Lethal Weapon
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40 EXT. UNMARKED POLICE CAR - DAY 40
Riggs and Murtaugh cruise through downtown Los Angeles. Riggs drives, while Murtaugh scowls. There is an awkward pause.
MURTAUGH
Turn right.
(beat)
So. They tell me you’re a good cop.
RIGGS
I try.
MURTAUGH
Heard about your little stunt yesterday. Pretty heroic stuff.
(as Riggs does
not reply)
File says you worked for the Phoenix Project in Vietnam, that right?
RIGGS
Yes.
MURTAUGH
Assassin stuff?
RIGGS
Maybe.
MURTAUGH
And they gave you the Congressional Medal of Honor.
RIGGS
It was a lean year.
MURTAUGH
It’s over, you know.
RIGGS
What is?
MURTAUGH
The war.
RIGGS
Yes. I know.
MURTAUGH
Just thought I’d remind you.
(beat)
Check out your piece?
works the slide, KA-CHIK
He reaches across the get Riggs’ gun. At which point
Riggs’ hand shoots out — and stops him cold.
RIGGS
Bad manners, man.
Riggs removes the gun himself. Steers with his knees. Drops the chambered bullet. Slips out the magazine, Hands the gun to ——————
RIGGS
Don’t hurt yourself.
Murtaugh hefts the weapon, turning it over in his hand: Beretta .9 millimeter. Smooth, well-oiled. Accurized.
Murtaugh frowns.
MURTAUGH
.9 millimeter Beretta. That’s some serious shit.
RIGGS
Military switched from Colt to Beretta in 1985. It’s a better piece. Wide ejection port, no
feed jams, no stovepipes.
MURTAUGH
What’s it take?
RIGGS
Fifteen in the mag, one up the pipe. You carry a wheelgun?
MURTAUGH
.38 Special.
RIGGS
Lot of old-timers carry that.
Murtaugh shoots him a look. Replaces the gun.
MURTAUGH
File says you’re registered with Newark P.D. as a lethal weapon.
RIGGS
File don’t lie. Look, friend, let’s cut the shit. We both know why I was transferred. Everyone thinks I’m suicidal, in which case I’m fucked and no one wants to work with me. Or they think I’m faking to draw a psycho pension, in which case I’m fucked and no one wants to work with me. Basically, I’m fucked.
MURTAUGH
Guess what?
RIGGS
What?
MURTAUGH
I don’t want to work with you.
RIGGS
Then don’t.
MURTAUGH
Ain’t got no choice. Damn. We’re both fucked.
RIGGS
Terrific.
As they speak, Riggs has pulled to a stop in front of a large downtown bank building.
MURTAUGH
(rubs his eyes)
I’m very old …
(sighs)
… God hates me, that’s what it is.
RIGGS
Hate him back. Works for me.
He lights a cigarette.
