Die Hard

MCCLANE: You're all right, Argyle.

ARGYLE: Just remember that when you sign for the tip. They're paying for it, so don't be shy.

ARGYLE: So, you go on upstairs to the party, your lady sees you, you run into each other's arms. Music comes up, you live happily ever after, that it?

MCCLANE: It's corny, but I could live with it.

ARGYLE: What is it don't work out that way? Where you gonna stay?

MCCLANE: I'll find someplace.

MCCLANE: How 'bout some Christmas music?

ARGYLE: That is Christmas music.

MCCLANE: Like I said, Argyle...you're fast.

ARGYLE: Mind if I play some tunes?

MCCLANE: She had a good job, it turned into a great career.

ARGYLE: But meant her moving here.

MCCLANE: Closer to Japan. You're fast.

ARGYLE: So, why didn't you come?

MCCLANE: 'Cause I'm a New York cop who used to be a New York kid, and I got six months backlog of New York scumbags I'm still trying to put behind bars. I don't just get up and move.

ARGYLE: You mean you thought she wouldn't make it out here and she'd come crawling on back, so why bother to pack?

ARGYLE: The girl was off today. Hey, I didn't expect you to sit up front. So, your lady live out here?

MCCLANE: The past six months.

ARGYLE: Meanwhile, you still live in New York?

MCCLANE: You're nosey, you know that, Argyle?

ARGYLE: Hey, I'm sorry. When I was a cabdriver, see, people expected a little chit chat, a little eccentricity and comaraderie, I forgot how stuck up you limo guys were, so excuse me.

MCCLANE: It's okay, it's okay.

ARGYLE: So, you divorced of what?

ARGYLE: If your friend is hot to trot...I know a couple of mama bears. ...Or is he married?

MCCLANE: Married.

MCCLANE: Argyle. Don't you take this stuff?

ARGYLE: Do I? I'm sorry. You're gonna have to help me, man. This is my first time driving a limo.

MCCLANE: That's okay. This is my first time riding in one.

MCCLANE: I'm John McClane.

ARGYLE: Argyle. I'm your limo driver. Hey, nice bag.

ROBINSON: -- ten blocks? Are you crazy? It's Christmas Eve, thousands of people -- the Mayor'll scream bloody murder --

BIG JOHNSON: We must shut down the building. Go wider --!

BIG JOHNSON: One of yours?

ROBINSON: No, sir.

BIG JOHNSON: If he's not a terrorist, and he's not a hostage...he's just not part of the equation.

BIG JOHNSON: I'm Special Agent Johnson of the FBI. This is Agent Johnson...no relation.

ROBINSON: Dwayne Robinson, LAPD. I'm in charge here.

BIG JOHNSON: Not any more.

HOLLY: Where are you going?

ELLIS: I'm tired of sitting here waiting to see who gets us killed first... them...or your husband. Hi there.

HOLLY: What are you going to do?

ELLIS: Hey, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I can handle these clowns. I want to talk to Hans. Hans! Sprickenzie talk?

ELLIS: What's happening?

HOLLY: They don't look happy...something's gone wrong.

ELLIS: The police...?

HOLLY: John.

ELLIS: John? Christ, he could fuck this whole thing up...what does he think he's doing?

HOLLY: How about his job?

ELLIS: His 'job' is 3000 miles away. Without him, they might let us go...at least we have a chance...

HOLLY: Tell that to Mr. Takagi.

ELLIS: What am I, a method actor? Hans, babe, put away the gun. This is radio, not television...

MCCLANE: That asshole's not my friend! I barely know him! I hate his fucking guts -- -- Ellis, for Christ's sake, tell him you don't mean shit to me --

ELLIS: John, how can you say that, after all these years--? John? John?

ELLIS: John, I think you could get with the program a little. The police are here now. It's their problem. Tell these guys where the detonators are so no one else gets hurt. Hey, I'm putting my life on the line for you buddy...

MCCLANE: Don't you think I know that! Put Hans on! Hans, listen to me, that shithead doesn't know what kind of scum you are, but I do --

MCCLANE: Ellis...you shouldn't be doing this...

ELLIS: Tell me about it.

