Acapulco H.E.A.T. (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - Code Name: Death of a Friendship - full transcript

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"Acapulco H.E.A.T."...

♪ Ah, can you feel it?

♪ Burn inside

♪ Yeah

♪ Makin' me hazy

♪ Wet fingers touchin' mine

♪ Makin' me crazy

♪ Out on the street

♪ 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

Está vivo, he's alive!

Get a doctor!

He's alive!

- Who the hell could've
done this?

President Moncada's like the
most popular guy on the island.

- He's a politician.

He may be admired,
but he also has enemies.

- I wonder...

- What?



- Well, when he invited us here,
do you think that he maybe

had an idea something
like this might happen?

- Well, if he did,
I wish he would've told us.

I mean, we could have helped
protected him.

- Maybe he didn't know
who was out to get him.

- But you are guys
are his friends.

Surely, you must know someone
who didn't like him.

- I can't think of anyone
who'd try to assassinate him.

- What about before when you
and Cat were with the H.E.A.T.?

Were you not assigned
to protect Moncada?

- Oh, was that four years ago?

Yeah, about four years ago,

but we weren't here
to protect Moncada.

We were here to prevent a coup.

How is he?

- Still in a coma.

Doctors say he might not
ever come out of it.

- Don't worry.

He's as tough as they come.

He's gotta pull through,
believe me.

- Come on,
there's nothing we can do here.

What were you and Diane doing
in D.C., working together?

- No, I met her at one of those
upscale Washington parties.

I guess she was a legal eagle

for some hot lobbyist
on the Hill.

I only talked to her once,
but I did hear a lot about her.

She's supposed to be
a great lawyer.

- She's also
a drop dead knockout.

- Excuse me, sir.

But I do believe
your libido is showing.

- I hope that's all
that's showing.

- Go ahead, laugh it up.

I mean it, Diane Hudson's
a ten-plus.

Oh, God.

- Oh, God!

I have a gray hair.
- Where?

- Here, uh...

Where did it go?
Where did it go?

- Look, my dad turned gray
at 33.

Think what
I gotta look forward to.

It happens.

- Personally, I like men
with gray hair.

It makes 'em look...
so distinguished.

- On a woman,
it makes you look old, very old.

- Lines and wrinkles are old.

- Yes, but gray hair
is a road sign.

- Sorry I took so long.

I needed a major repair job.

- Whatever you did, it worked.

- Oh...

My gosh.

What a terrible day.

Thanks for sticking by my side.

Couldn't have made it
without your support.

- Glad to help.

- We'll stick around
as long as you need us.

- I appreciate that.

So would Diego...
President Moncada.

You know, he told me so much
about you guys,

I feel like we're old friends.

- You know, we could help you
find the people responsible.

- We'll... we'll check
with Interpol and CIA

and see if we can come
with a shopping list of P.A.'s.

- P.A.'s?
- Potential assassins.

- That won't be necessary.

St. Justine's
a small island

and its police force is
very efficient.

No one can land
or leave the island

without the authorities
knowing it.

We're gonna catch
those bastards.

And when we do...

- Ambassador,
nice to see you again.

- You too, Tommy.

Cat.
- Hi.

- And you must be
the new partners.

- Nicole Bernard,
nice to meet you.

- Hello.
- Joanna Barnes.

- Hello.

Well, as you already know,

things are pretty
hectic around here.

So let me get right
to the point.

The president is
still in a coma.

So, until we get some answers,

the vice president and I would
like... private security.

- And what about the men
who tried to kill him?

- Find them.

- Whatever you need, I mean,
personal, police cooperation,

criminal records, weapons,
they're yours.

- Well, you do realize
that we're not with
the coalition anymore.

- We're now a private enterprise
with expenses.

- I realize all that, yes.

And as the U.S. Ambassador,

I am authorized to pay you
anything you want.

- Just so you round up
these assassins

and turn them over to me.

Uh, the government.

- Oh, consider it done.

