Acapulco H.E.A.T. (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 16 - Code Name: Cumshaw - full transcript
A widow needs the team to prove her husband is really dead and not faking it, but their investigation reveals that the man has several other grieving wives.
Tonight on
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."...
- Come on!
♪ 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
- Let's go.
- Your call.
Go.
Okay, let's go.
Let's crack the door.
That's it.
All right, move it!
- Okay, okay.
Aha.
Yeah, these are the crates here.
All right, come on.
- Harry, somebody's coming.
- Leave it!
We gotta get out of here!
- Come on!
Faster!
- What's that?
Step on it!
- Well, unfortunately,
that's all for this afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.
But I'd like to thank you
very much
for supporting
the Acapulco H.E.A.T.
beach fashion's fashion show.
Please, an applause
for our lovely ladies.
Thank you, thank you.
Lovely girls.
- Well, thank you.
Is there something
I can do for you?
- Colonel Loomis.
This is Captain Rhodes.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
- Oh, well, there are a lot
of places we can talk, Colonel.
It sort of depends on
what you'd like to talk about.
- This is a matter
of some delicacy.
Someplace private
would be ideal.
- Hmm, well, in that case...
So what's up, Colonel?
- Are you familiar with
night vision gear?
- Some.
- Have you heard
about the N-Pack 4C?
- No, I don't think so.
- It's an infrared rifle scope,
state of the art.
Press the selector button,
the scope emits
a thin laser beam.
The beam's invisible
to the naked eye.
You need NV goggles to see it.
- NV goggles?
- Night vision.
- Until now, all night vision
scopes have relied
on cross-hairs for targeting.
4C is boresighted.
Press a button,
put the dot on the target,
and squeeze.
- Ten days ago,
a thousand M16s with 4C scopes
and a thousand pair of
NV goggles disappeared
from an armory in New Jersey.
Two days later, this man,
Gunnery Sergeant Harry Doyle,
was reported AWOL
from the armory.
- We have reason to believe
that the weapons
were transshipped to Cartagena.
- Why is that?
- Colombian farmer
outside Cartagena
discovered Gunnery Sergeant
Doyle's body in a compost heap
three days ago.
- Well, you just go directly
to the Colombian government.
- No, no, no, we'd like to keep
the matter sub rosa
for the time being.
Doyle wasn't working alone.
We're as anxious to find out how
the weapons were shipped
as we are to recover them.
- So what you're looking for
is a stalking horse?
- If you like, yes.
- Bait's a better word for it.
We don't come cheap, Colonel.
- So we've been told.
- All right.
- Here's Doyle's
service records.
And a number where one of us can
be reached 24 hours a day.
- Good hunting.
What is Andre Demalta
up to these days?
- Andre's dead.
Six months ago.
Heart attack.
- Really?
Didn't know he had a heart.
- What are you thinking, Tommy?
- What I'm thinking
is that you represent
a European mercenary group.
European.
Mmm, Belgium, maybe.
And you're looking
for night vision goggles.
And we need somebody in
the international arms business
to backstop it.
- What about Claude Perez?
- No, he's dead, too.
- Oh.
- How about Liam Graff?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Joanna, um, try and find
where Liam Graff is.
And get in touch with Interpol.
Talk to, um... Heidi.
Tell here we want to make up
the jacket from the cold,
nothing too fancy.
But just enough to be convincing
in case, you know,
somebody asks.
- What about you two?
Who do you want to be?
- Well...
Cat's backup, I'm the muscle.
- Well, how about you be
the backup and I be the muscle?
What?
- Well, you heard me.
- You want to arm wrestle
for it?
- Do you?
- Why don't you flip a coin
or something nicer?
- Tommy's why I can't.
Two men won't look good.
- Well, I know that.
Just don't like being told
what to do.
- Cat...
when Nicole poses
as a weapons buyer,
and I pose as her muscle,
would you mind covering
our backs, please?
- Yes.
Yes, I would, thank you.
That's much better.
- Okay.
Let's go, speed it up!
Speed it up!
- Come on.
Did you talk to Paco?
- At length.
- And how did he take it?
- Not well.
He sent us this.
- And what is this?
- I believe it's a body part.
- A sign of his unhappiness,
apparently?
- Apparently.
Do we know any more?
- Celia's checking into it.
- God bless her.
Vamos!
- Hey!
How's life treating you, Liam?
Yeah, Nicole needs a backstop.
That's right.
And I need a contact
in Cartagena.
No, we're buying.
That's right.
High-tech night vision gear.
All right, thanks, brother.
What is your name?!
- Nicole Carre.
Carre was my mother's
maiden name.
- Have you ever been in jail?
- I've been arrested twice,
but never convicted.
The first time was
three years ago,
the second was New Year's Eve,
last year.
I am suspected of dealings
in Africa and the Middle East.
- Country names.
- Algeria, Morocco, Yemen,
and Israel.
- You're real ecumenical.
- I don't play favorites.
- Known associates.
- Andre Demalta, deceased.
- Liam Graff?
- What about Ireland then?
You want me to add Ireland
to the list?
What do you think?
- She doesn't need Ireland,
she's got Liam.
Besides, Liam never did
business in Ireland.
