Lethal Weapon 3 Page #2

Step up here, please.

- Me?

- Yes, you.

- What'd I do?

- Stand there.

Jaywalking. I saw you.

I'll have to cite you.

Jaywalking? Oh, Jesus, come on!

ROGER:
Should I radio for backup?

RIGGS:
Smart-ass.

Can you get the ticket book?

You're hassling me for...

RIGGS:
Shut up!

ROGER:
Yeah!

- Do you know how to fill one of these out?

- A long time ago.

ROGER:
I can't read it.

The print is too small without my glasses.

Can we speed this up?

You may have nothing to do, but I do.

No, we can't, so will you shut up?

RIGGS:
Jaywalking.

ROGER:
Ask for his license.

RIGGS:
License, for jaywalking?

ROGER:
Yeah.

I don't have it on me. I wasn't driving.

I was walking.

Do I need a walking license now?

RIGGS:
Let's just shoot him!

JAYWALKER:
Is he crazy?

I'm going to drill him!

We'll make it look like suicide!

RIGGS:
Get out of the way!

ROGER:
No, the video cameras!

I don't care! I'll drill him!

Get out of here, before he kills you!

ROGER:
Go that way! Not that way!

RIGGS:
This way! Over here!

RIGGS:
Run!

ROGER:
Now!

BOTH:
Run!

[Both laugh]

MAN:
Wait a minute!

You forgot to sign!

What was that?

MAN:
Wait a minute.

You forgot to sign the form.

Who're you?

MAN:
You're not the regular guy?

COURIER:
He's on vacation.

MAN:
On vacation?

Well, who the hell is that?

Get in the truck!

[Gunshot]

[Scattered screaming]

COURIER:
You f***ing prick!

[Tires screech]

ROGER:
Riggs!

DELORES:
Are you a cop?

Fourteen-sixty. Into pursuit.

Will continue transmission.

GUARD:
Call 911.

Okay, honey. Let me drive.

We're in pursuit.

DELORES:
I'm driving! Don't worry.

[Tires screech]

[Grunting, struggling sounds]

DELORES:
This fool picked the wrong time

to mess with the wrong lady.

Just stay close!

[Man groans]

[Bang]

Right behind you, baby!

DELORES:
Take a good look!

Delores the Road Warrior

is dead on your raggedy ass!

[Tires screech]

[Truck engine accelerates]

ROGER:
Ram him!

[Tires screech, car horns blare]

- Watch out, Riggs!

- Come on!

[Screams]

[Bang]

Are you married, sugar?

What? Yes, 24 years! 24 years!

Yeah, but is it working?

[Car horn wails]

- You can't get closer?

- I am! I'm getting closer.

Hold on, Riggs!

ROGER:
Hold on!

Hold on! Hold on! We got you!

DELORES:
Hold on!

DELORES:
I told you I could!

ROGER:
Closer!

RIGGS:
Get me up there!

ROGER:
Go!

I am! I am!

ROGER:
Back off!

[Delores screams, loud thud]

[Car screeches to a halt]

If he falls, don't hit him!

Don't worry, I've got something for you!

[Sings with a powerful voice]

[Continues bellowing]

[Bang]

[Car horns blaring]

[Tires screeching]

[Smack]

[Tires screeching]

Thanks for the interest, sugar,

but one thing at a time!

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