- Well...

in that case, let's go.

- I hope you're not
making a mistake.

- What was I supposed to do?

Order the Ambassador
not to hire them?

Besides, what harm can they do?

- Maybe a lot.
These people are good.

They're liable to come up
with something.

- Something like what?
Imaginary terrorists?

Or for rumors of another
attempted coup?

Oh, come on, Diana.
Let them poke around.

They'll find nothing.

They can only make me, uh, look
good in front of the people.

- I hope you're right.

Because the cartel I represent
does not look kindly

upon mistakes
or the people who make them.

Especially not for the kind of
money they're paying you.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Don't worry, Diane.

Don't worry about it.

You know...

when I'm in power...

you'll have the run
of the island.

And your friends,

yes, yourfriends,

they can sink wells
wherever they like.

Huh.

Till then, how do I look?

It's very important for me
'cause I'm, you know,

I'm going on the TV.

You know what for?

To calm the nation's
bleeding hearts.

- Have you come up
with anything yet?

- Unh-unh.

According to the CIA
and Interpol, none of these

terrorist groups are operating
in the Caribbean theater.

You think Cuba's behind this?

- It's doubtful.

Cuba's economy is crumbling,
so old Castro's trying

very hard to keep a low profile
just in case the U.S. decides

to turn a favorable cheek
his way.

- All quiet?

- Like an empty church.

Come on, why don't
I give you a ride home?

- Nah, that's okay.
I... I got a ride, thanks.

- In a presidential limo,
perhaps?

- That's cute.

Oh, by the way, I, uh...
got you a little something.

- What is it?

- Just a little reminder to, uh,

let you know I'm always
thinking of you.

- "Want to look younger?

Then rinse that tell-tale gray
hair away with Gray Away"?

Hey, it was only one hair.

And I'm not even sure
that I saw it.

- Uh... today's another day.

- Peso for your thoughts.

- Sorry...
for doing it again.

I just can't get over the fact
Diego might not ever recover.

- You must care for him
very much.

- I do.

But not in the way
that you think.

And certainly not in the way

that the television
and the press paint it.

- Then you're not his, um...
- No.

Most definitely not.

I'm more like his confidant.

Couldn't you tell that?

- Wasn't sure.

- I thought I made that very
clear the first time we met.

I'm finally making it clear.

- We may not have
the moon and the stars,

but we have the sun
and the ocean.

My private life is my own,
you know.

Nobody's gonna bother you
because you come home with me.

- I wouldn't care if they did.

- Oh?
- Look, I, uh...

I move at my own pace
when it comes to...

- Women.

- Just the ones I care for.

- So I've moved up a notch?

- Could be you're...
right up there.

- Well...

I'm not planning
on going anywhere.

Here is where the motorcade
crossed the plaza.

It's as good a place
as any to start looking.

- Dumb question?
- Uh-huh.

- What are we looking for?

Uh, I know that this
is not as exciting

as it seems in the movies,
and it's the boring,

down and dirty legwork that
captures most criminals, right?

- Right.

- So, tell me,
what are we looking for?

I don't know.

But I'll know it when I see it.

Hey, hey, hey, that's enough,
go, go away.

That's it!
- What?

- What we're looking for,
come on!

Señor!

Hold on.

Nothing here we can use.

You sure these are all you took?

Hmm.

Looks like my hunch was wrong.

I was so sure that
we would find something

that would lead us to...

Wait a minute.

- What?
Find something?

- What do you make of this?

Looks like she's holding
something in her hand.

- A gun?

- No, but it could
be a signal or something.

- But Diane is the president's
closest friend.

- Or wants everyone to think so.

- I had him make these blow-ups

so we could get a closer look
at what was going on.

See here?

Why is she looking back
like that?

And here?

This could be
some sort of device

that we cannot really
tell for sure.

I asked him to blow up this shot

in case we ever need to identify
the driver.

So, what do you think?

Pretty flimsy evidence, I admit.

- What evidence? All I see is
a woman talking to a chauffeur.

