Acapulco H.E.A.T. (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Code Name: Million Dollar Man - full transcript

- Tonight on
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."...

- Hey!
- You're wrong.

- Aah!

♪ Oh, can you feel it

♪ Burning inside

♪ Yeah

♪ Making it hazy

♪ Making me crazy

♪ 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

- Waah!

- You the people
from Acapulco H.E.A.T.?

- Yeah, you wanna buy a bikini?

- Ha!
We want to buy you.

We want to do business.

- Well, we open on the beach
in 20 minutes, so...

- Mr. Rocco hates the sun.

He wants to talk here.

- We can't wait.
The shop has to open on time.

- Or what?
- Or we lose money.

- That's for your first
ten sales.



Now, you're on time again.

Come on with us.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
slow down, pops.

We're not going anywhere.

- Don't push it, sonny boy.

I was making the rules

when you were still
your mother's dream.

Don't make me break her heart.

You're kidding.

- Mm, he's not.

- He has to be.

- The lady's right.
I'm not.

- See?
I was right.

- Hey!
- You're wrong.

- Gun, knife.

Pssh, I win!

- You won't have the chops
to use it.

Your bet.

Okay, that's it, hold it.

That H.E.A.T. group
ain't no good to me dead.

I come down here
for a wedding, not a war.

And I'm willing to pay
for your help.

- Why don't you buy a wedding
gift like everybody else?

- 'Cause I'm the gift.

And I gotta keep myself alive
long enough

to deliver myself,
or else I ain't worth a nickel.

- Is that some sort of a riddle?

- No, it's the other way around.
It's more like fact.

Stuff that I can swear to
makes me worth a lot of money.

- Look, mystery man, it's hot.

We're late.

Now, if you're not
gonna get to the point,

I would rather
this old man's knife

than any more
of this conversation.

- Oh, shove that "old man"
remark right down your throat.

Now, don't get dawn
and dusk mixed up.

You're about 30 years
too late for that.

- Uh, I have an Uncle Vic.

He was a real strong man,
very tough.

You remind me a lot of him.

- Don't play with me,
little girl.

- Oh, I'm not.

Can I feel your arms?

His were like rocks.

- I don't need to hire tough,
I got enough of that already.

What I need is smart,

and some people
who know their way

around this jerkwater town.

- That's what taxis are for.

- Do you guys wanna
earn some legit money

or you wanna impress me
with glib?

- What did you have in mind?

- I need you to make
some contact

with some people for me,
and then set up a meeting.

- What people?

- First, my family.

Then, we'll see.

- I don't understand.
- You probably never will.

But I think she might.

- Oh, really?
Why me?

- 'Cause I don't think your past
is as white as your teeth.

I had someone check you out.

- What is it
you're trying to buy?

- I ain't buying, I'm selling.
I'm selling me.

I'm worth a whole bunch
of big bucks and I'm cashing in.

I used to be pretty important
in New York.

Then I did some stuff
and got caught,

and had to cop a trip to Sicily.

Had to leave my family
and everything.

Been living quiet and safe there
for the past 12 years.

Now, my daughter's
getting married... here.

And I wanna give her
the only thing I got left.

- What's that?
- Me.

I'm worth a cool million
on the hoof.

And I want her to have it.

- You're Rocco Centore.

Rocco C.

Everybody on both sides
of the fence is looking for you.

- The wise guys wanna bury me
because they're never sure

if I'm gonna come back to
the city and make a move on 'em.

And the feds want me
to help them

to nail the guys
that wanna bury me.

I got a price on my head
from both sides.

One phone call
and you could be sitting pretty.

Except for Vic here.

He don't forget my enemies.

- Well... I wanna hear
the rest of the story.

- Let me tell you what
I need you to do for me.

- I'm glad you finally
showed up!

Samples?

- No, uh...
we're the real thing.

- Oh.
Aren't you from the caterers?

- No, but we'd like to talk
to you if we could.

- Look... I really don't have
the time right now.

If you're trying
to sell me something, you know,

I'm... I'm in the middle
of planning a wedding

and I'm up to my neck
in flowers and food.

- No, we're here
to bring you a gift.

Your father.

- Where is he?

- Where would you
like him to be?

- Uh... Rocco Centore.

Male Caucasian,
born Cefelo, Italy, 1928.

Wow.

- What's the "wow" for?
Were they triplets?

- Oh, one of him was enough.

Um... he arrived in New York
in 1936,

and eight years later
started getting arrested.

Well, he was only 16 when
he went to Elmira Youth Center

for extortion
and felonious assault.

