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- Tonight on "Acapulco H.E.A.T."...

- I paid cash. - $200,000?

- Our client Eric tell us why he paid us in counterfeit bills?

- Why would the French be interested

in U.S. currency matters?

- That's the other guy that was on the boat.

(women screaming, gunshot)

- We want our consignment, Charlie.

- Um, hang on.

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

- Hey!

- Put your guns down or I kill her.

(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 ♪

- Gracias. - De nada.

(machine whirring)

Un momento, señor.

Why do you try to cheat me?

Do you think I'm stupid? - Wha-- What?

- Your money is not good. It is false.

And you're a falserior.

A counterfeiter.

- What are you talking about?

- Hold him.

Hold him! - Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey.

- There will be a reward.

(groans)

- Hey, hey, hey, wait for the police to get here.

(gun cocks)

- You naughty, naughty boy.

Hey, uh, black seven on the red eight.

- Good eye.

Thanks.

Queen of spades is missing.

- You should have ducked.

- Yeah, well, it was a lucky punch.

And the guy was-- was big. He was huge.

Hey, our client Eric tell us why

he paid us in counterfeit bills?

- He said he thought the bills were real.

- You believed him? - Well, you did.

You're the one that took 'em. - Yeah.

I'm gonna take a lot more out of him next time I see him.

- Well, you'll have to wait. Nicole's got him on the car.

(Tommy sighs)

- Come on, lighten up. It wasn't my fault!

I mean, I sold a boat. It's what I do.

I'm a broker. The guy paid cash.

- $200,000?

You didn't check the money? - I checked some of it.

I mean, the bills felt okay. They felt great.

The boat was a lemon, so I didn't want him hanging around, you know?

I gave him the title. I had debts.

I owed you guys for finding my catamaran.

- You! You still owe us.

- I mean, come on, Tommy. I mean, I know that.

I mean, God, you know?

You know, I bailed you out, didn't I?

I mean, I swear, I didn't know the stuff was bad.

Hey... I'm out a 52-foot power cruiser.

You know, it may have been a lemon, but it was my lemon.

You guys want a job?

Help me get it back

and I'll go double on what I owe you for the catamaran.

- Did you bother to get a name?

- The guy with the money was named Jacques, Jacques Duran,

and he was with another girl, Linda, and some other guy.

Said he was staying at the Bel-Air Hotel.

- Double the fee for the catamaran,

plus a fee for the cruiser.

- Okay, okay.

- Room 101.

- That's the other guy that was on the boat.

- All right, let's hit the cabana.

- Get out! (woman screams)

Come on, get out! (women screaming)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

- Are you crazy?

- Oh.

Sorry, I...

thought you were someone else.

- Well, I'm not, but I could be.

Are you married?

- I'm engaged to three women.

- So what? Are you married?

- Sorry... I'm a very busy man.

Who's very stupid.

(door opens and closes)

- Hey, Cat!

- Is she breathing?

- She's been strangled.

I know her.

I've seen her someplace.

- Where? Here?

- No. I don't think so.

I'm not sure.

(Tommy sighs)

- That's Linda.

- All right. Wait outside.

Anybody comes around, you let us know.

- Oh, aren't you gonna call the police?

- Yeah, sure, but first we're gonna look around a little.

- I don't know, Tommy. I mean, I'm in a lot of trouble.

- Want your boat back? - Yeah, sure.

- Keep your eyes open, okay?

Okay.

(sighs) What is it?

- Goop. - Define goop.

- Sticky goop.

- Adhesive tape, maybe?

- Yeah, could be.

Okay, find the green seal.

All the white lines should be really sharp.

- They are.

- Okay... look at Benny's face,

his left cheek,

and see if the engraving got all the cross-hatching right.

- Looks good to me.

(Cat sighs)

- How are you doing?

- Interpol has nothing on our prints.

I'm waiting to hear back from Washington.

You're looking at the wrong side.

There's nothing on that side.

Look at the really little letters.

Here, above where it says $100.

Do you see them? - Yes.

- Now look at the first "d" in "independence."

- Voila.

How did you know that?

- It's the only flaw there is.

These bills are really good.

The ink, the paper, everything.

Even the same kind of printing press.

Most scanners don't even pick them up.

The only way to spot one is by hand like you just did.

- Yeah, but how did you know?

- The same way the guy at the currency exchange did, I guess.

There was an article in the paper.

(computer beeping) Ooh.

(typing)

Linda's name wasn't Linda.

It was Sophie Kincade. She was a secret service agent.

- That's what the adhesive tape was about. She was wired.

- She was stationed in Puntarenas, Costa Rica,

where she was working on a case code-named Easy Green.

Her cover was running a bikini contest.

- That's it!

I knew I'd met her before.

It was in Paris. Nice girl.

- Well, what do you think? We go after these guys?

- I say yes.

- It's the only way to get Eric's boat back.

And besides, we need the money.

- Um, I've never been to Costa Rica.

- She was working with another woman when I met her.

Her street name was Betsy. She was a brunette.

I wonder why she changed it.

