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The Heat Quotes – ‘I think this individual might actually be mentally unstable.’

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Starring: Sandra Bullock, Melissa McCarthy, Demián Bichir, Marlon Wayans, Michael Rapaport, Jane Curtin, Spoken Reasons, Dan Bakkedahl, Taran Killam, Michael McDonald, Thomas F. Wilson, Tony Hale, Kaitlin Olson, Joey McIntyre, Michael Tucci, Bill Burr, Nathan Corddry, Jessica Chaffin, Jamie Denbo

OUR RATING: ★★★★☆

Story:

Action buddy cop comedy directed by Paul Feig, the story follows uptight FBI Special Agent Sarah Ashburn (Sandra Bullock) who is forced to work with foul-mouthed, hard as nails Detective Shannon Mullins (Melissa McCarthy), to capture a drug lord, but in the process, they become the last thing anyone expected, buddies.

 

Best Quotes   (Total Quotes: 152)


 

[first lines; on a suburban New York neighborhood, Ashburn leads a SWAT team into the home of a suspect, as they get ready to bust the house, Ashburn taps one of the officers on the shoulder and signs him an instruction]
SWAT Team Leader: Huh?
Ashburn: Oh, my God! It means, cover me and go left! Read the manual, why don’t you?
[the officer starts to go, but Ashburn stops him]
Ashburn: Wait for my three count.
[holding her fingers in the air for the countdown]
Ashburn: And one, two…
[the SWAT team ignores her and goes in to bust the suspect’s house]
Ashburn: Unbelievable.
[the SWAT team then busts into the suspects home]
SWAT Team Leader: FBI freeze!
SWAT Officer: FBI! Don’t move! Get on the ground!
SWAT Team Leader: Hands in the air!
SWAT Officer: Hands on your head!
[to the suspects as she enters the house after the SWAT Team]
Ashburn: Surprise.


 

[after the SWAT team have checked the house]
FBI Officer: We’ve checked everything. There’s nothing.
NY Agent: Well, the place is clean, Ashburn. Looks like you’re theory has a few holes in it.
[to the SWAT team]
NY Agent: Let’s role, boys.
Ashburn: So you think it’s clean, huh?
NY Agent: Oh, here we go.
Ashburn: Yeah, that’s what they said last year right before I arrested the Red Falls Killer.
[Ashburn leans down to look at a plate of ribs on the coffee table]
Ashburn: What are those, barbecue spare ribs? Is that what that is? I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong. Or…
[Ashburn places her hand under the table and rips out big bag of marijuana]
Ashburn: Maybe I’m not? Yeah.
[to the suspects]
Ashburn: Air tight, dipped in wax? I respect that.
[she throws the bag to the NY Agent]
Ashburn: I especially like the meat to distract the dog.
[looking at the FBI dog]
Ashburn: 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.


 

[to the suspects]
Ashburn: So why don’t we just cut to the chase? Are there guns in this house?
Tough Guy #1: I have no idea about any guns.
Ashburn: Interesting. Maybe I’m wrong, you know?
[watching as Ashburn walks around the room]
NY Agent: Wait for it.
Ashburn: Maybe these guys are, are right for a change.
[chuckling]
Ashburn: Stranger things have happened, right guys?
NY Agent: No, that’s a trap.
Ashburn: Meteors, comets, somebody marrying Pete and he can’t even count to three. Oh, so frustrating.
[she walks around the room and stands by the fireplace]
Ashburn: I know they loved these houses during the Prohibition Era.


 

[to the suspects]
Ashburn: You guys know what Prohibition is, don’t you?
Tough Guy #2: Yeah, selling your ass for money.
Ashburn: Really?
NY Agent: Really?
Ashburn: No. No, it was, uh, alcohol. People loved to drink it even though they weren’t supposed to. And these houses had all these little nooks and crannies where they could hide it.
[she uses her thumb to press under the small shelf above the fireplace, which opens up a secret compartment in the wall revealing where the guns are being hidden]
Ashburn: Like this one. Is there something behind me?
[there’s a moment’s pause]
Ashburn: There is, isn’t there?
[the suspects shake their head]
Tough Guy #1: Fuck.
[to the SWAT team]
Ashburn: Now you can role.
[Ashburn starts to walk out]
Ashburn: Gentlemen.
[to the FBI dog]
Nice work, dick.
[as Ashburn walks out of the house, the other FBI officers are annoyed at her for how proud she is of herself, she gets into the car and goes to out on the seat belt]
Ashburn: Let’s go.
[she looks over to the driver’s seat and sees there’s no one else in the car, the other officers continue to stare at her]
NY Agent: Hard to believe she’s single.


 

[later at night, Ashburn is sat watching TV in her apartment holding a cat; whispering to the cat as she watches a surgery being described]
Ashburn: Wow, pretty impressive. Did you see that? Look at that? That’s pretty amazing, huh? Pretty amazing.
[she kisses the cat and then hears her neighbor calling for the cat]
Neighbor’s Voice: Pumpkin? Here, kitty, kitty. Are you at the neighbor’s again? Pumpkin? Here, kitty, kitty.
[Ashburn lets the cat out of the apartment through her patio door]
Ashburn: Go on home. See you tomorrow.
Neighbor’s Voice: Pumpkin, I told you to stay away from that weird lady.
[Ashburn goes to check her computer and sees her superior, Hale, is being promoted and sees that his former position hasn’t been determined yet, she smiles to herself]


 

[Ashburn goes to work the next morning and walks into Hale’s office as he’s finishing his conversation on the phone in Spanish]
Ashburn: Oh, boy. Wife doesn’t like you working late, huh?
Hale: What do you want?
Ashburn: Oh, just, uh, letting you know that I have been observing the Agents overseeing with what they’ve been up to. You know, keeping an eye on them.
Hale: Yeah, supervising them.
Ashburn: Supervising. Yes, sir.
Hale: Look, Ashburn, I haven’t made any decisions yet.
Ashburn: Oh, of course not. Every, everyone deserves a shot.
Hale: I don’t know if you are the right person for this position.
Ashburn: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, what? What? I’m confused.
Hale: Walk with me.
[Hale starts walking out of his office and Ashburn follows him]
Ashburn: Sir, I don’t, I don’t understand. I’ve closed more cases than any agent here, should I not have done that?
Hale: You are a solid agent. There are many other solid agents.
Ashburn: Well, none of them have closed the Red Falls Killer case.
Hale: Ashburn, it’s no secret that none of the other agents like you.
Ashburn: What?
Hale: I’ve gotten countless complaints of arrogance and competitiveness and showmanship. Just give it a rest.


 

[Hale and Ashburn enter another office]
Hale: Alright, we 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.
[shows Ashburn a photo of a man]
Hale: We believe this guys is doing the leg work for him. Julian Vincent. Nasty son of a bitch.
[Ashburn takes the photo and looks at Larkin]
Hale: Murder, extortion, this is his MO.
[Hale shows her another photo of a crime scene]
Hale: The problem with guys like that is that everyone’s scared to talk. Pack your bags, I’m sending you to Boston. You know how to get inside people’s heads. want to find Larkin, get to Julian. You do well with this, we could talk about the job.


 

[in Boston, Mullins is in her car keeping her eye on a man attempting to pick up a prostitute]
The John: Hey, Rojas sent me over. He said you were really nice.
Prostitute: Yeah, baby. What are you looking for?
The John: What’s your name?
Prostitute: Shenpaz, what’s your name?
The John: Shenpaz? Did your mom give you that name?
Prostitute: Not exactly.
[as Mullins is watching from her car, her police radio calls in]
Mullins: Hey, Mullins. Captain wants to know when you’re coming in.
Hey, you know what? Tell him I’ll be there sharply at a ‘go-fuck-yourself-o’clock’. Okay? If there’s no traffic, thank you.


 

[back to the John trying to pick up the prostitute]
The John: It seems kind of expensive.
Prostitute: Expensive?
The John: Can you break a hundred? I got a hundred right here.
Prostitute: No, baby. I’m not going to break a hundred.
[as he looks at his cash, Mullins walks up to his car]
The John: Alright, let me see.
[Mullins leans in through the driver’s side window]
Mullins: What’s going on here?
The John: Okay, I don’t want any drugs. Alright?
Mullins: Oh.
[to the prostitute]
Mullins: Hi, how are you doing?
[to the John]
Mullins: Are you trying to get deal on my girl here?
The John: Are you her pimp?
Mullins: No, we’re just friends. Isn’t that right?
The John: Okay, well, I think this is just kind of between her and I, so…
Mullins: Am I kind of invading your space here?
The John: Kind of.
Mullins: I don’t want to do that.
[Mullins takes her badge out of her pocket]
Mullins: Let me see if this will help you?
[she holds up her badge and the prostitute walks away]


 

The John: Alright, look I just wanted…
[he notices Mullins’ badge]
The John: Oh…
[he laughs nervously]
The John: It’s, uh, It’s a good thing I didn’t get the drugs from you.
[they both laugh]
Mullins: Yeah, can you imagine that?
The John: That would have been…
Mullins: That would have been crazy.
The John: That would have been bad.
[they both continue to laugh]


 

Mullins: That would have been bad.
The John: Yeah, right?
[he wipes his forehead]
The John: Wooh!
Mullins: You better wipe that brow. Yeah, that could have gone, that could have gone really bad, huh? Listen, um, I want you to let me see your ID there.
The John: Come on, please.
Mullins: Here, let me just take the whole thing.
[she takes his wallet]
Mullins: Yeah, it’s good. I got it.
[she looks inside his wallet]
Mullins: Oh, good. You know what? I got nervous that maybe you didn’t have a wife and a whole bunch of kids.
[she holds up his photo of his family]
Mullins: But luckily you do. What’s your wife’s name?
The John: Her name’s Bella.
Mullins: Oh, Bella. Good. Hey, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I got my, my battery’s out.
The John: Why do you want to borrow my phone?
Mullins: Because I asked you for your phone. Give me your fucking phone and shut your mouth.
[Mullins takes his phone]


 

[as Mullins is using his phone to call his wife]
The John: Can’t you just like give me one chance here?
Mullins: Yeah, I’ll give you one chance.
[the John’s wife, Bella, answers the phone]
Bella: Hello?
Mullins: Yeah, who’s this? Is this Bella?
[the John goes to grab the phone from Mullins]
The John: No, no, no, no!
Mullins: Don’t do that. Don’t do that.
[Mullins grabs his hand and crushes it making him yell out in pain]
The John: Ow!
Mullins: Don’t do that.
The John: My God!
[to Bella]
Mullins: Yes, this is Officer Mullins. I’m here with your husband.
[as Mullins continues to crush his hand]
The John: God, what are you, Spock?
[to Bella]
Mullins: No. No, he’s not been in an accident. Unfortunately, I just, uh, I do have him here with a known prostitute.
The John: God! She’s lying! Bella, she’s lying!


 

[to Bella]
Mullins: Oh, that’s not the first time, huh?
The John: God!
[to Bella]
Mullins: Yeah, that’s him. He’s crying cause I’m breaking his fucking hand.
[to the John]
Mullins: Oh, she said do it harder.
[Mullins crushes his hand harder]
Mullins: Alright, Bella.
The John: Ow! God!
Mullins: That’s for Bella.
[to Bella]
Mullins: You got to go with your instincts, Bella… Yep, you’re welcome.
[she ends the call]


 

[after ending the call to the John’s wife]
Mullins: Yep, she’s probably going to burn your shit today, so.
The John: Come on! Look, you don’t understand, alright? She’s just had a baby, there’s a lot going on down there, I’m not going to touch that.
Mullins: Why don’t you take your, uh, seat belt off for a minute?
The John: Come on, please. Come on.
Mullins: Yeah. No, you seem like a reasonable guy. Take your fucking belt off.
The John: You look like you got some compassion.
Mullins: Listen, I love the sound of a guy, that after his wife gives him his fifth fucking child, complains about her messy vagina. And then you don’t want to fucking touch her!
[as the John takes off his seat belt, Mullins grabs hold of him and drags him out through the open car window]
Mullins: Get out of the fucking car!
The John: Let me unlock the door for you! What the fuck, man?!
[she drags his body out of the car window]
Mullins: Get out of the fucking car! Get out of the fucking car!
[as he finally gets out of the car window]
Mullins: Get up against the car.
The John: What is your problem?!
[Mullins pushes him against the car]
The John: Can I just have my phone?
Mullins: Do you want to do that? Do you want to do that?
[she keeps pushing him against his car]
The John: Ow! My car is hot!
Mullins: Good! I hope it burns your fucking dick off!


 

[Mullins takes the John into custody and as she’s driving to the station she passes by the neighborhood drug dealer, Rojas]
Mullins: Hey, Rojas. My favorite asshole. Hey, look what I found.
[she points to the John sat in the back seat of her car, handcuffed]
Mullins: Oh, no. Did I take some of your business away? That’s a real shame.
Rojas: Lady, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I just stand on this corner and I’m doing my Suduko, okay?
Mullins: Oh, is that right? First of all, it’s Sudoku, dumbass. Now, you want to tell me that you’re just here coincidentally, right, right in the middle of all the prostitutes?
Rojas: Lady, tell me this. Why are you so obsessed with me? You should be ashamed of yourself trying to break down a successful black man. Are you racist?
Mullins: Don’t play that race bullshit card with me! Nine out of ten guys I fuck are black guys!
Rojas: Lady, what I think you need to do, you need to go down the road, take a vacation, okay? And go get your rue back. Lady, just relax, chill.


 

[he takes a puff of the joint in his hand]
Mullins: What is that?
[realizing that he’s been caught with a joint, he gives the joint to his friend sat next to him]
Rojas: Take it.
[suddenly Rojas bolts and makes a run for it]
Mullins: Yeah, that’s what I thought.
[Mullins put her car into gear and starts to chase after him]
The John: I’m not a part of this!
Mullins: Shut up! Shut up!
[Mullins chases after Rojas in her car]
Mullins: Rojas!
The John: She’s crazy!


 

[as Mullins continues to chase after Rojas in her car]
The John: Can you please let me out, I get really car sick. Please, please, please!
Mullins: Oh, no! That’s terrible.
[she continues to chase after Rojas]
Mullins: Now, I got him. I got him!
[as Rojas runs in from the next street he suddenly runs into Mullins car]
The John: My God!
Mullins: Hey, look who’s here?
Rojas gets off the car and starts running again, Mullins chases after him and laughs]
Mullins: Yeah, you better run.
[she eventually manages to corner him as he falls, she stops her car]
Mullins: I got him! I got him!


 

[she gets out of the car and runs after him as Rojas starts to run again]
Mullins: Shit, I said stop.
[Rojas starts to climb over the fence]
Mullins: I said, I said stop! I said stop!
[she grabs hold his leg and Rojas gets stuck on top of the fence]
Rojas: Crushing my balls!
Mullins: I hope they fucking rupture!
Rojas: Lady, get the fuck off me!
[as Rojas tries to push Mullins away they both fall over the fence and onto the ground; at the same moment, the John in Mullins car escapes through the open car window and runs off]
The John: Bella, I’m sorry!


 

[as Mullins and Rojas fall over the fence, Mullins grabs hold of Rojas’ leg]
Rojas: Let me go!
Mullins: I’ll show you, you piece of shit!
Rojas: My leg, lady! Let me go!
[Rojas manages to rise and starts dragging himself away from Mullins]
Mullins: No!
Rojas: Lady, what the hell is wrong with you?
[Rojas frees himself from Mullins and starts limping away]
Mullins: I’ll tell you what the hell is the matter with me! It’s you, you piece of shit! Son of a bitch! Stop moving!
[Rojas limps away from her and starts throwing fruit at Mullins from the nearby truck selling fruit]
Rojas: Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Get off me!


 

[Mullins picks up a watermelon and throws it at Rojas, it hits him in his back and he falls to the ground]
Rojas: Shit!
Mullins: Yeah.
[Mullins starts handcuffing Rojas]
Rojas: Lady, what the hell did you throw at me?
Mullins: A watermelon.
Rojas: A watermelon! Oh, hell! Ah, see, I told you, you was a racist!
Mullins: Yeah, I tried to hit you with my car. What’s that make me? Yeah, let’s see what you got…
[Mullins checks his trouser pockets]
Mullins: Oh, look at this! Look at this! Not even my Birthday!
[she takes out little bags of drugs]
Rojas: Hey, man! You planted that shit on me, man!
Mullins: Yeah, I planted that shit.
Rojas: You planted that on me! I’m innocent!
Mullins: Shut up before I beat you with a watermelon. Get up!


 

[Ashburn arrives at the FBI Boston Field Office, she walks up to FBI Agent, Levy]
Ashburn: Levy?
Levy: Yep?
Ashburn: Federal Agent Sarah Ashburn from New York Field Office.
[she extends her hand to Levy and they shake hands]
Levy: Hi, how are you?
Ashburn: I’m going to need all your files on all known drug dealers of the area.
Levy: Right. we heard you were coming, actually was expecting you.
[he hands her the files]
Ashburn: Yeah.
Levy: Let me show you to your desk.
Ashburn: Oh, that won’t be necessary. I won’t be here long.
Levy: Okay.
Ashburn: So I can carry these.
Levy: Okay.
Ashburn: Thank you.


 

[outside the FBI building, Ashburn is sat in her car outside, looking for her car keys]
Ashburn: Where is it?
[Levy runs out the building carrying a file, he runs towards Ashburn’s car]
Levy: Hey, Ashburn! Ashburn!
[Ashburn turns as she hears her name being called, but hits her head against the car window]
Levy: Woh!
Ashburn: Oh, God.
[Ashburn holds her head and rolls down the window]
Levy: You okay?
Ashburn: What? What is it? What is it?
Levy: Okay, low end dealer just brought into the East Boston Precinct, name’s Terrell Rojas.
[Levy gives the file to Ashburn and she looks inside]
Ashburn: Oh. Well, okay. Good. Thank you very much.
[Ashburn puts the file in her bag]
Levy: Good luck out there.
Ashburn: It’s not about luck, pal. It’s not about luck.
[Ashburn starts to drive off but immediately breaks the car as the car in front of her is sat in traffic]
Levy: Wow, that was almost cool. Almost.
[Levy chuckles to himself and turns to walk back into the FBI building, he looks back at Ashburn and sees she’s whistling, pretending not to be embarrassed and checking her watch]


 

[Mullins drives up to the Boston Police Department]
Mullins: Come on, come on, come on. Are we going to fucking park today? Alright, here we go. Finally.
[as Mullins pulls into the side in order to park her car, at that moment Ashburn arrives and takes her parking spot]
Mullins: Hey! I’m moving in there!
[Ashburn gets out of her car]
Mullins: No, don’t! Hey, hey, hey! No! Get back in your car!
[Ashburn walks by and waves to Mullins, not realizing what she’s done, and walks towards the Police Department]
Mullins: Hey! Hey! Hey, asshole! Goddammit!
[Mullins drives off in anger]


 

[Mullins walks into the Boston Police Department holding up her FBI badge]
Ashburn: FBI.
Desk Sergeant: Hey, you need to sign in.
[Ashburn ignores him and walks up to a cop’s sat at his desk]
Ashburn: Captain Woods?
[the cop points to Woods and Ashburn walks up to him]
Ashburn: Captain Woods?
[quietly to himself]
Captain Woods: Oh, Christ.
Ashburn: Sorry?
Captain Woods: Uh, how can I help you?
[Ashburn holds up her badge]
Ashburn: Special Agent Sarah Ashburn. We got intel recently that you brought in a dealer by the name of Terrell Rojas.
Captain Woods: Uh, yeah, but Detective Mullins isn’t back from lunch yet.
Ashburn: I’m sure he won’t mind.
Captain Woods: Well he’s a she, and we’re not really allowed to go near her collars.
Ashburn: Let me tell you what I think. I think that every second we’re standing here is interfering with a federal investigation. So, if you’d be so kind as to show me Mr. Rojas to an interrogation room. Thank you.
[Ashburn turns and starts walking off]


 

Captain Woods: Special Agent?
[Ashburn turns back]
Ashburn: Yes?
Captain Woods: This way.
[Ashburn starts walking off and goes the wrong way again]
Captain Woods: Special Agent?
Ashburn: Yes?
[Woods points to the door, he opens the door and Ashburn walks out and starts walking in the wrong direction again]
Captain Woods: Special Agent?
[Ashburn turns and follows Woods]


 

[Mullins manages to find a parking space between two police cars, but as she goes to open her door, she finds the space is too narrow and her car door hits the police car next to hers]
Mullins: Shit!
[in the interrogation room, Ashburn starts interrogating Rojas]
Ashburn: You are looking at possession with intent, which is a Class D drug charge, Chapter 94C, Section 32A.
Rojas: I had a joint and few little bags of coke. Since when is that shit illegal?
Ashburn: The answer to your question is always. And with your priors, you are looking at twenty-five years in some pretty stiff fines.
Rojas: Who the hell cares about fines? That’s twenty-five years!
Ashburn: Never mind, let’s see what you make of these. Huh?
[Ashburn places some crime photos on the desk in front of Rojas]
Ashburn: What do you make of these? What I make of them is that somebody doesn’t want somebody else selling on their turf. But you’re still here and you’re alive. Why is that? Who are you working for?
Rojas: Nobody.
Ashburn: Who are you working for?
Rojas: Nobody.
Ashburn: Who are you working for?
Rojas: Nobody! If I tell you, that’s my ass chopped up into million motherfucking pieces!


