All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S02E07 - The Taxicab Wars (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

(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]

(dispatcher)
Lone Star 1, pick up a fare
at 2367 Delaney Street.

He'll be by the warehouse.

This is Lone Star 1,

sounds like
another setup, man.

Maybe I should call
the police,

have them
meet you there.

The cops already think
we're a bunch of crazies.

Call Kathy and Shelley.
E.T.A. ten minutes.

(Cal)
Lone Star 3 and 4,
I'm sending one

to the alley behind
2367 Delaney Street.

Run on over there

and make sure
he doesn't have an accident.

E.T.A. 10 minutes.

You guys ready?

Yeah. We're
on Mission Street.

Bring him to us.

(Strike)
Right.

He's alone.

I don't think
he works for Love Cabs.

I've never seen him before.

Okay. I'll pick him up.

Stay there for a minute.

Okay.

Three of you.
Boy, that's service.

We've been having
a little trouble

with a rival cab company.

Where to?

2616 Mission.

Hop in.

It's okay.
Thanks for the backup.

So,
what kind of trouble?

Nothing
we can't handle.

Kind of quiet
down here.

What kind of business
are you in?

Sales rep
for an iron works.

Got to pick up
some samples.

Driving out to
Modesto tonight.

Oh, yeah?

It's right up here.

You mind waiting?
I'll be right back.

Run the meter.

Okay.

[car engine starts]

You're down
to three cabs.

When are you
people gonna learn?

Nobody hands me into the
Transportation Commissioner.

And nobody works
my neighborhood

unless I let them.

It's a free country.

It's a free country,
except where my cabs run.

Give Mr. Hart here
a taste of freedom

on Mission Street.

Torch the cab.

[grunts]

[siren wailing]

[siren wailing]

[Kathy sighing]

(Kathy)
They must've put
sand in the gas tank

while I was parked
in front of a hotel.

Look, I told you
don't get out of your cab.

Come on, Cal,

the fare was a little
old lady in a walker.

She needed help
inside.

I was only gone
for a minute.

Well, the Lone Star
Cab Company

is out of business,
guys.

We're down
to two hacks.

Poor Tom's in the hospital
for at least a week.

It's over.

Our little partnership
has been dissolved.

We can file this
business under "nice try."

It's just too bad

we couldn't
locate the A-Team.

You know, I thought
I had a line on them, too.

I went to that
laundry last night

like the guy said.

This old Chinese dude
was there.

He said they'd
contact us within 48 hours.

Huh. Of course,
when I mentioned

we were broke,

he seemed to lose
some of his interest.

We shouldn't
have turned Crane in

to that Commission.

He was fixing meters,
dealing dope out of his cabs.

He bribed somebody.
He beat the case.

(Kathy)
We didn't even slow him down.

He's got more
ex-cons in his garage

than they've got
at Terminal Island.

Hey, we did
the right thing, man.

The guy is a slug,

and somebody
had to stand up to him.

Yeah.

(Face)
Uh, watch the paint
on my new car.

Harold, you stay
in the car.

Harold?

I understand
this building is for sale.

I am Clarence Wickersham III.

I own nine buildings
on this block.

Yes, sir.

Kind of helps himself,
don't he?

[laughs]

Yes, I'm fixing to buy
the whole block.

You haven't got rats,
have you?

I can't stand rats.

Don't see any up here.

I'm gonna put in
a shopping mall,

theater, bowling alley,
skating rink, supermarket.

Well, this is
the Lone Star Cab Company?

Where are all
your taxis, honey?

We had six.

But we've been
on a run of bad luck.

We're down to two.

Once we get the sand
out of our gas lines.

You're
a fine-looking woman.

[screams]

And you got
good electricity.

Glad to see it.

Mr. Wickersham,
do you mind?

We've been run
out of business

and we're not in the mood
for this right now.

Do you see that ring?

My daddy gave me that ring

and he gave me
a business philosophy.

And I've been using
that philosophy

ever since I sold
aluminum siding

out of a pick up truck
in Niagaoushus, Texas.

Look, spare us.

And that philosophy is,
if somebody is pushing you,

you just push back
a little harder.

