Die Hard: With A Vengeance Page #4

Get out of there!

Watch it, watch it,

watch it, watch it.

Are you aiming

for these people?

No.

Maybe that mime.

Whoa!

Tree! Tree!

What's going on here, man?

Tree! Tree!

Hang on.

Rock! Rock! Rock!

McClane!

How do Catholics

do their thing?

North, South, West, East.

How much time?

Ha! 72nd and Broadway

to Central Park South

in three minutes.

It's got to be

a f***ing record.

Come on, get out-

Yeah.

Now what?

We need a fire truck.

What?

To follow.

LieutenantJohn McClane,

N.Y.P.D..

Access number 7479.

Calling from a civilian

transmitter.

Get me an emergency

dispatcher right away.

Dispatch. Go ahead.

I got two officers down

at 14th street and 9th avenue!

Need an ambulance! Over!

The Roosevelt Hospital

is two blocks from there.

Slow the f*** down,

McClane!

It's like football.

Get yourself a blocker

and head for the end zone.

If you'd said

Wall Street,

we could have followed

him all the way.

Wrong. South of 14th street

is a different hospital.

Hang on.

Time?

We're halfway there,

with 18 minutes to go.

F*** this!

Hang on.

Hang on!

Get out of here!

Take the wheel!

We should be ahead

of that train, right?

I'm getting on

that train.

You got to get to

that phone by 10:20.

You fail,

I cover your ass.

I fail,

you cover my ass.

If we both fail?

Then we're both f***ed.

Go, now! Get to that

phone booth by 10:20!

My lucky f***ing day.

Sh*t!

Look out, ma'am!

Look out! Look out!

Look out!

Get out of the way!

This is a bad idea.

Whoa!

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Get out of

the way, please.

This isn't a taxi.

You don't understand.

Your light's on.

I'll make it simple.

your medallion suspended.

What, you don't like

white people?

You got it.

Move your legs!

Get your legs out of the way!

Sorry. Sorry.

Hey! Excuse me.

Hey!

Sh*t!

Excuse me.

Watch out!

Excuse me, sir.

Pardon me, please. Excuse-

Would you step out?

I'm a cop.

step out for a minute.

Excuse me, please.

Can I get

through here, please?

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Pardon me.

Excuse me, but I'm expecting a call.

I need that phone.

Use the other phone.

Sir, please.

I need to use

that phone.

Hey, listen, bro,

I was here first.

Bro?

Get away from

the goddamn phone!

Put your hands up!

I have to answer

that phone.

Shut up and

get 'em in the air!

Excuse me!

Pardon me!

Watch your back!

Watch it!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm a New York police officer.

I'm going to ask you

to calmly and quietly

start moving toward

the other end of the car.

- Aah!

- Aah!

Go! Watch out!

Watch it! Watch it!

Go!

I have to answer

that phone.

Get 'em up!

Look, if you have to shoot me,

then you go ahead

and you shoot me!

But I have to answer

this phone!

All right?

I'm here.

And McClane?

He's on his way.

Uh, he's a little slow.

He's out of shape.

The rules applied

to both of you.

I'm afraid this is noncompliance.

Goodbye.

Trust me, guys...

duck.

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

McClane?

Hee hee hee hee.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Wha-

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

You can see right down

into the subway.

How many fire trucks?

You guys.

You guys.

How can you see

from up here?

Get in there.

Officer, tell those people

to get the hell back!

We got a shitload

of cuts and bruises,

a couple of concussions,

some old guy's

pacemaker stopped,

and a pregnant girl's water broke,

and that's all.

How you doing,John?

Still can't hear too good.

It's a miracle

you're still alive.

Yeah, that's the problem,Joe.

What?

The miracle part.

What are the odds of us

making it here on time?

Zip.

That bomb was going off

no matter what.

He wanted it to go off

right down here.

What's so special

about this place?

I don't know.

Something just doesn't add up.

Lieutenant McClane?

They're asking for you

and Mr. Carver.

Where?

John.

John, this is Andy Cross

with the FBI.

Mr. Jarvis. He's, uh-

I'm, uh,

with another agency.

It's good to meet you.

This is Lieutenant McClane.

This is Mr. Carver.

Uh, we got a couple of questions.

First...

do you recognize this guy?

No.

How about this one?

Mm-mm.

How about you?

Did you recognize

the voice on the phone?

No.

Did you, uh,

notice any cars

following you?

No.

Anybody following

you at all?

Any kind

of surveillance-

telephone, house,

anything unusual at all?

Well, now that

you mention it,

I have experienced a...

you know,

like a burning sensation

between my toes.

I thought it was just some

athlete's foot

or something.

We read your jacket,

Lieutenant.

We were told you

would be cooperative.

Cooperate with what?

We're wasting time here.

You want to share

information,

how about sending

a little our way?

We want to hear

what he knows first.

We want to hear

what he knows first.

I know as much as you know,

all right?

There's a guy out there

setting off bombs.

He calls himself Simon.

He speaks with

a German accent.

For some reason,

he's very angry with me.

Maybe you can tell me why,

fellas, huh?

The first man there

is Mathias Targo.

Was Hungarian army,

explosives expert.

Now we believe he's working

for the Iranians.

Working?

Freelance terrorism,

by contract.

Who's the girl?

Targo's other half.

Rumor is the Israelis

slipped a bomb

in between their sheets.

He wasn't at home,

but they think they got her.

The second man

was an obscure colonel

in the East German army.

Ran an infiltration unit,

the thing the Nazis did

at the Battle of the Bulge-

English-speaking troops.

I saw the movie.

All we know of him is

the GDR medical records show he suffers

from migraines.

His name is Peter...

Kreig.

Well, that is an exceptional report,

fellas.

What does this

have to do with me?

The name Gruber mean anything to you,

Lieutenant?

It rings a bell, yeah.

L.A.

What?

That thing in the building

in L.A.

Peter Kreig

was born Simon Peter...

Gruber.

He's Hans Gruber's brother.

So...

Yeah. It's that thing in L.A.

We figured he's got you fitted up

for a toe tag,

and he's going

to do anything

to get it tied.

Inspector!

Inspector, it's him.

Don't let him know

we're here.

Simon.

Inspector.

Now, who from the FBI

is in the van?

Let's see,

almost certainly Cross.

Come on, Andrew,

say hello.

Hello.

And I know

you never run alone,

so say hello, Bill.

Still trying to butch up

by chewing on your glasses?

Ha ha ha ha.

This, gentlemen, as they say,

is where the plot thickens.

I have put 2,400 pounds

of explosives

in one of the 1,446 schools

in greater New York.

It is fitted with a timer

set to explode

at exactly 3 p. m.

Thank you.

Your silence says

I'm understood.

Did you say

Yes, but please

don't interrupt again.

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