All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S01E10 - West Coast Turnaround (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

-Easterland thinks that if he
can keep my produce from

market I'm going to have to
sell the farm to the bank.

-It's a classic western.

We're the cowboys in
the box canyon.

Easterland and his Indians
have got us trapped.

-Those guys aren't getting
through this valley.

-Head 'em up and move 'em out.

- --in the stretch, Aladar
is along the rail, and--

-When you on the jazz, man,
you're dangerous.

NARRATOR: Ten years ago, a crack
commando unit was sent

to prison by a military
court for a

crime they didn't commit.

These men promptly escaped
from the 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.

[theme music]

-I don't like it, Dad.

-Well, neither do I, honey.

But I gotta get this crop to
market or we're gonna lose

everything.

Now, I figure we got two or
three more loads and we can

clean out the warehouse.

And if we move fast, we won't
lose too much to spoilage.

-I can't believe this
is happening.

I don't believe Chuck Easterland
can just put us out

of business like this.

-Sweetheart, it hasn't
happened yet.

-Dad.

He's threatened every truck
driver who's been willing to

haul our produce.

What's to stop him
from killing you?

-Honey, the whole Viet Cong
army couldn't kill me.

And I'm not about to let
Chuck Easterland do it.

Now, give me a kiss.

Come on.

Stay inside like I
told you, Ellen.

Don't go anywhere near
Green Valley.

I'll call you when
I get to LA.

-He's heading out.

-Which way out of the
valley, Whit?

-He's taking I-16 south.

-OK.

Well, you stay with him.

Now, some of you boys haven't
worked for me very long.

Do this one right, and there'll
be a big bonus.

-Coming towards you, Bill.

-We're all set.

[truck horn]

-Just what is your interest
in all this, Ms. Allen?

-My interest is as a reporter.

The LA police already took his
statement and said that I

could stay.

I'm writing a story on Mr.
Penhall and what's happening

to him.

-You don't say, huh?

-Sheriff Murphy is Chuck
Easterland's brother-in-law.

He's not going to give
us any help.

Sure sorry you had to make the
drive all the way from Green

Valley just to keep up
appearances, Dale.

-That's about all that
kind of junk I'm

gonna listen to, Ellen.

You're accusing me of collusion
in this here crime,

and I ain't going to stand
for no more of it.

-Lunchtime.

-Can't that wait?

[music playing]

-Huh?

-I said, can't that wait?

-Nope.

No steak.

Not today.

-I didn't say steak,
I said wait.

I'm trying to do a police
report here.

-No dribble straws left.

Gotta be careful
with the juice.

-I got the physical description
as best as you can

remember him.

I'll get to working on it.

-Goodbye, Sheriff.

-Thank you for writing
this story, Amy.

I don't know if it's going to
do any good, but at least it

will make Easterland squirm.

I guess your friends decided
not to help us.

-I don't know why.

I really don't.

I thought one of them
would come.

-Carrots look real
runny today.

-You know, Easterland thinks
that if he can keep my produce

from market I'm going to have to
sell the farm to the bank,

and then all he has to do is
step right in and buy it up

like he did all those others.

He owns half the
valley by now.

It's an impossible
situation, Ellen.

I--

I feel like we're licked.

-My friends specialize in
impossible situations.

-I don't have any money.

It's all tied up
with the bank.

But if your friends can move
my produce, I'll see to it

that they get 30%
of the profit.

-I don't really think that's
going to be necessary.

-Ain't allowed for people
to be in here

when I feed this man.

Bad for his digestion.

Hospital rules.

So if you'd just step outside.

-But I don't really
think that we're--

-Both of you, please.

Won't take a moment.

Thank you.

What was your unit in 'Nam?

-What?

-Well, underneath this putty
nose and makeup is a

remarkably handsome veteran,
who was stationed

for a while at Pleiku.

Lieutenant Colonel, 5th
Special Forces Group.

-I know that unit.

Had a commanding officer, some
lunatic by the name of

Hannibal something.

-At your service.

-You're Amy's friend?

You guys are a bunch
criminals.

