All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S02E05 -

(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]

[gun firing]

[horses whinnying]

[engine revving]

[horses neighing]

All right,
head them up over there.

[gun firing]

This load of glue
ain't gettin' away.

[horses neighing]

[tires screeching]

Get them!

It's that crazy Indian!

[neighing]

[tires screeching]

[firing]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[engine accelerating]

Stay on him.

That Indian's nuts, Stryker.

He's also gonna be dead.

[gun fires]

Get closer.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[horse neighing]

[laughing]

Chief, you're gonna
be real sorry.

Bus?

Bus?

Carter.

This is Stryker.
Herd got away.

You radioed before
you was chasing
them into the valley.

How'd they get out?

It was that Indian again.

You let him get
away again, too?

No, sir.
Not this time.

You send him back
to his reservation
in a basket, you hear?

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

These men have been wanted
for over 10 years.

All in all,

they've made a fine
bunch of jackasses
out of all of us,

and I want it to stop now.

I want you to find the A-Team
and bring them in.

You were
the best troubleshooter
the past two wars.

Until extreme
political pressures knocked
the hat off my career

and any possibility
of furthering my rank.

It seems the very methods
that made me an embarrassment

and shuffled me
off to the side

are the exact reasons
I'm being considered
the best man for this job.

I'm not saying--

We both know
what you're saying, General,

so let's don't dance
around the floor once.

Everybody heard
the reports from 'Nam

on these guys.
They were the best

because they're fast,
sharp, and unorthodox.

The way to catch
men like this is to
play by their rules.

Which means there are none.

What I'm interested in,
Colonel, is results.

I don't expect
detailed reports on the whats,

hows, or whens of
their apprehension.

I just want to
know that it's done.

You erase the blot
from our records

and I'll be very pleased.

Which, in turn,
means that others
will be very pleased.

Do what you have to do.

Get me the A-Team.

Yes, sir.

[gun clicking]

*[humming]

Morning.

Yeah, morning.

Are you
the only hot dog vendor
here in the park?

Do you see any other
hot dog vendors?

No.
Ah, well, you won't.

I got a contract
with the city.

Could I have
a hot dog, please?

Hah.

You kidding?
You mean a lukewarm dog.

I just fired her up.

Well, that's fine, whatever.

There's a-- there's a
coffee shop across the street.

Got hot food.
Got good breakfast rolls, too.

[grunts]

[sighs]

No. I'd like a hot dog.

[grunting]
Yeah.

I never heard of anybody

eating hot dogs at 11:00.

What? What?

I said

I never heard of anybody
eating hot dogs at 11:00.

Then why do you
open up at 11:00?

Well, I don't open up, son.

I fire up at 11:00.

The dogs are ready by noon.

Gets me ready
for the lunch crowd.

I work from noon to 4:00.

I've been doing that
for about, uh, 28 years.

I'm a well-established firm
around here.

Well, that's great.
Then maybe you know Mr. Lee.

Uh, who?
Mr. Lee.

Uh-huh.

Uh, he owns
the Chinese laundry
up over on Sixth Street.

Oh, uh-huh.

A Chinaman?
Yes.

Never heard of him.

He told me to
come on down here
to buy a hot dog.

Uh, well,

I wish he'd told me.

'Cause I'd have told him
to tell you not
to come till noon.

See, I fire up at 11:00,
but the dogs
aren't ready till noon.

I guess you don't know.

Sorry I bothered you.

[mutters]

You forgot your dog.

Oh, that's okay--
No, no. I can't take it back.

Uh, it's a, uh, health law,
you know.

And we don't want
to throw it away.

You know, there are people
out there starving

who would just
love a cold hot dog.

I guess you're right.

Uh-huh, that's 75 cents.

Keep the change.

Thank you very much.

[sighs]

I'm telling you, Boobie,
we shoot all three
pictures at once.

That way we get
two sequels
in the can

while we're
shooting the first one.

And if the first
one opens big--

I hear you,
I hear you, Mick.

But, believe me,
we're talking

major box-office
business here.

Uh, Gretel, babe.
Honey, you've met
the Mick, haven't you?

Yeah.

I'm real happy that the
Jer could fly you over
for the premiere.

[laughing]
Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, it's
gonna be a big night.