ELLIS: John, they're giving me a few minutes to try and talk some sense into you. I know you think you're doing your job, and I can appreciate that, but you're just dragging this thing out. None of us gets out of here until these people can negotiate with the LA police, and they're just not gonna start doing that until you stop messing up the works.

MCCLANE: Ellis, what have you told them?

ELLIS: I told them we're old friends and you were my guest at the party.

HANS: You're very perceptive.

ELLIS: Hey, I read the papers, I watch 60 minutes, I say to myself, these guys are professionals, they're motivated, they're happening. They want something. Now, personally, I don't care about your politics. Maybe you're pissed at the Camel Jockeys, maybe it's the Hebes, Northern Ireland, that's none of my business. I figure, You're here to negotiate, am I right?

HANS: You're amazing. You figured this all out already?

ELLIS: Hey, business is business. You use a gun, I use a fountain pen, what's the difference? To put it in my terms, you're here on a hostile takeover and you grab us for some greenmail but you didn't expect a poison pill was gonna be running around the building. Hans, baby...I'm your white knight.

HANS: I must have missed 60 Minutes. What are you saying?

ELLIS: The guy upstairs who's fucking things up? I can give him to you.

ELLIS: Hope I'm not interrupting...?

HANS: What does he want?

KARL: 'Asian Dawn Movement?'

HANS: I read about them in Time magazine. When these Revolutionary Brothers and Sisters are Free, the hostages in this building will be taken to the roof and they will accompany us in helicopters to the Los Angeles International Airport where you will be given further instructions. You have two hours to comply.

KARL: -- you wouldn't let me kill him when I had the chance --

HANS: If you'd listened to me he would be neutralized already!

KARL: I don't want neutral...I want dead --

KARL: He wasn't lying about Marco: He's thirty stories down on the street. The other man is Heinrich, and I found his body upstairs. And his bag is missing.

HANS: He had the detonators! Theo? Theo!

KARL: Hans, he killed by brother --

HANS: Karl, I know you want him, but the police are probably on their way. Maybe we can convince them it was all a mistake, but not if they hear gunshots! If you lock him in he'll be neutralized -- now do it! Karl? Karl!

HANS: No. Heinrich's team must finish planting the detonators...and Theo needs time on the vault. After the * police come they'll waste hours trying to negotiate...that's when we search * for this man. Until then...we do not alter the plan.

KARL: And if he alters it...? *

HANS: I know what you are feeling. But this is not productive --

KARL: He was my only brother...my only family! I want blood for my blood. We search...now.

KARL: Nothing...

HANS: See to Heinrich... Now...you can break the code key...?

TAKAGI: I don't know it! get on a Goddamn jet to Tokyo and ask the chairman! I'm telling you! You're just going to have to kill me --

HANS: Okay.

HANS: The code key, please...?

TAKAGI: It's useless to you! There's seven safeguards on our vault, and the code key is only one of them! You'll never get it open!

HANS: Yes...I know about them. The code key is a necessary step in accessing the vault.

TAKAGI: You want...money? What kind of terrorists are you?

HANS: Who said we were terrorists?

HANS: It's beautiful. I always enjoyed models as a boy. The exactness, the attention to every foreseeable detail... perfection.

TAKAGI: This is what this is about? Out building project in Indonesia? Contrary to what you people think, we're going to develop that region... not 'exploit' it.

HANS: Nein, dies ein ist mein. This time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly.

MCCLANE: That was Gary Cooper, shithead...

HANS: No more jokes, drop it or she gets it between the eyes!

MCCLANE: Whoa, Hans, now you're the cowboy?

HANS: 'Yippe-ki-yea, mother fucker'? Now you are fucked.

MCCLANE: Hans. Your Hans.

HANS: Put it down now.

MCCLANE: That was tricky, with the accent. I bet you do a great Ed Sullivan. Why do you need the detonators, Hans? I already used the explosives.

HANS: I'm going to count to three...

MCCLANE: Yeah. Like you did with Takagi.

MCCLANE: Bill, you know how to use a handgun?

HANS: One weekend I went to a combat ranch... You know, that game with the, the guns that shoot red paint? Must sound pretty silly to you...

MCCLANE: Sounds better than nothing.

MCCLANE: Better than being caught with your pants down, right? John McClane.

