All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S02E03 - The Only Church in Town (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]

[men laughing]

Give me another bottle.
I want more.

(Swain)
There ain't no more.

[laughter continues]

[glass breaking]

[men laughing]

[thudding and crashing]

[child crying]

[laughter continues]

Well, well,
what a wonderful surprise.

Perhaps you lovely ladies
care to join us, huh?

The noise is waking
up the children.

No, it ain't, sweetheart.

Kids love noise,
don't you know that?

You've destroyed
the classroom.
Look at this place!

Quiet. We don't need
additional noise from you.

Don't shut her up.

I like it when she's mad.

[men sniggering]

Leave them alone.
Everybody go to bed.
Now!

We'll have no more noise.

The children aren't
the only ones
who want to sleep.

Thank you.

[children crying]

How can you say
thank you to them?

When are you going
to stop letting them
control our lives?

When I'm no longer
responsible for the safety
of 20 homeless children

who have nothing in life
except this place and us.

Then perhaps I'll
consider your militant
approach to peace.

Militant?
We're the prisoners.

They won't even let us
fix our leaky roof.

Goodnight.

(man)
I'm sick of this place.

(man)
When are we
getting out of here?

(Salvador)
We stay here
till my leg heals.

(Salvador)
I don't want
any trouble out of you guys.

(Mother Superior)
It's all right, children.
Quiet down.

[children crying]

(Gayle)
It's hard to believe
I'm spending so much time

with one of
the top neurologists
in the country.

Yeah, well,
I--I just happen
to be one of those guys

who doesn't have
any trouble separating
work from pleasure.

*[music playing]

But you haven't
even said one thing
about your job.

Oh, well, you know,
it's--it's a job
like any other job.

You know, nerves.
Synapses.

Ganglions.
Stuff like that.

You see,
it all boils down
to feelings.

So in a way,
we've been discussing
my job all night.

[doorbell rings]

Excuse me.

I'll be--

I'll be right back.

[clears throat]

Father O'Malley.

Hi, my boy.

I'm glad to call in here,
but I'm sorry to come
like this unannounced.

But I feel
we should have
a little talk.

Ah.

Am I, uh,
interrupting
anything?

No. Of course not.

Just watching TV,
playing canasta.

The usual
Saturday night stuff.

(Gayle)
Face, I miss you.

Now, I'll make
this very quick.

Uh, yesterday
at the orphanage,

I received a package
marked urgent.

And in the package
was this little black
box and a letter.

And the letter said:

"Please get this
to Templeton Peck.
Signed, Leslie Becktall."

Do you know
Leslie Becktall?

Father,
where did this come from?

Uh, it came from...

It was postmarked, uh--uh,
Guyana? Ecuador.

I--I have the
little envelope here
that it came in.

Would you like
to have it?

Yes, yes.

[exclaiming]

I hope
I'm bringing you
grand news.

Well, I'm not sure yet.
But you sure got
the old heart pounding.

Thanks, Father.
You're very welcome.

(Gayle)
Face.

Hurry up.

In a second.

I, uh...

I think I'd better let you
get back to your little
game of, um, canasta.

[laughing]

Goodnight, Father.
Really, thanks so much.

You're very,
very welcome anytime,

and, uh, I love
your little jacket.

Oh.

It's grand.
Thanks.

Goodnight.

Face, who was that?

Oh, it's unbelievable.

A kid from the orphanage
where I grew up

fell off a slide,
broke his leg. I, uh...

I have to get to him
right away in surgery.

They need
a neurologist for that?

Oh, yes, you'd be surprised
how many nerve endings
there are in a leg.

Now, look,
here's some, uh...

Here's some money
for a taxi--

But why don't I
just wait here for you?

I could rub
your tired neck
after surgery.

No, no. You'd be surprised
what a rotten mood I am in
after, uh, surgery.

I--I'll call you next week.
Promise.

Now, I--I had
a wonderful evening,
Gayle. Bye.

Bye.

(Hannibal)
Face, you gotta be kidding.

You want us
to go to Ecuador

to rescue or find
the sweetheart of Sigma Chi?