Everyone who's
anyone is here.

[people chattering]

The screening is scheduled
to start in 15 minutes,
Colonel.

Let's get ready to move.

He'll have too much advantage
in a darkened theater.

Are the men inside ready?

Yes, sir.
Let's do it.

(Face)
...first eight or nine weeks,
$30 million.

You take that
and reinvest it.

You can get four or five
more pictures going.

I--I talked to a guy at MGM--

(waiter)
Mr. Johnson, there's
a telephone call for you.

For me?
Uh, take a message.

(waiter)
You would not want
these people to know

that you're
really Templeton Peck
of the A-Team, would you?

Follow me.

Excuse me.
Overseas.

Could be that spot
in Cannes I was hoping for.

Uh, Gretel, babe, uh,
keep the Mick company, huh?

The Jer will be
back in a second.

What a guy.

Here.

Hannibal, what is this?
What's going on?

That's my line.
I'm meeting a client tonight
in case you'd like to know.

B.A. hasn't been able
to reach you since yesterday.

Well, he should've
left a message at the
Beverly Hills office.

I didn't know we had one.

And what is this?

A bad picture.
Would you look at that, oh...

They must've caught me
leaving La Serre on Thursday.

You'd think they'd hire
a professional photographer
for a front-page picture.

You've lost your drive,
you know that?

What do you
think you're doing?

I've decided to produce.

Miracle Films.

"If it's a good film,
it's a Miracle."

Catchy, huh?

You're nuts.

Now, who did you scam
to spring for this
little extravaganza?

No, no, no, no.
That's just it, Hannibal.

In Hollywood, when you
get someone else
to pay the freight,

you're not scamming.
You're producing.

And there are tons of guys
who don't know what
to do with their money

just dying to
get into showbiz.

The glamour, the broads,
the parties.

Yeah, well, I've waited
20 years for someone

to throw a party
like this for me.

How do you do it?

Well, see...

I--I needed a showpiece,
so I scrambled around

looking for any piece of junk
I could get my hands on.

And I come across
this little
number for $10,000

made by a couple
of film students.

So I dub it in German,

then I subtitle it
back into English

and tell everyone I
brought it from overseas, huh?

The critics see that,
and right away

you're looking down
the business end
of a good review.

Yeah,
but Wine For Breakfast?

Yeah, well, that's just one
of the little touches.

You give it a lousy
title and tell everyone

it doesn't translate
well from the original.

But forget that,
Hannibal.

I want you
to read a script.

My first stateside
production.

The Beast of
the Yellow Night.

And guess who's
gonna play the beast
of the title role, hmm?

I'm telling you,
by the time I'm done,

they're gonna put
your claw prints
out front on the cement.

Yeah, and they're gonna
put you behind bars.

Oh, come on, Hannibal.

You don't think
Col. Lynch reads

the film
business trades, do you?

Face--
No, no, no, no, relax.

Why don't you come on up
and meet some of the guys?

I have to meet a client.

I already ran him
by Mr. Lee and
the hot dog vendor

and I'm gonna
snap him up
and take the case.

And I came here to
tell you to meet B.A.

at the hospital
and spring Murdock.

Amy's gonna meet
us at the warehouse.

No, no, I can't.
Not tonight.

It's gotta be tonight.

I got a couple of guys
out I'm gonna turn
for a few million.

I can't just
douse the house lights

and give them
a box of popcorn
to remember me by.

Face, Face.
What?

You're not George Lucas.

No, you're not.
Now, we need the job.

This guy,
Daniel Running Bear,
needs our help.

Go get Murdock.

And keep your head down.

I've got a feeling
Lynch is outside this minute.

Military police!
Everybody down!

[people screaming]

Give it up, Peck!

You'll call me?

Yeah, uh,
the first chance I get.

[people screaming]

Hurry up,
get after him!

The one who catches
him keeps his rank!

Mr. Johnson's
looking all over for you.

Hey, I've been right here.

Well, you should be
back there.

There's a real
fender bender in the lot.

[tires screeching]

[police siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[police siren wailing]

Somebody ought
to tell this guy

he's got a shimmy at 85.

[car horn blaring]

Here, you want me
to get that?

I'm fine.

[tires screeching]

Hang on.

