Acapulco H.E.A.T. (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 18 - Code Name: Bucket of Blood - full transcript

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

- Aah!

- 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

- You son of a...

Come on!

- Where is the man
who was hit by the car?

He's gone.

And the address he gave
on the admission form

was a fake.

One of the orderlies says
it used to be a night club

near the slums.

It was our only hope.

- Sister, there are
all kinds of ways

to find a person.



But why do you want
this one so much?

Is it a religious thing?

It's his blood.

Now, all we need
is a pint or two.

- Of his blood?

- I've been in correspondence
with some doctors in the states,

and they're trying to
develop a cure

for a form
of childhood leukemia.

But there's an antibody they
haven't been able to synthesize.

This man, he... he had it
right there in his blood.

I've never seen
anything like it.

- So, you need his blood
to cure people.

- Just a little.

We can clone
all the antibodies we need

from a pint or two.

I... I know, it must sound
like science fiction.

But this process has been used
for years in microbiology.

- Well, let me get
this straight.

All you need is a pint
or two of this guy's blood?

- He won't even know it's gone.

- No shooting?
- No killing?

- Oh, no.

- Wow, just what
I always wanted.

A G-rated case.

- "No, señorita,
I don't see anything,

I don't hear anything."

Somebody jumps
through that window

and the manager doesn't
see anything?

I should go back in
and clean his watch.

- What?
- You know... bang!

- Oh, you mean "clock".
Clean his clock.

- Whichever.

- Listen, it's a hotel.

The manager's that way
because some of his customers

want him to be blind and dumb,
you know what I mean?

- Yeah.
He won't tell us anything.

We have a word for it in French.

- We have a dozen words
for it in English.

- Well, the poor guy
probably knew

he couldn't pay
his hospital bill,

so he gave a phony name
and address.

- Well, it makes perfect sense,
except for one little thing.

- What's that?

- This isn't a phony address.
It's a real place.

- What are you saying?

- Why didn't he just
make up a street address?

Would have been easier.

- I don't know.
But I bet you do.

- I'm working on it.

Perhaps I know.

- You know the man
from the hospital?

- Are you looking for him too?

- Questions, questions,

and we haven't even
introduced ourselves.

- Well, you first.

- After you, I insist.

Weinsist.

- It's getting a little
crazy here, you know,

we don't wanna
cause any trouble.

- We're just trying to help
some sick kids

and this man,
he might be able to...

- Sick children?
My dear.

We've only just met
and already you presume

to insult my intelligence?

- It's the truth.

Oh!

Whoo, about time, huh?

Bam.

- Señor, we understand
each other.

These women
are congenital liars.

So, why don't you tell me
who you are

and what are you doing here?

- Okay, it's like this...

- Tommy!
- Hey! Don't you talk to me...

- Aah!

- You got another clip,
don't you?

- This is supposed to be the one

we weren't gonna shoot anybody,
remember?

- Stay down.

- What a way to go.

That way. You, there.

- Lucky for you, we were just
in the neighborhood.

- Any idea who they were?

- Why don't we ask?

- When you talked
about shooting and killing,

I thought you were joking.

- We were... kind of.

- But obviously,
this guy you're looking for

has got some enemies.

- And we've got to find him
before they do.

- No, no, I've changed my mind.

I'm not going on with this.

- Look, Sister,
I understand how you feel.

All you're trying to do is help.

And now, two men are dead
and another's in critical con...

- And it's my fault.

- Would you mind answering
a question for me?

- What?

- How many kids die
every year of this disease?

No!

I mess up.

He's not gonna like this.

- What's he saying?

- He's delirious
from the anesthesia.

- He'll kill me.
He'll kill me.

- Who?
Who is going to kill you?

- Sister... is there gonna be
a priest coming?

- Yes, I've sent for one.

- There are things I've done.
Terrible things.

- Perhaps you can
make up for them now.

- How?

- Do you know the name
of the man

who was hit by the car?

- I do, but...

- Now is not the time
to hold back.

- Caesar...

- Well... it's a start.

- And a finish.

- Caesar...

- Percodan, Demerol.

Aspirin?

You bring me
this drugstore crap?

Any of you geniuses remember
what business I'm in?

Get me some of the good stuff.
Now!

Sabito.
- Caesar.

- Where are the others?

- Dead.

- They should have been
more careful.

They knew they were
going into a setup.

How else was I supposed
to find out

who was trying to kill me?

- They screwed up, that's all.

- Yeah.
So, who was it?

DEA? Federales?
Columbians?

- A man and three women.
Americans.

- A man and three women?

Sounds like
affirmative action to me.

And you know what that means?

- DEA?

- Had to have been.

They pay lip service
to law and order,

but they are not better than us.

So, the big mystery's solved.

- Looks that way.

- Wait a minute, Sabito.

We still got some
little mysteries to solve.

- Like what?

- Like who told the DEA
I'd be at that hotel.

- Don't know.

- Hm.

Maybe you and I
can figure it out together.

Now... it had to be someone
close to me, right?

