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

(gun cocks)

(grunting)

(dog growling)

(dog barking)

(screams)

(woman) - ♪ Ah, can you feel it ♪

♪ Burn inside ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪

♪ Sweat drippin' down my spine ♪

♪ Makin' me hazy ♪

♪ Wet fingers touchin' mine ♪

♪ Makin' me crazy ♪

♪ Out 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 ♪

♪ Out 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 ♪

- Okay, Hank, before we do this,

I've got to ask you something.

- Ask away.

- Promise you won't get mad?

You're not married or anything? - Or anything?

- Come on, tell me the truth. Are you?

- No, I'm not.

I don't even have a steady girlfriend.

At the moment.

- You poor thing.

You really are all alone in this world.

- A regular orphan.

Come on.

It's cheap...

but it's cold.

Angie?

- Are you gonna run the two miles with her too?

- Five.

That is definitely a minimum five-mile-a-day body.

She is dedicated.

- Five miles.

It's more like she's crazy.

- Maybe.

But a little insanity in my life...

(trilling)

...could be a good thing.

- You already have that in your life.

Wipe your chin. You're drooling.

- I do five miles. I don't look like that.

You're Tommy, you're Cat.

I was told I'd find you here.

My name is John Bright.

I'm a friend of Arthur Trinale.

- Oh.

Served in the Gulf together.

- It's where I got my wheels.

- Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Bright?

- My nephew Hank has disappeared.

I'd like you to... find him for me.

He's a sailor.

He left Acapulco six weeks ago for Robert's Island.

- Good-looking guy.

- Well, what makes you think he disappeared?

I mean, maybe he changed his plans,

sailed off to a different island.

- He'd have let me know.

He works for me.

He has responsibilities.

Hank's in trouble, I know it.

- What kind of trouble, Mr. Bright?

- He is not involved in drugs.

He's not a criminal.

I'd look for him myself,

but I don't travel as comfortably as I used to.

I need your help, and...

and I'm willing to pay for it.

- We're not cheap.

- That's an acceptable price for me.

- All right, Mr. Bright.

We'll see what we can do.

- Thank you.

- Hello there. - Hi.

It's a nice boat, is it yours?

- I wish. I'm just the hired help.

I clean, my partner does varnish work.

In case you're interested,

yours could do with a little TLC.

- You're right about that, but she's not mine.

In fact, I'm looking for the owner.

He's about my age, Hank Bright?

- Sorry.

You a cop?

- No, just a friend of the family.

- Too bad, I like cops.

You wanna make believe?

- (sighs) Thanks.

Maybe some other time.

What about this owner, is he around?

- He's in Europe.

You know, I've got a set of handcuffs back at my place.

You could arrest me, and then I'd be your prisoner.

- Maybe later.

- Promise? - Yeah, sure.

(chuckles)

Well, thanks for, uh... your help.

- Anytime.

- Friendly Robert's Island.

(knocking)

(man) - Yes, you have found me.

I'm the Chief of Police, what can I do for you?

- Missing person, Hank Bright, you seen him?

- Uh, sure you won't have something?

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- Ah, one of life's pleasures.

Robert's Island is full of 'em, huh?

- Yeah. - Well...

the good news is that Hank Bright

has not been in any trouble that I know of.

The bad news, I'm afraid, is that unless or until he is,

there's really not much we can do for you

other than keep our eyes open.

- Couldn't you send some men to check out the town?

- Unfortunately, we're a significantly small force

on a reasonable, large island.

We simply don't have the power to launch a search.

And even if we did, the interior is undeveloped.

There are no roads to speak of

and, well, there's still the ocean.

- Right.

Well, you wouldn't mind if I, uh, poked around

a little on my own, would you?

- None whatsoever.

Tell me...

what do you do when you're not doing a favor for a friend?

- I'm in retail, a little shop in Mexico.

Thanks for your help, Lieutenant.

- Uh, where are you staying on the island?

In the event Mr. Bright does turn up.

- Cabana Shores.

- Well, I trust you don't think

we're being indifferent to your problem.

You see, not only are we undermanned,

we're underpaid as well.

- Well, you seem to be doing okay for yourself, Lieutenant.

- Yes, I am.

I always do.

(Tommy) - Yeah, nothing so far.

His boat's still here but nobody seems to know

where he is or what happened to him.

- Anything we can do? - Yeah, have Joanna

find out what she can about Robert's Island.

Then have her run a name check

on a Michael Brill and a Bobby Minh.

Now, Brill's an American, uh, 5'9",

mid to late 40s.

170, 175, dark hair, kind of talks...

(with Southern accent) ...like a cowboy with a diploma.

Now, Minh, I haven't met yet.

