Yeow!
(laughter)
(gun clicks)
(laughter)
Next time amigo.
Finished.
(laughter)
(dogs gowling)
(dogs whimpering)
(A Team theme music)
(tracking device beeping)
(engine revving)
(police sirens wailing)
(Bosco laughing)
- Where's my girl? - Fool.
Oh she's cool man. She in there.
She's still fine as hell. So that's it?
Badda Bing. You out of the game.
- Done with the whole trade? - Yeah.
Well that's the whole problem Bosco. You either keep doing that
or you can do a fifteen year bid in the Mexican prison
with Chito's cousin and them. Same old shit.
You choose how to flush the toilet brother. That's right.
Easy way or the hard way (knuckles cracking)
(glass smashing)
(kung fu noise)
(glass smashing)
Watch yourself B.A now. You gonna lose your order of spin here.
(knuckles cracking)
What's up girl? You miss me?
'Cause I missed you. I did.
It's been too long baby. Way too long.
Heck of a place. Just a heck of a beautiful place.
Is this a time share? I'd love to get in on this.
I like this whole Santa Fe motif you've got going here Rico.
Very Arizona, very Tex Mex. It's good.
Maybe we can get the guy in my six to whip up a couple quesadillas you know.
Americano, Gringo Army intelligence.
- Who's that? - You man.
- Not so intelligent because you're stuck in some tires man. - I'm happy. I'm happy.
It doesn't get any better than this right?
I'm living the dream. (laughter)
You're think you're going to come here... (starts speaking Mexican)
Well fist of all, she's so hot and uh...
we both hate you so that's just sort of how...
(punch landing)
Good Morning!
Now it's a party! Is that your best shot?
Now it's a party!
(rap music playing on stereo)
Whoa!
- Oh, hell no. - Slide over... slowly.
You jackin' me? What is this?
Opposite day?
I'm not a thief but if I don't reach my friend in time,
then he dies.
If you ain't a thief I guarantee you ain't a killer.
(gun cocks)
Take your left hand off the wheel, and your right hand off the shifter.
- Now. - You ain't gonna shoot me in the head pops.
You know that ain't happenin'.
(gun fires) (Bosco yells in pain)
What the hell's wrong with you man? You shoot a total stranger?
I don't even know you fool. Damn!
Oh it will heal I promise.
Here wrap it in this.
I know how to make a tourniquet fool.
I know it hurts but I had to make a point with you.
That ain't what's pissin' me off.
You shooting my van that's what's pissing me off man.
What's wrong with you? (Bosco wincing in pain)
- You Army Ranger son? - Be real careful what you say next Pops.
You be ready to empty that burner if you start shit talkin' my battalion.
- Colonel Hanibal Smith. 75th Ranger Regiment. - 4th Battallion. Fort Bean, Georgia.
I know who you are sir. Corporal B.A. Baracus.
I mean the words out. Dishonorable discharge For some bullshit.
I don't subscribe to coincidence Corporal.
I believe that no matter how random things might appear,
there still a plan.
Out here in the middle of the Mexican desert, when I need it the most.
I find a fellow Ranger.
Now I need your help to save another.
(PDA beeps) (over PDA) Your rescue is on the way.
Your rescue is coming? We fed him to the rotweillers
about an hour ago.
Do you realize that you actually believe that you got me.
You actually think you're going to kill me.
- Can you drive? - Better than anybody you've ever seen sir.
In two minutes I'm going to be having a cold beer.
And you will be on fire. Take care my friend.
Alpha, Mike...
Foxtrot.
Think about it.
Adios! Mother Fu...
(engine revving) (gate smashing)
(choking) Hannibal. (gunfire)
What are you doing?
Get in.
B.A. Move!
(Faceman) This is bullshit!
(screaming in Mexican)
Please stop, please stop, ow! Please stop.
(crash)
How's your day going?
This is not gonna taste good.
(vomits)
(passionate maoaning)
Oh baby, I just threw up. Let me get some gum.
Did you see that? Did you see Tuco's face?
When you came over that was unbelievable!
- How many times did I say it? - I mean your timing was perfect.
- How many times did I say it Face?
I told you to take down Tuco alone.
You know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't have the Hannibal Smith "How To" manual.
- I had to move. - That move snowballed, Face.
You almost got yourself killed.
You almost got me killed.
You almost got him killed.
Thank you Peck.
Baracus. It's all good.
I was trying to save her.
Save her?
Yeah.
Save her?
Yeah.
How?
Please do share with us your plan Face.
Okay, I hadn't thought about that yet.
Exactly. I had to.
- Pike. - Boss.
- Still trampling the same dirt? - I am unfortunately.
- So what have you got for me? - I've got a fast bird doin' pizza runs.
- Call sign it Hatchet. - Hatchet?
This is yours. And your pilot, if you want to call him that is somewhere inside.
- Be careful boss. - I owe you one.
- Okay, let's not wait to brag though. - (Baracus) Three years.
How am I going to leave my girl like this? After all that I had to fight to get her back.
Leave the keys and we'll come back for her.
Find a treatment room Corporal. Make it quick.
I'm going to find our pilot.
Oh hey doc. You got a second for a wounded vet?
Hardly that great of a combat pilot. You ask him, he thinks he's the best in the world.
But he's a functioning lunatic.
Last week he tried to escape by jump starting an ambulance.
My kind of guy.
- It almost hit your tattoo there. - (nurse) Has anybody seen Mr.. Murdock?
The old Ranger tatt.
Would you think I was crazy if I told you I had one of these?
- Stuck on two eyes man. - Mr.. Murdock?
Not while I'm operating nurse.
- Not now. - Why are you off the ward?
Is that gas? Is that you?
- I smell gas. - What do you mean ward?
- This man is a patient here. - Don't listen to her, she's crazy.
- Honestly, I am practicing doctor at John Hopkins... - Is he actually working on you?
- You asked him to do a lightning bolt? - I didn't ask for no lightning bolt.
What's wrong with this fool?
- You're on fire man. - What? What's that?
- (laughter) You Rangers are awesome. - Are you crazy?!
Hey!... Hey! Come on!
Back off!
Back off! This is a hospital.
- Everybody's met Mr. Murdock. - Met him? He lit my arm on fire.
- He stitched a lightning bolt in mine man. - Look at me son.
I'm told you're a hell of a chopper pilot.
- The best sir. - I'm not getting on a chopper with this nut job.
- That's a good... is he another one of your projects? - I'm a real soldier
- I'm a Ranger baby! - I'm worried!
- I'm a Ranger sir. - That's good enough for me.
You've been released into our care and reinstated... Captain.
Thank you sir.
Let's get the hell out of here.
You gorgeous old rust bucket you, did you miss your daddy?
Face, what's the most important part of a well oiled plan?
To be one step ahead of the enemy. Not be running away from him.
- Who say's we're running away? - What. We're going to go in this dinosaur with this freak show?
(Murdock singing) You spin me right round baby right round...
- Rotors are good sir. - Who is this guy?
- Come on let's go. - Murdock, get this thing in the air.
Hold on boys! I'm goin' to try something I saw in a cartoon once.
What are you talking about cartoons for? Get us the hell out of here!
We got a hot chopper to the six!
(gunfire)
I'm awesome boys! I'm awesome!
Oh heads up!
