Die Hard 2 (1990)
John McClane: Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?
John McClane: That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me. You know what that is? It's a porcelain gun made in Germany. Dosen't show up on your airport X-ray machines, here, and it cost more than you make in a month.
Carmine Lorenzo: You'd be a surprised what I make in a month.
John McClane: If it's more than a dollar ninety-eight I'd be very surprised.
John McClane: Hey, Carmine, let me ask you something. What sets off the metal detectors first? The lead in your ass or the shit in your brains?
[under his breath]
John McClane: Fat fuck.
Trudeau: Alright, we've got a body in the morgue that seems to have died twice. Assuming it's not a computer error, what do we assume?
John McClane: That somebody's about to seriously fuck with this airport.
Trudeau: What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, I know we're dummies up here, McClane, so give us a little taste of your brilliant genius! I mean, you talking about a hijacking, a robbery or what?
John McClane: Look, I'm not sure. All I know, is...
Carmine Lorenzo: Oh, he's not sure! Well, I'm stunned! I gotta lie down!
John McClane: The only people that go to this much trouble are professionals, not luggage thieves and not punks!
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: Professional at what?
John McClane: [holding up the fax] What the fuck do you this is, huh? The safety patrol, here? This is the resume of a professional mercenary! You got the world's biggest drug dealer on his way here, now. What, do you need, a slide rule to figure this out? Or maybe another body in a zipper bag before you start asking questions?
Carmine Lorenzo: Hey, pal, you're the one that gave us that fuckin' body, remember that.
John McClane: Yeah, I remember that.
Richard Thornburg: No you did not explain anything to me. All you did was shove me back here in this cattle car.
Stewardess: Sir, you were told when you boarded we were overbooked.
Richard Thornburg: Fine. Done. I accept that. But why in hell can't I get the first class meal my network paid for. Do you know who I am?
Stewardess: Yes. We've all seen your program. Your episode "Flying Junkyards" was a very objective look at air traffic safety.
Stewardess: It wasn't nearly as edifying as "Bimbos of the Sky." Was it, Connie?
Richard Thornburg: You think you're funny. You think you're funny. Fine. I've got your number.
Stewardess: And I've got yours. So park it, Sir.
Richard Thornburg: [sits down and sees Holly looking at him] Stewardess!
Stewardess: Mr. Thornburg, you cannot monopolize my time.
Richard Thornburg: You cannot put me near that woman.
Stewardess: Excuse me?
Holly McClane: He means he's filed a restraining order against me. I'm not allowed within 50 feet of him.
Richard Thornburg: 50 yards. So by keeping me in the section you are violating a court order. I can sue you and this airline. That woman assaulted me and she humiliated me in public.
Stewardess: [walks over to Holly and whispers] What did you do?
Holly McClane: Knocked out two of his teeth.
Stewardess: Would you like some champagne?
John McClane: Holly! Here's your fucking landing light. Whoo!
Samantha Coleman: Colonel Stuart, can I have a few words, please?
Col. Stuart: You can have two: "fuck" and "you".
Garber: [grabbing the TV Camera] No pictures, you pinko bitch!
Samantha Coleman: You give me this story and I'll have your baby.
John McClane: Not the kind of ride I'm looking for.
John McClane: [McClane is forced to crawl through yet another ventilation system] Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. Eggnog, a fuckin' Christmas tree, a little turkey. But, no. I gotta crawl around in this motherfuckin' tin can.
Chopper Pilot: [McClane is showing his nervousness while riding in a helicopter] What's the matter, cowboy? Ride too rough?
John McClane: I don't like to fly.
Samantha Coleman: Then what are you doing here?
John McClane: I don't like to lose either.
Al Powell: You're not pissing in somebody's pool, are you?
John McClane: Yeah, and I'm fresh outta chlorine.
Holly McClane: They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
John McClane: Yeah, I heard that too.
John McClane: [John can't get out from under his parachute] Where's the fuckin' door?
John McClane: [during the fight with Col.Stuart] Motherfuckin' motherfucker!
John McClane: Guess I was wrong about you. You're not such an asshole after all.
Grant: Oh, you were right. I'm just your kind of asshole.
Marvin: You like it, huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it?
