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

♪

(beep)

(grunting)

(beeping)

(both grunting)

(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 ♪

♪

- This better be good.

- It's not good, it's bad.

- Okay, then, this better be really bad.

- What had better be really bad?

- What's the matter with him?

- Oh... beer bust with his old Army buddies.

Too much beer and definitely too much sun.

- Hey, I can speak for myself.

I hate that, when another person talks about another person

in the third person.

(lowers voice) Too much sun.

(computer chirping)

- Hey, speaking of sun, why are we in here

when the sun and the water's out there?

- I was trying to use some satellite feeds

to clean out some old files.

And I seem to be getting jammed at every turn.

(computer beeps, alarm buzzing)

(Cat) What was that?

- Ah, perimeter alarm.

I'll go check it out.

(alarm continues)

(grunts)

(alarm continues)

♪

(Nicole) Meet Victor Garrison.

- Oh, is that a friend of yours?

- Actually, he works for your CIA.

- My CIA.

- Stay there.

(Cat) A lot of people work for the CIA.

And none of them know where H.E.A.T. is.

- I found Nicole.

- Lucky me.

(Cat) Who is he?

- He saved my life.

Carried me through about three miles of jungle.

Killed maybe a half dozen people.

What do you want?

- You'll find out soon enough.

(Tommy) Eh, you know what, friend?

I don't even want to know what you're up to.

I don't even know why you got a gun pointed at me.

I don't care.

- What are you saying?

- It's a death sentence.

- It was a death sentence the moment I came in the door.

I suppose you're all thinking...

though they have guns, but there are four of us.

- Well, it crossed my mind.

- It wouldn't be any fun just sitting around

giving instructions to Blondie here

with the three of you tied up.

Take the... sport out of it.

(beeping) - What's going on?

- Your little assistant here tried to send a signal for help.

You won't get one out, so don't try it again.

(slap)

- (Tommy) Bastard! (slap)

(grunting)

- Let's save the square dance for later.

I need Blondie...

to work for me now.

Load this.

- My name is Joanna.

- Press F1.

(long beep)

F2.

(beep)

F3.

(beep)

- F4?

- Good girl.

(beep)

Read it to us.

- "This is to inform you

"there is a bomb onboard intercontinental flight #401.

"The plane is not to change direction or speed.

"We know who and what is aboard.

"You have two hours to get a wire transfer prepared.

"You'll be contacted.

Black Fin."

- F5.

- Is there really a bomb on the plane?

- Count on it.

Victor doesn't believe in bluffing.

Do you, Victor?

- It serves no purpose.

Load this.

- It's a safe bet that there's an Agency person onboard.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be asking the CIA for money.

- Very good.

- We can also assume that there's something else onboard.

You did say "who and what."

- So beautiful and so intelligent.

- Mmm, damn shame.

- Hey, he speaks.

I thought he was like one of those trained pit bulls.

You know, they tear out the vocal cords

so there's no warning when they attack.

(barking) - You really think comparing me

to a pit bull is gonna piss me off?

Make me do something stupid?

(Tommy grunts)

(Joanna) There's why you picked us.

H.E.A.T., NORAD in Colorado,

and the Pentagon war room are the only computers

that can link up with C-Star.

- Well, I guess we seem more venerable

than NORAD and the Pentagon.

(Victor) Tell her.

- Once in the training exercise,

a team led by Victor got deep into NORAD.

- There was a cash bonus.

Much more rewarding than some adolescent enthusiasm.

- What now?

Space shuttle?

- We need to access the intercontinental computer.

Here are your keystrokes.

- I think you two should sit over there with... lover boy.

- Is calling me "lover boy" supposed to piss me off

or make me do something stupid?

- That's good. I like that.

Now sit your pretty butts down over there.

- Don't you do anything stupid.

There are no second chances today.

- How are you doing?

- I've been better. (chuckles)

- How about some coffee?

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

- May I have some coffee?

- So you can take the capsule that's hidden in your bra

and poison us?

Come over here.

- What?

You want to check my bra?

Are you searching or trying to make up

for a less than rewarding sex life?

- What do you think?

- I think...

next chance we get, we go for it.

(grunts)

Thank you.

Tell ya... (chuckles)

if I could remember what it was I was drinking,

I'd make sure never to drink that again.

