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WALTER: If we don't do it, this guy says he's going to blow up another public place.
JOHN: Why me? What does it have to do with me? WALTER: I have no idea. He just said it had to be you. JOHN: It's nice to be needed. WALTER: Frankly John... JOHN: Hey, Walter, how about fucking your mind about Holley? Tell Simon I have a fucking hang over. Okay. WALTER: We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes. JOHN: Take your time. I expect to be dead in 4.
ZEUS: Now, where are you going? DEXTER'S FRIEND: School. ZEUS: Why? DEXTER: To get educated. ZEUS: Why? DEXTER'S FRIEND: So we can go to college. ZEUS: And why is that important? DEXTER'S FRIEND: To get respect. ZEUS: Respect. And who's the bad guys? DEXTER'S FRIEND: Guys who sells drugs. DEXTER: Guys who have guns. ZEUS: And who's the good guys? DEXTER'S FRIEND: We're the good guys. ZEUS: Who's gonna help you? DEXTER: Nobody. ZEUS: So who's gonna help you? DEXTER'S FRIEND: We're gonna help ourselves. ZEUS: And who do we want not to help us? BOTH: White people. ZEUS: That's right. Now get on out of here. Go to school.
JOHN: Okay. Jesus, I'm sorry you got involved, all right? ZEUS: Why you keep calling me 'Jesus'? I look Puerto Rican to you? JOHN: The guy back there called you 'Jesus'. ZEUS: He didn't call me 'Jesus'. He said, "Hey, Zeus." My name is Zeus. JOHN: Zeus? ZEUS: Yeah, Zeus. As in father of Apollo, god of Mount Olympus, don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass, Zeus!
ZEUS: You got a problem with enemy? SIMON: No, no. My only problem is that I went to some trouble preparing that game for McClane. You interfered with a well-laid plan. ZEUS: Yeah, well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.
ZEUS: Woah, woah... I'm not going anywhere. WALTER: Simon says you got to go. ZEUS: I'm not jumping through hoops for some psycho. That's a white man, with white problems. You deal with him. Call me when he crosses 110th. JOHN: Why did you save my ass? ZEUS: I didn't. I stopped a white cop from getting killed in Harlem. One white cop gets killed today, tomorrow, we've got a thousand white cops. All of them with itchy trigger fingers. Got it?
CONNIE: Okay, they made it to the phone, but there is a problem. WALTER: What do you mean, how big a problem? JOE: About 300 pounds. JOHN: Man, excuse me man, we need this phone for official police business. PHONE WOMAN: Do you mind? JOHN: Honey, I'm a cop. I need the phone right now. PHONE WOMAN: I'm sorry. ZEUS: Get off the damn phone lady, police business! PHONE WOMAN: Well, never. ZEUS: I can get used to this. JOHN: I'm sure you can find a phone across the street, 'mam. Let's get something straight, I'm the only one here on official police business. Don't ever do that shit again.
JOHN: Hello. SIMON: Birds of the feather flock together, so do pigs and swine. Rats and mice have their chance as well as I have mine. JOHN: Nice, rhymes. SIMON: Why was the phone busy. Who were you calling? JOHN: The psychic hot line. SIMON: I advise you to take this more seriously. JOHN: Look, it's a public phone, what do you want me to say?
ZEUS: Dial, 555-2401. ZEUS: No wait, wait. It's a trick. It' a trick. JOHN: What? What? What do you mean? ZEUS: I forgot about the man. JOHN: What man? Fuck the man. We got 10 seconds. ZEUS: He said how many were going to St-Ives, right? The riddle begins as I was going to St-Ives, I met a man with 7 wives. The guy and his wives aren't going anywhere. JOHN: What are they doing? ZEUS: Sitting on a fucking road, waiting on the... How the hell should I know? JOHN: Who's going to St-Ives than? ZEUS: The guy, just the guy. JOHN: Just one guy? ZEUS: The answer is one. JOHN: Just the guy. How do you dial 1? ZEUS: 555-0001. JOHN: 0001. Just one guy is going. SIMON: Hello John. JOHN: Yeah. Piece of cake. Give us something harder next time.