- Okay.
What about distinguishing marks?
Do you want me to add
any like scars or tattoos?
- I don't plan
on getting undressed.
Good job.
- Hi.
Whoa.
Where's T.C. Doyle?
- Just over there, sir.
- T.C. Doyle?
Nicole Carre.
- Have a seat.
I understand we have
some friends in common?
- So I am told.
- Want to give me a name
I recognize?
It's okay.
- How long you been
in this business, T.C.?
- Long enough.
- Well, you should know better.
- So you're looking for some
rifles with night scopes.
How many are we talking?
- How many have you got?
- A hundred is minimum.
At five grand a pop.
- How about 300 at 3,000?
Not even close.
I couldn't go there,
not even on a whole load.
- What's the whole load?
- 500 pieces.
- 35 at 500.
- You are squeezing me.
This is state of the art
we are talking here.
- Nicole, Tommy!
- You all right?
- Yeah, are you?
- Yeah.
- She flew the coop.
- She what?
- She booked, she ran,
she skedaddled.
- Oh.
Speak English.
- You should talk.
- No.
Hit the road while we still can.
Hey, call the cops!
Call the cops!
I talked to Colonel Loomis.
He's on his way down.
He should be here some time
this afternoon.
Great. Just what we needed.
Hey, did you find anything about
that guy with the nose ring?
- Uh, yep.
Tony Delgado...
He worked for a small cargo
airline called Carabear.
He was a load master
and a maintenance foreman.
Anyhow, Carabear's
biggest client
is a charity called One World.
One World booked a flight
from Opa-locka to Santa Marta
five days ago, Tony was on it.
- Huh.
What do we know about One World?
- Not much.
- I'm doing a search now.
- How about the, uh, that flight
that Tony was on?
- According
to the cargo manifest,
it was carrying medical
supplies.
There's a new hospital
going up in Santa Marta.
- Hey, did you talk to Liam yet?
- Yes, I did.
He doesn't sound like
a very nice man.
- Well, what did he say?
- He said he liked my voice.
He wanted me to talk
dirty to him.
- Hey, did Liam tell you
how we could find T.C.?
- Uh, yeah, Cat and Nicole are
on the way to her place now.
Oh.
Here.
T.C.'s address.
Mr. Graff said
we should be careful.
He thinks somebody else may be
interested in the weapons.
- Huh, no kidding.
- That's what he said.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Don't move!
Put your guns down
or I'll shoot you!
I mean it.
Put your guns down!
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Turn around.
Put your hands behind your back.
Move away from each other.
I should kill you.
You killed Tony,
now you're gonna kill Moe.
- You're wrong, T.C.
It wasn't us.
- What?
Ahh!
- T.C., who's Moe?
- Tony's brother.
They came in, two of them.
They beat me up.
They made me tell them
where the rifles are.
And now they're gonna kill him!
- Where is he?
- With the rifles!
They've got a place
up the coast.
I'll make you a map.
- My, where did this baby
come from?
- Was part of the shipment
that came in last night.
I thought we'd give one to Paco.
Mollify him a little bit.
He's on his way.
- I have good news.
- For a change.
- Celia called.
They found the girl.
Her name is T.C. Doyle.
- Don't tell me her name.
Tell me you found the weapons.
- Relax, Angus.
The boys are on their way
to pick them up right now.
- Paco...
I realize you're upset,
but I can assure you...
- You assure me of delivery of
1,000 rifles with night vision.
You assure me
of 1,000 pair of goggles.
Your assurances are no good,
my friend.
- Only a matter of time now.
- How much time?
- I'd say within the hour.
- Why should I believe this?
- Because it's the truth, amigo.
- As a token
of our friendship...
and in appreciation
of yourpatience...
- Truth.
Friendship.
Patience.
It's a mile and a half, huh?
That's what she said, poor kid.
- You feel sorry for her?
- For what they did to her.
- She knew what she was doing.
- I don't think so.
I don't think any of them do.
- What, you feel sorry
for her, too?
- No, I don't.
She made a bad choice.
She's gonna pay for it.
- Here's your turn.
Put it down quick.
- Hey, looks like you're gonna
get rained on, too.
- Pay dirt.
- Not for him.
- Yee-hah.
Give me a name.
Come on.
- I'm sorry.
- Got enough work to do.
Stay tuned.
The "Acapulco H.E.A.T." team
will be right back after this.
- Who's he?
- Colonel Loomis.
T.C. Doyle.
Colonel?
What are you guys, cops?
- Not exactly.
- Where'd you get
the weapons, T.C.?
- It's like I told them.
Harry got 'em out of New Jersey
where he was stationed.
He said it was like
a cumshaw deal.
It's what they call it
when they rip something off.
A gift from Uncle Sam.
Tony used to work for Carabear.
He knew the shipping schedule.
- How did Harry get the weapons
from New Jersey to Carabear?
- I don't know,
in a truck I guess.
Tony and Moe were the ones
he set it up with.
Harry and I didn't talk
a whole lot, you know.
Not since we split up.
- Tommy, does the name Angus
Newman mean anything to you?
- No, why?
- His name and his number
came over the wire.
How about you, T.C.?
