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

- Aah!

(gunfire)

- Aah!

(bullet ricocheting)

♪ Oh, can you feel it ♪

♪ Burning inside ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Sweat dripping down my spine ♪

♪ Making it hazy ♪

♪ Wet fingers touching mine ♪

♪ Making 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 ♪

(bell ringing)

(men grunting)

(man screaming)

(thud)

(bells continue ringing)

(men laughing)

(man grunting lightly)

- You son of a...

Come on!

(tires screeching)

(people chattering)

- Where is the man who was hit by the car?

He's gone.

And the address he gave on the admission form

was a fake.

One of the orderlies says it used to be a night club

near the slums.

It was our only hope.

- Sister, there are all kinds of ways

to find a person.

(Joanna) - But why do you want this one so much?

Is it a religious thing?

(nun) - It's his blood.

Now, all we need is a pint or two.

- Of his blood?

- I've been in correspondence with some doctors in the states,

and they're trying to develop a cure

for a form of childhood leukemia.

But there's an antibody they haven't been able to synthesize.

This man, he... he had it right there in his blood.

I've never seen anything like it.

- So, you need his blood to cure people.

- Just a little.

We can clone all the antibodies we need

from a pint or two.

I-- I know, it must sound like science fiction.

But this process has been used for years in microbiology.

- Well, let me get this straight.

All you need is a pint or two of this guy's blood?

- He won't even know it's gone.

- No shooting? - No killing?

- Oh, no.

- Wow, just what I always wanted.

A G-rated case.

(nun chuckles)

(Joanna laughs)

- "No, señorita, I don't see anything,

I don't hear anything."

Somebody jumps through that window

and the manager doesn't see anything?

I should go back in and clean his watch.

- What? - You know-- bang!

- Oh, you mean "clock". Clean his clock.

- Whichever.

- Listen, it's a hotel.

The manager's that way because some of his customers

want him to be blind and dumb, you know what I mean?

- Yeah. He won't tell us anything.

We have a word for it in French.

- We have a dozen words for it in English.

- Well, the poor guy probably knew

he couldn't pay his hospital bill,

so he gave a phony name and address.

- Well, it makes perfect sense, except for one little thing.

- What's that?

- This isn't a phony address. It's a real place.

- What are you saying?

- Why didn't he just make up a street address?

Would have been easier.

- I don't know. But I bet you do.

- I'm working on it.

(man) - Perhaps I know.

- You know the man from the hospital?

- Are you looking for him too?

- Questions, questions,

and we haven't even introduced ourselves.

- Well, you first.

- After you, I insist.

We insist.

(Tommy laughs)

- It's getting a little crazy here, you know,

we don't wanna cause any trouble.

- We're just trying to help some sick kids

and this man, he might be able to--

- Sick children? My dear.

We've only just met and already you presume

to insult my intelligence?

- It's the truth.

Oh!

(Tommy chuckles)

Whoo, about time, huh?

(men laugh)

Bam.

- Señor, we understand each other.

These women are congenital liars.

So, why don't you tell me who you are

and what are you doing here?

- Okay, it's like this...

- Tommy! - Hey! Don't you talk to me...

- Aah!

(gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

(guns clicking)

(men shouting)

(bullet ricocheting)

- You got another clip, don't you?

- This is supposed to be the one

we weren't gonna shoot anybody, remember?

- Stay down.

- What a way to go.

(whispering) - That way. You, there.

(gunfire)

- Lucky for you, we were just in the neighborhood.

- Any idea who they were?

- Why don't we ask?

- When you talked about shooting and killing,

I thought you were joking.

- We were... kind of.

- But obviously, this guy you're looking for

has got some enemies.

- And we've got to find him before they do.

- No, no, I've changed my mind.

I'm not going on with this.

- Look, Sister, I understand how you feel.

All you're trying to do is help.

And now, two men are dead and another's in critical con--

- And it's my fault.

- Would you mind answering a question for me?

- What?

- How many kids die every year of this disease?

(man screaming) - No!

I mess up.

He's not gonna like this.