Yeah, we're slightly
outnumbered here.

Good-looking office.
Outnumbered!

Why, there have been
times in history

when two or three good men
could hold off a whole army.

You take Romulus and Remus.

Why, they held off
a whole army

just because they held on
to one little old bridge.

I suppose you can
have a competitor

who hires ex-cons
to drive cabs.

Just like that.

Look, you don't understand,
they rig meters.

So what?

They don't care about
firebombing our cabs.

I'll take care of them.

Police can't help
until we catch
him in the act.

We haven't been
able to do that.

We're out of money.
It's over.

You're out of money,
huh?

Yeah, money.

Well, I might just be willing
to loan you some money

for 10 percent ownership
of your company.

You'd do that?

Is it a deal?

[sighs]

Yeah.

What have we
got to lose?

Well, you could lose
your life.

My daddy used to say,
"The life without danger

"is just like
a house of ill-repute

without the naked ladies."

Uh, look,
we accept your offer.

Good.

Come on in,
they're okay.

[brakes screech]

Who are
these people?

Lady and gentlemen,

may I present
the A-Team.

They came.

B.A. Baracus,

(Hannibal)
Faceman,

"Howling Mad" Murdock,

and Amy Allen.

Now, the Lone Star Cab Company
is back in business.

All we have to do is
get some cabs to run.

Right.

Okay, now that Lone Star
is out of business,

I want you to bring
the new cabs

from the plant
in Torrance.

Call Mike,

have him recondition
the ones we've got now,

and we'll put
those three new ones

on the street tonight.

Got it.

Who's this?

Billings.

I knew him in Soledad.
He just got out.

He's looking
for work.

Does he know the score?

(Ryder)
Yeah, I told him.

He knows about
the meter scam.

And if we need muscle,
he'll play ball.

I mean, he was in for
assault and armed robbery.

Okay, Hal, you're in.

But if you get popped,
you don't talk

'cause I got contacts
on the inside, too.

I'm no punk,
Mr. Crane.

I hold my ground
real good.

Put him to work.

Ryder, we want those cabs
on the street tonight.

So get out to Torrance,

pick them up,
and hit the streets.

You got it.

He'll work out.

[engine revving]

(Face)
I don't know about this,
Hannibal.

I--I just never saw
myself driving a taxicab.

I mean as part of the A-Team,

I'd like to go to exotic,
romantic places.

[sighs]

Tarzana, somehow,
just doesn't qualify.

I love Tarzana.

I used to bring
my girlfriends here

to watch the chimneys
on the factories smoke.

And now, I have returned
with a secret identity.

I don't know
quite what it is yet,

but I'm sure it will
thrill and amaze us all.

Oh, how I wish B.A.
was here to shut you up.

(Hannibal)
He is busy in the paint bay.

Now don't get
too close, Amy.

I don't know, Hannibal,
stealing these cabs,

we could get arrested
for grand theft auto.

Maybe I could be
a dispatcher.

Being a dispatcher
wouldn't be

as bad as being
a driver.

I feel a new identity
coming on. I feel it.

(Murdock)
Yes.

From the front
seat of his cab

with his faithful companions,
Hannibal, Faceman, and Amy,

he will lead this war
against injustice.

I have a feeling

I'm really gonna
hate this one, Murdock.

(Murdock)
...comes, fighting
for the rights

vanquisher of evil.

He's the protector
of the innocent

and the revenger
of the downtrodden.

[tires screeching]

What is that?

It's Captain Cab.

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

This is Ryder.
We just lost all our cabs.

Somebody just stole them all
right off the back
of the truck.

(man)
What?

We're on Tarzana Street.
They're heading west.

All Love Cabs,
this is Strike.

We've been hit.

Three of our new cars
have been stolen.

They're heading west
on Tarzana Street.

Everybody, I mean,
everybody get over there.

[tires screeching]

(Hannibal)
Everything ready, B.A.?

Yeah, man. Let's do it.

I am returning to
Tarzana to right

several wrongs
occurring here lately.

Please, Murdock, not now.

Yea, you're gonna
hate this one, B.A.