 

[back in the parking lot, Mullins tries to get out of her car on the passenger side, but as she opens the door it hits the car next to hers as the space is too narrow]
Mullins: Oh, dammit!
[Mullins starts getting out of the car window]
Mullins: Fucker.
[as she movies her body out of her car window she pushes herself through the open car window of the police car next to hers]
Mullins: Motherfucker! Fucking park in my parking spot. Goddammit! Shit! Suit wearing God…
[she hits the steering wheel as she’s crawling through the car]
Mullins: Ow! Fuck.
[she manages to open the car door on the other side and get out]
Mullins: I said I’d fucking park in there, and she does in my Goddamn fucking space.
[as she gets out of the car she starts slamming the car door shut in anger]


 

[back in the interrogation room with Ashburn and Rojas]
Ashburn: I don’t want you to do time. I don’t want you to get chopped up into little tiny mother-f-ing pieces. Oh. I can protect you. I can. But you got to help me.
Rojas: I can help you.
Ashburn: You’re going to help me?
Rojas: Yeah.
Ashburn: Tell me where to find Julian?
Rojas: I don’t deal with him like that. I get my stuff from this bitch named Tatiana on Newkirk Avenue.
Ashburn: Can you describe her to me?
Rojas: She got brown eyes.
Ashburn: Mm-hmm.
Rojas: She got some big ass breasteses, big breasteses.
Ashburn: Okay. Can you maybe be a little bit more specific?
[he holds out his hands in front of his chest, showing her the size of Tatiana’s breasts]
Rojas: Her breasteses is like this.
Ashburn: Okay. Thank you.


 

[Mullins enters the Police Department in a foul mood, as she walks past a cop]
Mullins: Don’t.
[she walks past two cops talking to each other and laughing, she mocks their laughter]
Mullins: Oh, yeah! We’re at a comedy party. Yeah, move the fuck out of my way! Get a room.
[walking down the corridor]
Mullins: Tim, you still owe me forty! Yeah, tomorrow it’s sixty! Fucking dick weed.
[she walks into the cell holding area and notices the cell where Rojas was kept is empty]
Mullins: Why is the cage empty? What have I told you about moving my prisoners?
Precinct Officer: He’s in interrogation.
Mullins: Why would he be in interrogation when I’m standing right here?
Precinct Officer: They came and got him.
Mullins: Who’s ‘they’? It better be two of me. Is it two of me?
Precinct Officer: There’s a lady, she was…
Mullins: I’m a lady, did I come and get him?
Precinct Officer: No, no. It was a different lady, she was nice.
Mullins: I’m fucking nice.
Precinct Officer: I know.
Mullins: Why was she nice to you?
Precinct Officer: She made me give her the keys.
Mullins: I’m going to make you fucking bend over, and I’m going to reach up your ass into your pocket and get the keys to your house. And then I’m going to drive there, come in your front fucking door and kill you in your sleep.


 

[back in the interrogation room]
Ashburn: I think I have a clear idea of what we’re looking for and I appreciate your time…
[at that moment Mullins opens the door to the interrogation room and enters]
Mullins: Wow, lady. You’re on a real fucking roll.
Ashburn: Excuse me? I…
Mullins: Yeah. No, I won’t excuse you. I just spent the last thirty minutes thinking of different ways to kill you.
Ashburn: I’m sorry. When did we meet?
[to Rojas]
Mullins: What is this, your lawyer?
[to Ashburn]
Mullins: What are you, an insurance salesman? Do you sell those shitty suits?
Ashburn: I’m Special Agent Sarah Ashburn. How can I help you?
Mullins: You can get all of that.
[pointing to her]
Mullins: Get it up, and get it the fuck out of here, cause this is my room.


 

Ashburn: Were you, were you about to be, uh, questioned by a detective?
Mullins: I am a detective, and that’s my perp.
Ashburn: Ah. I understand now. Well, um, Detective, Mr. Rojas will be continuing on with me at this point.
Mullins: No.
Ashburn: It’s a jurisdictional issue.
Mullins: No. Not going to happen.
Ashburn: So, uh, you’re, you’re efforts are duly noted. Thank you so much.
Mullins: Oh, great.
Ashburn: And if you’re okay with everything, could you just, just maybe close the door on the way out?
Mullins: I’ll shut the door on you. And you lay down here, put your head in the door? And I’ll slam it about a hundred and fifty-seven thousand fucking times.
[to Ashburn]
Rojas: Oh, shit, girl. You better run.
Mullins: You need to shut your mouth.
[to Ashburn[
Rojas: Run like you’re on fire.
Ashburn: You need to be quite.


 

Mullins: You’re going to get up and we’re going to settle this outside.
Ashburn: Okay. I’m, I won’t be going outside.
Mullins: You’re going to get up, and you’re going to come outside.
Ashburn: No, ma’am. Not going outside.
Mullins: Fine. We’ll do this inside.
[Mullins goes to shut the door, Ashburn rises from her seat]
Ashburn: Will somebody please remove this person from the interrogation room?
[Mullins closes the door and faces Ashburn]
Ashburn: Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of, it runs in many families.
Mullins: I’m going to hit you.
Ashburn: You’re not going to hit me. Please don’t.


 

Mullins: I’m going to hit you and knock all your little buttons. I’m going to hit you here…
[Mullins points her finger at Ashburn’s chest]
Ashburn: Do not put your finger…
Mullins: Or here…
Ashburn: Do not put your finger in my…
Mullins: Knock our little buttons.
Ashburn: Stop touching my buttons. Stop touching my buttons.
Mullins: Then stop wearing them!
Ashburn: Stop it!
[Ashburn knocks Mullins hand aside]
Mullins: Don’t you move those fucking hands at me.
[suddenly they start hitting each other’s hands, at that moment Woods walks into the room]
Captain Woods: Hey, hey, hey!
[as they continue to hit each other’s hands]
Mullins: I’ll take that bow right out of your fucking hair…!
Captain Woods: Stop! Stop! Stop!
[Woods comes in between them]
Captain Woods: Stop. Hey, both of you, my office now.


 

[in Woods office Mullins walks around pretending to look for something]
Mullins: No, not in there.
There’s nothing I could do, Mullins. The FBI has jurisdiction.
[Mullins picks up some files from Woods desk]
Mullins: Maybe they’re in here.
Oh, come on.
Mullins: Maybe there in here. No.
Captain Woods: Will you stop? Will you stop?
[Mullins picks up Woods coffee flash and shakes it]
Mullins: No. They’re not in there.
Ashburn: What is she doing?
Mullins: They’re not under there.
Captain Woods: She’s looking for my balls.
[Mullins opens the office door and shouts out to the other officers]
Mullins: Hey, if anyone’s seen the Captain’s balls, let me know. They’re about this big…
[holds up her fingers to show a tiny size]
Mullins: But a lot tinier. They’re like a pea, or like a, like a ball bearing, or like, if you’ve ever seen a mouse ball, about half that size. Incredibly tiny, they’re like really, really tiny little girl balls, if little girls had balls. So if you find little tiny girl balls, they’re so fucking tiny, and shriveled up, let me know, cause I’ll put them right back up his scrotum!
[she shuts the office door]


 

[after Mullins has finished berating woods in front of the other officers]
Captain Woods: Knock it off, Mullins!
Mullins: How about you do something for once?
Captain Woods: What do you want me to do?!
Mullins: Oh, I’d like you to have my back and stop being so Goddamn disappointing, like everybody else!
[Mullins kicks Ashburn’s bag on the floor]
Ashburn: Oh, well that was professional.
Mullins: Oh, was that not professional? Here, let me, let me be professional.
[she picks up Ashburn’s bag from the floor, holding it upside down, making all the contents of the bag drop out]
Mullins: Let me help you pick up your bag.
[she then throws the empty bag to the floor]
Ashburn: That’s very mature.


 

Mullins: Let me just straighten it.
[she bends down and starts moving Ashburn’s stuff around on the floor, then she picks up a small box of pills and holds it up]
Mullins: Hey! Hey! Good news!
[she turns around and shouts to the other officers]
Mullins: Good news! I found his balls!
[she throws the pills at Woods]
Mullins: Enjoy that! Shove those back up there!
[Mullins turns and opens the office door]
Mullins: Cop of the year!
[she shuts the door and starts walking off]
Mullins: Keep it up!


 

[after Mullins leaves Woods office, Ashburn’s starts picking up her things from the floor]
Captain Woods: This job is destroying me. Do you know how old I am?
Ashburn: Uh, fifty-eight?
Captain Woods: I’m forty-three years old.
Ashburn: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Well, I always, see I always round up.
Captain Woods: I have a five year old son who calls me grandpa!
[Ashburn looks awkward]
Ashburn: So, uh, anyhoo, uh, sir, if, um, if you could just, you know, keep her away from me, that would be, be very helpful.
[Ashburn looks for her car keys in her bag and can’t find them]
Captain Woods: She stole your keys, didn’t she?
Ashburn: Yes, she did. Do you know where I can find her?
Captain Woods: She probably at O’Flanagan’s, it’s a bar down the street. Now, it’s a little divey, you might want to wear a vest.
[Ashburn turns and leave walks out of the office]


 

[Ashburn walks over the bar that Woods mentioned and sees a person that looks like Mullins from behind sat at a table, Ashburn walks over to the table]
Ashburn: Hand them over, give me the keys. Now.
[the person turns and sees it’s a man]
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
[Mullins is sat behind her at the bar, she dangles Ashburn’s keys in front of her]
Mullins: Did you drop something?
[to the man at the table]
Ashburn: Apologize. Apologies.
[Ashburn walks over to Mullins and takes her car keys]
Ashburn: If you are so concerned about taking down a guy like Rojas, when we have just wasted all this time, when I could have stopped a drug lord who’s far more dangerous and supplies to people like Rojas.
Mullins: Bullshit.
Ashburn: Oh, really?
Mullins: Who?
Ashburn: Oh, okay. Do you want to see some bull feces?
[she takes out a file from her bag]
Mullins: I think I said bullshit, is what I said.
Ashburn: Here you go, here’s some bull poo-poo. How’s this for some bull feces?
[Ashburn takes out some photos of dead bodies from the file and holds them up to show Mullins]
Ashburn: How does that look, huh? See that?
[a woman holding a child walks up behind Mullins and looks at the photo’s]
Woman with Kid: Oh, come on. I got a kid here.
Ashburn: Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m very sorry, very sorry.
[the woman walks off]
Ashburn: Wait a minute, this is a bar!


 

[Mullins starts looking through Ashburn’s file]
Ashburn: No, absolutely not. No, no, no.
[she takes the file away from Mullins]
Ashburn: No, no, no, no…
Mullins: Why do I not know who Simon Larkin is?
Ashburn: Uh, that would probably be because the FBI knows more than you do.
Mullins: Uh, anything that’s happening in my neighborhood I have a right to know.
Ashburn: Uh, no, you actually don’t. You want to know, and you do not have the clearance that would allow you to read everything that is on this file. Okay?
[Ashburn turns and starts walking away]
Mullins: Okay. Alright. When bad shit happens in my neighborhood I get a little passionate about it. I shouldn’t have read your files, I went too far.
[Ashburn walks back toward Mullins]
Ashburn: Well, I accept your apology. But you need to understand that this is a highly important case, and the information is highly, highly sensitive. Therefore, we have these clearances…
Mullins: I don’t have the clearances. I don’t have the clearances, right? I mean, you’re, you are, wow, FBI.
Ashburn: Yes.
Mullins: And you are, you’re a Goddamn angel of the law.
Ashburn: Well, I, that’s a little…
Mullins: No, I want you to spread those wings out and just sore…
[Mullins notices a woman walking past them and suddenly pushes her]
Ashburn: Well, I appreciate the sentiment. It’s certainly not…


 

[the woman Mullins pushed turns in anger towards Ashburn, Mullins points her finger at Ashburn]
Drunk Woman: Hey!
[the woman pushes Ashburn]
Drunk Woman: Watch it!
[Ashburn turns and faces the woman]
Ashburn: You watch it, I’m a federal agent.
Drunk Woman: Oh, yeah? Well, guess what? You dick! I’m a federal agent too!
[as Ashburn is distracted, Mullins uses this opportunity to steal the file from her bag]
Drunk Woman: I work at the Post Office!
Ashburn: Well, I appreciate the work you do for us down on the ground. Thank you. Thank you.
Drunk Woman: You bet your ass you do.
[the woman turns and starts walking away]
Ashburn: I can see no one will be getting their mail today, wow.
[Mullins laughs]
Mullins: Good burn. Good burn. You got burned, you big drunk patty!


 

[the woman shouts from the other side of the bar]
Drunk Woman: Eat my fucking Irish ass!
Mullins: Yeah.
Ashburn: So, we are, we are good?
Mullins: Hey…
[Mullins extends her hand toward Ashburn and Ashburn shakes it]
Mullins: Thank you.
Ashburn: Thank you.
Mullins: Hey, America thanks you.
Ashburn: And I, it.
Mullins: And it, you.
Ashburn: Thank you.
[Ashburn turns to walk out the door, Mullins silently cheers her]
Ashburn: Yes. Okay. Good day.
[Ashburn leaves the bar, Mullins then takes out the file she stole from Ashburn]
Mullins: Dumbass.


 

[Mullins visits her brother Jason in prison]
Mullins: So how you been, Jason? You want to talk about Simon Larkin?
Jason Mullins: No, I never heard of him.
Mullins: Don’t fucking lie to me. You’re my Goddamn brother, I know when you’re lying.
Jason Mullins: I’m just a low level guy, okay? I heard of Larkin, but I never met him.
Mullins: Yeah, well he’s a Goddamn animal and I’m trying to keep him from meeting you.
Jason Mullins: What, are you going to storm through Boston and take down a drug lord?
Mullins: Yeah, I might. Have you met me?
[Jason smiles]
Jason Mullins: Yeah, unfortunately.
Mullins: Yeah, shut up.
Jason Mullins: Look, I get out tomorrow. Okay, I’m coming home, I’m going to be fine. I promise, alright?


 

[Ashburn drives to the home of Tatiana, Rojas’ drug supplier, and finds Mullins already there sat in her car, she walks over to Mullins car and knocks on her car window, this makes Mullins jump and she point her gun at Ashburn]
Ashburn: Oh, Jesus!
Mullins: Never approach me if I’m not expecting you!
Ashburn: Jesus Christ! What are you, an animal?! Hey, you know what? You said you would stay off my case and where do I find you? Right here. Right here in front of Tatiana’s apartment.
Mullins: What? I live here.
Ashburn: Oh, okay. That’s hilarious. Yeah, okay. You know what’s not funny? That you stole a confidential FBI case file.
Mullins: Oh, that’s funny. I don’t remember any of that.
Ashburn: I’m going to say this one more time. Stand down, officer.
Mullins: Fuck off, officer.
Ashburn: Oh, okay. Guess what? Now you’ve really done it. I’m going to call my boss.
Mullins: Yeah, you do that, tattle tits!
[Ashburn starts walk away]
Mullins: Fucking nark!
Ashburn: Unbelievable. Unbelievable.


 

[Ashburn calls Hale, she turns to look at Mullins and Mullins gives her the finger]
Hale: Hale.
Ashburn: It’s Ashburn, sir. I’m going to need authorization to suspend a police officer from my investigation, sir.
Hale: Ashburn, why is working with local authorities a problem for you?
Ashburn: Sir, it’s not. I understand how this might sound coming from me, but I think this individual might actually be mentally unstable.
Hale: According to her Captain, she grew up on those streets and she knows them better than anyone. That’s seems like an asset to our investigation.
Ashburn: Sir, I…
Hale: No, no, no, just work with her. Just show me you can do this or forget the promotion.
[Hale ends the call, but Ashburn pretend to carry on the conversation as she walks over to Mullins]
Ashburn: Well, sir, no need, no need to take someone’s badge. I think I can, uh, I think I can work something out, sir. Alright. Thank you. Bye bye.
[she pretends to end the call as she stands by Mullins car]


 

Ashburn: You know, uh, I just, I think just, I think you and I got off on the wrong foot.
Mullins: Oh.
Ashburn: I don’t know Boston, you obviously have a lot of resources and a lot of knowledge about the area. That could be, you know, could be useful.
Mullins: Probably very.
Ashburn: So, uh, maybe we can work together on this.
Mullins: Yeah, I don’t need your help to take down Larkin.
Ashburn: You know, you wouldn’t even have known about Larkin if it wasn’t for me. So obviously I can get information that you can’t, okay? And there’s a lot more where that comes from, a lot.
Mullins: Maybe I just need to hear a little ‘I need your help, Mullins.’
Ashburn: No, I won’t be doing that.
Mullins: Okay, well, get your ass back in your car.
Ashburn: Okay, this is ridiculous. Okay? I’m an FBI agent, you’re a police officer, I’m not…
Mullins: ‘I need your help, Mullins.’
Ashburn: I need your help, Mullins.


 

Mullins: Oh, God. What is this? Is this a whisper party? I want that third floor to hear it. ‘I need your help, Mullins.’ And then maybe you can give me a little echo on the ‘Mullins’.
[Ashburn pauses for a moment before saying loudly]
Ashburn: I need your help, Mullins, Mullins, Mullins, Mullin, Mullin…
[Mullins opens her car door and starts getting out]
Mullins: Move, move, move! God! Even doing that you’re annoying. I will work with you as long as we are clear that this is my case.
Ashburn: That’s actually not correct.
[Mullins starts walking off]
Ashburn: This isn’t your…
Mullins: Awesome. Glad you see it my way.


