All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S01E11 - One More Time (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

-I think I'm gonna be sick.

-They guys have just been
caught by Lynch.

-I won.

-Has he won?

-General Ludlam and his daughter
are more than likely

to be found there.

-You heard what I said.

No plane.

-Dive, dive!

-Where are we?

-Borneo.

-Where?

-Shh.

-He's over there!

-You will be shot immediately.

-Firing squad.

-Prepare to fire!

-Uh, what abut a special meal?

-Fire!

-10 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.

-Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.

That was about as scary
as my Duncan Yo-Yo.

Now please, what I need
here is real fright.

Jeopardy.

Go for it, huh?

- --registering my name as his
pseudonym of the Screen

Actor's Guild.

I've been meaning to
check into that.

-Well, Colonel Lynch, chasing
Hannibal Smith as much as we

have, I've come to appreciate
his sense of humor.

-Sense of humor?

You think that's funny, then,
Hannibal Smith working under

the name of Lynch?

-Well, I mean, considering the
fact that we've looked

everywhere for him, and all this
time he's working in the

open under your very name.

Well no, sir, I don't
think that's funny.

Excuse me.

We're looking for an
actor named Lynch.

-His real name is John Smith.

Hes using Lynch as an alias.

-Lynch?

You think he could do
better than that.

-Yes.

But is he here?

-Yeah.

He's right over there.

-I should have known it.

We've got him!

-Great.

OK.

Good.

Whoa, whoa.

What is going on here?

This is not the scene where
the Army is called in yet.

-That man is a hardened
criminal.

I've been chasing him for 10
years, I've got him now, and

I'm putting him in jail.

-Wait, wait a minute.

You're kidding me.

Now?

Do you realize the monster is
gonna be under the garbage

ready to attack?

This is the most important
scene in the picture.

Wait, wait.

Please.

Look.

Come on.

It took you 10 years
to find this guy.

I mean, can't you let me
get this one last shot?

-No.

-Well!

That's my old [? namesake. ?]

-What's going on here?

-End of the line, Smith!

First, I want to be
sure I have you.

Then we're going to head
on over and get Beck.

-You got the wrong guy!

-My boys are just waiting
for a chance

to drop in on Baracus.

What do you think of that?

-Who's Baracus?

-I thought that you
guys wanted Lynch.

That's him, on the motorcycle.

[? -look. ?]

Smith's going to warn
Templeton Peck.

-Yes, I'm very happy
to see you.

But I told you, I don't
want to get into

anything over lunch.

-We're not at lunch.

We're walking to get lunch.

So we can clear this
up on the way.

-Oh, we're going to work out our
entire relationship on a

short walk to the corner?

-Rhonda, I--

I know this has been real
tough on both of us.

Especially you.

But, uh, I sort of thought
things were working out real

good for us.

-They have been.

When you've been around.

-Well, business takes
me away a lot.

I explained all that.

-Vaguely.

You know, talking about
jobs is so boring.

-Well not when they take you
away to Guatemala for two

weeks, and to south of France
for the weekend, and Brazil

for Christmas.

I mean, is there something
you're not telling me?

Another woman?

-Another woman?

Oh, Rhonda.

Where would I possibly find
a woman who could drag

me away from you?

-Come on, Face.

Lynch is right behind me.

Let's go!

-Temp!

-I'll call you.

Bye!

-Templeton!

-Go, go, go, go, go!

-Hang on, kid.

-And then he said I didn't have
enough experience to be a

stunt double.

-I think I'm gonna be sick.

-Not on me.

-I think they got away, sir.

-You think?

Get on the horn to Burroughs
and tell them to pick up

Baracus right now.

-That's a 10-4.

He's been holed up inside the
garage ever since we followed

him here this morning.

He has no idea we're
outside waiting.

Should be no problem at all.

-Go!

-They should be meeting
B.A. any minute.

-Look out, Hannibal!

-Hey, Grandma, are you OK?

You're crazy, man.

What were you trying to do?

