[breathing deeply] MARTIN RIGGS: You
ready for this? [breathing deeply] You sure? Now do me a favor– don’t miss. [heavy breathing] Because
I’m not spending the rest of my life with some tube
coming out of my mouth because you morons can’t shoot. So let’s do this together. [inhales, exhales] One. [inhales, exhales] Two. [squeezes trigger] [gunshot] [cocks gun] [click] [music playing]
[screaming] The hell are you doin’? Martin Riggs. We’re gonna make a great team. [beeping] [explosion] We got a DOA in Griffith Park. Is the DOA dead? Dead on arrival– does that
mean something different here? No. I just want to make sure
there’s no one else left for you to kill. Just you and me. I’ve seen a lot of
crazy people before, but this dude is in
a class by himself. [knocking] MURTAUGH’S WIFE: Who is it? Nobody.
It’s ju– um– Hi. Martin Riggs. I’m sure you’ve
heard a lot about me. Not a word.
We were about to have dinner. Would you like to
come in, Riggs? MURTAUGH: No, he can’t. He can’t– got
stuff he gotta do. Come on. I mean, it does smell good. Oh, it tastes even better. So, do you have
any kids, Martin? I–I do not. But you’re married? [truck horn blaring] [crash] [music playing] Not anymore. She passed away. I’m sorry. MARTIN RIGGS: She
was a good one. Gave me something to live for. I need you to be
honest with me. Do you think Riggs is dangerous? Very. [chuckling] [cars racing] [crash] LAPD– put your
hands in the air! [inaudible]!
[bus honking] [crash] What? I didn’t kill him. [crash] This man is out of his mind. [gunshots] Be safe out there. Always. [cocks gun] [music playing] What the hell did this guy do? He questioned him.
The guy fled. So we– [interposing voices] -And then he pulled a gun on us.
-Yes. And he pulled a gun. Tried to shoot us. [interposing voices] Stop! You are 50 years old, Murtaugh,
and still only a detective. I like solving cases, not
kissin’ ass– [kissing sounds]