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

(man grunting)

- Hey, anyone home?

- Stop him! He's a thief!

(cork pops)

(man) - Voilà.

(gunfire)

- One sound and you're dead.

- ♪ Oh can you feel it? ♪

♪ Burn inside ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪

♪ Sweat ♪

♪ Dripping down my spine ♪

♪ Making it hazy ♪

♪ Wet ♪

♪ Fingers touching mine ♪

♪ Making me crazy ♪

♪ I'm 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 ♪

♪ I'm 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 ♪

(man groans)

(man mutters)

♪

(chatter)

(volleyball thumping)

(grunting)

- You're wasting your time, my wallet is in the hotel safe.

- We don't want your wallet. - Then what do you want?

- Turn around.

- What's the matter, don't you have the guts to face me?

- Just do it, ace.

(grunts, body thuds)

(bag zipping)

Wait, we are not petty thieves.

(chatter)

- A million dollars. Wow!

That means the winner get's about 200,000, maybe more.

- Not bad for a few hours work.

- Don't forget about all the years of blood,

sweat and practice the pros go through

to get to that level.

- It's called paying your dues.

- Still a lot of money for hitting a ball back and forth.

- Just think, Tommy, if you had taken up tennis

instead of martial arts that 200,000 could be yours.

- Thank you for sharing that with me.

- Hey, anyone home?

I'm looking for the Acapulco H.E.A.T. guys.

- Well, you found them. What can we do for you?

- I want you to find something for me.

That is what you do isn't it?

Find stolen stuff.

- Among other things.

What was stolen? - What's it look like?

My leg, of course.

- Are you serious? - What do you think?

Think I enjoy hobbling around on crutches?

- There's no need to be rude.

- We appreciate your problem, Mr...

- Sims. Tully Sims.

(groans)

If I was rude, I'm sorry. It's been a rough day.

First some jerk rips off my leg.

Then the bozos running the tennis tournament

won't move my opening round match back.

- You're playing in the tournament?

- Senior amateur, sure. Why not?

You think 'cause I only have one leg I should quit having fun?

Maybe crawl into a hole and...

Here I go again.

Mouthing off.

- That's all right, Mr. Sims. I understand.

My Grampa Jim, he lost a leg and he wouldn't quit either.

- Can't you get another one?

- Not in time for the tournament, no.

- Do you have any idea who stole it? - Two guys in ski masks.

They jumped me while I was walking back from the beach.

Thought they were after my money but... whacko!

One of 'em nailed me from behind.

When I woke up I was Peg Leg Pete,

(Joanna) - How awful!

How could anyone be so mean?

- Beats me.

I don't know how I'm going to face my sponsor.

He's already bent over backwards to help me.

Now it looks like all his money and time

is going down the tubes.

- I'm sure he'll understand.

- You don't know Elliot Roth,

he's not exactly the understanding type.

- The Elliot Roth? The Elliot Roth, the artist and sculptor?

- The same. That's why you gotta help me.

I don't get my leg back,

Elliot's likely to take a chainsaw to the other one.

I'm willing to pay you. I've got a thousand bucks in the bank and--

- Excuse us for a minute, okay?

Let's help him.

- Joanna, we cannot help everyon--

- No, please, let me finish.

I know this sounds crazy,

but this is my chance to payback Grampa Jim.

- Grampa Jim?

- My mom's dad.

He helped raise me and my brother

when my dad was in Vietnam.

He was the sweetest, kindest person who ever lived.

- Joanna, what does this have to do with finding this man's leg?

- Everything. Grampa Jim helped me,

now I have to help Mr. Sims.

That's the way it works. Kindness, I mean.

Someone helps you,

then you help someone else, then they help--

- Okay, you win. We'll help him.

I mean how hard can it be

to find a wooden leg in a town

were everyone wears shorts and bikinis?

- Well, whoever attacked Tully must have know his habits

otherwise they wouldn't have been lying in wait for him.

- I'm more interested in why they wanted his leg.

I mean, artificial legs

aren't like baseball caps, one size fits all.

