Die Hard: With a Vengeance

Allen, Bomb Squad, Special Services...

State Police and the FBI!

Lieutenant Jurgenson, Upummer! I want you to go to St. John's Emergency...

in case we got any walk-ins from the street.

- Take that down there and get it faxed. - Kramer, get the city engineer!

I gotta find out a damage report. It's very important.

Bonwit Teller. Who the hell would want to blow up a department store?

Did you ever see a woman miss a shoe sale?

Connie, I want you to get started on the witness sheet.

Ricky, you and Joe, you make sure the uniforms got it cordoned off there.

And you don't let the damn TV crews in. Benson!

- Inspector, phone. - Not now. Benson! Traffic!

We get Fifth Avenue cleared up by 3:00, or we got the traffic jam from hell!

- Walter! - Yeah?

I think you'd better take this.

Major Case Unit, Inspector Cobb.

Said Simple Simon to the pie man going to the fair...

"Give me your pies...

or I'll cave your head in."

You see, Bonwit's was just to make sure I had your attention.

Is there a detective named McClane there?

- He's on suspension. - No, Walter, he's not. Not today.

- Who is this? - Call me Simon.

- What do you want? - I want to play a game.

- What kind of game? - "Simon says."

Simon's going to tell Lt McClane what to do...

and Lt McClane is going to do it.

Noncompliance will result in a penalty.

What penalty?

Another big bang in a very public place.

What is it that you want Lt McClane to do?

Simon says Lt McClane is to go to the corner...

of 138th Street und Amsterdam...

which is in Harlem if I'm not mistaken.

Kowalski! Lambert! Do you know where to find McClane?

Well, I kinda doubt you're gonna find him in church.

Well, you better find out what rock he's under...

and kick it over.

- John. - Thanks.

Gimme some more. Come on.

Jesus, John. You look like shit.

Where did we leave off with that roster?

We got three killings in Red Hook the past two nights.

Put Miner on it. And Genetti.

The mayor's office will call before the day's out.

Next, 14 dump trucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island.

Fourteen! Jesus! Is somebody starting a construction company?

Nah, it was John's landlady going to clean his apartment.

Insurance fraud.

That's a priority out in California.

The contractor splits the money with the thieves.

We had that out in Jersey a couple years ago, Joe. Remember?

- See what Kelly can do with it. - Oh, wow.

Hey, what was the lottery number last night?

- 4667. - 4667.

You still bettin' your badge, Rick?

Yeah, 6991 every week.

6991, lucky number.

Half the cops in New York play their badges.

How're the kids, John?

I hear they're okay.

Did you talk with Holly?

- No, I didn't talk to Holly. - Coming up on it, Inspector.

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

You wanna make sure the gun's secure?

Yeah, it's good.

You know, you're the first woman since Holly who's seen me do this.

- I'm honoured. - Yeah, so was she.

So, where's the backup gonna be?

We're gonna drop back to 128th Street.

What?

Ten blocks? Are you fucking kidding me?

Oh, man, that's just great! Hey, Walter, what is all this about, huh?

- If we don't do it, this guy says he's gonna blow up another public place. - Well, why me?

- What does it got to do with me? - I have no idea. He just said it had to be you.

It's nice to be needed.

- Frankly, John, you haven't been... - Hey, Walter, how 'bout you mind your fucking business about Holly, huh?

Between you and Simon, you're fucking up a perfectly good hangover.

Okay.

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

Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.

Let's go, Billy!

Oh, man.

- Hey, yo, Uncle. - Come look at this.

It's ten after 9:00. Why aren't you in school?

- Tony wants to sell you this. - Tony? That no-neck dude they call Bad T?

He says he found it in a Dumpster.

He keeps stealing from people, they're gonna find him in a Dumpster.

No, he didn't steal it. He says his uncle gave it to him.

Mm-hmm. Hand me that newspaper over there.

Don't ever let people use you.

You're runnin' all over town with stolen property.

If you get caught, you get in trouble...

while he gets to deny the whole thing and walk away.

You... You mean you want us to take it back to Tony?

No, I'll take it back to Tony, with a message.

- Now, where you goin'? - School.

- Why? - To get educated?

- Why? - So we can go to college.

- And why is that important? - To get "espect."

"Respect." And who's the bad guys?

- Guys who sell drugs. - Guys who have guns.

- And who's the good guys? - We're the good guys.

- Who's gonna help you? - Nobody.

- So who's gonna help you? - We're gonna help ourselves.

- And who do we not want to help us? - White people. - White people.

That's right.

Now, get on outta here. Go to school.

- Uncle, you better come look at this. - What?

There's a white man standing in the street.

- I seen one. - Not like this.

Dial 9-1-1. Tell the police to get up here quick.

