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(Cat)
- Tonight on
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."...

(gunfire)

(grunting)

(computer beeps)

(grunting)

(smack, body thudding)

- ♪ Oh can you feel it? ♪

♪ Burn inside ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪

♪ Sweat ♪

♪ Dripping down my spine ♪

♪ Making it hazy ♪

♪ Wet ♪

♪ Fingers touching mine ♪

♪ Making me crazy ♪

♪ I'm on the street ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪

♪ Deep ♪

♪ In the darkest night ♪

♪ I feel the motion ♪

♪ Keep ♪

♪ All my love alive ♪

♪ Come to the ocean ♪

♪ I'm on the street ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

(lively music playing)

(chatter)

- You know, when we have
children you got to be on time.

Pick them up from school,
take them to the doctor.

Dentist.

Soccer, gymnastics.

- Sorry.

Yeah, but sometimes
that boutique

is like a runaway train.

- I thought you skirted the
children issue very nicely.

- It's a little premature.

- Not for me.

- We've known
each other two weeks.

- I've known you in 100
different lifetimes.

- Oh, we must have been Ginger
Rogers and Fred Astaire.

- No, we were probably there
wrapping bodies in Egypt.

- Oh, what a ghastly thought.

- Bodies are important,
you know.

It's a highly thought-of
position, as lowly positions go.

- Well, speaking of positions,

how about we take
a seated one?

I've been on my feet all day.

- You know, we have options
beside sitting.

- You are as much a runaway
train as that boutique.

- And you love it.

- I'm afraid I'm starting to.

- You have nothing
to be afraid of.

- So, has your business
partner showed up yet?

- Let's see, we shot right past
sleeping together and the veil.

- You know,
I've spent all day

with wonderful fun-loving,

sometimes pain-in-the neck
tourists, and you want me to be

instantly romantic.

I just... I need a couple
minutes to settle in.

- Your kisses don't
seem distracted.

- Well, it's because
I like kissing you.

You know, there's a little
ground to cover between great

kissing, picket fences
and a visit to the pediatrician.

- Are you aware that we
currently live on this large

round ball
spinning through space?

We reside in buildings

that are stuck on
to the way we spin.

Seems to me when an opportunity
of any kind presents itself,

one should grab hold
and hang on.

- Well, apparently, the
opportunity you want to grab

a hold of and hang onto is me,

and I'd like
to take it slow.

- Will you excuse me
for just a minute?

I think I see that banker
I've been waiting for.

- Sure.

- Who else is here with you?

(grunting)

(neck cracks)

Never did know how to make it
easy on yourself.

It's hard to be patient
when one sees

his unborn children in the eyes
of the woman he's with.

- Didn't I see that in a movie

or read that
in a book somewhere?

- Beautiful words
are beautiful words.

Doesn't matter
where they come from,

as long as they're sincere.

- I agree.

- Come on, let's take
a stroll on the beach.

- Sorry, guys.

- Boy... You look beat.

- Hm, good morning to you, too.

Mm, nectar of the gods.

- Nicole said you would be late.

- She did, did she?

- Well, after watching
you and Mr. Import-Export

on the beach, I'm surprised
you showed up at all.

- Spying on me, were you?

- Taking a late night run so
I'll be in shape

for whatever
the Army CIA wants.

- You could have called me.
I would have gone with you.

- I was working.

On my negotiating skills.

- Uh-huh.

- Quit your yakking, ladies.

Uncle Sam's here.

- Good morning,
I'm Colonel Miller.

We can skip the introductions,

I know who you all are.

- How can we help you, Colonel?

- Well, we have reason to
believe that small amount of

money belonging to
the United States government

is due to show up
here any day in Mexico.

- You want our help, Colonel?

Be straight with us.

The Army's not gonna send a CIA
colonel anywhere

for a small amount of money.

- Well, they told me
you folks were good.

The amount
is ten million... in gold.

- Gold bars?
Gold jewelry?

CIA gold coins, what?

- Not many people
know that coins

are minted for the CIA.

- Maybe that's
why they sent you to us.

- South African gold coins
that belong to

the Kuwaiti government.

- I thought you
said the money

belonged to our government.

- Well, it does.
We reimburse the Kuwaitis.

That's why the gold could
only have been taken

by U.S. Army personnel.

- So you know who took it,
you just don't know where it is.

- Sergeant Paul Martinez.

Released from prison
a couple of days ago.

He slipped across the border,
we've lost track.

We are convinced that he and
four other members of his

platoon took the gold

and for some reason, he's the
only one who knows where it is.

- Where are the other members of
the platoon?

