Original subtitles

Hey! Whoa! Yo! False alarm! Hold it!

It's O.K.! I'm here.

Here we are! It's all right.

Set it down nice and easy, huh?

Yeah, sure, at the impound.

Next time, read the sign.

Hey, you don't understand.

Look, I'm just here to meet my wife's plane.

You got to let me have this car.

Yeah, sure, tomorrow, 8:00 to 4:00.

You pay 40 bucks, we give it back.

Don't write it up. Don't write it up.

Come on, man. This is my mother-in-law's car.

She's already mad at me 'cause I'm not a dentist.

Look, I'm a cop-- L.A.P.D.

Oh, I was in L.A. once. Hated it.

Well, I can understand.

I don't like it much myself--Hey!

That's a plastic fender up there! Take it easy!

Cut me some slack, will you?

Look, I used to be a cop in New York City.

I only moved to L.A. because my wife took a job there.

Come on. What do you say?

Here we are--

Washington, D.C., the heart of democracy.

One hand washes the other.

Come on, man. It's Christmas.

So ask Santa Claus to give you another car.

Merry Christmas, pal.

It's all yours, Murray.

Son of a bitch.

Yeah, I know that, Larry.

Snow flurries along the northeastern seaboard...

Hi. Where are the telephones?

Right over there.

Thank you very much.

Thank you. Leonard Adkins is in a warmer clime

with a story that grows hotter by the minute.

Security was tight today at Escalan Airport

in the Republic of Valverde

where government authorities report

that deposed General Ramon Esperanza

will be delivered for immediate extradition

to the United States.

Only two years ago, General Esperanza

led his country's army

in a campaign against Communist insurgents,

a campaign fought with American money and advisers.

Esperanza's fall from power caused ripples

not only in his country's recent election,

but closer to home, as well,

when high-ranking Pentagon officials were charged

with supplying him with weapons despite the Congressional ban.

But mounting evidence that Esperanza's forces

violated the neutrality of neighboring countries

made Congress withhold funds,

funds which Esperanza is accused of replacing

by going into the lucrative business

of cocaine smuggling.

Although Esperanza was removed as Commander In Chief

earlier this year,

the agreement to extradite him was only reached yesterday,

and Washington insiders say

it was a phone call that made it happen,

a phone call from a--

All right, all right.

If I could find a phone,

I'd call you, whoever you are.

Bye.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Yeah, this is Lieutenant McClane.

Somebody there just beep me?

I'd like to think I'm somebody.

Honey, where are you?

Did you land yet?

It's the nineties, remember?

Microchips, microwaves, faxes, airphones.

Yeah, well, as far as I'm concerned,

progress peaked with frozen pizza.

Listen, um, we're going to be

about half an hour late landing, O.K.?

I just wanted to let you know.

The kids O.K.?

Yeah, well, they're about to lose their minds

from all the sugar your parents are giving them.

Did Mom give you a hard time

about borrowing her new car?

No. Not yet.

Listen, honey, when you land,

can we just, like, you know, rent a car,

check into a hotel,

leave the kids with your parents,

order some room service?

A bottle of champagne, what do you say?

You're on, Lieutenant.

I'll see you in about a half an hour, honey.

I love you. Bye.

Isn't technology wonderful?

My husband doesn't think so.

Well, I do.

I used to carry around those awful mace things.

Now...

I zap any bastard that screws with me.

I tried it on my little dog.

Poor thing limped for a week.

Heh.

Excuse me.

Well, you look really familiar to me.

I get that a lot. I've been on TV.

Yeah. Me, too.

Grab the tools, will you?

You got it.

This is Amy Nichole

reporting live from Escalan Airport

where deposed general Ramon Esperanza

has just arrived under heavy guard.

Strangely, the deposed dictator's mood seems jubilant.

He is smiling and waving to the crowd

like a man running for political office.

...thousands of political prisoners in the past decade,

including the new president,

and there's no doubt that he still has

some ardent supporters both here and abroad.

Rumors abound on Capitol Hill that there were other...

Yeah?

Sorry to bother you, sir.

We're checking our equipment.

Any problems with the conduit line?

Gee, I don't know anything about that.

Would you mind if we take a look?

Help yourself.

It just don't seem right somehow--

closing down this church.

The parish is going to keep on using it,

but it won't be the same.

Been here a lot of years,

and I've been right here with it.

Yeah, I kind of feel like

a piece of me is dying along with this church.

Well, you're right about that.

...cocaine smuggling,

racketeering, and bribing government officials.

He certainly doesn't show it,

but no matter how high his spirits,

they can't hide the fact

that America's war on drugs

has finally taken its first prisoner.

This is Buckwheat. The clubhouse is open.

Here at Dulles, the quiet men from the justice department

wait to handcuff the man who has come to symbolize

the enemy in America's fight against cocaine.

That battle may be almost won,

but the war is still in doubt.

Samantha Coleman, WNTW, for Night-Time News.

Roger that, Colonel. Out.

That was the colonel.

Everyone's in position.

How's the weather?

We got flurries all along the Virginia coast.

New storm front coming in from the northeast.

Heh heh.

God loves the infantry.

Amen.

Carry out your assignments.

15:51. Mark.

Check.

Later.

Adios.

Hey, it's cold out there, man!

I stomped my feet for five minutes.

Yeah, yeah.

Two cappuccinos. Make it fast.

Scotch straight up, please.

Excuse me, Officers.

This may sound like a wild-goose chase,

but I think I just saw--

Saw what?

Elvis. Elvis Presley.

Fuckin' tourists. Ought to be a law.

Excuse me. There's a large number of you

from the justice department here this evening.

Is there any particular reason for that?

Just routine.

Just routine?

Yes.

Any comment, sir?

Not now.

Thank you, sir. Thanks.

Hey, that's Colonel Stuart over there.

Got a little problem with personnel.

Last-minute replacement.

How's the security around this place?

Like we figured-- a joke.

Colonel Stuart, could we have a few words, please?

You can have two-- "fuck" and " you."

No pictures, you pinko bitch.

Old news.

Oh!

Damn it!

Excuse me.

Hey, man.

What is it?

You got a key for this door?

Yeah. Why?

Because I want you to open it up, that's why.

Is there a cop on duty around here?

The airport police.

Go get them.

Ha ha ha!

Hand me the wrench.

Going to work overtime.

Good idea.

O.K., hold that end.

Watch it, man.

All right. Perfect. Perfect.

Good to go.

Hey!

It's a restricted area.

What's the matter?

Couldn't wait for the skycap?

We work here.

Let's see some I.D.

Ha ha.

Sure. No problem.

Oh,jeez. Fuck!

Hiyah!

What is this-- a tag team?

Aah!

Aah!

- Aah! - Aah!

You say he came in here and flashed a badge?

Yeah. He said to bring you guys back here.

Uh! Ah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Oh!

Christ.

Fucker!

Freeze!

Nice guess, asshole. I'm a cop.

That was the bad guy.

Where's your I.D.?

On its way to Cleveland?