Somebody's about to get killed. And get your butts to school. You hear me?

- Yeah. - Yeah. - All right.

- I paid 500 bucks... - You better back off, man.

- Hey, man! - He ain't so big.

- Morning. - Good morning.

You having a nice day, sir? You feeling all right?

Not to get too personal...

but a white man standin' in the middle of Harlem...

wearin' a sign that says "I hate niggers"...

has either got some serious personal issues...

or not all his dogs are barkin'.

Hey, I'm talkin' to you!

Now, you got about ten seconds before those guys see you.

When they do, they will kill you. You understand?

You are about to have a very bad day.

Tell me about it. Sir, this is a police matter.

- For your own safety, I'm gonna ask you to step across the street. - You damn right it's a police matter!

For your own safety, I suggest you hide your butt in my shop till the police get here.

What the fuck?

Aw, shit.

- Listen, I'm a cop. I'm on a case. - What?

Somebody blew up Bonwit Teller's an hour ago. Did you hear about that on the news?

- Yeah. - The same asshole that did that said...

I gotta come to Harlem and do this or he's gonna blow up something else.

- Do you understand? - Shit, shit, shit.

- Listen, I got a gun. You should get across the street. - They got ten guns.

- You should get across the street! - Look, start acting crazy, all right?

- What? - Like Looney Tunes. You know, like Bellevue?

- Hey, Zeus, this a friend of yours? - He look like a friend of mine?

I think the dude just escaped from some hospital. You know, like Bellevue?

I am the voice of my own god.

And my god did...

I told the librarian that I had a bad headache, but she didn't believe me.

I really do have a bad headache, though. I have a very bad headache!

- And my head does not feel... - Oh, man, shut the fuck...

- Who in the fuck... - You've made a very bad mistake. - Kick his ass.

- Put it through his head. - Bust his head.

Cut this shit off! Fellas! Fellas!

Nature boy here hates niggers. Now, what are we gonna do about that?

- Fight him! - Yo, yo, yo, yo! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!

- Oh, shit! - Yeah!

Get him! Get him!

- Back! Back up! - Hey, what you trippin' on?

- Back the fuck up! Now! - Hey, you better quit that, boy!

Come on, man, get up. Get up! Get outta here!

Stop the c... Stop the goddam cab!

- Don't shoot! No, don't shoot me! Don't shoot! - Don't move that cab! Get up!

- Come on, get up! - Yo, you sayin' you gonna kill us?

I mean it! I don't want to, but I will! You know I will! Come on. Drive! Drive!

- Drive! Go! Go! Go! Drive, goddam it! - Oh! Get the fuck outta here!

Drive! Drive! Don't stop! Don't stop!

- Just keep driving! Run the red light! Drive! - Don't shoot me, man! That's all I got!

- That's all I got. - Man, put that fuckin' money away!

- Nobody's robbing you, asshole! - Don't kill me! - Nobody's gonna kill you!

- Shit! - Just run all the lights! Drive!

- Oh, man! Damn! - We got a bus.

- That cut deep? - How the hell would I know?

Just keep pressure on it.

Oh, fuck!

- Jesus, right? John McClane. I owe you one. - Damn right, you owe me!

- You got any idea what those guys are doin' to my shop right now? - Chill out, Jesus!

- We'll send a car for... - "Chill out"? What the fuck? Are you tryin' to relate to me?

- Talk like a white man! - Okay. Jesus, I'm sorry you got involved, all right?

Why do you keep calling me Jesus? I look Puerto Rican to you?

- Guy back there called you Jesus, didn't he? - He didn't say Jesus!

- He said, "Hey, Zeus." My name is 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 got a problem with that?

- No, I don't have a problem with that. - Shit!

- Downtown. Police Plaza. - Oh-ho! That's just great.

Get a record of all his collars, recent releases...

and a list of anybody else he might have looked at sideways.

It's probably as long as your arm, so I'm gonna need some help with it.

It's textbook megalomania. It's a pathological state...

in which fantasies of control or omnipotence predominate.

He wants control over him. He wants control over his actions, over his thoughts, even his emotions.

- Sounds like you got a secret admirer, John. - Yeah, maybe he'll send me some flowers.

- Everybody knows you like pansies. - It's not that kind of emotion.

- This guy is ugly. - How is that?

Nothin' wrong with him a shower wouldn't cure.

Beer is normally taken internally, John.

- Just get me some aspirins, will ya? - Yeah, okay. Hold this here.

This is Fred Schiller, John, and he's a...

- A shrink. Yeah, I got it. - Yes. I was saying that we're dealing...

with a megalomaniacal personality with possible paranoid schizophrenia.

Hey, hey, how about we just skip down to the part where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me, huh?

I don't know. I mean, what I do know is it does have specifically to do with you.