(soft music playing)
(loud crash) - Ahhhhhhhhh!!
- (Tuco) I see you gringo. - You pancaked my van!
- I'm going to kill you fool. - You, you can't park there that's a handicapped zone.
- I knew you were crazy! I knew you were crazy! - This is a mistake
(machine gun)
Fire! Fire! Fire!!
(machine gun)
Low man's cut!
(all yelling)
I've never done this before.
- Did you see that?! - Did you see how he turned the helicopter?
(rocket's firing)
- You got to love some good air to air combat hey boys? - Don't look at me look out there!
- He's only got heat seekers left! - Captain, get us out of here!
Hold on this could get ugly. Here we go.
Come on... come on baby, climb.
(all yelling)Whoo hoo hoo hoo!
- Fire the missiles! - Whoah! missiles.
Come on. That's how we deal with heat seekers chaps!
We go cold. (explosion)
(all yelling)
Face, get him in here!
- Ahhhhh!!!! - Oh shit!... Oh shit!!
- Get a hold!! - Restart... restart...
(helicopter starts)Whoo hooo!!!
Close the door! I know you're Airborn Rangers but that was ridiculous!
You're going to be okay.
Boss, the idea's to kill Tuco, not the other way around!
One step ahead of the game isn't the plan kid.
Two to three steps ahead.
Beating an enemies move before it's even made. That's a plan.
Hatchet, Hatchet. Lock on my LC.
General Tuco, you are currently engaged in unauthorized
warfare on United States military personnel.
No no no no no no. You engaged me!
Repeat! You are engaged in unauthorized warfare
on United States military personnel.
Over United States air space.
- What? - Alpha, Mike...
Foxtrot!!
In other words... Adios! Mother Fu... !!
(missiles firing) (explosion)
(all cheering)
- Well done Captain. - That was awesome!
- That wasn't awesome! - You are a genius!
- I'm never flying again that's it. - Oh! I never should have doubted you boss!
There's a plan in everything kid.
And I love it when a plan comes together.
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(indistinct address over pa)
Dung batter cooking nothing like it.
(flame bursting)
Face, you want it napalmed or nuked?
Oh nuke it... nuke it!
Murdock, burn the hell out of that thing. (flame bursts)
- Like it was damned. - Burn the whole place down buddy.
- You want secret sauce? - No no no no no not antifreeze.
The secret sauce? You crazy, everybody knows.
No one can do an antifreeze marinade like you can Murdock.
But, I got a little bells palsy the last time I ate that.
It's only partial paralysis. Come on, take it like a man.
Yes sir, having that conversation right now I've got it well in hand sir.
I don't think you want me to be in the field partially paralyzed bud.
Visitors...
Yeah...
Wow. I'm a little taken back I'm not going to lie.
- Lieutenant... - Oh I'm sorry am I supposed to call you Lieutenant back?
- No, you're supposed to call me Captain. - Captain... Captain?
- That's right. - Captain Crust. Look at you.
Wow! So I guess you said no to the kids, no to the family.
- Just no ladder you can't climb huh? - No honey, I just said no to you.
Hello my name's Percy Would you like some pork?
If I broke every bone in your hand could you still do that?
This is crazy, three years. We haven't seen each other for three years.. this is what we're going to talk about?
What would you like to discuss?
- Did you take my Steely Dan CD? - I'm not even going to respond to that.
We listened to it like nine times in a row,
we were drinking that crappy Cabernet remember that?
We were doing something else... what were we doing?
Do you remember what it was we were doing?
It was in a bedroom... you don't remember?
The only thing I remember is leaving.
Which is... my fondest memory of you.
You guys are the best. Stay out of trouble.
- You hear me? - Take care.
Keep that on. (slapping helmet)
(helicopter overhead)
Colonel, my name is Lynch, I'm with Central Intelligence.
I knew a company man named Lynch back in the first Desert Storm.
Yeah, I come from a long line of Lynches.
You ever stop to consider maybe the reason nobody trusts the CIA
is because nobody knows your real names?
What can I do for you Mr. Lynch?
I need you to help me stop Saddam's former flunkies
from stealing over a billion dollars in the next thirty hours.
Now the only mint outside of the US capable of printing our money,
belonged to the Shah of Iran. During the Iran/Iraq war, it went missing.
Rumor was Saddam had stolen it.
And we stole it back during Desert Storm.
Well we didn't get the engravement plates.
That didn't matter. They would have had to rebuild the mint just to print those bills.
Well sir, that's happening as we speak.
Thadine thugs have seized what's left
of the Iraqi national mint to run off billions of dollars,
in unbacked American currency.
How are they planning on moving the plates and a billion dollars out of Baghdad?
Armored convoy, manned with former... Iraqi spec ops.
- Yeah. - High speed shoot to kill types.
So how do you plan on stopping them?
Listen... there's some rumors about some top secret plates
being smuggled out of the city by Saddam loyalists.
Do you know anything about this?
Seriously, if you're going to make a play for these plates I'm waving you off right now.
Because it's my responsibility and it's my ass.
I'm serious... Face? I'm court marshalling you.
Ooh... okay.
Hey! Get the memo.
Tell your beloved Colonel Smith.
And stay the hell out of Baghdad.
You know... you never came back. I thought you were going to come back.
Well, this is me... coming back.
(strums guitar) (both sing El Diablo)
You think those clowns could really pull this off?
Listen, listen I would never tell him this
but they are the best damn section unit in the four branches.
- And they specialize in the ridiculous. - (singing) Diablo!
I'm getting the rest of them. Do not let them out of your sight!
- Doesn't Diablo mean devil? - Yeah man!
God damn it Hannibal, what do you want me to do?
If this were my operation and you wanted it, you'd have the mission.
You let Black Forest deploy on this and it's an international incident
I promise you. They're not soldiers... They're frat boys with trigger fingers.
- Who's running the ground team? - Brad Pike.
Pike? He's a thug... he's a cartoon character, come on!
Hannibal we have been ordered. Ordered, mind you,
to stay out of Baghdad. Cut, dried, the end.
General, we should find him a little wiggle room. Don't you think?
You know, I knew another Lynch CIA stooge.
Stationed in Laos '68.
No relation.
Are you sure? Because you remind me of him.
I'm due in Kabul in a few hours.
Back here in 48 assuming we're green and go.
Notify me otherwise.
He's wearing body armour in the HQ.
And that should tell you everything you need to know about the CIA.
(helicopter overhead) (indistinct address over pa)
I want you to know this is not about you losing a step Hal.
Hey, hey! I'm ten times the man I was when you met me.
- And twice as fast. - Uh huh
Russ, the boys and I can get this done minus the bloodshed.
Those plates can do all kinds of damage.
- Don't make me beg. - I'd hate to se you beg Hal.
You've been my friend for a long time.
More importantly you and those boys have
possibly been the most valuable military asset
I have ever had at my disposal.
Now... you asked me not to make you beg.
Right now I'm begging you.
Hannibal... please...
Let this one go.
Listen BA, we're extending our stay a little bit.
We're going back into Baghdad.
I thought we was ordered to stay out of Baghdad?
- That's true but I'm... - Smith.
Pike.
I understand you and your grunts are now stealing my gigs. I don't like that.
I figured you Black Forest guys would be busy installing a dictatorship or
overthrowing a democracy somewhere. (pike laughing)
It's still the weekend yet. That's nine to five stuff... Pops.
