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Shot in the leg. He's lost
a lot of blood, Doctor.

All right, bring him here.
Put him on the table.

We need Murdock.

Pedal to the metal, sweetheart!

How is he, Doc?

It took 60 stitches
to close him up.

- What were you hunting? Elephants?
- Quail.

I don't want this
sucker's blood in me.

It's gonna make me
crazy just like he is.

Freeze it... or lose it.

You expectin' company, Sheriff?

Those Barbarians are killers.

They're planning to come in
here and burn this town down.

- Here they come.
- Watch this.

Chicken!

Ten years ago, a crack commando unit was
sent to prison by a military court...

for a crime they didn't commit.

These men promptly escaped from 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.

We"ll be in Bad Rock in a
couple of minutes. How is he?

Blood pressure's 90 over
30 and dropping fast.

We gotta get him some blood.

Gonna need for the Faceman to change
his name. Yeah, to Broken Face.

- Come on, B.A. It wasn't my fault.
- You were supposed to be the rear guard.

You messed up bad. Now
I have to mess you up.

- It's the law.
- Oh, brother.

Face is gonna pay.
Face is gonna pay.

Face is gonna pay.

Wait. Keep him up there.

I got one leg.

These things happen, man.

Remember that time in 'Nam when you were supposed to
be watching the back door of that Chinese dance hall?

And I slipped and cut myself on
that Coke bottle that you dropped.

Did I get mad? No.
These things happen.

- Who is it? We need a doctor!
It's an emergency!

- Is Dr Sullivan in?
- I'm Dr Sullivan. Bring him in.

- I don't want no lady doctor to work on me.
- Ignore him. He's in shock.

Hunting accident. Shot in the leg.
He's lost a lot of blood, Doctor.

All right, bring him here.
Put him on the table.

How long ago did it happen?

3.00 this morning.

Was he unconscious for
any length of time?

No. Can you help him?

Better hope so, sucker!

Get that light for
me, would you?

Just lie still.

We're with you, buddy.
It's gonna be all right.

- I promise.
- You better not promise, Face. You better pray!

You guys wanna get outta
here so I can get to work?

It was my fault.

It was nobody's fault. We got the
client out alive. That's what counts.

You're not the one he wants
to bust into little pieces.

- Did you see the look in his eye?
- Oh, yeah. Scary.

Hannibal, you... you'll talk
him out of it, won't you?

Face, if anybody could talk B.A.
out of anything...

he'd be a professional wrestler.

Now, give him some time. He'll...
He'll cool off.

The worst thing that could happen to you is
that he's gonna take a couple of swings at you.

One oughta do it.

Face, B.A. loves you.

- Yeah... He does?
- He told me so himself.

- How is he, Doc?
- Not very good.

Your friend has a.
50-calibre hole in his leg.

I had to tie off an artery. It
took 60 stitches to close him up.

What were you hunting?
Elephants?

- Quail.
- Uh, you know, uh...

Doc, how soon can we
take him out of here?

He needs blood. I can't locate any AB
negative. It's a very unusual type.

He's a very unusual guy.

We'll get you the blood, and
then we'll take him out of here.

No, I'm sorry. He's not going
anywhere until I can stabilize him.

AB negative is a very rare blood type. We'll
be lucky if we can come up with a pint of it.

We happen to know a very rare
guy who has that type of blood.

How are we gonna get
Murdock up here?

Amy'll get him out of the hospital for us.
Can I use your phone, Doc?

Amy Allen, please.

Where are you guys? I
was getting worried.

We got in a firefight. We need Murdock. You're
gonna have to get him out of the hospital for us.

Me? By myself?

Just call him up and tell him,
"Red Ball One, bag is leaking."

- Got that?
- Come on, Hannibal. Let me in on it.

You just tell Murdock.
He'll know what to do.

We're in Bad Rock with a... a
doctor named Sullivan. Got it?

Got it.