-I wanted to warn you.

Lynch is coming.

-Thanks.

-Good work, Burroughs.

You'll see a commendation
for this.

-Thank you, sir.

-Let's go in the patrol car.

-I--

I think I'm really
gonna be sick!

-Three former members of a
Vietnam commando team who have

been fugitives for 10 years,
have finally been captured,

according to military sources.

-Colonel John Smith, Lieutenant
Templeton Peck, and

Sergeant Bosco Baracus were
apprehended after a long

military police chase through,
uh, downtown Los Angeles.

Isn't it amazing how fast
good news travels?

-Colonel, I'm impressed
you read the paper.

I thought you stayed
away from anything

that didn't have pictures.

-Go on, Smith.

Say anything you want.

Insult me, call me
horrible names.

It's OK.

You see, it's-- it's
all over now.

And I won.

-What kind of a rock did
they find you under?

-Not nearly as big as the
one I'm going to use

to crush you, Smith.

-Good morning, Colonel.

-Why are you barging
in here, Major?

-I'm Major Briggs, this
is Mr. Perry.

-Mr. Perry.

-The State Department.

-These orders are ridiculous.

I'm not turning these
men over.

-It's out of your
hands, Major.

Your superiors know what
this is all about.

-No, I know what
it's all about.

I've bested my coconut for 10
years to locate and apprehend

these people.

And now someone wants to step
in and get all glory!

-Apparently you managed to do
that quite well on your own.

And if you think this is a
simple matter of the upper

brass trying to get credit for
apprehending men wanted for

some 10-year-old crime that
nobody remembers anyway, then

you are more stupid
than] you appear.

-Don't think that I'm not
going to pursue this

right to the top.

-I am the top, Colonel.

And if you don't want to spend
the rest of your commission in

a concrete room in Utah packing
parachutes, then you

will get in line here.

-I like this man.

-We'll see about that.

-I want a complete security
shutdown on this base.

Cut off the press, no phone
calls in or out until I've had

a chance to talk to these men.

-Sir.

-Well, I said I liked the
way you talked to

the help, Mr. Perry.

I didn't say I'd grant
you an audience.

-I don't see that you have
any choice, Colonel.

-Somehow, I don't feel this
fella has any better news for

us than Lynch.

-I'm sorry, Ms. Allen, I
don't care who you are.

That's the way it is.

-But my press always
gets me on.

And the capture of the A-Team
is already on the wire.

If you would just call Colonel
Lynch, he's expecting me.

-Ms. Allen, Colonel Lynch
can't give you

the necessary clearance.

Apparently, this
story is over.

If you're looking for copy,
go cover a fire.

-We went to the animal
fair, the birds and

the beasts were there.

The funniest was the
monkey, who sat on

the elephant's truuunk.

-Murdock?

You want to pay attention,
here?

-Attention, sir!

I was just rapping with
my cousin, here.

-Now, after we get the result
on the series of

approximations on the animal
therapy program, we think it

will prove that each wing
is going to be able

to get its own pet.

[phone ringing]

-Monkey's on the west wing,
raccoon's on the east.

-I'm sorry, but you've reached
a disconnected number.

Now, if you feel that you've
reached this recording in

error, how do you
think I feel?

-Hey, Murdock?

It's Amy.

-Hey, Chiquita.

How's it shakin', baby?

-Not so good.

The guys have just been
caught by Lynch.

-What?

What do you-- what happened?

-I don't know.

I can't get in to see him.

There's a security blanket over
the military installation

where they're being held.

Which is weird.

I mean, I got the story over
the wire, so the press were

admitted at one point.

And then all of a sudden
they're in [? a10 ?]

security zone.

-Just sit tight.

The king of crazy's
on his way.

And if they move, stay on 'em.

You drop a trail of breadcrumbs,
and I'll find

you.

-I'll make it easier for you.

I'm just the south side of the
military installation, just

past the gate.

-Gotcha.

-How are you gonna get out?

-Oh, that'll be easy.