I mean, I think all
this high living has
made your brain go soft.

Well, I sure do wish
you'd teach me how
to scam mansions, Face.

Murdock.

Will you be careful
with this stuff?

[button clicking]

It doesn't belong to me.

Hey, man.
Is this
what she sent back?

This cheap piece
of jewelry?

That happens to be
my fraternity pin.

[box shutting]

And it isn't cheap.
Now, come on, guys.

We've gone on cases
for each other before.

Why can't we go
on this one for me?

For one thing,
we don't know the
girl's in trouble.

She stood you up
in college 15 years ago

and finally
she remembers to write.

Frankly, I think
you're better off
without her.

I know Leslie.

(Face)
Murdock, would you
cut that out?

I can tell
by the tone of her letter
that something is wrong.

(Hannibal)
Oh, really? Well,

what tips you off?
Is it, uh:

"No words can express
the sorrow I feel
all these years," or, uh,

"you'll always have
a special place
in my soul"?

What about this?

"In everyone's life,
there comes a time

"when it is necessary
to call up the past
and face it.

In my life,
the time is now."

[Murdock exclaims]

Nice touch.

Hey, man.
What's she doing
in Ecuador anyway?

I have no idea.
I told you,

I haven't heard another word
from Leslie Becktall since
the day she stood me up.

It's like she
just dropped out
of existence.

That's when I quit school,
joined the Army,
and, uh, met you guys.

[doorbell ringing]
You lucky devil.

It's open!
Now listen, Hannibal--

Face, why didn't you tell me
you changed addresses?

I've been arguing with
the night guard over
at the Wilshire Ritz

for over a
half an hour.

Gee. How do you do it?

You mean to tell me
that after all I've done
for the A-Team,

you don't think
I'm important enough,
or my case is good enough?

Well...
Uh...

All right.

All right,
I'm hiring the A-Team.

I hate asking this.
What is going on?

Is it a deal?

It's a deal.

But seeing as
you're the client,

we'll have somebody else
monitor the cash.

Hannibal, you're afraid
I'm gonna stiff you.

Well, there is
a conflict of interest.

We'll let Amy
handle the money.

Oh, great.

I don't even know
what's going on.

What is this case about?
I mean, who's involved?

Where are we going?
Well, Ecuador, of course.

Now, Ecuador.
I don't mind the case,
but the flying got to go.

And our client
better come up with
a good alternative.

[buzzing]

Beam us up, Scotty.

[B.A. laughing]

(Face)
B.A., it isn't funny.

(B.A.)
Yes, it is, man.

Everybody in town
is hip to you.

Now you can't even
get near an airplane.

B.A., pull over
by that pay phone.

I wanna make a call.

Sure, be delighted to.

Meanwhile, you make
a call to the
Greyhound bus station.

Book us so we can
go to Ecuador.

Who--who are you gonna call?

I'm gonna scam
us a plane.

You just get B.A. ready
for a nighty-night.

[traffic rumbling]

[sighing]

Let me speak
to Col. Lynch.

This is Col. Stratton.

Col. Lynch, this is
Col. Randolph Stratton,
Army Intelligence.

(Hannibal)
We have spotted the A-Team

in a blue Impala
headed south on 101,

10 miles from
Brandon Airfield.

Expect to apprehend
them momentarily.

I need air transportation

dispatched to
Brandon Airfield
as soon as possible.

Col. Lynch, after all
these years trying to
catch these people,

are you gonna stand
around asking
stupid questions?

Do I have to
talk to your general?

You just get that plane!
My men and I will
take care of the rest!

[laughs]

Are you nuts?

Do you want to
see Leslie or not?

Not from behind bars.

(dispatcher)
Dispatch all available units

to assist in the apprehension
of the A-Team.

[police sirens blaring]

He really does look
so peaceful when he sleeps.

Well, at least this
time he went out with
a smile on his face.

[tires squealing]

Those look like M.P.s
back there, Colonel.

[siren wailing]

Is it Lynch?

I hope so.