Look at you clowns you're not soldiers.
You're assassins in polo shirts. (BA laughing)
We make in a week what you guys make in a year.
Cash don't buy guts kid...
or brains.
And you're short on both.
This is Morrison's base. Bug out of my op.
(indistinct chatter)I'm telling you, there's a reason she came back.
Face, I told you forget about her.
- The level of ambition on this woman... - I ain't stepping foot in any type of aircraft Hannibal.
No gliders... paper planes ultralights.
- Are you ever going to let me live that down? - No
Mexico was a long time ago and I saved your life.
How about thanking me for not whooping your ass at that hospital.
I was an Airborn Ranger until I met you.
- And you chickened out just like... (imitates chicken) - 263 jumps.
- Just a thank you would have been nice. - And one helicopter ride with you screws it up.
- Airborn Ranger with a fear of flying... like a punk. - B.A., for the last time.
Nobody leaves the truck once we take it over.
Okay?
Staging, movement, action plan.
And here's a nice read for you.
Aw, hell yeah Hannibal, this is it right here.
This is bat shit insane.
- It's perfect. - I don't man... this is beyond nuts boss.
It gets better.
(Hannibal narrating)
BA, you'll need a piece of contoured metal to make a skid plate.
- Let's go fool. - Murdock, we'll need a car battery too.
See if the boys at Black Forest can help us out.
Press credentials... we need them.
Hit the media tent. See what's lying around.
Oy, my friend. I see you've put the South African microphone at the bottom.
You can't always put the CNN on top.
There's two mike stands you gotta make sure there's someone...
Murdock, we need a news camera.
See what you can do.
Hi sorry, uh... sorry oh... sorry... (laughter) sorry.
Hello I'm... I'm in love with you. (laughter)
Listen.. we're doing preliminary cov... of what are we talking about?...
the pullout! (laughing)
We're going to need airbags. Lots of them.
(speaking arabic) - Le Monde.
Oh, you're French...
(whispering in French)
- (over radio) Hello this is General Parker I need... - It's for you.
You can call an air strike on yourself.
- We're good mate... meet you back there. - No, okay I think we need to get back to the...
I think you need to understand what I'm telling you right now.
BA we're going to need a magnet.
Yeah!!
A powerful one.
Have you ever seen Blue Man group?
I'll pick up the rest.
(grinding)
(various pick up lines in French)
I'm just going to go for it.
Ooh la la.
(as William Wallace) What would you give for one chance,
to come back here and tell our enemies,
that they may take our lives but they'll never take...
our freedom!! (all laughing)
Ready to go downtown? Good luck.
Give 'em hell.
General Morrison... where is Hannibal Smith?
They go mobile in three hours.
The plates...
and over a billion dollars will be loaded in the back of a semi at the mint.
They're over land for exactly 4.6 miles before they reach the bridge.
(radio chatter)
That's our window and it closes fast.
These guys will go weapons hot at the first whisper of trouble.
(machine gun fire)
Face, your point of entry is under the hotel.
It will be packed with foreign press and private security.
BA, you're in this alleyway with a stopwatch.
- Make sure the bike is V twins or better. -I got something a whole lot better.
What about me boss man?
I had a little helicopter here someplace. (BA crushing toy helicopter)
You got some battle rolls... some mid air stalls?
I'm looking for my next near death experience.
Only on support this time Captain. But I'll get you in on th next one... I promise.
BA, I need you to pop that clutch at 06:30.
Is that me? Oh no I forgot I'm in an Iraqi sewer. Thanks boss!
Timing... is everything Face.
This is all about the bulls-eyes.
(magnet fastens)
Why not?
Under the semi, you will take out the truck directly behind you.
(tire spikes grinding)
(men yelling)
(explosion)
Now these guys are going to be on to you Face. BA that's your cue for throttle.
Be sure to look both ways before crossing.
And have a nice full tank of gas.
(explosion)
There will be multiple hostiles on board BA.
Escort them from the premises.
If any stragglers sneak up behind don't worry, I got your back.
Got ya kid!
That's all fine in theory but I still don't see how we get out of Baghdad.
I do.
- BA! Hang a right. - All right, hang on!
- Watch out, watch out. - Heads down.
Nice one BA! (BA laughing)
Face, get the airbags!
Got to make sure this thing stays locked for later.
Beautiful.
One... two... three.
Hey boss! The airbags do deploy on impact right?
BA get in the container!
Contact rear! (gunfire)
(tire explodes)
Okay this is the part of the plan I don't trust.
Don't worry Face, the ropes will hold.
If I was worried I'd be nailing myself to the container right now.
Hang on boys!
(Face screaming)
(large splash)
(mini-gun firing)
Come on I smoked you! Did you boys see that down there?
- Colonel! - What is that fool doing here? Don't lock me in here.
Hey boss, you ever play that game at the fun fair where you try to pick up a stuffed animal with the claw?
- This is a lot like that. - Taking!
Did you lock this?! You locked me in here!
- Would you... are you listening?! - I got you.
- I'm going to kill you fool! - Boss... is that Bosco?
- Get me out of here!!! - Oh that's not good... he is not happy.
- Boss... we are in the net. - Copy that.
I will be there in five I've got a big bottle of blue label waiting.
A bottle?... Make it a case. See you in a few.
- Who's going to let him out? - (both) You!
What you don't realize is... now I got to kill all y'all.
I'll kill all y'all!!! (pounding on container)
Boss, maybe... let me try something.
Go for it.
Is it weird that I'm more scared now than what we just did?
- Bosco... it's Murdock. - Murdock open this door!! (pounding)
I'll make you some of that coconut curry tapenade that you love.
Ooh that might work.
- With toast points? - Well hell yeah with toast points.
You thought we were going to have that with plain old chips?
- You tricked me! - There he is...
- Come on! - Get away from me man!
My arteries just about... you should know better! You know I hate flying.
I'm sweating! I stink! And I can't spend none of that money.
- Money can't buy happiness. - Damn man!
Hey Murdock, you cook it tonight! You better get your apron on.
I love it when a plan comes together.
(explosion)
- Hannibal, who was that?! - Was that the General?!
General! Ross?!
My God.
Pike.
Contact rear! (gunfire)
(container explodes)
After conferring, we've decided to demote you to the rank of first lieutenant.
Lieutenant Sosa, it's nothing personal but you lost those plates.
- Those were your responsibility. - Consider yourself lucky, others are going to
- prison over this. - Good day Director MacReady. Lieutenant, you're dismissed.
Colonel Smith, this court has been unable to recover any direct order from General Morrison,
for you to conduct the mission for which you're being tried.
Your Honor this was a covert operation and no official orders were given.
So the one individual who could verify the legitimacy of this operation is deceased. Is that correct Colonel?
No Your Honor, not deceased.
General Morrison was murdered. -Colonel, I've been on a long time
seen units like yours they're outlaws
units like that pose a direct threat to the fabric and fundamentals of our military.
Your Honor, why hasn't Black Forest been brought to trial?
Black Forrest and its personnel are not subject to military jurisdiction.
Where's the plan boss? Where's the escape package?
This mission isn't over Lieutenant.
I'll clear our names. We find Pike and the plates.
No matter what.
Your Honors, these men were acting under my command.
