John> Who is this guy? Houdini?

Zeus> Shit. Down there, down there!

John> This thing've got airbags?

Zeus> Your side does. I don't know about mine... McClannnnneee!
 

John> In the truck, let me see the hands. Put them on the door.

Gerry> Don't kill me, don't shoot me!

John> You're a truck driver?

Gerry> No, I'm a beautician. Of course I'm a truck driver.

John> Where you taking this truck?

Gerry> The aqueduc!

John> Why you taking a dump truck to the race track for?

Gerry> No... The aqueduc... The... The water aqueduc.

John> Aqueduc?
 

At the aqueduc:

Gerry> See, it goes from here all the way up to the Catskill Mountain.

John> What does?

Gerry> That. The water pipe. Goes for about 60 miles.

John> Hey, you're the foreman?

Foreman> Yeah.

John> NYPD. You've got like any extra dump trucks come through here in the last couple of minutes?

Foreman> I'm writing those fucking clowns up. They better start paying attention to work because we're gonna kick some butts.

John> Who? What are you talking about?

Foreman> Ah, a dozen idiots tore ass up the tub. We are not loading up there anymore, we are loading over here.

John> So much for bridges and helicopters. You've got a map showing where this tunnel goes?

Foreman> Yeah. Right here. We run pretty much up under the saw mill till you get up to the coffer dam. From there, we already brought the water down from the reservoir.

John> Anyone can get in or out of there?

Foreman> Yeah, there's a vent shaft every 2 miles.

John> No, I mean with a truck.

Foreman> At the coffer dam, you can get a truck in there. You can get on the surface if you follow the saw mill parkway up there, it's about 20 miles.

John> All right. I'm going to meet you right there. All right?

Zeus> Wait, wait. What am I supposed to do?

John> You are going up to the Yankee's stadium.

Zeus> McClane?

John> Go, get out of here. We've got less than 2 hours.

Zeus> God damnit.

Foreman> Hey, something wrong?
 

In the water pipe:

Gerry> 480 yards of rock moved so far. Now, that's 10 time the Hoover Dam. Right now, there's 560 feets of rock above our head. This part is phase 3 of tunnel 3. Planning for it began back in 1954, but the construction didn't begin till June 1970. You know what the most interesting part of tunnel 3 is?

John> What's that Gerry?

Gerry> The valves. Each one... main departure from tunnels 1 and 2.. Common. What a hell of a place to break down.

John> Hold it a minute Gerry. Let me have your hard hat. You've a got a jacket?

Gerry> Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure.

John> Wait here a minute.

Wait until he's alongside the door.

John> Hey fellas. Mickey O'Brien. Aqueduc security. Hey listen, we had a report of a guy come through here with 8 reindeers. Yeah, they said he was a jolly old fat guy with a snowy white beard. Cute red  and white suit. I'm supprised you didn't see him. What's with you guys and these phones? Give me something, give me something.

Gerry> Holly shit. Is that guy dead?

John> Yes Gerry, I'm afraid he is.

Gerry> Jesus Christ.

John> Yeah. I want you to get ahold of a guy named Cobb. Walter Cobb. C o b b. He's the head of my police unit. Get him down here. Find him. Tell him you were with John McClane and tell him to find out who the 21st president was.

Gerry> Chester A Arthur.

John> What?

Gerry> Chester A Arthur. 1881 to 1885. Nominated vice-president in 1880. Did you know he was collector of customs right here in New York?

John> No, I didn't know that Gerry. Take care of yourself.
 

At the Yankee's stadium:

Now?

No, there's only one of them. Ofhoubus, come in.

Yes or no? Yes or no?

No! We'll follow him.
 

Near a school:

TV's got us. TV's got us. We've got to release these traffic guys.

Walter> No, traffic jam, we can take care of later. You want to find out what the hell is wrong with this thing?

The frequencies are jammed!

Walter> What about Ricky?

Joe> I don't know. I can't get a hold of him. But Walter, Federal Reserve.

Walter> Yeah?

Joe> Biggest gold storage in the world.

