Bill Jarvis The first man there is Mathias Targo. Was Hungarian army, explosives expert. Now we believe he's working for the Iranians. Freelance terrorism by contract.
FBI Agent Andy Cross Targo's other half. Rumor is the Israelis slipped a bomb in between their sheets. He wasn't at home, but they think they got her.
Bill Jarvis The second man was an obscure colonel in the East German Army. Ran an infiltration unit, kind of like the Nazis did at Battle of the Bulge. English speaking troops.
Yeah, yeah. I saw the movie.
Bill Jarvis All we know of him is the GDR medical records show he suffers from migraines. His name is Peter Krieg.
Well, that is an exceptional report, fellas. Now, do you want to tell me what the hell this has to do with me?
FBI Chief Does the name Gruber mean anything to you, Lieutenant? (John remembers Hans Gruber falling from the Nakatomi building to his death)
L.A.. That thing in the building in L.A.
FBI Chief Peter Krieg was born Simon Peter Gruber. He's Hans Gruber's brother.
Dr. Fred Schiller These people don't like to work anonymously. They want you to know who's doing it to you. So this name Simon is probably not an alias. It's probably Simon or some variation.
Joe Lambert [reads information off of a rap sheet]
Simon, Robert E. Busted in '86. Extortion. Kidnapping. 10 to 15. Did 7 years for good behavior. Released on a state work furlough two months ago.
IC Inspector Cobb
Check it. [Rick tosses something to McClane]
Thanks, Rick. Bob Simon was a bankrupt businessman who kidnapped his partner's daughter. He's a ****-up, not a psycho. The guy we're looking for is nuts.
Charles Weiss [comes in]
A nut who knows a lot about bombs. We found this in a playground. Professional. Very cool stuff! You know … [thuds the bomb on Cobb's desk] Boom!
IW Inspector Walter Cobb
You think you should slam it around like that, Charlie?
Charles Weiss It's unmixed. You can't hurt it. This stuff is cutting edge. It's a binary liquid.
IW Inspector Walter Cobb
A what?
Charles Weiss Like epoxy. Two liquids. [puts a dab of the clear liquid on Cobb's desk] Now, either one by itself … [hits it with his shoe] you got nothing. But, mix 'em … :[dabs a paperclip in the red liquid, swirls it into the clear] Ricky? [Ricky Walsh moves aside and Charlie throws the paperclip at a chair. The mixture explodes and pops the chair up, startling everyone]
Connie Kowalski [pissed]
Charlie, you're gonna be wearin' that chair up your ass!!
IW Inspector Walter Cobb
Christ almighty, Charlie!
Charles Weiss [pretending to have not heard them]
Like I said, very cool stuff. Now, with a package like this, you get a warning. Now, the bomb has to arm itself. You'll see the red liquid pump into the clear before it detonates.
Charles Weiss Ten seconds, two minutes, it could be anything. But once it's mixed...be somewhere else.
I'm on a case. Somebody blew Bonwit Teller's an hour ago. Did you hear about that on the news?
The same asshole that did that said I gotta come to Harlem and do this, or he's gonna blow up somethin' else, do you understand?
[muttering]
Shit, shit...
When you get across the street, you should get across the street.
Look, start acting crazy, alright?
Like Looney Tunes, you know like Bellevue?
BG Black Gang Leader
[A black gang has seen McClane with the "I hate ****" sign and is surrounding him and Zeus]
Hey, Zeus. Is he a friend of yours?
He look like a friend of mine? I think this dude has just escaped from some hospital. You know, like Bellevue?
[on the guard's phone]
Attention! Attention! Nils is dead! I repeat, Nils is dead, ****-head. So's his pal, and those four guys from the East German All-Stars, your boys at the bank? They're gonna be a little late.
[on the phone]
John... in the back of the truck you're driving, there's 13 billon dollars worth in gold bullion. I wonder would a deal be out of the question?
[on the phone]
Yeah, I got a deal for you. Come out from that rock you're hiding under, and I'll drive this truck up your ass.
[on the phone]
How colorful.
[into radio]
Bridgeport coast guard, come in, please. [to McClane] They put you on hold?
She told me to stay on the line.
[laughing]
Oh, God, I love this country.
You know, your brother was an asshole.
[looks up sharply, then laughs]
He was an asshole! You-you got his number?
Didn't I hear you say you didn't even like your brother?
There's a difference, you know, between not liking one's brother, and not caring when some dumb, Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.
Hey, I didn't even know the mother****er!
Yes, and I never invited you aboard this ship.
No riddle's going to stop this mother****er?
No code, no riddle, no fancy countdown. [Attempts to leave the ship]
[While tied to a large bomb]
Hey ****-head. [Simon stops instantly and turns around] Yeah, you, ****-head. There's just one thing I gotta know. You got any aspirins? I've had a bad ****in' headache all day long.
[chuckles and throws him a bottle of aspirin]
Must be your lucky day. Keep the bottle.
