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- Next on "Acapulco H.E.A.T.",
the H.E.A.T. team

travels to Columbia
to take down the empire

of a notorious drug lord,
and actually confronts

an ex-friend
turned mercenary...

(woman)
- Hand over the device, Caleb.

- ...working in his ranks.

(woman)
- Ashley, you're in no condition

to make demands.

- Now, their reunion
has become a battleground...

(woman)
- She's dead,
and that's a promise.

- ...as two old rivals find out
who is the best

on the next "Acapulco H.E.A.T."

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♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪Hey ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Burning hot ♪

♪I feel the heat ♪

♪ Hot, hot, hot ♪

♪ Sweat dripping down
my spine ♪

♪ Making me crazy ♪

♪ Wet fingers
touching mine ♪

♪ Making me hazy ♪

♪I'll always be ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ Mm-hmm
(burning hot, hot) ♪

♪I feel the heat ♪

♪ Ha, yeah, yeah ♪

♪I feel the... ♪

♪ Whoa-oh
ah, can you feel it ♪

♪ Whoa-oh, oh, it's deep,
deep in your soul ♪

♪ Whoa-oh
oh, whoa, whoa, feel the... ♪

♪Whoa-oh, I feel the heat ♪

♪ Making me crazy ♪

♪ Burning hot, hot ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ Ha, yeah, yeah
(when it's hot, hot) ♪

♪ Feel the heat ♪

♪ Burn, burn
(burning hot, hot) ♪

♪ I feel the heat, yeah ♪

♪ Ha, ha, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪

- (whistles)

- Brent, what were you doing?

The kick--
it goes like this.

Tuck your leg in first,
then shoot it out.

- I know what I'm doing.
You got in my way.

- I was in your way?
Where'd you get your black belt?

Kung fu theatre?

- Maybe.

- "Invincible Kung Fu Legs"--
who was in it?

- Tan Tao-Liang, 1980.

"Five Fingers Of Death"?

- Lo Lieh, 1972.

Ha, remember this?
"You killed my brother!"

- "And now you must die!"

(laughter)
- That was the best mo--

- Hey, what about
the Three Stooges?

- Which one?
- All of 'em.

Lesson's over.

What are you doing?

- Trying to decide
what I'm gonna wear tonight.

- What for?
You going somewhere?

- Out.
- Out?

What do you mean,
you're going out?

- Is it any of your business?

- Of course it's my business!
We're a team, remember?

- Only when we're working.

(knocking)
- Hey!

- Right now, I'm not working.

- I like the other one better.

- Good, then that settles it.
I'm wearing this one.

- So now, I don't
have good tastes?

- You have great taste...
for beer and pretzels,

but that's about it.

- You going on a date, huh?
With who?

- That's with whom.

And yes, I am going on a date,
for your information,

with an old friend.

- Yeah?
Well, whom is his name?

- Sergio Lanti.

- Sounds like a pair
of designer underwear.

- (laughs)
No more than Mike Savage.

Ha, ha, ha.
(laughs)

Okay, Sergio is the counsel
from San Luis.

He's here on a trade mission.

- Big deal.
- You're jealous!

- I'm not jealous.
- Oh, Mike, that's so sweet.

- Knock it off.

What did you tell him
you were doing here exactly?

- What I tell everyone--

that I'm here designing
a line of swimwear.

- Well, I don't like him.
So, just be careful.

- Thank you, Pops.

- Must be women trouble, huh?

- You know, the thing is,
just when you think

to get to know one of 'em,
they go around

and they do something
so off the wall,

so stupid, so...
- Beautiful.

Where are you going?
You look beautiful today.

- There's a new club
at the Presidente

and Marcos has passes.

Do you guys wanna join us?
- No, thanks.

- Maybe I'll join you later.

(chuckles)

Oh...
- What are you laughing at?

- Whatever Ashley did to you
must have really annoyed you.

- And how are you so sure
it was Ashley?

- (sighs)

I'm not blind, my friend.

(light jazz music playing)

- (sighs)

(knocking)

- Is this Ashley
Hunter-Coddington's suite?

- Who wants to know?
- Sergio Lanti.

And who would you be?

- Mike.

- Mike... I believe
she mentioned you.

