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Tonight on Acapulco Heats.

Dominique's Pizza.

How you doing?

You make deep dish pizza.

No kidding. New York style, too.

I'd like to order me one.

Well, let me see.

Anchovies, pepperoni, and Italian pie.

Hey, Duke, you don't eat meat, do you? I almost forgot.

Listen, champ, can you make that a vegetarian?

Great. The address?

221 Villa Del Mar.

Oh, and tell the kid to just knock and come on in.

Thanks, champ.

Hey, Duke.

Your pizza's on its way.

Guess what?

If it's not here in 20 minutes, it's free.

Complimenting Mr. Paradise.

Enjoy.

Seven letters for heaven's grief.

Heaven's grief.

I got it.

Thanks. Peace.

Hello.

That's a pretty big order.

You'll need a truckload of enchiladas to guarantee results.

Three mil? Consider it done. Where?

Puerto Vallarta.

Why not? I hear it's paradise on Earth.

Well, what's the origin?

What is this stuff?

It's a dress to you.

In care of Acapulco heat?

I bet it's our new swimsuit.

Swimsuit? Yes. You ordered swimsuit for our boutique? Without consulting us?

Well, I'm a partner, aren't I? Oh, yes. Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Why

do you guys get all the fun, huh?

You think you're an expert on current styles and market trends?

Wait a minute.

I'm a man, okay?

Listen, I know what looks good on a woman.

Comes in bikinis. Believe me, I got the expertise, okay?

Uh -oh. These are supposed to be swimming suits?

Mannequins? No, I didn't know they were mannequins.

Maybe we can't return them. It's too late.

I had to pay the invoice C .I .D. I just had some kind of mistake.

Is this your signature?

Oh, yeah, that's his chicken scratch.

Looks like we got you by the ballpoint pen, Tommy.

You got your catalogs mixed up.

Well, congratulations.

You just bought yourself four dozen plastic women.

And you owe Acapulco pizza $1 ,699.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where the hell am I going to get that kind of money? And we

would appreciate it if you removed your property.

What am I going to do with them?

You can have a yard sale.

You wouldn't believe the things I've gotten rid of in yard sales.

Huh?

Who is this Linus Hopper?

Sir Linus. He's an old friend from MI5.

We did some high -maintenance work for him a few years back.

Nothing too intense.

The rescue operation's quick in and out stuff. Yeah, and he returned the favor

by keeping us in the loop.

Oh, tight.

Tight enough.

Sir Linus' information is always right on tug.

What tug is this about? Oh, I don't know. He wouldn't tell me on the phone.

Jack, so very nice to see you again.

Thomas, keeping yourself fit as usual, I see.

Nicole, Joanna.

So what brings you to Puerto Vallarta?

Oh, you might say I'm pulling your chestnuts out of the fire.

Oh, how so?

Oh, some rather unfortunate business looming on the horizon. And since it was

your backyard, I thought it best if you were brought into the loop.

Fire away.

Several days ago, we had an occasion to extract a VIP defector from Libya.

The story he told was so bizarre that it was practically beyond belief.

However, we were able to confirm it with a source very close to the top of the

tree, and we gave it an 85%. High enough to act on. Oh, indeed.

It seems the son of a high -ranking member of Gaddafi's cabinet got himself

bagged right here on your turf.

Oh, it was an automobile accident. He was making a night of it at one of your

social clubs. You mean a cat house?

The young man got himself very drunk, and instead of sending him home in a

they let him drive.

The madam, a woman called Vera, tried to stop him, but unfortunately he drove

his car over a cliff into the ocean.

The father, understandably upset, had issued an order that everyone connected

with the establishment on that ill -fated night...

is to be killed.

Everyone? Well, according to our background check, that includes 11

staff of six, and the proprietors for a total of 18.

My God.

Yes, my sentiments exactly.

And how can he do something like that? That's what's so extraordinary. He's

issued an open contract.

How much is the contract for?

Three million.

Or more precisely...

$166 ,666 .66 per kill.

It's rather neat, don't you think?

My God, they're all sixes. How satanic. So anyone can collect?

With verification, apparently so.

Professional or amateur.

We don't have every psycho freak in the world coming down here.

Yes, it is rather worrisome, isn't it?

