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‐ [Announcer] Sun.

The sights.

The excitement and glamor of the Mexican Rivera.

(grunting)

(explosion booming)

‐ Michael Savage, you old Irish wolfhound!

‐ [Announcer] When Mike's childhood buddy

becomes a murder suspect‐‐

‐ I want you to tell me what you're doing here.

(water splashing)

‐ I owed you that for a long time, old buddy!

‐ [Narrator] Their friendship could cost him his life.

‐ Now he's gonna be shooting at us.

‐ Between you and me, pal.

‐ [Announcer] The heat is on on the next Acapulco HEAT!

(energetic dance music)

♪ I feel the heat, yeah

♪ Hey

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Hey, yeah

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Hot, hot, hot

♪ Sweat dripping down my spine

♪ Making me crazy

♪ Your fingers touching mine

♪ Making me hazy

♪ I feel the heat

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning hot

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning up

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Can you feel it?

♪ It's deep, deep in your soul

♪ Oh, whoa, whoa, feel that

♪ I feel the heat

♪ It's burning inside me

♪ Burning up

♪ I feel the heat

♪ Burning inside me

♪ Burning up

♪ I Feel the heat

♪ It's burning inside me

♪ Burning up

♪ I feel the heat

♪ It's burning inside me

♪ Burning up

♪ I feel the heat

‐ [Ashley] While I waited at the hotel for Mr. Smith to call

and give the HEAT team their next assignment,

Mike went to buy some sunglasses.

It shouldn't have taken him long,

but it seemed like he was gone forever.

‐ There's absolutely nothing wrong

with a woman using her feminine wiles.

‐ What happened to women's lib?

‐ That's the whole point of women's liberation.

To allow us choices.

‐ So you choose to bat your eyelashes?

‐ I was not batting my eyelashes!

‐ Oh, right.

Before you showed up, there was no way

he was interested in buying any of those swimsuits.

‐ I exercise what is known in the trade as salesmanship.

‐ Yeah.

That's he started hyperventilating.

‐ Some of us got it and some of us don't.

‐ Well, you definitely have it.

But what I'm trying to say is that some men

don't like to feel manipulated.

‐ Since when?

‐ Since always.

What if that guy calls back thinking

you want to go out with him?

‐ I'll tell him he has the wrong number.

‐ One of these days, Cat,

you're gonna get your tail singed.

(upbeat music)

(ominous music)

‐ So it's inside the middle stand?

‐ It's in the watermelons, Senor.

‐ If this works, they'll be perfect

for the job I got planned.

‐ Where'd you get them?

‐ Ah, where?

A marine base, Senor.

You know, across the border.

(laughs)

‐ Talk about irony.

‐ Now, Senor Flannigan.

‐ Hold on, amigo.

What do you think I am, a psycho, or something?

The Irish love kids.

Besides, this is only a test.

(device beeping)

(explosion booming)

(cheering and laughing)

‐ Wait here.

‐ I'll buy every one you got.

(laughs)

(speaks foreign language)

‐ You all right?

You okay?

(fire crackling)

Hey, step back.

‐ Kiss me Blarney Stone.

(laughs)

‐ Seamus Flannigan.

‐ Michael Savage, you hold Irish wolfhound!

‐ What the hell happened here, man?

‐ I don't know, man.

I was just passing by.

‐ What are you doing in Mexico?

‐ Just doing a little bit of traveling.

Plumbing pays well, these days.

How about you?

‐ You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

‐ Try me.

‐ I'm into swimsuits.

‐ You're right.

I don't believe you.

‐ No, really.

Acapulco HEAT, bikini wear.

‐ Oh, bikinis.

Now I get it.

Where there are bikinis, there have to be models, right?

Sounds like you haven't changed a bit, old buddy?

(car horn honks)

I'll be right there, amigo!

Tour guide's getting antsy.

Look, where you staying?

and we'll hook up later and shoot the bull?

‐ Westin Regina.

‐ Great, I'll see you there around about six, man.

‐ Okay, Seamus. ‐ Take care.

(mysterious music)

‐ [Ashley] You took your sweet time.

‐ I had to drop something off with Brett.

What's up?

‐ I just got off the phone with Mr. Smith.

‐ A new assignment?

‐ A group of militant anarchists who target

American politicians on foreign soil.

You may remember that incident in Malta last year.

‐ They blew up the family of an American senator, right?

‐ Husband, wife, two little girls.