 

[as they cross the street to go to Tatiana’s apartment building, Ashburn distracts Mullins and walks ahead of her]
Ashburn: Careful of the car.
Mullins: Dammit.
[they both run towards the apartment building door and try to open the door at the same time]
Mullins: Stand down, I got it.
Ashburn: Will you just…will you just let go.
Mullins: I got it.
Ashburn: I have it.
Mullins: I got it.
Ashburn: Just let…
Mullins: I got it.
[neither lets go of the door and they both open it and walk into the building together]


 

[as they are walking up the stairs to Tatiana’s apartment they see a woman come out of her apartment with a bucket of dirty water and she throws the water over the balcony]
Ashburn: Ma’am, you, uh…
[the woman ignores her and goes back into her apartment]
Mullins: Just go, just go.
[they then reach Tatiana’s door]
Ashburn: Okay, now just let me take the lead on this. I’m a trained interviewer.
Mullins: Interviewer? What are you, fucking Barbara Walters? I just thought we were going to go in there and bring in some heat on.
Ashburn: I’m sorry. What does, what does that even mean? What does that mean?
Mullins: Me and you, we’re ‘the heat’. We go in there, we interrogate her, we scare the shit out of her.
Ashburn: See, we don’t say interrogation, it’s much too aggressive. Rule number one, catch more with sugar than the stick.
Mullins: That’s a horrible fucking saying.
Ashburn: Okay, well, what we like to do is, is create a genuine personal interest in the subject allowing them to open up. But from then I’m going to, uh, perform instant personality assessment based on Myers-Briggs theory, uh, Thematic Apperception Test, and a few, well, few others I won’t, I won’t bore you with.
Mullins: Oh, my God. Well that’s, I am balls deep in boredom. Alright, as long as you don’t do that whole Goddamn long explanation again, we’ll try it your way first. Only because you’re older.
Ashburn: Oh, my God.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins both knock on Tatiana’s door until she opens the door]
Ashburn: Tatiana Krumula, I’m Special Agent Sarah Ashburn and this is Detective Mullins…
[at the same time Mullins holds out her badge]
Mullins: Detective Mullins.
Ashburn: Detective Mullins. And we’d like to ask you a few questions, if you could give us a moment.
Tatiana: Oh, sure. You know, now is bad.
Ashburn: Oh.
Tatiana: I’m making butter.
Ashburn: Oh, oh…
Tatiana: How about another time?
Ashburn: Well if you could just give us…
[Tatiana goes to shut the door, but Mullins stops her]
Mullins: How about right fucking now?
Ashburn: You know, if you could just give us…
Mullins: How’s that?
[Mullins barges into the apartment pushing Ashburn aside]
Mullins: Right fucking now!


 

[Tatiana takes them into her living room]
Ashburn: Well, Tatiana, thank you. This is very kind of you.
[they sit on the couch and Ashburn takes out her notebook]
Ashburn: So, how long have you lived here?
Tatiana: I’ve lived here since I moved in.
[Ashburn makes a note in her book]
Ashburn: Okay, that’s very very helpful. Okay, we’ll get a little bit more specific. Uh, what do you do for a living?
Mullins: I know what this asshole does for a living.
Tatiana: What you know, asshole?
[to Mullins]
Ashburn: Okay, sugar, no stick.
[to Tatiana]
Ashburn: It is Bulgarian, is it not?
Tatiana: No, I’m fucking French.
Mullins: Oh, jeez.
Ashburn: Tatiana…


 

[Ashburn starts speaking in Bulgarian]
Tatiana: I don’t understand what you’re saying.
Mullins: Nice bullshit Bulgarian.
Ashburn: Okay, you know what? That was perfect Bulgarian.
Tatiana: I mean, I don’t understand what you’re talking about? Why I go to jail when I don’t do shit?
[to Mullins]
Ashburn: Ah! Okay. So, she did understand what I was saying. She just didn’t understand the context in which I said it, right?
Tatiana: Oh, sweet God.
Mullins: Okay. Okay. Alright, Rosetta Stone, you’re done.


 

[Mullins sits next to Tatiana on the couch and she sinks in]
Mullins: Oh, Jesus. How many porns have been made on this couch?
Tatiana: Oh, this couch not up to your satisfaction? You’re not comfy?
Mullins: I’ll get comfy, when my foot’s up your ass.
Tatiana: Wow.
Mullins: That’ll make me really comfy.
[turning to Ashburn]
Mullins: Don’t poke me. Don’t poke me.
[turning to Tatiana]
Mullins: Listen, Tatiana, I want to get really real. You ready to get real, Tatiana?
Tatiana: Let’s get real.
Mullins: Okay, we both know you’ve been blowing shit up your nose all day. Man, I get it. There’s nothing more I’d love to do, than slip into my camisole, put my feet up, have a little smack, real good time, maybe couple of cold ones, some chip and deep, watch some cartoons. I then get a big bowl of fucking coke, I just put my face right in it, cut it with a little Ritalin. Heaven on fucking earth, right?
Tatiana: Sure.
Mullins: I’d camp out all week for tickets to that show.
Ashburn: Hey, what, what is this, Training Day?
Mullins: All fucking week I’d camp out for that. But you, you piece of shit, you’ve been rolling deep for a long time. And now it’s time you open up that Goddamn mouth and tell us what we want to know.
Tatiana: You got good point. I tell you what, I open my mouth, you get the fuck out of my house now! How’s that for open mouth? Fuck out! Get fuck out!
Mullins: I’ll get the fuck out, slut.
Ashburn: Alright.


 

[as Mullins rises from the couch, she pushes the full ashtray toward Ashburn]
Mullins: You should really stop smoking, cause, uh, it’s an awfully bad habit. You’re leaving half your lipstick in the ashtray.
[Ashburn notices that in the full ashtray one cigarette that’s different to Tatiana’s]
Mullins: I had a, uh, great aunt who lost most of her teeth to, uh, smoking.
Tatiana: Good to know.
Mullins: A lot of fist fights too, but, uh, mostly smoking. You know what, we’re going to get out of your hair. So we’re just going to…
[Mullins points to the closed door in front of her]
Tatiana: That is not front door.
[suddenly Mullins kicks in the closed door, there’s a woman sat on the toilet, Mullins points her gun and shouts]
Mullins: Put your hands where I can fucking see them! Don’t fucking move!
[Ashburn uses this opportunity to get the cigarette from the ashtray]


 

Mullins: What is this, your drug mule?
Ashburn: Oh, my gosh! Oh, my goodness!
Tatiana: That’s my mother!
Mullins: Huh, did you blow a horse up your ass?
Tatiana: You broke my fucking door!
[Ashburn comes up behind Mullins and pushes her arm down]
Ashburn: Stand down, officer.
Mullins: Who closes the door to take a shit?
Ashburn: Humans.
Tatiana: Get out! Get out now!
Mullins: I’ll get out.
[Mullins throws a piece of Tatiana’s clothing at her as she walks off]
Tatiana: Don’t touch my underpants! Get out, bull in china shop. Out of my house. What the fuck’s wrong with you?
[Ashburn and Mullins leave her apartment]


 

[after leaving Tatiana’s apartment]
Ashburn: Wow, you are just all stick and no sugar.
Mullins: Did you get the cigarette or not?
Ashburn: Uh, yeah, yeah. Of course I did.
Mullins: Yeah. I snagged these matches too. I think our guy likes to go to Club Ekko.
[they start walking down the stairs, Ashburn takes out a plastic bag for the matches]
Ashburn: Okay, hold on.
Mullins: Really?
Ashburn: Yes, yes, really. Let’s find out, shall we?
Mullins: Alright. Hang on. I touched a specimen, I need to wash my hands.


 

[Mullins opens the apartment door next to her and enters inside]
Ashburn: Wait a minute. You do live here?
Mullins: That’s what I said.
[Ashburn walks into the apartment and looks around]
Ashburn: Oh. Wow, your windows are all boarded up.
Mullins: Yeah, I’ve got the glass. I just don’t have the, you know, the window blankets.
Ashburn: The curtains? You mean the curtains?
Mullins: Whatever. Okay?


 

[Ashburn notices a family photo on Mullins apartment wall]
Mullins: That’s just my family.
Ashburn: Oh, yeah. That’s sweet.
Mullins: You want something to eat? I didn’t finish my submarine sandwich from the other day.
Ashburn: Oh, God, no. Thank you. Thank you.
Mullins: Well, I’m sorry I don’t have poached eggs in rubies for you.
Ashburn: No, I don’t, I don’t mean to be rude. But one could catch a MRSA infection in here, that’s all.
Mullins: Yeah, what part of that wasn’t rude?
Ashburn: Just for your, for your own wellbeing. I mean, for example, that door. That door has absolutely no way of locking. Someone could barge in at any moment, it’s not safe…
Mullins: No one’s coming in here, cause they know I keep this fully stocked.
[she opens her refrigerator which is fully stocked in weapons]
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
Mullins: Yeah, I know.


 

[looking at the guns in the refrigerator]
Ashburn: A Marlin 1894 CB?
Mullins: Yeah.
Ashburn: Is that a FN PS90?
Mullins: Yeah. Nice one.
Ashburn: You have all this in your house?
Mullins: Yeah. You didn’t even mention my baby. Look at this?
[she takes out an RPG]
Ashburn: Wow. Oh. Wow.
Mullins: My little pride and joy. Yeah. This little beauty could vaporize an above ground pool. If you didn’t want the pool anymore, you know?
Ashburn: No kidding.
Mullins: Pretty, huh?
Ashburn: Yeah. How do you refuse that sales pitch, huh?
Mullins: You don’t, unless you’re an asshole.


 

[Ashburn picks up a grenade]
Ashburn: I haven’t seen one of these since World War II.
Mullins: No! God, that occasionally ticks. Put it back slowly, slowly!
[Ashburn moves her hand to place the grenade back in the refrigerator]
Ashburn: I’m sorry.
Mullins: Like half that speed.
Ashburn: God, okay.
Mullins: Half that speed!
[Ashburn moves really slowly to place the grenade pack]
Mullins: Stop shaking, put your pinky down.
[Ashburn finally puts the grenade back in its place and Mullins closes the refrigerator door]
Mullins: I got it on eBay, it was supposed to be bigger and different. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to bad feedback his ass, so.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins are at the FBI Boston Field Office meeting with Levy]
Levy: Alright, ladies. Here’s the DNA results from the book of matches and the cigarette butt you got from Tatiana’s. We pulled two sets of prints, first ones a real nut job. Look at this, reckless driving, assault, arson
[they all look at the monitor and see that it’s a photo of Mullins next to the finger prints]
Levy: Oh, God.
[to Mullins]
Ashburn: Really?
[referring to Levy]
Mullins: Who the fuck is this guy?
Ashburn: He’s my assistant. What…
[to Ashburn]
Levy: Uh, you know I’m an agent, right?
[to Mullins]
Ashburn: Arson?
Mullins: It was a drug house.
Ashburn: I really feel the need to finish reading your files, because this is just…
Mullins: I feel the need for you to stay out of my business so don’t I don’t punch you in the teeth.
Ashburn: Okay. Okay. Alright.
[to Levy]
Ashburn: What did you find out about the cigarette?
Levy: Okay. Hank LeSoire, local business man, got tons of ties to the drug world, black market as well as prostitution rings, co-owner of Club Ekko.
Ashburn: Let’s see if we can find our distributor.


 

[Mullins leans in front of Ashburn as she goes LeSoire’s photo on the computer]
Ashburn: Can you back that up please?
Mullins: Back up to which way?
Ashburn: That.
[Ashburn taps Mullins breast, which is leaning against her arm]
Mullins: Hey! I’m not into you!
Ashburn: Your breast is invading my space.
Mullins: Well, keep your finger out of my areola!
Ashburn: Well, contain your areola!
[Mullins hits Ashburn on her breast]
Mullins: There, now we’re even.


 

[looking at LeSoire’s photo’s which shows him talking on his cell phone in each of the photos]
Ashburn: Well, he looks like a real Chatty Cathy. Did you tap the phone?
Levy: I haven’t been able to. The guy gets a new prepaid every other week, by the time I can get his phone number and hack in he’s got a new one.
Mullins: Well, let’s get a bug on the when this guy does have. I want to know what he’s saying this week.
Ashburn: Yeah, just get a court order and a bug and we’ll just do it ourselves.
Levy: If you’re going to boss me around you can at least buy me dinner first.
Ashburn: No.
Levy: Okay. Cool.
[Ashburn turns and walks away]
Levy: I’ll get that to you ASAP.
Mullins: You got to work on your game, that was weak.
Levy: What? I thought I was being charming.
Mullins: I don’t know what to say to that. Now I just feel bad for you.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins walk out of the FBI building and walking down the street]
Ashburn: Okay. So, LeSoire co-owns Club Ekko. Let’s get over there and start surveilling and figure out how to get that bug in his phone. Tell me everything you know about it?
Mullins: It’s just a shitty club down town, I’ve never been inside of it, but there was always a line of awful people around the corner and they’ve called PD a couple of times to break up fights. Oh, shit.
Ashburn: What’s wrong?
Mullins: Just don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look! Just act like we’re talking.
[a man selling stuff on the sidewalk turns as he sees Mullins]
Robin: Hey, Shannon.
Mullins: Hey, Robin.
Robin: I really enjoyed our night together, Shannon, and then you just disappeared on me.
Mullins: Yeah, I know, I was there.
Robin: Well, can I take you to dinner and a movie or something?
Mullins: Oh, buddy, do you not hear how pathetic everything out of your mouth sounds? I mean there’s a girl out there for you, but it’s not, it’s not me.
[referring to Ashburn, who’s standing next to her]
Mullins: Maybe it’s her. Her lady business is like an old dirty attic full of broken Christmas lights and like doll shoes and shit. Why don’t you clean that out for her?
[Mullins starts walking off; to Robin as she starts to walks away]
Ashburn: Uh, that’s a, that’s a misrepresentation of my vagina.


 

[Ashburn catches up with Mullins]
Ashburn: Ah, well. What was that about?
Mullins: I sleep with the guy one time and he wants to get married to you. Jesus Christ.
Ashburn: Yeah, I know what you mean.
[as they continue walking down the street a car pulls up beside them and honks its horn, they see a woman giving the finger to Mullins as she drives by]
Ashburn: Who is that?
Mullins: My mom.


 

[later that night, Mullins and Ashburn are staking out outside Club Ekko, Mullins is listening to the baseball game on the radio and as she turns the volume up, Ashburn turns off the radio]
Ashburn: How about I tell you a little something about myself?
Mullins: Oh, God.
Ashburn: Let’s see, I went to undergrad at Yale. I have been with the Bureau for about twelve years. Um, up for a promotion. See I caught the, uh, I caught the Red Falls killer.
Mullins: Yeah, I remember thinking that guy was innocent.
Ashburn: Yeah, he’s been in jail for eleven months. So I may be a horrible person if any of what you said was actually factual.
Mullins: Well, you can just tell the judge you fucked up.
Ashburn: I didn’t. I did not F up.
Mullins: Listen, don’t get your panties in a wad.
Ashburn: They’re not wadded. I’m just, my…
Mullins: I’m intuitive, I say what I feel. I’m usually right.
Ashburn: Oh.
Mullins: Take it or leave it.
Ashburn: Oh, I did, I didn’t know.
[at that moment they see LeSoire arrive at his is club and walk in]
Mullins: Okay. Alright. There’s our guy.
Ashburn: I see him as well.
[they both leave the car]


 

[Ashburn and Mullins enter LeSoire’s club]
Mullins: There he is, over there.
[they look over and see LeSoire sat a table surrounded by his men]
Mullins: We got to get past those body guards.
Ashburn: We’re not going to have to because he’s going to come to us.
Mullins: What?
[Ashburn turns and starts walking through the crowd of people in the club]
Ashburn: Excuse me. Step aside, please.


 

[they find a quiet corner in the club]
Ashburn: Alright. This is going to go fast. When I pull the alarm, the crowds are going to heard toward the two exits. He’s going to head towards the nearest one, which is north east, and we’ll bump into him in the crowd and we’ll grab the cell, place the bug within the phone, tell him he dropped his phone. It’s something I like to call a ‘cop drop’.
Mullins: Yeah, got it.
Ashburn: Okay, here we go.
[as Ashburn goes to pull the fire alarm mounted on the wall it falls apart]
Ashburn: My, God. There are absolutely no wires attached to this thing. And what is that? Is that gum? Is that, is that ceiling putty?
[Ashburn pokes inside the alarm box]
Mullins: Don’t touch it, it’s a condom.
[Ashburn starts hurling in disgust]


 

[referring to LeSoire]
Mullins: Alright, he’s on the move.
[they see LeSoire getting up and going to the dance floor with some women]
Mullins: Okay, we got to get out there and shake our asses like the rest of the foxes.
Ashburn: Oh, yes, yes, yes. Dancing to get close to him. That is a fantastic idea. Okay, here we go.
[Ashburn starts walking onto the dance floor]
Mullins: Jesus. Don’t, don’t…
[Mullins stops Ashburn from getting onto the dance floor]
Ashburn: What, what, what? Why are we…?
Mullins: Don’t do anything you’re doing.
Ashburn: He’s over that way.
Mullins: Just let’s go find a bathroom.


 

[they enter the bathroom at the club]
Ashburn: I told you, I don’t have to use the bathroom.
Mullins: Did I ask you about your bathroom habits? You are killing us out there, you don’t fit in! Take off that fucking jacket.
Ashburn: This is a good jacket.
Mullins: Really? Cause you look like you’re going to set up a table and do their fucking taxes! Take off your jacket.
Ashburn: Oh, my God. This is ridiculous.
[Ashburn takes off her jacket]
Mullins: Your shitty jacket? Oh, my God.
Ashburn: Okay, okay. Jacket’s off, okay. Jacket is off.
[as Ashburn is neatly folding her jacket, Mullins grabs it from her hand and puts it aside]
Mullins: I can’t watch whatever process is about to happen. Now, unbutton your buttons.
Ashburn: I’m a Federal Agent!
Mullins: Yeah, I know, and you look like one.
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
[Ashburn starts unbuttoning her shirt buttons]
Mullins: You think you’re going to bump into him and he’s not going to think something’s up?
[Ashburn finishes unbuttoning her shirt up to her cleavage]
Ashburn: Okay, how’s that? Is that good? Is that good? Can we go?
Mullins: I don’t know how it’s happening, I think it’s getting worse. My fear is that I’m going to put you in a bikini and you’ll still look like a fucking bank teller.
Ashburn: Okay, do you have to use that language? Do you?
Mullins: I’m trying to make a point! I’m saying your face, and whatever is underneath this shitty outfit is maybe not terrible.


 

Ashburn: I’ll have you know, I dress appropriately. I…
Mullins: I got it. It’s when this…
[Mullins points to Ashburn’s mouth]
Mullins: Your big flapping mouth starts running, then you put this get up on top of it. And it’s just a, it’s a boner killer. And I’m going to help you.
[Mullins goes to grab hold of her shirt]
Ashburn: What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?
Mullins: I just want you to shut up.
Ashburn: Oh, my God. I just…
[Mullins starts cutting her shirt sleeve]
Ashburn: Oh, my God!
Mullins: Just shut up.
Ashburn: I only bought five of these to Boston!
Mullins: Then I’ll cut the other four.


 

[Mullins finishes cutting off the sleeve]
Mullins: God, that’s a terrible fabric. Just get that off your wrist.
[Ashburn takes off the cut off sleeve as Mullins starts cutting the other sleeve off]
Ashburn: This was one of my favorite ones.
Mullins: Well, stop! Take it off. Take it off!
Ashburn: Just give me a second! I’ll take it off!
[Ashburn takes off the cut off sleeves from her arms and looks in the mirror]
Ashburn: Okay, I look like I’ve been attacked.
Mullins: That’s not my fault.
Ashburn: Well, no, it’s my fault?


 

Mullins: Let me even out the bottom.
[Mullins kneels and starts cutting Ashburn’s trousers]
Ashburn: Okay, would you just stop carving up my clothes!
[Ashburn pulls her leg away]
Mullins: Stop! I’m making shorts! Everybody likes shorts.
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
Mullins: Jesus. Hold still!
[Mullins goes back to cutting off the legs of her trousers]
Ashburn: Oh, please. Just, well, that feels awkward, weird. Just don’t touch that area.
Mullins: Well, don’t duck down, you’re going to suck my hand up there.
Ashburn: Will you stop pulling my pants off?