Walter> You get an unit back down there. And find Ricky, find what the hell is going on.
 

Connie> Walter?

Walter> Yeah.

Connie> You got to hear this.
 

Near the Chester A Arthur school:

Walter> Christ, I thought we were going in the back way.

Connie> This is the back way Walter. In half an hour, you are going to have a riot in every school in the city.
 

In the school:

Walter> We start on the top floor. Put 20 man on each floor. Send the other 50 man down in the basement with us. What about McClane?

No word. I'm getting nothing. Busy signal.

Charley> This is kinda putting all our eggs in one basket, isn't it? I mean, what if McClane's wrong?

Joe> Walter?

Walter> Yeah?

Joe> This is principal Martinez. Principal Martinez, inspector Cobb.

Principal Martinez> How do you do inspector?

Walter> How do you do principal Martinez? I don't want to alarm your children. I wondered if you could move them all in the auditorium and keep them calm?
 

In a dump truck, in the water pipe:

Targo> We are coming to the dam. You can call the rear guard.

Simon> Rear guard, you can close up now. We've reach the dam, you can come up now. Nils, you can close in now. Nils!

John> Attention, attention. Nils is dead. I repeat, Nils is dead fuck head. So's his pal. And those 4 guys from the east German all-stars. Your boys down at the bank, they are going to be a little late.

Simon> John, in the back of the truck you're driving, there is 13 billion dollars worth in gold bullion. I wondered would a deal be out of question?

John> Yeah, I've got a deal for you. Come out of hiding, and I'll drive this truck up your ass.

Simon> How colorful.

Targo> I told you not to toy with him.

Simon> Thank you, that's very helpful.

Targo> You jeopardize the mission and the contract. Ivan, Herr Vogle will help me reach the shipl. I'm going to put an end to this.

Simon> Stop. Targo, Targo. Here, come here. We blow the dam.

Targo> What?

Simon> We drawn him.

Targo> [GERMAN SPEAKING]. Up there!.
 

In the school:

Connie> Walter

Joe> Take a look at this. The Janitor said this one was delivered this morning, at about 10:30, right? Not hook up.

Walter> Yeah?

Joe> Okay, now take a look at the front.

Charley> We drill the hinges. Get everybody out.
 

Outside the water pipe:

John> Ah! Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Zeus> McClane. McClane.

John> Where are you?

Zeus> Over here. You've got hell of a way flagging somebody down. You all right?

John> Did you go to the Yankee's stadium?

Zeus> Yeah, there's nobody there.

John> You didn't see nobody?

Zeus> No.

John> Nobody was following you?

Zeus> I'm telling you, he's jerking us around. Oh shit, common.

John> Shit! Go, go, go.
 

In the school:

Charley> It's not rigged. Pull it. Well. I'd say you could call off your search.

Walter> Can you stop it?

Charley> I shouldn't even touch it. Who knows what kind of booby trap this thing's got? But what about the code?

Walter> No word.

Joe> When do we evacuate?

Walter> Simon said he sees one kid leave the building... boom...

Joe> There's a chance that someone is still watching. But we can't stand here, with our tongue up our ass. Waiting for that freaking thing to blow up.

Walter> Okay.
 

On a road:

Zeus> Shit, shit..

John> Keep your head down. Common, common. Hold it steady, hold it steady. Go, go..

Zeus> They're in our way.

John> Go around them, go around them. I've found out who the 21st president is.

Zeus> Who?

John> Some guy named Arthur.

Zeus> Chester A Arthur?

John> Chester A Arthur, that's it, yeah.

Zeus> Chester A Arthur elementary school?

John> Yeah, that's it.
 

In the school:

Children> hahahahlalalililititititit...

Martines> Hi kids. I know you usually have assembly on Fridays, but today is special. Mister
Lambert here is from the fire department, and today, he wants us to practice a brand new fire drill.
So, I want you to divide in half. And I want half of you to go here, and the teacher will help them,
and lined up against the wall. The other half will go in this direction. Please do it very quietly and very
quickly, all right? Everybody up please. Teachers, help them..