This is a dossier on the psycho freaks we know are coming.

I know it's just the thin edge of the wedge, but I thought it might be

Let us get some copies of his dossier to the police, I think. I'll get a patrol

car sent out here, too.

All right, round the clock if some of those hitters might already be here.

I'll check out the hotels and the car rent. Don't forget airlines, cruise

bus stations, everything.

We'll get a cat back.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking.

Look, I met Vera two years ago. She saw me on the beach taking out a couple

goons and wanted me to teach her girls how to defend themselves.

You've got to live it in a scrot.

You know, money is money, so here I am.

Hello,

Vera. Hey, Tommy.

How nice to see you. Alicia, Erica, Tina.

Don't get the wrong idea. They're my students.

Oh.

What did you teach your students?

Tai Chi.

How nice.

Vera, this is Nicole, one of my... partners.

Hello? Pleasure.

Can we talk to you alone for a minute?

Girl, do you mind?

So, what is it?

We have reason to believe that you're in danger.

What kind of danger? A man that's fighting to kill you. Me?

Well, not just you. Everyone here. Everyone that works for you.

Oh, someone's playing a joke on you. I mean...

Who would do something like that? Look, six weeks ago, a customer was killed on

the way home from here. An automobile accident.

Yes, I remember.

Very tragic.

What has that got to do with us? His father has ordered your executions.

Oh, God.

Maybe you should shut down for a while, send everyone home.

I can't do that.

I have a business to run.

I mean, these people...

These people need money. They have families to feed.

We take this spread very seriously.

You take it seriously.

I can't.

I mean, I'm sorry for the man's loss, but he's out of his mind.

If we did everything every crazy man asked us to do, we'd all be out of our

minds.

Now, I have work to do.

Why waste our time?

I mean, why bust her chops trying to change her mind? She's not going to do

I agree.

There's no way she's going to close the business.

Well, that means a 24 -hour stakeout.

Who ordered pizzas?

I didn't. Me neither.

Well, it wasn't me.

Oh, well.

Let's not look a deaf cow in the mouth.

That's horse, Nicole, not cow.

Horse. Horse, cow. What's the difference?

Mine has anchovies, and I love anchovies. Hey!

Hi. Hi. I'm looking for Paco de Grazia.

I found him.

Well, hey, I'm Tommy. I got a message. You wanted to see me? Yeah, you're the

guy with all those mannequins.

Yeah, I guess I am.

I might want to take some of them off your hand.

How many you got?

Four dozen.

I don't think I can use that many.

Not a match set. I mean, you can buy any number you want.

Oh, good. I was thinking maybe a dozen.

I have this.

Sculpture piece in mind. Listen, tell me. I'll give you 10 % of what

it sells for.

That's not front.

My stuff sells, and I get good prices.

15 % and you got a deal.

Delete one, Chief.

He's been scalped at the bus station.

Would you believe it?

He's never done it before.

Oh, look at her. No man probably ever offered.

Not that.

She's never killed anyone. Agnes Gooch is an amateur.

Agnes Gooch?

Oh, I call her that because she reminds me of that poor lost soul from Auntie

Maine.

You know what she told me?

She told me she was only going to kill just one of the girls.

She said the world wouldn't miss one prostitute.

And she needed money for her father's sex change operations.

And you believed her?

No. I don't think so.

Good. You're learning fast.

What we got here is an assortment of dirt bags.

My guys had full rap sheets.

Extortion, assault, armed robbery.

No homicide. So we're getting the amateurs and the semi -pros, but no

hitters. I think I've just seen what you call a heavy hitter.

This one you need to spell.

S -C -E -R -O -N -O -V -I -T -C -H.

Anyone who deserves a nickname is her.

I wonder if she's a killer.

That's her.

She just checked into the Marriott Hotel in Puerto Vallarta.

She's credited with over 20 kills.

Contract hitter for Russian crime families. This could be our guy.

More from Sir Linus.

Who? What is that?

That is Aaron Moss.

Wrestled professionally as Bullethead.

Weapon of choice is the Garroth.

Seven confirmed strangulations.

This one is Mr. Paradise.

Credited with over 40 kills.

No descriptions. He's never been seen, but he leaves a calling card.

He calls himself Mr. Paradise because... Because that's where he sends people.

