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‐ [Narrator] The beaches of an exotic resort

can't get any hotter,

until a retired operative is accused of murder.

‐ They think I've been leaking to the Russians.

‐ You somehow let some information slip out.

‐ [Narrator] Now the H. E. A. T team must prove his innocence

in a life or death struggle.

‐ I do not think that you betrayed her.

‐ [Narrator] In one of the most beautiful

places in the world.

Feel the heat on the next Acapulco H. E. A. T.

(upbeat pop dance music)

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Yeah

♪ Hey

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Hey

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Hot, hot

♪ Sweat drippin' down my spine

♪ Makin' me crazy

♪ Wet fingers touchin' mine

♪ Makin' me hazy

♪ I'm on the street

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burnin' hot, I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Yeah

♪ Feelin' hot

♪ I feel the

♪ Oh can you feel it

♪ Oh it's deep, deep in your soul

♪ Oh, whoa whoa feel the

♪ I feel the heat burnin' inside me

♪ Burin' hot, I feel the heat

♪ Burnin' inside me

♪ Feelin' hot, hot

♪ Feel the heat

♪ Burnin' inside me

♪ Burnin' hot, hot

♪ I feel the heat

♪ I feel the heat

‐ [Ashley] Arthur, professional that he is,

devoted the better part of last month

to an extremely important assignment,

finding new models for our fashion show.

♪ It's late night and it's hot as sin

♪ We're gonna make it

♪ Get hotter yet

♪ Red velvet rocking chair

♪ I'm gonna show you why I put it there

♪ To build a rhythm you won't forget

♪ We got the chemistry to make a fantasy

♪ Become reality

♪ You got the attitude to put me in the mood

♪ Ooo, la la la

♪ I said, ooo la la

♪ Made me do that, ooo la la

♪ I really love your, ooo la la

♪ Do whatever you want with me

♪ I want it, ooo la la

♪ A little harder, ooo la la

♪ Oh, easy now, ooo la la

♪ I'm comin' closer to ecstasy, oh yeah

♪ One time whet my appetite

♪ I could eat a lot more tonight

♪ And you can feed me like no one else

♪ We're asleep from dawn til noon

♪ Wakin' up in a double spoon

♪ Another turn on this carousel

♪ We got the chemistry to make a fantasy

♪ Become reality

‐ [Ashley] Meanwhile, down the coast in Mazatlan,

a drama was brewing.

It all began over the name of a sleeper.

A sleeper is spy planted years in advance.

Because of one of these sleepers,

a charming old agent had become the target

of a dangerous game.

Someone had already been sent to investigate,

but his job was about to abruptly end.

‐ What was the escargo like last night?

(car horn honking) (people gasping)

Hey!

Come back here!

He's getting away.

(tense, upbeat chase music)

‐ You okay? ‐ Yeah.

Thanks.

I nearly had him, though.

‐ Is today Tuesday?

‐ Thursday.

‐ What is it about the tropics

that makes you just lose track of time?

‐ It's not the days that bother me, it's the nights.

‐ Nightmares keeping you awake?

‐ My fantasies, actually.

‐ Try counting sheep.

‐ I did try.

But you know, there'll just never be another you.

‐ Is there anything I can do to help?

‐ Well there might be.

‐ [Ashley] All you have to do is ask.

‐ [MIke] Really?

Well I've asked‐‐ ‐ Anyone for tennis?

‐ Shh. ‐ And I've asked,

And I've asked.

‐ Test a new bugger?

‐ [Ashley] Just keep asking.

‐ Wait a minute.

That's Mike and...

You can't do this, you can't use the bugger on them.

Turn it off immediately.

‐ [Ashley] Let's finish these evaluation reports,

then we can discuss it further.

‐ I don't believe it!

‐ [Mike] Is Smith sure about this?

‐ [Ashley] Now, about Arthur.

‐ Oh, wait!

‐ [Mike] I guess we'll just have to ask Mr. Smith

to replace him.

