All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S04E04 - Lease with an Option to Die (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

This is a changing
neighborhood.

Nobody put their hands
on my mother
and live to tell about it.

Just sit back and enjoy
the pleasures of air travel.

Well, if you weren't
such a wimp about flying....

Why don't you two slimeballs
bug off.

Says who?
Says me!

Throw him out, Murdock.

Who are you?
Mrs. Murdock.

[crashing]

I don't want any of them
to get out of this alive.

(male narrator)
In 1972,
a crack commando unit...

was sent to prison
by a military court...

for a crime
they didn't commit.

These men promptly escaped...

from a maximum-security
stockade...

to the Los Angeles
underground.

Today, still wanted
by the government...

they survive
as soldiers of fortune.

If you have a problem,
if no one else can help...

and if you can find them...

maybe you can hire
the A-Team.

[gun firing]

(Harry Carey on radio)
Hello again, everybody.

With Hall of Famer
Lou Boudreau...

Dwayne Statz
and Vince Lloyd...

this is Harry Carey
at Wrigley Field.

The Cubs are leading
5-2.

Here's Sandberg.

And a home run and a double.

Nice and tall,
rangy left-hander.

Now the pitch.

There's a drive, way back...

it might be,
it could be....

It is!

Holy cow!

What a show
Sandberg is putting on!

Boy, that's great hitting.

Great clinic
put on here today.

(man)
Foxy mama coming.

Hey, girl,
you gonna invite me
up to your place?

Please let me pass.

What's your hurry, cutie?
We're just getting to know
one another.

(Rico)
Hmm?

[Carey chattering on radio]

Don't.

Where you going?

(Mrs. Baracus)
You boys just
get right out of here.

You wanna party, too, Mama?
The more the merrier.

I told you last week,
I'm gonna call the police...

if you don't stop
hanging around on this stoop.

Uh-uh-uh-uh!

We live here now.
We're your new neighbors.

(Rico)
Yeah, we moved into 310.

The police ain't gonna come...

and throw us out of our
own apartment building,
would they?

Huh? Huh?

I'm gonna get the super.

You don't need no more keys,
someone broke the lock.

I don't know just what's
going on around here...

but I'm warning you,
you better behave.

Or what?

Where's Mr. Sullivan?

He made a career move.
I'm the new super.
Who are you?

Karen Messing, 305.

Would you please
come outside?

There's something
I think you should see.

[children chattering]

You better learn to respect
those who live around you.

This is a changing
neighborhood.

I'll change your face.

[grunting]
Are you all right?

You boys have buried
yourselves deep.

Thanks for the help.

It may no longer be desirable
to live in this building.

[Rico laughing]

(Carey)
...the second time this year
Sandberg's--

Game called
on account of darkness.

I'm gonna call my son.

And he's gonna take care
of each and every one of you.

[exclaiming]

(Rico)
We're shaking in our boots,
lady.

Who is this guy, King Kong?

[car phone ringing]

No, no, no. No way.
I swear I didn't give
this number to my date.

Denise Hall
was the only time
that happened, right?

If you'd have seen her,
you'd agree
she was a true emergency.

Lou's Delivery.
Yeah, what do you want?

It's long distance.
It's for Mr. B.A. Baracus...

the head of the A-Team.

[all exclaiming]

[tires screeching]

They broke my mother's arm.

Nobody put their hands
on my mother
and live to tell about it.

We're going to Chicago
right now, Hannibal.
B.A.?

Now take it easy.
We're behind you
on this thing 100%.

Sure, B.A., whatever you say.
Remember, you're our leader.

Look, man,
I know I exaggerate sometime,
but you do it all the time.

Actually, I always felt
you had leadership potential.

Hey, man, we gotta find
the fastest way possible
to get to my mother.

That's gonna mean flying,
big guy.

That's right, flying.

You sure that's
what you wanna do?
Yeah.

This time, no commercial
flights, they're always late.

We can't be late.

Faceman,
I want you to scam a plane.

Better yet,
make that a jet.

2,000 miles in a private jet?

I mean, fuel's $1.85 a gallon.
That's expensive, B.A.

Maybe we should consider
driving to Chicago.

I wanna fly!

He wants to fly.

