Lethal Weapon 3 Page #9

Point to it.

- Here.

- It must be itchy.

It is itchy. These doctors are savages.

Where does it say that a gunshot wound

requires a rectal exam?

LEO:
Huh? Huh?

Yeah. With a telescope

big enough to see Venus.

I guess all they saw was Uranus.

That's great. Thank you.

LEO:
You know what I say?

They f*** you in the hospital.

First they drug you, then they f*** you!

When they're done...

...the insurance company comes

and fucks you some more!

$10 for a f***ing aspirin

and it isn't even covered!

That's enough!

We're trying to work here.

So, what's new on our case?

Anything new? You got Travis yet?

Did you guys advertise?

- He's family.

- Who's she?

- Sergeant Cole.

- How are you? Leo Getz.

Anything you need, Leo gets. Get it?

- I get it.

- It's real estate, now...

Listen, come on, you guys,

give me a break.

I owe this guy one.

Give me something to do.

You can get us a cup of coffee.

That's great. I take one for you

and that's what you tell me?

RIGGS:
He could check this out.

LEO:
That's all I'm good for?

We've got something for you to do.

Check out Mesa Verde Construction.

Find out all the information you can.

- Sure, I can do this.

- Can you remember that name?

Mesa Verde, I got it.

Wait, wait. What are you doing?

If there's any sh*t there, he'll find it.

LORNA:
Who is that guy?

RIGGS:
It's a long story.

Here are your keys, Captain.

You motherf***er!

- Don't be stupid.

- What the f***?

Take the elevator, get the other guys.

Keys. Give me those f***ing hands.

Goddamn you, Travis. F***.

Stand there.

I can get faster results than

that real estate broker.

RIGGS:
Leo's not just a real estate broker.

ROGER:
He's a pain in the ass

with a lot of connections.

JACK:
This is what we came for.

Load everything on the elevator.

- How'd you know where to find them?

- We got it all, Jack.

The world of computers, Murph...

You used to be one of us, for Christ's sake.

You know what future a cop has? None.

Punch a clock for 30 years. Retirement.

Pension.

Nothing to do.

Drunk at noon, bullet in the brain

by evening. Not for this kid.

Police Department's got it all:

Guns, ammo, drugs, cash.

It's a one-stop shopping center

if you got the balls and the brains.

Not a thing anybody can do about it.

You're already f***ing history

and you know it.

Sorry. I'm just getting started.

Something's wrong here.

The program's been accessed

by somebody from the outside.

What's been accessed?

After the guns were stolen, Internal Affairs

moved the confiscated ammunition.

Armor-piercing bullets?

Thousands of rounds

to a more secure location.

- That's what's been accessed.

- Someone else knows.

Where's this store? Where'd they move it?

LORNA:
Let's go.

LORNA:
I'm not cut out for Internal Affairs.

RIGGS:
That's a switch.

LORNA:
Right here in the building.

RIGGS:
Where?

LORNA:
I'm showing you.

COP:
Something going down?

RIGGS:
Nothing's going down.

COP:
I'm going with you.

- How old are you?

- Twenty-two today.

Come on.

Have you got protection?

- Right here in my wallet.

- No, your vest, you dummy!

Should we take him?

- Okay, but keep your head down.

- Stay behind me.

RIGGS:
Come on, let's go. Quiet!

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

JACK:
You were my ticket in.

JACK:
It's too bad

you won't be coming with me.

LORNA:
They got it all.

RIGGS:
He's dead.

LORNA:
How'd they get it out of here?

ROGER:
I don't know.

RIGGS:
Not upstairs.

ROGER:
Elevator!

ROGER:
Sh*t. It's down.

RIGGS:
The subway's down there.

RIGGS:
Let's take the stairs.

COP:
LA has subways?

RIGGS:
Where've you been?

ROGER:
Read something

besides the comics.

JACK:
All right. Come on, let's hustle!

Hurry up, guys.

[Clanking]

[Running footsteps]

LAPD! Come here!