John McClane: How 'bout I let you live?
Marvin: Man knows how to bargain.
Holly McClane: Listen Dick. That is your name? Dick. If you're gonna continue to get this close do you think you might consider switching aftershaves?
Richard Thornburg: Anything else?
Holly McClane: Stronger mouthwash would be nice.
Al Powell: What's this about?
John McClane: Oh, just a feeling I have.
Al Powell: Ouch. When you get those feelings, insurance companies start to go bankrupt.
Holly McClane: [after the terrorist attack] Why does this keep happening to us?
Richard Thornburg: [Thornburg has been grossly distorting and exaggerating the facts about the terrorists to WZDC News over the air-phone] But at least the truth, is *not* among the hostages because I, Richard Thornburg, just happen to be here. To put his life and talent on the line for humanity and country,
[Holly enters the bathroom]
Richard Thornburg: and if this should be my final broadcast...
Holly McClane: [zaps him with stun-gun] Amen to that, Dick!
John McClane: Oh, we are just up to our ass in terrorists again, John?
Carmine Lorenzo: Hey McClane! You get this parking ticket in front of my airport?
John McClane: Yeah.
Carmine Lorenzo: [Lorenzo tears ticket up] Ah, what the hell; it's Christmas!
Morgue Worker: [John McClane is taking a dead guy's fingerprints] Hey. You're supposed to do that at the morgue.
John McClane: Not anymore. Got a new SOP for DOA's from the FAA.
John McClane: [to Al Powell] Take the Twinkie out of your mouth and grab a pencil, will ya?
John McClane: All right, just stay here and get ready to call the marines.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: I thought they were the army.
John McClane: Who gives a fuck, just be ready.
Trudeau: [after Thornburg has reported that terrorists have taken control of the airport] That stupid, arrogant son-of-a-bitch! It's all over the airport.
Trudeau: [to all the air traffic controllers] "Alright everyone, let's call all our birds and slow 'em down before we get a parking lot over our heads. The line starts at the Mississippi and they better start taking numbers."
John McClane: Excuse me, officers. This may sound like a wild goose chase, but, I think I just saw...
Sgt. Vito Lorenzo: Saw what?
John McClane: Elvis. Elvis Presley.
Sgt. Vito Lorenzo: [after McClane leaves, Sgt Lorenzo turns to his partner] Fucking tourists. Oughta be a law.
[Stuart has had Thompson recalibrate the ILS landing system]
Col. Stuart: [adapting a slight disguise to his voice] Windsor Flight 1-1-4, this is Dulles Approach. Do you copy?
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Dulles Approach, this is Windsor 1-1-4. Where the devil have you been?
Col. Stuart: Roger, 1-1-4, Dulles Approach. We've been right here all along, old man. Our systems only came back online just this very second. Windsor 1-1-4, you are cleared for ILS approach to Runway Two-Niner. Contact Dulles Tower frequency at the outer marker.
[On the Skywalk, McClane runs over to the windows]
John McClane: Jesus Christ, he's gonna crash the fucking plane!
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Roger, Approach, it's about time. I've got 230 people up here flying on petrol fumes.
Col. Stuart: Roger, 1-1-4, understand. Calibrate Dulles Altimeter setting Two-Niner-Niner-Two.
John McClane: Why are they listening to him?
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: It's our frequency! Why shouldn't they?
[On the plane, the captain speaks into the intercom]
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Ladies and gentlemen, as you've probably noticed, we've started our descent. We're sorry for the inconvenience but we'll all be on the ground in a few minutes.
[the passengers applaud and stewardesses start moving through the cabin doing a seatbelt check]
Stewardess (Windsor Flight 114): [to one passenger] Oh not to worry, we've made arrangements for your next flight so you won't miss it.
[to a straggler]
Stewardess (Windsor Flight 114): In your seat, please. Come on, in your seat.
[kneels next to an anxious old woman]
Stewardess (Windsor Flight 114): Oh, hey. We're just like British Rail, luv: we may be late but we get you there.
[On the Skywalk, Barnes uses a painter's uniform to lower McClane down to the tarmac]
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: Good luck, McClane!
