Acapulco H.E.A.T. (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Code Name: The Killing Club - full transcript
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♪ 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
- Okay, Hank, before we do this,
I've got to ask you something.
- Ask away.
- Promise you won't get mad?
You're not married or anything?
- Or anything?
- Come on, tell me the truth.
Are you?
- No, I'm not.
I don't even have
a steady girlfriend.
At the moment.
- You poor thing.
You really are all alone
in this world.
- A regular orphan.
Come on.
It's cheap...
but it's cold.
Angie?
- Are you gonna run
the two miles with her too?
- Five.
That is definitely a minimum
five-mile-a-day body.
She is dedicated.
- Five miles.
It's more like she's crazy.
- Maybe.
But a little insanity
in my life...
could be a good thing.
- You already have that
in your life.
Wipe your chin.
You're drooling.
- I do five miles.
I don't look like that.
You're Tommy, you're Cat.
I was told I'd find you here.
My name is John Bright.
I'm a friend of Arthur Trinale.
- Oh.
Served in the Gulf together.
- It's where I got my wheels.
- Well, what can I do for you,
Mr. Bright?
- My nephew Hank
has disappeared.
I'd like you to...
find him for me.
He's a sailor.
He left Acapulco six weeks ago
for Robert's Island.
- Good-looking guy.
- Well, what makes you think
he disappeared?
I mean, maybe he changed
his plans,
sailed off
to a different island.
- He'd have let me know.
He works for me.
He has responsibilities.
Hank's in trouble, I know it.
- What kind of trouble,
Mr. Bright?
- He is not involved in drugs.
He's not a criminal.
I'd look for him myself,
but I don't travel
as comfortably as I used to.
I need your help, and...
and I'm willing to pay for it.
- We're not cheap.
- That's an acceptable price
for me.
- All right, Mr. Bright.
We'll see what we can do.
- Thank you.
- Hello there.
- Hi.
It's a nice boat, is it yours?
- I wish.
I'm just the hired help.
I clean, my partner
does varnish work.
In case you're interested,
yours could do
with a little TLC.
- You're right about that,
but she's not mine.
In fact,
I'm looking for the owner.
He's about my age, Hank Bright?
- Sorry.
You a cop?
- No, just a friend
of the family.
- Too bad, I like cops.
You wanna make believe?
Thanks.
Maybe some other time.
What about this owner,
is he around?
- He's in Europe.
You know, I've got a set of
handcuffs back at my place.
You could arrest me,
and then I'd be your prisoner.
- Maybe later.
- Promise?
- Yeah, sure.
Well, thanks for, uh...
your help.
- Anytime.
- Friendly Robert's Island.
Yes, you have found me.
I'm the Chief of Police,
what can I do for you?
- Missing person,
Hank Bright, you seen him?
- Uh, sure you won't have
something?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.
- Ah, one of life's pleasures.
Robert's Island
is full of 'em, huh?
- Yeah.
- Well...
the good news
is that Hank Bright
has not been in any trouble
that I know of.
The bad news, I'm afraid,
is that unless or until he is,
there's really not much
we can do for you
other than keep our eyes open.
- Couldn't you send some men
to check out the town?
- Unfortunately, we're
a significantly small force
on a reasonable, large island.
We simply don't have the power
to launch a search.
And even if we did,
the interior is undeveloped.
There are no roads to speak of
and, well,
there's still the ocean.
- Right.
Well, you wouldn't mind
if I, uh, poked around
a little on my own, would you?
- None whatsoever.
Tell me...
what do you do when you're not
doing a favor for a friend?
- I'm in retail,
a little shop in Mexico.
Thanks for your help,
Lieutenant.
- Uh, where are you
staying on the island?
In the event Mr. Bright
does turn up.
- Cabana Shores.
- Well, I trust you don't think
we're being indifferent
to your problem.
You see,
not only are we undermanned,
we're underpaid as well.
- Well, you seem to be doing
okay for yourself, Lieutenant.
- Yes, I am.
I always do.
Yeah, nothing so far.
His boat's still here
but nobody seems to know
where he is or what happened
to him.
- Anything we can do?
- Yeah, have Joanna
find out what she can
about Robert's Island.
Then have her run a name check
on a Michael Brill
and a Bobby Minh.
Now, Brill's an American,
uh, 5'9",
mid to late 40s.
170, 175, dark hair,
kind of talks...
like a cowboy with a diploma.
Now, Minh, I haven't met yet.
- Will do.
So, what's up?
- I don't know, maybe nothing.