Look, big guy,
now that you got
the acrophobia licked...

just sit back and enjoy
the pleasures of air travel.

You know, Hannibal,
ain't nothing
to this flying.

Just think,
I've been a fool
for all these years.

You're doing fine, B.A.

This is your Captain speaking.
We're number two for takeoff.

I will be turning off
the No Smoking sign...

as soon as we reach
our assigned altitude
of 30,000 feet.

Until we do, I ask you
to remain in your seat...

and keep your seat belt
fastened in case we run into
any unexpected turbulence.

We're just waiting
for our final clearance here.

(B.A.)
Mama's waiting, fool!
And there it is.

Are you okay, B.A.?

Maybe he needs
a little air, Face.

Right.

Now, that's the kind
of service you don't
get on coach.

Mama, mama.
Come on in.

Oh baby,
I'm so glad to see you.

Oh, and this
must be Hannibal.
Mrs. Baracus.

And Face.
How do you do?

He doesn't look
like a crazy man.

Wait till you
get to know me.

Well, welcome to Chicago.
Give us a little smile, ma'am.

Cut it out, fool.

No, that's all right,
Murdock.

I have so few pictures
of Scooter and me.

Scooter?
Scooter?

Scooter?
Well, yeah, you see...

when B.A.
was about knee-high...

his father gave him
a little toy truck.

And he used to scoot
this thing around
the living room...

and wear my carpet down
all day long.

Then he'd take that thing
to bed with him at night.

Oh, Ma, nobody call me
Scooter any more.

Well, you'll always
be Scooter to me.

I don't care how much
jewelry you wear.

A boy shouldn't wear more
jewelry than his mother...

don't you agree?

Ah, well, I think Scooter
has a certain style...

that allows for an excessive
amount of jewelry.

Well, I never will
get used to it.

Oh, excuse me, honey.
This is my friend, Karen.

She's my upstairs neighbor.
(Face)
How do you do?

Hi.
How do you do?

Now, I want you all
to come on in...

and dig in
and enjoy yourselves.
Come on in here now.

Oh, Mama, you don't
have to go spending
those money on us.

Now, don't you go
telling me what to do.

You may be the head
of this A-Team...

but you're not
the head of this house,
until I'm in my grave.

And besides, Scooter, it's deli,
your absolute favorite.

Now, you tell your troops
to chow down or dig in
or whatever it is you say.

Permission, sir?
Proceed.

Oh, yeah, Mama, has that
Army dude been coming around
looking for me?

Especially at Christmas time.

I'm sorry, Mama,
I haven't been around
on the holidays.

Well, if you weren't
such a wimp about flying...

we could see each other
more often.

I'd love to fly him anywhere,
Mrs. B.

Ain't that nice? I can see
how come you and Scooter
so close.

But anyway, it shouldn't
take something like this
to get us together.

You're right, Mama.
I'm sorry.

Well, that's all right, son.
You're here now.

We got one heck of a problem.

Karen here,
she's an attorney...

that's why I wanted
you all to meet her.

As far as
I've researched...

we have very little
recourse here.

They just seem intent
on emptying these units.

You and your husband
live in the building?

I'm single.
I have a two-bedroom
on the third floor.

Ah,
I'd love to see it sometime.

Scooter, honey,
you gotta do something.

What's the plan, B.A.?

Yeah, we need a plan.

Let me think.

You know, you were saying
on the plane we could take
over your mother's lease.

Now, that might be
just the thing.

That's right, Mama,
we're gonna take over
your lease.

And where am I
supposed to stay?

B.A. thought you might move in
with a friend temporarily.

Yeah, that's other part
of my plan.

Yes, I would love
to have you, Mrs. Baracus.

Well, I appreciate that,
Karen.

Good.
The plan is working already.

Karen, do you have
a tenants' association
in this building?

No.
No tenants' association?

No wonder
this has been going on.

Maybe we should form one.
What do you think, B.A.?

Good idea, Hannibal.

We need one of those.

That's the first step.

Boy, B.A., you've got us
on the jazz now.

Oh, he loves it when
a plan comes together.

What's a committee
gonna do for us?

I got junkies living
right next door to me.

I'd rather have the guy
back with the stereo.

According
to the building chapter...

we have the right to form
a tenants' committee...

to voice complaints
to both the landlords
and the city.

