home.
Mom, where are you?
(THUNDER MOOMS)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(PHONE RINGS)
Turn that down!
- Hello?
COP: Kate McCallister.
- This is she.
- We found him.
- Oh, my God!
- What?
- They know where Kevin is.
- Where?
- He's in New York City.
- New York!
New York?
What?
- He's scared, he's not a troublemaker.
- What? What?
Just a second. He used your credit
card to check into the Plaza Hotel.
- Do they have him?
- Is he there?
- No, they're still looking.
- Damn it!
- Get to New York.
- We're on the next flight out.
Thanks.
We're going to New York, move it!
Yes!
He ran away when they asked about
the card. He must be scared!
- Would he go to my brother's?
- Aren't they in Paris?
- Maybe they have a housesitter.
- Aren't they renovating?
(KNOCKING)
Hello?!
Uncle Rob! Aunt Georgette!
Anybody home?!
Hello!
Anybody home?
It's me, your favorite nephew, Kevin!
Uncle Rob!
Aunt Georgette!
(MUMMLES)
Watch it, kid!
(MAN CACKLES)
You looking for someone
to read you a bedtime story?
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
Taxi!
It's scary out there.
Ain't much better in here.
(GASPS)
I don't ever want to take a vacation
like this again.
(WINGS FLAPPING)
KEVIN:
Where did you come from?
I don't have enough for everybody.
How hungry are you guys?
You guys ate all my food.
(SCREAMS)
I'm sorry I screamed in your face.
You were trying to help me, right?
I'm Kevin McCallister.
Your birds are real nice.
I've seen you before.
You had pigeons all over you.
At first, you look scary, but when
I think about it, it's not so bad.
They must like you to be all over you.
If I'm bothering you, I can leave.
Am I bothering you?
No.
Good. I'm not a pain in the butt?
No.
Will the pigeons come back
on their own or do you call them?
LAD Y:
Give me your hand.
(GRAIN SPILLING)
They can hear it.
This is great!
It's pretty cold out.
I'd sure like a cup of hot chocolate.
How about you?
My treat.
KEVIN: I'd hate to spend Christmas Eve
in such a park.
Can we go someplace warm?
LAD Y:
Yes.
I know a place.
(ORCHESTRA PLAYS)
(ORCHESTRA PLAYS
"O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL")
Nice music.
This place is great.
LAD Y: I've heard the world's
great music from here.
Ella Fitzgerald. Count Masie.
Frank Sinatra.
Luciano Pavarotti.
Do you bring your friends here?
I haven't got many friends.
Sorry.
I'm like the birds I care for.
People pass me in the street.
They see me but they try to ignore me.
They prefer I wasn't in their city.
Yeah. It's like that with my family.
I'm like the pigeon of the house...
...just because I'm the youngest.
Everyone fights for position.
Everyone wants to be seen...
...and heard.
I guess so.
I'm seen and heard pretty much.
Mut I get sent to my room a lot too.
I wasn't always like this.
What were you like before?
I had a job. I had a home.
- I had a family.
- Any kids?
No.
I wanted them.
Mut the man I loved
fell out of love with me.
That broke my heart.
When the chance
to be loved came along again...
...I ran away from it.
I stopped trusting people.
No offense, but that seems like
sort of a dumb thing to do.
I was afraid of getting
my heart broken again.
Sometimes you can trust a person...
...and then, when things are down,
they forget about you.
Maybe they're just too busy.
Maybe they don't forget about you,
but they forget to remember you.
People don't mean to forget.
My grandfather says...
...if my head wasn't screwed on,
I'd leave it on the school bus.
I'm just afraid if I do trust someone,
I'll get my heart broken.
I understand.
I had a nice pair of Rollerblades.
I was afraid to wreck them...
...so I kept them in a box.
Do you know what happened?
I outgrew them. I never wore them
outside. Only in my room a few times.
A person's heart and feelings
are very different than skates.
They're kind of the same thing.
If you won't use your heart,
who cares if it gets broken?
If you just