- Everything has its price.

- Yeah.

- Now that you have examined these,

do you want some coffee, too?

- If you'll be the royal taster.

(Tommy groans)

(Cat groans)

- Let me try to make this very clear.

What you're looking at

is the passenger list of flight 401.

All 283 passengers and crew.

The numbers are the ages of the children.

If I'm not around to disarm the bomb,

they all die.

So, if you feel again like jumping up and taking charge,

take a look at the list.

- Study it.

Memorize it.

Print out copies for everyone.

Bobby, get the rest of the gear.

(Cat) This isn't looking good.

We kill him and all the people on the plane die and...

- If we don't kill him, we die.

- Hey, maybe the government pays the ransom.

- We got three seconds after he disarms the bomb

to fight for our lives.

- There is no guarantee he will disarm the bomb.

- No kidding.

- Women and children never stood in Victor's way

when it came to completing a mission.

(beeping)

(Victor chuckling)

Send them a one-word answer.

"So?"

- Aren't you afraid of what they might do to her?

- I don't care what they do with her.

Lock her up, kill her for all I care.

- You're a cold-blooded son of a bitch.

- If memory serves me correctly, that used to turn you on.

- C9X6 government, they're not gonna kill her.

- Same government that hired me and Bobby, sweetheart.

This is for your other modem.

And this is to hook your laptop to the main computer.

(beep)

(modem beeping)

- Suppose we take 'em both out the same time, right?

That's good for us, but not so good for the passengers.

See, the plane is three hours from landing

in every direction.

- So there's no way to get it down

and get the passengers off before the bomb blows.

- Exactly.

- Here are your keystrokes.

Be quick.

Plan my demise later. Right now I need a little quiet.

(woman on speaker) This is Colonel Bennett here.

How many people do you have looking?

(man on speaker) Frank and Caroline are down in baggage with the co-pilot.

I've got the cabin crew of eight and some,

well, some military personnel searching the cabin.

- Anybody there with secure communication?

- Caroline is gonna get a harbor set from her luggage,

or we can try the onboard phone.

- Harbor set is fine.

I don't think he'll be able to monitor it.

Well, it's pretty clear he doesn't care about his wife.

- Not a big surprise.

I'm trying to rig an exalter

out of a backup circuitry monitor gauge

I've taken from the cockpit.

I'm hoping the bomb has enough current to be able to detract.

- Hmm, they have someone onboard with brains.

Won't do him any good, but it might work.

(Bennett) The clock is running.

(man) I'm aware.

Have you heard from the lunatic again?

(Victor) They don't even know who I am.

(Bennett) No, I expect we will soon.

He knows the transfer will take an hour or so.

He has to give us time.

- Oh... don't worry.

You'll have plenty of time.

(man) Keep me posted.

- This will take you a while.

- I didn't think they would have a harbor set.

- No, I thought they'd use the phone.

- And you were ready for that.

- How do you know?

- The remaining sequence on this card would've put me

in the microwave centers for long-distance communication.

- Huh. Give the girl a prize.

- Are you serious?

- Sure.

- Then contact the plane, tell them where the bomb is,

and how to disarm it.

- Ah, that is one thing I cannot do,

my little darling Joanna.

My neck is in a guillotine here,

and the bomb is the only insurance I have

the executioner is not going to drop the blade.

(Nicole) Coffee, anyone?

- If you try to throw that at me,

I'll kill you.

- Well, I thought of it,

but the passengers' list made it a bad idea.

- Beautiful and brilliant.

You and I would make a hell of a pair.

- You little baby. Stick to fighting me.

It's sexier.

Is that for Tommy?

- Bobby.

- I can get my own.

- I promise not to do anything stupid.

(Victor) Perhaps you should sit down

and read the passenger list again.

- Why? Whatever for?

- For their health.

(Cat mouthing) Microphone.

- That was good. - You're welcome.

(Joanna grunts)

- So... do you think they're going to find the bomb?

(Tommy) I don't know how smart he is.

- Oh, plenty smart.

But I bet I could find it if I was on the airplane.

- I'll take that bet.

- It is in a bag with all types of makeup containers around it.

And that bag is in a bag full of clothes.

Lots of belts, suspenders, CD player, travel clock.

All kinds of things like that.

And that bag is in a bigger bag.