-As pet owners, we're gonna
have to learn how to

take care of them.

Feed them, train them,
bathe them.

-You know, Sarge, I
had a cat once.

But every time I tried to
give him a bath, the

fur stuck to my tongue.

-OK.

Let's pick which one
we want for the day

as our little friend.

Who's in favor of the raccoon?

-Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, who
wants to stay in my cage,

let howling mad Murdock know.

-Murdock!

Don't panic, don't panic.

Uh, let's get these animals
back in their cages.

George, after Murdock!

-Sergeant, if one of these men
makes a move to get up from

his chair, shoot him.

Gentlemen.

At this point, each of you is
facing a little over 30 years

in federal prison.

I am here to see that you have
an opportunity to avoid

serving that term.

-Gentlemen.

I believe that you are
familiar with the

name General Ludlam?

It is our information that he
was your commanding officer

during certain missions
in Vietnam.

-That sucka sent
me to the brig.

He said I didn't salute him.

-Yeah.

He sent him to jail for just
punching him in the nose.

-He called my a liar.

Nobody call B.A.
Baracus a liar.

-At the moment, the general is
languishing in a military

compound in Borneo.

-That lunatic Rashaam
and his civil war?

Since when is the US sticking
its nose into Borneo?

-The US is not involved.

We can't be.

-Ah, that's where we come in.

-Exactly.

Since you're already fugitives,
you can operate

without any possible connection
to the government.

When you were captured, our
computer linked you with this

mission as the perfect
assault team.

-The general went in on his own
to get his daughter out,

who had been taken prisoner
by guerrilla forces.

-Why did Rashaam want
his daughter?

-He didn't.

He wanted a bargaining chip.

Lights, please.

-Kathy Ludlam was working as
a missionary along the

[? nibong ?]

River.

When Rashaam extended his domain
further north, she was

taken prisoner.

-Next.

Then Rashaam made us an offer.

He said he'd send the girl back
to us if we would send to

him our Eastern European
defense plan.

-Why couldn't you just
go in and grab her?

-Due to political
considerations, the United

States could not
go into action.

-Unfortunately, the general
did not concur.

It is our information that
Rashaam is headquartered in

this military compound,
12 kilometers south of

[inaudible].

-General Ludlam and his daughter
are more than likely

to be found there.

-More than likely?

-We believe our intelligence
is accurate, Lieutenant.

Next.

This is a sketch of
the compound.

-According to your so-called
intelligence?

-Exactly.

As you can see it's heavily
fortified, with access only

from the jungle and
from the air.

-Our very best information is
that the General and his

daughter should be found in the
building on the extreme

right.

-Well, how do we know
they're still alive?

-We don't.

-Ugh.

-Lights, please.

We do know that Rashaam
desperately needs to solidify

his place with the
Soviet bloc.

Our concern is that he will
force the information from

General Ludlam and sell
it to the Russians.

We cannot let that happen.

More specifically, and to the
point, you gentlemen cannot.

-What's in it for
we gentlemen?

-A head start.

When and if you return
I will see to it

that you are cut loose.

I can't make any guarantee
about seeing the charges

against you dropped.

And you do understand,
this is not at all

sanctioned by the Pentagon.

-Terrific offer.

A head start!

Uh, could we discuss
this for awhile?

Alone?

-Corporal.

-I ain't going nowhere to rescue
no sucka calls me liar.

-Now, B.A.

-Next time I see that sucka I'm
gonna do more than punch

him in the nose.

I'm gonna break his neck.

-And I'm not so sure I want to
risk my life just to get a

day's jump on the US Army.

-Especially not for no sucka
who calls me a liar.

-Now, could we talk this
over a second?

-I ain't saving nobody
who called me a liar.

-I think we got that
real clear.

Face?

-Well, I--

I think we're putting a lot on
the line, Hannibal, just to

get back to being what
we already are.

Fugitives?

-You'd rather spend 30
years in prison.

-Ah--

not really.

But there's always
a chance we could

get out on good behavior.

