Lethal Weapon Page #2

RIGGS:

(chuckling)

Get this:
He wants me to beat

the sh*t out of you guys.

Everything stops. A cloud passes over the assembled

faces and a pin-dropping silence ensues.

Riggs, completely heedless, once again attends to the dog:

RIGGS:

What's that ... ? The one ... in the

middle... 'is a stupid fat duck'...

What ... ?

(listens again)

Oh ... Oh! A 'stupid fat f***!'

Right.

He looks up, shakes his head.

RIGGS:

Boy, this dog is pissed.

The one in the middle grabs Riggs by the collar.

Hoists him to his feet. Gulp.

Stands, staring down at Riggs, whose eyes are completely

neutral, like a snake's.

PUNK #1

Buddy, you're shortening your

life span.

He flicks open a mean-looking switchblade.

Riggs is dead meat.

So why then, does he choose this moment to execute a

Three Stooges' routine, consisting of nose tweak, eye

gouge, and rotating fist that bobs the dock worker on

the head... ?

He's nuts or something ...

Riggs steps back and adopts a neutral fighting stance.

The others begin to circle.

The DOG BARKS. Riggs turns to the dog, but his eyes never

leave his grinning attackers.

RIGGS:

(to the collie)

What's that ... ? You want me to

take the knife away... and break

his elbow... ?

Circling ...

Riggs, watching them, his eyes beginning to dance ...

Breathing slow and even...

RIGGS:

But that would be excruciatingly

painful ...

Something inside Riggs is gearing up ... the others can

perhaps sense it, their smiles falter a bit, they crouch,

combat-ready...

Riggs, eyes blazing ...

RIGGS:

And if I separated the fat one's

shoulder... he'd probably scream...

No doubt about it. We know from the look in Riggs' eyes

he's nuts. He wants the fight, badly, all four of them

at once ...

And then Punk #1 springs...

Big mistake.

Needless to say, mincemeat is made of the four meddlesome

dog-torturers.

The beach is littered with their writhing forms as Riggs

does, finally, what he set out to do:

Unties the dog.

Starts to go.

As he does, he pats his shirt ...

Pats his jeans ... Realizes his wallet has flown free

during the fracas.

Scoops to retrieve it from its resting place on the sand,

where it lies open, and as it lies open, yes, folks, that

is a badge we see.

Riggs, we realize, is an officer of the law.

He lights a cigarette and notices the collie, seated.

Frowns:

RIGGS:

Okay, skeezix. Go on. Get outta

here.

He begins to walk away. The dog remains close at his

heels. Following him.

RIGGS:

No, no. Don't follow me. I'm an

a**hole. Go away.

The dog sits obediently and Riggs walks away.

He can't help it, looks back over his shoulder...

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