(drum roll)
(fanfare plays)
(distant gunfire)
(distant shouting)
(gunfire grows louder)
(crowd clamoring)
(man shouting indistinctly over bullhorn)
(siren wailing)
(gunfire blasting)
(helicopter passing)
(gunfire, clamoring continue)
The authorities in Russia are bracing themselves today
for mass protests against the trial
of former billionaire Yuri Komarov.
The case against Mr. Komarov has caused widespread division
amongst the Russian public, some of whom view his incarceration
as a political maneuver orchestrated by this man,
Defense Minister candidate Viktor Chagarin.
(door creaks)
What do you want, Viktor?
(door creaks, clanks shut)
Why are you doing this?
What do you want to accomplish tomorrow?
I'm prepared to pay for my sins.
You should prepare yourself too.
Yuri,
let's be civil about this. We were friends once...
...we could be again.
Just give me the file...
...and I'll hand your life back to you.
Forget this stupid trial.
I don't want my life back.
You think I'm going to let you talk tomorrow?
No one is going to hear you!
I own everybody in that courtroom.
You don't own me.
Mike!
Chagarin's making a move on Komarov.
-Shit. -See who we got local.
(engine revving)
♪ ♪
(gun clicks)
WOMAN: We are ready to get started.
Make the call.
You won't disappoint me?
Have I ever disappointed you?
Anton.
(phone auto-dial beeping)
Alik, it's Viktor.
Yuri Komarov says hello.
VIKTOR: It's time to grab him.
Yuri Komarov?
...and goodbye.
(people screaming)
(gunfire, shells clinking on ground)
(quiet whirring)
(whirring stops)
McClane.
Hey, Murph, how you doing?
Nice grouping, Grandpa.
Yeah, not bad.
Is that it?
Yep.
We found him.
It's not good, John.
Hospital or morgue?
Worse.
When was the last time you spoke to this kid?
Been a while.
Maybe a few years, even.
Last time I saw him, pretty ugly.
Well, there is a few different versions in there,
but, uh, my people are pretty sure he's being held at
a Moscow prison, awaiting sentencing.
What's he charged with?
It's a nasty sheet.
He'll be lucky to get life.
He could never get out of his own way.
He had a lot of problems.
He's still my kid.
(whispers): I know.
But it's Russia.
They do things differently over there.
Me, too.
(chuckles)
Good luck, papi.
Thanks, kid.
Thanks.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome to John F. Kennedy International...
LUCY: Dad, I wish you'd let me go with you.
You'd never be able to resist the urge
to tell me what to do all the time.
This isn't your fault.
You know?
I just...
...hoped that
he'd figured his life out.
I got you something.
"Idiot's Travel Guide."
Perfect.
Thank you, baby.
I love you.
I love you, too.
I'll see you soon.
Dad?
Just try...
try not to make an even bigger mess of things.
Good luck.
I love you.
See you soon.
MAN (over P.A.): ...bags will be confiscated
by law enforcement personnel.
Please do not leave your bags unattended at any time.
Thank you for your cooperation.
♪ ♪
(grunts quietly)
(door creaks open)
♪ ♪
(lighter clicks)
(cigarette sizzles)
(man exhales, sets lighter on table)
I was told you had something to offer me?
You're looking for evidence against Yuri Komarov?
Perhaps.
Put me in the courtroom with him...
...and I'll testify that Komarov hired me to murder Anton.
Did he?
I'll testify under oath.
That's good enough, isn't it?
(horns honking)
(Russian pop music playing over radio)
(announcer speaking in Russian over radio)
(announcer continues speaking in Russian over radio)
(speaking broken Russian)
(continues speaking broken Russian)
...uh, Draganskiy courthouse.
You speak Russian?
How'd I do?
Well, you asked for a large bag of hair...
(chuckles)
...on the way to Taganskaya courthouse.
But I got it.
-Good. -I got it.
Good.
Traffic sucks here, too, huh?
Sex?
You want sex?
Sexy clubs?
No, no. No sex.
It sucks-- this traffic.
What is it, an accident?
No.
Garden Ring. Is bad.
Always traffic. Always traffic!
You American?
Yeah, American.
New York.
The Big Apple.
♪ I wanna wake up in a city ♪
- ♪ That never sleeps ♪ -Yeah, that's it.
-Never sleeps! -That's it.
Frank Sinatra.
Chairman of the Board.
That's right.
Chairman.
Yeah.
You, uh, y-you sing good.
♪ These little town blues ♪
♪ Are melting away ♪
Yes, I sing.
I sing all the time.
Mm. Yeah.
♪ King of the hill ♪
♪ Top of the world ♪
Huh?