Brill's a local cop with money
and, well, Minh, it seems
is the head honcho
of the island.
- Well, you okay on your own?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Door's open.
Look, say hey to Nicole
and tell Joanna
to get back to me as soon
as possible, all right?
Bye.
- Don't tell me,
you have a family.
- Well, friends.
- Oh, good.
This is my partner Terri,
the one who does varnish work.
We didn't catch you
at a bad time, did we?
I mean, you're not with anyone,
are you?
- No, I...
How'd you know where to find me?
- It's a small island.
- Hmm.
- I felt maybe if Terri
had a look at the picture
of your friend, she might
recognize him
and, um, we could help you look.
- Yeah, sure.
- You got anything to drink?
- Yeah, there's a mini-bar
over there, help yourself.
- Is it okay
if I have the white wine?
- Yeah, be my guest.
- How 'bout you,
do you want anything?
- Um, a beer would be great,
thanks.
- Ah.
- Robert "Bobby" Minh.
29 years old, born in Saigon.
Mother: May Lee Minh,
brothel keeper,
opium dealer, deceased.
Father: Samuel X.,
for Xavier Connors.
U.S. citizen, University
of Chicago, blah-blah-blah.
Cultural attaché,
U.S. Embassy, Saigon.
Bobby's daddy was a spook.
Also deceased.
- I've been holding for... yes.
No, there's no answer.
What?
Oh, I said there's no answer.
What?
Oh, how the hell should I know?
They wanna know
if his phone's out of order.
I'm sorry, can you say
that again?
Okay.
He's in trouble.
- What kind of trouble?
- Well, his things
are still in his room,
but he hasn't checked out.
But the maids say that
unless he's making his own bed,
he hasn't been back
since sometime yesterday.
And there's nothing wrong
with his phone.
- Tommy never made
a bed in his life.
- Exactly.
- Bobby Minh is a man
of many talents.
According to INTERPOL,
he's been the prime suspect
in a half dozen money laundering
operations
involving banks in Europe
and the Caribbean...
A trade he apparently learned
at his mother's knee.
He retired at 26 and bought
himself an island, St. Cecil,
and renamed it after himself.
- Hm, Robert's Island.
- You said many talents.
Money is one,
what are the others?
- Well, let's see.
He was a member of
the U.S. Junior Archery Team
until he accidentally...
Emphasis added...
Killed a teammate.
He's a third-degree black belt
in Taekwondo
and he plays the recorder.
- What does the "emphasis added"
part mean?
- It was a hunting accident.
Opening day of bow season,
no witnesses.
- Is there anything else?
- He's a humanitarian.
When he bought St. Cecil,
it was a pretty depressed place.
He's built a school, a hospital
and a tourist hotel.
The Cabana Beach?
- What about the cop, Brill?
- Nothing yet.
- Well, what do you think?
- I think we should visit
Robert's Island.
- Will we need
a visa or something?
- Maybe just an escape route.
- Hey, look at this.
- What is it?
- A syringe cover.
Can I help you ladies?
- Uh, yeah, there used
to be a boat here
called Year of the Dragon.
Do you know what happened to it?
- Who wants to know?
- I do.
It belongs to my brother.
Well, actually,
it's my step-brother.
- Uh-huh.
Is he a good looking guy,
uh, brown, wavy hair
and about this height?
- Oh, no, Hank's about...
Well, he's dark hair
but he's got a crew cut.
Well, at least he did
the last time we saw him.
Oh, um, we're sisters.
- Really?
And that makes you what,
uh, the girlfriend?
- The fiancée.
- Ah.
- Have you seen Hank?
- All I can tell you is what
I told the other guy.
Not since ten days ago.
- The other guy?
- Yes.
- So, he was about this tall,
brown hair, good looking.
- Yeah, yeah, that's the one.
- So, what happened to his boat?
- My boat.
- Your boat?
You just told me
that you're the fiancée?
- We trust each other, we share.
- Ah.
Well, they came for it
about this time yesterday.
- Who came?
- Who do you think?
Some of Bobby Minh's boys.
Look, I told your fiancée
when he tied up here.
Slips go by the week
with a three-day grace period.
And yesterday was the deadline.
I can show you the copy
of my contract if...
- That's okay, uh,
so Bobby Minh has the boat.
- Yes.
- I'd like to talk to him.
- Well, that's not easy.
He's a very private person.
So, if you wanna talk to Bobby,
I think you gotta go to visit
his place up the coast.
But you gotta have
an invitation.
- How do we get one of those?