- Fashion? - I mean her name-- Linda.

You're not supposed to change your street name.

You can forget who you are.

Sophie, Betsy, Linda.

Two is enough. Three is too many.

Three's a crowd.

- How well did you know her?

- Not well, but I hope somebody did.

I hope she had someone who misses her.

- Hey, here we go.

- Not my type.

- Well, what do you think?

- Kat is right.

Sorry, Joanna. Not yours either.

(Joanna chuckles)

(crowd cheering and shouting)

- How soon will you get our consignment ready?

- Tomorrow or the next day at the latest.

- You said the same thing last week.

- That was last week.

Relax. get a little sun.

Find yourself a couple of girls.

Have some fun.

You want me to fix you up?

Like the old man says, you only live once.

- You should remember that.

We want our consignment, Charlie.

We've had enough fun in the sun.

And weak beer.

We're tired of waiting.

- Don't insult me, Alex.

- It's all right.

I didn't mean anything.

- Oh, it's not all right.

I want an apology, Alex.

(chuckles)

- I apologize.

- And I'm sorry you don't like my beer.

In the meanwhile, you really should get a little sun, hmm?

- I want you to stay on top of him.

(indistinct speech)

- Don't get too close. - I won't.

- If they spot you-- - They won't, okay?

- Don't you worry.

Hi. I'm Charlie Croix.

What's your name?

- Nicole.

- I-- I know I had it here somewhere, but...

- You lose something?

- Yeah, yeah. Your phone number.

(chuckles)

(gulls screeching)

- Okay, okay. Good-bye.

So...

Now, where in Provence are you from?

- Arles. - I know Arles.

I've been to the bullfights there.

- I hate bullfights.

Don't tell me you like them.

- I hate them.

How about baseball?

- I know nothing about baseball.

- Well, what do you like?

- I like to have a good time.

I like nice things.

What do you like, Charlie?

- Other than baseball and bullfights?

- And the company of women.

- I like to make money.

What do you do when you're not reading minds?

- I like to travel.

- Alone?

- It starts that way.

- What are we looking at?

- Well, three so far.

Two on the wharf, one of which is baldy over there.

- Well, the others are Czechs,

or at least, they're traveling on Czech passports.

- How did Joanna find that out?

- She followed them to their hotel, talked to the desk clerk.

- Are you sure?

- Ugly like that has got to be in the genes.

- Jacques, say hello to my new friend Nicole.

- How new?

- Today new.

- Well, then... that makes you an old friend.

- That makes four. (shutter clicks)

(phone ringing)

- Yes? - It's me.

Remember the guy I told you about?

The one who chased me? - Yes.

- He's here.

- In town? - Closer than that.

He's about 100 meters to your right

with a girl with a long lens.

It's pointed at you.

- You're sure it's the same one?

- Oh, I'm sure.

- Amateur or professional?

- My guess is professional.

- Is it anything you can't handle?

- Not so far.

- Just keep an eye on the situation

and let me know if anything changes, okay?

Tell me, Nicole...

have you ever been to Acapulco?

- I hate Acapulco as much as I hate bullfighting.

- Don't tell me you're leaving.

- I've had a wonderful time,

but I had a very late night.

- Why not take a nap below?

- Alone?

- Should I have Jacques take you back to your hotel?

- That's very sweet.

But I think the walk will do me good.

- What do you think?

- Well, the cherry stem I've seen before,

but she is lovely.

Carlos called.

The press is working again.

- Oh, excellent.

(car engine turns over)

(engine starts)

- Sleep well?

- I'm as good as new.

Must have been the champagne.

I hope Charlie's not too disappointed.

- Don't play with me.

I am not Charlie.

- I wouldn't dream of it.

- Are you feeling better?

- You're not too upset with me?

- Impossible.

Bring the car around, Jacques.

Would you like to go for a ride?

- Only if you promise me it's going to be very exciting.

(engine turns over)

(beep)

- They're heading your way.

(beep)

- Let's move it.

(beep)

(phone ringing)

- Tommy?

- Hey, hey, where are you?

- I'm stopped at a red light.

They're going north on...

one of those little dirt back roads.

- Okay, don't get too close.

- Oh.

I think they spotted us.

(horn honking)

- Whoa! (whimpers)

- Where are you?

- Watch it! Watch it!

- How am I? How am I?

- Tommy?

- Go, go, go!

(Joanna) - Go where?

- Hang on.

Whoa!

- Tommy, what was that?

- Never mind.

Drive carefully.

- I am.

- That goes for you too.

- Well, do you want me to lose 'em or what?

- Drive sideways?

Whoa!

Uh-oh, this is gonna be trouble.

- You think?

- Probably.

(grunting)

(gunshots)

- The H.E.A.T. team will be right back.

(open door alert beeping)

- Would you like something to drink?

- Iced tea with lemon, please.

- I'm expecting some people.

When they arrive, have them wait in the library.

- Will you be long?

- I hope not.

- What a beautiful house.

- Oh, thank you.

There are extra suits in the pool house

if you'd like to swim.

Bottoms only, I'm afraid.