Hello, Jack? This is Mo Sullivan.
Is the sheriff in?

Yeah, Mo, he's here.
I-I'll get him for ya.

Hey, Sheriff. Doc Sullivan's on the phone.
She wants to talk at ya.

You better answer the phone, Sheriff.
You ain't got much time left.

Ain't no way the Barbarians are gonna
let you put me on ice for the feds.

No way. You're in it, man.

You are in it bad.

Nobody's comin'
back for you, punk.

Yeah, Mo. What's up?

Uh, Hank, I could have
some trouble here.

A couple of guys brought somebody
into my house this morning.

- He's been pretty badly shot up.
- Is it this motorcycle gang?

The guy who was shot could be.

He's got a Mohawk and about two
tons of gold and bad manners.

I'll be over in a
couple of minutes.

Goin' over to Doc Sullivan's. Nobody
comes through that door but me.

Man, that old tub of lard
can't stand up to my boys.

We will eat that pig for lunch.

Gin.

Face!

Doctor, is he any better?

No. And he's not going to be...

until that other friend of yours
gets here and gives him some blood.

Doctor, we've got to ask your
confidence on this. Nobody can know.

As soon as he's well enough to
move, we'll get him out of here.

We'll pay cash... $5,000.
Is that enough?

I'm not interested in your money. I just
want to know what happened to my patient.

I haven't seen a wound
like that since Vietnam.

You were in Vietnam.

You must've been a captain. You'll
forgive me if I don't salute.

He's a colonel.

Freeze it... or lose it.

Raise 'em nice and slow.

Stick 'em up, Colonel.

Search him, Mo.

Nine-millimetre! It's nice.

No doubt about it. You're
on a cold streak here.

'Course you realize when we run these prints
through, we are gonna find out who you guys are.

I told you before,
we're ballet dancers.

That guy over at Doc's
is our choreographer.

Yeah, we had a nasty audience. I don't
think they liked our pas de deux.

Opened up on us from the first row with a.
50-calibre machine gun.

All right, let's go. Cover me.

Mm-hmm.

Punch these clowns
up on the computer.

Run their prints for
outstanding warrants.

All right! More dog
meat for the party.

You see, we're throwin' this little party.
Y'all are invited.

Who's the 200-pound cockroach?

He's in more trouble than you guys. Pulled
him over for speeding and ran his prints.

He's got outstanding warrants
for Murder One in two states.

You ain't gettin'
me to trial, man.

My boys are gonna come
in here and bust me out.

Oh, we'll get you there, Jenko.
Bet on it.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah,
this is Deputy Harmson.

I've got a couple of guys down here I
want you to run through your computer.

Waste of time, Deputy. We have
friends in very high places.

Lockdown. Lockdown.

Patient Murdock escaping from
video game and arcade room.

Pedal to the metal, sweetheart!

Okay. Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Oh, Sheriff, that was
Military Intelligence.

Would you believe they've been looking for them
two yahoos since the end of the Vietnam War?

No kiddin'? For what?

Robbin' the Bank of Hanoi.

They're gonna send some M.P. s over here. They
oughta be here some time late this afternoon.

Good. I don't wanna have to sit
on anyone but Sonny Jenko.

Well, listen. Military Intelligence said we
best keep our eye on that white-haired fellow.

That is John "Hannibal" Smith.
Colonel.

He's some kind of escape
artist or somethin'.

I mean, he already busted
out of Fort Bragg once.

Nobody's gonna break
out of my jail.

Come on, Colonel.
The Bank of Hanoi?

Yeah. We kinda liked
that one ourselves.

- Could say we had a yen
for some extra money.

Yeah, well, you"ll have a chance to
tell that all to the military court.

We have some M.P. s comin'up here to take
you guys back home to your stockade.

No offense, Sheriff, but
that's been tried before.

You 're not breakin'
outta here, Smith.

They already told us how you and
your guys broke out of Fort Bragg.

My jail's different.