[sirens continue blaring]

[tires skidding]

[police sirens wailing]

[engine revving]

[brakes squealing]

[sirens wailing]

[brakes screeching]

Those are M.P.s.
Part of my plan.

Good morning, fellas.
Grenade!

[grenade hissing]

Amy, get that bag
in the car.

(Hannibal)
Sorry, fellas, but we've
gotta get out of the country.

Got his arm?
Yup.

Let's go.

[police siren wailing]

[engine rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[gun firing]

[Murdock yelping]

I told you it'd be easy
to get a plane.

(Amy)
The guy at the
travel office said

there wasn't
a Santa Maria Orphanage
in Cayambe.

Oh, that's just
the city where the
package was mailed.

Leslie could be in this
village about 40 miles
east of there, though.

Well, then
we're probably gonna
have to rent a car.

If there are any
major rentals in Cayambe,

I can get a discount
with my connections
at the paper.

It doesn't matter, Amy.
We buy a car if we have to.
I don't care.

(Hannibal)
Buy a car?

I think I'll talk to Murdock.

I don't think I've
ever seen this side
of you before.

Well, I mean,
Face, ever since
I've known you,

you've had a
different bombshell
on your arm.

I mean, I never really thought

any one woman
could have this
effect on you.

I guess, uh,
Leslie Becktall's
maybe the reason why.

She was the only
woman I ever loved.

She was wonderful.
Fun, feisty.

Smart.

She had this kind of a
air of mystery about her.

Like underneath
all that laughter

there was something
real secretive
and precious to her.

I found it mesmerizing.

At the end
of my sophomore year
in college,

I decided to give her
my fraternity pin.

Kind of like
a pre-engagement gift.

It was gonna
be a surprise.

So I went over to the
dorm to pick her up,

only, uh,
she wasn't there.

She left school.

Her best friend
came down to tell me.

"Leslie's sorry,
but she can't see you
anymore."

That was it.
No other explanations.

She was gone for good,
and I never found out why.

I made her friend
take the pin.

I mean, well,
I didn't want it anymore.

Later on, someone told me
she had gone off
with another guy.

I'm sorry.

I know you all think
I must be stupid
to do this,

but I know
she's in trouble.

And no matter
what's happened
in the past,

I can't just stand by
and do nothing.

This map isn't gonna
do us any good.

It was designed for people
who travel by donkey.

Yeah, well, it feels like
we're traveling by donkey.

File all the complaints
with the client.

The cheapo client.

I'm just being economical.

Come on,
you little teddy bear.

Open those big brown eyes
and give us a growl.

I'm worried about him,
Hannibal.

It's been almost a full day
and we haven't insulted
each other.

I think I may go
into withdrawal soon.

[cooing]

You little devil, you.
Time to wake up.

Hey, Face.
There's a gas station.

Well, I know we're not down
to bare fumes yet.

What do you say
we splurge for a whole gallon?

I'm not amused.

[Hannibal and native
speaking Spanish]

(native)
No, not much. Not very much.

(Hannibal)
Ok.

[Hannibal speaking Spanish]

(Hannibal)
Anybody know
how to say "orphanage"?

[Amy speaking in Spanish]

(Hannibal)
Yeah.

[Hannibal speaking Spanish]

[speaking with Spanish accent]
Excuse me,

do you know where is
the Santa Maria Orphanage?
We would like to go there.

[laughs]
Up there.
In the hills.

[speaking Spanish]

English with
a Spanish accent?

Yeah, I know.
They're used to that
down here. A dialect.

(native)
The sisters. They want peace.

[with Spanish accent]
We come in peace.

(Hannibal)
Get out of sight.
Here come some Federales.

(Hannibal)
Give me a hand, Murdock.

I think
he's gaining weight.

20, 30 pounds.

[brakes squeaking]

I think
they're looking for us.

(Hannibal)
That seems like
a long shot, Face.

(Face)
Oh, yeah, a long shot, huh?
Listen, Mr. Smarty Pants.

Remember that little
airplane you so
cleverly lined up for us

right under
the military's nose?

Well, it flew us
to this place.