The roommate.
- Yeah, roommate.

Not quite as impressive
as counsel.

- Vice-counsel.
- What's the matter?

Couldn't you make it
to the big league?

- Could you just
announce me, please?

- It's too late.
She already went to meet you.

What'd you do, screw up?

- Oh, I guess Ashley thought
I was going to meet her

at the restaurant.

- She's not gonna be too happy.

- (sighs)
Thank you.

- Hey, you know, if I were you,
I'd just forget it, pal,

because she hates
when people are late.

- Uh, lose the glasses, please.
The glasses.

Wait a minute, shouldn't you
be in the blue

and Maria in the red?

Or is it you in the white
and Andrea...

- Oh, Arthur, does it
really make a difference?

- Be a good girl,
darling, go and change.

Back here in 20 minutes,
thank you.

Good grief, you look like a man
who's either regretting

what he did last night
or what he didn't do.

- Both.

Have you seen or heard
from Ashley this morning?

- No.

- She didn't come home
last night.

- Oh, I see.

- I met her old friend.
I don't trust him.

I'm not jealous, Arthur,
I'm worried about her.

- Then why don't you call
the friend's hotel

and see if she's there?

I'll make the call.

Are you sure?
- Forget it.

- Where is Ashley?

Did you call the restaurant
and tell her not to wait for me?

- Now, why would I do that?

- How about
a jealous roommate?

- So, she didn't go
to the restaurant last night?

- No.

- And she didn't spend the night
with you last night?

- Of course not!
- Have you heard from her?

- No, are you hearing me?!

- It's been 18 hours,
Ashley wouldn't be gone

this long without calling in.

- That does seem unusual.

- Something's happened to her,

and I think
this Sergio guy's involved.

- Mike, there could be a
perfectly innocent explanation.

- She could walk in the door
any second.

- But she won't.
The first time I met this guy,

I had a gut reaction.
I know he's dirty.

- And I sincerely
hope you're wrong,

but we better check
him out anyway.

- Krissie, open up a file
on Lanti.

Check with INTERPOL database.
- You got it.

- I'll try and find
something out from this end.

But if he has diplomatic
immunity,

I don't know
how much there'll be.

- If he's done anything
to Ashley,

diplomatic immunity's
not gonna help him with me, pal.

- Mike... Lanti will be
priority one.

And Mike,
cover all the bases.

- It's already done.

- Have you seen her?

Thanks.

- How you doing?
Have you seen this woman?

- None of the girls saw her.
- Yeah, and the hostess is sure

she didn't make it
to the restaurant.

- The bell captain remembers
seeing her at about 6:00,

but he doesn't know
which way she went.

- And none of the cab drivers
I talked to picked her up,

and I talked
to my cousins and my uncles

and their wives' cousins
and uncles.

- Anybody else?
- Yeah, I wanna talk

to my sister Eva's
brother-in-law Chocó.

Now, he delivers mainly
for the mercado,

but hey, you know,
anything could happen.

I'm gonna meet him
later on tonight.

- (sighs)
Krissie, you got anything?

- I've drawn a blank
with INTERPOL,

but Lanti looks like
he's clean as the driven snow.

- Any luck with the Santo Luis
state department?

- It's difficult...

but I know that I can crack
their computer.

(computer beeping)

- Mike, I think
we're onto something.

A ring of international
white slavers

for a flat fee
of one million U.S. dollars

will deliver a woman
who exactly matches

the specifications of anyone
who'll pay the price.

- You don't think
Ashley could have possibly--

- I don't know.

Information on several
missing Santo Luis women

who may be victims is part
of the data you're receiving.

- I think you'll find
Sergio Lanti's travel records

very interesting.

(computer beeping)

(man)
- Bonjour, ma petite.

Awake at last.

Oh, I was afraid
you were going to miss dinner.

Please, join us.

That's right, you need
something to wear.

Your clothes are hanging
right there on the stand.

And Ashley, please,
don't take too long.

Everybody's dying to meet you.

- Oh, please.

(grunts)

- What you just did
is not going to help you a bit.

- Is this your idea
of a date?

What the hell is going on?!

- Just get ready
for your wonderful new life.

- "Wonderful new life?"

