Lethal Weapon 3 Page #3

There's nothing I can do about that now.

He'll have to face the music on his own.

But you and me...

...we're gonna start over.

You know what I mean?

SMITTY:
Whatever you say, Jack.

JACK:
Good.

Glad you understand

what I'm talking about.

[Smitty groans]

[Cement gurgling]

Now we've got a relationship

we can build on.

- Employee problems. You know how it is?

- Yeah, right.

You invest time and energy

into training somebody.

Then, they get greedy and do something

stupid that jeopardizes everything.

It's a b*tch!

Stick around. This is the good part.

We can put our initials in there, yeah?

TYRONE:
Jesus Christ!

[Cackles]

RIGGS:
Lankershim and Vineland.

Where are we going?

ROGER:
Right here. Rianne's got a

new job. I promised her I'd stop by.

RIGGS:
That's a good reason.

ROGER:
All right. Here we are.

ROGER:
You got any silver, any change?

RIGGS:
We're cops.

That's right, we're cops. Not crooks.

I'll get change.

MAN:
Get down! All of you!

Get down!

Riggs! Riggs!

[Rianne screams]

How do you like that?

What are you doing with a rubber gun?

This is a film!

Cut, cut, cut! Who the f*** is this lunatic?

DIRECTOR:
Get him off my set.

ACTOR:
This isn't part of the story.

DIRECTOR:
Can we get a cop?

Rianne, I'm so sorry.

I feel like a microbe right now.

You really thought I was in trouble?

RIGGS:
I did.

A real cop! Go sit in your f***ing trailer!

DIRECTOR:
Are you a f***ing idiot?

RIGGS:
I apologize.

He's a friend of mine, a policeman.

He thought I was in trouble.

ROGER:
We're both...

He's a friend of yours?

Let me tell you something: You're fired.

Have a nice day.

Fired? Riggs, what'd you do?

You're not fired.

No, you're not. Just take it easy.

RIGGS:
You can't fire her

for something I did.

I don't care whose mistake it was!

She's fired!

RIGGS:
I apologize to everyone.

Don't push him!

DIRECTOR:
All of you, go!

Just take it easy. Don't push him.

DIRECTOR:
Get off my set, all right?

What are you, deaf?

Get off my set!

On any normal day,

I'd smack you in the mouth.

Is that so?

Don't!

It's a normal day.

I'm sorry. Listen, are you okay? I'm sorry.

RIGGS:
I'm all thumbs! He fell down!

Let me help you.

I said, don't hit him!

RIGGS:
Is she fired?

DIRECTOR:
Yes, she's fired!

RIGGS:
Is she fired?

DIRECTOR:
No, no.

ROGER:
It's okay.

RIGGS:
Does she get a raise?

DIRECTOR:
Yes! I said, "yes"!

RIGGS:
Good.

RIGGS:
Rianne, I think you have

a new friend here.

We'd like you to come back.

[Applause and cheers from crew]

ROGER:
You can't settle every problem

with your fists.

- I couldn't use my gun with that crowd.

- Six more days.

Look, I don't want to hear that.

Did Rianne get her job back?

Did she get a raise?

I don't hear a "thank you."

Maybe I should become a Hollywood agent.

What do you think?

ROGER:
It won't work.

RIGGS:
Why?

ROGER:
You don't have that killer instinct.

RIGGS:
Son of a b*tch!

- We should've put a bag on the meter.

- I'll put it in the glove compartment.

I don't do that anymore.

Oh, yeah? Good man.

It's full. Put it in the back seat.

- You really like those things?

- These? They're good.

[Roger chuckles]

You can eat a box of them

and still be dying for a cigarette.

[Roger chuckles]

- Did you cut yourself shaving?

- Yeah.

RIGGS:
Old razor?

Old face.

You're letting this retirement thing

get you down.

Spend a few more years

to get used to the idea. Why quit?

- I've got plans for my retirement.

- Oh, yeah, plans.

- I do. Big plans.

- Big plans?

- I've had them for a long time.

