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(Cat) - Tonight on "Acapulco H.E.A.T."...

(gunfire)

(grunting)

(computer beeps)

(grunting)

(smack, body thudding)

- ♪ Oh can you feel it? ♪

♪ Burn inside ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪

♪ Sweat ♪

♪ Dripping down my spine ♪

♪ Making it hazy ♪

♪ Wet ♪

♪ Fingers touching mine ♪

♪ Making me crazy ♪

♪ I'm on the street ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪

♪ Deep ♪

♪ In the darkest night ♪

♪ I feel the motion ♪

♪ Keep ♪

♪ All my love alive ♪

♪ Come to the ocean ♪

♪ I'm on the street ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

♪ I feel, I feel ♪

♪ I feel the heat ♪

(lively music playing)

(chatter)

- You know, when we have children you got to be on time.

Pick them up from school, take them to the doctor.

Dentist.

Soccer, gymnastics.

- Sorry.

Yeah, but sometimes that boutique

is like a runaway train.

- I thought you skirted the children issue very nicely.

- It's a little premature.

- Not for me.

- We've known each other two weeks.

- I've known you in 100 different lifetimes.

- Oh, we must have been Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.

- No, we were probably there wrapping bodies in Egypt.

- Oh, what a ghastly thought.

- Bodies are important, you know.

It's a highly thought-of position, as lowly positions go.

- Well, speaking of positions,

how about we take a seated one?

I've been on my feet all day.

- You know, we have options beside sitting.

- You are as much a runaway train as that boutique.

- And you love it.

- I'm afraid I'm starting to.

- You have nothing to be afraid of.

- So, has your business partner showed up yet?

- Let's see, we shot right past sleeping together and the veil.

- You know, I've spent all day

with wonderful fun-loving,

sometimes pain-in-the neck tourists, and you want me to be

instantly romantic.

I just... I need a couple minutes to settle in.

- Your kisses don't seem distracted.

- Well, it's because I like kissing you.

You know, there's a little ground to cover between great

kissing, picket fences and a visit to the pediatrician.

- Are you aware that we currently live on this large

round ball spinning through space?

We reside in buildings

that are stuck on to the way we spin.

Seems to me when an opportunity of any kind presents itself,

one should grab hold and hang on.

- Well, apparently, the opportunity you want to grab

a hold of and hang onto is me,

and I'd like to take it slow.

- Will you excuse me for just a minute?

I think I see that banker I've been waiting for.

- Sure.

- Who else is here with you?

(grunting)

(neck cracks)

Never did know how to make it easy on yourself.

It's hard to be patient when one sees

his unborn children in the eyes of the woman he's with.

- Didn't I see that in a movie

or read that in a book somewhere?

- Beautiful words are beautiful words.

Doesn't matter where they come from,

as long as they're sincere.

- I agree.

- Come on, let's take a stroll on the beach.

- Sorry, guys.

- Boy... You look beat.

- Hm, good morning to you, too.

Mm, nectar of the gods.

- Nicole said you would be late.

- She did, did she?

- Well, after watching you and Mr. Import-Export

on the beach, I'm surprised you showed up at all.

- Spying on me, were you?

- Taking a late night run so I'll be in shape

for whatever the Army CIA wants.

- You could have called me. I would have gone with you.

- I was working.

On my negotiating skills.

- Uh-huh.

- Quit your yakking, ladies.

Uncle Sam's here.

- Good morning, I'm Colonel Miller.

We can skip the introductions,

I know who you all are.

- How can we help you, Colonel?

- Well, we have reason to believe that small amount of

money belonging to the United States government

is due to show up here any day in Mexico.

- You want our help, Colonel?

Be straight with us.

The Army's not gonna send a CIA colonel anywhere

for a small amount of money.

- Well, they told me you folks were good.

The amount is ten million... in gold.

- Gold bars? Gold jewelry?

CIA gold coins, what?

- Not many people know that coins

are minted for the CIA.

- Maybe that's why they sent you to us.

- South African gold coins that belong to

the Kuwaiti government.

- I thought you said the money

belonged to our government.

- Well, it does. We reimburse the Kuwaitis.

That's why the gold could only have been taken

by U.S. Army personnel.

- So you know who took it, you just don't know where it is.

- Sergeant Paul Martinez.

Released from prison a couple of days ago.

He slipped across the border, we've lost track.

We are convinced that he and four other members of his

platoon took the gold

and for some reason, he's the only one who knows where it is.