I read all about you when I
was pulling out of 'Nam.

-The world is full of ironic
complications, isn't it?

-You're going to help me?

-Well, let's say maybe I'd be
interested in getting your

watermelons to market.

Do you have any trucks?

-No, I, uh, hired a
trucking company.

Lone Horse Trucking.

Its owner, Bill Mather, accepted
$1,000 advance to

move my crop, and he
never showed up.

Easterland paid him off.

All the other guys that I hired
either got run off the

road or got shot at.

And nobody's even going to
drive in that valley now.

-I will.

Now, 30% of the crop, how
much is that worth?

-Well, that all depends on what
the market value is and

how ripe the melons are.

-Well, how ripe are they?

-They're too ripe.

They gotta be there by Friday.

That's two days.

-I'll be in touch.

-Where you gonna
get your truck?

-You bought a ride from Lone
Horse Trucking, so we'll just

count on Bill Mather to supply
any trucks we need.

-Easterland bought him off.

He double-crossed me.

There's no way he's
going to help you.

-Sure he will.

He just hasn't been asked
the right way.

Oh.

You never told me your unit?

-101st Airborne.

-Your guys took it real
bad up in [inaudible].

-At least there I knew
it was coming.

This thing came right
out of nowhere.

Colonel, I thank you
for helping me.

-I haven't done anything.

Yet.

[music playing]

-I don't know where he is.

He said he'd come.

-He did?

Come on, kid.

We're in the watermelon
business.

-Hannibal, you did
it to me again.

-Come on, boy.

Come on, Billy.

Come on boy.

Yeah, boy, yeah.

Yeah, boy.

He won't even stay under
my bed anymore.

I used to put his bowl under
there and everything.

I think the psychiatric ward's
making Billy nervous.

He won't eat regularly.

He barks.

Woo, woo!

In the middle of the night.

-Have you changed
his flea collar?

The dog gets fleas, it
twists him, Murdock.

Makes him crazy.

-Look, Face.

This man don't have a dog.

So why we sitting around
here talking about a

dog that don't exist?

-Hey, it isn't that Billy
doesn't exist.

In a practical sense,
Billy does exist.

He represents a, uh, love
fixation that bridges a

relationship gap Murdock had
when he was a child.

-Absolutely, man.

Go on, Billy.

Go on.

-This is my van.

And I don't wanna hear no more
talk about Billy in my van.

You got it?

-All right.

We're on a case.

We are hauling produce for
30% the market price.

BA, you still got a line on
that '80 Buick sedan?

-Yeah.

-You're to dress that up.

Face, we need some
truck scales.

-What about me?

-Well, you take Ellen on
up to the Penhall farm

and wait for us.

-Where's Billy?

I don't wanna step on his tail.

-Shh.

Hes right there.

-Ain't no dog.

-All right.

Who wants to be a cop?

-Don't look at me.

-Oh me, me, me me.

Oh please, me.

-OK, Face.

It's you.

-Come on, Billy.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Yeah, boy.

-What kind of produce we
hauling, Hannibal?

-Watermelons.

-Murdock, why are
you doing that?

-(ITALIAN ACCENT) I gotta paint
it, I'm gonna sign it.

-You get the out of
service signs, BA?

-Yeah.

He's throwing down sweet rolls
on the floor, Hannibal.

-Well.

He's just, uh, feeding
his dog, Billy.

Relax.

-Murdock throwing our
food on the ground.

Ain't no Billy.

Man, how long we gonna put
up with this mess?

-The next stop's the Gear
Jammer's Cafe at the bottom of

the Grapevine.

Let's go.

-Come on, Billy.

Come on.

-Why we gotta be
out of service?

-Well, this is a pretty good
mock-up of a squad car, but

it's not perfect.

So we're transportation people
from Universal Studios, making

a movie called "It Came From
Planet X." That way, if we get

pulled over by a real highway
patrol car, we're not gonna

get busted.

-Good luck with that
one, sucka.

-You're up, BA.

-OK.

Let's do it.

[sirens]

-Hey, Lone Horse, you
look a little heavy.