No, you did not explain anything.

All you did was shove me back here

into this cattle car.

Sir, you were told when you boarded

that we were overbooked.

Fine. Done. I accept that.

But why can't I get the first-class meal?

My network paid for it. Do you know who I am?

Yes. We've all seen your program.

Your episode "Flying Junkyards"

was a very objective look at air traffic safety.

It wasn't nearly as edifying

as " Bimbos OfThe Sky," was it, Connie?

You think you're funny.

You think you're funny.

Fine.

I've got your number.

And I've got yours.

So park it, sir.

Fine.

Stewardess.

Mr. Thornberg,

you cannot monopolize my time.

You cannot put me near that woman.

Excuse me?

He means he's filed a restraining order

against me.

I'm not allowed within 50 feet of him.

50 yards.

So by keeping me in this section,

you are violating a court order.

I can sue you and this airline.

That woman assaulted me,

and she humiliated me in public.

What did you do?

Knocked out two of his teeth.

Would you like some champagne?

Sorry, Officer McClane. I had to check.

Here's your piece and shield back.

Thanks.

Over here, Officer!

We understand that there was a shooting.

The presence ofJustice Department officials...

Jesus!

Hey, come on. Just a word, O.K.?

What the fuck are you people--

What are you doing here, man?

This is a crime scene.

You got to seal this area off.

That's up to the captain.

Maybe you better take me

up to the captain, then, huh?

Where's Cochrane?

He didn't make it.

You're late.

We ran into trouble, Colonel.

Some cop... killed Cochrane.

I barely got away, sir.

Did you accomplish your mission?

Yes, sir, but... Cochrane, sir.

Well, then the damage is minimal.

The penalty could be severe.

You fail me again,

and the chamber won't be empty.

Dismissed.

Miss. Miss. I can't find my dog.

Miss. My dog.

One minute, ma'am.

I want you to fill out this form.

Who is it? Come in.

Captain Lorenzo?

Yeah.

I'm John McClane--

Yeah, yeah. I know who you are.

You're the asshole that just broke seven FAA

and five District of Columbia regulations

running around my airport

with a gun, shooting at people.

What do you call that shit?

Self-defense.

Well, what, you think that L.A. badge

is going to get you

a free lunch or something around here?

Well...maybe a little professional courtesy.

Huh! In an airport on Christmas week?

You've got to be kidding.

O.K. Fuck courtesy.

How about just being professional?

Your boys just walked away from a crime scene, Captain.

You can't wrap this thing up in 10 minutes.

You got to seal the area off,

take pictures, dust for prints.

Hey, don't lecture me, hotshot.

I know what I'm doing.

We're going to dust it down.

We'll take all the pictures. We'll sweep for fibers.

When are you going to do this?

After 300 or 400 people go through?

You'd be lucky to get a print

from one of your own people.

Just shut down that area and--

Oh,just shut the area down.

It's that simple, huh? Just shut the area down?

Yeah, and I got everybody

from the Shriners' Convention

to goddamn Boy Scouts traipsing through here!

I got lost kids, lost dogs--

Not now! Later!

I got international diplomats.

I got a fuckin' reindeer flying in here

from the fuckin' petting zoo!

ButJohn McClane, he's got a little problem.

Hell, let's shut down the whole fuckin' airport!

What do you think they're going to say upstairs

when I tell them that?

Pick up the phone and find out.

I don't need fuckin' Forensics

to tell me all this was

was some punk stealing luggage!

Luggage? That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me.

You know what that is?

It's a porcelain gun made in Germany.

It doesn't show up on your airport X-ray machines

and costs more than you make in a month.

You'd be surprised what I make in a month.

If it's more than $1.98, I'd be very surprised.

Hey, McClane, don't start believing

your own press, huh?

Yeah, yeah, I know all about you

and that Nakatomi thing in L.A.,

but just because the TV thinks you're hot shit,

that don't make it so.

Look, you are in my little pond now,

and I am the big fish that runs it.

So you capped some lowlife.

Fine.

I'll send your fuckin' captain in L.A.

a fuckin' commendation!

In the meantime, get the hell out of my office

before I have you thrown out of my goddamn airport!

Hey, Carmine, let me ask you something.

What sets off the metal detectors first--

the lead in your ass or the shit in your brains?

Fat fuck.

Any I.D. on this guy?

That's somebody else's problem.

Your car's ready. Sign right here.

I need to borrow this and this.

I'll bring it right back.

Hey! Yo! Hold up!

Yo!

Hold up, boys. Hold up. Hold up.

We got to check something.

What are you doing?

Pretty gruesome fuckin'job.

All the confusion in there,

forgot to get this clown's prints.

Ew! Christ.

Hey, you're supposed to do that at the morgue.

Not anymore.

Got a new S.O.P. for DOAs from the FAA.

Ha ha! I don't think this one's going to make it, boys.

Thanks a lot.

Ahh.

Powell here.

Take that Twinkie out of your mouth

and grab a pencil, will ya?

Ha ha! Hey,John, how are you doing?

Holly stood me up a day,

and I'm here alone in D.C.

with my in-laws.

Eh, the old in-laws, huh?

They do love their policemen son-in-laws.

Listen, Al,

what is the fax machine telephone number

there at the station?

Uh...

555-3212.

3212. Hold on a second, all right?

I want to send you something.

Excuse me.

You and faxes? This is a first.

Yeah, well, Holly told me

I should wake up and smell the nineties.

This way?

No. That way.

Wait. It's upside down.

It doesn't matter.

O.K. Here it comes.

I'm sending you something right now.

Hold on a second, cowboy.

Fingerprints?

We've got an unidentified stiff here.

I've circled the whirls in pen

in case the transmission's a little fuzzy.

Listen, run it through state and federal,

and if you can, run it through Interpol.

Will do. Well, what's this about?

Oh,just a feeling I have.

Ouch. When you get those feelings,

insurance companies start to go bankrupt.

Listen, the, uh, fax number is...

Is on the top edge of the transmission...

Is on the top edge

of the transmission you just got.

Oh, an airport, huh?

Listen, you're not pissing in somebody's pool, are you?

Ha ha. Yeah.

And I'm fresh out of chlorine.

Just as this storm starts breaking,

the satellite will feed up and drop the other shoe.

Look at this new front moving in.

Makes its baby brother look like chicken shit.

Well, I can sand down all the runways

and keep the plows going between landings,

but you got to downshift them up there,

give me time to work.

You got it.

All right, everyone.

Let's call all our birds and slow them down

before we get a parking lot over our heads.

The line starts at the Mississippi,

and they better start taking numbers.

Can I get you another?

No, thank you.

I only have to look at his face

for another 15 or 20 minutes.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking.

I've just been informed by Dulles Traffic Control

that there's a weather front moving in ahead of us.

We may be up here a little while longer.

Thank you.

On second thought...

Al?

Hey, I'm right here, partner.

Your stiff's dossier is coming through right now.

What can you tell me about him?

He's dead.

You needed a computer to figure that one out?