- Maybe.
- What do you mean, maybe?
- I mean, what's in it for me
if I do?
- What do you think?
- Well, I say cut her loose.
Put her back on the street.
- Wait a minute,
you can't do that.
They'll kill me.
- Who will kill you?
- I don't know!
I swear to God,
I never saw them before.
- Okay, all right, T.C.
Come on, drop you off back home.
- No, you can't do that!
All right, all right.
I don't know them,
I never met them,
but I heard a couple of names.
- Newman.
- Yeah.
Him and another guy,
somebody named Carter.
- It's that a first name
or a last name?
- I don't know,
all I heard was Carter.
Harry used to talk about them.
He said he was mad at Carter.
He said he was cheap.
That's all I know.
So, uh...
are you gonna help me out
or what?
- It's up to you, Colonel.
- What is this?
What are you doing?
Where are you taking me?
- To the airport.
You're going home, T.C.
- Home, where?
- Federal detention center.
Thanks a lot.
- It's better than
the alternative.
Yeah, uh, can you please
get me Angus Newman?
Yeah, tell him
it's a friend of T.C. Doyle.
Thank you.
- Those weapons belong to me.
- I'm afraid they did not.
- All right,
so what do you have in mind?
- Wait a minute, Frances.
- A business relationship.
Yeah, call it a...
a joint venture.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
And how do we know
you've really got the goods?
Pardon me.
- We represent the supplier
with access to a lot more
than rifles with night vision.
Deal with us.
We supply the hardware.
You provide transportation
and an equity position
in our operation.
- Who do you think we are,
middle men?
- Businessmen.
- Which nets us what?
- Thirty points off the top
of our retail.
- Thirty?
How about 40?
- How about 25?
- What about the rifles?
- No, they belong to us.
Like they say, finders keepers.
- Yeah, well, I'll have to talk
to my buyer.
So will I.
Person to person.
- Give me a name to check on
for reference.
- Liam Graff.
- I heard Liam retired.
- You heard wrong.
Hola, amigos.
What is the truth this time?
- It's in the bag.
So you let a woman speak
for you, huh?
- Her bona fides are good.
- What is he talking about?
- Interpol knows her.
- Ah.
So, tell me, why should
I do business with you?
- We have the rest
of the rifles.
- So you bring the rifle?
Do you bring goggles
and ammunition?
- Knock yourself out.
- Okay.
Carlos, make the room dark.
Got a meet set tomorrow.
- I don't suppose you know
where yet?
- Nope.
Carter said he'd call.
Any idea who he is?
- I faxed a copy to Washington.
You think he's part
of One World?
- I don't know, maybe.
I don't think so.
What about Carabear?
- Possible.
Anything else you need?
Uh, I'll let you know.
Let's just make sure the
Colombians are ready to roll.
- Hmm, I do now.
- Do you know how much
I resent being squeezed?
- How much, Angus?
- I still think we should have
taken out the middle men.
- What?
And lose our joint venture?
- You can't possibly be serious.
- No.
We'll take them out as soon
as the deal goes down.
They're amateurs, Angus.
Amateurs.
Relax.
- Attractive amateurs.
Two of them anyhow.
- You like them better
than this pair?
- Yeah.
This pair are not amateurs.
Yes, hello?
Celia!
How is Washington keeping you?
- It's keeping me fine.
I understand you've entered into
a partnership of some kind.
- It's only temporary.
- I see, and why is that?
- Um, actually, uh, uh,
Frances and I were just
discussing the matter.
Perhaps you'd like to talk
to him about it.
- Yes, I would.
- And, uh,
remind him for me, will you?
This time around, we ought to
pay for the services we expect.
- Celia.
- What's he talking about?
- Oh, it's no big thing.
Just a little bump in the road.
What's up?
- Where are you?
What's that noise I hear?
- Oh, that's just Angus,
he's, uh...
frolicking
with some of his friends.
- Can he hear your end of this?
- Oh, no.
What's up?
- We've got a problem.
Remember the people I told you
about from Acapulco H.E.A.T.?
The ones Loomis and I talked to?
- Yeah.
- They're the ones you're
doing business with.
Your joint venture partners.
- That is a problem.
- You're gonna have to take
them out, Frances.
Angus included.
Do you understand?
- Sure.
No sweat.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- You're coming down?
- On the early flight.
- Ah.
- So... how is she?
- She sounds pretty good.
She's flying down to celebrate.
She wants us to fly in
a supply of champagne.
Stay tuned for more
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."
- Again.
- A thousand M16s.
We have 600,000 rounds of 7.62.
Got 500 pounds of C4.
We, uh, we got the, uh, uh,
200 Claymores.
Got 20,000 9-millimeter rounds.
And, um, two dozen Stingers.
Newman.
Paco!
How wonderful to hear from you.
Yes.
Uh-huh.
That's... so funny, Paco.
Uh-huh.
Okay, yeah, all right,
I know the place.
Yes, yes, Paco, we'll be there.
- Our delivery to Paco
is scheduled for 1600 hours.
What time is Celia's plane
arriving?
- Uh, couple hours.
- Wouldn't she want
to be on hand?
