Lethal Weapon Page #8

MURTAUGH:

Put it in your mouth. Bullet goes

in your ear, might not kill you.

Meanwhile, in the b.g., pedestrians are diving for cover.

Murtaugh and Riggs are oblivious. Riggs puts the gun

under his chin.

RIGGS:

Under the chin's just as good.

They stare at each other. Riggs' finger begins to

tighten on the trigger. Turns white with pressure.

It looks like he's going to do it.

At the last second, Murtaugh jams his thumb in front of

the hainmer, and CLICK

Jesus ...

The hainmer thuds against his thumb.

Murtaugh grabs the gun. Stares at Riggs, wild-eyed.

MURTAUGH:

Jesus. You're not trying to draw

a psycho pension.

(beat)

You're really crazy ...

RIGGS:

(smiles coldly)

So now you know.

MURTAUGH:

Yeah. Now I know.

46 INT. POLICE LINEUP -DAY 46

The Police Psychologist we met earlier is talking on the

telephone:

PSYCHOLOGIST:

You're asking me if he's stable

and I'm telling you no. We're

talking about a man who carves

notches in his gun barrel. Ore

for each kill. He blew a man

to Pieces yesterday. Is this

helping?

INTERCUT:

47 ROGER MURTAUGH 47

Standing at a pay phone, listening. He nods:

MURTAUGH:

Terrific. So you're saying I

should worry.

PSYCHOLOGIST:

Are you kidding? The guy's a time

bomb. When he goes... stand back.

MURTAUGH:

Thank you, Doctor.

very helpful.

You've been

He hangs up. Rubs his eyes tiredly and says:

MURTAUGH:

I'm too old for this sh*t.

CUT TO:

48 INT. MURTAUGH'S CAR - TRAVELING - DAY 48

Silence. Murtaugh fumes. Riggs keeps his mouth shut.

Murtaugh takes his anger out on the road: SLAMMING the

BRAKES; SQUEALING around corners, etc.

But he can't hold it 'in. He explodes:

MURTAUGH:

(pounding his fist

against the wheel)

It's my birthday, damnit! Fifty

years old today! Fifty goddamn

years old! Thirty years on the

force! Not a scratch on me! Not

a scar! I got a wife! Kids!

House! Fishing boat! But I can

kiss all that goodbye, 'cause my

new partner's got a death wish!

My f***in' life is over!

Roger -RIGGS

MURTAUGH:

Shut up! Why you talkin' to me?!

I'm not he're anymore! I'm gone!

I'm dead! You're gonna see to

that! You wanna die -- and you're

gonna take me with you!

Silence again. Murtaugh gnashes his teeth. Riggs looks

at him with a very serious expression.

RIGGS:

I didn't know that.

MURTAUGH:

Know what?!

RIGGS:

That today was your birthday.

(beat)

Happy Birthday, Roger. I mean

that sincerely.

Murtaugh looks taken aback by the genuine sound of affection

in Riggs' voice.

RIGGS:

I just hope we stay alive long

enough for me to buy you a present.

Riggs says this with a straight face -- but there is

a playful glint in his eye that Murtaugh doesn't miss.

And he laughs out loud in spite of himself. It breaks

the tension, and Riggs knows it.

RIGGS:

Where we going?

MURTAUGH:

Beverly Hills.

(beat)

Got an address on Amanda

Hunsecker's meal ticket. But

remember ... this guy isn't a

suspect yet. We're gonna

question him; not damage

him.

Riggs raises his hands -- as if to say, I'll be on my

best behavior. Murtaugh swings the car onto Sunset

Blvd.

49 EXT. POSH BEVERLY HILLS HOME - TWILIGHT 49

The kind of house that I'll buy if this movie is a huge

hit. Chrome. Glass. Carved wood. Plus an outdoor

solarium:
A glass structure, like a greenhouse only

there's a big swimming pool inside. This is a really

great place to have sex.

50 INT. SOLARIUM 50

The swimming pool is covered by a vinyl tarpaulin.

Surrounded by a jungle of plants.