When you find a good
spot, pull over.

We're gonna have to weigh you.

BA, you reset those scales?

-Don't worry, man.

This guy gonna weigh heavy no
matter what he's carrying.

You just better hope no real
cops come along and see us

doing this.

-Come on, I'm OK.

Haven't got more than 80,000
pounds per axle.

-Is this rig over 60 feet?

-59' 11'', man.

I'm cool.

-What are you hauling?

-Paper rolls for roofing.

-OK.

Let's measure the rig and
get it up on a scale.

-Who's that?

-Mechanics from Barstow.

They run the scales for
us and, uh, tow any

rigs that are illegal.

-Boy.

You guys got nothing
better to do?

-Not this afternoon.

Now drive it up on the scale.

And go easy.

You hit your brakes and
bust my scale, I'm

gonna rain on you hard.

-Yeah, yeah.

I've heard all that before.

You slimy smokies.

-Well, well, well.

Will wonders never cease?

This guy's overloaded.

-106,000 pounds?

Something's wrong with
your scale, bud.

-You're over gross
16,000 pounds.

You're gonna have to
unload this truck.

-Aw, come on, you guys.

Are you kidding?

Get the load out of the box,
pal, or get another truck out

here and split the load.

Either one, I don't care.

But you're not moving
'til you're legal.

-Yeah.

Let me speak to Bill Mather.

-Hey, what's going
on here, huh?

This truck's not overloaded.

I want your names and
your badge numbers.

-What's your name?

-I'm Bill Mather.

I own these rigs.

What's going on?

This driver isn't overgrossed.

-I know.

-Huh?

-We're here to help you with
a problem of conscience.

-What you talking about?

-Well, we don't want you to lose
any sleep over taking Joe

Penhall's money and then
double-crossing him.

-Yeah.

That's the kind of thing
that'd give a

man sleepless nights.

Oh, not now, maybe.

Not this very moment.

But, uh, some Christmas Eve,
you'll be sitting home alone.

You'll start wondering how you
could have sold out a nice guy

like Joe Penhall.

-Yeah.

We've all seen it.

It's tragic.

You're lucky we came along in
time to save you from it.

-Who are you guys?

-We're the ghosts of
Christmas future.

-We're also hijackers.

So just give us the keys
and take a walk.

We'll call you in a couple days
and tell you where to

pick up your rigs.

-Do you know what Easterland's
going to do to me?

To you guys?

You're in deep trouble, you try
to go through that valley.

-Now that's the trouble with
taking a moral stand.

Somebody's always angry.

But it makes you feel
good, doesn't it?

-Oh, one other thing.

We're kind of crazy.

So, uh, you report to either
Easterland or the cops, we're

going to come back and score
some points on you.

-Yeah.

I'm real scared.

-Huh?

What he say?

-OK.

OK.

-(WESTERN DRAWL) All right.

Head 'em up and move 'em out.

I always wanted to
say that line.

-Thanks.

-Well, we'll dump the uniforms
in the squad car.

And that concludes phase one
of Operation Watermelon.

-Penhall Farm's just
up 89 here.

About another 12 miles.

-You guys stay in line.

-Knocking at your back
door, brother.

-And they're in the stretch.

Aladar is along the rail
and leads by a length.

The Two For the Road is holding
on, and Lady Luck is

dropping off as they come
to the clubhouse turn.

They--

man, why do you always do that
when my horse is in the lead?

I could have won the
daily double.

-Hannibal, this fool is
starting up again.

I told you you should have left
him back there in the

squad car trunk with his
stupid invisible dog.

-Oh, talk softly.

Billy has finally
gone to sleep.

-Looks like we're gonna have
to run a roadblock.

BA, stay in tight.

-I didn't know this
was a toll road.

-It's not.

Nice.

-Somebody's gonna be
mad at somebody.

-Ellen, my friends are very
good at what they do.

If Hannibal says he can take
care of Easterland, you can

pretty much count on
that happening.

-Well, I hope you're right.

Because if the crop doesn't get
to market, we're through.

[truck horn]

-Let's go.

-Ms. Penhall.