Any judgment should be levied against me and me alone.
Absolutely not sir, we were all participating in this operation willingly.
- I don't want to be tried separately. - I refuse to be tried separately sir.
In accordance with the uniform code of military justice
this court is rendering guilty verdicts for each member of this Alpha unit.
Or 'A-Team'.
And mandating incarceration in separate maximum security facilities
for a period of up to ten years. You are all hereby stripped of formal rank.
and dishonorably discharged.
- This is bullshit man. - This session is adjourned.
- At Black Forest what... ? - You disgraced me.
- Absolute disgrace! - Are you happy?
- Colonel, control your men! - Get your hands off me!
Well hello Mr. Lynch. Long time.
You look very relaxed Lynch. A lot of cameras in here.
Yeah there are. Yeah well, they seem to be having some technical issues at the moment.
I may not show up until playback. Hannibal, can I call you Hannibal?
Can't call you Colonel any more.
Six months been waiting for you.
Bust out of here and round up the rest of the Backstreet Boys and lead me to those plates.
Six months and not a peep.
Everybody thought you and your team were working with Pike.
Everybody except you. Pike murdered Morrison.
Set me and my boys up and stole those plates.
And I know where he is.
Nobody knows where he is.
There's a single image of him. Taken about a month ago somewhere in Europe.
We think it's a grab from the CCTV camera.
Frankfurt, Germany.
(snickering)- How did you get that in here? - Time, Lynch.
Give me a minute, I'm good. If I've got an hour, I'm great.
You give me six months, I'm unbeatable.
I know Pike, who's the Arab?
We don't know.
We think he's the 'Deep Dark'. Hidden hand in this whole thing.
Maybe a broker, maybe a buyer.
Lynch, we have common enemies and you have limited choices.
My team is still your best shot at getting those plates back.
- I wouldn't be so sure? - Then why did you make the long drive out here?
You and your boys at Langley want your own private printing press.
That's about as deep as your patriotism goes.
So what would you need from me?
I swore to my team that I would clear our names.
You of all people must understand the value of a name.
Listen, I want full reinstatement and clean records for myself, and my team.
I can't get you out here. Not legally at least.
This is something the boys in Langley do very very well.
Make sure the dosage is right.
And when I say right I mean perfect.
Cuban... what a shame.
You are not... permitted... in... my... dojo!!!
So, Satan walks into this bar.
Wait a minute what's this? A lap pool? A dry steam room?
Yeah. It will go a long way with the boys.
How in the hell do you pull this off?
- It's not who you know Bob, it's how you know them. - Oh, did your boy get back from Afghanistan?
Yeah thanks for getting him home. His mother and I are real grateful.
- Captain... - Hey
(whispering) You left something on the bed.
- You could have hid those. - Why would I want to do that?
(whispering) Drive me crazy. I'll see you at eight.
- Hey LT thanks for the boots. - Ah come on, it's my pleasure baby.
Smith has escaped Lieutenant.
Let me go after him.
Smith and his team are working with Brock Pike and Black Forest.
I can get those plates back for you sir.
You know I can.
Holler what? Holler who?
(door closes)
Hey, hey! Let me out!
Hey, hey hey!!!
You are... really tanned.
Seal that up nobody goes in there.
Log in pages from day in question have been removed.
- Why does that not surprise me? - Torn out.
The cigar was in the spine of that book.
- Wow, subtle. - Now, get this.
Now, this is surveillance from all around the prisoner right?
Now what you're watching is a signal jammer this is high tech stuff.
It sends a jamming signal in front of every camera every time we might get a glimpse of him.
We see nothing. Nobody knows who he is.
Which begs a bigger question. Did the CIA visit Smith in prison?
it sounds kind of crazy but I think the CIA broke him out.
- Who put us on? - The same guy who put us on in Baghdad.
Lynch, CIA.
What are we talking about? Clean records? Reinstatements?
- All of the above. - What about Pike? And the plates.
Payback.
- I take it you didn't get religion inside. - No, I got revenge.
Good.
I know a couple guys that will feel the exact same way.
I'm counting on it.
Emergency exit now... Hannibal.
Baracus! Don't do it!
Where's he going?
Baracus, god damn it! (gunfire)
- Sosa. - Baracus and Peck are already gone.
- What? - Murdock is the only one left, and he's in Germany.
(clippers buzzing)
How did you know that once that door was extracted that it would take his weight.
- I just did, he's you know he's what 225... 230lbs? - 230 yeah.
Do you remember the gag we did in...
- Venezuela seven years ago? - Venezuela yeah, yeah yes.
But that was a midget.
- There he is. - He's back.
- It's good to be back man. - My man.
- It's good to see you brother. - You too bro, you too.
- Thanks man. - You're welcome.
Good to see you guys.
- What? - Where's the mohawk?
What? You don't like my new do man?
Do I like it? We got you the clippers, I thought...
Yeah I used them.
Hey, what's up big guy?
Come on, you can speak to us.
You guy's, hmm...
I can't kill anybody.
- What do you mean? - I've taken a vow.
- Vow? - I'll still do things with you guys. You know that.
But I just can't kill man. Old habits may die hard but,
they still gotta die.
When I was a kid, all you'd hear in the 'hood was...
Bosco's a bad ass out collecting scalps.
That's where the mohawk came from.
- I was always at war. - That's what warriors are for.
I don't know man. I don't miss that life.
I'll help you get Murdock right there ain't a problem, but...
- I can't kill. - Even Pike?
- Even if killing him would clear your name? -My conscience is the only thing I need.
Now, where is that crazy ass fool?
Hey Murdock, you got a package from Annabelle Smith.
Wow it's so real.
I now knight you... sir you have to put your head down. Stand up and do it again.
When you kneel put your head down straight away.
Looking me in the eye is disrespectful you understand?
Movie, movie...
You're looking me in the eye now, that's wrong.
(all chanting) Movie, movie, movie. Movie, movie, movie.
Movie shit.
- Excuse me, can I help you with something? --Yes, Captain Murdock. Where is he?
- Right through there. - Thank you.
El Diablo...
Okay, (hushing), settle down. No talking during the movie.
(silencing)
Captain Murdock. You remember me? From Baghdad.
(incoherent babbling)
- Okay this is pointless, this guy is fried. - Yeah, there's a reason why he's here.
And his entire team has escaped except, him.
(original theme from the A-Team) - Movie!
Take a look around anyway just to make sure he's alone.
(crashing)
(all cheering)
- Oh Captain! Your chariot awaits. - Sorry boys, gotta run.
Can't finish the movie. Do let me know how it ends.
Charisa where are you hiding? Stay beautiful baby.
Get the truck! (gunfire)
- These guys are shooting at us! - I can see these bullets in 3D!
- Get in here! - It's like we're actually being shot at!
You are getting shot at you crazy ass fool.
- Stop right there! - Ram it!
Hey! I said halt! (crashing)
Yaa whoo hoo hoo! (all cheering)
Damn! Sorry dude.
- It looks like they're heading for the tarmac. - Lets go, let's go, let's go.
- Gentlemen. - Holy shit!
Are any of you armed and/or wanted federal fugitives?
- No. - Well we're both, which means.
- You're taking the plane? - And that's why I joined the army.
- Man up and get in there! - Best and brightest, appreciate it boys that will be all.