- Speak for yourself, I can never find a cap small enough.

- Really? Even the one's with the adjustable strap in back?

- No, they just blow off and-- - (Tommy) Okay.

Okay. Enough about the caps already.

We got a leg to find here.

- Well, does that put us a leg up or a leg down?

- What? - Oh, definitely a leg up.

You know, like a glass half full.

- Ha-ha-ha. That's very funny, that's very funny, yeah.

Now can we get serious a minute?

- What is your problem today?

Why are you so serious?

I mean you... You gotta lighten up.

Have a few laughs, you know?

It's like Shakespeare once said,

"A leg, a leg, my kingdom for a leg."

- Hey, wait a minute, isn't it a horse?

- Uh, no. I think it was King Richard III, actually.

- Surrounded by Gracie Allens. Hey, anything?

- Jorge said when he was cleaning the tennis courts

this morning he saw two men,

one was very tall and he was carrying a big black bag.

- Did he see their faces? - No, they were turned away from him.

- Okay, okay, let's check that beach bar and see if that

bartender can put a face to any of those guys.

- God, it must be awful.

- What? - Losing your leg.

Or any part of your body.

What would you want to lose?

If you had to lose something I mean.

- Oh, five pounds.

♪

- Now, tell me, what do you think?

- It's different, Mr. Roth.

But interesting, very interesting.

- Hm, really? - Yeah.

- It's a piece of crap and you know it.

Would you like to see me turn it into a $100,000 worth of art?

Voilà.

(saw whirring)

(grunts)

What price genius, huh?

(chatter)

- Hi, can I talk to you? - Yeah, sure. What about?

- I'm Paula Forrest.

This is my photographer, Ed Rhodes.

We're with "Sports World" Magazine.

Tully Sims says you guys are helping him

recover his stolen leg.

- Yeah, we're trying.

- Do you have any information that might help us?

- No. But, well, we're here to cover the tennis tournament

and one-legged player's news enough,

but when he gets his leg ripped off

that's a major human interest story.

- Oh, I'm sorry but anything we turn up is strictly private.

- Doctor-patient confidentiality.

I understand.

- Well, yeah unless you can get Mr Sims to waive

the privilege in which case we'd be glad to share

whatever information we have with you.

- Thanks, I'll see what I can do.

- All right.

- Bye, guys.

(mocking) - Oh, I'd be glad to share any information I have with you.

(mocking) - I'd be glad to share any information I have with you too.

How about you join us? - Of course, mi casa...

(all) - Es su casa.

(laughter)

- Yeah, have your fun.

- Hey, voilà.

(satisfied sigh)

Which one do you prefer?

- I, uh...

Mr. Roth, can we talk about my leg?

- What did you find it?

- No, but I hired someone to look for it.

Acapulco H.E.A.T. You heard of them?

- Vaguely. I know you're bummed out about the leg

but to hire a bunch of misfits to go hunt it down,

I mean, that's really way out there, sport.

That's really way out there.

- Well, how else am I going to find it, Mr. Roth?

And I got to find it.

Else all that money you spent on me is down the toilet.

- You're all about the money. I did it for you, sport.

So you could enter the tournament and have a chance to win.

- But that's just it, I mean, how can I win

if I don't get my leg back?

- Oh, don't worry. It's gonna show up somewhere

along the line. It's not good to anybody else.

Look, I've got to get these framed for my agent.

If anything happens you give me a buzz, all right?

You keep me posted, all right?

- All right. - All right.

- So, as far as you know, none of the pros

hold a grudge against Mr. Sims? - No.

- Hey, Tommy. - Thanks.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Any news?

- Not yet, how 'bout you?

- Well, nothing that's going to win me a Pulitzer.

According to everyone we've talked to, Tully Sims

ranks right up there with the Fairy Godmother.

I think walking on water is imminent.

- We've been getting the same feedback.

Everyone thinks what happened is a crying shame.

They'd like to lynch whoever ran off with his leg.

- That's not what I'm hearing from L.A. - Really?

