Lethal Weapon Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 110 min
- 1,316 Views
Sees the dog watching him with a beseeching expression.
Pitiful.
RIGGS:
Aw, sh*t.
He signals the dog.
RIGGS:
Awright. Move it. Let's go.
The COLLIE BARKS happily and dashes toward him through
the surf, kicking up sand and water.
As they shuffle off against the palm-lined skyline, we
hear, supered, Riggs' voice.
RIGGS (V.O.)
So. You live in the area? What's
your major ... ?
And so on as we ...
CUT TO:
2 OMITTED 2
thru thru
4D 4D
5 EXT. MURTAUGH'S HOUSE - PRE-DAWN 5
Palm trees cast shadows on the lawn. Toys, lots of them,
littered across the lawn. A Big Wheel, a G.I. Joe figure.
Christmas lights are strung across the eaves.
CUT TO:
6 INT. HOUSE - BATHROOM SAME 6
A real gun, a .38 Police Special, dangling in its holster
from the back of a chair. Next to it -- A real
badge, gleaming in the light. It identifies its owner
as LAPD Robbery/Homicide.
A birthday cake comes INTO FRAME. A set of matronly
hands places it directly in front of -
Seated in the bathtub. He groans, throws a towel over
himself, and mutters in mock indignation: Roger is
tough:
An old-fashioned fighter, wears his past like ascar. Piercing eyes; cynical. He is surrounded by his
family; wife and three children, names and ages as
follows:
TRISH: Roughly thirty-eight. She used to be astunner. NICK:
Ten years old. Precocious. CARRIE:Age seven. Eyes like saucers. Adorable. RIANNE:
Heartbreaker stuff, Seventeen. Takes your breath away
folks. The cake is a real beauty.
CARRIE:
Make a wish, Daddy.
RIANNE:
Go for it, Dad.
MURTAUGH:
(smiles)
Go for it, huh...? Okay, I'll
go for it.
He blows out the candles. Applause. His gaze lingers
on -- the cake. Or rather, the message scrawled atop it
in icing:
WELCOME TO THE BIG 50The presents arrive.
CUT TO:
9 EXT. SIMI VALLEY - MORNING 9
The scorched landscape stretches out beneath a latticework
of high-tension power lines. only scrub grass
grows here. Rusted railroad tracks wander into the distance,
and nestled beside them, like the last stop before
death -- sits a lonely trailer home. Battered TV
antenna. A dirt yard which houses a beat-up pickup
truck. Dead garden sprouting weeds. The ground begins
to tremble ... like an earthquake, RATTLING the POWER
POLES, as, without warning -- An express TRAIN BLASTS
BY CAMEPA and streaks past the trailer at seventy miles
an hour.
Now we are inside, the RUMBLING FAINTER ... And we are
looking at a tired, chiseled face. Etched with line and
shadow. Eyes closed, as the shadows from the speeding
train strobe across DETECTIVE SERGEANT MARTIN RIGGS.
Morning is not a good time for Riggs. The CLOCK RADIO
suddenly BLARES to life: "Silver Belllls ... It's
Christmas Tiiime in the City..." Riggs snaps awake
instantly. Alert. Tense. Face bathed in sweat.
11 ANOTHER ANGLE
He is not alone. In the doorway sits a thoroughly
loveable black Labrador. Sitting stock still. Star3.ng
at Riggs, watching him sleep. Tail going thump-thumpthump
on the carpet.
Riggs sits up. Stares at the dog.
RIGGS:
Sam, today is the first day ...
of the rest of my life.
He lights a cigarette.
Coughs and hacks.
Inhales.
The TRAIN THROBS by outside, rattling his skull ...
CUT TO:
12 INT. MURTAUGH HOME - SAME TIME 12
And it is a typical morning for Detective Roger Murtaugh.
Chaos. The TELEVISION BLARES. Young Carrie Murtaugh
wails like a banshee. Her brother Nick tells her to
shut up. Trish Murtaugh is burning eggs in the kitchen.
Roger Murtaugh enters then, fixing his tie. The following
dialogue is fast and furious, tossed over the shoulder
as Murtaugh scurries to and fro, getting dressed:
MURTAUGH:
Honey, what's this on my tie?
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Lethal Weapon" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 17 Apr. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/lethal_weapon_136>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In