Senator Seely was a good friend of the families.

‐ Does Mr. Smith know the next target?

‐ No, but he's certain it's going to be somewhere in Mexico.

‐ Why?

‐ A dozen claymore mines were stolen

from a marine base outside of San Diego.

C‐5 sources confirm that those mines are now in Mexico.

‐ [Mike] Was I right?

‐ Yep.

Everything you said fits.

No injuries, no smoke.

Just a thousand steel balls blasting out of one side.

‐ Which explains why nobody was hurt.

‐ Excuse me.

Is this a private conversation, or may I join in?

‐ There was an explosion outside of town earlier.

I believe it was a claymore mine.

‐ It was.

So, whoever set it knew what they were doing.

Claymores aren't easy to use, like, say,

plastique, or a neat little time bomb.

They're heavy, they're awkward to handle,

they're hard to hide.

‐ What is the destruction potential?

‐ When detonated, anything within 50 yards

of the front side is instant swiss cheese.

‐ What would the motivation be?

‐ Good question.

‐ A test, maybe?

‐ If so, C‐5 is correct.

The Anarchy Brigade's next target will be in Mexico.

‐ Lucky us.

I got a funny feeling that my old buddy

wasn't at the bomb site by coincidence.

‐ This Seamus thing must be pretty rough on Mike.

‐ I mean, it's not every day you run into

one of your old best buddies that

just happened to walk by when a bomb goes off.

‐ Mike's a professional.

He can handle it.

‐ Yeah, but that doesn't make it any easier.

Believe me.

‐ Sounds like the voice of experience talking.

‐ You could say that.

‐ Well?

‐ Well, what?

What, you just gonna leave me hanging, here?

Tell me about it.

(sighs)

‐ There's not much to tell, really.

Well, it happened in Paris several years ago.

‐ Go on.

‐ An old friend of mine, Anton,

asked me to help him out on a job.

‐ Jewel heist.

‐ Well, I told him no.

I was trying to go straight at the time.

But he begged me to change my mind.

To help him out just this once.

But when I refused, he got mad at me.

Told me I owed him.

‐ For what?

‐ Saved my tail when the cops were closing in.

‐ So, you helped him?

‐ No, actually, he found someone else.

‐ I think I'm missing something, here.

Where's the connection between you

and Anton and Mike and Seamus?

‐ The new guy tripped a silent alarm.

The cops nailed both of them, Brett.

Locked him up and threw away the key.

‐ And you feel responsible.

‐ No, I should have talked him out of it.

I knew the job was gonna go bad.

‐ Listen.

Just because he was your friend,

that doesn't mean he was your responsibility.

‐ Like Mike and Seamus?

‐ Just like Mike and Seamus.

(sentimental music)

Man, I gotta go into this female psychology business.

‐ You and your friend?

‐ Yeah, about 100 years ago.

‐ You guys look like brothers.

‐ A lot of people used to say that.

He was one wild man, that Seamus boy.

Especially with the girls.

He'd snap his fingers,

and they'd follow him just about anywhere.

‐ He sounds like a real character.

‐ He certainly was.

‐ Mike?

What is it?

‐ I don't know.

I've just got this funny feeling.

‐ About Seamus?

‐ I think so, but I can't pinpoint it, you know?

It's just sitting there in my stomach, eating away.

You know the feeling?

‐ I sure do.

(dramatic music)

‐ Bottom line is, do you trust this guy?

‐ Not even a little bit, man.

‐ We're gonna have to watch his every move.

‐ 'Cause he was at the scene of the crime, you mean?

‐ Because of his background.

Seamus was the original loose cannon.

A real wild man who hated rules

and would do almost anything for kicks.

‐ Mike, that describes a lot of people.

‐ Seamus had more energy than 10 guys I've ever met.

He lived every day like it was his last, man.

He was never satisfied.

He always wanted more.

‐ That doesn't make him a candidate for terrorism.

‐ One time, when we were little kids,

the local council closed down our playground.

He went and made up a Molotov cocktail

and torched their office.

‐ That makes him a candidate for terrorism.

‐ Hey, Mikey.

Over here.

‐ The best souvenir photo I've taken yet.

It's great to see you again, old buddy.

‐ Same here.

Why don't you meet a friend of mine?

This is Marcos.

‐ Hey, Marcos.

How you doing?

‐ You remember Sully, don't you?

‐ Like a headache.

