Lethal Weapon 3 Page #7

Be gentle with me.

I see this isn't virgin territory.

What is this? A knife?

That's an ax.

Some guy mistook my head for a log.

- That's a natural mistake.

- What, I have a wooden head?

- Look at that.

- A knife.

Knife? That's very nice.

This is all right.

That's pavement, dragged down Crenshaw.

That's great. Look at that texture.

Look at this.

Same thing. Third and Highland.

RIGGS:
Dragged for about half a block.

LORNA:
That's a good one.

Feel that texture. Cheese-grater time.

RIGGS:
Moving truck.

LORNA:
Moving truck?

Moving bullet.

RIGGS:
Moving bullet?

LORNA:
Here. This is the best.

It goes all the way through to the back.

RIGGS:
Right through?

You're lucky. Was it a.22?

It's a.38.

That's a.38? That's wimpy.

This is a.38.

Yours is bigger than mine?

I don't think so.

Maybe not, but look.

A whole family of.44s on the back.

RIGGS:
There they are.

LORNA:
That's impressive.

One hit my lung. I was breathing

blood bubbles. It was disgusting.

Blood bubbles. Okay.

RIGGS:
You got one?

Pump-action. 12-gauge.

LORNA:
Right down here. Went through.

RIGGS:
That must have hurt.

LORNA:
Right.

Not too close.

Riggs, if he were that close, I'd be dead.

I can beat it. I can beat it.

- I'll take your word for it.

- You gotta see this.

LORNA:
I believe you.

RIGGS:
This guy had a knife.

RIGGS:
You'll love it. He stuck it in my leg

and ran it around eight times.

LORNA:
I'll take your word for it.

RIGGS:
Look!

No, I said forget it.

This is a blue-ribbon event.

Forget it, Riggs.

You started this.

LORNA:
Yeah, I can end it.

RIGGS:
You know what?

You're a very poor loser.

I didn't lose.

RIGGS:
Yes, you did.

LORNA:
No, I didn't lose.

RIGGS:
You lost.

LORNA:
I conceded.

No, I conceded. There's a difference

between losing and conceding.

You conceded or you're conceited?

LORNA:
You think I'm conceited?

RIGGS:
Yeah.

Tell me you lost. Admit to it.

I'll get you a Band-Aid.

RIGGS:
Tell me you lost.

LORNA:
I said, "don't touch anything."

[Soft instrumental music, background]

You're going to smack

the sh*t out of me, right?

I can do better than that.

This could be a serious ethical breach here.

RIGGS:
I never made it

with another sergeant before.

Shut up, Riggs.

[Soft instrumental music, background]

[Dog whines]

[Riggs gasps]

Oh, damn, Riggs.

ROGER:
What do you want?

I just wanted to see how you were doing.

Who sent you? Trish?

You're doing pretty well.

Trish didn't send me.

Rianne came to see me.

She asked me to find you.

To your place?

Well, that's where I am.

- My daughter came to your trailer?

- Yeah.

- My daughter came to your trailer?

- Come on, she was worried.

Get off of my boat, Riggs!

- Come on.

- Get off my boat!

You're drunk.

That's something you should know about.

- This isn't going to do you any good.

- Give me that.

Give me that.

Roger, please don't do this.

You got three days until you retire.

This won't do you any good.

You self-righteous bastard! Give it...

Don't do this, okay? Please?

Give it to me, damn it.

What are you going to do now, shoot me?

There.

Take your finger out of my bottle.

Give me that gun.

The bottle's going sailing.

Son of a b*tch!

[Thud]

Not bad for an old man.

Are you finished?

No, I got another bottle in the galley

and I'm gonna get it.

No, you're not.

RIGGS:
Don't do this to yourself!

You gotta cut this out.

Oh, man, I'm sorry. Are you okay?

RIGGS:
Come on. Sit down.

ROGER:
You hit me.

RIGGS:
Cool it, will you?

Cut it out. Give it up, okay?

Go ahead.

Go ahead. Hit me again.

I don't want to hit you!

You think I like this sh*t?

Hit me again. You think I'm afraid of you?

- I know you're not.

- Of that kung-fu sh*t?

Please, Rog.

That kid was a killer, all right.

That wasn't a toy in his hand.

That was a machine pistol

with twin carbines and all the trimmings.

He would have drilled you...

...me, anybody that came along.

You had no choice.

It didn't happen to you. It happened to me.

It happened to me!

My God, I killed that kid!

ROGER:
I killed that boy.

You've killed a lot of people.

ROGER:
You've killed a f***ing

lot of people! You don't kill a baby!

You've got ice in your veins.

You don't kill a boy like Nick.

You selfish bastard!

You selfish bastard!

You're just thinking about yourself.

RIGGS:
What about me?

We're partners! We are partners.

What happens to you, happens to me.

After all the sh*t we've been through,

don't you get it?

RIGGS:
Don't you get it?

When you retire, you're not just

retiring you, you're retiring us.

RIGGS:
You're retiring us.

ROGER:
That's not my problem.

Yes, it is.

ROGER:
It's not my problem!

RIGGS:
You're the only family I've got!

I've got three beautiful kids.

I love them and they're yours!

Trish does my laundry.

I live in your icebox. I live in your life!

What am I going to do?

- I don't care.

- Yes, you do!

ROGER:
I don't care.

RIGGS:
Yes, you do!

ROGER:
[Screams] I don't care!

RIGGS:
[Yells] Yes, you do!

ROGER:
I don't care!

RIGGS:
You do so!

I don't care!

I don't care! I don't care!

I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

I had three days, and now this.

I'm sorry.

RIGGS:
That's all right.

ROGER:
No, I'm really sorry.

I didn't realize...

...that my retirement

was gonna screw you up.

Forget it. I haven't got any problems.

I was out of line saying that sh*t.

Look, man...

Riggs, look...

You know I love you.

You know I love you, Riggs.

And your problems are my problems.

Like you said, what happens to you...

...happens to me. So try me.

ROGER:
I'm here for you.

I haven't got any problems.

Yes, you do. We all have problems.

You help me...

...and I'm gonna help you.

I do have a little problem.

You don't want to hear it.

This is piddly sh*t.

Yes, I do. I want to hear it.

ROGER:
Tell me.

RIGGS:
This is ridiculous.

RIGGS:
You don't want to hear it.

ROGER:
I'm here. I'm here.

Well...

I think maybe I slept with someone

that I probably shouldn't have.

You son of a b*tch!

RIGGS:
Help me.

ROGER:
I ought to let you drown,

you traitor.

RIGGS:
Help me.

RIGGS:
Come on in.

What did you hit me for?

'Cause you slept with Rianne.

I did not.

ROGER:
Who did you sleep with?

RIGGS:
I slept with Sergeant Cole.

Sergeant Cole from Traffic?

No, not Sergeant Cole from Traffic.

Lorna. Sergeant Cole from Traffic

is her uncle.

ROGER:
Okay. That's okay.

RIGGS:
Oh, I don't know.

SHERIFF:
Sheriff's Department.

Sheriff...

We're LAPD.

SHERIFF:
What are you boys doing

down there?

RIGGS:
We're in the middle of a case.

ROGER:
Yeah.

Of Scotch.

SHERIFF:
Let's get out of here.

[Both chuckle]

ROGER:
Go with the grain.

NICK:
Huh?

ROGER:
I'll show you. Here.

You're going against the grain.

ROGER:
Like that.

NICK:
Okay.

Are you okay?

Darryl was my friend, Dad.

I know. I'm sorry, Son.

I hope you don't blame me.

I don't blame you, Dad.

NICK:
I blame Darryl.

What's this right here?

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