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?
But we got inbound subsonic UAVs with missile lock!
And they bring down planes all the time!
Okay, they're coming in. Launching countermeasures!
Whoa!
Did you see that? That's my diversion!
They die on this version.
Hang on! Hang on! Hold on! We're going over.
Murdock, what the hell are you doing?
You boys remember Mexico?
Whoa!
Ladies and gentlemen, from the flight deck,
if you look out of the right-hand side of the aircraft, you'll notice
that your right wing is on fire.
Tango reacquired. Missile lock pending, sir.
Lieutenant Charissa Sosa, 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 U.S. Army.
Billy, Billy, I need you to get the nose-cam view up here on my monitor now.
It's up, sir. Here it is.
Missile away, sir.
We have shoot-down. Hercules has been intercepted and destroyed.
Sorry, Lieutenant. I'm sorry.
- I don't believe it. - We have chute deployment on the Buford.
What?
I want these drones taken offline right now!
- They're 3,000 miles away. - Whoever is running those drones.
Get me a direct line to whoever is running those drones.
We gotta get these drones to stand down or I'm gonna be on bitch duty.
I need to get those men alive!
Everybody okay?
What are the chances they think we're dead?
Not great.
- Tell me we ain't still on that plane. - We ain't on that plane.
Hannibal! - Yeah?
If we're under 20,000 feet, we can still breathe, right?
What are you talking about, 20,000 feet?
- Let's fire up the old weapons system. - What the hell, man?
Hey, Bosco, a little stuffy. I'm gonna pop a window!
Yeah!
What you got, bitches? What you got?
Yeah!
Let me have a turn, Face! Come on!
- Why are we in a falling tank? - Because the plane exploded!
What... What? When?
Recently!
- The Reapers shot it down! - What Reapers?
The same ones that are still trying to kill us!
- I blame you, Hannibal! - Technically, we're not flying.
I know! Because we're falling, fool!
Oh, Jesus!
UAV-2 has splashed down. We just lost one of the drones.
Hannibal, we're in trouble!
Brace yourselves!
Awesome!
Face, get on to 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 82 degrees. - Fire in the hole!
- Fire! - Boom!
Fire!
Are they trying to shoot down that other drone?
No. They're trying to fly that tank.
- He's flying the tank! - You can't fly a tank, fool!
- Rotate 16 degrees! - Got it!
Fire!
Rotate 34 degrees now!
- Hannibal... - Wait...
Fire!
Control, we have lost... - Is that a confirmed hit?
Bring turret full-front and wait!
Murdock! Close the hatch!
Hatch, okay! Did that work? Did that work?
- Boss! - Come on, baby.
- Come on. - Hatch control?
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!
Get right with God, y'all! This is it! - Come on!
Yee-ha!
It's not fair to the fish!
You're cheating!
You with your nagging...
...you're chasing them away!
All right. Busy bees, busy bees.
Guys, you can take your coats off. Hot as hell in here.
I'm sweating like a whore in church.
- Sir. - Yeah?
Smith and his team were engaged in a C-130 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 X-out, but there is a conflicting report.
I'm sure there is.
I've got a German Hausfrau who says she saw a tank
drive up and out of Lake Wolgastsee 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? Look at this.
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 barely even heard about it.
I mean, I heard bits and pieces of it, but how much of that was us?
- So, I have a... - I was talking.
- It's never us. - Can you stop?
I have a DoD hardline from Lieutenant Sosa.
She's looking for Agent Lynch.
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 Lieutenant Sosa. Is this Agent Lynch?
I'm 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 at 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...
Ooh. Buddy.
If you can 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 wanna know everything. I want active intercept taps on everything she's got.
I want every move monitored from this moment forward.
You realize she's DoD.
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 Königsbank 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.
- Pike's getting sloppy. - Yeah, but if we're onto him,
what are the odds that Smith and his team are onto Pike and the Arab, too?
No, no, no, 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 Königsbank 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 of the plates have been in one location.
It's our best and only shot at getting them back.
They leave the Königsbank Tower for the 7:15 train to Zürich.
Gentlemen, we're gonna make sure they miss that train.
- Face? - Yeah.
Time to bring in your former flame.
If she's as good as I think,
FRANKFURT CENTRAL STATION
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 gonna need her teed up at some point.