- I was talking to some of the players

who were at the Malibu pro-am. They say Tully's a lush.

- You're kidding? - No, my editor's heard the same thing.

I guess that Tully's fine for awhile

and then he just goes out on a binge.

Shall we sit down? - Yeah.

- You know, that's probably where he is now.

- That's funny, I never read him for a drunk.

- Me either. I realized he had a short fuse,

but, hey, so does Nicole.

No one ever stole one of her legs.

- Your partner has an artificial leg?

- She doesn't, it's just an inside joke.

- Oh. - Courtesy of Gracie Allen.

- Don't forget Richard III.

- Yeah, look, I got a theory about Tully's leg.

Now what if the person that stole it

wasn't trying to get back at him?

- Who then? - His sponsor Elliot Roth.

I mean, I hear that guy makes enemies

faster than McDonalds makes French Fries.

- You know Mr. Roth?

- No, not personally.

He's a brilliant artist though. - I agree.

Especially his sculptures.

- Is he interested in sports?

- I wouldn't know.

I wouldn't think so, the guy's not exactly a jock.

- Well, still worth looking into.

- Let us know if you come up with anything, okay?

- Okay. - Bye.

- See ya.

- What the heck are you doing?

(English accent) - King Richard III.

- What?

- Read up on your Shakespeare.

The guy, he had a hump on his back.

- Tommy, I don't believe it. You actually made a funny.

I'm proud of you.

- Yeah, yeah.

(Joanna laughing)

(typing)

(beeping)

- Hey, what's up?

- Tommy wants me to run a profile check on Elliot Roth.

- Are you looking for anything special?

- Yes...

something that will tell us why a man who's not interested

in sports would sponsor a one-legged tennis player.

(beeping)

But look at this Roth masterpiece, sold for 83,000.

Looks like a man kissing a blue rock.

(typing)

Heh, "Octopus Caught in a Whirlpool",

pft, sold for 100,000.

(typing)

That was without the frame.

(beeps)

Oh, I know the name for this one...

"Sick on the Sidewalk."

(Joanna laughing)

♪

- Hi, honeys, I'm home.

(Cat) - Where have you been?

- At the beach with Paula. - Uh-huh.

- No, no, no. Don't give me no "uh-huhs."

All right, this was strictly business.

Ed Rhodes was taking photos of--

Stop it. (Cat laughing)

Was taking photos of Tully

for Paula's article in "Sports World"

so, you know, the readers can see how well he's holding up.

Crusty old devil.

- What's the matter, he give you some static?

- Yeah, he said he'd hold up a lot better

if we found his damn leg.

Course he didn't actually use the word damn.

- I hope you told him we're doing all we can.

- Of course I did. I told him we put the word out all over town.

I said we checked with the cops, the doctors,

the hospitals, the whole enchilada.

But he's still not satisfied.

(beeping)

- Hey, guys! I've come up with something.

(Nicole) - What?

- I'm working on Roth's profile,

the guy's got a record.

(beeping)

- Ooh, art theft, burglary.

Five years for forging old masterpieces.

- That's quite a crime sheet for an artist whose work

now sells for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

- But no help to us.

I mean, forgery has nothing to do with stealing a fake leg.

- Especially when Roth's sponsoring the guy

who's wearing it.

(beeping)

My Uncle Jo-Jo was just like him.

Drank until he didn't feel it no more

and then he had to gamble to get high.

(Tommy) - Lucky he didn't hear about drugs.

(Joanna) - Heh, his paintings look like he did.

(Cat laughs)

(Cat) - Yeah, some people think that drugs induce,

free their artistic skills.

I don't know.

Mostly you just get a stoned

drunk artist with a headache and a habit

(Joanna) - Heh, that's very profound, Cat.

Look, that's Tully.

(Nicole) - So, that's the connection between Tully and Roth.

- Hm.

86.6 Proof alcohol is what it is.

Tully went AA and dried out.

Now, he wants to sober up the rest of the world.

- Well, not exactly a slam dunk.

