All language subtitles for Live.Free.or.Die.Hard.2007.UNRATED

Well?

Terry: I'm sending you the code.
Yes, I see that. Thank you.

What about my account?

Delivering.

Farrell:
I just sent it. You should have it.

Yes. Thank you.
Farrell: Are you sure this is legal?

Mai: We 're just running a test
on our security system, sir. It's fine.

You have a sexy voice.
Is there anything else I can do for you?

To you? We have all we need.

We're ready.

Yo, guess who just made
50 g's today.

What'd you do to my drive?
I didn't touch it.

This isn't cool.
Don't ever, ever touch my computer.

Diagnostics show no damage,
but this was an intentional breach.

We were hacked?
It wasn't "denial of service" level.

But they definitely
cracked our door.

Okay. Open the black hat files.

I want every hacker in the country
who could have done this interviewed now.

Sir, that's close to 1000 names. This holiday
weekend, we're short-staffed as it is.

Listen, we're supposed to keep this from
happening, and it happened to us. Get it done.

It's the middle of the night.
They're all over the country.

Fine. Get local law enforcement help.

Somebody out there thinks they can
screw with us. I wanna find out who.

You are so cool

you are so rock 'n' roll

be my, be my

be my little rock 'n' roll queen

be my, be my

be my little

rock 'n' roll queen

Jim. I said no.
Lucy, you're killing me, all right?

John: Get out. What?

Get out of the car now.
Don't touch me.

No means no. What are you doing?

John, stop it.
Don't call me that. I hate it.

You know this guy?
Just shut your mouth right now.

Dad. Stop it. I mean it.

Dad? You said your dad was dead.
John: What?

You told this jerk off I was dead?
You actually said that?

I may have exaggerated a little bit.

And this guy's what?
Your boyfriend?

Boy: Yeah.

I don't know, okay?
I'm sorry. We'll see.

What are you doing here?

You don't answer your phone, return calls.
Because I'm not talking to you.

Why aren't you talking to me this time,
Lucy? Why not? What, you want a list?

How about stuff like, you spy on me.

You drag my boyfriend out of the car.
I'm not spying.

You said he's not your boyfriend.
He's not.

I thought you said I just was.
Shut up.

You are such an asshole.

Okay. I'm sorry I pulled your
not-boyfriend out of the car, okay?

Lucy, baby, get in the car. Let's go.
No, no.

Will both of you go away?
Just talk to me.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
Alone.

Damn right you're going to bed alone.

Lucy, honey, wait a minute.
I wanna talk to you. Just wait.

Dad, when I wanna talk to you...

If I wanna talk to you...

I'll call you.

Lucy. Wait, Lucy. Lucy.

Lucy mcclane.
It's not mcclane. It's gennaro.

Chicks, right?

I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.

Scalvino: John?

John? It's scalvino.

Go for mcclane.
What are you doing at rutgers?

How do you know where I am?
Our cars were lojacked four years ago.

I'm staring at exactly where you are.
Sir, that's not something I would turn on.

Yeah, we did that.
John, we turned them on.

Listen, the feds have
called in a favor.

They're doing a sweep. They want us to
pick up some computer hacker in Camden.

Last name: Farrell.
First name: Matthew.

Whoa, whoa. Camden?
What are you telling me this for?

Man: Just came in. It's 3 in the
morning. I was on my way home.

Send a jughead from the academy.
They'd be happy to do it.

I can't just send in a uniform.
The feds demanded a senior detective.

The kid's a high-value subject.
I don't know.

Just pick him up, escort him
to the hoover building in DC.

They had some kind of a computer breach
there this morning.

You owe me one, Jack.

All right, give me that name again.
What is it?

With what's written on my heart

Selfishness

I'm so sick

I'm so sick

if you want more of this

we can push out, sell out

what?

Come on.

Goddamn it.

Who is it?
John: N.Y.P.D. Open the door, please.

How you doing? Mm-hm.
N.Y.P.D? Okay.

Oh, I get it. Don't worry, everyone gets
lost around here. Glad to help. Take...

Hey, I'm not lost.
Are you Matthew Farrell?

No. He, uh, actually
does not live here anymore.

Of course not. Who are you?
My name is Daisy Duke.

Got a lot of shit for it when I was
a kid. Please don't add to it. Heh.

Can I see some identification, please?
Yeah, sure.

Oh. "Detective." Yeah, that looks real.
You get that at toys "r" us? Looks great.

Then of course...
Yeah. That actually looks pretty good.

Farrell. Sully pdl-ed the new copy of
the "kill zone nine." Wanna check it out?

No. Thanks, though, man. And good
luck at the bad timing awards.

Open the door.

Shit.

Can I get you something?
Coffee? A warrant?

What's this about?
I don't know. Some computer thing.

D.C. feds wanna talk to you,
so let's go.

Feds, huh? Yeah. The feds.

I've been white hat for four years,
but once you're on that goddamn list.

Such a pain in the ass.

You play with dolls?

Uh, could you not touch that?
Like a gi. Joe?

No, it's not. It's a limited
edition, and... ooh.

That supposed to come off?
No, but it's more valuable broken.

So thanks for that.
Krazy glue. I'm sure it's very important.

I got some other cool shit
you can break.

Let's go, okay? Come on.
I gotta power down my gear, okay?

More dolls. Not spending
a whole lot of time with the girls, huh?

Hey! Are you really trying to escape?

Ah! Jesus, don't shoot. Hey!

John: Get down.

Farrell: Jesus Christ.
Keep your head down.

Farrell: Ah... ah... oh...

Farrell: Oh, shit. Shit.

Man 1: Go. Go.

Let's go. Come on.
Low, low. Stay down.

Come on.

It's all right.
Stay low, all right? Stay down.

You stay with me, all right? Here we go.
Okay.

Okay.

Get down! Get inside! Get down!

They're back in the room.
They're back in the room.

Are you nuts?
Get out of here right now!

I'm trying. Now!

Man 2: Tony, take a right.

Man 3: Come on, get in here.

Oh, fuck!

Motherfucker!

Get back in there.

Get ready to run.

Farrell: What the hell was that?

Did you do that? No.

Shit. I didn't do that. Come on.

Shit.
Stay close. The whole apartment's on fire.

Holy shit.

Come on. Let's go.
Come on, damn it.

Come on.

Watch it. Just hold it down.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Hey, let's go. Come on.

Come on, come on. Stay close.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Come on, let's go. Stay close.

Get in the car. Go, go.

Kid, can you reload a gun?
What? Me?

Can you reload a gun?

Open the glove box
and get a magazine out right now.

Ah!

John:
Grab the gun and shoot this motherfucker.

Get your head down.

Jesus. Is the circus in town?