Then at least we could start
living normal lives.

-That's true.

30 years from now we could all
be playing shuffleboard in the

West Valley Retirement Home.

-Hannibal.

Rashaam is a maniac.

He's a butcher.

Reports keep coming back about
torture, and firing squads.

-Right.

We're all agreed.

-Right.

-Right.

-We accept the assignment.

It's better than being
pulled into a

dumpster by a slime monster.

Which I should've been
playing, anyway.

-Hannibal, you're crazy.

Just like Murdock.

-Ohhh, five and twenty
blackbirds baked in a pie--

[? [singing] ?]

-Hey, lady, want a lift?

-Murdock, what are you doing
with a bakery truck?

-Well, Faceman always told me
the fastest way to a man's

heart is through his stomach,
and the easiest way to break

security is through
the kitchen.

Hop in.

I don't want the general's
buns to get cold.

-Hi, what can I do for you?

-Uh, yeah.

We got a shipment of dessert
pastries for the general.

Supposed to get them to him
about 2 o'clock for some brass

reception, or something.

-I don't show any clearance
here for your truck.

-Look, buddy, it ain't
no skin off my back.

You know what I mean?

Here.

Sign that.

And you can tell the general
how come he didn't get his

eclairs and tea cakes.

-Eclairs and tea cakes?

-Yeah.

Four dozen of the general's
custard specials.

Come on with the signature
already, will ya?

I got to get them on back
to the fridge if

you don't want 'em.

-OK.

OK.

Go on in.

I'll call the mess.

-Gee, thanks.

-Colonel Smith, I'm happy
to see that you think

this is a good deal.

-We're going to need
some things.

First of all, a complete and
accurate map layout of the

area we're going into.

Weapons.

-And a boat.

-I beg your pardon?

-AR-15s.

-AR-15s.

-We're gonna need a boat
to get to Borneo.

-You want to go on a boat?

-B.A. doesn't fly.

-I'd die before I fly.

-That's completely out
of the question.

We don't have that
kind of time.

-Hey, man, if you want me to go,
then that's how I'll go.

But I ain't gonna fly to rescue
somebody I don't want

to rescue anyway.

-And, uh, some walkie-talkies.

-Walkie-talkies.

-Hey, man.

You heard what I said.

No planes.

-And some milk.

-I've been thinking
about something.

-Drink your milk.

-I don't want to
drink my milk.

-But you love milk.

-But I don't want it now.

-Mm-mm!

Boy, there's nothing like a
glass of ice-cold milk to give

the body all the necessary
nutrition.

Yeah, Rhonda sure knew how to
keep the old body in shape.

-My body's fine.

And if we ain't going by boat,
then I don't want to go.

-Which means we'll wind up back
in the federal slammer.

And if that happens, you're
looking at the last

non-powdered, non-frozen
nutritious thing you'll put in

your mouth for 30 years.

-Ah, B.A, you got a little
milk moustache there.

-How we gonna get to Borneo?

-By plane.

-Look, there.

-And they're carrying B.A. Which
means wherever they're

going, they're going by air.

-It's all arranged.

It will appear the three of
you have escaped from a

military prison.

The two MPs will be found bound
and gagged, and the

driver of the limousine will
be found in the trunk.

AMY ALLEN (OFFSCREEN): I don't
understand why Lynch wasn't

with them when they
got in that limo.

-I don't understand either.

Something's going on here.

HANNIBAL (OFFSCREEN): How
we getting to Borneo?

-We've got a DC-3 waiting
at a private airstrip.

-A DC-3?

Are you kidding?

Those planes have been out
of service for years.

-Well, Borneo isn't exactly
the most modern country.

A DC-3 won't look suspicious
flying in their airspace.

MURDOCK (OFFSCREEN): There's
something going on.

The military has plenty
of official airfields.

There must be a reason why
they're using this strip.

-What is going on?

-I don't know.

But if I don't stay
on their tail, I'm

never gonna find out.

-Stay on their tail?