But... - What?

- Nah, too much of a stretch. - Oh, tell us anyway.

We're used to your...

stretches.

- Well, I was thinking...

what if it wasn't the leg he was after.

- Hm? Say it again for the cheap seats.

- What if Roth was after something inside the leg?

You know, like a stolen painting or some kind of rare artifact.

- Talk about the granddaddy of all stretches.

- The guy's a millionaire, Tommy.

Why steal what you can buy?

- For the thrill of it.

Old habits are hard to break.

- Or... maybe Roth did buy it, but because it was stolen

he couldn't let anyone know.

Basements all over the world are full

of stolen masterpieces.

- Either way, it couldn't hurt to dig

a little deeper into Roth's past.

See if you can find a roundabout connection.

- Consider it done.

♪

(chatter)

- Oh. - Finally got rid of him, huh?

- God, talk about boring. The guy wouldn't shut up.

- Say anything more about Roth?

- No, he was too busy gabbing about himself.

- Senorita.

Señor.

- I sure would like to know what the H.E.A.T. team has found out.

- There might be a way.

- Talk to me. - According to Joanna,

she stores everything they do on her laptop.

I was thinking... - Steal it.

- What? When?

You moron, how could you let something like that happen?

Look, forget it. I don't want to hear about your excuses.

You get that plate back or you're gonna become a candidate for a headstone.

(phone slams)

Can you believe that?

Someone broke in and stole the back plate.

- You got visitors.

Acapulco H.E.A.T.

- Look, get rid of them.

No, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

They'll just come back.

You guard that with your life.

- (Tommy) Oh, hey thanks for seeing us-- - Cut the intros.

My time is too valuable for names.

Now...

(sighs)

What do you want to talk about?

- Tully Sims. Why did you sponsor him?

I mean, everybody knows you hate sports.

- I like the guy, he's got juevos.

Besides, I need a tax right off.

Guy like me needs every break he can get.

Next question.

- Do you have any idea why someone

would want to steal his leg? - No, next question.

- Do you think somebody took the leg to get back at you?

- What for? - Well, I was kind of hoping you'd tell us.

I mean you do have a criminal record.

- Get out.

- Hey, why don't-- - Go on, get out

before I have Carlos shoot every one of you for trespassing.

- Junior mints, who kicked your dog, huh?

- Go on, get out! - What?

(Cat) - Come on.

- Carlos, I want this ended. - Permanently?

- No, no, no. First try to discourage them.

And if that doesn't work...

♪

- Hi, Ed. - Joanna.

Where is everybody?

- Out trying to hunt down Tully's leg.

I'm sorry, I know it isn't funny and I shouldn't laugh.

And I'm not.

(laughing) Not really.

I mean, poor Tully.

He practiced his heart out for this and...

but it just sounds so funny.

I mean, turning the town upside down for a phony leg.

- I won't say anything if you don't.

- Deal.

Now, is there anything I can help you with?

If you want the others I can reach them... - No, no.

You're the one I wanted to talk to.

- Me? Why?

Well, I was wondering if you'd let me take some shots of you.

Nothing fancy, candid stuff.

You have such a great look,

and the magazine's always looking for fresh talent

for their swimsuit issue.

- You're kidding, right?

I mean, Cat's the one with the killer body,

you should ask her to.

Hey! No! Come back!

Stop him! He's a thief!

Hey! Stop him!

Unh. Oh, no.

(woman) - Did he take your purse or something?

- Darn! What am I gonna do now?

- Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one.

It was my fault anyways. If I hadn't gotten in your way

or was talking to you

you probably would have caught him.

- Don't be silly.

If it's anybody's fault it's mine for leaving

the computer out like that.

Besides it's not the computer so much as what's in it.

All my files...

Thank goodness I've got some of them backed up on disk.

- Why don't you let me drive you to the police station.

I doubt they can help you

but at least you should file a report.

- Thanks, it's almost closing time anyway.

(distant chatter)

He was just a kid.

Ten... maybe 12 tops.