Did you see that?
Yeah, I saw it. I did it.

Camden base, 10077. Come back.
Camden base, 10077.

Dispatch: Camden base. Go ahead.

I need to speak to the chief of your
detectives. Police emergency, asap.

Stand by.

Wiesman: This is chief detective wiesman.
This is detective John mcclane, n.Y.P.D.

Police emergency. I wanna report
a police shooting in yourjurisdiction.

Yeah? Mai: What's the status?

Man:

Wait one.

Thomas. We had a problem
in New Jersey. Farrell's still alive.

So he got away.

I did send five of you,
is that right?

Man:

I'm sending a chopper. Get airborne and we'll
track them down. Think you can handle that?

Farrell: Oh, my god.

What the fuck?

Just breathe.

I am breathing. I can't stop shaking.

It's the adrenaline.
You're just scared. It'll pass.

Yeah, I'm scared.
Weren't you scared, back there?

Yeah. I was scared.

Really? This is you being scared?
I don't know, you seem really calm.

Have you done stuff like that before?

Stuff like what?
Like killing people.

Yeah. But not for a long time.

So who were those guys? Huh?
Why were they trying to kill you?

Why did they blow up
my goddamn apartment?

They were there to kill you.

Why would they want to kill me?
You tell me, kid. You're the criminal.

We got seven dead hackers so far,
none of whom were high on our list.

Collect the hard drives, start
sweeping them. Raj: Yes, sir.

Trey. Matthew Farrell.
Find him for me.

On it.

What's with all the guns?

Operational prudence.

Think of them as hardware
to your software.

Man: Good morning, d. C. It's shaping up
to be a beautiful fourth of July weekend.

If you've got any big plans, get started
early, because the traffic is ramping up.

So here's another golden oldie
for all the commuters out there.

What? What? What?

What are you doing? What is that?

It's creedence. Creedence?

Creedence. Creedence clearwater
revival? Classic rock?

I know who it is. It's old rock.
Doesn't make it classic.

What sucked then, sucks now.
You don't like creedence?

This is like having a pine cone
shoved in my ass.

Okay. Really? Wow. That's mature.

Come on. I'm cooperating with you.

Pilot: We're at a heading of 060.
Making another pass.

Listen up, everyone.
Are we ready?

Transportation hubs are prepped
and set.

Begin stage one.

What? Nothing.

Man 1:
With six and a half innings, the game...

Man 2: Pavillion this
weekend for two shows only...

When'd you last turn on the radio and listen
to popular music? Just give me a decade.

The '703? I'm guessing.
Was Michael Jackson still black?

Pearl jam.
I'll go back 10 years with you. Ten years.

Twenty years. The cure? Nothing?

It's called news radio. Trying to see if
your friends from Camden made the headlines.

Hold on. You listen to the news?

You got a problem with the news now?
Heh, heh, heh.

Yeah. I got a big goddamn problem
with the news.

Ready for this?
The news is completely manipulated.

Everything you hear, every single day...

Is designed by corporate media to do
one thing only.

Jesus. Tokeepyoufivmginfean

oh, fear? Total fear.

So you'll go out and spend money
on things you probably don't even need.

So advertisers can
keep buying ads on their stations.

I'll tell you one more thing. I'll do this
all day. I got days of data at home.

Pnmopabombonymr-hey. Hey!

What? Shut up.

Shut the fuck up.

That's good.
Be dismissive instead of...

You all right?
No, I'm not all right.

Just stay in the car. You'll be all right.

Hey, man. Hey.

You all right? Don't move.
Just call 911, all right?

Okay.

Jesus Christ.

All the lights are green. Huh?

All the lights are green.
Let's go. Right now.

We gotta go?
Get your bag, hack-boy. Let's go.

Let's go. This is crazy. I've
never been in a car accident.

Well, it's very exciting.
This way, come on.

You been in a car accident?

What are we doing?

It's a little thing they invented in the
'60s called jogging. You're gonna love it.

Sir, Chicago's reporting
a systems crash on the I train network.

Amtrak is flashing a level-one crash
in their com system.

Faajust issued a critical alert.
Their atc net just went down.

Okay, let's get them outside
for a little fresh air.

That's the Anthrax alarm.

All right, everyone out. Now. Now.

Taylor, move. Go. Move.

Man:
All personnel must evacuate and proceed...

To the transportation
shuttles immediately.

This is not a drill.

All personnel must evacuate and proceed
to the transportation shuttles immediately.

Man: We need you inside, sir.

Take your team. I want men
on the fourth floor, got it? Masks on.

We gotta know what's there.

Run a trunk search on these data crashes,
see if we can ID the point of origin.

Begin stage two.

Man: Hey, what's going on?

They're already starting to panic.

Of course they are.

They think that someone's
taking their money.

Prep the video package.

D.C. transportation system's crashing and
they just hit the financial sector. All of it.

Get me the secretary of trans and treasury
on the line and the chairman for the sec.

Let's go, people. Somewhere somebody
left a digital fingerprint. Find it.

Deputy director bowman in here?
Not now. It'll have to wait.

Not today. This is Matthew Farrell.
I brought him here on orders from bowman.

If you don't know what's going on,
find somebody that does.

I'm bowman.

Video package is ready for upload.

Bowman:
John, I appreciate your bringing Farrell.

But we are neck-deep
in damage control right now.

Excuse me. I'm sorry, sir. Do you have
anything to eat, any snacks around?

I'd love...
I've got really low blood sugar.

Sir? No?

Man: As if the transportation breakdown and
Anthrax scares weren't enough for one day...

The stock market
found itself in a selling frenzy.

The federal trade commission believes
this panic might have been triggered...

B y a computer malfunction
in the stock exchange.

Oh, man, that is all bad.

It's not as bad as it looks. We run drills
to prepare for things like this.

These your suspects?
Bowman: Were.

All seven were killed
in the last 24 hours.

Recognize any of these people?

Not one?

Woman:
Sir, we got a system error.

My fellow Americans.
It is time to...

Strike fear into
the hearts of citizenry.

Kennedy: Ask not...
That's an unauthorized broadcast.

What your country can do
to avert this crisis.

The answer is...
Nothing whatsoever.

Our military strength
is in this case...

Useless.

H.w. Bush: Read my lips.

The great confident roar
of American progress and growth...

Has come to an end.

All the vital technology
that this nation holds dear.

All communications. Transportation.
The Internet. Connectivity.

Electrical power.
Critical utilities.

Their fate now rests
in our hands.

We will not fire, we will not falter...

And we will not fail.

I don't know how they're getting in.

Thank you. And a...

Happy independence day
to everyone.

That was creepy.

I tried to find more Nixon.

Think they bought it?

