Lethal Weapon 3 Page #4

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want with our collar?

We're taking over, thanks.

Nobody told us they were taking over.

Nobody has to tell you anything,

Patrolman.

I want to go and see the captain.

You want to see the captain?

Let's go see the captain.

LORNA:
And put on a vest.

RIGGS:
Oh, are you wearing one?

ROGER:
Just take it easy, man.

[Riggs sighs deeply]

[Elevator rings]

Hey, guys. Phelps, William.

Actually, his name's Billy.

OFFICER:
You, too?

OFFICER:
Popular guy today.

JACK:
Somebody with him?

No, not really.

He's down the hall to the right.

Want to sign in here, Sarge?

RIGGS:
Miss.

RIGGS:
What's Internal Affairs doing here?

MURPHY:
Don't start.

I just found out myself.

This is Herman Walters,

Chief of Intelligence.

You haven't met his daughter,

Lorna Doone.

LORNA:
Pleased to meet you.

The Phelps case has been transferred

to Internal Affairs.

RIGGS:
Why?

MURPHY:
I can't tell you.

WALTERS:
That's classified.

We busted our buns busting this guy.

We busted him.

Busted is right.

He spent the night in the hospital.

ROGER:
He didn't buckle up.

RIGGS:
We even cited him.

I know, I read your report.

LORNA:
Our cases have, unfortunately,

crossed paths here.

That's all I can say.

We'll take over from here.

Captain, what is she talking about here?

WALTERS:
That's classified.

ROGER:
No, I'm talking to him.

I'm telling you...

No, I said, "Captain."

I'm talking to the captain.

WALTERS:
That's classified!

ROGER:
I'm talking to him!

RIGGS:
That's bullshit!

MURPHY:
Riggs!

MURPHY:
Maybe these guys can contribute

something to this case?

From their records,

they only contribute mayhem and chaos.

No, I'm Chaos, he's Mayhem.

We're a double act.

What are we,

required reading or something?

As a matter of fact, you are.

It's a cross between Police Gazette

and Mad magazine.

RIGGS:
What's wrong with Mad?

LORNA:
Nothing, I used to read it...

You've got some taste.

...when I was 12.

Riggs, let's go.

ROGER:
We busted him,

we can talk to him.

WALTERS:
Captain.

MURPHY:
Riggs. Murtaugh.

MURPHY:
Get your asses back here.

You'll be needing these.

I'm reinstating both of you.

ROGER:
Don't you just love him?

RIGGS:
Yeah.

ROGER:
God!

You really are a beautiful man.

Just get rid of the blues.

MURPHY:
They don't go with your ponytail.

RIGGS:
Absolutely not.

RIGGS:
Yeah, right.

Get a haircut!

Of course, I won't.

WALTERS:
You've exceeded your authority,

Captain.

MURPHY:
That's not how I see it.

WALTERS:
That's how the chief will see it.

- Take it up with him.

- I think I will.

Catch up with them. We don't want this

screwed up with cowboy tactics.

Son of a b*tch.

Hi, Billy.

Jack!

Bye, Billy.

[Multiple silenced gunshots]

See you, Billy.

OFFICER:
Sergeant,

did you get what you need?

Not really. It's a dead issue, I'm afraid.

RIGGS:
How long has Phelps

been doing this?

LORNA:
Doing what?

RIGGS:
This armored-car thing.

I wouldn't know.

I'm not interested in armored cars.

I don't think she's telling us everything.

I think you're right.

Boy, these six days are going to be rough.

ROGER:
God, be good to me.

MURPHY:
Sh*t, son of a b*tch knew

there was a camera in the wall.

Damn it!

He didn't know there was one

in the interrogation room.

ROGER:
There isn't.

LORNA:
We installed them six months ago.

LORNA:
Every station.

MURPHY:
That's great.

Six months and we don't know about it?

This is the "police police," Captain.

