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-I have insurance.

-Not the kind we have, Pop.

-Now that's my whole week's.

-Interest, brother.

-These guys are taking money
from these people.

In exchange, they're not
destroying their shops or

hurting their families.

-We did not come here to
drink, Herr Struthers.

-What did you come here for?

-Garbage.

Dirty garbage.

-The thing I like about the
A-Team is you get a chance at

some diversity.

Career diversity!

-We're garbage men, fool.

-Wipe out this neighborhood and
flush it down the sewer.

-They play dirty.

-But we play dirtier.

-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 the 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.

-There you go, Mister.

Better than if you bought
a new pair.

-Hey, Nicky.

Its getting late.

You better be getting home
before it gets dark, huh?

-Yeah, sure.

But didn't you want me to help
you bring up some cartons from

the storeroom?

-Oh no.

No, not now.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Go on, now.

Get.

Get out of here.

Go on.

-Hey, kid, are you any good?

-I'm supposed to be
getting home.

-Come on, let's see
some service, man.

-I told you what would happen
if you call the cops--

-I won't say a word.

I promise.

I won't say it.

-I know, I know.

-Ugh!

-Watch what you're
doing, punk!

Mr. Laskey!

-Agh!

-Mr. Laskey!

Just take it easy, Mr. Laskey.

Take it easy.

[buzz]

-Pardon me, sir.

Do you have any metallic
objects on your person.

-I bet this is a
first for you.

-You'll miss the

flight, B.A. -Good.

'Cause I don't wanna
do this anyway.

I'm sorry, Hannibal.

I said It'd try.

But I just can't.

-Now, you said you'd
give it a shot.

And you'll learn
to love flying.

-Soaring among the clouds,
soaring, soaring, soar--

sorry.

-Now, if you weren't gonna go,
Face could have scammed us a

jet and Murdock could've
flown us.

We're saving $2,500
in expenses.

Now he booked us on a commercial
flight because you

said you'd fly if it wasn't
Murdock at the controls.

-You didn't tell me
he said that.

You said you'd fly with another
pilot but not me?

You said that?

-Yeah.

-Wise choice.

ANNOUNCER: Flight 403 to New
York, now boarding gate 12.

-They're boarding.

Here.

Swallow.

-What are these?

I don't take no pills.

-Well, they're for
air sickness.

They're not prescription,
they're off the shelf.

Just a precaution.

-You better not be trying
to drug me, Hannibal.

-Why would I try to drug
you when you've

already agreed to fly?

I'm looking out for you.

Forget 'em.

Get sick.

-No, no.

I ain't going.

-Come on, B.A. Don't
be that way.

The whole thing'll go
by just like that.

-The flight is six hours, man.

-Oh, once you're up there
it's nothing.

It's takeoff that's
the worst part.

That's when the gas starts
pouring over the wings--

-Murdock.

-And the engine starts to spark,
and the whole thing

could just--

boom!

And believe me, we'd never
feel that one.

-B.A.

-Hannibal.

You should've drugged him.

-Four, three, two, one.

-Air sickness pills.

-A good leader prepares
for every contingency.

Um, excuse me.

-ANNOUNCER: Flight 122
from Los Angeles, now

arriving, gate 6.

-You OK, B.A?

-Yeah, I guess so.

-Well, they say these things
make you drowsy.

But I told you not to take
two more over Chicago.

-Over Chicago?

Where are we?

-I'll take Manhattan, Bronx,
and Staten, ah-ah-ah-ah.

-We're in New York?

-He slept like a baby in
his mother's arms.

-Man, what you talking about?

I don't remember getting
on no airplane.

Or falling asleep, either.

-Well, no more of
these for you.

-I suppose you don't remember
that sweet little thing over

there, either?

Boy, if she had given me
her number and said

call me, I'd remember.

-Her number?

-For a guy who doesn't like to
fly, he sure did it right.

-Man, I still don't remember.

-Didn't Face say he was
gonna meet us here?

-Yeah, that's what he said.

How, uh, was the flight?

-Good, I guess.

You driving?

-When in Rome.

Hannibal said we're following
the gopher back to its hole on

this operation, so I figure,
if we're, uh, going to tail

somebody in New York, they'll
never suspect a taxi.

-Well, this is it.

What do you think?

-Hi, guys.

-Welcome to New York.

-Did you have a good trip?

-Not bad.

-Guys, I'd like you to
meet Tracy Richter.

Uh, Tracy, I'd like you
to meet my team.

Hannibal Smith.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-'Howling Mad' Murdoch.

-Howdy-doody.

-And B.A. Baracus.

Tracy and her mom have the
bakery across the street.

Best danish in the city.

-Thanks for coming
here to help her.

-Man, this place is
full of junk.

-B.A, I didn't exactly
come here with a

bankroll, you know.

I had to lease this store and
it really set me back.

So I had to scrounge most of
this stuff out of junkyards

and second-hand shops.

-Hey, man.

I was watching first.

You're making me miss
the best part.

Aw, man--

no, no, no.

This is good, too.

Watch this.

-B.A, you want to
come back here?

-Your friend sure has a
weird sense of humor.

-Yes.

He has a weird sense of--

something.

-Face.

We're gonna need a monitor
that works.

-Check those out.

Maybe they're a little better.

-Face.

You got anything for me?

-Well.

-These things look like junk.

Are these things gonna work?

-Who knows?

-Ooh, wonderful.

-Best I could do.

I, uh, got it all out of this.

Ever meet any of thee guys,
waiting for the world to end?

-Yeah.

-Uh-huh.

Weird.

