Lethal Weapon 2 Page #3

l work in a bank.

You have money to launder.

What do you do?

Bring it to you.

-He does.

-l don't understand. Why me?

Who am l?

You're a courier. You work for him.

l'm the drug dealer.

Don't you have plates? What is this?

l deposit the cash into the account

of a dummy finance company.

l issue you a cashier's check...

...in his name,

minus a small commission for myself.

-The other end.

-You like breathing?

How much?

Not bad, Leo. Pretty prosperous.

You return it to me as collateral

on a loan l make to you.

But you don't pay back the loan.

You keep the money.

How's that work?

That's it! Don't you get it?

lt's your money. You don't pay it back.

And it's clean.

lt is now laundered.

You cops aren't too bright.

This is the best part.

You take a tax deduction...

...on interest payments

you don't even make.

-Am l a genius?

-You're a swindler.

Cheat.

Come on!

Everyone cheats. Look at the Pentagon.

So you got it?

So how come you turned yourself in,

Mr. Big Shot?

l was scamming those guys for months.

Every transaction, l kept a little.

You?

lt was easy. Cash deposits...

...millions of dollars in small bills

changing hands.

Who's going to miss $10,000 here,

$20,000 there?

Drug dealers.

That's right. They did.

That's why l'm living

out of a suitcase now.

You can give that to Nick.

But it's softer.

l put a fabric softener in there.

lt's small, Leroy.

lt's Leo, not Leroy.

l'll buy you another shirt.

Just give me the names

of those drug dealers.

l don't know any.

l just dealt with the couriers.

Where does Trish keep my laundry?

Behind the machine.

You never met anyone except couriers?

No names.

Wait a minute, come to think of it!

Okay, listen.

They took me up in the hills

to a house on stilts.

And l had a job interview with a guy...

...and his name was...

Haynes! Hans!

-Take us there.

-We have to sit on this guy.

lt won't hurt to look.

l know the address.

Let's go.

We shouldn't do this!

Come on, don't be a killjoy!

We're back! You're black, l'm mad.

This is going to be great!

lf we're going, shouldn't l have a gun?

ls my nose still bleeding?

lt's really sore.

Sorry about that.

lt should be coming up soon.

-9856.

-That's it.

-That's another possibility.

-This is the ninth possibility, Leo.

That's it. Nine.

My lucky number. Nine.

Stay in the car.

-Can't l come?

-Stay.

Nice car.

-What are you doing?

-Hooking it up.

You're not being careful!

l know what l'm doing. lt's a car...

...not a baby carriage.

You're chipping the paint.

-You smell what l smell ?

-l smell it.

A rat?

A real stinky one.

Where you going?

l'm a peeping Tom. lt goes

with the badge. lt's fun sometimes.

Bingo!

Lars, look!

What the f***?!

Where's the pool?

No pool.

-Of course there is.

-This house is built on stilts.

l'm sure there's a pool.

Cuff yourselves.

Move that truck!

Your keys!

You all right?

Where you going?

That was the waiter from the hotel.

Wait for me!

Get the f*** out of here!

What are you doing?!

You can't take my truck!

Sergeant, it's the guy from the hotel!

Where did he go?

Riggs is hanging on the truck!

What are you doing out of the car?

Get in the car!

Get back! lt's police business!

lt's a high-speed chase!

Get out of the way!

l love it! We got to catch him!

Hello, a**hole.

Give me that!

There they are! Hurry up!

Can't you go faster?!

Will you shut the f*** up?

Wipe out. lt's under control.

l told you to look out!

-You're too old for this.

-Shut up! Yak-yak-yak.

And stay!

What do you think l am, a dog?

Hands behind your neck!

What are you guys doing here?

We got a lot to talk about.

What is going on?

Freeze!

Get down here!

Come on, it's been a bad day.

Show me your hands.

Take it easy, officer. l'm not armed.

l won't resist.

Put down your guns, gentlemen.

lt's all right. Do as l say!

Hands on your head.

Behind your head!

You have no idea what you're doing.

We're professional police officers.

We do this for a living.

My name is Arjen Rudd.

l'm Minister of Diplomatic Affairs

for the South African consulate.

South Africa. Home of the Krugerrand.

Among other things.

These men also work for the consulate.

We have diplomatic credentials--

Keep your hands out of there.

Everybody, take it easy.

Especially you, Riggs.

Riggs?

You're Martin Riggs?

From Chicago. What's your name?

What's his name?

Pieter Von-- Vor--

l'll just call you Adolf.

Are you Arjen Rudd? Aryan....?

That's you.

lt's official.

They are official.

Under the Diplomatic Relations Act...

...no diplomatic agent

may be detained or arrested...

...once his identity

has been established.

We have a serious

diplomatic situation here...

...which l will take up

with your State Department tomorrow.

l'm quaking in my boots,

but l'll still bring you down.

My dear officer...

...you could not even give me

a parking ticket.

Who is the d*ckhead now, huh?

The South African government owns

this house. This is South African soil.

Now get out of here.

All of you.

Don't do it.

Don't do it or l'll make you

eat this f***ing thing.

Kaffir.

Could you step out of the car, please?

Put them away. l'm sorry.

Sorry. Are you okay?

Don't open that.

That is a diplomatic pouch...

...protected under Article 27

of the Vienna Convention.

ls he serious with this stuff?

These are police officers, Miss

Van den Haas. They were just leaving.

She is a consulate secretary.

Give her back the briefcase.

Give it to her.

l'm sorry, Miss Consulate Secretary.

Don't talk to them! Come here.

He's a nice guy.

What's he paying you an hour?

Want to increase your pay?

Better hours?

l'd start getting used

to that sort of view.

lt's the Triangle Trade again.

Don't you know American history?

Molasses to rum to slaves.

Now drugs to dollars to Krugerrands.

l got a dead guy with a surfboard

where his face used to be...

...and the State Department

breathing down our throats.

l'll have to make a formal apology

to the South African consulate.

Apologize? He's a sack of sh*t!

He's a crook.

lt doesn't matter. He's a diplomat.

He has immunity. We can't touch him,

arrest him, prosecute him.

-Does that spell it out for you?

-Yes, sir.

-Who the hell is this guy?

-Leo Getz. Nice to meet you.

You took a civilian on a bust.

One you're supposed to be protecting!

He's alive, isn't he?

l signed a waiver.

Besides, l usually wait in the car.

Usually?

They're very adamant about that.

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

-They're good cops!

They're the best.

One time, a guy was waiving a gun--!

What did he say?

What did he say?

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

-What's that mean?

lt's his mantra. Why is everyone

parked on my desk? Up!

lt's a rubber plant!

lt looks to be about a week's supply.

Go spit.

l forgot. You're too old for that sh*t.

lf you don't like it,

you can exchange it.

One moment, Miss Van den Haas.

l hope you understood

what happened here today.

l'd rather not jump

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