(Hirsch)
Complain. Right.

Half the building's
not here because...

Rico and the other guys
found out about the meeting.

You know what they said
they'd do to us
if we even showed up?

I wish we had the strength
to put these guys
in their place.

We can do that for you.

But who are you?

We're just a group
of concerned citizens.

We're dealing
with criminals here.

What we need
is a police force.

We can be your police force.

These guys wanna get rough,
we can get rough.

I sure would
like to see that...

but I've got a wife
and kid to think about.

You wouldn't
have to be involved.

All you folks would
have to do is just
keep your doors locked...

for the next few days
and we'll take care of Rico.

I sure would like to see
these guys get their heads
handed to them.

You would, huh?

Look at this.

We missed the start
of the meeting.

This is a closed meeting.

Why don't you two
slimeballs bug off.

Says who?
Says me!

[screaming]

[gurgling]

Now, you two find
somewhere else to live.

And don't stop
to tell Alvarez
what happened.

We're out of your lives.

A wise decision.
Throw him out, Murdock.

Now, the tenants' meeting
is reconvened.

Where's Rico and Little Tommy?

I don't know.
I haven't seen them
since last night.

They were supposed to break up
that meeting last night.

Excuse me,
I'm coming through.

I need some space here.

The Sleeper followed
by Walking the Dog.

No applause, please.

Hey, geeko,
go yo-yo somewhere else.

I can't.

My mommy told me
not to stray too far
from the building.

She might want to send me
to the store or something.

I never see you around
here before.

[clicking tongue]
We just moved into
Mrs. Baracus' apartment.

We sublet
around the world.

Hey, you can't do that,
you can't sublet!

Why can't we?

Because I'm the super,
that's why.

Mr. Alvarez,
I'm pleased to meet you.

My mom is the new head
of the Tenants' Association
Committee...

and she gave me this little
list of things that need to
be fixed around the building.

You ain't listening, kid.
I said you can't live here!

They told us we could.

You see,
we have to live here.

You see, we were living
out in Evanston...

which made me inadmissible
for the City Championships...

which were to be held in
the beautiful Aragon Ballroom.

Oh, my goodness!

You had a complaint
about the lock?

This is the head
of the Tenants' Committee?

You got a problem
with the heat?

My handyman will make
all the necessary repairs.

What's he going to do?

[glass shattering]
Oh!

Now you'll get a nice
little cross breeze.

He's so clumsy.
Please, stop.

We haven't done
anything to you.

I'm gonna have to ask
you fellows to leave.

You know, I've always
wondered if the light was on
when the door was closed.

Let's find out.

The answer to an age-old
question.

Oh!

You forgot to break this.

Very funny, yo-yo man.

[Murdock grunting]

Please, not his yo-yo hand.

I think it's time we had
a little talk with the head
of the Tenants' Committee.

You see, lady, you cannot
sublet this apartment.

And you certainly cannot
come into this building
and tell us how to run it.

Now, we know you may
have some inconvenience
in your moving...

so we're willing to pay you...

$25 for your expenses.

And you have 24 hours
to pack your bags.

Oh, H.M., H.M.

Don't worry, Mom,
we'll find us
another place to live.

(Face)
You know, B.A., I think
we're moving up in the world.

Just give me five minutes.

Trouble?
Piece of cake.

I didn't tell
you could sit down.

Yes, sir, Mr. Plout.

Here's your $250.

How soon can you
clear the joint?

After tonight,
they'll all march
in a straight line.

Good.

Couple of days,
I got a place for you
on Addison.

Yeah?

Maybe, after we move down
on the place in Addison...

I charge three--

Maybe, after you move
into that place on Addison...

I break every bone
in your body.

I can get anybody
to drink beer and get
sick on people's shoes.

Always a pleasure.

Harrington Management.

Now what would a slob
like Alvarez be doing...

reporting to a high-priced
management company?

And not using
the phone to do it.

You know, I have gone through
all these rental records...

and there is no mention
of a management company
to run this building.

So, that's it.
I knew something
big was going on.

Come on, Scooter,
let's go down and turn them
guys upside down...

and see what falls
out of their pockets.

Take it easy, Mama.
Now where did you learn
to talk like that from?

