All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S03E10 - Sheriffs of Rivertown (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

(male narrator)
In 1972,
a crack commando unit...

was sent to prison
by a military court...

for a crime
they didn't commit.

These men promptly escaped...

from a maximum-security
stockade...

to the Los Angeles
underground.

Today,
still wanted
by the government...

they survive
as soldiers of fortune.

If you have a problem,
if no one else can help...

and if you can find them...

maybe you can hire
the A-Team.

[gun firing]

My wife and kids
are coming in
from the States.

Sent me
a letter yesterday.

Yeah, I haven't seen
that little guy of mine
in over a year.

I haven't seen
my daughter
in eight months.

Her birthday
was yesterday.

I get my bonus
at the end
of this month.

I'm gonna find her
the biggest, furriest
teddy bear I can.

Thanks.

You're not
clocking out yet,
boys.

Seems like there's
some unfinished work
to be done.

We just finished working
10 straight hours.

Company rule says
that you can't put in
more than 10 hours.

You're forgettin'
one thing, Joe.

We're the company
out here.

And every now and then,
we change the rules.

Now, there's work
to be done at Tunnel Eight.
Let's go.

Tunnel Eight?

We're not diggers,
we're machinists.

Hey, this is crazy.

[groaning]

Tunnel 8.
What's going on here?

Move!

(Nikki)
* Once more with love *

* Maybe we'll get it right
this time *

* And we can make
this moment shine *

* Once more with love *

* Once more with love *

* Baby, this time
we'll make it last *

* Once more with love *

* Don't let our second chance
slip past *

* Once more with love *

* Maybe we'll get it right
this time *

* And we can make
this moment shine *

* Once more with love *

[people applauding]

*[rock music playing]

Lady Luck is with me
again today, boys.

Is there room
for another lady
at your table?

[explosions]

What was that?

I guess there's
a cave-in.

[siren blaring]

Tunnel Eight.
We lost seven men.

Seven?

(Flint)
Kalish was in with them.

Well, can't you
do anything?

An explosion
and fire like that?

By the time we put it out,
there won't be a trace...

not even the bodies.

Kalish was
a real good machinist.

That's gonna be
a loss.

(Boyle)
Ante up.

First a hot dog vendor,
then a bait salesman,
now a cleaning lady, huh?

Please sit.

We weren't sure
you were coming.

And I'm supposed
to be someplace,
you can make book on it.

Have a cigar.

Mr. Lee said
that you were
extremely cautious.

But let me assure you,
we do not work
for the military...

and we are sincere...

in our plea for help
from the A-Team.

As I told Mr. Lee...

our oil company
is engaged...

in a joint venture
with the government
of San Marcos...

to build
a hydraulic power plant.

And when
it's completed...

it will provide more than
half of the electrical power
to South America.

Now we currently...

employ over
600 workers
on the project.

We have erected
a temporary city
on the site...

to house those workers.

It's locally known
as Rivertown...

due to its close proximity
to the Rio Blanco.

The problem is
in the past year...

over 20 men have been lost
to industrial accidents
and explosions...

and their bodies
have never been recovered.

Now part of our contract
with the government
of San Marcos...

is to provide
the security for Rivertown.

Now it's a monumental job...

and that's why we've
sent for the A-Team.

Sounds like
you need them bad.

Why are you
telling me all this?

Because we need you
to go in...

and restore law and order
in Rivertown and clean it up.

Me? I can't leave
Los Angeles.

I got a sister
I take care of.

Now I've been an employee
of this company for 10 years--

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Aren't you Hannibal Smith?

Clara Dickerson.

Don't you know
your own employees?

No, he doesn't,
Mrs. Dickerson.

Gentlemen...

Hannibal Smith
at your service.

You mind if I join you?

Yes, sir.

For Pete's sake, Hannibal.
What're you doing?

Hey, Face?
What?

Do you know anything--
Watch your feet!
Don't step on the leather!

For crying out--
You know
this thing's got a shimmy?

No, it doesn't.
Yeah, it does.

I hope you didn't spill
any of that stuff.

And it starts at about a 105.

And by the time
you're at a 140,
you're in big trouble.

You better
get it fixed.

I figure we better
stoke our furnaces...

as we're on our way
to San Marcos.

