Lethal Weapon 3 Page #2

[Tires screech]

[Grunting, struggling sounds]

DELORES:
This fool picked the wrong time

to mess with the wrong lady.

Just stay close!

[Man groans]

[Bang]

Right behind you, baby!

DELORES:
Take a good look!

Delores the Road Warrior

is dead on your raggedy ass!

[Tires screech]

[Truck engine accelerates]

ROGER:
Ram him!

[Tires screech, car horns blare]

- Watch out, Riggs!

- Come on!

[Screams]

[Bang]

Are you married, sugar?

What? Yes, 24 years! 24 years!

Yeah, but is it working?

[Car horn wails]

- You can't get closer?

- I am! I'm getting closer.

Hold on, Riggs!

ROGER:
Hold on!

Hold on! Hold on! We got you!

DELORES:
Hold on!

DELORES:
I told you I could!

ROGER:
Closer!

RIGGS:
Get me up there!

ROGER:
Go!

I am! I am!

ROGER:
Back off!

[Delores screams, loud thud]

[Car screeches to a halt]

If he falls, don't hit him!

Don't worry, I've got something for you!

[Sings with a powerful voice]

[Continues bellowing]

[Bang]

[Car horns blaring]

[Tires screeching]

[Smack]

[Tires screeching]

Thanks for the interest, sugar,

but one thing at a time!

[Driver screams in pain]

[Truck horn wails]

ROGER:
Catch him!

DELORES:
All right!

[Gunshot]

ROGER:
Keep singing! Just stay close!

[Driver groans]

DELORES:
Relax, baby. Relax.

ROGER:
Keep your hands off my thighs!

ROGER:
He's in trouble. Watch out!

DELORES:
I got him!

[Screeching]

I'm getting too old for this.

Not for me, you're not, sugar.

You have the right to remain unconscious.

Anything you say ain't gonna be much.

[Truck horn honks]

Hey, Riggs. Are you all right?

I'm okay. I guess we'll have to book

this guy for not wearing his seat belt.

That was dynamite driving.

ROGER:
She's a dynamite driver!

DELORES:
I'll show you dynamite!

Sho 'nuff!

What have you two been up to?

What do you mean? We were in pursuit!

RIGGS:
I saw you kiss her.

ROGER:
She kissed me!

It looked mutual to me.

Wipe that lipstick off.

Hey, go spit, Riggs!

Are you okay?

Are you all right?

Back to bed. Back to bed.

Good morning, guys. Daddy.

How about treating your dad

to breakfast today?

CARRIE:
You've got six more days to go.

RIGGS:
Laundry service.

TRISH:
Hold this. Hangers?

I'm springing for the soap.

Nothing too fancy. Cute dog.

CARRIE:
It's a Westie.

'Morning, Trish.

'Morning, Rog.

RIGGS:
Good morning, Nick.

NICK:
Spare me.

RIGGS:
What, you didn't brush your teeth?

TRISH:
Hold it, mister!

Just looking for some orange juice.

Don't get any fingerprints on the door

and put the glass in the dishwasher.

Did somebody commit a murder?

Someone's coming to see the house.

RIGGS:
I think a little mess

adds to the charm.

[Tires squeal]

[Dog barks in distance]

LEO:
How's this?

LEO:
Isn't this great? Okay? Okay?

[Phone rings]

Kelly's Pool Hall.

Right, Kelly, hi. Let me speak to Dad.

RIGGS:
Hi, honey. How are you?

I thought I asked you not to call me here.

RIGGS:
It's for you.

ROGER:
Me?

Who is it? Hello?

Hi. It's my first day at work. Are you

going to come by and wish me luck?

LEO:
Beautiful, huh?

Come on, check it out.

WOMAN:
Beautiful lawn.

LEO:
It's great.

See how quiet it is here? Listen.

Isn't that great? Come on.

MAN:
It's quiet.

LEO:
The inside's even better.

TRISH:
It's the people to look at the house.

ROGER:
And our broker.

LEO:
Just want to make sure.

I'll show you this room first.