[McClane grabs two pipes and a lighter and heads for the runway. When he gets over there, he puts small pieces of fabric from the uniform onto the ends of the pipes and lights them. On the plane, the outer marker light comes on]
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Dulles, this is Windsor 1-1-4 inside the outer marker.
[Stuart begins communicating with them again, this time using his own voice]
Col. Stuart: Roger one-fourteen. This is Dulles Tower. We have radar contact and show you on ILS. You're in the glide path and looking good.
[McClane starts waving his improvised torches, as the pilots start landing procedures]
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Approach flaps.
[the co-pilot presses the button to deploy the flaps]
Co-Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Approach flaps.
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Approach speed 130.
[the co-pilot copies him]
Co-Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Approach speed 130. Altitude 1,000 feet.
[a few seconds later]
Co-Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Ref speed +20. 600 feet.
Col. Stuart: Looking good Windsor. Now watch it - 30 knot crosswinds and the runway is icy. Attaboy, we've got ya. We've got ya...
[McClane waves his torches more aggressively as the plane flies over his head]
John McClane: Pull up!
[the pilots come out of the fog and suddenly see the runway right underneath them]
[the plane hits the ground with a slight bank to the right, causing the landing gear to collapse. As the belly of the plane skids down the runway, sparks ignite the ruptured fuel tanks, which explode. McClane dives to the ground. The pilots' screams are audible on Stuart's systems]
Col. Stuart: We've got ya.
[a fireball engulfs the plane as burning debris hurtles down the runway. As the debris settles, McClane gets to his feet]
John McClane: Motherfucker!
[Dead silence in the church; Stuart picks up the phone]
Col. Stuart: That concludes our object lesson for this evening. If the 747 we requested is ready on time and General Esperanza's plane arrives unmolested, further lessons can be avoided. Out.
Carmine Lorenzo: You are in my little pond now, and I am the big fish that runs it.
Maj. Grant: [Grant and his men have landed in their choppers] Major Grant. We're Blue Light.
Rollins, Department of Justice Representative: Rollins, Department of Justice.
Trudeau: Trudeau, Chief of Air Operations.
Carmine Lorenzo: Lorenzo, Terminal Police. You want something, you got it.
John McClane: This is it? One fucking platoon?
Maj. Grant: One crisis, one platoon. Who are you?
John McClane: John McClane.
Maj. Grant: McClane, you showed some balls out there, man.
John McClane: Yeah.
Maj. Grant: Now, show some good sense. Let the pros handle this.
John McClane: Yeah, well, it looks like the pros are on the wrong team tonight. Isn't Colonel Stuart one of your men?
Maj. Grant: No, not anymore he's not. Now we're here to take Colonel Stuart down. And we will take him down. You see, I served with him. I taught him everything he knows.
John McClane: Well, maybe he's learned a few more things since then.
Trudeau: [after McClane has failed to prevent the Windsor plane crash triggered by Col. Stuart] McClane, I know what you must feel.
John McClane: I wanted to help those people tonight. I was pretty goddamn useless.
Rent-A-Car Girl: I close in about an hour. Maybe we can go get a drink?
John McClane: [shows his wedding ring] Just the fax, ma'am. Just the fax.
Holly McClane: Honey, it's the '90s, remember? Microchips, microwaves, faxes, *air phones*.
John McClane: Hey, well, as far as I'm concerned, progress peaked with frozen pizza.
[Kahn comes down from the choir loft and joins Colonel Stuart and Garber]
Kahn: Sir! We just monitored a call from the chief engineer. Our people took out their SWAT team, *completely*.
Garber: You were right. They went for the antenna array. We're right on schedule.
Colonel Stuart: Losing our own team wasn't part of the plan.
[He goes over to the phone and dials; he is heard in the tower and by McClane over Barnes's phone]
Colonel Stuart: Attention, Dulles Tower. Attention, Dulles Control Tower. Mr. Trudeau, I know you're listening. Unfortunately, you're not obeying.
Trudeau: [to himself] Draw me face to face. We'll see.
Colonel Stuart: You were warned not to try to restore your systems. You've wasted lives and precious time on a futile and obvious target. Now you're gonna pay the penalty.
