Sergeant Al Powell:
[over radio]
Hey, John? John McClane you still with us?
John McClane:
Yeah. But all things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia. Chalk up two more bad guys.
[Begins removing glass from foot]
Sergeant Al Powell:
Well, the boys down here will be glad to hear that. You know we got a pool going on you.
John McClane:
What kind of odds am I getting?
Sergeant Al Powell:
You don't wanna know.
John McClane:
Put me down for twenty, I'm good for it.
[pulls shard of glass from foot]
John McClane:
. Hey pal, you got flat feet?
Sergeant Al Powell:
What the hell you talking about, man.
John McClane:
Something had to get you off the street.
Sergeant Al Powell:
What's the matter? You don't think jockeying papers around a desk is a noble effort for a cop?
John McClane:
No...
Sergeant Al Powell:
I had an accident.
John McClane:
The way you drive, I can see why. What'd you do? Run over your captains foot with the car?
Sergeant Al Powell:
I shot a kid. He was 13 years old. Oh, it was dark, I couldn't see him, he had a ray gun, looked real enough. You know when you're a rookie they can teach you everything about being a cop, except how to live with a mistake. Anyway, I just couldn't bring myself to draw my gun on anyone again.
John McClane:
...Sorry man.
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