- The only person I know
that has a relationship
with Bobby is Lieutenant Brill.
It's our local police department
over there.
- Maybe you should wait
for us back at the hotel.
- No way, I'm part of the team.
I'm one of the step-sisters,
remember?
We're related.
- She's got a point.
- Okay.
Uh, how do you think
we should play this?
- Why not just tell the truth?
We're looking for our brother
and his boat.
- My boat.
- It's not your boat.
- He's not your brother.
- Oh, yeah.
- Let us do the talking.
- Lieutenant Brill?
- Let's go.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, where am I?
- You're with us now,
and we have to keep moving.
- Ho, ho, ho.
- What? What?
- Hank Bright.
- Yeah.
Do we know each other?
- Yeah, I've been hired
to find you.
- Well, you found me.
What next?
- All right, all right, look.
I'll lead 'em that way.
You guys go... that way.
- All right, go.
- Hey, whoa, whoa,
where is he going?
- He can run a lot faster
than us, let's go.
- Take an ear for a trophy.
I'm going back to the villa.
- How did all this happen?
- I don't know.
I met a girl in a bar.
A place called Sandy's.
She asked me
if I liked to party.
- A blonde named Angie?
- Yeah... Angie.
Next thing I knew,
I woke up here.
Eddie and his buddy Simon
found me.
Pretty much like we found you.
- Jeez...
Looks like a puncture wound.
- An arrow.
The guys with the dogs
use bows and arrows.
- They what?
- This part of the island's
a hunting preserve.
About a mile or so in,
there's a fence.
Guard dogs, razor wire,
the whole deal.
- What happened to Simon?
- They got him...
three days ago.
- All right, all right,
come on, they're on the move,
let's go, let's go.
- No, I can't. My leg, man.
- Hey, this isn't about
your leg, man,
it's about your life, come on.
Up, up.
Let's go.
♪ Touch me, touch me
♪ Touch me
♪ Touch me, touch me
♪ Touch me
♪ I'm still burning...
- I don't see Tommy.
- Oh, he'll be around somewhere.
Why don't you make
yourselves comfortable?
I'll go find Mr. Minh
and come back.
- Wouldn't it be fun to have
a place like this someday?
- Not if you have to do
dirty laundry to pay for it.
- There's that.
- Besides, the pool
is too small.
- You think so?
- Yeah, either that
or the house is just too big.
- Too big and the wrong color.
- And there's not much
of a view either.
- Okay, okay, that's enough.
You're right,
big house, little pool,
beautiful people having fun
in the sun.
I'd hate that.
- Everyone is looking at you.
- Why are they wearing jackets
in this weather?
Because they have
guns under them.
And some of my guests
don't like looking at guns.
Welcome.
I'm Bobby Minh.
I understand you're looking
for your step-brother Hank.
- Oh, yeah, do you happen
to know where he is?
- I'm afraid not.
There's someone else
looking for him as well.
Perhaps you'd like
to compare notes.
You didn't happen to see Tommy
when you came in, did you?
- No, I didn't.
- Maybe he's roaming
around the property.
He may have taken an interest
in the kennels.
Dogs are my new passion.
Keep your forearm straight.
Archery is my old passion.
But you know that
about me already.
- How would we know that
about you?
- Oh, I thought
perhaps Lieutenant Brill
might have said something.
- Where's Tommy?
What'd you do with him?!
- I'm not exactly sure
at the moment.
But it shouldn't be long
before he's spotted.
Till then, I'll have to consider
restocking.
- What are you talking about?
- Ladies, this way.
You people aren't
the only ones with computers.
When someone executes
a file search on me
I like to know
who it is and why.
Try to get some rest
'cause you're gonna need it.
- Then you better do something
about those dogs.
- Oh, you'll get used to them,
believe me.
By this time tomorrow,
you're going to be running
from them
instead of listening to them.
- "Acapulco H.E.A.T."
will be right back.
- Good morning, ladies.
Because I'm a sporting man,
I'm going to give you
a 30-minute head start.
- What do you mean?
Why do we need a head start?
- Do you want to tell her
what it's called?
Don't worry.
- What's going on?
- It's called
"The Most Dangerous Game."
- Very good.
You have 30 minutes.
I suggest you use them all.
There are five targets
out there.
I expect you to spot them
and herd them in my direction.
They belong to me.
You will shoot them
only if they are about to escape
from the island.
There'll be special rewards
for those that do the best work.
- We need a plan.
- No kidding.
- We need to find
something sharp.
Rocks, sticks, anything.