- Where are the other members of the platoon?

- One is dead, Ricardo Gonzales.

The other three remaining ones are here in Mexico.

They were under surveillance,

but they slipped through the net.

- You got their names?

- We do not have that information,

- And in five years, none of the gold has turned up?

- Right.

- So the army figures Paul and his friends

are gonna have a little reunion.

What do you need from us?

Well, for us to do it, we'd have to notify the Mexican government

about our purpose and our presence.

And I think the present administration would rather the

world did not know that our soldiers stole the gold

and that we reimbursed a wealthy monarchy.

- His service records are here.

It only list, um, Gloria Perez as the beneficiary.

There's no address.

- And no family that we know of.

I can be reached at this number.

- We'll let you know as soon as we find something.

Run our friend here and see what you can find out about him.

- What I'm curious about is,

if the gold is here, how'd it get here?

I mean, you don't just put ten million in gold in a duffel bag?

- Well, if we figure that out,

we'll know where the gold is.

- Where will I find you all?

- Well, I'll be with our good buddy,

Captain Sanchez.

Try and see what he knows.

- Make some copies of the photo.

I'll go to the airport and check my friends.

Maybe they know something.

- I have a lunch with Richard, but before I go, I'll go check

the ferry and the bus and...

- Thank you.

(silverware clanking)

(dialing)

- Okay, they're hired.

I think it's very necessary.

There's gonna be bodies laying all over this town and I don't

want any of them to be CIA.

Yeah, right.

(phone beeps)

- I hate this place.

Reminds me of a Mexican prison.

- It is a Mexican prison.

- Yeah, but these people are free to come and go

as they please.

- Yeah, right.

- He was supposed to be on the last bus.

- I hate it when you tell me things I already know.

- I don't want to spend a lot of time here.

- If he's not on the bus from Mazatlán, we'll go.

(typewriter typing)

- Excuse me, senorita, I have a reservation for me.

- Room three, second floor.

- Paul used to run with a very tough crowd

that hung out at the Maracaibo bar.

- I thought you closed that place down.

- Apparently, someone of a high, high authority

reopened it.

- Well, you got the names of any of these friends of his?

- I might be able to find some, but it could take a while.

I do remember a Gloria Perez.

- Gloria Perez.

- Yeah.

- All right.

Well, is there anything I can do in the meantime,

I mean 'til you locate her?

- Now that you mention it, someone has stolen a very large

amount of weapons from the Los Angeles police metro division.

We have reasons to believe that they are headed here.

- All right, I'll keep my eyes open.

- That's very nice of you.

- All right, man.

(distant chatter, birds chirping)

- Well, you're gonna go back tomorrow

and wait for him on your own.

I'm not going to the back of that damn bus station.

(man laughing)

- To the most beautiful, sexy woman I've ever known.

To the woman that invades my dreams every night.

- Look who we have here.

- Heh-heh. She's a beauty.

♪

(glass breaking, gunfire)

(men groaning)

(gunfire continues throughout)

(police sirens wailing)

- Cat!

- Oh, excuse me one second.

Yeah?

For a moment there, I thought the shooters

were trying to kill us,

but Richard said there were a couple of unsavory looking

characters hanging about.

- Did you see them?

- No, I was too busy trying to stay alive.

If it weren't for Richard, I think I would be dead.

- Quick thinking for a Import/Export guy.

- Well, used to be Navy Seal.

- Lucky for you. - Mhm.

- May I interrupt?

- Do you know where they are?

- No. Neither man had any identification.

But at this point, we assume that they just panicked and got

in between the shooter behind you and the other two.

May I talk to you for a minute?

- Yesterday.

You were out dancing, weren't you?

- Yeah, yesterday afternoon for about half an hour.

- And did you notice anything suspicious?

- No, why?

- A man was killed. - Someone we know?

- We don't know yet who he was,

but suddenly there seems to be a lot of people

going around with no identification.

(man) - Hey,Capitan.

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

- What do you think of that?

- Do you suppose he's following one of us?

- You would think he would have said hello.

(door closing)

(computer beeps)

- I tapped into the federales fingerprint check.

The two men that were killed in the park were fishermen.

- Fishermen?

(typing)

- For their whole lives and their daddies' lives

and their daddies before them.

- Just in case, you better see if you can find

a tie between them and Paul Martinez,

or anybody Martinez may have known.

- What are you looking for?

- If the gold is in Mexico,

like Tommy said, how did it get here?

