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

♪

(camera shutter clicking)

- Ta-daa!

(man) - Hey! What are you doing?

Hey, stop her!

(gunshots)

(tires screeching)

- Unh!

- ♪ Oh, can you feel it? ♪

♪ Burn inside ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪

♪ Sweat dripping down my spine ♪

♪ Making me 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 ♪

♪

(Nicole) - Okay, ready and one, two, three...

Two more, one, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

And the legs! One, two, three, four.

And, push harder. Use the arms.

Work, work, be beautiful.

Excellent! - Maybe we shouldn't have

called that ambulance for her.

- That's an un-nice thing to say even if you don't mean it.

- Hey, you know, the water is shallow enough

for you to come in and exercise with us.

- The pain would be too much.

And you're stalling. Get back into it.

Keep moving! One, two...

- I'm gonna drown her.

- Joanna, you're faking it.

- I'm gonna help you. - Let's go.

- I heard that.

- How could you? We whispered.

- I can read lips.

(Cat sighing)

- You know that's fair, because you should at least

give us a chance at a conspiracy.

- Oh, here comes another drill sergeant.

- What was that about a "dull servant"?

(laughter)

- I don't know, ask Nicole. She reads lips.

- Can she do that in French?

(chuckling)

(Nicole) - Yes.

- We've got a job if we want it.

- I don't know, do we?

I haven't been back inside the H.E.A.T. room

since the flight 401 deal.

- Unh!

- Your little assistant here

tried to send a signal for help.

(beeps)

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

(slap) - Unh!

(Nicole) - Bastard!

(Tommy grunting)

- Ahh!

- I take my time. - Unh!

(Joann screaming)

- I don't know if any of us want to go back in there.

- There's nothing much left.

- There's not much of anything left.

- Yeah, we'd need computers to stay on top of this one too.

- We can always listen to the offer.

- That's what I figured.

♪

♪

- So, the auto insurance companies

got together and formed this organization.

It's got a bunch of initials for a name

and a hefty bankroll.

They want to recover and stop the flow

of stolen cars across the border.

Well, I'm their man, and I need some help down here.

Ahh, the company pays on time,

their checks cash out okay.

I've been doing it for a year

and I already bought 18 acres in North Carolina.

What exactly is this?

- Either pork or chicken. We never ask.

Now, what kind of crop you puttin' down?

- Dogs. I'm gonna breed golden retrievers.

(Joanna chuckling)

- So, how you gonna do that?

- Well, you start out with two,

then sort of nature takes over

and you just keep count. (chuckling)

(Nicole chuckling) - We know about that.

What about these cars?

- Oh, they're here. They come in all the time,

either by boat or by truck.

Last shipment was overland, about two weeks ago.

Solid information.

- Good. Then get 'em.

Use the local cops, they're good.

You don't need us.

- Well maybe not, but I want ya.

I need your local contacts,

your communication systems.

I want to link in to every state motor vehicle bureau.

Now, I was told by someone in Washington

that you people can do that.

- Oh... we used to could have.

- Well, I reckon we could give you

a neighborly foot up if you was needin' it.

- We're not building a barn here.

We've got bigger problems than that.

- Don't we all, little lady, don't we all.

I remember my Uncle Clement.

He had this little brouhaha--

(Joanna) - I had one named Clement.

Something about that name always brought a mess with it.

- Oh, right you are, pretty lady.

(chuckling)

- Okay. Okay, we'll think about it.

- Well, I'd appreciate it if you think hard

and answer quick. Cars got wheels,

They move a lot quicker than we can.

- I heard someone say that once.

- Another uncle, I'm sure. - Eh, could've been a cousin.

- I have a lot of them. - (Tommy) Yes, we know.

We'll think hard.

♪

So, what are we gonna do?

- Maybe we've had enough.

- We sort of pushed the envelope in the past.

Maybe it's time to close the book

and move on to something else.

- No. I did that before,

and I'm not too good at it.

- Then, you want to stay in the business?

- It's not a business.

I mean, if we're gonna discuss it,

let's be honest.

It's more than that. It's a way of life.

- Then, is it a life that we want to continue with?

- You want to hear what I have to say?

