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‐ [Narrator] Next on Acapulco HEAT,

a war hero is unjustly accused of murder.

‐ I'm afraid you have to answer my questions.

‐ [Narrator] And the HEAT team uncovers a trail

of brainwashing, betrayal, and assassination.

‐ It's show time.

‐ [Narrator] Now, they're trying to prove his innocence.

‐ Something's definitely wrong here.

‐ There are two whole days missing.

‐ [Narrator] Before he loses his life.

‐ A perfect target.

Why isn't he dead?

‐ [Narrator] Catch the heat.

Acapulco HEAT.

(techno music)

♪ I feel the heat, yeah

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot hot

♪ Feel the heat

♪ Hot hot hot

♪ Sweat dripping down my spine

♪ Making me crazy

♪ Fingers touching mine

♪ Making me hazy

♪ Out on the street

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot, hot

♪ I feel the

♪ Ah, can you feel it?

♪ Deep, deep in your soul

♪ Oh whoa whoa, feel that

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot, hot

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot, hot

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot, hot

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot, hot

♪ I feel the heat

(intriguing rock music)

‐ Yeah, yeah!

‐ Hey, Marco.

You playing or what?

‐ I'm coming, I'm coming.

‐ Next time, I'll get the ball, all right?

‐ Ha ha!

Yes! ‐ Woo!

‐ What'd I say to you, buddy?

Zen and the art of volleyball.

Know your opponent's mind,

victory shall be yours.

(laughing)

‐ Way to go, Romeo.

‐ Oh, I'm sorry,

I got something in my eye.

‐ Yeah, right.

Now are you gonna cruise babes,

or are you gonna play the game?

(laughs)

Now what?

‐ Hey, no sweat, I'll take his place.

‐ Careful, old‐timer.

Remember what happened to you the last time

you did something strenuous?

Put your back out for a week.

(laughing)

‐ Hey, don't worry, grandma,

you're look at the Brooklyn YMCA's ex‐champion center.

‐ Was that before or after World War II?

‐ Quiet. (laughing)

‐ I'm afraid jumping up and down on hot sand

isn't my idea of fun in the sun.

So, if you'll excuse me.

(thuds) (laughs)

‐ Oh, Mike.

(watch beeps)

(computer beeps)

‐ Sorry to drag you away from your strenuous duties.

But you're about to receive some important guests.

‐ Mexico's Oil Minister and the Arab Oil Cartel.

We know, it's been in the papers for weeks.

‐ Yeah, Mexico's working on some kind of

technology deal, right?

‐ I'm glad to see you two are keeping up

with current events.

However, the guests that I was referring to

are Commander Alex Lassiter and his new bride, Simone.

‐ Lassiter, the Navy SEAL?

‐ Wasn't he awarded the Medal of Honor during Desert Storm?

‐ Yeah, I met him a couple times back in the United States

when I was still with the CIA.

‐ The Lassiters are coming to Puerto Vallarta

for their honeymoon.

‐ I guess you're not calling so we can

send over champagne, right?

‐ That's right.

The FBI says that Lassiter was followed here in New York

by two known Iraqi agents.

They believe he may be on the Iraqi death squad hit list.

‐ Have they offered them official protection?

‐ He won't accept it, which is why the job falls to you.

‐ What about our cover?

‐ Well, as far as Lassiter knows,

you're friends of a friend of a friend

who have generously offered

to show them around Puerto Vallarta.

‐ That's crazy, Lassiter knows me.

He's gonna smell a rat.

‐ Well, if he does, I'm sure you'll be able

to think of some logical explanation.

You've always been pretty good at thinking on your feet.

‐ Thanks.

‐ Ashley.

This is Commander Lassiter.

(suspenseful music)

‐ Marcos, I want you to pick up a Commander Lassiter

and his wife.

They're flying in from Mexico City.

‐ Gentlemen, it is with great honor

that I welcome you to my country.

‐ We are honored to be here.

‐ Please, come with me,

I have prepared a certain dining room.

(light jazz music)

‐ Can I help you with something, Ashley?

‐ Well, actually, I had asked the concierge

to send some flowers up to the honeymoon suite,

and I was going to see whether you'd organized it.

‐ I took care of it personally.

‐ You did? ‐ Yes, I did.

‐ Thank you, Claudio, that's very kind of you.

Mike, it's all set.

‐ He should be here any minute.

‐ What's he like?

‐ Well he's a nice guy.

Low key, good sense of humor.

