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The Heat
1
Hey!
Time is truly wastin'
There's no guarantee, yeah
Smile's in the makin'
You gotta fight
the powers that be
Got so many forces
Stayin' on the scene, yeah
Givin' up all around me
Faces full 0' pain
I try to play my music
They say my music's too loud
I got the big run around
And when I rolled
with the punches
I got knocked on the ground
By all this bullshit going down
Hey!
Time is truly wastin'
There's no guarantee, yeah
Smile's in the makin'
We gotta fight
the powers that be
Huh?
Oh, my God.
Read the manual, why don't you?
Wait for my three count.
One... two...
Unbelievable.
FBI! Freeze!
Hands on top of your head!
On your head!
Surprise.
We've checked everywhere.
There's nothing.
Place is clean, Ashburn.
Looks like your...
...theory has a few holes in it.
Let's roll, boys.
So you think it's clean, huh?
Oh, here we go.
That's what they said last year
right before I arrested
the Red Falls Killer.
What are those?
Barbecued spare ribs?
Is that what that is?
I don't know,
maybe I'm wrong. Or...
...maybe I'm not.
Yeah. Airtight.
Dipped in wax.
I respect that.
I especially like the meat
to distract the dog.
And while that may have fooled the
loudest breather in the world...
...it did not fool me.
And unfortunately it's not
what I'm looking for.
So let's just cut to the chase.
Are there guns in the house?
I don't know anything
about any guns.
Interesting.
Maybe I'm wrong... you know?
Wait for it.
Maybe these guys
are right for a change.
Stranger things
have happened, right?
- That's a trap.
- Meteors, comets...
Somebody married Pete and he
can't even count to three.
See? Right there.
Oh, so frustrating.
You know, they loved these houses
during the prohibition era.
You guys know what
prohibition is, don't you?
Yeah, selling your ass
for money?
Really?
No, it was alcohol.
People loved to drink it, even
though they weren't supposed to.
And these houses
had all these nooks
and crannies where they could hide it.
Like this one.
Is there something behind me? There is, isn't there?
F***.
Now you can roll.
Gentlemen.
Nice work, dick.
Let's go!
Hard to believe she's single.
Immediately below that,
you feel a little crease...
Wow, that's pretty impressive, huh?
Do you see that?
Look at that.
DOCTOR'. Make an incision
right through there.
That's
pretty amazing, huh?
Pretty amazing.
Pumpkin!
Here, kitty, kitty!
Are you at
the neighbor's again?
Pumpkin!
Here, kitty, kitty!
Go on home. I'll see you tomorrow.
There you go.
Pumpkin, I told you to stay
away from that weird lady.
Oh, boy. Wife doesn't like
you working late, huh?
What do you want?
Oh, just letting you know that I
have been observing the agents.
Overseeing what
they've been up to,
you know...
keeping an eye on them.
Yeah. Supervising.
Supervising. Yes, sir.
Look, Ashburn.
I haven't made
any decisions yet.
Oh, of course not.
Everyone deserves a shot.
I don't know if you are the
right person for this position.
I'm sorry, what?
I'm confused.
Walk with me.
I've closed more cases than any agent here.
Should I not have done that?
You are a solid agent. There
None of them have closed
Ashburn, it's no secret that none
What?
I've gotten
countless complaints
of arrogance and competitiveness.
..showmanship.
Just give it a rest.
All right. We've got
a situation in Boston.
The Feds picked up chatter
on a guy moving in.
Simon Larkin.
We don't know what he looks like,
where he comes from, nothing.
We believe this guy is
doing the legwork for him.
Julian Vincent.
Nasty son of a b*tch.
Murder. Extortion.
This is his M.O.
The problem with
guys like that is...
...everyone's
too scared to talk.
Pack your bags.
I'm sending you to Boston.
You know how to get
inside people's heads.
You want to find Larkin,
get to Julian.
You do well with this,
we can talk about the job.
Whoo!
She's got stickers
on her locker
And the boys' numbers there
in magic marker
I'm hungry and
the hunger will linger
I eat sixteen saltine crackers
then I lick my fingers
Well, every morning
I deliver the news...
Hey, Rojas sent me over.
He said you were really nice.
Yeah,
what you looking for?
What's your name?
Champaz. What's yours?
Champaz?
Did your mom
give you that name?
Not exactly.
Hey, Mullins. Captain
wants to know when you're coming in.
You know what? Tell him I'll be there
sharply at go-f***-yourself o'clock.
Okay? If there's no traffic.
Thank you.
That seems kind of expensive.
Expensive?
Can you break a hundred?
No, I'm not gonna
break a hundred.
I don't think I have that.
Do you have a discount?
What's going on here?
Okay, I don't want any drugs.
All right? Oh!
How you doing?
Are you trying to get a
deal on my girl here?
Are you her pimp?
No, we're just friends.
Well, I think this is just between
her and I, so...
Am I invading your space here?
Kind Of.
I don't want to do that. Let
me see if this'll help you.
I just want to...
Oh!
It's a good thing I didn't
get the drugs from you.
Yeah, can you imagine that?
That would have been crazy.
That would have been bad.
That would have been bad!
Phew!
You'd better wipe that brow.
Listen, I gotta ask. Whatever... But
what was actually going on here?
We were just...
She looked kind of sad, so I thought I'd
help her out and give her a ride home.
That's nice, like a good Samaritan.
Yeah.
Are you depressed? Was he
giving you a ride home?
Yeah, I was cheering you up.
Yeah, good for you.
You know who else is pretty sad?
Frank over here.
Right, Frank? You get sad 'cause
you sh*t and piss yourself?
You having a sad day, Frank?
Hey, maybe you can put him
in the back of your car.
You want to sh*t and piss
all over this guy's car?
Let's open up the...
Frank, you wanna sh*t your pants and get in the...
Oh, Good, it's open.
I can put Frank in there.
He can sh*t and piss
himself until he's happy.
I got some towels...
Does that sound good?
Why don't you let me
see your I.D.?
Oh, come on, please?
Let me take the whole thing.
I don't...
It's good, I got it.
Oh, good.
I got nervous that
maybe you didn't have
a wife and a whole
bunch of kids, but...
...luckily you do.
What's your wife's name?
Bella.
Oh, Bella. Good.
Hey, can I borrow your phone for a minute?
My battery's out.
Why do you want
to borrow my phone?
Because I asked
you for your phone.
Give me your f***ing phone.
Shut your mouth.
Can you give me one chance here?
Yeah, I'll give you one chance.
Yeah, who's this? Is this Bella?
No, no, no!
Don't do that. Don't do that.
This is Officer Mullins.
I'm here with your husband.
God! What are you, Spock?
No, he's not been in an
accident, unfortunately.
I do have him here
with a known prostitute.
She's lying!
Bella, she's lying!
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