No, no. You don't follow me.

According to the Department of Defense,

he's been dead for two years.

What?

That's right. Sergeant Oswald Cochrane.

American adviser in Honduras.

Killed in a helicopter accident 5-11-88.

Officer.

Read between the lines, and I'd say it looks

like a lot of black-bag stuff to me.

Yeah, I see it.

All right, Al. Thanks a lot.

Hey, anytime.

O.K.

Say, I close in about an hour.

Maybe we can go get a drink?

Just the fax, ma'am.

Just the fax.

Hey, wait a second. Wait. I see somebody.

I'll call you back.

The Ghost of Christmas Past.

Nakatomi? L.A.? You're John McClane, right?

Who are you?

Sam Coleman. WNTW news.

Excuse me.

Give me a break. I saw the stiff.

Word is that was your handiwork.

No. I only do needlepoint.

Great. National just shut down.

Totally iced.

They're going to be sending us their planes.

Happy, happy holiday.

The worst part, Mr. Trudeau,

was the press.

Oh, they were here anyways,

crawling all over the Esperanza story,

so they got it right on the fucking news.

You know, bloodstains and all.

Personally, I'd like to lock every damn reporter

out of the airport, but then they'd just pull

that freedom-of-speech crap on us.

Then the ACLU would be all over us.

Murder on television.

Hell of a start for Christmas weekend.

What is it? A gang thing like last time?

Only if your gangs get their training at Fort Bragg.

Who the hell is this?

Uh-uh, McClane.

I'm a police officer.

In an unauthorized area.

L.A., Mr. Trudeau, don't mean shit.

That's what I said about my last cholesterol test.

So what's your problem, Lieutenant McClane?

I'm sure Captain Lorenzo has explained to you

the minor little fracas with the minor little thieves.

Maybe he can explain this.

All systems tapped, Colonel.

Fire it up.

" H" minus five minutes.

Stand by.

All right. We've got a body in the morgue

that seems to have died twice.

Assuming it's not a computer error,

what do we assume?

That somebody's about to seriously fuck

with this airport.

What is that supposed to mean?

I mean, I know we're dummies up here, McClane,

so give us a taste of your genius.

This a hijacking? A robbery? What?

Look, I'm not sure.

Oh, he's not sure. Well, I'm stunned.

I got to lie down.

The only people that go to this much trouble

are professionals-- not luggage thieves and not punks.

Professional at what?

What the fuck do you think this is, huh,

the safety patrol here?

This is the resume of a professional mercenary.

You got the world's biggest drug dealer on his way here.

You need a slide rule to figure this out,

or maybe another body in a zipper bag

before you start asking questions?

You're the one that gave us that fucking body.

Remember that.

Yeah, I remember that.

Lorenzo, have all your shift commanders report in. Now.

What? You're not buying into this?

I want them to report anything out of the ordinary,

no matter how trivial. You got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Oh, my God!

What?

The runways.

What the hell?

They're shutting down.

Jesus Christ.

Go to emergency lighting now.

Emergency. We are in a code yellow.

Backup systems won't come up.

Shunt to another terminal.

Bobby, what do you got?

Nothing. The whole network is down.

Maybe we should call the power company, huh?

We're on the same goddamn grid. We're hot.

Dulles, what's going on? I'm on approach.

Maintain position. Repeat.

What's going on down there?

Roger. We're on it.

We're unable right now. Please delay.

Fuji 604. Execute published missed-approach procedure

and hold.

TWA 23, unable to clear you for approach at this time.

Climb to and maintain one zero thousand.

I've checked all systems. It ain't happening.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

What's it look like?

Approach control-- it's gone.

Jesus. Instrument landing system is down.

Confirmed. I LS is dead.

Every goddamn system's dead.

And Inmac monitors are down.

Attention all controllers. Attention.

We have a code-red alert.

Every aircraft approaching our sector

who are not already in our landing pattern

gets diverted to their alternate airport now.

Everyone already on approach or inside our pattern

holds at the outer markers.

Stack 'em, pack 'em, and rack 'em.

Move.

Get someone on it!

All right. Not a word of this leaves this room.

There must be 15,000 people in this airport,

and we don't need panic on our hands.

We just bought ourselves maybe two hours.

After that, those planes low on fuel

aren't going to be circling.

They're going to be dropping on the White House lawn.

McClane, this what you expected?

No.

This is just the beginning.

FAA hot line.

How could they know already?

They can't.

Maybe it's the boys that pulled all your plugs.

Put it on speaker.

Attention, Dulles Tower. Attention.

They say that blind men become very attentive

by way of compensation.

Now that you're both blind and deaf,

I think I've got your attention.

I'm aware your recorders are active,

so I'll be quick.

You can play me back later to your heart's content.

How did you get on this line? Who is this?

Who I am is unimportant.

What I want...

Well, if you don't want those planes

to start splashing into the Potomac

as they run out of fuel,

what I want is very important.

Aplane will be landing at this airport

in 58 minutes.

It is FM-1, Foreign Military One.

Now, I'm sure you gentlemen are well aware

of the unique nature...

Esperanza?

of this flight,

the importance of its cargo.

This plane will not be met by anyone.

It will land on a runway of my designation,

where it will remain isolated and unapproached.

That will conclude my interest in this aircraft

and your responsibility for it.

At the same time, I want a 7 47 cargo conversion

fully fueled and placed at my disposal.

You have two more minutes to advise your inbound aircraft

to hold at their outer radio marker.

After that,you will be able to receive only.

Any attempt to restore your systems

will be met by severe penalties.

He's bluffing.

Damn it, you can't do this.

I am doing this.

O.K., you guys, listen up.

I need you to punch up a code 15.

I got an idea, and I need your help.

If Esperanza gets on that plane

and makes it to a country with no extradition treaties,

we're fucked.

They're talking to us on our own system.

They got to be close.

I'll have my men tear this airport apart.

Just in the nick of time, huh?

Hey, McClane, I got a first-class unit here,

S.W.A.T. team and all.

We don't need any Monday-morning quarterbacks.

My wife's on one of the goddamn planes

these guys are fucking with.

That puts me on the playing field.

If you'd have moved your fat ass when I told you to,

we wouldn't be hip deep in shit right now.

That's it. Security. You're out of here.

Mr. Trudeau, do I have to remind you

about FAA regulations

regarding unauthorized personnel

in the control tower?

All we have to do is find a way to transmit.

Yeah, right. Somebody want to run down to Radio Shack

and get a transmitter?

We already have one.

The new terminal wing they're building--

20 airlines when it's done,

all with their own reservation computers,

all tied in to a nice big antenna arrangement.

You'd better see Mr. McClane out.

You got no business being up here.

I'm telling you guys. Everything we need

is over by the Annex Skywalk

just sitting there, waiting to go on line.

The Annex Skywalk?

Goddamn it, Trudeau.

You're dealing with pros here.

You can't fuck with these people.

Sam Coleman. WNTW news.

Mr. Trudeau, there are a lot of rumors

flying around here today.

No way. No way, lady.