Absolutely.

Bowman:
Okay, I want telecom, transportation...

Jesus Christ, it's a fire sale.
What?

It's a fire sale.

Hey.

We don't know that yet.
It's a myth, anyway. Can't be done.

It's a myth? Really? Please tell me
she's actually not in charge of anything.

What's a fire sale?

It's a three-step systematic attack
on the entire national infrastructure.

Step one: Take out transportation.
Step two: The financial base and telecoms.

Step three: Get rid of all the utilities.
Gas, water, electric, nuclear.

Anything that's run by computers,
which today is almost everything.

That's why they call it a fire sale,
because everything must go.

Listen. What's your name? Farrell?

Keep your voice down, okay?
No one here's talking about a fire sale.

Not unless you're telling me
you helped plan one.

What? No, man. I'm just saying...

Appreciate your concern.
We're on it. Thank you.

You've done a bang-up job so far.
What? What?

Nothing. I said I understand.

Hey, they didn't send the girl scouts to get this
kid. They sent professionals, full tactical gear.

They blew the joint up. I don't know this kid,
and frankly I don't give a shit. No offense.

But somebody wants this kid dead...

And obviously it's got something to do
with whatever's going on here.

Okay. Homeland's interrogating
the hackers we're bringing in.

I'll get you an escort
over there. All right?

Molina, get this kid to the front of
the line. I wanna know what he knows.

If he knew half the shit I know,
his head would explode.

Special agent Johnson.
We'll take the sedan.

Agent Johnson?
That's right. Right this way.

Great. So is any of that actually possible,
what you were saying back there?

Is it possible? Look, you take out
any one thing, the system can recover.

If you take it all down at once, the system
crashes and... look around, man.

Come on. Government's gotta have dozens
of departments dedicated to that shit.

It took fema five days
to get water to the superdome.

How long till we get to dhs?

Laughlin, get on the DC. Police band and
get them to clear a route to dhs for us.

DC. Metro, this is the FBI
requesting you to clear a route...

Farrell just resurfaced on the grid.

Feds are taking him to homeland.
Good.

Close that loop, now.
Isolate the frequency.

Get us a location on the vehicles
and pull me up a file on this John mcclane.

Mai: Rand, we just found Farrell.
Stand by for a location.

I don't mean to harp, but we just passed
another arby's, and I'm starving.

I could eat a wrapper. Shut up.

I could just get some ketchup packets.
Shut up.

You got about 14 minutes
to tell me why you lied to me.

Lied to you? What are you talking about?

The pictures on the wall.
You knew those guys.

I don't... kid, don't lie to me.

I'm a cop. I can tell you're lying.
Who were they?

Okay, okay. Okay.

They were my competition.

Make the next right onto Concord.

They said they'd developed
a mutating encryption algorithm...

And they wanted to see
if it could be cracked.

That's what I do.
I do math-based security.

Here's the thing. To pull off something
as massive and crazy as a fire sale...

You need tons of guys to write programs,
but only a few black hats to implement it.

At that point, the start-up guys who haven't
really done anything wrong, like me...

Would end up as pictures
on some guy's wall.

I swear to god, mcclane, I swear to you
I had no idea I was gonna be...

An accessory to armageddon.

Take the next left at Lexington.

And that's a sexy voice.
What's she taking us this way for?

Mai: Unit 510. Oh, my god.

Clear a route for two FBI vehicles
approaching on Concord.

Copy, dispatch.

That's her.

Her who?
What are you talking about?

Farrell: It's them.
John: You're saying it's "them" them?

I swear to you I know her.
I would know her voice anywhere.

Don't say anything.
Just keep your mouth shut for a minute.

Hey, Metro, how's your day
going over there?

Gotta be pretty crazy over there,
what with all those 5873.

Yes, sir.
We've had to dispatch all units.

You had to dispatch all units
for all the naked people walking around?

Cut the bullshit, honey,
and just put your boss on.

Laughlin, we're getting off this route.
Turn left on 14th street.

Officer mcclane.
It's detective mcclane, asshole.

Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to get
to know each other when I visit you in prison.

But, John, I already know
so much about you.

Your address in Brooklyn.

The payments on your mortgage, how long
you've been a member of the n. Y. P. D.

And how's Holly?

That's sad. You're divorced.
Was that tough on little Jack and Lucy?

Now, this is sad. After 30 years I thought
you'd have a better pension plan annuity.

Oh. And it gets worse.

Your 401 k no longer exists.

Tell you what. Let me make it up to you.
Box them in at that intersection.

Shoot Mr. Farrell in the head
and drive away...

And by the time you reach
the end of the next block...

A/I your debts will be wiped clean
and your children will be set for life.

Now, that really is tempting,
especially that last part.

But I think I'm gonna have to pass,
jerk off.

John, you're gonna lose.

John: Yeah, well, the other thing that
could happen is I could come and find you...

Kick your ass and throw you out of
your own party. How's that sound, fuckhead?

Mai: Hold your position.

John:
Get your head down! Kid, get down!

Just stay down.

Officers down at the corner of
main and constitution. Officers down.

Come on, come on, get out. Let's go.

Goddamn it. Just stay down.
What was that?

Get down! Just hang on.

Base, we've got a squad car
under fire. We need backup.

This is base.
We're sending backup.

Just brace yourself.

Hang on. Hang on.

Hang on.

Oh!

Pilot: We lost del.
Stay with them.

They're back. I know.

Take the tunnel. Left!

God, what are you...? Oh, god.

Bring up the schematics on that tunnel.

The tunnel!

Open the gates on the north side entrance.

Redirect traffic to occupy all lanes.

Now open the other side. What?

Move.

Hang onto something.

Hey! Don't get out of the car.
Hey! Don't...

Run, goddamn it, run!

Down! Get down!

Farrell: Ah!

Fuck. Oh, god.

Don't hesitate like that again.

Man 1:
Can you help me get my wife...

You all right? Unh! Yeah, yeah.

Man 2: You okay?
Man 3: I can't move my arms.

Just stay here. Stay right
here for a minute. What?

"It can't be a uniform, John. No."

Get over to the wall, sir.
"Feds called in a favor."

"All you gotta do is go pick up a kid
down in Jersey, drive him down to DC."

"How hard can that be, huh?
It can't be that hard, can it?"

"No, gotta be a senior detective."

Think a traffic jam, throwing a car
at me is gonna stop me? Huh?

Rand, get in there and get it done.

Rand:

Okay, the car's on fire.

That can't be good.

Oh, this is a bad fucking idea.

Don't touch me, don't touch me.
Okay, sorry, sorry.

Are you okay? Oh, my god.

Pretty lucky shot, huh?
Yeah, lucky. That was...

