John McClane attempts to avert disaster as rogue military operatives seize control of Dulles International Airport in Washington, D.C.
— I saw the stiff. Word is that was your handiwork.
— Nah. I do needlepoint.
— How about twenty dollars?
— How about I let you live?
— Man knows how to bargain...
— Guess I was wrong about you. You're not such an asshole after all.
— No, you were right. I'm just your kind of asshole.
— They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
— Yeah. I heard that too.
— It just don't seem right somehow — closing down this church. Oh, I know the parish is gonna keep on usin' it, but it won't be the same. Been here a lot of years, and I've been right here with it. Yeah, I kind of feel like a piece of me is dying along with this church.
— Well, you're right about that.
— Say, I close in about an hour. Maybe we can go get a drink?
— Just the fax, ma'am. Just the fax.