European style. (Nicole chuckles)

Enjoy.

(drawer closes)

There you are.

I've been looking all over for you.

- I was in the computer room. Is everything okay?

- Sure.

- Bonjour, Nicole.

It's been a long time.

- So, she's a cop.

Is that what you're telling me?

- She was when I knew her.

She was with French sûreté doing counterintelligence.

Her name is Nicole Bernard.

- I see.

But why would the French be interested

in U.S. currency matters?

- Nicole?

- I'm retired.

Charlie?

- Don't look at me.

- I am in the same world you are.

Survival with style.

I was broke. I was looking for a score.

I heard a rumor in Acapulco that you were the man.

- She met Linda in Paris.

Linda's real name was Sophie.

Sophie and her partner used to work for me.

See, Nicole?

I've got a good memory.

Places, dates, names.

It's one of the reasons why I'm a good cop.

(chuckles) - You are a lot of things,

but good cop is not one of them.

(chuckling)

- Now we are getting somewhere.

- And what about the other two we picked up?

Are they working together?

- How about that, Nicole?

- Who killed Linda?

- Oh, what difference does it make?

Now, why don't you answer Mr. Croix's question?

How many are you?

- Let me ask her, Mr. Croix.

- Maybe later.

Karl, get rid of her.

Our friends have arrived.

(grunting)

- Hey, you're left-handed, huh?

- Yeah. So?

- Well, you should put your stronger side forward.

- Is that right?

- Strongest weapon should be

near to the closest target.

Hey...

cut me loose and I'll show you.

- How's that for strength?

- Better.

Still a little weak.

- Do you like that?

- You bet.

- Yeah?

How about this?

You like this too?

- Love it. (door opens)

- How about you, baby?

You hungry?

- No, but I could use a nice cold beer.

- You want french fries to go with that cold beer?

- You want me to spoil my figure?

- We only got six, lady, so this one'll cost you.

- Oh, I don't want to drink it.

(chuckles)

I want you to pour it on me.

- Take a walk.

You heard me! You too.

- That's right, pour it all over me.

(laughing)

So, now what?

Want to dance?

- Yeah. Sure.

(groaning)

- Don't.

Come on.

Get in.

Ah, my turn.

- Are you asking or telling?

- Whatever, I want to drive.

- All right, but only if you promise to drive fast.

God, where's the romance in men today?

- Well, we traded it in for good looks and reflexes.

- Ha! Well, you got cheated.

(laughing, engine starts)

(beep)

(keypad beeping)

(woman) - The cellular customer that you are calling is not available.

Try again later.

(beep)

(phone ringing)

(beep)

- Okay.

- Joanna!

Hey. Easy.

- What? Where--

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh...

(sniffing)

- Beer?

- You should have been there.

It was a hell of a party.

- Any sign of Nicole? - No.

Who's he?

(Cat) - Our host.

You know the layout of this house.

- Hm? - Want to show us?

- Yeah, sure.

- Stay tuned for more "Acapulco H.E.A.T."

- They don't come any better than this.

(machine whirring)

- Hey, time is money, gentlemen.

In about ten minutes,

we are looking at another price increase.

You can never be too careful.

- (speaking indistinctly)

- What did he say?

- He wonders whatever happened to honor among thieves.

(gunshot)

- What is going on here? Huh?

Come on, find it!

- Well, so much for surprise.

Wait 'til I get to the side of the house.

Stay here.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You're late. What's going on?

- I don't know, but I think we're about to find out.

Where you been?

- Got tied up.

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

- Hold it right there, partner.

- Tommy!

- Hey!

I said, hey!

(gunshot)

- Where's Carl?

- Well...

- Put your guns down or I kill her.

- Looks like we got ourselves

a real Mexican standoff now.

- Not really.

'Cause you don't want your friend here dead.

You lose.

- Okay.

Now what?

- Now...

Boris will pick up the money, walk it over here,

I get away,

and everybody, including cutie-pie here,

will live happily ever after.

How about it, Boris?

- My name is not Boris!

It's Alex.

- Okay, Alex.

So pick up the briefcase and bring it to me.

- Hey!

- We miss any of 'em?

- All present and accounted for.

- That's a nice way to put it, but I just shot someone.

- And we're glad you did.

- You know, I think I liked you better as a straight man.

- What do you mean?

- That's better already.

- Yeah.

(gun cocks)

- Thanks for not shooting me.

- I wanted to get to know you better.

- Next time it will be better.

- Next time, I won't miss.

- Stay tuned. The H.E.A.T. team will be right back.

- Fidel's finest.

Anybody?

- Unh-unh.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

Thank all of you.

(Tommy clears throat)

- Aren't you, uh, forgetting something?

- Yeah, Eric.

This is for the catamaran.

You still owe us for the cruiser.

- I do?

- Mm-hmm. - You do.

Joanna, do you have that invoice?

- And you really don't smoke those things, do you?

- Well, not ordinarily, no.

But this is something I've always wanted to do.

Eric, do you have a lighter?

This is the last one.

(coughing)

(laughter)