You just killed a helicopter with a car.

Hundreds of thousands of people get killed
by cars every year. It's just like four more.

How you doing?
I skinned my knee, my asthma's acting up...

Whatever. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm an
idiot. I'm too old to jump out of cars.

Thomas: Rand, check in.

What about Farrell and mcclane?

Come back in.

We're moving on. Begin stage three.

I just spoke to Emerson.
The team's arriving at woodlawn now.

Very good. Mai, get
ready for the downloads.

ID, sir.

Park behind the transpo.
We'll lead you in.

Man the gate. You're with me.

Man 1: Anthrax alarms
only went off on five floors.

Below that you'll need
dod clearance.

I don't know why you'd need to go further.
There's nothing down there but servers.

Man 1: Unh!

Man 2:
Go again. Rodriguez. I didn't copy.

Gate secured. Copy.

Okay, we are in.

Farrell: This is insane.

Hey. Hey. This is absurd.

Man, there's tough and there's stupid.
You gotta go to a hospital. Look at you.

I'm not a doctor, but you're hurt.

Yeah. Sexy, right?

Come on.

We don't need a doctor.
We need the cops.

He's in.

John: Get out of the way.
Make a hole, please. Come on.

Watch out. Excuse me. Excuse me.
Come on.

N.y.p.d. All right? I got this kid.
Come on. Let's go, kid.

It's okay. Yeah. Thanks.

Coming through.

Sergeant?

Sergeant. I need to speak to you.

The medic's in the back. I'm all
right. N.Y.P.D. I need to talk to you.

John: Just give me a minute.

Sergeant.

Oh, my god.

Let's get out of here.

Open. Open, open.

We're a go.

Launch the downloads.

Nothing's happening. Be patient.

Wait for it.

See? There you go.

Let me know when the download
reaches 20 percent.

Okay.

I need you to please
remain calm.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Thank you. Holy shit.

Kid? Kid, hey. Yeah, yeah.

You got a phone in that bag?

Come on. Let's go.

And here you go, agent tovarek.
Guess that's you.

Download's at 20 percent.
Time to move.

Let's keep them chasing
their tails.

Woman: Due to recent activity...

Law enforcement agencies
are being cautious.

They are telling drivers to abandon
their vehicles until they are searched.

And, as you can see,
canine units are checking each vehicle.

Whether this is connected to
the Anthrax reports we heard earlier...

Or a new terrorist
threat, we do not know.

Faajust grounded all flights.
Good.

We have complete access over networks.
Phones, power grids, water, nuclear.

Excuse me. Jack parry, NSA.

Chuck summer, dhs liaison.
White house made the call.

Anything you need, we're here to help.
Help? Wow, that's great.

We're gonna need some work space
for our people. What can you do for us?

As you can see, we're using the space, so
you guys can stand in the corner and liaise.

If I need something,
I'll just wave to you.

Wait. No, don't call.
What are you talking about?

They probably cracked that hours ago.
They could trace us. Put it in your pocket.

You sure?

Or smash it.
You didn't have to smash it.

Excuse me. It's a police emergency.
Hey. Hey!

He'll call you right back.

Here, right in here. Come here.

You got a signal?

Yeah.
This is John mcclane for agent bowman.

Sir, John mcclane is on the line.

Mcclane, go.
We never made it to dhs.

They came after the kid again.
All your men are down.

What about Farrell?
I got him with me right now.

Molina: Sir? Hang on, John.

Yeah, I'll hold on.

Another day in paradise.

They just swarmed at everything. The
telecom system, phones, cells, satellites.

They're blanketing every station.

For Amber waves of grain

for purple mountain majesties

above the fruited plain

america, america

god shed his grace on thee

can you put the news back on?
This is the news. It's on every channel.

Been this way for a few minutes now.

Oh, my god.

Mcclane.

Look out!

Look out!

Look out.

Bowman? Bowman, do you see that?

Bowman, it's a fake.

I see it.

Thank god.

Bowman: Oh, shit.

Mcclane? Bowman.

Satellite's down. Get me a land line.

Shit.

I wrote one little piece of code and the
world falls apart. This is virtual terrorism.

What? You know, it's crazy.

The first time I heard of the concept
of a fire sale...

I actually thought it would be cool
if anyone ever really did it.

Just hit the reset button
and melt the system just for fun.

Hey. It's not a system. It's a country.

You're talking about people,
a whole country full of people.

Sitting at home alone, scared to death
in their houses, all right?

So finish your nostalgic moment and think
a little bit and help me catch these guys.

Just help me.
Just put yourself in their shoes.

Come on. If this were your fire sale,
what would be your next move?

Okay, uh... well, the whole point of a fire
sale is that it's mostly done by remote, right?

But not everything is run
completely online. Major utilities aren't.

They're run by closed circuits, so you
could breach the security to a point...

But to shut it down you'd have to
physically go there. You'd have to show up.

And, uh...

Give me that guy's PDA.
Phones are all dead.

No, it's the network that's dead. I've just gotta
reprogram it and link it into the old satcoms.

Hackers surf them all the time. Probably what
these guys are using to talk to each other.

How do you know all this stuff?

Dude, I don't know. There's a lot rattling
around up there. I couldn't tell you.

Okay. National power grid.

Gas and electric is divided into
three zones. Eastern, central, western.

Each with a primary hub.

Here it is.

What are we looking at?
That is the eastern hub.

Now, they take this out, wipes out all
the power for the entire eastern corridor.

But, again, you'd have to do it manually.

Okay. Come on. Let's go.
What? To West Virginia?

I honestly don't think I can handle
any more people trying to kill me. Mcclane.

Mcclane. Aw, shit.

Sir, wireless networks are down and I
think they're hitting the land lines too.

I don't care how,
you find me a line.

Come on, what you got?
We swept the building. Seems clean.

We can sweep it again.
Don't bother. Don't bother.

It's a fake. This guy's playing us.

Okay, get everyone back inside
the crisis center now.

Okay, let's open it up.

Come on, get in. Door's locked.

Unless you have an extra gun
I can use to unlock it.

Don't do that.
You're gonna disable it.

John: Fuch

that was crazy. Did you see that?

Sorry about that, man.
I didn't know it'd come out so fast.

Fucking idiot.

Man, this is a pain in the ass.
How'd you do yours?

You all right? What?
Did it hit you a little bit?

Sorry.

No, please don't touch those, okay? I
know what I'm doing. I've done this before.

I mean, I've read about it.

Woman: Road assist.
We've detected an airbag deployment.

Yes. Please, we just hit a tree
and my dad is having a heart attack.

I think he's gonna die.
You need to help us.

Hold while we contact emergency services.

