Lethal Weapon 2 Page #2

l'll have rubbers on my desk,

rubbers in the mail, in the coffee....

lf you'd only kept your mouth shut!

l'm going for a walk.

Give the boys some credit.

ln one ear, out the rubber.

How goes it with you, Hans?

Okay. You, Pieter?

That's quite enough of that.

Come on over here, Hans.

Mind the plastic.

l'm having painting done.

The important thing is...

...are you okay?

No bones broken?

l'm fine, thanks.

Just bumps and bruises, eh?

Yeah, that's all.

Good, good.

However, we lost over $1 million

in Krugerrand.

l know. l'm sorry, Mr. Rudd.

lt happens.

lt's not your fault.

Sometimes things do not go as planned.

As you say, they just happen,

Eh, Pieter?

You give a whole new meaning

to the word, ''drop cloth.''

Certain policemen have become

an intolerable nuisance.

They are obviously on to us again.

How do you propose to handle it?

Warn them off.

lt's my experience...

...that a scared cop

is more useful than a dead one.

A warning?

ls that not a bit tame?

Depends on how you do it.

Then you better look at this.

This is the policeman in charge.

A Kaffir.

Lovely.

Remember to take these in order.

There's a packet

for each day of the week.

This yours?

l found it in the wash.

l keep losing this.

Something's wrong.

No, not really.

lt's just a goddamn pen.

What about the pen?

lt reminds me of something.

Of what?

lt reminds me of...

...the night Vicki was killed.

l didn't mean to push.

That's okay.

We never really talked about this.

l was to meet her for dinner.

One of those romantic dinners for two.

l had so much work.

And l forgot about it.

She waited at the restaurant

for an hour before she drove home.

lt was midnight when l got home

to a ringing phone. l answered it.

They said she was killed in a car crash.

lf l'd been driving,

we'd have been all right.

l remember falling down

on my knees and shaking all over.

l remember thinking, ''l'm losing it.''

There l was lying on the floor...

...and l'm seeing under the couch,

and l see this gold pen.

Just lying there. l'd been looking

for it for two months. There it is.

She wasn't a great housekeeper.

This voice goes off in my head,

like a drill instructor.

lt said, ''Get up! Now!''

l didn't feel like it, but l got up.

Muscles were still working.

Then l drove to the hospital...

...identified her, signed her out

with my gold pen.

Trish found a gold pen in the laundry.

Look around you, Sam.

One day, Sam...

...this'll all be yours.

Find a nice b*tch,

raise a couple of pups.

A man could be happy here.

Anybody tell you if you sit on

cold rocks too long, you get piles?

Let's go watch TV.

Kaffirs!

Wondering about your kids?

About what we've done to them?

lf l was you, l'd be going nuts now.

l'd be going f***ing bananas.

Want to know what we've done?

Shall l tell you?

Just let your imagination run wild.

This has just been a warning.

After this, it gets bloody.

Tell your people to back off.

Don't be a smart Kaffir.

Maybe we let you live, huh?

-You didn't see a face?

-Not one. They had on hoods.

What about a voice?

That crazy motherf***er who did talk

had a strange accent.

Not German, not English.

Kind of guttural. Really shitty accent.

Wait. Anything like what we chased

the other night?

Yeah, kind of like that.

Trish and the kids?

They're at her sister's house

in Bellflower.

Listen up! You heard what happened

to Rog last night?

Forensics get back with anything?

Not yet. They'll keep us posted.

We got to watch each other's

backs and fronts.

You can all watch my back

in poker tomorrow. You in?

-lf we catch these a**holes.

-Count me in.

l got something special for you.

Leo Getz has been placed

in protective custody.

You guys are going to baby-sit

until Washington sends the Feds.

-How long?

-Until the red tape is processed.

Couple, three days.

Getz is going to testify

before a commission of inquiry.

Drugs, laundered money, etc.

l'll be there in 10 minutes.

This is not a sh*t assignment.

-Yes, it is.

-No, it isn't.

lt isn't.

lt is.

Shut up, both of you.

l've guaranteed his safety.

Why us?

You two are the most qualified. And...

...after last night,

you could use the break.

l can handle last night.

What do we do with him?

Take him to Disneyland.

This stinks. This stinks.

l don't give a f***! l don't have an

ulcer because l know when to say that.

Here's where he's staying.

A nice hotel. The Justice Department

is paying. Enjoy yourselves.

One more thing.

Know what that says?

Yeah. Same thing as that,

but l don't give a f***.

You're lucky.

l have to live with that.

What room is that for?

This is it. 612.

Police.

How do l know that?

After l shoot you, you can

examine the bullet. Open up.

Don't you want to see a badge?

-Where's your badge?

-Shut up.

l get it. Bad cop, good cop.

Shut up.

Bad cop, bad cop.

l know the routines.

-Are you Leo Getz?

-That's me, Leo Getz.

Whatever you need, Leo gets. Get it?

l use that to break the ice

when l meet people.

l'm Sgt. Murtaugh, this is Sgt. Riggs.

Nice to meet you.

So what do l call you guys?

Sgt. Murtaugh and Sgt. Riggs.

We're going to be your shadow.

That's fine. Hey, an old-fashioned--

Okay. l just ain't seen one

in a long time.

l didn't think anyone used them anymore.

l bet the kid's got an automatic.

Have you?

Yep, a Beretta.

You sure you guys are cops?

Better watch how you treat me.

l'm a state witness.

Star witness.

We'll take that room.

l already have my stuff in this room.

lt's yours, okay?

l'll move it in the small room.

l'm the smallest guy here.

l'll take the small room.

Hey, loosen up, guys!

We're going to be together a long time.

l'll get it.

lt's only room service.

You hungry? l'll call

for anything you want.

See this silk robe? Free.

-lt's not free.

-Yes, it is.

-lt's taxpayers' money.

-Same thing.

Morning, gentlemen.

That's my food. You guys

didn't want anything. Bring it here.

lt's mine.

You could have had something.

l ordered eggs, not hamburger.

Not the window!

Sh*t!

Where is that son-of-a-b*tch?

Somebody stop that guy! Stop him!

Don't leave me! l can't swim!

We're near the edge of the pool.

Now get the f*** off my back!

Clear! Get back! Police!

You okay?

Where were you?

Why didn't you follow me?

-Yeah, why didn't you?

-l was 7 floors up!

-He hit me.

-Good!

This guy took a big chance to pop all of

us. What'd you witness, a murder?

Nothing like that. Honest.

All l did was launder a half a billion

dollars in drug money.

Half a billion dollars?!

More or less.

Who can count that much money?

Could l have some cotton balls

for my nose?

Could you shut the f*** up?

You're supposed to take care of me.

Shut up!

Mr. Getz got away.

Our best opportunity and he gets away.

He slips through our fingers

and into the hands of the police.

What are you doing?

Checking to see

if l was standing on plastic.

Okay, l got it.

l'm who l am. You're a drug dealer.

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