Die Hard Page #5

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.

MCCLANE:

(amused)

It's okay, it's okay.

ARGYLE:

(instantly)

So, you divorced of what?

McClane gives up.

MCCLANE:

She had a good job, it turned into

a great career.

ARGYLE:

But meant her moving here.

MCCLANE:

Closer to Japan. You're fast.

ARGYLE:

So, why didn't you come?

MCCLANE:

'Cause I'm a New York cop who used

to be a New York kid, and I got six

months backlog of New York scumbags

I'm still trying to put behind bars.

I don't just get up and move.

ARGYLE:

(to the point)

You mean you thought she wouldn't

make it out here and she'd come

crawling on back, so why bother to

pack?

McClane grins, he like Argyle even if he is direct.

MCCLANE:

Like I said, Argyle...you're fast.

ARGYLE:

(popping in a cassette)

Mind if I play some tunes?

A hard RAP SONG blasts from the speakers.

MCCLANE:

How 'bout some Christmas music?

ARGYLE:

That is Christmas music.

And damned it if isn't, the Fat Boys of Run DMC doing a

revisionist number on WHITE CHRISTMAS or something. McClane

gives up, looks out the window.

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