Sheriff, you gotta be kiddin' about this
place. I could break outta here on horseback.

- Here you go, kid.
- Well, I'll take my chances, Houdini.

Wanna put some money on that?
Twenty dollars says he can do it.

Cro-Magnon there can
hold the money for us.

You got a real mouth on you, kid.
My boys break me outta here...

I'm gonna come over there
and shut it myself!

You expectin' company, Sheriff?
We might stick around.

Nobody's comin' back for that creep.
His gang's long gone.

And you're not goin'
anywhere, either, Colonel.

Uh, never underestimate
your enemy, Sheriff.

- Overconfidence is a real killer.
- I think General Custer said that.

Don't worry about me. Just worry about what you're gonna
say to the military court when they send you up for life.

I never worry. But if slimy
over there is right...

we could be taking
on a little water.

Gin.

All right! Now we got the sheriff cut off
completely from the rest of the world!

- Yeah.
- Let's go get Sonny.

We swing by Bernie's Café. We
pick up the rest of the brothers.

We go in and take that
town down to the sewers.

Crank 'em up!"

Okay, baby. I'll
see you tonight.

Oh, good. I'm glad you're back. I-I
was afraid to leave these guys alone.

That was Doc Sullivan. She's still trying to locate
some blood for that buddy of theirs that was shot up.

And once he's stabilized, we'll move him
in here and hold him for the M.P.s.

Mmm. What time are the
feds comin' by for Jenko?

Maybe tonight, early morning.

They got to, uh, swing by Sacramento
and pick up some extradition papers.

Hmm. You know, Sheriff, it... it
just doesn't seem right to me.

I mean, the Barbarians just lettin'us
take their boss away like that...

I mean, without even throwin'
a few rocks or somethin'.

The Barbarians are punks.
They don't have the guts.

Hmm. Well, I hope you're right.

All right, boys. It's
feedin' time at the zoo.

Everybody get up and let's
have a little lunch here.

Wake up, Colonel.
It's lunch-time.

- Oh, I'd, uh, forget the colonel. He went out to lunch.
- Oh... What?

Yeah. You really shouldn't
leave guys like us unattended.

Hey, Sheriff, get over here!

Damn! Let's go.

Uh, don't forget. You
owe me 20 bucks.

- Nice work, Hannibal.
- Thanks.

Set up the squad car.
I'll call...

That won't be necessary, Sheriff.
Now, keep your hands...

right where they are.

- Over there. Side by side.
- How did you get outta there?

Claustrophobia. Tight
places give me the creeps.

All right, gentlemen. Step
into our finest room.

No phones, no pool, no pets, but
you're gonna love your new neighbor.

Face, get over to the van.
Get on the radio.

- Murdock should be in range by now.
- Gotcha.

Hey, man, let me outta here. I'll make sure you got
a motorcycle escort all the way to the state line.

- No deal. I couldn't stand the smell.
- You're gonna pay for that, man!

I'm gonna cut you a cheque next
time I'm at the bank, man.

Sorry, Sheriff. We just don't get
on well with military police.

But as soon as I'm out of town, I'll drop the
keys to someone and have 'em get you out.

You're never gettin' away with this. Feds are coming, so
are the M.P.s. You'll never make it out of the county.

Maybe. But I gotta try.

It's something that stems
from my childhood.

I just gotta play against the house.
So long, lizard breath.

How much farther?

Five, 10 miles. Take
Junction 82 south.

What do you think happened?

I don't know. It was
supposed to be a simple gig.

There was no air
support, no nothin'.

Just spring some oil man's
son from his kidnappers.

But we got a "Red Ball
One." That's big trouble.

"Bag's leaking" means one
of the team took some lead.

Well, it couldn't have been Hannibal.
He made the call.

Nope. Hannibal's not
the one under the gun.

Um, give me that radio down
there, would ya, hot potato?

We should be in
range pretty soon.

