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

- There's a river juice.

- What'cha been snooping around here for.

- Steroids.

- I don't care what you did to Reinoso.

(gun clicks)

- I fight dirty

- Blood will have to flow

before I consider running.

- What? He's dead. What can he say?

(all coughing)

- Trying to get my genetics a boost,

same as you, juice head.

- You want to get bigger, don't you?

♪ Oh, can you feel it? ♪

♪ Burning inside ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Sweat slipping 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 ♪

♪

(cheers and applause)

- Why's Tommy doing this?

- To raise money for the anti-drug charity.

Okay, get him, Tommy.

Come on, Tommy, go!

Come on, let's go!

(cheers and applause)

(cheering stops)

(camera shutter clicking)

- I, uh-- I knew him from the gym.

I mean, he wasn't like a friend,

but, uh, seemed like a good guy.

Did, uh-- did he have a wife or kids?

Man, he sure-- he sure worked hard.

I mean, he's in the gym almost every--

- Tommy, everybody knows you didn't mean to actually--

- Nobody knows unless they been in one of these, you know?

I mean, you do want to kill the other guy.

Or you think you do.

- Hey, Tommy!

Yeah.

Guess now is a bad time, huh?

- The worst.

- Well, I got something that'll cheer you up.

$800.

All right, so it's not that much.

But there's plenty more on the way.

- What are you talking about?

- Hey, you got a rep now.

Your next fight ain't gonna be on some beach.

It'll be right in whole arena.

And just look at who I have to face you.

Bolden!

- I ain't afraid of your rep.

I don't care what you did to Reinoso.

- Ain't afraid, huh?

Well, you know what? Maybe you should be.

'Cause the same thing that happened to him

just might happen to you.

Only difference is it won't be me doing it.

I'm through with this, man.

(Bolden) - Ha! And then ran from me just like that.

Couldn't believe it.

Must've been them three women he was with.

Got himself a case of estrogen poisoning.

- That's funny.

But aren't you forgetting about something?

- What?

- Reinoso.

- He's dead. What can he say?

- It's not his mouth that I'm concerned about.

(man) - I've never seen so little subcutaneous fat.

Well, what do you know?

Looks like the beauty is only skin deep.

His coronary arteries is completely blocked.

Given his age, something doesn't make sense here.

We're gonna have to run some tests...

I'm drawing blood for testing now.

I have suspicions about this fellow that I hope are wrong.

But I have a feeling I already know the result.

(Joanna) - We got to do something.

(Cat) - Sorry, but resurrections

are a little out of my league.

- Joanna, these things happen.

Now, Tommy's gonna have to live with it.

- But I don't think he can live with it.

Didn't you see the look in his eyes?

- Yes, I saw it.

But I've known him longer than you.

And if anyone can deal with it, it's Tommy.

- What if Reinoso was murdered?

- Okay, that's it. - No, listen!

Maybe-- maybe somebody was betting on the match and--

- And they poisoned Reinoso so they could win the bet.

- Yes, exactly.

- Why would they go to the trouble of killing him

when all they had to do was pay him to take a dive?

- All right, then what if--

what if Reinoso was having an affair with a married woman

and then her husband just comes in--

- Joanna, enough.

- Where we going?

- We're gonna take care of all these speculations

once and for all.

(Joanna) - I still say this whole sport

is "no sport", it's crazy.

- It's Tommy's choice, not yours.

- I mean, look at this ape.

He doesn't even feel Tommy's punches.

- And he's bigger than Tommy,

a lot bigger.

- Well, I've been there when Tommy's hit someone,

and believe me, bigger or not, they feel it.

(Joanna) - Oh, I hate seeing Tommy get hurt.

(Nicole) - He got up.

He never learned to stay down.

- Oh! Tommy got him back that time.

- Yeah, he caught Reinoso off balance.

But this guy still doesn't seem to be feeling anything.

- Reinoso still has strength and a good reaction time,

I doubt if he was drugged.

- Well, there are drugs and there are drugs.

I mean, you don't have to be staggering around,

reciting poetry to be stoned.

(Joanna) - Look at Reinoso, he's like an animal.

- I've been to these matches before.

I mean, the guys that fight are athletes.

They exhibit good sportsmanship.

But this is different.

I mean, this has an edge.