Keep your eyes and ears open, boys.
Charissa Sosa...
Now the wrinkle.
If Sosa's onto us, we can assume that Lynch is onto 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.
If there's a threat from Lynch, deal with it.
Hello?
Shoot is green. Say again, shoot is green.
Hello?
Something's wrong.
We're marked, guys. Pull back. I don't like this at all.
See. Don't be seen.
Hello, beautiful. - You have got some balls.
- You put a drop phone on me? - I had to, babe.
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 gonna find you, Face.
But do not engage her or anyone else directly.
Not if I find you first.
Come on, all right... Okay. Okay.
Ow! Ow! Jesus!
- What the hell are you doing? - Trying to save you!
Charissa.
Come on, you know we're innocent. You know this.
You're lying. Like you lied in Baghdad.
I did not know. I knew nothing about the plates.
At that... At that time.
You are completely full of shit!
Will you stop selling yourself on that
and avoiding the fact that you lied to me!
- You're the one that misled me. - When?
- Come on. You wanna go there? - Yeah, let's go there.
You heard I was a player and you wanted to play.
And then I got serious and you freaked!
- Oh, I freaked? I did not freak! - Yes, you did.
You panicked and you ran.
Charissa, come on.
I'm a federal fugitive. You know exactly how wanted I am.
You think I came to Frankfurt to hash out some old heartbreak? 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.
OH MY GOD!
HE'S GOT A GUN!
RIGHT THERE! HE'S GOT A GUN!
A GUN!
Sucker.
- Oh, shit. - Where's Peck?
Excellent question. Find him!
Please stay calm and go to the nearest exit.
Okay, let's dance.
Coming down. Positions, prepare to move.
As always, stay close to me, sir.
I can't see anything.
How we doing there, big man?
Murdock, here comes the Arab.
And here's a long drive hit deep into left center field.
Murdock's back, he's at the wall, and he makes the catch!
I can't breathe.
B.A., I lost the case.
I'm taking fire. I'm out of here.
B.A., get to those plates.
Deutsche Federal is responding to explosions and shots fired
- at the Königsbank building. - Get us out of this mess and get us
- to that building as soon as possible. - Yes, ma'am.
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?
I'm gonna take this one out of your ass, Baracus. Let's see what you got.
Come on. What are you doing? What, are you tired?
I'm not gonna hurt you, man.
No, you're not gonna hurt me, I'm gonna hurt you.
- I don't wanna kill you, man. - You don't wanna kill me?
You're not gonna kill me. I'm gonna kill you, Baracus.
I'm not playing with you, Pike.
Here we go, because I got two guns. I'm a lefty, remember that, right?
So, as soon as that hammer goes back, it's on.
I swear to God, I'll do it.
You're not a coward, are you?
Are you?
- Whoopsie. - Damn!
- Need a ride, big fella? - You're a life-saver, man.
I couldn't shoot him.
Get out of the way! Get down! Get down!
U.S. Military! Put them down. Put them down.
This is U.S. 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.
I trust you to make historically bad decisions
where women are concerned.
What part of you is thinking at the moment?
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?
You had to know.
You had to know if you left me alive, that this was coming.
How could you not?
Hannibal. You know who this is?
We all do.
Morrison?
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 on us.
Lynch was never gonna cut us in.
He was gonna use us.
He brought you on as insurance.
He never thought you'd betray 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 100% sure.
How about 99%?
Would you think it was worth mentioning then?
Lynch, what did you think?
You think I'd just kill him on the spot?
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?
I'm gonna need a little more time.
How much?
Give me five minutes.
I'm waiting.
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 saw your tomb at Arlington.
You died a national hero.
Death's too easy.
And the last thing we need now is another lie.
Don't do this. Hannibal, please. You owe me that much.
You owe me!
You're gonna tell them we're innocent.
You owe me.
Hannibal, it's meaningless.
What are you fighting for now, you and those boys?
Your ranks? Your reputations?
They're shit!
You're convicts!
Plates, no plates, you are federal fugitives,
and when they're done with you, Hannibal, they just burn you.
Zulu one, Zulu one, this is Broadsword, you're clear to engage.
"Broadsword. " Did you come up with that?
