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Only a hardheaded gringo...
Would come down here...

On a rescue mission...
ALL ALONE.

This gringo is not
going to talk.

Then kill him.

C'mon, the General's
expecting us.

You can't use your gun...

...Shoot him with his.

it's not working.

This asshole's gun
has no firing pin.

Leave him.

The dogs haven't had to kill
for their food in a while.

Next time, amigo,

plan ahead.

Oh, I'm such a bad Catholic.

No, you're just
sick in the head.

Don't forget the
General's money.

That gringo bribed
the wrong cop...

...and brought a gun
with no firing pin.

♪ Catch me if you can ♪ ♪ I'm
in 'em old school Barkley's. ♪

♪ Back to the fence ♪ ♪
puffin' on that Bob Marley. ♪

♪ Flow like oregano. ♪

♪ You already know my competition's
♪ ♪ stiffer than Ronald Regan. ♪

♪ Let it go. ♪

♪ For you be a mother... ♪

♪ You scrap it's too animated
♪ ♪ like The lncredibles. ♪

♪ Let this beef go around ♪
♪ like the tenty six's ♪

♪ it's young Game of flame. ♪

♪ Welcome to the House of Pain. ♪

Where's my girl, fool?

She cool, man. She in there.
She's still fine as hell.

So that's it? Bada-bing,
you out of the game?

Done with the whole trade?

- Yeah.
- Well, that's the problem, Bosco.

You either keep doing that,

or you do a 15-year bid
in a Mexican prison

with Cheeto's cousin in there.

Same old shit. You choose how
to flush the toilet, brother.

That's right. Easy
way or the hard way.

Come on!

Okay, street soldier. Shit.

But watch yourself, B.A., now, you
gonna lose your oldest friend here.

What's up, girl? You miss me?

Because I missed you. Yes, I did.
It's been too long, baby.

Way too long.

Heck of a place.

Just a heck of a
beautiful place.

Is this a time-share? I'd
love to get in on this.

I like this whole Santa Fe motif
you got going here, Tuco.

It's very Arizona, very Tex-Mex.
It's good. It's good.

Maybe we can get
the guy at my six

to whip up a couple of
quesadiches, you know?

I want the flames to be
seen by the Martians.

Americano, gringo.

- Army intelligence.
- Who's that?

- You, man.
- No.

You're not so intelligent because
you're stuck in some tires.

I'm happy. I'm happy.

Doesn't get any better
than this, right?

- I'm living the dream.
- You are!

You're gonna come here...

...to throw me in a bag
across the border...

...but instead you
have sex with my wife.

Well, first of
all, she's so hot,

and we both hate you. So
that's just sort of how it...

- Good morning!
- Good morning, man!

Now it's a party!

- Is that your best shot?
- Now it's a party, man!

♪ A-ha, okay, what's up?
♪ ♪ Shut up. ♪

♪ A-ha, okay, what's up?
♪ ♪ Shut up. ♪

Whoa!

♪ Okay, what's up? ♪ ♪ Shut up ♪

♪ I got a pocket full of B's ♪ ♪ Cocoa
weed and ain't got no place to go... ♪

Oh, hell, no.

Slide over slowly.

You jacking me?

What is this, opposite day?

I'm not a thief. But if I don't reach
my friend in time, then he dies.

If you ain't a thief, I
guarantee you ain't a killer.

Take your left hand off the wheel and
your right hand off the shifter now.

You ain't gonna shoot
me in the head, pops.

You know that ain't happening.

What the hell's wrong
with you, man?

You shoot a total stranger?

I don't even know you, fool.
Damn.

It'll heal, I promise.

- Here, wrap it in this.
- I know how to make a tourniquet, fool.

I know it hurts, but I had
to make a point with you.

That ain't what's
pissing me off.

You shooting my van is
what's pissing me off, man.

What's wrong with you?

You Army Ranger, son?

Be real careful of what
you say next, pops.

And be ready to empty that burner if
you start shit-talking my battalion.

Never shall I fail my comrades.

Gallantly will I show the world that
I am a specially selected soldier.

Energetically will I meet
the enemies of my country.

I shall defeat them on
the field of battle

for I am better trained.

And I will fight
with all my might.

Colonel Hannibal Smith.
75th Ranger Regiment.

4th Battalion. Fort
Benning, Georgia.

I know who you are, sir.
Corporal B.A. Baracus.

I mean, it was till I was dishonorably
discharged for some bullshit.

I don't subscribe to
coincidence, Corporal.

I believe that, no matter how
random things might appear,

there's still a plan.

We fed him to the dogs.

That here in the
middle of the Mexican desert,

when I needed him most,

I'd find a fellow Ranger.

Boy.

Now, I need your help
to save another.

Bad
news for you today!

This rescue that's coming, we
fed him to the Rottweilers

- about an hour ago.
- You know what's funny?

Is that you actually
believe that you got me.

You actually
think you're gonna kill me.

Can you drive?

Better than anybody
you've ever seen, sir.

Nobody knew where
you were hiding...

There was no intel...
until now, asshole.

In a few minutes I'm
gonna be having a cold beer,

and you are gonna be on fire.
Take care, my friend.

- Alpha, Mike...
- No!

...Foxtrot.

Think about it.

Adiós, mother...

Hannibal!

What are you doing?

Get in!

B.A., move.

This is bullshit!

Ahora, muerto!

Stop it! Please stop!

Please stop! Stop it!
Stop! Please stop!

How's your day going?

This is not going to taste good.

Baby, I just threw up.

Let me get some gum. Let
me just get some gum.

Did you see that? Did
you see Tuco's face?

When you came over,
that was unbelievable!

- How many times did I say it?
- The timing was perfect.

- How many times did I say it, Face?
- It was so beautiful.

- I told you not to take down Tuco alone.
- What?

Well, you...

You know what? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't have the
Hannibal Smith How-to Manual.

- Okay? I had to move.
- And that move snowballs, Face.

You almost got yourself killed.

Which almost got me killed
and almost got him killed.

Five-year-old.

You look like you got
a real bad attitude.

What?

Did I shoot up your van?

Am I wearing your
favorite shirt?

This is your favorite shirt?

Yeah, pretty boy, that's
my favorite shirt.

Did you get shot for me, too?

- And carjacked.
- By me.

Wait, and he
still got you to drive?

Thank you. Peck.

Baracus. It's all good.

See, Face, this is what happens
when we forget about plans

and just fire blind.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry that I have
feelings for a human being,

- that I fell in love.
- Love?

Wait a minute. What about
Miss Croatia three weeks ago?

Rescue sex.

I was just trying to save her.

- Save her?
- Yeah.

Save her? How?

Please, do share with
us your plan, Face.

Okay, I hadn't thought
about that yet.

Exactly. I had to.

Her plane ticket.

Her work visa and
her new passport.

And don't bullshit me that
this was about her, Face.

This was all about Tuco.

Do you have a mag?

- Mike.
- Boss man. How the hell are you?

- Still chewing the same dirt?
- I am, unfortunately.

- And out here in lovely Mexico.
- Good.

- So what have you got for me?
- I got a fast bird doing pizza runs.

- The call sign is "Hatchet."
- Hatchet. Okay.

And that is whatever
you want it to be.

This is yours.

General, may I remind you, they
don't take to the gringos.

I owe you one, okay?

- Let's not wait till Bragg again, huh?
- Three years.

- And the kid. Still you and the chicks.
- B.A. What?

How am I gonna just leave my
girl like this, after all that?

I had to fight to get her back.

Leave the keys and we'll
come back for her. Come on.

Looking shabby.

- What is the deal, brother?
- Shoot anything that moves, okay?

- This is worse than Colombia.
- I know Tuco, man.

Don't worry about it. I'll take her
to war college in Saint Tropez.

I'll get you all their numbers,
so don't worry about it.

- Face, look after the Corporal.
- Yeah. Okay.

And you're covered in gas,
which I think is interesting.

Find a treatment room, Corporal.

Make it quick. I'm
gonna find our pilot.

Hey.

Hey, Doc, you got a
second for a wounded vet?

Highly decorated
combat pilot.

You ask him, he thinks he's
the best in the world.

But he's a functioning lunatic.

Last week he tried to escape
by jump-starting an ambulance.

Clear.

Damn it!

My kind of guy.

It almost hit your tattoo there.

Has anyone seen Mr.
Murdock?

- The old Ranger tat.
- Mr. Murdock?

Would you think I was crazy if
I told you I had one of these?

Something wrong with
your eyes, man.

- Mr. Murdock?
- Not while I'm operating, nurse.

- Not now.
- Why are you off the ward?

Is that gas? Is that you?

- I smell gas.
- What do you mean, "ward"?

- What ward?
- This man is a patient here.

Is this you? Don't listen
to her, she's crazy.

Honestly, I'm a practicing doctor
at Johns Hopkins University.

- Did you ask him to do a lightning bolt?
- I asked for no lightning bolt.

- I'm calling security.
- What's wrong with this fool?

- Is he crazy?
- It is you.

- You on fire, man.
- What? What's that?

- What the...
- Oh, Jesus!

- You Rangers. I like you!
- Are you crazy?

Hey! Hey, come on!

Corporal, off. Back off!

This is a hospital.

- Everybody's met Mr. Murdock.
- Met him?

He lit my arm on fire.

He stitched a lightning
bolt in mine, man.

Look at me, son.

I'm told you're a hell
of a chopper pilot.

The best, sir.

I'm not getting on a
chopper with this nut job.

Yeah, that's a good... Is he
another one of your projects?