Something any first-week
radar-school student
could have tracked.

(Murdock)
Hannibal, he's waking up.

Hannibal,
I can't keep this up long.
This is one mean mama!

[car doors shutting]

[B.A. groans]

(B.A.)
Get off me, sucker!

If you feed me
your hat again, sucker,

and I promise you,
you won't have a head
to wear it on.

Now, where are we?
How did we get here?

You suckers drugged me,
didn't you?

What a grump, you know?
Cranky in the morning,
cranky all day.

Yeah, you know, B.A.,
this is really getting old.

Hey, Hannibal,
did this crazy man
fly us here?

How much was it?
$5.

Every time we go on
one of these cases,

I wake up
in a foreign country
with a bad headache.

Yes?

I'm getting tired
of this, Hannibal.

B.A.,
you're absolutely right.

As long as you're up,
you can drive.

Hey, man, one of these days
I'm gonna pound you all
into the ground.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

[hubcap rattling]

(Hannibal)
I got chickens in this car.

[engine starting]

(Hannibal)
Murdock, is this your chicken?

(Murdock)
Yeah.

[hen clucking]
(B.A.)
Get it out.

One minute I'm driving
my shiny new ride,

which I'm probably
never gonna see anymore,

and the next minute,
I'm in Ecuador.

It's over. No more.

(B.A.)
You ain't kicking
B.A. Baracus around no more.

(B.A.)
This is it, the last time.
I've had it.

(all)
Be quiet.

[birds chirping]

(Salvador)
Get that slop out of my face.

You need your strength.

You don't care
about my strength.

You just want me
out of here.

I admit my concern
for your health

isn't based entirely
on my fondness of you.

I try to have good feelings
for all people...

You better have
good feelings for me, lady,

or a lot of faith
in that God of yours.

[car door slamming]

[brakes squealing]

(Hannibal)
Murdock, you better
go back to the village

and see if you can find us
a place to sleep.

We may have to
spend the night.

I'm not sharing
any room with B.A.

He snores all night.

I snore?
You snore like a train
going up a hill.

Boys, boys, boys.

[car door shutting]

[car rattling]

[clanging]

You know the routine.
Get rid of them fast

or you start losing
some of your orphans.

May I help you?

Well, I hope so.

We're looking for a woman by
the name of Leslie Becktall.

She's supposed to work here.

I'm sorry,
but we have no one
by that name on our staff.

Uh, yeah, well,
she wrote me a letter with
this orphanage's name on it.

Perhaps it was
another orphanage,
or simply old stationery.

May we speak
to another nun, please?

We have no one
named Leslie Becktall.

I'm sorry.
Let go of the gate.

Not exactly
the Singing Nun, is she?

Now, how would Leslie
get her hands
on their stationery

if she didn't stay here?
Yeah.

[woman yelling in Spanish]

[exclaims]

Man, I don't believe
nobody wanna stay
in this place.

Where do you think
you're going?

(nun)
Thank you.

He does this every time
it's time for his bath.
Thank you.

Leslie!

Templeton?

W-w-why are you
in that outfit?

You shouldn't have come.
You've gotta leave.

Wait, wait.
Leslie, Leslie!

[engine rumbling]

[car honking]

(Murdock)
Federales, federales.

(Murdock)
Federales, muchachos.
I got them on my tail.

How did they know
to look for us here?

(Hannibal)
Beats me.
But at least we know why

no one's ever heard
of Leslie Becktall.

Face,

she probably changed her name
to Sister Mary Katherine
or something

when she turned into a nun.

Boy, when they said she'd
run off with another guy,
they weren't kidding.

I can't believe it. I--

I can't believe
she never said anything
about it

the whole time
we were going together.

Well, at least you know
what really happened.

That ought to
make you feel better.

Yeah,
and it didn't even end up
costing you that much.

(Face)
"Close-out voucher."
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

This--this case
isn't over yet.

We can't just pack up
and go home.
Those nuns are in trouble.

Listen, you guys.
I know Leslie.

I recognize
the tone in her voice.

I--I gotta say,
I--I think Face
has got a point here.

