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Or should I call you

Hans Gruber:
Touching, Cowboy, touching. Or should I call you, Mr. McClane? Mr. Officer John McClane of the New York Police Department?
Richard Thornburg:
Get on the phone to Harry in New York. Come on, baby, move, move.
Thornburg's Assistant:
Got it.
Sergeant Al Powell:
Better get a hold of somebody in dispatch.
John McClane:
Sister Teresa called me Mr. McClane in the third grade. My friends call me John, and you're neither, shit-head.
Hans Gruber:
I have someone who wants to talk to you; a very special friend who was with you at the party tonight.
Harry Ellis:
[Hans hands him the walkie talkie]
Hey, John boy.
John McClane:
Ellis?
Harry Ellis:
Yeah. Now listen, John, they're giving me a few minutes to try to talk some sense into you. I know you think you're doing your job, John, and I can appreciate that, but, you're just dragging this thing out. Now look, no one gets outta here until these guys can talk to the *LA* police, and that just ain't gonna happen until you stop messin' up the works, capisci?
John McClane:
Ellis, what have you told them?
Harry Ellis:
I told 'em we were old friends and you were my guest at the party.
John McClane:
Ellis, you shouldn't be doin' this.
Harry Ellis:
Tell me about it. Alright, John, listen. They want you to tell them where the detonators are. They know people are listening. They want the detonators or they're gonna kill me.
[pause]

Harry Ellis:
John, didn't you hear me?
John McClane:
Yeah, I hear you.
Harry Ellis:
Hey, John, I think you can get with the program a little, huh? The police are here now, it's their problem. Now tell these guys where the detonators are so no one else gets hurt, you know I'm putting my life on the line for you, pal.
John McClane:
Ellis, listen to me very carefully.
Harry Ellis:
John?
John McClane:
Shut up Ellis, just shut your mouth! Put Hans back on the line.
[Ellis holds the walkie talkie up]

John McClane:
Hans, this shit-head does not know what kind of man you are, but I do. Listen to me!
Hans Gruber:
Good. Then, you'll give us what we want and save your friend's life. You're not part of this equation this time, you realize that.
[presents his gun]

Harry Ellis:
Hey, what am I, a method actor? Hans, babe, put away the gun, this is radio, not television.
John McClane:
[nervously yelling]
Hans, this asshole is not my friend, I just met him tonight, I don't know him. Jesus Christ, Ellis these people are gonna kill you, tell them, you don't know me.
Harry Ellis:
John, how can you say that after all these years, huh? John?
[gets no response]

Harry Ellis:
John?
[still gets no response, then laughs slightly, then Hans shoots him in the head]

Hans Gruber:
[he puts the walkie talkie up to the screaming crowd, then yells into the walkie talkie]
You 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!
John McClane:
Go fuck yourself, Hans.

Transcript:
Touching, cowboy. Touching.
Or should I call you...
Mr. McClane.?
Mr. OfficerJohn McClane...
of the New York
Police Department?
- Get on the phone to Harry in New York.
Come on, baby. Move.! - Got it.
Better get a hold
of somebody at dispatch.
Sister Theresa called me
Mr. McClane in the third grade,
my friends call me John,
and you're neither,
shithead.
I have someone
who wants to talk to you-
A very special friend...
who was with you
at the party tonight.
Hey, John boy.
Ellis?
Yeah.
Now, listen, John.
They're giving me
a few minutes...
to try to talk
some sense into you.
I know you think
you're doin' your job,
but you're just
draggin' this thing out.
No one gets out of here
until these guys can talk...
to the L.A. police, and that
just ain't gonna happen...
till you stop messing up
the works, capisci?
Ellis, what have
you told them?
I told them
we were old friends,
and you were
my guest.
You shouldn't
be doing this.
Tell me about it.
All right, John,
listen.
They want you to tell them
where the detonators are.
They know people
are listening.
They want
the detonators,
or they're
going to kill me.
John, didn't you
hear me?
Yeah, I hear you.
John, get
with the program.
Tell these guys...
where
the detonators are...
so no one else
gets hurt!
I'm putting my life
on the line, pal!
Ellis,
listen to me carefully.
John-
Shut up, Ellis!
Just shut your mouth!
Put Hans back on!
Hans, this shithead doesn't
know you, but I do-
Good. Then you'll
give us what we want.
You're not part
of this equation.
What am I,
a method actor?
Put away the gun.
This is radio,
not television.
Hans, he's not my friend!
I don't know him!
Jesus, Ellis!
They'll kill you!
Tell them
you don't know me!
How can you say that
after all these years?
John? John?
Do you hear that?
Talk to me! Where
are my detonators?
Where are they,
or shall I shoot
another one?
Sooner or later,
I'll get to someone
you care about.
Go fuck
yourself, Hans.
Did you hear that?
He just let
the guy die, man.
Man, can't you see
what's happening?
Can't you read
between the lines?
He did everything
he could...
to save him.
If he gave up,
they'd both be dead!
No. They'd be
talking to us.
You tell your partner
to stay out of this.
If he doesn't,
I'm going to
nail his ass.
The man is hurting.
He is alone, tired,
and he hasn't seen
diddly-squat...
from anybody here!
You think
he'll give a damn...
about what you do
if he makes it?
Wake up and smell
what you shoveling.
Anytime you want
to go home,
you consider
yourself dismissed.
No, sir.
You couldn't drag me away.
Attention, police.
Attention, police.
This is Sergeant
Al Powell-
This is deputy chief
Dwayne Robinson.
Who is this?
This is Hans Gruber.
I assume you realize
the futility of direct action.
We have no wish
for further loss of life.
Well, what is it
you do wish for?
I have comrades
around the world...
languishing
in prison.
The American
State Department...
enjoys rattling its saber
for itself.
Now it can rattle it
for me.
The following are to be
released from their captors-
The seven members
of the New Provo Front,
in Canada, the five imprisoned
leaders of Liberté du Quebec,
in Sri Lanka, the nine members
of the Asian Dawn.
What the fuck?
I read about them
in Time magazine.
When these revolutionary
brothers and sisters are free,
the hostages will be
taken to the roof...
and will accompany us
in helicopters...
to the Los Angeles
International Airport...
where they'll be given
further instructions.
You have two hours
to comply.
Wait a minute,
Mr. Gruber.
This is crazy.
I don't have
the authority.
Two hours
is not enough.
Hello? Hello!
Did you get
all that?
We got to make
some calls.
Do you think
they'll try?
Who cares?
Theo, are we
on schedule?
One more. Then
it's up to you.
This one will
take a miracle.
It's Christmas, Theo.
It's the time of miracles,
so be of good cheer.
Call me when you hit
the last lock.
Hunt that little shit down
and get those detonators.
Fritz is checking
the explosives.
I'll check
the explosives.
Hey, Powell,
you out there?
I'm here, John.
I'm here.
Believe me, there was
nothing I could do.

Clip duration: 379 seconds
Views: 20
Movie: Die Hard
Year: 1988
Genres: action, thriller
Summary: An NYPD officer tries to save his wife and several others taken hostage by German terrorists during a Christmas party at the Nakatomi Plaza in Los Angeles.


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Actors

Hans Gruber - Alan Rickman
John McClane - Bruce Willis