Come on, see for yourself.

(car door slams)

‐ Thank you. ‐ My pleasure, Senora.

‐ Whoa, here you go, thanks pal.

‐ Gracias.

‐ Well I can't wait to get out of my suit.

‐ Mmm, I can't wait to help you.

‐ Commander Lassiter.

Nice to see you again, Mike Savage.

‐ Oh do I know you?

‐ Maybe not, my mistake,

I thought I met you before.

This is Ashley Hunter‐Coddington.

‐ How do you do?

‐ Welcome to Puerto Vallarta.

‐ Thank you, thank you.

This is my beautiful wife, Simone.

‐ Nice to meet you.

‐ Anyways, why don't you two get checked in,

and then later on, Ashley and I will show you around.

‐ Thanks.

Hey where the hell are the bags?

‐ Alex.

‐ Sorry.

I'll go check in.

(intriguing music)

‐ You'll have to excuse Alex, he's just a bit tired.

‐ Oh, I know the feeling.

Don't worry about it.

‐ Coming, darling?

‐ Is something wrong?

‐ He knows me.

I've met him three or four times.

I can't believe he didn't remember me.

But I was in no big hurry to explain what an ex‐spook

is down here working on the welcoming committee.

‐ So maybe his bad memory is a blessing.

‐ I don't know, maybe.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

‐ Excuse me. ‐ Yes.

(touch tones)

‐ The water's flowing.

(fun pop music)

‐ [Mike] Okay guys, Lassiter's here on his honeymoon,

so we don't want to cramp his style.

Since he refused official protection,

keep the surveillance loose,

and try to look like you're having fun.

(fun pop music)

(ocean roars and waves crash)

‐ And to think I was angry that

Alex insisted we come here instead of the Riviera.

This is quite a special place, isn't it darling?

‐ The best.

‐ Even better than Atlantic City?

‐ I wouldn't know, I've never been there.

Let's go upstairs.

‐ I wanna see all the sights yet.

‐ I wanna go upstairs now.

‐ There's no arguing with a new husband.

(laughs) (mysterious music)

They're heading your way, High Dive.

‐ [Cat] Okay, we'll keep an eye on them for you.

‐ Boy, Lassiter's wound up tighter than a drum.

‐ What was that about Atlantic City?

‐ I saw him there a few years ago

at a Defense Department seminar.

It's possible that he could've forgotten me, but.

‐ Strange that he'd forget a whole city.

‐ Exactly.

(knocking on door) (sighs)

‐ Compliments of the hotel, sir.

‐ Thanks, here.

Hey honey, look what the hotel gave us.

‐ Oh, how nice of them.

Let's have it out here, darling.

(corks pops)

(strange ominous music)

(touch tones and ringing)

(whispering in foreign language)

(people laughing and talking)

(loud screaming) (dramatic intense music)

(people yelling)

‐ Anything?

‐ No, not yet.

‐ I think we should come back

and make a more thorough search.

‐ I regret having to question you in your time of grief,

Commander, but I am afraid you have to answer my questions.

Where exactly were you when your wife fell from the balcony?

‐ I was in the bathroom showering.

‐ So you didn't see the accident?

‐ No, I opened a bottle of champagne and we drank.

‐ Excuse me, Commander, I check with room service.

They show no records of champagne ordered by you.

‐ I didn't order it.

A waiter brought it, he said is was complimentary.

‐ I checked that also.

Nobody remembers authorizing it.

‐ This waiter, do you remember what he looked like?

‐ I don't know.

Dark hair, mustache maybe.

Look, I don't recall, do we have to do this now?

‐ I'm afraid. ‐ She's dead!

Don't you people understand that?

‐ Can the rest of your questions wait

until the Commander's feeling better?

‐ I have no more questions.

I am satisfied that the Senora's death

was nothing more than a terrible tragic accident.

Please accept my deepest regrets, Commander.

‐ And mine as well, Commander,

on the behalf of the hotel.

‐ Buenas tardes.

(mysterious chords)

‐ Look, if there's anything we can do for you,

please don't hesitate to ask.

‐ She's gone, I don't believe it.

‐ Alex, I don't think you should spend the night alone.

‐ No, I'm okay.

‐ Please, let Mike stay with you.

‐ Okay.

She's dead.

‐ What I don't get is how trained assassins

would pick off Simone when the real target was

showering in the next room.

(intriguing chords)

(talking in sleep)

‐ Hey.

‐ Tell me first!

(yelling)

‐ Hey. ‐ Get away!

