Lethal Weapon 3 Page #8

[Roger laughs]

I love you, Dad.

I love you, Son.

[Somber rhythm and blues ballad,

background]

[Priest conducting funeral service]

PRIEST:
May he find the peace in Heaven

that eluded him on earth.

And may the scourge of violence...

... claiming the lives of our children

be lifted by Your grace...

... and infinite wisdom.

Amen.

[Baby crying, background]

Wait here.

ROGER:
Mrs. Smithers...

ROGER:
Ma'am?

ROGER:
I just don't know...

[Baby crying, background]

You want to do something,

Sergeant Murtaugh?

You find the man...

...that put the gun in my son's hand.

Take your mama to the car.

[Sighs deeply]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Who's got the gun?

RIGGS:
You got it.

ROGER:
Yeah.

[Banging]

[Roger grunting]

- Where did this gun come from?

- F*** you!

Ever heard of the word "genocide"?

Have you, stupid motherf***er?

Have you ever heard of genocide?

ROGER:
You fools are killing yourselves!

You're killing us!

I'm tired of it! I'm tired of it!

Motherf***er!

You'd better tell me where this come from

or I'll blow your head off!

I want to know, now!

Where did it come from?

[Roger grunts]

Do you see this gun? I want to know

where it came from! Now!

We're looking for your friend, Travis.

I've never heard of him.

RIGGS:
Wrong answer.

You're pulling on the wrong string.

That's not a very professional attitude.

Who the f*** are you guys?

RIGGS:
Sorry! LAPD.

We're just doing a few routine inquiries.

Have you been checked for lumps recently?

Give me my f***ing wallet!

ROGER:
Keep your hands down!

HUBY:
My f***ing wallet!

ROGER:
Get up. We don't need this!

We have a license that belongs to

Hubert Bartholomew Smith. Nice picture.

HUBY:
F*** you.

RIGGS:
Hey, there's a lady here.

What the hell's going on here?

RIGGS:
Maybe they know something.

LORNA:
I'll go find out.

RIGGS:
Want me to come with you?

LORNA:
No, I got it.

Maybe I should go with her.

No, I want you to see something.

She has a gift. Watch this.

Good morning, gentlemen.

LAPD. Got a few questions.

RIGGS:
Are you on parole?

HUBY:
I got a job!

RIGGS:
Who asked you?

Do any of you know a Mr. Travis?

You got a warrant?

No, but I can get one.

THUG:
Until you do...

...f*** off.

That's not a nice thing to say to a lady.

F*** you.

I don't think so.

Backspin kick.

[Lorna groans]

[Man screams]

Are you okay, honey?

Just great.

[Arm snaps, man wails]

[Crash]

RIGGS:
"Honey?"

LORNA:
How are you doing?

This guy's on parole.

LORNA:
This guy's an a**hole!

- Riggs, there's five of them!

- I know.

Look at that.

[Lorna grunts, glass shatters]

Grabbed his clusters!

Let me help her.

Stay still.

[Man bellows]

[Thud]

Hey! Ooh...

[Chuckles] My girl.

This PMS... is murder.

I know what you mean.

I've been married 25 years.

So, tell me about Travis.

I told you before, moron,

I don't know Jack Travis.

I didn't say his name was Jack.

You better start telling me

more than jackshit.

RIGGS:
Come on.

- Men cross the street when they see me.

- I didn't have enough time.

I'm not your enemy, Captain.

I'm just trying to do my job.

- Have you eaten?

- I already ate. I've gotta go downtown.

- What, do you eat alone?

- I'm used to it.

MURPHY:
It's bad for the digestion.

Tomorrow, you'll have lunch with me,

but I'm not paying.

[Sirens blaring in distance]

Are you all right?

Two fingers, Murph.

- Jack, what the f***?

- Get in the car. I'll tell you on the way.

ROGER:
After watching Lorna

handle herself so well...

...I'm changing my mind about kung fu.

Want to try it sometime?

- No.

- Come on.

You can't teach an old dog new tricks.

Old dog, my ass.

Let me try something. Watch this.

It's called a backspin kick.

RIGGS:
Pivot on the right,

kick with your left...

...and you whip that head around

to catch the target over there.

Like this. Get that head around

and follow through.

Like so.

So, you whip the head.

All right?

Thank you. Now you try it.

RIGGS:
Here's your target. All right?

Remember, pivot right, kick left,

get that head around, spot that target.

ROGER:
Like that.

RIGGS:
Yeah. Follow the head around.

RIGGS:
Back up a bit.

We don't want you to bump into the pole.

Just back up a little bit.

A little bit more. Okay, good.

Mind and body strong, now, grasshopper.

Okay.

Go.

[Hysterical laughter]

He can't hold his water.

Get back to work!

Okay, back to work everybody.

Oh, Rog, I'm sorry.

[Riggs laughing]

Sergeant Murtaugh?

You could be experiencing some

transitional anger caused by the shooting.

Do you want to talk about it?

- He's okay for a change.

- Are you sure?

You look good in red. That's your color.

- I've got a little extra time now.

- I'm fine.

Oh, sh*t!

Where's Sergeant Murtaugh?

RIGGS:
What?

ROGER:
It's her!

Can you tell me where I can find

the good-Iooking Sergeant Murtaugh?

DELORES:
Hi, skinny!

DELORES:
Delores. Remember me?

RIGGS:
I remember you.

Can you tell me where I can find

the lovely Sergeant Murtaugh?

Actually, he's cowering down

on all fours right behind this counter.

DELORES:
Where is the sergeant?

RIGGS:
He's not here right now.

RIGGS:
But he's talked of nothing

but you all week.

DELORES:
Shut my mouth.

RIGGS:
The man's on fire.

DELORES:
What's the matter, baby?

RIGGS:
A little sciatica.

DELORES:
You tell him Delores was here.

You tell that man...

...that he's the jam in my jellyroll.

I'll see you, baby, okay. Bye-bye.

See you.

RIGGS:
Delores says you're

"the jam in her jellyroll."

I heard!

RIGGS:
That's a lot of woman.

She calls me all the time. She leaves me

notes. What am I going to do?

You shouldn't have led her on.

Led her on? I didn't do anything.

Sergeant, we have got to talk.

DOCTOR:
You've got to come see me.

We've got to work. Come on. Let's go.

RIGGS:
Thanks anyway, for your concern.

ROGER:
Thanks, Doc.

ROGER:
You're a beauty.

RIGGS:
Coming?

ROGER:
A real beauty. I'm coming.

[Car engine humming]

Good afternoon, Captain.

JACK:
That's good, Murph.

See how easy that was?

[Tires squealing]

JACK:
I love it down here. Don't you?

This place is better than the swap meet.

Best bargains in town.

COP:
Give me the lock-up keys.

Those guys from the garage,

they're all ex-cons.

They were all busted by the same

police officer, Jack Edward Travis.

Early paroles on

the work-furlough program.

Employed by a company called

Mesa Verde Construction.

You can't go in there.

You don't have a pass.

- May I see your pass?

- My pass?

Here's my pass.

LEO:
I got shot in the line of duty.

ROGER:
He's with us.

- He's with us?

- I said that?

Where'd you get her from?

RIGGS:
Why aren't you in the hospital?

Don't mention the hospital.

I told you not to leave me there.

They tried to take my appendix out.

LEO:
They gave me a lapotomy.

- Brain surgery?

- A lapotomy.

Not a lobotomy.

Cut your hair so you can hear.

What's the difference?

The difference is, for a lapotomy,

they shave your nether regions.

Nether what?

Nether... I can't say it in front of her.

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