(gasping)

‐ [Ashley] I agree with you.

Cat, Christy, Marcos, and Arthur

will all have to be terminated.

‐ [Mike] Which means we're gonna have to

build a whole new team.

‐ I don't believe this.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

‐ Then you shouldn't have been listening,

should you have?

‐ [Ashley] Your new bug works fine.

But I think those flowers could use some fresh water.

‐ I'll get the water.

(laughing)

‐ First a little background on code name Rip Van Winkle.

It's a safe house created to protect certain retired

MI6, CIA and French Secret Service agents.

‐ An old spies home?

‐ The residents of the safe house are retired agents,

who because of their past,

remain targets for enemy countries.

‐ Are they in any real danger,

or are you guys just covering your butts?

‐ One of the residents, Gerard Lascow

was murdered last month.

The agency had put him in there

to investigate a possible leak of classified information.

‐ Was the murderer apprehended?

‐ No, and now we believe another of the safe house residents

may be in trouble.

Because of this, the safe house has just been moved.

‐ To Puerto Vallarta.

‐ [Mr. Smith] Very good, Ashley.

‐ Which one of the residents are we checking up on?

‐ Miles Delahante.

‐ Miles Delahante?

He's still alive?

‐ Very much so.

20 years ago, Miles planted a British spy

in the bottom rungs of the Communist Party.

That sleeper is now a top echelon Russian politician.

‐ And given the current unstable climate,

you're about to active the sleeper.

MI6 is about to reestablish contact with him

for the first time in 20 years.

His information will be vital

should the Communists attempt another Russian takeover.

‐ And you want us to make sure

that Miles stays buttoned up.

‐ It's a little late for that.

The Communist Party has already learned

of the sleepers existence.

‐ Do you think Miles sold out?

‐ Now why would he do that after all these years?

‐ Money?

‐ No way, those guys do not think like that.

‐ Mike, maybe he hasn't turned.

Maybe someone is taking advantage of him.

But however it's happening,

Miles Delahante is leaking vital information.

Stop the person behind it,

or silence Delahante before he blows the sleepers name.

‐ [Robotic Voice] End secure transmission.

‐ No contact with family or friends.

Well, according to Chrissy, since this guy's divorce,

he's had the personal life of an amoeba.

‐ Get used to it, guys.

The guns are fun, but the lifestyle sucks.

‐ What's our approach?

‐ We'll go undercover in the safe house.

Arthur, you're gonna be in on this one.

‐ Will I need a gun?

‐ No, I just want you to speak to Miles a little bit.

See if you can open him up.

Try to talk about something from the old times.

‐ No problem whatsoever.

People like to talk to me.

I've got that type of sympathetic ear.

It's one of those things that's almost borders

on personal therapy.

It's the type‐‐

‐ Miles Delahante is not just people, he's a legend.

‐ I knew that, I knew that.

‐ [Ashley] Our job is simple.

Prevent Miles from leaking the name of the spy he planted

all those years ago.

‐ You keep winning, I won't be able to pay ya.

‐ If that's the case, let's start over.

Did I win?

‐ Yeah, your pair beats my pair.

‐ Mr. Delahante!

You know this is against doctor's orders!

You'll both have to leave.

‐ Bye, Miles. ‐ Bye, love.

‐ [Mike] What a character.

‐ [Miles] See you next week.

‐ We placed three surveillance cameras in the safe house.

‐ Are all the bodies in place?

‐ See for yourself.

‐ Listen, I won't let your stuffy old rules

interfere with my personal life.

‐ Oh please, please.

When does $50 a night of dancing girls

qualify as personal life?

Mr. Delahante, we are only doing this for your security.

‐ I'll have you know Madam,

I was one of the finest agents in her Majesty's government.

‐ We have been here for just one week.

I have been up to my ears looking for suitable staff.

It would be quite nice if someone would appreciate me

for a change.

