Lethal Weapon Page #6

MURTAUGH:

Happy birthday to me ...

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15 INT. CAR - DAY 15

Sergeant Martin Riggs is driving. He looks like he

hasn't slept. He certainly hasn't shaved. The DISPATCH

RADIO SQUAWKS. He turns down the MUSIC from the car

radio and hears:

DISPATCHER (V.0.)

All units in the vicinity and

Fourteen X-ray thirty-one,

shooting in progress at Venice

Beach, Washington and Navy.

Three victims down, PA en route

Fourteen X-ray thirty-one, handle

code three.

Riggs hits the gas pedal and PEELS OUT.

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16 EXT. CENTURY CITY PARKING LOT -MORNING 16

The sky threatens rain.

awakens.

Cars buzz by as the city

A section of the parking lot is cordoned off by yellow

streamers which read: POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS, and

as we watch, a black and white patrol car pulls up,

admitting two beat COPS and a young hooker. Her name

is DIXIE, and she is not happy.

DIXIE:

Can I stay in the car?

No.

COP #1

DIXIE:

Aw, cut me a break. I

already:
she came out

balcony -told

youon the

COP #1

(points)

That balcony ... ?

DIXIE:

-- No, the Chandler f***ing

Pavillion, of course that f***ing

balcony, and then slie jumped, and

then I puked in a trash can. Can

I go now?

COP #1

Not 'til you talk to the Sarge.

Terrific.

DIXIEWhere the hell is he?

17 INT. MURTAUGH'S CAR 17

The sarge drives up and gets out. A BEAT COP Toes by.

BEAT COP:

Happy 50th, Rog.

F*** you.

MURTAUGH:

He crosses to the two Cops and Dixie.

Hey,

COP #2Sarge.

MURTAUGH:

'Morning, Phil. Get some rain,

looks like.

(beat)

Hey, Dixie. Nice threads.

DIXIE:

Hey, Murtaugh. Tell these bozos

to lay Off.

MURTAUGH:

You. Bozos. Lay off.

COP #1

Had a jumper last night, Sarge.

Dixie here was walking by, saw

the whole thing.

MURTAUGH:

You got a statement? Send her

home.

DIXIE:

Thanks, Rog. I'm beat, you know

how it is.

MURTAUGH:

Sure.

(points to her

outfit)

All dressed up and no one to blow.

DIXIE:

You're hilarious.

She exits. Cop #2 escorts Murtaugh across the parking

lot.

COP #2

Nice wholesome girl. She got a

new job, you know.

MURTAUGH:

What's that?

COP #2

County ceiling inspector.

(beat)

So. Fifty years old, huh?

MURTAUGH:

Eat me.

They stop next to the Porsche. Murtaugh grimaces.

COP #2

Name is Amanda Lloyd, age twentytwo,

prostitute, one arrest, no

convictions. Born Tennessee,

parents -MURTAUGH

What was the name?

COP #2.

Lloyd. Amanda Lloyd.

her ... ?

You know

Murtaugh looks stunned. He speaks very slowly:

MURTAUGH:

I knew her dad.

COP #2

Jesus.

(an awkward pause)

Vehicle is registered to her. She

landed right on top of her own car.

MURTAUGH:

Find out who bought it for her.

Her sugar daddy.

COP #2

Take some looking into.

So look.

MURTAUGH:

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18 OMITTED

19 INT. AMANDA LLOYD'S APARTMENT - DAY 19

Murtaugh stares at the photograph we saw earlier. The

two soldiers. One, we can assume, is Dick Lloyd. The

other is Murtaugh. Younger, trimmer. He speaks into

the phone.

MURTAUGH:

Hello, honey ... ? Give me the

number for Dick Lloyd. What ... ?

Yes, the man who called me this

morning. His daughter just took

a dive out a window.

19A EXT. CHRISTMAS TREE LOT -DAY 19A

Martin Riggs and three lot employees are gathered around

the liftgate of a truck bearing a load of Christmas trees.

The truck shields them from the view of customers picking

out trees in the lot.

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