All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S02E19 - Chopping Spree (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]

(Davey)
Hi.

Here you go.
Enjoy your lunch.

[car door slamming]

Hey!

This ain't your car.

[groaning]

[tires screeching]

Any trouble?

Oh, Some jerk
parking attendant
decided he'd play hero.

You'd think
it was his car.

(Dirksen)
Mr. Friendly, it just came in.

(Friendly)
All right, good.
Hold off on chopping it.

I have a buyer in Vegas
who's waiting.

Now, there's an Alfa
one of my sales people
sold off the lot last week.

Uh--uh,

316 South Cabrillo Drive.

Tell Payne and Simms
I want it done
by tomorrow night.

I'm shipping out
a load of parts
at the end of the week

and I want it
chopped and ready to go.

Right.

[sighing]

Oh, hey, Tony!

[laughing]

"Tony Victor's grand jury
underway."

The bum thinks
that if he burns me
they'll elect him mayor.

I'm only gonna get
one chance at this guy.

Everything's got to be right.

Cops will never be
able to tell it apart
from the real thing.

They better not.
It's my ticket in.

You got two days.

[dinging]

Hi, kid.

Hannibal.

Face, Murdock,
B.A., what...

Yeah, we heard
about your trouble.

Thought we'd look into it.

I said, if you stole the car
you'd be on a bus
on your way to Florida.

Maybe I should be.
I don't have a job,

I--I got the cops
hanging all over me

and forget about
getting a reference
from my last employer.

Now, these guys
who took the car,

are they the same ones
who stole the car before?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

What was it you
and Donny said, B.A.?

About when I get
out of the stir,

how things were really
gonna turn around for me
if I worked hard at it.

Yeah, yeah,
well they sure did.

Look, Davey, don't go around
feeling sorry for yourself.

Your brother, Donny,
believed in me

when I was a kid in trouble,

and now I believe in you.

(Hannibal)
B.A.'s right.
You got a bad break.

We'll try
and straighten it out.

Now, are these guys pros?

These guys had
a lot of practice.

Which means we're dealing with
a professional operation here.

I don't know, Hannibal.

You know,
we're supposed to be
in Jidda, Saudi Arabia.

The prince
is real anxious

to get back
those two wives of his

that were kidnapped
by the Bedouin sheik.

Also, he's, uh,
wiring to our account

one million riyals.

That's nice.

Isn't it?

Hey, man, I don't want
no riyals or reyals,
whatever it is.

I want cash money.

Which, at the current rate
of exchange

comes to $430,000,
thank you very much.

Right.
So we still have five days.

63.2, Colonel.

Um,

this is Murdock's
gardening therapy.

He's getting back to
his roots, so to speak.

Daddy Murdock is here

with his magic growing powder

and he's gonna
make you grow up
to be big and strong for...

Grow, B.A., grow.

[laughing]

I don't need to grow, fool.

Face.

Get hold of Tawnia.

See what she's got
on current auto theft rings.

Right, I'm on my way.

Davey,

congratulations, kid.

You just hired the A-Team.

(Hannibal)
According to the information
Tawnia gave us,

there were nine car thefts
in the last three months

that could be our guys.

All of them expensive cars

ripped off
restaurant parking lots.

I marked down the locations.
Interesting?

Hmm, very.

Uh, B.A., would you mind
turning down
the heat a little?

The little guy's leaves
are beginning to sweat.

Murdock, put the plant to bed.
We've got work to do.

You got a plan,
Hannibal?

Yeah, we're gonna
cover the perimeter
that these guys hit.

Hannibal, that's an awful
lot of territory.

Well, not if you've
got the right bait.

Oh, no. Come on.

You can't do this
to me, Hannibal.

Not my Corvette.

I just got it Simonized
and tuned.

Well, I'll tell you,
if we had another
great-looking car,

but we don't.

Hannibal, these guys are
probably working
for a chop shop.

You know what
they'll do to my car?

I'll be looking for
my fender in Detroit

while some guy's
buying my carburetor
off a shelf in Kansas City.

Kansas City.

I don't think I ever
been to Kansas City.