How are you gonna do that?

They're getting on a plane.

-So am I.

-What are you gonna do?

-Stash the truck, and
then meet me by

that plane over there.

Excuse me!

Excuse me.

Those were your orders
permitting you to take off I

just saw you signing,
weren't they?

I thought so.

I wonder--

I wonder if I could interest
you in some of my new

high-protein donuts.

I got them over here
in my bakery truck,

and they are perfect--

-Murdock.

Murdock!

-Yeah.

-Where's the pilot?

-Well, it was kinda strange.

I was just standing there
talking to him, and all of a

sudden he fell in my arms.

-You knocked him out.

-Oh, let's not get technical.

We gotta stay on those guys.

Now wait a minute,
you can't come.

-Just get in the plane.

We'll talk about what
I can't do later.

-But you--

-Murdock, I said get
in the plane.

-I love it when you're angry.

-What do you mean
they're gone?

-Look for yourself, sir.

-They can't be just gone.

Find Briggs and Perry.

-Yes, sir.

-Search the base.

They've gotta be around
here somewhere!

-Yes, sir.

-Security.

Red alert.

Code one, red alert.

Security, this is a red alert.

Code one.

Red alert.

Security, this is a red alert.

Code one.

Red alert.

-This is Kilo Charlie
to Oscar Merlin One.

-Murdock, can't you
just call me Amy?

-Nope, it's not as much fun.

Besides, all these fighter
guys got crazy names.

Uh, now come on, now.

How about, um--

Penny.

And I can be Sky King.

-Aren't you getting a little
close, Murdock?

-Songbird, banking low
and out of sight.

-There doesn't seem to be a
place where a plane can land.

-Two miles north of the drop
zone is a dirt strip.

-If you're not there in four
hours, we're going to have to

leave you.

-And General Ludlam and
his daughter, right?

-I'm sorry.

That's the way it has to be.

-Let's go!

-Good luck.

-Murdock, look.

-That must be our guys.

-What in the world
is going on?

-Well if knew that, I could
run for office.

We're gonna have to ditch this
plane and go in after him.

Sky King to Penny.

Mayday, mayday.

We're going in.

-Murdock?

Going in what?

-The plane is going in
the ocean, and we're

going in the jungle.

Dive, dive.

-Wait a minute, Murdock!

I don't have any idea!

I don't have a parachute--

-Me Tarzan, you Jane!

Dive!

Dive!

-Don't puuuush!

[yodeling]

-How's he doing?

-He's coming to.

We better get this
chute off him.

Oh, it's too late.

-What's going on, man?

-Shh.

Could be guerrillas anywhere
around here.

-Where are we?

-Borneo.

-Where?

-Shh!

-Borneo.

You know, small island in the
Western Pacific Ocean, divided

between Malaysia, Indonesia,
and Brunei.

-Are you sure?

-Positive.

I used to date a geography
major.

-How did we get here, man?

-The truth?

-Yeah.

-I think he wants the truth.

-The US military pushed you
out of an airplane.

-That's right.

Pushed all of us.

-Hey, man, the last thing
I remember, we was being

detained by the MPs.

We all were.

And they don't push you out
no airplane for robbing no

[? bank of hanoi. ?]

-I'm afraid they did.

We told them we wouldn't
take the mission if

you didn't come along.

I think they spiked our milk.

-Man, that's a terrible
thing to do to

something that babies drink.

-Come on, let's get this
equipment out.

Rashaam's men patrol
this whole area.

And keep it down.

-Go on.

-Help!

Help!

Murdock!

Murdock!

Murdock!

Murdock!

Get me down from here!

-Disneyland, people pay money
for rides like that.

-Do you think you could please
figure out how to get me out

of this thing?

-Hold on to the straps there.

-Thanks.

-We gotta tag up with Hannibal,
B.A. and Face.

-You know, I don't understand
any of this.

I mean, first they're captured,
then they fly

halfway around the world,
and then they

bail out over Borneo.

-Bail out of Borneo!