Hell, no. No.

This is off limits, Coleman.

Get them out of here.

Anything you can think of, they'll think of, too!

Get your fucking hands off me.

For shit's sake. Just get them both out of here.

Lobby Security, come in.

Tomalson here.

This is Captain Lorenzo here

with two unauthorized personnel in the fucking tower.

Now, would you get your thumb out of your ass,

get them out of the elevator,

or you're going to find a goddamn pink slip

in your Christmas stocking.

10-4. Let's go.

Goddamn!

Anything who can think of?

Can't fuck with what guy?

Shit. Hang on over there.

Just hang on.

Big drug dealer on his way to prison,

gunfight at airport,

every controller in the coffee shop

getting beeped and hauling ass,

and you rocking the boat.

Connection? Come on, McClane.

Just a few words.

O.K.,just a few words. Fuck off.

Thanks, but I already got that from Colonel Stuart.

Stuart. The guy that got canned by Congress.

That's who he was.

Huh? Who he who? What? Hey!

Shh! It's O.K. I've done this before.

Hi.

Where's the other one?

Claustrophobic, I guess.

It's a VHF system, but the planes are so close

it doesn't matter.

I can rig our frequency in 30 minutes,

wire in a crossover, and we're hot.

Even the planes wouldn't know the difference.

Get what you need. Borrow. Steal. Kill.

I want my S.W.A.T. team to go with him as cover.

Whatever we can think of, they can think of, too.

Oh, man. I can't fucking believe this.

Another basement. Another elevator.

How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?

What the fuck?

# You're sure to fall in love with old #

# Cape #

# Cod #

# Old Cape Cod #

# That old Cape Cod #

# If you like the taste #

# Of a lobster stew #

# Served by a window with an ocean view #

# You're sure #

# You're sure to fall in love with old #

# Cape Cod ##

Who are you?

Who are you?

I'm Marvin.

Marvin. I'm Marvin.

I thought you was trying

to steal my records, that's all.

I'm just the janitor.

This is Dulles Approach to all aircraft

holding at Potomac Vortex.

We are experiencing some technical problems here.

Weather conditions, which have been deteriorating all day,

have now been complicated by an unforeseen human factor.

This has affected all of our electronic equipment

and their redundant backups, as well.

As a result, our Nav and approach systems are down,

and we expect to lose voice in another minute.

We want you to continue

holding at the outer marker as directed

and wait for further instructions.

As soon as we're back on line,

we'll expedite your landings on a fuel-emergency basis.

Good luck.

God bless.

All right. Change the boards.

Hey, stand back.

The Skywalk Annex.

No, Goddamn it. The Annex Skywalk.

It's the last thing I heard

before they kicked me out.

Well, let me see here, now.

Well, this must be it right there.

See? That's the raised platform,

and there's the new terminal.

There's your Skywalk.

Goddamn bottleneck.

Nice place for an ambush.

What's the fastest way

you can get me out to that spot?

This kind of thing wasn't in my job description.

Don't worry, Mr. Barnes. We'll watch your back.

Yeah? Who watches yours?

Main ventilation duct.

Main ventilation duct.

And bingo.

Just once,

I'd like a regular, normal Christmas...

Eggnog, a fucking Christmas tree,

a little turkey...

But, no, I got to crawl around

in this motherfucking tin can.

We're in the Annex Skywalk. I can see the array.

I'll give you a call for a protocol test

as soon as it's hot.

That's all for now.

Sergeant, we need some more equipment.

I'd like to send one of your guys back for it.

Right, sir. You got it.

What the hell's going on?

Hey! Put that back on!

Hey, asshole, what do I look like to you?

A sitting duck.

Take him!

Shit!

Damn it. I hate it when I'm right.

Look out! Get down!

Aah!

Aah!

Stay down!

Fuck!

Come on.

Fucking son of a bitch.

Aah!

Shit.

Ah. Oh.

I'm going to kick your fucking ass.

Jeez.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah. But the antenna array--

I got to get to it and set it up.

Get down!

Goddamn.

Bait.

Jerk us off,

make Lorenzo sacrifice his best men.

Make you waste your time...

time we don't have.

I think you're closer than 50 yards.

So's that airplane. Practically.

Yeah. There's quite a few of them out there.

It looks like a regular traffic jam.

There's nothing regular about it.

See? You're intrigued.

That's my gift, Mrs. McClane.

I notice things--

things other people wouldn't see.

That's how I make people curious.

Don't you mean nauseous?

Look. The people have a right to know

everything about everybody.

You got in the way of that.

Listen, buster, you endangered my children,

and you didn't do it

for anything as noble as the people.

The only time you even see the people

is when you look down

to see what it is you're stepping on.

Me? Yeah, I'll live,

but Lorenzo's S.W.A.T. team is dead,

and the antenna array is gone.

Didn't you see it?

It's hard looking for a new miracle.

Just hold for a minute.

I'll be right back.

Just hold for a second.

Something's going on here.

Yeah.Just hold on for a minute.

I say again, Annex Team, give us a sit rep.

Annex Team, come in. Do you copy?

It's got some kind of scrambler on it.

Can you do anything with it?

No. This scramble mode

must activate on this code panel.

Even if we scan their frequency,

we can't listen in.

These guys are pros.

So are you. Break the code.

I want to hear

what these bastards are saying to each other.

This is a 10-digit control panel.

Six-digit read-out.

Hell, there could be a million combinations.

Next time you kill one of these guys,

get him to enter the code first.

Yeah.

Sir, we just monitored a call

from their chief engineer.

Our people took out their S.W.A.T. team completely.

You were right. They went for the antenna array.

We're right on schedule.

Losing our own team wasn't part of the plan.

Attention, Dulles Tower.

Attention, Dulles Control Tower.

Mr. Trudeau, I know you're listening.

Unfortunately, you're not obeying.

Try me face to face, and we'll see.

You were warned not to try to restore your systems.

You've wasted lives and precious time

on a futile and obvious target.

Now you're going to pay the penalty.

I've got five dead officers down here, Colonel Stuart.

Isn't that penalty enough?

McClane, you keep out of this.

You've been nothing but a pain--

Oh, McClane. John McClane.

The policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi hostages.

I read about you in People magazine.

You seemed out of your league on Nightline, I thought.

Hey, Colonel, blow me.

How much drug money

is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?

Cardinal Richelieu said it best.

Treason is merely a matter of dates.

This country's got to learn

that it can't keep cutting the legs off

of men like General Esperanza,

men who have the guts to stand up

against Communist aggression.

And lesson one starts with killing policemen?

What's lesson two-- the neutron bomb?

No. I think we can find something in between.

Watch this.

Give me a flight number,

one that's low on fuel.

Windsor 114. Transatlantic from London.

Fuel tank's dry as a martini.

Activate the I LS landing system,

but recalibrate sea level

minus 200 feet.

Oh,Jesus!

They've reset ground level minus 200 feet.

Windsor flight 114.

This is Dulles Approach.

Do you copy?