I'll, uh,
I'll park it myself.

Thanks. Thank you.

[keys jingling]

You're doing it again,
Face.

Didn't Hannibal say
to leave your keys
in the ignition?

Oh, It's one thing to
park out here in Siberia,

but to leave the keys?

Try not to think
about it.

Enjoy lunch.

Enjoy lunch.

I'm glad when we
get lucky, man.

I'm tired of riding around
looking at restaurants.

Patience, B.A.

Everything comes
to those who wait.

[car engine starting]

Face, if you're gonna jump
every time you hear an engine,

you're gonna turn
into a nervous wreck.

You're right. You're right.
You're right.

And if I eat in
anymore restaurants,

I'm gonna lose my figure.

This is the sixth lunch
I've had in the last two days.

(Hannibal)
Looks like we might get lucky.

It's going down. Let's go.

Going somewhere?

Now, would you mind
telling us

what you're gonna do
with that car?

Hey, you know something?
Wrong car.

That's my car.

[tires screeching]

Hey, man,
he's taking my van!

B.A., will you stop
acting like a crybaby?

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

[tires screeching]

The little guy's in the van.

They've got my plant!

He's been plantnapped.

They'll probably
cut off a leaf

and send it to me
to prove they've got him.

Hannibal,
we got to do something!

What happened?

Two guys.
They took it.

Thank heavens!

They took my Vette?

No, the van!

They took the van
and the Vette?

No, they took the van
and not the Vette.

Hannibal and B.A.
got in the Vette
to go after the van.

And they took my plant.

[tires screeching]

I'm gonna get 'em.
They got my van.

If I don't get my ride back,
I'm gonna be talking
to you, man.

Oh, relax, B.A.

You think I'd let
anything happen to your van?

[gun firing]

[car engine decelerates]

[sighing]

Don't worry, B.A.
We'll get them.

Man, I can't believe
this is happening.

Nobody messes with my ride.

This wouldn't
have happened

if not for your
so-called fast car

that can't catch nothing
when the chips are down.

All it is, is just
a piece of junk

you use
to pick up the girls.

What do you want, B.A.?
The tire was shot out.

I want my van!

Oh, come on!
Admit it.

You--you just don't
like my car.

You're right. I admit it.
I don't like your car.

And I ain't too crazy
about you, either.

Oh, yeah?

Typical--typical--typical
20th-Century unenlightened
male conflict.

Both of you fighting over
an inanimate object.

What's this crazy man
talking about now?

B.A., somewhere out in this
inhospitable, polarized world,

a little plant, a little plant
is shrieking for help.

It's withering in the heat,
alone.

If we want
the van or the plant,
we better get moving.

(Davey)
You're right, Hannibal.

Chop shops don't
waste any time.

I've seen cars
hacked to pieces
in 20 minutes. Ruined.

What happens-- What happens
to what's left inside. The...

Never mind. Never mind,
I can't bear to hear it.

(B.A.)
They're put it into the oven.

Cooked alive,
like little pork chops,

until they turn
into tumbleweeds,

then they roll away.

Where's the
local chop operation
around here, Davey?

You used to boost cars.

Who's plugged in?

I'll tell you.

I don't even know
if this guy's around anymore,
but if he is,

Tiny Roscoe has done business
with just about everybody.

He--he used to run
a cycle repair shop
over on Pico.

He's a huge guy.

Gentlemen,
we're gonna see Tiny Roscoe.

[metal clanging]

Who's Tiny Roscoe?

[metal clanging]

Who wants to know?

Me, fool!

Me, too, sucker!

[grunting]

[crashing]

[grunting]

[grunting]

A little nocturnal
auto supply, uh, Tiny?

Oh, now, some people paid
some good money for this.

Unless, of course,

it came out of that
chariot over there.

Hey, look man,
you didn't even tell me
what you want yet.

(Murdock)
Answers.

We want answers!
For instance,

how is it such a big guy
is called Tiny?

Answer that one, blimp-face.

I don't know nothing.

Yes, you do.

Now,

who specializes
in ripping off

expensive cars from
restaurant parking lots?