"Police police." Very good. Can you say

that three times in a row, real fast?

RIGGS:
Why? Am I getting to you?

LORNA:
Are you trying to bait me?

I'm a master at it.

That figures.

Baiting master. Great, man,

try all the tricks.

Freeze that. Stop it.

MURPHY:
Jack Travis.

BOTH:
Who?

Lieutenant Jack Edward Travis.

He was one of us.

MURPHY:
Hell of a brutal cop.

He could beat a confession out of anyone.

A dirty cop.

LORNA:
I've never seen

so many suspensions...

... and reprimands and charges

of misconduct.

He's also as tough as they come.

What happened to him?

I don't know.

His partner and him were on a stakeout.

He went for coffee, never came back.

Looks like he's had

one cappuccino too many.

We'd better brief Walters.

LORNA:
Excuse me, cute stuff.

RIGGS:
That's harassment.

ROGER:
Cute stuff. That's you.

RIGGS:
Captain.

LORNA:
Boys, boys. Just the captain.

Your involvement in this case ended

when Phelps hit the floor.

Why don't you just go back

and beat your street?

LEO:
Now's the time to buy.

MURPHY:
Not now.

- Hey, Roger, Roger!

- Not now, Leo!

- Not now!

- We got to talk, babe, okay?

You're in trouble. You've got termites.

Termites?

- Oh, God!

- You're infested!

The only thing holding up your house

is the paint.

We should go.

Leo, could you get the place fumigated?

We should pull every file on this guy.

I know this guy.

Are you watching Geraldo?

RIGGS:
What?

LEO:
I know the guy.

RIGGS:
How do you know him?

LEO:
I've seen the guy before.

ROGER:
Where?

LEO:
I don't know. I recognize him...

His name is Jack Travis.

Does that ring a bell?

Hands off the clothes. Okay?

I'm thinking. Let me think.

It was a big party.

Someone brought a monkey

that knocked over the salad bar.

And this guy comes in

and introduces me to another guy...

...who wants a favor.

- I got it! I got it!

- What?

He's got it!

- I remember!

- You remember!

Don't do it. Don't let the earring fool you.

- We're back. We're back!

- Yeah. Yeah.

Listen, listen.

Can I have a gun this time?

[Echoing] No!

[Crash, ambient game noise]

[Scattered cheering, hollering]

Okay, this is it! These guys always

wanted me to do favors for them!

Like, some guys wanted broads,

another guy wanted Cuban cigars.

Your guy, hockey!

LEO:
The best seats in the house!

RIGGS:
Where're the seats?

ROGER:
Yeah?

Probably by the glass.

Does "needle in a haystack"

mean anything to you?

Why don't we spread out?

If we all take a different direction,

it'd be like old times.

Don't push, lady!

I'm on police business here!

Just take it easy!

[Referee's whistle blows]

[Organ playing sports anthem, background]

[Crowd yelling and cheering]

[Referee's whistle blows]

ANNOUNCER O VER LOUDSPEAKER:

Los Angeles penalty. Number 15.

Two minutes for high-sticking.

Time, 5:
15.

[Arena siren blares, crowd roars]

RIGGS O VER LOUDSPEAKER:

Mr. Jack Travis?

Mr. Jack Travis, this is the LAPD.

We know you're in here. We know

where you are. Just stay in your seat.

Don't be stupid.

I'll be there to escort you out in a minute.

There's a policeman at every exit,

so it's no use trying to run.

ROGER:
Smart son of a b*tch.

RIGGS:
Just stay where you are.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Play on, boys.

[Whistle blows, scattered applause]

FAN:
Come on, let's go!

Get out of my f***ing way!

Ooh, ooh! Riggs!

Roger!

Excuse me.

Riggs!

REFEREE:
You can't be on the ice!

[Thud]

I got him! I got him!

LEO:
You have the right...

You're under arrest!

[Referee's whistle blows]

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