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(Tommy) Tonight on "Acapulco H.E.A.T."...

(crowd cheering)

(gunshot)

(shrieking, gunfire)

(screaming)

(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 ♪

(military march playing)

(crowd cheering)

(whistling and cheering)

(indistinct whispering)

(gunshots)

(guns cocking)

(woman crying)

Está vivo, he's alive!

Get a doctor!

(sobbing)

He's alive!

(monitor beeping)

- Who the hell could've done this?

President Moncada's like the most popular guy on the island.

- He's a politician.

He may be admired, but he also has enemies.

- I wonder...

- What?

- Well, when he invited us here, do you think that he maybe

had an idea something like this might happen?

- Well, if he did, I wish he would've told us.

I mean, we could have helped protected him.

- Maybe he didn't know who was out to get him.

- But you are guys are his friends.

Surely, you must know someone who didn't like him.

- I can't think of anyone who'd try to assassinate him.

- What about before when you and Cat were with the H.E.A.T.?

Were you not assigned to protect Moncada?

- Oh, was that four years ago?

Yeah, about four years ago,

but we weren't here to protect Moncada.

We were here to prevent a coup.

(footsteps approaching)

How is he?

- Still in a coma.

Doctors say he might not ever come out of it.

- Don't worry.

He's as tough as they come.

He's gotta pull through, believe me.

- Come on, there's nothing we can do here.

(Nicole) What were you and Diane doing in D.C., working together?

- No, I met her at one of those upscale Washington parties.

I guess she was a legal eagle

for some hot lobbyist on the Hill.

I only talked to her once, but I did hear a lot about her.

She's supposed to be a great lawyer.

- She's also a drop dead knockout.

- Excuse me, sir.

But I do believe your libido is showing.

- I hope that's all that's showing.

(women chuckling)

- Go ahead, laugh it up.

I mean it, Diane Hudson's a ten-plus.

(Cat) Oh, God.

- Oh, God!

I have a gray hair. - Where?

- Here, uh...

Where did it go? Where did it go?

- Look, my dad turned gray at 33.

Think what I gotta look forward to.

It happens.

- Personally, I like men with gray hair.

It makes 'em look... so distinguished.

- On a woman, it makes you look old, very old.

- Lines and wrinkles are old.

- Yes, but gray hair is a road sign.

(women chuckling)

- Sorry I took so long.

(sniffing)

I needed a major repair job. (chuckles)

- Whatever you did, it worked.

- Oh...

My gosh.

What a terrible day.

Thanks for sticking by my side.

Couldn't have made it without your support.

- Glad to help.

- We'll stick around as long as you need us.

- I appreciate that.

So would Diego... President Moncada.

You know, he told me so much about you guys,

I feel like we're old friends.

- You know, we could help you find the people responsible.

- We'll-- we'll check with Interpol and CIA

and see if we can come with a shopping list of P.A.'s.

- P.A.'s? - Potential assassins.

- That won't be necessary.

St. Justine's a small island

and its police force is very efficient.

No one can land or leave the island

without the authorities knowing it.

We're gonna catch those bastards.

And when we do...

- Ambassador, nice to see you again.

- You too, Tommy.

Cat. - Hi.

- And you must be the new partners.

- Nicole Bernard, nice to meet you.

- Hello. - Joanna Barnes.

- Hello.

Well, as you already know,

things are pretty hectic around here.

So let me get right to the point.

The president is still in a coma.

So, until we get some answers,

the vice president and I would like... private security.

- And what about the men who tried to kill him?

- Find them.

- Whatever you need, I mean, personal, police cooperation,

criminal records, weapons, they're yours.

- Well, you do realize that we're not with the coalition anymore.

- We're now a private enterprise with expenses.

- I realize all that, yes.

And as the U.S. Ambassador,

I am authorized to pay you anything you want.

- Just so you round up these assassins

and turn them over to me.

Uh, the government.

- Oh, consider it done.

- Well...

in that case, let's go.

(door opens)

- I hope you're not making a mistake.

- What was I supposed to do?

Order the Ambassador not to hire them?

Besides, what harm can they do?

- Maybe a lot. These people are good.