Dulles Approach, this is Windsor 114.

Where the devil have you been?

Windsor 114. Dulles Approach.

We've been right here all along, old buddy.

Our systems only came back on line just this very second.

Windsor 114, you are cleared for ILS approach,

runway two-niner.

Contact Dulles Tower frequency at the outer marker.

Jesus Christ,

he's going to crash the fucking plane!

Roger, Approach, and about time.

I've got 230 people up here flying on petrol fumes.

Roger, 114. Understand.

Calibrate Dulles altimeter...

Oh,Jesus.

They'll fly right into the concrete.

Son of a bitch!

Why are they listening to him?

It's our frequency! Why shouldn't they?

Dulles, this is Windsor 114.

Barnes!

This is Dulles Tower. We have radar contact...

Give me your coat!

Windsor 114, stand by...

What are you going to do?

Whatever I can.

Ladies and gentlemen,

as you've probably noticed, we've started our descent.

We're sorry for the inconvenience,

but we'll all be on the ground in a few minutes. Thank you.

Please keep your seat belts on.

Oh, not to worry.

We've made arrangements for your next flight,

so you won't miss it, O.K.?

In your seat, please.

Come on, in your seat.

Oh, hey.

We're just like British Rail, love.

We may be late, but we get you there.

Don't worry.

Good luck, McClane!

Dulles, this is Windsor 114,

inside the outer marker.

Roger, 114. This is Dulles Tower.

We have radar contact and show you on I LS.

You're in the glide path, and you're looking good.

There's somebody out there!

It's McClane.

Christ.

Approach flaps.

Approach flaps.

Approach speed 140.

Approach speed 140.

130.

Altitude 1,000 feet.

800, guys! You're only at 800 feet!

Fire and Rescue, this is Cummings.

Roll everything out to runway two-niner!

Ref speed plus 20.

600 feet.

Looking good, Windsor.

Now, watch it.

30-knot crosswinds, and the runway is icy.

Atta boy. We've got you.

We've got you.

Pull it up!

Jesus!

Aah! We're going to die!

We've got you.

No...

God.

Motherfucker.

Motherfucker.

Oh,Jesus.

That concludes our object lesson

for this evening.

If the 7 47 we requested is ready on time

and General Esperanza's plane arrives unmolested,

further lessons can be avoided.

Out.

We got no sign of survivors down here.

It's a goddamn nightmare.

Hey, Nelson! Come here.

Barnes!

We've got to warn those planes

there's a lunatic down here.

Get up to the cabin. Get me on the air.

How?

You figure it out!

Here's the manifest.

McClane, I know how you must feel.

I wanted to help those people.

I was pretty goddamn useless.

We called the government for help.

They're going to send in a special Army unit,

a counterterrorist team.

Your wife's plane?

Well, they're still broadcasting

even though we can't answer them.

They're going to run out of fuel in 90 minutes.

Listen, Dick.

That is your name?

Dick.

If you're going to continue to get this close,

do you think you might consider

switching after-shaves?

Anything else?

Stronger mouthwash might be nice.

And here's Sam Coleman

reporting live from the site of the accident.

Well, Colonel,

they've done everything we've anticipated...

so far.

But still there has been no official word.

Meanwhile, despite the fact

only one runway has been closed due to the tragedy,

several dozen airliners are visible from where I stand,

endlessly circling the field.

Other reports say that there was trouble in the tower

before the crash

and that that may have even contributed to it.

One thing is certain.

With weather conditions worsening,

the problem here and in the sky above us

will continue to grow.

I'm Samantha Coleman at Dulles International Airport.

Victor. Victor.

Victor.

Yeah, what's up?

Did you pack the radio mikes from the shoot,

or did you put them in your carry-on?

Are you crazy?

I wouldn't let those assholes check them in.

I love you.

Give me one of the receivers.

Can you tune in to the cockpit frequency?

Yeah. Why?

I want to hear what's going on.

Should be right here on our band.

Nothing.

You just told me it would work.

Is it working or not working?

It is working, but it's--

All I'm getting

is some kind of airport beacon.

It's weird.

It's like the tower isn't there.

Stay on it.

Let me know when there is something there.

O.K.

Major Grant. We're Blue Light.

Rollins, Department ofJustice.

Trudeau, Chief of Air Operations.

Lorenzo, Terminal Police.

You want something, you got it.

This is it?

One fucking platoon?

One Crisis-1 Platoon. Who are you?

John McClane.

McClane, you showed some balls out there, man.

Yeah.

Now show some good sense.

Let the pros handle this.

Yeah, well, it looks like

the pros are on the wrong team tonight.

Isn't Colonel Stuart one of your men?

No, not anymore, he's not.

Now we're here

to take Colonel Stuart down.

And we will take him down.

You see, I served with him.

I taught him everything he knows.

Well, maybe he's learned

a few more things since then.

Let's hustle!

The command post will be set up

in the airport police station.

I want to be tied in to the tower

in 15 minutes.

All right, let's do it!

Hey, Trudeau.

Did things just get better or worse?

Lights-- big, portable lights.

We set up the field, and then we--

We wait for those lunatics to shoot them out.

And where do we get those big, portable lights--

Borrow them from Batman?

What about the airphone idea?

There's 18 planes up there.

Only five of them have those phones.

We got through to three of them.

We're still trying on the others.

That leaves 13 accidents waiting to happen.

Are they still bucking head winds?

I just checked the weather.

Head winds are slamming everybody

over the outer marker.

The planes with enough fuel

have already been shunted to Atlanta,

Memphis, and Nashville.

Outer marker.

Damn!

The outer marker!

It's a beacon, right?

It sends out this "beep beep beep"

so they know they're over it, right?

So?

So who says that radio signal

has to just beep?

Right. We switch the frequency

from the tower over to the one in the beacon.

We pump up the wattage.

And we can talk to our planes,

and those bastards who did this

will never know!

Traced the signal.

Found it in the luggage area.

They've been tapped in

to your tower chatter all night.

Punks stealing luggage, huh, Carmine?

How you doing, Telford?

No good.

I called Lang.

They're rigging a portable decoder.

It'll be here in two hours.

My wife doesn't have two hours.

I was only transferred to Grant's team yesterday.

The regular guy got appendicitis.

Word is, nobody's better at this than Major Grant.

Attention!

Except maybe Colonel Stuart.

I want to hear about

the plane those bastards asked for.

Then I'll fill you in on my orders.

Pilots' briefing room. Now.

Keep working.

Albertson. With me.

No civilians.

What the fuck?

What is it?

The outer marker beeper.

It isn't beeping. It's talking.

Attention all aircraft in Dulles landing pattern.

This is Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes.

I have been authorized to brief you in full.

At this time, this is the only channel available to us.

Here is the situation.

Approximately two hours ago...

Wait until you get a load of this.

Do not accept any instructions claiming to be from our tower

unless you hear your own flight recoder access code.

The terrorists have got all...

Holy shit!

our systems and now...

Get this on tape!

have control of everything except this channel.

Give us a second here, please.