"Heap."
"Top of the heap."
(chuckles): All right, all right.
Taganskaya courthouse-- right there, two blocks.
You better walk; traffic is bad.
Really bad.
What do I owe you?
Hey, no money.
-Let me pay. -No money!
You let me sing. You let me sing!
You listen to my singing; no money.
Welcome to Moscow!
♪ That little town blues ♪
♪ Are melting away ♪
Huh?
FRANK SINATRA: ♪ I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it ♪
(music fades): ♪ In old New York... ♪
(bird cawing)
(door clanks)
(chains jingling)
(siren wailing)
(emergency horn honks)
REPORTER: ...protests in the center
of Moscow, following a day of demonstrations in Russia.
The unrest comes as authorities have been accused of fraud...
Security is tight, as there have been several attempts
on Komarov's life since he's been in prison.
REPORTER 2: Protests happening there.
This is a look at the demonstrations...
(birds screeching)
(footsteps echoing)
(siren whoops, emergency horn honks)
(crowd clamoring)
(clamoring continues)
♪ ♪
(door opens)
(gallery clamoring)
(gavel pounding)
Quiet!
Order in the courtroom!
(gavel pounding)
Order in the courtroom!
Order!
Seal the doors!
(birds twittering)
♪ ♪
(switch clicks, timer starts ticking)
(ticking continues)
(judge speaking Russian; distant, echoing)
(ticking continues)
(judge continues speaking Russian)
♪ ♪
(ticking continues)
♪ ♪
Detonator.
But, sir... the drivers?
Detonator.
It's gonna be loud.
(beep)
(grunts)
(people clamoring)
(car alarms blaring, people shouting)
Hey!
-(alarm ringing) -(woman shouts in Russian)
(panting)
(men shouting in Russian)
(grunting)
(men shouting in Russian)
Quick!
(alarm continues ringing)
Come on, come on!
Come on now!
Come, come.
Come!
(people groaning)
The cage.
Check the cage.
(clamoring continues)
(speaks Russian)
(filtered breathing)
♪ ♪
(groaning)
(grunts)
(shell clinks onto ground)
They are not here.
No kidding.
(siren wailing)
(crowd clamoring in distance)
What's happening?
Take Komarov alive...
...kill the other one.
Yes.
Alik. We need this file.
(engine revs, tires screech)
Put that on!
Who are you?
Your best friend.
(tires screech)
Jack!
Dad?
(men speaking in Russian)
Get out of the van!
What are you doing here?
Jack, hey.
Jack!
(in distance): Jack!
Shit.
Komarov! Komarov!
Quick... get the truck! Quick... get the truck!
Go home.
What the fuck you doing? Jack!
You're out of your depth, John.
Jack!
What are you doing?!
(gunfire, men shouting)
No! No!
We need him alive!
McCLANE: Jack!
You're gonna shoot me?
You're gonna shoot your own father?
You shouldn't be here, John.
Shouldn't be here.
What are you doing?
(shouts in Russian)
McCLANE: Jack!
Oh!
Hey, you fool, you gonna fucking run over me? Hey!
You're only making it worse!
Jack!
(tires screeching)
(car horns honking)
Get out of the way!
MAN: (speaks Russian) Hey!
Call a cop!
(tires screeching, horns blaring)
Reaper One.
Reaper One from six-one-zero.
(computer beeping, trilling)
-Who's got him? -Clock's running. Foxy.
On the paper now. Box on.
-Copy that. Box on. -PILOT: Okay, here we go.
PILOT (over radio): Uh, six-one Reaper.
We read you, go ahead.
Reaper. How we looking?
Your guy is late.
His rate of progress is way off.
M.E.T. now plus six minutes.
(car alarm blaring)
MCC Reaper, M.E.T. now plus six.
This is un-friggin'-believable.
-MCC Reaper. -It's not how it works.
Something's off. I know this guy.
This doesn't happen.
MCC Reaper, six-one is in the hole.
Stand by.
(over radio): Six-one, be advised,
your window is closed.
Time on target is no-go.
I say again, T.O.T. is no-go.
Reaper, this is real world, not exercise.
(over radio): Do you copy?
No, sir. Moscow Police
will have shut down the Garden Ring.
-Reaper! -He's no-go for extraction.
(over radio): It's too late. Shut it down.
Call it.
PILOT: Mission window is closed.
Reaper is out of here.
Come on!
-Shit! -Damn it.
-(static crackling) -Get me Operations.
Reaper!
Get Mike Collins looped in.
Tell him it's Plan B, safe house.
-Go now! -Yes, sir.
(over radio): Plan B. No choice.