No, no. He's dying. I can get him
to a hospital. I can drive. I'm fine.

But I can't really turn the key, so you gotta
start the car for us, okay? Please, dad...

Your name, please?

My name is... ls... frank.

And my dad's name is, um...

Dvorak tsajanski.

Please, just help us.
We need your help. Please.

Emergency services are on their way.

No, no, listen to me.
Ma'am, what is your name?

Dolores. Dolores?

Olay, Dolores, I don't know
if you have a dad, but I do.

And I wanna be able to say that
a year from now.

Because my dad is my hero,
and right now he is in my arms dying...

And his only hope is to get to a
hospital right now. We can't wait.

So please start the goddamn car!

Thank you, Dolores.

Pass the PDA.
I gotta call the warlock.

John: The what?
The warlock. A digital jedi. He's amazing.

Ma'am, you're not authorized to be here.
FBI. We suspect a security breach.

You can't land here without...

That was pretty good back there, kid.

What's the matter with you?
Nothing else to complain about?

No. I'm just...

Well, what? What's the matter?
I'm not like you. I can't do this shit.

What's that mean? Like what?

I'm not, like, heroic and everything.
I'm not brave like you are.

I'm nobody's hero, kid.

You've saved my life, like,
ten times in six hours.

Just doing my job, that's all.
Uh...

Fuck being a hero.

Know what you get for being a hero?
Nothing. You get shot at.

You get a little pat on the back,
blah-blah-blah. "Attaboy."

You get divorced.

A wife that can't remember
your last name.

Your kids don't wanna talk to you.

You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself.

Trust me, kid,
nobody wants to be that guy.

Then why are you doing this?
Because there's nobody else to do it now.

If there was somebody else to do it,
I would let them do it.

But there's not. So we're doing it.

And that's what makes you that guy.

Thing is flying now.

Contact Emerson.
Tell him we'll be there soon.

What the hell are you doing?
This whole floor's restricted...

Stay here.

All right, come on.

We're in. Good. Shut it down.

Guess you were right, kid.

Okay, that's awful.

We got company.

How would they shut down a power grid?
What?

John: Come on.
Uh... central control room. Okay.

Fourth floor. Fourth floor.
Come on.

Take the right.

Shit.

Can we stop for...
Try to keep up.

Farrell: I am. I just wanna stop
for two seconds to catch our breath.

You know, they have these things
called gymnasiums.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Intel's fairly certain
the terrorists are mobile.

It's the only way
to avoid signal triangulation.

With the amount of hardware
they're running...

We're probably looking for a large
vehicle, most likely a semitrailer rig.

All right.
Tell the guys at homeland security...

We need every agent, satellite
and functioning network they got. Now.

John:
Play time's over, sweetheart.

Take your hand off the gun.
Hands up.

Stand up.

Go on. Now.

Let's go, kid. You're up.

Okay.

As fast as you can.

Hey! Hey!

John: Jesus. Whoa!

That's enough of this kung fu shit.

I've known some bitches in my day,
but you are maybe...

Uh... still awake, huh?

Just keep doing what you're doing.
Okay.

John: How much time do you need?
Not much.

Are you done?

Are you done? No, not quite.

What?
I'm not exactly checking my e-mail here.

They used vm mode, so I'm isolating
their api and booting the host.

What?
It means about 30 seconds, okay?

Not the easiest thing to do when...
John: What the...?

Fuck, bfich! Hyah! Hyah!

Okay.

Undo everything you just did. Now!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'm a righty, I'm a righty.
I need my other hand, I really do.

I'm a righty.

One last door to open.

Do you know what you're doing? Do you
realize what this'll do to the country?

Yes, I do. Now open the door.

Okay, good. Glad we're on the same page.

You do? I'm glad you know.

Ooh!

John: How you doing?

Mai: Aah!

Hang on.

Listen, let's just talk
about this for one second.

How you doing?
That's not too tight, is it?

John: Damn it.

Smile pretty.

Motherfucker!

Mcclane.

Shit.

Mcclane, get out of there!

Come on, man! Come on!

Come on, man!

Fuck you, bitch.

Did you see that?

Argh!

John: So you stopped it, right?

Farrell: You know, a gun to your head
makes it harder to do this kind of work.

John: What?
I know that comes as a surprise.

Can't you just turn it off? Lock them out?
I'm not sure.

I might be able to slow them down,
though.

Western and central hubs are ours.
We're just waiting on mai's end.

Hang on. Something's up.
All the security's reactivating.

I think someone might be in the market
for some cheap Viagra.

Now your girlfriend's dead,
why don't you check out our sexy singles.

It's an e-bomb.

Hey, hey.

All right, wait, wait.

Thomas: Mai, talk to me. What's going on?
Mai.

Oh, yeah, little Asian chick,
likes to kick people?

I don't think she's gonna be talking
to anybody for a really long time.

Last time I saw her, she was at the bottom
of an elevator shaft with an SUV up her ass.

What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?

Listen, jackass. Your fire sale is over.

Just pack up your little circus or I'm
gonna come and I'm gonna kick your ass.

You have no idea who I am
or what I'm capable of.

When I'm finished here,
and I promise it'll be soon...

I will focus all my attention on you.

You wanna make things personal, fine.

Reroute every cubic foot of natural gas
in the pipelines to that station.

Can you get bowman on this thing?
Sure. I can get anyone on it.

Do it.

Now? Yeah, now.

Please, no.

It's Thomas Gabriel. Shit.

John: You know this guy?
I worked with him.

He was dod's chief programmer
for infrastructure security.

After 9/11, he's the guy that told
joint chiefs the system was vulnerable.

He wanted an overhaul, but they wouldn't
listen. Gabriel's not people-friendly.

You think so?

When he tried to go public,
they crucified him.

Destroyed his reputation, froze assets.
After that he disappeared.

We got a pretty serious problem.

Hold on one minute. What?

I think we need
to get out of here right now.

They're sending the gas lines here.
Gas lines? What gas lines?

Christ.

All of them. See that,
those flashing arrows? That's not good.

John: All that's coming here?
Yeah. I think we gotta go.

Listen, I gotta go.
Just find Thomas Gabriel.

Mcclane? Mcclane?

Let's go. Finish this up.

Right now. Finish it up, come on. Let's go.
Okay. Okay.

Get in there. Get in there.

Okay.

Let's go. We gotta get out of here.
What is the point? Man, what is the point?

Hey, knock that off, come on.

This has something to do with that code you
wrote for them. Think. Come on, help us win.

Win? When do we start winning?
Huh?

Look around. Are you out of your mind?
Does it look like we're close to winning?

We just got the shit kicked out of us.

You think I'm holding out on you?

If I knew what they wanted, I would
tell you. I would happily tell you.