Fire drill me ass. That guy ain't from the fire department.

Maybe it's because of the radio.

You mean, like they're after us? Nah.

Tommy squealed on us.

No he didn't.

Common.

Where are you going?
 

On a road:

John> Let me drive, let me drive.

Zeus> Go, go.

John> God damnit.

Zeus> Oh, oh.

John> Why the hell didn't you tell me before? Of course he would put the bomb in that school.

Zeus> Why would he do that?

John> To make sure he had your complete attention. Find the fuse panel.

Zeus> What?

John> The fuse panel. Where's the fuse panel in this car?

Zeus> Right here, right here.

John> Pull off the anti-lock breaks fuse.

Zeus> Shit, I don't know which one it is.

John> Well, yang them all out then.

Zeus> Okay.

John> Put your head down, put your head fucking down. It's going to be really bad. Listen to me. Hang the fuck on, all right?
 

Zeus> Oh, what the fuck happened?

John> You've got a triple A card?
 

In the school:

Keep moving, keep moving.

Principal Martinez> I've got the Janitor making a last sweep of the building right now.

Walter> Thank you Miss Martinez.

Common. Ok, 3's and 9's are wild...
 

On a road:

John> Stay down, stay low.

Zeus> Ah man.

Zeus> What the fuck are you doing?

John> Interrogating him.

Zeus> What he's going to tell you? I'm dead?

John> Well, I ain't gonna know until I ask him, am I. Go around see if there's any aspirins in that glove box.

Zeus> No way, you do it.

John> 10 quarters, the guy in the dump truck had 10 quarters, exactly 10 quarters.

Zeus> Well, maybe they were making long distance phone calls.

John> No, it's for the bridge.

Zeus> What?

John> It's to pay the toll on the bridge.
 

On the bridge:

Zeus> There, there. Down on the wharfs. Dump trucks. Right there, right there.

John> Christ, look like they already loaded on the ship. Shit.

Zeus> How about the coast guard?

John> It will take them an hour to get here.

Zeus> Shit, shit. We can jump.

John> What?

Zeus> We can jump.

John> Are you out of your mind? It's an 100 feet down to the deck.

Zeus> Yeah, but not to the crain, it isn't.

John> The cables will cut you in half.

Zeus> I can make it.

John> Bullshit. Get down, get down. Look at the back of that car for some gloves.
 

In the school:

Charley> Six booby-traps, 4 dead ends and a partridge in a pear tree. Okay honey. Let's dance.
 

Joe> We are gonna have sort of a race. So, when I say go. I want you all to run like crazy. All of you, you follow the police officer and the firemen. You guys are my front runners, okay? Walter, I think we're cutting this a little thin?

Walter> No Joe, we're going to wait. McClane may still get the code.
 

On the bridge:

John> Line me up with that crain.

Zeus> There, there, right there, right there.

John> Huh?

Zeus> Right there, you're okay.

John> Now, I see it. I see it.

Zeus> It's gonna take a miracle.

John> Keep your fingers crossed.

Zeus> Common, common. You almost got it. Almost, almost. Yeah, all right.

John> Where are you going? You're in an hurry?

Zeus> I'm going first this time, all right?
 

In the school:

Connie> Walter, the kids maybe fine, but you wait much longer and I'm gonna pee in my pants.

Walter> We're gonna wait Connie. 6 more minutes.
 

On the cable:

Zeus> Yo, McClane?

John> What?

Zeus> Down there.

John> Shit. Go man, go, go, go.
 

On the ship:

Zeus> Oh boy. Am I glad you talked me out of jumping.

John> Get his feet.
 

In another room on the ship:

There's something you should see.

Targo> Later.

It's important.

Targo> Later

No, now! This was in a container.
 

On the ship:

John> We go find Simon. Drag him and the ship to shore and beat the fucking code out of him. Here, take this.

Zeus> How does it work?

John> You don't know how to shoot a gun?

Zeus> Look, all brothers don't know how to shoot guns you racist mother fucker.

John> Sue me. Just yang back on that on pull the trigger. That's it.