Oh, Hannibal,
don't tell me you recognize
the tone in the voice, too?

No, but there was
something peculiar

about the way
they were behaving.

I mean, religious orders
are normally very receptive

to anybody who
knocks on their door.

That's right.
And for some reason,

these nuns
weren't talking to us.
Now, look,

if I can just get
close to Leslie,

I can find out
what's going on here.

You're just gonna
go back in there
and get in the orphanage.

I can tell them
I'm an orphan.

No, you're too old.

But you might wanna
practice up on your rosary.

(Marcos)
Did you ladies
pray for our souls, too?

[men laughing]

(man)
Very hard.

[men continue laughing]

[Murdock sneezes]

They've been gone
almost an hour, Hannibal.

But you've got to give
Face and Leslie

45 minutes to talk
over old times. Relax.

Relax?
Man, how can we relax?

A crazy dude like Murdock
swinging from the lights

and laying his lunatic rap
on everybody.

(B.A.)
Why did you let him go
with Face, anyway?

He was the only one
who fit in the habit.

I fit in the habit.

[tires screeching]

We've got enough women
and children in jeopardy.

We're not adding you
to the list.

Aren't those
the same soldiers, Hannibal?

Stay calm.

Nice-looking fella.

(Amy)
I'll bet he's the reason
those nuns aren't talking.

[growling in Spanish]

Take me
back to my room.

[speaking in Spanish]

Let's speed this up, Faceman!

Leslie,
would you please tell me
what's going on here?

Theresa.
My name is Sister Theresa now.

Ok.

Sister Theresa,
would you mind telling me
what's going on?

It's just that I was afraid
things would come to an end
for me here.

And maybe I should tie up
a few loose ends

in case
something happened to me.

You were
the biggest loose end
in my life.

Why didn't you tell me
about this 15 years ago?

It would have been
so much easier on both of us,

do you realize?
Do you have any idea
what you did to me?

I'm so sorry.

[sobbing]

I wanted to tell you,
but I knew if I
met with you again,

I wouldn't be able
to go through
with my plans to be a nun.

Would becoming
Mrs. Templeton Peck

have been
such a bad second choice?

No, it would've been
a wonderful second choice.

But after a while,
I would have known
that it was a second choice.

I don't expect anyone
to understand this, Temp.

Even with all the pain
that I've caused you

and all the torment
I've suffered myself
over this decision,

every time
I go in the church,

or I think about
the vows I've taken,

everything in
this ridiculous world
seems to make sense again.

It gives my life meaning.
Can you understand that?

[door opening]

I hate to butt in,

but the activity is starting
to pick up out here.

The guys with the guns
are saying something
about a head check?

Right. Twice a day
they count the children
and the sisters

to make sure
no one's escaped.
They started doing that

after I snuck a child out
through an old tunnel
in the wine cellar.

He was the one
who sent you the pin.

Who are they?
They're a bunch of crumballs.

They're wanted for a variety
of terrible crimes.

You see, their leader
was wounded badly
in a shootout.

They're hiding here
from the Federales
waiting till he recuperates.

They terrified the children.
They get drunk every night.
They destroy things.

Now they're out of liquor
and starting to get restless.

Murdock, you better go back
and tell the others
what's going on.

I'll stay here
so at least one of us
is on the inside.

The others?
You mean the A-Team?

Well,
I've kept up with everything
that's gone on in your life.

I've prayed for you
every night, too.

With some of the things
we've pulled off,

I just knew somebody
was praying for us.

[laughs]

Come on.
I'll try to sneak you out
through the cellar.

What kind of lousy
cellar is this?

Not a bloody drop
of wine nowhere.

Oh.

Oh, now, ain't this cute?

You 2 lovely ladies
come all the way down here

to keep old Gibbens
company then?

[Gibbens exclaims]

Do not pass go.
Do not collect your $200.

It ain't the Lord's Prayer,
but it's the best I could do.

[whispering]
It's over here.

You're sure
you don't wanna come
with me?

Oh, no, no, no.
You can be free
and out in no time.

