All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S02E13 - The Maltese Cow (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]

You have
everything you need?

Well, enjoy your lunch.

You were given time.

I told them.
I will not pay.

This is only a start.

The Lung Chin says
you pay like everybody else.

Tomorrow at 2:00,
we'll be back.

Every Tuesday after,
the Lung Chin says
you pay $1,000.

Unless you can
afford a bodyguard
24 hours a day,

don't call the cops.

[groaning]

Dad, are you okay?

Yes.

But our partners,
they're not going to
like this at all.

Now, brace yourselves,
guys.

This could be
in the thousands.

Or if the damage
is that bad,
heads are gonna roll.

I can't believe
they did this.

They wrecked our restaurant.

Or what's left of it.
Let's take a look.

Somebody sat on our hat,
fellows,

and they made
a big mistake.

Face, run a tab on all this.
We'll get every penny back.

Sam.

It's Hannibal.

Oh, no. Look at this.

All that Waterford Crystal
I borrowed from
Universal premiere

at the Sheraton Hotel.

(B.A.)
You didn't borrow nothin'.

You stole it
about three or four years ago.

Poor folks was havin' a party
to celebrate their movie.

Now they gotta wind up
drinkin' champagne
out of paper cups.

I just wanted to do
something nice for Sam.

What, did you want him
to open this place

with plastic cups
and paper plates?

Mack Murdock was tired
of plastic cups
and paper plates,

and bleary-eyed broads
with yellow teeth.

This trip to Chinatown
was like a ride
on a neon horse.

The hot sounds,
the smell of grease
crashing in on him.

And he remembered Sam Yeng
and that night in Saigon

when he and the A-Team
huddled in the basement
of Sam's house,

and rocket fire
blew holes in the walls,

and it was scorched
into his memory.

What is this fool
talkin' about now?

You don't recognize that?
That's a bad Philip Marlowe.

I think Murdock's been
watching too many
Humphrey Bogart movies.

Yeah, you--you--you--you
tell 'em, Face guy.

You tell 'em.

You come.
The A-Team has come.

Thank you, Hannibal.

We owe you so much,
old man.

That's why we're here.

Sun,
are you all right?

Why don't you
sit down?

Thank you.

We will lose
the restaurant, I think.

We won't pay
protection money
to the Lung Chin,

so they came
and shot up our restaurant.

I called because
I have no one else
I can trust.

If I call the police,
they will kill us.

You did the right thing, Sam.

Yes, they even shot
Faceman's scammed crystal.

Nothing left.

Well, we set you up
in this place

because we owed you
a great deal.

The debt is paid.
I should not have called.

Not even the A-Team
can fight the Lung Chin.

Now don't make book
on that, Sam.

I mean,
if they walk on 2 legs
and they breathe air,

they eat dirt
and they do the chicken
just like everybody else.

The Lung Chin
is a Chinese tong.

They control everything
in Chinatown.

A tong? I thought tongs
were social clubs these days.

Not the Lung Chin.

Uh, they came from China
about a year ago

and they are
like the old tongs.

If one defies them,
they will not stop,

until they have extracted
the full penalty.

Well, the Lung Chin
has just taken on the A-Team.

Now, where do these guys
hang out, Sam?

You must not go,
Hannibal.

Uh, there are too many
of them, all around.

All armed
and all killers.

Father--

Tommy Chen,
her boyfriend,

is in the Lung Chin now.

He has become
one of them.

He was with the ones
who ruined this place today.

They forced him to join.

If he didn't,
they would have
killed his parents.

Okay, Sam.

Now, where do
these guys hang out?

Two blocks over,

in an office
above the laundry.

But you'll never get in,

because they have men
guarding everywhere.

Never say never,
old friend.

Come on, guys, let's go
pull this cat's tail.

(Hannibal)
Sam said
the Lung Chin headquarters

is just a couple of blocks
down here.

Oh, yeah? Terrific.

Assuming we can get there

without running into
one of Lung Chin's
roadblocks.

In case
you hadn't noticed,
Hannibal,

we have more eyes on us
than a truckload
of Idaho spuds.

