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: You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. John McClane
: Story of my life.
: 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.
: Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you. John McClane
: I got enough friends.
: [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.
: 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.
: [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.