building,
over here, Woodlawn.
What the hell...
- I know, right?
- Right, what?
What the hell you guys
talking about?
The power consumption is off the charts.
It's hot, on fire.
- The chilling towers?
- That's what I thought.
- Hello, what's a chilling tower?
- Jees, see what I've been dealing with?
Large server farms generate a
lot of heat, they need to be cooled.
Why there?
I don't know what is in that building but I
assure you it's not Social Security numbers.
I have a red flag over here,
someone's hacking into Woodlawn.
Tracking IP on the server now...
Frederick Kaludis.
- Let's take a look at him.
- Fat bastard!
McClane. Where is his daughter?
We just got a trace on her cell.
You're gonna love this.
Alright let's get
a better look at you.
 Freddy, what the hell are you
doing, meddling in my network?
 McClane? I thought
I'd killed you already.
I get that sometimes.
Do you think you can
track where he is?
 Detective, covering the camera with
your hand, doesn't turn off the microphone.
I know that am not as smart as
you guys and this computer shit.
 But hey, I'm still
alive aint I?
I mean you got to be running
outta bad guys by now, right?
Gabriel?
Honestly, you can tell me.
How's that work?
Is it some kind of service or something?
Some kind of 1-800 number, 1-800 henchmen?
I bet you are still
on hold waiting :
"Get another dead Asian hooker
bitch over here right away?"
But seriously, all that kicking
aside, that skinny ninja chick...
 she was smoking hot.
Another one of those is gonna be
real hard to come by, right?
- You're very impressed with yourself, aren't you?
- I have my moments.
Yeah?
Is this one of them?
- Hello?
- Yes, Emergency Services calling.
- Oh, thank God.
- Can she hear me?
My name is Lucy Gennero, I have been
stuck for hours, been trying to call...
- my cell phone’s not working...
- Can she hear this?
Lucy, hang up that phone.
 Calm down miss.
We know exactly where you are.
- Everything will be alright.
- Lucy, hang up the phone!
Please, John, I am
trying to have a conversation.
 we are a bit overloaded
tonight, as you may imagine, < /i>
but I assure you, we are
gonna get you out of there...
even if I have to come down there
and get you myself.
Thank you.
In the meantime Mrs Gennero is
there anybody we can contact for you?
Yes, my Dad.
His name is John McClane,
He's a New York City cop.
 We'll find him, just hang
in there Miss and we will get to you.
 Very soon.
 Thank you.
 Wow, that's a great girl you
got there, can't wait to meet her
 What's the matter,
cat got your tongue?
Come on John? Make a joke.
Say something funny.
 WOODLAWN < /i>
Wait, where are you going?
Hey, hold up. Where are you going?
What are you gonna do?
What do you think I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna kill this guy
and get my daughter.
- But she can be...
- No, listen to me.
It's gonna get messy,
You should just stay here.
- I think I...
- Hey, I'm doing you a favour.
I wouldn't bet on me, alright?
I'll take it from here.
Thanks for the help.
I wouldn't bet on you either,
so I guess I'll give you a hand.
OK.
F.B.I. mam,
Jersey  Field Office.
Mind if I see your ID?
Not at all.
My father is a cop, force of habit.
Your father sounds like
a very smart man.
- kid, can you get Bowman?
- Err, yeah.
It's completely dead.
Gabriel must have shut down
all of the satellite links. Shit!
I'm sorry about Lucy, man.
all of it...
It is my fault you got into this,
this wasn't your fight.
You have nothing to be sorry about.
Bastard!
This bitch is a handful.
Are you gonna be alright?
Behave or I will hurt you.
Oh yeah? Let's step outside,
just you and me.
We will see who hurts who!
You really are his daughter.
Tie her wrists.
Trey! Gabriel wants to see you.
- Is it that time already?
- Yes.
I'll be back in one second.
Don't

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