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(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]

(Robert) Corson Truck Dispatch.

I just finished with lunch. I'm on Main and Third.

Let me know if you have any customers.

Clear.

(Tyler) This is Tyler.

If you see any of Corson's trucks on the street, take care of them.

(woman on radio) Corson One.

Bill from the diner called. There's a silver-blue Volvo left in the loading zone.

It's been there awhile and he wants it towed.

(Tyler) This is Tyler.

I just intercepted a Corson call. Get over to Bill's Diner...

and get a silver-blue Volvo parked in the front before Corson gets there.

[engine revving]

[metallic clanking]

Okay, I've got it over here, Dad. You need a hand?

(Robert) No, I've just about got it, honey. There you go.

You know, it's hard to believe somebody would leave a beautiful car like this...

abandoned at the side of the road.

Oh, no. Look out, honey!

We'll take it from here, Corson. This is our call.

No, Carl, we got this call first.

If you want to check the log books, you go right ahead.

I don't think so.

Dad! Put me down!

[Robert groaning]

Dad.

Listen, old man...

Mr. Tyler made you a very generous offer...

for your broken down junkyard.

There's no more business for you in this town, Corson. Got it?

Dad!

You should feel thankful your business is all we take.

You got so much more to give.

One pretty lady, huh, Carl?

How about it, Jenny? You want to play house to save Poppa?

Hey, hey!

Get away from me. Let me go.

Now, didn't your daddy ever teach you it's not nice to hit people?

It makes them mad. And when they get mad...

they do things.

Sometimes unpleasant things.

You understand what I'm telling you?

[glass shattering]

I'm gonna get those punks if it kills me.

Dad, we can't fight them alone anymore. We need some help.

(Robert) If only I could have found The A-Team when it was in L.A.

(Jenny) Dad, there's a black van over there.

I bet it's Tyler's.

I've taken about all from Tyler, I'm gonna take.

Hello, I'm Hannibal Smith. This is the A-Team.

(Robert) They're scum, Mr. Smith.

They disable people's vehicles and...

they charge them outrageous prices to repair 'em.

Sometimes they just tow cars away for the fee and claim some violation of the law.

Yeah, we've held them off for quite a while...

but now they're starting to play real hardball.

Yeah, I was the one who sent Dad to L.A. to find the A-Team.

(Jenny) Never thought we'd be able to do it, though.

If we'd have known he had such a beautiful daughter, we'd have come to you.

About the payment.

Yes. Usually we require a small deposit. And the...

balance is paid upon completion of the job.

I'll be most happy to work out all the details in private.

We have a part time bookkeeper, Mrs. Kenper.

She'll be happy to go over all that with you. Thank you.

(Murdock) Faceman bites the dust. Right.

Your business isn't that big, Mr. Corson.

Why would Tyler want to go through all this...

just to get his hands on it? That's what doesn't make any sense.

I've got a franchise to go across the border to pick up...

American cars stalled in Mexico.

And that, plus what we can pick up here in town is barely enough to keep us afloat.

We can't even afford part-time employees.

Colonel? Colonel, did I ever tell you that...

being a tow truck driver has always been a secret dream of mine?

[growls]

Well, first thing we got to let Mr. Tyler know is that you're still in business.

You know, Hannibal, it just ain't fair.

These are honest people who work hard all their lives...

trying to earn a honest living.

Then, some buzzard come along and try to take it away.

Yeah, well, we'll just have to bend their beaks, won't we?

Faceman! Look at all this neat junk. Yeah.

Think of the history that is extant in this yard.

Take this, for instance.

Huh?

That's nothing but an old gearshift knob.

No. This is not just an old gearshift knob. Listen.

[speaking Japanese]

Coming from a Japanese car. As a matter of fact...

coming from a 1972 baby-blue Hiroshimoshi.

Murdock--

Think of the stories that this knob could tell, if it could talk.

Think of the hearts and the minds and the souls of the men who have touched it.

We're talking about people's lives here.

Faceman, this is not just a yard...

filled with junk cars strewn about so that nature can consume them. No!

We're talking about living creatures.

We're talking about souls.

Gee, I never thought of it like that, Murdock.

(Murdock) You haven't read much Bradbury, have you?

Well, looks pretty nice. B.A. is the best.

Here you go, B.A.

Not bad?

Not bad.

Faceman, could I talk to you for a minute, please?