They're liable to come up with something.

- Something like what? Imaginary terrorists?

Or for rumors of another attempted coup?

Oh, come on, Diana. Let them poke around.

They'll find nothing.

They can only make me, uh, look good in front of the people.

- I hope you're right.

Because the cartel I represent does not look kindly

upon mistakes or the people who make them.

Especially not for the kind of money they're paying you.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Don't worry, Diane.

Don't worry about it.

You know...

when I'm in power...

...you'll have the run of the island.

And your friends,

yes, your friends,

they can sink wells wherever they like.

Huh.

(chuckling)

Till then, how do I look?

It's very important for me 'cause I'm, you know,

I'm going on the TV.

You know what for?

To calm the nation's bleeding hearts.

(sarcastic chuckle)

(keys clacking)

- Have you come up with anything yet?

- Unh-unh.

According to the CIA and Interpol, none of these

terrorist groups are operating in the Caribbean theater.

You think Cuba's behind this?

- It's doubtful.

Cuba's economy is crumbling, so old Castro's trying

very hard to keep a low profile just in case the U.S. decides

to turn a favorable cheek his way.

(footsteps approach)

- All quiet?

- Like an empty church.

Come on, why don't I give you a ride home?

- Nah, that's okay. I-- I got a ride, thanks.

- In a presidential limo, perhaps?

- That's cute.

Oh, by the way, I, uh... got you a little something.

- What is it?

- Just a little reminder to, uh,

let you know I'm always thinking of you.

- "Want to look younger?

Then rinse that tell-tale gray hair away with Gray Away"?

Hey, it was only one hair.

And I'm not even sure that I saw it.

- Uh... today's another day.

♪

- Peso for your thoughts.

- Sorry... for doing it again.

I just can't get over the fact Diego might not ever recover.

- You must care for him very much.

- I do.

But not in the way that you think.

And certainly not in the way

that the television and the press paint it.

- Then you're not his, um... - No.

(chuckling)

Most definitely not.

I'm more like his confidant.

Couldn't you tell that?

- Wasn't sure.

- I thought I made that very clear the first time we met.

I'm finally making it clear.

(laughing)

♪

- We may not have the moon and the stars,

but we have the sun and the ocean.

(Tommy coughing)

(Diane giggles)

My private life is my own, you know.

Nobody's gonna bother you because you come home with me.

- I wouldn't care if they did.

- Oh? - Look, I, uh...

I move at my own pace when it comes to--

- Women.

- Just the ones I care for.

- So I've moved up a notch?

- Could be you're... right up there.

- Well...

I'm not planning on going anywhere.

(engine starts)

(Nicole) Here is where the motorcade crossed the plaza.

It's as good a place as any to start looking.

(camera shutter clicking)

- (Joanna) Dumb question? - Uh-huh.

- What are we looking for?

Uh, I know that this is not as exciting

as it seems in the movies, and it's the boring,

down and dirty legwork that captures most criminals, right?

- Right.

- So, tell me, what are we looking for?

(camera shutter clicking) - I don't know.

But I'll know it when I see it.

(camera shutter clicking)

Hey, hey, hey, that's enough, go, go away.

That's it! - What?

- What we're looking for, come on!

Señor!

Hold on. (chuckling)

Nothing here we can use.

You sure these are all you took?

Hmm.

Looks like my hunch was wrong.

I was so sure that we would find something

that would lead us to...

Wait a minute.

- What? Find something?

- What do you make of this?

Looks like she's holding something in her hand.

- A gun?

- No, but it could be a signal or something.

- But Diane is the president's closest friend.

- Or wants everyone to think so.

- I had him make these blow-ups

so we could get a closer look at what was going on.

See here?

Why is she looking back like that?

And here?

This could be some sort of device

that we cannot really tell for sure.

(Joanna) I asked him to blow up this shot

in case we ever need to identify the driver.

(Nicole) So, what do you think?

Pretty flimsy evidence, I admit.

- What evidence? All I see is a woman talking to a chauffeur.

- You don't think she looks like

she's expecting something to happen?

- What's your take on it?

- Well, I think it could go either way.

I mean, as for this?

I mean, it-- it could be a triggering device.