I'm perfectly happy
with the one I have.

- Think of it this way.

You're gonna live in a mansion.
Cars, clothing, jewelry--

everything every woman
would ever want and need.

- If it's such a wonderful
opportunity,

then why do you feel
the need to kidnap me?

- It's about money, Ashley.

I'll have a lot
and you'll have more

than you could ever
believe possible.

- I prefer my independence,
thank you very much.

- Ashley, Ashley, Ashley,
come on.

Whoa!
Feisty, good.

He'll like that.

(knocking)

(Mike)
- It's open.

- Cat told us.
- Can we do anything?

- I wish you could.
I wish I could.

- You do have a plan?
- Oh, I have a plan.

I'm just afraid
it might make things worse.

- Couldn't we decide upon that
once you've told us what it is?

- Lenti's in the business
of selling beautiful women

to the rich sleazebags
of the world.

If I could somehow convince him

that I had an unlimited
supply of beautiful girls,

I think I can get close enough
to his operation

to get a line to Ashley.

The only problem is,
he knows who I am.

- I'll do it.

- (sighs)
You can't, Arthur.

It's too dangerous.

- I appreciate your concern,
Michael, but it's for Ashley.

- Arthur... no offense,

but who's gonna believe that
you have an unlimited supply

of beautiful women?

- Well, I do.

Look, who will they believe?

Claudio, what say you and I
have ourselves

a little adventure?

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(man with French accent)
- Sergio, mon ami!

This is Alain Bertranet.

- Hey, Alain!
Is that really you?

Boy, a long time.
What is it, a year?

- Yes, Monte Carlo.
Seems like only last week.

What a wonderful time we had.

- Yeah, aren't they all,
hey, Alain?

Alain, I was on the other line,
can I call you back in a minute?

- Certainly.

You have the number.
- Okay.

(phone dialing)

(Mike)
- Hello?

- Hello, Alain, it's Sergio.
Sorry for the interruption.

So, are you in the mood
for another experience?

- Always.

But that's not the reason
I called.

A friend with
a similar appetite

has been approached by two
European gentlemen

with an interesting proposal.

- Who are they?
- Mario Chingolani

and Derek Hampstead.

They claim to have an
unlimited accessto models.

They are staying
in Puerto Vallarta

and they claim to have
some samples.

- And you'd like
my opinion on their samples?

- It would be a kindness
much appreciated.

Could you act
on this immediately?

My associate is quite anxious.

- Don't worry, I understand.
Take care.

(sighs)

- Yes!

The miracle
of modern technology.

- I've been kidnapped by a gang
of Cordon Bleu rejects.

Okay if I join you?

I'm Ashley.

I gather we're all
on the same boat?

- Yes.
- How did you end up here?

(man)
- Wine, ladies?

(glass clinks)

- I'm an actress.

I thought I was going to Rome
to be in a movie,

so I got on this private jet.

It didn't go to Rome.

And Lisa, she was shopping
in Beverly Hills

and somebody followed her
into the changing room and--

- Chloroformed her.
Join the club.

Did you know him before?

- No, no.
Said he was a movie producer.

- He always did have
quite an imagination.

- You know him?

- Obviously not very well.

Have you tried to escape?

- There's guards
and cameras everywhere.

I even found a peephole
in my shower.

- Listen to me carefully.

Have you noticed any chances
to get a message out?

- The only ones we can get near
are his guards.

- Have you noticed any times

they may be
a little less vigilant,

like during a shift change?

- Nothing.

- Then we'll just
have to outsmart them.

- How?
There's no way out.

- I'll find a way.

♪

(Arthur)
- That's enough, Alain,
this is a family show.

- Derek Hampstead.

- And you must be
Sergio Lanti.

My associate,
Mario Chingolani.

- Have we met before?

- No, but we know
of each other.

- May I?
- Please.

- You were expecting me?
- We were expecting someone.

- The one in the black
bathing suit.

She is quite, quite lovely.

- You have impeccable taste,
Mr. Lanti.

There's a rumor
that you're working

on something rather special.

- Something right here
in Puerto Vallarta.

- You know how it is
with rumors.

- Of course,
but there are rumors,

and there are opportunities.

- Opportunities?