Sure.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I'm beginning to become concerned about what's going on here.

What?

That temptress dropped you like a cold shower.

That wench tossed your charm aside like a hot sweater in July, pal.

Really? What are you talking about, Murdock? This is a case.

I mean, this is strictly business with me.

You don't want to talk about it? I understand.

I'll ride with you and if you want to open up, I'll be there.

I'm going to leave now. You stay here and think about it.

(Face) Murdock.

(Jenny) You know, Tyler monitors our frequencies.

I'm counting on it.

We are like priests.

We're saving souls on the road of life.

Highway rangers. No.

No, we're not rangers.

We're knights.

Knights of the Road!

When you're stranded on the road, who do you call?

Yes, the tow truck driver.

(Murdock) That's you and me, B.A.

And the souls. They linger...

in each and every car.

Let's go, guys!

[phone ringing]

(Zuniga) Habla, SenorZuniga.

(Tyler) I'll have Corson's franchise within a week.

Very good.

I assume the old man isn't giving you too much trouble, then?

You've got to be kidding.

Hey, I can take care of everything just fine.

Don't forget, this is a 50-50 deal, huh?

(Zuniga) Mr. Tyler.

The only reason I deal with lowlives like yourself...

is to keep my hands from getting dirty.

Don't overestimate your position.

Go on, Faceman. Put your hand in mine and say it.

The Tow Truck Driver's Creed must be said at the beginning of each trip.

(Murdock) I swear to come to the aid of the automotive maiden...

threatened by the ravages of the asphalt dragon...

who breathes fire and casts potholes in her path.

Who never uttered the cynical cliche, "It's either not getting sparked,

or not getting gassed"?

And at the end of the day...

when twilight comes, when others feel that duty has been served...

I shall not rest until my tools and fingernails are clean.

For that is the creed of a Knight of the Road.

Murdock, just be quiet. I want to be alone with my thoughts.

(Jenny) Corson Base to units. Here we go.

Hello, beautiful, what's up?

Pick up a gold Renault on Fourth and Main. The driver has left the car.

It has a broken drive shaft. Got it.

Face, we'll meet you there.

(Face) 10-4, I'll see you there, Colonel.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

(Tyler) This is Tyler.

I just spotted a call from Corson.

There's a gold Renault broken down on Fourth and Main.

I want to get there first and teach him a lesson.

[brakes screeching]

The Knights of the Road have arrived at their destination, sir.

(Hannibal) We're right behind you. E.T.A. three minutes.

Roger.

Quickly, Faceman. We must get this fair damsel in distress to a mechanic.

Well, heads up, Murdock. It's showtime.

You just don't learn, huh?

Maybe this time we'll break his legs.

(Carl) Well, well.

Looks like Corson got himself a little helper.

(Carl) All the better to send our message.

Well, thanks, gentlemen, but we have everything under control.

I don't think we'll be needing your assistance after all.

You sure are a funny guy for a pretty boy.

So I'll tell you what.

You get this truck out of here and I promise I won't break your face too badly.

Be gone. The Knights of the Road are not afraid.

Be gone before I raise my lance and make of thee a poor and piteous fool...

whose tail will ride twixt tooth and tongue and buried there until you die!

What are you talking about, punk?

I give you both fair warning.

I will count to 175.

One, two-- Why, you....

Nice.

All right.

I know just the place to put these slimeballs.

Let's go.

Hey!

Well, I think that ought to get Tyler's attention.

What the heck's going on here, huh?

I've got a bunch of damn Girl Scouts working for me.

These guys came at us from both directions.

Now I'm telling you, they were planning for this assault.

What do you think I pay you for? To take care of any problems.

I can tell you one thing, Mr. Tyler. It ain't gonna happen again. Right?

(men) Right. You got that right, Bubba.

Now, I want you guys to arm yourselves.

Keep it in the truck if you have to, double-up if you have to.

Anybody gets near one of our trucks, you waste them.

And bring the body to me, you understand? Right.

We got a week to get Corson's franchise...

or Zuniga's gonna cut out on us.

(Tyler) Now get moving!

Come on, guys, let's go to work.

(Freddy) I'll personally give $50...

to whoever spots one of these guys.

(Face) Now what I mean, the work order...

was sent out yesterday. I mean...

we drove clear across town in order to get here.

I don't get it.

Nothing was written down by the girl there.