We are the new sheriffs
of Rivertown.

Wow! Sheriffs.

I always wanted
to get into
law enforcement.

I saw every TV Western
and never missed a rerun
of The Rifleman.

I hope not, Murdock,
because it's a tough place.

Hey, Hannibal, what ever
happened to the other sheriff
they sent to Rivertown?

Disappeared without a trace,
as they say.

And you said,
"Sounds like a challenge."

Face, a lot of people
are gonna benefit from this.

(Hannibal)
And they agreed
to pay our fee.

They even offered...

to let us take
their new executive jet
for the trip.

(Murdock)
Oh, boy! I hope it's one
of those new Lear jobs...

with the high performance
engine.

The thing is capable
of near vertical climb,
3,000 feet per minute.

Hey, Hannibal!
You know I don't fly.

And I seen
this trick before.

You give me a burger
and expect me to eat it.

B.A., you know
you get cranky
on an empty stomach.

Now, eat your burger.

Not this time.

I ain't falling
for no sleeping powder
in my burger.

I'm taking yours.

Help yourself.
That's fine.

You figured I would think
my burger was spiked
and take yours.

I'm taking Face's.

Okay.

[Face laughing]

Wait a minute.
I got it.

You figured
I would take
your burger...

get wise to it,
then take Face's burger.

And Face's burger
is the one that got
the sleeping powder in it.

Or Murdock's.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'm hip to you guys.

The one place
you would never
put sleeping powder...

and that's
in the first burger
you gave me.

That much I know.

And he was
doing so well.

[chuckles]

He should be waking up
any time now.

Yeah, well, I sure hope
these bars are strong
'cause he's gonna be mad.

Not to mention the fact
that he ain't never gonna
eat lunch with us again.

Well, I don't know,
Murdock.

B.A.'s got
a very forgiving heart.

You know, it's gonna be nice
being on the right side
of the law for a change.

You like that,
huh, Face?

[imitating gun firing]

I call these babies
Betsy and Bertha.

And as B.A.
might say:

"I pity the poor man
who crosses my path...

"because I am ready, willing,
and able to take on
any bad guy...

"who wants a taste
of Fast Draw Murdock."

[screaming]

What is this?

What is this?

Well, after giving it
a lot of thought...

and summing up
the situation real quick...

this is one very mad B.A....

holding on to the bars
of a jail cell
from the inside.

Hannibal,
let me out of here!

You tricked me.
You put me to sleep again!

What you got to do, B.A.,
and I've seen this in all
the gangster pictures, is....

[rattling]

Yell! Call out
the warden's name!

Hannibal!

B.A., I have to swear you in
as an official deputy
of Rivertown.

(Hannibal)
You have to
take the oath.

If I take it,
will you let me out?

Word of honor.
Face, swear him in.

Put your hand
on the Bible.

Raise your right hand.

B.A., this is the Bible.

I, B.A. Baracus,
will duly uphold...

all the laws of Rivertown.
I will conduct myself as an
honorable Peace Officer...

and obey, at all times,
all the rules of deputyship.

Do you so swear?

I swear.

There you go. Done.

Thanks, Face.

Okay, B.A.,
you're a free man.

Now, I'm gonna
tear you guys apart!

But one of the rules is
that a Peace Officer
may not bring harm...

to any other
Peace Officer.

What?

Yes, and you swore to it,
and we're all wearing badges.

This ain't fair.

See, it's all nice
and shiny.

All right.
Let's get down
to business...

and go clean up
this town.

(man #1)
I see your $100,
and I'll raise you $50.

(man #2)
I'm out.

(Boyle)
Calls me $50.

(Flint)
I see your $100.
I raise you $100.

(Boyle)
The old check
and raise you.

We got a sandbagger
over here, guys.

(Flint)
All right, I call you.
I call you.

There you go.

(man #1)
I'm in.

(Flint)
Aren't you gonna call
on a pair of deuces?

(Boyle)
Well, I don't wanna
rush you, pal.

I got three ducks here,
three deuces.

(Boyle)
Boyle wins again, huh?

[gun fires]

Who the hell are you?

I'm the new sheriff.

My name is Hannibal Smith.

But you can call me "sir."

You know who I am?
Yeah, your name's Boyle.

You're the main pig slop
around here.

There'll be no more gambling.