Shit!
It's blown.
They shut the Garden Ring.
(emergency horn honking)
(beeping)
-Harvest is in effect. -No, keep on working.
-Focus, people! Focus! -Let's finish this, Foxy.
Damn you, McClane!
Damn you!
(tires screeching)
(horns blaring)
(grunts)
(laughs)
Ah, fuck!
McCLANE: Jack!
I'm not done talking to you!
Who is this?!
Come on! Go!
(tires screeching)
(car alarm blaring)
Concentrate, please!
(tires screeching)
McCLANE: Ah, that's right! Come on through! Yeah, yeah!
See if you can hit this guy!
(horns blaring)
Jesus!
(tires screeching, horns blaring)
(driver screaming, shouting)
(horns blaring)
I'm tired of this guy.
RPG now!
Jesus!
(tires screeching)
(woman screams)
You missed.
Interesting choice, man.
(laughs)
(groans)
(tires screeching)
Hey!
-(horns blaring) -Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Whoa!
Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Hey!
(tires screeching)
(grunting)
(groans): Oh!
Aw, come on!
You gotta be fucking kidding me!
(shouting in Russian)
What?
(shouting in Russian)
Do you think I understand a word you're saying?!
Jesus Christ.
It's okay.
-I'm fine, thanks. -(tires screeching)
Oh, man, you're driving like my grandma!
When I say "drive," I mean fly!
Oh, yeah! (laughs)
♪ ♪
(tires screeching)
(horns honking)
Get out of the way!
(grunting): Oh, God.
(tires screeching)
Jesus!
(engine roaring)
-("Ode to Joy" ringtone playing) -Oh, for the love of...
-(phone beeps on) -McCLANE: Hi, honey.
LUCY: Dad, can you hear me? How's Moscow?
Hey, Luce, can I call you right back? Gotta go.
LUCY: Wait, no, don't. Don't...
(woman screams)
Sorry, ma'am.
-(horns honking) -Sorry.
(horn honking)
(tires squeal)
♪ ♪
(chuckling)
Did you see this guy? (laughs)
LUCY (over phone): Dad, can you hear me?
Dad, are you still there?
Dad?
Oh, man!
Knock, knock.
Still there?
LUCY: Yeah, yeah, I'm here.
So, how's Jack?
Have you seen him?
Uh, yeah, yep. Looking right at him.
LUCY: Well, is he okay?
I haven't really caught up with him yet, but he looks good.
So, I'm gonna... I'm gonna have to call you back, uh, Luce.
LUCY: What is going on there?
Because I, Luce... hey, Luce, can I call you right back?
-Gotta go. -LUCY: No, don't hang...
Guess who!
(tires squealing)
I've had enough of this shit.
Oh, man! Hey!
Is that it?
Is that your best shot?
(horn blaring)
(tires squealing)
(horns honking)
Damn you, John.
Damn you.
(coughing)
(grunting)
(distant siren wailing)
(speaking Russian)
(coughs)
(siren approaching)
Oh, hey!
Hey, hey!
(emergency horn honking)
(people screaming)
Hey! Up here!
Hey!
McCLANE: Shoot up here!
John! Get in!
Get in before I change my mind!
Jesus!
Take your time.
Jack, what the fuck was that, huh?
Shut up. Just shut up, John.
I swear to God, I will put a bullet in you this time.
Uh, who do, who do you think you're talking to?
The last person I want to see.
Well, maybe you missed the whole part back there
where I saved you and Papa Geppetto here
from a whole bunch of Russian bad guys.
You s-saved? You saved?!
That's right-- saved.
(speaking Russian)
-Shut up. -Shut up.
You know, you're a world-class screwup, you know that, John?
I'm a screwup? I'm a screwup?
I'm still your father.
Yeah, nothing I can do about that.
What a joke. Just shut up.
Try not to touch anything, all right?
You've done enough goddamn damage.
VIKTOR: The appointment is next week...
We will begin immediately.
Excuse me, sir. Komarov has escaped.
I'll call you back. There is a problem with Komarov.
What happened?
Some sort of attack on the courthouse.
Who took him?
They don't know yet.
What do you mean you don't know?
Eh...
...well, it's confusing...
Eyewitnesses say they saw Komarov...
with an American.
What American?
John McClane.
Let's go.
After you.
Yeah, I got him.
Okay. Yeah, I'm on it.
JACK: Look, Mike, we had an unexpected delay.
-JACK: Okay? I'm sorry. -I understand.
JACK: All right, this is the last guy on Earth I expected to see.
Listen to me, Yuri, you have half of Moscow looking for you, okay?
-I need you to get dressed, please. -YURI: Oh. Why am I here?
