Die Hard 2 (1990)

Dennis Franz: Carmine Lorenzo

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• John McClane : That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me. You know what that is? It's a porcelain gun made in Germany. Dosen't show up on your airport X-ray machines, here, and it cost more than you make in a month.

  Carmine Lorenzo : You'd be a surprised what I make in a month.

  John McClane : If it's more than a dollar ninety-eight I'd be very surprised.

• Trudeau : Alright, we've got a body in the morgue that seems to have died twice. Assuming it's not a computer error, what do we assume?

  John McClane : That somebody's about to seriously fuck with this airport.

  Trudeau : What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, I know we're dummies up here, McClane, so give us a little taste of your brilliant genius! I mean, you talking about a hijacking, a robbery or what?

  John McClane : Look, I'm not sure. All I know, is...

  Carmine Lorenzo : Oh, he's not sure! Well, I'm stunned! I gotta lie down!

  John McClane : The only people that go to this much trouble are professionals, not luggage thieves and not punks!

  Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : Professional at what?

  John McClane : [holding up the fax]  What the fuck do you this is, huh? The safety patrol, here? This is the resume of a professional mercenary! You got the world's biggest drug dealer on his way here, now. What, do you need, a slide rule to figure this out? Or maybe another body in a zipper bag before you start asking questions?

  Carmine Lorenzo : Hey, pal, you're the one that gave us that fuckin' body, remember that.

  John McClane : Yeah, I remember that.

• Carmine Lorenzo : Hey McClane! You get this parking ticket in front of my airport?

  John McClane : Yeah.

  Carmine Lorenzo : [Lorenzo tears ticket up]  Ah, what the hell; it's Christmas!

• Carmine Lorenzo : It's time to kick ass.

  Marvin : Just like Iwo Jima!

• Maj. Grant : [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.

• [Kahn comes down from the choir loft and joins Colonel Stuart and Garber] 

  Kahn : Sir! We just monitored a call from the chief engineer. Our people took out their SWAT team, *completely*.

  Garber : You were right. They went for the antenna array. We're right on schedule.

  Colonel Stuart : Losing our own team wasn't part of the plan.

  [He goes over to the phone and dials; he is heard in the tower and by McClane over Barnes's phone] 

  Colonel Stuart : Attention, Dulles Tower. Attention, Dulles Control Tower. Mr. Trudeau, I know you're listening. Unfortunately, you're not obeying.

  Trudeau : [to himself]  Draw me face to face. We'll see.

  Colonel Stuart : You were warned not to try to restore your systems. You've wasted lives and precious time on a futile and obvious target. Now you're gonna pay the penalty.

  John McClane : [on the Skywalk, through Barnes's phone]  I've got five dead officers down here, Colonel Stuart! Is that penalty enough?

  [Lorenzo goes over to the phone] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : McClane, you keep out of this! You've been enough of a pain...

  [He stops midsentence when he notices Trudeau glaring unhappily at him] 

  Colonel Stuart : Oh, McClane. John McClane. The policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi hostages. I read about you in People Magazine. You seemed a bit out of your league on Nightline, I thought.

  John McClane : Hey, Colonel. Blow me! How much drug money is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?

  Colonel Stuart : I think Cardinal Richilieu said it best: "Treason is merely a matter of dates." This country's got to learn that it can't keep cutting the legs off of men like General Esperanza. Men who have the guts to stand up against Communist aggression.

  John McClane : And Lesson #1 starts with killing policemen? What's Lesson #2, the neutron bomb?

  Colonel Stuart : No. I think we can find something in between. Watch this!

  [Hangs up and turns to Thompson] 

  Colonel Stuart : Give me a flight number - one that's low on fuel.

  [Thompson hands him a slip] 

  Thompson : Windsor 114, transatlantic from London. Fuel tanks dry as a martini.

  Colonel Stuart : Activate the ILS landing system. Recalibrate sea level - *minus* 200 feet.

  [Thompson rotates a dial and taps his pen on a computer screen to recalibrate the system] 

  Controller in tower : Oh Jesus! They've reset ground level minus 200 feet!

• Grant : [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.

• Carmine Lorenzo : Yeah, yeah, I know who you are. You're the asshole who just broke 7 FAA and 5 District of Columbia regulations running round my airport with a gun, shooting at people. What do you call that shit?