‐ Sully, weren't you the guy that spent the most

consecutive years in the third grade?

(laughs)

‐ Okay, hustler.

Why don't you go do that guided tour?

Me and Mikey got some catching up to do.

‐ Hey, listen, Sully.

I'm just breaking your chops, man.

Why don't you let Marcos here show you around?

He knows all the best taco stands in town.

‐ I truly am starving.

‐ All right, one guided tour coming up.

Let's go.

‐ Let's you and me hit the bar, partner.

Do some serious drinking and maybe pick up a few babes.

‐ Hi, Ingrid.

Join me for a drink?

‐ Oh, I'd love to, but Mr. Divndi's gone,

and I'm responsible for all the hotel guests.

‐ So where did Claudio go this time?

‐ Well, Acapulco, Rio, and Buenos Aires.

‐ Must be nice, having all those hotels.

‐ I mean, you get bored with one,

you just fly up to another.

Not the worst life in the world.

‐ One of the best, I'd say.

Well, I have to get going,

but hesitate to give me a shout if you need anything.

‐ I won't.

How's Mike?

‐ He's hanging in there.

‐ Must be rough when you think

you might have to bust a friend.

Uh‐oh.

Looks like we have company.

‐ Well, well.

Have I died and gone to heaven, or what?

Seamus Flannigan's the name,

and this big handsome guy is Mike Savage.

We'd be honored if you'd let us buy you a drink.

‐ Oh, I think that can be arranged.

Are you on vacation?

‐ Well, you could say that.

Mike here is kind of an expert on beautiful ladies

in exotic places, so he knew just which bar to come to.

‐ I'm sure he did.

In fact, I know he did.

We work together.

‐ Okay, I'm busted.

‐ These two lovely young ladies happen to be

partners of mine in my bikini company.

‐ Excuse me?

‐ You know, our bikini company.

‐ Order up, ladies.

I need to make a pit stop.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

‐ Seems like a likable guy.

‐ Well, listen, I'm glad you think so,

'cause I want you to get really

close to them in the next few days.

All right?

‐ Okay.

‐ Well, that was fast.

‐ We haven't left yet.

‐ Marcos went to get the car.

I don't like this, Seamus.

‐ Is that supposed to worry me?

‐ It should.

You've crossed over the line this time.

‐ Why, because I want to have

a few drinks with an old buddy?

‐ An old buddy who might have been in the CIA.

‐ That's just a rumor and you know it.

‐ Even a rumor's dangerous in the middle of a job.

I say you dump him.

‐ And I say back off before I dump you.

Look, we're only be here until

the claymores are ready to ship.

Then we're history.

'Til then, it's Old Home Week.

Go find Marcos and take that guided tour.

(ominous music)

‐ Hey. ‐ Hey.

‐ So, how'd it go last night?

‐ Well, Sully and Seamus were out

trolling 'til three in the morning.

‐ How beautiful.

Real model citizens.

What does Mike think?

‐ If you ask me, Mike doesn't even like the guy anymore,

Only Seamus just happens to show up

at the scene of an explosion we're investigating.

I was pumping him for information, that's it.

‐ Looks like it's my turn.

‐ How you gonna work it?

‐ Remember those feminine wiles?

‐ The ones I don't like.

‐ You know, my aunt was right.

She said anything a man doesn't

understand makes him nervous.

‐ You wanna know why it makes us nervous?

‐ I give up.

‐ Because it's the thing you don't understand

that's most liable to blow up in your face.

‐ Oh, relax.

Oh, what about Marcos?

Did he find out anything from Sully on the grand tour?

‐ I don't know, I haven't got a chance to‐‐

(phone beeps)

This is Brett.

Speak of the devil.

Okay, got it.

‐ Marcos?

‐ Yeah.

Sully's heading for the parking lot.

We better get going.

‐ I'm gonna hit the south beach.

I told Seamus I hung out there.

‐ Think he'll show up?

‐ Like a bad penny.

‐ Good luck!

(energetic music)

‐ Yeah, this is brett.

Suspect's on his way.

‐ Roger.

‐ Drove this guy Sully all over town yesterday, man.

‐ What was he looking for?

Topless bars?

‐ Nah, man.

Leather goods stores.

You know, the kind that do custom‐made work?

‐ Was he trying to buy a gift?

‐ I don't know, maybe.

Sure was into those hand‐tooled saddles, though.

‐ Even terrorists can ride horse, I guess.