- Well, you know Celia,
maybe she will, maybe she won't.
- Yeah, I... I do.
Pity she's so stiff.
She's not an unattractive woman.
What about the matter
of our new associates?
Have you given any thought
to them?
- They will be taken care of.
- Do I need to know how?
- Do you want to know?
- I suppose not.
Give my regards to Celia.
- I will do that.
You're familiar with the way
this works?
- Yeah.
- When everyone's in place,
key it twice, Major Lopez
and his men will move in.
Yeah.
- Mr. Newman just called.
You're supposed to meet him
three kilometers north
of the old pier
on the coast road.
There's a turnoff.
He said, be there by 3:30,
someone will meet you.
- Anything else?
- I'm not sure
it means anything,
but One World is owned by
the same company as Carabear.
The major shareholders include
Newman and Frances Carter.
That's Frances with an E-S.
Until three years ago,
Carter was a CIA station chief
in Costa Rica.
- Thanks.
Good work.
- Be careful.
- Why didn't you tell us
Carter was a spook?
- What difference does it make?
- Oh, "what difference
does it make?"
- Please, keep your voices down.
- Who else is involved in this?
Who are you covering for,
Colonel?
- No, no, no, I resent that.
It's not a question of covering.
You've been told everything
you needed to know.
- How would you like
to drive the truck?
- I beg your pardon?
- You heard her, Chief.
Look, you either tell us
what the hell's going on,
or you're on your own here.
- You can't mean that.
- Huh, see you around, Colonel.
Give our best to Washington.
- Oh, oh, oh.
Hold on, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
We've been aware
for some time now
that certain unofficially
sanctioned weapon consignments
are being transshipped.
But until Gunnery Sergeant Doyle
was killed,
until the link
to Carabear was established,
we were at a loss.
- So you knew about Carabear.
- Yes, but we had no proof.
- And what about One World?
- Again, no proof.
- Which brings us back
to Carter.
He's not in this alone, is he?
- Probably not.
No!
- And you are using us to
find out who else is involved.
- I never made a secret of that.
When Captain Rhodes and I
first hired you,
we were very clear.
You even said it yourselves.
What was the word
you used, Tommy?
Bait.
- Who is Carter working with?
- Want me to tell it, Colonel,
or do you want to?
Carter's been working with
Captain Rhodes.
- Is it true?
- Well, I'm afraid so.
But how did you know?
Well, let's see.
Somebody tipped the shooters to
our meeting with T.C. and Tony.
The same somebody tipped them
off to T.C.'s address.
Now, who else knew besides you
and Rhodes?
- Okay.
She knows who we are,
and we know who she is.
The question is, does she know
that we know?
- Colonel?
- No.
If she did,
she wouldn't be here.
Carter picked her up at
the airport about an hour ago.
All right, let's get this
over with.
- They're here.
You ride with them.
Let's go.
- Hey, you keep your eyes open.
I don't trust
these gringos, huh?
- Paco.
- Hey.
- What a pleasure.
- Where is your partner?
- Okay, they've arrived.
- Wait for my signal.
- Do you have my weapons?
- Do you have my money?
- Our money, kitten.
- Don't call me kitten.
This had better be good.
It is.
Heidi just called.
Someone ran a make on us
through Interpol.
- On Nicole?
- On all of us.
They used Interpol to access
our own computer.
- Send in the soldiers now!
- Move, move, move!
- Are you okay?
Somebody made us.
- Come on,
we'll go after Newman.
- Ahh!
Ooh, lucky me.
This is gonna be easy.
- Come on.
Let's go.
- What happened?
- They're waiting for us, Celia.
We got to move quickly now.
Sorry, Angus.
Hello, Nicole.
Cat.
- Doyle, Tony, Moe... Newman.
This was your operation
all along.
Which operation is that, Cat?
Angus Newman was
an arms smuggler.
When I confronted him,
he tried to get away.
I had no choice.
It's a pity you didn't get here
a little sooner.
- You and your pal Carter are
a couple of sick puppies.
- What are you doing?
You have no authority here.
And I have a plane to catch.
I have a report to file.
Now, if you will forgive me...
- I'm afraid not, Celia.
- Relax, Celia, you got
the rest of your life in jail
to file that report.
Stay tuned.
The "H.E.A.T." team
will be right back.
Hello. May I?
- Sure.
- Ooh, cash.
- We'd still like to keep
this sub rosa.
- Oh, Colonel, does that mean
you're not filing a 1099 on us?
- Well, you could put it
that way, yes.
- Yeah.
- Loosen up, "Coinel."
- Mum is the word.
- A sub rosa, what happens
to Rhodes and Carter?
- Well, that's a little
complicated.
Celia will be taking
an early retirement.
And as for Carter, there are
some in the Justice Department
who feel he's done his country
a service
now that Paco's dead.
- Some?
You mean there are others
who feel differently?
- I can't think of any, no.
- And in the meanwhile,
T.C. will go to prison?
- Well, only if someone decides
to make a public issue
of what happened.
- Another words...
- It is what you call
a quid pro quo for a sub rosa.
Something like that.
May I ask you a question?
- Shoot.
- How do you happen to know
men like Liam Graff?