 

[after Mullins finishes cutting off Ashburn’s trouser legs]
Mullins: Jesus.
Ashburn: What?
Mullins: What are those?
[we see Ashburn is wearing spanx under her trousers, Mullins pulls at the fabric]
Mullins: What are those?
Ashburn: Stop! Stop it! These are my spanx. They hold everything together.
Mullins: Why? What’s going to come fucking popping out?
Ashburn: Nothing! It just keeps everything where it’s supposed to be, like in…
Mullins: Shit, like medically?
Ashburn: No. No, not medically. Just to, it keeps it right where it’s supposed to be.
Mullins: You got to, you got to vent that furnace.
Ashburn: Okay.
Mullins: That’s a lot of compression and heat.
Ashburn: It gets plenty of ventilation, thank you.
Mullins: My hands a foot off and it’s on fire.
Ashburn: Okay. Okay. Well then, why did you cut these shorts shorter because no one can see my cervix yet? Go ahead.
Mullins: I’ll cut them short.
Ashburn: No, I, stop it! We’re finished.


 

Ashburn: Okay, let’s just do you now.
[Ashburn goes to grab Mullins shirt, but Mullins knocks her hands aside]
Mullins: I don’t need, I don’t need that.
Ashburn: What do you mean?
Mullins: I put out my sexuality through motion. When this starts going, it’s all, you’ll get it.
Ashburn: So I have to look like this, and you get to look like that?
Mullins: I know, it’s not fair.


 

[Mullins and Ashburn, with her cut off sleeves and trousers, walk out of the bathroom]
Mullins: Hit it.
[Ashburn stands with her legs apart, trying to look sexy]
Mullins: What are you looking at?
Chris Gethard: I like how your friend’s shorts make me feel in my shorts. I am sorry, that was much cruder than I meant it to be.
[to Mullins]
Ashburn: Stand corrected on the shorts. Let’s proceed.
[Ashburn starts walking off onto the dance floor, Mullins follows behind her]
Mullins: Oh, God. I’m dead.


 

[spotting LeSoire on the dance floor]
Ashburn: Ah, one o’clock. One o’clock.
Mullins: Let’s do this.
Ashburn: Alright.
[they both start dancing and walking closer to LeSoire]
Mullins: Get in there. Get in there.
[as they try to get close to LeSoire through all the dancers on the floor]
Ashburn: How do you, how do you get in? I don’t know how you get in.
Mullins: Back it in. Get your hands in, get your hands in.
[Mullins keeps pushing Ashburn closer to LeSoire]
Ashburn: Okay, thank you.
Mullins: Do the fucking cop drop!
[Mullins pushes Ashburn’s head down]
Ashburn: I’m trying!
Mullins: Do the fucking cop drop!
Ashburn: I can’t do it from this position!
[as Mullins goes to get closer to LeSoire again, Mullins sees the man that had like Ashburn earlier coming onto the dance floor]
Mullins: No. No. No! No!
[Gethard starts dancing and unbuttoning his shirt as he dances]


 

[trying to get closer to LeSoire again on the dance floor]
Ashburn: Okay, coming in one more time.
[Ashburn pulls away a woman in her way]
Ashburn: Get her away. Get her away.
[Mullins pulls the woman away]
Mullins: I got her. I got her! I got her! You’re like a fucking mess.
[LeSoire goes up next to the woman he’s dancing with]
LeSoire: Picture time!
[he holds up his phone to take a photo and at that moment Ashburn walks past and knocks his hand which makes him drop his phone]
LeSoire: Dammit. Somebody get my phone?
Ashburn: I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it.
[Ashburn goes to pick up the phone but the man from earlier on gets to the phone first and picks it up]
Ashburn: Let go! Let go! Let go!
[he gives the phone back to LeSoire]
LeSoire: Thanks a lot, bro. Close a couple of buttons, club policy.


 

[Ashburn starts pushing Gethard with anger]
Ashburn: A-hole! A-hole!
LeSoire: Here we go.
[more dancers start surrounding LeSoire again]
Mullins: I got the orange one.
[Ashburn looks exhausted]
Ashburn: Oh, my God. I need some water.
[as she goes to walk off the dance floor, Gethard comes up to her and starts dancing]
Ashburn: Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
[Mullins starts pushing Gethard away]
Mullins: I will fucking kill you! I will fucking kill you.


 

Ashburn: Where is he? Where is he?
[they see LeSoire surrounded by women again on the dance floor]
Mullins: Get in, get in. Let’s go.
Ashburn: Coming in one more time.
[Ashburn starts to push in through the women]
Ashburn: Get her out of the way. Get her away.
Mullins: Jesus, there’s too many of them.
[Ashburn and Mullins manage to pull the woman around LeSoire aside and Ashburn starts dancing with LeSoire]
LeSoire: Your moves are weird as shit.
Ashburn: Yeah?
LeSoire: But I love it.


 

[Ashburn starts touching his hair]
Ashburn: You have really soft hair.
LeSoire: Oh, yeah. It’s the shampoo move.
[to Ashburn]
Mullins: Use your boobs. Use your boobs!
[pushing LeSoire’s head down towards her cleavage]
Ashburn: You see these?
LeSoire: Oh, my God.
Ashburn: See these?
LeSoire: Oh, my God. I’m looking. I’m liking, oh.
Mullins: Shake it, shake it,
[Ashburn pulls his head down into her chest, a woman comes towards them but Ashburn and Mullins push her aside]
LeSoire: Oh, what is this? What’s going on?
[Ashburn starts feeling LeSoire’s body for his phone]
LeSoire: Oh, yeah. Here we go!
[suddenly another woman comes up close to them but Mullins pushes her away]
LeSoire: Oh, God. Back it in.


 

[Ashburn finishes feeling LeSoire’s legs for his phone, she comes up to continue dancing with him]
Ashburn: Hi.
LeSoire: Hi. You know, you’re the first chick over forty to give me a boner.
Ashburn: Great. Great.
LeSoire: want to go get a drink?
Ashburn: Okay. Yeah.
[Ashburn looks as Mullins as she leaves with LeSoire, Mullins continues dancing then sees Gethard dancing towards her]
Mullins: Maybe. Maybe.


 

[LeSoire is sat in a quiet corner of the club with Ashburn next to him]
LeSoire: It’s the only reason girls hit on me I think, you know?
Ashburn: Oh, sorry. Yeah.
LeSoire: Cause every night the hottest chicks they come in here, they’re like, there’s LeSoire. Short skirts, too much makeup, just looking like fucking Gremlins, right?
Ashburn: Oh, I hate that.
[Ashburn goes to grab his phone, which is on the table next to him, but he grabs her hand]
LeSoire: Don’t feed them after midnight, right?
Ashburn: Yeah.
LeSoire: Turn into more sluts.


 

[Mullins is at the bar keeping an eye on Ashburn and LeSoire from a distance, she turns to the bartender]
Mullins: Give me a whiskey?
[back to Ashburn and LeSoire, she points to a statue behind them]
Ashburn: I just noticed that lion, that lion. It’s just, that…
LeSoire: Fuck. Who the fuck keeps putting lions in the back?
[back to Mullins at the bar; the bartender pours her a drink]
Club Ekko Bartender: Fourteen dollars.
Mullins: Fourteen dollars? Is it magic fucking whiskey? Do I get a motorcycle with it? Is it going to be served with Jesus’s shoe?
[back to Ashburn and LeSoire]
Ashburn: Can I sit on your lap?
LeSoire: Obviously.
Ashburn: Okay. Alright.


 

[Ashburn sits on his lap]
LeSoire: Yeah. I like where this is going.
Ashburn: Me too, me too.
[Mullins turns from the bar and starts walking towards them]
LeSoire: My nephew knows Seal. I’m trying to get Seal to come up in here.
Ashburn: Oh, I would love to…
[Ashburn starts to grab LeSoire’s phone from the table]
LeSoire: I’m having a big foam party…
Ashburn: Yeah…
[at that moment Mullins walks up to them acting drunk]
Mullins: Hey! Hey!
[she trips on the table in front of her causing a distraction]
Ashburn: So sorry.
[Ashburn quickly grabs LeSoire’s phone and swaps the card inside the phone]
Ashburn: I’m so sorry.


 

[to Mullins, who’s acting drunk]
LeSoire: Drunk, bitch.
LeSoire’s Henchman: Get out of here, guys.
Ashburn: This woman’s behaving like a five year old. I’m so sorry.
[Ashburn goes to help Mullins and Mullins picks her up on her back]
Ashburn: Sorry.
[Mullins circles around herself with Ashburn on her back]
Mullins: I’m a pony!
Ashburn: Sorry. Sorry.
[to his men]
LeSoire: Get her the fuck out of here. Yeah, take her home.
LeSoire’s Henchman: Okay, pony. Let’s go.
Mullins: Hey, I got to drive the school bus tomorrow. It’s my shift, it’s my shift.
[Ashburn starts dragging Mullins away]
LeSoire: I didn’t get your number.
Ashburn: I’ll find you. I’ll find you.
[Ashburn and Mullins leave the club and drive off]


 

[as Ashburn and Mullins drive away from the club a van starts following them]
Mullins: Oh, pretty nice, right?
Ashburn: I have to say that was pretty awesome.
Mullins: It really was bad. Put her there.
[Mullins raises her hand for a high five, but Ashburn doesn’t realize what she has to do]
Ashburn: Put her there.
Mullins: Yeah. No, put her, put her there.
[Ashburn gives her hand to Mullins and shakes it]
Mullins: Don’t do that.
Ashburn: What?
Mullins: You just make it odd. I’m trying so hard not to lash out at you and you make it really fucking impossible.
[Ashburn notices in the rear view mirror that they are being followed by the van, she quickly takes a turn and speeds up the car]


 

Mullins: What was that about?
Ashburn: We got company.
Mullins: Oh, shit.
[Mullins takes out her gun]
Ashburn: Hold on, I can lose them.
Mullins: Do you want me to take the wheel?
Ashburn: No, I was a precision driver at Quantico. They thought I was the instructor, I was that good.
[Ashburn tries to lose the van but they keep following them]
Ashburn: Shit!
Mullins: Lose them!
Ashburn: What do you think I’m trying to do?
[Mullins tries to take over the wheel]
Ashburn: Stop it, stop it! I got it!


 

[after Ashburn manages to get away from the van following them]
Ashburn: And that, that is how you lose a tail.
Mullins: Nicely done.
Ashburn: Yes.
Mullins: I’m surprised.
[at that moment they notice the van following behind them again]
Mullins: Our friends are back.
Ashburn: Aah!
Mullins: I got it, I got it, I got it. Tag out.
[Mullins starts getting out of her car seat]
Ashburn: What are you doing?
Mullins: I’ll show you how you stop a tail.
Ashburn: What are you doing? Just tell me what you’re doing.
Mullins: Watch out!
[suddenly Mullins puts her foot on the break making the van crash into them]


 

[Mullins and Ashburn quickly get out of the car and point their guns at the drivers of the van who have also got out their van and raised their weapons]
Ashburn: FBI! Drop your weapon!
[as Ashburn notices the driver of the van]
Ashburn: Oh, my God!
Mullins: What the hell is that?
Ashburn: I don’t know.
[we see that they are referring to the albino man pointing his gun and badge at them]
Craig: Special Agent Garrett, DEA. Drop it!
Mullins: No, seriously, what the fuck are you?
Craig: What are you, fucking deaf? I just told you! DEA! Drop your fucking gun! Now!
[Mullins and Ashburn lower their guns]
Mullins: Shit.


 

Ashburn: I’m very sorry about earlier. I just thought you were an assassin, because of your weapon.
Mullins: And because you look evil as shit.
Craig: Yeah, I get it. Alright? I’m an albino, so I look like a bad guy. Right?
Ashburn: No, no. That’s not…
Mullins: Yeah, yeah.
Ashburn: That’s not what we were.
Craig: Yeah, well I’m DEA. Let me tell you something, two months we’ve been sitting on that club and then you two come in here one night like a couple of fucking amateurs and you almost blow the whole thing!
Ashburn: Alright. Obviously you have no idea who you’re speaking with. I’m Federal Agent Sarah Ashburn, I…
Craig: Yes, I’m sure your credentials are quite impressive, as is your choice of wardrobe there. Nice hot pants, you might want to try shaving above the knee next time.
[he looks over at his partner, Adam, who’s chuckling]
Mullins: Are you giving beauty tips? Do you own a fucking mirror?


 

Craig: Listen to me, alright? This whole ‘female professionals in the workplace thing’, man, I’m fine with it, alright? But here’s the problem, with all due respect, with you people, is that you get all excited, you let your emotions take over, your hormones kick in, you’re riding the cotton pony. The next thing you know, your complimenting the bad guy on his fucking couch!
Mullins: Oh, with all due respect to you, who’s your wife? A five pound bag of flour with a hole in it?
Adam: Hey, hey, hey! Hey, listen, ma’am, we’ve been cramped inside this van for two months. Alright? And we’re not going to let you swoop in from out of nowhere and take all the credit.
Craig: I don’t want to see you two anywhere near this case. We have got informants everywhere, we’ve got surveillance everywhere. We do not need the two of you coming in with your estrogen, flying at full speed, sticking out in the middle of broad daylight fucking things up for us! Cause the two of us are going to bring these guys in!
[at that moment Mullins notices the surveillance footage from the van and sees Jason hanging out with LeSoire and Julian, she starts walking away]
Mullins: Fuck you, chalk-balls!
Craig: Not even on your Birthday, sweetheart.
[Ashburn also notices the surveillance footage and realizes why Mullins is walking away]
Craig: That’s right, keep walking.
Ashburn: This isn’t over. Okay?
[Ashburn start walking away, then turns back]
Ashburn: FYI, women were, we were born with hair on our legs.
Craig: Yeah.


 

[later that night, as Ashburn drives Mullins to her apartment]
Mullins: You don’t have to stop.
[Mullins goes to open the car door as Ashburn is still driving]
Ashburn: No. What are you doing? Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh, woh!
[Ashburn manages to stop Mullins and pull over the car]
Ashburn: Okay, do you want to tell me what was wrong back there?
Mullins: Nothing.
Ashburn: I saw your face when you were looking at the footage. It looked like you saw someone you knew. Possibly your brother?
Mullins: You did not read that from my fucking face. You read my file, didn’t you? God, you’re an asshole!
Ashburn: Okay. Yes, I read your file. But it is my job to know everything about a case, including who I work with.
Mullins: I don’t like that.
Ashburn: We should talk to him tomorrow. Where is he?
Mullins: Probably at my parents.
Ashburn: Well then, let’s go to your parents.
Mullins: I can’t, no. I can’t go to my parents.
Ashburn: Why?
Mullins: I’m the one that put him in jail.
Ashburn: Okay, never mind.
Mullins: It’s not like I liked doing it. You know, he got mixed up with a lot of really bad people and then he started, he started using that shit. And I just had to get him out of there.
Ashburn: You know, ironically a lot of people become addicted when they’re in prison. I think it’s like, eight, eighty five percent of the inmates require treatment.
Mullins: I hate you.
Ashburn: Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.
[Mullins opens the car door and starts getting out]
Ashburn: But you know, I actually wasn’t finished. I was going to say…
[Mullins shuts the car door and starts walking away; to herself]
Ashburn: Why can’t you just be quite.


 

[the next morning, thinking someone’s broken into her apartment, Ashburn takes out her gun and as she looks around she finds Mullins in the living room reading her yearbook]
Ashburn: What the F?!
[referring to the curtains]
Mullins: These are cloth, they’re nice.
Ashburn: I could have shot you!
Mullins: Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not like someone invading your privacy?
Ashburn: Oh, come on. I glanced at your file. You broke into my home!
Mullins: I care about who I’m working with too.
[referring to the things inside the boxes in the room]
Mullins: And it’s a little uncomfortable that you feel the need to travel with trophies.
Ashburn: Okay, well, it’s not what you think. They moved me up here, they rented this apartment, and this is all my stuff.
Mullins: These four shitty sad boxes? This is it? This is your life?
Ashburn: Yes.
Mullins: Oh, God. That couldn’t be any sadder if you threw it all in the trash bag and started dragging it behind you.
Ashburn: Oh, my word. You use coffee filters for toilet paper at your house.
Mullins: I’m buying them anyway, they have a dual purpose.
Ashburn: It’s not what they’re for.
Mullins: Yeah, real fancy pants. I see it. I see it in here.


 

[looking at Ashburn’s yearbook]
Mullins: It looks like you were pretty cool in high school, huh?
Ashburn: Yes. Yes. I was, but…
[Mullins turns the book around and shows her Ashburn’s photo in the book]
Mullins: Because you weren’t.
[she points to Ashburn’s photo, where she’s wearing glasses and braces]
Mullins: You know what that girl’s not? That girl’s not cool. My favorite part is you only have two signatures, both by teachers. Mrs. Burk said, ‘Have a good summer.’ That’s a personal touch. And then my real favorite is this one, ‘It’ll get better.’
Ashburn: Yes. Fine.
Mullins: Okay, now we’re even.
Ashburn: Okay.


 

[referring to the photo of Ashburn holding her old neighbor’s cat]
Mullins: I see you have a cat.
Ashburn: Yep.
Mullins: Is he around, cause I kind of like to, you know, pet him and stuff.
Ashburn: He ran away, uh, when I was in New York.
Mullins: Oh, God. That kind of tears me up.
Ashburn: Yeah, it was, um, it was a loss.
Mullins: Your cat got one look at your shitty life and said, ‘no fucking thanks, man. I am out of here.’
Ashburn: I’m still kind of just grieving a little bit about it.
Mullins: That fucking tabby is an asshole, that’s what he is.


 

[looking at the photo of the cat]
Mullins: Fuck you. Fuck you. That’s what I say to that cat. Goddammit.
[Mullins rises from the couch, walks over to Ashburn and suddenly hugs her]
Mullins: Such a shitty, shitty, low life. I mean, you can’t even keep a cat.
[as Mullins is holding onto Ashburn, she starts patting her hard on the back]
Ashburn: You know, that hurts a little bit.
Mullins: That’s just the grief.
Ashburn: No, it’s not the grief. Just the pounding a little bit, just…
[Mullins lets go of her]
Mullins: Oh, alright. Well, don’t be a dick about it.
Ashburn: Thank you for that.
Mullins: Alright. Let’s hit the road, okay?
Ashburn: Yeah. I got to change.
Mullins: What’s the matter with your pant suit?
Ashburn: It’s, it’s pajamas.
Mullins: Well, excuse the shit out of me. I didn’t realize you slept in a fucking tux. Go ahead, get your top hat.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins drive over to Mullins family house where the family is gathered to celebrate Jason’s release from prison; referring to Mullins as she enters the dining room]
Peter Mullins: Oh, great, this asshole.
Mullins: Alright, just take it easy. Hi, Pop.
Mr. Mullins: Hey, pork chop.
Mark Mullins: Ah, well, well, well. Look who it is? Yeah, the rat’s back in the house.
Mullins: Nice.
Mark Mullins: What, did you come back to arrest somebody else? Hey, you know I saw Ma throw a diet coke in the garbage the other day, she didn’t even recycle it. Dad here, he’s splicing cable off the neighbors next door.
Mr. Mullins: Hey, come on now, Mark.
Mark Mullins: Maybe you should start fingerprinting them, huh? That’d be a good call and maybe get yourself some stripes. Petey over here, how many songs you downloaded illegally off the internet? Five thousand?
Peter Mullins: Ten, twenty thousand!
Mark Mullins: Twenty thousand! Mikey stole a laptop from his work the other day.
Michael Mullins: Stole? I fucking work there for six weeks, I deserve to fucking take it.
Mark Mullins: Exactly, no health insurance, that balances out.
[pointing to Mullins]
Mark Mullins: But not you, you’re probably calling the fucking SWAT team, won’t you?
Ashburn: Oh, actually, she could, cause these are horrible examples.