Just, please put on these clothes. Trust me.
This is the key to your cuffs.
Take these.
McCLANE: Oh, my Jesus.
Do you have the file on Chagarin?
This is what you been doing, Jack?
Spy shit?
This is it?
(laughing): You're a spy?
Oh, my God.
(McCLANE laughing)
007 of Plainfield, New Jersey.
Very nice.
McClane, shut up.
Take it easy, Oddjob.
I'm on vacation.
Your mom will be pleased.
We thought you were doing drugs or something.
Mr. Komarov.
Or selling drugs-- but that was me, really.
Do you have the file on Chagarin?
Yes or no?
It's very simple here.
You give me the file, and I get you out of Russia,
and you're a free man.
What do you say?
(zips pants)
It's not about me.
I don't care about my life.
Well, that's the deal.
It's the only deal.
Come on.
(safe keypad beeping)
MIKE: Come on, Yuri.
Help yourself.
What's it going to be?
Yes or no?
The clock is ticking, Yuri.
Come on.
You will get me out of here?
Only the three of you?
Oh, whoa, Nijinsky.
I'm not in the gang. I just got off the plane.
I'm still jet-lagged.
I'm not involved in this. Huh, Jack?
Only if I can take my daughter with me.
Chagarin's people will kill her.
Fine.
Make it quick.
Ah-ah. Where's the file?
It's in a vault in Pripyat.
But the key is here in Moscow.
At Hotel Ukraina.
MIKE: Shit.
Make your call.
We're going to the Ukraina.
Let's go.
(keypad beeping)
(line ringing)
It's papa...
(woman speaking Russian)
I'm fine, Sunshine...
...we'll talk later.
Listen.
I'll be waiting for you where your mother and I shared our first dance.
Now.
WOMAN: Da.
Hurry! Hurry! You understand?
(WOMAN responds in Russian, hangs up)
(phone beeps off)
Mike, listen.
I'm sorry about this morning, man.
It's fine.
Okay. Let's go.
(silenced gunshot)
Contact!
(man speaking Russian)
-Down! Get down! -(gunfire)
Go! Get down! Go, go, go!
(men speaking Russian)
JACK: John, cover!
(men groaning)
(men screaming)
Come on, buddy!
Move! Move!
(beeping)
Here, jerk-off!
All right, let's move, John!
-I'm on fucking vacation! -JACK: Come on.
Time to hustle. Watch your head. Go.
McClane, move it.
(YURI speaking Russian)
Stay down, Yuri. Stay low!
Head down.
Come on, go, go.
(rapid gunfire)
Safe house, my ass.
He knows how old we are, no?
Come on.
(pants, coughs)
(siren whooping)
Okay, come on, come on.
Here, here, here.
-Sit down. -(YURI coughs)
All right, Yuri. Let me look at you, all right?
It's all right. You're fine; you're fine.
What are you doing?
Jack!
Just calm down, Yuri.
You're going to be just fine.
Here, put this on.
Put this on. Stay warm.
All right. Thank you.
What was that, John, five minutes?
Five minutes, you blew a three-year op.
-You're welcome. You're welcome! -JACK: Five minutes!
What do you want me to do?
Unbelievable. Unbelievable.
I'm so fucking burned.
I got no friends in this town anymore.
What about your people at Langley?
Just give them a call.
Give me your phone.
(crunching)
(pieces clattering)
It's a two-year contract on that phone.
What are you carrying? Give me that.
All right. You got any cash on you?
Some American money.
What are you talking about?
We need to keep on moving.
We got to get this guy to a doctor, to...
to medical attention, Jack.
The mission stands.
Your mission is bleeding out over there.
The mission continues. We go to the hotel.
Come on.
Let's move, let's move.
-Let's go. -(YURI coughs)
Come on.
Come on, this is nuts.
What, are you going to go out and kill somebody else now?
Why all this trouble for just one guy?
He's a political prisoner.
Look, not that you care, John, but it's a matter
of national security, all right?
He's got the goods to stop Viktor Chagarin,
and we need that to happen.
Well, great, Jack-- let's drop him off
at the embassy and we can go home.
Are you kidding me? After what happened at the safe house?
Look, it doesn't work like that, all right?
It's a huge diplomatic mess, and I'm a burnable asset.
So, I now need that file to unfuck this mission.
Any more questions?
Yeah, just one:
How come you never called and told me where you were?
Like you give a shit.
(machines and tools buzzing and whirring)
All right, hold up, hold up.
Okay.
Okay, Yuri, listen to me, all right?
We're almost done, all right?
Soon as we get that key, we're going to grab the file,
get you and your daughter out of Russia, all right?
