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RIGGS<br />
No fair, the building guy lived.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Whatever. The point is, no<br />
killing.<br />
RIGGS<br />
No killing.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Right. Piece of cake. I'm very<br />
happy. Read the man his rights,<br />
I'll be over here being happy.<br />
Unfortunately ... as Murtaugh speaks, he does not see the<br />
man on the ground has a hideaway gun tucked into his<br />
waistband. As Murtaugh talks, oblivious ... The guy takes<br />
out the gun with his good arm -- and aims dead center-at<br />
Murtaugh's back. Riggs, however, notices. And springs<br />
into action. Before the rich guy can fire ... Riggs' foot<br />
flashes out like a pile driver. CRACK! The guy flies<br />
backward. Lands on top of the pool tarpaulin. Oops. It<br />
promptly surrounds him in a sucking, vice-like grip.<br />
Murtaugh dives forward and extends his hand. Too late.<br />
The vinyl surrounds the screaming rich guy, sucks him<br />
below the surface. Smothers him.<br />
Drags him to the bottom. Murtaugh looks on, wild-eyed.<br />
On the bottom of the pool is a vinyl tomb. Murtaugh<br />
dives in. Swims to the bottom. Yanks, and strains, but<br />
we all know it's no fucking use. The vinyl stops moving.<br />
Murtaugh stares... and then he gives up. Surfaces at the<br />
side of the pool, gasping and wheezing. Riggs kneels<br />
down beside him.<br />
Oops.<br />
RIGGS<br />
Murtaugh stares daggers at him.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Have you ... ever... met someone<br />
you didn't kill... ?<br />
RIGGS<br />
Haven't killed you yet.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Terrific, you want a little gold<br />
star?<br />
(lie pulls out<br />
a soaked pack<br />
of cigarettes)<br />
Shit.
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