~~~ Trish Murtaugh : [holds up a gold pen] Is this your pen? Martin Riggs : Thanks, [takes it] Martin Riggs : I keep losing it. [he goes back to cuting up the vegetables] Trish Murtaugh : Something's wrong. Martin Riggs : Naw, not really, just another goddamn pen. [He ignores her for awhile] Trish Murtaugh : You were saying about the pen. Martin Riggs : Oh, it just reminds me of something thats all. Trish Murtaugh : Reminds you of what? Martin Riggs : Ah, reminds me of the night Vicki was killed. Trish Murtaugh : [pause] I didn't mean to push. Martin Riggs : Hang on that ok, we never talked about this did we. [pauses] Martin Riggs : Well, I supposed to be meeting her for dinner and you know one of those romantic dinners for two. I was up to my eyeballs in work and I forgot about the whole thing. [puts the cut up vegetables into a pot] Martin Riggs : I guess she waited in the restaurant for an hour before she decided to drive home alone. It was midnight before I got home, I got home to a ringing phone, so naturally I answered it. They told me she was killed in a car crash. [pauses] Martin Riggs : I should have been driving, I guess we would have been all right, huh. Anyway I remember falling down on my knees and I started shaking all over and I remember thinking I'm losing it, I'm losing it. So there I was lying on the living room floor. Lying there and I'm seeing under the couch and I see this gold pen. Gold pen just lying under the couch, I've been looking, haven't seen it in two months, there it is. [laughs slightly] Martin Riggs : She wasn't much of a housekeeper. And this voice goes off inside my head, kind a like a drill instructor, I really heard it. It said GET UP NOW. I didn't feel like it but I got up, muscles were still working and I drove to the hospital and identified her in the morgue and signed her out with my gold pen. Roger Murtaugh : [walks in] Gold pen? Hey, Trish found one in the laundry the other day. [Trish and Martin look at each other] ~~~