 

[Mullins mother walks into the dining room carrying a platter of food]
Mrs. Mullins: Here come the nuggies!
Mullins: Alright, here we go.
[as she notices Mullins, Mrs. Mullins drops the food platter onto the dining table]
Mrs. Mullins: What kind of an animal throws her own brother in jail?
[pointing to Mullins]
Michael Mullins: This kind of animal. Right here.
Mullins: Shut up. Shut up. How about keeps him from killing himself? I was the only one that got him off the street, none of you fucks did.
Gina: You should never arrest your family,
Mullins: Who the fuck are you?
Peter Mullins: That’s Gina!
Mullins: Well, tell Gina I’m going to strangle her at the table!
Beth: Hey, she is my best friend! You touch her, you got to go through me first.
Mullins: Who the fuck are you?! I’ll kill you and kill her with your fucking dead body!
Mr. Mullins: Okay, everybody calm down. Shannon’s right.
[pointing to Gina]
Mr. Mullins: This one has no business chiming in on a family matter.
Peter Mullins: This one? Why are you talking about my girlfriend like that?!
Mr. Mullins: She wears sweatpants to your mother’s dinner, that’s why!
Beth: Those are her classy sweatpants, they don’t say ‘insert here’ on the ass.
Mark Mullins: Her ass is hanging out!
[with that they all start talking at the same time and arguing as Mullins and Ashburn watch]


 

[as the Mullins are arguing, Jason walks into the room and says quietly to Mullins]
Jason Mullins: Welcome home.
Mullins: Hey.
Jason Mullins: Are you here to arrest me?
Mullins: I hope not.
[looking at Ashburn]
Jason Mullins: You selling bibles?
Mullins: No, she’s Ashburn. Let’s go, let’s go. We need to talk. Go.
[Jason starts walking away; to Ashburn]
Mullins: Sit down.
Mullins walks out of the room with Jason, Ashburn sits down at the table looking uncomfortable as the Mullins continue to argue]
Mr. Mullins: Okay. Enough, enough.
[everyone stops talking and turns to look at Ashburn, Ashburn then points to a painting]
Ashburn: Uh, that is, that’s one of the, uh, better Jesus sports themed paintings I’ve seen. That’s very good. Nice.


 

[Mullins and Jason are talking in the kitchen]
Mullins: What are you doing at Club Ekko?
Jason Mullins: What are you, my mother? Were you following me? How do you know I was there?
Mullins: Cause I know everything, that’s why. Are you already working for those guys again?
Jason Mullins: No. No. This guy, Julian, he sent for me because he wants me to start working for him. But I told him no, I’m getting a straight job. It’s fine. Everybody is cool now, we parted amicably.


 

[back in the dining room with Ashburn and the Mullins family]
Michael Mullins: Are you a narc?
Ashburn: I’m sorry?
Michael Mullins: Are you a narc?
[not understanding because of his strong accent]
Ashburn: A naak? I’m sorry, I don’t know what that is.
Gina: A narc.
Michael Mullins: A narc. Am I speaking fucking Japanese?
Mark Mullins: Yeah, listen to him.
Michael Mullins: I’m going to sound it out for you. Are you, or are you not, a narc? A fucking narc?! Like Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street?
Ashburn: Ah! I see, I see. Okay, a narc.
Michael Mullins: A narc, yes!
Ashburn: Yes.
Michael Mullins: What are you, what was I saying?
Ashburn: I was missing the R when you were saying, I heard naak. But apparently…
Peter Mullins: He said, he said, narc!
Michael Mullins: I said fucking narc, right?

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Mullins: Why are you wearing a long sleeve flannel? It’s hot out.
Jason Mullins: Yeah, I’m a little fluey. It’s nothing.
[Mulling goes to grab his arm to look at it but Jason takes hold of her hand]
Mullins: Want me to break that thumb?
Jason Mullins: Please! No, no!
Mullins: Want me to break that thumb?!
Jason Mullins: Mercy. Mercy. Mercy.
Mullins: Just show me that arm.
[she pulls his sleeve up and sees that his arm is covered in cigarette burns]
Jason Mullins: It looks worse than it is, it’s not a big deal. This guy Julian, you know, they don’t want me to stop working, they like me.
Mullins: Then tell me where I can find Julian right now?
Jason Mullins: No, just stay out of it. They’re fucking maniacs, they’ll chop you up, or gun you down or worse.
Mullins: Jason, tell me what you fucking know?
Jason Mullins: I don’t know anything.


 

[Mullins suddenly grabs hold of Jason’s skin through his shirt, making him yell out in pain]
Jason Mullins: Okay.
Mullins: I’ll rip it out.
Jason Mullins: Sal Netalie. Okay? You know Sal Netalie?
Mullins: Of course I know Sal Netalie.
Jason Mullins: He was going to steal this huge shipment they got coming in, so the popped him. He’s in the trunk of his Caddy under the River Bridge.
Mullins: I want you to stay in this house. If I catch you out of this house, I’m going to hurt you worse than them.


 

[back in the dining room with Ashburn and the Mullins family]
Peter Mullins: What are you? What are you doing here? What are you doing?
Ashburn: I’m a Federal Agent. I’m a special agent, I work…
Gina: Special like retarded?
Ashburn: Well, we don’t use that word, we say, ‘special needs’. But I have a very high IQ.
Beth: Are you a boy or a girl?
Gina: It’s a fair question.
Ashburn: Uh, I’m, I’m female.
Michael Mullins: No kidding?
Ashburn: All woman.
Mark Mullins: From the get go?
Ashburn: Uh…
Mark Mullins: No operation?
Ashburn: Um, from birth, yes.
[through the window, Ashburn sees Mullins walking to the car]
Beth: How do you get that close a shave on your face?
Ashburn: I need to go, but I’ll be back to, um…
Peter Mullins: Nice knowing you.
Ashburn: Uh, thank you.


 

[Mullins and Ashburn are at the morgue where they are looking at a dead body]
Mullins: Yep, that’s Sal Netalie alright.
Ashburn: Bullet hole through the head, that’s unusually civilized for them.
Pathologist: No, they cut out his tongue too.
Ashburn: Ah, there you have it. They like to send to a message. Did you find the tongue?
Pathologist: Sure, shoved up his anal cavity.
[the pathologist shows them the tongue]
Mullins: That’s a weird message.
Pathologist: Yeah. The tip of the tongue was sticking out of the rectum, so as to make it appear as if his buttocks were giving the police a raspberry.
Mullins: Did they draw googly eyes, or anything on his butt cheeks?
Pathologist: No.
Mullins: Seems like kind of an opportunity missed, would have been funny.
Ashburn: Well, I feel that they were just trying to be tongue-in-cheek.


 

[Ashburn pulls a funny face]
Mullins: God, don’t do that.
[to the pathologist]
Ashburn: Uh, where are his belongings?
[the pathologist point to Netalie’s stuff on the table ahead of them]
Mullins: Any clues as to how he was killed?
[the pathologist shakes her head]
Mullins: Still looking for their base camp.
Ashburn: Well, if there’s anything on him that will tell us, I will find it.
[they put on rubber gloves and Ashburn picks up a shoe and looks at the sole which has white powder on it]
Ashburn: Ah.
Mullins: What is that, coke?
Ashburn: I don’t think so, it’s more like a coating.


 

[later Ashburn and Mullins meet with Levy in his office]
Levy: Same traces found on all the victims shoes. All of them have…
Ashburn: Oxy powder coating, right?
Levy: That’s right.
Ashburn: Yeah.
Levy: And each sample was made of the same ingredient, which probably means that…
Mullins: They were all killed in the same place.
Levy: Exactly. I checked it out, there are three places that have this kind of powder…
Paint factory.
Levy: Yeah.
Ashburn: Yes.
Mullins: I think we all know that.
Ashburn: Well, it’s…
Levy: Take a look at this.
[he turns his computer monitor round to show them images of the factories]
Levy: This one right here is centered in location…
[Mullins and Ashburn jump in at the same time]


 

Mullins and Ashburn: Where all four dead bodies…
Ashburn: Five dead bodies were found.
Mullins: …dead bodies were found.
Ashburn: Yep
Levy: Right.
Mullins: That’s what I thought.
[pointing to another factory]
Levy: This one shut down years ago, owned by the man by the name Lee San…
[again both Mullins and Ashburn jump in to guess the name]
Mullins: Snaggleminsen…
Ashburn: Steven…son.
[they guess a couple of other names until Levy stops them]
Levy: Santino.
Ashburn: Oh, Santino.
Mullins and Ashburn: Santino. Santino.
Mullins: Is that a derivative of Snaggleminsen?


 

Ashburn: Email me the address to that paint factory, a.s.a.p.
Levy: Excuse me, Ashburn? Um, I was wondering if you would…
Ashburn: Oh, thanks. Awkward. Uh, nothing personal, but as a rule I make it a point not to date my co-workers. So, thank you.
Levy: I was wondering if you would not talk to me in that tone?
Ashburn: Oh, oh! Yes, of course.
Mullins: That’s a little different.
Ashburn: Yeah, I wouldn’t. Why would I?
Mullins: Why would you?
Ashburn: I wouldn’t. Just, we should go to the paint factory.
Mullins: Well, are we clear here? Cause I don’t, it got real awkward between you guys.
Ashburn: No, it’s not awkward. We’re all good. Right?
Levy: Uh, we’re…
Ashburn: We’re really good.
Levy: Same page.
Ashburn: Yeah.
Mullins: I just don’t want any bad…
[Ashburn pulls at Mullins clothes and gets her out of her seat]
Ashburn: Okay, here go. Let’s go to the paint factory.
[they both start walking off; to a man walking past them in the office]
Mullins: She doesn’t want to date co-workers, so spread the word.
Ashburn: Shut up.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins enter the paint factory with their guns pointed, as they walk Ashburn signs Mullins some instructions]
Mullins: What is that shit?
[Ashburn repeats the signs again, but Mullins hits her on the arm]
Mullins: Stop it!
Ashburn: Just cover me and go right!
Mullins: Well then say that! You’re making me want to shoot you.
[Ashburn and Mullins find Julian, his henchman and another drug dealer, who’s tied to a chair, in the back room of the factory, they listen in on their conversation]
Julian: I don’t know what it is. Are you, uh, deaf? Do you not, do you speak English? I got to do something with you, man.
Drug Dealer: Look, Julian, I’m sorry. I’ll sell for you guys, whatever you want me to do. I’m just trying to make some extra money. Okay? You can’t blame me for that, right?
Julian: Relax, totally get it.
Drug Dealer: Thank you, man.
Julian: I’m not going to shoot you.
Drug Dealer: Okay. That’s cool, man. Thanks.
[Julian looks at his henchman]
Julian: He is.
Drug Dealer: Wait, wait. Hold on, hold on…!
[suddenly the henchman shoots the man in the head, killing him]


 

[after watching the drug dealer get shot from their hiding place]
Mullins: Shit!
Ashburn: Alright, if we can grab Julian, I can get him to set up Larkin tonight.
Mullins: Two against two, I don’t like those odds.
Ashburn: I’m going to call for backup.
LeSoire: It’s already here.
[they turn and see LeSoire pointing two guns at them]
Ashburn: Oh, hey.
Mullins: Shit.
Ashburn: I was looking for you. Um, I forgot to get your number.
LeSoire: Cool, yeah. Uh, it’s 1-800-give-me-your-fucking-guns.
Ashburn: That’s, uh, that’s too many numbers.
Mullins: Okay.


 

[LeSoire takes Ashburn and Mullins at gunpoint to Julian]
LeSoire: Met these two disasters at the club the other night.
Julian: Now they’re both here. Think you might have been bugged?
LeSoire: Give me a break.
[LeSoire takes out his cell phone to check and notices that it’s been bugged]
LeSoire: What the fuck?!
[he throws is phone aside and shoot at it; to Ashburn and Mullins]
LeSoire: Think your hot shit? Guess what? You guys look even older in this lighting.
Ashburn: Come on.
Mullins: Fuck you.
LeSoire: Fuck you! It’s not fuck me. It’s fuck you.
[coming up behind Mullins]
LeSoire: You know why? Because I’m about to fuck you up.
[at that moment Mullins grabs the gun in LeSoire’s pocket and head butts him, she then shoots and kills Julian’s henchman, Julian goes to pick up the henchman’s gun but Mullins points her gun at him]
Mullins: Pick it up. Do it. Give me a reason to shoot you in the face.
[Julian backs slowly away from the gun]


 

[later Ashburn and Mullins have brought Julian in for interrogation]
Mullins: How long is this going to take?
Ashburn: I don’t know, maybe twelve hours, hopefully less. I have to find out what drives him.
Mullins: We could just go in there an beat him with a phone book.
Ashburn: No, no, no. For so many reasons no, okay? You just need to be patient, alright? It is crucial, crucial, that you remain patient.
Mullins: It’s also crucial that you stop wearing this stupid barrette.
[Mullins takes out the barrette in Ashburn’s hair and throws it to the floor]
Ashburn: What are you doing? What are you…
[Ashburn goes to pick up the barrette, but Mullins stops her]
Mullins: Don’t! Just leave it.
Ashburn: What is your problem with this? I mean you have one on your head!
Mullins: Yeah, on top of my head, like a normal person.
Ashburn: What is the difference?
Mullins: Just move on.
Ashburn: Okay, if you enter that room, you could break the bond that we have created. Okay? Just please, please trust me on this one. Do you understand how important this is?
Mullins: Yeah, I do.
Ashburn: And you will be patient?
Mullins: I will.
Ashburn: Okay, alright.


 

[Ashburn enters the interrogation room where Julian is sat, she has two coffee cups in her hand]
Ashburn: Hello. Coffee?
[she slides the coffee cup towards Julian on the table]
Ashburn: I drink a little more coffee than I probably should.
[just then Mullins opens the door and throws a large phone book at Julian]
Mullins: Where’s Larkin?
[Ashburn rises from her chair in anger and turns to Mullins]
Ashburn: You couldn’t wait for ten seconds?! Ten seconds?!
[Julian chuckles as he looks at Mullins]
Mullins: What’s so funny?
Julian: You, thinking you’re going to make me talk.
Mullins: Yeah, you’re talking right now, dumbass!
Julian: You know, you look like one of the Campbell Soup kids who grew up and became an alcoholic.
Mullins: Oh, surprisingly catty. You’re a fucking genius.


 

[Mullins turns to Ashburn and she whispers to Mullins]
Ashburn: I asked you to stay outside!
Mullins: I need to go tough on him.
Ashburn: Oh, are you not already doing that?
Mullins: No! I’m doing good cop bad cop.
Julian: You know, I can hear you.
Mullins: Shut up!
[Mullins looks back at Ashburn]
Ashburn: Just please, don’t do anything crazy.
Mullins: I’m not going to do anything that’s crazy.


 

[turning towards Julian]
Mullins: What am I going to do that’s crazy? I’m a police officer. Huh?
[she leans on the table next to Julian, takes out her gun and points it at his groin]
Mullins: I mean, what am I going to shoot you in the dick?
Ashburn: Oh, my God! You said nothing crazy, and that is a no-no! No, no!
Mullins: Turn around. I need you to pass a polygraph.
Ashburn: Put it away!
Mullins: Turn around!
Ashburn: No!
Julian: Don’t worry, she’s not going to it. She’s not going to do anything.
Ashburn: Oh, okay. So you just want, you just want to go and gamble with your scrotum and your testicles? Okay, gamble away!
Mullins: Just go to the corner!
Ashburn: I’m in it!
[Ashburn goes to the corner of the room and turns to face the wall]


 

[to Julian]
Mullins: I tell you what we’re going to do, we’re going to play a little game.
[Mullins takes out the bullets in her gun]
Mullins: Okay, I’m going to take out these bullets. Accept for this one, cause this is my favorite.
[she places the bullet back in the gun]
Mullins: I’m going to keep that in there, and then you’re going to tell me where Larkin is. And you’re going to tell me where and when that shipment is coming.
[she turns the gun barrel, closes it and point it at Julian’s groin again]
Mullins: Okay. Right now.
Julian: I’m going to kill you and everyone you know.
[Mullins shoots the gun but it’s a blank]
Ashburn: Ah! God


 

[to Julian]
Mullins: Yeah, that’s not what I fucking asked you is it?
[to Ashburn]
Julian: Hey, straight A, take the gun out of this one’s hand!
Ashburn: Oh, now you want me to save your scrotum?!
[to Julian as she continues to point her gun at his groin]
Mullins: When’s the shipment coming in?
Julian: I don’t know.
[Mullins shoots her gun but again it’s blank]
Ashburn: Aah!
Julian: Hey! Hey! Alright! There’s a shipment on Wednesday!
Mullins: Where?
Julian: I don’t know! I…


 

[Mullins shoots her gun again and again it’s blank]
Julian: Aah! I swear to God, I don’t know!
Ashburn: Tell her!
Julian: I swear to God!
Ashburn: Just tell her where it is!
Julian: I don’t know! Jesus Christ! Don’t shoot me in the dick! I don’t know!
[Mullins shoots her gun again, which is blank again]
Julian: It’s coming in on Wednesday! That’s four shot! Don’t take any more shots! Don’t shoot my dick off! Honest to God!
Ashburn: Just tell her where’s it’s coming in at!
[Mullins takes another blank shot, at that moment Hale enters the room]
Hale: Hey, stop! Stop that!


 

[after Julian’s interrogation, Ashburn and Mullins are confronted by, Hale, Craig and Adam]
Craig: You brought Julian and LeSoire in? What are you, out of your fucking minds?
Adam: It wasn’t too smart.
Ashburn: Oh, okay. So you’re not supposed to arrest someone when they commit murder and then turn around and try and kill you at the same time?
Mullins: Yeah, you wanted us to keep them on the street?
Ashburn: Yeah.
Craig: You shouldn’t even have been there! Larkin is the big catch here, not those two. Now we’re never going to be able to bring these fucking…!
Hale: Jesus. Enough. Craig, calm the hell down, we can all hear you!
Mullins: Yeah, dogs can hear you.
Craig: Yeah, of course dogs can hear me!
Mullins: Are you okay? Cause you look really pale.
Craig: It’s a genetic condition!
Hale: Ashburn, come here.
[Hale takes Ashburn away]
Mullins: Snow cone.
[Mullins turns to follow Ashburn and Hale]
Craig: [sarcastically] Oh, I get it. That’s a good one cause I’m really white!


 

[Mullins comes over to join Hale and Ashburn, Hale looks at Mullins]
Hale: Can I have a moment with my agent, please?
Ashburn: Okay.
[Mullins pauses for a moment]
Mullins: Alright, I’m going to be right over there. Right there.
Hale: Thank you.
[Mullins leaves them]


 

Hale: Ashburn, why didn’t you alert anyone once you found evidence on Julian’s whereabouts?
Ashburn: Sir, it was an unconfirmed lead. I wasn’t going to waste anyone’s time until I knew it was real.
Hale: Just give it a rest. I want you to stand down while I figure out how to repair all this shit with the DEA.
Ashburn: Sir, no, please. I’ve been doing everything that you sent me out here to do. We’ve been doing such good work.
Hale: I know. I know you are. It’s just, I don’t know, it’s never easy when you are involved.
[Hale turns and walks away leaving Ashburn looking upset, Mullins comes over to Ashburn]
Mullins: Fuck that guy.
[Ashburn smiles]
Mullins: If you’re not in trouble, you’re not doing your job.
Ashburn: Yeah.
Mullins: We should go get a drink. Right? What’s the point of being a cop if you can’t get one drink at the end of the night?