This is more like a ceremony to an execution

than a fair fight.

- You think Tommy really meant to kill him?

- Oh, absolutely not.

I'm saying the opposite.

I think Reinoso was there to kill Tommy.

(Nicole) - Why? They hardly knew each other.

- I know, but there's got to be more to it

than a hit to a head killing someone.

- No, there doesn't.

I had an uncle who got hit in the head

and was almost dead for a week.

- What do you mean "almost dead"?

- You know, unconscious. In a coma.

- But he woke up, right? - Kind of.

- Kind of, like he was never the same?

He was affected, a little slow witted?

- No, actually he became a lot smarter, quicker.

- Is that one of your family stories?

- No, it's true.

When he snapped out of the fog,

he can sign his name with either hand

and play the harmonica.

- You're doing it again, Joanna.

- I'm not lying.

He even stopped chewing tobacco and spitting into a foam cup.

- You don't have to describe it exactly.

- Well, you know how it would've been

with the tobacco juice and the harmonica

at the same time.

- Joanna, enough please.

- I just want to help.

- You know, you did.

You've convinced me that there's only one place to go

where we can get some answers that count.

- Where's that?

Do we have to go in?

- You're dead right we do.

- I know you don't want to think that Tommy killed that man,

but it doesn't do any good to avoid the truth.

Let's go.

- Are these all coroners?

Which one?

Do you smell something?

- Barbecue?

- No, I mean like smoke.

- Don't!

(both grunt)

(all coughing)

- Help! - Someone press the door.

- Get us out of here! Open it!

(coughing)

(fire alarm wails)

(woman) - Help!

(coughing)

- Now, do you believe me?

Somebody's trying to hide something.

- All right, I agree.

- I wonder if our hero knows anything about this.

- I want to find out who he is.

I didn't have a chance to thank you.

- Sure, glad I helped. - I'm Nicole Bernard.

- Pleased to meet you.

- And you are? - A friend.

- That old Gaelic charm. Irresistible.

- D.E.A?

- Drug Enforcement Agency.

These days we're like the little boy that cried wolf.

You know, in the '60s we told everybody that a few puffs

of marijuana would lead straight to the needle.

Now, no one believes us when we say that steroids can kill.

- So you're saying that this Reinoso OD'd.

- More of a long-term thing.

Anabolics can cause a build up of plaque in the arteries.

No blood to the heart, you can have a heart attack.

- And that's what happened to Reinoso?

- Well, it's a best guess

based on what the coroner saw before the fire.

- But there is no proof. - No, there isn't.

I sure like to meet with that big guy you said you ran into.

- So would we.

- Looks like we're at a dead end.

- I'm just getting started.

We need to find a lead as to the source of the juice.

- Tommy! - Not now.

- It's important.

We want you to meet someone

who may know something about Reinoso.

- Look, I told you-- - He's with the D.E.A.

- Keith McHenry, International Office.

- What are you doing down here?

- My job.

There's a river of juice flowing north from here

and I want the source.

- Steroids.

You're saying that's what killed Reinoso?

- Educated guess.

Whenever somebody young and muscular dies suddenly,

we get suspicious.

I was hoping the coroner would confirm, but...

- Don't you get it, Tommy?

You didn't kill Reinoso.

- Yeah, well, then why don't I feel any better?

- Hey, Tommy.

Sometimes it's not about you, it's about other people.

People you may never even meet.

You know, like kids who start shooting up juice

because they're afraid they won't make

their high school football team.

- I don't need the lecture, okay?

I know all the horror stories.

That's why I never took the juice.

- Well, that's good for you, but what about all the others?

If you want to feel better, you help me.

Well, help them.

♪

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It's called climbing the ladder.

You start with the small fish

and hope they lead you to the big ones.

(phone rings)

- Cat?

Sure, go to dinner.

It's not much going on here either.

Goodbye.

- So what about you?

You hungry?

- Psh, always.

Uh, but what if Tommy and Nicole need me?

- We'll be right here.

- Dessert too?

(man) - What's taking so long?

(woman) - I ran out of oil.

- There's more in the cabinet.

- Well, what do you think?

- Hey, what happened to your quads?

You know I like big legs.

- You know, I spent half my life on the squat machine.

- Come here, baby.