- Like what?

Like...

- Things, man!

- Things!

Things!

Things that I've put off.

Oh, those things. I've got those, too.

I see you've given this a lot of thought.

[Roger sighs]

Yeah.

I've given it a lot of thought.

[Gunshot]

[Deep sigh]

RIGGS:
[Yells] Goddamn it!

COP:
What's going on?

RIGGS:
I'm pissed off. You need a reason?

COP:
I thought I heard gunfire.

RIGGS:
Get your hearing checked!

Put that away!

What're you looking at?

Hey, man. Peace.

[Thunderous gun blasts]

COP 1:
Why'd you call us down here?

RIGGS:
How're you doing, son?

RIGGS:
Does your mother

know you're here?

RIGGS:
Did you do this?

COP 2:
Nice shooting.

Better than Billy the Kid.

Diaper rash makes you cranky.

Give it to your mom.

Maybe she'll stick it on the refrigerator.

- Can I borrow your glasses?

- Yeah.

RIGGS:
Who's wearing?

Roger, you are.

Why me? You guys should be wearing.

SQUAD MEMBER:

Mr. Murtaugh, let me assist you.

I don't need help.

I've been dressing myself since I was 30.

- Okay, man, just trying to help.

- Get back.

All you perverts, turn your heads.

COP 3:
Take it off, baby!

ROGER:
Hold this shirt.

SQUAD MEMBER:
You're wearing a girdle!

- He's got a girdle!

- This is not a girdle.

ROGER:
This is not a girdle. It's my back!

My back went out on me.

I hurt my back this morning lifting weights.

What're you talking about?

RIGGS:
I saw him do it.

Everybody, listen up.

I want you all to look at

these... Iovely bullets.

Cute.

Notice the smooth jacket.

Pay particular attention to the tip.

Now you've all seen these vests

stop a.357 magnum bullet.

ALL:
Yeah.

RIGGS:
Okay.

Observe.

[Gun blast]

[Gun chamber clicks]

[Pulley mechanism hums]

RIGGS:
Son of a b*tch!

COP 1:
Armor-piercing bullets?

RIGGS:
Yeah, cop killers.

Those bullets came from the gun

of a suspect we arrested yesterday.

They're out there on the streets.

Vests are optional, boys and girls.

Especially boys.

See you, Riggs.

ROGER:
Cop killers.

[Whispers] Son of a b*tch.

I think we should talk to Billy Phelps.

I'll have him brought in for interrogation.

I'm here to talk to Billy Phelps.

- Can I see your ID, please?

- Sure.

William Phelps, armored car suspect.

He's been moved to Interrogation.

- Do you know where that is?

- Sure. I've been there a lot.

ROGER:
Same floor.

[Whispers] I guess now you're retiring,

that Swiss bank account...

...will come in pretty handy.

How much you got in there, a million?

Million and a half?

ROGER:
Five.

RIGGS:
Five?

Well, you deserve it.

It's better than those

miserable drug dealers getting it.

What're you talking about?

Don't sweat it. You laundered it,

didn't you? They can't trace it.

RIGGS:
They can't trace it.

ROGER:
What?

So long as I get an invite

to Casa de Murtaugh, I'm happy.

Casa what?

- I've never been to Portugal.

- Stop joking.

She's a cop!

I know she's a cop.

She's probably on the take, too.

The whole Force is bent.

RIGGS:
She may be wearing a skirt,

but we're all brothers.

You know I have nothing.

I ain't been to Portugal.

RIGGS:
Listen to me.

LORNA:
[Whispers] Son of a b*tch.

OFFICER:
How're you doing?

LORNA:
Fine.

OFFICER:
Who is it today?

RIGGS & LORNA:
Billy Phelps.

Who're you?

Fly me. I'm your friendly

Portuguese airline.

She's Infernal Affairs, Rog.

LORNA:
How'd you know?

I took the liberty

of looking at your file folder.

Lorna Cole.

- And you're Sergeant Murtaugh.

- I used to be.

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