Someone who knew
when I'd be at the hotel.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Or maybe they were just lucky.

- Yeah... luck.

Like you...
kind of.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, three men die
and you walk away

without a scratch?

That's lucky.

- No.
- No?

Is that what you're saying?

It's not luck?
- Caesar...

- Good, 'cause I don't think it
was luck, either.

Sabito.

Take him out.

Mm.

Now I feel better.

- Um, margarita, please.

- Make it two.

- Hello, Henry.

How are things at the agency?

- Oh, just fine.

How are things in your bedroom?

- No complaints.

- Now, don't be coy.
That's my job.

Don't you wanna know
why I'm being coy?

- No.

- It's because I know something
you want to know.

- I doubt that.

- Hmm.

It's about...

Caesar.

- I'm not impressed.

Somebody probably told you
I was looking,

and that's all you know.

- Oh yeah?
What about this, then?

His real name is
Juan Antonio Morales.

His brother's Jose Antonio.

Jive with what you know?

- Yeah... but every punk
in the street knows that.

- All right.

Caesar's just a nickname,
like "boss" or "king".

He picked it up
in the drug trade.

Am I doing better?

- A little.

- Hm.
Now, it's your turn.

What do you want with Caesar?

- Well, I need two pints
of his blood

for a medical research.

- Hey, you don't wanna tell me,
you don't have to.

But I'm not gonna say
anything else either.

- Henry, you've been
a spy so long,

you don't know the truth
when it bites you.

Now, what else
do you wanna tell me?

- Just stay away from him.
That's all.

- He's that dangerous?

- No... we are.

- Well, what do you mean?

- When I tell you
to stay away from this guy...

you've gotta trust me.

'Cause tomorrow
at breakfast time...

Caesar's gonna be the toast.

- The agency's gonna kill him?

- It's a drug war.

If you're anywhere
near the airstrip tomorrow,

you will be the jam
on Caesar's toast.

- You've given me
a lot to think about, Henry.

Now, would you mind taking
your hand out of my dress?

- Here's another airstrip.

How many does that make?

- Two, four, six.

- Couldn't you have gotten him
to tell you which airstrip?

- Now, that would have
taken me beyond the call.

Way beyond.

- I'm telling you, you're going
about this the wrong way.

- Oh!
Well, enlighten us.

- This is the register
of landowners.

Juan Antonio Morales' place...

right here.

Well, how are we
gonna handle this?

- You stay in the car.

We are less threatening.

- Little do they know.

- Then what?

- Simple... we'll tell them
the truth.

Good luck with that.

- As you people say,
honesty is the best poverty.

- It's "policy".

- Yes.

- Hey, I'm not threatening.

- Good morning,
we're here to see Señor Morales.

It's a matter of great urgency.

- Well, so much for honesty.

What would you like to try next?

A little white lie
or outright deceit?

Is that Morales in the car?

- It's him.

Señor, we're being followed.

- Lose them.

- See?
I told you.

We should have got a V8.

- Look, this is the only airport
in this direction.

- Okay.

- That's him.

- Ha!

Two years I haven't seen him.

Just before our mother died.

They wouldn't let him out
for the funeral.

- Hey!

- Do it.

- He hasn't changed.

- One Morales down...
one to go.

Come on.

- Get him!

Stay tuned,
the "Acapulco H.E.A.T" team

will be right back after this.

- Aah!

Come on, come on, come on.

- Come on.

- You'd rather be out there
with your friends, wouldn't you?

- It's that obvious, huh?

- Well, it doesn't take
a detective.

I'm very grateful
for their concern for me.

- I don't think it was just you
they were concerned about.

- Let's go.

- Perfect.

Bitch!

Span out, I want 'em!

Jake, Harry, go that way!

How's he doing?

- Not too good.
How much farther?

- Miles.

Hey, figured you'd talk
to your pal Henry,

kind of explain things?

- Oh, he's out of control.
I mean, the whole operation is.

They all think
they're John Wayne.

- Yes, and we are the Indians.

Hey, did you hear that?

I think they're gaining on us.

Tommy, take him for a sec.
Come on.

- Look, blood.

They'll be around here
somewhere.

- Okay, guys, I'm gonna look

and see if I can't find
any more of these friendlies.

- I know who you are now.

- You do?
- You're angels!

- Look, if we don't keep moving,
we're gonna end up being one.

- Follow the river.

I'll catch up with you guys
on the flipside.

- Can you get us to a hospital?
We've got a sick man.

- Sure, get in the back.

Not that sick!

- Believe it.
It's my gun.

- I don't feel comfortable
in hospitals.

People die there.

Now, throw you guns away.

- Listen, there's something
we need to talk to you about...

- There's something I have
to talk to youabout.

Now, throw them away and get in.

Now!

Uh-huh.

Hey, just relax, pops.

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em

and your eyes forward
and you'll be okay.

- Vamanos!
- Si, señor.

All right.

So, you are not DEA.

'Cause if you were, I'd be dead.

And for the same reason,
you can't be CIA either.

So, who the hell are you?

- Well, it's a long, long story.