Look, you can exercise all you want.

But you're not gonna get where you have to be

unless you take that extra step.

- I know, but I don't have the money.

Maybe you could--

- Look, baby... I mean, I think you're great.

But I'm in a business, not a charity.

- Come on, I'm always looking out for you.

And you know I keep my mouth shut.

- Well, that you do. - But I keep my eyes open.

And I see things.

- What things? - Like this guy at the gym.

He's telling everybody he wants to buy juice.

- So you want to middle it, right?

- No. There's something wrong.

He just doesn't look like the type.

- Intuition.

- Hmm. - Ah.

Bring me that.

Well, I guess, you earned it.

(chuckling)

♪

- And after I left the army

I drifted a little: Asia, Europe.

Then I applied to the D.E.A.

What about you?

How did you get here? - Hmm?

Long story.

- I got time.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Hi, Tommy.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

- Is everything okay? - Oh, he's fine.

I kinda wish I was out there with him though.

- Don't want to offend him.

- Oh, no. I mean... I never get to do

the really exciting things.

- It's a matter of experience.

The others have a lot more of it than you do, don't they?

- Yeah, but--

- There's another reason why you're here.

- What's that?

- I requested it.

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me.

Hello. Nicole?

How's everything going?

Yeah, sure.

(grunts)

- Come on, one more.

One more.

Hit the wall, huh?

- Yeah. Loud crash.

- 10, 12 egg whites a day, protein powders,

maybe some amino acids, am I right?

- Yeah, close enough.

- You might as well be eating nachos.

- Well, what do I do?

- You want to get bigger, don't you?

- Who doesn't?

- Then step right this way.

- Hola. - Hola.

- Nice babe. - Shut up, I love her.

(chuckling)

Manufactured this stuff yourself?

- Nah, I'm just a little cog in a big machine.

- Yeah, how big? - Bigger than both of us.

- Well, well, look who we've got.

What'cha been snooping around here for,

hmm, killer?

- Just trying to get my genetics a boost,

same as you, juice head.

- Uh-huh.

So you've been talking to too many people,

asking too many questions.

You've been working for the cops.

Or maybe another dealer.

- Or maybe the same as yours.

What, uh, did you say his name was again?

- Oh, funny.

- Well then, make me serious.

Come on, I thought you said that you weren't afraid of me.

- Cruz!

Ferrero! Sanchez!

- I see your brought your pets with you.

But there is something I want to warn you about.

- What's that? - Well, I fight dirty.

(all shouting)

(grunting sounds)

(woman shouting)

(grunts)

- No! No!

(announcer) Stay tuned,

the H.E.A.T. team will be right back.

- You can't keep me here.

(Nicole) - You want to call the cops?

Here, be my guest.

- We don't need to bring them into this.

- You feel like leaving?

All you have to do is tell us where Bolden is.

- I don't know, he moves around a lot.

- Is he the one that hired you?

- It wasn't. Somebody else?

Somebody higher up?

- Who?

Who was it? - Get this bimbo out of my face.

- Bimbo?! I ought...

- Please, please.

I know who can handle this.

(footsteps approach)

- The guy you want has a place just south of here.

- So what should we do?

- You sound like you're afraid.

- I'm not afraid.

It's just that-- - Hey.

Let me tell you something, my friend.

I'm a fighter... just like you.

And blood will have to flow before I consider running.

- Couldn't get any backup, so it's just gonna be us.

Any questions?

- I've got a question.

What do I do?

- Joanna, this could be dangerous.

- And we've had--

- Experience, this is all I ever hear.

But how do I ever get any?

- Don't blame your friends, blame me.

- This was your idea.

Oh, well, now I know what you think I'm good for.

- Joanna, it's not like that.

I don't want to lose anybody else.

- What are you talking about?

I lost somebody once. Somebody really special.

I don't want to go into now, but if you want to quit

then go ahead.

If you never want to speak to me again,

then I can handle that.

But what I couldn't handle is if something happened to you.

- All right.

I say we go through with it as planned.

- Preparative, yes?

- A few thousand dollars worth, tops.

- What is it? - Sesame seed oil.

They use it as a base for the steroids

disguised as a substance for food.

(gun clicks)

(whispers) - Excuse me.

(man cries out)

(machinegun fire)

(machinegun fire)

Coming from up there.