Don't you
"take it easy" me.

Where do you think you got
your fighting stock from to
become the head of the A-Team?

Mrs. Baracus...

I think we should
let the head of the Tenants'
Committee handle this.

I tried to stop them,
Mr. Plout.

Who the hell are you?

No, that's all right,
you don't have to stand up.

I am Mrs. Murdock.

I'm chairwoman
of the Tenants' Committee...

for 700 Foster Avenue.
Yeah?

Well, turn that
dune buggy around
and roll on out of here.

Not until I read
my list of complaints,
young man.

Show him, H.M.

Here's one for you...

and there's one for us.
Yes.

H.M. typed two copies.
He's such a clever boy.

Did you know...

he won the Regional
Hula-Hoop Championship...

when he was only
eight years old?

But my real ambition
is the yo-yo.

Shut up, kid.

Look, lady,
somebody's obviously mistaken.

I don't have anything
to do with 700, Foster.

But Mr. Alvarez pointed us
in this direction.

Mr. Alvarez did?

Well, your Mr. Alvarez
must've had a few
too many beers.

Ah, you know him,
because that's all he does...

all day long.

Rock the cat in the cradle.

You see?

Now...

apartment 312
needs a new refrigerator...

and the wiring
on the fourth floor...

is, you'll pardon
the expression, exposed.

The fire escape
on the east side
is rusted...

and it won't....

Well, it won't go down
properly at all.

And we were promised...

skylights in the lobby.

Hey! Enough!

Now you and the space cadet
hit the streets before
I throw you out the window.

You can't be that nasty.

Even you must have a mother.

Around the World.

Get them out of my sight!

Thanks for coming by.
Meeting's over.

Oh, not quite.

Now, son.

Look, The Sleeper, Mom.

[chuckling]
Oh, H.M.

Now, I urge you
to heed the list.

You have until 5:00 tonight.

If you do not
take appropriate action...

we will be forced...

to mail our list
to the Housing Commission.

Thank you for taking
the time to see us.

[crashing]

(Plout)
Yeah, same problem,
Mr. Chadway.

I told you not to use
the telephone.

We got a big problem.

If you wish
to meet with me...

you can set up an appointment
and come by my office.

Hey! 700 Foster Avenue, okay?

You ain't gonna get it.

I'll make some time for you.
Good.

He's on the move.
Slide over.

Do you mind
if I do the honors?

Okay, be my guest.

Somebody hit your car.
What?

This isn't my day.

Maybe it was an old lady
in a wheelchair.

Please send him in.

My, what a lovely office
it is.

A priest hit my car?

You must be
Mr. Phillip Chadway.

I recognize you from your
picture in the newspapers,
you know.

Yes, Father--
Shawn O'Herlihy.

It's a real pleasure.

And I must say, I'm a great
fan of the Titans, they're
a great bunch of footballers.

And I tell you,
they're gonna be
in the Super Bowl next year.

From your mouth to God's ear,
Father.

How bad is the damage?

Well, I'm afraid I whacked it
a pretty good one.

I just got the thing last week
and already it gets nailed?

Take it easy, David.
Actually you're very lucky.

A lot of people would
have just driven away.

Oh, my, no. I couldn't
have that on my conscience,
now, could I?

No, Father,
it shouldn't take a priest
to find an honest man.

Oh, so right you are.

So, here is my number.

Now you just give me a call
and I'll send you a check.

Yeah, right.
Right.

Well, it's been such
a pleasure meeting you,
Mr. Chadway.

I wonder if you might
accept this wee gift
from the diocese.

It's the new edition of
St. Patrick's Proverbs
For The Good Life.

With a new larger type print.

Well, thank you, Father,
that's very kind of you.

Well, I must be on my way.
I've got a funeral at 4:00,
you know.

Well, good day, gentlemen
and bless you all.

(Chadway)
You were saying?

(Plout)
I never saw anything like it.
They tore up the whole place.

If we lose that building,
we could lose
the whole project.

Millions of dollars
are at stake.
(Plout)
They ain't leaving.

Then crank it up to 10.
I want those people
out of there.

I can't get
the Mayor to support
my redevelopment program...

without those apartments
being empty.

So, you do whatever
you have to do...

and they can't trace it
back to me.