RIGGS:
Come here! Step on it!

Son of a b*tch.

Did you see anybody or anything strange?

MAN:
Lots of cops and a bunch of boxes.

RIGGS:
Split now. Just get out of here.

RIGGS:
I'm going across.

LORNA:
I got it.

[Rapid gunfire]

JACK:
Get rid of Murphy, now!

JACK:
Where the f*** do you think

you're going? Let's go.

[Grunting]

[Roger gasping]

[Groaning and grunting]

[Crackling, man screaming]

JACK:
Let's get out of here!

RIGGS:
Cover me!

[Rapid gunfire]

[Cop screams and groans]

JACK:
Let's go!

Stay still.

Happy birthday, kid.

[Rapid gunfire]

Another baby.

ROGER:
Is he dead? Check the body.

MURPHY:
Get me out of here!

Hey, Riggs! Hey, Riggs!

ROGER:
Riggs!

Stupid son of a b*tch!

[Running footsteps]

[Truck engine rumbling]

[Crackling]

Stop that!

Cut it out!

- Don't shoot!

- LAPD!

Where does this lead?

- Pico Station.

- Thanks.

MAN:
Not that way.

Take the stairs, it's faster.

[Clanking]

[Dramatic instrumental music, background]

MAN:
Ow!

RIGGS:
Gangway!

[Subway rumbling]

Get out of the way!

DRIVER:
Holy sh*t!

Son of a b*tch!

Police!

[Honking, sirens blaring]

[Tires squealing]

Step on it! There he is!

[Gunshots]

Goddamn!

Put your foot down!

[Tires squealing]

[Cars honking]

Police!

RIGGS:
I need your bike.

This is bullshit!

RIGGS:
Sergeant Riggs, call it in.

I need a couple of clips, too.

[Motorcycle engine revs]

[Sirens blaring]

[Tires squealing]

Okay, we lost him.

[Sirens blaring]

Where's Riggs?

Keep me in touch

with the motorcycle pursuit.

THUG:
Sh*t!

JACK:
Take a right, now!

Take a right! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

JACK:
Take a right! No, left!

[Sirens blaring]

[Truck honking, tires screeching]

[Cars honking]

ROGER:
This is 6-William-6,

this is 6-William-6.

I'm at the freeway construction site.

Where's Riggs? I'm here. Where's Riggs?

Come back to me, Central.

Where the hell is Riggs?

Take a left here! Get off!

JACK:
Get off the freeway!

Stop! Hold it!

JACK:
Sh*t!

Hang on!

[Gunshots]

Where is the pursuit?

[Riggs groans]

Sh*t!

[Riggs screaming]

[Thunderous explosion]

[Fire roaring]

Riggs!

ROGER:
Relax, Riggs.

Relax?

Riggs! Riggs!

[Yells] Sh*t!

ROGER:
Riggs... Riggs!

ROGER:
Riggs.

ROGER:
Just get back! Get back!

Riggs, talk to me.

Riggs, you're alive.

Don't move. Don't move!

Just get back!

Are you all right?

RIGGS:
Don't touch me!

ROGER:
Okay, okay! I'm not touching you!

RIGGS:
Don't touch me! Don't!

[Riggs groans]

RIGGS:
Don't touch me!

ROGER:
I won't touch you!

[Sobbing]

- Are you okay now?

- I'm pissed now. Now I'm pissed.

ROGER:
Now what?

RIGGS:
That bastard!

RIGGS:
He's done it twice now. Damn!

Son of a gun, I'll suck his eyes

down through his nose.

Twice he got away.

Nobody gets away from me.

ROGER:
Just relax.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

[Sirens blaring]

- I'm having that!

- You quit!

I ran out of biscuits, okay?

Give me a break.

RIGGS:
Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

ROGER:
Perfect.

What'd I miss? What'd I miss?

RIGGS:
What are you doing here?

LEO:
Great car chase.

- Great chase!

- What are you doing here?

- How'd you find us?

- Police scanner.

What are you doing with a police scanner?

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