It's Tracy and Hepburn, right?

1942.

REO Studios.

Nominated for Best Musical
in the Jungle.

-What do you got?

-I got a flare gun, and I got
some smokes so we can signal

Hannibal.

-Right.

Let's go find the guys.

-Yeah.

-You see anything?

-Yeah, there's a large clearing
about a quarter of a

mile ahead.

All I could see were the
tops of buildings and

the rotor of a chopper.

-You know, we've only got
two hours until sundown.

No wonder those guys are in
the State Department.

They don't know squat about
timing on a rescue operation.

We gotta hit that compound in
daylight, or we miss the ride

out of here.

-How we gonna do
this, Hannibal?

-Look.

Brigg says this is the
hut where they're

holding General Ludlam.

This is Rashaam's
headquarters.

That's our target.

We get hold of him, we
control the game.

Now the plan is your basic
straight-on surprise

hit-and-run attack.

If anything goes sour,
we split up and

rendezvous at the drop zone.

Got it?

-Wait.

-This ain't much of
a plan, Hannibal.

-Are you kidding?

It's a classic.

It's your half-pincer movement
inside a guarded perimeter.

Tried and true, B.A.

-Man, he's on the jazz.

-And we're in trouble.

-Hannibal, this don't look like
Rashaam's headquarters.

-Hannibal, this might
be a good time

to call King's [? x. ?]

-Drop your guns.

Arrest them.

-Some classic half-pincer
movement.

-Needs salt.

-Looks like the A-Team's
a few points behind

at half-time here.

Hannibal probably tried getting
in by hitting them

with what he'd call a classic
frontal assault with a

half-pincer movement.

-Is that what it was?

-Nah, it's just reckless.

But with Hannibal, reckless is
sometimes the best thing.

Of course, every once in a
while, it just doesn't work.

-General Ludnam.

-[inaudible].

My daughter Kathy.

-Hello.

-How do you do, ma'am.

-Did the government send you
here hoping to help us?

-That's right, ma'am.

We got some real bad
intelligence, and uh, we wound

up assaulting the kitchen.

It was a heck of a battle.

-Doesn't look like it's
been too much fun.

-I remember you.

You were one of my colonels.

-That's right, sir.

-I remember you, too.

-Yeah, I busted your
nose in 'Nam.

-March 15, 1971.

-Uh, his attitude hasn't
improved much.

-They want to kill Dad.

Rashaam is power-hungry
and crazy.

He wants the plans to the
NATO missile sites.

-They're gonna have
to kill me.

Because I'm not talking.

-Now general, we're gonna need
your cooperation when I come

up with a plan to blow
out of here.

It may not be too orthodox,
but I'm not gonna let this

Rashaam off without sticking
it in his ear.

-This place is too
well-fortified.

We don't have any weapons.

You're just wasting your time.

-American commanders illegally
in my country without papers?

This would be an international
incident.

-What do you mean, international
incident?

We heard that you had
great potato soup.

We wanted to get some before
it was all gone.

-You're making very
funny jokes.

Now let me tell you
your options.

-Please.

-You will sign confessions
stating that you are a

guerrilla force illegally
airlifted into my country.

You will admit to crimes
against my government.

And you will appear before the
national press substantiating

these charges.

If you refuse to do so, you
will be shot immediately.

-We get a trial, don't we?

-Now let me lay it out
for you, fella.

We're not signing
any confessions.

Were not representatives
of the US government.

As a matter of fact, we're
fugitives in the United

States, so you're gonna have a
little trouble making your

fantasy stick.

-Then you choose to die.

-What-- what about that trial?

-I find you guilty.

You will be shot
within an hour.

-Justice is a little swift
around here, isn't it?

-Martin.

Prepare a firing squad.

-What are we gonna do?

-We're gonna have to freelance
some kind of plan.

-What?

-Well, that's usually
Hannibal's end

of the stick, but--

that chopper has gotta be the
only way out of here.

-Forget about the chopper,
we haven't got a pilot.