- Hear it?
- Yeah, we still
have a few minutes.
- I mean the ocean.
Let's go towards the beach.
Maybe we can find
some driftwood or something.
There's nothing here.
- That's a good plan.
- Well, hi, Tiger.
Cat, Nicole.
This is Hank.
- Hi.
- And I guess
since you're all here,
you probably know
what's going on.
- Yeah, we're dog food.
- Let's get to the beach,
unless you have a better idea?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I do.
Let's go.
Good boy, good boy.
Good doggie, good boy.
That's a good boy.
The trick is never run.
- I'll try to remember that.
- Hank.
Don't.
Tommy?
- It's not my play.
Uh-uh.
Get up.
Come on, go-go-go-go.
- Seems I have found
a worthy adversary.
Good things come
to those who wait.
Two, this is One, come in, Two.
Two, this is One.
One, come in, Two.
Two, this is One.
- Uh, Two ran into
a little trouble.
Which one are you?
- Tommy, is that you?
Congratulations.
I had no idea
you had such resources.
Where are you now?
- Right behind you.
- Are you alone?
- Not at the moment.
- Neither am I.
But I will be.
If you're good enough,
I will be.
Rules have changed.
They're anyone's kill now.
- Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. Team
will be right back.
- Copy that, I'll check it out
right away, sir.
- Okay, let's try
and take these guys alive.
- Give me a week and I'll try
and figure out a reason why.
- Well, they could tell us
what kind of security devices
Minh has on the estate.
Okay, you two stay put.
And don't do anything
I wouldn't do.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
- How's your leg?
- It's fine.
- Can I tell you something?
- Sure.
- I'm glad you didn't kill him.
- I wanted to.
But I couldn't,
I didn't know how.
- That's why I'm glad.
- Cat.
- Yeah, we're not gonna know
what the security arrangements
are now.
- Oh, ho, ho.
Smoke grenades, flashbangs.
- Stay.
Take your sunglasses off.
- You mind if I ask why?
- I need to see your eyes.
We've lost contact
with the preserve.
- Hmm.
That's interesting.
- I'm glad you feel that way.
- Any idea how much time
we've got?
- Not a lot would be my guess.
See to the men, will you?
I'll be upstairs if you need me.
- There's no motion detectors.
There's too much natural
movement to work.
- They'll have
surveillance cameras.
There's bound to be
a control room.
It's gotta be there.
- Ow, ooh.
- Yeah.
Okay, Joanna and I are gonna
take out the power.
Nicole, you and Cat
position yourselves.
Now, as soon as the power
goes out, we move.
You come in behind
your smoke and your flashbangs.
Look...
if we don't make it back,
you head for the beach.
All set?
All right.
- I'm at checkpoint seven.
Take a break.
- All right, good work.
Now...
- Don't say it.
You want me to wait here.
- Not here, over there,
and don't argue with me.
- I'm not arguing.
Why would I argue?
I'm an important member
of the team,
and my job is to stand here
and guard an unconscious man
until you get back.
- You can wake him up
if you want.
- I'm glad you made it.
Are, uh, any of my people
still alive?
- Still looking for Brill.
- Just him?
- Oh, and the girl.
- What do you think of me,
Tommy?
Do you have an opinion?
I'd really like to know.
- Oh, yeah.
- What is it?
- You're one sick puppy, man.
- Do you think
I have a death wish?
- Yeah.
- Do you have one?
- Nope.
- Where did you learn
your craft?
- Which one?
- The one you're practicing now.
- Ah, here and there.
- Are you familiar with... aah!
- You know...
you talk too much.
- Why didn't you just shoot him?
- It's okay,
I needed the workout.
There's gotta be some authority
we can call.
- How about him?
- Oh, I already sent a message
to the mainland.
- How did you do that?
- Do you really wanna know?
No.
- You know, I would've done
this one for noting.
- I wouldn't let you.
You all deserve much more.
- Whoops.
- Hey, where's Hank?
- He's paying for the champagne.
- Speaking of which,
you don't suppose he and Joanna
got lost, do you?
- How far did they have to go?
- Not far,
and they are not lost.
- You can get in shape
just watching her.
- Why don't you
go up and say hello?
- He's chicken.
- Ah, she looks friendly.
- Have a little guts, boy.
- I told you, he's chicken.
Uh-oh.
Atta boy.
- They make a nice couple.
- They're not a couple yet.
They just met.
- I don't mean anything like,
you know, meaningful.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's just nice to see
two people together.
Like you two.