Shootin' it out at high noon,
maybe we can raise the van...

pull the A-Team...
outta the can.

- Did you get 'em yet?
- No. They must still be out of range.

Keep workin' on it. I'll try to soften
up the doc before she calls in the heat.

- How do you feel?
- Feel pretty weak, mama.

Well, you'll be getting some strength
back as soon as we get you some blood.

What are you doing here? Aren't
you supposed to be in jail?

Sorry, Doctor. We're gonna have to do things my way. But
don't worry; I won't hurt you. How're you doin', B.A.?

- Hangin' in there?
- Real tired, man. Leg hurt bad.

- We'll get you home real soon.
- Nobody seems to be listening to me.

I told you, the man cannot be
moved until he gets some blood.

Will you get the fire out of your eye, Doc?
We got some blood on the way.

- Hannibal always comes through.
- Murdock'll be here right away.

- You're the same blood type. We'll do a transfusion and get you on your feet.
- Murdock?

- You're both AB negative, remember?
- I ain't swappin' blood with that sucker! He's crazy!

B.A., he's the only donor we have, unless
we're gonna get you into Cedars-Sinai.

You have very special blood.

I ain't gonna let you pump none
of Murdock's crazy juice in me.

- No way, man. He's nuts.
- No, he isn't, B.A. Not really.

This is Howling Mad, flyin'
high cover on the Red Ball One.

I'm comin' in low and
sideways to plug the bag.

A-Team in need, do you read?

Outta range. That's
kinda strange.

Uh, Murdock, what is
with all the poetry?

Yeah, I noticed that too.

I don't know what I'm gonna do. I got
my words, and my brain's workin' fine.

But when the words come
out, they want to... rhyme.

- Oh.
- Murdock, is that you? Come in.

This is your man, Howling Mad.
What's the buzz, Face?

Listen. B.A.'s been hit. We
need some of your AB negative."

There's a doctor's house on your
left as you come through town.

I'll be waitin' for you.

No need to wait, Face. I
think this is the place.

Okay, he's inside.

B.A., you lie still.

Man, I'm warnin' y'all for the last time.
I don't want this sucker's blood in me.

It's gonna make me
crazy just like he is.

It's not gonna make you crazy, B.A.
It's just gonna make you mellow.

You could even room with me at the V.A.
I'll have them bring in an extra bunk...

and you and I can
watch the walls melt.

- Hannibal!
- Lay off, will ya, Murdock?

Lay off what? This man has
a chance for greatness.

My bodily fluids are in great demand
by the finest minds of our time.

I give a fresh specimen to the V.A.
every week.

Worst that can happen is he starts
to hear things that he don't see...

and rhyme his words
just like me.

- Gonna get you for this, Face!
- What are you talking about?

Faceman messed up.
That's why I got shot.

That's why I need this sucker's blood.
Gonna make me crazy, just like he is.

That's why the
Faceman gotta pay.

Hannibal, I'll go get the
van ready to transport him.

Try and cool him down
for me, will ya?

My blood'll cool him
down for you, Face.

Gonna get you for this, Face.

I can feel myself
gettin' crazy already.

Yeah, first your ears
start to ring...

and then, every once in a while,
your eyes start to fog over...

and you start to
rhyme your words.

You're nuts, man. Who ever
heard of me rhymin' my words?

That's the craziest thing I ever heard.
My ears don't ring. I don't hear a thing.

- Uh-huh.
- Hey, wait a minute, sucker!

You see? Foam the runway!
B.A. is comin' in!

Let me know when your
eyes start to fog.

B.A., Murdock's blood is not
gonna do a thing to you.

Blood is blood. It's all the same.
You know, it's red...

No, it ain't. Mine is special. Once
upon a time, I didn't have a dime.

My head went crazy. They said I was
lazy, but I'm gettin' by, on the fly...

Murdock, knock it off! You're
diggin' my grave here with B.A.

Rock 'n' roll.