I'm a real soldier.
I'm a Ranger, baby.

I'm worried!

I'm a Ranger, sir.

That's good enough for me.

You have been released
into our care

- and reinstated, Captain.
- I'm not even close to good with that.

Thank you, sir.

Let's get the hell out of here.

You gorgeous old rust bucket, you.

Did you miss your daddy?

Face, what's the most important
part of a well-oiled plan?

To be one step ahead
of the enemy,

- not to be running away from him.
- Who says we're running?

What, we're going to
go in this dinosaur

- with this freak show?
- Yep.

♪ You spin me right ♪
♪ round, baby Right round. ♪

- Rotors are good, sir.
- Who is this guy?

Come on! Let's go!

We've got gringos to kill!

Murdock, get
this thing in the air.

Hold on, boys!

I'm gonna try something
I saw in a cartoon once.

What you talking about cartoons for?
Get us the hell out of here!

We got a hot chopper
to your six.

I'm blocking bullets.
We're bulletproof.

We're bulletproof, boys!

Oh, heads up.

I see you, gringo!

You pancaked my van!
I'm gonna kill you, fool!

You can't park there.
That's a handicap zone.

- I knew you was crazy! I knew...
- This is a mistake.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

Blow them out of the sky.

I've never tried this before!

Did you see that?

Did you see how he
turned the helicopter?

Whoa! There's nothing like some
good air-to-air combat, eh, boys?

Don't look at me! Look there!

He's only got
heat seekers left.

Captain, get us out of here.

Hold on,
this could get ugly!

Here we go! Come
on, baby, climb!

Fire the missiles.

Whoa! Missiles!
Come on, come on.

That's how we
deal with heat seekers, chaps.

We go cold.

What the hell?

Face, get him in here!

Holy, shit! Oh, shit!

Got him!

Restart. Restart.

Close the door!

I know you're Airborne Rangers,
but that was ridiculous!

You're gonna be okay.

Boss, the idea is to kill
Tuco, not the other way around!

One step ahead of the
game isn't a plan, kid.

Two to three steps ahead.

Beating an enemy's move
before it's even made.

That's a plan.

Hatchet, Hatchet, lock on my LC.

General
Tuco, you are currently engaged

in unauthorized warfare on United
States military personnel.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
You engaged me.

Repeat.

You are engaged in unauthorized warfare
on United States military personnel.

Over United States air space.

- What?
- Alpha, Mike...

- Foxtrot!
- ...Foxtrot!

- In other words, Adiós, mother...
- Oh, no.

Yeah!

Well done, Captain.

- That was awesome.
- That wasn't awesome.

- You are a genius!
- I'm never flying again in this thing!

I never should have
doubted you, boss!

There's a plan in
everything, kid.

And I love it when a
plan comes together.

Gunpowder cooking.
Nothing like it.

Face, you want it
napalmed or nuked?

Nuke it.

- Nuke it!
- Mmm-hmm.

Murdock, burn the
hell out of it,

like it was damned.

Burn the whole
place down, buddy.

- You want secret sauce?
- No, no, no. None of that anti-freeze.

The secret's out. You crazy.
Everybody knows.

No one can do an anti-freeze
marinade like you can, Murdock.

But I got a little Bell's
palsy last time I ate that.

It's only partial paralysis.
Come on, take it like a man.

Yes, sir. I'm having
that conversation right now.

We will enforce that. I've
got it well in hand, sir.

I don't think you want me to be
in the field partially paralyzed, bud.

Visitors.

Yeah.

Wow, I'm a little taken aback.
I'm not gonna lie.

Lieutenant.

Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed
to call you Lieutenant back?

No, you're supposed
to call me Captain.

Captain. Captain?

That's right.

Captain Crunch. Look at you.
Wow.

So, I guess you said no to
the kids, no to the family.

Just no ladder you
can't climb, huh?

No, no, honey,
I just said no to you.

Hello. My name's Percy.

Would you like some pork?

If I broke every bone in your
hand, could you still do that?

This is crazy. Three years?

We haven't seen each
other for three years,

this is what we're
gonna talk about?

What would you like to discuss?

Did you take my Steely Dan CD?

I'm not even going
to respond to that.

We listened to it, like,
nine times in a row.

We were drinking that crappy cabernet.
You remember that?

We were doing something else.
What were we doing?

Do you remember what it was we were doing?
It was in a bedroom.

You don't remember?

The only thing I
remember is leaving.

Which is my fondest
memory of you.

You guys are the best.
Stay out of trouble, you hear me?

Take care. Yes. Thank you.

Keep that on.

Colonel, my name is Lynch,
I'm with Central intelligence.

I knew a company man named Lynch
back in the first Desert Storm.

Yeah, I come from a
long line of Lynches.

You ever stop to consider that maybe
the reason nobody trusts the CIA

is because nobody knows
your real names?

What can I do for you,
Mr. Lynch?

I need you to help me to stop
Saddam's former flunkies

from stealing over a billion
dollars in the next 30 hours.

Now, the only mint outside of the U.S.
capable of printing our money

belonged to the Shah of lran.

During the lran-Iraq
War, it went missing.

Rumor was, Saddam had stolen it.

And we stole it back
during Desert Storm.

Well, you didn't get
the engraving plates.

it didn't matter.

They would have had to rebuild a
mint just to print those bills.

Well, sir,

it's happening as we speak.

Fedayeen thugs have seized what's
left of the Iraqi National Mint

to run off billions of dollars
in unbacked American currency.

How are they planning on moving
the plates and a billion dollars

- out of Baghdad?
- Armored convoy,

manned with former
Iraqi spec ops.

You know, high speed,
shoot-to-kill types.

So how do you plan
on stopping them?

Listen, there's some rumors
about some top-secret plates

being smuggled out of the
city by Saddam loyalists.

Do you know anything about this?

Seriously, if you're going to
make a play for these plates,

I'm waving you off right now.

'Cause it's my responsibility
and it's my ass.

I'm serious.

- Face?
- Mmm-hmm.

I will court-martial you.

- Whoo! Okay.
- Hey.

Get the memo.

Tell your beloved Colonel Smith
and stay the hell out of Baghdad.

You know,

you never came back. I thought
you were gonna come back.

Well, this is me, coming back.

You think those clowns
can really pull this off?

Listen, listen, I would
never tell him this,

but they are the best clandestine
unit in the four branches,

and they specialize
in the ridiculous.

Shadow Peck and
the rest of them.

- Do not let them out of your sight.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Doesn't diablo mean "devil"?
- Yeah, man.

God damn it, Hannibal,
what do you want me to do?

If this were my operation
and you wanted it,

- you would have the mission.
- You let Black Forest deploy on this,

and it's an international
incident, I promise you.

They're not soldiers.

They're frat boys
with trigger fingers.

- Who's running the ground team?
- Brock Pike.

Pike.

He's a thug. He's a cartoon character.
Come on.

Hannibal, we have been
ordered, ordered, mind you,

to stay out of Baghdad.

- Cut, dried, the end.
- General,

we should find him a little
wiggle room, don't you think?

You know, I knew another
Lynch, a CIA stooge.

Stationed in Laos, '68.

- No relation.
- Are you sure?

'Cause you remind me of him.

I'm due in Kabul in a few hours.

I'll be back here in 48. I'm
assuming we're green and go.

Notify me otherwise.

He's wearing body
armor in the HQ.

And that should tell you everything
you need to know about the CIA.

Russ, let's do some good on
the way out the door here.

Those plates are gonna
do all kinds of damage.

Let me go get them.

Forget about it, Hannibal.
Steer clear of this one.

Well clear of it.

This is a gauntlet run right
through the heart of Sadr City.

Saddam Hussein was a
certifiable madman,

but even he wasn't crazy enough

to go into that place more
than once in 30 years.

We pulled out of there a week ago
and already it's the Wild West.

You actually
sound worried.

- And you actually seem offended.
- Yeah.

Well, this isn't about
you losing a step now.

I want you to know that.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm 10 times the man I
was when you met me.

- Uh-huh.
- And twice as fast.

Russ,

the boys and I can get this
done, minus the bloodshed.

Those plates can do
all kinds of damage.

Don't make me beg.

I'd hate to see you
beg, Hannibal.

You've been my friend
for a long time.

More importantly,

you and those boys
have possibly been

the most valuable military asset
I have ever had at my disposal.

Now, you asked me not
to make you beg.

Right now, I'm begging you.

Hannibal, please,
let this one go.

Russ, this is too big an enterprise.
We can't let these bozos do this.

It's way too big.

And you'd do it with or
without my blessing?

No, that I wouldn't.

I need your blessing.

I'm not so sure that
it is a blessing.

Good hunting, my friend.

Thank you.

How'd it go with the old man?

Same old, same old.
What you got there?

Pictures of my new baby.

Oh, look at her.
Who's a proud papa?

These pictures are the closest
Murdock gets to that van.

It's ready for me
when I go back to LA.

Listen, B.A., we're extending
our stay a little bit.

We're going back into Baghdad.

I thought we was ordered
to stay out of Baghdad.

- That's true, but I'm...
- Smith.

- Pike.
- I understand you and your grunts

are now stealing my gigs.
I don't like that.

I figured you Black
Forest guys would be busy

installing a dictatorship or
overthrowing a democracy somewhere.

it's still the weekend, yet.
That's nine-to-five stuff, pops.

Look at you clowns.

You're not soldiers.

You're assassins in polo shirts.

We'll make in a week what
you guys make in a year.

Cash don't buy guts, kid,

or brains.