 

[later at the bar, the bartender pushes small glasses of drinks towards Ashburn and Mullins]
Mullins: That’s what I’m talking about.
Ashburn: Oh, I said, I just, I just want one.
Mullins: Yeah. Oh, no, no, no. It is one.
[Mullins takes two larger glasses and pours the drinks from the small glasses into the large ones]
Mullins: Sometimes he just like, he likes to do this thing and pours them into three little glasses, but it’s one. Alright. Here we go.
Ashburn: Fair enough.
Mullins: Let’s loosen that up.
[they clink their glasses together]
Ashburn: Okey-dokey.
[they both start drinking, Mullins finishes hers quickly then looks at Ashburn who is still struggling to finish her drink]
Mullins: Hey, keep the pace. There you go. There you go.
[she holds the end of Ashburn’s glass as she struggles to drink]
Mullins: Don’t spit that shit out, it’s not free. Let’s go.
[Ashburn finishes drinking, but struggles to swallow it]
Mullins: Keep that in. Yeah.


 

[as Ashburn finishes swallowing her drink a man comes up to Mullins at the bar]
Blue Collar Man: Hey. Hey. How you doing? I haven’t heard from you.
[Mullins turns her face away from the man and says quietly under her breath]
Mullins: Shit.
[she turns to the man]
Mullins: No. Yeah, you haven’t.
Blue Collar Man: Well, then, did I do something wrong or…?
[Mullins turns her face again and takes a big sigh]
Mullins: Okay, here we go.
[she turns to face the man again]
Mullins: It’s not you, it’s me. Uh, I’m still working on myself, so I can’t be a part of two until I’m a better one.
Blue Collar Man: Okay. You don’t have to do that…
Mullins: Oh, wait. I still, my favorite’s coming.
[Mullins pauses to think for a moment]
Mullins: Oh, you make me want to be a better woman.
Blue Collar Man: Okay, you know what? I thought we had a good time.
Mullins: Yeah, we did have a lot of fun. Now we’re going to move on, let it go.
Blue Collar Man: Okay.
Mullins: Alright.
Blue Collar Man: Alright.
Mullins: Cool.


 

[as the man starts to walk away Mullins stops him]
Mullins: Hey! Hey, no hard feelings, right?
[she grabs him and kisses him, Ashburn watches them looking uncomfortable]
Blue Collar Man: Okay.
[Mullins stops kissing him]
Mullins: Okay, hit it. Hit it.
Blue Collar Man: Okay.
[the man walks away looking dazed]
Blue Collar Man: Bye.
Ashburn: Bye.
[to Ashburn]
Mullins: I don’t know how else to say it, it was pretty clear. That’s why you don’t feed strays.
Ashburn: Yeah
[to the bartender]
Mullins: Can we get two more shots?
[as Ashburn looks away, Mullins holds up 6 fingers, to indicate 6 shots at the bar tender]


 

[later as they continue drinking at the bar]
Mullins: We should just get one more of these, alright?
Ashburn: I don’t know, Mullins. It’s hard. I know we’re not supposed to say this, but being a woman in this field is hard. Men are just so intimidated by me, which is like, why?
Mullins: And you put your personality on top of that, and it is, it is off putting.
Ashburn: Yeah, I was, uh, I was actually married for six, seven years.
Mullins: Was he a hearing man?
Ashburn: Yes. Yeah, he didn’t, uh, he didn’t understand how much the job meant to me. So I thought it probably best to just be alone rather than to, you know, compromise the work.
Mullins: I get that.
Ashburn: Yeah, yeah. It’s kind of weird that it does get lonely, a little bit. You know? It’s hard to make female friends.
Mullins: Mm-hmm. I hung out, you know, really just with my brothers growing up and they just kind of all turned out to be terrible people. So it’s kind of a bummer.
Ashburn: Your family loves you. I mean, in their own unique, unique way, but they, you know, they love you and that’s a wonderful…
Mullins: Really unique, that sounds like it’s coming from somebody that’s an only child.
Ashburn: No, I was actually raised with a lot of children, so.
Mullins: Other children? What, in the circus?
Ashburn: Uh, no. Just in the houses.


 

Mullins: Oh, my God. You’re a foster kid?
Ashburn: Yes, I was.
Mullins: Oh, God. I knew it. Foster kid? That’s a tough go of it.
Ashburn: No, it was totally fine. I don’t think it affected me, I mean, in the long run, at all. At all. You know, I can see how maybe, you know, like a little bit.
Mullins: A little bit.
Ashburn: But not anything that’s, maybe it has.
Mullins: Maybe it has.
Ashburn: Oh, God. Oh, God. My life!
[Ashburn cries out and puts her head down on the bar]
Mullins: Okay.
Ashburn: Oh, God.
[Mullins awkwardly pats Ashburn on her back as she tries to comfort her]
Mullins: Alright. Yep. Alright. Let it out. That’s it.
Ashburn: Oh, God.
Mullins: Good for you. Start working through it.


 

[as Ashburn takes her head off the bar, Mullins notices that she has something sticking out of her nostril]
Ashburn: I don’t feel well.
Mullins: Oh, Jesus.
Ashburn: I don’t, I don’t…
Mullins: Well, you’re not making me feel great.
Ashburn: Get it.
[Mullins puts one finger on one of side of Ashburn’s nostril]
Mullins: Alright, blow it out. Really let it go.
[Ashburn stars blowing her nose]


 

Mullins: You’ve got more than that. You’ve got more than…
[as Ashburn blows her nose whatever was in her nose pops suddenly out and nearly hits Mullins]
Mullins: Oh! Good job. Hey. Good job.
[Mullins starts patting Ashburn on her back again]
Ashburn: Oh God. I don’t feel well.
Mullins: You want some jäger?
[to the bartender]
Mullins: Can we have two jägers?
[the scene then cuts to Ashburn putting on music from the jukebox, she joins Mullins and they start dancing in the bar both looking really drunk, as the evening go on we see them getting more and more drunk, they then get the old men in the bar to join them in dancing; towards the end of the night, they are both sat looking crazy drunk]
Ashburn: I love this place.
Mullins: Yeah. Yeah. Hey, to this, to this place.
[as they bring their glasses together, Ashburn hits hers too hard against Mullins’ glass and it smashes to pieces cutting her hand, she holds her hand up and Mullins starts to laugh]
Ashburn: I don’t feel it. I don’t feel it.


 

[the next morning, Ashburn wakes up next to what looks like to be Mullins in one of the booths of the bar, Ashburn tries to wake Mullins]
Ashburn: Hey. Hey, how long have we been here?
[Mullins doesn’t wake]
Ashburn: Hey. Hey…
[Ashburn lifts Mullins head but finds that it’s a man with long hair and beard that’s been asleep next to her the whole time]
Ashburn: Oh.
[she drops the man’s head on the table but he continues to sleep]
Ashburn: Okay, focus.
[Ashburn manages to get out of the booth and finds Mullins playing poker, she walks up to Mullins]
Ashburn: Hey, how’s it going?
Mullins: Jesus, you’ve got to get a mint in that dumpster.
Ashburn: Oh, God. Was I smoking cigarettes last night?
Mullins: Yeah, you kept taking them out of people’s mouths and smoking them.
Ashburn: God, that’s so nasty.
Mullins: It was pretty gross.


 

Ashburn: Why is my jacket the pot?
Mullins: Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it right back.
[to the poker players around the table]
Mullins: Alright, let’s see what you got.
[everyone reveals their hands and from the look on Mullins face it’s clear she’s lost]
Ashburn: Oh, shit.
[everyone rises from the table to leave]
Wayne: Good evening.
Ashburn: That’s great.
Mullins: There you go.


 

[Mullins turns to Ashburn after losing her jacket in the poker game]
Mullins: I didn’t think you were going to care that much about your jacket. You didn’t care at all when you gave away your car.
Ashburn: Who did I give it to?
Mullins: To Wayne!
Ashburn: Who’s Wayne?
Mullins: Wayne, he just walked out of here. You were sitting on his lap all night. You had your tongue down his throat.
Ashburn: What?!
[we see Wayne outside the bar using the remote key to unlock Ashburn’s car and walk up to it; at the same time Ashburn and Mullins walk out of the bar]
Ashburn: Oh, God. It feels like we’ve been hibernating.
Mullins: Didn’t bother you last night.
[Ashburn looks at her cell phone]
Ashburn: Oh, Jesus. Ten missed messages.


 

[referring to Wayne]
Ashburn: Will you just, will you get him, please!
Mullins: Hey, Wayne, Ashburn wants her underwear back!
[Wayne ignores her as he walks up to Ashburn’s car]
Ashburn: Do not, you cannot take that car! It’s government property!
Wayne: Oh, yeah? Well I pay taxes, so fuck the government.
Ashburn: Let’s not, okay?
Mullins: Wayne, get out of the car, you asshole!
[Ashburn listens to her voice messages]
Ashburn: Oh, God.
[as Wayne gets inside Ashburn’s car it suddenly explodes, killing him]
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
Mullins: Oh, shit! Wayne!
Ashburn: Oh, my God!
Mullins: God, you’re first boyfriend. You two were electric.


 

[later, Hale, Craig and Adam arrive at the scene where Ashburn car had exploded]
Ashburn: How did Julian escape?
Hale: Federal Marshals transferring him got ambushed. We’re not sure whether Larkin’s man followed the Marshals or if they got the information from the inside.
[pointing to Craig]
Mullins: Yeah, you don’t think it’s a little obvious!
Craig: Oh, fuck you!
Mullins: I know when I smell a fucking Albino rat.
Craig: If you want to be pointing a finger around here, why don’t you point it right back yourself?
Hale: Calm down.
Craig: No, because if you two hadn’t brought Julian in then Larkin would have never even known that we were on to him! And then this whole case wouldn’t be the giant mixed up fucking shit that it is right now! So, fuck you and your Albino prejudice!
Adam: Now Larkin knows who you are and Julian’s angry as shit. If I were you I would get out of town.
Ashburn: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Hale: Ashburn, he’s right. This isn’t a choice.
Mullins: No! No way! You’re not my boss, Puss in Boots! And even if you were my boss, you still couldn’t stop me. I have more invested in this case than any of you assholes! And now you fucked it up, didn’t you?
[Ashburn gets a text message showing a photo of Mullins’ family, she tries to show the message to Mullins]
Ashburn: Mullins.
[Mullins looks at her family photo on Ashburn’s phone misunderstanding the meaning]
Mullins: Yep, thanks. That’s another fucked up area in my life. Thanks for bringing it up.
Ashburn: That was just emailed to me.


 

[to Hale, Craig and Adam]
Mullins: Okay, fine. I guess I am out of line, huh? Yeah, I’m going to step back and see what you assholes can do. Yeah, go USA.
[to Ashburn as she turns to walk off]
Mullins: Let’s go.
[as they walk away]
Mullins: We got to get my family out, they’re going to kill them.
Ashburn: You know what? Let me just talk to Hale. The FBI can reach everything…
Mullins: Are you kidding? We got a mole in there somewhere. And I’m assuming it’s the fucking Albino, but I don’t know. It could be Levy, it could be somebody from my own precinct, it could be your boss ‘Puss in Boots’. We’re going in there by ourselves and doing it now. Are you with me or not?
[Mullins walks off, Ashburn hesitates for a moment]
Ashburn: Okay, okay.
[she follows after Mullins]


 

[Mullins and Ashburn are at the Mullins family house getting everybody out]
Peter Mullins: This is bullshit. Why should we uproot our lives cause you’re an asshole?
Mullins: Go.
Jason Mullins: Hey, don’t talk to her like that, it’s not her fault.
Ashburn: Are you sure you want to bring everyone?
Mullins: No, but it’d be like Schindler’s List.
[she looks behind Ashburn]
Mullins: Dad! Come on, we have to get into the car.
[Mr. Mullins is taking down the painting in the dining room]
Mr. Mullins: I don’t want them to take my treasures.
Mullins: Jesus!


 

[outside the house, Ashburn is in the car waiting for the Mullins family to get into the car]
Gina: Hi.
Ashburn: Hi.
Beth: Can I drive?
Ashburn: No, but if you could make your way around…
Gina: Why don’t you get out and I’ll drive?
Ashburn: If you could make your way…
Beth: I’m a really good driver.
[Peter pushes her away from Ashburn and towards the back of the car]
Ashburn: Mullins, your mom. Your mom.
[Mullins walks over to Mrs. Mullins who is talking to one of her neighbors]
Mrs. Mullins: Our lives are in danger.
Mullins: Mom! Mom!
Mrs. Mullins: I may have to change my name
Mullins: Come on.
[Mullins grabs hold of Mrs. Mullins’s hand and starts dragging her away]
Mrs. Mullins: So if you get a call from someone named Carla, it’s me!
Mullins: Stop! God all mighty! Get in the car.
Mrs. Mullins: When did you become such a fucking princess?
Mullins: You make it impossible.
[Mrs. Mullins gets in the car, joining the rest of the Mullins family]
Ashburn: Alright, seat belts everyone.


 

[Michael brings round a large dog towards the car]
Michael Mullins: Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy.
[they both enter the car]
Mullins: What the fuck is this?
Michael Mullins: That’s my puppy, I got him four months ago. I name him Kevin Garnett.
Mullins: You’re an asshole!
Michael Mullins: You got to see the cock on this thing.
Mullins: We’re going to a motel. We’re not brining…
[Mullins gets out of the car; to Peter]
Mullins: Move. We’re not bringing this fucking horse to a motel.
Peter Mullins: We got to get Gina.
Mullins: For what?
Peter Mullins: Because you put her fucking life in danger!
Mullins: Nobody gives a shit about her.
Peter Mullins: If I’m going, Gina’s going! I’m not going unless we get Gina.
Mullins: Just get in.
Peter Mullins: We’re getting Gina.


 

[Peter gets into the car and tries to squeeze into the back seat]
Mullins: Move your feet or I’ll chop them off!
[she slides the backseat car door shut]
Ashburn: Thank you.
[to Peter]
Mullins: Shut up!
Peter Mullins: We’re going to Gina’s!
[Mullins gets into the passenger seat next to Ashburn]
Mullins: Everyone put your seatbelt on.
[Ashburn drives them off]
Mullins: God, I hope a truck hits us and we all die.


 

[they drive over to Gina’s and wait as she walks out of her house]
Mullins: Oh, God. What the fuck is this girl doing?
[they watch as Gina struggles to carry her bags down the stairs]
Mullins: Could she go any slower? Could she physically go slower?
Mrs. Mullins: Go get your girlfriend, for God sakes!
Peter Mullins: She’s fine, ma.
Gina: I forgot my curling irons, Mrs. Mullins!
Peter Mullins: Come on, Gina! get in the car!
Gina: What the fuck?
Peter Mullins: I got you the rolley so you could role the bags. So get over here!
Gina: You kidding?! You bought me a bag for Christmas so that I could carry my own luggage?
Peter Mullins: Gina, come on. Let’s go.
Gina: I’m going to get you a dick sucker for Christmas, so I don’t have to do it no more.
Mullins: Go get her!
Peter Mullins: I’m going!
Mullins: Get her!
Peter Mullins: Jesus Christ!


 

[Peter gets out of the car to go get Gina and Mark follows him]
Mark Mullins: Come on, Pete. Just break up with this girl, for fuck sakes.
Mullins: This will help.
Mark Mullins: Come on, you’re making a scene.
Mullins: Let’s go! Let’s go!
[Mark then joins Peter and Gina and suddenly a fight breaks out between Peter and Mark]
Mrs. Mullins: Knock it off!
[Mrs. Mullins gets out of the car and walks over to break up the fight]
Mrs. Mullins: Just knock it off!
[then the rest of the family gets out of the car and go over to break up the fight, Mullins then joins them]
Mullins: Hey, assholes! Get in the car! Get in the car! Get in the car!


 

[Mullins points her gun at her family to get them moving back into the car]
Ashburn: Is she pointing a gun?
Mullins: You know what happens now?
[Mullins takes hold of one of Gina’s bags and throws it aside]
Mullins: You don’t get this one.
[as she continues to watch from the car]
Ashburn: Uh, Jason, your family seems, seems nice.
Jason Mullins: Yeah, we, uh, we have our good days.
[we then see Mullins grabbing hold of Gina’s pants as Gina tries to retriever her bag]
Gina: But my makeup is in that one!
Mullins: I’m going to rip your fucking pants off!


 

[after putting Mullins family in a motel, Mullins and Ashburn are sat in a diner]
Ashburn: If we just knew where that shipment was coming into, we would have, we would have Larkin and we would have Julian. We’d both be there and we could get them.
Mullins: I’m just happy that Jason, you know, is out of there for now.
Ashburn: Yeah. It’s a shame though, having your brother on the inside would be a, would be a coup for us.
Mullins: That’s what you want to say? Because you’re saying that out loud.
Ashburn: Okay, you know what, Mullins? You would say exactly the same thing if it wasn’t your brother.
Mullins: We’re done talking about this.
Ashburn: So, if it was just some random drug dealer you wouldn’t send him back in? If it was someone like, I don’t know, Rojas, you wouldn’t…
Mullins: We’re not talking about Rojas, are we? We’re talking about Jason, my brother, you fuckwit.
Ashburn: Okay, you know what? We all have a lot to lose if we don’t catch Larkin.
Mullins: Yeah, what have you got to lose?
Ashburn: I have a lot!
Mullins: Yeah? Some bullshit promotion? You don’t give a shit about my family or if Jason gets out there and gets killed.


 

Ashburn: I feel that you’re not being honest, because nobody, nobody forced your brother to get involved with drugs!
Mullins: You’re an asshole for that.
Ashburn: Okay, you know what? That’s not helping either. See, I’m trying to create a dialogue. Note that I am starting my statements with I feel. I feel…
Mullins: Oh, I feel like you’re an asshole.
Ashburn: You know what I feel? I feel that you have worn that shirt every single day this week, and I feel that you turning inside out does not make it a new shirt.
Mullins: Well, I feel like it does.
Ashburn: Oh, really? Okay, well, I feel I disagree.
Mullins: Must be nice.
Ashburn: What? What?
Mullins: Must be really nice for you to just know everything. To be so much smarter than everybody else.
Ashburn: I don’t profess to know everything, but I do know quite a bit. And what I know is accurate and scientifically proven, and I just shared that information with you. If you have a problem with that, call me out, like you always do.


 

[as a man in the diner starts choking on his food]
Diner Patron: Help, he’s choking!
Ashburn: Okay, I’ve got this. I’ve got this.
[both Ashburn and Mullins move to help the man]
Ashburn: Sir?
Mullins: Somebody call an ambulance!
Ashburn: Sir? Okay. I got it, I got it.
[she starts giving the man the Heimlich maneuver]
Ashburn: Check his mouth! Check his mouth!
Mullins: There’s nothing in there!
Ashburn: Alright, let’s lay him down.
[to the man]
Ashburn: Sir, just relax. Everything will be just fine.


 

[to Mullins]
Ashburn: Let me get his head back. Okay? Yeah. Okay, he’s choking.
[to the man]
Mullins: You’re going to be okay.
Ashburn: I need a, I need a knife and a straw, please!
[to the diner staff]
Mullins: A knife and a straw, please!
[to Ashburn]
Mullins: Why do you need a knife and a straw? Why?
Ashburn: I need to perform an emergency tracheotomy.
Mullins: What?!
Ashburn: I’m going to need a glass of vodka!
[to the diner staff]
Mullins: Vodka!
[to Ashburn]
Mullins: It’s a Denny’s!
Ashburn: Ah, for sterilization, hot water!


 

Mullins: Do you know what you’re doing?
Ashburn: Technically, no. But I’ve been doing some research and I feel fairly confident I know how.
Mullins: Fairly confident? Jesus! He’s still choking, you know!
[Ashburn prepares a knife]
Ashburn: Okay, sir? What I’m going to do is, I’m going to find your…
Mullins: Oh, God. Please don’t put that in.
Ashburn: Ssh! Stop touching me.
[to the man as she tries to find a spot on his neck to pierce]
Ashburn: The hypothyroid membrane. I think it’s right here. I’m going to make a small incision
[Mullins grabs Ashburn’s hand]
Mullins: Oh, please don’t do that.
Ashburn: Let go of my hand, let go of my hand.
Mullins: Please don’t do that.
Ashburn: Let go of my hand.