-Don't matter.

I'll walk before I fly.

Hannibal.

Look.

It's a bunch of gasoline drums
next to an ammo dump.

-That's what it is.

Now that wasn't very
bright, was it?

You think we could puncture
a hole in one of

them and leak a little?

-Maybe.

-Come on.

-Uh, now, we've only got an
hour, because Rashaam's

putting us in front
of a firing squad.

But I've got a plan.

Now if it's gonna work, I
have to get shot first.

-Get up.

-What're you gonna do?

-What the Pentagon's
paying us for.

Be creative.

-I said get up!

It'll do.

-Here he comes.

-You ready to confess?

-I already gave you my answer.

We're Americans.

We've got nothing to confess.

-Then you're ready to die.

-Well, nobody's ever
really ready, but--

it kind of comes with
the territory.

Let's go.

-You.

-Me?

-Hey, listen, dirtball.

I'm in command, here.

And in keeping with military
tradition, I get to go first.

-Take him away.

Your turn will come later.

-No no no, wait wait
wait guys.

Let's talk about this.

I'm not really with
these guys!

-Get

going, B.A. -Here.

You take this.

When I throw one of these smoke
flares, you run like a

rabbit and don't look back.

-All ready, sir.

-Look, I tell you, you
got the wrong guy.

-Place him on his mark.

-You know, that other fella, he
loves that kind of thing.

You're gonna hear from my
senator about this.

-OK.

-Wait--

wait a minute.

No--

no last cigarette?

Huh?

Aw, come on.

Just a cigarette?

-Give him a cigarette.

-Thanks.

Ah.

My brand.

Oh, that's good.

You know, you check the Geneva
Convention, and I'll bet

there's all kinds of stuff we're
missing here, you know?

What about a special meal
for the condemned man?

I didn't get that.

No last requests.

Not a one.

-OK, B.A. Get their attention.

-Hey, man!

Hey, you can't do this!

I'm gonna make you pay!

You can't get away
with this here!

-Proceed.

-Prepare to fire!

Take aim!

Fire!

-Stop!

The prisoner!

-Now don't get too close.

Get her in the chopper,
general.

Face!

Get in!

Face!

Face!

-B.A, will you get in?

-No, I ain't gonna fly.

-Is he kidding?

-He's afraid to fly.

-Didn't know you had
it in you, general.

-I've been waiting a
long time for that.

-Get this bird up, Murdock.

-Here you go, colonel!

-Over here!

-He's over there!

-A-Team escapes again.

Not a bad headline, huh?

-Thanks, Amy.

-Hey, man, I don't know why
everybody getting a big thrill

about reading your name
in the paper.

I thought we supposed to be
a low-profile outfit.

-B.A, if everyone thinks we're
still in prison, no one's

going to try to hire us.

A little advertising, just
to let people know

we're still out there.

-Hey, man, if people know we on
the street, Colonel Lynch

know we on the street.

He already caught us once.

We getting pretty sloppy
around here.

-Come on, B.A. Just take
a minute to try

and relax and enjoy.

We got out of Borneo alive.

-Yeah, we did, didn't we.

-Barely.

-You guys can relax later.

I gotta get back to bozo
barracks for my

self-realization class.

I've been practicing my psychic
image, my self-esteem,

and a little bit of that I'm
OK, you're OK stuff.

-You ain't even close
to being OK.

-Oh, thanks, B.A. An honest
friend is indeed a friend to

the end.

-OK, let's get Murdock home.

It's OK, B.A. It'll take Lynch
at least a couple of weeks to

get on our trail again.

-I don't get this at all.

It takes me 10 years to capture
the A-Team, it gets

kicked upstairs by a couple
of guys I don't even know.

And not only that, the
Pentagon disavows any

knowledge of Mr. Perry
and Major Briggs.

And I have to read it in the
paper that the A-Team is back

on the streets.

It'll take me months
to pick up on--

hey.

Hey, go!

Go, go!

Go!

-Weeks, huh?