- Oh, probably the same way
you know people like Rhodes
and Carter.
- This would make it
a long story?
Long enough.
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."...
- Come on!
♪ 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
- Let's go.
- Your call.
Go.
Okay, let's go.
Let's crack the door.
That's it.
All right, move it!
- Okay, okay.
Aha.
Yeah, these are the crates here.
All right, come on.
- Harry, somebody's coming.
- Leave it!
We gotta get out of here!
- Come on!
Faster!
- What's that?
Step on it!
- Well, unfortunately,
that's all for this afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.
But I'd like to thank you
very much
for supporting
the Acapulco H.E.A.T.
beach fashion's fashion show.
Please, an applause
for our lovely ladies.
Thank you, thank you.
Lovely girls.
- Well, thank you.
Is there something
I can do for you?
- Colonel Loomis.
This is Captain Rhodes.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
- Oh, well, there are a lot
of places we can talk, Colonel.
It sort of depends on
what you'd like to talk about.
- This is a matter
of some delicacy.
Someplace private
would be ideal.
- Hmm, well, in that case...
So what's up, Colonel?
- Are you familiar with
night vision gear?
- Some.
- Have you heard
about the N-Pack 4C?
- No, I don't think so.
- It's an infrared rifle scope,
state of the art.
Press the selector button,
the scope emits
a thin laser beam.
The beam's invisible
to the naked eye.
You need NV goggles to see it.
- NV goggles?
- Night vision.
- Until now, all night vision
scopes have relied
on cross-hairs for targeting.
4C is boresighted.
Press a button,
put the dot on the target,
and squeeze.
- Ten days ago,
a thousand M16s with 4C scopes
and a thousand pair of
NV goggles disappeared
from an armory in New Jersey.
Two days later, this man,
Gunnery Sergeant Harry Doyle,
was reported AWOL
from the armory.
- We have reason to believe
that the weapons
were transshipped to Cartagena.
- Why is that?
- Colombian farmer
outside Cartagena
discovered Gunnery Sergeant
Doyle's body in a compost heap
three days ago.
- Well, you just go directly
to the Colombian government.
- No, no, no, we'd like to keep
the matter sub rosa
for the time being.
Doyle wasn't working alone.
We're as anxious to find out how
the weapons were shipped
as we are to recover them.
- So what you're looking for
is a stalking horse?
- If you like, yes.
- Bait's a better word for it.
We don't come cheap, Colonel.
- So we've been told.
- All right.
- Here's Doyle's
service records.
And a number where one of us can
be reached 24 hours a day.
- Good hunting.
What is Andre Demalta
up to these days?
- Andre's dead.
Six months ago.
Heart attack.
- Really?
Didn't know he had a heart.
- What are you thinking, Tommy?
- What I'm thinking
is that you represent
a European mercenary group.
European.
Mmm, Belgium, maybe.
And you're looking
for night vision goggles.
And we need somebody in
the international arms business
to backstop it.
- What about Claude Perez?
- No, he's dead, too.
- Oh.
- How about Liam Graff?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Joanna, um, try and find
where Liam Graff is.
And get in touch with Interpol.
Talk to, um... Heidi.
Tell here we want to make up
the jacket from the cold,
nothing too fancy.
But just enough to be convincing
in case, you know,
somebody asks.
- What about you two?
Who do you want to be?
- Well...
Cat's backup, I'm the muscle.
- Well, how about you be
the backup and I be the muscle?
What?
- Well, you heard me.
- You want to arm wrestle
for it?
- Do you?
- Why don't you flip a coin
or something nicer?
- Tommy's why I can't.
Two men won't look good.
- Well, I know that.
Just don't like being told
what to do.
- Cat...
when Nicole poses
as a weapons buyer,
and I pose as her muscle,
would you mind covering
our backs, please?
- Yes.
Yes, I would, thank you.
That's much better.
- Okay.
Let's go, speed it up!
Speed it up!
- Come on.
Did you talk to Paco?
- At length.
- And how did he take it?
- Not well.
He sent us this.
- And what is this?
- I believe it's a body part.
- A sign of his unhappiness,
apparently?
- Apparently.
Do we know any more?
- Celia's checking into it.
- God bless her.
Vamos!
- Hey!
How's life treating you, Liam?
Yeah, Nicole needs a backstop.
That's right.
And I need a contact
in Cartagena.
No, we're buying.
That's right.
High-tech night vision gear.
All right, thanks, brother.
What is your name?!
- Nicole Carre.
Carre was my mother's
maiden name.
- Have you ever been in jail?
- I've been arrested twice,
but never convicted.
The first time was
three years ago,
the second was New Year's Eve,
last year.
I am suspected of dealings
in Africa and the Middle East.
- Country names.
- Algeria, Morocco, Yemen,
and Israel.
- You're real ecumenical.
- I don't play favorites.
- Known associates.
- Andre Demalta, deceased.
- Liam Graff?
- What about Ireland then?
You want me to add Ireland
to the list?
What do you think?
- She doesn't need Ireland,
she's got Liam.
Besides, Liam never did
business in Ireland.
- Okay.
What about distinguishing marks?
Do you want me to add
any like scars or tattoos?