He's right,
Hannibal.

Somethin' big
is about to go down here.

Don't worry.
We're just taking a nice,

slow, innocent little drive
down the street.

(Murdock)
Sure we were.

But somewhere around
this pagoda factory

something is closing
in on me right now.

(Murdock)
Something bigger.

Something maybe
we wouldn't find.

But something that was
ringing a lot of gongs

from one end of my gut
to the other.

If you don't shut up,
Murdock, I'm gonna ring
your gong for good!

(Murdock)
No matter how much cologne
I splashed on it,

you couldn't get away
from one fact:

this whole crazy caper
set Mack Murdock,

on the track
of the Maltese Cow.

[mooing]

[scatting]

I said shut up, fool.

You ain't Mack Murdock.
You're just crazy.

And from now on
you don't say a word,
you got it?

Save it, guys.

The Lung Chin headquarters
should be
just down the block here.

Second story
on your right.

I got it.

[camera clicking]

[horn honking]

Doorway on the left.

[camera clicking]

(Hannibal)
Pretty good little magic act,
huh?

Well, look at this.

[camera clicking]

(Hannibal)
A car on each corner.

(Face)
Probably carrying
lots of steel, too.

Yeah,
you can bet on it.

Still wanna go in
and demand our money back?

Let's go
around the corner.

See what our buddies do
if we change direction.

No, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Look at this, guys.

[camera clicking]

[tires screeching]

You like to take
pictures, buddy?

Hey, uh, that old guy
in the limo

must be a pretty
big cheese, huh?

You cops?

Hey, Jack,
you got a big mouth,

and you're asking'
a lot of questions.

And you're clumsy
with the answers.

You forgot to tell me
who the old guy
in the cemetery car is.

Push off, Jack.

Hey, the wood grips
match the plastic belt.

Nice, huh, Face?

A very fashionable ensemble.

If you're through
with the jokes,

you ought to
just pull out of here.

Just when we were
starting to get along.

Well, you got
a real nice block here.

Friendly guy.

Hey, Hannibal,
it's gonna take an army
to get in that place, man.

Or a plan.

Come on.
We got an appointment at 2:00.

Where's the guy
who runs this place?

He's out. May I help you?

We came to collect
what's due.

Oh. Uh, collections
are in the rear.

Go around the back.

[gun cocking]

Don't get smart
with me, mister.

Now, if you'd taken
the trouble to look,

you'd find that
I've got an eight-round 9 mm
pointed at you,

under the table.

Now, the question is,

which one of us
is gonna get hurt the worst
if we open fire?

Go ahead.
Try it, sucker.

Hey, B.A.

What is this?

Well,
where I come from,

we call it
locking the doors

on the sleaze balls

and turning the tables.

Catchy, huh?

Where's Sam Yeng?
He owes me money.

He's on his hang-glider.

He took the family with him.

Uh, Face, pay this meathead
what we owe him, will you?

Oh, uh,
yeah, right.

[dinging]

[grunting]

[grunting]

One, two, three!
One, two, three!

(Murdock)
The Lung Chin boys
were spilled over the linoleum

like a six-pack
of broken promises.

(B.A.)
Hannibal, will you
tell this fool to shut up?

You tell him...

[speaking Chinese]

Face, you forgot
to put the powder in it.

Yeah, I know.

So what do we do next,
Colonel?

B.A., see if those
fit a Pontiac outside.

If they do, it's our passport
to Lung Chin headquarters.

Hannibal, you really believe
they're gonna buy us as tongs?

They don't have to buy us.

All they have to do is rent.

[crashing]

(Hannibal)
Are you Tommy Chen?

Who are you?

Tommy,
they're my friends.

You have to help us.

It's not possible.

It is possible.

Face, get the front door.
Murdock, get the back.

That intersection
by the Lung Chin headquarters,

is an armed camp.

Now I know it's not
like that all the time,

so I figure something bigger
is going on.

Will you tell us
what it is?

I don't talk to cops.
How can you bring them here?

No, they are not cops.

You must trust me, Tommy.