Hannibal Smith.

-These are Bill Mather's
trucks.

-You even got two of them.

-He was running a sale.

Steal one, get one free.

-We don't really need two.

We've had some spoilage.

I think one would handle it.

-OK, OK, OK.

Go on.

Run along!

Make sure to stay out
of the house.

-Hope he doesn't mess on
the front porch there.

-Let's get going.

We've got a lot of work to do.

-Who are you?

-I'm BA Baracus, and I'm here
to pick up your crops.

-Oh.

Fine.

Fine.

The barn's right up there.

-Uh, you have a phone
I can use?

-There's one in the kitchen.

-Face.

We've got a barn full of
watermelons we've gotta load.

-Hannibal, I have to
monitor the market.

Try and get a report on
watermelon sales.

-What's the matter?

You don't get want to get
your hands dirty?

-Uh, you said the phone was
in the kitchen, right?

Thanks.

I'll be right back.

-That's Chuck Easterland.

How'd he find out about
you guys so soon?

-It, uh, could have something to
do with Hannibal blowing a

roadblock a ways back.

-I wanted to draw him out.

I always like to see the size
of a slug I'm after before I

step on him.

Murdock, BA, take the right.

Face, stay with me.

-Uh, Hannibal, if we're going
to fight, I really prefer to

be teamed with BA.

-Me, too.

-Are you guys saying you don't
want to team up with me?

-Yes.

-Why?

-I'll tell you why.

Because when you on the jazz,
man, you're dangerous.

-I want you and your
men out of here.

This is private property.

You're all trespassing.

-Why don't you call the sheriff
and sic the law on us?

And how would you like
some good advice?

-I love advice.

Especially good advice.

-Uh, excuse me, but would you
mind terribly taking your foot

down off the bumper there?

No offense.

But, uh, it's so rude.

-I'm a rude guy.

-Oh.

Well, in that case,
go right ahead.

-Here's your advice.

-Excuse me.

My dog moved.

Billy, get over here.

Get over here!

Now, if you're not gonna
be good, you're

staying on your leash.

He doesn't bite.

-You guys are a bunch
of clowns.

Very funny.

I'm busting a gut here.

-He's a mental patient.

He's not dangerous, usually.

But he does hallucinate.

Now, you were giving
me some advice.

-Yeah.

Here's your advice.

Get back in those trucks and
roll them out of here.

-That's it?

-That's it.

-I don't like that advice.

Have you got any other advice?

-I got a promise for you.

If you're not out of here in a
half an hour, I'm gonna wreck

your trucks and I'm gonna
wreck all your guys.

-Billy, stay put.

Don't move.

-Now, what if I was very nice
and said please, just let us

do our job, and don't hurt us?

Would that make any
difference?

-That wouldn't make any
difference at all.

-Wait a minute.

It really doesn't matter whether
I stay on your good

side or not.

-Not in the least.

-Ha.

In that case--

-Watch out for my car!

-BA!

-Gah!

-Thanks.

-Is he all right?

-Likes to see how big the slug
is before he steps on him, is

what he likes to do.

-[mumbling]

-What he say?

-He said, I love it when
a plan comes together.

-What do you think, BA?

-Oh, man.

This rig is about 16,000
overweight.

And the rear brakes is whistling
"Dixie." And these

air holes--

you got dry rot.

-Wonderful.

All they have to do is get
to Farmer's Market in LA.

-Hi.

Just checking with the produce
exchange in LA.

I'm on hold.

-Amy says you're all wanted by
the military, and you hire out

to help people.

Right?

-Uh, yeah.

That's pretty much it, Ellen.

It's a long, very sad story.

A story of injustice.

I don't want to bore you
with our problems.

Uh, yeah.

I wanted to check
what the, uh--

yeah, I'll hold.

Never owned 30% of a watermelon
crop before.

-You know, if you can get Dad's
crop to market, you'll

save the farm for us.

I don't know how I'll ever
be able to thank you.

-You don't?

Uh, hi.

This is Penhall Farms.

We're checking the price of--

yeah, I'll hold.

Sound very busy.

