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Lethal Weapon Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 110 min
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Joshua steps up to the General and extends his arm.
GENERAL:
Do you smoke, Mr. Mendez?
MENDEZ:
Yeah.
GENERAL:
Give me your lighter.
Mendez frowns, cautiously hands a silver cigarette
lighter to the General.
Who promptly pulls an old G. Gordon Liddy maneuver:
He holds the flame right under Joshua's hand. Searing
it. Mendez looks on, a trifle pale.
As for Joshua, he makes no sound at all. Simply stands,
trance-like.
GENERAL:
You wish to do business with us,
yes?
MENDEZ:
Jesus ...
GENERAL:
Mr. Joshua is in a great deal of
pain. You wish to make a purchase,
yes?
MENDEZ:
I ... yes. Sure. Jesus.
The General nods, hands the lighter back to Mendez.
GENERAL:
Filthy habit, smoking.
(beat)
The bulk of the heroin will
arrive Friday night. We will
make delivery at that time.
Please have the money ready,
and no tricks. If you try to
cross us, I'll have Joshua cut
out your eyes.
(beat)
Merry Christmas.
38 OMITTED 38
39 39
40 EXT. UNMARKED POLICE CAR -DAY 40
Riggs and Murtaugh cruise through downtown Los Angeles.
Riggs drives, while Murtaugh scowls. There is an awkward
pause.
MURTAIJGH:
Turn right.
(beat)
So. They tell me you're a good
cop.
RIGGS:
I try.
MURTAUGH:
yesterday. Pretty heroic stuff.
(as Riggs does
not reply)
File says you worked for the
Phoenix Project in Vietnam, that
right?
RIGGS:
Yes.
MURTAUGH:
Assassin stuff?
RIGGS:
Maybe.
MURTAUGH:
And they gave you the
Congressional Medal of Honor.
RIGGS:
It was a lean year.
MURTAUGH:
It's over, you know.
RIGGS:
What is?
MURTAUGH:
The war.
RIGGS:
Yes. I know.
MURTAUGH:
(beat)
Check out your piece?
He reaches across the get Riggs' gun. At which point
Riggs' hand shoots out -- and stops him cold.
RIGGS:
Bad manners, man.
Riggs removes the gun himself. Steers with his knees.
Drops the chambered bullet. Slips out the magazine,
Hands the gun to -----------
RIGGS:
Don't hurt yourself.
Murtaugh hefts the weapon, turning it over in his hand:
Beretta .9 millimeter. Smooth, well-oiled.
Accurized. Murtaugh frowns.
MURTAUGH:
.9 millimeter Beretta. That's
some serious sh*t.
RIGGS:
Military switched from Colt to
Beretta in 1985. It's a better
piece. Wide ejection port, no
feed jams, no stovepipes.
MURTAUGH:
What's it take?
RIGGS:
Fifteen in the mag, one up the
pipe. You carry a wheelgun?
MURTAUGH:
.38 Special.
RIGGS:
Lot of old-timers carry that.
Murtaugh shoots him a look. Replaces the gun.
MURTAUGH:
File says you're registered with
Newark P.D. as a lethal weapon.
RIGGS:
File don't lie. Look, friend,
let's cut the sh*t. We both
know why I was transferred.
Everyone thinks I'm suicidal, in
which case I'm f***ed and no one
wants to work with me. Or they
think I'm faking to draw a psycho
pension, in which case I'm f***ed
and no one wants to work with me.
Basically, I'm f***ed.
MURTAUGH:
Guess what?
RIGGS:
What?
MURTAUGH:
I don't want to work with you.
RIGGS:
Then don't.
MURTAUGH:
Ain't got no choice. Damn.
We're both f***ed.
RIGGS:
Terrific.
As they speak, Riggs has pulled to a stop in front of a
large downtown bank building.
MURTAUGH:
(rubs his eyes)
I'm very old ...
(sighs)
... God hates me, that's what
it is.