 

[to the man]
Ashburn: I’m going to make a small incision.
[she makes a small incision into the man’s throat]
Ashburn: The reason I’m doing this…
[Mullins turns her head as blood comes pouring out of the man’s throat]
Ashburn: Oh!
Mullins: Oh, God.
Ashburn: Is because you’re chocking. I’m going to cut in. Wow, okay. I’m going to make it a little bigger.
[Mullins starts hurling]
Ashburn: Wow, okay. That goes in deeper than I thought. I’m going to insert my fingers, cause what’s happening is…
Mullins: Don’t put your finger in there!


 

[Ashburn inserts her fingers in the incision she made in the man’s throat]
Ashburn: There’s the membrane. Okay?
Mullins: It’s like a horror show! Don’t put your fingers in there!
Ashburn: Sir, what I’m going to do is, I’m going to insert the straw in the hole. And it’s going to allow the oxygen to get to your brain. Now, if you give it one moment, you’re going to feel the oxygen flow in to your brain.
[as she inserts the straw blood starts spurting out of the straw]
Ashburn: There we go!
Mullins: That’s not oxygen! Jesus Christ, that’s not oxygen!
Ashburn: Oh, my God! That’s a lot of blood! Oh, my God!
Mullins: What are you doing? Oh, Jesus!
Ashburn: Oh, my God! There’s so much blood! I don’t know what I’m doing!
Mullins: Stop crying! You did this!


 

[Ashburn starts yelling]
Ashburn: Is the ambulance coming?! So sorry! I’m so sorry!
Mullins: I got it!
Ashburn: What are you doing?
[suddenly Mullins pounds onto the man’s chest and the piece of food that was choking the man comes flying out]
Ashburn: Aahh! There’s so much blood!
Mullins: You asshole!
Ashburn: Oh, my God!


 

[after the ambulance arrives to take the choking man]
Paramedic: You probably could have just pulled the piece of pancake out of his throat.
Ashburn: He’s alive, isn’t he?
Paramedic: You know what? I have a cut on my arm from earlier, do you think I should amputate it?
Ashburn: You know you’re not a real doctor, right?
Paramedic: Yeah, neither are you.
[Ashburn motions with her hand for the paramedic to leave]
Paramedic: Okay.
Ashburn: Yeah. Bye bye. See you later.
Paramedic: You’re a reckless person. Okay.
Ashburn: Thank you. Bye bye.
[pointing to Mullins]
Paramedic: Thank you.
[to Ashburn]
Paramedic: Not you.
[he gets into the ambulance and drives off]
Ashburn: Oh, my God.


 

[Ashburn’s cell phone rings]
Ashburn: Ashburn.
[she listens for a moment then hands the phone to Mullins]
Ashburn: Why don’t you have your own phone?
Mullins: Who am I, the Queen of England?
Ashburn: I don’t know, does the Queen of England only wear sweat pants?
Mullins: Fuck you.
Ashburn: You, F, you.
[Mullins takes the call]
Mullins: This is Mullins.
Jason Mullins: Hey, Shannon. I left, alright? I couldn’t sit there anymore.
Mullins: What are you talking about? Where the hell are you?
Jason Mullins: Look, I talked to them and everything’s fine. Alright? Nothing’s weird, we’re good.
Mullins: No, no, no! It doesn’t work that way, Jason! They know you’re my brother!
Jason Mullins: Yeah, but they also know you arrested me and I made it seem like I hated you. That’s good, right?
Ashburn: What’s happening?
Mullins: Listen, it doesn’t work that way!


 

[to Ashburn]
Mullins: Shut up for a minute.
Jason Mullins: Look, I know where the shipment’s going to, alright?
Mullins: I don’t give a shit about the shipment!
Ashburn: What shipment?
Mullins: Just get your ass back here, now!
Ashburn: You know what? Let me know talk to him. Let me talk…
Jason Mullins: If I’m going to stick around working here they’re going to know something’s weird.


 

[to Ashburn as she tries to grab the phone]
Mullins: Get off me!
Ashburn: It’s my phone.
Jason Mullins: Please trust me, I’m trying to do the right thing here.
Mullins: Are you, are you kidding me?
Jason Mullins: What?!
[Mullins tries to push Ashburn away as she tries to grab the phone]
Ashburn: Jason. Jason…
[Ashburn finally grabs the phone from Mullins]
Mullins: Ow! Let go!
Ashburn: Jason!


 

[Ashburn pulls Mullins vest over her head]
Mullins: Let go of my vest!
Jason Mullins: Shannon?
Ashburn: Jason, it’s Ashburn.
Jason Mullins: What the fuck is going on?
Mullins: Don’t talk to her!
Jason Mullins: Look, the shipment’s coming to the Boston Harbor Shipyard at eleven o’clock.
Ashburn: Okay.
Jason Mullins: It’s a big freighter with tons of guys, alright?
Ashburn: I got it, I got it.
Jason Mullins: It’ll be heavily armed, so you got to be careful, you hear me?
Ashburn: Yeah, okay.


 

[to Ashburn as she’s holding her head down with her vest pulled over her head]
Mullins: Get off! Get off!
Jason Mullins: The ship is called the, uh, SS Tanked or something like that, alright?
Ashburn: I promise, I’ll be there.
Jason Mullins: Alright, I got to go.
Ashburn: Thank you.
Mullins: I’ll break your fucking arm!
[Ashburn ends the call and let’s of Mullins]


 

[as Ashburn let’s go of Mullins she quickly pulls away from her]
Ashburn: Okay. Just take it easy! Just take it easy!
[Mullins charges at her in anger and grabs the phone from Ashburn]
Ashburn: Just…
Mullins: Jason? Jason?
[realizing he’s hung up]
Mullins: Shit!
[Mullins faces Ashburn in anger]
Mullins: You just made my brother a dead man!
[she throws the phone back at Ashburn]
Ashburn: No, no. He’s going to be fine. Mullins, I swear, he’ll be fine. We’re going to have the full power of the Boston FBI down on that terminal tonight, I promise you. He’s going to be fine. It really is a good thing, you’ll thank me!
Mullins: Shut up!
[Mullins turns and starts walking away]


 

[later that night, Ashburn and Mullins wait with the FBI at the harbor to take down the shipment, but they discover that the ship they’ve been waiting for is actually only a pleasure cruise ship]
Boston Agent #1: Boat’s clean.
[the agent walks off]
Ashburn: It’s not clean. You found a joint in that girl’s purse.
Hale: Oh, God. This is really a mess.
Ashburn: Sir, we just, we just have to hit the streets again. We hit the streets and if the shipment came in…
Hale: Ashburn, enough. It’s over, I’m sending you back to New York.
Ashburn: Sir, sir, no, no, no. Please, please. I’m telling you, I’m so close. I’m so close. And this was just a little hiccup.
Hale: It wasn’t a hiccup.
Ashburn: Lo siento.
Hale: Don’t. Don’t even…
[Hale turns and walks away, as she watches Hale walk off Ashburn stops another FBI agent walking past her]
Ashburn: Um, sorry, uh, Detective Mullins, have you seen her?
Boston Agent #2: Hospital. Some kind of family emergency.
Ashburn: Oh, God.


 

[Mullins is at the hospital when she sees Ashburn walking in, she sits down beside her]
Mullins: He’s in induced coma. They shot him and left him on the street.
Ashburn: I’m so sorry, Mullins. Sorry.
Mullins: Yeah. You know he was trying to move on, he had a job interview. I saw the resume, it was a terrible resume. He mentioned prison and in special skills he said ‘keeping it real’, but he was trying.
Ashburn: How’s your family holding up?
Mullins: Well, they’re not talking to me. Blame me more now than ever.
Ashburn: It’s not your fault.
Mullins: Yes, it is.
[she rises from her chair]
Mullins: Dammit, I should have handled it by myself.
[she starts walking towards her family who are gathered down the hall]
Ashburn: So that’s it? I’m not your partner anymore?
[Mullins stops and turns]
Mullins: No, you’re not. You’re another fucking disappointment.
[she turns to her family]
Mullins: I just want you to know that I’m going to find the man responsible for this.
[Mullins continues to walk off and passes Gina carrying a cup of coffee]
Gina: Hey, Shannon.
[Mullins knocks the coffee out of Gina’s hand as she walks off]
Gina: Uh, that was freaking rude.


 

[Ashburn starts packing her things at her apartment and comes across the Red Falls Killer case files and start going through them, now doubting if the killer she caught was guilty, she then visits Levy at his office]
Ashburn: Hi.
Levy: Hey.
Ashburn: I’m going to give these back to you.
[she hands over the case files he’d given her]
Ashburn: Thank you so much for your help.
Levy: Anytime.
[Ashburn turns to leave]
Levy: Hey, we’re going to miss you around here.
Ashburn: Oh, I don’t think so.
Levy: I might.
[Ashburn smiles and holds up her fingers, indicating a little bit, Levy agrees and laughs]
Levy: You did a good job out there. Just keep your fingers out of guys necks. It’s nasty.
Ashburn: Bye.
Levy: Bye.


 

[as Ashburn is walking out of the FBI office, she hears Hale holding a meeting with some agents regarding the Larkin case]
Hale: Alright, send out alerts to airports, train stations.
[pointing to Adam and Craig]
Hale: DEA is going to take the lead on this one, alright? Now, although this is a joint task force, we’re also working with the Boston PD.
Craig: Alright, Adam and I are going to be hand picking all the officers, so we don’t wind up with this.
[he points to a mugshot of Mullins on the TV monitor, everyone in the room laughs]
Craig: Alright, any questions?
[Ashburn enters the room]
Ashburn: Hey. Hey, that’s not right.
Craig: No, it’s not.
Ashburn: No, that officer that you’re making fun of. The one that you’re all laughing at, has more integrity, more commitment, more courage and more guts than anybody in this room.
Craig: Yeah, but less mental stability.
[everyone laughs again, except Hale]
Ashburn: Ha-ha. Okay. Okay, so, uh, just, just to be clear. What does mental instability look like? Keeping people safe? Protecting the community? Getting the job done? Is that what it looks like? Then great! If that’s what mental instability look like, sign me up for the crazy house. That officer right there, is a better law enforcement officer than anybody in this room. Myself included.


 

[pointing to Craig and Adam]
Ashburn: She is better than you, she’s better than you.
[to the rest of the agents in the room]
Ashburn: And she’s definitely better than you.
[to one of the agents who’s looking at his phone]
Ashburn: What are you doing? Are you texting? Are you playing a game? What is it? Put it away. Put it away. God, you guys are just, what is the matter with you? You’re such, you’re just such jerks! You’re just such, you’re just shit jerk! You’re just a shit jerk dick fucker! You’re a shit jerk dick fucker assholer! And you all can just go fuck yourselves!
[to Hale]
Ashburn: Not sorry, Senor. Not you. Pardon, please. Just all you fuckers.
[she steps out of the room, slides shut the glass door and slides two fingers to everyone in the room across the glass door]


 

[working on her own to hunt down Larkin, she breaks into a drug dealers apartment pointing her gun at the man in the room]
Mullins: Get on the ground! You are under arrest! Put your hands where I can see! Tell me where the fuck Larkin is?
[suddenly another man comes up behind Mullins and point a gun at her head]
Dealer: Hey, I think it’d be much more better if you put your hands up.
[Mullins puts her hand up and as he goes to grab her gun Ashburn turns up behind him]
Ashburn: Much more better?
[she points her gun at the back of his head]
Ashburn: Drop the gun and take a grammar course, you idiot.
Dealer: Who the fuck are you?
Ashburn: Me and her? We’re the fucking heat.
[Mullins and Ashburn smile at each other as they handcuff the drug dealers]
Ashburn: Alright. We’ve got some scum bags to visit, huh?
Mullins: Yeah, we do.
[to the drug dealer]
Mullins: Get up, asshole.
Ashburn: Let’s go.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins are at a warehouse arresting more drug dealers]
Mullins: Where’s Larkin?
Dealer: What? I don’t even know who that is!
Mullins: Where is he?!
Dealer: I told you, I don’t know who the fuck that is!
[to the police dog]
Ashburn: Really? Okay. So, clean? Clean? You’re not finding anything? Nothing in here? Really, you…? Okay, hold on a second. How about this?
[she turns and rips off the poster on the wall, revealing a large hole in the wall with drugs stashes inside it]
Ashburn: Right there! Right there!


 

[knocking on the door of another drug dealer]
Mullins: Got your pizza! Got your pizza, mister.
Dealer: Just a minute.
[the drug dealer opens the door and Mullins is holding up a large pizza box]
Mullins: Fresh hot pizza.
[she lowers the box and both Mullins and Ashburn are pointing their guns at him]
Ashburn: Get on your knees!
Dealer: What the fuck is this?
Ashburn: Get on the ground!
Mullins: Where’s your stash?
Dealer: I don’t have anything yet. I’m going to get some from a new distributer.
Mullins: Who’s your new distributer?


 

[there’s a knock on Rojas apartment door, he opens the door]
Rojas: Oh, shit, man!
[we see Ashburn and Mullins pointing their guns at Rojas]
Ashburn: Guess who.
Mullins: Surprise.
[Mullins pushes past him and enters into his apartment along with Ashburn]
Rojas: Come on, man! Listen, I don’t know what you all doing here, I’m out of the game.
Mullins: You know what I hate? Drugs! I’m a different man.
[Ashburn opens his refrigerator door takes out a package from the freezer and throws it at Rojas]
Rojas: This is not mine. I just bought that refrigerator the other day, this must have been in there.
[Mullins grabs the package of drugs from Rojas]
Mullins: We want to know where all this new shit is coming from! Where is Larkin?
Rojas: Bitch, which part of “I’m out” do you not understand? I’m out!
[Mullins and Ashburn look at each other]
Mullins: Do you want to interview him?
Ashburn: Mm, no. No, I think I have something better in mind.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins dangle Rojas by his feet over his apartments fire escape]
Rojas: Aahh! Oh, shit! I don’t know shit! Come on!
Mullins: I don’t know, it’s awfully heavy, Rojan.
Ashburn: Lie to me again! I want to feel your body sliding through my delicate hands.
Rojas: I don’t know shit!
Mullins: Woh! I can’t hold you!
Rojas: I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Okay, okay! It’s at a warehouse, Osama Street.
Ashburn: I’m almost disappointed.
Rojas: Get me up!


 

[to Mullins]
Ashburn: Alright, let’s pull him up.
Mullins: No, wait. I’m not kidding anymore!
Ashburn: What?
Mullins: I can’t lift him up!
Ashburn: What?!
Mullins: I can’t lift him! Shit. I’ve only done this one other time and it was a really tiny hooker.
Rojas: Lift my ass up! You fucking put nobody over no ground you can’t fucking lift them out!
Ashburn: Okay, okay. Uh, just tuck your head and relax your body.
Rojas: Lady, what the fuck?! Get me up! Get me up!


 

[as they struggle to hold onto Rojas’ legs, they suddenly drop him and he lands on top of a car]
Mullins and Ashburn: Ahhhh.
[Mullins and Ashburn looks down at Rojas]
Ashburn: Thank you again. Thank you.
Mullins: That was on me. I take that.
Rojas: I hope this ain’t my car. This is my car. This is my car.
[he looks down at the car]
Rojas: Oh, shit! My 2003!


 

[Mullins and Ashburn head over to Mullins apartment, Mullins opens her refrigerator stocked full of weapons]
Mullins: Load up.
[they start equipping themselves with Mullins’ personal arsenal, then Mullins picks up the grenade she’d showed Ashburn when she had visited her apartment before]
Ashburn: No, no, no, no. No.
Mullins: Yes, yes.
Ashburn: No, you said that thing ticks.
Mullins: Yeah, but not for days.
[after they fully arm themselves]
Mullins: You hungry? I got a sandwich I didn’t finish.
Ashburn: Is it the same sandwich you offered me a week ago?
Mullins: It’s cheese. Cheese doesn’t go bad.


 

[Mullins and Ashburn head over to the warehouse and come upon two of Larkin’s thugs using baby formula to mix with the drugs]
Mullins: Baby formula.
Ashburn: Yeah, cartel’s been smuggling cocaine in baby formula for years.
Mullins: Two of them, two of us.
Ashburn: I like those odds.
[they come out of their hiding place and point their guns at the two thugs]
Mullins: Boston PD!
Ashburn: FBI!
Mullins: Get down on the ground!
[the two thugs lower their weapons]
Ashburn: That’s right. That’s how we roll. Come on.


 

[as the two thugs are about to get on the ground, suddenly a handful more thugs appear from nowhere all pointing their guns at Ashburn and Mullins]
Mullins: You guys all coming back from break at the same time?
[at that moment LeSoire appears in front of them pointing his gun at them]
Ashburn: How unfortunate.
LeSoire: You guys less attractive every time I see you. Put the fucking guns down.
Mullins: No, thanks. Nice entrance, Teen Wolf.
LeSoire: What? You look like a Ninja Turtle. Alright? Take it easy.


 

Mullins: I’ve held someone at gunpoint for seventy-two hours before, let’s go.
Ashburn: We need to do what he says, alright?
Mullins: What?!
Ashburn: It’s the best thing. What are we going to do, shoot our way out of this? Okay, just put the gun in the bag.
Mullins: No. Get your, hold your gun up.
Ashburn: Just give them the bag, give them everything! Come on.
Mullins: Goddamn you.
[looking upset, Mullins lowers her gun and takes off her backpack]
Mullins: I thought you had my back.
LeSoire: Put it in the bag and slide it over, now.
Mullins: It’s in the bag. It’s in the bag!
LeSoire: Slide the bag over.


 

[to Mullins as she slides the bag over to LeSoire]
Ashburn: Sorry.
Mullins: Guess you and her are engage now, huh?
LeSoire: What?
Ashburn: Well, cause…
[Ashburn holds up the grenade ring she’s just pulled]
Ashburn: You just gave me a ring, motherfucker!
[Mullins quickly pulls Ashburn aside]
LeSoire: Oh, shit!
[suddenly the grenade explodes]


 

[after the grenade explosion]
Mullins: Oh, shit.
[as Ashburn tries to sit up, her foot is caught under some wooden crates]
Ashburn: Oh, God.
[Mullins tries to help remove her foot]
Ashburn: No, no, no.
Mullins: What?
Ashburn: Stop, stop, stop. Okay, that foots broken.
Mullins: Let’s pull it out.
Ashburn: It’s out!
[suddenly another thug turns up pointing two guns at them]
Warehouse Thug: Nice work.
Mullins: How many of you are there?
Ashburn: Really?


 

[Mullins and Ashburn are tied up and Julien shows up]
Julian: Hey! How funny? Just like when you were interrogating me, only now you’re tied up, and I got all these knives.
[he shows them the knives]
Julian: You know, I don’t like, uh, I don’t like to shoot people. I like cutting people up. It’s kind of what I do.
[he picks up a small knife]
Ashburn: It’s a, I like that one.
Mullins: It’s a good choice.
Ashburn: It’s a small.
Julian: You like this?
Mullins: Not too flashy.
Julian: This is actually an oyster shucking knife. Either of you ladies need your oysters shucked?
Mullins: Not at the moment.
Ashburn: Not me. Not me.
Julian: I got to tell you, I’ve done this, uh, a lot of times to a lot of people. And you two, you’re going to be the most fun.