John McClane: [on the Skywalk, through Barnes's phone] I've got five dead officers down here, Colonel Stuart! Is that penalty enough?
[Lorenzo goes over to the phone]
Carmine Lorenzo: McClane, you keep out of this! You've been enough of a pain...
[He stops midsentence when he notices Trudeau glaring unhappily at him]
Colonel Stuart: Oh, McClane. John McClane. The policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi hostages. I read about you in People Magazine. You seemed a bit out of your league on Nightline, I thought.
John McClane: Hey, Colonel. Blow me! How much drug money is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?
Colonel Stuart: I think Cardinal Richilieu said it best: "Treason is merely a matter of dates." This country's got to learn that it can't keep cutting the legs off of men like General Esperanza. Men who have the guts to stand up against Communist aggression.
John McClane: And Lesson #1 starts with killing policemen? What's Lesson #2, the neutron bomb?
Colonel Stuart: No. I think we can find something in between. Watch this!
[Hangs up and turns to Thompson]
Colonel Stuart: Give me a flight number - one that's low on fuel.
[Thompson hands him a slip]
Thompson: Windsor 114, transatlantic from London. Fuel tanks dry as a martini.
Colonel Stuart: Activate the ILS landing system. Recalibrate sea level - *minus* 200 feet.
[Thompson rotates a dial and taps his pen on a computer screen to recalibrate the system]
Controller in tower: Oh Jesus! They've reset ground level minus 200 feet!
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: [Esperanza has landed the plane and steps outside] Freedom!
John McClane: [punches him] Not yet!
John McClane: [draws his gun on Esperanza] You're supposed to stay in your seat until the plane reaches the terminal. No frequent flier mileage for you.
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: Who are you?
John McClane: A cop.
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: A cop?
John McClane: Yeah. One of the good guys. You see, you're one of the bad guys, and now that I got your sorry ass, I'm gonna trade it for my wife.
Col. Stuart: [after triggering an airplane crash; into the radio] That concludes our object lesson for this evening. If the 747 we requested is ready on time and General Esperanza's plane arrives unmolested, further lessons can be avoided. Out.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: [an air traffic controller has suggested getting portable lights to direct the planes] And where do we get those big portable lights? Borrow them from Batman?
John McClane: I'll make you a deal, Marvin. You show me a shortcut out to those runways and I'll get you a liner for that coat.
Holly McClane: Listen, buster, you endangered my children. And you didn't do it for anything as noble as The People. The only time you even see The People is when you look down to see what it is you're stepping on.
[a TV broadcast on the extradition is shown in Stuart's hotel room]
Newscaster: Security was tight today at Escalon Airport in the Republic of Val Verde, where government authorities report that deposed general Ramon Esperanza will be delivered for immediate extradition to the United States. Only two years ago, General Esperanza led his country's army in a campaign against Communist insurgents - a campaign fought with American money and advisors. Esperanza's fall from power caused ripples not only in his country's recent election, but closer to home as well, when high-ranking Pentagon officials were charged with supplying him with weapons despite the Congressional ban. But mounting evidence that Esperanza's forces violated the neutrality of neighboring made Congress withhold funds - funds which Esperanza is accused of replacing by going into the lucrative business of cocaine smuggling. Although Esperanza was removed as Commander-in-Chief earlier this year, the agreement to extradite him was not reached until yesterday, and Washington insiders say it was a phone call that made it happen - a phone call from an angry American President.
[Stuart snaps off the TV after the newscaster says "from an"]
[Deleted scene; a painter's van pulls up to a service area; the two painters climb out]
Painter: ...busting our ass Christmas week like they're gonna land some extra planes if we finish on time.
[as the painters start to pull equipment out of the back of the van, O'Reilly and Sheldon come up. O'Reilly has a suppressed Glock 17 in his hand]
Painter: What? Need something?
[He shoots the first painter in the head. His partner turns and is immediately shot as well. O'Reilly and Sheldon shove the bodies further into the back and slam the doors shut, then climb in; O'Reilly punches the code into his radio]
O'Reilly: This is Alice. We're down the rabbit hole.
John McClane: Hi... I need to borrow
[grabs a stamp ink pad and paper]
John McClane: this and this... I'll bring it right back
Rent-A-Car Girl: HEY!
