Lethal Weapon 3 Page #4

ROGER:
I thought you quit.

RIGGS:
I did.

ROGER:
You'll stink up the house.

Don't smoke.

RIGGS:
I'm itching to.

ROGER:
Here.

Chew on these.

LEO:
I have to tell you this. It's the law.

It's called "full disclosure."

Anything else you want to disclose

before we go on?

Now that you mention it, the bathroom

has been completely remodeled...

...due to unexpected bomb damage.

LEO:
Hey, come on. It's okay.

Son of a b*tch!

RIGGS:
Don't, don't.

You'll never sell the house.

Okay, okay. We saw enough

of the kitchen.

LEO:
I'll show you the upstairs. Wait till

you see it. It's beautiful. You'll love it.

[Tires screech]

ROGER:
They're gone. Leo Getz,

I'm going to kill him!

Son of a b*tch! I'm going to kill him!

You have to let me, Riggs!

They weren't going to buy it anyway!

- You scared them away!

- They couldn't afford to buy it!

- Oh, I see.

- Okay, relax.

I had to tell them everything.

It's the law. "Full disclosure."

LEO:
You must have heard of it?

ROGER:
I'm a cop! I'm the law!

RIGGS:
Get off me! What is it with you?

LEO:
Hold it!

Okay, okay.

At least he didn't tell them

about the nail-gun incident.

I forgot. Did you have a permit

when you built over the garage?

Permit?

Hold it! Leo's here. I'll take care of it.

I'll make some calls.

We'll get some back-dated permits.

LEO:
Which phone can I use?

ROGER:
Sunroom.

ROGER:
It must be easier than this.

LEO:
Count on Leo Getz.

You need less aggravation.

Come to work with me.

Thank you, Leo! Son of a b*tch!

Stop fronting yourself. You know?

Swing with me and my crew.

[Rap music playing in car]

DARRYL:
Forget school.

Here comes your pops.

NICK:
Later.

DARRYL:
All right, gotcha.

NICK:
Next time.

NEIGHBOR:
'Morning, Rog.

ROGER:
How're you doing?

Hey, Nick.

- Wasn't that Darryl?

- Yeah.

I haven't seen him around in a while.

He dropped out of high school.

Those are pretty gang colors he's wearing.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, Nick?

Yeah, Dad?

Be good.

Word.

"Word," Nick.

Word.

"Word," Riggs.

"Word," Rog.

ROGER:
What are we talking about?

RIGGS:
"Word."

Four letters. Starts with a "W",

"O" in the middle, "D" at the end.

ROGER:
Oh, yeah, that word.

ROGER:
"Word."

JACK:
Tyrone, my man, how are you?

TYRONE:
Jack, how's it going?

JACK:
Let's take a walk.

TYRONE:
Wait here for me.

JACK:
Look around. This is my dream

and it's all coming true.

TYRONE:
You sank your money into this,

out here in the middle of the desert?

JACK:
Know why it'll be a gold mine?

TYRONE:
Do tell.

Because no one wants to live

next door to a menace like you.

I came to do business,

not to be insulted by you.

Relax, Tyrone.

Like houses, friendships need

strong foundations.

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