  John McClane : Self-defense.

  Carmine Lorenzo : [scoffs]  And you think that LA badge is gonna get you a free lunch or something around here?

  John McClane : Your boys just walked away from a crime scene, Captain. You can't deal this thing up in 10 minutes, and you know it. You gotta seal the area off, take pictures...

  Carmine Lorenzo : [cuts him off]  Hey, don't lecture me, hotshot. I know what I'm doing. We'll dust it down, we'll, uh, sweep for fibers...

  John McClane : Just shut down the area and...

  Carmine Lorenzo : Oh, it's that simple, huh? Just shut the area down? Yeah, and I got everybody from the Schriner's convention to the goddamn boy scouts tapering through here.

  [a woman starts to walk into the office with a handful of papers] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : I got lost kids, lost dogs-

  [notices the woman] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : Not now! Later!

  [to McClane] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : I got international diplomats. I got a fuckin' reindeer flyin' in here from the fuckin' petting zoo! But, John McClane, he's got a little problem. He'll, let's shut down the whole fuckin' airport! Now, what do you think they're gonna say upstairs when I tell them that?

  John McClane : Why don't you pick up the phone and find out?

  Carmine Lorenzo : Because I don't need full fuckin' forensics that tell me all this was was some punk stealing luggage!

  John McClane : Hey, that guy pulled a Glock 7 on me. You know what that is? It's a porcelain gun made in Germany, it doesn't show up on your. -ray machines, and it costs more than you make in a month!

  Carmine Lorenzo : You'd be surprised what I make in a month.

  John McClane : If it's more than $1.98, I'd be very surprised.

  Carmine Lorenzo : McClane, don't start believing your own press, huh?

  [snatches the paper from McClane's hand] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : Yeah, yeah, I know all about you and that Nakatomi thing in LA. Look, you are in my little pond now. And I am the big fish that runs it. So, you cap some low-life. Fine.

  [presses a button sending two officers to throw McClane out of the office] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : I'll send your fuckin' captain in LA a fuckin' commendation. Now, in the meantime, you get the hell out of my office before I throw you out of my goddamn airport!

  [2 officers arrive and stare at McClane, waiting for him to leave] 

  John McClane : [pauses in the doorway]  Come on, let me ask you something. What set off the metal detectors first? The lead in your ass, or the shit in your brains?

  [whispers] 

  John McClane : Fat fuck.

• Carmine Lorenzo : Yeah, yeah! I know all about you and that Nakatomi thing in L.A.! But just cuz the TV thinks you're hot shit, that don't make it so.

• John McClane : Just shut down that area and send your people in.

  Carmine Lorenzo : Oh, just shut the area down - it's that simple is it? Just shut the area down? Yeah - and I got everybody from the Shriners Convention to the goddamn Boy Scouts traipsing through here. I got lost kids, lost dogs - I got international diplomats - I got a fuckin' reindeer flying in here from the fuckin' petting zoo.

• Carmine Lorenzo : You are in my little pond now, and I am the big fish that runs it.

• [Trudeau and Barnes are conversing] 

  Trudeau : Great, National just shut down! Totally iced. They're gonna be sending us THEIR planes!

  Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : Happy, happy holidays.

  [Lorenzo follows Trudeau up the stairs to the control tower] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : ...the worst part, Mr. Trudeau, is the press. Oh they were here anyways - crawling all over the Esperanza story - so they got it right on the fucking news, you know, bloodstains and all. Now personally, I'd like to lock every damn reporter out of the airport. But then they'd just pull that "freedom of speech" crap on us and the ACLU would be all over us.

  Trudeau : [goes over to the window and looks out over the airfield]  Murder on television. Helluva start to Christmas week.

  Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : What is it? A gang thing like last time?

  [McClane comes in] 

  John McClane : Only if your gangs get their training at Fort Bragg.

• Carmine Lorenzo : I don't need full fuckin' forensics to tell me all this was was some punks stealing luggage.

  John McClane : Luggage... that "punk" pulled a Glock 7 on me.

• [McClane shows his badge] 

  Carmine Lorenzo : L.A., Mr. Trudeau - don't mean shit.

  Trudeau : Yeah... that's what I said about my last cholesterol test.