Oh, boy. Gee whiz, I....

I hate temp help these days. I mean, you tell them to write it, you know?

You tell them to carbon it, even make a xerox of it, but do they listen?

No, siree. Well, I tell you.

I personally apologize and it will not happen again, okay?

As soon as my boys run a check on these radios here, we'll be out of here. Okay?

Yeah, okay. Okay, great.

You got the clips on tight, crazy man?

I am shocked.

I am shocked that you would, for even a moment, consider casting any doubts...

on the ability of a Knight of the Road.

I'm gonna cast my fists on your lips if you don't answer the question.

They are tight, sir.

I wrapped the monster jaws...

around the unsuspecting wire, and I pressed...

and I pressed until they became one with each other. In fact...

it was such a beautiful moment, I may need a cigarette.

[groaning]

Okay, Hannibal. We got the radios wired up.

* See you later, alligator *

* Don't overheat your radiator *

* Just keep it cool, we'll catch you later *

* You know you finally met your match *

* We'll throw a chain around that bumper *

* And tow away that sporty number *

* Let 'em worry, let 'em wonder *

* We gotta keep 'em on their toes *

[inaudible]

* That's the way the story goes *

* You can dish it out *

* But can you take it? *

* You're acting tough *

* Bet you're only faking *

* Ain't you had enough, ain't your knees a-shakin'? *

* 'Cause we're the baddest boys in town *

Hey, you guys need a tow truck?

* See you later, alligator *

* Don't overheat your radiator *

* Just keep it cool, we'll catch you later *

* You boys have finally met your match *

* Sure did! *

* See you later, alligator *

* Don't overheat your radiator *

* Just keep it cool, we'll catch you later *

* You guys have finally met your match *

* Listen! *

* See you later, alligator *

* Yeah! *

[Jenny laughing]

(Jenny) This is incredible!

In the last two days, our business has tripled anything we had before.

It's just a matter of going out and finding the business.

I'd say, it was more a matter of hiring you four.

That, too.

Yeah. Regardless of the danger, that's what I'm here for.

To serve.

That's why we pay you.

Yeah. But I don't always do this kind of stuff for the money.

I mean, sure. Running the risk of having your skull beaten in with a crowbar...

that's fun in itself. But, well...

helping people. You know, that's...

that's also a thing with me.

That's very nice.

[groaning]

What are you staring at?

You. I've been watching you, and I'm worried about you.

Can I talk to you for a minute? You're thinking...

that I've been shot down, right? It is a little disturbing...

to the frontline troops to see their top love-pilot hit the dirt and then cry "medic."

Do I have to go in there just to prove to you...

that if she thought I was interested in her...

I mean, she'd go for me in a hot second? Yes.

I want you to go in there right now.

I want you to go in there and talk to her...

and not come out until you've fixed that flat.

Right now? I'll wait right here.

Fix that flat. Yeah.

Here. Let me get that for you.

I can get it fine.

Wait a minute, Jenny. I think we should have a little talk.

Now, I've tried to be nice...

charming, witty.

(Face) I think I deserve better, don't you?

I mean, after all, I am one of the guys who's trying to pull your garage out of the dumps.

And I do appreciate what you're doing. What seems to be the problem here?

What's the problem? I'll tell you what the problem is.

You are nice and charming and witty.

You're even good looking. I know the type. I was engaged to one.

I see. Well, I'm sorry.

If I'd have known that-- (Robert) Face.

Face, the Colonel wants you on the double. Right.

(Tyler) It's a blue Chevy with no engine in it.

Parked two miles south of the main highway on Wilson Road.

Put the package in the trunk....

(Hannibal) You know, I've been waiting for this.

I knew, there was something hidden deeper.

(Tyler) Everything depends on it.

If Corson's guys get this one away from us, it's over.

If anyone shows up, I want this pickup cancelled.

What do you suppose they're picking up, Colonel?

I don't know. But whatever it is...

it's at the bottom of Tyler's operation.

So, what's the plan, Hannibal? The plan.

[clears throat]

Face.

Oh, here.

(Face) This is the part I like. I mean...

you can almost hear those wheels turning.

Yeah, he's an idea machine all right. He's on the jazz now.

We're gonna put our own package in the blue Chevy out on Wilson Road.

Murdock.

(Hannibal) So far, so good.

If they don't spot us they'll go through with it.

Yeah, so far, so good. But you forgot about Murdock.