‐ Well I certainly appreciate the fact

that you have all the charm of an open grave.

(slamming door)

Better play solitaire.

Alright, alright, I'm going as quick as I can.

Do we have to go?

‐ Yes ‐ I mean,

I don't really want to go this morning, do I?

‐ [Nurse] You know it's time for your shots.

Why are you being so difficult?

‐ [Miles] I'm not being difficult.

(mumbling)

(laughter)

‐ He gets his injection for his heart condition

every morning at 9 A. M.

‐ [Miles] I don't want to go!

I don't wanna go!

Have you got cloth ears or something?

You're not getting me in there, not today!

‐ [Nurse] Mr. Delahante, I am not going to wrestle with you.

Now let's go.

‐ [Miles] I don't want to go in, I told you.

Who are you, the poster boy for

Auntie Osa's School for Unwed Mothers?

‐ I'm the new orderly. ‐ Oh.

‐ Listen, give us a break,

and I'll see if I can't sneak you a bottle of scotch, okay?

‐ That is totally against doctor's orders.

In fact, Mr. Delahante, I'm beginning to think

that seeing your visitor this afternoon

is going to be entirely too stressful.

‐ Ah, it was just some young punk,

probably wanted to buy a couple of my war stories.

‐ Yes, I'm sure.

‐ I get it all the time. ‐ Yes, now come on.

In you go.

‐ [Mike] Cat and Brett seem to have their hands full.

‐ [Stern Woman] In we go!

‐ I guess it's gonna be my turn now, huh?

‐ [Stern Woman] This way, Mr. Johnson.

I'm so pleased to see that the CIA

are finally visiting us in person.

‐ In person?

‐ Yes, in person.

‐ How's that?

‐ Well, let me show you.

CIA.

MI6,

and, over here we have

the French Secret Service.

I was beginning to think that they planted bugs

instead of hiring real people these days.

‐ Yes, well after what happened to Lascow,

we decided we'd take a better look at things.

‐ Yes, well, we've tightened security

and we run stricter checks on all visitors.

‐ Got 'em sealed up like a can of sardines, huh?

‐ Sardines?

These people are not sardines.

They're the unspoken heroes and heroines

of the intelligence world.

‐ And you still think it's safe

to take them on their daily walks?

‐ Yes, well, Mr. Lascow's death was an isolated incident,

and without these little outings,

my residents would feel like prisoners.

‐ Mr. Delahante's visitor has arrived.

‐ Oh, right, okay well, if you'll excuse me,

I won't be a moment.

Oh uh, please, feel free to look around.

(whistling)

(knocking)

‐ Hang on, just coming.

Yes?

‐ Are you Miles Delahante?

‐ Who are you?

‐ You don't know me,

but I'm your second cousin Sandy's son.

‐ My what?

‐ I'm your cousin, Thomas!

‐ Are you telling me that I've got a Mexican relative?

‐ Yeah! Isn't it great?

(Mexican style music)

(door slamming)

‐ Uh yeah, this is gonna take a little longer

than I thought.

‐ I thought you had this deep bond with your elders?

‐ [Marcos] Yeah, I do, I do.

‐ Search his room.

(sighing)

Chrissy's running background checks on all the staff.

I want you to follow Emma on her walk.

‐ Alright, you got it.

‐ Is he gone?

‐ Who?

‐ My butt‐kissing excuse of a relative?

‐ I don't know, but I'll go check for you, okay?

‐ Keep up the good work.

‐ Marcos, you've got five minutes tops

before he gets back to his room.

Get whatever you can.

(suspenseful music)

‐ Are they retiring them early these days

or did you screw up?

‐ I beg your pardon?

‐ You're too young to be in here.

Who do you work for?

Who sent you?

‐ Who wants to know?

‐ Miles Delahante, that's who.

(laughing)

‐ My dear man, Miles Delahante has been dead for years.

‐ What would you say if I told you

that Miles Delahante was alive and well

and sitting right opposite you?