- The chicken
becomes the rooster.
"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
- Okay, Hank, before we do this,
I've got to ask you something.
- Ask away.
- Promise you won't get mad?
You're not married or anything?
- Or anything?
- Come on, tell me the truth.
Are you?
- No, I'm not.
I don't even have
a steady girlfriend.
At the moment.
- You poor thing.
You really are all alone
in this world.
- A regular orphan.
Come on.
It's cheap...
but it's cold.
Angie?
- Are you gonna run
the two miles with her too?
- Five.
That is definitely a minimum
five-mile-a-day body.
She is dedicated.
- Five miles.
It's more like she's crazy.
- Maybe.
But a little insanity
in my life...
could be a good thing.
- You already have that
in your life.
Wipe your chin.
You're drooling.
- I do five miles.
I don't look like that.
You're Tommy, you're Cat.
I was told I'd find you here.
My name is John Bright.
I'm a friend of Arthur Trinale.
- Oh.
Served in the Gulf together.
- It's where I got my wheels.
- Well, what can I do for you,
Mr. Bright?
- My nephew Hank
has disappeared.
I'd like you to...
find him for me.
He's a sailor.
He left Acapulco six weeks ago
for Robert's Island.
- Good-looking guy.
- Well, what makes you think
he disappeared?
I mean, maybe he changed
his plans,
sailed off
to a different island.
- He'd have let me know.
He works for me.
He has responsibilities.
Hank's in trouble, I know it.
- What kind of trouble,
Mr. Bright?
- He is not involved in drugs.
He's not a criminal.
I'd look for him myself,
but I don't travel
as comfortably as I used to.
I need your help, and...
and I'm willing to pay for it.
- We're not cheap.
- That's an acceptable price
for me.
- All right, Mr. Bright.
We'll see what we can do.
- Thank you.
- Hello there.
- Hi.
It's a nice boat, is it yours?
- I wish.
I'm just the hired help.
I clean, my partner
does varnish work.
In case you're interested,
yours could do
with a little TLC.
- You're right about that,
but she's not mine.
In fact,
I'm looking for the owner.
He's about my age, Hank Bright?
- Sorry.
You a cop?
- No, just a friend
of the family.
- Too bad, I like cops.
You wanna make believe?
Thanks.
Maybe some other time.
What about this owner,
is he around?
- He's in Europe.
You know, I've got a set of
handcuffs back at my place.
You could arrest me,
and then I'd be your prisoner.
- Maybe later.
- Promise?
- Yeah, sure.
Well, thanks for, uh...
your help.
- Anytime.
- Friendly Robert's Island.
Yes, you have found me.
I'm the Chief of Police,
what can I do for you?
- Missing person,
Hank Bright, you seen him?
- Uh, sure you won't have
something?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.
- Ah, one of life's pleasures.
Robert's Island
is full of 'em, huh?
- Yeah.
- Well...
the good news
is that Hank Bright
has not been in any trouble
that I know of.
The bad news, I'm afraid,
is that unless or until he is,
there's really not much
we can do for you
other than keep our eyes open.
- Couldn't you send some men
to check out the town?
- Unfortunately, we're
a significantly small force
on a reasonable, large island.
We simply don't have the power
to launch a search.
And even if we did,
the interior is undeveloped.
There are no roads to speak of
and, well,
there's still the ocean.
- Right.
Well, you wouldn't mind
if I, uh, poked around
a little on my own, would you?
- None whatsoever.
Tell me...
what do you do when you're not
doing a favor for a friend?
- I'm in retail,
a little shop in Mexico.
Thanks for your help,
Lieutenant.
- Uh, where are you
staying on the island?
In the event Mr. Bright
does turn up.
- Cabana Shores.
- Well, I trust you don't think
we're being indifferent
to your problem.
You see,
not only are we undermanned,
we're underpaid as well.
- Well, you seem to be doing
okay for yourself, Lieutenant.
- Yes, I am.
I always do.
Yeah, nothing so far.
His boat's still here
but nobody seems to know
where he is or what happened
to him.
- Anything we can do?
- Yeah, have Joanna
find out what she can
about Robert's Island.
Then have her run a name check
on a Michael Brill
and a Bobby Minh.
Now, Brill's an American,
uh, 5'9",
mid to late 40s.
170, 175, dark hair,
kind of talks...
like a cowboy with a diploma.
Now, Minh, I haven't met yet.
- Will do.
So, what's up?
- I don't know, maybe nothing.
Brill's a local cop with money
and, well, Minh, it seems
is the head honcho
of the island.