You and I
better have a talk, mister.

Sure.

There seems to be
some misunderstanding, Smith.

You see,
well, I run this town.

The workers
listen to me and...

well, they're happy
and everything runs
real smooth.

Now, as for
the sheriffs around here,
well...

I take care of them,
and they look the other way.

Wrong.
I run the town.

No gambling.

No drinking
before shift...

and I never look
the other way.

It's unfortunate
that we don't see
eye to eye.

Hey, where
do you think you're--

[screaming]

Freeze!
Peace Officers!

Nicely put.

Now, I'm gonna
put your boys away...

for simple assault,
overnight.

Next time,
it'll be six months...

for assault
on a police officer.

Sheriff's office is open
24 hours a day.

Stop in anytime.

[door slams shuts]

*[Murdock humming
theme from Dragnet]

[imitating Jack Webb
from Dragnet]
It's early in the AM.

The city was quiet.

Officer Baracus and I
had been assigned to patrol.

The city was at peace
with itself...

but it wasn't going to be
that way for long.

And when the peace is broken,
that's when I go to work.

I wear a badge.

You ought to
wear a muzzle.

Man, why do you
talk to yourself
like some kind of fool?

I'm not talking
to myself.

When you talk to yourself,
you're alone.
No one hears you.

You happen to be
with me.

You hear me,
therefore, I am not
talking to myself.

[glass shattering]
Talk to me. Talk sense,
so I can talk back.

Not all this jibber jabber,
like breaking the peace
and all that.

Okay, okay, fine,
but look at that.

Look at that.

Freeze!

B.A., you okay?

Yeah, man.
Did you see who it was?

Yeah, it looked like
one of Boyle's men to me.

[grunting]
We're like brothers on that
Bonanzashow, ain't we?

Go ahead.
Can I call you Hoss?

No! Call the colonel.

Murdock, you're sure
this was one of Boyle's men?

Absolutely.
It was that guy, Lupis.

He's about 6'3",
built like a bathtub.

But what would they
wanna rob here?

Nobody leaves
anything valuable
in the locker.

Nothing but old clothes,
letters from home
and nothing of value.

"Mr. Craig Monroe."

Then we can find him.

Find out what's going on.

Get a box or something.
We'll take this stuff
back to the office.

Box.

(Hannibal)
Face, I got something
for you to do.

You want me
to pick up who?

Lupis. He works for Boyle.
We saw him yesterday.

Oh, yeah. That's the big one,
about 6'4", built like
a chest of drawers?

Yeah, that's the guy, guy.
And you be careful.
He almost killed B.A.

He's at least 6'5",
240.

Now...

I'm gonna
check out his office.

You check out his house.
If the guy Lupis shows,
bag him.

Wait, the guy's 6'6",
250 pounds...

he almost killed B.A.,
and you want me to bag him.

Sure.

Well, you don't care
how I go about it,
do you, Colonel?

No. Use alacrity.

You can call me "Sheriff."

"Masters.

"Masterson.

"Monroe, Craig."

Colonel. I mean, Sheriff,
you got anything?

I'm in Boyle's office now.
No sign of him or Lupis.

What about you?

No, Boyle's not home.

How do you know?

(Face)
'Cause I'm inside.

The door wasn't locked.
At least, not after
I picked it.

God, there's
someone coming.

Is it Boyle?

Not unless he enters
his own place
through a window.

It might be
your guy, Lupis.

Wrap him up, and I'll meet you
at the sheriff's office.

Sure. Wrap him up. Right.

[door opening]

Wasn't so tough.

Oh, no.

Great.

I just clobbered a girl.

(Face)
How low can you sink?

It's a bad sign, Face.

It won't be long
before you'll....

What?
You know.

No, know what?
You know.

(Hannibal)
This Craig Monroe was killed
in a cave-in last week.

He was one
of their engineers.

(Face)
What was an engineer
doing on the work site?

(Hannibal)
Beats me.

And he was killed
in a tunnel...

that had been closed
for two months.

Are you talking
about Craig Monroe?

You better
take it easy here.
It's....

What happened?
Who hit me?

You didn't see him?

No, I don't remember.

(Nikki)
What am I doing here?

Well, you're in jail.

Burglary's
a tough business...

or do you always
make your entrances...

through a window
like Supergirl?