- Will do. So, what's up?

- I don't know, maybe nothing.

Brill's a local cop with money and, well, Minh, it seems

is the head honcho of the island.

- Well, you okay on your own?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. (knocking on door)

Door's open.

Look, say hey to Nicole and tell Joanna

to get back to me as soon as possible, all right?

Bye.

- Don't tell me, you have a family.

- Well, friends. - Oh, good.

This is my partner Terri, the one who does varnish work.

We didn't catch you at a bad time, did we?

I mean, you're not with anyone, are you?

- No, I... How'd you know where to find me?

- It's a small island.

- Hmm.

- I felt maybe if Terri had a look at the picture

of your friend, she might recognize him

and, um, we could help you look.

- Yeah, sure.

- You got anything to drink?

- Yeah, there's a mini-bar over there, help yourself.

- Is it okay if I have the white wine?

- Yeah, be my guest.

- How 'bout you, do you want anything?

- Um, a beer would be great, thanks.

(whistles)

- Ah. - Robert "Bobby" Minh.

29 years old, born in Saigon.

Mother: May Lee Minh, brothel keeper,

opium dealer, deceased.

Father: Samuel X., for Xavier Connors.

U.S. citizen, University of Chicago, blah-blah-blah.

Cultural attaché, U.S. Embassy, Saigon.

Bobby's daddy was a spook. Also deceased.

- I've been holding for-- yes.

No, there's no answer.

What?

Oh, I said there's no answer.

What?

Oh, how the hell should I know?

They wanna know if his phone's out of order.

I'm sorry, can you say that again?

Okay.

He's in trouble. - What kind of trouble?

- Well, his things are still in his room,

but he hasn't checked out.

But the maids say that unless he's making his own bed,

he hasn't been back since sometime yesterday.

And there's nothing wrong with his phone.

- Tommy never made a bed in his life.

- Exactly.

(keys clacking)

- Bobby Minh is a man of many talents.

According to INTERPOL, he's been the prime suspect

in a half dozen money laundering operations

involving banks in Europe and the Caribbean--

a trade he apparently learned at his mother's knee.

He retired at 26 and bought himself an island, St. Cecil,

and renamed it after himself.

- Hm, Robert's Island.

- You said many talents.

Money is one, what are the others?

- Well, let's see.

He was a member of the U.S. Junior Archery Team

until he accidentally-- emphasis added--

killed a teammate.

He's a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo

and he plays the recorder.

- What does the "emphasis added" part mean?

- It was a hunting accident.

Opening day of bow season, no witnesses.

- Is there anything else?

- He's a humanitarian.

When he bought St. Cecil, it was a pretty depressed place.

He's built a school, a hospital and a tourist hotel.

The Cabana Beach?

- What about the cop, Brill?

- Nothing yet. - Well, what do you think?

- I think we should visit Robert's Island.

- Will we need a visa or something?

- Maybe just an escape route.

(sighs)

- Hey, look at this.

- What is it?

- A syringe cover.

(man) - Can I help you ladies?

- Uh, yeah, there used to be a boat here

called Year of the Dragon.

Do you know what happened to it? - Who wants to know?

- I do. It belongs to my brother.

Well, actually, it's my step-brother.

- Uh-huh. Is he a good looking guy,

uh, brown, wavy hair and about this height?

- Oh, no, Hank's about...

Well, he's dark hair but he's got a crew cut.

Well, at least he did the last time we saw him.

Oh, um, we're sisters.

- Really?

And that makes you what, uh, the girlfriend?

- The fiancée. - Ah.

- Have you seen Hank?

- All I can tell you is what I told the other guy.

Not since ten days ago.

- The other guy? - Yes.

- So, he was about this tall, brown hair, good looking.

- Yeah, yeah, that's the one.

- So, what happened to his boat?

- My boat. - Your boat?

You just told me that you're the fiancée?

- We trust each other, we share.

- Ah. Well, they came for it

about this time yesterday. - Who came?

- Who do you think? Some of Bobby Minh's boys.

Look, I told your fiancée when he tied up here.

Slips go by the week with a three-day grace period.

And yesterday was the deadline.

I can show you the copy of my contract if--

- That's okay, uh, so Bobby Minh has the boat.

- Yes. - I'd like to talk to him.

- Well, that's not easy.

He's a very private person.

So, if you wanna talk to Bobby,

I think you gotta go to visit his place up the coast.

But you gotta have an invitation.

- How do we get one of those? - The only person I know

that has a relationship with Bobby is Lieutenant Brill.

It's our local police department over there.

- Maybe you should wait for us back at the hotel.

- No way, I'm part of the team.

I'm one of the step-sisters, remember?

We're related.