- One is dead, Ricardo Gonzales.

The other three remaining ones
are here in Mexico.

They were under surveillance,

but they slipped
through the net.

- You got their names?

- We do not have
that information,

- And in five years, none of the
gold has turned up?

- Right.

- So the army figures Paul
and his friends

are gonna have a little reunion.

What do you need from us?

Well, for us to do it, we'd have
to notify the Mexican government

about our purpose
and our presence.

And I think the present
administration would rather the

world did not know that our
soldiers stole the gold

and that we reimbursed
a wealthy monarchy.

- His service records are here.

It only list, um, Gloria Perez
as the beneficiary.

There's no address.

- And no family that we know of.

I can be reached at this number.

- We'll let you know as soon as
we find something.

Run our friend here and see what
you can find out about him.

- What I'm curious about is,

if the gold is here,
how'd it get here?

I mean, you don't just put ten
million in gold in a duffel bag?

- Well, if we figure that out,

we'll know
where the gold is.

- Where will I find you all?

- Well, I'll be with
our good buddy,

Captain Sanchez.

Try and see what he knows.

- Make some copies of the photo.

I'll go to the airport
and check my friends.

Maybe they know something.

- I have a lunch with Richard,
but before I go, I'll go check

the ferry and the bus and...

- Thank you.

(silverware clanking)

(dialing)

- Okay, they're hired.

I think it's very necessary.

There's gonna be bodies laying
all over this town and I don't

want any of them to be CIA.

Yeah, right.

(phone beeps)

- I hate this place.

Reminds me of a Mexican prison.

- It is a Mexican prison.

- Yeah, but these people are
free to come and go

as they please.

- Yeah, right.

- He was supposed
to be on the last bus.

- I hate it when you tell me
things I already know.

- I don't want to spend
a lot of time here.

- If he's not on the bus
from Mazatlán, we'll go.

(typewriter typing)

- Excuse me, senorita,
I have a reservation for me.

- Room three, second floor.

- Paul used to run with
a very tough crowd

that hung out at the
Maracaibo bar.

- I thought you closed
that place down.

- Apparently, someone
of a high, high authority

reopened it.

- Well, you got the names of any
of these friends of his?

- I might be able to find some,
but it could take a while.

I do remember a Gloria Perez.

- Gloria Perez.

- Yeah.

- All right.

Well, is there anything
I can do in the meantime,

I mean 'til you locate her?

- Now that you mention it,
someone has stolen a very large

amount of weapons from the Los
Angeles police metro division.

We have reasons to believe
that they are headed here.

- All right,
I'll keep my eyes open.

- That's very nice of you.

- All right, man.

(distant chatter,
birds chirping)

- Well, you're gonna
go back tomorrow

and wait for him on your own.

I'm not going to the back
of that damn bus station.

(man laughing)

- To the most beautiful,
sexy woman I've ever known.

To the woman that invades
my dreams every night.

- Look who we have here.

- Heh-heh.
She's a beauty.

♪

(glass breaking, gunfire)

(men groaning)

(gunfire continues throughout)

(police sirens wailing)

- Cat!

- Oh, excuse me one second.

Yeah?

For a moment there,
I thought the shooters

were trying to kill us,

but Richard said there were
a couple of unsavory looking

characters hanging about.

- Did you see them?

- No, I was too busy trying
to stay alive.

If it weren't for Richard,
I think I would be dead.

- Quick thinking
for a Import/Export guy.

- Well, used to be Navy Seal.

- Lucky for you.
- Mhm.

- May I interrupt?

- Do you know where they are?

- No. Neither man had
any identification.

But at this point, we assume
that they just panicked and got

in between the shooter behind
you and the other two.

May I talk to you for a minute?

- Yesterday.

You were out dancing,
weren't you?

- Yeah, yesterday afternoon
for about half an hour.

- And did you notice
anything suspicious?

- No, why?

- A man was killed.
- Someone we know?

- We don't know yet who he was,

but suddenly there
seems to be a lot of people

going around with
no identification.

(man)
- Hey,Capitan.

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

- What do you think of that?

- Do you suppose
he's following one of us?

- You would think he
would have said hello.

(door closing)

(computer beeps)

- I tapped into the federales
fingerprint check.

The two men that were killed
in the park were fishermen.

- Fishermen?

(typing)

- For their whole lives
and their daddies' lives

and their daddies before them.

- Just in case,
you better see if you can find

a tie between them
and Paul Martinez,

or anybody Martinez
may have known.

- What are you looking for?

- If the gold is in Mexico,

like Tommy said,
how did it get here?

- Okay.
- I'm gonna go see
our friend the colonel.