- Anyone got the keys? I just need the keys. - What! What? What you talking about keys?
- I do need keys. - For what? This is a bad idea.
We just broke this guy out of the psych ward.
- Hannibal, you let the real pilots go? - BA relax, you're going to be fine.
- Here take one of these. -Will they knock me out?
They better knock me out.
- Cause if they don't I'm gonna knock you out. - Bosco, the buttons are confusing me I don't...
- Shut up Murdock! - Come on Murdock, let's go.
- I'm turning myself in. - Come on, come on Murdock.
I got lucky.
Hang on boys.
Stop.
- Face, your girlfriend's back. - Reverse now.
Move your ass!
- The C130 vs. the Mercedes Benz. - Take us off Murdock.
- Faster! - I've got it pinned!
(Murdock singing El Diablo)
Holy! (all screaming)
Whoo hoo... whooooo.
Get us to flight control.
Ladies and Gentlemen we are expecting slight turbulence, please remain in your seats,
until the captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign.
Don't worry boys! Turbulence has never brought down a plane!
- What the hell is that? - That...
We've got sub swirling UAV's and missile lock!
And they bring down planes all the time.
Okay they're coming in launching counter measures!
(flares bursting)
Did you see that? That's my dialed vision.
Hang on, Hold on! We're going over!
Murdock, what the hell are you doing?
Whooo hoo hoo! You boys remember Mexico?!
Ladies and gentlemen from the flight deck. If you look out of the right hand side of
the aircraft you'll notice that the right wing is on fire.
Tango, re-acquired. Missile lock pending sir.
This is a DCIS Major, do not shoot that aircraft down.
Scramble fighters and force them to land. There are federal fugitives on that plane.
They've also stolen property from the US Army.
Billy, Billy I need to get the O scan view off my monitor right now.
Missile away sir.
We have shoot down. Hercules has been intercepted and destroyed.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- I don't believe it. - Sir we have chute deployment on the Beauford.
What?
I want these drones taken off line right now! Whoever's running these drones... !
- Get me the direct line! Whoever... - We gotta get these drone down, I'm gonna be on bitch duty.
We need to get those men alive!
- Everybody okay? - What are the chances they think we're dead?
(gunfire)
- Not great! - Tell me we ain't still on that plane.
We ain't on that plane.
Hannibal if we're under 20,000 feet we can still breathe right.
- What you talking about 20,000 feet!? - Let's fire up the old weapon system.
Hey Bosco! It's a little stuffy. I'm going to pop a window!
(gunfire)
Yeah! What you got bitches!! What you got!!
(machine gun firing) Yeah!! (laughing)
- Let me at them too Face, come on! - Why are we in a falling can?!!
Because the plane exploded!!
- What? What?!! When? - Recently, the Reaper shot it down.
What Reaper?!
(gunfire)
- The flying ones that are still trying to kill us! - I blame you Hannibal!
- Technically, we're not flying. - I know, we falling fool!
(gunfire)
(explosion)
(Face screaming) Oh Jesus!
UAV2 has splashed down. We just lost one of the drones.
Hannibal, we're in trouble!!
Awesome!
Face, get onto the main gun. There's a lake a half mile away from this position.
- What the hell am I trying to hit?!! - Trust me! Rotate the turret at 82 degrees!
Fire in the hole!
Yeah! Boom!
Fire!
- Is he trying to shoot down that other drone? - No, they're trying to fly that tank.
- (laughing maniacally) He's flying the tank! - You can't fly a tank fool!
Rotate 16 degrees. Fire!
- Rotate 34 degrees. Now! - Hannibal!!
Wait... Fire!!
- Control, we have lost UAV. - Is that a confirmed hit?
Right turn full front and wait!!
- Murdock, close the hatch! - Hatch! Okay!
Come on baby.
- I'm too young to die!! - Boss! I'm aiming at nothing.
- Come on. - It's been an honor gentlemen.
- Come on baby. - The greatest ride is the last ride Colonel.
- Fire everything!! - Come on baby!!
(tank firing)
(all screaming)Come on!!
(polka music) (water splashing)
(dynamite explodes)
(tank fires above) (water splashing)
(tank firing)
(tank splashing)
(laughing)
All right busy bees, busy bees.
Guys you can take your coats off.
It's hot as hell in here. Sweating like a whore in church.
- Sir? - Yeah
Smith and his team were engaged in a C130 over Mannheim, Germany,
by two Reaper drones.
I'm not sure if it's an encryption glitch
but it says that they were shot down in a tank.
NORAD's calling it an exhale but there's an afflicting report.
I'm sure there is.
We got a German housebrau who says she saw a tank
driving up and out of lake Volgelstein with a guy resembling Murdock.
- Excuse me! Which way to Berlin? - Asking for directions to Berlin.
- That's impossible. - Well this will be the second time
Smith has died this week. Is that possible?
What have you got for me?
We just got the unscrambled composite of Smith's visitor in prison.
But with no ID on the subject yet.
Hello handsome.
Wait, I've seen this person before.
I know this guy.
Baghdad.
Get me a clean patch to Langley we're going fishing.
- I heard bits and pieces but... - Sir?
- I have... - I was talking.
Can you stop? I have a D.O.D hardline from Lieutenant Sosa.
She's looking for Agent Lynch.
Yeah, he's not available... ever.
Agent Lynch, from Baghdad?
General Morrison's tent?
Out.
Why do we have her?
She's got a fantastic personality, that's why.
With whom am I speaking?
This is Capt... uh Lieutenant Sosa. Is this Agent Lynch?
- Sorry, I don't have a first name. - Neither do I.
So what can I do you for Lieutenant?
I'm looking at an image of you from the disciplinary barracks of Fort Carson.
She's hot.
Did you visit former Colonel Hannibal Smith in prison?
I don't know what you're talking about former Captain.
Agent Lynch, if you facilitated Smith's escape and are
currently aiding and abetting him...
oh buddy...
If you could make something like that stick,
your next promotion should be in the five star range.
And if you're helping to retrieve those engraving plates,
I'm going to have to go out of my way to disappoint you.
I want her phones, her computers, any support packages she operates.
I want to know everything. I want active intercept ops on everything she's got.
I want every move monitored from this moment forward.
- You realize she's D.O.D? - I don't care if she's G.O.D, do it.
Boss, check this out.
We've tracked this photograph of Pike to the Konigsbank in Frankfurt.
Our surveillance has him and an unknown Arab making regular
trips from the train station to the bank
- all over the last month. - Pikes getting sloppy.
Yeah but if we're on to him what are the odds that Smith and his team
are on to Pike and the Arab too?
This is a direct pull-down from the Pentagon's database.
There's absolutely no way Smith and his team could have this stuff.
I think we should assume they have more information than us at all times.
Pike has been moving the stolen engraving plates to the.
Konigsbank tower in Frankfurt over the past month.
Tomorrow the last of the cases containing these plates will be
transferred to the Arab.
This will mark the only time in the last six months
that all the plates have been in one location.
It's our best and only shot at getting them back.
They leave the Konigsbank tower for the 7:15 train to Zurich.
Gentlemen, we're going to make sure they miss that train.
- Face. - Yeah.
Time to bring in your former flame.
If she's as good as I think then she'll be on her way to Frankfurt
to intercept those plates.
Why would you tip her off?