Richard Thornburg: [lying on the ground severly weak] Oh, honey, help me up, will you?
Older Woman (Northeast Plane): Asshole!
John McClane: Holly!... There's your fricken landing-light!
Holly McClane: Holly McClane: John, why does this always happen to us on Christmas Eve?
Grant: [McClane has just returned from a brutal fight with a terrorist] McClane! You alright? You want a medic?
Carmine Lorenzo: McClane, what the hell do you think you're doing out there, huh? Playing John Wayne? How'd ya like to spend the rest of the night in a cell?
Grant: Lorenzo, shut the fuck up and do something useful!
Carmine Lorenzo: Hey! You can't talk to me like that!
Grant: Oh no, Carmine? Sergeant, get this bureaucrat out of Mr. McClane's face! Now!
Sgt. Oswald Cochrane: With pleasure, Sir.
[McClane leaves the payphones, and nearly collides with Colonel Stuart]
Col. Stuart: Excuse me.
[Stuart stares coldly at McClane]
John McClane: Oh you look very familiar to me.
Col. Stuart: [hesitates] I get that a lot. I've been on TV.
John McClane: Yeah. You, too.
[They head on their separate ways, though Stuart takes a second look at McClane as he disappears into the crowd]
[the SWAT team escorting Barnes reaches the moving sidewalk on the Annex Skywalk]
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: [on the phone with Trudeau] We're in the Annex Skywalk. I can see the array. I'll give you a call for protocol tests as soon as it's hot. That's all for now.
[hangs up; we hear Barnes give an instruction to the SWAT team's sergeant. At the other end of the sidewalk, we see Sheldon set down his roller and start to reach for his gun]
Sergeant: Right, sir. You've got it.
[At the end of the sidewalk, O'Reilly presses the stop button that shuts down the walkway. All six of the men nearly lose their balance; he then turns his back to them]
Sergeant: What the hell's going on?
[to the worker at the end of the sidewalk]
Sergeant: Hey! Put that back on!
[as they continue along the walkway, Mulkey and Shockley start to reach for their weapons]
Sergeant: Hey, asshole! Whadda I look like to you?
[O'Reilly turns around, holding a Glock 17 in his left hand]
O'Reilly: A sitting duck!
[He shoots the Sergeant in the head, killing him instantly; he then dives for cover as the other officers return fire; McClane hears the gunfire from inside the ventilation shaft]
John McClane: Shit!
[He draws his Beretta 92FS and checks the slide]
John McClane: Damnit! I hate it when I'm right!
[He continues crawling along at a much faster speed]
Col. Stuart: [after McClane's snowmobile explodes] So much for the element of chance!
[Stuart's men arrive in their car to pick up Esperanza; Kahn has barricaded McClane in the cockpit]
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: Where the hell is Colonel Stuart?
Kahn: Come on, General!
[He helps Esperanza out of the airplane; Stuart runs over to him]
Colonel Stuart: [noticing Esperanza's shoulder wound] General!
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: [shoving Stuart's arm away] I'm all right! He said he was a policeman! I thought you had this place secured!
Kahn: He went in the cockpit.
Colonel Stuart: He's going to hell!
[raises his voice]
Colonel Stuart: McClane! I assume it's you, McClane! You're quite a little soldier! You can consider this a military funeral!
[McClane tries to open the cockpit door, which jams against the rescue axe used to secure it. At this point, Stuart, Esperanza, Garber and Kahn open fire on the plane, spraying up the nose of the aircraft with bullets]
John McClane: If Esperanza gets on that plane and makes it to a country that has no extradition treaties, we're fucked.
John McClane: [noticing Baker on guard duty] Could be a sentry.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: And he could just be out for a walk.
John McClane: Then why is he going over his own footsteps?
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: [dryly, while looking at a radio McClane retrieves from one of the Annex Skywalk soldiers] Next time you kill one of these guys, get 'em to enter the code first.
Marvin: I'm Marv. I thought you was trying to steal my records, that's all.
Soldier: Hey Telford! What was *your* chicken-shit outfit doing while we were taking Grenada?
[He and his comrades burst out laughing]
Maj. Grant: Grenada. Five minutes of firefights, five weeks of surfing!