I don't like
his being at the park.

How did he know
what happened there?

- His army record
is cleaner than clean.

Nothing but medals
and citations.

- I know, but I'm starting to
get the feeling that there's

something he's not telling us.

(typing)

- Run a military check on
Richard Blakely, okay?

- Isn't that the hunk
Cat's seeing?

- The one and the same.

And keep it to yourself.

- Sure, I guess so.

- I sure hope
there's nothing to it.

- Me too.

- Stay with him.

If they leave,
just follow him.

- You're spending too much time
with that woman.

You could have been killed.

- But I wasn't.
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Thanks for the park.
- Yeah.

Those are my old platoon buddies
they were shooting at, man.

(traffic passing)

(chatter)

(distant cheering and applause)

♪

- Enjoying the show?

- Hmm, very much.

So much beauty.

I grew up on a lake in Michigan.

I used to pray for summer when
the lake would be surrounded by

girls in their bathing suits.

- Yeah, and there's so much
less bathing suit today.

- Oh, no, just-- just enough.

Would you relax?

Let me tell you how none
of the beauty I've seen today

compares to yours.

- Why don't you tell me
why the shooters

were shooting at us in the park?

- Oh, my.
Serious, aren't we?

- For the moment.

- I told you, they were shooting
at whoever the hell

the guy was behind us.

- Well, it looked to me like
they were aiming a little too

low and to the left to be
shooting at him.

- All right, what is it you're
not telling me?

- What do you mean
what am I not telling you?

- You're a buyer
for a boutique in Mexico.

You can remain
calm enough under fire

to tell what direction
shooters are aiming in?

I'm sorry, that's
pretty remarkable.

- It looked to me like
they were aiming at us.

- They were shooting
in our direction.

Don't you think that maybe
that could have

clouded your judgment a little?

- To tell you the truth,
I was scared to death.

- So was I.

- Well, for somebody
who was scared to death,

you sure didn't do a good job of
taking care of me.

- Look, I don't know what's
going on here, but when you feel

like being an object
of my affection

rather than my interrogator,
call me.

I've had enough questions to
last me a lifetime.

- Wait a minute.
Couples need to be able to talk.

- Talk.

Not give the third degree.

(sighs)

- Ah... nice day for a walk
in the park.

- Didn't seem so
for a couple of fellas.

- Why were you in the park?

- Someone once suggested to me,
if I ever came here,

to go see the park.

- We are working for you.

- Let's just say
it was a reliable source.

One of our plants here in
Mexico, who was familiar with

the detail of the gold
recognized the shooters.

- Did they recognize
anybody else?

- Apparently not.

But we can assume they weren't
shooting at pigeons.

- Who were the shooters?

- Carlos and Ramon.

They were members of the same
platoon as Martinez.

They were involved in the
robbery of the gold.

My boss felt that it was wise to
operate under a need-to-know.

- We need to know everything.

- Who were they shooting at?

- I don't know.

- Why don't I believe you?

- Perhaps you have
a suspicious nature.

- Hmm.

(grunting)

- Guess what I want to know.

(groaning)

Now, does that help?

- Tell him where the goddamn
gold is before he kills you.

- Forget it!

(grunting)

(coughing)

(neck cracks)

- Check his pockets.

(knocking on door)

(man, through door)
- Come on, Paul, it's time.

- They don't know we're here.

(through door)
- Come on, man!

(knocking)

Come on, man!

(lively music playing, chatter)

- I'm glad you called.

- I'm glad you came.

I didn't feel right
that we parted angry.

I didn't feel right that
we parted at all.

I have dinner set up
for us on the beach.

What?

- You make it hard for a girl to
keep her balance.

- If you ever fall, know that
I will always be there

to catch you.

I promise.

(Cat)
- "Acapulco H.E.A.T."
will return in a moment.

♪

(Richard laughing)

- I like it out here in the palm
of mother nature's hand.

- Hmm.

I would have figured
you more for the inside

of Mother Nature's thigh
as a point of reference.

- I thought about it.

There's this poem or story

about how God
will hold all the children

in the palm of his hand,
and laying here with you,

I seem to spend a lot of time
thinking about children.

(phone ringing)

- I'm sorry, and on such
a beautiful thought.

- It's not your fault.
You didn't make it beep.

- Oh.

Yeah, but I do have to go.

- Why?

- Well, we're having trouble
with a shipment.

I guess I can't get it off
the ship or something

and the ship sails in an hour.

- And just when I was feeling
like we were

gonna start having a family.

- You're impossible.

I'll call you as soon
as I'm done, okay?