She's a crusader and we're going to need her at some point.
Keep your eyes and ears open boys. (Sosa's named called over pa)
Now the wrinkle. If Sosa's on to us
we can assume that Lynch is on to her.
And if he thinks she stands between him and those plates,
he won't hesitate to kill her. Face, get to the train station.
This is Sosa. (static)
If there's a threat from Lynch deal with it.
Hello?
Shooter's green, say again... shooter's green.
Hello?
(disconnect signal)
Something's wrong.
We're marked guys, pull back. I don't like this at all.
See, don't be seen. (phone rings)
- Hello beautiful... - You've got some balls you put a drop phone on me?
I had to baby, it's the only way I could talk to you. Lynch has all your comm lines.
- I want you to pull your team now. - I'm going to find you Face.
But do not engage her or anyone else directly.
Not if I find you first.
Oww !! Jesus.
- What the hell are you doing? - Trying to save you.
Charisa, come on you know we're innocent.
- You know this. - You're lying.
- Like you lied in Baghdad. - I did not, no I knew nothing about the plates.
At that... at that time.
You are completely full of shit!
Would you stop selling yourself on that voiding the fact that you lied to me.
- When? - Oh come on, you want to go there?
Okay you heard I was in play and you wanted to play.
- Then I got serious, and you freaked! - Oh I freaked?
- I did not freak! - You panicked, and you ran.
Charisa, come on, I am a federal fugitive, you know exactly how wanted I am.
You think I came to Frankfurt to hash out some old heart break, no.
I'm here because we didn't do this. I'm here because we were set up.
I'm here because in the end the truth is worth the risk.
And I believe in you even if you don't believe in me.
God, I forgot how beautiful you are.
Hold on to that phone.
(gunshots) (screaming)
(speaking German)
Sucker.
- Oh shit, where's Peck. - Excellent question, find him!
(BA humming)
Okay, let's dance... coming down positions, prepare to move.
As always, stay close to me sir.
(smoke gun)
- I can't see anything. - How we doing there big man?
- Murdock, here comes the Arab. - It's a long drive deep into left center field.
Murdock is back, he's at the wall and he makes the catch!
(coughing)
(gun fires)
(gunfire)
BA, I lost the case. I'm taking fire, I'm out of here.
BA, get to those plates.
(gunfire)
(cable snapping) (BA screaming)
(glass shattering)
A bunch of federals responding to explosions and shots fired at the Konigsbank building.
All right get us out of this place and to that building as soon as possible.
(gunfire)
(Ba screams)
(exasperated) Whooo.
You made me work for this one Baracus. I didn't think I was this out of shape.
I am unfortunately. Where's the rest of the team huh?
Smith, Peck, that idiot pilot, the asshole. What's his name?
(BA groans)
I'm gonna take this one out on your ass Baracus, let's see what you got.
- Come on, what are you doing? Are you tired? - I'm not going to hurt you man.
No you're not going to hurt me I'm going to hurt you.
I don't want to kill you man.
You don't want to kill me, you're not going to kill me. I'm going to kill you Baracus.
- I'm not playing with you Pike. - Here we go, 'cause I've got two guns, one is on my left here, remember that, right?
As soon as that hammer goes back, it's on.
- I swear to God I'll do it. - You're not a killer, are you?
Are you?
- Whoopsie. - Damn!
- You all right big fellow? - You're a lifesaver man, I couldn't shoot him.
(tires squealing) (gunfire)
Get out of the way!
- US Military, we got him. - Yeah, this is about the right amount of cops.
That's cute. You're lucky there are people around.
No sweetheart, you're lucky.
All right, not a peep out of the Arab.
Sosa was at the train station.
- You saw her? - Yeah.
- Did you talk to her? - I had no choice okay just...
- trust me on that. - Oh I trust you...
to make historically bad decisions where women are concerned.
What part of you is thinking at the moment?
Well Lynch's men moved in on her and I had to react.
- Please, somehow I doubt that. - Hey, what are you so pissed about?
We got the plates, you wanted her teed up, she's teed up.
She knows we didn't steal them.
She'll be thrilled to find out who did.
- What? - He had to know.
You had to know.
You had to know if you left me alive that this was coming.
How could you not?
Hannibal?
Do you know who this is?
We all do.
- Morrison? - Oh, hell no.
Jesus Christ.
Not so sure that it is a blessing but, good hunting my friend.
- Thank you. - You son of a bitch.
Morrison, holy shit.
Outside, all of you. Outside now!
I knew if Lynch helped me escape, you had to be part of it.
You and Pike were making a play on those plates with Lynch, and you turned on him.
- The way you turned of us. - Lynch was never going to cut us in.
He was going to use us he brought you on as insurance.
You never thought you'd betrayed your oldest living friend?
I just hit first Hannibal. I'm a fighting man.
You're a liar and a traitor.
You knew Morrison was masquerading as the Arab. Why not share that?
- I wasn't one hundred percent sure. - How about ninety nine percent?
Would you think it was worth mentioning then?
Lynch, what did you think? Did you think I would just kill him on the spot?
Well I was certain of it I still am.
- Do you have the plates? - I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't.
Smith, return the plates, kill Morrison and reclaim your lives.
I want signed and authorized Amnesty agreements for myself
and for each of my men,
from the White House, the State Department and the joint Chiefs of Staff.
You hear me?
- Well I'm going to need a little more time. - How much?
- Give me five minutes. - I'm waiting.
I saw your tomb at Arlington.
You died a National hero.
Death is too easy.
- And the last thing we need is another lie. - Don't do this, Hannibal please.
- You owe me that much. - You owe me!
You're going to tell them we're innocent. (whispering) You owe me.
Hannibal, it's meaningless what are you fighting for now?
You and those boys.
Your rank, your reputation. They're shit!
You're convicts, plates or no plates you're federal fugitives.
And when they're done with you Hannibal, they'll just burn you.
Zulu 1 Zulu, 1 this is broadsword you are clear to engage.
Broadsword? Did you come up with that? That's awesome.
Boss could you do that?
To us What Morrison did?
No, I'd rather Face a firing squad than betray you boys.
Yeah but you didn't see it coming though.
No I... I didn't see it coming.
Move!
(explosion)
Wow, that's awesome.
That looks exactly like Call of Duty doesn't it.
All right here's the deal, no press release keep local law enforcement and media off site.
Get a three mile quarantine dead over the no fly zone.
Get me an agency scrub team out there and (singing) get me the God damn plates back.
The German police have your entire team in custody in Konigsbank Tower.
I don't do teams babe, that's Smith's bag. I'm strictly a solo act.
I like to travel light. Stuff like uh... loyalty doesn't fit in the overhead bins.
I thought you and Smith were working together.
You thought wrong.
Yes we have weapons. No, you may not wand us.
You want a deal? I'll make you a deal.
How about I dedicate my immediate future
- to destroying yours? - How about you get smart
and start dealing before somebody else does.
Former Captain. Whoa, whoa whoa.
Unless you've got a piece of paper that looks exactly like this one,
then this troubled young loner belongs to me.
Let's go.
How the hell did they get an extradition order?
Sorry Pike, at least with me there are rules.
The CIA's got rules. Our rules are just cooler than yours.
Go.
You know Lynch, if I could seal this room with you inside,
I'd be doing the world a big favor.
That's not nice.