HANS: William Clay. Call me Bill.

HANS: You...you don't work for Nakatomi... and if you're not one of them...

MCCLANE: I'm a cop from New York.

HANS: New York...

MCCLANE: They invited me to the Xmas party. Who knew?

HANS: You...you're an American?

MCCLANE: Only if New Jersey counts.

HANS: --ohGodplease -- don't kill me -- don't kill me -- you're one of them, I know it --

MCCLANE: Whoa, whoa, easy man. I won't hurt you. Who are you? What are you looking for?

HANS: Hear that? Talk to me, where are my detonators. Where are they or shall I shoot another one? Sooner or later... ...I might get to someone you do care about.

MCCLANE: Go fuck yourself.

HANS: Mr. Mystery Guest. Are you still there?

MCCLANE: I wouldn't think of leaving, Hans. Unless you want to open the front door...?

HANS: I'm afraid not. But you have me at a loss -- you know my name, but who are you? Just another American who saw too many movies as a child. Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he's John Wayne...Rambo... Marshal Dillion.

MCCLANE: Actually, I was always partial to Roy Rogers. I really dug those sequined shirts.

HANS: Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?

MCCLANE: Bad for your health anyway.

HANS: Who are you, then?

MCCLANE: Just the fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench, the pain in the ass -

HANS: Encourage them to be bolder.

THEO: The only thing left for them is the City Grid... ...They may not do it.

HANS: ...the circuits that cannot be cut... are cut automatically in reponse to a terrorist incident...You ask for miracles, Theo...I give you the FBI...

THEO: When you're hot, you're hot.

THEO: You better heat up that miracle * you were talking about. We broke through on Number Six, and the Electromagentic came down like a sledgehammer...

HANS: * Well have a look at what our friends outside are doing and I'll be right up.

THEO: Three down, four to go --

HANS: Then don't waste time talking to me.

THEO: Yo!

HANS: We may have some problems. How is your schedule?

HANS: How long?

THEO: Thirty minutes to break the code... Two hours for the five mechanicals. The seventh lock...that's out of my hands.

HANS: If out plan works...the FBI will get rid of it for us.

HANS: Then there's no reason not to tell it to us.

THEO: I told you...

HOLLY: After all your posturing, all your speeches...you're nothing but a common thief.

HANS: I'm an exceptional thief, Mrs. McClane. And now that I'm moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite.

HANS: Mr. Takagi chose his people well, Mrs...?

HOLLY: Gennero. Miss Gennero.

HANS: Go on.

HOLLY: We have a pregnant woman out there -- -- relax, she's not due for two weeks, but a marble floor isn't doing her back any good. I'd like permission for her to more to one of the offices where there's a sofa.

HANS: No. But I'll have a sofa brought out to you. Good enough?

HOLLY: Good enough. And unless you like is messy, you'd better start taking us in groups to the bathroom.

HANS: Yes, you're right. It will be done.

HOLLY: I...have a request.

HANS: Oh? What idiot put you in charge?

HOLLY: You did. You murdered by Boss. Now... They're looking to me. Personally I'd pass on the jab. I don't enjoy being this close to you.

HOLLY: John!

MCCLANE: Holly, we have to stop meeting like this. So that's what it was. A fucking robbery. So why nuke the building, Hans?

HOLLY: I'll be a few minutes. Wait here --

MCCLANE: Don't I always?

HOLLY: ...I've missed you. *

MCCLANE: Especially my name. You must miss it every time you write a check. When did you start calling yourself 'Ms. Gennero'?

HOLLY: This is a Japanese company, you know? They figure a married woman, she's on the way out the door...

MCCLANE: Sure. It's unnerving. I remember this one particular married woman, she went out the door so fast there was practically a jetwash...I mean, talk about your wind chill factor...

HOLLY: Didn't we have this same conversation in July? Damn it, John, there was an opportunity out here -- I had to take it --

MCCLANE: No matter what it did to our marriage -- ?

HOLLY: My job and my title and my salary did nothing to our marriage except change your idea of what it should be.

MCCLANE: Oh, here it comes. One of those 'meaningful relationship conversations.' I never should've let you get those magazine subscriptions --

HOLLY: You want to know my idea of a marriage? It's a partnership where people help each other over the rough spots -- console each other when there's a down...and when there's an up, well, hell, a little Goddamn applause or an attaboy wouldn't be too bad. I needed that, John. I deserved that.