‐ You find a place?

‐ Yeah, just out of town.

Old guy that says he can

make them exactly how you want.

‐ Nice going, Sully.

We'll go take a swim, then go see him.

‐ Well, I guess it's time for me to get friendly.

‐ This is Tommy.

Everything's going as planned.

You copy, Mike?

‐ I'm clear, amigo.

‐ What did I tell you, man?

I knew that little girl was hot for me.

‐ She got a friend for me?

‐ Uh‐uh.

Her pretty blond friend seems to be

interested in my friend, Mike Savage.

‐ Oh, hi!

‐ Well, what do you know?

Of all the beaches in Puerto Vallarta,

we just happen to swim at the same spot.

Must be fate.

(giggles)

‐ How much longer, Krissie?

‐ I'm almost there.

Okay, there's three major events taking place in Mexico,

and they all have the top US politicians there.

Environmental Actions meeting in Mexico City,

North American Free Trade Agreement debate

in Mazatlan, and the annual mayor's conference in Acapulco.

‐ Which one do you put your money on?

‐ Does one of them tie in to custom‐made leather goods?

Saddles, maybe?

‐ Not yet.

Maybe that was a smokescreen.

‐ Assuming it's not, can we find a connection

between claymore mines and leather goods?

‐ It's certainly not mentioned in here.

‐ Krissie, is it possible that you missed something?

‐ It's possible, but I doubt it.

‐ What have you found out about Seamus, Krissie?

‐ Mr. Smith has confirmed that Seamus was

up to his eyeballs in the Anarchy Brigade for two years.

Sully has got a crime sheet a mile long.

I've pulled up everything.

‐ Well, then it's a lock.

Now, all we have to do is find out

how it ties in with leather goods.

‐ It's in front of us.

We're just not seeing it.

Mike, let's go over everything again.

‐ My, my.

I'm gonna be sorry to leave this place.

‐ You're going away?

‐ Gotta keep moving, baby.

‐ Where are you going?

‐ Who knows?

Cruising the world somewhere, anywhere.

Why don't you pack up your stuff and come with me?

‐ Ha, and leave my beautiful life

as a bikini model behind?

‐ Honey, I figured you for something

more intelligent than that.

‐ Well, we all do what we have to do, right?

‐ Yeah, right.

Look, I got a little something for you to remember me by.

‐ Oh, Seamus.

It's beautiful.

‐ Let me put it on for you.

Plenty more of that where that came from,

if you come with me.

‐ Seamus.

Can I have a word with you, right now?

‐ Oh, that's all right.

I'll catch up with you later.

‐ Hey, what's up, old buddy?

‐ We're friends, aren't we, amigo?

‐ Best friends, why?

‐ I gotta know why you're here.

‐ Hey, I already told you, man.

I made a bunch in plumbing, so I took a vacation.

‐ Cut the bull, Seamus.

This is Mikey, from the neighborhood.

You gonna be straight with me,

I want you to do it right now.

‐ Never did trust me, did you?

‐ Hey, I trust you.

‐ In a pig's ear.

You were always the good little kid and I was the bad seed.

‐ I wasn't so good.

I just didn't wanna break every rule.

(Waves crashing on shore)

(sighs)

‐ Mike's having another go getting Seamus to talk.

‐ What happened to those famous feminine wiles?

‐ It takes time.

Anyway, Seamus came onto me like a real pig.

‐ See?

What did I tell you?

‐ No, what did I tell you?

It worked perfectly.

He gave me a shell necklace,

and by next week, I'll have him up to diamond.

‐ I still got this present from you, Mike.

Scar to prove how different we both are.

‐ You brought that punch on yourself, pal.

You conned my old man into thinking

you needed money for your mom's operation.

You took his money, Seamus.

‐ Sure, then I bought a gun and robbed a liquor store.

You think I've forgotten all that?

Or that you busted my lip for it?

Got a hell of a right hand, partner.

‐ I needed it to keep you in line.

‐ Look, you know what I wanna do,

just for old times' sake?

I wanna go have a serious drink with you.

What do you say?

‐ We'll go put back a few.

Then, we're gonna talk about something

besides ancient history, all right?

‐ All right, let's go.

‐ You guys love it, every single one of you.

‐ You know, one of these days,

we are going to have to have a serious talk.

‐ Brett, there isn't anything you could

tell me that I don't already know.

‐ How did I know you were gonna say something like that?