- Very good.

But then, you were with us

when we sent the package to Colombia.

- I'm gonna get some more. You want some?

- No, thank you. - Okay.

You ready?

- God be with us. - Yeah.

(grunts)

- What did you mean by "we would make a pair"?

- I am going to be a very rich man soon.

- Is that supposed to make me want you?

- The frightening thing is,

when you go to sleep not knowing if I'm going to kill you.

- It wouldn't be any safer for you.

- No, it wouldn't. That's why I love it.

- You are a sick man.

- But exciting. - True.

You are that.

- Would you rather be a beautiful woman than a man?

- Huh?

- Do you think it's easier being a woman?

(chuckles)

- (Victor) I do. - You do?

- You don't have to carry as many weapons.

- But men have strength.

- In a weight-lifting contest.

Not when it comes to controlling other human beings.

I believe that all women are born with a certain cunning.

Like Nicole here.

She's used her looks and her charms

to get men to do what she wants them to do for years.

- Little ol' me? - Yes, you, darling.

Such as right now, blocking my view

while the drunk comes in to help you take...

(Joanna) Nicole!

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

- Obviously you people care more about yourselves

than you do about the lives of innocent people.

Get back up here.

- It doesn't look good.

- Yeah, she needs help, but she's not gonna get it here.

- We're all gonna die.

(beeping)

- Not quietly.

- This is Colonel Bennett, go ahead.

(man) We found the bomb.

- Where? - Baggage.

In a bag inside a bag inside another bag.

- It worked.

- They found it quicker than I expected.

- Maybe they're smart.

- Or maybe they should thank you for cuing in the microphone

while Nicole gave a detailed description

of how I hide the bomb.

- You knew?

You don't care?

- They can't disarm it.

(Bennett) Let's get to the disarming.

I've got Bernie Trap with me.

- He's probably a damn bomb expert.

- He is, but then so am I.

(Bernie) Any chance of dropping down to the deck

and throwing it out?

(man) It's got the altimeter wired in.

I had the pilot do a thousand-foot drop.

Meter's working.

- What do you got for detonation?

- Looks like three.

The altimeter... (Victor chuckling)

- ...the timer that, if my math is right,

will dump us in the Atlantic an hour out of Newfoundland.

And an electronic one that I can't quite figure out yet.

- Is it still in the bag?

- Yep, I didn't want to take it out yet.

- Let's give it a try.

- They're going to get a wake-up call.

(man) Okay, here I go.

Agh, what the hell?!

- What's going on?

- There's a five-light panel to the right of the explosives,

and they're flashing. - Ha.

- Put it down. - I already did.

Now I've got one-second beeps.

- What do you think he's doing?

- Playing.

(man) The lights have stopped.

Now the beeps.

Damn, they're both back!

It's as if somebody's controlling it,

making fun of me.

- They probably are. They're probably listening in.

(Bennett) Victor, if you are out there,

talk to me.

- Not now, maybe later

after they've fished the bodies out of the ocean.

(man) How can he be close enough

to exercise remote control?

(Bernie) I don't know.

Do you think he's on the plane?

(Bennett) I can guarantee you, he's not.

(Bernie) Maybe he's got some crazy onboard with a remote.

- No, Victor doesn't trust crazies he can't see.

- Find a passenger with a Polaroid,

take some photos of the bomb, scan them and send them to us.

(man) It's being done.

(Bennett) We'll get back to you.

- I know how you did it.

- Do you?

- You're controlling the bomb through C-Star.

It's power in orbit work perfect

for the flight path to the plane.

- Actually, I was a rocket scientist.

The C-Star has relays on four of the spy satellites.

- I want to go see how my friend is doing.

- Sure.

- What's all that about relays?

- If I can get a message to the pilot to change course,

it will get 'em out of the range of the C-Star.

And if you guys will overpower him,

I would just distract him, I can do it.

(Cat) What good would that do?

He'll just connect it back up.

- I can destroy his disk and erase the RAM.

- But the bomb would still be on the plane.

- But at least Victor can't set it off.

Maybe they can disarm it.

Especially if they knew Victor was completely out of the picture.

- Is there any chance if you disconnect it,

it might set the bomb off?

- If I break the signal to the satellite,

it'll break the signal to the bomb.