‐ Then I'd have to say that he was a ruddy liar.

‐ Then I'd have to say that you're a ruddy fool.

‐ What was the name of your Russian connection

in Operation Petrograd?

‐ I don't know what you're talking about.

‐ Does the name Olga Chernoff ring a bell?

‐ Chernoff?

‐ Yes.

‐ Never heard of her.

‐ Well, I have, because I've read Mr. Delahante's files.

‐ Oh, then I can't be Miles Delahante, can I?

‐ You know, as you get older, your mind plays a lot of

funny little tricks with you.

‐ Really? ‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ Well I think that you're an imposter,

and whoever you are, I don't trust you.

‐ Oh, I don't trust anybody,

at any time, any place.

(snapping)

Get him out of here.

‐ That's Arthur Cane, from MI6.

Do you know that Saddam Hussein has a $10 million

bounty on his head?

‐ If he's still here tomorrow,

I personally will claim the $10 million.

‐ Anything else?

‐ Yeah, get today's paper.

It's yesterday.

Hello, Arnold, wanna play strip Nuda?

(drawer closing)

(mouse trap snapping) ‐ Ow!

(groaning)

‐ I ran across a little problem

before I could finish the sweep.

You're gonna have to handle it tonight.

‐ [Cat] Oh great.

(intense music)

(door creaking)

(chips crunching)

‐ I suppose they forgot to tell you

that ol' Miles was a light sleeper, didn't they?

(gun cocking)

(dramatic music)

‐ Miles Delahante is zipped up tight.

The day you get something out of him,

the tooth fairy will start leaving checks.

‐ Arthur, if he's not hiding something,

why'd he plant the mouse trap?

‐ But he is hiding something.

He's hiding what he knows about the past.

Isn't that what he's supposed to do?

‐ I'm not making any judgements

until I hear what's on that tape.

‐ [Chrissy] Rolling tape.

(speaking Russian)

‐ That's Russian.

‐ Yeah, it sounds like they're planning something.

(speaking Russian)

‐ Oh, they're planning something alright.

The Bay of Pigs.

‐ Way to go, Sherlock.

(laughing)

‐ That's not evidence, that's a souvenir from 1962.

‐ Aw, come on, give me a break, would ya?

‐ Just a minute, I'm getting something.

I'm gonna put it on the speaker.

‐ [Ashley] It's probably Cat.

‐ [Cat] Mike, Miles has me tied up in the closet.

Says he won't let me go until he finds out what's going on.

He also says that someone owes him a new mouse trap.

‐ Way to go, Miles.

‐ Thank you very much, sir.

Now I suggest it's time we all had a little chat.

They think I've been leaking to the Russians?

‐ Look, Miles‐‐

‐ Mr. Delahante to you.

‐ Mr. Delahante, have you had any

serious financial problems lately?

‐ How dare you?

‐ Someone has been leaking out information

about the sleeper.

As far as we can tell,

you're the only one with info enough to leak.

‐ You calling me a traitor, you toffee‐nosed git?

‐ Don't you start to insult me.

Ashley, what's a git?

‐ Don't ask.

‐ Look, it's a stinking set‐up, can't you see?

‐ What is going on in here, Mr. Johnson.

‐ My associate and I have a few more questions

to ask to Mr. Delahante, please do not disturb us.

‐ Yes, but this could‐‐

‐ This will just take a minute, thank you.

‐ You must think I'm an old fool.

‐ I'm a big fan of yours,

and I do not think that you're a traitor,

but I do think that maybe, just maybe,

you somehow let some information slip out.

‐ I've spent my life keeping me mouth shut.

‐ I know, we understand.

‐ But the barman at my local pub

doesn't even know my real name,

and you're suggesting that I'm singing like a canary?

‐ First of all, we need to determine

whether someone has planted a bug in your room.

‐ Then look under the potted plant,

and then get out of here.

