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(announcer) - 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."

♪

♪ 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.

♪