- Mr. Lanti, we think
you might be interested

in some of our merchandise.

- I'll have to give it
some thought.

- Sure.

- Nice meeting you.

- No.
No, he doesn't seem interested.

- He's being careful.
You just met.

Don't worry, you guys did fine.

- I've got the car
up on the video wall.

- Yeah, well, they could
be keeping her anywhere.

- No luck, guys.

(phone ringing)

That's the dedicated line.

- Okay, patch it up,
Krissie.

(phone ringing)

- Yes?

Ah, Sergio.

Of course, we're interested.

We'll be there.

He's picking us up in front
of the hotel in an hour.

- Oh, I don't like this.
It's way too fast.

- And he wants us
to bring Cat.

(phone dialing)

- I want some men here.
Now.

- Lambs to slaughter.

(Sergio)
- Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

- Good evening.

- Melody, please, would you take
your seat over there?

Melody? Thank you.
Ashley?

- I think I'll take
the next seating.

- Ashley...

This is Mr. Hiro Shigata.

Please, be seated, please.

Ashley...

Gentlemen, welcome to
the Million Dollar Club.

Are they worth the price?

Huh, what do we say?

Yes, yes, good.
Very good, good.

Now, just remember the rules.

You do not take possession
until tomorrow morning.

For now, please enjoy the night

and have fun.
Bye.

(man clapping)

- You, sir, are the scum
of the Earth.

Now, if you'd excuse me,

I'm gonna go next door
and call your wife.

(banging)

Mike's on his way, hang on.

(Sergio)
- Ashley...

I'm afraid you're ignoring
your guest.

You see, I let you
out of the house.

Your escape plan
wasn't that good.

- How did you know?

- For anything less
than a million dollar,

you would not be worth
the trouble.

But...

Take her back to Mr. Shigata

and do not let her
out of your sight.

Go!

- It's still quiet in there.

- Not for much longer,
High Dive.

- Ready to go.

- Do it.

♪

It's showtime.

(light rustling)

(punching)

(man grunting)

(knocking)

- Hey!
Where's the party?

- (speaking in Spanish)

(gunfire continues)

- Aah!

- Where's Sergio?
Find him!

- Mike!
I could kiss you!

- I'm gonna remember
you said that.

- Not so fast.
- I'm sorry, I was scared.

- You weren't the only one.
Watch this one.

- Come on, girls.

Hey, where's your boyfriend?

- This is not the time
to get personal.

- Come on, girls.

(grunting)

- All right, remember,
spinning back...

- I know what I'm doing.

- Hey, follow me!

- Cat, get these girls
out of here.

Don't let go of her.

Where the hell
did Sergio go?

- Maybe he skipped last night

and took Claudio and Arthur
as hostages.

- There's no way,
we've had the house

under surveillance
since yesterday.

- He's getting away.
- Not a chance.

♪

(laughing)

- All right.

- Platform, there's still
no movement on Sergio's car.

I'm getting one of your
bad feelings.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

(Brett)
- What the hell?

- Sit back and relax.
We'll talk later.

Come on!
Come on, they're chasing us!

(tires screeching)

- Backflip, where are you guys?

- You don't wanna know.
(horns honking)

- (shouting in Spanish)

- Come on! Come on!
Speed up!

(horn honking)

(tires screeching)

- Are you okay, sweetheart?

- Yeah, I just need a bath.

- I thought cats
hated water.

- Don't worry about it,
we'll get him.

It's my fault.
I let him take the risk

and I should've known better.

(Krissie)
- It was the best shot
that we had at the time.

- Look, we know what to do
and who to talk to.

- Next time,
let's not talk so nice.

- Hey, you guys remember
my sister Eva's brother-in-law?

- Marcos, I'm under a lot
of stress right now.

Don't ask me to remember
your five million relatives.

- Hey, man, if it wasn't
for my family,

you wouldn't have eyes and ears
all over this town, okay?

- What do you got, man?

- Okay. Now...

my sister Eva's
brother-in-law Chocó,

he works for a food company
that delivers

to a lot of the hotels
and villas around here.

And he says there's this
one house

with a lot
of beautiful women in it,

and they've been buying
a lot of food lately.

- Well, maybe somebody's got
a family

that's even bigger than yours.