And you're short on both.

This is Morrison's base.
Bug out of my op.

They make you wear the
yellow shirt there, B.A.?

What's that stand
for, "Barely Able"?

Get out of my way, punk.

Hey, don't sweat them.

They might have just done us a favor.
A big one.

Let me see, we got one
medium tank left.

I'm telling you, there's
a reason she came back.

Face, I told you,
forget about her.

The levels of ambition
on this woman...

I ain't stepping foot in any
type of aircraft, Hannibal.

No gliders, paper
planes, ultra-lights.

- You ever gonna let me live that down?
- No.

Mexico was a long time ago,
and I saved your life.

How about thanking me for not
whooping your ass at the hospital?

I was an Airborne
Ranger until I met you.

And you chickened out just like...

- 263 jumps.
- Just a thank-you would have been nice.

And one helicopter ride
with you screws it up.

Airborne Ranger with a fear of flying.
Like a punk!

B.A., for the last time,
nobody leaves the truck

once we take it over. Okay?

My cousin takes me to this
party where this amazing cover band

does this trash metal version
of Hello by Lionel Richie.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. It goes...

Hello,
is it me you're looking for?

Guys, how long have
they been in there?

- About three hours.
- Three hours.

Three hours?

They've been in there for three hours?
They haven't come out at all?

No one came out to
take a leak, nothing?

- No.
- Nope.

I've been here for three seconds
and that sounds odd to me.

I've been watching
that tent like a hawk.

Really? It looks like you're eating
some risotto and sitting on your ass.

I don't know. I wanted the soup.

I wasn't eating risotto. I had...
it's not risotto.

Yeah, boys.

Yeah, he wants to
fight, doesn't he?

Damn, this is awesome. They
got us a stripper, too.

You got that hot enlisted look.
Me likey.

Before I throw you in the
stockade, where are they?

They didn't tell us... Captain.

They just gave us a case of
beer and 50 bucks apiece.

I got a hundred.

Oh, did you get a hundred?

You think we get
to keep the hair?

Staging, movement, action plan.

There's a nice read for you.

Hell, yeah, Hannibal.
This is it right here.

This is bat-shit insane.

- It's perfect.
- This is beyond nuts, boss.

It gets better.

B.A., you'll need a piece of contoured
metal to make a skid plate.

Let's go, fool.

Murdock, we'll
need a car battery, too.

See if the boys at Black
Forest can help us out.

Press credentials, we need them.

Hit the media tent and
see what's lying around.

Sorry,
my friend, I see you've put the...

South African microphone
at the bottom.

You can't always put
the CNN on top.

Private, there are two mics. I don't
know if there is something...

♪ I was a moving man ♪
♪ in my younger days. ♪

Murdock, we
need a news camera.

See what you can do.

All right, sorry.
Sorry. Sorry.

Hello. I'm...

I'm in love with you.

Listen, we're doing a
preliminary poll of...

What are we talking about?
Of the pull-out.

We're gonna need
airbags, lots of them.

- What bureau are you with, darling?
- Le Monde.

Are you French?

Hello, this is General Parker.
I need...

Okay. It's for you.

Hey, fool, you need to call
an air strike on yourself.

- We're good, mate. I'll meet you.
- No, I think we need to get going now.

You need to understand what
I'm telling you right now.

B.A., we're
gonna need a magnet.

- Yeah!
- A powerful one.

You ever
seen Blue Man Group?

I'll pick up the rest.

I'm just gonna go for it.

Ooh, la, la.

What
would you give for one chance

to come back here and
tell our enemies

that they may take our lives,

but they'll never
take our freedom!

Ready to go downtown?

Good luck tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- Give 'em hell.

General Morrison, where the
hell is Hannibal Smith?

Captain, you would do well to
revise your tone and readdress me.

General, I have authority under
DCIS that supersedes your command,

so last time, before this becomes
embarrassing for the both of us,

where is Hannibal Smith?

Would you excuse us, General?

Captain, in nearly 40 years
of being in this army,

I have learned to
control my temper

and my voice when in the presence
of a subordinate officer

who, for at least the time being,
seems to have lost her goddamn mind.

Now, it is my understanding

that you have a question for me.
Is that correct?

You are correct, sir.

Then when you are prepared to remember
that you are still an officer

in the United States Army, in
spite of your civilian attire,

and are ready to present that
question in a military fashion,

then perhaps we could get
somewhere with this discussion.

If you have sent an Alpha Team into
Baghdad for any reason whatsoever,

that is a direct violation
of a DOD order.

Well, and as much as you
have this kind of knowledge,

I can't help wondering why it is
that you need to ask anything of me.

I will take that as
your confirmation, sir.

They go
mobile in three hours.

The plates and over
a billion dollars

will be loaded into the
back of a semi at the mint.

They're overland for exactly 4.6
miles before they reach the bridge.

That's our window,
and it closes fast.

These guys will go weapons hot
at the first whisper of trouble.

Face, your point of entry
is under the hotel.

It'll be packed with foreign
press and private security.

B.A., you're in this
alleyway on a stopwatch.

Make sure the bike has
V-tins or better.

I got something a
whole lot better than that.

- Bam!
- What about me, boss man?

I had a little
helicopter here someplace.

You got some barrel rolls?
Some mid-air stalls?

I'm looking for my next
near-death experience.

Only air support
this time, Captain,

but I'll get you in on the next one.
I promise.

B.A., I need you to pop
that clutch at 0630.

Is that me?

Oh, no, I forgot. I'm in an Iraqi sewer.
Thanks, boss!

Timing is everything, Face.

This is all about
the bull's-eyes.

Why not?

From under the semi, you'll
take out the truck directly behind you.

Huh?

Now, these guys are
gonna be onto you, Face.

B.A., that's your
cue for throttle.

Be sure to look both
ways before crossing.

And have a nice
full tank of gas.

You'll have multiple
hostiles on board, B.A.

Escort them from the premises.

if any stragglers sneak up behind,
don't worry, I got your back.

Gotcha, kid.

Attaboy.

That's all fine in theory, but I still
don't see how we get out of Baghdad.

I do.

B.A.! Hang a right!

All right! Hang on!

- Watch out! Watch out!
- Heads down!

Oh! Nice one, B.A.!

Face, get the airbags!

Gotta make sure this thing
stays locked for later!

Beautiful!

One, two, three.

Hey, boss, airbags do
deploy on impact, right?

B.A., get
in the container.

Contact, rear!

Shit!

See, this is the part of
the plan I don't trust!

Don't worry, Face!
The rope will hold!

If I was worried, I'd be nailing
myself to the container right now!

Hang on, boys!

Bam! Come on! I smoked you!

You boys
see that down there?

Murdock? What is that
fool doing here?

Don't lock me in here.
I ain't playing with y'all!

Hey, boss, you
ever play that game at the fun fair

where you try to pick up a
stuffed animal with the claw?

This is a lot like that.

That's it!

Did you lock this?

You locked it, didn't you?

Hannibal, open this
door right now, man!

What the... Are you
hooking this thing?

- You hooking this up to a helicopter?
- I got you.

What the hell's going on?
You ain't that crazy!

Tell me we ain't flying!
I'm gonna kill you, fool!

- Boss, is that Bosco?
- Get me out of here!

- That's not good.
- Let me out of here!

That's not good.
He is not happy.

Agent Lynch, I'm
patching surveillance

from the General's
tent to you now.

Sir, I have an
inbound V-22 tilt-rotor

on approach from the northwest.

Identified friendly. Landing
under the General's orders.

Alpha Delta Alpha, stand down.
Checked, friendly.

Those are our boys. D-block
perimeter around LZ

for essential cargo touchdown.

Russ, we are in the net.

Copy that. I will
be there in five.

I've got a big bottle
of Blue Label waiting.

A bottle? Make it
a case, Scrooge.

See you in a few.

Who's gonna let him out?

- You!
- You!

What you don't realize is,
now I gotta kill all of y'all!

I'll kill all of y'all!
Hannibal first, then Murdock!

- Boss man.
- I'm gonna save Face for last!

- Let me try something.
- Go for it.

Is it weird that I'm more scared
now than what we just did?

Bosco, it's Murdock.

Murdock, open this door!

I'll make you some of that
coconut-curry tapenade that you love.

That might work.

With toast points?

Hell, yeah, with toast points.
What, you're gonna have that

- with plain old chips?
- Let's do this.

- Damn! You tricked me.
- There he is.

- There he is!
- I hate that!

- Come on!
- Get away from me, man!

The only reason I don't kick y'all
asses is 'cause you all outrank me.

You should know better!
You know I hate flying!

- I'm wet! I stink!
- Hoo! Yeah!

And I can't spend
none of that money!

- Money can't buy happiness.
- Damn, man!

Hey, Murdock, you cooking tonight.
You better get your apron on.

I love it when a
plan comes together.

- Hannibal, who was that?
- General?

- Is that the General?
- Russ.

- Get there. Get in there.
- General!

- Russ!
- General!

General!

Jesus Christ.

Pike.

Contact rear!

Get in there!

Get there, get there!

After conferring,
we've decided to demote you

to the rank of First Lieutenant.

Lieutenant
Sosa, it's nothing personal,

but you lost those plates.

Those were your responsibility.

Consider yourself lucky.

Others are going to
prison over this.

Good
day, Director McCready.

Lieutenant, you're dismissed.

Colonel Smith, this
court has been unable to recover

any direct order from General Morrison
for you to conduct the mission

for which you're being tried.

Your Honor, this
was a covert operation

and no official
orders were given.