‐ Calm down, man, you're having a nightmare.

Take it easy.

What the hell were you dreaming about?

Come on, maybe I could help.

‐ I'm tied up in a room.

There are these...

There are no windows,

and there are these men.

Men without faces, and they're saying things

that I can't hear, and doing things that I can't feel.

‐ How long have you been having this dream?

‐ Over the last two years.

Til I met Simone.

‐ These men without faces,

do you have any idea who they are?

‐ No.

‐ You know, Alex, don't get me wrong,

but there's doctors in the Navy

that can help you with these kind of problems,

they're specialists.

‐ What are you saying I'm crazy?

‐ No, I get it.

You all right?

Okay.

Go back to sleep.

‐ Simone mentioned that you both met in New York.

Was that a long time ago?

‐ No, three months ago.

We hit it off that night,

and went to lunch the next day.

Pretty much right then, I knew Simone was the one for me.

Yeah, you know, I haven't had much peace in my life,

and you know, I...

First time I ever felt that peace was in her arms.

(sad music)

Listen, can we get outta here?

‐ Can I take you for a drive?

‐ Great. ‐ Okay.

I'll take you past Conchas Chinas, along the coast,

it's really beautiful.

‐ Well, maybe it'll help.

(engine revving) (dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

You all right?

‐ I think so, oh God.

‐ That guy must be drunk.

‐ [Mike] You did not see who was driving the car?

‐ No, it all happened much too quickly.

‐ And you're certain it was no accident?

‐ How can I possibly be certain?

Maybe it was drunk driver.

‐ Could they have possibly been trying to hit Alex?

‐ No, it wasn't even close.

Mike, it's all so strange.

The accident, the balcony, Alex's nightmares.

‐ What about those nightmares?

‐ I keep wondering what triggered them.

You said they started two years ago.

What happened two years ago?

‐ Twins beat the Braves in the World Series.

‐ And the allies defeated Saddam in the Gulf.

‐ Bingo, two years ago, Alex came back from Desert Storm.

‐ Mike, I know this sounds far‐fetched,

but I'm convinced that there is some correlation

between Simone's death and Alex's nightmares.

(mysterious music)

(dishes and tray clanging)

‐ Are you all right, sir?

‐ Yeah, yeah yeah.

‐ I am terribly sorry, sir. ‐ I'm fine.

(dramatic music)

Hold the elevator, hold that elevator.

(fast‐paced action music)

‐ Platform, this is Backflip.

I lost him.

Looked everywhere.

I'm telling you, Lassiter's just disappeared.

‐ Don't worry, we'll find him.

Unless Claudio finds him first.

‐ Hey fellas.

‐ Alex, we were wondering where you were.

‐ I had to get out, I went for a walk.

‐ We're about to have lunch.

Will you join us?

‐ We'll catch up with you in a little bit.

‐ Thanks, guys.

‐ Something's definitely wrong here.

‐ Alex walking on the beach by himself, a perfect target.

Why isn't he dead?

‐ Maybe we missed something, huh?

‐ I got here as fast as I could.

‐ Good luck.

(whispers in foreign language)

‐ They're saying something about a ring.

A bird?

‐ [Krissie] What? (whispering)

‐ Not a bird, a dove.

A trigger.

(audio cuts out) Damn.

‐ Could you make any sense of that at all?

‐ None.

Afraid my Arabic's a bit rusty.

Were you able to trace the call?

‐ Yeah, Baghdad.

I've been monitoring all the calls to the Arab's suite,

just in case.

The last phone call that came in

triggered the computer alert system,

because the call originated

from a known terrorist's safe house.

Where does that leave us?

‐ With a mystery that started somewhere back

during Desert Storm.

(clicking)

‐ That's it.

Wanna play them again?

‐ Unless you have a better plan.

‐ How about a jacuzzi?

Okay, one more time.

(clicking)

‐ I'm looking for some traumatic event

that might have happened during that mission,

which would've had a profound impact on his consciousness.

‐ What are you talking about?

‐ I'm talking about Alex's nightmares.

‐ Well, the Pentagon said

he was on a 10‐day, one‐man mission,

during which time he was in and out of contact

with his radio base.

‐ How many days, did you say? ‐ 10.

‐ Mike, stop it.

Okay, go back.

Look, check the numbers.

There are two whole days missing.

‐ Well maybe our ever‐efficient Mr. Smith

didn't send us all the photographs.

‐ Wrong.