I, uh, think

he's building up to
a mask and a cape.

Yes. Captain Cab

has a secret identity
posing as a mild--

Shut the rap, Murdock.
We got work to do.

This is Hal.

I'm heading over
to Adams Street.

Nothin' so far.

This is
the fast-drying paint,
huh, B.A.?

It's the fastest.

(Murdock)
...veterinarian with
the talking puppies,

he fights against
the forces of evil.

(Hal)
This is Hal.

You ain't gonna believe this,

but there are three new
Lone Star cabs down here.

(Murdock)
People all over the city
look to the roads in awe

and ask what is happening?

The answer is simple:

Captain Cab has returned

to Tarzana.

[Murdock exhales]

Hey, Murdock.

You had the last shift
in this cab, right?

Captain Cab was
in this vehicle, sir.

And he's gone.

But in his absence...

Let me explain.

Hi, I am Dr. Vern,
veterinarian.

And this, is my
talking dog Socki.

[barking]

This is
my talking fist.

His name is Knock-Out.

Do you want to
hear Knock-Out speak?

No.

All right, we're
gonna be sharing this cab,

but I don't like
paper wrappers in my cab.

And I don't like you
sticking pencils in the seat.

Uh, everybody does it, B.A.
Cabbies all over the world

stick their pencils
in the seats

and in the dashboards
of their cars

and Captain Cab
has a responsibility

to live up to
those traditions.

You tell Captain Cab
if he do it again,

he and his dog Socki

are gonna meet
my talking fist.

Uh, correction.
That is my dog.

But I, I--I will
pass it along.

(Hannibal)
Amy, you got the radio.

B.A., you got the hotels.

Face, you got the east side.

Uh, can I have
Restaurant Row?

Uh, better class
of people.

Secretaries on their
lunch break,

early discotheque crowd.

Well, I was supposed to
be on the radio.

Hannibal, I don't
have the right clothes

for this kind of work.

Face, what do you
got in mind?

Nothing.

Okay, Murdock,
you take the east side.

Great.

You may have
the east side of town, pal,

but I suggest
you get in touch

with your friend,
Captain Cab.

Look, I--I have no connection
with this Captain Cab.

I mean, there are those

who think
we look quite similar.

But I, however,
see no similarity.

[growls]

(Hannibal)
All right, let's mount up.

Show those goons
that we're still in business.

It's gonna be
dangerous.

Any call you get
could be a setup.

I certainly hope so.

[car engine starting]

[tires screeching]

I feel like we're
letting them

fight our battle
for us.

Well, you
couldn't have picked

a better
bunch of guys.

(Amy)
Lone Star 4, you've got
a fare at the Y.M.C.A.

Y.M.C.A.?

Now listen, Amy,

give that to
Captain Cab, will you?

I don't do pickups
at men's organizations.

Hair salons,
fashion boutiques,

(Face)
any place
a pretty girl can be found.

Face,
you're the closest.

Uh, what's that, Amy?
You're fading out.

Okay.

There's a pickup,

a Miss Tina Lavell,
at Tip Top Casuals.

On my way.

Tina Lavell, sounds good.

This is Love 20,
I'm at the Plaza.

I got two heading

for one of those
Lone Star cabs.

(Deke)
What do you want I should do?

You got anybody
with you?

Uh, two other cabs.

I want them
off the street.

All right.

Ahem, excuse me,

uh, this cab
is out of service.

No, it isn't.
Yes, it is.

No, it isn't.

Oh, you're a big one,
aren't you?

To be more to the point,
I'm a mean one, sucker.

[screaming]

Get in.

Where are you heading sir?

Uh, the--the airport,
please.

[tires screeching]

I'm heading
eastbound on Century.

He's big.
Get me some help.

Excuse me,

would you mind telling me
what's going on?

It's a war. Us against them.

War?

Yeah. But don't worry,
you're in the winning cab.

Huh.

Amy, this is B.A.

I'm heading eastbound
on Century Boulevard

and I'm being followed.

Hannibal,
B.A.'s in trouble.

He's got
a fare on Century.