You know you shouldn't move him.

We have no choice.

I know it doesn't seem like it, Doc,
but we are the guys in the white hats.

Then why are you wanted
by the military police?

It's a long story, and no one wants
to listen. We're on the run.

If any of us get caught, we get
20 years in a federal slammer.

Uh, that's supposed to be some sort of macho
pass, and now I'm supposed to blush, right?

I don't make passes.

Or promises.

The mystery man just sort of
rides off into the sunset...

like the last reel
of Happy Trails.

Yeah. Somethin' like that.

But... in the meantime,
you'll have to wait.

Wait! Oh, that's real cute, Hannibal!
Let me out of here!

- Uh, I'll let you out of
there as soon as I can.

And if it helps any...

putting you in the closet
was not my first choice.

Oh, well, that's just real great! Meanwhile,
that's where I am! In the closet!

- I'm sorry, Doc.
- Hannibal!

Come on! Let me out of here!
Stop foolin' around!

- Murdock?
- Yeah, Colonel.

The local sheriff turned us
over to the military police.

They could be on us anytime. If
you see any heat comin' in...

I want you to peel off and
get Amy out of there.

♪ You in the army now You
not behind the plough ♪

♪ You never get rich
by diggin' a ditch ♪

♪ You in the army now ♪

Those creeps are probably here
to bust their boss out of jail.

- The sheriff's gonna be dog meat.
- Yeah, he is, isn't he?

- You know, I've been thinkin' about that.
- Me too.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I mean, he didn't do anything wrong, and it's
not nice to lock somebody up in their own jail.

Poor guy's just
tryin' to do his job.

- Turn in?
- Yeah. Gotta.

Face, pull in by that crane.

Right.

Amy, you stay with B.A.

Murdock, do you think you
could fire this crane up?

- If it had wings, I could fly it.
- Murdock?

- No problem, Colonel.
- Face, see if that cable will move to the other side.

- What are we doing?
- We're gonna slow these Barbarians down...

so we can get back to the sheriff
and help him dig in for the attack.

But aren't the military
police on their way?

Interesting, isn't it?

You guys are gonna have to move
these bikes 16 feet from this curb.

- That's state regulations, you know.
- Get your face outta here, worm!

Really? Okay, I'll
move 'em myself.

- Hey! Hey!
- What!

Hey! Get up there in that crane!
Get those bikes down!

All right, get those guys
up on their feet! Come on!

Don't just stand there!
Help 'em! Come on!

Well, I guess that should hold
them up for a couple of hours.

Well, how's my blood
brother doin'?

- I ain't your blood brother.
- Sure you are, brother.

You got Howlin' Mad's
blood in your veins.

You just wait till the
clouds catch fire.

It's gonna be like the Fourth of July!
My, my!

Hey, Hannibal, will you
make this sucker shut up?

That sheriff's gonna
be hard to deal with.

They get a little testy when you
lock 'em up in their own cells.

Well, Amy'll just smile at him.
Right, kid?

- Get his heart thawed out for us.
- Amy will what?

We all use what we got, kid.

Hey, Face, look at that
abandoned real estate office.

Could be a double for
the sheriff's office.

We might work a shell
game on these geeks.

Could. We are dealin' with
double-digit I.Q.'s here.

Ah, but that'll take some time, Hannibal.
We got M.P. s on the way.

We'd have to have a couple...
two, three hours in order to...

Ah, it's just a set dressing problem.
Nothing to it.

Amy, bring Dr
Sullivan back here.

I thought I was supposed
to charm the sheriff.

Uh, we better soothe
him a little first.

You came back.

- That's right.
- Okay, I'll bite. Why?

You were supposed to count to a hundred
and yell "Ready or not, here I come."

Now, Sheriff, if you're not
gonna play the game...

- we're gonna play in someone else's town.
- That's very funny.

The Barbarians are about
10 miles up the road.

There's 20 or 30 of 'em. They're
comin' back here on a garbage run...

to pick up this piece of trash.