- Uh, is it gonna be short?

- It's short.

Either I'm with you,

or I'm back to cornfields and clog dancing.

I'm not ready for that.

- So, you want to stay?

- Not without the rest of you.

I don't want to leave my family again.

- Just what I always wanted, a genius sister.

- Hey, I never did.

- Tough. You got one.

- Ooh.

- Then what am I, big mama?

(laughter)

- Nah, we found you on the doorstep

and raised you like one of our own.

- Yeah, you got that accent from a cookbook

that was left in your crib.

-Mm. - (Cat) Well, like it or not,

we're gonna have to go back into the H.E.A.T. room.

- Well, I've been there.

(Nicole) - And?

- It ain't "perty."

♪

(Joanna) - I remember when I saw

the H.E.A.T. room for the first time.

What a mess!

Then I made out with you. It was better.

♪

(beeping)

I'm Joanna.

I think I've got it all working.

We could bring it back. - But, do we really want to?

- Hey, you're the one who started

with that art masterpiece case.

(Nicole) - I remember all the help

we got from the local police.

- Unh! (Joanna screaming)

- Hey, hey! I mean... ya got me.

(Tommy) - Can you fix it?

- No, it has to be replaced.

But we're not broken. We can still work.

- We can't trace hot cars

without interfacing the information bank.

- But we can still try and find the cars, can't we?

And, the best way to find

a real bargain in used cars is...

the local paper.

Anybody got two pesos for a paper?

- Call it reinvestment.

- Call it two pesos and let's see what happens.

This one... is just for the money.

- And, we'll all be together a little longer, won't we?

- Mm. - (chuckling) Yes.

♪

(indistinct chatter)

(Tommy) - Makes me a little mad.

- What, grand larceny auto?

- No, every time Joanna proves she is smarter than me.

- Just because she picked the ad out in the paper

doesn't mean she's smarter than you.

- No, Cat, Joanna is smarter than me.

- Okay.

- Well, you didn't have to agree so quickly.

- It's because I know how you feel.

Sometimes I think she's smarter than all of us.

- You mean about keeping H.E.A.T. alive?

- That I'm not so sure about yet.

Like I said, let's just look at this case as extra cash

and leave it at that.

- That's pretty smart too.

- Yeah, yeah. - A little conversation.

- Hey...

Makin' the deal.

- Nice to meet you. - (woman) Yeah, you too.

(Tommy) - That's the ones we want.

(jeep starting)

- (woman) Bye! See ya. - (man) See ya.

♪

- Okay, they just sold a car at 428 Via Marimba Street.

It's a trailer park.

They sold a black Buick sedan, license plate

Hotel-Victor-Jackson 4-3-1-6.

We'll follow the sellers.

- We're on our way.

Are you sure you have the thieves?

(Cat) - They're used car salesmen,

how honest can they be?

- Yeah, you got a point.

- Yeah, seems like we've done this before.

(Tommy) - Oh, yeah.

Remember when we were protecting my dream girl?

Run, now!

(car horn honking)

(tires screeching) - Aah!

Ahh! (gunshots)

(Cat) - Tommy? Tommy!

Tommy, look out for the truck!

Okay, now I know where they are.

Just have to make sure that they sold a hot car.

(Nicole) - That's the car Cat described.

- We have to verify its registration numbers.

- Well, can't just go over and lift up the hood.

- We can wait 'til they go inside the house.

- Okay, probably will take it with them to bed.

- (laughing)

Hmm... we only want to look

at the vehicle identification number.

Maybe they won't mind that.

- What do you really think? - No.

- "No" is a good, short, positive answer.

- We are gonna take some more pictures.

Let's go.

(Southern accent) Oh, Alice, look it, look it!

Did you ever?

My daddy had a car just like this.

But not quite as pretty.

He'd load all us kids in the car and take us

to the river fishin' and swimmin'.

Not at the same time, mind you, but it was a great ol' time!

Here, take a picture of me. I want to send it home.

You don't mind, now, do you?

(woman) - I guess not.

- Ta-daa!

We used to pull them buddies up,

fire 'em up along with Brady Landers' fresh corn bread.

(chuckling) It was a day!