This channel is secure. Your own transmissions are not.

Do not, repeat, do not attempt

to reply on your own frequencies

to this broadcast.

These people have already caused one crash

by impersonating our tower.

Jesus.

Repeat. The terrorists have cut off

the two systems that can allow you to land--

field lights for a visual landing

and the ILS for an instrument.

A special U.S. Army unit is already here

and preparing to take out the terrorists.

My God.

Don't accept any instructions...

Yo, Marvin.

Hey, you interested in a nice coat?

No. It never looked good on me anyway.

Listen, you've got to get me

up to the pilots' briefing room.

I've got to hear what they're saying.

Which one of these maps gets me in there?

Don't touch it! Don't touch it!

Find the map, Marvin.

I'll find it.

You'll mess up my whole damn filing system here.

Let's see. Pilots' Briefing Room.

I think that's in the main terminal,

so would that be under "P" for Pilots' Briefing Room?

Or maybe it would be

under " M" for Miscellaneous.

Oh, shit!

Request permission to reduce sentry duty

to 30-minute rotation.

My men are getting cold and antsy. Over.

This is Colonel Stuart.

Have the men not on watch assemble for a briefing.

Roger, Colonel.

What's the matter?

Oh...

Gentlemen...

Tonight, the pattern ends.

The dominoes will fall no more,

and the ramparts will remain upright.

Sir, General Esperanza's plane

just came on the scope.

Attention, Dulles Tower.

We will be lighting up a runway.

Do not, repeat, do not attempt to land any planes.

Remember, we're monitoring you.

What do we do?

Obey.

Dulles Tower to Fox Trot Michael One.

Dulles Tower to Fox Trot Michael One.

This is Fox Trot Michael One, Dulles.

We read you. Over.

Fox Trot Michael One, you are to come in

on runway 1-5, repeat, 1-5.

I found it on the floor, by the coat,

next to the luggage belt.

What the hell you so excited about that for?

The code's still punched into this one.

You like it, huh?

How about giving me 20 bucks for it?

How about I let you live?

Man knows how to bargain.

This is contrary to our instructions.

We are to land at runway 1-0,

where we are to be met

by representatives of your justice de--

Captain, please tell the tower

you will proceed as ordered.

Roger, Dulles.

Proceeding to runway 1-5.

Foxtrot Michael One. Come in, please.

What are you going to do now?

Are you going to shoot me?

So who will fly the plane?

Don't worry about it.

It's not your problem.

Michael One. Do you copy?

Foxtrot Michael One. Come in, please.

Eagle Nest.

This is Falcon. Mayday.

Eagle Nest. This is Falcon. Mayday!

Go ahead, Falcon.

I've lost cabin pressure. Near zero visibility.

I must drop out of this weather and land now,

on the first accessible runway.

Repeat.

I've lost cabin pressure. Near zero visibility.

I must drop out of the storm.

I can land, but I must land now,

on the first outgoing runway.

Repeat. I cannot circle around

to runway 1-5.

I'll make you a deal, Marvin.

You show me a shortcut out to those runways,

and I'll get you a liner for that coat.

Repeat. I cannot circle around to runway 1-5.

Shit.

Stand by, Falcon.

Here, sir.

He's coming in from the ocean.

A bullet has damaged my instruments.

I'm not sure of my bearings,

and I must make a visual landing immediately.

Do you copy, Eagle Nest?

Roger, Falcon.

That would be 2-5 right.

Repeat. 2-5 right.

Make up your fucking mind!

Oh, we are just up to our ass in terrorists again,John.

Affirmative. 2-5 right. Over.

2-5 right.

I've got to quit smoking cigarettes.

Thank you for telling me, Eagle Nest.

But if you could show it to me as well,

I would be grateful.

I see the lights.

They are directly in front of me.

Gracias, compadre.

Reducing air speed. Approaching runway.

Wish me luck.

Roger, Falcon.

We copy. We'll have you in five minutes.

That's right, asshole.

We'll have you in five minutes.

I see your lights.

ETA 90 seconds.

Come to papa, scumbag.

Uhh!

Oh, shit!

Unh! Oh.

No!

Freedom.

Not yet.

You're supposed to stay in your seat

until the plane reaches the terminal.

No frequent-flier mileage for you.

Who are you?

A cop.

A cop?

Yeah, one of the good guys.

You're one of the bad guys,

and now that I got your sorry ass,

I'm going to trade it for my wife.

Sit down!

Go in!

Where did he go?

In there.

I don't believe this.

Two months of planning,

and you can't anticipate one pendejo of a cop.

Come on, General.

Where the hell is Colonel Stuart?

General!

Ah! I'm all right.

He said he was a policeman.

I thought you had this place secured.

He went in the cockpit.

He's going to hell!

McClane!

I assume it's you, McClane.

You're quite a little soldier.

You can consider this a military funeral!

Aah!

How many grenades we got?

Three each!

Use them!

Oh, my--

Go!

Aah!

Oh, shit!

You lucky fuck.

Fire trucks, sir.

Fall back to the church. Now!

Where's the fucking door?

They're getting a little nervous back there.

In fact, so am I.

We're right over Washington.

See if you can get any TV.

That will settle them down.

Works for me. I'll--

Writing your acceptance speech

for the Video Sleaze Awards?

Try Pulitzer.

Ladies and gentlemen,

while waiting to land, our cabin attendants

are turning on local Washington broadcasting.

The sound is on channel three.

O.K.

O.K., O.K.

Please, sir, we may land at any moment.

If you'll take your seat--

I'm going to be sick.

Excuse me. I'm going to be sick.

Sir, the seat belt light is on.

Moron.

WZDC.

Yes, this is Richard Thornberg.

Put me through to Ruben in the newsroom.

Uh, he's about to go live.

I know he's about to go on.

That's why I need him.

You'll have to hold on--

Put me through, Celia,

or start typing your resume.

Esperanza's down--

Esperanza's down--

But he's hurt.

He took a round in his shoulder.

Plus I got one more of their guys.

That's six they lost altogether.

Maybe if we knew how many they had to start with,

we could get excited,

but if they got 50 guys,

it's a little early to break out the champagne!

Now, we appreciate your effort, McClane,

but we don't need a loose cannon on this deck!

What if they decide to crash another plane

in retaliation for your little stunt?

They can't do that anymore, right, Barnes?

Besides, if I grabbed Esperanza,

this would all be over by now.

Well, maybe they're just a little bit more creative

than you think!

Well, at least I'm thinking, goddamn it!

Listen, you wise-ass,

we're here to jerk off that cocksucker

until he tries to take off.

Period!

Now, you're the wrong guy

in the wrong place at the wrong time!

The story of my life.

Major,

Pentagon situation room, sir!

Pentagon.

I'll take it in here.

Thank you, Telford.

You men come with me.

McClane.

Yeah, Barnes.

You said those guys

showed up out there right away?

Yeah.

That means they're on the field or close,

and I think I know where.

Come here. Let me show you something.

These are the old plans

when the longer runways went in.