No. If they find somebody
missing, it'll just make it
worse for the others.

You go with God.
I always travel first-class.

What are you doing?
Come on.

What are you doing?
Shut up!

My skirt!
Shut up.

For heaven's sakes,
have you no respect?

Shut up. Shut up!

Where's Face?

He decided to stay behind
for protection.

You got
6 mangy outlaws in there
holding those sisters hostage

while their leader heals.
Set me down now.
Just set me down.

Put him down, B.A.
It's probably that guy
we saw in the poster.

Is Leslie ok?

She's doing fine,

but those other guys
are running out of booze,
which is making them antsy.

We gotta get
in there quick, Colonel.

Why can't we just go back
in the way you came out?

It's too risky.
You can barely get in there
single file.

Besides, it opens up into
the wine cellar,

which is probably where
they spend most of their time.

Now, we gotta think
of another plan.

I ain't dressing up
like no nun.

(Hannibal)
It's a simple maneuver.

All we have to do
is get inside
without them knowing it,

then clobber them.
How?

B.A.,
military history has recorded
a dozen operations like that.

(B.A.)
Name one.

The Trojan horse.

All you have to do
is pick the right horse.

[speaking in Spanish]

[continue in Spanish]

You just traded this truck
for that car?

Not a bad trade, huh?

[engine faltering]

Wanna help me push?

Push?
Push?

(Hannibal)
Now, showtime.

[bell clanging]

[dog barking]

[Hannibal speaking Spanish]

But my truck.
It broke.

Sorry, but there's nothing
we can do for you.

Madre,
I must deliver my whiskey.

I don't deliver
my whiskey--

Where you got
this truckload of whiskey?

Right there, senor.

Gibbens!
Gibbens, come here.

What's up?

This here is a man
whose truckload of whiskey

just broke down
outside our walls.

[speaking in Spanish]

And he needs some help.

[speaking in Spanish]

He wants help
with whiskey?

[men exclaiming in Spanish]

Come on, quick.
Open up the truck.

[all exclaiming]

Don't break any bottles.

[men chattering in Spanish]

[men exclaiming]

[glass breaking]

The Trojan horse
has arrived.

Hey, Sister,

I have a little
something I owe you.

[Gibbens laughing]

[speaking in Spanish]

My whiskey.

Oh, there's plenty
of time for that, mate.

Relax.
Have a little drink.

[speaking in Spanish]

[men laughing]

There, now,

[coughing]

doesn't that make
things a lot better?

[continues coughing]

[speaking in Spanish]

[glass breaking]

[men laughing]

[rooster crowing]

I want
another shot of whiskey.

[bottle shattering]

Hey, B.A., they're all drunk.
Give this man a shot.

[grunts]

[man yelling]

[exclaiming]

Bless you.

All right. Party's over.

(B.A.)
Let's go. In the truck.

(Face)
Murdock!

(Mother Superior)
Who are you people?
What are you doing?

(Mother Superior)
Who are you people?
What are you doing?

Taking out the trash,
ma'am.

(B.A.)
Get in there!

One more.
(B.A.)
Get in there!

All right! Come on!

(Murdock)
Get him out of here!
Get up in here now!

[man exclaiming]

We'll be back in a while,
ma'am,

to help you
clean up the mess.

Let's go.

All right,
let's go, sisters.

[engine revving]

(Hannibal)
You guys strip down
to your shorts.

You hear that?

Everybody out.

(B.A.)
All right, get out of there.
Get out of there.

Move it, move it. All right.

Come on, come on, old-timer.
Move it.

Sore leg and all.
I don't care. Move it.

I said, "Strip"!

Ok, Face.
Hurry up.

(Hannibal)
Button it up, B.A. Let's go.

[engine revving]

Bunch of stinking,
drunken fools!

How could you be so stupid?

(Hannibal)
Stupid, ma'am?

Yes, stupid.

Well, I would have thought
you'd be saying thanks.

I assure you,
thanks would have
been plentiful

if you'd gotten rid
of them.

But all you did was
humiliate them and
make them want revenge.

And they will
return for it.