MCCLANE: They would, huh?

HOLLY: I would too. * They lock eyes for a moment, but it's an intense moment that says a lot about how they still feel about each other.

MCCLANE: Well, Cappy Roberts retired out here a couple years ago. He said I could bunk with him.

HOLLY: Oh...Where does he live?

MCCLANE: Ramona...no, Pomona, that's it.

HOLLY: Pomona! You'll be in the car the whole time...Look, let's make this easy. I have a spare bedroom. It's not huge, but the kids would love to have you at the house.

HOLLY: What are you doing?

MCCLANE: It's a long story. You know, I think that Ellis has his eye on you.

HOLLY: That's okay... ... I have an eye on his private bathroom.

MCCLANE: Nice, but one of us is three hours out of sync. I think it's me. Is there a place I can wash up?

HOLLY: Sure. Follow me.

TAKAGI: You wife's made for this business. She know how to drive a hard bargain.

MCCLANE: Yeah. I remember our first date.

MCCLANE: Relax, Ellis. I'm off duty.

TAKAGI: Can I get you anything? Food? Cake? Watered down champagne punch?

MCCLANE: I'm fine. You throw quite a party. I didn't know they had Christmas in Japan.

TAKAGI: Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out, we got you with tape decks.

MCCLANE: Excuse me, I'm looking for --

TAKAGI: Holly Gennero?

MCCLANE: Yeah. How'd you know?

TAKAGI: I've spent half my life on airplanes, * I can recognize someone who just got off one. I'm Joe Takagi, Mr. McClane. I have ...something to do with this company.

MCCLANE: So I've heard.

MCCLANE: Al. Man, you were my rock. I couldn't have made it without you.

POWELL: Bullshit.

MCCLANE: I'm serious. Hey, this is my wife... Holly Gennero.

MCCLANE: Look...I'm getting a bad feeling up here...I'd like you to do something for me. Look up my wife...don't ask how, you'll know by then...and tell her...tell her...I've been a jerk. When things panned out for her, I should've been behind her all the way ...We had something great going until I screwed it up...She was the best thing that ever happened to a bum like me. She's heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never got to hear this...honey...I'm sorry. You get all that?

POWELL: I got it. But you can tell her yourself. Just watch your ass and you'll make it.

MCCLANE: I hope so. But that's up to the guy upstairs. Upstairs... ...Hans, you bastard...what were you doing?

POWELL: Roy?

MCCLANE: Stand by, Powell. I gotta check something out.

MCCLANE: Powell? What's going on?

POWELL: Ask the FBI. They've got the terrorist playbook and they're running it, step by step.

POWELL: Eleven years ago. Oh, it was dark... he was big for his age...damn ray gun he had looked real enough...yeah, I had all the right excuses...but afterwards... I really couldn't draw my gun again.

MCCLANE: I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a joke of it.

POWELL: Hey, you couldn't know.

MCCLANE: I still feel like shit.

POWELL: Then this won't matter. LAPD's not calling the shots anymore.

MCCLANE: They way you drive, I can see why.

POWELL: I...I shot a kid.

MCCLANE: Yeah? What's the odds?

POWELL: You don't want to know.

POWELL: Roy? You still with us?

MCCLANE: Yeah. But all things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia. By the way, chalk up two more terrorists.

POWELL: They boys'll be glad. We got a pool going on you.

MCCLANE: Al? Al, you there?

POWELL: I'm here, cowboy.

MCCLANE: Speaking of cows, did you ever hear so much bullshit in your life? Two hours? That doesn't even make any sense --

POWELL: Don't tell me, partner. I'm just a desk jockey who was on the way home when you rang.

MCCLANE: The way you drove that car, I figured you for the streets.

POWELL: In my youth, partner. In my youth.

MCCLANE: Two. And I'd sure like to see them swinging on the jungle gym with Al junior.

POWELL: It's a date. You buy the ice cream.

MCCLANE: Yeah, just trying to handle some year old twinkies. Yucck. What do they put in these things?