All the photographs are numbered,

and they're in sequence, check it out.

‐ Well, how could two days possibly be missing?

‐ You tell me.

‐ Maybe I better round up Brett and Tommy boy.

As they say in the Navy SEALS, it's time for a little...

Growl and prowl.

‐ I got this from the phone tap,

must be some kind of a code.

‐ Destroy the dove.

Dove, that word again.

Dove, ring, trigger.

Does that mean anything to you?

‐ I don't understand it, but get this,

the person who took the call from the cartel's suite,

it might have been Ali Mustafa.

‐ Mustafa, why do you think that?

‐ FBI voice recognition database.

I mean, it didn't match perfectly,

but it's close enough.

The only problem is, I can't get a recent

ID photo of Mustafa.

Apparently he's had a lot of facial surgery.

(door opens)

‐ These are from the balcony railing that broke loose

at the honeymoon suite.

‐ Claudio says the hotel's only three years old.

It's built as solid as a rock.

‐ So why would a balcony railing suddenly break loose?

Unless it was deliberate.

‐ And look at the fresh screwdriver marks

all over the heads of those bolts.

‐ Well, I guess we can rule out an accident, partner.

‐ Definitely. (electronic noises)

‐ This is Spring Board.

Go ahead, Deep End.

‐ [Brett] Spring Board, I'm at the rear

of the hotel parking lot.

Target is speaking with an Arab.

‐ [Krissie] Patch us in, Deep End.

(radio static)

‐ [Arab] As soon as we hear from your friend

back at the suite.

Now, return to the hotel.

(dinging)

‐ [Brett] Uh‐oh, gotta go.

Target's on the move again.

‐ I wanna know what Lassiter's assignment is,

and I wanna know it fast.

(suspenseful music)

(pounding)

‐ Are you all right?

‐ Uh, I need a doctor.

(whimpers)

‐ Operator, may I help you?

‐ A young lady has collapsed in the corridor.

She's in my suite.

‐ Don't move her.

Dr. Chavez will be right up.

Show time.

(knocking)

‐ Dr. Chavez, senor.

Just relax, everything will be all right.

(cracking noise) (groans and mumbles)

‐ Ah, is she okay?

‐ Yeah, it's probably just the heat,

some cold water on her face might help.

‐ The bathroom's through there.

‐ Okay.

‐ Smelling salts were a bit much, weren't they?

‐ Hey, I like to be authentic.

‐ Listen, buy me some time.

‐ Okay, I'll wait for you out here, senora.

(dramatic music)

‐ Excuse me.

(dramatic music)

‐ Destroy the dove?

Spring Board, this is Sarong, do you read me?

‐ [Krissie] Loud and clear.

‐ It seems as though our hero

has come here for more than just his honeymoon.

(dramatic music) (clicking of footsteps)

‐ Quick, come on, let's go!

(suspenseful music)

‐ Now you're sure the fax said Lassiter's the assassin?

‐ Absolutely, my Arabic's rusty but not that rusty.

‐ So we don't know when or where this hit's gonna happen.

‐ None. ‐ I can't believe he turned.

‐ Neither can I.

Which brings us back to my theory about those

two missing days.

‐ If he really was captured,

why didn't they just kill him?

‐ Well maybe he was worth more alive than he was dead.

Brainwashing.

‐ Of course, very clever.

‐ Tommy, you're into this zen mind control stuff.

Can you run through it for us?

‐ Well, my guess is they'd use a combination of drugs

and physical restraint to make Alex feel helpless.

They alternate between torture and reward

until he's totally broken down.

He's got no will of his own.

‐ Low lifes.

‐ Yeah, and once he's completely lost his will,

they plant a trigger,

and it's every time he hears or sees it,

he acts accordingly.

‐ Don't wanna do their own wet work,

so they turn one of our guys.

‐ And the only way they'd be sure he'd follow orders

would be to run a test.

‐ Simone.

‐ Well, we're gonna have to un‐trigger him.

‐ If we can find out what the trigger is,

we can use it to reprogram his mind.

‐ We don't have the time for that.

‐ Is there any more, Tommy?

‐ Well, to make sure he wasn't accidentally triggered,

they'd use something that's unusual

or not indigenous to the area.

‐ Like a scarab.

I found one in the hotel suite.

I left it on the table, maybe it's still there.

‐ He's coming out.

‐ [Mike] You get the scarab?

‐ Got it.

(dramatic chord)

(tires squealing)

(exciting music)

‐ Spring Board, this is Platform, come in.