So we'll get
rid of them again.

And they don't
have weapons.

Excuse me, ma'am,
but right now they
don't even have clothes.

They have friends.

Friends?

Face, you guys were inside.
Know anything about friends?

No!

Murdock?
No.

I overheard them
talking the other night

about meeting up
with their reinforcements.
That's why I tried

keeping this
as low-keyed as possible.

Reinforcements?
Just how many friends
are we talking about?

[all whooping]

(Hannibal)
How do I look, B.A.?

Good, good.

Let's get those magazines.

You stupid fool!

What do you say, B.A.?
You think we're looking good?

Unless they get inside,
and if that happens,
we're dead.

I will not stand for this!
I have innocent
children to protect.

What are you planning to do
with all these guns?

Shoot at the
bad guys, ma'am.

No, I will not allow gunfire
in the courtyard area.

It's too risky.

Reverend Mother, you,
the rest of the sisters,

and the children
will be in the cellar.

(Murdock)
Colonel! Colonel, I--

I can't mount this--this
where we planned
because of the roof.

What's the matter
with the roof?

Part of it is in
a state of repair.

We were in the midst
of fixing it

when those fugitives
took over.

What are you using
to repair that roof?

Tar. Why?

Because I think
I've got a plan.

[all exclaiming]

Stand by.
They're on their way.

[whooping]

Hey, your lovely Holiness!
We're back.

(Salvador)
You be good girls
and give us what we want,

maybe we go away!

If not,
maybe we burn your church
to the ground!

Send out your 4 friends,
and no harm will come to you!

[gun firing]

[bottle breaking]

[guns firing]

[gunfire continues]

[exploding]

Hit it, Amy!

[laughs]

[guns firing]

Ole!

Uh, excuse me. B.A.!

[gun fires]

[speaking
in Spanish]

They've stopped them
in the back, too.

No one has
gotten over the wall.

Get the others.
We go through the front gate.

[gun firing]

[imitating Tarzan]

All right,
all the weapons
out of the truck!

(Hannibal)
You heard him.

(man)
All right, all right.

(Hannibal)
Throw it out.
Ok.

(man)
Get out, get out!

(Gibbens)
Don't shoot.

(Hannibal)
Ok, Face, you got them?

I got them.

Well,

not too bad,
huh, Reverend Mother?

The Lord has indeed
been with us.

Indeed.

Tomorrow is Sunday.

I expect to see
all of you in Mass.

Come, Sister Theresa.
Let's feed the children.

Thank you.

You're welcome, ma'am.

[children laughing]

It's good to hear
the children's laughter.

For a time,
I thought I'd never hear
that sound again.

Well, I hope

you won't have any
trouble for a long time,
Reverend Mother.

But if you do, you know
where to find us.

Well, actually,
the story surrounding
all of you has been sketchy.

Well, it is a sort of
sordid tale, Sister.

Not the kind a gospel
is usually written around.

If you'd like to make
a full confession,

Father Lopez will be here
this afternoon.

Thank you very much,
Reverend Mother,

but I really don't think
you have that much time.

Phew. Come on. Let's go.
We're gonna be late.

Late for what?

Late for what?
The boat leaves
at 2:00 sharp.

What boat?
Right on, brother.

This time
I got the transportation.

You mean you traded
that plane we had
for a boat ride?

That's right.

Oh, that's great.
That's just great.

We ought to hit Florida
in about 3 weeks.

I'll go get Face.

I hope you put in
a good word for me.

Always.

Look, I, uh,

I know it's kind of silly,
but I really wish
you'd keep this.

You know, uh,
you were right.

If you had told me on that
night 15 years ago that
you were going to be a nun,

I, uh, I don't think
I could have accepted it.

Then I would have had
to say goodbye to you and...

I'm realizing right
now how very much
I hate to do that.

Well, then don't.

Besides, it's usually a word
that means somebody's leaving.

Somebody is leaving. Me.

No, not to me.

To me, you're always here.
You always will be.

(Hannibal)
Let's go, Lieutenant.

My commander calls.

Faceman,

God bless you.