- I don't plan
on getting undressed.
Good job.
- Hi.
Whoa.
Where's T.C. Doyle?
- Just over there, sir.
- T.C. Doyle?
Nicole Carre.
- Have a seat.
I understand we have
some friends in common?
- So I am told.
- Want to give me a name
I recognize?
It's okay.
- How long you been
in this business, T.C.?
- Long enough.
- Well, you should know better.
- So you're looking for some
rifles with night scopes.
How many are we talking?
- How many have you got?
- A hundred is minimum.
At five grand a pop.
- How about 300 at 3,000?
Not even close.
I couldn't go there,
not even on a whole load.
- What's the whole load?
- 500 pieces.
- 35 at 500.
- You are squeezing me.
This is state of the art
we are talking here.
- Nicole, Tommy!
- You all right?
- Yeah, are you?
- Yeah.
- She flew the coop.
- She what?
- She booked, she ran,
she skedaddled.
- Oh.
Speak English.
- You should talk.
- No.
Hit the road while we still can.
Hey, call the cops!
Call the cops!
I talked to Colonel Loomis.
He's on his way down.
He should be here some time
this afternoon.
Great. Just what we needed.
Hey, did you find anything about
that guy with the nose ring?
- Uh, yep.
Tony Delgado...
He worked for a small cargo
airline called Carabear.
He was a load master
and a maintenance foreman.
Anyhow, Carabear's
biggest client
is a charity called One World.
One World booked a flight
from Opa-locka to Santa Marta
five days ago, Tony was on it.
- Huh.
What do we know about One World?
- Not much.
- I'm doing a search now.
- How about the, uh, that flight
that Tony was on?
- According
to the cargo manifest,
it was carrying medical
supplies.
There's a new hospital
going up in Santa Marta.
- Hey, did you talk to Liam yet?
- Yes, I did.
He doesn't sound like
a very nice man.
- Well, what did he say?
- He said he liked my voice.
He wanted me to talk
dirty to him.
- Hey, did Liam tell you
how we could find T.C.?
- Uh, yeah, Cat and Nicole are
on the way to her place now.
Oh.
Here.
T.C.'s address.
Mr. Graff said
we should be careful.
He thinks somebody else may be
interested in the weapons.
- Huh, no kidding.
- That's what he said.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Don't move!
Put your guns down
or I'll shoot you!
I mean it.
Put your guns down!
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Turn around.
Put your hands behind your back.
Move away from each other.
I should kill you.
You killed Tony,
now you're gonna kill Moe.
- You're wrong, T.C.
It wasn't us.
- What?
Ahh!
- T.C., who's Moe?
- Tony's brother.
They came in, two of them.
They beat me up.
They made me tell them
where the rifles are.
And now they're gonna kill him!
- Where is he?
- With the rifles!
They've got a place
up the coast.
I'll make you a map.
- My, where did this baby
come from?
- Was part of the shipment
that came in last night.
I thought we'd give one to Paco.
Mollify him a little bit.
He's on his way.
- I have good news.
- For a change.
- Celia called.
They found the girl.
Her name is T.C. Doyle.
- Don't tell me her name.
Tell me you found the weapons.
- Relax, Angus.
The boys are on their way
to pick them up right now.
- Paco...
I realize you're upset,
but I can assure you...
- You assure me of delivery of
1,000 rifles with night vision.
You assure me
of 1,000 pair of goggles.
Your assurances are no good,
my friend.
- Only a matter of time now.
- How much time?
- I'd say within the hour.
- Why should I believe this?
- Because it's the truth, amigo.
- As a token
of our friendship...
and in appreciation
of yourpatience...
- Truth.
Friendship.
Patience.
It's a mile and a half, huh?
That's what she said, poor kid.
- You feel sorry for her?
- For what they did to her.
- She knew what she was doing.
- I don't think so.
I don't think any of them do.
- What, you feel sorry
for her, too?
- No, I don't.
She made a bad choice.
She's gonna pay for it.
- Here's your turn.
Put it down quick.
- Hey, looks like you're gonna
get rained on, too.
- Pay dirt.
- Not for him.
- Yee-hah.
Give me a name.
Come on.
- I'm sorry.
- Got enough work to do.
Stay tuned.
The "Acapulco H.E.A.T." team
will be right back after this.
- Who's he?
- Colonel Loomis.
T.C. Doyle.
Colonel?
What are you guys, cops?
- Not exactly.
- Where'd you get
the weapons, T.C.?
- It's like I told them.
Harry got 'em out of New Jersey
where he was stationed.
He said it was like
a cumshaw deal.
It's what they call it
when they rip something off.
A gift from Uncle Sam.
Tony used to work for Carabear.
He knew the shipping schedule.
- How did Harry get the weapons
from New Jersey to Carabear?
- I don't know,
in a truck I guess.
Tony and Moe were the ones
he set it up with.
Harry and I didn't talk
a whole lot, you know.
Not since we split up.
- Tommy, does the name Angus
Newman mean anything to you?
- No, why?
- His name and his number
came over the wire.
How about you, T.C.?
- Maybe.
- What do you mean, maybe?
- I mean, what's in it for me
if I do?
- What do you think?