- If I read 'em right, they're gonna take your town apart.
- All right!

Yes! Now we are cookin'! Now
things are lookin' right!

Sheriff, you ever seen the
Barbarians on a run, man?

It is beautiful! Beautiful!

'Course, we're a little hard
on cops and civilized women.

Hey, fat lip, button it!

I can blow you away right here.

I'm not a cop. I'm a fugitive.

And every now and then, I like to
drop the hammer on a piece of dirt.

You are nuts, man!

Well, what's your story, man!

Hi. I'm the blood lady.

I give blood to guys with holes in 'em,
and perhaps we can do business, muchacho.

Because I got a feelin' you're gonna be
leakin' from three or four holes in a minute.

Our rates are low.
It's $20 a pint.

We've got a special on...
if you buy in bulk.

Now, here's the deal.

We'll let you out and help you with the
bikers, and you forget you ever saw us.

If you let me out, what's to prevent me from bringing in
the National Guard and bustin' the whole bunch of you?

The Barbarians have
cut the phone lines.

The radio in our van can't
get over the mountains.

Which means yours
probably can't, either.

But you know that. We're kind
of in the same boat, Sheriff.

You read the printout on us. We
were a combat team in 'Nam."

We're weapons and tactics experts.
We enjoy a challenge.

- How much time we got?
- About an hour and a half.

I can't make a deal
with a wanted man.

I can't agree to have
fugitives protect this town.

- I'm a police officer.
- Sheriff, if I were you, I would not debate technicalities.

Sheriff, those
Barbarians are killers.

I mean, a lot of people in
this town could get hurt.

And we're locked up in here.

Okay, let me out.

First I want your handshake you're not gonna
pull down on us with your badge and gun.

A handshake isn't exactly
a binding agreement.

When you live on the edge, you
learn to make fast evaluations.

Your life depends on 'em. My take on you
is... your handshake is your bond."

Hey! Who's out there?

- Well, thanks a whole lot!
- Look, I know you're angry.

Lady, angry doesn't
even begin to cover it.

Tough. The Barbarians are
10 or 15 miles up the road.

They're planning to come in
here and burn this town down.

Hannibal and the others could've
gone on, but they came back to help.

So you were stuck in a closet
for an hour. Big deal.

How's my patient?

Better. He's starting
to growl again.

Barbarians, huh?

Well, that should liven up
the pace around here...

for a Sunday afternoon.

Nah, you're not gonna have to move Jenko. All
you gotta do is stuff a sock in his mouth.

Not move him? They're gonna roll
in here and shoot up this jail.

No, they're not. They're
gonna roll in here...

and shoot up that vacant real estate
office on the corner across the street.

- They are, huh?
- You betcha.

- Why are they gonna do that?
- Well, they're gonna do that...

'cause they're gonna think
it's the sheriff's office.

Gonna need speakers, man.
Big ones.

They gotta sound real good.

I'll do the best I can, but...

Hey, Faceman, when my blood
brother says he wants a...

I wanna be close to
the mechanical stuff.

But I'm gonna need somebody
to wheel me around.

Hey, hey, hey, I am a pilot!

I'm not a nurse's aide. I
respectfully refuse...

on the grounds that I'm
not strong enough...

to wheel this big, mean,
ugly mudsucker around.

Besides, I lost blood
and I feel faint.

You better do it, or I'll take the
rest of your blood the hard way!

Well, on the other... hand,
blood is thicker than water.

- What do ya say, Doc?
- Hank, what's happening?

Well, near as I figure, in about an hour
from now, we're gonna have our hands full.

That abandoned real estate office will
give us our best tactical advantage.

The best field of fire is in the church
steeple at the other end of town.

So we'll run 'em down there,
turn the grizzlies around...

and then run 'em through
a very special gauntlet.

If you ladies'll wait in the office,
the sheriff'll bring you some paint.