- No way, come on!

Anyway, Chocó's got a delivery
scheduled out there

for tomorrow,
and I'm gonna go with him.

- All right, guys.
Hit the streets.

Keep up the hard work.

♪

- (gasps)

Getting an apple.

Food? Hungry?

- I had a very interesting
phone call,

from my friend
Alain Bertranet.

He was very apologetic
for not speaking to me

in many, many months.

- Alain have such
a sense of humor.

- Shut up!
You two are policemen.

- Don't be absurd, we're in
the same business as you.

- I don't think so!

(knocking)
Come in.

If I were you,
I would reconsider my attitude.

Both of you.

He's hours early.
- Yes.

- Huh.

An eager client
is the best kind.

Lock them in and put
a man at the door.

- Yes.

- Until tomorrow, gentlemen.
Au revoir.

(men speaking in Spanish)

- The food goes here
in the back,

and the drinks
inside at the bar.

- Gracias.

(Sergio)
- Absolutely marvelous.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

You!
The bar is that way.

- Orange juice, please.

(whispering)
Marcos!
I thought you guys had a bad--

- No way, we got everything
under control.

- There are four
other women here.

- Yeah, we know,
kidnapped to order,

a million dollars each.

- A million dollars?
That's all?

- That's more
than I've ever paid.

Listen, they got Claudio
and Arthur too.

- Damn, that complicates things.

- Don't worry about it,
we're gonna get you out of here.

- I'm already working
on an escape plan.

He's giving a party tonight.

- Why are you still here?

- I came to get something
to drink, do you mind?

- I am not talking to you.
What are you doing here?

- (speaking in Spanish)

- What the hell
is he saying?

- He came to stock the bar.

- Get out.

Get out!
- Lo siento.

- Out!
- Lo siento.

- Now!

- Lo siento, senor.
- Out!

- You're a real slime, Sergio.

- Insults are not going
to help you.

Welcome to my home,
Mr. Shigata.

Please.

- If we're gonna get
out of here,

we've gotta move fast.
- I'll tell the others.

- While you're at it, find out
if anyone has seen two men--

a tall, blond
long-haired Italian

and an Englishman.

- Have you tried the bedroom
by the courtyard?

They have got
a guard on the door.

Maybe they're in there.
(door opens)

- And to think
that there was a time

when I thought I could
keep you for myself.

It would never have worked,
would it?

- Hardly.
- It is true...

women are not what
they used to be.

- Amazing what an education
does, isn't it?

- Honey, if I just
had time to teach you...

- Don't touch me,
you glorified pimp.

- Don't push me, Ashley.
It's bad for your health.

- Spring Board, I'm picking up
Sarong on the mic.

She's alive and kicking,
but I think we better move fast.

- Security's good.

- He said you'd let me go
if I told you what I know.

- He was right.

- (sighs)
Feel like such a rat.

- Oh, Melody.
Trust me.

- Sorry I'm late.

Did Mr. Smith
sign off already?

- Yeah, he had to go
to some big party at the U.N.

- Did he have any news
on Sergio?

- Santo Luis lifted
his diplomatic status.

Right now, I figure Rodriguez

is nailing him with about
half a dozen extradition orders.

- Wonderful.

- By the way, Mr. Smith
said welcome back

and that he's glad you're safe.

- Aw, that's sweet.

Did you thank Claudio?

- I paid my bar tab.
- How 'bout Arthur?

- Told him I wouldn't pick
on him for a whole month.

- (chuckles)

So, all's well that ends well.

Sorry I made you
jealous there.

- It wasn't jealousy,
it was instinct.

- Oh... so, instinct

made you hate him
right from the beginning?

- That's right.

- That's not what Claudio said.

- I'll kill him.

- You'll have to kill
Arthur as well.

He told me how worried you were

when I didn't come home
that night.

- I would have been that worried
about any member of the team.

- A little jealousy
isn't a bad thing, Mike.

- I wasn't jealous.

(sighs)
Why are you all dressed up?

- I'm going out.

- Where?

- There's this little Italian
restaurant at the marina.

It's not quite the U.N.
but it's very romantic.

- Another old friend?

- Yes, my best friend.

- And who might that be?

- You.

♪