JOHN: What were you saying? ZEUS: I was saying, I used to drive a cab and 9th is the fastest way south. But we seem going East. What the hell are you doing McClane. I told you 9th is the quickest way south. JOHN: Stop with your goddamn yelling. I know what I'm doing. ZEUS: Not even god knows what you're doing. Wallstreet is south. JOHN: Stop yelling at me, I've got a bad headache. And the best way south is not 9th Avenue. It's through the park. ZEUS: Oh shit! Told you the park drive was always jammed. JOHN: I didn't say park drive, I said through the park.
ZEUS: What are you gonna do? JOHN: I'm going to get that bomb. Listen, you fail, I cover your ass. I fail, you cover my ass. ZEUS: And if we both fail. JOHN: Then, we're both fucked. Go now, get to that phone booth by 10:20. Go. ZEUS: It's my fucking lucky day.
ZEUS: So, what's up with that L.A. thing? You're famous or something? JOHN: Yeah, for about 5 minutes. ZEUS: Don't tell, Rodney King. Right? JOHN: Fuck you. You know, this guy Simon we are talking to. I threw his little brother of the 32nd floor of Nakatomi Tower out in L.A.. I guess he's a little pissed off about it. ZEUS: Wait a minute. You mean you're telling me I'm in this shit because some white asshole brother fell off a roof?
JOHN: We go find Simon. Drag him to a ship to shore radio and beat the fucking code out of him. Here, take this. ZEUS: How does it work? JOHN: You don't know how to shoot a gun? ZEUS: Look, all brothers don't know how to shoot guns, you racist mother fucker. JOHN: Sue me.
SIMON: Hello John McClane. JOHN: There was never any bomb in a school, was there? SIMON: Of course not. I'm a soldier, not a monster. Even though if I sometimes work for monsters.
ZEUS: You're gonna blow it all up? SIMON: That's the idea. There's some gentlemen in the middle East who seems to think they’re going to make a great deal of money. See you safely in the ship and I'll see you on the port side launch. ZEUS: What the hell this got to do with killing McClane? SIMON: Life is my little bonus. ZEUS: Didn't you say you didn't even liked your brother? SIMON: There's a difference, you know, between not liking my brother and not caring when some dumb Irish fat fool drops him out of a window. ZEUS: Hey, I didn't even know that mother fucker. SIMON: Yes, I never invited you on board this ship.
ZEUS: You know some cop tricks about handcuff that's gonna get us out of this? JOHN: Yeah, use a key. You know how to pick this lock? ZEUS: Is this your black shit again? JOHN: Will you stop with that racial shit? Are you a fucking locksmith or what?
ZEUS: Damn McClane, I was just starting to like you. JOHN: Yeah. Well, don't. I'm an asshole. ZEUS: What are you talking about now? JOHN: I lied to you Zeus. ZEUS: About what? JOHN: You remember I said Charles found that bomb up in Harlem? ZEUS: Yeah. JOHN: They found it in Chinatown. ZEUS: Oh. Now, that's low. People white are low, but not fucking like you.
ZEUS: Huh, huh. You have a wife, McClane? JOHN: Yeah. ZEUS: I'm surprised anybody stayed with you long enough to get married. JOHN: Well, she didn't stick too long. We are sort of separated. ZEUS: What the fuck is sort of separated? JOHN: Well, she was in L.A., I was in New York. We got a fight on the phone. She hung up. I didn't call her back. ZEUS: How long was it that? JOHN: About a year ago now. ZEUS: About a year. Hehehehe. JOHN: What the fuck are you laughing about? ZEUS: You threw away your marriage because you were too fucking stupid to pick up the phone.
SIMON: Yesterday, yesterday, we were an army with no country. Tomorrow, we have to decide which country we want to buy! JOHN: Maybe, we should call a fire truck. ZEUS: Nah, fuck him. Let him cook. JOHN: Oh shit! ZEUS: What? What? JOHN: I left Holly hanging on hold. ZEUS: Ah, call her back. JOHN: I don't know. She's going to be pissed. ZEUS: She'll get over it. JOHN: I don't know Zeus. Like I said: She's a really stubborn women. ZEUS: Yeah, she has to be to stay married to you.
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