Die Hard: With A Vengeance Page #3

My ch-ch-chair

with me in it?

Let me ask you

a question, bonehead-

Why are you trying

to k-k-k-kill me?

John,John,

calm yourself.

Why don't you

come down here

and we'll figure this out

like men?

If killing you

was all I wanted,

you'd be dead by now.

Simon, this is Inspector Cobb.

I can appreciate your feelings

for McClane,

but believe me,

the jerk isn't worth it.

He stepped on so many toes

in this department,

next month he'll be

a security guard.

His wife wants nothing

to do with him,

and he's two steps shy

of becoming an alcoholic.

One step, one step.

Now listen to me.

You sound like a real smart guy.

What is it you want?

Are you talking

about money?

Well, whatever, whatever.

McClane is a toilet bug.

Now what would it take

just to forget him

and live happily ever after?

Money is sh*t to me.

I would not give up McClane

for all the gold

in your Fort Knox.

McClane and the samaritan.

If you're competent

in the least,

you've found the briefcase,

so you know what

I mean by penalty.

I want to thank you for that vote

of confidence.

I thought it was

worth a try.

This guy's a raving maniac.

He couldn't be any clearer.

He gave you clues

to his identity,

he spoke German,

he called it

your Fort Knox,

and he stammered when McClane

pushed him.

You believe this guy

really can't be bought?

The very mention of money only

enraged him further.

What's that?

It's your shield.

You asking me

to be a cop again?

Ricky, get him his gun.

Hey!

You didn't answer

my question, Walter.

Are you done, Lieutenant?

You two better get going

to get to 72nd street

on time.

Joe, they go with backup.

You got it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm not going anywhere.

Simon says you got to go.

I'm not jumping through

hoops for some psycho.

That's a white man

with white problems.

Call me when he crosses

Hey.

Why'd you save my ass?

I didn't.

I stopped a white cop

from getting killed in Harlem.

One white cop

gets killed today,

tomorrow we got

all of them with itchy trigger fingers,

got it?

Get him back.

Where'd you find

that bomb?

Chinatown.

Sh*t.

Yo. Yo, partner.

Wait up.

Hey, hey,

I ain't your partner,

your neighbor, your brother,

or your friend.

I'm your total stranger.

O.K., stranger.

You know where that park is

at 115th street

and St. Nicholas?

Yeah. That's in Harlem.

Where do you think

we found that bomb?

Listen,

this guy doesn't care

about skin color,

even if you do.

What am I doing?

Cheer up. Things could be worse.

I was working

on a nice fat suspension,

smoking cigarettes and watching

Captain Kangaroo.

Come on.

O.K. They made it

to the phone,

but there's a problem.

How big a problem?

Oh, about 300 pounds.

Excuse me, ma'am.

We need this phone

for official

police business.

Honey, I'm a cop.

I need the phone.

Get off the damn phone, lady.

Police business.

Well, I never.

I can get used to this.

Find a phone across the street.

I'm the only one here

on official police business.

Don't do that sh*t again.

Let's get something

else straight-

you need me

more than I need you.

You don't like the way

I do things? I quit.

All right, I need you.

I need you more

than you need me.

Hello.

Birds of a feather

flock together.

So do pigs and swine.

Rats and mice

have their chance,

as will I have mine.

Nice. Rhymes.

Why was the phone busy?

Who were you calling?

The psychic hot line.

I'd advise you

to take this more seriously.

What should I say?

Simply say there was

a fat woman on it,

and it took a minute

to get her off.

Now,John, there's a significant amount

of explosive

in the trash receptacle

next to you.

Try to run,

and it goes off now.

I got a hundred

people out here.

That's the point.

Now do I

have your attention?

As I was going to St. Ives,

I met a man

with seven wives.

Every wife had seven sacks.

Every sack had seven cats.

Every cat

had seven kittens.

Kittens, cats,

sacks, and wives.

How many were going

to St. Ives?

My phone number is 555-

I didn't get that!

Say it again!

Not a chance.

But I didn't-

My phone number

is 555 and the answer.

Call me in 30 seconds

or die.

All right, seven guys

with seven wives-

Shut up, McClane.

Seven guys

with seven wives-

He said seven wives

with seven sacks.

Tell me the rest.

A sack with-

seven sacks-

Weren't you listening?

What's wrong with you?

A bad hangover, for one!

All right.

with seven cats-

Asking me

or telling me?

I'm telling you.

What you got, right?

Yeah.

Is that it? 2401?

That's it. Dial 555-2401.

No, wait, wait!

It's a trick.

I forgot about the man.

F*** the man!

We got 10 seconds!

He said how many

were going to St. Ives.

The riddle begins,

"as I was going to St. Ives. "

The wives aren't

going anywhere.

What are they doing?

How the hell

should I know?

Well, who's going to St. Ives?

The guy.

Just one guy?

The answer's 1.

How do you dial 1?

Hello,John.

Yeah, piece of cake.

Give us something

harder next time.

But you're 10 seconds late.

No, no!

The answer is 1!

There's a bomb in the trash can!

Get down!

Get down! There's a bomb!

Welcome to New York.

Yeah. Get up. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Bomb.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Yeah.

I didn't say Simon says.

It's 9:
50,John.

The number three train

is arriving now.

I left something provocative

on that train,John.

Simon says

get to the pay phone

next to the news kiosk

in Wall Street station

by 10:
20,

or the number three train

and its passengers vaporize.

Use any means of travel

other than civilian,

I blow the train.

Attempt to evacuate

the subway,

I blow the train.

I call you in 30 minutes.

be there.

F***.

in New York traffic?

It could be double that.

We don't even have a car!

Hey, hey, sir!

I'm a cop.

I'm requisitioning this car

for official police business.

Thanks very much. Get in.

Pretty slick.

I used to drive a cab.

The fastest way south is-aah!

What the f***

are you doing?

You were saying?

I was saying

I used to drive a cab,

and 9th avenue is

the fastest way south.

We seem to be going east.

Where the hell

are you going?

the quickest way-

I know what I'm doing.

Not even God knows

what you're doing!

They're headed east

on 72nd towards the park.

Wall Street is south!

Stop yelling.

I got a headache.

The best way south

is not 9th.

It's through the park.

Oh, dear.

I told you Park Drive's

always jammed.

I didn't say Park Drive.

I said through the park.

Sh*t! We lost them

in the park headed south.

Get out of here!

What are you, cr-

I got him, Connie.

He's taking the scenic route.

Out of the way!

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