- Answer me. - Stay close to the fires boys.
If that gun ship is still around it won't read our body heat.
Idiot Lynch, was so quick to kill us didn't bother locating the plates.
Where do we stand in non violence now BA?
Are you pissed? You should be.
Who gives a shit about the plates? Morrison was the only way to clear us,
and without Morrison, we got nothing.
- What do we do boss? - I don't know Murdock.
- I don't know. - I do.
This guy Lynch, I think I've got him figured out.
- You got a plan kid? - How do we get out of here?
Give me twenty minutes.
So Morrison's dead Smith and his team are dead.
Another fifteen minutes or so we'll locate those engraving plates.
- This is you gloating? - No this is me beating you.
After you burned me. We had a deal, remember?
- Not you and me. - You, me and Morrison.
- Not you and me directly. - And you two collude and cut me out?
- Hey, what are you doing? - Are we going to do this in the car?
- He's going to do it? - Way to go, that's brilliant right there.
- What are you doing? What is he doing? - How's it going Kyle, are you all right?
- I'm good. - Brother you are far from good.
What are you doing?
It's a suppressor counter clockwise.
You're holding a gun like that? You've held a gun like that before
and you're still here? That's amazing.
Jesus, hey, final request don't let this guy shoot me please.
- So if Sosa knows we're alive. - She'll think Morrison's alive too.
Let's just hope that Lynch still has Sosa's comm line.
- This is Sosa. - General Morrison is in my possession.
What? I'm sorry I can't hear you who is this?
- Okay this was not well thought out. - No shit?
I mean I gotta teach you how to kill me hey, do me a favor all right?
- Put the barrel, put the gun flush to my head. - Are you sure?
- There you go, right there. - Is that going to go right through?
We're okay.
Never cuff a man ia a seated position with his hands behind his back
makes it impossible to see the hands.
- That was cool. - You liked that?
Oh I liked that, I liked that a lot. Are you all right, you idiot?
- Yeah it was a good hit. - Please handcuff him.
We don't need to use them again we don't need the cuffs.
Who are you talking to?
Brad, phone or gun phone or gun, pick.
- Put the gun down. - Hey, I didn't burn you, Morrison did.
- I really want to shoot you. - You've got to hear this sir.
- Is this Smith? - I'm a former Colonel to a former Captain.
I know I've got about thirty seconds before you lock this signal.
So listen, we can prove our innocence.
Okay now go back to.. did you say you have Morrison? You have General Morrison.
- Correct. - You have him alive?
And well.
That's why Lynch is trying to wipe us out wholesale.
Too much to explain now, but Morrison's testimony frees us,
and fries Lynch.
Uh Oh.
- Well not without the plates. - Also in my possession.
Remember, Lynch thinks we're dead
- and I want to keep it that way. - Give me a pen.
You still use a pen?
LA docks, 48 hours, dawn. If I deliver Morrison and the plates.
In return, I want a re-trial in front of a civilian court.
All right we'll deal. LA docks 48 hours from now.
Any bullshit from your end and that's it, deals off.
- Did we get him? - No.
Pike, do you believe in second chances?
Ahhh... I do now.
- Too much? - I thought you were spot on.
My turn.
(Steely Dan ringtone)
Hold on to that phone.
- This is Sosa. - Hello, beautiful.
Thank you.
Well they got the raw end of the deal, didn't they?
Look at BA He looks like a huge banana
- (in accent) Good morning my friend. - Good morning.
Rabbi Binky Rabinowits?
- What passport did I give you? - You are from Tanzania?
- My mother is from Tanzania. - Oh shit, what the hell happened?
(speaking Swahili)
(Hannibal) Converting.
Let's go right into move. There's three to my right.
There's two behind me and one at the northeast exit.
(speaking fluent Swahili)
Shalom.
- There is a God. - You speak Swahili?
You don't?
You got enough to work with kid?
We will, you and I have some major favors moving across
the Atlantic right now.
Some deep sea freighters with some strictly black market merch.
How do we get out to her?
A boat, a plain old boat. That's what I'm talking about Murdock.
I'm talking overseas in style. That's how I like to travel, classy like.
These things are safe, we don't need planes.
You know Bosco, hopefully one day we'll get you over your fear of flying.
- Hey, that ain't no boat! - That did it.
Murdock just remember what I said I said you have to catch him,
after you inject him.
My bad.
(plane taking off)
Oh dammit! My head man.
- Coconut curry tapenade, your favorite. - Give me that fool.
You got them toast points?
Voilą! Toast points.
You had to knock me out again huh?
Okay now, the whole injection knocking out, Hannibal and Face.
The curry tapenade, Murdock.
Why do I feel like I fell on my face huh? Tell me that.
Lynch's paradox... Murdock, are you done with that?
This a guy who needs anonymity. But he love the attricountaby.
He's an administrator, he's not an operator.
Where is it?
Very nice. So he stays as far away from the point of impact as possible
and never gets his hands dirty if he can help it.
But we're going to change all of that.
You can't hustle a hustler fool.
No sparks, no flames not even a flashlight near this stuff.
This guy's never at the flashpoint of everything.
He's safe and sound somewhere pulling the strings.
(doll) Mama mama.
Hey boss, why so many of these damn things anyway?
Because overkill is underrated my friend.
So we're going to bring this guy down to ground level.
(recording) Mama. Lynch. (recording fades)
The last place he'd ever want to be.
And you put him on display for the whole world to see.
Any questions?
- What's up boss man? - Hey, BA.
- This is going to get heavy isn't it? - Well, I can't promise you it won't
I'm going to read you something real quick.
Victory attained by violence
is tantamount to defeat for it is momentary.
Ghandi.
It is better to be violent if there is violence in our hearts
than to put on the cloak of non-violence to cover impotence.
- Who said that? - Same guy.
Ghandi wasn't afraid to fight for the things he believed in.
What is it you believe in BA?
What's wrong?
I don't know man, just thinking about this.
We've always come back alive the four of us
because of the old man.
- I know. - I'm not him.
- Face, I know this. - Murdock, I'm not Hannibal.
Who has the most to lose on this Face? Me, and I trust you.
Yeah I know but that... you're crazy.
Not that crazy.
All eagles may have landed everybody ready to roll?
Copy, team one on the move.
Acknowledged, team two en route.
All right guys, everybody ready? The curtains about to come up.
(machine whirring)Showtime.
That's Smith right there, watch him.
- All teams in position? - Standing by.
In position.
- Shoot team one affirmative. - Spotter 1, 10-8.
Less chatter, mark on comms now Morrison's the primary tango,
- the plates are the package. (cell phone rings) - Yeah?
Okay, okay, he's talking to Sosa, I want this call.
You lied to us we had a deal!
I want that god damn call in my... thank you.
- We had a deal but I'm changing the deal. - Are you kidding me Sosa!
This is a complicated exchange and you have no play here.
Listen, or remain at large fugitives for the foreseeable future.
- No, no no no. - I've got Morrison here with the plates!
I'm exposed Sosa, exposed!
We're not doing this on the docks.
Now listen to me, we're not turning ourselves in.
Now you listen to me, we're not turning ourselves in.
I need you to do it on my terms, or nothing at all.
To hell with that, to hell with you Sosa!
Ahh... she burned him.
Face, B.A we're booking out. Sosa shafted us.