I'd like to hear
what you know
about Craig Monroe.

Craig was my brother.

Well, would you know
why your boyfriend...

or one of his cronies
would want to go through
your brother's belongings?

My....

Oh, you mean
that pig, Boyle?

That's a nice way to talk
about somebody whose house
you were found breaking into.

Hey, man, how do we know
she's who she says she is?

You're right. We ought to
put on the heat. You wanna
play good cop-bad cop?

You wanna be
the good cop?

B.A., it's time for
the Main Street patrol.

Take Murdock
and stay on the radio.

If you got any problems,
call us.

That bottom letter's
from me.

It's from me to Craig.
It's the last one I wrote him.

On the second page
you can see...

that I wrote and said
that I'd be coming down here
to visit him...

and that Dad
would be feeling better.

Okay, you're his sister.
You wrote the letter.

But what were you doing
snooping around Boyle's house?

Well, after Craig
had been killed...

I went to someone
I knew at Amco Oil.

They sort of checked out
the records for me.

He told me that there had been
two bad accidents down here...

in the last couple
of months...

so I decided
to come down here and see
what was really going on.

Craig was an engineer.

He never would have been
in that construction dig.

I knew that Boyle
ran this place...

and then I noticed a gold ring
that Boyle wears
on his little finger.

Well, that was
my brother's ring.

So, I decided
to play up to Boyle...

and see what more
I could find out.

Well, you played up
to him very nicely.

You don't think
I really enjoyed that,
do you?

No, but I'm sure he did.
You were all over him
like a wet burnoose.

Well, I didn't
find out much.

Except that I do know
that he comes to the tavern
every night.

And about three times a week,
around 10:00...

he leaves
and doesn't come back
until morning.

So I decided
to snoop around his place...

and see if I could
find out anything more...

that would tell me
why Craig was in that tunnel.

One of Boyle's men
was going through
your brother's possessions...

in the locker.

Now, we've been
through it...

but maybe you could
go through his stuff...

and find something
we missed.

Now, whatever Boyle is up to,
it has to be more...

than just ripping off lockers
and cheating at cards.

Bet on it.

[metal clinking]

Wait here.

[speaking Spanish]

Things seem
to be shaping up.

Two days I have been
waiting for you.

Two days
without a word!

Where are
the extra men
I need?

(Boyle)
I told you before.

There's a new sheriff
and his men
I have to deal with.

You told me you could
take care of anyone
the American pigs sent down.

I can.
All I need is time.

Time?
I do not have time.

The men, they do not
work fast enough.

And the missile?
The missile is
just not completed!

And I must attack
the presidential palace
in two days.

I need 10 more men...

and among them,
at least three
must be machinists.

And I need another
explosives expert.

I brought you Monroe.

(Boyle)
Now he has four years training
in the United States Army.

He knows more about explosives
and guidance missile designs
than any man I have.

He has been doing
a good job...

but he gets weaker
every day. I do not know
how long he will hang on.

Well, I don't have
another man
with his background.

So, you'd better
keep him alive.

I brought
his medication.

Here, this stuff
should do it.

Craig's medication.

What medication?

Craig was
a borderline diabetic...

and he had to take a pill
every morning.

They're gone.

Well, as in-house
medical advisor of this group,
I can assure you...

that diabetic medication
isn't exactly in demand
on the street.

Why would they
wanna take
his medication?

To give it to him?

Are you saying that Craig
could still be alive?

I'm just trying to figure out
a reason to go and take
his particular medication.

I mean, if they had
a legitimate need...

they'd go to the infirmary
and get it right away.

You're saying
the cave-in
was just a phony.

A smoke screen
to spirit Craig away.

Could be.

Could very well be.

[explosion]

You'd better stay here.

I'm--
No, no, just stay.

[siren blaring]

(Hannibal)
What happened?

A cave-in down
in shaft number six.

Anybody in there?

Reeves, Gunderson,
maybe a half dozen more.

They're all gone.
Look, I don't even know
why the hell...

we were working
this shaft.

Did this shaft close down
like number eight?

Yeah, we just opened it up
again this morning.

Who gave the orders
to open it up?

I did.

Guess I messed up.

According to the company,
two of those guys who died
in that cave-in...

were electrical technicians.

