Lethal Weapon Page #10

Murtaugh looks down sheepishly at the can of beer in his

hand. Riggs grins to himself.

MURTAUGH:

'Cause right now, beer's legal and

grass ain't. Right or wrong.

RIANNE:

Wrong.

RIGGS:

Right.

She stalks off. After a moment, Murtaugh looks over to

Riggs.

MURTAUGH:

I've lost track... did we resolve

anything here tonight?

Riggs shakes his head, smiles and starts to climb off

the boat.

RIGGS:

Yeah. We resolved that your wife

takes out the garbage. Your

daughter smokes pot, which is

illegal but shouldn't be -- that

you don't know from boats, and

you got one hell of a family, guy.

Walking towards truck together.

MURTAUGH:

Thanks.

RIGGS:

Enjoyed the meal.

MURTAUGH:

Bullshit, but thanks anyway.

A pause. Riggs stands there. Then:

RIGGS:

You don't trust me at all, do you?

MURTAUGH:

Tell you what. Make it through

tomorrow without killing anybody.

Especially me. Or yourself.

Then I'll start trusting you.

RIGGS:

Fair enough.

He walks toward his truck. Stops.

RIGGS:

I do it real good, you know.

Do what?

MURTAUGH:

RIGGS:

Kill people ... Only thing I ever

did good. When I was nineteen, I

did a guy in Laos from a thousand

yards out.

Rifle shot in high wind.

(beat)

Ten guys in the world coulda made

that shot. Huh. Only thing I was

ever good at.

(pause; then)

Well, see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

MURTAUGHSee you then.

Riggs drives away. Murtaugh watches him. Turns.

way back inside, he flicks on the Christmas lights.

On the64 OMITTED 64

65 EXT. SUNSET STRIP - NIGHT 65

Martin Riggs cruises along in his battered pickup truck

past all-night dives and porno houses. The streets are

nearly deserted. Except for a young HOOKER on the corner.

Real young, maybe seventeen. Riggs sees her and

pulls over to the curb. The Hooker approaches.

HOOKER:

Hi, handsome. Looking for

something?

RIGGS:

Aren't we all?

HOOKER:

(nods)

Are you affiliated with any law

enforcement organization?

RIGGS:

(pause; then)

No. Get in the car.

She does. Closes the door.

RIGGS:

How old are you?

HOOKER:

Twenty-two.

RIGGS:

Bullshit.

HOOKER:

Why, you like 'em young?

RIGGS:

Younger the better. How old are

you?

HOOKER:

(almost shyly)

Sixteen.

Riggs nods. Takes out a hundred-dollar bill and sets it

in her lap.

HOOKER:

Wow.

(beat)

So, what do you want?

RIGGS:

I want you to come home and

watch television with me.

He drives away from the curb.

66 INT. MURTAUGH HOME - NIGHT 66

The house is dark and quiet at this hour. Roger Murtaugh

fixes a sandwich in the kitchen. Rickles the CAT PURRS,

rubs against his leg.

MURTAUGH:

Hey.

He kicks it aside. Notices a package on the counter,

together with a scribbled crayon note:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SERGEANT MURTAUGH

The gift is a 99c special, right off the rack at Pic N'

Save:
The TUFF N' READY Police Action Playset; Tiny

plastic gun, made in Taiwan. Tiny plastic badge.

Murtaugh smiles. Notices another package next to it.

Frowns. Its label reads: ROGER MURTAUGH: POLICE

EVIDENCE.

67 INT. LIVING ROOM 67

He opens the package. Two things: a

book; also a videocassette. Takes it,

VCR machine. Turns on the television.

high school year-

slides it into a

TIME CUT TO:

67A INT./EXT. RIGGS' TRAILER - NIGHT 67A

The Hooker watches TV -- really enjoying the Three

Stooges. Riggs stands apart from her. He's not

ing TV; he's watching her watching TV.

watchHe

wears a melancholy expression. The world is full

happy families like Murtaugh's, but he has to get by

like this.

of

His eyes shift to a photo of his wife.

and views it sadly.