(Hannibal)
We know

you didn't want to join
the Lung Chin, Tommy.

Let us help you.

Maybe we can even work it
so you two could get together.

What about my folks?

They'll be
in a lot of danger.

If you're worried,
close this place down.

Take a vacation
with them.

By the time you get back,

we'll have the whole
neighborhood
holding its chin up.

That's the best we can do,
but you gotta meet us halfway.

Look, I know
it's not much,

but it's a whole lot better
than lettin' that club
you're in

walk all over your life.

Please, Tommy.

There's a man
named Chris Thomas,

coming in at 4:00
on an oil tanker.

Pier 54,
down at the docks.

He's a mobster
that got deported
10 years ago.

(Hannibal)
Sounds like
he's getting homesick, B.A.,

and wants to get back
in to the business.

I don't know anything
about him.

All I know is the
Lung Chin's giving him
a new identity,

new papers, everything.

They're sneaking him
back in the country,

he lets them run
his LA drug operation.

That's what
Wan Chu told us.

That's the deal.

That's a big help, Tommy.

Now, listen,
be smart, vanish.

After this is all over,

you and Sun
have a lot to talk about,
and we owe you one.

(Tommy)
Maybe I'll owe you.

(Hannibal)
Face.

(Murdock)
Call it a fixation,

but the Maltese Cow
was haunting me,

its cryptic moo
beckoning me,

like the scent
of a cheap dancehall hostess.

Take it easy, Murdock.
We're almost there.

Did you get it?

(B.A.)
No. You got it, sucker.

(Face)
Hey, Hannibal.

I want to speak to the men
you are sending out today.

They will be here
for instructions
in 20 minutes, Wan Chu.

If this succeeds, Ling,

the future of your sons
will be secured.

(Hannibal)
No one move!

Back off.

(Face)
Hands on the table.

How did you
get in here?

I know a guy
who had some tickets
he wasn't using.

How dare you violate
the stronghold
of the Lung Chin?

You left
your garage door open, pal.

Now let's see you come up
with your money box.

Money box?

Huh. What?
Who are you?

(Hannibal)
Friends of the Golden
Pagoda Restaurant,

here to collect
what you owe for damages.

Plus repair costs,
general abuse,

this comes to about $11,000.

I suggest
you cough up the money,

because when we get mad,

we're just like bulls
in a china shop.

[speaking Chinese]

Tell them to drop their guns
and back up against the bush.

[speaking Chinese]

[speaking Chinese]

Let's see the money.

[speaking Chinese]

$1,000 notes.
Must be $200,000
in here.

We'll just take it all,
for now.

If there is anything left
after we repair
the Golden Pagoda,

and pay back all the people
you've been stealing from
around here,

then, uh,
we'll get it back to you.

Minus, of course, a, uh,
modest fee for our services.

I mean,
it's not like we're robbers.

(B.A.)
Now,
here's the new law, sucker.

We're closin' you down.

[scoffing]

By what authority?

You've got no choice, pal.

We'll vanish, we'll reappear.

You'll never know
when we're gonna hit next.

Murdock.

Now,

we want you
and your whole pond

of Peking ducks

out of this neighborhood
by 2:00 tomorrow.

And, pal,
I don't mean 2:05.

[banging]

[speaking Chinese]

We have two objectives
tonight:

Number one
is to ensure the safe arrival

of Mr. Thomas
into this country.

You have all been
instructed upon this task.

It will proceed smoothly.

Objective number two

is revenge for the insult

brought upon
the Lung Chin today.

The Golden Pagoda Restaurant
must be destroyed,

as well as all the people
who own it.

If such a threat to us
goes unanswered,

we will lose face,

and Mr. Thomas
will not let us handle

his drug business
in this city.

And he would be
a fool to do so.

You have your work.
Bring back success.

(Murdock)
The fog was as thick
as a linebacker's neck,

and the moon
wasn't saying much,
just watching.

Anything could happen
on a night like this.

Or maybe nothing.

Please tell this fool
it's daytime, it ain't night.

Murdock, it's day.
Make a note.

Now,
they're all there.