I don't know, man.
It's not my kind of action.

B.A., would you
give me a hand here?

[grunting]

Now,

unless you see
some future for yourself
in being an omelet,

I suggest you speak up.

You're talking about
major league stuff here.

I don't handle
anything that big.

Who does?

All right, look.

It's just a rumor,
but it's a rumor
I heard a few times.

Tell us.
We're incurable gossips.

Friendly.

Sam Friendly.

It sounds like his
kinda chop operation.

The guy plays both ends.

He brings in stolen cars
from out of state

and then he sells
them off his lot.

Buy a car from Mr. Friendly,

drive it around
for a couple of weeks,

and then while you're taking
the little lady to lunch...

He steals them back
and chops them up
for auto parts.

Kind of
a circular poetry there.

Man does like to
milk the cow, eh, Hannibal?

Indeed.

I don't care about
no cow, Hannibal,
I want my van back.

And Murdock wants his plant.

His what?
Shut up!

Thanks, B.A.
Thanks, I mean, really...
Thanks a lot--

Shut up, fool!
Don't push your luck.

Come on,
we got things to do.

We've got to get out
of here!

You see, I--I told--

He's gone bonkers,
Hannibal.

Personally, I think--
I think he's more

concerned about my plant
than he's admitted.

(Face)
I don't think

they're really gonna
chop your plant, Murdock.

I mean, what's to be gained,
a salad?

Of course, the van.
Now, that's another story.

We could safely assume
that pretty quick

it's gonna end up
as a charm bracelet.

Gonna break some bones, man.

Somebody got to pay.

That's Friendly.

We'll go over to his place
and see what we can dig up.

All right, man.

As long as I find them dudes
before they touch my ride.

[vrooming]

[vrooming stops]

But Sam, if we do that,

all those other orders
go into overtime.

Everything is dropped

except the Victor job
as of right now.

Security's
gonna be extra tight,

and the cops will
check everything.

The car has to be
an exact duplicate,
you understand?

Hey, look, do I do
good work or not?

[sighing]

[vrooming]

Leave it for later.

Hey, leave it for later.

We got to get that
other job done first.

[car door slamming]

Hey, what the hell
do you think you're doing

taking these people
for a drive in my car?

The Denvers?
Oh, a lovely couple.

Been married 40 years.
Only had one argument.

It was about meatloaf.
Isn't that something?

Ahem, anyway, well,
I just took them for a spin

in the chariot
of their dreams.

Sort of helped them
make up their mind, I think.

Hey, Jack.
Get this flake out of here.

Oh, wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait.

Now, tossing out the
best salesman you ever had

before he gets
a chance to close the deal.

You must have money
to burn, Mr. Friendly.

Sam. Those folks are
gonna take that sedan.

Who do you want me
to write this up for?

Yeah, look,
give me a week, huh?

I'll be out
selling every plaid coat

you got standing
around on this lot.

A week?
Right.

You got a day, big shot.
Coat not included.

Now I know why they
call him Mr. Friendly.

Thanks.

[inaudible]

What do you think?

I won't be long.

But do kill the pistons,
would you?

Keep your eyes peeled.
I need my van.

Uh, see anything you like?

Hannibal, this is disgusting.

Me selling used cars.
You know what that does

to the self-esteem
of an artist like myself?

Poor chap.
Sales not going well, huh?

Not going well?

I had to slow down
so half the stiffs around here

don't think
my customers are setups.

Oh, by the way,
Roscoe was right
about Friendly.

Half the cars around here
don't have papers on them.

I need

a dozen stretch limos.

Six black, six silver.

Loaded.
As you Americans would call

wall-to-wall, bossa nova.

A dozen
stretch limousines?

Yes.

You see, I'm promoting
this--this rock concert
at the stadium on Tuesday.

Heavy metal,
light metal, every metal.

I don't see anything,
though.

I do hope you chaps
can help me.

I mean, this concert

is going to be
a gigantic happening!

You understand?

[laughing]
We like to think
we can handle any order.

Sam Friendly.

Call me Johnny B.

I do hope you can
help me, dear boy.

I--I haven't got all day.

