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 tried talkin' about it

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.

It means cover me, go left.

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

are many other solid agents.

None of them have closed

the Red Falls Killer case.

Ashburn, it's no secret that none

of the other agents like you.

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!

Rate this script:4.5 / 2 votes