Die Hard Page #2

LUCY:

McClane residence. Lucy McClane

speaking.

Holly suddenly smiles. It is the first time we've seen her

smile and it speaks volumes about the person hidden under a

tough business exterior.

HOLLY:

(with affection)

Hello, Lucy McClane. This is your

mother.

She looks up and watches Ellis leave. He "shoots" her with a

"catch ya later" wink.

LUCY:

Mommy! When are you coming home?!

HOLLY:

Soon. You'll be in bed when I get

there, though.

LUCY:

Will you come say 'good night'?

HOLLY:

Don't I always, you goose?

(enjoying Lucy's giggle)

Now put Paulina on the line, and

no searching the house for presents!

LUCY:

(caught)

I didn't look in the front closet

under the steps! Is Daddy coming

home with you?

JOHN, JR.

(hearing this, jumping up

and down)

Yeah! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

(on second thought)

And a Captain Power!

HOLLY:

(a little tightly)

Well, we'll see what Santa and Mommy

can do. Goose, put Paulina on, okay?

Lucy hands the phone to a young Salvadorian woman, PAULINA,

the housekeeper.

PAULINA:

Hello, Mrs. Holly. You coming home

soon?

HOLLY:

I'm working on it.

(beat)

Did Mr. McClane call? *

PAULINA:

No ma'am.

Holly hides a trace of disappointment.

HOLLY:

Well...maybe there wasn't time before *

the flight. You should probably make

up the spare room just in case.

PAULINA:

(smiling)

Yes, Mrs. Holly. I do that already. *

Holly's smile comes through again.

7 INT. LAX - EVENING 7

McClane, wearing his wool topcoat and carrying the biggest

stuffed animal FAO Schwartz had in stock and his hangup bag,

comes down the American Airlines ramp and into the terminal.

He avoids one near-collision involving his stuffed animal, an

act which drives him into another fender bender with a CUTE

GIRL who looks like she's ready for high tide at Zuma. As she

smiles, weaves onward, McClane looks at his own Arctic gear

and then the girl as she kisses a similarly garbed boyfriend.

MCCLANE:

(sotto, to himself)

California.

He looks around the terminal at:

7-A HIS P.O.V. - TERMINAL 7-A

FAMILY REUNIONS are going on all around his as grandparents

greet grown children and their children, YOUNG WIVES greet

uniformed SOLDIERS, our Babbit businessman greets a pleasant

wife and two pleasant kids. It's all very traditional, very

touching and not the least bit corny.

7-B BACK TO SCENE 7-B

McClane watches, moved by the sight, then looks around the

waiting area, just on the chance his family might be waiting.

Instead he spots a thin, gangling black kid, ARGYLE, in an

ill-fitting chauffeur's uniform. As he waits he beats out a

rhythmn on a "Nakatomi Corporation" card with J. McCLANE written

on it in magic marker. McClane pauses in front of him, unsure.

MCCLANE:

I'm John McClane.

ARGYLE:

(introducing himself)

Argyle. I'm your limo driver. Hey,

nice bag.

He turns and starts walking. McClane paces him, still juggling

bag and giant animal.

MCCLANE:

Argyle. Don't you take this stuff?

ARGYLE:

(stops)

Do I? I'm sorry. You're gonna have to

help me, man. This is my first time

driving a limo.

MCCLANE:

That's okay. This is my first time

riding in one.

CUT TO:

8 WITH THE LIMO - DUSK 8

TILT UP from the Lincoln emblem on the car.

Both Argyle and McClane are in the front seat.

ARGYLE:

Just kick back and relax, man. We

got everything you need: CD, CB,

TV, VHS, telephone, full bar.

He looks in the back seat, which is occupied by the bear.

ARGYLE:

If your friend is hot to trot...I

know a couple of mama bears.

(turning to McClane)

...Or is he married?

MCCLANE:

Married.

McClane tries to get comfortable, scowls as a RUSTLING NOISE

reveals wrappers and styrofoam from Taco Bell. He scowls at

Argyle.

ARGYLE:

The girl was off today. Hey, I

didn't expect you to sit up front.

(back to the topic)

So, your lady live out here?

MCCLANE:

The past six months.

ARGYLE:

(thinking about that)

Meanwhile, you still live in

New York?

MCCLANE:

You're nosey, you know that, Argyle?

ARGYLE:

Hey, I'm sorry. When I was a

cabdriver, see, people expected a little

chit chat, a little eccentricity and

comaraderie, I forgot how stuck up you

limo guys were, so excuse me.

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