‐ Mr. Delahante, it isn't our sleeper

we're trying to protect, it's yours.

‐ Sorry, Lizzie.

If I've done anything to hurt my country,

you'd better find out.

‐ Don't worry, Mr. Delahante,

we'll have this room swept in no time.

‐ Oh, don't worry love, they sweep out in here

more times than they take the trash out.

‐ Well, we're just doing our jobs,

don't bother with the thank you's.

‐ Mexican cousin.

Thought you could pull one over on ol' Miles did ya?

(chuckling)

‐ Sorry about your ear, love.

Hope it gets better.

Been listening to too much punk rock?

(chuckling)

‐ It's not a hearing aid, Mr. Delahante.

‐ Yeah, well I knew that.

‐ [Cat] It's a transceiver.

‐ What's the effective range, about 150 feet?

‐ Actually, 200 miles.

‐ What a load of cobblers.

(chuckling)

‐ It's all clear in here, let's leave.

‐ In my days, we used to rely more on wit than equipment.

I'll never forget '68, or was it '69, East Berlin.

I was caught by the secret police,

being severely interrogated and according to our manual,

you couldn't give anything out,

you had to kill yourself first.

‐ So what happened?

‐ Well, I decided I'm not going out without a fight,

so I tore off me left trouser leg, tied a knot in it,

threw it over the door and I was swinging,

and I called for the guard, and he came in,

I gave him a chop, jumped down, picked up his gun,

called for the other three guards

(imitates four gunshots)

I took four of 'em out altogether,

and then I got out the bathroom window,

escaped over the border, back in time for tea.

‐ Yeah, no kidding?

‐ Yup, but still, enough about me.

It's time for me shot.

Highlight of me day, that is.

(menacing music)

‐ Turn it down, Chrissy.

‐ Bothers you, doesn't it?

‐ Yes, it bothers me.

He lived a life in a million,

and now it boils down to this.

The man who knew too much.

‐ I'm intercepting a transmission

from Guadalajara to Moscow Central Station.

I'm gonna try to bring up.

(computer beeping)

Decrypting the code.

More information on the sleeper.

Date of insertion, department.

‐ We've got that safe house covered up

like a cheap Christmas tree.

‐ But somehow the information they're getting out of Miles

is getting to Guadalajara.

‐ Couldn't they just phone it in?

‐ And risk one of our side tracing the call?

Not a chance.

‐ What's our next move?

‐ I want Tommy to stay on Emma.

What about Miles?

‐ Well, they haven't gotten a name out of him yet.

They're probably watching him like a prize rose.

We've just got to figure out who.

‐ Oh, are we not up yet?

It's time for our walk.

‐ Go away, I'm sick.

‐ Oh dear, poor you.

Well, I'll check in on you when I get back, hmm?

(military drumming)

‐ Right then, action stations!

(patriotic music)

‐ Nice way to treat your cousin.

‐ [Ashley] Tommy's assignment was to follow Emma,

while she took the residents on their daily walk,

and to see if Emma, or any of her charges,

did anything suspicious,

such as trying to surreptitiously pass information

to outside contacts.

‐ Target's in sight.

I'll see if I can spot any contact points.

(gate creaking)

‐ Hang on.

Wait a minute, wait.

‐ Come on!

‐ Can't we get a cab?

‐ Just come on!

‐ The bus comes through here every Wednesday.

‐ Right.

(boat motor)

‐ Right, pay attention lads, you might just learn something.

‐ Hold on, now, you got a heart condition, remember?

‐ Oh, I've got a condition alright,

but it's not in me heart.

Oh, hello, have you got any photographs of yourself?

I'd like my kids to see... ‐ Everything I said

about respecting my elders,

in this case I'll make an exception.

Come on.

‐ We'll take the usual five.