So the one
individual who can verify

the legitimacy of this operation is
deceased. Is that correct, Colonel?

No, Your
Honor, not deceased.

General Morrison was murdered.

Colonel, I've been
around a long time.

I've seen units like yours.
They're outlaws.

Units like that pose
a direct threat

to the fabric and
fundamentals of our military.

Your Honors, why hasn't Black
Forest been brought to trial?

Black Forest and its personnel are not
subject to military jurisdiction.

Where's the plan,
boss? Where is it?

Where's the escape hatch?
Because I don't see it.

- This mission isn't over, Lieutenant.
- What mission?

I clear our names.
We find Pike and the plates.

No matter what.

Your Honors, these men were
acting under my command.

Any judgment should be levied
against me, and me alone.

Absolutely not, sir.

We were all participating in
this operation willingly.

I don't wanna be
tried separately.

I refuse to be tried
separately, sir.

In accordance with the Uniform
Code of Military Justice,

this court is rendering
guilty verdicts

for each member of this
Alpha Unit, or A-Team,

and mandating incarceration in
separate maximum-security facilities

for a period of up to 10 years.

You're all hereby
stripped of formal rank

and dishonorably discharged.

This is bullshit, man.

This
session is adjourned.

Disgraceful.

- Do not touch me, okay?
- Captain, stand down.

Order! Order!

Absolute disgrace!

You happy? Are you
happy, Charissa?

Colonel, control your men!

- Get your hands off me!
- This is a disgrace!

Well, hello,
Mr. Lynch. Long time.

You look very relaxed, Lynch.

A lot of cameras in here.

Yeah, there are.

Yeah, well, they seem to be having
some technical issues at the moment.

May not show up till playback.

Hannibal. Can I
call you Hannibal?

I can't call you
Colonel anymore.

Six months.

Been waiting for you
to bust out of here

and round up the rest
of the Backstreet Boys

and lead me to those plates.

Six months and not a peep.

Everybody thought you and your
team were working with Pike.

Mmm. Everybody except you.

Pike murdered Morrison. Set me and
my boys up and stole those plates.

And I know where he is.

Nobody knows where he is.

It's a single image of him.

Taken about a month ago,
somewhere in Europe.

We think it's a grab
from a CCTV camera.

Frankfurt, Germany.

How did you
get that in here?

Time, Lynch.

Give me a minute and I'm good.

If I've got an hour, I'm great.

You give me six months,
I'm unbeatable.

I know Pike.

Who's the Arab?

We don't know.

We think he's the deep, dark,
hidden hand in this whole thing.

Maybe a broker, maybe a buyer.

Lynch, we have common
enemies and you have limited choices.

My team is still your best shot
at getting those plates back.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Then why did you make the
long drive out here?

You and your boys at Langley want
your own private printing press.

That's about as deep as
your patriotism goes.

So, what would you need from me?

I swore to my team that I
would clear our names.

You of all people must
understand the value of a name.

Now, listen.

I want full reinstatement
and clean records

for myself and my team.

I can't get you out of here.

Not legally, at least.

This is something the boys at
Langley do very, very well.

Make sure the dosage is right.

And when I say right,
I mean perfect.

♪ Don't seem like happiness ♪
♪ will come along. ♪

Cuban.
What a shame.

♪ Everybody's throwing ♪
♪ rocks in my bed ♪

♪ Just can't seem to ♪
♪ get ahead in life. ♪

♪ Ooh, nothing I do ♪
♪ ever turn out right. ♪

♪ Won't somebody help me, please? ♪

♪ 'Cause I've been ♪
♪ lonely for so long. ♪

♪ Don't seem like happiness ♪
♪ will come along ♪

♪ I've been lonely... ♪

You are not permitted

in my dojo!

So, Satan walks into this bar...

Wait a minute.
What's this, a lap pool?

A dry steam room?

Yeah, it'll go a long
way with the boys.

How in the hell do
you pull this off?

It's not who you know, Bob,
it's how you know them.

Oh! Did your boy get
back from Afghanistan?

Yeah. Thanks for getting him home.
His mother and I are real grateful.

- Captain.
- Hey.

You left
something on the bed.

- Could have hid those.
- Why would I want to do that?

I'll see you at 8:00.

- And now you want to build...
- A lap pool and a dry steam.

Overlooking a sundeck.

Hey, LT, thanks for the boots.

Ah! Come on. It's
my pleasure, baby!

Beautiful.

Listen, now I know this
is good for the body,

but how do you protect the face?

You don't mess with it, kid.

Gotcha.

- Thanks for the tan.
- You got it.

McCREADY: Smith has
escaped, Lieutenant.

Let me go after him.

Smith and his team were working
with Brock Pike and Black Forest.

I can get those plates
back for you, sir.

You know I can.

Holla what? Holla who?

Holla me.

Hey.

Hey! Let me out!
Hey, hey! Hey!

I see him standing there,
and I was like, "What?"

And then it turned black and I
woke up, and my face was numb,

and I just...

And you mopped up the
footprints that led out,

ignored the fact
that your lab coat,

pass card, car keys
and car were missing.

Looks like he ate Smith.

Gilbert, you've
either deliberately

aided and abetted a federal
fugitive's escape,

or you're the single dumbest human being
I've ever come into contact with.

- You smell that?
- Don't talk about it.

Would you like to know
which way I'm leaning?

Forward.

I would test this man's
urine, on the hour.

I was a week away from
my parole hearing.

You are really tan.

Told you the mission
wasn't over.

I'm putting the
team back together.

I need you, Face. I can't
do this without you.

Warden, how did Smith arrange a
personal visit without your consent

or your signature? How
does that happen?

How the hell did
this guy do that?

Seal that up, nobody
goes in there.

Log-in pages from the day in
question have been removed.

- Why does that not surprise me?
- Torn out.

The cigar was in the
spine of that book.

- Subtle. It's a good book.
- Right.

This is surveillance from all
around the prison, right?

Mmm-hmm.

What you're watching
is a signal jammer.

Every time he walks through
one of these things,

we get massive interference. He
waltzes in here and waltzes out.

Nobody knows who he is.

God.

Yes. The cigar that Colonel
Smith broke out of prison with.

- Yeah. Wanna hear the crazy part?
- Yes.

Lab reports show lethal amounts
of, wait for it, tetrodotoxin.

Tetrodotoxin? What is that?

- The near-death drug.
- Yes, that sleeping beauty thing.

Yeah. And you know who
likes to use that, right?

- Who?
- Our friends at Langley.

It's one of their favorites.

Come on, do you really think that the
CIA came to the prison to visit Smith?

This sounds kind of crazy, but
I think the CIA broke him out.

Who put us on?

The same guy that put us on in Baghdad.
Lynch, CIA.

What are we talking about? Clean records?
Reinstatements?

All of the above.

What about Pike and the plates?

Payback.

What are they exchanging?
What is that?

Is that how he got this in here?

One of these things is
not like the other.

I suck at these games.

Where's this plate from?
What is that plate?

It's an "F." Frankfurt, Germany.

Oh, Frankfurt, Germany.

Smith is talking to us.
This is not accidental.

With this guy, there's a
plan and two to back it up.

I take it you didn't
get religion inside.

No. I got revenge.

Good.

I know a couple of guys that'll
feel the exact same way.

I'm counting on it.

Emergency exit now.

Hannibal.

Baracus, don't do it!

Where he going?
What's he doing, man?

Baracus! God damn it!

Sosa.

McCREADY: Lieutenant,
Peck's already gone.

What?

Baracus and Murdock are left.
Handle it, Lieutenant.

Right. Okay.

I don't want to be embarrassed
like this again. Do you?

Okay. No, no, no, no. We're gonna
catch and deploy from here.

Peck escaped.

- Oh, hell. You think Smith is involved?
- Definitely.

Get graphics on him and Smith.
Anything that'll ID them instantly.

I know they got Murdock in
a psych ward in Mannheim.

Right. Okay. Where
the hell is B.A. Baracus?

How did you know that once
that door was extracted

- that it would take his weight?
- I just did. He's...

- You know, he's what, 225, 230 pounds?
- 230. Yeah.

Remember the gag we did in
Venezuela seven years ago?

Venezuela. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But that was a midget.

Yeah, I wouldn't go for that.

- Hey, big guy. There he is.
- Yeah! He's back.

- Yeah, it's good to be back.
- Come on.

- It's good to be back.
- My man.

- It's good to see you, bud.
- You, too, bro. You, too.

- Thanks.
- You look well.

It's good to see you guys.

- What?
- Where's the Mohawk?

What, you don't like
my new do, man?

Do I like it? Well, we got you
the clippers. I thought...

Yeah, I used them.

Hey. What's up, big guy?

Come on, you can speak to us.

Guys...

I can't kill anybody.

- What do you mean?
- I've taken a vow.

- Vow?
- Of non-violence.

I'll still do anything for
you guys, you know that.

But I just can't kill, man.

Old habits may die hard,

but they still gotta die.

When I was a kid, all you
heard in the hood was,

"Bosco's a badass, out
collecting scalps."

That's where the
Mohawk came from.

Was always at war.

And that's what
warriors are for.

Hannibal, man. I don't
miss that life.

I'll help you get Murdock,
and right that wrong,

- but I can't kill.
- Even Pike?

Even if killing him
would clear your name?

My conscience is the
only thing I need clear.

Now, where's that
crazy-ass fool?

Transference.

Healing feelings.

You can't warehouse
these things, you know?

You have to express to progress.