To paradise.

And according to Sir Linus, he never fails and never misses.

This is the one who sent us the pizzas. How do you know that?

His last killing. A porno king named Duke Solomon.

He clipped a porno king with a pizza?

Too many anchovies will do it.

He rigged a shotgun to the front doorknob, then called to have a pizza

delivered. He sent us pizzas.

He's just game -playing with us.

I don't like his games.

You're not going to like this either.

Sir Linus says we should be on the alert for this guy, Ham.

Ham? Just Ham?

Just Ham. Looks like he's got a stomach cramp. What's his M .O.? Weapons of

choice. Nine millimeter and his hand.

Martial arts expert and former member of SCARS.

Cars. What's that?

Special Combat Aggressive Reactionary Systems.

It's a martial art developed by the military.

It's supposed to be undefeatable.

I know, the guy looks like King Kong, but he's just a man, just like me.

Well, let's keep an eye on this one.

She could go into action at any time.

See you in hell.

I should have listened to you.

That's okay.

After dark, we'll take all of you to a safe house.

Don't worry.

We'll take care of everything.

Why didn't he shoot me?

Lucky for you, he missed. He hit Mr. Bullethead.

Perhaps he did not miss.

Perhaps Mr. Bullethead was his target.

Well, now, wait a minute. Who says the killer's a he?

I do.

That's his calling card.

Compliments of Mr.

Paradise. Now we know he's here.

Remember what the lioness said.

He never misses.

Right. Which means he killed exactly who he intended to kill.

Well, the question is why?

He's up to something.

What? I don't know yet.

Well, whatever it is, we're not going to make it easy on him.

I want to hire you, sir.

Bye.

My friend's here.

Ah, food. I'm so hungry.

That boat is a half mile away.

No one can make that shot.

No one did.

She wasn't killed by a gunshot.

Then how was she killed?

HMX.

High Mass Explosive.

New thing in plastic explosives.

A piece the size of a marble could wipe out this place.

But her chair didn't blow up.

That is a bullet hole. It's not a bullet hole.

He used a piece of HMX, the size of a dime detonated by an electronic ship. It

fires a flat pellet at the force of 50 ,000 feet per second.

How do you know all this?

Because you were once a spy?

No. I read it in Soldier of Fortune magazine.

You're kidding.

The man who stumbled, he grabbed a chair.

My God, could that have been Mr. Paradise?

This woman and Bullethead were both professional killers.

Do you realize what he's doing?

He's killing people.

Why these people and not the girls from No Chidi Amour?

That's a good question.

He's getting rid of all the competition.

That way, he can keep all the money for himself.

This guy's not only dangerous, he is greedy.

No,

tell me.

You're just in time for the unveiling. Yeah, I'm not staying. Ladies and

gentlemen, let me present to you a new tableau by

Paco de Gracia.

Surf, sand, and sew.

El animo.

So tell me, what do you think?

It's interesting.

It's just a different, like, that's it. It's very different.

Exactly. Exactly. You have a very discerning eye.

Yeah. Cool, Daddy. Oh, it's really cool.

I agree.

Very cool.

Do you think somebody will actually buy this piece of art?

I don't see why not.

Where would they put it?

Anywhere.

Anywhere? Yeah, it's an original de Gracia, isn't it?

Yeah. An original, right?

Thank you.

You're a cat, right?

Yes, I am.

Question still stands. Can I help you? Maybe the question is, how can I help

you? Okay. How can you help me?

My name's Brad.

Lewis. Hmm.

That's a very nice picture, Mr. Lewis.

Brad. Please.

Call me Brad.

Yeah, ID photos are usually the pits.

Brad. Sir, Linus and I are old buddies.

And he thought, well, if you needed any... Oh, I get it.

Your old buddy sent you on a rescue mission.

I don't think so.

Not from what he's told me about you.

Hey, Nicole.

That's Brad Lewis of the FBI.

He's here offering us his brain wizards.

Isn't that nice?

Ooh, that's very nice.

That is, of course, if we need them.

Ah, but of course, we can always appreciate his brain wizards.

If we need them.

You might be interested in some forensics we've developed.

But only if you need them.

Look. Why don't we declare a truce?

Have a little bite, and I'll cover what we've got. I'll stay and watch this

door. You two go.

