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TRISH<br />
(smiles)<br />
You're not getting older, you're<br />
getting better.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Inform the children of this.<br />
(kisses her; heads<br />
for the door)<br />
Forget the eggs, I'll eat later.<br />
TRISH<br />
Whatever.<br />
(beat)<br />
Honey?<br />
(as he stops)<br />
How <strong>com</strong>e I never heard of Dick<br />
Lloyd?<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
I never talked about him.<br />
TRISH<br />
Oh.<br />
(beat)<br />
Vietnam buddy?<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Yeah. Vietnam buddy.<br />
He exits the kitchen, crosses the entrance hall. Stops,<br />
noticing Rickles the cat, who is happily munching on the<br />
remains of Roger's birthday cake.<br />
Hey.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
He swats it aside. Pauses, his gaze lingering on the<br />
silent message which gnaws at his guts.<br />
THE BIG 50 ...<br />
He <strong>com</strong>es out the front door. Flicks off the Christmas<br />
lights, crosses to the car. Looks up, and sees -- his<br />
oldest daughter Rianne. Jogging past. She wears an<br />
adorable pair of dolphin shorts. Walkman headphones.<br />
She waves.<br />
He waves.<br />
RIANNE<br />
'Bye, Daddy.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
(shakes his head)<br />
Goddamn heartbreaker. She's a<br />
heartbreaker.<br />
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