Joss Ackland: Arjen Rudd

Lethal Weapon 2

Arjen Rudd

[Rudd fires at Riggs, hitting him several times. Riggs falls, writhing in pain. Arjen's gun clicks empty. Roger aims at him]
Roger Murtaugh: [shouting] DROP IT, ASSHOLE!
Martin Riggs: [weakly] Rog...
Arjen Rudd: [holds up his wallet] Diplomatic immunity.
[Roger slowly rolls his head on his neck, takes aim, and fires - his bullet goes through Rudd's wallet, and then his head]
Roger Murtaugh: It's *just been revoked*!

Arjen "Aryan" Rudd: Mr. Getz got away. A missed opportunity and he gets away. He slips right through our fingers, and into the hands of the police.
[catches Pieter staring at the floor around him]
Arjen "Aryan" Rudd: What are you doing?
Pieter Vorstedt: I was just checking to see if I was standing on plastic.

[after Riggs threatened Rudd in his office]
Arjen "Aryan" Rudd: Just get out of here, Kaffir-lover!
Martin Riggs: [pointing his gun at each of Rudd's henchman] Eeny... Meeny... Meinie...
[points at Vorstedt for a long moment]
Martin Riggs: [a la Curly from the Three Stooges] Hey Moe!
[Riggs shoots the fish tank, causing water and fishes to spill everywhere]
Martin Riggs: [mock saluting] Big Smile! Big Smile! BIG SMILE!
[Riggs leaves]

[Riggs confronts Rudd and his minions in their office]
Martin Riggs: Hey, don't bother calling the police. I'm here already.
Arjen Rudd: I should have known.
Martin Riggs: Well, well... it's the master race!
Arjen Rudd: I hope you realize the trouble you are in right now.
Martin Riggs: Well, as usual, you people have everything all upside down and turned around and back to front.

Rudd: Now we DO have a serious diplomatic situation here, which I will be taking up with your state department first thing in the morning.
Riggs: Whoa, you got me quakin' in my boots, but I'm still gonna bring you down.
Rudd: My dear officer, you could not even give me a parking ticket!... Who is the dickhead now, eh?

[In Rudd's office, Hans meets Rudd & Vorstedt after losing the Krugerrands in the chase]
Arjen Rudd: Hans, come in.
[points in front of his desk]
Arjen Rudd: Mind the plastic. I'm having some painting done. Well now, the important thing is, are you all right? Any broken bones?
Hans: I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Rudd.
Arjen Rudd: Only a few bumps and bruises, eh?
Hans: Yes, that's all.
Arjen Rudd: Good, good.
[pause]
Arjen Rudd: However, we did lose over a million dollars in Krugerrand.
Hans: I know. I'm sorry, Mr. Rudd. It happens.
Arjen Rudd: Ah, it's not your fault. Sometimes these things do not go as planned. As you say, they just happen... eh, Pieter?
[Pieter shoots Hans. He falls dead onto the plastic, and Pieter starts wrapping its edges around his body]
Pieter Vorstedt: You give a new meaning to the phrase "drop-cloth," Mr. Rudd.

[explaining to Rika about the altercation with the police]
Arjen "Aryan" Rudd: You see, my dear, the policies of our government are not very popular here in America, as you know. And the police force in this city is *overrun* with blacks. They have badges and guns and they *hate* us. Our consulate staff, and *particularly* myself, will always be the victims of their harassment.

Arjen Rudd: Certain policemen in this city have become an intolerable nuisance. They are obviously onto us again. How do you propose to handle it?
Pieter Vorstedt: [with cigarette in mouth] Warn them off. It's my experience that a scared cop is more useful than a dead one.
Arjen Rudd: A warning? Is that not a bit tame?
Pieter Vorstedt: Depends on how you do it.
[about 25 minutes later into film after a very scary warning that still didn't stop the police from bothering them]
Arjen Rudd: Things are getting out of hand. We are suffering too many losses. We have to move the cash in one large shipment.
Pieter Vorstedt: We'll need something bigger than a suitcase.
Arjen Rudd: I'll worry about that. You worry about the police. The warning did not work.

[Murtaugh and Riggs are sealed into a cargo container]
Arjen Rudd: Load the container. By the time anyone finds their bodies, they'll be in Cape Town.
[as the container is being lifted, the car inside bursts out and crashes into the bay, spilling bales of money into water]
Arjen Rudd: [staring] Our money... just make sure they're dead.