Lethal Weapon 3 Page #10

Hello, Car 54, where are you?

I cracked this case for you guys.

LEO:
Listen! Mesa Verde's legit.

They got a housing project,

called Rancho Arroyo.

RIGGS:
I know where that is!

LEO:
Why don't we check it out?

- That's a good idea.

- Yeah, okay.

I'll come with you.

- You're not coming with us.

- Yes, I am. I'll take my car.

RIGGS:
No, you're not.

LEO:
Yes, I am.

[Gunshot]

I can't believe you did that! I got a spare!

[Gunshot]

- You're driving!

- No, I'm driving!

How could you do that?

I can't believe you did that!

LEO:
I can't believe you did that!

RIGGS:
Where's Lorna?

I can't believe you did that!

[Car engine rumbles]

LEO:
How could you do that to me?

[Sirens blaring]

LEO:
Did you see that?

They're my partners.

I can't believe they did that!

Do you own your home?

[Car door slams]

- Looks like we came to the right place.

- Yeah.

RIGGS:
Move on out to Travis Town.

Great place to raise a family.

Built on guns and bloodshed.

One hell of a retirement plan

this a**hole's got.

Let's foreclose on this son of a b*tch.

RIGGS:
Say, is that...

ROGER:
Darryl's gun.

- I was saving it for the right occasion.

- This is it.

ROGER:
How many men

do you think he has?

RIGGS:
Who knows?

Maybe I should run over there

and ask him?

That'd be too easy.

RIGGS:
Wish I had some grenades

or a rocket launcher.

Maybe a ground-to-air missile.

RIGGS:
I wonder what Murphy's got

in his trunk.

It's obvious, Murphy was never

a Boy Scout.

Not even a good spare.

[Click of gun trigger]

Put your hands down. It's embarrassing.

LORNA:
How're you doing?

Kissing.

Fresh ones?

Oh, yeah. Shaving cuts.

No points for those.

RIGGS:
How'd you get here?

LORNA:
Drove.

LORNA:
I ran into Leo at the police station.

He talked to me first.

LORNA:
Any ideas?

RIGGS:
Lucky thing we've got a plan.

Lucky thing. What is it?

I want it to be a surprise.

Oh...

I like surprises.

[Sirens blaring]

Move it!

- Check it out.

- Let's go.

[Gunfire]

- Look what they did to Murph's car.

- It could've been worse.

RIGGS:
It could've been yours.

ROGER:
Worse, it could've been Trish's car.

- On three.

- Three.

Three?

One...

ROGER:
Two...

LORNA:
Three!

LORNA:
Police! Freeze!

LORNA:
Oh, sh*t!

[Machine-guns firing]

- Go! Let's go!

- Right now!

What's wrong with you?

I said go on three, not two!

On three!

RIGGS:
It's always three!

LORNA:
Boys!

What are we doing here?

Losing our heads in a crisis?

Cover me! Cover me!

Exxon.

Hey, Rog...

- What?

- Count to 20!

What?

Count to 20 and then light me!

Sh*t!

ROGER:
Riggs, it's loaded with ammo!

- Cover me.

- Cover you?

Cover you, cover Riggs.

ROGER:
When's someone gonna

cover me for a change?

What's that, 13, 14? To hell with it!

[Tires squealing]

[Fire roaring]

THUG:
It's the cops.

They're burning everything!

Son of a b*tch!

ROGER:
Crazy motherf***er!

Damn!

ROGER:
Riggs, the ammo!

Get out of there!

[Thunderous explosion]

You crazy son of a b*tch!

Yeah! Ha-ha!

[Fast-paced dramatic instrumental music,

background]

[Rapid gunfire]

Son of a b*tch. You're full of sh*t.

Stay there.

Sh*t, where's Riggs?

Riggs!

[Rapid gunfire]

[Riggs gasps]

Son of a b*tch! No clip!

Lorna, no, don't!

[Thunderous explosion]

Come on in, b*tch.

JACK:
The door's open!

[Lorna screaming]

[Riggs gasping]

[Riggs choking and gasping]

RIGGS:
I'm gonna eat your f***ing heart!

