A Good Day to Die Hard Page #3

Main tower.

Main tower.

Which floor?

Top floor.

What about security?

You remember any guards?

Cameras? Anything like that?

I don't know.

Well, I need you to remember.

I was in prison for five

years, how should I know?

Everything could have changed.

I know.

Just think, all right?

Picture it in your head.

The ballroom was closed in '89.

I think it's under

construction now.

JACK:
So that floor's

unsecured.

KOMAROV:
I don't know! Listen!

My daughter is in there.

I'm scared to death, let's go!

(WHISTLES)

Just calm down, Yuri.

(BEEPS)

(ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR BELL RINGS)

I guess you have

done that before.

Smart.

I could have done it.

(ELEVATOR BELL RINGS)

Irina?

Irina?

Irina?

Papa.

Irina.

Papa!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

That's tender.

Really? I wouldn't know.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Need a hug?

We're not really

a hugging family.

That's right.

We just have to get one thing...

...and then we're leaving Moscow for good.

OK?

OK.

Who are they?

The young one works for CIA.

The old one is his father.

Americans.

Then thank God for them.

There's something

no good about this.

Just shut up, all right?

I'm telling you, Jack,

this smells bad.

Just stop, okay?

This might seem like a totally

foreign concept, you know?

I know you love to just

run in, making sh*t up.

But like any professional,

I have a plan.

So let's just

stick to it, okay?

Just move your plan along.

All right, Yuri, come on. Let's

grab the key, get out of here.

Yes.

Just take a moment.

How you doing?

Fine.

How did you get

over here so quick?

Well...

I took Garden Ring.

Oh, the Garden Ring. Supposed

to always be bad, right?

(GRUNTS)

Hey, John.

Did you get stuck in traffic?

I have it! I have it.

Welcome, Americans.

(GASPS)

Put your goddamn

guns down, a**hole!

(SHUSHING)

Papa, what is going on?

Give me your weapons.

Come and get them.

(LAUGHS)

Really?

Really.

Papa.

Yuri.

Do it.

I thought you were

a problem child.

This a part of your plan,

Mr. Professional?

What are you doing?

It's about money, papa...

...millions of dollars.

You think life was easy for me?

While you were sitting in prison being a victim?

But.

I'm your father.

And I am your daughter.

We should kill the old man now.

We still need him.

But then you can kill.

Thank you.

Hi.

I don't know if I'm

saying this right.

Hi.

Do you know what I hate

about the Americans?

Everything.

Especially cowboys.

I could have been a dancer.

I swear to God.

But nobody supported me.

You two

have been such a

pain in the ass!

Come on, come on!

I prefer dancing, really.

But killing is much, much better

than working in a grocery shop!

Jesus Christ!

(LAUGHS)

Nice one.

(GRUNTS)

You guys. So arrogant.

It's not 1986, you know.

Reagan is dead.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLING CONTINUES)

Sorry. Oh, God.

(CHUCKLES)

What's funny there?

Can't tell you.

It's not you.

I love these outfits.

You guys are looking good.

(ALL LAUGHING)

That was enough, thank you.

(LAUGHING STOPS)

Let's dance.

Come on! Come on!

(MEN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

Jack!

Remember the last time we talked

just before you went away?

Oh, no! No, no!

You're not gonna open up

to me right before we die!

No,

that's not your thing, John.

What's my thing?

F***ing killing bad guys,

that's your thing!

You're not gonna die today!

Go!

Sh*t!

F***.

We're finished, John.

(CHATTERING IN RUSSIAN

ON RADIO)

I'm taking care of it now.

JACK:
I can't believe this.

I can't believe this.

This is unbelievable.

Jack. Hey!

Jesus!

Come on!

Let's get out of this building!

(MCCLANE COUGHING)

Where are they?

Come on.

Alik, that's it. We're done!

Let's go!

Break left!

Copy, Commander.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Do you have him?

Yes.

And the file?

Does he have it?

I need that file, Alik.

He's taking us to it.

No more mistakes, Alik.

And when you have the file...

...kill them both.

Yes, sir.

(COUGHING)

Sh*t.

That was exciting.

Yeah. Loads of fun.

You wanna go again?

Are you shot?

No.

No, I'm fine.

Let me take a look at that.

It's fine.

Oh, f***.

I can't believe she betrayed

her father for Chagarin.

I don't understand that.

Someday you will.

Kids.

What's our next move?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I don't know, all right?

I mean, I'm out of moves.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I screwed up.

I blew the mission.

Well, then we're done, right?

Yeah, we're done.

We're done.

We should just go home.

We'll stop by a little pharmacy

on our way out of Moscow,

get you some Merthiolate

or mercury

and fix up your

little scratches, here.

Get you home.

Get a little toy set.

Get yourself a nice warm glass of

milk with a little Bosco in it.

Get your CIA slippers.

All right.

What?

I get it.

What the hell are we gonna do?

What's in the file?

Evidence on Chagarin.

Evidence about what?

Chernobyl.

Look, listen to me.

Komarov and

Chagarin used to have this

nasty little side-racket

going on back in the day.

They siphoned weapons-grade

uranium, got greedy,

caused the meltdown.

Then, you know, they fell out.

Former partners, bad break-up.

Scumbags.

So, Chagarin had

Komarov thrown in jail.

You know, put him in a hole,

forget about him.

Doesn't have to worry anymore.

So what happened to rescuesque?

Well, he grew a conscience.

Yeah, well, that figures.

Listen, Chagarin is bad news.

He's the real deal.

If we see this guy in control, we're

gonna see the whole thing fall apart.

I'm talking terrorism,

WMDS,

nukes.

Someone has to stop him.

Well, that's what we do.

We go out to Chiapep

and we do our thing.

Our thing?

Yeah.

We go out there

and kill a lot of scumbags.

What? You got

something better to do?

All right. Pull it.

You're not gonna cry, are you?

Just pull it.

Everybody needs a good cry

once in a while, Jack.

Don't be ashamed.

Pull it.

You remember that time when

you and Ralphie Mauser were gonna

have that house-painting job?

Got your finger

caught in the ladder,

you cried for

about five, six days.

John, just pull it!

All right.

On three. Here you go.

One, two...

(GRUNTS)

Good God.

Jesus.

When was the last time

you had a tetanus shot?

You all right?

Yeah.

We need a car.

Atta boy.

Back to work.

Hey, Watergate,

how's that lock coming?

Almost there.

Here, try these.

Come on.

Oh, stealing. That's nice.

Real nice, John.

Yeah, I'm up for the

Father of the Year award.

Whoa.

(JACK LAUGHS)

All right.

How'd you know all of these

guns were gonna be here?

It's a Chechen hangout.

Owner doesn't like

guns in the club,

so these bozos leave

them in their cars.

You learn a lot in three years.

Yeah.

You sleeping?

I was.

Jet-lag.

Jeez, when was the last time

we were in a car together?

Drive home from Trenton.

I had to bail you out for that

weapons charge.

Yeah?

No, it was the fire thing,

right?

When you set South Philly

on fire, you mean?

(LAUGHING)

We had to take out a second mortgage

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