‐ Well, I'm gonna go see what

those two hound dogs are up to.

They were headed for the bar.

‐ Well, I wouldn't rush.

They'll probably be there for a while.

‐ Yeah, why is it when two old buddies get together,

the first thing they do is go and get drunk?

‐ It's a guy thing.

‐ Oh, yeah.

Male bonding.

Everyone's favorite excuse for a beer.

‐ Battle of the sexes, part two.

Well, good luck, captain.

‐ In this war, I'm a general, babe.

‐ Don't call me babe, babe.

‐ [Cat] Babe!

(funky music)

(laughing)

(funky music)

‐ Just like the old days, eh, buddy?

Me having fun, and you following me

around like some old mother hen.

‐ Yeah, well, somebody's got to.

‐ Hey, I need a drink, man.

Where's the waiter?

Haven't had to wait for service this long

since that lousy trip to Malta.

‐ Wait a second.

When were you in Malta?

‐ Hey, I don't know.

Last, uh...

What's it to you, Mikey?

You gotta stop butting into my business.

‐ Seamus, I want you to tell me what you're doing here,

and I want you to tell me now.

‐ You're on that again.

I already told you, man.

‐ You're a liar, Seamus.

You've always been a liar.

(water splashes)

‐ Told you that for a long time, old buddy.

‐ Kiss my Blarney Stone.

‐ So, how'd it go with Mike and Seamus?

‐ Well, they drank enough beer to sink a submarine.

‐ Good start.

‐ Then they seduced three quarters

of the women in all of Puerto Vallarta.

‐ Even better.

‐ But then Mike crushed a beer can on Seamus's head.

‐ Nice.

‐ That's not all.

'Cause then, Seamus decked Mike,

and he went into the pool fully clothed.

‐ Well, did Mike get anything out of him?

‐ Well, yeah.

He found out he was in Malta, which is where

the claymore mine killed the senator and his family.

‐ So, Seamus really is that guy.

‐ Yep.

‐ Mike, I am really sorry about Seamus.

‐ Yeah, me too, but at least now we have our man.

I still can't believe it, but he practically

admitted to me he was on Malta for the hit last summer.

Now, all we have to do is prove it.

And fast.

(ominous music)

‐ There it is!

Turn in here.

(speaks foreign language)

‐ You have come to pick up the rest of the saddles?

‐ Yes.

‐ Okay, they are right here.

This is the last one.

‐ Thank you. ‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ Mister Flannigan wanted to show his appreciation

for all the fine work you've done.

‐ Oh, very nice of him.

(speaks foreign language)

(ominous music)

(building explodes)

(cheering)

‐ The first thing we have to do is figure out

which one of these three events is Flannigan's target.

‐ Let's hope he doesn't plan to hit

more than one of them at a time.

‐ Well, that's always a possibility,

but I don't think it's his MO.

Marcos, have you alerted the Ferderales

about the claymore mines?

‐ Yes, and they've set up road blocks

and checkpoints at the airport, and I got one of my

uncles keeping tabs on all the boat rentals at the marina.

‐ Excellent.

Tommy has Sully under surveillance,

and you, Cat, are taking Flannigan for a swim?

‐ Yep.

We're meeting at the beach in about an hour.

Don't worry, I'm a big girl.

I can take care of myself.

‐ I bet you can.

But still, I want you to be careful,

and I want you to check in, okay?

(rapping on door)

‐ Hey, Mikey.

Can I come in?

Look, I wanna apologize.

I shouldn't have sucker‐punched you like that.

‐ That's all right.

You always did have soft hands.

‐ Well, if it ain't all right,

and if I had more time, I'd make it up to you.

‐ You splitting town already?

‐ Yeah, this afternoon, I'm heading south.

It ain't too late to come with me.

‐ Yeah, I can't go anywhere.

I got a lot of stuff around here to do.

‐ Well, shame we won't be able to spend more time together.

‐ It sure is.

Hey, look what I found.

Remember us back in the seventh grade?

‐ Oh, wow.

‐ DJ'd that dance together?

Hey, listen, Seamus.

I don't want you to go through with it.

‐ Go through with what, Mikey?

‐ Hey, look, I gotta run.

Take care, huh?

(door closes)

‐ He's either lying to me, or he's setting me up big time.

Hey, Tommy boy.

‐ [Tommy] Yeah, Mike?

‐ Don't let Seamus out of your sight.