Zeus> That's it?

John> That's it. Just don't shoot yourself. Hey, don't be no hero, you find him, you come and get me.
 
 

[GERMAN SPEAKING].

Zeus> Stupid, stupid!

Simon> You have the autopilot set?

Yes sir.

Simon> Good.

Zeus> Don't fucking move.

Simon> Oh, the Samaritan.

Zeus> Give me the goddamn code.

Simon> The code? Oh, you mean for the school. I'm sorry, I can't do that.

Zeus> You call in that code right now or I blow your sick ass into the next world.

Simon> If that's what you got to do. You've got to take the safety catch off.

Zeus> Oh god.

Simon> See, that works. Now, where's McClane?
 

On the boat, in the container area:

[GERMAN SPEAKING].

John> What was that?

Targo> He said: Don't shoot.
 

In the school:

Walter> Okay Charley. We're gonna have to go with the evacuation. We're gonna go.

Policemen> You heard the man. Let's go, let's go. Move.

Walter> We're gonna go.

Policemen> Let's go guys.

Walter> On my mark. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go, go, go, go, go.

Joe> Let's do it. Okay gang. Let's go. Hip-hop, hip-hop! Go, go. Run, run. Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go.
 

Go, go, go, go.

What are they doing? Where are you going?

Hey, hey. What's going on?
 

On the ship:

Targo> I see you all day little man, policeman? And you don't go away.

John> Yeah. I'm like that fucking Energizer bunny.

Targo> Where are you going now, hein? Going to rest bunny?

John> I think I'm gonna rest. I'm kinda weak...
 

In the school:

Joe> I knew it was bullshit. There's nobody watching.

Walter> Time to get Charley out. Let's move Charls, time's up.

Charley> Give me another 30 seconds.

Walter> It takes a minutes 15 if you're a kid Charley. And last I looked, you weren't to light on your feet. Now move.

Up here!

Connie> Oh my god.

Up here, common!

Walter> Christ, get them out of there.

Principal Martinez> The rooms are locked. The rooms are locked.

Joe> Out of the way.

Janitor> Hey! Anyone marked 4.

Charley> What's going on Walter?

Walter> We still have kids in the building.

Charley> I'm staying.

Walter> No Charley. Get out of there.

On the ship:

John> Ever see a show called: The Adams Family? They got a mother fucker on there called Lurch. You don't think I'm going to let you get to that gun, don't you? Oh! Fuck!
 

In the school:

Joe> Four, four. Get out of the way.

Charley> Where are they Walter?

Walter> Still in.

Charley> No guts, no glory.

Joe> If we can get to the roof. We can jump on the next building.

Connie> Shit.

Joe> Okay. Get up here, get up here. Come on, come on!
 

On the ship:

John> MAYDAY, MAYDAY. Bridgeport coast guard, Bridgeport coast guard, come in!
 

In the school:

Joe> Come on kids! Shit, it's too far.

Connie> Over here, down, down.
 

Charley> No guts, no glory.
 

On the ship:

John> It's a big fat fucking white boat in the middle of Pearl Harbor.

Please, stay on the line.

John> Yeah, sure. I'll stay on the line.
 

In the school:

Charley> Pancake syrup.
 

On the ship:

John> Stupid, stupid.

Simon> Hello John McClane.

John> There was never any bomb in a school, was there?

Simon> Of course not. I'm a soldier, not a monster. Even though if I sometimes work for monsters. No, the real bomb is on this ship.

John> Coast guard. I was telling them where the boat was. Game over, hein?

Simon> Not quite over. Bridgeport coast guard, come in please. They put you on hold?

John> She told me to stay on the line. Hehehe.

Simon> Hehehehe. Oh god, I love this country.

John> You know, your brother was an asshole.

Simon> Ah!

John> You know, he really was an asshole.

Simon> He was an asshole. You got his number, hein? Yeah, okay. Forgive me. Would you help mister McClane below. Be careful now. Now, do you have the communiqué? Bridgeport radio, come in please. Bridgeport.

Coast guard.