Don't worry, B.A. The Knight of the Road will be fine.

Okay, Murdock.

(Hannibal) They're on you now.

Be quiet.

You're okay. You're clear. They're hooking you up.

They just put something in the trunk.

Murdock, they're doing something behind the car. Can you tell what it is?

It looks like they're changing the license plates.

We've gotta hang back. Stay out of sight.

(Hannibal) Take care of yourself. It's all up to you now.

This is no problem for a Knight of the Road.

(Carl) This car belongs to the Mexican Consulate.

It's free to pass into Mexico.

(guard) Corson is supposed to do these border crossings.

It's a diplomat's car.

It doesn't come under Corson's contract.

Diplomatic Immunity. There is no search.

They're crossing into Mexico. What're we gonna do now, Hannibal?

We can't cross the border station without getting busted.

We're wanted men, remember?

We can get across the border, but not in time to follow them.

Murdock? This is Hannibal. Come in.

[radio buzzing]

Murdock? Do you read?

That fool is on his own now.

(Hannibal) We gotta get back to Corson's garage.

The only chance of hooking up with Murdock is if he phones us.

[speaking Spanish]

Yeah.

[speaks Spanish]

Where? The trunk.

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

It looks like a 30, no, a beautiful...

35-foot run. What do you think, Howard?

[imitating Howard Cosell] The preferred aptitude of this athlete...

will enable him to perambulate...

this pedestrian abyss with consummate facileness.

Maybe this Cinderella story is too much to believe.

We don't like any sudden surprises.

We agreed on a price. Well, yes.

But you must remember, my friend...

the price is always contingent on the risks involved.

(Tyler) $300,000, we agreed on. You can count it.

(Zuniga) I will.

What about today's delivery?

You should have no trouble crossing the border.

You will be towing my own personal car. There should be no problems.

Of course, once you get the Corson towing franchise, we won't...

have to worry about what car we use, will we?

That's great. Where's the drugs?

In the spare tire.

If you leave now, you should be back in the United States by dawn.

[door opening]

[door closing]

[phone ringing]

Hello? (woman) Hola.

Person-to-person call for Mr. Hannibal Smith from Rod Knight.

No operator, no. Road.

Road, as in Colossus of-- That's me, operator. Go ahead.

Hey, Hannibal. Murdock, where are you?

(Murdock) I haven't got a clue, Hannibal,

I was under the hood of the car.

I'd ask somebody around here, but they don't seem to speak my language.

I think, I'm either in Mexico...

or at a swap meet.

Can you give us a destination or a location?

No, that's a negative. I had to lay low, but...

I'm in a....

I'm in a villa somewhere. But here's what I do know. Do you have a pencil?

This is the scoop.

There's some big shot down here by the name of Zuniga who is selling...

drugs by running them across the border in wrecks that they fix up.

Now, Tyler has just bought the next load.

Well, that's why they want Corson's franchise.

So no one will question why they're towing wrecks across the border.

They needed to make a dope run now...

so they used diplomatic plates.

But they can't overuse it 'cause the border guards get suspicious.

[radio feedback]

It looks like our muchachos are getting ready to move their next load...

in a black, four-door sedan. Okay.

See if you can find out more about this Zuniga.

And, get us a location so we can meet you there.

I gotta mail something first. Trust me.

Tyler's bringing in a load of drugs. We got work to do.

They're crossing the border now.

(Hannibal) They're towing a black sedan with diplomatic plates.

Pick them up about a mile down the road and get them between us, B.A.

Yeah, get them between us.

[car tires screeching]

(Tyler) Those Corson guys are on us again. They're everywhere.

All right, joyride's over. Everybody out.

(Tyler) Hey, what's going on, huh?

Diplomatic plates.

That's why the guards never searched this car.

Hey, look, Face. Powdered sugar. Not my brand.

Now, there's just one thing I'd like to know.

Where does Zuniga live?

I ain't telling you spit, jack.

Doesn't look like he wants to cooperate, Hannibal.

No, it doesn't, does it?

But I bet he changes his mind.

Not a chance.

(all) What're you doing?

It's really a shame you're not more cooperative.

You're bluffing. I ain't telling you nothing.

You want to know something, use the Yellow Pages.

Yellow Pages? Cute. B.A.

What the hell you doing, huh? Hey!

It's simple. I'm gonna squeeze the truth out of you.