- Well, I say cut her loose.
Put her back on the street.
- Wait a minute,
you can't do that.
They'll kill me.
- Who will kill you?
- I don't know!
I swear to God,
I never saw them before.
- Okay, all right, T.C.
Come on, drop you off back home.
- No, you can't do that!
All right, all right.
I don't know them,
I never met them,
but I heard a couple of names.
- Newman.
- Yeah.
Him and another guy,
somebody named Carter.
- It's that a first name
or a last name?
- I don't know,
all I heard was Carter.
Harry used to talk about them.
He said he was mad at Carter.
He said he was cheap.
That's all I know.
So, uh...
are you gonna help me out
or what?
- It's up to you, Colonel.
- What is this?
What are you doing?
Where are you taking me?
- To the airport.
You're going home, T.C.
- Home, where?
- Federal detention center.
Thanks a lot.
- It's better than
the alternative.
Yeah, uh, can you please
get me Angus Newman?
Yeah, tell him
it's a friend of T.C. Doyle.
Thank you.
- Those weapons belong to me.
- I'm afraid they did not.
- All right,
so what do you have in mind?
- Wait a minute, Frances.
- A business relationship.
Yeah, call it a...
a joint venture.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
And how do we know
you've really got the goods?
Pardon me.
- We represent the supplier
with access to a lot more
than rifles with night vision.
Deal with us.
We supply the hardware.
You provide transportation
and an equity position
in our operation.
- Who do you think we are,
middle men?
- Businessmen.
- Which nets us what?
- Thirty points off the top
of our retail.
- Thirty?
How about 40?
- How about 25?
- What about the rifles?
- No, they belong to us.
Like they say, finders keepers.
- Yeah, well, I'll have to talk
to my buyer.
So will I.
Person to person.
- Give me a name to check on
for reference.
- Liam Graff.
- I heard Liam retired.
- You heard wrong.
Hola, amigos.
What is the truth this time?
- It's in the bag.
So you let a woman speak
for you, huh?
- Her bona fides are good.
- What is he talking about?
- Interpol knows her.
- Ah.
So, tell me, why should
I do business with you?
- We have the rest
of the rifles.
- So you bring the rifle?
Do you bring goggles
and ammunition?
- Knock yourself out.
- Okay.
Carlos, make the room dark.
Got a meet set tomorrow.
- I don't suppose you know
where yet?
- Nope.
Carter said he'd call.
Any idea who he is?
- I faxed a copy to Washington.
You think he's part
of One World?
- I don't know, maybe.
I don't think so.
What about Carabear?
- Possible.
Anything else you need?
Uh, I'll let you know.
Let's just make sure the
Colombians are ready to roll.
- Hmm, I do now.
- Do you know how much
I resent being squeezed?
- How much, Angus?
- I still think we should have
taken out the middle men.
- What?
And lose our joint venture?
- You can't possibly be serious.
- No.
We'll take them out as soon
as the deal goes down.
They're amateurs, Angus.
Amateurs.
Relax.
- Attractive amateurs.
Two of them anyhow.
- You like them better
than this pair?
- Yeah.
This pair are not amateurs.
Yes, hello?
Celia!
How is Washington keeping you?
- It's keeping me fine.
I understand you've entered into
a partnership of some kind.
- It's only temporary.
- I see, and why is that?
- Um, actually, uh, uh,
Frances and I were just
discussing the matter.
Perhaps you'd like to talk
to him about it.
- Yes, I would.
- And, uh,
remind him for me, will you?
This time around, we ought to
pay for the services we expect.
- Celia.
- What's he talking about?
- Oh, it's no big thing.
Just a little bump in the road.
What's up?
- Where are you?
What's that noise I hear?
- Oh, that's just Angus,
he's, uh...
frolicking
with some of his friends.
- Can he hear your end of this?
- Oh, no.
What's up?
- We've got a problem.
Remember the people I told you
about from Acapulco H.E.A.T.?
The ones Loomis and I talked to?
- Yeah.
- They're the ones you're
doing business with.
Your joint venture partners.
- That is a problem.
- You're gonna have to take
them out, Frances.
Angus included.
Do you understand?
- Sure.
No sweat.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- You're coming down?
- On the early flight.
- Ah.
- So... how is she?
- She sounds pretty good.
She's flying down to celebrate.
She wants us to fly in
a supply of champagne.
Stay tuned for more
"Acapulco H.E.A.T."
- Again.
- A thousand M16s.
We have 600,000 rounds of 7.62.
Got 500 pounds of C4.
We, uh, we got the, uh, uh,
200 Claymores.
Got 20,000 9-millimeter rounds.
And, um, two dozen Stingers.
Newman.
Paco!
How wonderful to hear from you.
Yes.
Uh-huh.
That's... so funny, Paco.
Uh-huh.
Okay, yeah, all right,
I know the place.
Yes, yes, Paco, we'll be there.
- Our delivery to Paco
is scheduled for 1600 hours.
What time is Celia's plane
arriving?
- Uh, couple hours.
- Wouldn't she want
to be on hand?
- Well, you know Celia,
maybe she will, maybe she won't.
- Yeah, I... I do.
Pity she's so stiff.