That's awesome. "Broadsword. "
"Broadsword. "
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!
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 cordon, ditto the no-fly zone.
Get an agency scrub team out there and get me the goddamn plates back.
The German police have your entire team in custody in the Königsbank 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 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.
If you want to deal, we can 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.
Hey, whoa, 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.
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.
Lynch? Had to be.
Stay close to the fires, boys.
If that gunship is still around, it won't read our body heat.
That idiot Lynch, so quick to kill us, didn't even bother locating the plates.
Where do we stand on the non-violence now, B. A?
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 got him figured out.
- You got a plan, kid? - How do we get out of here?
Give me 20 minutes.
So, Morrison's dead. Smith and his team are dead.
Another 15 minutes or so, we locate those engraving plates.
What is this? Are 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? In the car?
Are we doing... Are we gonna do this in the car?
- You doing this? He's gonna do it.
Way to go. That's brilliant, right there.
What are you doing? What is he doing?
- Jesus. - How's it going, Kyle?
- You all right? - I'm good.
Brother, you are far from good. What are you doing?
It's a European silencer.
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.
- Don't point that thing... - Jesus. Final request,
don't let this guy shoot me, please.
So, if Sosa knows we're alive...
She'll believe Morrison is alive, too.
Let's just hope that Lynch still has Sosa's comm lines.
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, look at this. Am I to 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 through? - Before you hurt somebody besides me.
There you go. We're okay. We're okay.
Never cuff a man in a seated position with his hands behind his back.
Makes it impossible to see the hands.
That was cool.
- You like that? - I like that.
I like 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. - Jesus.
Phone or gun. Pick. - Hey, hey.
- Put the gun down. - Hey, I didn't burn you. Morrison did.
I really wanna shoot you.
You gotta hear this, sir.
Is this Smith?
From a former colonel to a former captain,
I know I've got about 30 seconds before you lock this signal.
- So listen, we can prove our innocence. - Leave that on the floor like that?
Okay. All right. Now, go back.
Did you say you have Morrison? You have General Morrison?
- Correct. - You have him alive?
And well, despite Lynch 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.
All right. We'll deal. - Give me a pen.
- Where and when? - Got a pen? Anybody got a pen?
LA docks, 48 hours, dawn. - You still use a pen?
I deliver Morrison and the plates.
In return, I want a retrial 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, deal's off.
- Did we get him? - No.
Pike.
You believe in second chances?
Uh...
I do now.
Too much?
I thought you were spot-on.
My turn.
Hold on to that phone.
This is Sosa.
Hello, beautiful.
Thank you.
They got the raw end of the deal, didn't they? Look at B.A.
He looks like a huge banana.
Good morning, my friend.
Good morning.
Rabbi Binky Rabinowitz?
What passport did I give you?
You're from Tanzania. My mother is from Tanzania.
- Oh, shit. - What the hell happened?
...converting Africans to Judaism. - This is station six...
Stuff like that.
Let's get ready to move. There's three to my right.
There's two behind me and one at the northeast exit.
Wait a sec.
Shalom.
- What's he doing? - It's Murdock. Telling his life story.
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 mid-Atlantic right now.
It's a deep-sea freighter, shipping strictly black-market merch.
How do we get out to her?
A boat. A plain old boat.
This is what I'm talking about, Murdock. Traveling the open seas in style.
This is the way I like to travel. Classy-like. The way people used to, safe.
Yeah... We don't need a plane.
You know, Bosco, hopefully one day we'll get you over your fear of flying.
What?
Hey, that ain't a boat!
Just not today.
Murdock, don't you remember what I said?
- I said you have to catch him... - You have to catch him...
...after you inject him. ... after you inject him.
My bad.
Damn it! My head, man.
- Coconut-curry tapenade, your favorite. - Give me that, fool.
You get them toast points?
Voilà. Toast points.
Y'all knocked 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.
Uh...
Lynch is a paradox.
Murdock, you done with that?
This is a guy who needs anonymity, but he loves theatricality.
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 gonna change all that.
You can't hustle a hustler, fool.
No sparks, no flames, not even a flashlight near this stuff.
Easy, easy.
This guy is never at the flashpoint of anything.
He's safe and sound somewhere, pulling the strings.
Mama. Mama.
Hey, boss. Why so many of these damn things anyway?