But it could also be a camera or a small purse.

I mean, it's impossible to tell from a photo.

- Would you forget the photos for a minute?

All right, why would Diane wanna kill President Moncada?

Not only does he pay her for legal counsel,

but he also happens to be her best friend.

- If I knew that, I wouldn't need these photos.

- Well, until you get some real proof,

you better get a grip on your imagination.

Quit trying to pin this on an innocent person

and start looking for the real guilty party.

- That is what I'm trying to do.

How about you?

- What, you're saying I'm dogging it 'cause I like Diane?

- Yes, you're human.

- So is Diane.

(Cat) Come on, guys.

Jumping on each other is not gonna get us anywhere.

- Look, we're not getting anywhere anyways.

- Well, I guess I really touched a nerve, hmm?

- I think he cares a great deal about Diane.

- I'm sure he does.

But that won't cloud his judgment.

I've known Tommy a long time, he's a pro.

He'll do the right thing.

All right, I'll go talk to him.

- You know, there's something about the ocean.

No matter how you feel,

it always seems to calm you down, you know?

- Not always.

Can't believe those two trying to frame Diane like that.

- Nobody's trying to frame Diane.

They just thought she'd be a possibility.

But we didn't realize how sensitive you'd be.

- You also didn't say you could be wrong.

Are you politely saying that you're right?

(Cat laughs)

You know me better than that.

Politeness was never one of my better qualities.

But I do think you should just ask Diane

why she was looking back.

I mean, maybe she saw or heard something that could help us.

- I'll think about it.

- You gotta do more than that.

- So you didn't see anything at all

that would've made you suspicious?

- Hmm.

Tell your partners all I saw

were crowds of happy, cheering people.

- What about, uh... what about your camera?

Did you take any pictures with it?

- What camera?

- In the photo, it looked like you were holding a small camera.

- All I had with me was my purse.

I mean, it's kind of small and square.

Why, would you like to see it?

- No, it's not necessary.

- There's nothing more than I'd like than to help.

- We'll catch 'em.

You know, it's just a matter of time, that's all.

- Well, I'm certainly glad you didn't put me in handcuffs.

(Tommy chuckling)

You are not a suspect, okay?

The guys were just wondering

why you were looking back, that's all.

(chuckling)

Ah, better go.

- Will you call me?

- Well, here I am.

- Look, I'm glad we were wrong about Diane.

Personally, I, uh... like her.

- Me too.

We really weren't trying to frame her, you know?

- I know, I know.

I shoulda just chilled out.

- You are forgiven for that.

It's the gray remover I cannot forget.

- It works?

- So do tweezers.

(engine starts)

(camera shutters clicking)

- Okay, they're on their way.

(crash) - Oh!

- What's their problem? - I can't see their problem.

Whoa, get down! (gunshots)

(Joanna screams)

- Who do you think they are?

- I don't know.

Get down!

(Joanna shrieks)

(tires screeching)

(Nicole shouts in French)

You okay?

- This was no ordinary drive-by shooting.

These two cowboys were waiting for us at the side road.

- They came out like Dodge City.

- So you didn't recognize either of them?

- Well...

the one driving did look familiar.

I can't place where I saw his face.

Wait a minute.

I scanned in these blow-ups just so we could have 'em handy.

(keys clacking, computer beeping)

Here it is.

(Nicole gasps)

(Nicole) "Acapulco H.E.A.T." will be right back.

(birds chirping)

- Before you go ballistic,

we're not saying Diane had anything to do with this.

- She is not responsible for some jerk of a chauffeur.

- Whoa.

- All we're saying is

he was driving the car that tried to--

- I said, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it.

- What? - I'm not a fool, you know?

(Joanna) Meaning?

- Meaning, I gotta face it.

There could be a connection.

I hope there isn't, but...

Damn.

- Are you sure about this?

- Absolutely.

- Find him, pick him up.

Good work.

This may be the break we need.

- Look, I'd just like to be there

when the police question him.

- Of course, you will.

(door opens, closes)

(beep)

- Well, what do you know?

- Find something?

- Diane's name on an Interpol list of fraud suspects.

- When? - Two years ago.

