Die Hard 2 Page #7

MCCLANE:

Lorenzo?

LORENZO:

Captain Lorenzo.

MCCLANE:

(SHOWING BADGE)

I'm the one who -

LORENZO:

Yeah, I know. You think that LA

badge is gonna get you a free lunch (X)

or something down here?

MCCLANE:

No. Just a little professional

courtesy.

LORENZO:

In an airport Christmas week? You

gotta be kidding.

MCCLANE:

Okay. Forget the courtesy. How about

lust the professional? Your boys

dust walked away from a crime scene

- you need to seal it off, get a

forensics team in, dust it, shoot

IT-

LORENZO:

And what do we do with all the luggage

for all the airplanes while we play

Charlie Chan?

CONTINUED:

22

67 CONTINUED - 67

MCCLANE:

You store them somewhere -

LORENZO:

Oh. And meanwhile every hour a few

more thousand people come and they

want to put their luggage on

airplanes, so we store them and their

luggage in some other "somewhere"?

Hell, why don't we shut down the whole

f***ing airport? Whaddya think they'll

say upstairs when I tell them that?

MCCLANE'

Why don't you try it and find out?

F LORENZO:

Because I don't need a forensics

investigation to file away some punk

stealing luggage -

MCCLANE:

Luggage? That "punk" pulled a Glock

Seven on me. Know what that is?

A porcelain gun from Germany. It

doesn't show up on airport x-ray

machines... and it costs more than

you earn in a month.

LORENZO:

You'd be surprised what I earn in

a month.

MCCLANE:

If it's more than a dollar eighty

nine, yeah -

LORENZO:

(SHARP)

McClane, don't start believing your

.own press.

(on McClane's look,

waving the FAX) (X)

Yeah, I know who you are, that

Nakatomi thing in LA. Just 'cause

the TV thought you were hot sh*t don't

make it so. This time you're in my

little pond, and I'm the big fish

that runs it. Now you capped some

lowlife, fine. I'll send your f***ing

Captain in L.A. a f***ing

commendation.

He hits a BUZZER. Immediately two burly AIRPORT COPS appear in

the doorway.

CONTINUED:

23

F� 67 CONTINUED - (2) 67

LORENZO:

Now get the hell out of my office

before I have you thrown out of my

airport!

McClane moves towards the door, his hands waving off the would be

bouncers.

MCCLANE:

(turning at the door)

One question, Carmine: Which sets

off the metal detectors first: The

sh*t in your brains, or the lead in

your ass?

68 EXT. AIRPORT POLICE OFFICE - DAY 68

McClane comes out of Lorenzo's office, steaming. He walks down

the corridor - looks back at one of the stocky Airport cops

-fakes a smile - when the guy turns away McClane punches the

wall.

Then a CLATTER announces the PASSAGE of the morgue guys, the BODY

on their gurney. McClane moves aside, watches them, thinking...

getting an idea.

CUT TO:

69 A RENT A CAR DESK 69

the girl here lost in a romance novel-

MCCLANE:

Excuse me.

He reaches over, gently takes typing paper and a stamp pad.

GIRL:

(TOO LATE)

Hey!

70 PARKING GARAGE 70

McClane catches up to the morgue guys as they reach their wagon.

MCCLANE:

Whoa, guys.

(ver quickly showing

HIS BADGE)

Gotta check something.

Before they can react, he's UNZIPPED the bag, yanked out the

guy's right hand.

CONTINUED:

24

CONTINUED - 70

MORGUE WORKER:

What're you doing?

MCCLANE:

(inking the guy's fingers)

Didn't you ever have an airport stiff

I:

before? We need an FAA ID on your

DOA.

He presses the fingers against the paper, checks them. (The hand

he's released remains straight up.)

MCCLANE:

Yup, he's dead,. all right. Thanks.

And he's gone as they look after him, puzzled.

CUT TO:

I:

71 EXT. VAL VERDE MILITARY TRANSPORT - IN FLIGHT - NIGHT 71

cruising along, its FIGHTER ESCORT a few wingtips away. Now, the

fighter WAGS ITS WINGS and PEELS AWAY.

72 INT. MILITARY TRANSPORT - NIGHT 72

CAMERA MOVES from the cockpit back through the rest of the plane.

CO-PILOT

Ay, Alle va nos escorto.

PILOT:

Es bueno; el peligro es pasado.

Estamos segur hasta los Estados

Unidos. Cuanto tiempo?

CO-PILOT

(CHECKING WATCH)

Tres horas y media.

By now we are on Esperanza. Looking astonishingly carefree, (X)

he smiles at the young CORPORAL guarding him, puffs on a cigar... (X)

and casually examines the military chronometer on his handcuffed (X)

wrist. We PUSH IN on it. (X)

CUT TO:

73 INT. VIRGINIA CHURCH 73

WIDEN from Stuart's Huer, showing the exact same time. Now we

SEE that the church is full of ELECTRONIC EQUIPMENT: In fact,

it looks very much like a mini-version of an airport control

tower, complete with radar screens and a big glass board to mark

positions on.

Rate this script:3.3 / 3 votes