I don't think it'll set it off.

- If we fail this time, I don't think we have another chance.

(Tommy, low voice) Let's plan this one carefully.

Hey, don't worry, we'll be fine.

(clicks tongue)

- Keep an eye on things.

Oh, and the microphone is armed.

- Does it ever make you nervous when we rely on her?

- Most of the time.

But she somehow always comes through.

- That's true.

- Are we gonna kill them all?

- What do you think?

- I'd like to spend a little bit more time with that one

before I kill her.

- I didn't think you were into unconscious women.

- Hmm, not her.

Be better if she was willing.

- Huh, if she comes at you as though she's willing,

you're a dead man.

(beeping)

(Joanna grunts)

- What's going on?

- The agent on the plane is using a laptop

to try and communicate with spy satellites.

'Cause he's hooked up to C-Star,

he can monitor all 12 or 13 satellites.

He just jammed their communications.

- And we're gonna hear from them any second now.

(beep)

(man) He jammed us!

(Bennett) Tell us something we don't know.

- He detonated a smoke bomb

somewhere in the luggage compartment.

- Well, we didn't know that.

Victor!

(beeping)

- Bennett, been a long time.

- Yeah, not long enough.

- Hell, I thought I'd get a better reception than that from you.

- What do you think you're doing?

- You know exactly what I'm doing.

I'm holding a plane, its passengers,

and a case of embarrassing Agency documents for ransom.

- The documents? We can live without them.

- No, we can't.

So why don't you stop screwing around?

And why don't you take a look at this?

(beeping)

- I know who's onboard.

- Read it again.

Because if I don't get some action

on a private circuit to my wire transfer,

I'm gonna blow up the damn plane.

(man) Give him half and the other half

when he tells me how to disarm the bomb.

- Sure, I should trust you guys.

(Bennett) Watch your screen.

- Get ready.

- They're opening a line to the bank Victor wants.

(Bobby) Victor!

- Fire in the hole!

(Joanna screams)

(Tommy) Hey, don't go away.

"Acapulco H.E.A.T." will be back in a moment.

- I'm gonna use you like a whore.

But you don't have to live with it

'cause you'll be dead.

(both grunting throughout)

- Cat.

Grab that side.

Watch out.

(grunts)

Okay, watch it, watch it. - Oh, oh!

- Watch your feet. Okay, watch out.

Let me get behind it.

All right. (grunting)

Damn.

Well?

- I don't know. Give me another minute.

- I do know.

Your computer is destroyed.

So any hope you had of saving that plane is gone.

So is any hope of saving your own miserable lives.

The door is sealed. (chuckles)

Your air is gone.

(chuckles)

It's not very plush, but this is our coffin.

(laughing)

- Is he telling the truth?

- Give me a minute!

(Victor laughing)

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?

- I've been better. How's Nicole?

- Same.

- Let's put him in with the guy he killed.

They can go to the afterlife together.

- Sorry I snapped.

I just don't know how to deal with

all the people on the plane dying and much less our deaths.

- Nobody's gonna die.

- Our computers are down.

Our air supply is down.

- What about your portable?

- God, why didn't I think of that?

- Oh, probably 'cause you're in a room

where two hand grenades went off and, you know, a man was killed.

- You can't help anybody if you're brain-dead.

- Your turn, man!

Yeah? You first.

How you doing, champ?

- I'm no more brain-dead than I was.

- Afraid he is.

- He wouldn't have helped anyhow.

- I guess that's true.

- Is it working? (beeping)

- It's working!

(Tommy) Okay, now what?

- Um, search the duffel bag and his attaché case.

He was pretty methodical.

Maybe there's a schematic for the bomb.

- Schematic.

Any of these help?

- I've never seen any of this stuff before.

I'm in! I'm in! I'm back into C-Star!

(Bennett) If you don't respond in the next 30 seconds, Victor,

we can yank that money back out just as fast as we put it in.

- Hello?

(man) Who the hell is that?

- Joanna Barnes.

(Bennett) Joanna, I'm not sure

how you got into this conversation,

but you are tapped into a secret communications channel

for government use only.

- I got into this conversation by uploading, um, C-Star.

And-- and I entered your link off it.

I guess that was Cyrus 3?

(man) Okay, so you're a smart cookie.

Now, who the hell are you?