51 AT POOLSIDE TABLE 51

Sits a very rich person. He is wearing an $800 designer

ensemble. Beside him, an elegantly-appointed shotgun

leans against the table. He is on the phone.

RICH GUY:

Listens a**hole, you gotta tell

me these things ... Yeah, we got

a problem. My margin is completely

f***ed up, and we got athletes

snorting the sh*t and pitching

over dead, how's that for a

problem... ? Yes, I'm holding

two keys now. Terrific, call

me back.

CUT TO:

52 EXT. WOODEN GATE - SAME TIME 52

Riggs and Murtaugh approach the gate. Riggs tosses out

a cigarette. Suddenly -There

is an ELECTRIC HUM and the gate glides softly open,

admitting a red Honda scooter, a dashing blonde behind

the wheel. She ROARS off down the street.

Riggs and Murtaugh exchange glances.

The GATE CLICKS, starts to glide shut.

The cops enter.

53 EXT. HOUSE WINDOW - SAME TIME 53

Riggs' face comes INTO FRAME, peering cautiously through

a plate glass window. He whistles softly.

RIGGS:

Take a look.

Murtaugh steps to the window, looks in.

54 MURTAUGH'S POV - THROUGH THE WINDOW 54

Enough cocaine to service the third tier at Yankee

Stadium.

A BLONDE, BIKINI-CLAD WONDER sits on the couch, happily

snorting. She sees Murtaugh and waves hilariously.

Makes come-hither gestures.

Murtaugh scowls, turns to Riggs.

RIGGS:

I'm thinking probable cause.

Jesus.

backup.

MURTAUGHMaybe I should call for

RIGGS:

What am I, chopped liver?

Murtaugh looks at him. Sighs.

MURTAUGH:

No killing.

RIGGS:

No killing.

He grins cheesily56

EXT. SOLARIUM 56

Riggs and Murtaugh approach

draw their guns.

the frosted glass door. They

MURTAUGH:

Nice and easy.

RIGGS:

Nice and easy.

Murtaugh takes a deep breath. Kicks open the door.

Police.

MURTAUGHHold it right there.

57 INT. SOLARIUM 57

The rich guy does not hold it right there. In fact, he

has already snatched up the SHOTGUN. He triggers a

BLAST, BLOWS OUT GLASS next to Murtaugh. Murtaugh dives,

rolls, comes up in a combat crouch. BAM --- The rich

guy takes it in the shoulder. Spins around. The gun

clatters to the ground. Riggs and Murtaugh approach,

guns drawn. The rich guy writhes on the ground, clutching

his shoulder. Murtaugh says to Riggs:

MURTAUGH:

See how easy that was? Boom.

Still alive. Now we take the gun

away ...

(he does)

... And we question him. Know

why we can question him? Because

I got him in the shoulder. I

didn't blow him up or jump off a

building with him.

RIGGS:

No fair, the building guy lived.

MURTAUGH:

Whatever. The point is, no

killing.

RIGGS:

No killing.

MURTAUGH:

Right. Piece of cake. I'm very

happy. Read the man his rights,

I'll be over here being happy.

Unfortunately ... as Murtaugh speaks, he does not see the

man on the ground has a hideaway gun tucked into his

waistband. As Murtaugh talks, oblivious ... The guy takes

out the gun with his good arm -- and aims dead center-at

Murtaugh's back. Riggs, however, notices. And springs

into action. Before the rich guy can fire ... Riggs' foot

flashes out like a pile driver. CRACK! The guy flies

backward. Lands on top of the pool tarpaulin. Oops. It

promptly surrounds him in a sucking, vice-like grip.

Murtaugh dives forward and extends his hand. Too late.

The vinyl surrounds the screaming rich guy, sucks him

below the surface. Smothers him.

Drags him to the bottom. Murtaugh looks on, wild-eyed.

On the bottom of the pool is a vinyl tomb. Murtaugh

dives in. Swims to the bottom. Yanks, and strains, but

we all know it's no f***ing use. The vinyl stops moving.

Murtaugh stares... and then he gives up. Surfaces at the

side of the pool, gasping and wheezing. Riggs kneels

down beside him.

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