Just cut a master disc.

Extremely valuable,
you understand?

As a matter of fact,
perhaps we could

tuck it in your safe
while we ink the pact.

As you probably know,
piracy is killing business.

I mean, you do hear
Cashbox and Billboard
out here, don't you?

Mr. Peck,
you know where the safe is.

Be careful.

Mmm-hmm.

Now, uh, Johnny B.
What I don't have
on my lot here

I can always get.

Good.

It may take a few weeks,

but I don't see any
problems getting them.

Excellent.

Shall we say $50,000?

As a deposit, dear boy.

As a deposit.

Perfect.

Uh, Johnny B. is ready
for his attache case.

Sure.

Ahem.

Thanks.
My pleasure.

Here you go, Johnny.

Ah.

Thank you, dear boy.

It's been
a real pleasure, sir.

Sammy.

I shall call you
in two days.

And do get in touch
with my secretary.

I'll leave
half a dozen tickets

for backstage
at the concert.

Just tell her

Johnny B. said
it was okay

and doors will open.
You know what I mean.

Well?

No van.

Step on it.
Face will call us
as soon as he gets off.

You know, B.A.,
your gold looks
really good on me.

No, it don't.

[laughing]

Man, I never thought
I'd get a coffee break.

Did you get it?

Play it at
a slow speed, Face.

You'll hear the tumblers.

Can you do it later?

Yeah, I'm working late.

[sighing]

How you doing, big guy?

You know, we should have
taken that job
in Saudi Arabia.

Then all we'd have
to worry about are camels.

[growling]

Uh, Cindy, hi.
Hi.

I have a copy of
a loan agreement
I'd like you to put on file.

Oh, sure.
Just leave it on my desk.

Thanks.

[clicking]

Five.

Eight.

Three.

[door opening]

I hope you don't mind.

I was just, uh,
looking at the cars
in the photograph.

Yeah, well, Mr. Friendly
likes expensive cars.

I've been wanting to do that
from the moment
I first met you.

Oh.

Looks like we've got
a lot in common.

Really?
Pumpkin.

Did you get what
you were looking for?

Oh, I know
what you're thinking.

Uh, look, I can explain
everything. See it's...

It's one of those foolish,
crazy things
you always read about.

Take him out back.

What?

[grunting]

My chiropractor
is gonna love this.

Want to tell me
why I find you

in my office with my lady
in under 10 words?

Your lady?
Cindy's your lady?

Hey, I didn't know.

You know what I do with guys
I find messing with Cindy?

Believe me, if I knew
Cindy was your lady

I never would've
even looked at her.

The last thing I want
is to get caught
messing with the boss's girl.

Oh, no, no, no.

Now, you wouldn't want
to put your best salesman

in the hospital, would you?

(Friendly)
Yeah?

Problem?

Well, I don't know.
It could be.

He says his daughter's been
begging him for a Porsche.

Brand new, all the extras,
including a vanity mirror.

The kid's serious.

On top of 12 limos,
he wants a Porsche now?

[laughing]

Incredible.

This guy's
a walking Christmas morning.

[laughing]

Uh, ahem.

Hey, talk about luck, huh?

This guy's
gonna make our year
in a single day.

You tell him his
troubles are over.
We'll have it for him, uh,

quicker than he
can say speed trap.

Speed trap. Right.

See anything?

No.

All I see is a crazy man
asking me a stupid question.

I know you're upset, B.A.

I mean, it's
especially understandable

to someone like me
who's experiencing

his own personal sorrow
and despair,

but check it out, man.
Check it out.

Best way
to deal with this

is not to think of
the source of pain as such.

Just clear it out of
your mind, totally--totally.

Just like one of them
little fizzies

that you drop
in a glass of water, you know?

Want a bite? Chopped liver.

It's beautiful,
Face, the way

you photostatted
old Sam's schedule

before we got there
in the limo.

Well, thanks, Hannibal.
I--I do my best.

Now, how come he
punched you in the eye,
but he didn't fire you?

He may be mad
but he's not stupid.

I sell a lot of cars.

According to this schedule,
there should be
a truck arriving any minute.