(camera shutter clicking)

(gasping) My, oh, my!

A V-8 with a four-barrel piston?

(gasping) And a custom chrome air filter!

You got it all!

Smile!

(camera shutter clicking)

Thank you, now!

- (woman) No problem. - (man) What was that all about?

(Nicole) - We taught you too well.

- Oh, I could always do that.

The boys just love it when you start their car.

- Does that have a double meaning?

- What do you mean?

- Never mind, you just answered it.

What about the car?

- The vehicle identification number plate

on the dashboard looks newer than the car.

The engine plate number is missing.

That is a car with a bad history.

- Thank you. - For what?

- Well, I speak French, Italian, and English,

and some Spanish, and you just taught me a new language.

- (laughing)

(Southern accent) Well, you come back for a lesson

any ol' time you want now, you hear?

(laughter)

(phone beeping)

- Finster's checking it out. He believes it was part of

an overland shipment from two weeks ago

because there was a Buick sedan on that trip.

But, he'll let us know.

- Yeah.

We had the H.E.A.T. room, we'd have the answer in minutes.

- Right.

- Don't start!

This was just supposed to be

a job to get some cash flow going, remember?

- (chuckling) I didn't say anything.

- No, but see, you say more without saying anything

than anyone I have ever known.

- But you like it, don't you?

(Joanna and Cat chuckling)

- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I do.

Mostly, though... I'm really starting to appreciate it.

Remember the first time you ever held a gun?

- I don't know what to do with that.

(Nicole sighing)

- Flip this off...

point away from yourself...

pull this, and yell.

- Why should I yell?

- Because the noise will scare the blazes out of you.

(gunfire)

- Ahh!

(Tommy) - How about the first time you actually shot someone?

(gunshots) - Aah!

(gun cocking)

- Miss any of 'em?

- (sighing) All present and accounted for.

- That's a nice way to put it, but I just shot someone.

- And we're glad you did.

(Tommy) - You know,

I think I liked you better as a straight man.

- What do you mean?

- That's better already.

(Tommy) - You started out a rookie

who couldn't fire a gun,

and turned into one hell of a peace warrior.

(Joanna) - Thanks, Tommy.

But I got tricked a couple of times

and made a fool out of myself.

Like with McHenry. - Don't let that bother you.

I'm the expert on bad choices.

♪

Hmm, remember Richard?

- You know, when we have children

and we have to be on time, pick them up from school,

take them to the doctor's and dentist...

- I'm sorry. - Soccer, gymnastics.

(laughter) - I'm sorry.

You know, but sometimes that boutique

is like a runaway train.

♪

- I thought you skirted the children issue very nicely.

- That's a little premature.

- Not for me.

- We've only known each other two weeks.

- I've known you... in a hundred different lifetimes.

- Oh, we must have been Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.

- No, we were probably wrapping bodies in Egypt.

- Oh, what a ghastly thought.

- Bodies are important.

It's a highly thought-of position,

as lowly positions go.

- Well, speaking of positions,

how about we take a seated one?

I've been on my feet all day.

- You know, we have options besides sitting.

- You are as much a runaway train as that boutique.

- And you love it.

- I'm afraid I'm starting to.

♪

We all have feelings.

And we're all vulnerable from time to time.

It's human. It's part of us.

- It could all be ours.

- I need for the father of my children to have honor.

Getting hurt is not exclusive,

and it doesn't make us fools.

Just a little stupid on occasion.

(Joanna laughing)

- What, is it, like, my turn to confess or something?

- Mm-hmm. (Joanna and Cat laughing)

(phone ringing) - Ah!

I'll get it, I'll get it.

(phone beeping) Yeah?

Got it. Thanks.

Well, it's a go.

The Buick was part of the shipment, and a little more.

When the car was snatched, the owner was killed.

- (Cat) Oh. - (Joanna) Huh?

- Wow. - Yeah.

(Nicole) - Hey, don't go away.

The H.E.A.T. team will be back in a moment.

♪

(Tommy) - Okay, they stashed the rest of the cars.

You know, we can't just walk in and check it out.

- Well, the beauty about front entrances,

there has to be a rear one.

- That sounded almost, uh, profound.

You in the mood for climbing walls?