I'm gonna check out the church steeple. We
better get going. We haven't got much time.

- Put me down, fool! Put me down!
- Shut up!

Put me down! Slow it down, fool!

I don't understand.
A motorcycle gang?

That fella I got in jail, he's their leader.
They're comin' back to bust him out.

- Why don't you call for help?
- We can't. They busted all the phone lines.

- We're completely cut off.
- We're gonna need some hardware supplies.

But first I want you to get everybody
in town and tell 'em what's going on.

Then get the women and children in
vehicles and get them out of town.

- Jack here'll help you.
- Right.

Gonna need that metal platin'. And
get me some of this audio wire.

You know, I just love you.

We are brothers under
the skin, aren't we?

Come on, sucker! I ain't got
time for your crazy rap! Ooh!

- What are these for?
- Grills. They make great grills.

- Grills?
- I thought we'd have barbecued Barbarian for brunch.

Testing. One, two, three.

Hey, Sheriff, look.

Five thousand? It's
on a 110 line.

Packaging is
everything, Sheriff.

Here you go, B.A. A.44 for ya.

That still don't make
us even, sucker.

- Oh, come on, brother. Go easy on Face.
- I ain't your brother!

Let's get him in the
church steeple.

I just want you to know, you're a
welcome addition to my family.

Oh, shut up and get out of here.
Keep pushin'.

Push, push! Don't drop me!

That's all we have. What are you
gonna do with this toilet paper?

- Detour an access road.
- What?

Sheriff, if you ignore the obvious,
you can get away with anything.

- Not bad, huh?
- Hope it works.

- It'll work.
- B.A.'s in church.

And if you don't mind, Hannibal, sir,
I'd like to be up there with him.

At a time like this, one
should be with his family.

I understand, Captain,
but war is hell.

- You'll have to stay with the forward echelon.
- I understand, sir.

Face, you and Murdock put
up that paper wall...

then get a good field of fire
out of that joint there.

- Murdock, you know where you start.
- Yes, sir.

I sure hope this goes down
before the M.P.'s arrive.

Face, B.A., don't drop
the hammers on 'em...

till they're close enough
you can spit on 'em, okay?

Here they come.

Hey, Hannibal, here comes the meat.
They're hangin' a right on Main.

We've come for our brother Sonny! Let
him out, or we take this town apart!

You pigs want Jenko?

Then climb off your tricycles
and come in and get him.

You sound like you
wanna die, pig.

Nah, I just wanna squeeze you
marshmallows outta my town.

Now, come on. I'm in here.
Let's go.

Unless you muscle heads are just long
on tough talk and short on guts.

There's only two of you!
There are 30 of us!

I don't think you got the
gas to keep Jenko in there!

Maybe. Maybe not. But there's one
real easy way for you to find out.

You want him, you got him.

Let's go! First
door on your right.

And try not to drool on the rug.
We just had it cleaned.

You're gonna eat it, Sheriff!

And I'm gonna feed you to
the brothers for dessert!

Remind me to tip the waitress.

- They're leaving.
- Nah, just gettin' a running start.

Watch this.

Okay, Murdock, you're on.

Say, do any of you creeps
know the way to San Jose?

Catch me if you can!

Don't anybody move a muscle!
Don't even think about it!

And the winner of the
game would holler...

chicken!

Welcome to Bad Rock, pal.

- Thanks, Hannibal.
- No thanks. Just turn your back for a second.

What do you want me
to tell the military?

Well, if you hear from
a guy named Lynch...

tell him his mother
wears combat boots.

See ya, Doc.

Boy, is old Lynch gonna burn
after this one. He'll go cuckoo.

Yeah. I hear there's a lot of that
goin' around. Right, brother?

- I ain't your brother!
- Ah, come on, B.A. It worked, didn't it?

Murdock's blood might even add
a little colour to your life.

Don't need no colour.
Got enough already.

Plus I owe you one.
Then we be even.