- What's he saying?

- He's delirious from the anesthesia.

- He'll kill me. He'll kill me.

(speaking foreign language)

- Who? Who is going to kill you?

- Sister... is there gonna be a priest coming?

- Yes, I've sent for one.

- There are things I've done. Terrible things.

- Perhaps you can make up for them now.

- How?

- Do you know the name of the man

who was hit by the car?

- I do, but...

- Now is not the time to hold back.

- Caesar...

- Well... it's a start.

- And a finish.

- Caesar...

- Percodan, Demerol.

Aspirin?

You bring me this drugstore crap?

(man scoffs)

Any of you geniuses remember what business I'm in?

Get me some of the good stuff. Now!

(door closes)

Sabito. - Caesar.

- Where are the others?

- Dead.

- They should have been more careful.

They knew they were going into a setup.

How else was I supposed to find out

who was trying to kill me?

- They screwed up, that's all.

- Yeah. So, who was it?

DEA? Federales? Columbians?

- A man and three women. Americans.

- A man and three women?

Sounds like affirmative action to me.

And you know what that means?

- DEA?

- Had to have been.

They pay lip service to law and order,

but they are not better than us.

So, the big mystery's solved.

- Looks that way.

- Wait a minute, Sabito.

We still got some little mysteries to solve.

- Like what?

- Like who told the DEA I'd be at that hotel.

- Don't know.

- Hm.

Maybe you and I can figure it out together.

Now... it had to be someone close to me, right?

Someone who knew when I'd be at the hotel.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Or maybe they were just lucky.

- Yeah... luck.

Like you... kind of.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, three men die and you walk away

without a scratch?

That's lucky.

- No. - No?

Is that what you're saying?

It's not luck? - Caesar...

- Good, 'cause I don't think it was luck, either.

(gunshot) Sabito.

Take him out.

Mm.

Now I feel better. (Caesar chuckles)

(inaudible dialogue)

(inaudible dialogue)

(inaudible dialogue)

- Um, margarita, please.

- Make it two.

- Hello, Henry.

How are things at the agency?

- Oh, just fine.

How are things in your bedroom?

- No complaints.

- Now, don't be coy. That's my job.

Don't you wanna know why I'm being coy?

- No.

- It's because I know something you want to know.

- I doubt that.

- Hmm.

It's about...

Caesar.

- I'm not impressed.

Somebody probably told you I was looking,

and that's all you know.

- Oh yeah? What about this, then?

His real name is Juan Antonio Morales.

His brother's Jose Antonio.

Jive with what you know?

- Yeah... but every punk in the street knows that.

- All right.

Caesar's just a nickname, like "boss" or "king".

He picked it up in the drug trade.

Am I doing better?

- A little.

- Hm. Now, it's your turn.

What do you want with Caesar?

- Well, I need two pints of his blood

for a medical research.

- Hey, you don't wanna tell me, you don't have to.

But I'm not gonna say anything else either.

- Henry, you've been a spy so long,

you don't know the truth when it bites you.

Now, what else do you wanna tell me?

- Just stay away from him. That's all.

- He's that dangerous?

- No... we are.

- Well, what do you mean?

- When I tell you to stay away from this guy...

you've gotta trust me.

'Cause tomorrow at breakfast time...

Caesar's gonna be the toast.

- The agency's gonna kill him?

- It's a drug war.

If you're anywhere near the airstrip tomorrow,

you will be the jam on Caesar's toast.

- You've given me a lot to think about, Henry.

Now, would you mind taking your hand out of my dress?

(Henry sighs)

- Here's another airstrip.

How many does that make?

- Two, four, six.

- Couldn't you have gotten him to tell you which airstrip?

- Now, that would have taken me beyond the call.

Way beyond.

- I'm telling you, you're going about this the wrong way.

- Oh! Well, enlighten us.

- This is the register of landowners.

Juan Antonio Morales' place...

right here.

Well, how are we gonna handle this?

- You stay in the car.

We are less threatening.

- Little do they know.

- Then what?