Full of hot cars.

Yeah, I'm gonna
enjoy this one.

The trucks are coming.
Trucks are coming.

[car engine starting]

Now, climb down
nice and easy.

Probably doesn't even
have a permit, right?

I want you to give
your boss, Friendly,
a message.

Tell him he ran into
mechanical difficulty.

I suggest he retires
and watch out
for guys like us.

Let's go, Murdock.

Uh-uh, nobody muscles
my action and rips me off.

Listen, uh,

I want those jokers found
and put on ice permanently.

And don't stop working
on that project.

Your deadline is in a couple
of hours, Dirksen.

Mr. Friendly,
Johnny B.'s here
for his Porsche.

It ain't here.
Tell him it ain't here.

But he's gonna--

What do you want me to do,
give birth to it, huh?

It's not here!

Yeah, but I'll tell you,
I--I--

Now, listen.

You're such
a terrific salesman
and everything.

You want a promotion, huh?
You want a raise?

You go out there
and you get him to wait.

Uh-huh, but...

All right.

I'm real sorry.

It's gonna take
another couple of days.

(Johnny B.)
No Porsche, no deal.

Uh, got a problem.

Johnny says
this junks the deal.

If he doesn't get a Porsche
by this afternoon.

Oh, I got those cars
on order already.

Believe me, I--I really
feel bad for you.

But the guy
kept staring at me
through those

jazzy music business
sunglasses, you know?

Kept telling me that
he places a lot of value

on a man being as
good as his word.

Now, frankly,
I--I really don't think
there's much I can do.

Just wait a second, all right.
Just wait here for me.

(Dirksen)
Yeah, it's here, Sam,
but you're making a mistake.

I mean, it just got
off the street
three, four days ago.

(Friendly)
I know where it's been, jerk.

Is it road-ready?

Yeah. Nothing wrong with it.

Good. Get it ready,
polish it.

Muffle the noises,
glue it together,
the whole mess.

Couple of days
we can pick it up
and fence it out of town.

(Dirksen)
Your ball game, Sammy.

Thank you and hey,

call me that name again
and I'll cut your face off

and sew it on upside down.

[dial tone buzzing]

[knocking]

(Friendly)
Hey, Johnny B.

Listen, I'm really sorry
about this misunderstanding.

We've got your car.

It's gonna be here
in just a little bit.

How about this?

Listen...

I hate guys that
punch me in the eye.

You're gonna take us
to see your friend Dirksen.

And off the subject,
you really

ought to change your name.
Friendly?

I mean, that's ridiculous.

Get in.

All right. All right.

How'd you guys
know about Dirksen?

[car door closing]

We got him, B.A.

We'll be right there
to pick you up.

(B.A.)
Move it, fool!
I want my van back.

[tires screeching]

Mr. Friendly, I've decided
to give you my notice.

Well, you know how it is.

I--I just feel we haven't been
getting along
very well lately.

[tires screeching]

Okay, Murdock's in place
to cover us.

We're ready.

Let him through.

(Face)
Move!

All right, boys.

Your chopping days
are over.

You're a very lucky man.

I could have been real mad.

Really mad.

But as it stands,
I'm in a pretty good mood.

[grunting]

(Tony Victor)
Drop the pieces!

(Face)
Oh, boy.

Wish I was sunning
on the banks of
the Nile right now.

These clowns
thought they could

muscle into our operation,
Mr. V.

Ripped off today's shipment
and tried to close us down.

And it looks
like they were doing
a pretty good job of it.

What about our other project?
Any trouble?

(Hannibal)
Mr. V.

Mr. Tony Victor.

Up for a grand jury inquiry
pretty soon, huh?

Tax evasion?

You know,

that's way big Al
got it, Tony baby.

You got
quite a mouth, pal.

Maybe I ought to do
something about that.

Hey, hey.
I owe these guys.

Yeah, yeah,
sure--sure. Why not.

Retire them with flowers.

Okay, put on the uniforms.

Flowers.

(Murdock)
I don't know
what my wife did to it.

I don't know
nothing about cars.

I sure am glad
you came for it.