Because overkill is underrated, my friend.
So we're gonna bring this guy down to ground level.
Mama. Mama.
This way, Lynch. Lynch.
The last place he'd ever want to be.
Then you put him on display for the whole world to see.
Any questions?
What's up, boss man?
Hey, B.A.
It's gonna get heavy, isn't it?
Well, I can't promise you it won't.
Let me read you something real quick.
"Victory attained by violence is tantamount to defeat,
'"for it is momentary. '"
Gandhi.
"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.
Gandhi wasn't afraid to fight for the things he believed in.
What is it you believe in, B. A?
What's wrong?
I don't know, man. I'm just thinking past this.
You know, we've always come back alive,
the four of us, 'cause 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 you're crazy.
Not that crazy.
Our eagles may have landed.
Everybody ready to roll?
Copy. Team one on the move.
Acknowledged. Team two en route.
All right, guys, everybody ready?
Curtain's about to come up.
Show time.
That's Smith right there. Watch him.
Ground team is in position?
Standing by.
In position.
Shoot Team One. Affirmative.
Spotter One. 10-8.
Let's chattermark on comms for now.
Morrison's the primary tango. Plates are the package.
Yeah.
Okay, okay, he's talking to Sosa. I want this call.
You lied to me, Sosa. We had a deal.
I want that goddamn call in my... Thank you.
We had a deal, but I'm changing the deal.
Are you kidding me, Sosa? Are you kidding me?
This is a complicated exchange and you have no play here.
Listen, or remain at-large fugitives
- for the foreseeable future. - Uh-oh. No! No, no.
For God sakes, I've got Morrison here and 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, and to hell with you, Sosa!
Ah. She burned him.
Face, B.A., we're bugging out. Sosa's jammed us.
Murdock, get the chopper down here in 10.
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.
Don't do this. Hannibal, please.
- That's Morrison, right there. Take him. - Wait, does he have the plates?
Smith has the plates. Go now.
- Take him, he's right there. Kill him. - I've got Morrison, taking a shot.
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?
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.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is happening?
Diversion.
This is a diversion! Stay eagle on those containers.
They're breaking for the exits! Open fire!
Do not engage! Back off!
Ground teams, engage!
Holy shit!
Ground team, re-engage.
You are being played by Smith.
He's trying to draw your eye line, Lynch. Come on, be smart.
Take them! Take them! Take them! Take them!
Contact! Tower house and bow! It's Peck and Baracus!
And division.
It's a trap! Pull back! Pull back!
- Get the hell out of there! - No, no, no.
What is happening? What is going on?
Nice one, kid.
It's Peck and Baracus!
- Shoot them! - Shut up! I know what I'm doing.
Okay, paintballers, time to go pro.
B.A., get to your secondary position.
Okay. Game-changer.
Here's what I think of your best-laid plans.
Shit!
Jesus Christ!
So much for the grand scheme, Smith.
What the hell was that?
Face, what the hell was that?
Pike hit the ship with a SMAW! 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 is going over! Get out of there!
Bos, hang on!
Oh! Jeez!
Shit.
Bosco, Pike's got the high ground. I'm running low on ammo, man.
Shit!
How are you doing, handsome?
Shit, can you cycle that weapon. Nice work.
Jeez, close friends and bullets.
Where are they when you need them?
Don't take this too personally, but look here,
smile, wait for the flash.
Baracus.
Bosco!
Lynch.
Come on, Lynch.
Lynch.
Come on, Smith! Stop bullshitting.
Lynch. Come on, Lynch.
Lynch...
Where am I?
Come on, Lynch.
Lynch.
Where am I, Lynch?
Come on, Lynch.
Lynch, Lynch, Lynch, Lynch.
Lynch!
There you are, Hannibal. Been looking all over for you.
Hey, don't let the scarf fool you.
My muay Thai is pretty good. My jujitsu is a little better, but...
You had this whole sleight-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.
Hannibal, don't do this.
You know, Smith, you could have the best recipe in the world...
You owe me that much. ... but you drop a few bullets
- into the batter... - Hannibal, don't do this.
Lynch, no! - Hannibal, please.
Oh, God.
...and that cake don't bake.
Uh-oh. Your witness, your gun, your problem.