Like I told Captain Tapia,

I didn't get more than a quick look at him

as he was running out.

- So you can not describe him?

- How can you describe a grain of sand on the beach?

- He was a boy, a street kid like a million others.

I feel so stupid.

- Joanna, quit beating yourself up.

No one is blaming you.

- I am, computers are expensive.

I should have been more careful.

- Joanna, quit worrying about it, we'll get it back.

Cat and I put the word out to our sources.

With any luck someone will track that thief down.

Cheers.

See ya. - See ya.

(vehicle door shuts, engine starts)

(Carlos) - One sound and you're dead.

- Whatever you want, take it.

- I'm no thief, lady.

I'm here to give you some advice. - Go ahead.

You have my full attention.

- If you and your partners want to stay alive

quit looking for Tully Sims leg.

- That's what this is all about?

His stolen leg?

What is it made of, solid gold?

- Never mind what it's made of. Just do like I say.

Tell your buddies to back off, or else.

(Nicole gasping)

(Cat) - "Acapulco H.E.A.T." will return in a moment.

♪

(Cat) Why didn't you call and tell us all this last night?

- I didn't want to worry you guys.

There was nothing you could have done last night.

- Except for pay Mr. Elliot Roth a little visit.

- Look, we don't know it was him.

I'm guessing like you that it was.

- Well, who else could it be?

Everything points to him.

- Yes, how can we prove it? - Sneak into his villa.

I'll bet the farm that we can find something in there

that'll tie him into all this. (phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

- Acapulco H.E.A.T., may I help you?

You do?

Oh boy, that's great, I'll tell the others.

Thanks.

(phone beeps)

That was our friend Jorge. Guess what?

His cousin Salazar knows who stole my computer.

- Sorry you had to drop out of the tournament.

But hey, look, just so the trip is not a complete loss

why don't you... Why don't you stay on for a few days?

Soak up the sun, make a vacation out of it.

You've earned it, it's on me.

- That's really great of you, Mr. Roth.

I don't know how to thank you for all you've done. - Forget it.

What good's money if you can't enjoy it, right?

- Mr. Roth, you have visitors...

From "Sports World" Magazine.

- What are you nuts? Get rid of them.

- I think you'll want to talk with them, sir.

- Tell, them I'll be down in a moment.

- Okay.

- Can you hang on a little while,

while I get rid of these jerks?

- Sure.

- Wanna make yourself a drink, go right ahead.

And if you want to take a dip there's some

spare suits in the upper bedroom.

- Okay.

- Thank you for taking the time to see us, Mr. Roth.

- Cut the crap, what's this all about?

- Oh, I think you know or you wouldn't be talking to us.

- Before you waste our time with a lot of denials.

Understand we know everything about you.

- Including your counterfeiting scheme.

- Counterfeiting? I'm a reputable artist.

I'm a painter, a sculptor.

(laughing) - Oh, give it a rest, Roth.

Like my associate just said, don't waste our time.

We didn't risk our lives to steal the plate

without first doing our homework.

Give us that much credit.

- All right, let me see that plate, maybe I'll believe you.

All right, you're for real what do you want from me?

- Your assurance that if we join forces we're your only partners.

- Impossible, I already have partners.

- We don't need those jerks in L.A.

Both plates are here and so are you.

You're the only engraver outside of prison

who can fix the flaw in the front faceplate.

And we have a international network of banks and financiers

all lined up to launder the money through.

It's a match made in heaven.

- Get rid of L.A.

That's an interesting concept.

- Does that mean you're in?

- It means I'll consider it.

Where are you staying?

- Marriott in the marina.

- I'll get back to you. - Make it quick.

(grunts)

- How the hell did my shoe get here?

What the...

- What do you think, sport?

Pretty clever.

- I don't understand. - Oh, sure you do.

I needed a safe place to get the plate into Mexico.

Hiding place the treasury boys would never think of.

- That's why you sponsored me?

- Well, it wasn't because of your backhand.

Take him down into the basement and lock him up.

- Let go of me.

I'm going to get you, Roth.