- That's a strange, strange
boutique you work at.

♪

- It appears there will be more
gold to share.

- Yeah, it looks like
someone tried to beat

the information out of him.

- Question is, did they get what
they were looking for?

- If they didn't, maybe your
gold is going to be a source

of treasure stories
told for many generations.

- Yeah, well, it's not our gold.

- Not yet.

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

- What do you mean you lost 'em?

- What the hell
do you think I mean?

- It was a small hotel.

- It's still a small hotel.

Look, they must have
gone out the back,

outside or the side or some--
I don't know.

- We've got to find him.
- I know that.

- He's got a girl in Silouetta.
Start there.

- How far do I go with her?

- She's probably the
key to Carlos and Ramon,

who now may be
the key to the gold.

You figure it out.

- Now, there's somebody
I have to go see.

- All right.

(chatter)

- Excuse me.
(Joanna gasps)

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
startle you.

Um, Joanna?

I'm looking for Cat.

- Oh, she's not here.

- Could you tell
me where she is?

- Um, she and Nicole are...

She-- She took a drive.

- Somewhere in particular
or just a drive?

- Um, they had to pick up
baskets from a weaver

outside of town.

- Did y'all get that shipment
straightened out last night?

- What shipment?

- The one that was on the ship
that was gonna set sail

or something like that?

- Oh.

No, we didn't get it.

Um, we couldn't
get the paperwork

straightened out in time.

- What a shame.

You tell Cat I came by.

- Hey, you own
a piece of this place?

- I just like having my meetings
where I don't have to worry

about being overheard.

- I don't know where you been,
Colonel, sir,

but this is the '90s.

- Well, I don't believe anyone
in this little band of merry man

has any equipment
that sophisticated.

- I don't know, maybe your
bosses are spying on you.

- They have no reason to.

- Look, apparently you
got guys in the streets

and I don't like
not knowing who they are.

- It wouldn't make
any difference.

Besides, they know who you are.

- Well, I don't know, it just
might help me from killing one

of them by mistake.

- That's the chances they take.

- I'm starting to dislike you
more as I get to know you.

- Well, our dislike
for each other

doesn't mean
we can't work together.

- Well, then help us out
a little bit here, huh?

Before I suggest to the girls we
drop out of this thing,

how did you know
about the shooting?

- I had a tail put on
the shooter from the park,

but we've since lost him.

They followed him
back to the hotel

and Paul was already dead.

- Well, this is
that Carlos and Ramon?

- One and the same.

- You said Paul
was already dead.

- Someone else killed him.

- I don't know, you don't look
too happy about it.

- I think Paul was the only one
who knew where the gold is.

- Okay, so what happened?

Everybody left
looking for the gold,

what, did they kill
each other off?

- Possibly.

- It's me.
- What have you got?

- I am having real trouble
pulling together

Richard Blakely's past.

I have bits
and pieces, but...

his military records are hiding

somewhere in cyberspace.

- What have you got so far?

- Nothing of any interest.

Except that at one point,
he left the Navy.

He was a SEAL and then he
transferred to the Army

and went to work
as a prison guard.

And I can't find anything on his
import-export business

Cat was talking about.

- Let me know when you have
something of interest.

- Oh, and tell Cat he was by the
boutique about half an hour ago

looking for her.

- Thanks.
I'll tell her.

- What was all that about?

- Not much.

Joanna still cannot tell us for
sure if a fisherman

could have been
involved with Martinez.
- Hmm.

- Oh, and Richard stopped by
the boutique, looking for you.

- I wonder why.

- He wants you to be his wife
and bear his children.

Why shouldn't he look for you?

- Because I told him
I would call him

when I was through.

- Maybe he doesn't like
your suspicious behavior

and he's checking up on you.

- And you think I ought
to check up on him?

- Well, now that you caught me
trying to be clever, yes,

something like that.

- Look, I know we were at the
same bar as that guy

who was killed,
and it looked to me

like they were shooting at us
in the park, but I--

- You happen to be a good judge
of who's shooting at who.

- What I was trying to say is,

sometimes things
aren't as they appear.

I mean, remember when you were
in the vicinity of two bombings

in one week?

- It was just a thought.

- Yeah.

Look, I know you
genuinely care,

but I can take care
of myself.

- Once in a while,
we might need help.

- And you'll be
the first one I come to.

- Okay.

(birds chirping,
distant chatter)

(traffic passing)

(woman screaming)

- Who he trusted?
You!

So who knows where the money is?

You!
So, where is it?!

(grunting throughout)

(screaming)

(Nicole)
- Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T.
team will be right back.