You're crazy!

Wrong answer.

(Tyler) This is murder! Now wait a minute!

[all screaming]

Stop!

This is murder.

This is pest control.

B.A., you're developing a sense of humor.

[grunting]

I'll tell you what you want to know. He lives in a mansion in Mexico.

West of Santa Rosalina. A couple of miles across the border.

125 San Marcos Road. Now call him off!

Yeah, I knew you'd listen to reason. You guys can get out now.

What? Yeah, you can get out. Come on.

Face, let's tie them up. We've got work to do.

(Hannibal) No, I need something bigger, more powerful.

(Jenny) That truck over there, it hasn't run for awhile...

but it weighs about 12 tons.

Can you get her going?

You know, Hannibal, if it got wheels, I can fix it.

(Hannibal) There's more than one way to get south of the border.

[guns firing]

Drop the guns.

What is the meaning of this? Who are you to come in here like this?

Well, let's say that we're the cleaning crew.

We've come to sweep up the dirt starting with you. Move it.

If you're looking for money, I can pay you.

Well, if you're looking for money...

it's been mailed.

To the Corson garage.

And you know how the mails are.

Through rain, through sleet, through hail...

they must go through.

Okay, B.A.

We thought we'd bring your car back. Yeah.

Algae is so terrible on the paint job.

You'll pay for this. You will never leave Mexico alive.

Really?

Let's put this slimeball in the local slammer.

(B.A.) Hannibal, we are bringing these guys to the police.

Man, we're gonna be asking for trouble.

(Hannibal) Don't worry, B.A. The cops don't want us in Mexico.

And this time, we don't have to leave the garbage in a pile before the police arrive.

This is gonna be fun.

(Hannibal) I want these men arrested as cocaine dealers.

Hope you have plenty of empty cells.

Arrest them.

I told you, you would never leave my country alive.

What do you want us to do with them, Captain?

Captain?

Captain of Police. Captain of the police. Great.

Put them into a cell and watch them closely.

I will deal with you and your friends later.

So much for law and order.

Good.

[policeman speaking Spanish]

*[theme from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly playing]

The Knights of the Road have arrived. Anyone have a flat?

(Hannibal) Yeah, what took you so long?

Did you ever stand on line at the post office?

If I could impose upon you for a moment, would you be so kind?

Would you mind looping this hook around the bars?

The Knight of the Road knows how to start the engine.

(Murdock) Stand back, gentlemen. For your safety. Stand back.

What the hell was that?

(Hannibal) Go!

It seems our friends are more resourceful than we expected.

I suspect they're on their way to Corson's garage to pick up your money.

Yeah, I want to go after them by myself...

but if we gang up on them, we can tear them apart.

We'll split it down the middle, 50-50.

(Tyler) I paid for something that I didn't collect.

In case you don't remember...

that drug shipment is in a cube in that thing you call a car.

I'll be at Corson's when they deliver the mail.

(Hannibal) We haven't got much time.

Zuniga and Tyler will be here any minute.

(Face) You know they're gonna have an army with them, Hannibal.

(Hannibal) Well, I hope so.

Come on out, Corson!

[guns firing]

We'll talk on my terms now.

(Zuniga) You've got 10 seconds to come out with the money, senor.

Or, I'll take these trucks, and I'll knock your house down.

[engine revving]

[explosion]

Hey, Murdock, there's no business like tow business.

Nice.

Well, what can I say? You saved my business and my life.

I could never thank you enough.

You did fine.

Tyler's in jail, so is Zuniga.

You know, the Mexican people don't like a crooked cop any more than we do.

You know, it's pretty incredible how you lured Zuniga into the U.S.

We couldn't take a police captain to the police.

Even though we tried.

Well....

You know, I really meant what I said before.

I could fall for you if....

Yeah, I know.

Maybe someday. If I'm in town...

I'll give you a call.

Mr. Corson! I just...

I just got to have it. Murdock, you can have anything you want.

I know I can't be a Knight of the Road forever...

but I need something as a remembrance of those stirring days of yesteryear.

Where's the big guy?

My kemosabe. I want him to share....

(B.A.) Right here.

[buzzing]

No, big guy! You're making a mistake!

(Murdock) Knights of the Road don't fly. You're thinking of Superman.

Wait, friend. Put me down!

Colonel! B.A., let him down.

Okay. No! Wait!

**