- Okay. - I'm gonna go see our friend the colonel.

I don't like his being at the park.

How did he know what happened there?

- His army record is cleaner than clean.

Nothing but medals and citations.

- I know, but I'm starting to get the feeling that there's

something he's not telling us.

(typing)

- Run a military check on Richard Blakely, okay?

- Isn't that the hunk Cat's seeing?

- The one and the same.

And keep it to yourself.

- Sure, I guess so.

- I sure hope there's nothing to it.

- Me too.

- Stay with him.

If they leave, just follow him.

- You're spending too much time with that woman.

You could have been killed.

- But I wasn't. - Yeah.

- Yeah. Thanks for the park. - Yeah.

Those are my old platoon buddies they were shooting at, man.

(traffic passing)

(chatter)

(distant cheering and applause)

♪

- Enjoying the show?

- Hmm, very much.

So much beauty.

I grew up on a lake in Michigan.

I used to pray for summer when the lake would be surrounded by

girls in their bathing suits.

- Yeah, and there's so much less bathing suit today.

- Oh, no, just-- just enough.

Would you relax?

Let me tell you how none of the beauty I've seen today

compares to yours.

- Why don't you tell me why the shooters

were shooting at us in the park?

- Oh, my. Serious, aren't we?

- For the moment.

- I told you, they were shooting at whoever the hell

the guy was behind us.

- Well, it looked to me like they were aiming a little too

low and to the left to be shooting at him.

- All right, what is it you're not telling me?

- What do you mean what am I not telling you?

- You're a buyer for a boutique in Mexico.

You can remain calm enough under fire

to tell what direction shooters are aiming in?

I'm sorry, that's pretty remarkable.

- It looked to me like they were aiming at us.

- They were shooting in our direction.

Don't you think that maybe that could have

clouded your judgment a little?

- To tell you the truth, I was scared to death.

- So was I.

- Well, for somebody who was scared to death,

you sure didn't do a good job of taking care of me.

- Look, I don't know what's going on here, but when you feel

like being an object of my affection

rather than my interrogator, call me.

I've had enough questions to last me a lifetime.

- Wait a minute. Couples need to be able to talk.

- Talk.

Not give the third degree.

(sighs)

- Ah... nice day for a walk in the park.

- Didn't seem so for a couple of fellas.

- Why were you in the park?

- Someone once suggested to me, if I ever came here,

to go see the park.

- We are working for you.

- Let's just say it was a reliable source.

One of our plants here in Mexico, who was familiar with

the detail of the gold recognized the shooters.

- Did they recognize anybody else?

- Apparently not.

But we can assume they weren't shooting at pigeons.

- Who were the shooters?

- Carlos and Ramon.

They were members of the same platoon as Martinez.

They were involved in the robbery of the gold.

My boss felt that it was wise to operate under a need-to-know.

- We need to know everything.

- Who were they shooting at?

- I don't know.

- Why don't I believe you?

- Perhaps you have a suspicious nature.

- Hmm.

(grunting)

- Guess what I want to know.

(groaning)

Now, does that help?

- Tell him where the goddamn gold is before he kills you.

- Forget it!

(grunting)

(coughing)

(neck cracks)

- Check his pockets.

(knocking on door)

(man, through door) - Come on, Paul, it's time.

- They don't know we're here.

(through door) - Come on, man!

(knocking)

Come on, man!

(lively music playing, chatter)

- I'm glad you called.

- I'm glad you came.

I didn't feel right that we parted angry.

I didn't feel right that we parted at all.

I have dinner set up for us on the beach.

What?

- You make it hard for a girl to keep her balance.

- If you ever fall, know that I will always be there

to catch you.

I promise.

(Cat) - "Acapulco H.E.A.T." will return in a moment.

♪

(Richard laughing)

- I like it out here in the palm of mother nature's hand.

- Hmm.

I would have figured you more for the inside

of Mother Nature's thigh as a point of reference.

- I thought about it.

There's this poem or story

about how God will hold all the children

in the palm of his hand, and laying here with you,

I seem to spend a lot of time thinking about children.

(phone ringing)

- I'm sorry, and on such a beautiful thought.

- It's not your fault. You didn't make it beep.

- Oh.

Yeah, but I do have to go.

- Why?

- Well, we're having trouble with a shipment.

I guess I can't get it off the ship or something

and the ship sails in an hour.

- And just when I was feeling like we were

gonna start having a family.

- You're impossible.