- No.

- Well, you in the mood for waiting tables

from 9:00 to 5:00?

- No. (chuckling)

I get the message.

- All right.

(jeep starting)

♪

(Tommy) - Look at it.

It's a regular dealership.

- Yeah, with almost no overhead.

Hey, maybe it's a business we should get into.

- Yeah, well, they already are.

All we've got to do is document one of those cars,

get the cops to do the rest.

- Just one?

- Well, two would be better.

- Settle for one?

- Deal. - Deal.

Okay, how we gonna do this?

- Uh... sneaky?

- Yeah, we're good at that.

I'll move, you cover. - Right.

(cracking)

(men conversing)

(man) - Miguel, give me the pressure.

(Miguel) - All right.

Here you go.

(man) - Now, where's the manifold?

Oh, right there.

(men conversing)

Hey! Hey!

Get her, get her! Hey, go get her!

Stop! Stop her!

(guard) - Hey!

Hey! (gunshot)

- Whoo-hoo! (gunshots)

- Come back here! (gunshots)

- What did you want with a distributor cap?

- Huh? Oh, is that what that is?

I just grabbed it so they would think

that we were petty thieves.

- We can't prove anything with this.

- Ah... but I also have this.

- Yeah, now we're in business.

♪

(Cat) - Seems like I've been getting chased my whole life.

But so far, I've always gotten away.

(chuckling) - What are you doing?

- Take a look, we've got company.

There's a gun under my seat. Get it.

- But, Cat... - Get it!

Okay.

Hang on! - Unh!

(tires screeching)

Oh! Cat!

- Come on! (gunshots)

Go, go!

(gunshots)

- Oh... this way!

(man) - Huh?

(Finster) - These are real good.

This car could be connected to the last shipment.

It's like we figured.

They're sitting like fish in a barrel now.

- Well... let's pack 'em up and pay our fee.

- I have to recover the cars first.

It takes a little time to get the locals to cooperate,

then organize the crash and all the paperwork

on the seizing of the property,

and returning it over the border.

- Well, listen to you.

You sounding all city-educated,

using your nouns and verbs in all the right places.

You ain't sounding down-home no more.

What happened to that sweet Southern drawl of yours?

(Southern accent) - I've still got it sitting here and waiting.

- Where are you really from? - Where I said.

The drawl is mine. It's real.

Sits in the back of my head. Took me years to lose it.

Only took Joanna five minutes to bring it all back.

Something about you does that to me.

- He's good.

- She'll have more fun if he's bad.

- Oh, they're all bad.

He's just good at it. Eh, but I like him.

(Finster) - Oh, there's a right pretty little thing.

All lumped out and shapely, and struttin' nice like.

Makes a man just want to never settle down,

just go runnin' about and wearing out his eyes.

(chuckling) Hmm.

- That's good.

That's as good as it gets.

Too bad I'm not ready for some down-home puppy love.

♪

I guess I'll always remember puppy love.

- Then after I left the army, I drifted a little.

Asia, Europe. Then I applied to the D.E.A.

How 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.

(phone beeping)

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

I kind of wish I was out there with him, though.

- No one offended you? - 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, don't they?

- Yeah, but--

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

- What's that? - I requested it.

(Tommy) - Look, it's just, we never thought

we'd be involved in the final raid.

All right, it just-- it could be dangerous.

- Danger is what you do, isn't it?

- Not really sure anymore.

♪

- There's too much distance between the front gate

and the garage for us to make it without them being warned.

We're gonna have to crash in and take our chances.

- We know. We just don't have to like it.

- We have the back covered.

Hopefully, they'll run towards them.

- They won't. - How can you be so sure?

- Too easy.

- You people are cynics. - I wasn't.

Not until you pulled your phony drawl.

- Yeah, I owe you an apology.

I kind of like the way I found you.

- Let's go. It's getting thick out here.

♪

(tires screeching)

- All right. Ride 'em, cowboy.

(Tommy) - Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. team will be right back.

♪

(man) - I said I wanted this car today, not tomorrow!

What's wrong with you guys?

(tires screeching)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey! You can't do that!

(tires screeching)

(man 2) - Hey, somebody's coming!