I still don't understand...

what electrical technicians
were doing
in that kind of mineshaft.

Neither do I,
Murdock.

(Hannibal)
We'd learn a lot
if we can just find out...

where Boyle
disappears to?

B.A., could you
cook up something we could
follow this scuzzbucket with?

No problem,
but where we gonna
plant it?

We got to get it on him
and make sure it stays there
until he makes another trip.

You could plant it
on his clothes somewhere.

No, Murdock, you change
your clothes every day.

I do, but it didn't smell
like he did.

No, B.A.'s right.

Once we plant it on him,
we got to be sure
it stays on him.

Now, what would he have
that he would keep on him
all the time?

His lighter!

His cigarette lighter,
he always has that with him.

The only time he even takes it
out of his pocket
is when he plays cards.

Yeah, he uses it
to cheat.

How do you cheat
at cards using a lighter?

It's one of the oldest tricks
in the book.
It's called a shiner.

See, he uses
the polished surface
of the lighter as a mirror...

and then he deals
over the top of it.

He can tell all the cards
that everybody's got.

B.A., how small a transmitter
could you make for us?

About the size of a button.
It'd fit right into
the lighter.

That's gonna be
impossible.

Look, I told you,
he never lets that lighter
leave his sight.

The only time he
takes it out of his pocket
is when he plays cards...

and then it stays
right on the table.

Well, it wouldn't
if somebody tipped
the table over.

But you told them
not to play cards anymore.

My dear, a leopard
can't change his spots.

And a poker player
cannot stop playing poker.

*[music playing]

[sneezes]

Murdock?
I'm sorry.

I think we better make
that entrance again.

Look, Murdock,
I think they recognize us...

as the guys who shut down
their playground...

so you better
watch my back.

Who's gonna
watch mine?

Face, your back,
it's looking good.

Tender...

give me milk.

[cans crushing]

I'll call
your $10...

and raise you $15.

Well, now,
isn't this nice?

Who's winning?

It was just
a friendly game.

We weren't using
any money.

Oh, thanks.

Well, this is just
a friendly roust.

We're not using
any money, either.

Don't drain your brain
getting any ideas, sugar.

Right! Now, spread them.

Up against the wall,
come on.

I told your sheriff,
you're gonna push me too far.

Let me tell you
something, sport...

if our sheriff ever decided
to push you
as far as he can...

you'd drop off the edge
and no one would
hear you scream.

You know...

you really
should find...

better specimens
to kill your time with.

Why don't you mosey,
so I don't have to
watch my language?

Attagirl.

All right, Murdock,
read these Cro-Magnons
the riot act.

What we have
here, fellas...

is a failure
to communicate.

(Murdock)
As gambling, that's right,
brothers and sisters.

Gambling is the root
of all evil.

It is the mother of all
sinful invention.

Who? Who?

Who is the first cousin
to the gambler in us all?

It is the drinker
in us all.

That's right,
brothers and sisters...

B-O-W-Z, booze!

I was just about
to get to smoking.

You guys are real tough
wearing those badges.

Well, we like
to think so.

I did not say
the sermon was over.

I ain't even passed
the basket yet.

It's over as far as
I'm concerned.

You guys are treading
in white water.

Oh, come on, let's just go
before they lock you up.

You wanna lock me up?
Go ahead.

Otherwise, I'm gonna go
and do as I please.

[beeping]

Now I got to tell you,
you were pretty good...

at getting that lighter
back into Boyle's pocket.

Just pretty good?
Oh, come on, I thought
I was terrific.

At least, as good
as you were
at getting it out.

Well, we're not
on an even keel.

I mean, you have certain
built-in distractions.

Which is not to say
I'm unimpressed.

Neither am I.

Hey, man,
Boyle's on the move.

Let's go.

A cave?
What's he doing
in a cave?

It makes
sense to me.

Most of the slimes I know
hang out in caves.

He's on the move again.
Looks like he headed
toward Rivertown.

[transmitter beeping]

Okay.

Let's see
what's so interesting
about this cave.

Let's get
to the jeep, B.A.

(Face)
Boy, oh, boy, I sure hope
there aren't bats in here.

(Murdock)
You mean
flying mammals?

Yeah.
(Hannibal)
Shh.

Listen.