[engine revving]

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

They'll never catch us.

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[police siren wailing]

Who in the world
is this guy?

It sure isn't Lynch.

I don't know.

But it's gonna be
fun finding out, huh?

I'm sorry. What?

Nothing, nothing.

Wait a minute, you okay?

Fine, yeah.
You--you got a problem?

No, no. I just thought
maybe you were hungry.

Here...
Hey, my wallet!

Hey, wait a minute!

You got a problem here?

I could have given
you a couple of bucks.

Uh, no, Officer.

Yeah?
Well, let's see some ID.

Uh, yes, sir.

Yeah, you both
better get in the car.

We'll kick this around.

Do we have to
do this, Officer?

There's nothing
really happening here.

Get in the car.

[sighs]

Wait a minute!
What about him?

Get in.

Hey, what's going on here?

Now,

Daniel Running Bear.

What are you doing in
Los Angeles, Daniel?

I came here to
meet some people.

The A-Team?

I'm Hannibal Smith.

Hannibal Smith?

Yeah.

This has all been
pretty weird.

Yeah, I know.

But it gets
slower from here on.

Well, I certainly hope so

because I don't think
I can handle
another crazy scene.

And so,
the Range Rider defeats
the Black Rock gang

in another daring shootout.

(TV announcer)
Once again
making the plains safe

for all who dare
brave the untamed west.

No matter race nor creed,

the Range Rider
stands for truth
and justice for all.

[gasps]

It's all right, girl.
It's all right.

I must have been wrong.

The Black Rock
gang has lured us
into this cave,

and then they've
pushed a boulder
in front of the opening.

But there has to
be another way out.

How about right here
through this window?

Face, it's lucky
you showed up
with a flashlight.

There's some
blackout at the building.

That's because
B.A's jumping
the master circuit

so the alarm
wouldn't go off?

Murdock,
what are you wearing?

I guess my secret's out.

You discovered
my alter ego.

You're not
Professor Nutty Butty
again, are you?

Rex the Wonder Dog?

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

It's just that
when you phoned,

you said we were going up
against some horse rustlers.

Who better to defeat them
than the mysterious
lawman of the plains,

the Range Rider.

You, uh, you got me there.
Now come on, Murdock, come on.

I told B.A.
to turn on the juice
in about 10 minutes.

Any longer than that,
and, uh, they'll
start a room check.

Nighty-night, Murdock.

Thunder, Thunder, girl.

[whistling]

Oh, no, Thunder's not
who I think she is?

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, girl, whoa.

I don't know, Murdock.

You know how B.A. feels about
having Billy in his van,

and he's just a dog.

The Range Rider
would sooner face

a dozen bandits
without his six-shooters

than not have
Thunder at his side.

There is no man tall enough
to come between me
and my trusty steed.

Come, girl.

Hey, sucker,
you better not be talking
to invisible animals.

Here we go again.

(B.A.)
Come on.

*[music playing on TV]

Thanks.
Sure.

(TV announcer)
And once again, the faithful
rider of the range

is off on another
great adventure.

Uh, uh, Murdock,
in case someone spots us,

we don't want
them to recognize you
and blow the alarm.

Good idea, Kemosabe.

[tires screeching]

Hey, that's
B.A. Baracus' van.

Yeah, it pulled up
while you were inside

so I slipped out and
attached a homer to it.

Good move, Sergeant.

Murdock's still in his room.

I guess they still
visit him on occasion.

They were part
of the same unit.

Any sign of Smith?

Couldn't see. Too dark.

But I figured
they'd lead us right
to the good colonel.

[tires screeching]

Anybody follow you?

No, I was real careful.

[beeping]

Col. Decker,
I think we've
got the A-Team.

[spurs jingling]

Howdy.

You must be
Chief Running Bear

who has summoned help
to save them wild horses

from being
slaughtered by rustlers.

This just keeps
getting better.

First you take me
off Hollywood Boulevard
dressed as a cop,

and now the Range Rider
shows up.

You know
the Range Rider?

A full-blooded
American Indian

living on the open
plains of Arizona

where the Range Rider
dispenses his justice?

Naturally, he's heard of me.

I used to catch
the Saturday morning reruns
when I was at UCLA.

Mr. Running Bear--

Daniel.

