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MURTAUGH<br />
What's it take?<br />
RIGGS<br />
Fifteen in the mag, one up the<br />
pipe. You carry a wheelgun?<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
.38 Special.<br />
RIGGS<br />
Lot of old-timers carry that.<br />
Murtaugh shoots him a look. Replaces the gun.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
File says you're registered with<br />
Newark P.D. as a lethal weapon.<br />
RIGGS<br />
File don't lie. Look, friend,<br />
let's cut the shit. We both<br />
know why I was transferred.<br />
Everyone thinks I'm suicidal, in<br />
which case I'm fucked and no one<br />
wants to work with me. Or they<br />
think I'm faking to draw a psycho<br />
pension, in which case I'm fucked<br />
and no one wants to work with me.<br />
Basically, I'm fucked.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Guess what?<br />
What?<br />
RIGGS<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
I don't want to work with you.<br />
RIGGS<br />
Then don't.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Ain't got no choice. Damn.<br />
We're both fucked.<br />
RIGGS<br />
Terrific.<br />
As they speak, Riggs has pulled to a stop in front of a<br />
large downtown bank building.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
(rubs his eyes)<br />
I'm very old ...<br />
(sighs)<br />
... God hates me, that's what<br />
it is.
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