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Lethal Weapon Page #11
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 110 min
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Riggs looks to Trish.
TRISH:
(across the room)
You two are so hilarious I could
bust.
Riggs leans forward.
RIGGS:
Roger.
MURTAUGH:
Yeah.
RIGGS:
jump the other night. What was
her name?
MURTAUGH:
Dixie.
CARRIE:
What's a hooker?
MURTAUGH:
Shh, quiet, I'm combatting crime.
NICK:
A hooker is a ...
RIGGS:
(interrupts)
Right, and she's in Century City
witnessing Amanda Hunsaker's suicide
MURTAUGH:
or murder -
RIGGS:
right, or murder, and my question
is... what is she doing there? I
called Wilshire Vice, that's not
her usual turf.
MURTAUGH:
Wow.
(beat)
Wow. That's really reaching.
RIGGS:
Cut me a break, it's a hunch, Roger.
I'm having a hunch.
MURTAUGH:
You couldn't have it at home, you
had to come here at 7:30 A.M. and
have it.
RIGGS:
7:
35, and yes, I thought you'd beexcited.
MURTAUGH:
I'm thrilled.
(pause)
Okay.
RIGGS:
Okay, what?
MURTAUGH:
Okay, go for it. I'm listening.
CUT TO:
73 INT. OUTDOOR FIRING PANGE - DAY 73
Riggs and Murtaugh stand on line at the range. Around
them the echoing BOOM of gunshots fills the morning air.
They struggle to be heard over the tumult:
MURTAUGH:
We know someone was in bed with
Amanda Lloyd the night she died.
RIGGS:
Right. 'Til now we assumed it was
a man.
MURTAUGH:
Okay. Let's say it was Dixie.
RIGGS:
Okay. Disgusting, but okay: Let's
say Dixie slipped the drain cleaner
into the pills.
MURTAUGH:
Say someone paid her to do it.
RIGGS:
Sure. She thinks, terrific, Amanda
swallows a couple downers and boom,
she's dead. Then Dixie -
MURTAUGH:
If it was her -
RIGGS:
Right, right, then Dixie has
plenty of time to spritz the place
up, get out, whatever.
MURTAUGH:
Except Amanda jumps out the window.
RIGGS:
Or Dixie pushes her. Either way
MURTAUGH:
Either way, she's gotta make a
fast getaway, 'cause now the
body's public. She hauls ass
downstairs.
RIGGS:
People are coming out to see what
happened.
MURTAUGH:
Someone spots her. She says 'sh*t.'
RIGGS:
says, 'Sh*t.'
MURTAUGH:
Or, 'Damn.'
RIGGS:
Or 'Golly, I've been spotted.'
MURTAUGH:
The point being, now she has to
cover her ass.
RIGGS:
Right. So she says, 'Officer,
officer, I saw the whole thing.'
MURTAUGH:
Right.
RIGGS:
Right.
MURTAUGH:
(sighs)
That's pretty f***ing thin.
RIGGS:
Very thin.
MURTAUGH:
(smiles)
Hell with it. Thin's my middle
name.
RIGGS:
Your wife's cooking, I'm not
surprised.
MURTAUGH:
Would you lay off the cooking?
RIGGS:
Tell her that.
Riggs steps to the line. Draws the Beretta, fires off
a full clip. Three-shot rhythms, two in the chest, one
in the head, two in the chest, one in the head.
Removes the magazines lovingly snaps in a new one.
MURTAUGH:
You sleep with that thing under
your pillow?
RIGGS:
I would if I slept.
MURTAUGH:
Here, stand back.
Murtaugh steps to the red line. Stretches. Cracks his
neck. Shifts from foot to foot. Finally steadies himself.
A moment then:
He cross-draws with lightningswiftness. -- BANG -- ! The REPORT is DEAFENING. The
target grows a neat third eye. Perfect shot. Dead
center. Murtaugh grins, holsters his gun.
MURTAUGH:
Hey-hey. Would'ja look at that?
Pretty good for an old man.
Riggs shrugs. Draws. FIRES. He isn't even looking.