YURI: All right.
All right, listen to me.
You're doing good.
All right?
I need you to hang here a second.
Keep an eye on him, John.
Hey. Hey.
What is it with all this "John" shit?
Whatever happened to "Dad"?
Good question.
In Russia, we have word for men like him.
(speaks Russian word)
It means "tough, hard."
In America, it means "juvenile delinquent."
Is he your only child?
No.
I got a daughter, too.
You?
I have only my Solnyschka.
When she was little, I was working all the time.
I believed work was all that mattered.
I screwed my kid's life up, too.
You work all the time,
around the clock,
most of the time when you're a cop.
I just thought that working all the time was...
a good, a good thing, you know?
I didn't help him at all.
It's never too late.
I hope.
Okay, let's go.
Come on.
(machines whirring and hissing)
All right, Yuri, which part of the building
is the ballroom in?
Main tower.
Main tower, which floor?
-Top floor. -Top floor.
What about security?
You remember any guards, cameras, anything like that?
I don't know.
Well, I-I... I need you to remember.
I was in prison for five years.
How should I know?
Everything could have changed.
Okay, I know. Just think, all right?
Picture it in your head.
The ballroom was closed in '89.
I think it's under construction now.
JACK: So that floor's unsecured.
YURI: I don't know! Listen, my daughter is in there.
I'm scared to death. Let's go!
-Just calm down, Yuri. -(McCLANE whistles)
(beep, click)
(gentle music plays over speakers)
(buzzing, bell dings)
I guess you have done that before.
Smart.
I could have done it.
(bell dings twice)
(bell dings)
♪ ♪
Irina?
Irina.
Papa.
-Irina. -Papa.
(both speaking Russian)
That's tender.
Really? I wouldn't know.
(speaking Russian)
(crying)
(speaks Russian)
(IRINA speaking Russian)
Need a hug?
We're not really a hugging family.
That's right.
We just have to get one thing
and then we're leaving Moscow for good.
Okay?
Okay.
Who are they?
(speaks Russian)
The young one works for CIA,
the old one is his father.
Americans.
Then thank God for them.
(IRINA and YURI speaking Russian)
There's something no good about this.
Just shut up, all right?
I'm telling you, Jack,
this smells bad.
Just stop, okay?
Now, this might seem like a totally foreign concept,
you know, where you love to just run in, making shit up,
but like any professional, I have a plan.
So let's just stick to it, okay?
Just moving your plan along.
All right, Yuri, come on, let's grab the key, get out of here.
Yes.
Just take a moment.
♪ ♪
How you doing?
Fine.
How'd you get over here so quick?
(gasps)
Uh... I took Garden Ring.
Oh, the Garden Ring.
Supposed to always be bad, right?
(grunts with effort)
Hey, John.
Did you get stuck in traffic?
I have it, I have it. (grunts)
Welcome, Americans.
(screams, gasps)
(weapons cocking)
Put your goddamn guns down, asshole.
Shh, shh, shh...
Papa, what is going on?
(sighs)
Give me your weapons.
Come and get 'em.
(laughs)
-(others laughing) -Oh.
Really?
Really.
YURI: Solnyschka.
IRINA: Papa.
Yuri.
Do it.
I thought you were a problem child.
This part of your plan, Mr. Professional?
(grunts)
YURI: What are you doing?
It's about money, papa...
millions of dollars.
You think life was easy for me?
While you were sitting in prison being a victim?
But... I'm your father.
And I am your daughter.
We should kill the old man now.
We still need him.
But them you can kill.
(chuckles) Thank you.
Hi.
I don't know if I am saying this right.
Hi.
Do you know what I hate about the Americans?
(crunches, swallows)
Everything.
Especially cowboys.
(tap-dancing)
Could have been a dancer.
I swear to God.
(sighs)
But nobody supported me.
You two...
...have been such a...
pain in the ass!
Come on, come on!
I prefer dancing, really.
But killing is much, much better than working
in a grocery shop!
(coughing)
(grunting)
McCLANE: Jesus Christ!
(laughing): Nice one.
(grunts)
Ah, cocksucker.
You guys-- so arrogant.
It's not 1986, you know.
(sighs)
Reagan is dead.
(laughing)
Sorry.
(laughing): Oh, God.
(laughing)
(both laughing)
What's funny there?
Can't tell you.
It's not you.
I love these outfits.
-(ALIK laughing) -You guys are looking good.
ALIK: Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
(laughter)
That was enough, thank you.
Let's dance.
(yells)
(shouting)
(grunting)
(screams)
(grunting)
(shouting)
-Come on, come on! -(shouting in Russian)
(soldiers shouting in Russian)
You remember the last time we talked,
just before you went away?