I don't own the building.

Well, it doesn't take a genius
to see what Chadway's up to.

There's been an awful lot
of real estate activity
lately in just one city block.

Well, he must have
something big in mind
if he needs the entire block.

Another one of his hotels
from outer space.

He's got this building,
this building
and this building.

And guess whose building
is right in the middle?

Mama's building.
Right.

Well, he's probably
buying them for a song
by using phony buyers.

Sure. If they knew
about his hotel, they'd
charge him 10 times as much.

(Hirsch)
This is Team Three.

The rear of the building
is clear. Out.

It's all clear on the roof.

Headed down to Three.

Team One, Team Two.

Come in, please.

(Mrs. Baracus)
What is your location?

I've just come from Two.

We should have someone
on every floor by now.

I'm coming back up.

(Lang)
The basement seems quiet.

No suspicious activity.

Team Two, will you please
meet Mrs. Jackson on Four.

I do not want her
going into that
basement alone.

Try to make it
look like an accident.

Hey, just too many
appliances in one socket, huh?

(Alvarez)
Place needed
redecorating anyway.

Face, we gotta find out...

who is the legal owner
of 700 Foster Avenue.

Well, a little visit
to the City Hall
should do the trick.

We got smoke on One!

Guys, get the building
cleared. Come on.

Everybody, out!
We got a fire on One!
Let's go.

Come on, let's go.
There's a fire.

Listen, Mama.
Don't panic.
Don't panic...

till you're out
the front door.

B.A...

see if you can
get this open here.

They trashed
all the fire equipment
but the building's clear.

Give me that drain pipe.

I got it.

I got it.

[screaming]

Nice work, Murdock.

Yeah.
Yeah, baby.

That's my son.

The police are on the way.

I'm placing you
under citizen's arrest.

You try to make a move
and I'll slap you silly.

And you can tell your friend,
Mr. Chadway...

that the Tenants' Committee
is still in business.

[siren wailing]
Tell him that we love it here.

(Plout)
Thanks for bailing me
out of jail, Mr. Chadway.

Just find out who the hell
those guys are, understand me?

Yeah.

And one more thing, Plout.

No more visits.
From now on, I'll call you.

Dorothy, what's the verdict?

It's going to be another
smashing success, Mr. Chadway.

Your father would
be very proud of you.
Oh, thank you.

[children chattering]

I'm sorry, Mrs. B.

That's all right, Murdock.
It's nice to have somebody...

under foot around the house,
if you know what I mean.

Baby, this one's yours.

Thank you, Mama.

Hey, Hannibal.

This thing is dead.

He must have found it
and broken it.

Okay. Face, find out
who owns 700 Foster Avenue.

Well,
I'll need some help.

Uh, Karen, why don't you and I
pay a visit to City Hall?

I tried that
three times and I just
keep getting stonewalled.

Well, it's not who you ask,
it's how you ask that counts.

Murdock, you and B.A.
get over to Chadway Plaza
and keep an eye on that guy.

Scooter and I are on our way,
Colonel.

Chicago. Summer. 1985.

Little did Phillip Chadway,
the Whiz of the Windy City
realize...

that he was soon
to leave this world
the way he came in, crying.

For the Untouchables,
led by the incorruptible
Eliot "Scooter" Baracus...

were about to rain
on his corporate parade.

I got to work
with this crazy fool?

[door opening]

[door closing]

There it is again.
What?

The quiet.

I never quite get used to it.

Lot of memories
in this old house.

I remember the day
that Scooter
came and told me...

that he had signed up
for the Army.

He was just a boy. 18.

They told him
they'd teach him a trade.

He'd come home
a trained mechanic...

and maybe be able
to have a shop of his own.

I was just hoping and praying
he'd come home at all.

Circumstances sometimes
change a man's destiny,
Mrs. B.

I'm not blaming anybody
because Scooter turned out
to be a fugitive.

That's just the way
that things happen.

I did used to worry
about him a lot, though,
out there all alone...

no family to go home to.

Then, one Christmas,
he sent me this card.

Well,
it wasn't really a card.

It was a photograph
of the four of you,
someplace in Texas.

And he had tied
a red and green ribbon on it.

And on the back of it,
he had written...