- Well, you okay on your own?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Door's open.
Look, say hey to Nicole
and tell Joanna
to get back to me as soon
as possible, all right?
Bye.
- Don't tell me,
you have a family.
- Well, friends.
- Oh, good.
This is my partner Terri,
the one who does varnish work.
We didn't catch you
at a bad time, did we?
I mean, you're not with anyone,
are you?
- No, I...
How'd you know where to find me?
- It's a small island.
- Hmm.
- I felt maybe if Terri
had a look at the picture
of your friend, she might
recognize him
and, um, we could help you look.
- Yeah, sure.
- You got anything to drink?
- Yeah, there's a mini-bar
over there, help yourself.
- Is it okay
if I have the white wine?
- Yeah, be my guest.
- How 'bout you,
do you want anything?
- Um, a beer would be great,
thanks.
- Ah.
- Robert "Bobby" Minh.
29 years old, born in Saigon.
Mother: May Lee Minh,
brothel keeper,
opium dealer, deceased.
Father: Samuel X.,
for Xavier Connors.
U.S. citizen, University
of Chicago, blah-blah-blah.
Cultural attaché,
U.S. Embassy, Saigon.
Bobby's daddy was a spook.
Also deceased.
- I've been holding for... yes.
No, there's no answer.
What?
Oh, I said there's no answer.
What?
Oh, how the hell should I know?
They wanna know
if his phone's out of order.
I'm sorry, can you say
that again?
Okay.
He's in trouble.
- What kind of trouble?
- Well, his things
are still in his room,
but he hasn't checked out.
But the maids say that
unless he's making his own bed,
he hasn't been back
since sometime yesterday.
And there's nothing wrong
with his phone.
- Tommy never made
a bed in his life.
- Exactly.
- Bobby Minh is a man
of many talents.
According to INTERPOL,
he's been the prime suspect
in a half dozen money laundering
operations
involving banks in Europe
and the Caribbean...
A trade he apparently learned
at his mother's knee.
He retired at 26 and bought
himself an island, St. Cecil,
and renamed it after himself.
- Hm, Robert's Island.
- You said many talents.
Money is one,
what are the others?
- Well, let's see.
He was a member of
the U.S. Junior Archery Team
until he accidentally...
Emphasis added...
Killed a teammate.
He's a third-degree black belt
in Taekwondo
and he plays the recorder.
- What does the "emphasis added"
part mean?
- It was a hunting accident.
Opening day of bow season,
no witnesses.
- Is there anything else?
- He's a humanitarian.
When he bought St. Cecil,
it was a pretty depressed place.
He's built a school, a hospital
and a tourist hotel.
The Cabana Beach?
- What about the cop, Brill?
- Nothing yet.
- Well, what do you think?
- I think we should visit
Robert's Island.
- Will we need
a visa or something?
- Maybe just an escape route.
- Hey, look at this.
- What is it?
- A syringe cover.
Can I help you ladies?
- Uh, yeah, there used
to be a boat here
called Year of the Dragon.
Do you know what happened to it?
- Who wants to know?
- I do.
It belongs to my brother.
Well, actually,
it's my step-brother.
- Uh-huh.
Is he a good looking guy,
uh, brown, wavy hair
and about this height?
- Oh, no, Hank's about...
Well, he's dark hair
but he's got a crew cut.
Well, at least he did
the last time we saw him.
Oh, um, we're sisters.
- Really?
And that makes you what,
uh, the girlfriend?
- The fiancée.
- Ah.
- Have you seen Hank?
- All I can tell you is what
I told the other guy.
Not since ten days ago.
- The other guy?
- Yes.
- So, he was about this tall,
brown hair, good looking.
- Yeah, yeah, that's the one.
- So, what happened to his boat?
- My boat.
- Your boat?
You just told me
that you're the fiancée?
- We trust each other, we share.
- Ah.
Well, they came for it
about this time yesterday.
- Who came?
- Who do you think?
Some of Bobby Minh's boys.
Look, I told your fiancée
when he tied up here.
Slips go by the week
with a three-day grace period.
And yesterday was the deadline.
I can show you the copy
of my contract if...
- That's okay, uh,
so Bobby Minh has the boat.
- Yes.
- I'd like to talk to him.
- Well, that's not easy.
He's a very private person.
So, if you wanna talk to Bobby,
I think you gotta go to visit
his place up the coast.
But you gotta have
an invitation.
- How do we get one of those?
- The only person I know
that has a relationship
with Bobby is Lieutenant Brill.