If we can catch Thomas
with the Lung Chin,
we bust their bubble.

But it's gonna be
a little difficult
to get there,

especially since
it's wide-open spaces.

It would help
if the guards were faced
in the other direction.

You know
what I mean, Face?

The other direction?

[coughing]

Uh, excuse me, fellows,

[coughing]
I'm, uh...
I hate to bother you,

but, uh, I'm looking
for the, uh,

[wheezing]

Felicity Cruises Tour Ship.

[wheezing]

Uh, yeah, uh,
Bud Pillsbury is, uh...

Yeah, Bud Pillsbury,
he's my tour director.

This is a fishing boat.

There is no Bud Pillsbury
around here.

A fishing boat?

[wheezing]

[coughing]
Are you sure?

Come on, Face,
do it.

I've got this...

[wheezing]

[gibbering]

Okay, let's go.

[wheezing]

You okay?

Oh, I've tried to take
a cruise for over six years.

You know,
kind of clean out my lungs.

Listen to me.

[wheezing]

And this is a good day.

At least for some of us.

Well, there better not be
any cops out there.
Because if there are,

I can maintain asylum
by staying right where I am.

You know,
Libyan registry covers me.

The Lung Chin
will take you safely
to the city.

And on
to your headquarters.

Can we carry that
for you?

This?

I'd like you
never to touch this. Okay?

[chuckling]

Drop it.

Up against the wall.

You, too, shorty.

Let's lose the rawhide,
cowboy.

I said let's lose it.

Oh, my... Face, it's the...

[guard screaming]

[screaming]

[yelling]

[grunting]

"Ai-ee" that, sucker!

[guard screaming]

[groaning]

[screaming]

[grunting]

What is that thing?

It's a piece of junk.

But it makes
a nice microfilm case.

Microfilm of what?

Let's go.

[car engine starting]

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

Freeze!

[guns cocking]

(Face)
I'm telling you,
it was a coincidence, Murdock.

It was a cow.

It could have been a dragon,
or a water buffalo,

or maybe some kind
of flying monster.

[mooing]

You guys won't get smart
and give us your names?

Oh, Mom said
to keep my name,

so I'll take
Mom's advice, thanks.

But we appreciate
the offer.

It was a cow.
A definite moo.

Exactly as I saw it
in my mind.

And don't try to
make me feel better, Face.

I know I'm supposed
to have a zany fantasy life,

but I have never
had anything jump out
of the woodwork

and give milk
like that.

It was scary.

I've encountered destiny.

Call Nichols in Psych.

Tell him we got
a man seeing cows
up in Sanders' office.

We may not have
your names, yet, buddy,

but we've got your prints.

So in a few minutes,
we'll tell you
what your names are.

What's the matter,

getting a little heat
'cause you missed Thomas?

We won't miss you.

Uh, we could give you
Chris Thomas.

Just give us the chance,
we'll give you the goon.

No.

I hear clocks ticking,
Hannibal.

There's the "our fingerprints
are gonna give us away" clock,

the "let's take Murdock
to the bozo barn" clock.

We have got to do something,
and fast.

Give me the locker room.

This is Lt. Sanders.

Um,

I just spilled some coffee
and a bear claw
all over my uniform

and I can't get down there
to grab the other one.

Yeah, yeah. Everybody
is nutso up here.

I mean they're going up
in flames

because they missed
the Chris Thomas bust.

(Hannibal)
Uh, listen, uh,

the Captain's coming in
in a minute,

and I don't wanna seem like
I got the shakes or anything.

So, have you got
somebody

that can run an extra uniform
up here for me?

Yeah?

That's dynamite, man.
You're a pal. Thanks.

I'd buy you some coffee,
only I'd probably
spill it all over you.

[chuckling]

Right.

Bye.

Everybody likes a good story.

[mooing]

Where is Sanders?

Well, don't ask me.

I mean, we're supposed to be
booked, right?

I suppose he's coming back
'cause he's gonna book us.

We are being booked,
right?

Well, tell him this is his.
He asked for it.

You can remember that?

Can ducks
play the blues?