"Don't worry, Mama.
I'm not alone for Christmas."

He must've been
reading my mind.

I wish I could promise you
that he'd come home for
Christmas someday and stay.

I know you can't,
and I accepted that
a long time ago.

But I tell you one thing,
Hannibal...

I sleep a whole lot
better now...

knowing that
he's not out there alone.

He's with his family.

(Karen)
But those documents
are a matter of public record.

They certainly are.

But you have to fill out
these request forms...

and wait the required
48 hours. Good day, Miss.

[sighing]

Would $20 get me into
the files a little quicker?

The penalty for bribing
a city official...

is a $5,000 fine
or 90 days in jail.

Would you like to reconsider
your last offer?

Please, I absolutely
must get into those records.
You have no idea.

Peddle it somewhere else,
Miss.

No one gets by Hildy Henderson
without proper procedure.

Miss Hildegard Henderson,
clerk of deeds.

Yes.
I have a request
from the Mayor's office.

Wait a second, I know you.

I can explain.
I bet you can.

I thought I told you
to stay out of this building
until after the election.

Matt Peck, Mayor's Committee
to Reelect.

I trust this lady
has been denied access
to the tax rolls.

She most certainly was,
Mr. Peck.

Very good. Just wanted
to go in and have
a little look around.

A quick peek.

Just long enough
to jot down the names
of landlords...

willing to make
campaign contributions.

Contributions aimed
at putting our Mayor
out of office.

I'm afraid
I'm going to have
to ask you to leave.

Yes. If I were you,
I'd escort her outside
right now.

I just don't
trust these people.

You're absolutely right,
Mr. Peck.

Yeah.
Join the winning team.

I hope he gets hit
by a bus.

Well done, Miss Henderson.

We'll remember this
come November.

[birds chirping]

(Karen)
A little odd that a man
who could own a building...

the size of 700 Foster...

would choose to spend
his declining years
in a place like this.

Not when you consider
who owns this
lovely establishment.

Phillip Chadway.

He's scum.

Well, do you know
Phillip Chadway?

Never met him.

But he owns this dump,
and half the city.

Used to deliver mail
to him...

when I was working
for the Post Office.

Never once got a tip
at Christmas.

I don't want
to be too personal...

but how did you manage
to buy a building
on Foster Avenue...

now that you're retired
and on a government pension?

Didn't. How could I do that?

According to the city
tax roll...

Nicholas Perry purchased
a building on the north side
6 months ago.

That's my name,
but that's not my signature.

Forgery.

It makes sense now.

All those solicitations
we've been gettin'.

Solicitations?
Yeah.

Me and Helen Bradshaw
and old man Sonsky.

These things
have been coming in
for the last few months.

Roofers, fuel oil brochures,
wiring contractors.

I got a whole shoebox
full of third class junk mail.

Chadway must be
buying buildings
in these people's names.

Yeah. They own
half the north side
and don't even know it.

Mr. Perry...

I think you're a wealthy man.

Could you draw up a power
of attorney for me real quick?

Sure.

Tell Mr. Chadway
the new owner of 700,
Foster Avenue is calling.

Who is this?

This is a close friend
of Nicholas Perry.

He signed the property
over to me this afternoon.

And what do you want?

Well, I believe I have
the missing piece
to your puzzle...

and I'm in the mood to sell.

I'd consider an offer
starting at, say, $2 million.

I believe
Mr. Perry paid less than
$200,000 for that building.

That's true.
He got it at bargain price...

but since that time,
there've been some
unusual depreciations...

not to mention a fire.
You know all about that.

Yes, but $2 million
is too much.

Mr. Perry and I
think it's fair.

But maybe you're right...

maybe we should run it
by the Mayor's Office
or the Crime Commission...

and see what kind of a figure
they come up with.

[children chattering]

I won't be long.

Nice to see you.

Right this way,
Mr. Chadway.

Yes, Father....
O'Herlihy.

Oh, please.

Palatial office, huh?

Alvarez said we could use it.

He wouldn't be around
for the next three
to five years.

Could we get this over with?

Let's.

I wasn't quite sure
how to make out the check.

Don't worry about it.
We'll fill it out.

One question.

How many places did you empty
with Plout and his goons?

I was 10-0.

10-1.

