Lethal Weapon 4 Page #5

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No. I leave message.

What's your uncle do?

In China, he's artist.

An artist?

It's tough leaving home, huh?

In America...

...my children have chance

to make good life.

We want the best for our children.

And our grandchildren!

You believe

I'm a grandfather?

That's right! Little Ping!

You're a grandpa!

Where's the time go?

Don't know.

Have no watch.

You have no watch?

Here.

This is my pop's. Take it.

He got it when he retired

from the force.

No, I cannot!

I want you to have it.

It belonged to a good man.

It ought to belong to another good man.

Thank you so much...

...Roger.

Sh*t!

Hold him!

Push him off!

Get him!

What's wrong?

It's the shoulder.

It's an old injury.

I'll have to toss in the towel.

It happens periodically.

I was just getting going too.

You're lucky, kid.

-You're lucky he didn't kill you.

-You owe me a rematch!

-Anytime you want.

-I might even train for it.

Better bring your own paramedic too.

-I'll get ice for that shoulder.

-It's okay.

There's nothing wrong with my shoulder.

I was faking it.

Faking it?

Gomez was killing me out there.

I didn't have anything left.

I told you that kid was good.

He's good, but it's not all him.

I've been feeling it lately.

You know the other...

Like, on the ship

when that guy nailed me.

And yesterday I couldn't catch him.

I just thought,

I'm out of shape or something.

You know.

But it's more than that.

It's like,

I hate to say this but...

You're getting too old for this sh*t.

How about that?

Finally.

No, but I can't be.

I mean, I'm only....

-Jesus.

-Yeah, you're only.

Can't beat the clock, Riggs.

Murphy's right. We're dinosaurs.

What'll I do?

Accept it.

Like I do.

No. Bullshit!

I won't accept it.

I'll will it not to happen.

You're going to will it?

I'm not too old for this sh*t.

I'm not too old for this sh*t.

We're not too old for this sh*t.

We're not too old for this sh*t.

We're not too old for...

Say it like you believe it.

We're not too old for this sh*t.

I'm not going to buy

a hemorrhoid cushion.

I won't get corns!

I got corns!

I won't wear a suit!

What's wrong with wearing a suit?

How's it going, Captain?

Thanks a lot, guys.

Very funny!

That cop tried to strip-search me!

-You get his phone number?

-Funny.

Sugar-glazed with jelly.

Thanks, Leo.

-What happened? The scratches.

-A dog.

A dog catch you

drinking out of his bowl?

I'm working on

an important P.I. case.

Did the dog hire you?

No! The people that

lost the dog hired me.

Sounds like a big case.

It is a big case, Mr. Big Shot.

It's an expensive dog.

-A Bolshoi.

-Borzoi.

Whatever, whatever!

And you found it?

Sort of.

Listen to what happens.

Instead of going looking for the dog,

I went to the pound.

I take the dog home, dye him.

It looks exactly like their dog.

Dog was a real rat, though.

He scratched me.

But I got the job done.

Some kind of P.I. business you got.

Douche Ventura, pet infective.

It's grand theft.

With trickery, it's a felony.

It is?

You guys are always kidding.

I get it. Here comes

that touchy kid. I'm not here.

Putter!

The guy you chased in Chinatown?

His gun matched slugs

on the bodies on the boat.

He's your shooter.

Guy that got away from me.

He didn't get far.

They found him on a rooftop nearby.

Strangled.

And pigeons ate his eyeballs.

Cool.

Excuse me.

I hate these phones!

You get a call, they cut you off.

You make a call, they cut you off!

You know what they're doing?

They f*** you with cell phones.

They love when you get cut off.

You know why?

When you call back...

...they charge you for the first

minute again at that high rate.

If you're able to call back...

...because the 3-hour battery

you got only lasts 20 minutes.

If you're behind a hill, it goes....

Or you go through a tunnel.

And they keep making it smaller!

You know why?

So you can lose it.

So you buy more phones.

I never lost my mother's phone!

Take you two hours to make

a long-distance call.

I messed up! Hang up.

Got to do it again!

I never lost my

Sports Illustrated swimsuit phone.

And scanners! They get your

number and call all over the world!

Somebody took my number

and called Afghanistan!

I don't know what f***ing

Afghanistan look like.

Even if I did, I would not talk

to their Afghan ass for 3 hours!

I won't talk to my daddy for 3 hours!

They f*** you with the cell phones!

You know when you go to a drive-through?

Hold on.

Why am I talking...?

-Leo Getz, private investigator.

-Private investigator?

I wondered if you'd

investigate my privates.

Investigate what?

My privates, you stupid sh*t.

Shut the f*** up!

Very funny!

You're costing me money.

$3 to answer a call.

They f*** me, now you!

You're tough when on the phone.

Right!

Telephone tough guy.

Why are we talking on the phone?

Get out of here.

Go home!

What happened to your face?

"No" means no!

He'll like me, I can tell.

He'd be the first.

Whatever! Whatever!

You know, we should hire Leo.

Hire Leo?

He can follow Uncle Benny around.

-Benny'll see him.

-Yeah!

-He'll drive him nuts.

-Benny'll shoot him.

Let's hire him!

I smell like stale coffee.

Why do you care if I go home

and change shirts?

A coffee stain's not something

that'd bother me.

Look at the way you dress.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't have nifty suits like you.

Not many cops do.

What's that supposed to mean?

I've wondered,

where's the money coming from?

Where do you think?

-Where do you think?

-I don't know.

-It's none of my business.

-You don't know!

Trish gave me some money.

Money from my Aunt Anne, who died.

All right. Sorry.

Whose car is that?

I don't know.

It looks like a full house

for Lamaze class.

You know that car?

Here you go, Captains.

No charge for the ride.

-Rianne and Lorna are here.

-I'll put it on your account, Captain.

Hey, honey.

What's going on?

I came home to change my shirt...

Why are you here?

They took the Hongs.

Sh*t!

Drop it.

Girls, get out!

Look who we got here.

-Uncle Benny's friend.

-Hey, Bruce.

Nice pajamas.

Where are the Hongs?

Drop your guns.

-Drop them!

-Okay, take it easy.

Don't stand for that, honey.

Son of a b*tch!

Let the women go.

I can't breathe!

Son of a b*tch!

I'll be damned!

Thanks, kid!

Ping, cut us loose!

Cut me loose!

Go ahead, cut me.

It's all right.

You okay, honey?

I owe you one, kid.

-The keys to your car?

-They're in the car.

We need a radio.

We have to go.

How will we find them?

We got to catch them a**holes!

-3-William-56, this is Air 12.

-We need your eyes, guys.

Looking for a black Mercedes

and a black Continental.

Vicinity of Ladera at the 210 freeway.

Black Mercedes and black Continental?

Shouldn 't be hard

to find in this town.

Just give it a shot, will you?

-Be cooperative.

-That's a roger.

Will wonders never cease?

We've got 2 black Mercedes,

one heading east, one west.

Eastbound's on the Valley View ramp.

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