- She's got a point.

- Okay.

Uh, how do you think we should play this?

- Why not just tell the truth?

We're looking for our brother and his boat.

- My boat. - It's not your boat.

- He's not your brother. - Oh, yeah.

- Let us do the talking.

- Lieutenant Brill?

(distant dogs barking)

- Let's go. - Hey, whoa, whoa, where am I?

- You're with us now, and we have to keep moving.

- Ho, ho, ho. - What? What?

- Hank Bright.

- Yeah. Do we know each other?

- Yeah, I've been hired to find you.

- Well, you found me. What next?

- All right, all right, look.

I'll lead 'em that way.

You guys go... that way. - All right, go.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, where is he going?

- He can run a lot faster than us, let's go.

(dogs barking)

(dogs growling)

(barking continues)

(dog panting)

- Take an ear for a trophy.

I'm going back to the villa.

- How did all this happen?

- I don't know.

I met a girl in a bar.

A place called Sandy's.

She asked me if I liked to party.

- A blonde named Angie?

- Yeah... Angie.

Next thing I knew, I woke up here.

Eddie and his buddy Simon found me.

Pretty much like we found you.

- Jeez... Looks like a puncture wound.

- An arrow.

The guys with the dogs use bows and arrows.

- They what?

- This part of the island's a hunting preserve.

About a mile or so in, there's a fence.

Guard dogs, razor wire, the whole deal.

(distant dogs barking)

- What happened to Simon?

- They got him... three days ago.

(barking dogs approaching)

- All right, all right, come on, they're on the move,

let's go, let's go. - No, I can't. My leg, man.

- Hey, this isn't about your leg, man,

it's about your life, come on.

Up, up.

Let's go.

(music playing)

♪ Touch me, touch me ♪

♪ Touch me ♪

♪ Touch me, touch me ♪

♪ Touch me ♪

♪ Late at night when the fire goes out ♪

♪ I'm still burning... ♪

♪

- I don't see Tommy.

- Oh, he'll be around somewhere.

Why don't you make yourselves comfortable?

I'll go find Mr. Minh and come back.

- Wouldn't it be fun to have a place like this someday?

- Not if you have to do dirty laundry to pay for it.

- There's that.

- Besides, the pool is too small.

- You think so?

- Yeah, either that or the house is just too big.

- Too big and the wrong color.

- And there's not much of a view either.

- Okay, okay, that's enough.

You're right, big house, little pool,

beautiful people having fun in the sun.

I'd hate that.

- Everyone is looking at you.

- Why are they wearing jackets in this weather?

(man) - Because they have guns under them.

And some of my guests don't like looking at guns.

Welcome. I'm Bobby Minh.

I understand you're looking for your step-brother Hank.

- Oh, yeah, do you happen to know where he is?

- I'm afraid not.

There's someone else looking for him as well.

Perhaps you'd like to compare notes.

You didn't happen to see Tommy when you came in, did you?

- No, I didn't.

- Maybe he's roaming around the property.

He may have taken an interest in the kennels.

Dogs are my new passion.

(dogs barking)

Keep your forearm straight.

Archery is my old passion.

But you know that about me already.

- How would we know that about you?

- Oh, I thought perhaps Lieutenant Brill

might have said something.

(barking and growling)

(gun cocks)

- Where's Tommy?

What'd you do with him?!

- I'm not exactly sure at the moment.

But it shouldn't be long before he's spotted.

Till then, I'll have to consider restocking.

- What are you talking about?

- Ladies, this way.

You people aren't the only ones with computers.

When someone executes a file search on me

I like to know who it is and why.

Try to get some rest 'cause you're gonna need it.

- Then you better do something about those dogs.

- Oh, you'll get used to them, believe me.

By this time tomorrow,

you're going to be running from them

instead of listening to them.

- "Acapulco H.E.A.T." will be right back.

(dogs barking)

- Good morning, ladies.

Because I'm a sporting man,

I'm going to give you a 30-minute head start.

- What do you mean? Why do we need a head start?

- Do you want to tell her what it's called?

(lock rattling) - Don't worry.

- What's going on?

- It's called "The Most Dangerous Game."

- Very good.

You have 30 minutes. I suggest you use them all.

There are five targets out there.

I expect you to spot them and herd them in my direction.

They belong to me.

You will shoot them

only if they are about to escape from the island.

There'll be special rewards for those that do the best work.

(all panting)

(distant barking)

- We need a plan.

- No kidding.

- We need to find something sharp.

Rocks, sticks, anything.

- Hear it?

- Yeah, we still have a few minutes.

- I mean the ocean.

Let's go towards the beach.

Maybe we can find some driftwood or something.

There's nothing here.