That's 12 years ago.

Looks like they've done some modifications on site--

moved Tra Con phones, I LS,

all the underground stuff

so they could handle drainage.

If I'm right,

all of it would run right along the airport property

and go right past this neighborhood.

We should have been on the ground two hours ago!

I understand, but if you just relax...

It's hopeless.

Somebody ought to get their ass kicked for this mess,

that's for sure.

Well, unfortunately,

there really isn't anyone we can blame for the weather.

Oh, yeah? What about that porker Willard Scott?

I should have taken the bus.

At least they can pull over for food and gas.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I was just wondering.

This flight originally

was supposed to be 51/2 hours, right?

Mm-hmm.

Do we have enough fuel

to keep circling like this?

Oh, of course.

They anticipate little problems like this.

Barnes, we looked at 12 fucking houses,

and we're nowhere.

This is our last possibility.

Over here there's an old church.

Let's go.

Wait.

There's the church over there.

Could be a sentry.

And he could just be out for a walk.

Then why is he going over his own footsteps?

Come on.

All right.

Just stay here and get ready to call the marines.

I thought they were the army.

Who gives a fuck? Just be ready.

Oh, shit.

Not now.

Aah!

Lorenzo, it's Barnes.

Barnes, where the hell did you go?

Where's McClane?

He's with me.

We're at the Hidey Lake Community Church

on the west side of the airport.

You're where? Goddamn it!

You crazy idiot, why didn't--

This must be their base of operations.

Shut up and get your ass over here!

Move it!

Code red! Sit rep.

We got positive I.D. on Stuart's location.

Let's move.

Yo!

Our escape plane will be ready

within 30 minutes, General.

If there are no more surprises.

Gentlemen, we have a situation here.

Aah!

Oh!

Over here.

Jeez, McClane, you all right? You want a medic?

What the hell you think you're doing out there,

playing John Wayne?

How would you like to spend the night in a cell?

Lorenzo, shut the fuck up and do something useful.

Go seal off the street.

Hey, you can't talk to me like that.

Oh, no, Carmine?

Sergeant, get this bureaucrat

out of Mr. McClane's face now.

With pleasure, sir.

Major...

the men are in position, sir.

Close up the back. Then we go in.

Fire only on my order.

Roger that, sir.

Guess I was wrong about you.

You're not such an asshole after all.

No, you were right.

I'm just your kind of asshole.

Garber, sit rep!

Army Special Forces on three sides,

closing in fast around the back!

Another problem, Colonel?

No problem, General.

Gentlemen, you know what to do.

Down!

Get down! Get down!

General...it's time.

Come on, let's move it!

They're pulling out out the back!

Move it!

Albertson, take your men around the back.

Aah!

Aah!

This equipment, it could land our planes.

There were trip wires outside. They could have booby-trapped--

They did.

Got one here, too.

Looks like C-4. The motherfucker is armed.

Clear the area! Everybody, now!

They booby-trapped all the equipment.

Seal off the building!

Shit!

Post sentries. No civilians allowed.

Hey, where the fuck is McClane?

Miller, take him!

I'll cover you!

Aah!

So much for the element of chance.

Let's move out.

Ohh...

I had the bastard in my sights.

I know I did.

Oh,Jesus Christ.

Attention, Tower. Attention, Dulles Tower.

This is Colonel Stuart. Is our plane prepared?

It is. It's in hangar 11.

It's the most remote building we've got.

We're on our way.

Have a ground crew there to confirm the condition

of the plane.

Do you believe the balls on this son of a bitch?

Colonel, you're quite capable of confirming it yourself.

Now, please, don't ask us

to gift-wrap potential hostages for you.

Major Grant, isn't it?

If you remember me, Colonel,

then you remember I know the drill as well as you do.

Check out your own fucking plane.

We move out in five minutes.

Flak jackets for everybody.

Body armor for the assault team.

Night scopes for the snipers.

We will take them in the hangar,

and I will pull that detonator

out of Stuart's dead fucking hand myself.

Take all your men back to the airport.

Seal off every exit

in case they try to slip past us

to break out onto the ground.

You got it.

All right, here we go.

Dick, this is nuts.

Every station in town has people out at the airport,

and none of them has heard even a whisper

of this shit you're running now!

Well, none of them is me.

You want proof, try this.

Repeat. Terrorists have murdered civilians

and cut off the two systems that can allow you to land.

A special U.S. Army unit is already here

and preparing to take out the terrorists.

Jesus Christ.

I want you to go live now.

Get me in from the files-- a publicity shot.

Connie's got one. The maps--get one from weather.

We're on it. We're cutting in five minutes!

Tell the affiliates if they want in,

they got three minutes to shout.

Let's do this.

Network, here I come.

Hey, Telford,

what was your chicken shit outfit doing

while we were taking Grenada?

- Ha ha ha! - Ha ha ha!

Grenada-- five minutes of fire fight,

five weeks of surfing.

I wish I was with you guys for that.

Yeah. Me, too, kid.

Really, sir?

Sure.

Then we wouldn't have to do this.

Eagle Nest, this is Hatchling.

On schedule... and in position.

Roger, Hatchling. We are secure here.

You have a green light.

I repeat, a green light.

Oh!

Jesus, Officer, where did you come from,

Pearl Harbor?

Uh!

All right, let's clear it out, please.

Stand by.

5, 4, 3...

This is a special bulletin from WZDC News.

There was a plane crash earlier this evening at Dulles,

where other aircraft continue to circle,

with no explanation from airport or FAA officials.

And now, with an exclusive WZDC report,

here's Dick Thornberg reporting from the skies over Washington.

I'm one of the thousand people

who has been circling our nation's capital

under the assumption that whatever problem

was going on far below was a normal one,

but the truth is far from normal.

The truth is terrifying.

Look out! Lady, look out!

Look out! Look out!

Look out! Look out! Get out of the way!

Ho!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way, lady!

Go, go, go! Hey, hey, look out!

This is a recording of a conversation

between Dulles Tower and a captive aircraft overhead.

Get out of the way!

Lorenzo!

McClane, are you out of your fucking mind?

The Blue Light team-- where are they?

Stuart's got explosives in the church rigged with a remote.

Where's Grant?

They're going to kill that son of a bitch

and get it from them!

They're not going to do that!

They're going to get on the same plane with him

and take off with him!

Get the fuck out of here!

When the army canned Stuart,

he loaded that unit with his own men!

Are you nuts? That fire fight--

Sideshow to buy them some time.

McClane, you are completely around the fucking bend.

You're under arrest, you motherfucker.

Here! These are the bullets

they used out there tonight!

Blanks!

Jesus Christ.

This is Chief Lorenzo.

I want every officer recalled

and assembled in body armor and full weaponry

in the motor pool in five minutes.

It's time to kick ass.

Just like IwoJima!

This reporter has learned that the terrorists

have virtual control of the entire airport,

a fact that the authorities have repressed.

The terrorists promise more bloodshed

unless their demands are met,

and now that the Special Army commandos

have arrived at the airport,

the likelihood of a full-scale, deadly battle

is dangerously close.