Cpl. Telford: I wish I was with you guys for that!
Maj. Grant: Yeah. Me too, kid.
Cpl. Telford: Really, sir?
Maj. Grant: Sure. Or we wouldn't have to do this.
[Grant promptly pulls out a knife and slits Telford's throat. Telford gasps and then falls over, dead. Grant pulls out a radio and punches in the three digit descrambler code]
Maj. Grant: Eagle Nest, this is Hatchling. We're on schedule, and in position.
[cuts to Colonel Stuart on the other end]
Col. Stuart: Roger, Hatchling. We are secure here. You have a green light, I repeat, a *green* light.
[Miller reaches the church after escaping from McClane; he passes Baker at the door]
Baker: Where's Cochrane?
Miller: He didn't make it.
Baker: Aw, man.
[He brushes some snow off of Miller's jacket. Inside the church, we see Colonel Stuart marking measurements on a map of the airport. He looks up at Miller's arrival]
Colonel Stuart: You're late.
Miller: [sighs] We ran into trouble, Colonel. Some cop... killed Cochrane. I barely got away, sir.
Colonel Stuart: Did you accomplish your mission?
Miller: Yes, sir. But... Cochrane.
Colonel Stuart: Well then the damage is minimal.
Colonel Stuart: The *penalty* could be severe.
[He puts a Glock 17 to Miller's head. Miller tenses up as Stuart pulls the trigger. The gun clicks on an empty chamber]
Colonel Stuart: You fail me again, and the chamber won't be empty. Dismissed.
[He puts his gun away and Miller leaves]
[after finishing a communication with Stuart from a payphone, Garber heads to the bar to meet Cochrane and Miller]
Garber: That was the Colonel. Everyone's in position.
[to Cochrane, who is listening in on a weather report]
Garber: How's the weather?
Sgt. Oswald Cochrane: We've got flurries all along the Virginia coast. New storm front coming in out of the Northeast.
[Garber and Miller grin]
Garber: God loves the Infantry.
Sgt. Oswald Cochrane: Amen.
[Garber's grin fades]
Garber: Carry out your assignments.
[He pulls back his sleeve to check his watch]
Garber: 15:51. Mark.
[They synchronize watches]
Sgt. Oswald Cochrane: Check.
[He gets up and leaves]
[Esperanza's plane has appeared; Stuart impersonates the control tower to talk to the plane]
Col. Stuart: Dulles Tower, Foxtrot Michael One. Dulles Tower, Foxtrot Michael One.
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane): This is Foxtrot Michael One, Dulles. We read you, over.
Col. Stuart: Foxtrot Michael One, you are to come in on Runway 1-5. I repeat: 1-5.
[In the back of the plane, Esperanza strangles and kills his guard; cuts to McClane and Marvin in the basement]
Marvin: [about the radio he lifted from one of Stuart's henchmen] I found it on the floor next to the luggage belt. What the hell are you so excited about?
John McClane: The code's still punched into this one.
Marvin: You like it, huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it.
John McClane: How 'bout I let you live?
Marvin: Man knows how to barter.
[Cuts back to the pilots of Esperanza's plane]
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane): This is contrary to our instructions. We are to land at Runway 1-0, where we are to be met by representatives of your Justice Dep...
[He is interrupted by the sound of someone cocking a pistol, and turns around to see Esperanza pointing a gun at his head]
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: Captain, please tell the tower you will proceed as ordered.
[the pilot looks at his co-pilot, then back at Esperanza, then finally speaks into his headset]
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane): Roger, Dulles. Proceeding to Runway 1-5.
[the co-pilot immediately grabs for the gun. As he struggles with Esperanza, he is shot in the chest, while another errant shot goes through the cockpit window; the resulting noise startles Stuart in the church and Trudeau in the control tower]
Col. Stuart: Foxtrot Michael One, come in please.
[In the plane, Esperanza trains his gun on the pilot again]
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane): What are you gonna do now? You gonna shoot me? Then who would fly the plane?
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: [smiles] Don't worry about it. It's not your problem.