- That's a good plan.

- Well, hi, Tiger. Cat, Nicole.

This is Hank. - Hi.

- And I guess since you're all here,

you probably know what's going on.

- Yeah, we're dog food.

- Let's get to the beach, unless you have a better idea?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I do.

Let's go.

(dogs barking)

(groaning)

(dog growling) - Good boy, good boy.

Good doggie, good boy.

That's a good boy.

(speaking French)

The trick is never run.

- I'll try to remember that.

(groaning)

(gun cocking)

- Hank.

Don't.

Tommy?

- It's not my play.

Uh-uh.

Get up.

Come on, go-go-go-go.

(dog panting)

- Seems I have found a worthy adversary.

Good things come to those who wait.

Two, this is One, come in, Two.

Two, this is One.

One, come in, Two. Two, this is One.

- Uh, Two ran into a little trouble.

Which one are you?

- Tommy, is that you?

Congratulations.

I had no idea you had such resources.

Where are you now?

- Right behind you.

- Are you alone?

- Not at the moment.

- Neither am I. But I will be.

If you're good enough, I will be.

Rules have changed. They're anyone's kill now.

- Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. Team will be right back.

- Copy that, I'll check it out right away, sir.

- Okay, let's try and take these guys alive.

- Give me a week and I'll try and figure out a reason why.

- Well, they could tell us what kind of security devices

Minh has on the estate.

Okay, you two stay put.

And don't do anything I wouldn't do.

- Me? - Yes, you.

- How's your leg?

- It's fine.

- Can I tell you something?

- Sure.

- I'm glad you didn't kill him.

- I wanted to.

But I couldn't, I didn't know how.

- That's why I'm glad.

- Cat.

(alarm sounding)

(man screams)

(gunfire)

- Yeah, we're not gonna know

what the security arrangements are now.

(man screams)

- Oh, ho, ho.

Smoke grenades, flashbangs.

(Minh speaking Spanish)

- Stay.

Take your sunglasses off.

- You mind if I ask why?

- I need to see your eyes.

We've lost contact with the preserve.

- Hmm. That's interesting.

- I'm glad you feel that way.

- Any idea how much time we've got?

- Not a lot would be my guess.

See to the men, will you?

I'll be upstairs if you need me.

- There's no motion detectors.

There's too much natural movement to work.

- They'll have surveillance cameras.

There's bound to be a control room.

It's gotta be there.

- Ow, ooh.

- Yeah.

Okay, Joanna and I are gonna take out the power.

Nicole, you and Cat position yourselves.

Now, as soon as the power goes out, we move.

You come in behind your smoke and your flashbangs.

Look...

if we don't make it back, you head for the beach.

All set? All right.

- I'm at checkpoint seven.

Take a break.

(man grunts)

- All right, good work.

Now-- - Don't say it.

You want me to wait here.

- Not here, over there, and don't argue with me.

- I'm not arguing. Why would I argue?

I'm an important member of the team,

and my job is to stand here

and guard an unconscious man until you get back.

- You can wake him up if you want.

(man screams)

(distant recorder playing)

- I'm glad you made it.

Are, uh, any of my people still alive?

- Still looking for Brill.

- Just him?

- Oh, and the girl.

- What do you think of me, Tommy?

Do you have an opinion? I'd really like to know.

- Oh, yeah.

- What is it? - You're one sick puppy, man.

- Do you think I have a death wish?

- Yeah.

- Do you have one?

- Nope.

(loud grunting)

- Where did you learn your craft?

- Which one? - The one you're practicing now.

- Ah, here and there.

- Are you familiar with-- aah!

- You know... you talk too much.

- Why didn't you just shoot him?

- It's okay, I needed the workout.

There's gotta be some authority we can call.

- How about him?

- Oh, I already sent a message to the mainland.

- How did you do that?

- Do you really wanna know?

(all) - No.

(Joanna chuckles)

- You know, I would've done this one for noting.

- I wouldn't let you.

You all deserve much more.

- Whoops.

- Hey, where's Hank?

- He's paying for the champagne.

- Speaking of which,

you don't suppose he and Joanna got lost, do you?

- How far did they have to go?

- Not far, and they are not lost.

- You can get in shape just watching her.

- Why don't you go up and say hello?

- He's chicken.

- Ah, she looks friendly. - Have a little guts, boy.

- I told you, he's chicken.

(clucking)

(women giggling)

(Hank) - Uh-oh.

- Atta boy. (laughing)

♪

- They make a nice couple.

- They're not a couple yet. They just met.

- I don't mean anything like, you know, meaningful.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's just nice to see two people together.

- Like you two. (chuckling)

- The chicken becomes the rooster.

(all laughing)

♪