‐ [Tommy] You got it.

‐ Seamus is in a hurry to get out of town.

He may not show up for your date.

‐ Yes, he will.

‐ Got your ear mic?

‐ Yes.

‐ You sure you don't want me to come with you?

‐ I'm sure.

Brett, I've got everything under control, okay?

Just relax.

‐ I've got a bad feeling about this, Cat.

‐ Everything's gonna be fine, okay?

‐ Be careful.

‐ Got it.

Tommy says Seamus has checked out of his hotel,

but he is not headed for the airport.

He went to the marina.

‐ All right, Ashley, it's all set.

This is the most likely place Flannigan would rent a boat.

And Uncle Freddy's cool with the idea

of letting you make the deal.

‐ Good work.

Okay, now, buy him a box of the best cigars.

(laughs)

‐ Already did.

Out.

‐ If Flannigan is chartering a boat,

wouldn't you agree that the most likely target

would be a political event along the coast?

‐ Acapulco or Mazatlan.

And since Acapulco happens to be

over 400 miles away, my guess is‐‐

‐ The North American Free Trade Agreement in Mazatlan.

‐ But if they're going by boat,

then why the six custom‐made saddles?

‐ I don't know.

It always comes back to that, doesn't it?

Well, either they're a smokescreen‐‐

‐ And you don't believe that.

‐ Not for a minute.

Or else, Krissie?

I want you to get hold of the NAFTA people.

Find out if there are any special events

that they're organizing that involve horses.

‐ You got it.

‐ Cat.

Is there any sign of Seamus yet?

‐ Nuh‐uh, not yet.

I'll you know when he shows up.

(ominous music)

‐ [Seamus] Time for a swim!

‐ No, Seamus, I don't want to go in!

‐ You don't want to go in?

‐ No, please, please!

‐ Well, you're gonna go in!

Going in!

(laughing)

what's the matter?

(cheers)

Oh!

What's the matter?

Something wrong with your ear?

‐ No, I just got some water in it.

‐ Maybe a nice little boat ride will dry it out for you.

‐ Huh?

‐ I'm chartering a boat, and I want you to come with me.

And I won't take no for an answer.

‐ That's it.

Got the answer.

‐ Got what?

‐ Okay, the entertainment agenda for the

North American Free Trade Conference has the senators

and congressmen going on a horseback ride.

‐ Saddles.

‐ Each one custom‐made to conceal a claymore mine.

‐ Boy, Seamus really scraped

the bottom of the barrel on this one.

‐ Krissie, you've got to alert Cat.

‐ Cat, this is Krissie, come in.

Cat.

Something's wrong.

‐ Krissie, could there be something wrong with the uplink?

‐ No, I just talked to Brett three minutes ago.

‐ Any sign of her?

‐ No.

Tommy says she's not with Sully.

She must be with Seamus.

‐ Did Tommy say where Sully was?

‐ Headed to the marina.

‐ To rendezvous with Flannigan.

Marcos, do you read me?

‐ Uh‐huh.

‐ We've lost contact with Cat.

We're headed towards the marina.

If you catch sight of her with Flannigan,

I want you to tell us immediately.

‐ Yeah, they're here.

(speaks foreign language)

Would you like to rent a boat for a romantic cruise?

‐ Uh, yeah.

Maybe you could suggest a particular one?

‐ Well, I sure can.

Just refuel that baby right over there,

she's all ready to go.

Give you a good price, too.

‐ I need a few minutes to make up my mind.

‐ All right, you take your time.

I'll be right back.

‐ Tommy, this is Marcos.

Are you alone, or did you bring the cavalry?

‐ Yeah, they're on their way.

How's Cat?

‐ [Marcos] She's fine.

‐ [Tommy] Well, keep me posted.

‐ Yeah, yeah, I gotta go, man.

Okay, sir.

Did you make up your mind?

‐ Yeah, I'll take it.

‐ Excellent, excellent.

How long would you like it for?

‐ Couple of days.

‐ Okay.

‐ Here.

This cover it?

‐ Yeah, that'll do it.

‐ Yeah, well, then buzz off,

and let us get our stuff onboard.

‐ Okay, have a good time.

(boat horns honking)

‐ Going for a ride on some giant seahorses, are we?

‐ Actually, I thought we might hunt sharks

and use your pretty, deceiving little body as bait.

Aw, what a shame.

‐ Look, I don't wanna go on this ride, okay?

