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SIMON GRUBER
Where are my pigeons now?
INSPECTOR COBB
Pigeons?
SIMON GRUBER
I had two pigeons, bright and gay, fly from me the other day. Why was it they did go? You cannot tell, you do not know.
INSPECTOR COBB
You mean McClane?
SIMON GRUBER
No, I mean Santa Claus.
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SIMON GRUBER
[addressing his troops] And remember, this is all due to the g-g-g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
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SIMON GRUBER
I think he's dead my dear.
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SIMON GRUBER
[observing the blast area] Hook, line, and sink. [His 14 dump trucks trundle up Wall Street towards the area where the station is. They pass Rick Walsh without any regard for his gestures for him to stop]
RICKY WALSH
Hey, whoa-whoa-whoa! [Simon, dressed as a businessman, comes up to him and flashes his credentials]
SIMON GRUBER
Detective! Bob Thompson. City Engineer's office. We'd like to get an idea of the damage. [Behind him, one of his men jumps on one of the trucks]
RICKY WALSH
Man, you guys really got here fast!
SIMON GRUBER
[with a faux-American accent] Well, it's Wall Street, sir. A lot of money here. Lot of opinion majors - the mayor doesn't wanna piss off, you know. Is this it? [They reach the plaza above the IRT Broadway - Seventh Avenue Line station. Simon pretends shock] Holy Toledo! Somebody had fun. [turns to Walsh] I'd appreciate if you'd show my associates the way down.
RICKY WALSH
Yeah - yeah, sure. [to another cop] Jimmy! You got the flashlight? Murphy, come on, you too! [Two cops are waved over. While Walsh and the two cops lead some of Simon's men down into the wreckage, Simon walks a ways and meets his other associates, who get out of their car. He puts on sunglasses and they then enter the Federal Reserve, where the alarms have been set off by the subway blast]
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ZEUS CARVER
[slowly] I have to answer that phone.
TRANSIT COP
Get 'em up!
ZEUS CARVER
Look, if you have to shoot me, then you go ahead and you shoot me! But I have to answer this phone, all right?
ZEUS CARVER
[picks up the receiver] I'm here.
SIMON GRUBER
[on the other line] And McClane?
ZEUS CARVER
He's on his way. Uh, you know, he's a little slow. He's kinda outta shape.
SIMON GRUBER
The rules applied to both of you. I'm afraid this is noncompliance. Goodbye.
ZEUS CARVER
Trust me guys. Duck. [He immediately takes cover, knowing what will happen. As the train enters the station, McClane tries to smash the door on the last car of the train to throw the bomb out onto the track to minimize the amount of damage. As he does that, the wheels on the firts car hit a trip wire on the left rail that is connected to a remote detonator. It activates the bomb as McClane is throwing it out the window, causing the rear car to slide across the island platform, knocking down signs and columns]
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ZEUS CARVER
[slowly] I have to answer that phone.
TRANSIT COP
Get 'em up!
ZEUS CARVER
Look, if you have to shoot me, then you go ahead and you shoot me! But I have to answer this phone, all right?
ZEUS CARVER
[picks up the receiver] I'm here.
SIMON GRUBER
[on the other line] And McClane?
ZEUS CARVER
He's on his way. Uh, you know, he's a little slow. He's kinda outta shape.
SIMON GRUBER
The rules applied to both of you. I'm afraid this is noncompliance. Goodbye. [hangs up]
ZEUS CARVER
Trust me guys. Duck.
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SIMON GRUBER
[Simon has just broken into the Federal Reserve] One hundred and forty billion dollars! Ten times what's in Kentucky. Fort Knox? Ha! It's for tourists.
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SIMON GRUBER
Why was the phone busy? Who were you calling?
JOHN MCCLANE
The Psychic Hotline!
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MISCHA
[the second guard tries to reach the front desk but instead reaches Simon's henchman who has replaced the real guard] Front desk.
FEDERAL RESERVE GUARD #2
Yes, call the police, get your ass down here right now! I'm under attack!
MISCHA
Hey, just relax mate, maybe you'll live through this. [Not believing this, the guard promptly grabs a shotgun and fires relentlessly at the door. He doesn't see Katya creep up behind him with a knife. She slashes through his neck twice, then stabs him in the chest, causing him to double over. As he doubles over, she stabs him in the back, at which point Simon grabs her, twists her hand and pins her against the wall, restraining her. He glowers disapprovingly at her]
SIMON GRUBER
I think he's dead, my dear.
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JOHN MCCLANE
[prepares to shoot a wire down on Simon's helicopter] Say hello to your brother! [shoots down the wire]
SIMON GRUBER
[sees what McClane did] Get out of here!
JOHN MCCLANE
Yipie-kiya motherfucker!