You served your country well. Excuse me.
Hello, Ben, where have you been all my life?
Look at us, Hannibal. Couple of grown men.
I'm bleeding. You're bleeding.
Don't get up.
God damn it!
Your muay Thai is as bad as your jujitsu, Lynch.
Better stick with a gun.
You put a loaded weapon in my hand, I'll put a bullet in your head.
I told you I would shoot you.
Kevlar saved your life.
Thing is, it doesn't do much good if I pop you in the head.
It does if you melt it down.
Hannibal, don't do this.
- Hannibal, please. So, you beat a guy like that
by drawing him in with three things.
- Distraction. - Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is happening?
Diversion.
And division.
Hannibal, don't leave me alive.
Then you put him on display for the whole world to see.
What the...
That's good.
Surprise.
Agent Burress.
What did you call me?
Agent Vance Burress? Isn't that your name?
At least that's the name I've got on this warrant here,
and 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 the theft of top secret government engraving plates.
Easy.
I guess the plan went okay,
considering Pike did blow up the boat, which I didn't account for at all.
Bullets didn't go through.
Hannibal, don't do this. Hannibal, please.
How are you feeling, man?
Not... Not good.
- What's wrong? - Not good.
I feel sane.
I should have shot you in the head a long time ago.
Okay, Agent Burress, that will be all.
Let's take him out of here, guys. Go ahead, princess.
What's the difference between a concussion and a contusion?
- It don't matter, bro. You tore up. Murdock, that was beautiful.
You were right. The helmet worked.
Ketchup worked great.
You did a great job. You okay?
- Yeah. Got your bell rung?
Just let Hannibal make the plans next time.
- Oh. Okay. - Okay?
How's the conscience, big guy?
At peace.
Keep it turning.
We already got them on the exits.
- We got a two-mile no-fly zone here. - Which one of you is Sosa?
- I am. I am. - I need to talk to Sosa.
As of right now your prisoner is to be remanded
- into federal custody. - I have a warrant for this man.
As of right now... - I'll tell you what... I'm a doc.
Let me doctor you up. Let me help you out.
Do you need stitches? Please tell me you need stitches.
I can stitch you up really good.
Gentlemen.
The Central Intelligence Agency
believes in and evinces a profound moral ethic,
as well as an unshakeable 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 is Lynch.
Of course it is.
Did he just say Lynch?
Let it go.
Hey. Do not touch him.
Take it easy, guys.
Everybody, stand down! Stand down!
- Get those plates. Everybody, stand down!
- That's an order. Hey, you, stand down. What is wrong with you?
Lieutenant.
Sir, when did you arrive? I had no idea...
- Just give me a minute. - Yes, sir.
Get your hands off me, tough guy.
Well, that's one hell of a mess. But we did get the plates.
Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to charge you all with escaping lawful custody.
What? Hannibal, what is this guy talking about?
B.A., we were wrongly convicted, but it's still illegal to break out of jail.
Director McCready, Smith and his team
were instrumental in recovering those plates.
They're still level-10 federal fugitives and I need that off my desk.
This is chickenshit, sir.
Yeah, well, you know what? Perhaps for them, it is chickenshit,
but for you, Captain, we're re-promoting you to your former rank.
So, look, they're gonna be delivered
to the U.S. Marshals Service here in Long Beach.
- And there should be a C-5 transport... - I understand, but...
...on the tarmac in half an hour.
- This needs to be done. - This is really unfair, sir.
- This is bullshit. - I'm like Harry Houdini.
I chew through your cuffs.
Get up. Step up. Get in there! Step up!
Let's go. Get moving. - Stop. Wait, stop.
Move it. - Wait.
- This is so wrong. - It got a little aggressive.
- Don't worry about it. - This is really, really wrong,
and 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, and look what they did to us. This is some 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...
Yeah. - I love it when a plan comes together.
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.
Yeah!
- Yo, how is the new bed? Beautiful.
Listen, I know this is good for the body,
but how do you protect the face?
Eh...
You don't mess with it, kid.
Gotcha.
Oh, yeah. Is that all you got?
- Here we go. Clear.
Yee-ha!
This guy Murdock is nuts.
I wonder if he's... nuts or whether he's, you know... nuts.
Yeah, I think I might have felt something there.
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