Hey, Barney.

You know those four guys
they grabbed down
at the docks?

(B.A.)
Hey man, I don't like
doing this even in my dreams.

(Hannibal)
All right, follow me.
You, you, you.

Move it!

What's your hurry,
Officer?

You look like you
just got your first kiss.

Sorry. It's just that
they don't know
who they got upstairs.

Yeah, who's that?
The A-Team.

No kidding?

You know, those mercenaries
you always hear about
on the news shows?

Yeah.

I mean, these guys are hot.

And nobody upstairs knows
they're there yet.

I just got it
off the wire.

I love it,

when a plan
comes together.

Nice, huh, guys?

I don't wanna
ever hear anything

about me doing
bizarro things again,
Hannibal.

Now, that was crazy.

And I know
what I'm talking about.

We're so lucky
one of those cops

didn't recognize us
back there.

Hey, Hannibal,
you almost got us
put away for good, man,

being on the jazz.

Does get the heart going,
doesn't it?

[car engine starting]

[tires squealing]

Sun and Sam Yeng
have the van at the motel
we sent them to.

We'll go there first.

We get to the van,
we got firepower,

and we'll talk
to the Lung Chin

in a language
they can understand.

B.A.

Oh, Hannibal,
they got both my tires, man!

I'd been
a snoop-for-lease--

Murdock. Shh.

Something told me
to shut up.

Let's call it
instinct.

Check Sam and Sun.

[door creaking]

It's gotta be
the Lung Chin.

[mumbling]

"Death to the enemies
of Lung Chin."

What can I say?
One day I had
this gonzo headache,

and before it went away,
I could read
and speak Chinese.

And it was
a bad afternoon, too,
let me tell you.

What do you think,
Hannibal?

I don't like it.

But it sure fits in
with my plans for tonight.

You have been
extremely childish
with us, Mr. Yeng.

All we wanted was a little,

but your behavior
has forced us
to take everything.

Tommy!
Are you hurt, Tommy?

Be cautious
with your loyalty to him.

He has already
sold out the Lung Chin.

We should never
have given you the opportunity

to join the Lung Chin.

But we correct our mistakes.

As soon as your other friends
arrive to try and rescue you,

my soldiers will entrap them,

and shortly afterward,

we will get rid of all of you
at the same time.

Catch up on old times.

There will be no new ones.

[chuckling]

I'd like to know
what the hell
I've been waiting for.

You should have had me
in Chicago with my wife
by now.

We were concerned
with your safety,
Mr. Thomas.

Really?

You should have thought
of that a long time ago, pal.

You've got a contract
to fulfill if you want
your piece of the action!

Your change of identity
is now complete.

Driver's license,

charge cards,
and everything.

We run a great risk as well,
Mr. Thomas.

And now it is unsafe for us
to have you here any longer.

The men who were captured
at the boat know where we are.

So they could tell the police?
That's wonderful.

If the police come,
we, as good citizens,
merely let them in.

To fight them
would be suicidal.

You must leave while you can.

How do I know
you're not setting me up?

They know where you are.

And they got
plenty of witnesses.

Maybe you made
a deal with them.

Mr. Thomas,
let's try it another way.

I will accompany you,
with an escort,

on the first leg
of your journey
out of this city.

I will risk my life
as much as
you are risking yours.

Does that satisfy you?

No! But it will do.

(Thomas)
So where's our escort?

We'll pick him up
at the corner, Mr. Thomas.

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

(Hannibal)
Get out of the car.

Follow him. Move it!

Move it!

[tires screeching]

(Thomas)
Who are you guys, anyway?

Never mind that.

Where's Sam
and Sun Yeng?

Alive.

You better hope so,
sucker,

or I'll break you up
like chopsticks.

Come on.

Murdock?

(Murdock)
Yeah?

Everything ready, Murdock?

Artillery set
to go boom-boom, Colonel.

What's that thing?

These are our cannon.

Well,
you're never gonna stop them.

We stopped you.

Never can tell.
We could be on a roll.

Gentlemen,

we're gonna have
a good old American
Fourth of July.