I'll get you, believe me I'll get you.

You're never gonna get away with it.

Get your hands off me.

- I already have, sport.

I already have.

(distant barking, chickens squawking)

- Felipe.

Now I think you have something of ours.

- Ed Rhodes paid Felipe

to steal my laptop? No way.

Tommy, the kid's gotta be mistaken.

- I don't think so.

Look, run a profile on Rhodes and on Paula.

Check with the magazine and see what you can come up with.

Then try and wrestle up Cat and Nicole

and tell them I'm on my way.

Uh, Joanna. - Yes.

- Try and get a hold of Tully.

'cause if Rhodes and Paula are mixed up with Roth somehow

Tully might be in danger and we ought to warn him.

- Will do.

(phone beeps)

- It doesn't make sense.

Why would Rhodes want to steal your laptop?

(Nicole) - Before we decide why, we have to figure out where he is.

(door opening)

- Hi, guys. - Hey.

- Reach Tully Sims?

- No, I left several messages at his hotel

but he never got back to me.

- He's not at the tournament either.

Nicole and I talked to several officials and players.

No one's seen him since yesterday.

- I just hope nothing's happened to him.

- Yeah, forget Tully for a minute, what about Ed Rhodes,

what did you find out? - Well, he doesn't work for

"Sports World" Magazine that's for sure.

The editor has never heard of him. - You're kidding.

- He also said that Paula Forrest wouldn't need a photographer.

She's an expert herself and always takes her own shots.

- So then Paula works for the magazine.

- Yes, and she is here on assignment.

- Well then who the hell is this Rhodes guy, huh?

What's he doing with Paula?

- A good question.

I suggest we should ask her.

- First we've got to reach her.

She hasn't been calling me back either.

- Which makes me wonder if she's the real Paula Forrest

or someone impersonating her.

- Well there's one way to find out,

have "Sports World" fax us a photo.

- I'm way ahead of you. I called the sports editor

just before Cat and Nicole got here,

he's mailing me her photo.

It would only be an image

but that will be enough to identify her.

(computer beeping)

That's probably it now.

(typing)

(beeps)

(Cat) - Well, well, well.

- What?

Well if that's the real Paula Forrest

Then who the heck is-- - (Nicole) Oh, my God.

- What?

- I know who that is. - Who?

- Remember a few days ago when the police

found an American woman murdered in the jungle?

- The one's whose hands had been cut off?

- Yes, she was on the front page of the newspaper.

That's her.

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

(Cat) - We better notify the police.

- Well, first let's find out

who this woman posing as Paula is.

- Why wait? - Well, might be another stretch.

But my guess is that she and Ed Rhodes

are somehow connected to Tully's stolen leg.

So if we bring in the cops now

we might not be able to prove it.

And we worked all week for... vfft... nothing.

(Tommy groans)

How wrong can a guy be?

- What do you mean?

(sighs)

I was this close to asking Paula out.

- Oh, no...

There goes your shot at being cover boy for "Sport World."

- Oh...

(laughter)

- Cute, right?

Now if we can be serious for like two seconds.

What is the fastest way of finding out if this Paula

was murdered by the fake Paula?

- Well, assuming she was, of course...

which I admit, is pretty likely.

- Get her fingerprints.

I'll run them through the FBI files.

Maybe she has a record. - (Cat) Or Rhodes does.

Or both.

- I got an idea that just might work.

(straw slurping)

- So, what makes you think Tully's disappeared?

- Well, we asked the hotel manager to check his room.

His stuff's still there.

- Maybe he's just taking a side trip.

You know, to Yelapa or one of the local ruins.

(distant chatter)

- Yeah, you know, you're probably right.

Why should I worry about him, right?

I mean, he hired us to find his leg, not to be his babysitter.

Mm, amigo, another round, please.

♪

- Voilà.

(squealing) - All right!

That's bound to have Rhodes' prints on it.

Now, all we need is something with Paula's prints.

I'll try the bathroom. She probably used it last when she brushed her teeth.