Simon> Oh, you're there dear.

Yes, we're here.

Simon> Will you be able to record a message?

Yes.

Simon> Then, please begin now.

All right.
 

"This is a communiqué from the CRF. For too long, the West has conspired to steal the wealth of the world consigning the balance of the humanity to economic starvation. Today, we will level the playing field. In a few minutes, the contents of the Federal Reserve Bank, the gold your economies are built on, will be redistributed by explosives across the bottom of the Long Island sound. If you're not in gridlock, I invite you to come and watch."
 

Zeus> You're gonna blow it all up?

Simon> That's the idea. There's some gentlemen in the middle East who seems to think they’re going to make a great deal of money. See the men safely off the ship and I'll see you on the port side launch.

Zeus> What the hell this all got to do with killing McClane?

Simon> Life has it's little bonuses.

Zeus> Didn't you say you didn't even liked your brother?

Simon> There's a difference you know between not liking one's brother and not caring when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.

Zeus> Hey, I didn't even know that mother fucker.

Simon> Yes, I never invited you aboard this ship.

Zeus> No riddle's gonna stop this mother fucker?

Simon> No code, no riddle, no fancy little countdown.

John> Hey, fuckhead. Yeah, you fuckhead. There's just one thing I got to know. You got any aspirins? I've had a bad fucking headache all day long.

Simon> Ahahahaha. Must be your lucky day.

John> Ahahah.

Simon> Keep the bottle.

John> Ahahahah.
 

On a boat, beside the ship:

Targo> Where is the gold? He's betrayed us. The containers are filled with that.

[GERMAN SPEAKING].
 

On the ship:

Zeus> If I hadn't saved your fucking ass, I wouldn't be sitting here with you, waiting to blow up a 100 billions dollars of fucking gold.

John> Well, I have some bad news. You're only going to blow up with me.

Zeus> What?

John> There's no gold on this boat.

Zeus> How do you know that?

John> Because I know the man, I know the family. The only think better than blowing up a 100 billions worth of gold is making people think you did.

Zeus> Yeah, well. Then, where is it?

John> I don't know. He must have switched it back on the docks, somewhere.

Zeus> Yeah. That's supposed to make me feel better?

John> No, you're wrong about another thing. You're not going to die.

Zeus> Yeah. You know some cop tricks about handcuff that's gonna get us out of this?

John> Yeah, use a key. You know how to pick this lock?

Zeus> Is this your black shit again?

John> Will you stop with that racial shit. Are you a fucking locksmith or not?

Zeus> Yeah, yeah. I could do it, if I had something to do it with.

John> How about a splinter of that cable we split down?

Zeus> That might work.

John> Hold on.

Zeus> What the fuck are you doing?

John> Fuck. Shit. How's that? That big enough?

Zeus> Oh shit, yeah, yeah. That might work.

John> Okay. I'm gonna drop it in your hand. Cup your hands. Don't drop this mother fucker, all right?

Zeus> Get it on the right.

John> Ready?

Zeus> 1, 2, spit it. Yeah.

John> Get it?

Zeus> Common, common, move your hands. Damn McClane, I was just starting to like you.

John> Yeah. Well, don't. I'm an asshole.

Zeus> What are you talking about now?

John> I lied to you Zeus.

Zeus> About what?

John> You remember I said Weiss found that bomb up in Harlem?

Zeus> Yeah.

John> They found it down in Chinatown.

Zeus> Oh. Now, that's low. Even for a white mother fucker like you.

John> I told you I was an asshole.

Zeus> What the fuck was that?

John> I don't know. Look, it was the only way I could get you to come with me.

Zeus> Huh huh You got a wife McClane?

John> Yeah.

Zeus> I'm surprised anybody could stay with you long enough to get married.

John> Well, she didn't stick too long. We are sort of separated.

Zeus> What the fuck is sort of separated?

John> Well, she was in LA, I was in New York. We had a fight on the phone. She hung up. I didn't call her back.

Zeus> How long ago was it?

John> About a year ago now.

Zeus> About a year. Hehehehe.

John> What th