 

[one of this thugs walks in]
Julian: What?
Warehouse Thug: Larkin’s here.
Julian: Larkin?
Warehouse Thug: Upstairs.
[to Mullins and Ashburn]
Julian: The fun will have to wait, the boss is here. Can you, uh, please excuse me a second, ladies?
Ashburn: Sure, take your…
Mullins: Yeah, take your time.
Ashburn: Take all the time you need.
Julian: Okay. Cool, cool.
[to Ashburn]
Julian: Oh, also, um, would you mind holding this for me?
Ashburn: My hands are tied. But I can…
Julian: Oh, okay. Let me help you.
[suddenly he stabs the knife into Ashburn’s thigh]
Mullins: Jesus.
Julian: Thanks.
[Julian walks off]


 

[trying to control herself from screaming out in pain from the knife in her thigh]
Ashburn: Fu, fu-fu, fu, fu…
Mullins: Sshit!
Ashburn: Breath through the pain. Breath through the pain.
[Ashburn tries to breath out]
Mullins: Yeah, do that. Do that. Do that.
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
Mullins: Breath it out. Breath it out. Breath it out.
Ashburn: Okay, Mullins.
Mullins: Oh.
Ashburn: If we should perish in here…
Mullins: We’re not going to.
Ashburn: Can you just ssh… I know I’m not very good with my feelings. Oh, God! I just need to tell you something. Okay? Okay. You are smart. You are smart and you are intuitive, and you’re the best cop I’ve ever worked with. Oh, God.
Mullins: You too. Thank you.
Ashburn: You were right. I went back and looked at the evidence and I think the Red Falls killer is innocent.


 

[Ashburn struggles to with the pain in her leg]
Ashburn: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
Mullins: Did you happen to mention that to anybody before you put yourself in a life threatening situation?
Ashburn: No, no! I didn’t know! I didn’t know!
Mullins: Jesus! Good luck, you’re taking that to your grave probably.


 

[as the pain is becoming unbearable, Ashburn starts turning he chair towards Mullins]
Ashburn: Fuck, the other leg. Fuck, the other leg. Oh, God. You can move your chair, you know?
Mullins: I am moving my chair!
[as Ashburn positions her chair behind Mullins]
Ashburn: Just grab it. Just take it, take it, take it. Just take.
[she pushes herself closer to Mullins hand, Mullins finally manages to grab the knife]
Mullins: I’m sorry.
[she quickly takes it out making Ashburn scream out in pain]
Mullins: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
Ashburn: Quick, cut the rope.
[Mullins starts using the knife to cut the rope around her hands]
Mullins: I am doing it.
Ashburn: Just hurry up, hurry up.
Mullins: It’s almost there. It’s almost there. Got it!
[she frees her hands]
Ashburn: Okay, okay.


 

[Mullins starts to cut Ashburn’s ropes]
Ashburn: Hurry up, hurry up.
[suddenly they hear a noise]
Mullins: Someone’s coming up. I got to put it back in.
Ashburn: What?!
Mullins: I got to put it back in, and then I’ll put my hands behind my back and when he gets close to me, I grab it. You got to shut up so I can put it back in.
Ashburn: Put it in, put it in. Put it in, put it in!
[Mullins quickly stabs her thigh]
Ashburn: Oh, my God! What are you doing?
Mullins: Sorry, I thought it would go in there fucking easy. Just shut up. Shut up.


 

[she stabs Ashburn in the same area again with the knife, leaving the knife in]
Ashburn: Ah, motherfucker!
[Mullins turns her face nearly hurling]
Mullins: I’m sorry. Shit.
[they turn their chair round to the same position]
Mullins: We didn’t check my hands.
Ashburn: Shut up. Shut up.


 

[as Ashburn and Mullins wait for Julian to re-enter the room, they are surprised to see instead Craig and Adam enter pointing their guns]
Craig: Oh, no! Scoob, Velma and Daphne got captured!
Ashburn: Ah, I never thought I’d be happy to see you guys.
Mullins: Come on, we got to get her to the hospital.
Adam: Did you guys call this in?
[Adam starts untying Ashburn’s legs]
Mullins: Yeah, I sent a fucking owl with a note. How did you even know we were here?
Craig: We followed you. I knew you weren’t going to give up that easily, especially not after they greased your shitbag brother.
Mullins: Fuck you. You know what? It takes a lot more than Larkin to take down a Mullins.
Adam: Wait, Jason, Jason’s not dead?
Craig: Come on, Adam. Larkin is on his way.
Mullins: What is this, a Q and A? Can we fucking do this later.
Adam: Yeah. Wait, did he talk to the police? Did he see Larkin?
Ashburn: Well, how is she supposed to know? He’s been in a coma! Can you please continue untying my leg.
Adam: That’s too bad. Where is he? Is he at Boston General?
Mullins: What, are you going to send fucking flowers?


 

Ashburn: Why are you so…?
[Ashburn suddenly realizes the connection]
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
Mullins: You piece of shit.
Ashburn: You guys are working with Larkin.
Adam: I really wish you hadn’t said that.
Craig: Said what?
[Adam pulls out his gun and suddenly shoots Craig in the head]
Ashburn: Oh, God!
Mullins: Shit!
Adam: God, that felt good.


 

[after Adam has killed Craig]
Mullins: God, it wasn’t the albino. I feel bad.
Adam: Yeah. No, he wasn’t working for Larkin. He just wanted you off the case cause he’s a misogynistic asshole.
Ashburn: Why are you doing this? You getting some kind of pay off? Is that, is that what it is?
Adam: I was, in the beginning. Six years dealing with these low lives making shit money.
Ashburn: Ah. You’re Larkin.
Mullins: Holy shit.
Adam: Tada! Get it? Right? I mean, it makes perfect sense. Alright, look. Now I’m bragging. But it’s very nice having a second income.
[just then Julian walks into the room]
Julian: I heard shots. What the…?
[Adam points to Craig’s body on the ground]
Julian: Oh, the albino. That guy was hilarious. Boss, I don’t think that was such a good idea.
Adam: Yeah, well you spend three years in van with him and you’d kill him too. We’ll pin it on LeSoire. I’ve got to go to the hospital to finish Jason. You deal with these two, no lose ends.
Julian: Mm-hm.
Mullins: Fucking rat.
Adam: We told you to stay out of the way.
[Ashburn shakes her head]


 

Adam: Goodbye.
[Adam turns and starts to leave]
Mullins: You fucking rat!
[as Adam is walking out of the room he holds up hand to wave goodbye]
Julian: See you, buddy.
Adam: Don’t call me buddy.
[Julian turns to the girls]
Julian: He’s actually a great guy.


 

[to the girls, after Adam has left the room]
Julian: Alright. Let’s have some fun.
[Julian turns to grab another knife]
Julian: I’ve been waiting to do this a long time.
[he picks up a knife and looks at Mullins]
Julian: Campbell Soup, you’re up first.
Mullins: Please don’t hurt us. Please don’t hurt us. I didn’t mean the shit I said. Please don’t hurt us.
[suddenly Mullins grabs the knife from Ashburn’s leg, cuts Julian on his leg, he falls to the ground screaming in pain]
Ashburn: Come on.


 

[Mullins quickly cuts the ropes tying her legs, Julian then rises to attack Mullins]
Julian: Bitch!
[still tied to the chair, Ashburn rises and knocks Julian aside which knocks the knife out of his hand, Mullins grabs the knife, then of Julian’s thugs runs into the room]
Ashburn: Mullins, coming two-thirty! Mullins!
[Mullins throws the knife at the thug which stabs him in the chest and he falls down dead]
Ashburn: Get it!
[Mullins goes to grab the gun fallen out of the thugs hand, at that moment Julian grabs hold of Ashburn from behind and holds a knife to her throat]
Julian: Don’t!


 

[Mullins points her gun at Julian as he holds onto Ashburn]
Julian: Take one step, and your partner gets it.
[Ashburn suddenly head butts Julian with the back of her head and knocks him out]
Ashburn: Oh, shit!
Mullins: Nice. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Ashburn: Oh, God.
[Mullins walks over to Ashburn and grabs her face]
Mullins: Look at me. Look at me. Are you okay?
Ashburn: Oh, God. I think I’m going to throw up.
Mullins: Oh, God. That was a really bad head butt.
Ashburn: Yeah.
Mullins: Yeah. It was good, but you’re going to feel it. Get yourself untied, and then we’re going to go get Jason. Okay? Got it?
[Ashburn nods her head]


 

[Ashburn and Mullins rush over to the hospital to rescue Jason]
Mullins: Why won’t they answer the phone?
Ashburn: Go, go, go, go!
[Mullins gets out of the car and rushes inside the hospital, Ashburn slowly gets out of the car and as she goes to walk she falls from the pain]
Ashburn: Oh, dear God.
[to the nurse sat in the hospital reception area]
Mullins: Get of the fucking phone!
[Mullins grabs the phone from the reception desk and throws it aside]
Mullins: Useless!
[she starts running down the corridor]


 

[at the same time Ashburn crawls inside the hospital and finds a wheelchair to climb into]
Nurse: We got something.
[other nurses rush to help Ashburn]
Nurse: Just help her into the chair.
Ashburn: I got it. No, no, I got it. I got it!
[Ashburn suddenly points her gun at the nurses to stop them fussing over her]
Ashburn: I got it! I got it. I got it.
[the nurses back away in fear]
Ashburn: I got it. Thank you.
[Ashburn starts wheeling herself down the corridor, but struggles as she’s holding her gun with the other hand]
Ashburn: Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Alright. got to turn it.
[to the nurses]
Ashburn: Call 911.
Nurse: You won’t shoot me?
Ashburn: Well, just, yeah. Call it, call it.


 

[Mullins rushes to Jason’s room and finds the bed empty, she turns to the doctor walking past]
Mullins: Where’s my brother, you asshole?
Hospital Doctor: Okay. You know, it’s that kind of language from your family that forced us to move him to the East wing of the hospital. I don’t know about…
Mullins: Move, dipshit!
[Ashburn pushes the doctor aside and starts running down the corridor again]
Mullins: Jason, I’m coming!
[in the meantime, Ashburn struggles to wheel herself down the corridor and decides to crawl in the ground instead]


 

[Mullins finds Jason in his new room still alive, as she breathes a sigh of relief Adam comes out from behind the door and hits her over the head, he goes over to Jason]
Adam: You know, it’s amazing what a little air in the blood stream does to the human heart. You may not want to watch this.
[Mullins notices Ashburn in the corridor trying to crawl towards the room]
Mullins: Wait. Wait, wait, wait. I just want you to know that I get it. I get it. I mean, I’ve been on the, I’ve been on the job a long time and you just see so many bad things, and bad people, and you just wonder if, you know, is anybody good anymore. And I just want you to know that you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to do it.
[Adam lowers his gun for a moment]
Adam: I know. But I do, because I have plans that don’t involve me going to prison with people I put there. So, say goodbye to your brother.
[as Adam goes to inject Jason with an empty syringe]
Mullins: Wait, wait, wait!
[suddenly Ashburn slides herself next to Mullins and points her gun at Adam]
Ashburn: Drop it, or I’m going to fire this weapon.
Adam: Or, I inject…
[suddenly Ashburn shoots Adam twice in his crotch, Adam falls to the ground]


 

[referring to Adam]
Mullins: Oh, you shot him in the dick. Twice. Oh, shit.
Ashburn: I took a page right out of your book, partner.
Mullins: Oh, God. I’ve never done it. I just, you know, I just aim at it. I don’t, I don’t actually do it. That’s fucking crazy.
Ashburn: What about Julian?
Mullins: I took the bullets out!
Ashburn: What?
Mullins: I mean, I just used it as a tactic to scare him. I mean, Jesus, I’m not fucking crazy!
Ashburn: Oh, my God! Don’t make me feel bad about it! God!
Mullins: No, no. I don’t… Hey, come here.
[she pulls Ashburn closer to her]
Mullins: Watch that leg. Watch that leg.
[Mullins puts her arm around Ashburn and pats her head]
Mullins: You take a load off, buddy. You saved my brother’s life.


 

[as Adam is been taken away groaning on a hospital bed, Hale walks over to Ashburn and Mullins]
Hale: Internal Affairs is going to open a top to bottom investigation of department now. Nice work.
Ashburn: Well, it was, uh, it was a team effort, sir.
Hale: Yeah. We put out an APB on Julian.
Mullins: Oh, don’t bother. He’s in the trunk.
[Mullins and Ashburn start walking away, with Mullins helping Ashburn walk]
Ashburn: Oh, and, sir? Uh, we’re going to have to reopen the Red Falls Killer case.
[they continue to walk away]
Mullins: Good for you.
Ashburn: I thought that would feel good, but it felt awful.
Mullins: You know, that’s probably going to just keep feeling bad. I’m glad you did it.


 

Ashburn: Should we be leaving the hospital?
Mullins: Oh, shit. No. Probably not. Spin it. Spin it.
[Mullins helps turn Ashburn back to return inside the hospital, she finds an abandoned hospital bed]
Mullins: You should take this one.
Ashburn: Okay.
Mullins: Let’s get you up here.
Ashburn: Is it clean?
Mullins: I’ll get you, it’s clean enough.


 

[Mullins pushes Ashburn towards the bed and she lands face down on the bed]
Ashburn: Oh, my God! That smells like several people died on here. Oh, my God. Let me just sit.
Mullins: Let me get your legs up.
[Mullins takes Ashburn’s legs]
Mullins: You know, you can help the process.
Ashburn: No, it’s not clean.
Mullins: Come on.
[Mullins puts Ashburn’s legs on the bed and helps push her up the bed]
Mullins: God!
Ashburn: Okay, okay. That’s good. Just flip me.
Mullins: Get off the leg. Get off the leg.
[Mullins helps Ashburn turn over]
Ashburn: Oh, my God.
Mullins: Don’t fall.
Ashburn: Okay.


 

[Ashburn and Mullins watch in surprise as Levy enters the hospital with other FBI agents]
Levy: Okay, I want this place locked down, people! Nobody goes in or out without talking to me! I want you three stationed at each end of the East wing. Let’s go. Alright, let’s get this over, people. Let’s go!
[Mullins helps Ashburn place herself provocatively on the bed; to the two FBI agents]
Levy: You two, get the press out of here.
[Levy turns and sees Ashburn lying in the bed]
Levy: You okay?
Ashburn: Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. I’m good.
Levy: Yeah, I knew you would be.
[Levy smiles at Ashburn]
Mullins: I’m good too.
[Levy motions to a nurse nearby]
Levy: Excuse me. See this woman right here? This is one of the best agents in the FBI, make sure she’s well taken care of. Alright?
[Levy smiles at Ashburn before walking away]


 

[to Mullins]
Ashburn: That was interesting, right?
Mullins: I would look into that.
Ashburn: Yeah.
[an orderly comes up to take Ashburn and moves her bed]
Ashburn: Oh, God. What is that?
Mullins: Alright. Christ. Alright, let’s go.
Orderly: Oh, you actually have to stay here.
Mullins: Alright. Well, just do what you can to save that leg.
Orderly: Oh, I’m not a doctor.
Mullins: Alright, fuck tart. I know you’re not a doctor. But tell it to the doctor! How about that?
[as the orderly wheels Ashburn’s bed away, the girls wave at each other]
Mullins: Alright. I’ll wait right here for you!
Ashburn: Throw out that sandwich!
Mullins: I’ll bring you that sandwich!
Ashburn: No! Throw it out!
Mullins: You got it, buddy.


 

[two weeks later Mullins is receiving a commendation from the Boston Police Department]
Captain Woods: For outstanding service, Officer Shannon Mullins.
[the audience claps as Mullins rises to receive her medal, she gets emotional and hugs Woods, at the same time Ashburn ushers in Mullins family into the hall and they start clapping and cheering her, Mullins looks over to Ashburn with tears in her eyes; later the Mullins family celebrate in Jason’s hospital room, with Jason now awake]
Mr. Mullins: Can I have your attention, please.
[to Mullins]
Mr. Mullins: I wanted you to have this, it was your grandmothers. She would have been very proud of you taking care of your brother.
[Mullins dad hands over painting to Mullins]
Mr. Mullins: Take a picture. Take a picture, come on. Take a picture.
[the painting is of Jesus playing basketball]
Mark Mullins: Oh, my God.
Mr. Mullins: Come on, take a picture.
Mark Mullins: Have you seen this?


 

[Mullins is standing out in the hospital corridor making a call on her phone when a nurse walks past]
Nurse: No cell phones.
[Mullins takes out her gun and points it at the nurse]
Mullins: How about now?
[the nurse walks away]
Mullins: Oh, different story? Oh, come on back.
[Mullins calls Ashburn as she’s cleaning her new office]
Ashburn: Ashburn.
Mullins: Hey, it’s me.
Ashburn: Hey.
Mullins: So, uh, you getting all settled in your new digs?
Ashburn: Yeah, yeah. It’s pretty, pretty sweet. Who needed a promotion anyway? I’m glad I stayed around where all the action is. You know, we got a lot of scum bags we need to take down here in Boston, Mullins.
Mullins: Yeah, we do. Right? Hey, uh…
Ashburn: Yep?
Mullins: Did you get that package I sent over?
Ashburn: Oh, God. I haven’t even, I haven’t even opened it yet. I’m sorry, it’s crazy cause you’re dad sent me something too, so.


 

[she looks over at another painting of Jesus playing basketball]
Ashburn: It’s like the Mullins gift day. Hold on.
[Ashburn opens the package and takes out her yearbook]
Ashburn: Oh, okay.
Mullins: I signed it, on the front.
Ashburn: Does that mean you broke into my house again?
Mullins: Maybe, maybe not, right?
Ashburn: Yeah, it’s amazing how that door just opens up all by itself.


 

[last lines; she sees the message ‘Fucking nerd. Mullins’]
Ashburn: Okay, I see it. That’s very funny.
Mullins: I know. I was just kidding. Just look at the, look at the back.
Ashburn: Oh, you wrote something else mean and profanity laden in the back? Okay, here it is.
[there’s a moment’s pause as Ashburn reads the message]
Ashburn: Well, don’t make it weird.
[we see the message Mullins has written is ‘Foster kid, now you have a sister. Mullins’]
Mullins: Later, nerd.
Ashburn: Takes a nerd to know a nerd.
Mullins: Okay, you made it weird. Bye.
Ashburn: Bye.


 

[mid-credit scene; we see Mullins holding a box knocking and on Ashburn’s front door, Ashburn opens the door]
Ashburn: Hi.
Mullins: Hey, there’s a, there’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot, It’s been bothering me and, well I got you something.
Ashburn: Oh! Okay.
[Mullins opens the box and takes out the cat that Ashburn had told her had ran away]
Mullins: I found your friend.
Ashburn: Pumpkin!
Mullins: Awesome, right? I drove all the way to New Jersey and I was up and down these streets and looking all over and, you know, I was just about to give up, and I was over by your old place, all of a sudden I hear this little bell, and I thought, wait a minute. I looked in your neighbor’s window and I saw this asshole sitting right on the couch. I said, “You are coming with me, even if you don’t want to go back with her.” And…
Ashburn: Oh, he fought you, huh?
Mullins: Yeah, he fought me.
Ashburn: Yeah. Wow.
Mullins: Pretty hard. But I’m just glad that, you know, I could kind of make this reuniting.


 

[she hands the cat to Ashburn, and Ashburn takes the cat looking awkward]
Ashburn: Wow. What a nice surprise this is, huh? What a surprise, huh? Look at where you are?
[Mullins realizes that this isn’t Ashburn’s cat]
Mullins: This was never your cat, was it?
Ashburn: No, no, no.
Mullins: Goddammit. Put him in the box. Put him in the box.
[Ashburn puts him back in the box]
Ashburn: Can you put him back?
Mullins: Well, do I have a lot of choice?
Ashburn: Well, can you just make sure he’s got lots of water?
Mullins: Just don’t.
[Mullins picks up the box and starts walking away]
Ashburn: He likes to snuggle.
Mullins: Don’t make me put the cat down and punch you.

 


Total Quotes: 152

 



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