Jesus.

Oh. Great. Unh!
There goes the cellphone.

They knocked the satellites out of
the skies? No, your battery ran out.

We should go see him. Who?

The warlock. We should drive
to his house in Baltimore.

Can't go to the warlock's house now.
Hey, hey, hey. This is me helping you.

Okay? Trust me. We gotta go see
the warlock. That's our only hope.

How do you feel about flying?
Uh, about what? Like, with a pilot?

Just stick it in the round thing.
What brown thing?

Here, put these on.

Just stick it in there. That'll work.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm just kind of afraid of flying.

I used to be terrified of flying.
Really?

Yeah. I took some lessons.
Face your fears, that kind of thing.

Yeah? Did it help? Not really.

Is it...?

Is it supposed to make that sound?
Yeah.

Maybe we should just drive. Take
it easy. Taking off is the hardest part.

Really? I heard...

To be honest, I missed a couple of classes.
Ha-ha-ha. You did? Really?

But you have your license, right?
I mean, you can fly one of these things?

Oh, god.
Hey! Here we go. We're up.

Oh, god.

Okay. That's good. That's pretty good.

Jesus, look at that.
This whole area's blacked out.

How we gonna find warlock's house?

Um... it's probably gonna be
the one with the lights still on.

Power outage keeps spreading. About half
the east coast has already gone down.

All right. Put everything
on emergency generators.

How the hell are they
getting past us?

Okay. Down there, down there. I see it.

Down there? Left, left. Down.

What? Are we gonna land down there?

All right, hang on. Okay. Okay.

Fence.fence.fence.

Fence.fence. I see it.

Farrell: Oh! Oh!

Whoo! Oh!

Oh, Jesus. Come on.

Oh, yeah.
"Taking off is the hardest part."

Let's go.

Farrell: Now, there's something
you need to know about warlock.

He hates cops. Hates them.

So just let me do all the talking.

Shit.

Hey, Mrs. Kaludis.

Um, is Freddy home?

I'm Matt Farrell and this is, uh...

Billy.

We're friends from space camp.
I went to space camp with Freddy.

Freddy!

You got company. Freddy?

Freddy, get the fuck up here!

Frederick. Didn't you hear me?

All Baltimore heard you, ma.

Kaludis: Your friends are here.
Freddy: Friends? What the...?

Come on, ma. How many times I gotta
tell you, don't bring people down here?

I can't see too good. Is that a young,
bearded Han Solo? You've lost so much weight.

No, I gained 30 pounds. Who is that?
Know what? Doesn't matter.

What are you doing here? Because of you,
I'm rocking five generators to stay online.

And since you're being hunted by assassins,
this visit is not a healthy use of my time.

Hey, don't touch that, all right?

Cb radio?
A little low-tech for you guys, isn't it?

That, my friend, is an end-of—the-world
insurance system, okay?

When the last microchip goes down, I can
stay in touch with whoever's out there...

Whether they be zombies or not.

What'd you bring your dad here for?
He's cool. He's into the gaming culture.

Nice poster.

What? Like, you a big fan of the fett?
No. I was always more of a star wars guy.

Star wars guy. Who is this man?
He's kidding. He's my...

Hey, Jenny Craig. I'm not his dad.

I'm a cop. How about that?
Oh. A cop. I'm sorry. Thank you.

Why'd you bring a cop
into my command center?

Ha-ha-ha.
Command center. It's a basement.

It's a command center.
Don't help. I can explain.

Just tell us about Thomas Gabriel,
all right? That's why we came here.

Thomas Gabriel. I didn't know. Sorry.

Get out!
I want you out of here, right now.

Hey, hey! Calm down.
Just calm down, big boy.

You calm down. It's my house.

You're gonna tell me what I wanna know, or
I'll beat you to death in your own house.

Four years ago, the dod recruits Thomas
Gabriel to be a cyberspook for them, okay?

First day on the job, tells his bosses...

This nation's security infrastructure
is wide open to compromise.

They say, "we'll take it under advisement."
But this dude don't ease up. He is committed.

So he breaks into a meeting
of the joint chiefs of staff...

And using just a laptop, hacks into
NORAD and shuts down our defense network.

So they put a gun to the man's head
and forced him to stop the hack.

Thomas Gabriel's the guy who shut down
NORAD with a laptop, just to prove a point.

You think I'm scared of you?
Tell us how to find him.

How do I know? He's a ghost, man.
He just fell off the grid.

Another dead end. Come on.
Hold on. Wait.

Listen, warlock,
a couple of weeks ago I wrote a...

I know.
A mutating algorithmic security code...

That's probably being used
by Thomas Gabriel now.

No, we know that. Yes.
Can you tell us what he's using it for?

I don't know. I've been trying
to figure that out. Here, look.

The only security system in the country
that I can find...

Currently employing that template
is the social security administration.

But they don't use it in the main facility.
Look. They use it in this building, in woodlawn.

Oh. What the hell? God.
I know, right?

What are you talking about?
The power consumption's off the charts.

It's hot. It's on fire.
Why are there chilling towers?

That's what I thought. Hello.

What's a chilling tower?

See what I've been dealing with?

Large server farms generate a lot
of heat and need to be cooled.

But why there?

I don't know what's in that building,
but it's not social security numbers.

I got a red flag over here.
Someone's hacking into woodlawn.

Honing in on the host server right now.

Frederick kaludis.

Let's have a look at him.
Fat bastard.

Mcclane.

Where is his daughter?
Casper: We just got a trace on her cell.

You're gonna love this.

All right. Let's get a better
look at you.

Thomas: Freddy? What?

Thomas: What the hell are you doing
dicking around inside my network?

Mcclane.

I thought I killed you already.

I get that sometimes.

You think you can try to track where he is?

Dude, yeah. Thomas: Detective...

Covering the camera with your hand
does not turn off the microphone.

Yeah, I know I'm not as smart as you guys
with all this computer shit.

But, hey, I'm still alive, ain't I?

I mean, you got to be running out
of bad guys by now, right?

Huh?

Honestly, you can tell me.
How's that work?

You got some kind of service?
Some kind of 800 number? 1-800-henchmen?

I bet you're still on hold with:

"Can I get another dead Asian hooker bitch
over here right away?"

Huh? But seriously, all that kicking aside, that
skinny little ninja chick, she was smoking hot.

One of those gotta be real hard
to come by, right?

You're impressed with yourself, aren't you?
I have my moments.

Yeah?

Is this one of them?

Lucy: Hello?
Yes, this is emergency services calling.

Thank god. Can she hear me?

My name is Lucy gennaro.
I'm stuck in here. My cell's not working.

Can she hear this?
Lucy, hang up that phone.