(Amy)
Three Love Cabs in pursuit.

Sounds perfect.

(Hannibal)
Face, did you copy that?

(Face)
Sure did, Hannibal.

We'll get there
on the double.

[tires screeching]

Where are you
going?

Uh, there's a little
trouble over on Century.

Uh, I'll let you out
if you want.

And lose you?

Not on your life,
you big hunk.

[laughing]

[grunting]

Hannibal,

(B.A.)
those fools
are crashing my car.

(Hannibal)
Keep your shirt on, B.A.

I'm only a block away.

[tires screeching]

(Hannibal)
Now I've got one on my tail.

Come on, Face, I need you.

(Face)
Here I come, Hannibal.

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

Hannibal, allow me to present
Miss Tina Lavell.

How do you do?

[chuckles]

We were just on our
way to the Regency.

Oh, forget the Regency.

I'd like to buy you
two dreamboats a drink.

War is hell, Miss Lavell.

Besides,
cab drivers never drink.

So, Hannibal,
what now?

Well, I think
we've softened them up.

I know you want to
get to the airport, sir,

but I'm trying,
man, trying.

We're not riding
in this cab!

I'm trying.

[woman sighing]

Where to?

The airport.

You know that man
is quite mad.

Well, little fella,

it looks like
we didn't make this one.

We'll--We'll get there
next time.

Ah, don't worry,
Captain Cab,

we're on
the trail of right.

Helen, I think next time,
we'll just stay in London,
hmm?

(Cal)
I wish I'd been there
to see it.

How many of their cabs

did you guys
manage to destroy?

It's, uh, not the number
of cabs that counts.

It's the quality
of the impression

that you make.

Hey, man, we didn't
do nothing but lose.

That's the impression
that we made.

[snorting]

(Murdock)
It's fine to sit here
and discuss old victories.

But Captain Cab is
getting ready to roll,

and as his trusty
canine companion,

I suggest it's time
we deliver our warning.

For a warning must
be delivered first

before Captain Cab
can seek to avenge injustice.

Hi. I'm Vern,
veterinarian.

Have you seen my
old chum, Socki?

[roaring]

Never mind.

Are you sure
he's okay?

I mean, he doesn't
seem quite normal.

That sock
is telling the truth.

He's absolutely right.

It's time for Mr. Crane

to learn his
days are numbered.

Amy, you got that info?

(Amy)
Crane lives
on Crescent View Drive.

The security
there is very tight.

I think it's gonna be
hard to get to him.

I think we're gonna be
better off

trying to take him
at one of his clubs.

He's got a golf membership

and he belongs
to a tennis club.

No, I think we'd
shake him up more

if we got him at home.

Uh, how are we
gonna do that?

He wouldn't listen to us.

But I'll bet he'll listen
to Clarence Wickersham III.

(Face)
Hannibal, this is really
making me nervous.

(Hannibal)
What's the matter?

What's the matter?

We're taking my
brand-new car into a situation

where it could get
shot up.

I like to take good
care of it, Hannibal.

I'm real sentimental.

Well, don't worry.
If things get rough,

I'll have them
shoot around it.

Very funny.

Hey, what's that?

Beaut.
Where'd you get it?

Cal Freeman.

Pretty.

No, no, no, no,
you don't.

You got B.A.'s
frequency meter.

Hi there.

Yeah?

Mr. Clarence Wickersham III,
from Dallas, Texas,

to see Mr. Crane.

Is he expecting him?

I am the new owner
of the Lone Star Cab Company.

Don't waste my time,
sonny.

Get your boss
on the phone.

I don't understand

why you had to do this
in character, Hannibal.

Unless of course
it's because

you haven't had
an acting job in a while.

Is that it?

No.

If I can convince Crane,

there's a new
big-money player in the game,

he might just pay up.

I think, we've got to give
him the opportunity

before we take him
and his company apart,
don't you?

Why not?

Okay, you can go on up.
They're opening the gates now.

Thank you.

Did you get
the frequency?

23.6.

That's an oddball
frequency he's got,

but they fit security.

Good. Get B.A.

Tell him we're
waiting on him.

