Lethal Weapon 2 Page #6

l handled it myself.

Drove your car right off the road,

remember?

But you weren't driving, were you?

You can't imagine the surprise...

...when l pulled back a matted mop of

bloody hair to see this woman's face.

Your wife, right?

She didn't die straight away.

lt took a bit of time.

You don't have much luck

with women, do you?

She's dead. They killed her.

Where are you?

They killed her. She's dead.

They killed them both.

Slow down. Who are you talking about?

Where are you?

She's dead, Roger.

Calm down. We'll take care of it.

Where are you?

l'm not a cop tonight. lt's personal.

You don't know what happened tonight.

There's more.

l'm going to get those bastards.

l'm going to f*** them. l'm going now.

We're not going to the stilt house!

We're under orders!

Then the house will have to come to me.

They killed them both.

They got Rika and they got my wife.

Sh*t.

What's the deal?

You talk to the Feds,

but you don't talk to me.

That's not fair.

We trusted you.

You betrayed us.

You took our money!

We want it back now...

...you slimy little sh*t.

Give him more. He likes it.

Don't try and stop me.

l've seen that look

in your eyes before.

They declared war on the police.

You know about that?

l heard it on the radio.

We don't have the authority.

Cavanaugh...

...Wyler, Shapiro...

...Rika, Vicki. How much

f***ing authority do you need?

You got a plan?

Drive around the front of the house...

...wait for my signal...

...and then just go in

and shoot those f***ers.

They got Leo.

Be careful.

Wait.

What's your signal?

You'll know when it happens.

Somehow l think l will know.

Feel like talking?

lt's the big one!

Cool it. Watch him.

Move me away from the windows!

Riggs, you crazy mother--!

Holy Christ!

-You all right?

-Yeah, l'm okay.

Thanks.

-Was Adolf in there?

-He got away.

-l'm going to find him.

-What about Leo?

What about Leo?

You're on your own now.

What do you mean?

Take my car to the police station

and wait for the Federal Marshal.

lt's been an experience knowing you.

-l don't want a hug.

-Go on. Lucky if you see him again.

l had a lot of fun.

You do your duty now.

l'm going to really get them now.

Listen. Wait.

ls it okay if l sound the siren?

Loud as you want.

Really? Okay. Really?

Check it out.

Alba Varden is a cargo ship,

not a woman.

The Port Authority said

that the Alba Varden arrived today...

...and heads out tomorrow

to South Africa.

This is the eleventh dock.

lt must be here someplace.

l know l'm right.

The ship!

What did l tell you?

That container there

with three heavy hitters.

Let's have a look.

l'll take 2 of them out, you take 1 .

Better yet, you take 2, l take 1.

Pull over to the side.

-l can't see sh*t!

-Me, either. What is this sh*t?

Got a light?

lt's Rudd's, whatever it is.

l still can't see sh*t.

-You got something?

-l don't know. lt's a car.

Sh*t! Fort Knox!

Hell, how much is it?

Thousands.

F***ing millions.

Billions of f***ing Donald Trump lotto.

Look at this.

These are $1,000 bills!

With what l'm holding in my hand

l could put all my kids through college.

Take it.

F***ing drug money.

Do something good with it.

Rudd won't need it where he's going.

Load the container.

The next time the sun hits

their bodies, they'll be in Cape Town.

-Hey, this thing's moving.

-lt sure as hell is.

-What are we gonna do now?

-l don't know.

Let's shoot our way out.

No, don't. l got a better idea.

Our money.

Make sure they're dead.

-You go first. l'm too old.

-You go first. l'll cover you.

-How do we get out of here?

-l'll go this way.

l'll go this way and check over here.

Oh, sh*t!

Riggs, you okay?

Drop it, a**hole!

Diplomatic immunity!

lt's just been revoked.

You're breathing. You're not dead.

No, don't die.

You're not dead until l tell you.

You got that, Riggs?

You're not dead until l tell you.

You got that?

You' re not dead until l tell you.

Now, breathe with me.

Breathe.

Rog, in my pocket.

l want you to throw those things away.

Those things will kill you.

You son-of-a-b*tch.

l thought you were dying.

l didn't die on your toilet,

l'm not going to die in your arms.

You son-of-a-b*tch.

Where are they? Are they all gone?

Did you get the bad guys?

They been dekaffirnated.

Don't make me laugh! Jesus!

Did anyone ever tell you...

...you really are a beautiful man?

Give us a kiss.

Where'd that bullet hit you?

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