I'll keep him busy.

(gunshots)

(screams)

- The cops didn't take Fernandez.

It's got to be him and one them cronies.

- Too bad, he was a good employee, huh?

- Maybe we should've warned him.

- Well, he wasn't that good.

- Mr. Villalobos, remember when you said

that blood would have to start flowing

before we consider running?

- Yes, I remember. - Well...

there is your blood.

(Joanna) - He was only a subcontractor?

We're back at square one then.

Are you sure you're okay?

All right, I'll see you later then.

Can I help you?

- Mind if I try these on?

- Right over there.

Thank you, come again.

How's the fit?

- It's just an inch or two off.

- Well, if you buy it now,

it'll be incentive to lose some weight.

- Who said anything about losing weight?

We're on a climb.

- Ow!

(announcer) - The H.E.A.T. team will be back in a moment.

- Joanna? Joanna!

- I'll call Tommy.

What is it?

- "If you want your friend back,

don't do anything for the next 48 hours."

(phone beeps)

- Nothing. Not even lent.

- Do you have a portable low-frequency scanner?

- Why?

- I fitted a transmitter to Joanna last night in her shoe.

Now do you have one?

- Yeah, right here.

- Well, this, uh-- well, it's all working out

pretty good for you, isn't it? - What do you mean?

- I mean, you're gonna get your bust after all.

I mean, sure Joanna's life at stake,

but what's that compared to the promotion you--

- Listen, I don't like--

- Hey, listen to me! You set this whole thing up.

The tracer, leaving her alone.

You wanted this to happen.

- We can settle this with later.

- If there's anything left, I want it.

Let's go get Joanna.

(muffled straining)

- Did it hurt?

Pain's important, without it there wouldn't be any pleasure.

(Nicole) - Can you go a little faster?

(Tommy) - Is that thing working?

(Cat) - I'm trying.

(Keith) - Hey, I know this area.

How far do we got to go?

(Nicole) - I don't know yet.

Hey, don't touch that.

(Keith) - Too many places around.

(Tommy) - Are we getting near?

(Nicole) - Yeah, I think so.

(beeping)

(Tommy) - It's got to be right up around here somewhere.

(Keith) - Some activity coming from over there.

(Cat) - Are you sure?

- It looks like they're packing up.

- Get the right place this time? - Yeah.

No, can't you smell it?

- Alcohol.

- They use it to sterilize the bottles.

There's too much of it in the air.

A blast might set it off.

- We can't use these.

Just throw the pebble.

(rock clatters)

- Remember, Joanna comes first. - Yeah, sure.

- You still want to fight dirty?

(horn honking)

(grunts)

(shouts)

(women shouting)

- Go!

(screams)

(both cry out)

(Joanna laughs)

- What-- what did you do that for?

- He was trying to kill you.

- Yeah, but-- Pfft.

Now I'll never know if I could've taken him.

- Well, at least you know how much we'd hate to lose you.

- Well, that I already knew.

- Don't.

It's evidence.

- You got plenty of it here.

More than you need for a dozen trials.

- Just orders.

- Whose orders exactly?

- You know, Uncle Sam.

- Your Uncle Sam needs evidence against a dead man?

When you showed up at the coroner's office

it was like a godsend.

You could prove that Tommy did not kill that man in the ring.

- But we let gratitude stop us

from doing we should've done right from the start.

Calling to have you checked out.

- What are you two saying?

(Tommy) - He's not D.E.A.

And there's no way we're gonna let him take this stuff.

- What are you talking about?

Of course, he's D.E.A.

I'll call right now. - I wouldn't do that.

(Cat) - He's probably a dealer himself.

- Keith?

- Step out, shall we?

(Joanna sniffles)

- All that stuff about... the people we didn't know

who were suffering

and that someone special that died?

- Beware the self-righteous.

- No, I have a better idea.

- Go! Go! Go! Get out, go!

(chuckling)

Well, I hope you like your juice warm.

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

♪

- And I really thought he cared about me.

Sometimes I think they're all pigs.

- Ha! Only most of them.

But it's the ones that try to hide it

that you got to worry about the most.

- Amen to that.

- Oh, I'm sorry you had bad luck, Joanna.

But not everyone else has, look.

♪