(hearing this, jumping up
Yeah! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
(on second thought)
And a Captain Power!
(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,
Hello, Mrs. Holly. You coming home
I'm working on it.
Did Mr. McClane call? *
Holly hides a trace of disappointment.
Well...maybe there wasn't time before *
the flight. You should probably make
up the spare room just in case.
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.
(sotto, to himself)
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 SCENE7-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.