A Good Day to Die Hard Page #4

on the house to make your bail.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

It was funny.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

Are we really

going to Chernobyl?

Yeah.

The Chernobyl.

The radioactive joint?

Meltdown?

That's the one.

It's not the Chernobyl

in Switzerland, right?

With all the skiing and

the snow and everything?

You mean Grenoble?

No, sorry,

we're not going to Grenoble.

Eddie Collins's kid took

him on vacation last year.

They went down to Boca.

Oh, yeah?

Spent four days at the track.

Well, that's nice.

That's relaxing.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

We have to go to Chernobyl?

Yeah, sorry about that.

But all the radioactive stuff

is out, right?

Is it as you remember, papa?

I don't want to remember.

Tough.

The file...

...is in the inner vault.

Very touching.

Let's move.

Which one is it?

Get moving, old goat.

Couple of fresh coats of paint and

a weedwacker and it's good to go.

You know, at first, they

denied anything even happened.

Held a children's parade

the next day to prove it.

24 hours later, 50,000

residents were evacuated.

Never came back.

As soon as they get in that

vault, Komarov's a dead man.

All right.

You got a plan?

Not really.

I kind of thought

we'd just wing it.

You know, run in, guns blazing,

making sh*t up as we go.

Yeah?

Yeah.

What is this? A pirate gun?

Yeah. It's old school, man.

Like you, right?

Yeah, like me.

One of these days, I'm gonna

have a long talk with you.

Look, Jack,

I'm sorry your

partner got killed.

I'm sorry I f***ed up your day.

That wasn't my plan.

I caused you problems.

You know, I came here

for something else.

And all that other bullshit.

I mean,

I had a pretty good day.

It's fun,

running around with you.

It's good to see you.

I love you, boy.

You, too.

I want you to know

I got your back.

I got yours, too.

All right. Let's go kill

some motherfuckers.

Key.

(LOCK DISENGAGES)

(RUMBLING)

ALIK:
Okay,

what the f*** is this?

I'm losing my patience. The

f***ing file better be here.

KOMAROV:
Radiation has been

pooling in this room for decades.

(IRINA LAUGHS)

IRINA:
You've underestimated

us, Daddy dearest.

Bring it in!

Atta boy.

Come on! Come on!

IRINA:
Compound 27-4. It

neutralizes radiation, trust me.

(MEN CHATTERING IN RUSSIAN)

(BEEPING)

All clear.

We can ditch the suits.

The hell is that?

One billion euros worth

of enriched uranium.

What?

Don't worry,

it's stable in this form.

File!

ALIK:
Irina, cut the crap,

please.

No one here is speaking about uranium.

Where's the file?

(C*CKS GUN)

No more games,

where is the file?

That's no longer your concern.

(EXHALES EXCITEDLY)

Sunshine...

...you did well.

I told you...

...everything would work out.

Come to papa.

Pap, you're a genius.

I know.

Load it up.

Pegasus?

Do you copy?

(PEGASUS RESPONDS IN RUSSIAN)

(WORKERS CHATTERING IN RUSSIAN)

A lot of hardware for a file.

Wheels up in five minutes.

Perfect.

Here you go, sir.

Team extraction completed. She's all yours.

Good...

(BEEPS)

(LINE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Are you inside?

Yes, yes, Viktor.

I'm inside.

Yuri?

You surprised?

I'm in the same place where it all started...

...before you betrayed me.

Remember...

...you promised to give me my life back.

You gave it back to me.

I thank you for that.

And now...

...I'm going to take yours.

(CHOKING)

(NECK SNAPS)

Static 4, we are ready for take off.

Static 4, do you copy?

Yuri!

Yuri.

Where's the dancer?

You okay? You hurt?

No.

I'm good.

(COUGHS)

(WEAKLY) I'm all right.

What's in these boxes?

Thank God you're here, Jack.

We have to leave.

They're coming back any minute.

Just let me get the file.

What's in the boxes?

It's U-235.

Weapons-grade uranium.

Armored cases.

(COUGHS)

The bomb kind?

Yeah, the bomb kind.

Not so fast, Eddie.

Are you crazy?

Yeah, a little bit.

I'm getting the file.

No. No, you're not.

The key. It's your

vault, isn't it, Yuri?

What? No. No, I...

You put this

sh*t in here, right?

What? No.

Right?

I didn't know, Jack.

(COUGHS)

Is that the dancer down there?

What are you talking about?

That's a tough break

for a good athlete.

Jack, you know me.

(KOMAROV SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Yeah, I know you. I know you.

I know him better.

Never was a file,

was there, Yuri?

Of course there was no file.

It was simply bait.

What I needed

was in this vault.

Chagarin was

the only one with enough

power and influence

to get me out of jail.

I used him.

I used you.

It's about money.

When's it not about money?

You want to arrest me?

You're out of your jurisdiction,

Detective McClane, aren't you?

I wouldn't worry too much

about being arrested.

See, my boy

is in the CIA.

No phone call.

(WHISPERS) Spy sh*t.

Goddamn Americans.

You think you're so smart.

No, I'm not that smart.

I'm just on vacation.

My boy here.

He gonna put a whooping on you.

(GRUNTS)

Move!

You can say goodbye to your

daughter, you dumbwit f***.

Where's your

little Soltschanitsa?

Sh*t!

God damn it!

Sh*t!

(PANTING)

Irina, I'm going to the roof...

The roof!

McCLANE:
Jack!

Set at 91.

Power plant?

All good to go.

Let's go!

Subtle.

What the hell is in

those goddamn grenades?

Go get him!

I'm going to the helicopter!

Vadim, watch the tail.

Copy. You are at 120 meters...

...115 meters...

There is small arms fire coming from the roof.

We have a guest.

Hatch the tail for me there.

Come on!

Come on, hurry!

Vadim, give me firing control now...

Engaging!

(HELICOPTER WEAPONS WHIRRING)

McCLANE:
Jack!

Shoot him!

With pleasure, papa.

I'm on f***ing vacation!

Vadim! He is there! I see him!

The sh*t we do for our kids.

Yippee ki-yay, motherf***er.

What happened?

CG's shifted...

I've got full forward cyclic.

I can't hold it.

Jesus Christ!

Well done,

Mr. Super-spy.

What a shame your father won't

be alive to see you promoted.

(LAUGHING)

Neither will you.

(SCREAMS)

Hey! Jack!

Hang on, John!

(YELLS)

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

John!

Come on!

We're out of ammunition!

Sh*t.

Bastards.

What the hell are you doing?

This is for you, papa.

John!

John!

John!

(GASPING)

John!

Dad!

Right here.

Did you just call me Dad?

No.

I didn't think so.

You're hearing things.

You got swimmer's ear.

We're not gonna grow any third

arms or anything, are we?

No.

You might lose your hair.

Laugh it up, kid.

This is you,

five years from now.

It's rainwater.

You'll be fine.

Besides, it's hard

to kill a McClane.

Now you're a McClane?

Yeah, I'm a McClane.

John McClane.

John McClane Junior.

Well, that makes you a "senior."

That's right.

Try not to forget it.

I'm your father.

Have some respect

for your father.

Let me ask you something.

Do you go looking for trouble

or does it always

just seem to find you?

You know,

after all these years,

I still ask myself

the same question.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I had a dream last night

That I was piloting a plane

And all the passengers

were drunk and insane

I crash landed

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