Lethal Weapon 4 Page #2

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the snakeheads, the smugglers.

-They sell them as cheap labor.

-Sell them?

Like slaves.

These must be the lucky ones.

They'll claim asylum. Say they were

persecuted, like everybody else.

We'll send them packing.

Cost you and me a fortune.

What happened to,

"Bring me your tired, your poor...

...your wretched masses,

yearning to be free"?

Now it reads, "No vacancies. "

I guess your parents

were Native Americans.

They pop one every boatload.

Shows the rest what'll happen

if they run off.

He's nobody's slave now.

Don't coddle them, move them!

I see this barrel coming down.

Murtaugh didn't see it,

so I push him.

I knock him over.

We're in the water.

I pull because he can't swim.

I got to save him.

There's that kid.

What's his name? Bissel?

-It's a food.

-Burger!

No, Biscuits or something.

He always kisses my ass,

gives me coffee and sh*t.

Sergeant Riggs, Sergeant Murtaugh.

What are you doing here?

-That's a long story.

-You're all wet!

-You need a blanket?

-I'm fine.

-Somebody get this man a blanket now!

-Yes, sir!

-Get this body out of here.

-What do we got here?

Step back, step back.

Sh*t!

He's dead.

He's f***ing dead!

-Sh*t!

-What?

This is how he wanted

to come to America?

Was he in the killing section?

This guy's been shot four times!

At close range, like he was executed!

He was executed.

By the crew.

People get killed left, right

and center in this town!

Now we import victims?

Gangbangers kill each other,

no problem!

One of us gets shot,

occupational hazard!

But just a normal guy?

What did he ever do to anybody?!

-That ain't right.

-Easy, Biscuits.

You'll get an ulcer.

Settle down.

Blanket!

Sorry, Blankets.

Sorry, I'm losing my head.

I hate to see bad things

happen to good folk.

We'd stick around, Butler,

but you're in charge so...

You should take this, it's free.

You're all wet.

-Get some vapor rub on your chest.

-All right, Boogers.

Hey, get them out of here!

Get them out of here!

He takes the job kind of personally.

Yeah, he's pretty serious, I'd say.

Overzealous.

Jealous of who?

-I don't know. Who?

-You said he was jealous.

You just said...

I said he was zealous.

Full of zeal.

He's loud too.

-He's loud!

-What?

We better get up

before the sun's up.

I got something in the lifeboat.

That's okay,

I'll catch a squad ride.

I'm sorry about your boat.

-I'm sorry.

-Sh*t!

Suddenly, a big f***ing shark comes...

Can I say that?

You can say it, but we can't air it.

So this big darn shark comes along....

My Code 7.

-You were coming home last night.

-I'm sorry.

I had some bad Chinese.

You look a little banged up.

You look a little knocked up.

Are you okay?

You sure?

Easy, tiger!

There he goes again.

There she goes again.

You okay?

I'm better than Roger.

His boat sank.

-Boat sank?

-I had something to do with it.

No! No grease!

-Have some cookies.

-What happened?

Gunfights, explosions, sharks.

The usual.

Here, boy.

Thanks.

You were fishing.

Does trouble go looking for you?

It seems to know pretty much

where I am most of the time.

You finished the nursery.

Yeah, I did.

It's good for a girl or boy.

Cute, huh?

It's a dogfest!

Did you get the whole 1 01 ?

I know. I got a little

carried away with puppies.

Kid'll probably hate dogs.

You know, Lorna, we never

ever talked about marriage.

I figured you didn't want that.

You want to get married?

Well, no.

Me neither.

Breakfast?

Serve and Protect.

Since when do you read this smut?

It's not smut, it's Ebony Clark.

Trish gave it to me.

"Every fiber in his being

desired her.

He devoured her with his eyes. "

Can we try this thing

on page 1 96 sometime?

There's a good one on 1 68.

Maybe later.

Nothing comes between

a pregnant lady and a meal.

Have I ever

"made your womanhood reach peaks...

...to rival the Himalayas"?

-Foothills of Malibu, maybe.

-Not even a Teton?

-I don't think so.

-Thanks.

I thought I'd at least

rate the Rockies.

You know I'm kidding.

-You say that to make me feel better.

-No, I don't.

You know I'm playing.

I've been to plenty of

mountaintops with you.

It's just that I'm hungry.

When you have that kid,

we'll blow up Mount Saint Helens.

-I brought you a doughnut.

-Police food!

How did you know?

I dropped by lnternal Affairs yesterday.

How's the rat squad?

-I picked up something good.

-Some cheese?

I.A. got an anonymous tip.

The person said Roger's on the take.

No, he's not.

I know! It's probably

some jerk he put away.

But with new boats

and putting 2 kids through college...

...I thought you ought to know.

I actually tried to

persuade him to take money.

Stop it, Riggs!

I can't hear that! Nothing!

I won't say anything anymore.

I'm kidding.

-That's awful.

-I'm kidding.

Don't tell him I said it.

With his problems...

...he'll blow his top.

Just don't say anything.

What do you mean?

Like what?

-In general, problems.

-You mean something specific.

I got a nose for these things. What?

You're pushing me.

I don't want you to go there.

Get it off your chest.

You'll feel better.

I won't leave you alone

till you tell me.

Tell me.

I'll tell you!

Pregnancy destroyed my brain cells!

What? What?

I'm drooling. What?

Promise me you'll never

say a word about this ever.

-I swear, I swear.

-Right hand!

I swear I won't, ever.

I promise. What?

You know how Roger is

about his daughter dating cops.

He'd kill them. So?

Rianne married one, her baby's father.

She's afraid to tell Roger.

They met, fell in love.

She got pregnant, they got hitched.

Nobody's telling Roger?

After the baby's born.

It's a package deal?

Take it or leave it?

-Does Trish know?

-She knows.

She doesn't know you know.

But Trish knows.

Who's the lucky soon-to-be-dead

son-in-law?

-Who?

-Sergeant Lee Butters.

This just gets better!

No wonder he sucks up to Rog.

Brings him apples,

blankets, coffee....

Not a word.

I'm telling you, nothing!

I won't tell. He'd shoot me

just for being the messenger.

He's my best friend. It'd be wrong

to mess with him. I won't.

Promise.

We don't have to discuss boys' names.

We're having a girl.

Okay. Piadora.

I like Piadora. That's sweet.

I love that name.

We're talking kids' names.

Has Rianne picked any out?

We don't want to double up.

Oscar for the boy,

Loreen if it's a girl.

I like Lee Butter.

Better! I like it better.

-Don't get me started.

-I like those names.

Captain wants to see us.

Trish'll be right down.

Have fun shopping for the baby.

Bye-bye, honey.

Who had the sleepover?

Just airing out camping gear.

-We're out of here.

-Something smells good.

Really good!

Trish has food on the stove.

We're out of here.

That smells like Chinese food.

Chinese food?

She's into Chinese cooking.

I got to taste this.

-I love Chinese food.

-Hold it! Please!

Please!

There's a Chinese person in the kitchen.

I saw him.

A couple of Chinese people.

Actually a whole family.

Large family.

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