- You don't think she looks like

she's expecting something
to happen?

- What's your take on it?

- Well, I think
it could go either way.

I mean, as for this?

I mean, it... it could be
a triggering device.

But it could also
be a camera or a small purse.

I mean, it's impossible to tell
from a photo.

- Would you forget
the photos for a minute?

All right, why would Diane wanna
kill President Moncada?

Not only does he pay her
for legal counsel,

but he also happens
to be her best friend.

- If I knew that,
I wouldn't need these photos.

- Well, until you get some
real proof,

you better get a grip
on your imagination.

Quit trying to pin this
on an innocent person

and start looking
for the real guilty party.

- That iswhat I'm trying to do.

How about you?

- What, you're saying I'm
dogging it 'cause I like Diane?

- Yes, you're human.

- So is Diane.

Come on, guys.

Jumping on each other
is not gonna get us anywhere.

- Look, we're not getting
anywhere anyways.

- Well, I guess
I really touched a nerve, hmm?

- I think he cares a great deal
about Diane.

- I'm sure he does.

But that won't cloud
his judgment.

I've known Tommy a long time,
he's a pro.

He'll do the right thing.

All right, I'll go talk to him.

- You know, there's something
about the ocean.

No matter how you feel,

it always seems to calm
you down, you know?

- Not always.

Can't believe those two trying
to frame Diane like that.

- Nobody's trying
to frame Diane.

They just thought
she'd be a possibility.

But we didn't realize how
sensitive you'd be.

- You also didn't
say you could be wrong.

Are you politely saying
that you're right?

You know me better than that.

Politeness was never
one of my better qualities.

But I do think you should
just ask Diane

why she was looking back.

I mean, maybe she saw or heard
something that could help us.

- I'll think about it.

- You gotta do more than that.

- So you didn't see
anything at all

that would've
made you suspicious?

- Hmm.

Tell your partners all I saw

were crowds of happy,
cheering people.

- What about, uh...
what about your camera?

Did you take any pictures
with it?

- What camera?

- In the photo, it looked like
you were holding a small camera.

- All I had with me
was my purse.

I mean, it's kind of small
and square.

Why, would you like to see it?

- No, it's not necessary.

- There's nothing more
than I'd like than to help.

- We'll catch 'em.

You know, it's just a matter
of time, that's all.

- Well, I'm certainly glad
you didn't put me in handcuffs.

You are not a suspect, okay?

The guys were just wondering

why you were looking back,
that's all.

Ah, better go.

- Will you call me?

- Well, here I am.

- Look, I'm glad we were wrong
about Diane.

Personally, I, uh... like her.

- Me too.

We really weren't trying
to frame her, you know?

- I know, I know.

I shoulda just chilled out.

- You are forgiven for that.

It's the gray remover
I cannot forget.

- It works?

- So do tweezers.

- Okay, they're on their way.

Oh!

- What's their problem?
- I can't see their problem.

Whoa, get down!

- Who do you think they are?

- I don't know.

Get down!

You okay?

- This was no ordinary
drive-by shooting.

These two cowboys were waiting
for us at the side road.

- They came out like Dodge City.

- So you didn't recognize
either of them?

- Well...

the one driving did
look familiar.

I can't place
where I saw his face.

Wait a minute.

I scanned in these blow-ups
just so we could have 'em handy.

Here it is.

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

- Before you go ballistic,

we're not saying Diane had
anything to do with this.

- She is not responsible
for some jerk of a chauffeur.

- Whoa.

- All we're saying is

he was driving the car
that tried to...

- I said, whoa, whoa, whoa,
hold it.

- What?
- I'm not a fool, you know?

Meaning?

- Meaning, I gotta face it.

There couldbe a connection.

I hope there isn't, but...

Damn.

- Are you sure about this?

- Absolutely.

- Find him, pick him up.

Good work.

This may be the break we need.

- Look, I'd just like
to be there

when the police question him.

- Of course, you will.