You try to interfere
with another one
of my properties...

and they won't be able
to put you guys back together
with Krazy Glue.

No problems, Colonel.

Drive on.

We all set?
You just give the signal.

Five minutes and boom!

The boiler explodes.

An unfortunate accident.

I don't want any of them
to get out of this alive.

You're kidding?
The place will be
a parking lot.

Good, hit it.

Team Two to Team One.

I think I got something.

Go ahead, Mama.

Some guy just came running
out of the basement...

and jumped into the limo
with Chadway.

I knew he couldn't
leave well enough alone.

A bomb.

Let's go.

Boiler room!

Homemade, digital.
Red, white and blue wires.

I can't use the meter
to find the hot boiler.
Might set it off.

Take your pick.

[chuckling]

Could you take a little
longer next time, B.A.?

That way I can die of a heart
attack and not worry about
being blown to smithereens.

The next time,
you pick the right one.

No, thanks.
Nice, B.A.

Yeah. I think we ought to
return this to the proper
owner, don't you?

[people chattering]

Congratulations, Phillip.

I believe
you've done it again.
Well, thank you, Mr. Mayor.

And let me add
that this hotel will be...

a jewel in the crown
of the great city of Chicago.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention please.

We've prepared a short film
for you...

to show you exactly how
this building will fit into
Chicago's magnificent skyline.

Hi, pal. You left this
in our basement.

[people murmuring]

How did you get in here?

Oh, we had invitations.

They can't be good.

B.A.?

[screaming]

You like that better?

We have a little story.

Now Mr. Chadway
has a slight problem
with this development.

In that he doesn't
own this slice...

right here.

The guests are gonna have
a heck of a time getting
from the lobby to the pool.

I wouldn't stay there.

Now you might think
we're picky...

but we felt you were dealing
in bad faith when you put
that bomb in our basement.

We're returning your check.

Now, we thought
you folks might be curious...

as to how this block
was acquired.

So we made a little film.

You're gonna love this, Phil,
you're one of the stars.

I can assure you
that every piece of property
was acquired legally.

So that we could proceed
with the development.

(Hannibal)
Sure.

(Murdock)
Chicago. 1985.

Phillip Chadway began a reign
of terror designed...

to clear a buildings
that stood in the way
of his latest hotel.

(Hannibal)
...did you empty with
Plout and his goon squad?

I was 10-0.

You try to interfere
with another one
of my properties...

and they won't be able
to put you guys back together
with Krazy Glue.

(Murdock)
This is a story
of educated men.

From the best of families
willing to--

Hey,
you're gonna miss the end.

Let's go. We're out of here.

Thank goodness you're here.
We were really stuck
for an ending.

Nice, Murdock.

To a lovely lady
and a gracious hostess...

who went out of her way
to make Christmas in July.

Hear, hear.
Cheers.

(Mrs. Baracus)
Cheers.

Well, thank you.

And let me say thank you...

to everyone of you
for coming all the way
to Chicago to help me.

And I want to add
one more thing.

Dig in.

Okay.
Thank you.

So, what's the fate
of 700 Foster?

Mr. Perry is moving in
next week.

He has plans to restore
the building, take it co-op,
so everybody can own a piece.

B.A., Scoot...

you know, your mom
was telling me about
that time...

that you were kept
after school...

because you pulled
Wanda Taylor's pig tails.

Did Mama also tell you
about the time...

I threw Tommy Wilson
out the window
for calling me Scooter?

Yeah. I think she did mention
something about that.

Murdock, you are the craziest
fella I've ever met.

I think I want to adopt you.

Oh, then maybe I could
be the long lost brother
he never had.

Maybe you could be
the ghost I never had
if you don't shut up, fool.

Now, that's enough, Scooter.

I'm gonna have to send you
to your room.

You know,
I wrote all the stories down
right here in my pad here.

You led a very
colorful childhood, B.A.

Scooter, will you behave.

You're always
threatenin' everybody.

He's a real pussy cat,
though.

You know, I knew
he was gonna do that.

I knew he was
gonna take my pad, I knew
he was gonna tear it up.

That's why I put
all the real stories
down in this pad.

I'm gonna use them
for my new book.

Scooting On A Scoot
Through Life With
The Big Guy, Scooter.