(talking and laughing)

(sinister music)

(party music)

♪ Yes or no

♪ I wanna know

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Yes or no, girl

♪ Say yes or no

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Oh when you kiss me like that

♪ We both know where it's at

♪ To win you've gotta play the game

♪ And it's all or nothing love

♪ Halfway ain't good enough

♪ It's time to take it all the way

♪ Yes or no

♪ I wanna know

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Yes or no, girl

♪ Say yes or no

♪ Oh, oh

♪ You started a fire that you could not put out

♪ Even if you tried

♪ Come down off the fence

♪ Is it no, is it yes, you decide

♪ I'm looking for somebody to love

♪ If it's you then let's sail away

♪ Maybe if you think‐‐

‐ Excuse me.

Excuse me, don't look now but I just spotted our tail.

‐ Where?

‐ Ten yards back, dark hair, sunglasses.

‐ I haven't had a tail in ten years, must be a godsend.

‐ This is no time to come out of retirement, okay?

‐ Alright, follow me.

(sinister music)

‐ Alright, I'm doing me best.

‐ Go around that corner and hide, alright?

‐ I'll be in here.

(laughing and talking)

‐ Hey buddy, what's up?

‐ [Marcos] Answer the man.

‐ Hey, that's the guy that killed Lascow.

‐ [Man] Now wait a minute.

(gunshot)

(screaming)

‐ Wrong time to come out of retirement, eh?

I saved your cute little tush.

‐ No, you didn't!

We almost had 'em!

‐ Whaddya mean?

‐ He jumped in a cab, he's gone.

‐ Now you see that?

We almost had him and you blew it.

‐ Look, Mr. Delahante, I know how you must feel,

but you're gonna have to face reality.

‐ We all make mistakes.

‐ It's more than a mistake.

‐ Brett and Marcos had the situation

completely under control.

‐ They're children.

‐ They are not children, they're professionals,

and you screwed up what might have been

a major break for us.

Look, Miles, just let us do our jobs, okay?

And if you have anymore brilliant ideas,

check with me first.

‐ Yes sir, Mr. Savage, sir!

‐ Give me a break, would ya?

You happen to be a hero of mine,

just try not to disappoint me anymore, okay?

‐ Okay.

‐ Hey, what's the matter, aren't you sleepy?

‐ No.

‐ Poor old Miles, he wanted action so bad,

he went out and made it himself, didn't he?

‐ I'm not surprised, his whole life was his job.

‐ Think we'll end up like him?

Blowing some young punks cover,

cause we're too old to know when to call it quits.

‐ Probably.

‐ You know, he really got under my skin, old Miles.

‐ That's because in 40 years, we will be him.

You realize that, don't you?

‐ All alone, with no friends?

‐ No family.

‐ Just a drawer full of souvenirs and memories.

‐ And underwear.

It's a chilling prospect, isn't it?

‐ Yeah

Well, you know what I was thinking?

‐ Yes, but we've a job to do.

‐ But in 40 years, it's not even gonna matter.

We won't even remember what that job was for.

(phone ringing)

For crying out loud.

What's up, Chrissy?

‐ Something is bothering me about these surveillance tapes.

For this you call us at two in the morning?

‐ Wait till you see what I've found.

This tape is from Tuesday.

This one is from yesterday.

‐ Everything looks normal.

‐ It's not how it looks, it's how it sounds.

What you're hearing is what you'd expect to hear

if you overlayed two separate tracks,

until Miles gets inside.

Remember, these are two separate tracks.

‐ [Miles] Get that ridiculous thing away from me!

‐ He's saying exactly the same thing.

‐ On two separate days.

It's a tape.

‐ There must be something going on in that room

that they don't want us to hear.

Can you filter it for us, Chrissy?

(computer beeping)

‐ I can't make out what she's saying,

can you try again?

(computer beeping)

‐ [Emma] We waited long enough,

we need the name of the sleeper.

‐ The name of the sleeper is Mikhail Vajinald.

‐ Damn it!

I can't believe he sang!

‐ I'm sorry, Mike, maybe Emma coerced him.