It's our local police department
over there.
- Maybe you should wait
for us back at the hotel.
- No way, I'm part of the team.
I'm one of the step-sisters,
remember?
We're related.
- She's got a point.
- Okay.
Uh, how do you think
we should play this?
- Why not just tell the truth?
We're looking for our brother
and his boat.
- My boat.
- It's not your boat.
- He's not your brother.
- Oh, yeah.
- Let us do the talking.
- Lieutenant Brill?
- Let's go.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, where am I?
- You're with us now,
and we have to keep moving.
- Ho, ho, ho.
- What? What?
- Hank Bright.
- Yeah.
Do we know each other?
- Yeah, I've been hired
to find you.
- Well, you found me.
What next?
- All right, all right, look.
I'll lead 'em that way.
You guys go... that way.
- All right, go.
- Hey, whoa, whoa,
where is he going?
- He can run a lot faster
than us, let's go.
- Take an ear for a trophy.
I'm going back to the villa.
- How did all this happen?
- I don't know.
I met a girl in a bar.
A place called Sandy's.
She asked me
if I liked to party.
- A blonde named Angie?
- Yeah... Angie.
Next thing I knew,
I woke up here.
Eddie and his buddy Simon
found me.
Pretty much like we found you.
- Jeez...
Looks like a puncture wound.
- An arrow.
The guys with the dogs
use bows and arrows.
- They what?
- This part of the island's
a hunting preserve.
About a mile or so in,
there's a fence.
Guard dogs, razor wire,
the whole deal.
- What happened to Simon?
- They got him...
three days ago.
- All right, all right,
come on, they're on the move,
let's go, let's go.
- No, I can't. My leg, man.
- Hey, this isn't about
your leg, man,
it's about your life, come on.
Up, up.
Let's go.
♪ Touch me, touch me
♪ Touch me
♪ Touch me, touch me
♪ Touch me
♪ I'm still burning...
- I don't see Tommy.
- Oh, he'll be around somewhere.
Why don't you make
yourselves comfortable?
I'll go find Mr. Minh
and come back.
- Wouldn't it be fun to have
a place like this someday?
- Not if you have to do
dirty laundry to pay for it.
- There's that.
- Besides, the pool
is too small.
- You think so?
- Yeah, either that
or the house is just too big.
- Too big and the wrong color.
- And there's not much
of a view either.
- Okay, okay, that's enough.
You're right,
big house, little pool,
beautiful people having fun
in the sun.
I'd hate that.
- Everyone is looking at you.
- Why are they wearing jackets
in this weather?
Because they have
guns under them.
And some of my guests
don't like looking at guns.
Welcome.
I'm Bobby Minh.
I understand you're looking
for your step-brother Hank.
- Oh, yeah, do you happen
to know where he is?
- I'm afraid not.
There's someone else
looking for him as well.
Perhaps you'd like
to compare notes.
You didn't happen to see Tommy
when you came in, did you?
- No, I didn't.
- Maybe he's roaming
around the property.
He may have taken an interest
in the kennels.
Dogs are my new passion.
Keep your forearm straight.
Archery is my old passion.
But you know that
about me already.
- How would we know that
about you?
- Oh, I thought
perhaps Lieutenant Brill
might have said something.
- Where's Tommy?
What'd you do with him?!
- I'm not exactly sure
at the moment.
But it shouldn't be long
before he's spotted.
Till then, I'll have to consider
restocking.
- What are you talking about?
- Ladies, this way.
You people aren't
the only ones with computers.
When someone executes
a file search on me
I like to know
who it is and why.
Try to get some rest
'cause you're gonna need it.
- Then you better do something
about those dogs.
- Oh, you'll get used to them,
believe me.
By this time tomorrow,
you're going to be running
from them
instead of listening to them.
- "Acapulco H.E.A.T."
will be right back.
- Good morning, ladies.
Because I'm a sporting man,
I'm going to give you
a 30-minute head start.
- What do you mean?
Why do we need a head start?
- Do you want to tell her
what it's called?
Don't worry.
- What's going on?
- It's called
"The Most Dangerous Game."
- Very good.
You have 30 minutes.
I suggest you use them all.
There are five targets
out there.
I expect you to spot them
and herd them in my direction.
They belong to me.
You will shoot them
only if they are about to escape
from the island.
There'll be special rewards
for those that do the best work.
- We need a plan.
- No kidding.
- We need to find
something sharp.
Rocks, sticks, anything.
- Hear it?
- Yeah, we still
have a few minutes.