B.A.,
your frequency is 23.6.

We'll signal you in.

[birds chirping]

Okay, get out.

You're short on manners,
aren't you?

Hey, pop, get out.

What's this?

I have a heart condition.

Pacemaker.

Very good.

(Strike)
You came to see Mr. Crane?

You get five minutes.
He's around back.

I've got to take
my nephew, Harold.

He's a little retarded
but he is a nurse...

Retarded?

...and a notary public.

If your boss
and I make a deal,

Harold can make things legal.

Uncle Clarence--

Shut up, Harold.

(Hannibal)
He's a good nurse

but he won't eat supper

unless he wears
his football helmet.

(Face)
Football helmet?

Never should've mentioned it.
See what I mean?

He wanted to wear
it out here today.

[clears throat]

Okay,
who are you?

I am
Clarence Wickersham III

and this is my nephew,
Harold.

So, what do you want?

I'm the new owner
of the Lone Star Cab Company.

You've been
causing us some trouble.

[sighs]

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Is that right?

My associates
tell me

that you are responsible
for the destruction

of a large number
of our taxicabs.

I am here to suggest

that you make restitution
for those vehicles.

Oh, you are, are you?

Yes, sir,
and I've kept a count.

Harold, pay attention.
Give the man the numbers.

Hi, how are you doing?

That's $160,000 plus interest,

since the date
of the accidents

of $33,000, for a grand total
of $193,000.

I love your suit.

I'm not paying you a cent.

I was afraid
you'd act like that.

Now, I am a man of
fundamentalist upbringing.

I never go to the authorities.

So your failure to pay up
will cost you

an equal number of vehicles.

A biblical solution,
I think you'll agree.

Ryder, Strike,

teach the Kentucky colonel
here and his pretty friend

what happens to people
who threaten me.

Pretty friend?

Take them to the edge of town
and wrap them up in blankets.

[groaning]

Harold!

I--I got it.
I got it.

What is he doing?
What's wrong with him?

It's his
heart condition.

[groaning]

I need to readjust
his pacemaker.

He, uh, refuses to
have an implant,

so I have to tape
it to his chest.

(B.A.)
That's it. Let's go.

This is some kind
of signaling device.

Well, now, Harold,

did you tape the wrong device
to my chest?

No wonder I've
been feeling poorly.

Get them out of here.

[tires screeching]

[gun firing]

Drop them
or you're dead.

Now,

you want a deal,
call me in an hour.

If you don't,

you better watch
what streets you drive

because the Lone Star
Cab Company

is going on the warpath.

We're not taking
any prisoners.

[tires screeching]

How could you bums
let them get in here, huh?

This is garbage.

I don't know.

They had the
front gate frequency.

How could they get the
front gate frequency?

It's reset every day.

I don't know.

Okay, okay.

If this guy wants a war,
he's gonna get a war, huh?

It's hard to make
a living in this town.

Hmm. Where's Vern,
the veterinarian?

Vern and Socki
decided to stay home.

(B.A.)
Hey, Murdock, let's go, man.

It's time to roll.

Hi, guys. Hi, guys.

Hi, guys.

What's in the bag,
man?

Nothing, nothing, nothing
but personal belongings.

Now, B.A.!

He's got a cape and a mask
in here, Hannibal.

This fool is gonna
drive around in his taxi

with a cape
and mask on.

B.A., I want
that back.

No cowl, Murdock?

You were gonna do
Captain Cab without a cowl?

Hannibal, I wanted a cowl.
I really did.

I just couldn't
figure out how to make it.

You shouldn't
encourage him, Hannibal.

He's gettin' worse.

Now, get out of here,
Murdock.

If I catch you

wearing a sheet
around your neck again,

or talking
to your socks,

I'm gonna split your
personality permanently!

Captain, you're
gonna have to do

this mission
without a cowl.

Right, Colonel.

Fool's cutting out
sheets.

I just hope it works.

Don't worry, Amy. It'll work.

All Hannibal has to do

is lead them back here,
and we'll do the rest.

Come on, y'all,
we got work to do.

Lone Star 2,
how's it going out there?