He picks it up

HOOKER:

(turning to him)

You're not having a very good

time, are you?

Riggs puts down the photo.

RIGGS:

(sweetly)

You don't know that. Maybe this

is how I look when I'm having a

good time. Maybe I'm having the

best time of my life.

HOOKER:

(after a beat)

Are you?

Riggs doesn't answer.

HOOKER:

I know... sing me something.

RIGGS:

I don't sing.

Come on.

HOOKERSing me a song.

RIGGS:

I don't know any songs.

HOOKER:

Not even a Christmas song?

Everybody knows a Christmas song.

Riggs shrugs and makes a half-hearted attempt:

RIGGS:

Something through the snow,

in a one-horse open sleigh ...

HOOKER:

Good. That's good.

(helps him out)

Over the hills we go,

laughing all the way.

RIGGS:

Something something ring,

making something bright ...

HOOKER:

Oh, what fun it is to ride ...

RIGGS:

To grandma's house tonight!

They know they got it wrong, but they're pleased with

themselves just the same. The Hooker hugs Riggs impulsively.

Riggs looks uncomfortable. He'd like to show

her some platonic affection, but he knows that's

impossible.

He gently unwraps her arms from around his neck.

RIGGS:

I better take you back now.

68 SAME PLACE - LITTLE BIT LATER 68

Murtaugh is in front of the TV. On his lap is a high

school yearbook. Open to the middle. He glances down,

sees -- a photograph of Amanda Lloyd. Senior picture.

Smiling. Young. The girl most likely to. He looks up

up at the television. On the screen Amanda Lloyd is

writhing in ecstasy. Smiling. Murtaugh continues to

watch. Lights another cigarette. There is a sad,

faraway look on his face.

CUT TO:

69 INT. HALLWAY 69

Very late now. Murtaugh walks down the hall to a

door. Opens it a fraction. Inside -- His daughter

Rianne is asleep.

bedroom

A shaft of moonlight falls across the bed.

beautiful than we've ever seen her.

She is more

Murtaugh crosses to the bed, leans down, and kisses her

forehead. She stirs in her sleep, smiles like a cat,

and whispers:

RIANNIE:

... Mark ...

Murtaugh recoils. Stands up. We realize that up until

this moment, see, he thought she was maybe a virgin ...

70 INT. MURTAUGH'S BEDROOM 70

He takes off his robe, drapes it on a chair. Gets into

bed silently next to his sleeping wife. Lies awake,

staring up at the ceiling. The RAIN BEATS on the window,

throwing odd shadows across his face. He drifts toward

sleep. As he does, we ever so slowly ...

CROSS FADE TO:

71 INT. MURTAUGH BEDROOM 71

Sunlight streams through the windows, Murtaugh stirs

groggily, forces open his eyes. Staring him in the face

is Martin Riggs' scruffy, early morning face. Murtaugh

frowns.

MURTAUGH:

... Martin... ?

RIGGS:

Good morning, Roger. I've been

doing a little thinking.

Murtaugh just stares at him.

RIGGS:

About the night Amanda Hunsak.er

died.

Murtaugh grimaces.

MURTAUGH:

Do you know what time it is ... ?

RIGGS:

Day time?

MURTAUGH:

I'll get dressed.

CUT TO:

72 INT. MURTAUGH KITCHEN 72

In the kitchen Trish is singing something bluesy, fixing

coffee. At the table Nick is drinking milk. Murtaugh

sits. Riggs takes off his shoulder holster, and with

meticulous care drapes it delicately over the back of

his chair. Sits opposite Murtaugh.

RIGGS:

You're seriously using ketchup?

MURTAUGH:

Yeah.

RIGGS:

On eggs.

MURTAUGH:

Yeah.

(beat)

Who made the ketchup?

RIGGS:

Heinz.

MURTAUGH:

Who made the eggs?

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