[He shoots and kills the pilot, then takes the pilot's seat. He pulls out a radio transceiver and presses the descrambler code]
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: Eagle Nest, this is Falcon, Mayday. Eagle Nest, this is Falcon, mayday.
[Hearing Esperanza communicating over the radio instead of over the tower frequency, Garber hands Stuart a radio]
Col. Stuart: Go ahead, Falcon.
Gen. Ramon Esperanza: I've lost cabin pressure. Near zero visibility. I must get out of the storm, and land now, on the first accessible runway.
[a van pulls up in front of the church. Baker and Thompson climb out, wearing maintenance workers' uniforms]
Baker: Grab the tools, will ya?
Thompson: Got it.
[Inside the church, the custodian is eating some soup and watching a TV broadcast on Esperanza's extradition]
Newcaster on TV: This is Aimee Nicole reporting live from Escalon Airport, where deposed general Ramon Esperanza has just arrived under heavy guard. Strangely, the deposed dictator's mood seems jubilant.
[Baker knocks on the door]
Newcaster on TV: He is smiling and waving to the crowd like a man running for political office.
[Baker knocks on the door more urgently; the custodian gets up to answer the door]
Newcaster on TV: ...thousands of political prisoners in the past decade, including the new president, and there's no doubt that he still has some ardent supporters, both here and abroad. Rumors abound on Capitol Hill that there were others...
[the custodian opens the door]
Baker: Sorry to bother you, sir. We're checking our equipment. Got problems with conduit lines in your backyard.
Custodian: Gee, I don't know anything about that.
Thompson: Would you mind if we take a look?
Custodian: Help yourself.
[He shows them into the church as an MD-82 takes off from Dulles on the adjacent runway; the three men walk down the aisle as the broadcast continues in the background]
Custodian: Don't seem right, somehow, closing down this church! Oh I know the parish is gonna keep on using it, but it won't be the same. Been here a lot of years and I've been right here with it. Yeah, I kinda feel like a piece of me is dying along with this church.
Baker: Uh, you're right about that.
[Baker promptly pulls out a suppressed Glock 17 from his jacket and empties three rounds into the custodian, knocking his body backwards into a row of pews that overturn. Baker reholsters his weapon while Thompson watches as the custodian dies]
Newcaster on TV: ...cocaine smuggling, racketeering and bribery of government officials, which he considerably doesn't show. But no matter how high his spirits, they can't hide the fact that America's war on drugs has finally taken its first prisoner.
[Annoyed, Thompson turns off the television and punches the three-digit descrambler code into his walkie-talkie]
Thompson: This is Buckwheat. The clubhouse is open.
[Cuts to Baker and Thompson shifting the pews aside]
[the SWAT team is serving as Barnes's escort to the Skywalk]
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: This kind of thing wasn't in my job description.
Sergeant: Don't worry, Mr. Barnes. We'll watch your back.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: Yeah? Who watches yours?
[Trudeau and Barnes are conversing]
Trudeau: Great, National just shut down! Totally iced. They're gonna be sending us THEIR planes!
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: Happy, happy holidays.
[Lorenzo follows Trudeau up the stairs to the control tower]
Carmine Lorenzo: ...the worst part, Mr. Trudeau, is the press. Oh they were here anyways - crawling all over the Esperanza story - so they got it right on the fucking news, you know, bloodstains and all. Now personally, I'd like to lock every damn reporter out of the airport. But then they'd just pull that "freedom of speech" crap on us and the ACLU would be all over us.
Trudeau: [goes over to the window and looks out over the airfield] Murder on television. Helluva start to Christmas week.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: What is it? A gang thing like last time?
[McClane comes in]
John McClane: Only if your gangs get their training at Fort Bragg.
[One of the flight attendants reaches Holly's row]
Connie, Stewardess #1: Can I get you another?
Holly McClane: [looks at Thornburg across the aisle] No thank you. I only have to look at his face for another fifteen to twenty minutes.
[the intercom comes on]
Pilot (Northeast Airlines plane): Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. I've just been informed by Dulles Traffic Control that there's a weather front moving in ahead of us.
[flips a switch]
Pilot (Northeast Airlines plane): We may be up here a little while longer.
Holly McClane: On second thought.
[Holly holds out her glass]