We gotta empower
your emotional tower

and send out a wavelength of
self-love and acceptance.

Thank you.

Clear.

He seems completely impervious to it.
It's impossible to develop a base reading.

Have you increased the voltage?

Every single session, yes.

- Healing feelings, baby.
- And?

Is that all you got? Here we go.

Clear.

Yee-ha!

Yeah, I think I might have
felt something there.

♪ Oh, no, I won't sleep. ♪

Howard Little.

You have a package here
from an Annabelle Smith.

I don't know
any Annabelle Smith.

Sure you do, Howie.

Sure you do, baby. Annabelle.

Remember the nurse from Da Nang?
The redhead, double amputee?

Professional hang glider? Yes!

Guys.

Annabelle.

Yeah. Yeah.

Annabelle.

Annabelle. You have
outdone yourself. Look at this.

- It's so real.
- Beauty.

A movie in three dimensions.

Stand-to, soldier.

- Jerries advancing on the western front.
- Good heavens.

Got a secret mission for you.

Take these and distribute
them amongst the men.

- Yes, sir.
- Don't fail the Queen.

- No, sir.
- Great.

Yes, sir.

Movie, movie, movie...

I knight you.

Sir, you have to put your head down.
Stand up and do it again.

Movie, movie...

Now let's sing to the Queen.
When I ask you... Not yet.

- Movie, movie...
- Movie, movie...

You get glasses!
You get glasses!

Ball!

When you kneel, you put your
head down straightaway.

Looking me in the eye is disrespectful.
Do you understand?

Movie, movie...

You're looking me in the eye now.
That's wrong.

Movie, movie, movie...

Aquaman? Hello.

You get glasses!
You get glasses!

Rise, Sir 3D, and enjoy
your motion picture.

- Movie! Movie!
- Movie! Movie!

Boy, could I use two
hours of not this.

Pass out the sedatives and order
some pizzas for these freaks.

- Movie, movie...
- Movie, movie...

Movie...

Shit.

Excuse me, can I
help you with something?

Yes. Captain Murdock,
where is he?

- Right through there.
- Thank you.

El diablo.

Okay.
Settle down.

No talking during the movie.

Down in front!

Look, it's 3D, man!

I'm sick of 3D.

Captain Murdock.

You remember me from Baghdad?

Okay, this is pointless.
This guy is fried.

Yeah, there's a
reason why he's in here.

And his entire team has
escaped, except him.

Movie!

Take a look around anyway.
Let's make sure he's alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, Captain, your
chariot awaits.

Sorry, boys, gotta run!
Can't finish the movie.

Do let me know how it ends.

Charissa, where are you hiding?
Stay beautiful, baby.

- Punch it, B.A.
- Let's go, fool.

Get the truck!

She's actually shooting at us.

You guys should see
these bullets in 3D!

- Murdock, get in here!
- It's like we're actually being shot at!

You are getting shot at,
you crazy-ass fool!

- Stop right there!
- Ram it.

Hey! I said halt!

Damn! Sorry, dude.

It looks like they're
headed for the tarmac.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- Gentlemen.
- Holy shit, that's Hannibal Smith.

Are any of you armed and/or
wanted federal fugitives?

- No.
- Well, we're both.

- Which means...
- This is a bad idea.

This is a bad idea.

Stop being a baby. You're a grown-ass man.
Get on the plane.

- You're taking the plane?
- And that's why I joined the Army.

We gotta finish the escape.
Man up and get in there.

The best and brightest. Appreciate
it, boys. That'll be all.

Who's got the keys?
I just need your keys.

What you talking about keys?
You don't need no keys for no plane.

- I do need keys.
- For what?

This is a bad idea. We just broke
this guy out of a psych ward.

Hannibal, you let
the real pilots go.

- B.A., relax. You're gonna be fine.
- Take one of these.

What is this? Will it knock me out?
It better knock me out,

'cause if it don't, I'm
gonna knock you out.

Bosco, the buttons
are confusing me.

- Shut up, Murdock.
- Come on, Murdock. Let's go.

You gonna fly this plane? Forget it.
I'll turn myself in.

- What does this do?
- Come on.

- Come on, Murdock.
- I got lucky.

Hang on, boys.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop.

Face, your girlfriend is back.

- Reverse now.
- Son of a bitch!

Move your ass now.

- The C-130 versus the Mercedes-Benz.
- Lift us off, Murdock.

- How about faster?
- Faster!

I'm trying. I got it pinned!

Oh, my God!

Get us to flight control.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are
expecting slight turbulence.

Please remain in your seats until
the captain has turned off

the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign.

Don't worry, boys! Turbulence
has never brought down a plane!

What the hell is that?

But we got inbound subsonic
UAVs with missile lock!

And they bring down
planes all the time!

Okay, they're coming in.
Launching countermeasures!

Whoa!

Did you see that?
That's my diversion!

They die on this version.

Hang on! Hang on! Hold on!
We're going over.

Murdock, what the
hell are you doing?

You boys
remember Mexico?

Whoa!

Ladies and gentlemen,
from the flight deck,

if you look out of the right-hand
side of the aircraft, you'll notice

that your right wing is on fire.

Tango reacquired. Missile
lock pending, sir.

Lieutenant Charissa Sosa, DCIS. Major,
do not shoot that aircraft down.

Scramble fighters and
force them to land.

There are federal
fugitives on that plane.

They've also stolen property
from the U.S. Army.

Billy, Billy, I need you to get the
nose-cam view up here on my monitor now.

It's up, sir. Here it is.

Missile away, sir.

We have shoot-down. Hercules has
been intercepted and destroyed.

Sorry, Lieutenant. I'm sorry.

- I don't believe it.
- We have chute deployment on the Buford.

What?

I want these drones taken
offline right now!

- They're 3,000 miles away.
- Whoever is running those drones.

Get me a direct line to whoever
is running those drones.

We gotta get these drones to stand
down or I'm gonna be on bitch duty.

I need to get those men alive!

Everybody okay?

What are the chances
they think we're dead?

Not great.

- Tell me we ain't still on that plane.
- We ain't on that plane.

- Hannibal!
- Yeah?

If we're under 20,000 feet,
we can still breathe, right?

What are you talking
about, 20,000 feet?

- Let's fire up the old weapons system.
- What the hell, man?

Hey, Bosco, a little stuffy.
I'm gonna pop a window!

Yeah!

What you got, bitches?
What you got?

Yeah!

Let me have a turn, Face!
Come on!

- Why are we in a falling tank?
- Because the plane exploded!

What... What? When?

Recently!

- The Reapers shot it down!
- What Reapers?

The same ones that are
still trying to kill us!

- I blame you, Hannibal!
- Technically, we're not flying.

I know! Because we're
falling, fool!

Oh, Jesus!

UAV-2 has splashed down. We
just lost one of the drones.

Hannibal,
we're in trouble!

Brace yourselves!

Awesome!

Face, get
on to the main gun!

There's a lake a half-mile
away from this position.

- What the hell am I trying to hit?
- Trust me!

- Rotate the turret 82 degrees.
- Fire in the hole!

- Fire!
- Boom!

Fire!

Are they trying to shoot
down that other drone?

No. They're trying
to fly that tank.

- He's flying the tank!
- You can't fly a tank, fool!

- Rotate 16 degrees!
- Got it!

Fire!

Rotate 34 degrees now!

- Hannibal...
- Wait...

Fire!

- Control, we have lost...
- Is that a confirmed hit?

Bring turret
full-front and wait!

Murdock! Close the hatch!

Hatch, okay! Did that work?
Did that work?

- Boss!
- Come on, baby.

- Come on.
- Hatch control?

I'm too young to die!

Boss! I'm aiming at nothing!

Come on.

- it's been an honor, gentlemen.
- Come on, baby.

The greatest ride is the
last ride, Colonel!

- Fire everything!
- Come on, baby!

- Get right with God, y'all! This is it!
- Come on!

Yee-ha!

it's not fair to the fish!

You're cheating!

You with your nagging...

...you're chasing them away!

All right. Busy bees, busy bees.

Guys, you can take your coats off.
Hot as hell in here.

I'm sweating like a
whore in church.

- Sir.
- Yeah?

Smith and his team were engaged in
a C-130 over Mannheim, Germany,

by two Reaper drones.

I'm not sure if it's
an encryption glitch,

but it says that they
were shot down in a tank.

NORAD's calling it an X-out,
but there is a conflicting report.

I'm sure there is.

I've got a German Hausfrau
who says she saw a tank

drive up and out of Lake Wolgastsee
with a guy resembling Murdock...

Excuse me, which way to Berlin?

- ...asking for directions to Berlin.
- That's impossible.

Well, this will be the second
time Smith has died this week.

Is that possible?

- What have you got for me?
- Look at this.

We just got the unscrambled composite
of Smith's visitor in prison,

but with no lD on
the subject yet.

Hello, handsome.

Wait, I've seen
this person before.

I know this guy.

Baghdad.

Get me a clean patch to Langley.
We're going fishing.

I barely
even heard about it.

I mean, I heard bits and pieces of
it, but how much of that was us?

- So, I have a...
- I was talking.

- It's never us.
- Can you stop?

I have a DOD hardline
from Lieutenant Sosa.

She's looking for Agent Lynch.

He's not available, ever.

Agent Lynch, from Baghdad?

General Morrison's tent?

Out.

Why do we have her?

She's got a fantastic personality.
That's why.

With whom am I speaking?

This is Captain... Lieutenant Sosa.
Is this Agent Lynch?