(Richard)
- You know, for a woman
running a boutique,

you spend very little
time at the boutique.

- Well, a lot of what I do is to
make sure we have great things

to sell in the boutique.

- I don't see that place being
able to support the four of you.

- Where do you think
we get all our money?

- I don't know.
Maybe you launder money
for some drug lord.

- You know, you have an awfully
suspicious mind

for an importer-exporter.

- We always have
suspicious minds.

We're one step removed
from being smugglers.

- Maybe you're not
one step removed.

I mean, trouble
seems to follow you.

The shooting at the park,

the man being murdered
outside the bar.

- Oh, you're good.

I make observations about
your work and you turn on me.

- I'm not turning on you.

I just have questions.

And there can only
be too many questions

when somebody stops answering.

- You're right.

Well, look, I've got some good
news and I've got some bad news.

The good news is my business
deal here is close.

Very close.

The bad news is, I've got to
meet with some people

in about half an hour.

- Well, that's great.

I'm happy for you.

- For us?

- Yeah.
For us.

- I think it's a waste of time.

- Don't think.

Just listen to me.

(computer beeps)

(Nicole)
- These are the two guys at
Gloria's apartment.

(Joanna)
- How is she?

- Oh...

Concussion, stitches.

She'll be fine.

- Why do I get the feeling we're
sitting on top of a time bomb?

- Gloria told me that
Paul had a good friend,

who if he confided in anybody,
would be this guy Benjamin

at the Maracaibo bar.

- Why don't you and Cat see what
you can find out

and I'll be a backup?

- Cat should be here any minute.

She was with Richard
at the beach café.

- What, you think
he's Mr. Right?

Oh...

You guys checked up on him.

You two should be ashamed.

So, uh...
What'd you find out?

(birds chirping)

(distant dog barking)

- He wouldn't give us anything.

In fact, Nicole used her best
stuff and he told her

that in a couple of days,
he could buy a hundred like her.

- Go inside.

- Hey!

Hey!

(groaning)

- Upsy-daisy.

- Ricardo Gonzales
is a U.S. citizen.

He got his citizenship by
serving in the Army,

but it wasn't with Paul.

Oh, he was killed in Kuwait.

- What'd they do with the body?

- They sent it back
to the states.

No, wait a minute.

There's documentation for
the body to enter Mexico.

(computer beeps)

He's buried here.

In the big cemetery across town.

- Bet it was a heavy casket.

(typing, computer beeps)

- Lined in gold.

- I feel sorry for the family.

There probably wasn't
even room for the body.

But, I gotta admit.

It's a pretty smart way to ship
the gold and hide it until

you're ready to get it.

- I'm ready to get it.

(church bell ringing)

(chatter)

(Richard)
- Let's go.

Waste of time, huh?

- Hey.
Here they are.

Ramon and Carlos.

- Let's spread out.

I'll follow them,
you go to the grave, okay?

(gunfire)

- Has to be those two nutcases.

(distant screaming)

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(smack, body thuds)

- I just couldn't shoot
anything as pretty as you.

- That's good.

(grunting)

- Ow!

(grunting throughout)

- Ow!

(gun clattering)

- It could all be ours.

- I need for the father
of my children

to have honor.

Don't you dare die on me.

- I can save
you a limousine ride.

- Settle for an ambulance?

- Fast.

(softly)
- Okay.
I'll go get one.

♪

(Joanna)
- Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. team
will be back in a moment.

- Boy, is that divine
intervention or what?

- I don't understand.

- This gun is from the Los
Angeles Police Metro unit.

It's for crowd control.

It fires sandbags.

Sandbags.

- Sandbags?

- They hurt like hell
and they knock you down.

- Yeah, but at least you're
not the dead person

you thought you'd be.

- Yeah.

- Oh, Gloria wrote,

thanking us for sharing
the reward with her.

- Well, the reward was not
enough for the colonel.

He was ready to throw in
the whole career for the gold.

- Now he gets to spend it
in prison.

Once he gets out
of the hospital.

- I'm proud of you.

He's bright, good looking.

I'm impressed you didn't just
fly away with him

on the first date.

- I thought about it.

- Hey, I was so easily fooled.

But when you get in close and
those hormones start going,

it's like blinders.

- Doesn't stop the hurt.

- I know.

- At least you kept your head.

- Big deal.

- Hey.

It's for you.

- What?

- There's a brand-new
international

dating service here in town.

- Yeah, we had, uh, well, Joanna
feed 'em some of your vitals,

and... uh, well...

he's your first match.

- I'm gonna kill you.
- Go get 'em, Cat.

- Come on.

Go.

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