Boy, I'm just a dummy
when it comes to mechanics.

Whatever you can do,
I'd be real grateful.

[car engine revving]

Check that oil
while you're at it.

I don't like being late
for funerals.

We don't have much time.

[car engine starting]

Okay.

You guys wanted to see
my other operation so bad.

[laughing]

We're gonna show you.

All right, all right,
hold it right there.

Ahem, now, before we drop
your blood pressure, boys,

I want to know
who you work for
and why you're here.

If you want us
to tell you

what you need to know
before you bury us,

you've been eating
too many nut rolls, fellow.

You must be watching
too many old Cagney films.

I said talk!

Or what, you'll kill us?

[laughing]

[car honking]

Tell them we're closed.

[car honking]

We're closed, buddy.

Oh, shoot!

Isn't it the case, man?

Every time I want something
from this place, it's closed.

It's enough to make
a guy feel paranoid.

All right,
drop the hog irons, pilgrims.

Well, look what we've done.

Look what we've done,
and look what I found.

[gun clicking]

Now, where's my plant?
Has anybody seen my plant.

Murdock, it's in the van,
nice and safe.

It's a good thing.
I don't know what
I'd have done

if they hurt
the little fellow.

I'm gonna use your body
as my car bumper.

When I get
finished with your boss,

Mr. Un-Friendly,
I'm gonna take care of you.

Yeah.

What we want to know is,
what is Tony Victor up to?

You talking
about the gangster?

Yeah.

Him and two of his hoods
dressed as cops

pulled out of here
in a squad car.

He said something about
not wanting to
miss a funeral.

The question is,
whose funeral?

And why go as cops?

Hey, remember Tawnia
telling us that Judge Holloway
died last week?

Yeah, that was the judge
that was sitting on Victor's
grand jury.

Holloway's funeral's today
and the DA who's coming hard

down on Victor
is gonna be there.

Victor's not crazy enough
to try and take out
a DA at the judge's funeral.

You're right,
he's crazy enough.

I think we better
pay our respects
to the dearly departed

before there's
a whole lot more of them.

Face,

look at that old
hearse over there.

What a great way
for four wanted guys

to get into
a funeral full of cops.

[whirring]

Nice day for a funeral.

Man, I don't like cemeteries.
It's too quiet.

It won't be for long.

Judge Holloway's services
should be up there,
with that group.

There they are.

What the...

It's those guys
from Dirksen's.

[tires screeching]

[police siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[gun firing]

[police siren wailing]

Colonel, we got company!

(Face)
Now, that's gratitude for you.

(Hannibal)
Yeah, but it was
a terrific funeral.

[tires screeching]

(police officer)
Hey, what do you know,
we just nailed Tony Victor.

(Hannibal)
It was a pleasure.

It makes my day
when we put guys

like Tony V.
and Friendly in the slammer.

Yeah, I wouldn't want to buy
no used car from that fool.

Now, you get it together.

You don't have to
worry about that, B.A.

Looks like it's time
to say our farewells.

(Tawnia)
Aren't you coming, B.A.?

(B.A.)
Are you joking? I don't say
goodbye to no plants.

Boy, Hannibal,
we had such good times
together, you know?

[crying]

Captain, we all have to
go out on our own sometimes.

I know, I know, I know.

The little guy's gonna
be all right, Murdock.

He's got plenty of fresh air,
sunshine, nice view.

Thanks, Face.

I'll stop by on my way home
from work and look in on him.

Appreciate that.
Appreciate that.

Well,

I promise you

I'll come back to
see you every year.

Don't you laugh at me now.

[laughing]

Yeah, we'll just--just sit out
under that old warm sun,

you and me together
and we'll, you know...

Well, you be good, now.

And I want you to be nice
to dogs that pass by
in the night, okay.

[sighing]

Hey, B.A.

Don't you want to go
say goodbye to
the little guy?

I don't talk to
no plants, sucker.

But he's almost
a member of the team.

I mean, he used to watch
over the van
when it was afraid and alone.

Like I said, crazy man,
I don't talk to no plants.

Can't you even go over to him
and say, see you?