Murdock, get the chopper down here in ten.
Okay, he's moving him you got him, he's moving him.
For the love of god, relax.
I am relaxed, he's moving him.
(recording) Don't do this Hannibal, please.
There, that's Morrison right there. Take him!
Vance!, does he have the plates?
Smith has the plates go now!
I've got Morrison taking the shot.
(gunfire) (bullet ricochets)
- A little too close for comfort kid. - What just happened?
What the hell is he doing?
Where are they? Somebody talk to me.
Come on, did that thing crush them or what?
Oh, this was a hell of a lot easier when it was just three plastic cups.
Everybody just be cool, pay attention, no hasty moves.
So you beat a guy like Lynch by drawing him in with three things.
What the hell are they doing?
Distraction (explosion)
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What is happening?
Diversion.
This is a diversion stay eagle on those containers.
They're making for the exits, open fire!
- Do not engage! Back off! - All teams engage.
(gunfire)
Holy shit!
(gunfire)
You are being played by Smith. He's trying to
draw your eye line Lynch. Come on, be smart.
Take him, take him, take him!
Contact! Tower house and bow. It's Peck and Baracus!
(flare gun firing)
And evasion.
It's a trap! Pull back! Fall back! Get the hell out of there!
No, no, no
(explosion)
(vehicle explodes)
What is happening? What is going on?
Nice one kid.
- It's Peck and Baracus. - Shoot the...
- Shut up I know what I'm doing. - Okay paint-ballers, time to go pro.
(gunfire)
BA, get to your secondary position.
Okay, game-changer... here's what I think of your best laid plans.
(rocket launcher beeps) (fires)
(massive explosion) Shit
Jesus Christ!!
- So much for the grand scheme Smith. - What the hell was that?
- Face, what the hell was that? - I think this ships going to blow.
- He punched a hole in the hull! - What about the plan?
Pike just blew up the plan we are ad libbing!
- Bosco, get out of there! - I'm going for Hannibal!
- Cover me, I'm going for those plates. - Yes sir.
- The boat's going over get out of there! - Face hang on!
(explosions)
(metal scraping)
(containers crashing)
(rocket launcher beeps) (fires)
(gunfire)
(large explosion)
(gunfire)
Bosco, Pike's got the high ground I'm running low on ammo man.
(gunfire)
(motorcycle revving)
Shit!
How are you doing handsome? Shit can you cycle that weapon, nice work.
Geez, close friends and bullets. Where are they when you need them?
(motorcycle accelerating)
Don't take this too personally but uh... look here, smile, and wait for the flash.
(motorcycle revving)
Baracus!
Whoa Ho Ho Ho Ho Hooooo!!!!!!
Bosco!
(A-Team theme)
(Hannibal whispering throughout) Lynch.
Lynch.
Come on Lynch.
Lynch.
- Come on Smith, stop bullshitting. - Come on Lynch.
Lynch... where am I?
Come on Lynch.
Lynch.
Where am I Lynch!
Lynch... Lynch... Lynch Lynch... Lynch.
Lynch!!
(gunfire)
There you are Hannibal. I've been looking all over for you.
Hey, don't let the scarf fool you. My Muay Thai is pretty good.
Jujitsu's a little better but I got this whole...
slight of hand thing going with the containers and the cars...
and the fireworks. Lynch, Lynch, Lynch.
God that's annoying. But you give Pike a rocket...
there's your monkey wrench.
(recording) Hannibal don't do this.
You know Smith, you could have the best recipe in the world.
- (recording) You owe me that much. - But you drop a few bullets in the batter.
- (recording) Hannibal don't do this. - Lynch, no!
(gunfire)
And that cake don't bake.
Uh oh, your witness, your gun... your problem.
You served your country well. Excuse me.
Ahh hello Ben. Where have you been all my life?
Hannibal, you're slowing down,
and bleeding, you're bleeding? Da da da don't get up.
God damn it!
Your Muay Thai is as bad as your Jujitsu Lynch.
You better stick with a gun.
You put a loaded weapon in my hand. I'm going to put a bullet in your head.
(gun fires)
I told you I would shoot you.
Kevlar saved your life. The thing is...
doesn't do much good if I pop you in the head.
It does if you melt it down.
(recording) Hannibal don't do this.(recording) Hannibal please.
See you beat a guy like that by drawing him in with three things.
- Distraction. - Whoa whoa what is happening?
- Diversion. - Division.
And you put him on display for the whole world to see.
That's good.
Surprise.
- Agent Burris. - What did you call me?
Agent Vance Burris isn't that your name?
At least that's the name I've got on this warrant here. Unless you have
a piece of paper that looks exactly like...
No, that wouldn't help you either.
Easy, easy.
You're under arrest for attempted murder violations of the civil false claims act
and theft of top secret government engraving plates.
Well I guess the plan went okay. Considering Pike didn't blow up the boat
which I didn't account for at all.
The bullets didn't go through.
- How are you feeling man? - Not... not good... not good.
I feel sane.
(BA laughing) I should have shot you in the head a long time ago.
Okay Agent Burris, that will be all. Take him out of here guys.
What's the difference between a concussion, and a contusion?
Murdock that was beautiful, you were right. The helmet worked, ketchup worked great.
You did a great job are you okay?
Got your bell rung? Just let Hannibal make the plans next time.
- Oh... Okay. - How's the conscience big guy?
At peace.
- Which one of you is Sosa? - I am.
As of right now, your prisoner is to be remanded into federal custody.
- I have a warrant for this man's arrest. - As of right now...
I'm a doctor, I'm going to help you out. Hey you need stitches?
Please tell me you need stitches. I could stitch you up really good.
(laughter)
Gentlemen.
Central Intelligence Agency believes in and invensys a crown moral ethic
as well as an unshakable professional standard.
As such, we would like to extend our most sincere apologies for what's happened here.
- Good day and god bless. - Where are you taking him?
Who?
I never got your name.
- My name in Lynch. - Of course it is.
Did he just say Lynch.
- Easy guys. - Everybody, stand down.
Control this place.
When did you arrive I had no idea...
Yes sir.
Get your hands off me tough guy.
Well that's one hell of a mess. But we did get the plates.
But unfortunately, I'm going to have to charge you all with escaping lawful custody.
What?! Hannibal what is this guy talking about?
We were wrongly convicted but it's still illegal to break out of jail.
Director, Smith and his men were instrumental in recovering the plates.
They're still level ten fugitives and I need that off my desk.
This is chicken shit sir.
Well perhaps for them, it is chicken shit, but for you... Captain...
we're re-promoting you to your former rank.
So look, they're going to be delivered to the US Marshalls here in Long Beach,
- I understand sir but... - This needs to be done!
I'm a Harry Houdini.
- Let's go keep moving. - Stop, wait.
- This is so wrong. - Don't worry about it.
I'm going to do everything I can to fix it.
- I know you will. - I'm so sorry Face.
Nice plan Face.
Yeah, we just traded Lynches and we're going back to prison.
We returned the plates, we can hold our heads high, we did the right thing.
Yeah after what they did to us. This is bullshit.
They burned us again Hannibal. We trusted the system and it turned on us.
Remember boys, no matter how random things might appear, there is still a plan.
Kid...
Well, I don't mean to steal your line boss, but uh...
I love it when a plan comes together.
They survived 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.
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