You can't abduct me afterward.

Gabby, hi.

Listen, I was looking at the numbers and I think we need about 10 bottles of

gin. We have enough whiskey and vodka.

Okay, that's it. Thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks for lunch.

I really should be getting back.

I want you to be very careful.

We're dealing with a dangerous character.

Well, yes, but we're working in the dark. I mean, if I just had some idea of

what he looked like... You got a couple minutes?

Come by my room. I'll show you a photo we think may be paradise.

A photo?

Not a very good one.

We're having it in hand.

But it's something to go on.

Are you sure you're not just inviting me to see your etchings? First the photo.

Then, the engines.

Have you seen Kat?

I thought she was with you guys. She had lunch with this federal agent.

Was it the FBI?

He said he had information about the contract killers.

They left the cafe two hours ago. So what's the problem?

She was supposed to meet us an hour ago. She hasn't called.

No one has seen them since. She would have called.

Yeah.

Well, let's go find her.

We cannot leave these people alone.

Someone has to stay here.

With all this competition out of the way, Paradise can make his move at any

time. Talk to the captain, Tommy.

Ask him if he can leave a couple of extra men here.

Double lock.

I promised to show you a photo of Mr.

Paradise. Well, I'm a man who keeps his word.

My driver's license.

Terrible likeness.

But like you said, ID photos are the pits.

Now, you're probably wondering why you're here, right?

Nothing personal, sweetheart.

It's just a distraction.

Your friends are going to find out who Brad Lewis is. It's just a matter of

before they show up here.

Now, the question you want to ask is, are they going to get here in time?

You know, my relatives think I'm in the travel business.

Ain't that a riot?

Paradise Travel Agency?

Paradise Travel Agency! Ain't that funny?

I supply the means of travel, okay?

I know. Some people think I'm a wise -ass schizo.

They're right.

I am.

Now, the muzzle velocity is faster than the speed of sound.

You won't even hear the shot.

You'll never know what hit you.

Buenos dias. Room service.

You can't be hungry. You just had lunch.

Hey, I gotcha.

Listen, room service.

Can you send up a picture of Margarita's?

Great. Oh, and tell the boy to just knock and come on in. We're dying of

Oh, I just thought of something.

Wouldn't it be ironic...

If your friend showed up here before room service, catch you on the flip

sweetheart.

What'd you find out?

Check registration. There is no Brad Lewis registered.

Maybe there's no Brad Lewis, but somebody's registered.

Housekeeping said they saw cats going into one of the cottages with a man,

number 401.

Hola, registration.

Hey, Pablo, this is Nicole.

Listen, who's registered in number 401?

Thanks.

Milton Eden.

Don't you get it?

Aiden could be an alias for Paradise.

Of course. And in a milk with Paradise loss.

Ah.

Come on, let's go have a talk with Uncle Milky.

Thank you.

Hear anything?

Roof service.

There's not one in here.

Cat, are you in there?

Remember the pizza?

Put them cats tied up in their rig with a gun like that porno king.

Oh, my God.

We can try the back.

Come on, easy, girl, easy.

Don't easy me.

Have you seen Paradise?

Where is he?

We haven't got a second to lose. We have to get to the safe house now.

Now!

I'm sure it's all booby -trapped. We have to disarm it. You can't.

Not without the code.

Oh, my God, it's zing -zing.

Joanna, did that thing stop counting down by itself?

Uh, it has to be activated with some kind of remote.

Okay, well, he's got to be nearby.

We have to get the seals out of here. No, there isn't time.

Hey, where are you going?

I want the code. Put an offer on the table, sweetheart.

Yeah, I'll give you an offer.

The code or... Next time you sing Soprano.

I don't think so.

Not in your niches should a man of cold blood.

You're right.

Let's leave it to chance.

Figured. It's finished!

It's finished! Finito!

I got

something

for you.

$1 ,800?

Yeah. I sold the sculpture for $12 ,000.

You got any mannequins left?

Two. I took many. Good. My next piece is going to be a soccer match between you.

Me? Yeah.

Without clothes.

You see?

That. That's what I deserve.

You would.

I'll take that if you don't mind.

I think Tommy has some friends coming.

I think we should let Tommy throw up some more orders. It could be good for

business.