- Eh, he was just a kid.
Stuff happens.

- Uh, he graduated
to regular prison in '46

and again in '53.

Then there's a clear streak
where he was...

His name only came up
for an investigation

and to testify
for the Grand Senate.

He invoked the Fifth Amendment.

- Wait a minute, I...
I remember this guy.

He was in the headlines
when I was a kid.

"The Last Godfather."

Finally got nailed
for union fraud,

then disappeared.

Rumor has it

he's somewhere in Italy.

- Victor Albertino.

Oh, the nice man
with Mr. Rocco

was alleged to have been
involved in over 12 murders

and about two pages of assorted
pieces of havoc.

These guys really know
how to mess up a neighborhood,

don't they?
- Yeah.

Just what Puerto Vallarta
needs, huh?

Some crime family.

Better yet,
we're working for him.

- What's that make me,
a gun moll?

- Gun molls went out
in the '30s.

- I'm not 30.

- Okay.
Okay, I'll tell you what.

You can be a hitman.

- My Uncle Ezra was a hitman.

- For the mafia?
- No.

For the Willow Creek Swamp Rats.

He batted fourth,
he had .481 average.

He would have made
the major leagues

if it wasn't for his leg.

- Okay, I'll take the ride.

What about his leg?

- Well, he only had one.

He had a wooden one
where the other one used to be.

But there was always
a termite problem with that.

Never could keep 'em even,

so he was always kinda
leaning to the left...

or he probably
would have batted .800.

- Sorry I asked.

- I don't know why.

- Why now?
After all of these years?

- We don't know.

We're just here to get
you and your father together.

- Well, we were together.
He left when I was 11.

Even when my mother died,
he never got in touch.

It's a little late now.

- That's not why we're here for.

You can discuss your feelings
with him.

We'll just arrange it.

- I don't wanna see him.

- Teresa, he's your father.

Whatever is between you
has to be healed.

This has to be a family

and more than just
a wedding celebration.

You have to see your father.

- But I don't know if I could
be in the same room with him.

- You can.
You must.

- Don't say anything cynical.

- Can I say something romantic?

Father was always right.

I'll meet my father.

- Now, we can pay our rent.

- The one in the hat is Rocco's.

I ain't seen her
since she was a kid,

but she's got her mother's face
on her.

There's no way Rocco's gonna
miss his kid's wedding.

He'll show in Vallarta
and she's gonna lead us to him.

Capisce?

Then do it.
I want Rocco done.

I want him out of my way,
I want him dead.

I think we're being followed.

Don't tell me it's true.

- It's positive.
- We've got a tail.

- You gotta sit here and watch
all these bodies all the time?

- Well, I don't have to,
but... I do.

Hard life.

I was born too old, too soon.

Pulled my first score
when I was nine years old.

Eight bucks from
a street peddler.

- Well, are you proud of that?

- I ate a meal and bought
a shirt, I ain't ashamed.

- Maybe the peddler
didn't like it too much.

- So, he missed a meal
that week, I ate my first.

That's the way it is.

21, I win.

- Don't you ever lose?
- Only when I wanna.

- Hey, you know this guy's been
probably taking your money

as long as you've known him.

- I do all right.

It comes out even in the end.

- How can it?

- Vic started his career
as a pickpocket.

- How can anybody
trust you guys?

- I steal.
I'm not dishonest.

I only lie to the cops.

Other than them,
my word is good.

- Yeah?

Okay.

Gotcha.

- I don't hear sirens

but I think we got problems.
What happened?

- That was my partner
and your daughter,

and they picked up a tail.

Look, I'll give you the rest
on the move, okay?

- You were followed?
By whom? Why?

Is there something here
I should know about?

- I'm sorry, there's nothing
we're free to tell you.

Then who will?

- I guess I have to.

My father is a criminal.

So he stole something.

I'm not marrying him.

- No, but in a way, you are.

You'll be marrying

into one of the major
crime families in the states,

or at least, it once was.

But his enemies will be yours.

- And his friends?

- Doesn't look like he has many.

- She's right.

If you wanna call this off,
I'll understand.

- Everyone
has something to hide.

We're going to be married,
and I want to meet your father.

- Really?
- Yes.

Let's do this the right way.

- There's got to be another one
like him around for me.

- Can you do it?
Can I meet her father?

- That's what we're hired
here to do.

Hello?

I just spoke to Tommy.

He's moving.

- Tell him to set up
a meeting with Rocco,

and we need a decoy.