- Hey, right now it doesn't matter who the hell we are.

Victor Garrison and his sidekick are dead.

Now you are onboard a flying bomb.

- So why should we trust you or believe you?

- Because you're about 20 minutes away

from being turned into human confetti.

(Bennett) Is Victor actually dead?

- Hey, we don't have time to chitchat, okay?

Now, Victor and his buddy are dead.

The only hope you have of saving the people on that plane

is Joanna here, so... shut up and listen.

(man) I'm not in the position to argue.

So go ahead, Joanna.

- I think I can disarm the first electronic detonator from here.

But I need you to be where you can see the bomb.

- It's right here by my side.

- Okay, hang on a minute.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Oh, I forgot, sorry.

- If you get us out of this, Joanna,

and you're not married, I'm in.

- Do I...?

Um, I think I can do it single or not.

- Do what?

- Victor had all his program keystrokes recorded on CDs.

But his CDs doesn't work with my computer,

but I think I can remember.

- How can you remember if they were being run off a disk?

- They ran on the screen.

- You're not gonna try to disarm this thing

from memory, are you?

- Yes.

- Are you as pretty as you sound?

- What does that have to do with anything?

- Yeah. She is.

- Let's do it.

- My guess is watch the series of lights that flashed

when he was playing with you.

- Right in front of me.

(beeping)

They're starting to flash.

- It's okay.

- The red one went out.

The blue one's out.

The amber one's out.

What? Not now.

I can't help!

Deal with it, damn it!

(Bennett) What's the matter?

- One of the passengers freaked out.

The purple one is out.

- I've got to guess the last keystroke for the next one.

- Your guess is as good as mine.

- You've got a good sense of humor.

- Sitting here next to a bomb, humor seems like a good choice.

Ah, damn, they're all lit again!

- Oh, hang on.

(typing)

- The red is out.

The blue is out.

The amber and purple are out.

The green's out.

(Bennett) Are we out of the woods?

- No, we still have the altimeter detonator.

And who knows what else?

- What's that?

(Bennett) What's going on?

- I don't know, we might have the schematics for the bomb.

(man) Are you serious?

- Is there a blue wire

from the altimeter to the electronic detonator?

- Yes.

- We have the schematic.

- You don't sound thrilled.

- By disarming the electronic detonator,

we activated a backup detonator

that you can only disarm on the bomb.

- Great.

- Can I send documents through C-Star and Cyrus 3 to you?

- No.

- But you can send it to us here in Virginia

and we can send it.

- In my drawer,

get the thing that looks a little like

a large, um, electric razor.

- Scanner? - Yeah.

(man) What makes you think I can read a schematic?

- Well, if you can't,

get the-- the bomb expert you had on before to translate.

(Bennett) You've been part of this all along.

- Yeah, we were the hostages.

(Cat, low voice) Tell them where we are.

- Don't you get, we're trying to save a plane right now.

Maybe when we're done.

Now, if this doesn't work, I'll tell them where we are.

(Joanna) That's it.

(Bennett) We've got it and it's on its way to the plane.

- Get this desk, put it in that corner.

Use it as a shield. - Okay.

- Hey, you, help her. Give her a hand.

Get Nicole behind the desk.

Ready?

- Ready.

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

- You sure she's okay? She's three hours late.

- I'm sure she's fine.

He seemed like a really nice guy.

- He's a government agent.

(Cat chuckles) So are you and Tommy.

- My point exactly.

- I think it's great.

Yeah, you know, they meet communicating through satellites.

Both their lives in danger.

Ay, that's what books are made of.

- You surprise me.

- Why?

- 'Cause your pick 'em up at the curbside method

isn't terribly romantic.

- Yeah, yeah, well, maybe not to you,

but I have gotten no complaints thus far.

(women laughing) - Well, maybe not many.

- Complaints about what?

- The dating ritual.

- Oh.

- That's it, "Oh"?

How was your date?

- Nice.

- Nice? Joanna, give it up.

- Yeah, give her a little detail.

- Now, that's not romantic.

- Let's just leave it that...

he was very grateful.

(women laughing)

- And she thought it was gonna be hard telling someone

to tell her mom about her death, hmm.

- I think there's some things

my mom doesn't need to know about.

(giggles)

(all) Ooh!

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