I'm sorry, I don't
have a first name.

Neither do I. So, what can
I do you for, Lieutenant?

I'm looking at an image of you

from the disciplinary
barracks at Fort Carson.

She's hot.

Did you visit former Colonel
Hannibal Smith in prison?

I don't know what you're
talking about, former Captain.

Agent Lynch, if you
facilitated Smith's escape

and are currently aiding
and abetting him...

Ooh. Buddy.

If you can make something
like that stick,

your next promotion should
be in the five-star range.

And if you're helping to
retrieve those engraving plates,

I'm going to have to go out
of my way to disappoint you.

I want her phones, her computers,
any support packages she operates.

I wanna know everything. I want active
intercept taps on everything she's got.

I want every move monitored
from this moment forward.

You realize she's DOD.

I don't care if she's G-O-D.
Do it.

Boss, check this out.

We've tracked this photograph of
Pike to the Königsbank in Frankfurt.

Our surveillance has him
and an unknown Arab

making regular trips from the
train station to the bank

all over the last month.

- Pike's getting sloppy.
- Yeah, but if we're onto him,

what are the odds that Smith and his
team are onto Pike and the Arab, too?

No, no, no, this is a direct
pull-down from the Pentagon's database.

There's absolutely no way Smith and
his team could have this stuff.

I think we should assume they have
more information than us at all times.

Pike has been moving
the stolen engraving plates

to the Königsbank Tower in
Frankfurt over the past month.

Tomorrow, the last of the
cases containing these plates

will be transferred to the Arab.

This will mark the only
time in the last six months

that all of the plates
have been in one location.

It's our best and only
shot at getting them back.

They leave the Königsbank Tower
for the 7:15 train to Zürich.

Gentlemen, we're gonna make
sure they miss that train.

- Face?
- Yeah.

Time to bring in
your former flame.

If she's as good as I think,

then she'll be on her way to
Frankfurt to intercept those plates.

- Why would you tip her off?
- She's a crusader,

and we're gonna need her
teed up at some point.

Keep your eyes
and ears open, boys.

Charissa Sosa...

Charissa Sosa...

Now the wrinkle.

If Sosa's onto us, we can
assume that Lynch is onto her.

And if he thinks she stands
beteen him and those plates,

he won't hesitate to kill her.

Face, get to the train station.

This is Sosa.

if there's a threat from
Lynch, deal with it.

Hello?

Shoot is green.
Say again, shoot is green.

Hello?

Something's wrong.

We're marked, guys. Pull back.
I don't like this at all.

See. Don't be seen.

- Hello, beautiful.
- You have got some balls.

- You put a drop phone on me?
- I had to, babe.

It's the only way I could talk to you.
Lynch has all your comm lines.

- I want you to pull your team now.
- I'm gonna find you, Face.

But do not engage her or
anyone else directly.

Not if I find you first.

Come on, all right...
Okay. Okay.

Ow! Ow! Jesus!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Trying to save you!

Charissa.

Come on, you know we're innocent.
You know this.

You're lying. Like
you lied in Baghdad.

I did not know. I knew
nothing about the plates.

At that... At that time.

You are completely full of shit!

Will you stop selling
yourself on that

and avoiding the fact
that you lied to me!

- You're the one that misled me.
- When?

- Come on. You wanna go there?
- Yeah, let's go there.

You heard I was a player
and you wanted to play.

And then I got serious
and you freaked!

- Oh, I freaked? I did not freak!
- Yes, you did.

You panicked and you ran.

Charissa, come on.

I'm a federal fugitive. You
know exactly how wanted I am.

You think I came to Frankfurt to
hash out some old heartbreak? No!

I'm here because we didn't do this.
I'm here because we were set up.

I'm here because, in the end,
the truth is worth the risk.

And I believe in you, even
if you don't believe in me.

God, I forgot how
beautiful you are.

Hold on to that phone.

OH MY GOD!

HE'S GOT A GUN!

RIGHT THERE! HE'S GOT A GUN!

A GUN!

Sucker.

- Oh, shit.
- Where's Peck?

Excellent question. Find him!

Please stay calm
and go to the nearest exit.

Meet you up on corridor three.

Three to base. We're all
clear at this time.

Give me confirmation as soon
as the package is secure.

We need a video feed.

Okay, let's dance.

Coming down. Positions,
prepare to move.

As always, stay
close to me, sir.

Closing off
the 10th floor.

Tenth floor,
we need backup.

Get back! Get back!

I can't see anything.

How we doing there, big man?

Murdock,
here comes the Arab.

And
here's a long drive

hit deep into left center field.

Murdock's back, he's at the
wall, and he makes the catch!

I can't breathe.

it's a trap!

Pete, we need backup!

B.A., I lost the case.

I'm taking fire.
I'm out of here.

B.A., get to those plates.

Deutsche Federal is responding
to explosions and shots fired

- at the Königsbank building.
- Get us out of this mess and get us

- to that building as soon as possible.
- Yes, ma'am.

You made me work for
this one, Baracus.

I didn't think I was
this out of shape.

I am, unfortunately.

Where's the rest
of the team, huh?

Smith. Peck. That idiot pilot, the asshole.
What's his name?

I'm gonna take this one out of your
ass, Baracus. Let's see what you got.

Come on. What are you doing?
What, are you tired?

I'm not gonna hurt you, man.

No, you're not gonna hurt
me, I'm gonna hurt you.

- I don't wanna kill you, man.
- You don't wanna kill me?

You're not gonna kill me.
I'm gonna kill you, Baracus.

I'm not playing with you, Pike.

Here we go, because I got two guns.
I'm a lefty, remember that, right?

So, as soon as that hammer
goes back, it's on.

I swear to
God, I'll do it.

You're not a coward, are you?

Are you?

Whoopsy.

Damn!

- Need a ride, big fella?
- You're a life-saver, man.

I couldn't shoot him.

Get out of the way! Get down!
Get down!

U.S. Military! Put them down.
Put them down.

This is U.S. Military. We got him.

Yeah, this is about the
right amount of cops.

That's cute. You're lucky
there are people around.

No, sweetheart, you're lucky.

You eat that cold?

Any way I can get it.

There's a
leak in the roof.

There's a lot of them.

- Is that them?
- I got it.

All right. Not a
peep out of the Arab.

Sosa was at the train station.

- You saw her?
- Yeah.

Did you talk to her?

I had no choice, okay?
Just trust me on that.

I trust you to make
historically bad decisions

as far as women are concerned.

What part of you is
thinking at the moment?

Lynch's men moved in on
her and I had to react.

That's why you wanted me
there in the first place...

To stop them! Not to engage her!

I couldn't do one
without the other.

Please. Somehow I doubt that.

Hey. What are you so pissed about?
We got the plates.

You wanted her teed up.
She's teed up.

She knows we didn't steal them.

She'll be thrilled
to find out who did.

What?

You had to know.

You had to know if you left me
alive, that this was coming.

How could you not?

You taught me almost
everything I know.

Hannibal. You know who this is?

We all do.

Morrison?

Hell, no.

Jesus Christ.

Not so sure that it is a blessing,
but good hunting, my friend.

Thank you.

You son of a bitch.

Morrison? Holy shit.

You're not a general.

How could you do this to him?

How could you do this to us?

You know nothing
about leading men.

I knew if Lynch helped me escape,
you had to be part of it.

You and Pike were making a play
on those plates with Lynch,

and you turned on him.

The way you turned on us.

Lynch was never gonna cut us in.

He was gonna use us.

He brought you on as insurance.

He never thought you'd betray
your oldest living friend.

I just hit first, Hannibal.
I'm a fighting man.

You're a liar and a traitor!

Then don't draw this out.
Kill me.

That's a fantastic idea!

Whoa! Whoa!

Bos, let me do this.

Face, I ain't killing nobody.

You're not, Bosco. I am.

No matter what he says,
do not kill him, okay?

You guys don't wanna watch?
Just turn your heads.

- I'm not gonna be party to it neither.
- I wanna kill the son of a bitch, too,

but he's our ticket out.

He knows what he's talking
about for once. Listen to him.

- Face, he is our only evidence.
- Murdock, Murdock...

- Do you understand?
- He put us here.

You can blow his head
off after he testifies, okay?

He's ruined it!

- Think what you're doing, Face.
- All right.

- If you can't handle it...
- Boys, enough.

Enough! That's enough, Face.

Enough! Step down!

Everybody outside.

I got him.

- I don't want you to have to do it.
- Face, outside.

Stand down, soldier.

Face. Now!

- Fucking stupid.
- You okay, man?

You knew Morrison
was masquerading as the Arab.

- Why not share that?
- I wasn't 100% sure.

How about 99%?

Would you think it was
worth mentioning then?

Lynch, what did you think?

You think I'd just
kill him on the spot?

I was certain of it. I still am.

Do you have the plates?

I wouldn't be calling
you if I didn't.

Smith, return the plates, kill
Morrison, and reclaim your lives.

I want signed and authorized
amnesty agreements

for myself and for
each of my men.

From the White House,
the State Department

and the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

You hear me?

I'm gonna need a
little more time.

How much?

Give me five minutes.

I'm waiting.

Don't you
get it, Hannibal?

We fight for them, we bleed
for them, we die for them...

They don't give a rat's ass.

Death and destruction,

they're selling it like it was on
the goddamn commodities exchange.

Don't push this off on them.
This is not about them.

Your war protest was stealing
billions of dollars!

Who are you?

I am a general.
You are a colonel.

I say, "Jump," and you say,
"How high?" End of story.

It is now.

