Lethal Weapon 3 Page #5

[Thud]

[Silenced gunshot]

JACK:
F***ing weasel!

REFEREE:
What the hell's going on here?

RIGGS:
I'm LAPD! LAPD!

REFEREE:
I don't care!

You can't be on the ice!

ROGER:
I got him!

You're all right, pal. Stay calm.

LEO:
Make sure you tell my mother!

Where'd he go?

Down there!

Son of a... b*tch!

He thinks I don't know I'm dying.

I know it.

ROGER:
You'll be okay.

LEO:
I'm dying, Roger.

I'm choking, see?

This is what they do when they die.

ROGER:
Leo, it's going to be okay.

My body's numb! I can't feel it!

I'm going to die, I know it! What?

You're lying on the ice.

LEO:
That's why I'm cold?

ROGER:
That's why you're cold.

- That's why I'm numb?

- That's why you're numb.

But he shot me. Look at all the blood.

ROGER:
It's just a flesh wound.

LEO:
So it's okay.

He's okay, he's okay!

He's going to make it! He's alive!

[Crowd cheers]

DOCTOR:
Bring him this way.

LEO:
I can't believe this.

LEO:
I can't believe I got shot.

DOCTOR:
Calm down.

Riggs, are you here?

We're all the same now. We all got shot.

DOCTOR:
You'll be fine.

Relax.

I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me.

I can take this.

DOCTOR:
Just calm down.

We'll take care of it. Aah!

DOCTOR:
You'll be out of here tonight.

It's no big deal.

This isn't a good idea.

You shouldn't rush this, Doc.

RIGGS:
You should rest up.

A dum-dum wound can be serious.

What's a "dum-dum wound"?

You don't know? A guy on the Force

got his thumb shot off by a dum-dum.

From the shock,

he was dead two days later.

Dead two days later?

LEO:
He died from dum-dums?

DOCTOR:
We'll keep you overnight.

ROGER:
Make it two.

Two days?

Okay, we'll keep him two days.

Is that Leo's chart?

DOCTOR:
Two days,

then you'll be as good as new.

LEO:
I should be with them.

I should be with... Ow, ow!

How do you spell, "proctological"?

ROGER:
Rectal exam?

- No, you can't do that to Leo.

- Sure, we can.

Why's she...

Please, Mr. Getz.

DOCTOR:
You've been shot in the arm?

Let her take it. You'll get it back.

DOCTOR:
There's a clock in your room.

Does this look like a "dum-dum wound"?

RIGGS:
It sounded like one

when it happened.

LEO:
Sh*t.

RIGGS:
Take it easy. Two days.

DOCTOR:
Two days and you'll be out.

No problem.

LEO:
I'll see you guys.

RIGGS:
We won't make a move

without you.

I thought that bullet sounded different.

DOCTOR:
Relax.

They'll be there when you get out.

LEO:
I'm fine.

LEO:
You own your house, Doc?

DOCTOR:
What?

- You don't recognize my face?

- No, sir.

Watch.

RIGGS:
It's about time. These doggy treats

are okay, but I need some human food.

ROGER:
Don't worry. I'll make you

the best thing you've ever had.

RIGGS:
Good.

ROGER:
You ever eat

one of my hamburgers?

RIGGS:
I've been lucky so far.

ROGER:
Fast Eddie!

ROGER:
How's business?

EDDIE:
Booming. Can't you tell?

ROGER:
Yeah, I'm looking at it.

Did you meet my partner?

I want to cook one

of those monster burgers for him.

EDDIE:
Go for it.

ROGER:
All right.

RIGGS:
You'll let him cook?

EDDIE:
Do I have a choice?

ROGER:
No, because it's Wednesday.

RIGGS:
He's too big to argue with.

In that case, give me a MacRog.

RIGGS:
Hold the hair.

Did you wash your hands?

Keep joking. But I guarantee

you're gonna like this burger...

...and you're gonna come back

with your friends.

I haven't got any friends,

you know that, except you.

ROGER:
He's a comedian in his spare time.

When is he gonna say something funny?

Are you gonna put that out?

