Lethal Weapon Page #9

RIGGS:

Oops.

Murtaugh stares daggers at him.

MURTAUGH:

Have you ... ever... met someone

you didn't kill... ?

RIGGS:

Haven't killed you yet.

MURTAUGH:

Terrific, you want a little gold

star?

(lie pulls out

a soaked pack

of cigarettes)

Sh*t.

58 EXT. POSH BEVERLY HILLS HOME - LATER 58

Behind Riggs and Murtaugh, crime scene cops scurry back

and forth. Flashing lights. Cameras. Murtaugh makes

his way to the car. Riggs beside him. As they reach

the car, Murtaugh stops:

MURTAUGH:

Look, I' m sorry I said that sh*t

back there.

(beat)

You saved my life. Thank you.

RIGGS:

I bet that hurt to say.

MURTAUGH:

You have no idea.

59 INT. MURTAUGH HOME - LATER THAT NIGHT 59

The two detectives come through the front door, shedding

their jackets. Young Carrie appears, nursing a Popsicle.

CARRIE:

Hi, Daddy. Is that a crook?

MURTAUGH:

No, honey, this is Martin, my

partner.

(scoops her up;

hugs her)

Tell Martin what you think of

crooks.

CARRIE:

Buttheads.

(giggles)

They're buttheads.

RIGGS:

Kid's no dummy.

CARRIE:

Daddy, Mommy says you hate her

cooking.

MURTAUGH:

Tell Mommy hate is a mild word.

60 INT. KITCHEN 60

Trish is cooking as the two cops enter.

MURTAUGH:

Hi, honey.

(he looks in

the oven)

We're having something brown... A

largish brown object ...

TRISH:

It's roast.

MURTAUGH:

Dammit, I wanted to guess. Honeny,

this is Martin, my new partner.

He'll be joining us tonight, okay?

TRISH:

Sure. Roast okay with you, Martin?

RIGGS:

Fine.

MURTAUGH:

How about brown, roast-like

substance?

TRISH:

Roger, you're being an a**hole.

(kisses his ear)

Don't forget to compliment Rianne

on her shoes.

MURTAUGH:

Got it. Drink, Martin?

RIGGS:

Bourbon, if you have it.

Murtaugh exits. Riggs stands awkwardly as Trish removes

the roast from the oven.

RIGGS:

My wife could burn water.

TRISH:

You're married?

RIGGS:

I was. She's dead now.

TRISH:

Oh. I'm sorry.

RIGGS:

No problem.

He reaches for a stray piece of roast. Trish slaps his

hand.

TRISH:

Don't pick.Riggs

smiles. A genuine smile, the first we've seen.

60A INT. LIVING ROOM -SAME 60A

Murtaugh is fixing drinks as RIANNE enters. We all

heave a sigh. She is strictly to perish for.

Hello,

RIANNEFather.

MURTAUGH:

Hello, daughter. Nice shoes.

RIANNE:

Oh, Daddy, aren't they great?

MURTAUGH:

Absolutely. How much they cost?

RIANNE:

A hundred and ten dollars.

you really like them?

Do

MURTAUGH:

A hundred and -(

frowns)

-- They're shoes.

Right.

RIANNE:

MURTAUGH:

You wear them on your feet.

Right.

RIANNE:

MURTAUGH:

And that's all they do ... ?

not, like a TV inside?

There's

Nope.

RIANNE:

MURTAUGH:

(shakes his head)

I'm very old.

CUT TO:

61 INT. MURTAUGH'S DEN 61

Young Nick Murtaugh is sitting in front of the TELEVISION,

watching a "Charley Brown Christmas" and coloring

a picture with a big box of crayons. He stops.

Frowns. Looks up -- At Martin Riggs, who is peeking

his head around the corner, watching with rapt fascination.

Riggs chuckles, points to the screen:

RIGGS:

This is good. I like this.

Nick looks at him very strangely. Okay, so the guy

likes cartoons ...