- I mean the ocean.
Let's go towards the beach.
Maybe we can find
some driftwood or something.
There's nothing here.
- That's a good plan.
- Well, hi, Tiger.
Cat, Nicole.
This is Hank.
- Hi.
- And I guess
since you're all here,
you probably know
what's going on.
- Yeah, we're dog food.
- Let's get to the beach,
unless you have a better idea?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I do.
Let's go.
Good boy, good boy.
Good doggie, good boy.
That's a good boy.
The trick is never run.
- I'll try to remember that.
- Hank.
Don't.
Tommy?
- It's not my play.
Uh-uh.
Get up.
Come on, go-go-go-go.
- Seems I have found
a worthy adversary.
Good things come
to those who wait.
Two, this is One, come in, Two.
Two, this is One.
One, come in, Two.
Two, this is One.
- Uh, Two ran into
a little trouble.
Which one are you?
- Tommy, is that you?
Congratulations.
I had no idea
you had such resources.
Where are you now?
- Right behind you.
- Are you alone?
- Not at the moment.
- Neither am I.
But I will be.
If you're good enough,
I will be.
Rules have changed.
They're anyone's kill now.
- Stay tuned, the H.E.A.T. Team
will be right back.
- Copy that, I'll check it out
right away, sir.
- Okay, let's try
and take these guys alive.
- Give me a week and I'll try
and figure out a reason why.
- Well, they could tell us
what kind of security devices
Minh has on the estate.
Okay, you two stay put.
And don't do anything
I wouldn't do.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
- How's your leg?
- It's fine.
- Can I tell you something?
- Sure.
- I'm glad you didn't kill him.
- I wanted to.
But I couldn't,
I didn't know how.
- That's why I'm glad.
- Cat.
- Yeah, we're not gonna know
what the security arrangements
are now.
- Oh, ho, ho.
Smoke grenades, flashbangs.
- Stay.
Take your sunglasses off.
- You mind if I ask why?
- I need to see your eyes.
We've lost contact
with the preserve.
- Hmm.
That's interesting.
- I'm glad you feel that way.
- Any idea how much time
we've got?
- Not a lot would be my guess.
See to the men, will you?
I'll be upstairs if you need me.
- There's no motion detectors.
There's too much natural
movement to work.
- They'll have
surveillance cameras.
There's bound to be
a control room.
It's gotta be there.
- Ow, ooh.
- Yeah.
Okay, Joanna and I are gonna
take out the power.
Nicole, you and Cat
position yourselves.
Now, as soon as the power
goes out, we move.
You come in behind
your smoke and your flashbangs.
Look...
if we don't make it back,
you head for the beach.
All set?
All right.
- I'm at checkpoint seven.
Take a break.
- All right, good work.
Now...
- Don't say it.
You want me to wait here.
- Not here, over there,
and don't argue with me.
- I'm not arguing.
Why would I argue?
I'm an important member
of the team,
and my job is to stand here
and guard an unconscious man
until you get back.
- You can wake him up
if you want.
- I'm glad you made it.
Are, uh, any of my people
still alive?
- Still looking for Brill.
- Just him?
- Oh, and the girl.
- What do you think of me,
Tommy?
Do you have an opinion?
I'd really like to know.
- Oh, yeah.
- What is it?
- You're one sick puppy, man.
- Do you think
I have a death wish?
- Yeah.
- Do you have one?
- Nope.
- Where did you learn
your craft?
- Which one?
- The one you're practicing now.
- Ah, here and there.
- Are you familiar with... aah!
- You know...
you talk too much.
- Why didn't you just shoot him?
- It's okay,
I needed the workout.
There's gotta be some authority
we can call.
- How about him?
- Oh, I already sent a message
to the mainland.
- How did you do that?
- Do you really wanna know?
No.
- You know, I would've done
this one for noting.
- I wouldn't let you.
You all deserve much more.
- Whoops.
- Hey, where's Hank?
- He's paying for the champagne.
- Speaking of which,
you don't suppose he and Joanna
got lost, do you?
- How far did they have to go?
- Not far,
and they are not lost.
- You can get in shape
just watching her.
- Why don't you
go up and say hello?
- He's chicken.
- Ah, she looks friendly.
- Have a little guts, boy.
- I told you, he's chicken.
Uh-oh.
Atta boy.
- They make a nice couple.
- They're not a couple yet.
They just met.
- I don't mean anything like,
you know, meaningful.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's just nice to see
two people together.
Like you two.
- The chicken
becomes the rooster.