Daniel,
there is a federal bureau

that watches
over wild mustangs.

Yes, but like any other
branch of the government,

too much to govern,
too few people to do it.

There are thousands
of wild horses

spread throughout
the United States.

And every one of them
is protected by law.

Yes. But when
someone like Bus Carter
breaks the law,

it's very hard
to press charges.

The largest landowner,

and his standing
with the local
cattlemen's association

makes him a very
influential man
in the county.

[sighs]

He also plays dirty.

All right, to be
perfectly honest
with you

I've had most
of my wardrobe
made for the year

and I don't have
anything to go
with one of those.

So I'm afraid I'll
have to return this money
you gave us.

Face.

Look, I'm sorry I
didn't tell Mr. Lee

I didn't have
enough to cover your fee.

No, you're not.

[laughs]

You're right.

I had to meet
you to convince you
how important this really is.

We've had it
happen to us before,
haven't we, Amy?

I don't think it ever
hurts to listen to
anyone's troubles.

We're always working
for chump change.

This time
we're trying to save
a bunch of horses.

But these horses
have been there

for as long as my
people can remember.

They're a part of the land,
a part of my tribe.

Surely you can
appreciate the importance

of one's heritage
and traditions.

I will raise
the money eventually.

Look, all I ask is
that you come down
and take a look.

See for yourselves.
If that doesn't convince you,

then I understand.

Well, I guess anybody
who's crazy enough
to take on three jeeploads

of armed rustlers on
horseback by himself

deserves
special consideration.

We're still working
for almost nothing again.

Once again,

the mysterious Range Rider

sets out on another
thrilling adventure

with his trusty steed,
Thunder, who--

who will remain
behind just this one time.

Well, guys,
shall we saddle up?

[guns firing]

(Hannibal)
Head to the wall.

This is Col. Decker
of the U.S. Army.

You are
completely surrounded.

Ah, no kidding.

Col. Decker,
did you hear that?

You know this guy?

Everyone in Vietnam
knew him.

He always got the job done
under any circumstances,

and he never lost any sleep
over how he did it.

Yeah, Hannibal and
this guy mixed it up
once in the Doom Club.

The Doom Club?

The Da Nang
officers' open mess.

What, you didn't like
the way he sugared his coffee?

No. I didn't like
the way he blew up

Cong hospitals like
it was his favorite sport.

Give yourself up

or I'll flush the whole
building and everyone inside
of it right in the sewer.

Is he kidding?
Sounds like he's crazy!

Decker is crazy.

Maybe I should go
out and talk to him.

You want me to
start blasting, Smith?

Well, Hannibal?

I'm thinking.

[guns firing]

Think faster, man!

Hey, Decker, this is Smith.

You ought to cool out.

What if we have
an innocent person in here?

Who might that be?
Amy Allen?

I'd hardly call her innocent.

Okay, look--

No talk. You come
out or we come in.

And you're not gonna
like it if we come in.

I'm giving you two minutes.

Don't you love it?

No matter how smart
they think they are,
they always screw up somehow.

Come on, let's get
the weapons out of the van.

What are we gonna
do in two minutes, Hannibal?

You heard the man.

We're going out
the front door.

It's obvious they
really have no choice...

With anyone but
Col. Hannibal Smith.

With him, nothing is obvious.

What can he do?

We'll find out in
about 40 seconds.

[guns firing]

[engine revving]

Looks like you
stopped the A-Team
once and for all.

What about Hannibal?

He'll be all right.

Get those civilians back!

Keep the civilians
out of the way!

All right, show's over.
Go back to work.

Come on, move along.

Hey, you got a light, pal?

Sure.

Keep them.

Thanks, pal.

(Face)
Oh, yes, beautiful Arizona.

Quiet, serene,
the comatose state.

You ought to scout locations
for your next movie here.

That career sure went fast.

Talk about the sizzle
and fizzle of Hollywood.

Move over, man!
Give me room.

(Face)
Hey, B.A. take it easy.

You're gonna break my rib!

This fool won't
gimme no room!

I didn't design this thing.

Besides, there ain't enough
room for four of us.

Four of us?
What do you mean?

Three of us, sucker!
You got that?

You hear me, sucker?
There's three of us.

No animal, no nothing!
You got it?