- Well, what do you know?

- Find something?

- Diane's name on an Interpol
list of fraud suspects.

- When?
- Two years ago.

Hired as a legal consultant
by Dasco Enterprises.

- The oil conglomerate?

- Dasco was in an investigation
by the FBI

and the U.S. Attorney's office.

They were charged with swindling
the government

out of over $100 million.

And look at this.

- Hmm, tell me.
I'd rather hear it.

- Three months after
fraud charges were filed,

little Miss Diane deposited
a million pounds

to a bank account in London.

I don't think
it was a coincidence.

- But is there any proof?

- Wait, I'm looking.

Doesn't look like it.

She walked away.

- Keep trying, we need proof.

- Try to find some somewhere.

Well, here goes nothing.

Better not get too close.

Don't let 'em see you, Joanna.

- Okay, here it is.

- Hey, don't, don't, don't try
and talk, Mr. President.

Look... if you can,

just answer our questions
by nodding

or shaking your head, okay?

- Do you have any idea
who would want to kill you?

Did you see anyone suspicious
before or during the motorcade?

Okay.

This is what we wanna do.

Tommy, wait.

You're gonna see Diane, right?

- Don't worry, I'm not on
the fence about this anymore.

- I'm sorry.

- Ah, you know,
I'll get over it.

- Sure, but it still hurts,
I know, I've been there.

- What are you gonna tell her?

- I don't know, I'll let her
do the talkin', you know?

Hang herself.

But I was allowed to see Diego
when he was in a coma.

Why not now
when he's feeling better?

- Doctor's orders.

- Why?!

Is there something you know?

Is there something
you're not telling me, Tommy?

- Like what?

- Diego, he's getting better,
isn't he?

- Sure.
- Well, then why can't
I talk to him?!

- The doctor's afraid too much
talking might cause a relapse.

- Where the hell is Joanna?

- I don't know,
the last time I saw her,

she was sitting here using
her laptop.

- Isn't that...?

- Yes, it is.

He was driving Diane
in the motorcade.

He tried to run Joanna and me
off the road.

- Is the president okay?

- He is.

We're not.

- Well, our little scheme
worked.

Well, not really, they got away.

Not these four.

When Joanna decide to show up,

she can trace them
back to the others.

- Speaking of Joanna,
where is she?

- That's a good question, I...

- Yo.

Yeah, got it.

Diane.

- What does she want?

- She wants to see me.

Right away,
she's waiting at the beach.

- We'll go with you.

- No, that might scare her off.

- It might be a trap.

- Don't worry,
I'm way ahead of you.

- So what's the problem?

- I have some information
on who tried to kill Diego.

- Well, that'd be helpful,
what is, what is it?

- It's a picture of the assassin
right here.

- You know,
I was wondering how long

it was gonna take you
to catch on.

- Obviously,
a few minutes too long.

Stay tuned for more "H.E.A.T."

- I've known about you
for a while, I guess...

I just didn't wanna admit it.

- That's what I counted on.

Don't feel bad, Tommy, haven't
you heard, love is blind?

- Well, in your case,
so is loyalty.

Why, Diane?

I mean, I can accept the fact
that you used me.

It's what you do for a living.

Why Diego?

He was everything to you.

He helped you,
he was your best friend.

- He's also a stubborn,
idealistic fool who'd rather die

than sacrifice some stupid
wildlife sanctuaries.

I mean, the ecology,
a few lousy birds and animals.

That's all he cares about.

Well, his time's run out.

And Ortiz doesn't give a hoot
about ecology,

and soon he'll be
running the country.

- Ortiz, the vice president.

Oil well lighter
shoulda woke me up.

I should've realized.

- Nobody's perfect.

The race is over, it's too late,
it's over.

- Not quite.

- What? Acapulco H.E.A.T.?

Huh, that's no problem,
I have you and I have Joanna.

There's only two left.

- Joanna?

- She was nosing around with
a camera, so my men grabbed her.

