EXT. DULLES TERMINAL - DAY 1
JOHN MCCLANE, long topcoat FLAPPING, comes running out of the terminal towards an AIRPORT COP in plastic covered uniform who is supervising a TOW TRUCK DRIVER who in turn is manhandling a sedate sedan with Virginia plates and a "GRANDMOTHER ON BOARD" sign on the rear window.
MCCLANE: I'm here, I'm here, false alarm, let's just let her down nice and easy -
COP: Sure. At the impound lot. (POINTING) Next time, read the sign.
MCCLANE: You don't understand, I'm just meeting my wife's-plane - you gotta give me this car back.
COP: Sure. Tomorrow 8 to four, you pay 40 bucks, we give it back.
MCCLANE: This is my mother in law's car. She already hates me because I'm not a dentist. (SHOWING-BADGE) See, I'm a cop. LAPD. How about some team spirit?
COP: I was in LA once. Hated it.
MCCLANE: (going with the flow) I can relate to that. Hate it myself- (turning to tow guy) Hey, that's a plastic fender, Jesus- (back to cop) See, I used to be a New York cop still got my ID somewhere -I only moved 'cause my wife got promoted