I'll call you as soon as I'm done, okay?

- That's a strange, strange boutique you work at.

♪

- It appears there will be more gold to share.

- Yeah, it looks like someone tried to beat

the information out of him.

- Question is, did they get what they were looking for?

- If they didn't, maybe your gold is going to be a source

of treasure stories told for many generations.

- Yeah, well, it's not our gold.

- Not yet.

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

- What do you mean you lost 'em?

- What the hell do you think I mean?

- It was a small hotel.

- It's still a small hotel.

Look, they must have gone out the back,

outside or the side or some-- I don't know.

- We've got to find him. - I know that.

- He's got a girl in Silouetta. Start there.

- How far do I go with her?

- She's probably the key to Carlos and Ramon,

who now may be the key to the gold.

You figure it out.

- Now, there's somebody I have to go see.

- All right.

(chatter)

- Excuse me. (Joanna gasps)

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

Um, Joanna?

I'm looking for Cat.

- Oh, she's not here.

- Could you tell me where she is?

- Um, she and Nicole are...

She-- She took a drive.

- Somewhere in particular or just a drive?

- Um, they had to pick up baskets from a weaver

outside of town.

- Did y'all get that shipment straightened out last night?

- What shipment?

- The one that was on the ship that was gonna set sail

or something like that?

- Oh.

No, we didn't get it.

Um, we couldn't get the paperwork

straightened out in time.

- What a shame.

You tell Cat I came by.

- Hey, you own a piece of this place?

- I just like having my meetings where I don't have to worry

about being overheard.

- I don't know where you been, Colonel, sir,

but this is the '90s.

- Well, I don't believe anyone in this little band of merry man

has any equipment that sophisticated.

- I don't know, maybe your bosses are spying on you.

- They have no reason to.

- Look, apparently you got guys in the streets

and I don't like not knowing who they are.

- It wouldn't make any difference.

Besides, they know who you are.

- Well, I don't know, it just might help me from killing one

of them by mistake.

- That's the chances they take.

- I'm starting to dislike you more as I get to know you.

- Well, our dislike for each other

doesn't mean we can't work together.

- Well, then help us out a little bit here, huh?

Before I suggest to the girls we drop out of this thing,

how did you know about the shooting?

- I had a tail put on the shooter from the park,

but we've since lost him.

They followed him back to the hotel

and Paul was already dead.

- Well, this is that Carlos and Ramon?

- One and the same.

- You said Paul was already dead.

- Someone else killed him.

- I don't know, you don't look too happy about it.

- I think Paul was the only one who knew where the gold is.

- Okay, so what happened?

Everybody left looking for the gold,

what, did they kill each other off?

- Possibly.

- It's me. - What have you got?

- I am having real trouble pulling together

Richard Blakely's past.

I have bits and pieces, but...

his military records are hiding

somewhere in cyberspace.

- What have you got so far?

- Nothing of any interest.

Except that at one point, he left the Navy.

He was a SEAL and then he transferred to the Army

and went to work as a prison guard.

And I can't find anything on his import-export business

Cat was talking about.

- Let me know when you have something of interest.

- Oh, and tell Cat he was by the boutique about half an hour ago

looking for her.

- Thanks. I'll tell her.

- What was all that about?

- Not much.

Joanna still cannot tell us for sure if a fisherman

could have been involved with Martinez. - Hmm.

- Oh, and Richard stopped by the boutique, looking for you.

- I wonder why.

- He wants you to be his wife and bear his children.

Why shouldn't he look for you?

- Because I told him I would call him

when I was through.

- Maybe he doesn't like your suspicious behavior

and he's checking up on you.

- And you think I ought to check up on him?

- Well, now that you caught me trying to be clever, yes,

something like that.

- Look, I know we were at the same bar as that guy

who was killed, and it looked to me

like they were shooting at us in the park, but I--

- You happen to be a good judge of who's shooting at who.

- What I was trying to say is,

sometimes things aren't as they appear.

I mean, remember when you were in the vicinity of two bombings

in one week?

- It was just a thought.

- Yeah.

Look, I know you genuinely care,

but I can take care of myself.

- Once in a while, we might need help.

- And you'll be the first one I come to.

- Okay.

(birds chirping, distant chatter)

(traffic passing)

(woman screaming)

- Who he trusted? You!

So who knows where the money is?

You! So, where is it?!

(grunting throughout)

(screaming)

(Nicole) - Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. team will be right back.