RIGGS:
You're finished with it, yeah?

Do you mind? Thanks.

Sorry. I was just looking at it.

Chew on this onion.

He's quitting, so help him.

I was only looking at it.

ROGER:
The first thing is the fat.

ROGER:
Everyone says, "Cut the fat."

My uncle said, "You cut the fat,

you kill the burger." Right?

EDDIE:
Yeah.

ROGER:
There's an art to it.

You just can't plop this on the grill.

ROGER:
Gently coax the flavors out.

Yo, hey, what's the problem?

ROGER:
A little pepper,

then you massage it a little bit.

Just a little bit.

[Sings] "Sweet, sweet meat"

Sh*t, man, feel it.

Okay, guys!

RIGGS:
LAPD. Let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands! Get them up!

RIGGS:
In the car! Get them up there!

Let me see both of them! Come on!

[Multiple gunshots]

Hey, Riggs!

[Gunshots]

[Tires screech]

[Riggs groans]

Riggs!

ROGER:
Don't you love me? For five days!

[Bang]

Don't do that to me!

ROGER:
Riggs, are you okay?

RIGGS:
Yeah.

Who did it?

ROGER:
All right, a**hole!

I want to see your hands, right now!

[Multiple gunshots]

Back me up, Riggs!

ROGER:
Darryl?

F***, no!

F***, no!

Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance! Breathe!

ROGER:
Please, breathe!

Breathe!

Call an ambulance!

Come on! Breathe! Oh, God!

F***, it's Darryl!

Oh, God, don't do this to me! Breathe!

RIGGS:
He's dead.

ROGER:
Breathe! Breathe!

ROGER:
God, don't do this!

RIGGS:
He's dead.

RIGGS:
He's dead! Rog, he's dead!

He's dead, Rog!

Don't mess with the corpse.

He's dead. Come on, man,

it was a clean shoot.

It's okay, it was a clean shoot.

He was gonna do you

and he was gonna do me.

It's okay. Are you okay?

It's not okay.

I know that kid.

I know that kid.

ROGER:
He's Nick's friend.

[Phone rings]

NICK:
I got it, Mom.

TRISH:
I'll get it.

Hello?

Hi, Martin.

He's not here.

[Whispers] Oh, my God!

Thanks.

[Car screeches to a halt]

F***!

[Tires screech]

RIGGS:
How're you doing?

Taking your vitamins?

MURPHY:
Riggs, how's Murtaugh?

RIGGS:
He's good. He's fine.

- I'm sure he's anything but fine.

- Really, he's okay.

- I'd really like to talk to him.

- That's not such a good idea.

The best thing to do is to leave him alone.

Let's get something for your cold.

DOCTOR:
I know what I'm talking about.

LORNA:
We have to talk.

RIGGS:
Talking to you is bad for my image.

LORNA:
I'm afraid I insist.

RIGGS:
Oh, you insist?

In that case, let's find someplace private.

Step into my orifice.

RIGGS:
Hey, Becker, how's it hanging?

BECKER:
Hey, Riggs.

BECKER:
Clip any wrong wires lately?

RIGGS:
I haven't done that

for a couple days.

Next time, wait for the bomb squad.

BECKER:
Yeah, it's our job.

I'll remember that.

We saved a cat, though.

Great. I love cats.

RIGGS:
Go ahead, talk. I'm listening.

You purposefully withheld information

concerning a case under my investigation.

Damn right, I did.

BECKER:
Careful, she's Internal Affairs.

You had a tip on Travis.

You should have shared it with me.

No, I take that back.

You were required to share it with me.

I was "required" to share it with you?

I don't have to share sh*t with you.

School yard rules: If you don't scratch

my back, I don't throw you...

LORNA:
Oh, come on, Riggs.

I can't do that!

RIGGS:
Yes, you can!

Why don't you cut out

this classified bullshit!

Right now! It's giving me the shits!

We're cops. You're a cop, I'm a cop.

We're both on the same side, right?

RIGGS:
Right?

LORNA:
Right!

Good! Why don't we start to act like it.

There are kids out there. Babies. No

brains, but they got automatic weapons.

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