She's not an unattractive woman.
What about the matter
of our new associates?
Have you given any thought
to them?
- They will be taken care of.
- Do I need to know how?
- Do you want to know?
- I suppose not.
Give my regards to Celia.
- I will do that.
You're familiar with the way
this works?
- Yeah.
- When everyone's in place,
key it twice, Major Lopez
and his men will move in.
Yeah.
- Mr. Newman just called.
You're supposed to meet him
three kilometers north
of the old pier
on the coast road.
There's a turnoff.
He said, be there by 3:30,
someone will meet you.
- Anything else?
- I'm not sure
it means anything,
but One World is owned by
the same company as Carabear.
The major shareholders include
Newman and Frances Carter.
That's Frances with an E-S.
Until three years ago,
Carter was a CIA station chief
in Costa Rica.
- Thanks.
Good work.
- Be careful.
- Why didn't you tell us
Carter was a spook?
- What difference does it make?
- Oh, "what difference
does it make?"
- Please, keep your voices down.
- Who else is involved in this?
Who are you covering for,
Colonel?
- No, no, no, I resent that.
It's not a question of covering.
You've been told everything
you needed to know.
- How would you like
to drive the truck?
- I beg your pardon?
- You heard her, Chief.
Look, you either tell us
what the hell's going on,
or you're on your own here.
- You can't mean that.
- Huh, see you around, Colonel.
Give our best to Washington.
- Oh, oh, oh.
Hold on, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
We've been aware
for some time now
that certain unofficially
sanctioned weapon consignments
are being transshipped.
But until Gunnery Sergeant Doyle
was killed,
until the link
to Carabear was established,
we were at a loss.
- So you knew about Carabear.
- Yes, but we had no proof.
- And what about One World?
- Again, no proof.
- Which brings us back
to Carter.
He's not in this alone, is he?
- Probably not.
No!
- And you are using us to
find out who else is involved.
- I never made a secret of that.
When Captain Rhodes and I
first hired you,
we were very clear.
You even said it yourselves.
What was the word
you used, Tommy?
Bait.
- Who is Carter working with?
- Want me to tell it, Colonel,
or do you want to?
Carter's been working with
Captain Rhodes.
- Is it true?
- Well, I'm afraid so.
But how did you know?
Well, let's see.
Somebody tipped the shooters to
our meeting with T.C. and Tony.
The same somebody tipped them
off to T.C.'s address.
Now, who else knew besides you
and Rhodes?
- Okay.
She knows who we are,
and we know who she is.
The question is, does she know
that we know?
- Colonel?
- No.
If she did,
she wouldn't be here.
Carter picked her up at
the airport about an hour ago.
All right, let's get this
over with.
- They're here.
You ride with them.
Let's go.
- Hey, you keep your eyes open.
I don't trust
these gringos, huh?
- Paco.
- Hey.
- What a pleasure.
- Where is your partner?
- Okay, they've arrived.
- Wait for my signal.
- Do you have my weapons?
- Do you have my money?
- Our money, kitten.
- Don't call me kitten.
This had better be good.
It is.
Heidi just called.
Someone ran a make on us
through Interpol.
- On Nicole?
- On all of us.
They used Interpol to access
our own computer.
- Send in the soldiers now!
- Move, move, move!
- Are you okay?
Somebody made us.
- Come on,
we'll go after Newman.
- Ahh!
Ooh, lucky me.
This is gonna be easy.
- Come on.
Let's go.
- What happened?
- They're waiting for us, Celia.
We got to move quickly now.
Sorry, Angus.
Hello, Nicole.
Cat.
- Doyle, Tony, Moe... Newman.
This was your operation
all along.
Which operation is that, Cat?
Angus Newman was
an arms smuggler.
When I confronted him,
he tried to get away.
I had no choice.
It's a pity you didn't get here
a little sooner.
- You and your pal Carter are
a couple of sick puppies.
- What are you doing?
You have no authority here.
And I have a plane to catch.
I have a report to file.
Now, if you will forgive me...
- I'm afraid not, Celia.
- Relax, Celia, you got
the rest of your life in jail
to file that report.
Stay tuned.
The "H.E.A.T." team
will be right back.
Hello. May I?
- Sure.
- Ooh, cash.
- We'd still like to keep
this sub rosa.
- Oh, Colonel, does that mean
you're not filing a 1099 on us?
- Well, you could put it
that way, yes.
- Yeah.
- Loosen up, "Coinel."
- Mum is the word.
- A sub rosa, what happens
to Rhodes and Carter?
- Well, that's a little
complicated.
Celia will be taking
an early retirement.
And as for Carter, there are
some in the Justice Department
who feel he's done his country
a service
now that Paco's dead.
- Some?
You mean there are others
who feel differently?
- I can't think of any, no.
- And in the meanwhile,
T.C. will go to prison?
- Well, only if someone decides
to make a public issue
of what happened.
- Another words...
- It is what you call
a quid pro quo for a sub rosa.
Something like that.
May I ask you a question?
- Shoot.
- How do you happen to know
men like Liam Graff?
- Oh, probably the same way
you know people like Rhodes
and Carter.
- This would make it
a long story?
Long enough.