A Good Day to Die Hard

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(PROTESTERS SCREAMING)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN

OVER MEGAPHONE)

The authorities in Russia

are bracing themselves today

for mass protests

against the trial

of former billionaire

Yuri Komarov.

The case against Mr. Komarov

has caused widespread division

amongst the Russian public,

some of whom view his incarceration

as a political maneuver

orchestrated by this man,

defense minister

candidate Viktor Chagarin.

What do you want Viktor?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Why are you doing this?

What do you want to accomplish tomorrow?

I'm prepared to pay for my sins.

You should prepare yourself too.

Yuri,

let's be civil about this. We were friends once...

...are could be again.

Just give me the file...

...and I'll hand your life back to you.

Forget this stupid trial.

I don't want my life hack.

You think I'm going to let you talk tomorrow?

No one is going to hear you!

I own everybody in that courtroom.

You don't own me.

Mike.

Chagarin's making

a move on Komarov.

Sh*t.

I'll see if we got local.

We are ready to get started.

Make the call.

You won't disappoint me?

Have I ever disappointed you?

Anton.

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

Alik, it's Viktor.

Yuri Komarov says hello...

It's time to grab him.

Yuri Komarov?

...and GOODBYE.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE)

McClane.

Hey, Murph, how you doing?

Nice grouping, Grandpa.

Yeah, not bad.

Is that it?

Yep. We found him.

It's not good, John.

Hospital or morgue?

Worse.

When was the last time

you spoke to this kid?

It's been a while.

Maybe a few years, even.

Last time I saw him,

it was pretty ugly.

Well, there's a few different

versions in there,

but my people are pretty sure he's

being held at a Moscow prison

awaiting sentencing.

What's he charged with?

It's a nasty sheet.

He'll be lucky to get life.

He can never get

out of his own way.

He had a lot of problems.

He's still my kid.

I know.

But it's Russia. They do

things differently over there.

Me, too.

(CHUCKLES)

Good luck, Poppy.

Thanks, kid.

(SHOUTING)

God damn you! God damn it!

(DROPS GUN)

WOMAN ON PA:
Welcome to John F.

Kennedy International Airport.

Thanks, kid.

MURPHY:
McClane, good luck.

See you soon.

(DOOR OPENS)

(LIGHTER FLICKS)

(CIGARETTE SIZZLES)

(EXHALES)

I was told you had something to offer me?

You're looking for evidence against Yuri Komarov?

Perhaps.

Put me in the courtroom with him...

...and I'll testify that Komarov hired me to murder Anton.

Did he?

I'll testify under oath.

That's good enough, isn't it?

(DJ CHATTERING IN RUSSIAN

ON RADIO)

(STAMMERING IN BROKEN RUSSIAN)

...Draganskiy courthouse?

You speak Russian?

How did I do?

Well, you asked for

a large bag of hair

on the way to

Taganskaya courthouse.

But I got it.

I got it.

Good.

Traffic sucks here, too, huh?

Sex?

You want sex? Sexy clubs?

No. No sex.

It sucks, this traffic.

What is it? An accident?

No.

Garden Ring. Is bad.

Always traffic, always traffic.

You're American?

Yeah, American. New York.

The Big Apple.

(SINGING) I want to wake up

in that city that never sleeps

That's it.

Frank Sinatra.

Chairman of the Board.

That's right.

The Chairman. Yeah.

You sing good.

(SINGING) These little town

blues are melting away

Yes, I sing.

I sing all the time.

Yeah.

(SINGING) King of the hill

Top of the world

Huh?

Heap. "Top of the heap."

All right, all right. Taganskaya

courthouse, right there.

Two blocks.

You better walk, traffic is bad.

Really bad.

What do I owe you?

Hey, no money.

No money, you let me sing.

You let me sing.

You listen to my singing.

No money.

Welcome to Moscow.

CABBIE:
(SINGING) That little

town blues are melting away

SINATRA:
(SINGING) I'm gonna

make a brand new start of it

In old New York

(SIREN WAILING)

MALE REPORTER:
...protests

in central Moscow,

following a day of

demonstrations in Russia.

The unrest comes as authorities have been

accused of fraud

throughout the country's elections.

FEMALE REPORTER:
...some pictures

out of Russia right now.

Protests happening there.

This is a look

at the demonstration.

(BIRDS SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(PROTESTERS CHANTING)

(PROTESTERS YELLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(CROWD CHATTERING)

(JUDGE BANGING GAVEL)

Quiet!

Order in the courtroom!

(GAVEL BANGING CONTINUES)

Order in the courtroom!

Order!

Seal the doors!

(CLOCK TICKING)

(INDISTINCT)

Detonator.

But, sir... the drivers?

Detonator.

It's gonna be loud.

(GRUNTS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Hey!

(ALARM RINGING)

(PANTING)

(YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

Quick!

Come on, come on!

Come on now!

Come, come.

Come!

The cage.

Check the cage.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GRUNTS)

They are not here.

No kidding.

(SIREN WAILING)

What's happening?

Take Komarov alive...

...kill the other one.

Yes.

Alik.

We need this file.

Put that on!

Who are you?

Your best friend.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Jack!

Dad?

Get out of the van!

What are you doing here?

Jack! Hey!

McCLANE:
Jack!

Sh*t.

Komarov! Komarov!

Quick... get the truck!

Quick... get the truck!

Go home.

What the f***

do you think...? Jack!

You're out of your depth, John.

Jack! What are you doing?

No! No!

We need him alive!

Jack!

You're gonna shoot me?

You're gonna

shoot your own father?

You shouldn't be here, John.

You shouldn't be here.

What are you doing?

Jack!

Whoa!

You're gonna

f***ing run over me?

You're only making it worse!

Jack.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Get out of the way!

Call a cop!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(HORNS HONKING)

Come on, go!

(MAN YELLS)

Idiot.

Reaper One?

Reaper One from 6-1-0.

Who's got him?

Clock's running. Foxy.

On the paper now. Box on.

Copy that. Box on.

MAN:
Okay, here we go.

6-1, Reaper, we read you.

Go ahead.

Reaper, how are we looking?

Your guy is late.

His rate of

progress is way off.

MET now plus 6 minutes.

MCC Reaper. MET now plus 6.

This is

un-frigging-believable.

MCC Reaper.

That's not how it works.

Something's off. I know this guy.

This doesn't happen.

MCC Reaper, 6-1 is in the hole.

Stand by.

6-1, be advised,

your window is closed.

Time on target is no-go.

I say again, TOT is no-go.

Reaper, this is real-world,

not exercise, do you copy?

No, sir, Moscow police will

have shut down the Garden Ring.

Reaper!

He's no-go for extraction.

It's too late. Shut it down.

Pull it!

MAN:
6-1, mission window is closed.

Reaper is out of here.

Come on!

Sh*t!

Get me Operations.

Reaper!

Get Mike Collins looped in.

Tell him it's Plan B,

safehouse. Go now!

Plan B. No choice.

Sh*t.

It's blown.

They shut the Garden Ring.

Harvest is in effect.

Keep on working.

Let's finish this, Foxy.

Damn you, McClane!

Damn you!

(HORN HONKING)

Oh, f***!

Jack!

I'm not done talking to you!

Who is this?

Come on, go!

Concentrate, please.

That's right,

come on through, yeah!

See if you can hit this guy!

Jesus!

(MAN YELLING)

I'm tired of this guy.

RPG now!

Jesus!

You missed!

Interesting choice, man.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Whoa!

Hey! Whoa!

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