It's quiet out here.
Too quiet.

I always
wanted to say that.

[chuckles]

Murdock,
this is Lone Star 1.

You got your ears on?

Uh, Murdock here.
I'm with you, Hannibal.

Okay, you know where
to go and what to do.

Uh, you got it. A big 10-4.

We'll give it
a few more minutes

and go on in.

No, I don't know, Hannibal.
I--I have this strange feeling

Murdock is out
there somewhere,

cutting up sheets,
talking to his socks.

Face, don't tell me
that B.A. got to you.

Well--

I'd risk my life
with Murdock any day.

He's solid.

He's just
a little different.

Different?

[sighing]

(Strike)
Love Cab Company dispatch.

This is
Clarence Wickersham III.

Hold on.

[phone beeping]

Yeah?

I hope, sir, that you
have the money ready

that we discussed.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You're not getting
anything from me.

Well, then I assume our
negotiations are concluded?

That's right.

(Hannibal)
Then I might leave you
with this little story.

There was an old brown fox

that used to
sneak into a barn

and steal chickens.

Every night he'd
go sneaking in there

and steal a chicken.

I don't have time for this.

Then one night

he sneaks into the barn
and gets his chicken,

but the barn catches fire.

Now, he runs this way
and that,

but finally he is consumed
by the flames.

Now the point of the story,
Mr. Crane, is this.

Stealing chickens
ain't hard.

When the place is on fire,

getting out of
the barn is what counts.

It's time to knock over
Mr. Crane's henhouse.

All right.

This is Lone Star 1.
I'm going in.

(Amy)
Good hunting.

[gun loading]

Face?

Lone Star 2.
I'm on his wing. Out.

You're going
out there.

Anything with a black star,
I want put out of commission.

[tires screeching]

[gun firing]

I've had it.
I'm doing this one personally.

Give me that.
Let's go. Get in the car.

[tires screeching]

Where are you?

Captain Cab
will not be daunted.

[clicking]

Oh, well.

It is simply another talent

that Captain Cab
hasn't learned yet.

That's $193,000, chum.

Count it carefully.

[exclaims]

[tires screeching]

[gun firing]

Why is that maniac
shooting up his own cab?

Because, Hannibal,
he thinks

they belong to
Clarence Wickersham.

Isn't that beautiful?

Get us out of here.

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[engine idling]

All right,
everybody out of there.

Drop your
weapons on the ground.

Put your hands
behind your heads.

Don't be foolish!

You can't get away
with anything.

Not with Captain Cab
on the job.

Did you get the cash,
Murdock?

It's in the car.

Somebody call the cops.

You're out of business,
Mr. Crane.

Last time I heard,
it was against the law

to bust into
somebody's garage

and try to kill everybody.

(B.A.)
Let's tie them up, man.

I didn't want it anyway.

Didn't make it
out of the barn,

did you, sonny?

So the quarterly statements
will be sent

to this mail drop
every three months

along with our
percent of profits.

All right with you,
Hannibal?

Sounds fine.
Okay with you, Cal?

Are you kidding?
That's terrific.

Look, I'll send
the statements.

(B.A.)
Come on, man, let's go.

Let's cut the rap, huh?
Come on.

Good luck to you.

Hannibal,
thanks for everything.

Look, I--I got
to get rolling. See you.

Hi there.

Hi.

Uh, look, if I have

any trouble
with the statements, uh,

why don't I
just call you?

Why don't you?

I will.

Okay.

[sighs]

Let them wait.

Forever.

I, for one, think

that this turned out
pretty darn well.

It's not easy
being a talking sock.

We're often abused,

forced to live inside
old smelly boots.

But I have found new friends.

Vern and Captain Cab are nice,

but I've decided
to switch orders

to become the companion
of this big, angry,

mud-sucker named, B.A.

along with his
talking fist, Knock-Out,

and the A-Team.

I will continue
to fight crime

wherever I find it.

And I'll trample
the sock abuse

throughout the world.

Where is that big,
angry, mud-sucker?

Oh, here he comes now.

I--I can hear his gold
rattling.

Watch out!

(B.A.)
There's a fool.