Say good-bye, Tommy.

You were kind of special,
too bad.

- Ahh!

- I had Diane lined up
in my sights and I just...

couldn't pull the trigger.

Anything that happens to Joanna,
it's gonna be my fault.

- We'll find her.

- How?

This island is mostly
dense jungle.

I mean, Joanna could be
stashed anywhere.

I mean, without a lead, it could
be days, it could take weeks.

- Wait a minute.

Maybe we do have a lead.
Maybe Joanna left us one.

In her computer, of course!

- Exactly, her whole life's
devoted to it.

What she thinks, what she does.

I mean, this computer is her.

Maybe she left a trail
we can follow.

- It's worth a shot.

- I know Joanna was checking
into Diane's background.

I'll start with Diane
and see what I can come up with.

Dasco, of course.

She told me Diane was
a legal consultant for them.

- It's about oil?

We gotta find oil.

Oil, gunk.

Diane had it on her shoes twice.

So did those gunmen.

Had to be walking somewhere
where there's oil on the ground.

Only place it could be,
the wildlife sanctuaries.

- What about them?

- Diane said
that President Moncada

was a stubborn fool
about the ecology.

Someone who'd rather die
than sacrifice
the wildlife sanctuaries.

- So Dasco must wanna drill
there for oil.

- Okay, which sanctuaries?
There's lot of them.

In here.

Joanna accessed
all the Dasco files.

There must be something
on where the oil is.

Bingo.

Diane's there.

- We've gotta find out which
shack they've got Joanna in.

- We'd better find out
right now.

Or I don't give Joanna
much chance of surviving.

- Turn that damn thing off!

Turn it off!

I've worked my whole life
for this kind of a deal,

and I'm not gonna let
two morons screw it up now!

- Uh!

- Is this where you tell me

that I'm never gonna get away
with this?

- You're never gonna
get away with this.

- Good, how reassuring.

- You know, I...
I underestimated you.

- No, you know me.

- I suppose it's, uh,
too late to offer to cut you in.

I could, uh, make you all
very rich.

- Rich is good.

- How rich?

- Richer than
you've ever dreamed.

- Think of all the computers
I could buy.

- Yeah, yeah,
could I have a pony?

- Yeah, and a sailboat,
a blue one.

- I want a balloon and a date
with Christopher Lambert.

- You know, I'm serious.

- So are we.

- Tell you what,
I got a better idea.

You call the vice president.

And I'll tell the prosecutors
you were cooperative.

Is that your best offer?

- Don't forget the computers.
Lots of 'em.

- You already said that.

- I wanted to make sure.

- Call Ortiz.

What would you want me to say?

- Mr. President, I'm so glad
to see you're feeling better.

- I wonder if you'll feel
the same way

after you hear my speech.

- I'm afraid
I don't understand, sir.

- Then let me
spell it out for you.

You and Diane Hudson conspired
to kill me.

- Mr. President, that's not...

- Don't waste time
denying it, Carlos.

I have proof.

Diane Hudson's confession.

Now, once I tell the people
of this island

about your alliance
with Dasco Oil...

- That's right, you fool!

You just signed
your own death warrant!

- Wrong!

You just signed yours.

Hope you enjoy the view
from the prison.

Stay tuned for more
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."

- You are bad.

- I've been sitting here so long
waiting for Tommy.

It's a wonder
I did not really turn gray.

- And speak of the devil.

- Isn't that a gray wig?

I'm sorry.

- This is what happens
when you sit in the sun.

I'm thinking of suing you.

- Really?

Hey, look...

this might cheer you up, I...

- Oh, my God.

I knew Moncada would be
generous, but $300,000!

- Well, don't get too excited.

- Why?

- Well, it's St. Justine
dollars.

- Meaning?

- A little matter of inflation.

- How little?

- 500 to one.

- Some negotiator you are.

- Do you know how old
you're going to be

before I forgive you for this?

- I thought you were going
to tell me.

Right.

Can I get some service?!