- Who wants a decoy?
- A blond from Iowa.

Can I take this off now?

- What? I can't understand you.
Take the helmet off.

Now, what did you say?

- I said, can I take
this off now?

- Sure.
Come on, let's go.

Well, you're right.

I got two of 'em watching
from the west slope.

I can't spot anyone else.

Let's do it.

- Hey, they're behind us.

- Where shall we take them?

- Let's treat 'em
to the best lunch

at Marriott CasaMagna.

- And then a swim?

We'll see how they follow us
in the water.

- With this hat?

- Are you ready?

- Yeah.
- She's ready.

- I guess.
- So am I.

- Uh... no, I...

I don't remember you
being part of the meeting.

- Then I'm not either.

Okay.

Okay.
You're both family, right?

Almost.

Now, we're going out the back
and over a fence.

Okay?
- Just tell us

where to go
and we'll meet him there.

- You know, there was no "us"
till two seconds ago.

Now, we're either
doing it my way

or we're not doing it at all.

- Let's go.

- It's hot out here.

Let's go find
some air conditioning.

- It's far more safe out here
with all these people.

Come on!

Bravo! Bravo!

- Whoo!

Whoo!

- Can I take this hat off now?

- Oh, you look beautiful in it.

You know, the sweat brings out
your finest features.

- Well, thanks.
It makes it all worthwhile.

- Come on, let's go.

- What happens now?

- Just wait.
- For what?

Relax.

- Can't you see she's nervous?

- Well, if she is,
she's handling it

a lot better than you.
- Just wait a minute.

It's time, Teresa.

Uh... wait a minute.

She goes alone.
I'll come back for you.

- She's not going alone.

- Yes, I am.
I have to.

It's private, okay?

It's family.

- No hug for the old man?

- I ran out of hugs
when Mom died.

She was asking for you
toward the end.

- I know.
There was nothing I could do.

Your mother knew what the score
was before she married me.

- Nobody asked me what I wanted.

- I'm asking you now.

- I just came here...
to tell you how I feel.

You left when I was
11 years old.

You never told me anything.
You just did it.

I never even knew who you were
until I went to college.

A boy told me.

He was afraid
to kiss me goodnight

and I asked him why.

He knew more about you and me
than I did.

There were, um...
there were shrinks and therapy

and then...
Mom died.

But... I got past it.

You can't come back into it now.

- Fair enough.

But you can't stop me
from giving you my gift.

I want you to turn me
into the feds.

I'm worth a million bucks

in reward money.

It'll set you up.

I wanna know that
at least I did that for you,

even if I have to do it
from jail.

- Is this some sort
of a game or trick?

- If it is, it's not on you.

Once the feds got me, it's over.

They leave you alone.
- How do you know that?

- Well, that's the way it works.

- You think the money
is gonna change how I feel?

- No.

But I think it'll change
your lifestyle.

Give you a clean start
with a new name.

I owe that to your mother.

- She's dead.
I'm not.

I don't want it.

- She don't mean it.
She's just a kid.

- She's my kid.
She means it.

Come on.

- Come on, Rocco.
The coast is clear.

Vic! Vic!

20 years ago, they never
would've gotten near us.

Vic? Vic.

Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. team
will be right back.

- I know the hood
that got killed.

He's one of Rocco Centore's guys
just like that ape inside.

- That gentle man
was a human being.

And he just died.

- This is Agent Butera.
He wants to...

- He wants my father!

- It will make a lot more sense
to hand him over to me

before Mickey Beans gets to him.

Well, that's it?

Just turn him in and walk away?

Who dies next?

- Look, if I get him,
no one has to get hurt.

- He won't say it, I will.

There's a price on Rocco's head.
Who will pay it?

- This is your father's head
they're selling.

- It's my father's head
you offered a price on.

Say no, and maybe some morality
can enter into this.

- It's your father who's
lived off crime for 50 years.

He's the one in hiding.

- You still have to prove it.

- We have.
And we want him to help us

prove it against a lot
of other guys like him.

The price is a million.

He comes in alive, cooperative,
he gets it.

Is it a deal?

- Maybe.
- What does "maybe" mean?

- Perhaps, per chance, possibly.

- She went to language school
in Paris,

she knows what maybe means.

- You can reach me here.

You got 12 hours before
I put out my own manhunt.

- You were telling me you're not
hunting him right now.

- Mickey Beans is the hunter.
I'm the safety net.

- Then find Beans
before he kills Rocco.

- Why?
It could be he's doing

what the US government
should be doing.