‐ I don't like excuses.

(exhaling)

‐ Next step?

‐ Let's go get Emma and Miles right now and bring 'em in.

‐ Or, we could try to catch

whoever they're passing the information to.

‐ Go for the homerun?

‐ Chrissy, call Mr. Smith, and have Miles' sleeper

stand by for an emergency withdrawal.

‐ Alright.

‐ Chrissy's been monitoring

the Russian satellite link all night.

Emma hasn't passed the sleepers name on

to Guadalajara yet.

‐ Well, as soon as she's clear,

I better check the medical room.

‐ Here she comes.

(footsteps)

‐ Come along, Mr. Delahante, you missed yesterday's walk.

‐ I'm not a poodle.

I'll come when I'm ruddy well ready, that's all.

‐ Alright then, do what you want.

‐ Oh, I wish I could.

Hello, wanna go down the beach and get my treat?

‐ Can't do it, Mr. Delahante.

‐ Come on, what is it?

‐ What?

‐ Well there's, there's something the matter, isn't there?

‐ You gave‐‐ ‐ We can't tell you.

‐ I've done it, haven't I?

I'm just a stupid old senile coot.

Don't even know what I'm doing.

The name, of course, who did I give it to?

Come on, who?

‐ Emma.

(sinister music)

‐ Emma.

‐ [Ashley] As much as we'd all come to care about Miles,

reality was staring us in the face.

He'd given Emma the name of the sleeper.

Cat searched the medical room.

(suspenseful music)

‐ Brett, I just found some sodium pentothal.

‐ Where is he?

‐ I don't know.

Marcos, he didn't turn!

Emma's been using truth drugs on him.

Mr. Delahante?

Miles!

He's gone.

So is the Queen.

‐ Geez.

(suspenseful music)

‐ [Marcos] Cat?

‐ In here.

I went to tell Miles the leak wasn't his fault.

‐ "Old Lizzie would be ashamed of me.

Goodbye, Miles Delahante."

‐ I knew it.

(whistle blowing and traffic)

‐ Stop!

(intense music)

‐ It's a tiny computer with a tape recorder attached to it.

‐ Emma's passing the information via squirt transmission.

‐ What's that?

‐ The information is sent in a compressed form

by a miniature shortwave transmitter.

All Emma has to do is be in direct line of sight

with her contact for two seconds.

‐ She must have a regular contact point.

We just have to find it.

‐ I wanna go after Miles.

‐ You and Brett go pick him up.

‐ Tommy, you've been following Emma on her walk

for the past four days.

She has to be passing the information

at a regular place and time.

‐ No, I'd notice if she passed the same person every day.

‐ Doesn't necessarily have to be a pedestrian.

It could be a vehicle.

‐ What, a car, van...

Oh man, oh man, oh man!

The bus, the bus, the 10:30 bus to Guadalajara!

‐ What's the contact point?

‐ Uh, Tenth and El Cajone.

‐ We'll pick you up and intercept.

‐ Alright, gotcha.

‐ [Marcos] Come on, we gotta find Miles,

he couldn't have gotten far.

(intense music)

‐ There he is!

‐ Mr. Delahante!

(whistling)

‐ Hey!

‐ Have you met the fabulous Mariachi band down the water?

They're marvelous, you'll love 'em, well go on!

‐ Over there, over there, come on.

‐ [Marcos] Down there!

Hey Miles!

Wait a minute, I think I know where he went, come on.

(gun cocking)

‐ Sorry, Lizzie.

Been a good ol' life.

‐ Miles, no! ‐ Wait! Wait!

‐ Get away, this is not your affair!

‐ [Marcos] Emma was using a truth drug on you,

that's why you gave her the name.

‐ Go on, get out of it!

‐ It's the truth, Mr. Delahante.

‐ Those injections weren't for your heart,

they were Sodium Pentothal.

‐ What?

‐ Your mind fought off those drugs for two weeks

before you gave the name.