I saw your tomb at Arlington.

You died a national hero.

Death's too easy.

And the last thing we
need now is another lie.

Don't do this. Hannibal, please.
You owe me that much.

You owe me!

You're gonna tell
them we're innocent.

You owe me.

Hannibal, it's meaningless.

What are you fighting for
now, you and those boys?

Your ranks? Your reputations?

They're shit!

You're convicts!

Plates, no plates, you
are federal fugitives,

and when they're done with you,
Hannibal, they just fucking burn you.

Zulu one, Zulu one, this is
Broadsword, you're clear to engage.

"Broadsword." Did
you come up with that?

That's awesome. "Broadsword."

"Broadsword."

Boss, could you do that?

To us?

What Morrison did?

No. Not in a million years.

Yeah, but you didn't
see it coming, though.

How long did you
know it was him?

Are you guys crazy?

I know you are, but, Face,
are you accusing him?

Hey! Hey!

I'd rather face a firing
squad than betray you boys.

Don't let this tear us apart.

Not now.

Not when we need each other
like no other time before.

Move!

Wow. That's awesome.

That looks exactly like
Call of Duty, doesn't it?

All right. Here's the deal.
No press release.

Keep local law enforcement
and media off-site.

Get a three-mile cordon,
ditto the no-fly zone.

Get an agency scrub team out there
and get me the goddamn plates back.

The German police have your entire team
in custody in the Königsbank Tower.

I don't do teams, babe. That's Smith's bag.
I'm strictly a solo act.

I like to travel light.

Stuff like loyalty doesn't
fit in the overhead bins.

I thought you and Smith
were working together.

You thought wrong.

Yes, we have weapons.
No, you may not wand us.

if you want to
deal, we can deal.

How about I dedicate
my immediate future

to destroying yours?

How about you get smart
and start dealing

before somebody else does?

Former Captain.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Unless you've got a piece of paper
that looks exactly like this one,

then this troubled young
loner belongs to me.

Let's go.

How the hell did they get
an extradition order?

Sorry, Pike. At least
with me, there are rules.

CIA's got rules. Our rules
are just cooler than yours.

- Go.
- You know, Lynch,

if I could seal this room with you inside,
I'd be doing the world a big favor.

That's not nice.

- Lynch?
- Had to be.

Stay close to the fires, boys.

If that gunship is still around,
it won't read our body heat.

That idiot Lynch, so quick to kill us,
didn't even bother locating the plates.

Where do we stand on
the non-violence now, B.A.?

You pissed? You should be.

Who gives a shit about the plates?
Morrison was the only way to clear us.

And without Morrison,
we got nothing.

- What do we do, boss?
- I don't know, Murdock.

- I don't know.
- I do.

This guy Lynch, I think
I got him figured out.

- You got a plan, kid?
- How do we get out of here?

Give me 20 minutes.

So, Morrison's dead. Smith
and his team are dead.

Another 15 minutes or so, we
locate those engraving plates.

What is this?
Are you gloating?

No, this is me beating
you after you burned me.

- We had a deal, remember?
- Not you and me.

- You, me and Morrison.
- Not you and me, directly.

And you two collude
and cut me out.

Hey. What are you doing?
In the car?

Are we doing... Are we
gonna do this in the car?

- You doing this?
- He's gonna do it.

Way to go. That's
brilliant, right there.

What are you doing?
What is he doing?

- Jesus.
- How's it going, Kyle?

- You all right?
- I'm good.

Brother, you are far from good.
What are you doing?

It's a European silencer.

It's a suppressor. Counter-clockwise.
You're holding a gun like that?

You've held a gun like that
before and you're still here?

That's amazing.

- Don't point that thing...
- Jesus. Final request,

don't let this guy
shoot me, please.

So, if Sosa
knows we're alive...

She'll believe
Morrison is alive, too.

Let's just hope that Lynch
still has Sosa's comm lines.

This is Sosa.

General Morrison
is in my possession.

What? I'm sorry. I can't hear you.
Who is this?

- Okay, this was not well thought out.
- No shit.

I mean, look at this.
Am I to teach you how to kill me?

Hey, do me a favor, all right?
Put the barrel...

Put the gun flush to my head.

- Are you sure?
- There you go, right there.

- Is that going to go through?
- Before you hurt somebody besides me.

There you go. We're okay.
We're okay.

Never cuff a man in a seated position
with his hands behind his back.

Makes it impossible
to see the hands.

That was cool.

- You like that?
- I like that.

I like that a lot.

Are you all right, you idiot?

- Yeah. It was a good hit.
- Please handcuff him.

We don't need to use them again.
We don't need the cuffs.

Who are you talking to?

- Brad, phone or gun.
- Jesus.

- Phone or gun. Pick.
- Hey, hey.

- Put the gun down.
- Hey, I didn't burn you. Morrison did.

I really wanna shoot you.

You gotta hear this, sir.

Is this Smith?

From a former
colonel to a former captain,

I know I've got about 30 seconds
before you lock this signal.

- So listen, we can prove our innocence.
- Leave that on the floor like that?

Okay. All right. Now, go back.

Did you say you have Morrison?
You have General Morrison?

- Correct.
- You have him alive?

And well, despite Lynch
trying to wipe us out wholesale.

Too much to explain now but
Morrison's testimony frees us

and fries Lynch.

Uh-oh.

Well, not without the plates.

Also in my possession.

Remember, Lynch thinks we're dead,
and I want to keep it that way.

- All right. We'll deal.
- Give me a pen.

- Where and when?
- Got a pen? Anybody got a pen?

- LA docks, 48 hours, dawn.
- You still use a pen?

I deliver Morrison
and the plates.

In return, I want a retrial
in front of a civilian court.

All right. We'll deal.

LA docks, 48 hours from now.

Any bullshit from your end,
and that's it, deal's off.

- Did we get him?
- No.

Pike.

You believe in second chances?

Uh...

I do now.

Too much?

I thought you were spot-on.

My turn.

Hold on to that phone.

This is Sosa.

Hello, beautiful.

Thank you.

They got the raw end of the
deal, didn't they? Look at B.A.

He looks like a huge banana.

Good morning, my friend.

Good morning.

Rabbi Binky Rabinowitz?

What passport did I give you?

You're from Tanzania.
My mother is from Tanzania.

- Oh, shit.
- What the hell happened?

- ...converting Africans to Judaism.
- This is station six...

Stuff like that.

Let's get ready to move.
There's three to my right.

There's two behind me and
one at the northeast exit.

Wait a sec.

Shalom.

- What's he doing?
- It's Murdock. Telling his life story.

There is a God.

- You speak Swahili?
- You don't?

You got enough
to work with, kid?

We will.

You and I have some major favors moving
across the mid-Atlantic right now.

It's a deep-sea freighter, shipping
strictly black-market merch.

How do we get out to her?

A boat. A plain old boat.

This is what I'm talking about, Murdock.
Traveling the open seas in style.

This is the way I like to travel.
Classy-like. The way people used to, safe.

- Yeah...
- We don't need a plane.

You know, Bosco, hopefully one day we'll
get you over your fear of flying.

What?

Hey, that ain't a boat!

Just not today.

Murdock, don't you
remember what I said?

- I said you have to catch him...
- You have to catch him...

- ...after you inject him.
- ...after you inject him.

My bad.

Damn it!
My head, man.

- Coconut-curry tapenade, your favorite.
- Give me that, fool.

You get them toast points?

Voilà. Toast points.

Y'all knocked me out again, huh?

Okay, now, the whole
injection, knocking out,

Hannibal and Face.

The curry tapenade, Murdock.

Why do I feel like
I fell on my face?

Huh? Tell me that.

Uh...

Lynch is a paradox.

Murdock, you done with that?

This is a guy who needs anonymity,
but he loves theatricality.

He's an administrator,
he's not an operator.

Where is it?

Very nice.

So he stays as far away from the
point of impact as possible,

and never gets his hands
dirty if he can help it.

But we're gonna change all that.

You can't hustle
a hustler, fool.

No sparks, no flames, not even
a flashlight near this stuff.

Easy, easy.

This guy is never at
the flashpoint of anything.

He's safe and sound somewhere,
pulling the strings.

Mama. Mama.

Hey, boss. Why so many of
these damn things anyway?

Because overkill is
underrated, my friend.

So we're gonna bring
this guy down to ground level.

Mama. Mama.

This way, Lynch. Lynch.

The last place
he'd ever want to be.

Then you put him on display
for the whole world to see.

Any questions?

What's up, boss man?

Hey, B.A.

it's gonna get heavy, isn't it?

Well, I can't promise
you it won't.

Let me read you
something real quick.

"Victory attained by violence
is tantamount to defeat,"

"for it is momentary."

Gandhi.

"It is better to be violent if
there is violence in our hearts,"

"than to put on the cloak of
non-violence to cover impotence."

Who said that?

Same guy.

Gandhi wasn't afraid to fight
for the things he believed in.

What is it you believe in, B.A.?

♪ Forlife is but an opera ♪

it's off, isn't it?

I think it's higher.

No, it's good.
It's not that, Murdock.

Face, what's wrong?
Come on, man.

I don't know, man.
I'm just thinking past this.

You know, we've always
come back alive,

the four of us, 'cause
of the old man.

- I know.
- I'm not him.

Face, I know this.

Murdock, I'm not Hannibal.

Who has the most to
lose on this, Face?

Me.

And I trust you.

Yeah, I know,

but you're crazy.

Not that crazy.

Our
eagles may have landed.

Everybody ready to roll?