Come on.

It's been a long night.

- You're not liking me
too much today, are you?

- Well... heard the other side
of your life story.

- Not pretty.

But at least I know
you met with the feds.

- They want to pay you,
pick you up wherever you want.

- No pickup.
I walk in.

I don't wanna wear handcuffs
any longer than I have to.

- Why'd you do all this?

I mean, why didn't you just,
like, stay hidden

and send the money?

Seems like you got plenty of it.

- The... cash flow

stopped a couple years ago.

I'm old.
I'm broke.

I got no people left.

- Am I supposed to feel
sorry for you?

- I want you to do
what I paid you to do.

Keep me alive long enough
to sell my skin to the feds.

I'll make my end
if you make yours.

- You're a cold
son of a bitch, aren't you?

- You want warmth?
Buy an electric blanket.

Now, where else you gonna
stash me till the trade?

- You ever think
of selling timeshare?

- You had something to do
and you blew it.

It was a clean and simple hit.

Now, Rocco knows we're here.

The rules are out.

Snatch his kid.

Those other two broads
they're with, they'll lose them.

I'll be here for the finish.
You got it?

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- Yeah, got it.

- You wanna earn your money,
you're gonna have to come up

with Rocco's location again.

- Twice?
They're bound to catch on.

- It won't make a difference
once Rocco's dead.

Your problem now is if he lives.

- Could take a little time.
- I ain't got any time.

If the feds get to him
before I do and he turns,

I'll be spending the rest
of my life in an 8x8 cell

writing appeals on toilet paper.

- That'll never happen.
- What do you know?

You never did any time.

My brother sent you
to all the fancy schools

or out of the country.

You never even got
your hands dirty.

Well, he's dead now.

And if you still want
the fancy life,

it's time for you
to dip in, up to your elbows.

- You don't have
to get down on me...

- Just remember, you are family.

- I know, I know,
I'm your nephew.

I'll take care of things.

Blood is thicker than water.

- And there are a lot of things
thicker than blood.

And I'll bury you in some
of it if you let me down,

nephew or not.

- She looks beautiful.

- All brides are.

- Hey, did you ever think
of getting married?

- Every day.
- So?

- So, you get married first.

I would rather be
your maid of honor.

Hey, maybe we can talk

Joanna into doing it first.

Then we can both watch.

That's a good idea.

- Huh, apparently
she doesn't think

we look like brides either.

- Ah, Teresa, you look
absolutely beautiful.

Your father will be very proud.

- That's the last thing
in the world I'm concerned with.

- Obviously, it's not
a very nice thing to say

on an occasion like this.

- Well, this occasion
would be a lot more pleasant

if he had never shown up.

- He's offering to give you
everything he has... his life.

Maybe you should take it,

let him redeem
something of himself.

- Then he'll only be gone again.

I only knew him
as a very gentle man.

Vic also.

I never knew
what they really were,

and then I... I realized
I was just some part-time act...

That their life was really
all those horrible things

that were true.

My mother knew
and she hid it from me,

and I think that helped
her to die.

He can't make up for that.

- You can let him try.
You can let him think he did.

- He's going to jail.
You'll never see him again.

- Would you take it in
a little more right here?

Thank you.

- Hello?

It's Palo.

He wants to talk to you.
- No.

- Uh... she's in the middle
of something right now,

she can't talk.

- Where are you?
I'll come there.

- Oh, no, you don't.

You can't see the bride
in her dress

until the ceremony,
it's bad luck.

She's getting fitted
for her gown right now

and she looks spectacular.

- I understand.

Just tell her that I love her.

Will do.

- It's me, Palo.

I have a location for you.

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

- Here are some of
the goons for Lardo.

He's got a record
that's worse than our clients.

- Yep, we're definitely dealing
with the cream of the crop here.

At least there'll be
no winners this time.

Okay, run all
his known associates.

He's gotta have some dealings
with someone down here.

- Why would you say that?

- 'Cause he knows his way
around here too well.

Now, his people have
already showed up twice.

Now, how do they know
where to find us?

- The villa Teresa's staying at
is no secret.

- Yes, but the meeting
with the father,

that wasn't exactly
in the social column

of the newspaper.

- There's someone on the inside.

- Can't be Vic or his partner,

'cause they certainly
don't wanna commit suicide.

And there's Rocco.
So, who's left?

- Us, Teresa and...

- Yeah!

The boyfriend, Palo.
Run him.

Come on, you're in there.

- There it is.
His name crossed over.

That's Palo's father.