Hired as a legal consultant by Dasco Enterprises.

- The oil conglomerate?

- Dasco was in an investigation by the FBI

and the U.S. Attorney's office.

They were charged with swindling the government

out of over $100 million.

And look at this.

- Hmm, tell me. I'd rather hear it.

- Three months after fraud charges were filed,

little Miss Diane deposited a million pounds

to a bank account in London.

I don't think it was a coincidence.

- But is there any proof?

- Wait, I'm looking.

(beep)

Doesn't look like it.

She walked away.

- Keep trying, we need proof.

- Try to find some somewhere.

(Joanna) Well, here goes nothing.

Better not get too close.

Don't let 'em see you, Joanna.

- Okay, here it is.

(camera shutter clicking)

(Joanna shrieking)

- Hey, don't, don't, don't try and talk, Mr. President.

Look... if you can,

just answer our questions by nodding

or shaking your head, okay?

- Do you have any idea who would want to kill you?

Did you see anyone suspicious before or during the motorcade?

(Tommy sighs) Okay.

This is what we wanna do.

(Cat) Tommy, wait.

You're gonna see Diane, right?

- Don't worry, I'm not on the fence about this anymore.

- I'm sorry.

- Ah, you know, I'll get over it.

- Sure, but it still hurts, I know, I've been there.

(Tommy clears throat)

- What are you gonna tell her?

- I don't know, I'll let her do the talkin', you know?

Hang herself.

(engine starts)

(Diane) But I was allowed to see Diego when he was in a coma.

Why not now when he's feeling better?

- Doctor's orders.

- Why?!

Is there something you know?

Is there something you're not telling me, Tommy?

- Like what?

- Diego, he's getting better, isn't he?

- Sure. - Well, then why can't I talk to him?!

- The doctor's afraid too much talking might cause a relapse.

(distant machine gun fire)

- Where the hell is Joanna?

- I don't know, the last time I saw her,

she was sitting here using her laptop.

(Nicole groans)

(gunfire continues)

- Isn't that...?

- Yes, it is.

He was driving Diane in the motorcade.

He tried to run Joanna and me off the road.

- Is the president okay?

- He is.

We're not.

(car starts, tires squeal)

- Well, our little scheme worked.

(Cat) Well, not really, they got away.

(Nicole) Not these four.

When Joanna decide to show up,

she can trace them back to the others.

- Speaking of Joanna, where is she?

- That's a good question, I--

(phone ringing)

(beeps on)

- Yo.

Yeah, got it.

(beeps off)

Diane.

- What does she want?

- She wants to see me.

Right away, she's waiting at the beach.

- We'll go with you.

- No, that might scare her off.

- It might be a trap.

- Don't worry, I'm way ahead of you.

- So what's the problem?

- I have some information on who tried to kill Diego.

- Well, that'd be helpful, what is, what is it?

- It's a picture of the assassin right here.

(gun cocks)

(Tommy sighs)

- You know, I was wondering how long

it was gonna take you to catch on.

- Obviously, a few minutes too long.

(Tommy) Stay tuned for more "H.E.A.T."

- I've known about you for a while, I guess...

I just didn't wanna admit it.

- That's what I counted on.

Don't feel bad, Tommy, haven't you heard, love is blind?

- Well, in your case, so is loyalty.

Why, Diane?

I mean, I can accept the fact that you used me.

It's what you do for a living.

Why Diego?

He was everything to you.

He helped you, he was your best friend.

- He's also a stubborn, idealistic fool who'd rather die

than sacrifice some stupid wildlife sanctuaries.

I mean, the ecology, a few lousy birds and animals.

That's all he cares about.

Well, his time's run out.

And Ortiz doesn't give a hoot about ecology,

and soon he'll be running the country.

- Ortiz, the vice president.

Oil well lighter shoulda woke me up.

I should've realized.

- Nobody's perfect.

The race is over, it's too late, it's over.

- Not quite.

- What? Acapulco H.E.A.T.?

Huh, that's no problem, I have you and I have Joanna.

There's only two left.

- Joanna?

- She was nosing around with a camera, so my men grabbed her.

Say good-bye, Tommy.