‐ You held out longer than either of us could have.

‐ Yeah, come on cousin, put the gun away.

We need your help to catch her.

‐ Well, I suppose ol' Lizzie would expect me

to finish the mission.

‐ Old Lizzie?

‐ Yeah, old Lizzie.

‐ Well then I guess we'd better take her with us.

‐ Thanks guys. ‐ Yeah.

(horns honking)

‐ We got ten minutes till Emma makes contact

with the Guadalajara bus.

‐ Marcos, do you read me?

‐ [Marcos] Yeah.

‐ What's your location?

‐ [Marcos] First and El Cajone.

‐ Can you come from the other direction and assist?

‐ Hey, there's the bus!

‐ Go man, go, go!

Let's go, Ashley.

(intense music)

(talking and chattering)

‐ Hey, stay put right here.

If we need back up, you're it.

‐ Kids.

(intense music)

(electronic beeping)

(grunting and groaning)

‐ [Mike] Miles, get out of the way!

‐ Stop!

Stop!

‐ Got you another souvenir for your collection, Miles.

‐ Thank you.

‐ You did great, champ, let's go.

‐ I don't think it's a good idea.

This place is supposed to be secret.

‐ Who asked you?

‐ Besides Arthur, life is so short.

Sometimes you just have to live dangerously.

‐ Here he is, guys.

‐ Blimey, it's the Bat Cave.

‐ [Marcos] Go on, tell 'em.

‐ Well, I would like to apologize

to each and every one of you if I have, um‐‐

‐ Offended.

‐ Offensive, or‐‐

‐ Insulted.

‐ Insulting.

‐ That's not really necessary.

‐ Yes it is.

‐ Arthur!

‐ No, no, he's right,

because I might feel like a bitter old man

that's regretted the life that I've lived,

but that's not true, 'cause I'm not bitter

and I don't regret a moment of it.

But you,

you're the best team I've ever worked with.

I wish you'd have been around in my day.

(chuckling)

‐ That means a lot to us.

‐ It sure does, Mr. Delahante.

‐ Miles, to you.

‐ Thanks.

‐ Mr. Smith is coming up the downlink.

(electronic beeping)

‐ Good afternoon, team.

‐ Smitty!

The ol' tarantula himself.

‐ Nice to see you too, Miles.

‐ You two know each other?

‐ Oh yeah, I tried to teach the young squirt a thing or two,

but it was no good.

He's not cut out for this business.

‐ Who dragged you out of that mess in Czechoslovakia?

‐ And who had to cross checkpoint Charlie three times

to pry you off that blonde double agent?

(snickering)

‐ Mr. Smith!

(laughter)

‐ It's good to see you, Miles.

‐ You too, Smitty.

‐ Goodbye, my friend.

‐ [Robotic Voice] End secure transmission.

‐ Well, gang, another mission successfully resolved.

Cousin!

‐ Thanks old‐timer.

‐ I ever tell you about Cairo?

Something I did in '56 or was it '57?

It was this old bazaar, and there was this shop,

it was like a gift shop.

The CIA put this camera, or was it a camel seat?

I remember it was in the camel seat,

'cause they used to undo them,

they were stuffed with pages, and they coulda been stuffing,

they never had shredders.

But we took the picture of the, of the‐‐

Think it's something I've said?

‐ [Announcer] An exotic resort is home

to the world's most beautiful people.

‐ Lynn's coming here to meet with two American senators.

‐ [Announcer] A contract is put out on a world leader.

‐ I want you to watch him.

‐ [Announcer] But the hunter becomes the hunted.

‐ He's dead.

‐ The real assassin killed him,

so that we could not interrogate him.

‐ Computer has a match.

‐ [Announcer] As the beaches of the Mexican riviera explode.

‐ Everybody, get down!

(gunshots)

‐ [Announcer] On the next Acapulco H. E. A. T.

(upbeat pop music)