Price is probably going right
through the roof.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

What's the price per bushel
of watermelon?

Beautiful, rich, succulent
watermelon?

Green or white what?

-Rind.

They're green.

-Green.

When were they harvested?

-Last week.

But don't tell them that.

-Yesterday.

We got 100,000 pounds.

Yeah.

OK.

OK.

Bye.

He says that if they're
not too ripe he'll

give us $40 a bushel.

-That's bad.

It's off $0.50 a bushel.

But some of them are
already going bad.

-Bad?

Didn't you take care of them?

-They've been sitting in the
barn for a week and a half.

-Well then, we gotta
get them to market.

I want to get at least
$40 a crate.

Yeah.

I think I have a real feel
for this business.

Don't you?

-No.

But I like you guys anyway.

-What's it like out there?

-Lousy.

Easterland and his men have
their pickups barricaded

across I-16 North, with about
15 guys with weapons.

-It's the same action
in the south

We're penned in, Hannibal.

-Watermelons just dropped off
another $0.50 a bushel.

-Business is a little tougher
than I thought.

Pretty soon, we'll have
to pay someone to take

them off our hands.

-Yeah, man, but first we gotta
get them to the market.

-We've all seen this before.

-We have?

-Of course.

It's your classic Western.

We're the cowboys in
the box canyon.

Easterland and his Indians
have got us trapped.

-Oh.

Maybe we could trade our
way out of this.

With beaver pelts.

-BA, you think you can out a
cow catcher on the front of

this truck?

-Ugh, Hannibal.

-Good.

Now, we need a chase car.

Something fast, light.

Something we can plate
for protection.

-Hannibal, where are
we gonna find that?

Of course, you're kidding.

Not my new car.

Come on, it's not even
paid for yet.

-Kid, the way I'm doing with
watermelon futures, you're

gonna want to get rid of
that little thing.

Get yourself a Mercedes.

Cadillac, anyway.

-You guys think you're going to
hang armor plating all over

my new car?

You're nuts.

-You got us into this, Amy.

We gotta use what's available.

-Don't worry, lady.

I'll be real careful.

Put three holes in the front,
cut here and there.

Won't even change a thing.

I'll have it back to
you just like new.

-But it's my new car.

-We're cut off.

They've got a tractor
across the road.

40 guys with guns.

And you're worrying about
your little car?

Amy, Amy, Amy.

I'm ashamed of you.

-Boy.

You could con anybody out of
anything, couldn't you?

OK.

Go ahead.

-Right.

I want to be out of
here in two hours.

Let's get going.

-Put those trucks together.

I don't want any gaps,
just in case they

try to squeeze through.

-Mr. Easterland.

Sheriff Murphy called.

He's real nervous because the
highway department's all over

him about this, uh,
detour request.

-That's too bad.

That's what he's getting paid
for, to keep the heat off.

Those guys aren't getting
through this valley.

-How's the market, Face?

-Frisco bid in at $0.43
more a bushel than LA.

-Great.

-Where's my car?

-Isn't it beautiful?

-Lady.

Couple bolts, fresh paint,
it'll be good as new.

-How do I get into
these things?

-Let's mount up!

-Here goes nothing.

-Do you think they'll
get through?

-Probably not.

-Then Easterland
will kill them.

-That probably won't
happen, either.

-Here they come.

What's that on the front
of the truck?

Milt.

They're coming south.

They mean business.

You boys get down here
and give us a hand.

-They're making their
way south.

Let's go.

-OK, Face.

I'm gonna thread this sucker
through the eye of the needle.

-Oh, no.

-That sure don't look like
Indians to me, Face.

I think we misjudged 'em.

-Come on, get in the truck.

Let's get after them.

-Whitaker.

They got through us.

Go with the backup plan.

-Murdock, can you see?

-I can't even see your teeth!

Look out!

-Howdy, neighbor.

How's everything?

-Get out.

Now.

-Hi.

-I told you to get
out of here.

Maybe next time you'll listen.

-I doubt it.

I'm stubborn.

It's a serious character flaw.

-How about Billy?