Copy
Team one on the move.

Acknowledged.
Team to en route.

All right, guys,
everybody ready?

Curtain's about to come up.

Show time.

That's Smith right there.
Watch him.

Ground team
is in position?

Standing by.

In position.

Shoot Team One. Affirmative.

Spotter One. 10-8.

Let's chattermark
on comms for now.

Morrison's the primary tango.
Plates are the package.

Yeah.

Okay, okay, he's talking to Sosa.
I want this call.

You lied to me, Sosa.
We had a deal.

I want that goddamn call in my...
Thank you.

We had a deal, but
I'm changing the deal.

Are you kidding me, Sosa?
Are you kidding me?

This is a complicated
exchange and you have no play here.

Listen, or remain
at-large fugitives

- for the foreseeable future.
- Uh-oh. No! No, no.

For God sakes, I've got
Morrison here and the plates.

I'm exposed, Sosa. Exposed!

We're not doing
this on the docks.

Now listen to me, we're
not turning ourselves in.

Now you listen to me,
we're not turning ourselves in.

I need you to do it on
my terms or nothing at all.

To hell with that,
and to hell with you, Sosa!

Ah. She burned him.

Face, B.A., we're bugging out.
Sosa's jammed us.

Murdock, get the chopper
down here in 10.

Okay, he's moving him.

You got him? He's moving him.

For the love of God, relax.

I am relaxed.
He's moving him.

Don't do this. Hannibal, please.

- That's Morrison, right there. Take him.
- Wait, does he have the plates?

Smith has the plates. Go now.

- Take him, he's right there. Kill him.
- I've got Morrison, taking a shot.

A little
too close for comfort, kid.

What just happened?

What the hell is he doing?

Where are they?
Somebody talk to me.

Come on, did that thing
crush them or what?

This was a hell of a lot easier when
it was just three plastic cups.

Everybody just be cool. Pay attention.
No hasty moves.

So, you beat a guy like Lynch by
drawing him in with three things.

What the hell are they doing?

Distraction.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What is happening?

Diversion.

This is a diversion! Stay
eagle on those containers.

They're breaking for the exits!
Open fire!

Do not engage! Back off!

Ground teams, engage!

Holy shit!

Ground team, re-engage.

You are being played by Smith.

He's trying to draw your eye line, Lynch.
Come on, be smart.

Take them! Take them! Take them!
Take them!

Contact! Tower house and bow!
It's Peck and Baracus!

And division.

It's a trap! Pull back!
Pull back!

- Get the hell out of there!
- No, no, no.

What is happening?
What is going on?

Nice one, kid.

it's Peck and Baracus!

- Shoot them!
- Shut up! I know what I'm doing.

Okay, paintballers,
time to go pro.

B.A., get to your
secondary position.

Okay. Game-changer.

Here's what I think of
your best-laid plans.

Shit!

Jesus Christ!

So much for the grand
scheme, Smith.

What the hell was that?

Face, what
the hell was that?

Pike hit the ship with a SMAW!
He punched a hole in the hull!

What about the plan?

Pike just blew up the plan!
We are ad-libbing!

Bosco, get out of there!

I'm going for Hannibal.

- Cover me. I'm going for those plates.
- Yes, sir.

The boat is going over!
Get out of there!

Bos, hang on!

Oh! Jeez!

Shit.

Bosco, Pike's got the high ground.
I'm running low on ammo, man.

Shit!

How are you doing, handsome?

Shit, can you cycle that weapon.
Nice work.

Jeez, close friends and bullets.

Where are they when
you need them?

Don't take this too
personally, but look here,

smile, wait for the flash.

Baracus.

Bosco!

Lynch.

Lynch.

Come on, Lynch.

Lynch.

Come on, Smith!
Stop bullshitting.

Lynch.
Come on, Lynch.

Lynch...

Where am I?

Come on, Lynch.

Lynch.

Where am I, Lynch?

Come on, Lynch.

Lynch, Lynch, Lynch, Lynch.

Lynch!

There you are, Hannibal.
Been looking all over for you.

Hey, don't let the
scarf fool you.

My muay Thai is pretty good.
My jujitsu is a little better, but...

You had this whole sleight-of-hand
thing going with the containers

and the cars, and the fireworks.
"Lynch, Lynch, Lynch!"

God, that's annoying.
But you give Pike a rocket.

There's your monkey wrench.

Hannibal, don't do this.

You know, Smith, you could have
the best recipe in the world...

- You owe me that much.
- ...but you drop a few bullets

- into the batter...
- Hannibal, don't do this.

- Lynch, no!
- Hannibal, please.

Oh, God.

...and that cake don't bake.

Uh-oh. Your witness,
your gun, your problem.

You served your country well.
Excuse me.

Hello, Ben, where have
you been all my life?

Look at us, Hannibal.
Couple of grown men.

I'm bleeding. You're bleeding.

Don't get up.

God damn it!

Your muay Thai is as bad
as your jujitsu, Lynch.

Better stick with a gun.

You put a loaded weapon in my hand,
I'll put a bullet in your head.

I told you I would shoot you.

Kevlar saved your life.

Thing is, it doesn't do much
good if I pop you in the head.

It does if you melt it down.

Hannibal,
don't do this.

- Hannibal, please.
- So, you beat a guy like that

by drawing him in
with three things.

- Distraction.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is happening?

Diversion.

And division.

Hannibal,
don't leave me alive.

Then you put him on display
for the whole world to see.

What the...

That's good.

Surprise.

Agent Burress.

What did you call me?

Agent Vance Burress?
Isn't that your name?

At least that's the name I've
got on this warrant here,

and unless you have a piece of
paper that looks exactly like...

That's funny.
That's what I said.

She's quoting me.

Easy, easy.

You're under arrest
for attempted murder,

violations of the Civil
False Claims Act,

and the theft of top secret
government engraving plates.

Easy.

I guess the plan went okay,

considering Pike did blow up the boat,
which I didn't account for at all.

Bullets didn't go through.

Hannibal, don't do this.
Hannibal, please.

How are you feeling, man?

Not... Not good.

- What's wrong?
- Not good.

I feel sane.

I should have shot you in
the head a long time ago.

Is it crazy that I'm feeling
your anxiety right now?

Do I look anxious to you?

You think I'm beaten?

I'm bleeding, I'm not sweating.

Let's take him out of here, guys.
Go ahead, princess.

What's the difference between
a concussion and a contusion?

- It don't matter, bro. You tore up.
- Murdock, that was beautiful.

You were right.
The helmet worked.

Ketchup worked great.

You did a great job. You okay?

- Yeah.
- Got your bell rung?

Just let Hannibal make
the plans next time.

- Oh. Okay.
- Okay?

How's the conscience, big guy?

At peace.

Keep it turning.

We already got
them on the exits.

- We got a two-mile no-fly zone here.
- Which one of you is Sosa?

- I am. I am.
- I need to talk to Sosa.

As of right now your
prisoner is to be remanded

- into federal custody.
- I have a warrant for this man.

- As of right now...
- I'll tell you what... I'm a doc.

Let me doctor you up.
Let me help you out.

Do you need stitches? Please
tell me you need stitches.

I can stitch you up really good.

Gentlemen.

The Central intelligence Agency

believes in and evinces
a profound moral ethic,

as well as an unshakeable
professional standard.

As such, we would like to extend
our most sincere apologies

for what's happened here.

- Good day and God bless.
- Where are you taking him?

Who?

I never got your name.

My name is Lynch.

Of course it is.

Did he just say Lynch?

Let it go.

Hey.
Do not touch me.

Take it easy, guys.

Everybody, stand down!
Stand down!

- Get those plates.
- Everybody, stand down!

- That's an order. Hey, you, stand down.
- What is wrong with you?

Lieutenant.

Sir, when did you arrive?
I had no idea...

- Just give me a minute.
- Yes, sir.

Get your hands
off me, tough guy.

Well, that's one hell of a mess.
But we did get the plates.

Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to charge
you all with escaping lawful custody.

What? Hannibal, what is
this guy talking about?

B.A., we were wrongly convicted, but
it's still illegal to break out of jail.

Director McCready,
Smith and his team

were instrumental in
recovering those plates.

They're still level-10 federal
fugitives and I need that off my desk.

This is chickenshit, sir.

Yeah, well, you know what?
Perhaps for them, it is chickenshit,

but for you, Captain, we're
re-promoting you to your former rank.

So, look, they're
gonna be delivered

to the U.S. Marshals Service
here in Long Beach.

- And there should be a C-5 transport...
- I understand, but...

...on the tarmac
in half an hour.

- This needs to be done.
- This is really unfair, sir.

- This is bullshit.
- I'm like Harry Houdini.

I chew through your cuffs.

- Get up. Step up. Get in there!
- Step up!

- Let's go. Get moving.
- Stop. Wait, stop.

- Move it.
- Wait.

- This is so wrong.
- It got a little aggressive.

- Don't worry about it.
- This is really, really wrong,

and I'm going to do
everything I can to fix it.

- I know you will.
- I'm so sorry, Face.

Nice plan, Face.

Yeah. We just traded Lynches,
and we're going back to prison.

We returned the plates.
We can hold our heads high.

We did the right thing.

Yeah, and look what they did to us.
This is some bullshit.

They burned
us again, Hannibal.

We trusted the system
and it turned on us.

Remember, boys, no matter how
random things might appear,

there is still a plan. Kid.

Well, I don't mean to steal
your line, boss, but...

- Yeah.
- I love it when a plan comes together.

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.

Yeah!