RIGGS:
Hate him back. Works for me.
He lights a cigarette.
CUT TO:
Dick Lloyd's office: everything about it looks starched
and perfect. In the b.g., bank employees shuttle between
desks, building and toppling empires. DICK LLOYD paces
back and forth. He is the man we saw earlier in Amanda's
pliotograph, standing next to Murtaugh. Now he looks like
sh*t. He addresses Riggs and Murtaugh, who are seated in
the office.
LLOYD:
Murder ... But I thought ...
MURTAUGH:
Poisoned. Even if she hadn't
jumped ... she'd still be dead.
LLOYD:
Jesus.
(beat)
Jesus, I can't take -------.
He sits, staring out the window. A broken man.
MURTAUGH:
Dick, why did you call me
yesterday?
LLOYD:
(very far away)
Called you...? Yeah. That's
right ... I heard you were working
out here ... I wanted you to find
her for me, Roger. Take her
MURTAUGH:
Out of what?
LLOYD:
She did movies, Roger ... Naked
movies ... Saw one of them...... saw
my little baby ... smiling...... She
did it ... with a woman. She was
on top of a woman, Roger-...!
MURTAUGH:
Easy, Dick.
Lloyd turns, facing them. Intense:
LLOYD:
I want a promise.
(beat)
You owe me. You know you do.
MURTAUGH:
Yes. I know that.
LLOYD:
When you find who did it, I want
you to kill them. If it's more
than one, I want you to kill all of
them. Make them squirm first, take
your time ... and f***ing kill them.
MURTAUGH:
I'm a police officer, Dick.
LLOYD:
Forget the law. It's easy to do.
You owe me.
MURTAUGH:
(pause; then)
We have to go now.
Lloyd does not look up. Riggs and Murtaugh head for the
door.
LLOYD:
I know you can, Roger. You kill
them. You do that.
The cops exit. The door shuts.
42 EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY 42
Riggs and Murtaugh head ior the car. Riggs takes out a
pack of cigarettes.
MURTAUGH:
RIGGS:
Thinking about it.
MURTAUGH:
Terrific.
He puts the top down.
Riggs takes out a cigarette, starts to put it in his
mouth. Stops.
RIGGS:
Whoops. Sh*t.
He replaces it in the pack, takes another. Murtaugh
looks at him.
MURTAUGH:
What was wrong with that one?
Riggs points to the tip of the replaced cigarette. We
notice two things: a) It looks like it's about fifty
years old; and b) there is a tiny red mark, circling the
filter.
RIGGS:
This one is the last cigarette
I'll ever smoke.
Trick I learned from my dad. I
smoke all I want, but when I smoke
this one ... I'm through.
MURTAUGH:
Brilliant. Get in the car.
RIGGS:
Want me to drive?
MURTAUGH:
You're suicidal, remember?
RIGGS:
Anyone who drives in Los Angeles
is suicidal.
They get in. Murtaugh heaves a sigh, stares bleakly out
the window. A moment, then Riggs says:
RIGGS:
He said you owed him. What did
he mean?
MURTAUGH:
saved my life in the La Drang
Valley. Took a bayonet in the
lung.
RIGGS:
That was nice of him.
MURTAUGH:
I thought so.
The RADIO SQUAWKS. Murtaugh TURNS it UP.
DISPATCHER (V.O.)
twenty-one, possible jumper at
the corner of Santa Monica and
La Cienega, seven eight twentyone
handle code two.
Murtaugh keys the hand mike.
MURTAUGH:
Four King Sixty en route.
RIGGS:
This is great. I love this job.
MURTAUGH:
Stow it.
43 EXT. CITY INTERSECTION - DAY 43
A building, ten stories high. On the ledge, a lone man
poised high above the street. Beneath him, a crowd has
gathered. A police car. A searchlight. A crowd of
office workers, rubber-necking to beat the band. One or
two kids yell, "Jump, jump."
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