Don't forget my dog, Billy.

-Yes.

At least let him take
his pet dog.

I mean, fair is fair.

-Thanks, Colonel.

Hey, Billy.

-You think that's funny?

We'll see how hard you laugh
when we burn your crop.

All right, boys.

Open up the tail and
torch that load.

-Like the man said, the
watermelon market's real soft.

-All right, wiseguys.

Where's the rest of
those watermelons?

-Beats the heck out of me.

You know, I thought they were
with Murdock's dog, Billy.

-They're heading south.

I pulled that roadblock.

They got about a 15-minute
head start on us.

You take these guys over to my
place and get the chopper.

The rest of you guys
coming with me.

And call Bill Mathers, tell
him to pick up his rig.

That truck's not getting
through this valley.

-See you guys.

-Outta here.

Move it.

Go tell 'em they need to
fire up the chopper.

I'll be there in a minute.

Don't even think it, mister.

-Just taking out a cigar.

-No you ain't.

-Oh, no.

Murdock.

Please.

Don't look at the horses.

-Horses?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

No.

I used to have horses
on my walls.

Horses in my bedspread.

Horses in my closets.

Horses--

horses everywhere.

[whinnying]

-What are you, nuts?

-Certified by the state
and everything.

-Shut him up, man.

-Whoa, whoa, big fella.

Whoa.

Easy, easy big fella.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Here, here, here.

Easy.

Easy, big fella.

Whoa.

Here.

Whoa.

Whoa, easy, easy big fella.

Whoa.

-Jake, get the extinguishers.

Mark, get those horses
out of there!

-Hey, fella!

The whole barn went, some
kind of gas thing!

They got guys crawling around,
looking for their heads.

Terrible!

You better get down there!

-You gotta be kidding.

-We gotta have some firepower.

-Get on the horn, let
Mr. Easterland know.

-How do you think the
others are doing?

-Probably not too good.

There's Easterland
men back there.

-This whole plan sounded
ridiculous from the start.

I should have known it wouldn't
work out right.

-Hannibal's plans never
work right.

They just work.

You're on the wrong side, BA.

-I know.

-Oh boy, is somebody
in for a surprise.

-One of us has got to do it.

Bring her down, Murdock.

-This is Lady Crazy Pilot to
Lady Crazy Bombardier.

We're over the target, and I'm
turning the craft over to you.

Commence bomb run.

-Aw, Face.

You lack experience.

Watch.

-Let's get out of here.

-Nice drop, kemosabe!

-He wanted watermelons.

I just gave him a couple.

-What happened to my
car, Hannibal?

-I told you.

BA and Murdock are
bringing it.

We had to leave it
at Easterland's.

We took the chopper.

-There's something you're
not telling me.

Somehow, you hurt my car.

-Hurt your car?

-You're really hurting me
by saying that, guys.

You--

you think I got a bad deal.

-I'm the one who got
the bad deal.

-It's not that I don't
appreciate what

you've done and all.

I mean, if you hadn't driven our
crop to market, we'd have

lost everything.

-But $33.60 bushel is a
lot less than we set

at the Frisco market.

-Well, maybe I'd have got that
if you'd have taken better

care of them, you know.

I mean, who wants to eat
watermelon that are

too ripe, you know?

Not me, I can tell you that.

-Face.

-Uh, yeah.

OK.

OK, I--

I said we'd reduce
our cut to 20%.

That should make
the difference.

I was just trying to boost
profits for everybody.

-Hannibal, my car!

I want my car.

That's all I care about.

I want my car.

-It's on its way.

-I feel like I'm waiting
for a baby.

-Well, here comes the
little darling now.

With the excitement and the
escape, I don't remember it

looking like that.

-A couple of bolts and
some new paint?

-Look, lady.

I was with you, remember?

-You talked me into
this, Face.

Whatever it takes to put my cute
little new Le Car back

into shape is coming
outta your end.

-Wait--

my end?

Oh.

My end's already down 10%.

-Don't feel bad, Amy.

Billy and I'll chip in, too.

Won't you, boy?

Good doggy!

Good doggy!

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