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From: creede	12/22/2005 1:09:16 AM
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175 EXT. CEMETERY - DUSK (SAME DAY) 175 RAIN pours down. Martin Riggs stands over a lone grave. There are dark hollows under his eyes. The wind tugs at his hair. The tombstone reads: VICTORIA LYNN RIGGS BORN: 1953 DIED: 1984 He reaches beneath his overcoat and removes a bright green Christmas wreath, which he places atop the grave. Kisses his fingertips. Presses them to the moist earth. RIGGS Merry Christmas. (beat) I love you. The rains starts to fall. Riggs is oblivious. 176 EXT. MURTAUGH HOME - NIGHT 176 Carpenters are at work, patching and repairing. The Christmas lights still shine defiantly. A car pulls up. CUT TO: 177 FRONT DOOR 177 As a hand knocks softly: The door opens -- and there stands young Rianne. Adorable. She looks up at the visitor... It is Martin Riggs. RIANNE Hi. RIGGS Hi. He hands something to her. She takes it. The bottle of pills. It has a red ribbon tied around it. RIGGS Give that to your dad. It's a present. Tell him I won't be needing them anymore. Rianne nods. RIANNE Okay. You wanna come in? We're building. Riggs thinks it over. Shakes his head: RIGGS No, that's okay. (beat) You have a Merry Christmas, Missy. RIANNE Okay. Riggs turns to go. Rianne stops him: RIANNE They say you're the best. Beat. He stops. Turns and looks at her. RIANNE Are you? RIGGS (big smile; wild wink) No one can touch me. Rianne blushes. Riggs begins to walk away, into the rain... Until Roger Murtaugh appears from inside the boat on the trailer hitch. He stands on deck and looks down at Riggs. Riggs stops. They stand there in the rain for a moment. Then Murtaugh looks him square in the eye and says: MURTAUGH Sucker, if you think I'm gonna cat the world's lousiest Christmas turkey all by my lonesome, you're nuts. Riggs nods. A moment passes. Then: RIGGS I think your daughter kinda likes me. MURTAUGH You touch her, I'll kill you. RIGGS You'll try. He smiles. Murtaugh smiles. The rain falls, as they enter the house together, and we FADE OUT. Merry Christmas God Bless No Doubt cris

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