We've lost the cab.

‐ I've got them, Platform.

They're heading north on the main drag.

‐ How long, amigo?

‐ Four and a half.

‐ Well, they're either heading towards the airport,

to the marina, or the bull ring.

Wait a minute, the bull ring.

Didn't Ashley overhear the Arabs talking about a ring

on that phone call?

‐ That must be it, the season starts today.

‐ And isn't Senor Sanchez doing

the opening ceremonies this year?

And the oil cartel members, they're guests of honor.

‐ I'll bet you one of them is gonna be Lassiter's target.

‐ [Cat] Platform, this is High Dive.

I found the scarab.

‐ Okay, tell Sarong and the others,

rendezvous outside the bull ring, pronto.

(crowd cheering)

We're gonna have a hell of a time

finding Alex in this crowd.

‐ This is Sarong, do you read me?

‐ Yeah, so far nothing.

‐ Just, you guys go that way, I'm going this way all right?

‐ Okay.

‐ It's him.

Platform, this is Deep End, we got him.

That's one of the guys I saw Alex talking to

in the parking lot yesterday.

‐ I'll stick with him, you take the Commander.

(crowd cheering)

(audience applauds and cheers)

(whacks) (crowd cheering)

‐ Platform, this is Deep End.

‐ Yeah, Deep End, where are you?

‐ On the east side near a men's room.

‐ Okay, keep searching the bleachers.

I'm gonna be down below.

‐ They've lost him.

‐ Cat, take that entrance.

I'm going over here.

(audience applauds and cheers)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

‐ Where's Lassiter? (spits)

(crowd cheers and applauds)

(dramatic music)

‐ No, Commander, don't!

(wood breaking and falling)

Wait, wait, wait.

Look man.

The Iraqis captured you.

They used this to brainwash you.

They made you kill your wife.

That's what all the bad dreams were about.

Trust me, I'm your friend.

(yells) (gun shots)

(gasping) (sad music)

‐ The Commander and I were on the way in

when we saw a man on the roof with a rifle.

Realizing he wasn't one of your men,

the Commander climbed up on the roof,

and wrestled for possession of the gun.

They fell off, and.

‐ And when they fell to the ground?

What did you do then?

‐ Well, I came in to help the Commander.

But by the time I got there, the gun went off twice.

‐ It is a story of great convenience.

‐ What do you mean by that?

‐ Only one person lives to tell it.

‐ Are you suggesting that I'm lying?

‐ Oh no, no no, Senor Savage.

What would be your purpose?

‐ You tell me, Colonel.

The bottom line is an American war hero died today,

saving the life of your oil minister.

‐ For which Senor Sanchez is most grateful.

Your friend, I'm very sorry what happened.

What he did was truly very brave and un‐selfish.

My country, we will always be indebted to him.

Senora Ashley, buenas tardes.

Senor Savage.

(dramatic chords)

‐ It's clear that by using Lassiter for the assassination,

the Iraqis are trying to implicate the American government.

‐ They almost got away with it, too.

‐ The President has asked me to convey his thanks

to the HEAT team.

It's a fine effort to uphold Commander Lassiter's image

as a true American hero.

‐ Tell Mr. President it was our privilege.

‐ Too bad Alex didn't live to know the truth.

‐ We all share your regret, Mike.

To make sure that Commanader Lassiter retains his

rightful place in history, he was buried today

with full military honors.

Simone was buried next to him.

‐ It's too bad we couldn't have been there.

‐ You'll also be pleased to know

that Hamid has been indicted for terrorism.

‐ Well, that's one consolation.

‐ And here's another.

The oil cartel is preparing to offer Mexico financial aid

even as we speak.

Thanks to the HEAT team, a brave American's image

wasn't tarnished and U. S.‐Mexican relations

didn't receive a permanent black eye.

Unaccustomed as I am of saying this,

very proud to be associated with you.

All of you.

‐ Careful there, Mr. Smith, but that sounds like

an outright compliment to me.

‐ Thanks for reminding me, Michael.

I wouldn't want to totally destroy my image.

To the real hero.

To Commander Lassiter.

‐ To Commander Lassiter.

(fast‐paced music)

‐ [Narrator] Next on Acapulco HEAT

an exotic island paradise

hides a sinister secret.

As the HEAT team uncovers a covert operation

that deals in nuclear arms for money.

Now, to stop a mercenary dealing in black market missiles,

they'll have to put their lives on the line.

On the next Acapulco HEAT.

(theme music)