(Face)
Sounds like machinery.

[Hannibal whispering]
Okay, very quietly now.
Come on.

[water dripping]

[machinery whirring]

I don't believe this.

The missing men.

(Hannibal)
That missile is very similar
to our X-12.

Yeah, you could blow up
a tank with that thing.

[footsteps approaching]

(Boyle)
That's correct.

All right,
put your weapons
down here.

I'd like you to meet
my friend, Capt. Cordoba.

You know, your moves
aren't any better
than my lady friend over here.

And he sent
that homing device...

back to Rivertown
with one of my men,
it made you think I left.

You're not the only one
that can play
a good con game.

Nikki, you wanted to meet
your brother, huh, sweetheart?

Craig!

Nikki!

An ambitious project,
Cordoba.

When you have a small army,
you must carry a big stick.

And in this case,
a missile.

I will be able to secure
the presidential palace
within a couple of minutes.

With an army
as small as mine.

The presidential security
suspects nothing.

No ammo depots
have been hit...

nothing traceable has been
smuggled into the country.

The element of surprise
is the key.

And you've been supplying
the work force, right, Boyle?

It's nice.

What do you
get out of it?

As soon as Cordoba takes over
the presidential palace...

he'll be
running the country...

and I'm sure he'll find
something interesting
for me to do.

Move!

Well, excuse us,
gentlemen.

We no longer need you,
the men, nor the machine shop.

[all coughing]

Face? Murdock?
See how bad it is?

(Murdock)
You got it!
(Face)
Right.

Hey, B.A., let's
see what we got in here?

(Face)
I'll be darned.

(Murdock)
We're never gonna
get out of here.

We need a bulldozer
to get through there.

Yeah, it's just our luck.
I don't see any.

I'd better go enlighten
the colonel.

All right. They don't
wanna see this.
I'm gonna put it out.

All right.

I can't get it out!
(Face)
Come on, Murdock!

Wait a minute.
I'll be there.

Well, Cordoba,
I won't be needing this.

Keep it, Boyle.

We need your expertise.
Besides, your adventurous self
will enjoy the attack.

Thought you'd never ask.

Good!

Well,
what's the story?

Well, did you
ever hear of King Tut?

We ain't ever getting
out of there, Colonel.

Hey, man, the first time ever
we have guns and ammo.

(B.A.)
And can't get out
of here.

Well, the lights seem
to be staying on.

That means the exhaust fans
are working, too.

Oh, really? Hey, Face,
you got a cigar?

When's the last time
I didn't have
a cigar for you?

Okay, now,
this is the plan.

All right, Murdock.

I like it.

Good work, B.A.

I don't believe it.
We did it!

All right!

Come on, Face!

We go in right after
the launch, huh?

President Ortega is in
for a big surprise, no?

[Cordoba laughing]

Ready, Murdock?

Quick!

[explosions]

You, to the jeep!
Charge them!

Hannibal, we need
more potato sticks!
Got a fly on our tail.

Give yourself up, gentlemen!
You do not have a chance!

Throw out your weapons!

You want
our weapons? Okay.

Here, here's
the bullets first.

(Face)
It's Craig and the workers
from the mine.

All right!

Sheriffs of Rivertown,
I'm gonna miss this job.

Hey, if it weren't
for you guys, there wouldn't
even be a Rivertown.

Yeah, there wouldn't be
a Craig Monroe, either.

So, if you ever come
to Oklahoma, you should
look us up.

I'll fix you one
of my special
home-cooked meals.

Just...

do me a favor
and promise
not to make any fists.

Yeah, well,
actually...

fighting's not really
my strong suit.
I'm much more...

adept at romantic endeavors.

[groaning]

If you don't wanna
miss the plane,
you better get a move on.

Yeah.

You ready, sis?

Yeah.

Thanks again.

(Hannibal)
Good luck.

Adiós, amigos.

Speaking of planes,
Hannibal....

(Face)
Now, wait. What?

Oh, B.A., you're not mad
just because...

[stuttering]
we flew you down here?

Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute!

Remember your oath
as a deputy...

not to hurt
other deputies.

I see three badges
on the table.

That means you are civilians.
I still got my badge.

And as the official
law officer of Rivertown...

I'm giving you guys
two days in jail.

I love it...

when a plan comes together.