[Roger gasping]

[Thug groans]

Son of a b*tch.

RIGGS:
Travis!

Sh*t!

[Riggs screaming and grunting]

Armor-piercing bullets, yeah.

ROGER:
Cop killers.

You're coming with me!

[Groaning and grunting]

F*** you, a**hole!

Riggs!

[Motor revving]

ROGER:
Riggs. Hey, Riggs. Riggs!

ROGER:
Get up!

ROGER:
Get up!

Killed in the line of duty!

You'll get a great funeral

from the Department.

ROGER:
Cop killers!

[Gunshots, glass shattering]

Ex-cop killers.

Go to hell, Riggs.

You first.

[Clanking]

[Motor revving]

Crazy son of a b*tch!

[Lorna groans]

Sorry, honey, I gotta do it. I gotta look.

Oh... oh...

RIGGS:
Just hold still. Hold still.

RIGGS:
Get a chopper, man!

Get a chopper.

She had two vests on.

She's gonna be okay.

A couple of bad ones.

We need to get a chopper.

You're all right, partner. Hang on.

It's okay, it's okay. Just lie still.

Just lie still.

Just a romantic evening by the fire,

just the two of us.

Just be still.

[Sirens blaring]

Honey, open your eyes. Open your eyes.

RIGGS:
Open your eyes.

What are you trying to prove out there?

RIGGS:
Why do you do that?

RIGGS:
Can I take this off?

ATTENDANT:
Yeah.

You're supposed to grow old

with someone, not because of them.

[Soft instrumental music, background]

RIGGS:
I'm gonna be with you.

I'm with you now. Look, I'm right here.

We're both here, right? Right.

Come on, I want to be with you.

RIGGS:
What have you got to lose?

You.

Not likely.

- Hey, Lorna.

- Yeah?

Let's live to regret this.

- We've got to go, Sarge.

- Okay.

ATTENDANT:
She's gonna be fine.

RIGGS:
Can you hear me?

I love you.

[Propellers pelting]

[Family cheers]

ALL:
[Sing] "Happy retirement, Daddy

"Happy retirement, Daddy"

TRISH:
This is it. This is the day.

NICK:
Everybody? Daddy?

I want you to know there's a candle

for every year in the Force.

Yes! A lot of years.

TRISH:
You have to blow it out.

NICK:
Come on!

I can't.

TRISH:
Come on, blow it out.

ROGER:
That's not what I mean.

TRISH:
What?

I can't retire.

I thought I could. I wanted to.

But I can't.

That means you're gonna

stay with the Force?

That means I'm staying

with the Force, baby.

NICK:
This cake's about to explode,

so you'd better blow out these candles.

I want you to know that

I'm behind you all the way.

CARRIE:
Me, too.

RIANNE:
So am I, Dad.

It's okay.

Well, the streets will be safer

for another couple of years.

[AII laugh]

"Word," Nick?

"Word," Dad.

Blow them out!

LEO:
Hello?

ALL:
Hello! In here!

Hello. I gotta talk to Roger.

Oprah should see this.

LEO:
I can't believe this!

Okay, this is great!

TRISH:
What is it?

Where's Riggs? I didn't know

he could hold his breath that long.

I'm taking a bath, Leo.

I can see that. And it's cold water, too.

There goes your image.

LEO:
Listen, I got great news.

Once again, Leo Getz has delivered.

Okay, I have sold this turkey.

LEO:
This termite-infested dump is

now gone. Okay?

All you have to do is sign the contract

before the suckers change their mind.

Okay? I did it! I did it!

ROGER:
Hey, Leo!

The house is off the market.

We're gonna stay in this "termite-infested

turkey" for another ten years!

TRISH:
At least!

RIANNE:
I'll get married here!

TRISH:
Come on, out.

LEO:
You can't do this.

TRISH:
Out, out.

LEO:
No, you can't do that.

You can't do that. I have contracts signed.

Because we're partners,

no commission. Okay?

Partners?

You and Riggs owe me two new tires.

ROGER:
Why?

Because bullets aren't covered

in normal road hazard. That's why!

LEO:
I want those tires! No conditions!

Leo, get out of here!

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