Lethal Weapon 3

Riggs, Homicide.

-Nobody's dead. -The night's young.

This is Sergeant Murtaugh.

-Threat or scare? -Real thing.

He saw the device.

It's on Level 1 , by the gas pumps. I wrote the license plate number.

That's okay, sir. Thanks a lot.

-You evacuated the building? -It's clean.

-Where's the bomb squad? -Coming.

Good. It's under control. Let's go.

I think we ought to check this out.

What?

-Bomb squad's coming. -There's no bomb!

-How do you know? -Because it's a full moon.

Moon, lunar, lunatics. They're everywhere.

-Is that Greek? -No, Latin.

You surprise the shit out of me.

There's no bomb. It's probably a false alarm.

It happens. He probably saw a radio on the back seat.

Let's not mess with it. Wait for the bomb squad.

You're right. You sit tight, I'll be right back.

What's the matter with you?

-There's a bomb in there! -No, there's not.

-There's a bomb in there! -There is not!

There's a bomb in there!

-You know how I know? -How?

I've got eight days till retirement and I won't make a stupid mistake.

There is no bomb! I'll bet vital parts of my anatomy!

Look.

Trust me. Okay?

That's usually my first mistake.

Hey, wait. I'm coming.

Rog?

-Is your insurance paid up? -Of course. Why?

-There could be a bomb in here. -Oh, God!

-I hate it when I'm right. -Learn to trust your instincts more.

Oh, God.

The first impression can often be the right one.

Drive shaft...

-I wonder if there's a bomb. -Just don't touch it.

Just looking.

What are you doing? Don't open the door! Don't!

Son of a bitch, just look at it.

That's all I'll do, just look.

There's more plastic than Cher.

I love this job. This is amateur night.

Open the door. I can't hear you.

Open the door.

Don't do nothing.

Not that one!

You son of a bitch.

This is a pretty shonky job. I can dismantle it.

It looks like Beirut to me. Let's go!

Everybody's outside. Just me, you and the cat are dumb enough to be here.

Nearly a cat-tastrophe, huh?

-Relax, Rog. Relax. -Right.

Don't do nothing.

We've got 9 minutes and 7 seconds left. You know what we can do?

We could drive it out.

Fine, it's your turn to drive.

No keys. I could hot-wire it.

Don't even say "hot-wire" around this stuff!

You're right.

Why am I doing this? Why?

I'm going to have to do it the old-fashioned way.

What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?

-I'm thinking we should cut the blue wire. -Wait!

-That's not what I think. -You think maybe the red?

No! No!

I'm thinking it's 8 minutes and 42 seconds.

We can go upstairs, wait for the bomb squad, and have a cappuccino.

The bomb squad never gets here on time. And it's 8 minutes, 31 seconds.

Rog, please.

Forget the cappuccino.

-You know what they'll say? -"Get the fuck out of here!"

But then they'll say: "Let's cut the blue wire," which I'll do right now.

-Wait, wait! -What?

How can you be so sure?

It's just a hunch.

A hunch?

Remember the bomb under your toilet?

-How could I forget? -Red wire, blue wire, same thing.

This is more simplified, but a bit more powerful.

From where I sat, I couldn't see.

Forget it. Come on, trust me.

Trust you?

Guess not. I'm cutting the red wire, okay?

What? What?

A minute ago you said blue!

I did?

You said blue!

-I meant red. -Sure?

We can do it your way.

-My way? I don't have-- -Quiet!

I'm sure, okay?

Ah, shit!

Ready?

Rog?

What?

Won't you miss all this good stuff when you retire?

Won't you miss it a little bit?

I'm cutting the wire.

Snip. All done.

Grab the cat!

Grab the cat?

Get out of there! Take cover!

Where are they?

Bravo.

Whoops.

Right. Whoops.

Right.

Seven days till retirement, I'm busted down to patrolman.

I should've cut the red wire.

-You did. -No, I cut the blue wire.

That's what I meant.

-We should've waited for the bomb squad. -Must I hear this every day?

-Every day until I retire! -That'll be a week too long.

-My feet are killing me. -They're killing me, too.

-How? -I have to listen to you bitch about them!

-Because you should've cut the red wire! -I did cut the red wire!

What's this?

It's kind of soft...not a bulletproof vest.

It won't keep anything out.

It'll keep my stomach in.

What have you got under there?

It's a girdle.

What?

It's a girdle!

Does Trish know?

It's a man's girdle!

They make girdles for men?

-Yes, they make girdles for men! -They do?

Yeah, they do! I haven't worn this uniform in 15 years!

-Cleaners must have shrunk it. -You should take it to Chin.

I did take it to Chin. Look at it. It shrunk all up in here.

I have to hold my breath.

Did you see that?

-See what? -Jaywalker.

Jaywalking?

Hold it right there, pal. 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!

-Should I radio for backup? -Smart-ass. Can you get the ticket book?

There crimes in the city and you're hassling me for--

Shut up!

-Do you know how to fill one of these out? -A long time ago.

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?

-Jaywalking. -Ask for his license.

-License, for jaywalking? -Yeah.

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

I was walking. Do I need a walking license now?

-Let's just shoot him! -Is he crazy?

I'm going to drill him! We'll make it look like suicide!

-Get out of the way! -No, the video cameras!

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

Get out of here, before he kills you!

-Go that way! Not that way! -This way! Over here!

-Go! Run! -Now!

Run! Run!

Wait a minute!

You forgot to sign!

What was that?

Wait a minute. You forgot to sign the form.

Who are you?

You're not the regular guy?

-He's on vacation. -On vacation?

Well, who the hell is that?

Get in the truck!

You fucking prick!

Are you a cop?

Fourteen-sixty. Into pursuit. Will continue transmission.

Call 911.

-Okay, honey. -Let me drive. We're in pursuit.

I'm driving! Don't worry.

This fool picked the wrong time to mess with the wrong lady.

Just stay close!

Right behind you, baby!

Take a good look!

Delores the Road Warrior is dead on your raggedy ass!

Ram him!

Watch out, Riggs!

Are you married, sugar?

What? Yes, 24 years! 24 years!

Yeah, but is it working?

-You can't get closer? -I am! I'm getting closer.

Hold on, Riggs!

Hold on!

Hold on! Hold on! We got you!

Hold on!

-I told you I could! -Closer!

-Get me up there! -Go!

I am! I am!

Back off!

If he falls, don't hit him!

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