- And they trust me
with some kinds of assignments,

but not others.

- Well, I'm sure
they have their reasons.

- No, they're underestimating
me, that's all.

I've had the best teachers
in the world... them.

- Go ahead.
Have some.

It's my way of apologizing.

All along,
you were doing God's work.

- Sometimes it happens that way.

- Yes, but imagine me
doing God's work too.

Me, a worthless street kid
from Tijuana.

That's why I got all this,
you know?

Trying to prove
I meant something.

But now, I find out
that I was special

from the day I was born,

and it was right here
in my veins!

That nun who you told me about,

the one who hired you,
have her come over now.

- You've lost a lot
of blood, you know.

- Maybe you should wait a while.

- Ladies, as you've seen,
I have many enemies.

If the sister
waits a day or two,

who knows what'll happen.

Call... and tell her
to come by herself.

I don't like strangers.

- So, Caesar, now that
you're doing God's work,

how do you feel about
your other work?

- You're saying
I should leave it?

- It's up to you.
- No, it's not.

A lot of people hate me,
and if I gave this up,

I'd be too easy
a target for them.

Besides, what else
am I free to do?

- She'll be here in an hour.

- Good.
Lock 'em up.

- Hey, what are you doing?
Are you crazy?

- Maybe...
but I'm not a fool like you.

I'm gonna meet this nun of yours
on my terms

and find out what
she really wants from me.

- I can't tell you how much
I appreciate this.

You and your friends
have done so much.

- I don't think
we're done yet, Sister.

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

- You better mention this
at your next confession.

- This is what we get
for helping people.

- Yep.
No good deed goes...

Unpunished.

- I know.
I was going to say that.

I was!

- Welcome, Sisters.

But you were supposed
to come alone.

- I... I can't drive.

May I please take
your blood now?

- Don't be in such a hurry.

Why don't you show me
what's in the case?

Seems authentic enough.

- It isauthentic.

- Needles.

- Can she start now?

- If you put a tiny drop
of some chemical on them,

or just a little virus, boom!

I'm dead.

- You may sterilize
the instruments yourself

if you like.

- Then there is this
two-pint thing.

What if you take more?

All I've got's eight.
Isn't that right?

- Yes... the average is eight.

But you don't need all that.

- The way people have been
trying to kill me lately,

I need all I have.

- Please, believe me,
we are not trying to kill you.

But if it would make you
feel more secure,

why don't you have
your own doctor draw the blood?

Someone you trust.

- Haven't you been listening?

There's nobody I trust!

Nobody!

All of you, out of here!

Not you, Sisters.

You know... I didn't
believe you at first.

Everyone lies to me.

But this is too crazy
not to be true.

- It is true.

- No!
- But...

- No, I'm not gonna do it.

- It's so little we're asking.

- It's still more
than anyone's ever done for me.

Maybe if there was some
money in it, huh?

- You aren't even human.

- You want me to show me
how human I am?

Aah!

Columbianos.
This is their style.

- What do they want?
- Everything I have.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

That's how I got mystart.

- Do you think it's the cavalry?

- Wouldn't bet on it.

In the old day, Sisters,

castles had little
inner stronghold.

A fortress inside a fortress.

This is mine.

Bulletproof, fireproof.

Got its own air, water,
food too.

And best of all...
there is TV.

Check all the rooms!

- Kick it in!

- Well... we better get to 'em
before they do.

- Aah!

- Shoot all you want, idiots!

Your friend saved us!
Huh!

You know, I could hold out
in here for days.

But all you want is a little bit
of my blood, right?

- Right.

- Still, I think I should get
something out of this... Sister.

- Don't you have any decency
in you?

- Ooh!

Whatever there is,
it's in my blood.

Come on, Sister.

For the children.

It's not that much
I'm asking for.

- Oh.

God, forgive me.

- Wait till after
we take his blood,

and make it a package deal.

- It'll take a lot of control
to stop at two pints.

- We couldn't ask for that much
forgiveness, could we?

We did it.

- What, you found religion?

- We got enough.
- Enough what?

- Blood.
We have the two pints

and it's more than enough.

- What about Caesar?

- He's resting.
He'll be all right.

- What do we do about him?
- Leave him here.

Cat can call her friend Henry
and he can do a clean up.

That's cold.

I like it.

- We should all pray for Caesar.

- He's gonna need
a lot more than that.

Don't go away.

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

- Ahh.

- Hey, Joanna,
you feeling any better?

- A little guilty.
- You shouldn't.

Caesar disappeared,
didn't he, haste-style,

not from giving blood.

- And think of all the good
that came out of it.

- Yeah, and all the people
you've influenced.

- I know, I know.

But back in Iowa,
we do things simpler.

- You stole blood in Iowa?

- Oh, yeah!
- All the time?

- Well, not always, um...
just sometimes at midnight

and when there was a full moon.

- People blood?

What is she talking about?

I lost something
in the translation.

- She's saying she's a vampire.

- It's true.

- I believe her.
She wouldn't lie.

Okay, Joanna.

Make like a bat and fly.

Ow!