62 INT. DINING ROOM - MEALTIME 62

Everyone is gathered, eating.

Incredibly homey and domestic-looking.

For Riggs, who eats ravenously, it is the first taste

of warmth in many a long year.

62A ACROSS THE TABLE 62A

We notice something kind of neat:

Rianne simply cannot take her eyes off Riggs.

She stares at him, in a trance. Her brother NICK nudges

her in the ribs. She pulls a face.

62B MURTAUGH 62B

Has also noticed his daughter's attentions, and you can

bet he's not all that happy about it.

63. EXT. MURTAUGH'S HOIJSE - DRIVEWAY - BOAT - NIGHT 63

Tirsh Murtaugh wheeling garbage pail to curbside.

TRISH:

(sarcastically)

That's okay, honey. I'll take

out the garbage.

Boat. Murtaugh's head appears sheepishly from within.

MURTAUGH:

Yeah. Thanks, honey.

On board boat, Murtaugh is working on the engine. Riggs

sitting on driver's seat.

MURTAUGH:

Whaddaya think?

RIGGS:

You know anything about boats,

Roger?

MURTAUGH:

Know how much they cost.

RIGGS:

I mean, can you sail this thing?

MURTAUGH:

What's wrong with you? This ain't

a sail boat.

RIGGS:

(smiling)

That's what I thought.

MURTAUGH:

No trick to it. That's the front.

That's the back. Water all around.

Why you gotta make things so

complicated?

RIGGS:

I don't. That's just how they are.

Murtaugh opens an ice chest, takes a beer for himself

and tosses one to Riggs.

MURTAUGH:

Oh, yeah. You mean Amanda

Hunsacker's murder?

RIGGS:

Now, did I mention that?

MURTAUGH:

You don't have to. I can read

your mind.

Riggs makes no reply. He just looks at Murtaugh over

the rim of his beer can.

MURTAUGH:

I don't get you, Riggs. What's the

problem? We got one dead girl and

one dead guy. Dead guy killed the

dead girl and we killed the dead

guy 'cause he wanted us to be dead

guys. Seems pretty easy to me.

Riggs has wandered over to the instrument panel. He inspects

the switches and gauges.

MURTAUGH:

Look, her sugar daddy was dealin'

drugs. She said somethin'... or

did somethin'... or saw somethin'

she shouldn't have, and he pitched

her off the balcony into the sweet

by-an'-by.

(beat)

That's why he came at us today

with a shotgun.

RIGGS:

I don't know. Sounds a little

too neat to me.

MURTAUGH:

Of course it's neat. And what's

wrong with neat? I like neat.

Riggs flips a switch and the MOTOR ROARS to life.

Murtaugh leaps up.

MURTAUGH:

Hey! Watch what you're doin'!

Murtaugh fumbles with the switches in a futile effort to

turn off the engine. But Riggs knows exactly which

switch to flip.

RIGGS:

Lookin' for this?

He silences the engine. Murtaugh glares at him.

MURTAUGH:

You a**hole.

RIANNE:

Hi, Dad...

Murtaugh jumps, startled by his daughter's arrival.

Rianne and Riggs exchange a glance.

MURTAUGH:

What is it, Rianne?

RIANNE:

Mark wants to take me out to a

club tomorrow night.

MURTAUGH:

You're grounded -- you know that.

RIANNE:

Please, Daddy ...

MURTAUGH:

Which one is Mark, anyway?

RIANNE:

The blond one.

MURTAUGH:

Oh, yeah. The one with pits in

his face.

RIANNE:

Those are dimples.

MURTAUGH:

Those are pits. When he smiles,

I can see through his head.

(beat)

The answer is no. End of story.

RIGGS:

C'mon, Rog. Have a heart.

Murtaugh looks at Riggs -- not appreciative of his

intervention.

MURTAUGH:

The girl was smoking pot in the

house. She's grounded!

RIANNE:

Next time I'll just take a beer

instead. Why can I have a beer

and not a joint? It's not coke,

you know, Dad.

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