Oh, no! No, no, no!
You're not gonna open up to me right before we die.
(shouting in Russian)
No, that's not your thing, John.
What's my thing?
Fucking killing bad guys-- that's your thing.
(men shouting in Russian)
Not gonna die today.
(shouting)
(grunting)
Go! (shouts in Russian)
(helicopter blades whirring in distance)
♪ ♪
Shit!
Fuck.
We're finished, John.
(man speaking Russian over radio)
JACK: I can't believe this.
This is unbelievable.
-Fuck. -Jack...
-Hey! -Shit!
Jesus!
Come on!
Get out of this motherf...
Whoa!
(coughs loudly) Yeah!
IRINA: Where are they?
Come on.
Whoa! Jesus!
(grunting)
(people screaming in distance)
Alik, that's it. We're done!
ALIK: Let's go! Break left!
PILOT: Copy, commander.
(coughing)
(people shouting in Russian)
(sirens approaching)
-(phone rings) -Da.
Do you have him?
ALIK: Yes.
And the file?
Does he have it?
I need that file, Alik.
He's taking us to it.
(CHAGARIN speaks Russian over radio)
No more mistakes, Alik.
And when you have the file...
kill them both.
Yes, sir.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(JACK coughing)
Shit.
Okay...
(both grunting)
Well, that was exciting.
Yeah, loads of fun.
Want to go again?
(grunts)
Are you shot?
No.
No, I'm fine.
Let me take a look at that.
It's fine.
Oh, fuck.
I can't believe she betrayed her father for Chagarin.
(panting)
I don't understand that.
Someday you will.
Kids.
What's our next move?
I don't know.
You don't know?
I don't know, all right, I...
I mean, I'm out of moves, I don't know.
I don't, I don't know.
I screwed up.
I blew the mission.
Well, then, we're done, right?
-Yeah, we're done. -We're done.
We should just go home.
Stop by a little pharmacy on the way out of Moscow
and get you some, you know, merthiolate of mercury and...
fix up your little scratches here,
get you home; a little toy set;
get yourself a nice, warm glass of milk,
with a little Bosco in it.
Get your CIA slippers...
All right!
-What? -I get it.
What the hell are we going to do?
What's in the file?
Evidence on Chagarin.
Evidence about what?
Chernobyl.
Look, listen to me.
Komarov and Chagarin used to have
this nasty little side racket going on, back in the day.
(grunts)
They siphoned weapons-grade uranium, got greedy,
caused the meltdown.
And, uh, you know, they fell out.
Former partners, bad breakup.
Scumbags.
So Chagarin had Komarov thrown in jail.
You know, put him in a hole, forget about him.
Doesn't have to worry anymore.
So, what happened to "rescue-wasky"?
Well, he grew a conscience.
Yeah, well, that figures.
Listen, Chagarin is bad news.
All right? He's the real deal.
We see this guy in control,
we're gonna see the whole thing fall apart.
I'm talking terrorism,
WMDs... nukes...
Someone's got to stop him.
Well... that's what we do.
We go out to "Chiapep" and... we do our thing.
Our thing?
Yeah.
Go out there and kill all the scumbags.
(grunts)
What, you got something better to do?
All right, pull it.
You're not gonna cry, are you?
Just pull it.
Everybody needs a good cry once in a while, Jack.
-Don't be ashamed. -Pull it.
You remember that time when you and Ralphie Mauser
were gonna have that house painting job?
Got your finger caught in the ladder,
you cried for about five, six days?
John, just pull it!
All right, come on.
On three.
Here you go.
One...
two...
(JACK grunts)
-Good God. -Jesus!
(panting)
When's the last time you had a tetanus shot?
(shrapnel clanking across floor)
You all right?
(grunts): Yeah.
We need a car.
Attaboy.
-Back to work. -(JACK grunts)
Hey, Watergate.
(laughing): How's that lock coming?
Almost there.
Here, try these.
Come on.
Oh, stealing-- that's nice, yeah, real nice, John.
Yeah, I'm up for the Father of the Year award.
Whoa.
(JACK chuckles)
All right.
How'd you know all these guns were gonna be here?
It's a, uh, Chechen hangout.
Owner doesn't like guns in the club,
so these bozos leave 'em in their cars.
Learn a lot in three years.
Yeah.
McCLANE: So, 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, the skiing and the snow and everything?
You mean Grenoble?
(laughs)
No, sorry, we're not going to Grenoble.
(laughing)
(sighs)
Eddie Collins' kid took him on vacation last year.
They went down to Boca.
