noise is deafening.
to its gate, they stir, gather personal belongings.
we NOTICE. Suddenly, he hears --
You don't like flying, do you?
No, no, where'd you get that idea?
going, ya take off your shoes and socks.
Then ya walk around on the rug barefoot
and make fists with your toes.
Fists with your toes.
Maybe it's not a fist when it's your
toes...I mean like this...work out
that time zone tension.
Better'n a cup of coffee and a hot
shower for the old jet lag. I know
been doing it for nine years.
the businessman BLANCHES seeing:
Peeking out from his jacket.
3-B BACK TO SCENE3-B
Recognizing the look, McClane smiles reassuringly.
I'm a cop.
Trust me. I've been doing it for
and an overnighter. Barely managing all this, he turns,
3-C A PRETTY STEWARDESS 3-C
(smiling, about the bear)
She doesn't complain.
Neither would I.
McClane smiles, with just enough of a sigh to know he's as
wistful about things-that-might-have-been as she is...moves
down the aisle.
Nakatomi, a multinational corporation.
Ladies and gentlemen...I congratulate
each and every one of you for making
this one of the greatest days in the
history of the Nakatomi corporation...
thirty-seven, V.P. of Sales. Well-dressed, with stylish,
slicked-back hair, he looks and acts very smooth.
What about dinner?
Harry, it's Christmas Eve. Families...
Frosty...those things ring a bell?
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