Die Hard: With A Vengeance Page #2
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- Year:
- 1995
- 128 min
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Start acting crazy,
like loony tunes,
like Bellevue.
Hey, Zeus.
This your friend?
He look like
a friend of mine?
I think the dude just escaped
from some hospital,
you know,
like Bellevue?
I am the...
voice of my own God.
I told the librarian
that I had a bad headache,
but she didn't
believe me.
I really do have a bad headache,
a very bad headache!
My head does not-
Shut the f*** up!
You've made
a very bad mistake.
Bouya his ass.
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha!
Cut that sh*t off.
BLACK MAN #2
Fellas, fellas. Nature boy here hates niggas.
What are we gonna do about that?
Hold up, hold up,
hold up!
Oh, sh*t!
Back! Back up!
Back the f*** up!
Now!
Come on, man,
get up.
Get out of here!
Stop the cab-
stop the goddamn cab!
Don't shoot me!
Get up! Come on, get up!
Back off.
I mean it!
I don't want to,
but I will.
Go, go!
Get the f***
out of here!
Don't stop. Don't stop.
Just keep driving.
Run the red light!
Here, man.
That's all I got.
Put that f***ing
money away.
Just run all the lights.
Drive.
You got it, boss.
That cut deep?
How the hell
would I know?
Just keep pressure
on it.
Oh, f***!
Jesus, right?
John McClane. I owe you.
Damn right you owe me!
Know what they're doing
to my shop right now?
Chill out.
Chill out?
Are you trying to relate to me?
Talk like a white man.
Look,Jesus,
I'm sorry-
Why you keep calling meJesus?
I look Puerto Rican?
Guy back there
called you Jesus.
He said, " Hey, Zeus. "
My name is Zeus.
Zeus?
As in father of Apollo,
Mount Olympus?
MCCLANE:
"Don't f*** with me or I'll shove a lightnin'
bolt up yo ass" Zeus!
You got a problem
with that?
No. I don't have
a problem with that.
Downtown. Police Plaza.
Oh, ho. Oh.
That's just great.
Record of all callers...
Textbook megalomania.
It's a pathological state
or omnipotence predominate.
He wants control
over him,
over his actions, over his thoughts,
even his emotions.
Sounds like
a secret admirer,John.
Yeah. Maybe he'll
send me flowers.
Everybody knows
you like pansies.
It's not that kind
of emotion.
This guy is ugly.
How is that?
Nothing wrong with him
a shower wouldn't cure.
Beer's normally taken internally,
John.
Just give me some aspirins,
will you?
O.K. Hold this here.
This is Fred Schiller,John,
and he's a-
Shrink.
Yeah, I got it.
Yes. I was saying that
we're dealing
with a megalomaniacal personality
with possible paranoid
schizophrenic-
Skip to the part
where you tell me
what the f*** this
has to do with me.
I don't know,
but it does have specifically
to do with you.
till you crumble,
dance to his tune,
then-
Put on a dress
and f*** me?
I was going to say
kill you.
He's sitting on
an awful lot of rage,
and it could be manifested physically
if he's stressed.
Somebody he arrested,
somebody he pissed off?
That could be
one long list.
F*** you,Joe.
These people don't like
to work anonymously.
They want you to know
who's doing it.
This name Simon is probably
not an alias.
It's probably Simon
or some variation.
"Simon, Robert E.
Busted in '86.
Extortion. Kidnapping.
Did seven years
for good behavior.
Released on a state work furlough
two months ago. "
Thanks. Bob Simon
was a bankrupt businessman
who kidnapped
his partner's daughter.
He's a fuckup,
not a psycho.
The other guy's nuts.
A nut who knows
a lot about bombs.
We found this
in a playground.
Professional.
Very cool stuff.
You know, boom.
Think you should slam it around
like that, Charlie?
It's unmixed.
Can't hurt it.
a binary liquid.
A what?
Like epoxy.
Two liquids.
Either one
by itself...
you got nothing.
But mix them...
Ricky.
Aah!
Charlie, you'll be wearing that chair
up your ass!
Christ almighty, Charlie!
Like I said,
very cool stuff.
With a package
like this,
you get a warning.
The bomb
has to arm itself.
The red liquid
pumps into the clear
before it detonates.
How long before?
Could be anything.
But once it's mixed...
be somewhere else.
This stuff has got
to be pretty rare.
Find out if any of it's
missing someplace.
Livermore labs-
theft over the weekend.
Got enough to make
another one,Joe?
About 2,000 pounds.
Of that?
The detonating mechanism
can be anything-
radio, electrical.
You could use a beeper
and phone it in.
Inspector!
It's him.
He's got a feedback
loop on it.
A nasty
little trick-
Charlie. Charlie.
What?
Want to start the trace?
Simon.
He bought a board, walked the street,
and survived.
Where are my pigeons now?
Pigeons?
I had two pigeons,
bright and gay,
fly from me the other day.
Why was it
that they did go?
You cannot tell.
You do not know.
You mean McClane.
No. I mean Santa Claus.
Yeah, I'm here.
And your friend?
Come on.
We need you in the other room.
Let's go. Come on.
They need you. Go.
Yeah, he's here, too.
May I speak with him?
Well, is the ebony samaritan
there now?
You got a problem
with ebony?
No, no. My only problem is
that I went
to some trouble
preparing that game
for McClane.
You interfered
with a well-laid plan.
You can stick
your well-laid plan
up your well-laid ass.
That was not smart.
There are lives
at stake here.
Not enough time,
Inspector.
You better hope
he calls back.
He will.
Ricky, tell those people
to shut the hell up
out there!
Hey! Keep it down here!
Simon.
He wasn't speaking
for all of us.
That was unpleasant.
Don't let it
happen again.
So what's your name,
boy?
Don't call me boy.
I'm sorry.
It was a poor attempt at humor.
I would send you home
with a chiding,
but now I think
you should join the game.
We got him.
A pay phone in Oslo.
Wait. They say it's Mexico.
Norway?
Now they're saying
it's Juarez, Mexico.
Forget it.
He's scrambling up
the system.
They don't know
where he is.
Having fun with the phone company,
are we?
Simon says McClane
and the samaritan
will go to
the subway station
at 72nd and Broadway.
I'll call you
in 15 minutes
on the pay phone
outside the station.
No police.
Failure to answer will constitute
noncompliance.
Do you understand me,John?
Oh, yes, I understand.
I understand
you're a f***ing wacko
who likes to play
kid's games.
Hardly.
Hardly?
Then who are you,
somebody I sent up?
What did you do, shoplifting,
purse snatching...
cross-dressing, what?
You c-c-couldn't
catch me
if I stole your ch-chair
with you in it.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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