Say three or he's gonna
bounce you down
the hyphenated line.

Okay, okay, okay, three!

(Amy)
Will you guys knock it off?

On my reporter's salary,
I can't afford
to buy a new car

every time you guys
get together in it.

Well, it's a long ride,

and this is not
the most comfortable car.

I'm comfortable.

We wouldn't be
going through this,

if you didn't
leave my van behind!

We were gonna lose
those MPs.

I did.

But you didn't
bring my van back.

I worked hard on
the wheels, Hannibal.

I'm sure it'll turn
up sooner or later.

[crane motor whirring]

It's empty.

Um,

we can, uh, drag the bay.

Don't waste the energy.

All of the bodies
couldn't have washed out.

How did he do it?

He's Hannibal Smith.
That's how he does it.

It would have been
easy for him to jump

clear of the van
before it hit the water

and then drift off with
the rest of this crowd.

[snickers]

For a while,
I thought this
was gonna be easy.

Anything on
those prints we found

at the warehouse,
that weren't Smith's?

Yeah. Daniel Running Bear.

We had his prints on file
from the military.

He served from '66 to '68,
First Air Cav in Vietnam.

Get an address on
this Running Bear.

Oh, he's a computer
programmer in Arizona.

Still lives on
the Chequea Indian Reservation
where he was born.

Let's pay
Mr. Running Bear
a little visit.

Find out
what his story is.

I was out here one night when
I first spotted Carter's men

rounding up the horses.

Now, where they corral them,
I have no idea.

But then again,
Carter has over 250,000 acres.

Well, he can't sit on
those mustangs for long.

You say he
ships them by rail?

Those railroad
tracks that we passed
coming out of town?

That's his line.

He's got locomotives
and boxcars

which he uses to
move out his cattle.

Now, I'm sure he takes
the horses down to
a slaughterhouse in Mexico

which is only
a short run from here.

What about your people,
brother?

How can they
let this happen?

[laughs]
What about them?

They're people just
like anybody else.

I mean, they make a living,
go about their business
just like any others.

They're not gonna
dig out the war paint

and saddle up and go against
Carter's hacienda.

Besides, the Chequea
were never a warring tribe.

They were fishermen
who migrated south
during the war of 1864.

No kidding?

Heck of a way to fish.

Let me see that.

Be my guest.
Any more come this way,
you can have them, too.

Chequea.

The Chequea were a--

What?

A warring tribe.

Help!

(Daniel)
Wait, wait! Don't hurt him.

It's a kid!

(Daniel)
Shelly, it's me!

Shelly, it's me!

Daniel, I thought
you were still
in Los Angeles.

I just came back.

This is my nephew, Shelly.

How do you do?

I believe this
belongs to you.

What's wrong with you, kid?

Firing these
arrows at people.

Don't you know
they're dangerous?

They could hurt
somebody real bad.

Couldn't you find
better toys to play with?

[B.A. sighs]

Yet, not exactly great
for 100 percent worsted cotton
either, kid.

I don't hit
anything unless I want to.

I happen to be
county champion.

I was just trying
to scare you off.

I thought you were
Bus Carter's men.

They came out
here with me to help.

Yeah?

You're gonna
help us trash Carter
and his men?

Trash Carter?

Shelly and
Daniel Running Bear.

I wonder what
Sitting Bull would think.

I don't know how
the rest of you feel,

but I wouldn't
sleep well tonight

knowing those
animals there are
gonna wind up

on the sticky side
of a postage stamp.

He does it every time.

Does that mean you'll help?

(Shelly)
You'll stop Carter?

We're gonna try.

That means we will.

Whenever Hannibal says that,
it means he's got a plan.

[inaudible]

[spurs jingling]

I'm, uh, gonna go out to
the reservation
with Daniel.

You know, just dig up
some background,

I don't know,
talk to some of the elders.

Maybe there's
a human interest story
in all of this.

Yeah, it, uh, looks like
there sure could be.

We'll
check into a motel.

There's a couple of
more things I wanna
get our hands on.

We'll tell you
where we are at the store.

Okay.

[engine starting]

It's right over here,
Miss Carter.

We shouldn't be
taking too much longer

getting these things loaded.

I sure hope
you don't mind.