Nonetheless. -- He puts a magnum round right through
the hole made by Murtaugh's .38. The hole gets .60
inches wider. Murtaugh scowls.
MURTAUGH:
Yeah, yeah. Eat me.
74 OMITTED 74
75 EXT. WEST L.A. STREET - MORNING 75
Murtaugh's car glides up to the curb. In front of a
row of neat frame houses. Old neighborhood. Late model
cars. A LITTLE black KID playing on the sidewalk.
The two cops get out, stride toward a cottage set back
from the street. They pass the Little Kid who is playing
with a plastic bucket and a headless Star Wars figure.
RIGGS:
Hey, kid. What'cha doing?
The Kid grins, obviously pleased with himself.
LITTLE KID:
I put this on top and it fall
down.
He demonstrates. He puts it on top. It falls down. He
grins happily. Riggs shakes his head.
RIGGS:
Good thinking.
They keep walking. Toward the cottage.
MURTAUGH:
Very thin.
RIGGS:
Probably nothing.
They mount the steps to the walk. As they do -- The
HOUSE suddenly EXPLODES. It BLOWS APART concussively.
There is a flash of light, a loud, flat BANG --! And the
thing tears to pieces. Glass blows out. Wood sprays.
Flying shrapnel. A wall of flame. Riggs hits the dirt,
smothering the Little black Kid. Murtaugh dives for cover
behind a telephone pole. A piece of shrapnel imbeds itself;
right next to his head. Carnage. Noise. The
tumult slowly begins to fade. Echoes. Flames rage to
the sky. Smoke rolls. Beams collapse. The cottage is
no more. Murtaugh climbs to his feet, dazed; stares at
the rubble. Looks over toward Riggs, who is getting
up off the Kid. The Kid is shaken, but unhurt.
MURTAUGH:
Hey.
Riggs turns.
MURTAUGH:
You're on fire.
Riggs looks. The back of his coat is completely ablaze.
RIGGS:
Sh*t.
He takes it off, flings it aside.
Goes up to Murtaugh-Lights a cigarette.
RIGGS:
Probably nothing.
MURTAUGH:
Thin. Very thin.
76 EXT. BURNED-OUT COTTAGE - LATER 76
Cops prowl through the gutted remains. Charred and
black. Nothing left. A body goes by on a stretcher.
MURTAUGH stops it.
MURTAUGH:
Ho.
(he looks under
the sheet)
Jesus.
ATTENDANT:
We're hoping to find some teeth.
in there. Otherwise, could be
anybody. Black, white ... Could
be a f***in' bowl of soup, for
all we -
MURTAUGH:
Okay, okay.
The stretcher continues toward the waiting truck.
Murtaugh looks off, whispers:
MURTAUGH:
Bye-bye, Dixie.
Martin Riggs is examining a twisted hunk of metal as
MURTAUGH:
What'cha got?
RIGGS:
Part of the device.
(beat)
Holy cow.
MURTAUGH:
What?
RIGGS:
Artwork. This is goddamn artwork.
MURTAUGH:
Swell. I'm glad you liked it.
RIGGS:
You don't understand. This is real
pro stuff. Haven't seen this since ...
well, since the war.
MURTAUGH:
Come again?
RIGGS:
C.I.A. used to hire mercs who used
this same setup. Mercury switches.
Murtaugh frowns. A PATROL COP taps him on the shoulder.
PATROL COP:
Sir, I think you'd better come
with me.
Riggs-and Murtaugh exchange glances. They move off,
across the street.
78 EXT. STREET - BACK OF FIRE TRUCK 78
Riggs and Murtaugh stand by the rear of the truck. A
CONSTRUCTION CREW watches from behind, heavy equipment
idling softly. Next to them sits the little blackkid
from earlier, coloring with crayons. His mother
hovers ...
COP:
Okay, here it is. The little kid
says he saw someone working on
the meter this morning.
MURTAUGH:
Where?
COP:
Across the street at Dixie's. He
was playin' some kind of game,
hidin' under the stairs. Says he
saw the guy pretty good.
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