You were kind of special, too bad.

(gun cocks)

(Diane grunts)

(gun cocks)

- Ahh!

(car starts)

- I had Diane lined up in my sights and I just...

couldn't pull the trigger.

Anything that happens to Joanna, it's gonna be my fault.

- We'll find her.

- How?

This island is mostly dense jungle.

I mean, Joanna could be stashed anywhere.

I mean, without a lead, it could be days, it could take weeks.

- Wait a minute.

Maybe we do have a lead. Maybe Joanna left us one.

(Nicole) In her computer, of course!

- Exactly, her whole life's devoted to it.

What she thinks, what she does.

I mean, this computer is her.

Maybe she left a trail we can follow.

- It's worth a shot.

- I know Joanna was checking into Diane's background.

I'll start with Diane and see what I can come up with.

(keys clacking)

(beep)

Dasco, of course.

She told me Diane was a legal consultant for them.

- It's about oil?

We gotta find oil.

Oil, gunk.

Diane had it on her shoes twice.

So did those gunmen.

Had to be walking somewhere where there's oil on the ground.

Only place it could be, the wildlife sanctuaries.

- What about them?

- Diane said that President Moncada

was a stubborn fool about the ecology.

Someone who'd rather die than sacrifice the wildlife sanctuaries.

- So Dasco must wanna drill there for oil.

- Okay, which sanctuaries? There's lot of them.

In here.

Joanna accessed all the Dasco files.

There must be something on where the oil is.

(beep)

Bingo.

(Tommy) Diane's there.

- We've gotta find out which shack they've got Joanna in.

- We'd better find out right now.

Or I don't give Joanna much chance of surviving.

(loud music playing)

- Turn that damn thing off!

Turn it off!

I've worked my whole life for this kind of a deal,

and I'm not gonna let two morons screw it up now!

- Uh!

- Is this where you tell me

that I'm never gonna get away with this?

- You're never gonna get away with this.

- Good, how reassuring.

(grunting throughout)

- You know, I... I underestimated you.

- No, you know me.

- I suppose it's, uh, too late to offer to cut you in.

I could, uh, make you all very rich.

- Rich is good.

- How rich?

- Richer than you've ever dreamed.

- Think of all the computers I could buy.

- Yeah, yeah, could I have a pony?

- Yeah, and a sailboat, a blue one.

- I want a balloon and a date with Christopher Lambert.

(women laughing)

- You know, I'm serious.

- So are we.

- Tell you what, I got a better idea.

You call the vice president.

And I'll tell the prosecutors you were cooperative.

(Diane sighs)

Is that your best offer?

- Don't forget the computers. Lots of 'em.

- You already said that.

- I wanted to make sure.

- Call Ortiz.

(Diane sighs)

What would you want me to say?

- Mr. President, I'm so glad to see you're feeling better.

- I wonder if you'll feel the same way

after you hear my speech.

- I'm afraid I don't understand, sir.

- Then let me spell it out for you.

You and Diane Hudson conspired to kill me.

- Mr. President, that's not--

- Don't waste time denying it, Carlos.

I have proof.

Diane Hudson's confession.

Now, once I tell the people of this island

about your alliance with Dasco Oil...

- That's right, you fool!

You just signed your own death warrant!

- Wrong!

You just signed yours.

Hope you enjoy the view from the prison.

(Joanna) Stay tuned for more "Acapulco H.E.A.T."

(Cat and Joanna laughing)

- You are bad.

- I've been sitting here so long waiting for Tommy.

It's a wonder I did not really turn gray.

- And speak of the devil.

- Isn't that a gray wig?

I'm sorry.

- This is what happens when you sit in the sun.

I'm thinking of suing you.

- Really?

Hey, look...

this might cheer you up, I...

- Oh, my God.

I knew Moncada would be generous, but $300,000!

- Well, don't get too excited.

- Why?

- Well, it's St. Justine dollars.

- Meaning?

- A little matter of inflation.

- How little?

- 500 to one.

- Some negotiator you are.

- Do you know how old you're going to be

before I forgive you for this?

- I thought you were going to tell me.

(Cat laughing)

(Tommy) Right.

Can I get some service?!

♪