I know
it was a long flight,

but this was
on the way back
from the airport.

No problem.

Your uncle is real
anxious to see you.

[inaudible]

[jeep engine starting]

Would you get out
of the way, please?

Oh, "please."

Looks like you did learn
a couple of things

about how to act
in front of people.

That's good
'cause the next time--

There's not gonna
be no next time.

You got that straight.

You're not stealing any more
of those horses.

(Stryker)
Kid's got a crazy mouth
on him, Chief.

Maybe somebody
ought to teach him
to respect his elders.

Don't you think you've done
enough already?

This looks like a job
for the Range Rider.

I'm gonna shut
this fool up for good.

B.A.

I think Murdock's right.

Really?

Yeah.

Let's go.

(Face)
They'll never recognize us.

(Hannibal)
You look like a bunch of girls

waiting for a date
at a square dance.

(Stryker)
And just who the heck are you?

I'm the mysterious
rider of the plains,
the Range Rider,

and these are my
trusty companions.

[laughs]

Oh, boys, looks like
we found ourselves
some goofballs.

[men grunting]

[grunts]

Wow!

(Carter)
Use your knees more, honey.

Let up on the reins. Give it
a little bit more lead.

We're gonna move
the horses over to the corral

at sundown so we can
load them.

How many we got?

Well, we got
enough for two boxes,

but we only got one
empty car on the train.

Unless you just
wanna not make
that delivery to McGiver's.

No, I done already told him
he'd get his beef.

So, just load up
the one boxcar.

We'll ship the rest out
this weekend.

What you gonna do
about these guys
we told you about, Bus?

Who?
That bunch of masked yahoos
riding around

like a High Plains
Drifter or somebody?

[laughing]
The Range Rider, Bus.

Cloud of dust,
fiery horse.

They said we
shouldn't be shipping
no more horses

to the dog food company.

That so?

Thanks.

[sighs]

Uncle Bus,
I'm through.

I kept Sentinel
ready all year long
waiting for your visit.

You only been
riding about an hour.

I think I'm
a little saddle-sore.

Somehow,
riding the horse trails

in San Francisco just
isn't quite the same.

[laughing]

Well, honey, I keep
telling you, you gotta
grip with your knees.

Keeps you from
bouncing around
and hurting your...

...self.

[sighs]
Well, I think I'll wash up
for lunch now.

My niece is a good girl.

Young, idealistic.

But I'm afraid she
might not understand

that them horses
could wipe out in a week

what would be
a month's good grazing
for my cattle.

It bothers me a lot
that she even might have

the slightest inkling
of what we're doing.

I'm sorry, Bus,
but that Indian kid
just shot his mouth off

before I could do anything.

She thinks you're rounding up
them stray mustangs

over to the reservation
behind my back.

[horse neighing]

I told her I'd look into it.

I don't want no more dirt
tracked around here.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

And don't worry,
we'll find out who
these crackerboxes are.

I got a couple
men over at Lodi

looking through
the local places
where they might be staying.

If they're still around.

I got a feeling they are.

I figure it's that Indian,

and he's rounded
himself up some help.

Only help I'm
worried about him getting
is legal help.

On the other hand,

if he's just hired himself
a couple of gunslingers,

well, we know how to
handle that, don't we?

[horse neighing]

[train horn blaring]

No.

No, I don't hear nothing.

Are you sure?

[neighing]

I don't hear nothing,
but if you're positive
that that's what you--

I'm warning you,

I've had enough
of you talking to
your invisible friend.

Does he look invisible, huh?
You can't see him?

[neighs]

Invisible or not,
I don't want you
talking to nobody. Got that?

Well, I'm sorry,
but I'm not the one
with the bad attitude.

When someone talks to me,
I feel obliged
to respond in kind.

It's not a somebody,
it's a horse!
And horses don't talk!

* A horse is a horse,
of course, of course *

* and no one can talk
to a horse, of course *

* unless, of course
the horse is the famous
Mister Ed *

Murdock, any sign?

[Face choking]

B.A., take your hand
off Murdock's throat.

Yeah.

[panting]

Ed says...

Ain't no train coming.

Who's Ed?

Guess.

[neighing]

Train coming, muchachos.

And I ain't telling you
who told us.

[neighing]