He shows on the list
of Mickey Bean's associates.

In fact, it's his brother!

Died in 1992, gangland hit.

- So, Palo is
Mickey Bean's nephew.

- Mickey Beans is Palo's uncle.

- Yeah.

Well, no wonder he knows
every move we make.

My next question
is does Teresa know about him?

- Oh, she couldn't,
she loves him.

- Yes, but she doesn't
love her father.

The way Cat and Nicole
are with her,

they're in more danger
than they know.

- I've been trying
to reach them.

The cell phone
won't go through to them.

Do you know where they are?

- No.
But I bet Palo does.

What's going on?

You, stop that!

- Listen, I'm gonna give you
just enough air

to answer one question.

Now, you've been
setting up Teresa, haven't you?

- Not her.
Him, bro, the father.

The father!

- Yeah?
What, you work for Mickey Beans?

- No, for myself.

Rocco had my father killed!

- Still no reason
to use Teresa, man.

- It's family.
It's family business.

- Yeah? Well, Cat and Nicole
are myfamily!

Now, where are they?!
They and Teresa?!

- It's too late.
- Maybe for you it is.

- Okay, okay!

They're at the bridal shop!

- Let's go.
Go!

- We're gonna meet them
in about an hour.

- That's them.

Wait for them to clear
and then take them.

I'll wait here for you.

- Ooh!

- Will you look at that?
- Nice.

- I love how it
fluffs out at the waist,

but I don't know if I want
something that is long,

or do I want...

- Any idea who they are?

- I think I'll leave them
off my guest list.

- Hey, I like her...

I hope for more
than a few more seconds.

- You're gonna hit him!
- Damn right I am.

- What do I do with 'em?

- Whoo, just, uh...
throw 'em in the back

with the rest of the garbage.

- Aah!

- Yep, he's done.

- Better late than never.

- Why are you
in there like that?

- It's a mistake,
they're wrong about me.

Let me loose and I'll explain.

- Leave him tied up
and I'll explain.

He's the nephew
of Mr. Mickey Beans.

He was using you to get
at your father.

- Nothing was against you...
just Rocco Centore.

You don't even wanna see him.

You hate him.
- He's still my father.

- And I'm your fiancé.

- Not anymore, you're not.

- No bridal gown?

- No shower?
- No wedding?

- You want him?

You take him.
- We did.

- Rocco said he'd step forward,

the minute you show confirmation

of one million dollars
being deposited

into his daughter's account
in the Bahamas.

- Yeah, we want him
in our hands first, okay?

- You know, it's funny,
he said the same thing.

- What if I say no?

- You won't.
You know you can't.

I've been in this game before.

Now, it's only a matter
of money.

- He's also willing to fly
back to the states with you

as a guest... no headlines,
no extradition hearings.

He's making you
an offer you can't refuse.

Deal?

- It's been a deal
for three hours now.

I was just taking a stab
at saving a million.

Where is he?

- You wanna shake hands?
Or cuff 'em?

- Ah, you get the cuffs
when we get back to the states.

- Is there anything
you wanna say to him

before they take him away?

- I don't know what to say.

I don't even know
what I'm feeling.

- Maybe some memories...

when you were young enough
to only know him as your father.

- I do remember.

He used to play
Cowboys and Indians with me.

He wanted to be John Wayne
all the time.

Said he had to be the Indian
in real life.

Now I know what he meant.

- Maybe it's time you told him.

- I love you, Pa.

- Me too, little pilgrim.

Me too.

Hey, don't go away.

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

I'd like a big
old-fashioned wedding.

Walk down the aisle, white gown,

bridesmaids... the works.

- Nobody asked you yet.

- Someone will.
Some day.

Don't you think so?
- Of course they will.

Someone, someday.

Be sure to check his family out
before you say yes.

- Better yet, marry an orphan.

- Hey, you really wanna
play it safe?

Sign a prenuptial annulment.

- There is no such thing.

- Well, just get a good lawyer.

They'll figure out
how to make one up.

Okay, forget it!

I'll be a bridesmaid
at your wedding, Nicole.

- You'll be an old lady by then.

- Why, didn't anyone
ever ask you to marry them?

- Of course.

Well, what happened?

- I woke up.

- What about you, Cat?

- I just can't picture myself
in a pure white dress.

Oh, maybe okra...
or... light beige.

- Okay, you guys are teasing me.

Everybody thinks about
their wedding day.

You're right.

I do.

- You?
- Yeah.

I'd wear white lace...
cut tight at the top...

- It's good.