-Oh, yeah? -Spent four days at the track.
Oh, that's nice.
That's relaxing.
Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.
We got to go to Chernobyl?
Yeah, sorry about that.
But all the radioactive stuff's out, right?
♪ ♪
(filtered breathing)
(radio blips)
IRINA: Is it as you remember, papa?
YURI: I don't want to remember.
IRINA: Tough.
YURI: The file...
is in the inner vault.
Very touching. Let's move.
(electrical buzzing)
(coughing)
Which one is it?
IRINA: Get moving, old goat.
♪ ♪
Couple fresh coats of paint and a weed whacker,
and it's good to go.
JACK: 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.
Soon as they get in that vault, Komarov is a dead man.
All right.
(filtered breathing)
(electrical buzzing)
♪ ♪
(machinery clanking in distance)
You got a plan?
Not really.
Kind of thought we'd just wing it.
You know, run in, guns blazing,
making shit 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.
(chuckles)
(cocks gun)
McCLANE: Look, Jack,
I'm sorry your partner got killed.
I'm sorry I fucked up your day.
Wasn't my plan.
I mean...
I caused you problems.
You know, I came here for something else.
A-And all the 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.
(drill whirring)
♪ ♪
Key.
♪ ♪
(water dripping)
♪ ♪
(filtered breathing)
(clunking)
(clicking)
(clicking, thudding)
(whirring, hissing)
(air hissing)
ALIK: Okay, what the fuck is this?
I'm losing my patience.
The fucking file better be here.
YURI: Radiation has been pooling in this room for decades.
(IRINA laughing)
IRINA: You've underestimated us, Daddy dearest.
Bring it in!
(helicopter blades whirring)
(helicopter hovering in distance)
(wind whistling)
(clattering)
Attaboy.
Come on! Come on!
IRINA: Compound 27-4.
It neutralizes radiation.
Trust me.
(speaking Russian)
(water dripping and splashing)
Hey, what's this remind you of?
Newark.
(device beeping rapidly)
(beeping slows)
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!
Irina, cut the crap, please.
No one here is speaking about uranium.
Where's the file?
No more games. Where's the file?
That's no longer your concern.
(inhales)
(grunts)
(body dragging across floor)
Sunshine...
you did well.
I told you...
everything would work out.
Come to papa.
(sighs)
Pap, you're a genius.
I know.
(laughs)
Load it up.
(radio blips)
Pegasus?
Do you copy?
(shell casing clatters)
(pilot speaks Russian over radio)
(helicopter blades whirring in distance)
♪ ♪
(man groans)
(men speaking Russian)
(men yelling in Russian)
A lot of hardware for a file.
(speaking Russian)
Wheels up in five minutes.
Perfect.
(footsteps running away)
♪ ♪
(men shouting in Russian)
Here you go, sir.
Team extraction completed. She's all yours.
Good.
(beeps)
(phone line ringing)
(phone ringing)
(sighs)
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.
(grunting)
(choking over phone)
♪ ♪
(beeps)
Static 4, we are ready for take off.
Static 4, do you copy?
JACK: Yuri.
Where's the dancer?
You okay? You hurt?
No.
I'm, I'm good.
(coughing)
I'm all right, I'm...
What's in these boxes?
Thank God you're here, Jack.
We have to leave.
They're coming back any minute.
Just, just let me get the file.
What's in the boxes?
It's U-235.
Weapons-grade uranium.
Armored cases.
(coughing)
Bomb kind?
Yeah, the bomb kind.
Not so fast, Eddie.
Are you crazy?
Yeah, little bit.
I'm getting the file.
No. No, you're not.
The key-- it's your vault, isn't it, Yuri?
Vault?
No, no, I...
You put this shit 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.
(speaks Russian)
Yeah, I know you.
I know you.
I know him better.
There never was a file, was there, Yuri?
(coughing)
(beeps)
(laughs)
Of course there was no file.
It was simply bait.
What I needed was in this vault,
and Chagarin was the only one with enough power
(over radio): and influence to get me out of jail.
I used him.
I used you.
It's about money.
When's it not about money?
YURI: 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.
Spy shit.
Goddamn Americans.
You think you're so smart.
I'm not that smart.
I'm just on vacation.
My boy here... he's gonna put a whupping on you.
-Come on. -(YURI grunts)
(groans)
Move!
You can say good-bye to your daughter, you dumbwit fuck.
Where's your little "Soltschanitsa"?
McCLANE: Whoa!
Shit! Goddamn it!
Shit!
(air hissing)
(panting)
Irina, I'm going to the roof...
The roof!
McCLANE: Jack!
(helicopter blades whirring)
♪ ♪
MAN 1: Set at 91.