Just calm down, miss.
We know exactly where you are.

Everything is gonna be all right.

Lucy, hang up the phone.
John, I'm trying to have a conversation.

We 're a bit overloaded tonight,
as you may imagine.

But I assure you
we 're gonna get you out of there.

Even if I have to come down there myself.
Thank you.

In the meantime, is there anyone
we can contact for you?

Lucy: Yeah.

My dad.

His name is John mcclane.
He's a New York City cop.

We'll find him. Just hang in there, miss,
and we'll get to you, very soon.

Thank you.

Wow. That's a great girl you got there.
Can't wait to meet her.

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

Come on, John.

Make a joke.

Say something funny.

Wait. Where you going?

Mcclane. Hold on.
Where you going? What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna kill this motherfucker
and get my daughter back.

Or go get my daughter
and kill this motherfucker.

But she could be anywhere.
Listen.

You can't go, okay?

Just go play a computer game
with hamhock.

Warlock. Warlock. Yeah.

Either way, you should just stay here.
I think I...

Hey, I'm doing you a favor, all right?

It's gonna get messy.

I'll take it from here.

Thanks for your help.

Buckle up.

FBI, ma'am. Jersey field office.

Mind if I see your ID?

My dad's a cop. Force of habit.

Your father sounds like a very smart man.

John: Kid, can you get bowman?

Uh, yeah.

It's completely dead.

Gabriel must have shut down
all the satellite links. Shit.

I'm sorry about Lucy, man.

About all of it.

It was my fault you got into this.
This wasn't your fight.

You got nothing to be sorry about.

Let go of me, you bastard.
This bitch is a handful.

Are you gonna be all right?

Hey. Behave or I will hurt you.

Oh, yeah? Let's step outside,
just you and me. We'll see who hurts who.

You really are his daughter.

Tie her wrists.

Trey, Gabriel wants to see you.

Is it that time already? Yeah.

I'll be back in a second.

No, no, no, please.

We're showing a breach on an exterior vent.

Go take a look.

Don't be long. We're packing up soon.

Hey, mcclane, do we have anything
resembling a plan?

John:
Yeah, find Lucy and kill everybody else.

Farrell: No, I mean more like a plan.
Like, a way to do that.

John:
I gotta get a gun. Keep your eyes open.

Come on.

Farrell: Okay, according to the layout, the
chilling towers are kept on the bottom level.

Keep your voice down.

I think mine's locked.

Okay. Now it looks like
we're getting somewhere.

Okay, this looks like it controls the cooling
system for the mainframe, which should be...

If I can just hack in...

And trip the alarm,
it might alert bowman.

Someone set off the alarms.

Yes. Thank you, detective. I can hear that.
Find a way to turn it off.

What have you got?

We got a problem.
The alarms went off at woodlawn.

It's gotta be him.

And what's woodlawn?

It's NSA. A secure facility
outside of Baltimore.

It's a failsafe we built after 9/11
to back up all financial information.

The moment the networks were hit, all financial
data began downloading to those servers.

Banks, wall street, corporate records,
government funds. All of it.

Basically, a backup for
the accumulated wealth of america.

All in one location?

What could Gabriel do with it?

If he could get in, he could download
the data, use it to siphon billions.

Or, knowing him, he could erase it all
and send us all back to the stone age.

Why the hell wasn't I told about this?
Frankly, it's above your pay grade.

My pay grade?

I'm in charge of the infrastructure,
you arrogant prick.

How the hell did Gabriel find out about
this when even I didn't know about it?

He designed it.

It was his program.

He knew that hacking your system
last night would trigger the download.

Farrell: Let me see if I can get
a floor plan of this place.

Russo: Don't move.

You, get away from the bag. Now.

Okay, okay.

We've been waiting for you.

Yeah? I've been waiting for you too.

John: Fuck this motherfucker!
Russo: Aah!

Mcclane!

Mcclane!

Kid?

Thomas: Emerson.

We have a problem in
one of the cooling towers.

Tower seven. Tower seven.

Find out what's going on.

Get the hr team into choppers.
We need to get to woodlawn.

They're saying it'll take at least
20 minutes to get the team on site.

We don't have 20 minutes.

Look, the Pentagon
has jets flying cap over D.C.

Have them send one to woodlawn
and keep an eye on things.

Let's go.

Where's my daughter?

Thomas: Russo, check in.

Yeah, I think Russo's on his way down
to meet your girlfriend, dickhead.

Hold on a minute.
Looks like he's coming around.

It's mcclane. He's on the third floor.

John:
Get all that? That's right.

I'm on the third floor.
But I'm coming to get you.

Time to take a nap, pal.

Kill this guy and I'll give you mai's cut.

Oh, shit. Oh, god.

My algorithm.

Okay, please, god.

Please, god.

Oh, Jesus, they're going after the money.

Thomas: You coming to get me, John?
Is that the plan?

Yep, that's my plan.

What makes you think I won't put
a bullet in your daughter's head?

Because you're scared of me.
You think I'm afraid of you?

Otherwise, she'd be dead already.
She's your bargaining chip.

Stop there. Hands up.

If you kill me,
you'll never get it open.

Move away. Move!

You know, John, I feel like
we've gotten off on the wrong foot.

And because of that,
you think I'm the bad guy.

Nothing could be further from the truth.
I'm the good guy.

I told them this could happen
if they didn't prepare.

Did I get a thank-you? No, I got a
fuck-you. But they wouldn't listen.

You got their attention now, don't you?
That's right.

I am doing the country a favor.
Heh, heh. By tearing it apart.

Better me than some outsider.
Some religious nutjob bent on armageddon.

Nobody wants to see that happen.

Everything I've broken can be fixed
if the country is willing to pay for it.

Oh, fuck you.
It's always been about the money.

What? I shouldn't get paid for my work?
I'm working my ass off here, John.

I'm on my way to bring you
a big fucking check.

I can't talk to this guy. You talk to him,
see if you can get him to focus.

Dad?

Hi, baby.

Now there are only five of them.

Hang on, Lucy. I'm coming.

Would somebody
please kill this son of a bitch?

We have a problem.

There's actually no problem.
I just got off on the wrong floor.

Trey: This is a mess.

Wow, I'm truly impressed, man.
Hacking every byte of financial data...

For the entire country would take weeks
unless you eliminated the congestion.

That's what this fire sale is about,
isn't it?

Heh. That's brilliant.
Yes, it is. Please be quiet.

Asshole. Who are you?

Matt Farrell.

Lucy mcclane.

I thought your name was gennaro.
Lucy gennaro.

Not today.

Can you crack the code?
Maybe. I mean, if! Had enough time.

That's encouraging.

Take them with us.

Let's go. Let's go.