POWELL: 'Sugar, enriched flour, partially hydrogenated vegetable oil, polysorbate 60 and yellow dye #5.'

MCCLANE: You sound like a man with a couple of kids.

POWELL: Not yet, the wife in working on our first. You got any kids back on the ranch?

POWELL: Hey, I love you. So do a lot of the guys. So hang in there, man. Hang in there.

MCCLANE: Thanks...partner.

POWELL: Safe and sound, thanks to you. What the fuck was that?

MCCLANE: The plastique I found. Is the building on fire?

POWELL: No, but it's gonna need one hell of a paint job and a shitload of screen doors. One spotters say you got two with that blast.

MCCLANE: Two? Are you sure?

POWELL: I'm here, Roy, but I'm, uh, kind of busy. Let's talk later, okay?

MCCLANE: Al, what's wrong? Did something -- -- Oh, God. You're coming in! That's it, isn't it? Christ, Powell, I told you what you're dealing with here --

POWELL: I said we'll talk later, Roy. If you're what I think you are you should know when to listen, when to shut up... and when to pray.

MCCLANE: 'Roy'.

POWELL: Got it...'Roy'. Now listen. If you think of anything else you think we need to know, don't be shy, okay? In the meantime I want you to find a safe place and hole-up and let us do our job. Understand?

MCCLANE: They're all yours, Al. Good luck.

POWELL: I hear you... Partner. And LA's finest are on it, so light 'em if you got 'em.

MCCLANE: I'm ahead of you...partner.

POWELL: Uh, what do I call you?

POWELL: How do you know?

MCCLANE: I've seen enough phoney ID's in my time to recognize that the ones they've got cost a fortune. Add all that up and I don't know what the fuck it means, but these are bad ass preps and they're here to stay.

POWELL: This is --

ROBINSON: This is Deputy Chief Robinson. Who is this?

ROBINSON: Goddamn, didn't you hear him! He practically pulled the Goddamned trigger himself -- he gave that man to them --

POWELL: Christ, can't you read between the lines! He did everything he could to save him...if he gave himself up they'd both be dead!

ROBINSON: Maybe. And maybe they'd at least be talking to us! Now tell your 'partner' to stay out of it, or so help me if he lives through this I'll put him behind bars myself!

POWELL: He's alone, tired, hunted, and hasn't seen diddly-squat from us and you think he gives a flying fuck about what you're going to do to him? Robinson, wake up and smell the shit you're shoveling!

ROBINSON: Anytime you want to go home, Sergeant...consider yourself dismissed.

ROBINSON: Is that him?

POWELL: Yessir.

ROBINSON: Give me that. Now, listen to me, mister, I don't know what you think you're doing, but demolishing a building doesn't fall under the definition of 'help'! There's hundreds of people out here and you covered half of them in pieces of glass --

POWELL: What's going on?

ROBINSON: What's it look like? We're going in.

POWELL: Going in...are you out of your mind? There's 30 hostages in there -- for all we know --

ROBINSON: -- all we know? We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages why hasn't anyone asked for ransom? If there's terrorists, where's their goddamn list of demands? All we know is that someone shot up your car, and it could be the same flake you've been talking to on the radio!

POWELL: What about the body that fell out of the window -- ?

ROBINSON: Who the hell knows? Maybe he was a stockbroker who looked at the Dow Jones and opted for early retirement!

POWELL: I am, Sir...Sergeant Al Powell.

ROBINSON: Dwayne Robinson. Well, what have you learned? What do they want?

POWELL: The terrorists? Don't know, Sir. We haven't heard a peep from them.

ROBINSON: Then who the hell have you been talking too?

POWELL: We don't exactly know, Sir. He won't give us him name. He appears to be the man who called in the report...he's killed one of the terrorists for sure and claims he capped two others.

ROBINSON: He claims? Powell, has it occured to you he could be one of the terrorists, pulling your chain? Or some kind of nut case who --

POWELL: I don't think so, Sir. In fact... I think he's a cop. Maybe not LAPD, but definitely a badge.

ROBINSON: How do you know?

POWELL: A hunch. Things he said. Like, knowing how to recognize a phony ID --

ROBINSON: -- recognizing phony ID's? Christ, Powell, he could be a fucking bartender for all we know!