- Simple-- we'll tell them the truth.

(Cat laughs) - Good luck with that.

- As you people say, honesty is the best poverty.

- It's "policy".

- Yes.

- Hey, I'm not threatening.

- Good morning, we're here to see Señor Morales.

It's a matter of great urgency.

- Well, so much for honesty.

What would you like to try next?

A little white lie or outright deceit?

(Nicole) - Is that Morales in the car?

- It's him.

(man) - Señor, we're being followed.

- Lose them.

(engine revving)

- See? I told you.

We should have got a V8.

- Look, this is the only airport in this direction.

- Okay.

- That's him.

- Ha!

(Caesar laughs)

Two years I haven't seen him.

(Caesar chuckles) Just before our mother died.

They wouldn't let him out for the funeral.

- Hey!

- Do it.

- He hasn't changed.

- One Morales down... one to go.

Come on.

(gunfire)

- Get him!

(Cat) - Stay tuned, the "Acapulco H.E.A.T" team

will be right back after this.

- Aah!

(Tommy) - Come on, come on, come on.

- Come on.

(gunfire continues)

- You'd rather be out there with your friends, wouldn't you?

- It's that obvious, huh?

- Well, it doesn't take a detective.

I'm very grateful for their concern for me.

- I don't think it was just you they were concerned about.

(tires spinning)

- Let's go.

- Perfect.

Bitch!

Span out, I want 'em!

Jake, Harry, go that way!

(Cat) - How's he doing?

- Not too good. How much farther?

- Miles.

Hey, figured you'd talk to your pal Henry,

kind of explain things?

- Oh, he's out of control. I mean, the whole operation is.

They all think they're John Wayne.

- Yes, and we are the Indians.

(Tommy chuckles)

(Cat) - Hey, did you hear that?

I think they're gaining on us.

Tommy, take him for a sec. Come on.

- Look, blood.

They'll be around here somewhere.

- Okay, guys, I'm gonna look

and see if I can't find any more of these friendlies.

- I know who you are now.

- You do? - You're angels!

- Look, if we don't keep moving, we're gonna end up being one.

- Follow the river.

I'll catch up with you guys on the flipside.

(Caesar grunting)

(leaves rustling)

(gunfire, men shouting)

(men continue shouting)

- Can you get us to a hospital? We've got a sick man.

- Sure, get in the back.

(Caesar) - Not that sick!

- Believe it. It's my gun.

- I don't feel comfortable in hospitals.

People die there.

Now, throw you guns away.

- Listen, there's something we need to talk to you about--

- There's something I have to talk to you about.

Now, throw them away and get in.

Now!

Uh-huh.

(Tommy) - Hey, just relax, pops.

Keep your hands where we can see 'em

and your eyes forward and you'll be okay.

- Vamanos! - Si, señor.

(Caesar) - All right.

So, you are not DEA.

'Cause if you were, I'd be dead.

And for the same reason, you can't be CIA either.

So, who the hell are you?

- Well, it's a long, long story.

- And they trust me with some kinds of assignments,

but not others.

- Well, I'm sure they have their reasons.

- No, they're underestimating me, that's all.

I've had the best teachers in the world-- them.

- Go ahead. Have some.

It's my way of apologizing.

All along, you were doing God's work.

- Sometimes it happens that way.

- Yes, but imagine me doing God's work too.

Me, a worthless street kid from Tijuana.

That's why I got all this, you know?

Trying to prove I meant something.

But now, I find out that I was special

from the day I was born,

and it was right here in my veins!

That nun who you told me about,

the one who hired you, have her come over now.

- You've lost a lot of blood, you know.

- Maybe you should wait a while.

- Ladies, as you've seen, I have many enemies.

If the sister waits a day or two,

who knows what'll happen.

Call... and tell her to come by herself.

I don't like strangers.

(phone beeps)

- So, Caesar, now that you're doing God's work,

how do you feel about your other work?

- You're saying I should leave it?

- It's up to you. - No, it's not.

A lot of people hate me, and if I gave this up,

I'd be too easy a target for them.