That way! That way!
That way!

[speaking Chinese]

[guard speaking Chinese]

[guns firing]

[explosion]

[fireworks hissing]

(B.A.)
Over here, sucker.

Drop your guns.

You can fish for tuna
on the other side
of the concrete.

Now move it!

[coughing]

That's it, pal.

Hit the deck!

[crashing]

[Murdock exclaims]

Well, well, well. So much
for your Maltese Cow, Murdock.

That looks to me like,
uh, Maltese microfilm.

Right, Thomas?

Yeah,

the guy's out of the country
for about 10 years,

and he comes back
to the good old U.S.A.

to start up
his old action again.

Now what would he want
with microfilm?

A list of names.

I mean, uh,
some old phone numbers.

Some of those
great guys out there,

stuffing people
in pencil sharpeners
for a living.

Underworld contacts,
huh, Thomas?

(Hannibal)
Oh, come on, Chris,
don't be so depressing.

I mean,
it's gonna be fun.

You'll get to meet
a bunch of great guys
in uniforms,

get your picture taken,
get some new gray clothes.

Hey, the food is great.

All that starch is terrific
for your system.

[mumbling]

Oh! Incidentally, uh,
that little tape you had,

it'll be following you
around.

I mean, we just wanted you
to know that.

I mean, we wouldn't wanna do
anything behind your back.

We care about your feelings.
We really do.

He was just one more
hard-boiled set
of psychopathic urges,

under a bad haircut.

But even he knew
he was going to a house

where chess games
lasted for 40 years.

Hey, man, we're here.
Let's dump the jerk.

(Face)
Hey, man, we're right in front
of the police station.

This isn't exactly safe.

What was, I wondered?
Life? That's rich.

Set them up and tell me
another one, buddy.

You wanna know
what's safe in this life?

Sitting in church
and eating
a lot of raw fiber.

The rest?
Well, you take your chances.

(B.A.)
Grab him, Face.

[tires screeching]

It's Chris Thomas.

(Murdock)
Oh, come on, B.A.

Everything
turned out okay.

And look, look,
see?

I'm off, I'm off
that Mack Murdock kick
for good.

I mean,
at least I think I am.

It was just
another passing phase
I was going through.

Like--like that time
I--I thought

I was a plaid jacket
named Willy.

Hannibal, you better
tell this fool somethin'
before I hurt him.

Oh, no.

Uh, B.A. No.

[Murdock screams]

Murdock's right,
though.

Uh, everything
is okay now.

The restaurant's
in one piece.

I'm glad to see it.

Here,
let me get that for you.

Thanks, Face.

It's nice,
isn't it? Hmm?

And it's gonna be nice
to see those profits
come rolling in again?

Yeah, that's okay.

And, uh, incidentally,

didn't we clear a little bit
for the Team this time?

Yeah, well, uh, after repairs
to the restaurant here,

oh, and the, uh,
fireworks warehouse,

and the repayment
of protection money

to the shop owners
in the area, yeah.

Well, we bagged
$1,050 each.

Well, it's nice to see
a little profit
every now and then.

Gross.

Now,
after FICA, security,

uh, group medical
deductions--

Face. Uh, Face, never mind.

I'd rather use
my imagination.

Well, uh, now
that I've ruined your day,

I have a date.

Have a great time.

Well, have things
improved for you two?

Much.

Tommy and I are sort of
getting back together.

I want her to be my wife,

but she's thinking it over.

I really appreciate
what you did.

I'm not sure I would have
handled it right without you.

[chains jangling]

Pretty please
with sugar on top?
No? Okay.

Pretty please
with sugar on top
and whipped cream

and those little bitty oranges
you cut up in flowers on top.

And meatballs.

All right!

What?

I said, all right.

If you wanna talk,

we'll talk.

But first thing you do,

you gotta promise me
to shut up.

[mumbling]

Now,

that night there was
a new private eye in town.

And his name was
B.A. Baracus.

Right now, he's lookin' down
at the Maltese Fool,

thinkin' maybe
he ought to break his arm

and cause him serious pain.

[mooing]