Hey!

(gunfire)

(officers shouting)

(officer) - Come on, move it!

(officer 2) - Put the weapons down.

(officer) - Come on!

- Hands up! Hands up, hands up. - Cover 'em, cover 'em!

- Back up, now. - You, over here.

- Get their weapons. - Move it.

- Come on, quickly.

- Stay put. Stay put! And turn around.

- Sheesh.

(flute playing) Yeah...

Bobby Minh and I got into a real drag-down fight once too.

♪

(door creaking)

(Bobby) - I'm glad you made it.

Are any of my people still alive?

- Still looking for Brill.

- Just him? - Oh, and the girl.

- What do you think of me, Tommy?

Do you have an opinion? I'd really like to know.

- Oh, yeah.

- What is it? - You're one sick puppy, man.

- You think I have a death wish?

- Yeah.

- Do you have one?

- Nope.

(Bobby shouting)

- Where did you learn your craft?

- Which one?

- The one you're practicing now.

- Oh, here and there.

- Well, are you familiar-- Ahh!

- You know... you talk too much.

(shouting)

- Unh!

Whew!

(shouting)

(Tommy grunting)

(shouting)

Ahh!

- Unh!

- Hey, can we have our money now?

- I'd be afraid not to. (chuckling)

- And we'd like one more thing.

- Oh, what's that, little sister?

- We'd like to get driven home in that limo.

(Southern accent) - I'd be right privileged to do it myself.

- Mm!

♪

- Now, that is something you had to have taught her.

- It was pure instinct.

No amount of training could perfect that.

- You know, our Joanna has developed a, uh, style.

♪

- You comin' or not?

- No. - Nah.

- I will.

(chuckling)

- Ahh. Home, James.

- Whoo-hoo! This is fun! (laughing)

♪

Oh, no! - Is something wrong?

- Worse than wrong. - Wha-- Like what?

- This spear is a fake. - Impossible.

The crate came right from the ship.

It looks perfect. - I don't care.

I looked up the history of the spear on my computer,

and... and...

- Right! Nice try, Joanna.

- Congratulations, you really had us going there.

- I did, didn't I? (laughing)

Ah, the spear, it's beautiful, isn't it?

- If you're into spears, it is.

But for scaring me,

I am deducting your share from our fee.

- Hey, no fair! I was kidding.

- I'm not. Get her money.

I need to fix my truck.

- Junk it, that's the fix.

- I know how to make it run better.

And, it won't cost you a dime.

- How?

- First, remove the floorboard.

- What?

- So your legs and feet can touch the ground.

- My legs and-- - Yeah.

- You know, like the Flintstones.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

(laughter)

- You're not serious!

(woman) - Oh!

(laughing) Oops!

(women giggling)

- Sorry! - Sorry!

♪

- Hi. My name is Nicole Bernard.

I know who you are.

I am here to offer you

the kind of work you are far better suited for.

- Well, that's a pretty strong approach.

And what is it you think I'm better suited for?

- A great many things.

♪

(machine gunfire)

- Ahh! Unh!

- Oh-- Oh! What's their problem?

- I can't see their problem.

(tires screeching)

- Whoa, get down!

(gunshots)

(Joanna screaming)

- Brakes! - Oh!

- Who do you think they are? - I don't know!

Get down! - Aah!

(tires screeching)

Ahh!

- Oh!

(shouting in French)

(gunshots)

Next shot, you're a soprano!

(Joanna) - So, what do you think, Nicole?

The team stays together?

Oh! (laughing) - (Nicole) Ooh!

(laughter)

(Cat) - All right.

(laughter)

(Joanna) - Tommy?

- Ah...

All right.

(laughter)

- I love you guys.

And I'm too young to get a divorce.

- All right, then, I won't call my lawyer.

- Thank God we don't have kids.

- Who snore.

(Nicole laughing) - Do not.

(laughter)

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

♪

(Joanna) - Hey, can I paint too?

- Yeah, I don't paint.

But, I'll do windows. (Joanna chuckling)

(Nicole laughing)

- Tommy will do the heavy work.

- (scoffing) Says who?

(women) - We do!

(Tommy sighing)

♪

- Bye!

♪