Besides, what else am I free to do?

- She'll be here in an hour.

- Good. Lock 'em up.

- Hey, what are you doing? Are you crazy?

- Maybe... but I'm not a fool like you.

I'm gonna meet this nun of yours on my terms

and find out what she really wants from me.

- I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.

You and your friends have done so much.

- I don't think we're done yet, Sister.

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

- You better mention this at your next confession.

- This is what we get for helping people.

- Yep. No good deed goes...

(both) - Unpunished.

- I know. I was going to say that.

I was!

- Welcome, Sisters.

But you were supposed to come alone.

- I-- I can't drive.

May I please take your blood now?

- Don't be in such a hurry.

Why don't you show me what's in the case?

Seems authentic enough.

- It is authentic.

- Needles.

- Can she start now?

- If you put a tiny drop of some chemical on them,

or just a little virus, boom!

I'm dead.

- You may sterilize the instruments yourself

if you like.

- Then there is this two-pint thing.

What if you take more?

All I've got's eight. Isn't that right?

- Yes... the average is eight.

But you don't need all that.

- The way people have been trying to kill me lately,

I need all I have.

- Please, believe me, we are not trying to kill you.

But if it would make you feel more secure,

why don't you have your own doctor draw the blood?

Someone you trust.

- Haven't you been listening?

There's nobody I trust!

Nobody!

All of you, out of here!

Not you, Sisters.

You know... I didn't believe you at first.

Everyone lies to me.

But this is too crazy not to be true.

- It is true.

- No! - But...

- No, I'm not gonna do it.

- It's so little we're asking.

- It's still more than anyone's ever done for me.

Maybe if there was some money in it, huh?

- You aren't even human.

- You want me to show me how human I am?

(explosion) Aah!

(gunfire)

Columbianos. This is their style.

- What do they want? - Everything I have.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

That's how I got my start.

(gunfire continues)

- Do you think it's the cavalry?

- Wouldn't bet on it.

(Caesar) - In the old day, Sisters,

castles had little inner stronghold.

A fortress inside a fortress.

This is mine.

Bulletproof, fireproof.

Got its own air, water, food too.

And best of all... there is TV.

(gunfire continues)

(man) - Check all the rooms!

- Kick it in!

(gunfire continues)

- Well... we better get to 'em before they do.

- Aah!

- Shoot all you want, idiots!

Your friend saved us! Huh!

You know, I could hold out in here for days.

But all you want is a little bit of my blood, right?

- Right.

- Still, I think I should get something out of this... Sister.

- Don't you have any decency in you?

- Ooh!

Whatever there is, it's in my blood.

Come on, Sister.

For the children.

It's not that much I'm asking for.

- Oh.

God, forgive me.

- Wait till after we take his blood,

and make it a package deal.

- It'll take a lot of control to stop at two pints.

- We couldn't ask for that much forgiveness, could we?

We did it.

- What, you found religion?

- We got enough. - Enough what?

- Blood. We have the two pints

and it's more than enough.

- What about Caesar?

- He's resting. He'll be all right.

- What do we do about him? - Leave him here.

Cat can call her friend Henry and he can do a clean up.

(Cat scoffs) - That's cold.

I like it.

- We should all pray for Caesar.

- He's gonna need a lot more than that.

(Nicole) - Don't go away.

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

- Ahh.

- Hey, Joanna, you feeling any better?

- A little guilty. - You shouldn't.

Caesar disappeared, didn't he, haste-style,

not from giving blood.

- And think of all the good that came out of it.

- Yeah, and all the people you've influenced.

- I know, I know.

But back in Iowa, we do things simpler.

- You stole blood in Iowa?

- Oh, yeah! - All the time?

- Well, not always, um... just sometimes at midnight

and when there was a full moon.

- People blood?

What is she talking about?

I lost something in the translation.

- She's saying she's a vampire.

- It's true.

- I believe her. She wouldn't lie.

(Tommy) - Okay, Joanna.

Make like a bat and fly.

(peeping)

(both laughing)

Ow!

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