Gabriel, Pentagon just sent
an f-35 towards us.

Keep an eye on it.

Pulling down the go codes now.

You might wanna think about
what you want on your headstone, asshole.

Christ! Goddamn hamster.

There you go.

Stay still, spider-boy.

That's right.

Goddamn it!

Oh, no.

You probably shouldn't antagonize them,
since they have all the loaded guns.

Take a minute and dig deep for a bigger set
of balls, because you're gonna need them.

Wow. I know that tone. It's just weird
hearing it from someone with hair.

Sir.

Why? You're just gonna kill me if I fix it.
I know that.

Lucy: Stop.

Oh, shit.

I'm not gonna do it.

No, no, no. Shit.
Emerson: Robinson is coming pretty fast.

I'm sorry, what?
Something's wrong.

Robinson is coming too fast.

Trey: It's not Robinson.

That would be my dad.

John: Freddy?

Freddy.

It's John mcclane.

Look, I know you can hear me.
This is your frequency, right? 666.

Come on, pick up the Mike, Freddy.

Nobody here by that name. Sorry.

Hacker jerk off!

I need you to do whatever it is you do
to patch me through to the FBI.

To deputy director bowman.

You hear me? Are you serious?

You want me to intentionally
open up a com line...

To the head of the FBI's cyber division?
I don't think so.

Freddy, goddamn it,
they have my daughter!

I can do that. Hold on.

Thank you.

Dispatch: This is central.
We have a patch for director bowman.

Sir. Central's trying to reach you.

Bowman, it's mcclane. Mcclane.

Listen to me. Gabriel is on the 695
headed north in a Hazmat truck.

Bowman: Wait, Gabriel has left woodlawn?
We're headed there right now.

Bowman. He's got my daughter.

Listen, this Hazmat truck is a government
vehicle, so it should be lojacked, right?

Track that down, it should take you to him.

Give me the tag number.
All right. Hang on. Here it comes.

Golf. Tango.

Five. Niner. Two. November.

Got it. Mcclane, where is Farrell?

He's with them.

Listen to me.

I'm gonna go in there and get Lucy out,
but if something happens to me...

You gotta send the cavalry in,
you hear me? I mean everybody.

Don't let that maniac get my daughter.

John, don't worry.
I want your word, bowman.

Yeah, you have it.

Mcclane out.

Did you get the go codes?

Trey. Did you get the go codes?
Yes. I got the codes.

Can you connect me to the pilot?
Uh... uh...

Isolating his radio.

Sending him the go codes.

Av-81, this is marine air wing atc.
Pilot: Go forav-81.

Confirmed terrorist vehicle
located in your sector. A big rig truck.

Currently in pursuit of a Hazmat vehicle.
Pilot: I see them.

You are authorized to engage
and destroy.

Copy that. Av-81 engaging.

What?

Jesus Christ! Goddamn it!

You're shooting at the wrong guy!

I don't think daddy's coming, honey.

Jackass!

Is that it? Huh?

Is that your best shot?

Come on!

Damn it.

John: Comeon

Argh!

Let's go. Come on.

That way. It's that way. Go.

Man: Let's go. Move it.

We are leaving in three minutes.

You have one.

The rules haven't changed.
You'll kill me the minute I unlock it.

Aah! No!

Farrell: Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Matthew?

Matthew!
I really need you to pay attention.

The rules can always change.
Okay, wait.

I'm gonna shoot her in ten seconds.
Wait, wait, wait.

Nine.

I can't.

Eight.

I can't.

Oh, god.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Six.

Okay, stop. Stop, stop.
I'm doing it. I'm doing it.

Oh, god. Oh, my god.

Trey: Feds are headed this way.

Get everything on the plane.
Yep.

Dad. Thomas: Careful.

Don't worry, baby.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Lucy: Daddy!

Lucy:

Jesus Christ.

You got her?

You're sure?

Nice effort, though.

Matthew.
Oh, shit. All right, okay.

Okay. I'm doing it. I know.

Mcclane.

Would you do me a favor?

I know the lights are beginning to dim,
but if you could just hang on for a second.

As soon as Matt's finished,
I'm gonna kill him and your daughter.

And I would love for you
to see that.

Goddamn it. Matthew?

Ten seconds, okay?
You'll have all your money.

You just leave. No one has to get hurt.
A few seconds. Stay with me.

Mcclane. Unh!

Stay with me. Lucy: Dad?

On your tombstone it should read: "Always
in the wrong place at the wrong time."

How about,
"yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker."

Lucy: Daddy.Daddy.Daddy.

Are you okay?
Yes, baby, I'm fine.

I knew you'd come for me.

Of course I'd come for you, honey.
Sorry it took me so long. It's okay.

Agent 1: Move, move!

Freeze!

Hold, hold. He's okay.

Agent 2: Get that vehicle.
Agent 3: Come around.

Here, help daddy up. Okay.

Unh! Wait, wait.
I think I'll just stay here for a minute.

Okay. Daddy, you're out of your mind.
What are you talking about?

You shot yourself.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Don't tell these guys that I did that.
Lucy: Heh, heh.

Thanksforahyourhem, John
thank you.

Is he okay?

Shouml[nnrnyhandsup?
No, dontputyourhandsup.

Put them down farther?

Might die of shock
on the way to the hospital.

All right.

I'll be right back.

Hey. Oh, hey.

How's it feel to be shot?
It actually feels great.

He gave me some...
What's it called? Morphine.

Well, you got your merit badge now.
Yeah. I don't know what that means.

Plus, you know, chicks dig scars.
Really? Hm.

Not that one.

What? Don't even think about it.

How did you know what I was thinking?
Did she say something to you?

I felt like we had kind of a vibe.
Easy. That's just the morphine kicking in.

Besides, after all we've been through,
I'd hate to have to beat you to death.

That would suck.

Good to go? Yeah, all set.

Take care of yourself.
I'll see you at the hospital.

Hey.

Thanks for saving my daughter's life.

Hey.

What was I gonna do?

That's what makes you that guy.

So, um,
did he say anything about me?

Jesus, Lucy.

What? I'm sorry. I'm just asking.

I'm in enough pain already.

Hospital.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag

ooh, they're red, white and blue

and when the band plays "hail to the chief"

ooh, they point the Cannon at you, lord

it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, son

it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no

some folks are born
silver spoon in hand

lord, don't they help themselves, oh

but when the taxman comes to the door

lord, the house looks
like a rummage sale, yes

it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no

it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah, now

some folks inherit star-spangled eyes

ooh, they send you down to war, lord

and when you ask them
"how much should we give?"

Ooh, they only answer
"more, more, more," oh

it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, son

it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no

it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no

it ain't me