‐ Too bad.

I need you as a hostage.

‐ Seamus, look.

We got company.

‐ Hold it, Sully.

Somehow, I don't think anybody's gonna be shooting at us.

Hey, take care of him.

(dramatic music)

‐ You guys go ahead!

I'll play tech support from the van.

‐ Come on, let's move!

(grunting)

Nice work, boys.

Where's Seamus?

‐ Hey, hey, they're moving out.

‐ No, he's not.

I took out the distributor.

He's going nowhere fast.

‐ You guys stay here.

‐ It's no good.

It won't start.

‐ No problem.

I got the situation under control.

So, thought old Seamus Flannigan

was falling for you, did you?

Figured you'd gain my confidence and then betray me?

Well, it looks like you're the one

that got betrayed, little lady.

(gun cocks)

Oh, glad you could join us, old buddy.

‐ Let her go, Seamus.

This is between you and me, pal.

‐ I think not.

Now, if you want the lady to stay alive,

I suggest you do exactly as I say.

First, drop your gun.

That's better.

Now, whatever you took to disable the boat, I need it back.

Use some of that rope and tie her up.

‐ You're wasting your time.

Mike's a pro.

He'll never let you leave this marina.

‐ Wrong.

You don't know Mike like I do.

He's a pro, sure, but he's got a soft spot for his friends.

I should know.

I took advantage of it for years.

‐ You're not gonna let him get away, are you?

‐ Yeah, let's rush him, Mike.

‐ You guys stay put.

That's an order.

‐ Grab the gun, Sully.

‐ Well, welcome aboard, old buddy.

We're about to have my version of an Irish wake.

‐ He's crazy, Mike.

He's gonna blow us all to bits.

‐ Not all, my dear.

Just you two.

Grab that and fix that engine, Sully.

(grunts)

well done, Mikey.

I see you haven't lost anything in that right of yours.

Whoa!

Hold it right there, old buddy.

I press this button, bang!

Cat here gets blown into fish bait.

That's better.

‐ What's she trying to say?

‐ Hold on, it's been a while since I read morse code.

J‐A‐M‐B‐O‐M‐B.

‐ Jam bomb.

I don't get it.

She must mean jam the bomb frequency.

The claymores detonate by remote.

‐ How we gonna do that?

‐ We aren't.

Ashley!

‐ I'm way ahead of you, Brett.

(keyboard clacking)

(machinery whirring)

‐ Too bad you missed an even bigger bang in Mazatlan.

Six of these babies going off simultaneously

on the backs of six unsuspecting horses.

How about that for Irish ingenuity?

Hey.

I don't know how you got a hold of that knife,

but it don't matter.

You won't need it where you two are going.

Come on board, old buddy.

It was fun while it lasted.

I'll remember our past relationship fondly.

‐ Please, please work.

(machinery whirring)

(device beeping)

(screams)

(grunting)

‐ Looks like you kissed the Blarney Stone

one too many times there, Seamus.

You all right, sweetheart?

‐ Never better.

‐ Thank god.

Come on.

‐ How you feeling, Mike?

‐ I'm all right.

‐ That badly, eh?

‐ Well, like Mr. Smith says,

old memories are hard to forget.

Me and Seamus go as far back as I can remember.

‐ Mike, people change.

You did the right thing.

He had to be stopped.

‐ But I can't help to think if I would've stuck around

and looked out for him a little more,

he would've gone in a different direction.

‐ Can you stop torturing yourself?

You're not responsible for other people's choices.

‐ Yeah, I guess you're right.

‐ Of course I'm right.

‐ Besides, you need me around here.

‐ Yeah, really.

What would I do without you?

‐ Oh, got you a present.

(laughs)

‐ Oh, Mike.

Oh, Mike, thank you very much.

‐ We can go fishing together.

‐ Oh, great!

‐ [Announcer] Next, on Acapulco HEAT.

The HEAT team travels to Colombia

to take down the empire of a notorious drug lord,

and Ashley confronts an ex‐friend turned mercenary‐‐

‐ Hand over the device, Taylor.

‐ [Announcer] Working in his ranks.

‐ Ashley.

‐ [Ashley] You're in no position to make demands.

(guns firing)

‐ [Announcer] Their reunion has become a battleground.

‐ [Ashley] She's dead, and that's a promise.

‐ [Announcer] As two old rivals find out

who is the best on the next Acapulco HEAT.

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