That stupid, arrogant son of a bitch.

It's all over the airport.

300 people have died...

When are we going to land?

...and unfortunately they may not be the last.

The horrifying fact is that no one is safe,

either in the planes above Dulles

or in the terminal below.

The threat of a new and higher body count at the airport

hangs over the heads of everyone,

and the holiday season of peace and love

has become a nightmare.

All right, listen up!

All units, I want you to converge on hangar 11,

all sides!

This car, McClane! Get in!

When the City Blue show up with their backup,

they'll pick up the pieces!

Now, move out!

McClane, say hi to my brother Vito.

Merry Christmas.

Hi.

Goddamn it to hell!

Move that piece of shit!

Will you move that goddamn piece of shit

out of here?

Vito, get the fuck out of the car

and get your ass in gear and help me.

Will you get--

Move that car right now!

Right there. Right there. Get that.

Hey, Coleman!

Sam! Sam Coleman!

Hey, Coleman!

Hi!

Coleman!

But at least the truth is not among the hostages

because I, Richard Thornberg, just happened to be here

to put his life and talent

on the line for humanity and country,

and if this should be my final broadcast--

Amen to that...Dick.

Dick? We're live, Dick.

Where are you now?

Dick?

Truck lights approaching, sir.

They're here, right on schedule.

The hangar door, open it.

Clockwork.

Jeez, you give me this story,

Jeez, you give me this story,

and I'll have your baby.

Not the kind of ride I'm looking for.

Colonel, if I may say so, you are some piece of work.

Thank you, Major.

You're not so bad yourself.

Congratulations on your escape, sir.

Thank you, Major.

Maybe you should save them

until we are all safe, hmm?

Sir.

My congratulations, gentlemen.

You've won a victory for our way of life,

my pride, my admiration, and a kick-ass vacation.

Now, get on board.

What's the matter, cowboy, ride too rough?

I don't like to fly.

Then what are you doing here?

I don't like to lose, either.

O.K. Whoo! Here we go!

I don't know about you guys,

but I've seen enough fucking snow

to last me a lifetime.

You don't get much of that in the tropics, Major.

For you, gentlemen, we'll import it.

Shit! They left the hangar!

Right there.

Right there. Get that.

All right, now what?

Get in front of them! Take it down!

Block their path so they can't get out of there!

I'm not playing chicken with a 200-ton plane!

I'm crazy, man, but I ain't that crazy.

Forget it.

Dulles, this is Northeast 140.

Request clearance on first available runway.

That's Holly's plane.

Repeat. Request emergency clearance.

I know you're not going to answer me,

but you damn well better listen!

We're down to fumes, and we have to land,

and in five minutes we're coming in

one way or another.

That's my wife's plane!

Take it fucking down!

I'm not getting in front of that plane!

All right, how about getting over top of it?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain.

Your attention.

We have no choice

but to attempt an emergency landing.

Please fasten your seat belts and assume crash positions

as instructed by your cabin attendants.

Let's have the emergency check list.

Attention all air traffic in Dulles area.

This is Northeast 140.

We're going to attempt an emergency landing.

Be advised.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

Just buckle your seat belt.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Lean forward.

God!

Oh!

Oh, God.

O God,

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.

Just hang on!

What are you doing?

You wanted a story, didn't you?

Nice and easy, boys.

Get me in low!

You got it!

Bring me down!

You'll get yourself killed!

Come back inside!

Bring it in low! Keep over the wing!

Lower!

Aah!

John, what the fuck are you doing

out on the wing of this plane?

Damn!

Mierda.

There's something wrong.

The ailerons.

We can't take off.

Hijo de puta.

It's McClane again.

Son of a bitch!

I'll do him.

This time do it right.

You just get us in the air, General.

You're the only man who can do it.

Don't shoot. That wing is fully fueled.

Ya!

Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you!

Whoa!

I got enough friends!

Aah!

O.K., McClane...

time for the main event!

Aah!

Aah!

Motherfucker!

Oh!

Ha ha ha!

How's it going?

Bon voyage!

Happy landings, asshole!

Yippie-kai-yay, motherfucker.

Yeah. All right.

Aah!

Whoa!

Ha ha ha!

Oh!

Holly!

Here's your fucking landing light!

Whoo!

Oh, God.

Look!

Look!

O.K., I see it! I see it!

They used the fire to see!

They used the fucking fire to see!

They can all do that. Tell them.

They already know.

We had a visual on Northeastern's landing.

Listen.

We're following the fire trail in as a guide.

If they can do it, so can we!

Whoo!

If any landing you can walk away from

is a good one, that's great.

Whew!

Oh!

Jump!

Jump!

I got you!

Jump!

There you go. That's it.

There he is!

That's it!

Holly!

Holly!

Holly!

Holly!

Holly!

Holly!

Holly!

Holly!

Come on! We got you!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, God. Oh, baby.

I thought I was never going to see you again.

That's what I thought about you.

I love you so much.

They told me there were terrorists at the airport.

Yeah. I heard that, too.

God, that's beautiful.

Yeah.

Yup, it sure is.

Oh, I love you so much.

Oh,John.

Why does this keep happening to us?

Let's go home.

Get in the truck!

Let's get her out of here!

Somebody help me, please!

Oh, honey, help me up here, please.

Asshole!

Hey, Officer! Hey, come on!

Hey, hey!

Hop on in here! Get your missus in!

What do you say, Marv?

I'll be damned if I'm going to clean up this mess!

Ha ha ha!

Hey, McClane!

You get this parking ticket

in front of my airport?

Yeah.

Ah, what the hell. It's Christmas!

# Oh, the weather outside is frightful #

Take off, Marv!

# But the fire is so delightful #

# And since we've no place to go #

# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #

# It doesn't show signs of stopping #

# And I brought some corn for popping #

# The lights are turned way down low #

# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #

# When we finally kiss good night #

# How I hate going out in the storm #

# But if you'll really hold me tight #

# All the way home I'll be warm #

# The fire is slowly dying #

# And, my dear, we're still good-byeing #

# But as long as you love me so #

# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #

# When we finally kiss good night #

# How I hate going out in the storm #

# But if you'll really hold me tight #

# All the way home I'll be warm #

# The fire is slowly dying #

# And, my dear, we're still good-byeing #

# But as long as you love me so #

# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #

# It doesn't show signs of stopping #

# And I brought some corn for popping #

# The lights are turned way down low #

# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #

# When we finally kiss good night #

# How I hate going out in the storm #

# But if you'll really hold me tight #

# All the way home I'll be warm #

# The fire is slowly dying #

# And, my dear, we're still good-byeing #

# But as long as you love me so #

# Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow #

# When we finally kiss good night #

# How I hate going out in the storm #

# But if you'll really hold me tight #

# All the way home I'll be warm #

# The fire is slowly dying #

# And, my dear, we're still good-byeing #

# But as long as you love me so #

# Let it snow #

# Let it snow #

# Let it snow ##