(Richard) - You know, for a woman running a boutique,

you spend very little time at the boutique.

- Well, a lot of what I do is to make sure we have great things

to sell in the boutique.

- I don't see that place being able to support the four of you.

- Where do you think we get all our money?

- I don't know. Maybe you launder money for some drug lord.

- You know, you have an awfully suspicious mind

for an importer-exporter.

- We always have suspicious minds.

We're one step removed from being smugglers.

- Maybe you're not one step removed.

I mean, trouble seems to follow you.

The shooting at the park,

the man being murdered outside the bar.

- Oh, you're good.

I make observations about your work and you turn on me.

- I'm not turning on you.

I just have questions.

And there can only be too many questions

when somebody stops answering.

- You're right.

Well, look, I've got some good news and I've got some bad news.

The good news is my business deal here is close.

Very close.

The bad news is, I've got to meet with some people

in about half an hour.

- Well, that's great.

I'm happy for you.

- For us?

- Yeah. For us.

- I think it's a waste of time.

- Don't think.

Just listen to me.

(computer beeps)

(Nicole) - These are the two guys at Gloria's apartment.

(Joanna) - How is she?

- Oh...

Concussion, stitches.

She'll be fine.

- Why do I get the feeling we're sitting on top of a time bomb?

- Gloria told me that Paul had a good friend,

who if he confided in anybody, would be this guy Benjamin

at the Maracaibo bar.

- Why don't you and Cat see what you can find out

and I'll be a backup?

- Cat should be here any minute.

She was with Richard at the beach café.

- What, you think he's Mr. Right?

Oh...

You guys checked up on him.

You two should be ashamed.

So, uh... What'd you find out?

(birds chirping)

(distant dog barking)

- He wouldn't give us anything.

In fact, Nicole used her best stuff and he told her

that in a couple of days, he could buy a hundred like her.

- Go inside.

- Hey!

Hey!

(groaning)

- Upsy-daisy.

- Ricardo Gonzales is a U.S. citizen.

He got his citizenship by serving in the Army,

but it wasn't with Paul.

Oh, he was killed in Kuwait.

- What'd they do with the body?

- They sent it back to the states.

No, wait a minute.

There's documentation for the body to enter Mexico.

(computer beeps)

He's buried here.

In the big cemetery across town.

- Bet it was a heavy casket.

(typing, computer beeps)

- Lined in gold.

- I feel sorry for the family.

There probably wasn't even room for the body.

But, I gotta admit.

It's a pretty smart way to ship the gold and hide it until

you're ready to get it.

- I'm ready to get it.

(church bell ringing)

(chatter)

(Richard) - Let's go.

Waste of time, huh?

- Hey. Here they are.

Ramon and Carlos.

- Let's spread out.

I'll follow them, you go to the grave, okay?

(gunfire)

- Has to be those two nutcases.

(distant screaming)

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(smack, body thuds)

- I just couldn't shoot anything as pretty as you.

- That's good.

(grunting)

- Ow!

(grunting throughout)

- Ow!

(gun clattering)

- It could all be ours.

- I need for the father of my children

to have honor.

Don't you dare die on me.

- I can save you a limousine ride.

- Settle for an ambulance?

- Fast.

(softly) - Okay. I'll go get one.

♪

(Joanna) - Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. team will be back in a moment.

- Boy, is that divine intervention or what?

- I don't understand.

- This gun is from the Los Angeles Police Metro unit.

It's for crowd control.

It fires sandbags.

Sandbags.

- Sandbags?

- They hurt like hell and they knock you down.

- Yeah, but at least you're not the dead person

you thought you'd be.

- Yeah.

- Oh, Gloria wrote,

thanking us for sharing the reward with her.

- Well, the reward was not enough for the colonel.

He was ready to throw in the whole career for the gold.

- Now he gets to spend it in prison.

Once he gets out of the hospital.

- I'm proud of you.

He's bright, good looking.

I'm impressed you didn't just fly away with him

on the first date.

- I thought about it.

- Hey, I was so easily fooled.

But when you get in close and those hormones start going,

it's like blinders.

- Doesn't stop the hurt.

- I know.

- At least you kept your head.

- Big deal.

- Hey.

It's for you.

- What?

- There's a brand-new international

dating service here in town.

- Yeah, we had, uh, well, Joanna feed 'em some of your vitals,

and... uh, well...

he's your first match.

- I'm gonna kill you. - Go get 'em, Cat.

- Come on.

Go.

♪

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