MAN 2: Power plant?
MAN 1: All good to go.
IRINA: Let's go!
♪ ♪
(explosion thundering)
Subtle.
What the hell's in those goddamn grenades?!
Go get him!
I'm gonna go to the helicopter.
♪ ♪
(helicopter blades whirring)
(engine accelerating)
(grunts loudly)
(grunting)
Jesus!
Vadim, watch the tail.
VADIM: Copy. You are at 120 meters...
115 meters...
♪ ♪
(gunfire continues)
There is small arms fire coming from the roof.
♪ ♪
We have a guest.
Watch the tail for me there.
♪ ♪
Come on!
Come on, hurry!
Vadim, give me firing control now...
Engaging!
(whirring)
Jack!
Shoot him!
With pleasure, Papa.
(gunfire continues)
I'm on fucking vacation!
(gunfire continues)
IRINA: Vadim! Here is there! I see him!
-The shit we do for our kids. -(engine starts)
Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker.
VADIM: What happened?
(gunfire continues)
CG's shifted...
I've got full forward cyclic.
God!
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
IRINA: I can't hold it.
(grunts) Jesus Christ!
Well done, Mr. Super Spy.
What a shame your father won't be alive to see you promoted.
(laughing)
-Neither will you. -(YURI grunts)
(screams)
Hey! Jack!
Hang on, John!
(yells)
(MAN speaking Russian)
♪ ♪
John!
Come on!
(clicking)
MAN: We're out of ammunition.
Shit.
Bastards.
MAN: What the hell are you doing?
This is for you, papa.
♪ ♪
(multiple explosions)
(debris clattering)
(blades whipping)
(clattering, clanking)
(gasping) John!
(muffled): John!
(gasps)
John!
(panting)
Dad!
Right here.
(McCLANE coughs)
(JACK gasping)
Here.
(grunts)
(panting)
Did you call me Dad?
No.
I didn't think so.
You're hearing things.
You got swimmer's ear.
(grunting)
So we're not gonna grow any third arms or anything, are we?
Nah.
You might lose your hair.
Hah! Laugh it up, kid.
This is you, five years from now.
It's rainwater. You're fine.
Besides, it's hard to kill a McClane.
Now you're a McClane?
Yeah, I'm a McClane.
John McClane.
John McClane Jr.
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.
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.
♪ ♪
(no audible dialogue)
♪ ♪
("Gloom and Doom" by Rolling Stones playing)
♪ I had a dream last night I was piloting a plane ♪
♪ And all the passengers were drunk and insane ♪
♪ I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp ♪
♪ Shot up a horde of zombies, but I come out on top ♪
♪ What's it all about? ♪
♪ Guess it just reflects my mood ♪
♪ Sitting in the dirt, feeling kind of hurt ♪
♪ All I hear ♪
♪ Is doom and gloom ♪
♪ And all is darkness ♪
♪ In my room ♪
♪ Through the light ♪
♪ Your face I see ♪
♪ Baby, take a chance, baby, won't you dance with me? ♪
♪ Lost all that treasure in an overseas war ♪
♪ It just goes to show ♪
♪ You don't get what you paid for ♪
♪ Bowing to the rich and you worry about the poor ♪
♪ Put my feet up on the couch, and lock all the doors ♪
♪ What's that funky noise ♪
♪ It's the tightening of the screws ♪
♪ Sitting in the dirt, feeling kind of hurt ♪
♪ All I hear ♪
♪ Is doom and gloom ♪
♪ But when those drums ♪
♪ Go boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Through the night ♪
♪ Your face I see ♪
♪ Baby, take a chance, baby, won't you dance with me? ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, won't you dance with me? ♪
♪ Ah, yeah ♪
♪ Fracking deep for oil but there's nothing in the sump ♪
♪ There's kids all picking at the garbage dump ♪
♪ I'm running out of water, so I better prime the pump ♪
♪ I'm trying to stay sober but I end up drunk ♪
♪ We'll be eating dirt, living on the side of the road ♪
♪ There's some food for thought ♪
♪ Kind of makes your head explode ♪
♪ Feeling kind of hurt, yeah ♪
♪ But all I hear ♪
♪ Is doom and gloom ♪
♪ And all is darkness ♪
♪ In my room ♪
♪ Through the night ♪
♪ Your face I see ♪
♪ Baby, take a chance ♪
♪ Won't you dance with me? ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Baby, won't you dance with me? ♪
♪ Feeling kind of hurt ♪
♪ Baby, won't you dance with me? ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Sitting in the dirt, baby, won't you dance with me? ♪
(song ends)
♪ ♪