- Good idea.

- Bingo.

(Rhodes) - Excuse me.

- Uh, while he's in the john can I, uh...

ask you a personal question?

- The answer is no.

Ed isn't my lover.

We just happen to be friends that work together.

- How'd you know that's what I was going to say?

- I'm a woman.

And a woman knows when a man likes her,

wants her...

like I want you.

(phone ringing)

- Just-- Excuse me, just a second.

(clearing throat)

(phone beeps)

- Yep. - All set.

You can shake loose anytime you want.

- Nicole? - She's ready to tell them.

See you back at the ranch. Ciao.

(phone beeps) - Hey, that was Joanna.

I think we got a lead on Tully's leg there.

- Can't it wait?

- No, I wish it could, but, uh...

- Her real name is Verna Rita Maxwell.

She's a smalltime hustler and con-artist

who made the big leagues when she hooked up with Chuck Salls,

alias Ed Rhodes and Ted Wills,

a heavy duty ex-con who is her lover.

- Charming. - There's more.

Both are wanted by the treasury department and the FBI

for scamming the government out of tens of thousands of dollars.

- Ooh, how?

- Cashing phony social security checks

while the ink was still wet.

- Ah, bless their counterfeiting little hearts.

I've always dreamed of having a printing press.

Turning out freshly minted hundred dollar bills

whenever I needed them.

- Which is just about always.

- Before we get too carried away,

let's remember just one thing.

This fun loving Bonnie and Clyde just added a career move

to their resume.

- What's that? - Murder.

(phone beeps, ringing)

(Nicole) - Hi, it's me.

- Where are you? - Outside Rhodes villa.

Paula and Rhodes just drove in.

- All right, we're on our way.

- A drink?

Something tall, cool to celebrate?

- First, let's see if there's something to celebrate about.

- I do so admire directness.

- Then cut to the chase, what did you decide?

- L.A.'s out and you're in.

- Well, then it's show and tell time.

- Did you bring the back faceplate with you?

- It's within easy reach. What about the front plate?

- Carlos, get it.

This calls for champagne.

- That's one thing I do admire about you, Elliot.

You do have style.

(cork pops)

- Voilà.

Mm.

(keys rattling)

- Hi.

Fancy meeting you here.

- I... don't think so.

- I wonder what could be in here.

- To a profitable partnership.

- When you can print your own money it goes without saying.

- Everybody, hands where I can see them.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Five against one, lady.

- My man, Tommy.

- Hey, my partner in crime, Nicole.

- Lovely house you have here.

Too bad you won't be able to stick around and enjoy it.

- Same goes for you, Chuck.

Verna.

- Look, uh...

I don't suppose that we could interest you in a partnership.

Once we get printing there will be more than enough to...

make everyone happy.

- I think not.

- Well, at least give it a second thought.

(gasps)

(Roth grunts)

(gunfire and ricochets)

(grunts)

(vase shattering)

- Don't shoot. I give up.

(gun clatters)

- Keep 'em covered.

- Stupid moron.

If you'd have thrown in with me you would have had everything.

- Yeah? Tell him that.

- Hey, up here.

Look what I found you bozos.

- Uh, there goes the neighborhood.

Did he call us bozos?

(Cat) Acapulco H.E.A.T. will return in a moment.

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- Here's your thousand bucks.

- Well, uh, we talked it over and decided since

you found the leg before we did

that, uh... well, you know it's only money.

- Oh, no way, José.

Tully Sims don't accept charity.

- Well, how about we split it with you.

After all, you did find it first.

- Fair enough. I could use the dough to

pay for my hotel while I'm training.

- Training, for what?

- The annual Puerto Vallarta across the bay swim

two weeks from now.

- That's quite a haul, huh?

- My Grampa Zack was a good swimmer.

- I thought his name was Jim.

- That's my other grampa on my moms side.

- You have two grandfathers and each one of them lost a leg?

- Grampa Zack, lost his leg?

When?

- Say goodnight, Gracie.

- Goodnight, Gracie.

(laughter)

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