It's my favorite.

- Is that it? Does that say it all?

- It's very nice.

I love that picture window.

LEO:
It's just been completely replaced.

MAN:
Why?

A drug dealer came through with his car

and crashed right in.

Shot up the whole place.

Son of a b*tch!

I'm going to cut him off at the knees!

It's true. It's true. True.

Okay, okay, anyway, look.

LEO:
Do you like the drapes?

Maybe she'll leave them.

ROGER:
I thought you quit.

RIGGS:
I did.

ROGER:
You'll stink up the house.

Don't smoke.

RIGGS:
I'm itching to.

ROGER:
Here.

Chew on these.

LEO:
I have to tell you this. It's the law.

It's called "full disclosure."

Anything else you want to disclose

before we go on?

Now that you mention it, the bathroom

has been completely remodeled...

...due to unexpected bomb damage.

LEO:
Hey, come on. It's okay.

Son of a b*tch!

RIGGS:
Don't, don't.

You'll never sell the house.

Okay, okay. We saw enough

of the kitchen.

LEO:
I'll show you the upstairs. Wait till

you see it. It's beautiful. You'll love it.

[Tires screech]

ROGER:
They're gone. Leo Getz,

I'm going to kill him!

Son of a b*tch! I'm going to kill him!

You have to let me, Riggs!

They weren't going to buy it anyway!

- You scared them away!

- They couldn't afford to buy it!

- Oh, I see.

- Okay, relax.

I had to tell them everything.

It's the law. "Full disclosure."

LEO:
You must have heard of it?

ROGER:
I'm a cop! I'm the law!

RIGGS:
Get off me! What is it with you?

LEO:
Hold it!

Okay, okay.

At least he didn't tell them

about the nail-gun incident.

I forgot. Did you have a permit

when you built over the garage?

Permit?

Hold it! Leo's here. I'll take care of it.

I'll make some calls.

We'll get some back-dated permits.

LEO:
Which phone can I use?

ROGER:
Sunroom.

ROGER:
It must be easier than this.

LEO:
Count on Leo Getz.

You need less aggravation.

Come to work with me.

Thank you, Leo! Son of a b*tch!

Stop fronting yourself. You know?

Swing with me and my crew.

[Rap music playing in car]

DARRYL:
Forget school.

Here comes your pops.

NICK:
Later.

DARRYL:
All right, gotcha.

NICK:
Next time.

NEIGHBOR:
'Morning, Rog.

ROGER:
How're you doing?

Hey, Nick.

- Wasn't that Darryl?

- Yeah.

I haven't seen him around in a while.

He dropped out of high school.

Those are pretty gang colors he's wearing.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, Nick?

Yeah, Dad?

Be good.

Word.

"Word," Nick.

Word.

"Word," Riggs.

"Word," Rog.

ROGER:
What are we talking about?

RIGGS:
"Word."

Four letters. Starts with a "W",

"O" in the middle, "D" at the end.

ROGER:
Oh, yeah, that word.

ROGER:
"Word."

JACK:
Tyrone, my man, how are you?

TYRONE:
Jack, how's it going?

JACK:
Let's take a walk.

TYRONE:
Wait here for me.

JACK:
Look around. This is my dream

and it's all coming true.

TYRONE:
You sank your money into this,

out here in the middle of the desert?

JACK:
Know why it'll be a gold mine?

TYRONE:
Do tell.

Because no one wants to live

next door to a menace like you.

I came to do business,

not to be insulted by you.

Relax, Tyrone.

Like houses, friendships need

strong foundations.

Smitty, come here. Come here.

What's wrong with you?

Don't I pay you good and take care of you?

- Sure you do.

- What about the stunt you and Billy pulled?

It was a good plan. It worked.

It worked? It didn't work.

You got nailed, first time out.

Nobody who works for me

goes into business for themselves.

Do you understand me?

See how that can jeopardize everything?

Right, Tyrone?

TYRONE:
Whatever.

JACK:
Especially trying to pop

an armored car.

JACK:
Okay, Billy got caught.

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