Anyway, it's all all
I could get.

Which wasn't easy.

Most of the other buyers were
plainclothes cops, snapping

pictures and taking
down names.

-They better work.

Better start laying the cable,
B.A, for the camera.

And we have to find another
location for the monitoring.

-We own a bakery shop
across the street.

I'm sure you could use that if
you could convince my mother

and the others to
still hire you.

-Still hire us?

-Yeah.

Uh, Amy explained it
all when she called

you yesterday, right?

Right?

-No.

I didn't get a chance to call.

-Didn't get a chance to call?

-Alright.

I just didn't call.

One of the store owners, Mr.
Laskey, got beat up yesterday

just before Face I arrived.

He's in the hospital, and
hurt pretty badly.

So the other store owners are
scared, and having second

thoughts about hiring us.

-Hey man, if they decided
this yesterday, maybe I

didn't have to fly.

Even thought flying
not that bad.

-Look, these guys are taking
money from these people.

In exchange for not destroying
their shops or

hurting their families.

They need help, Hannibal.

-Yeah, it's the, uh, whole
protection racket.

-They're taking so much money
from us now I don't think we

can afford to keep the store
open another month.

-These people are frightened.

Someone has to do something
for them.

-They beat up Mr. Laskey
and they broke

Mr. Daniel's finger.

I don't care if you came all
the way from Los Angeles.

You should go home, Mr. Smith.

We have here already
enough trouble.

Why would we want to make more
trouble for ourselves?

-Bernie, they busted
up my place twice.

And they've taken my
money for months.

Now yesterday, they took my
display case and threw it

right out of the window.

And when I told them I wasn't
gonna take it anymore, that

felt great.

-Yeah, and then they broke
your fingers, huh?

And the next time, they
may break your neck.

-Next time it won't be
anything if we go

to work, Mr. Shatzman.

-Hey, little brother.

Where you going?

Who hit you?

-That creep, Digger.

When I got some polish
on his sock.

He went nuts!

Then my shoeshine box
out into the street.

Busted it up good.

He didn't even pay
me for the shine.

-You see?

You see?

Even the young boy.

That's how these monsters
treat people.

You want us to fight them?

Huh?

We don't even know who they
are, who sends them, where

they come from.

-Mr. Smith.

When Stan went to L.A. to find
you, your contact quoted a

very expensive price.

Well, anything is worth it to
get rid of these leeches.

But we haven't got anything
left to pay you with.

-What you say, little man?

-I busted my buns saving
up for that shoebox.

Took me a month.

This is all I got left.

Every cent.

But I wanna chip in to help.

-$3.68.

That just about covers
our fee.

-And if you fail?

Then things will be worse.

-They won't fail.

I've seen what they can do.

They won't.

-It's all agreed?

Alright.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

-Tomorrow's the grand opening.

-It's them, Amy.

The grocery store.

If it starts to look bad let me
know, and I'll be in there.

-Hey, wait a minute.

That's my whole week's.

-Interest, brother.

Interest.

When you pull Scully and me down
here to remind you that

you're overdue, then we
have to charge you for

personalized service.

Next time, keep your
own calendar.

-Ow!

-It's cheaper all around.

-B.A, they're heading towards
Hannibal's shop.

-Fresh coffee.

Sweet and light.

-Thanks.

You know, I think we were
getting a better picture on

this yesterday, before
B.A. messed with it.

-Isn't he just wonderful?

-Wonderful.

-Face, Murdock.

They're heading towards
Hannibal's shop.

-Good day.

Good day.

-We're looking for the man
who owns this joint.

-Yeah.

Yeah, that is me.

Uh, may, I, uh, be of
assistance, please?

-You gotta be kidding!

This blind dude, fixing TVs?

-Oh, my nephew helps
with that.

Uh, he is not here today.

But you can leave with me
your television and

tell me your problem.

-We don't have any problems.

We're insurance salesmen.

-Insurance.

Oh, thank you.

I have insurance.

-Not the kind we have, Pop.

-What was that?

-That's my buddy, knocking over
some of your goodies.

-I hope he isn't hurt.

What's going on here?

-This is what I'm
talking about.

Lord knows what could happen to
somebody like you who ain't

got the right kind
of insurance.

Now, we got great
monthly rates.

Check it out with your friends
on the street.

-I never heard of
such a thing.

I come here to work--

to do business.

-Look, we got a special
introductory rate.

One grand down, and you get
the last month free.

-I--

I wasn't here last month.

-That's it!

-Houston, we've got a problem.

Someone should videotape
[? on these guys. ?]

-What are you doing?

-We can't leave Hannibal
with no contact!

-There's only $110 here.

-Less than our usual
down payment.

But we take installments.

We'll be back for the other
$800 in two days.

-Two days?

-And so you won't forget,
Scully's gonna mark your

calendar for you.

-One, two.

-Wow, I'll never know why they
call these things portable.

They're so doggone heavy.

Hey, give me a hand
with this, if--

-What's the point
of surveillance?

What's the point of
protection, man?

-What happened?

-A cracked rib.

-Good lord.

I don't understand.

I thought you were supposed to
be able to handle yourselves.

-I think I did very well.

Considering the circumstances.

-Oh, you could've handled
those bags of gristle.

What do you let them--

-They were just hired
muscle, Murdock.

I had to let them go so B.A.
could follow them back to

their home base.

-I suppose a doctor's
out of the question?

-I'm fine.

I love it when a plan
comes together.

-They stopped off to rob the
storekeepers in three other

neighborhoods.

We moving uptown now,
passing 86th street.

We moving uptown now,
passing 86th street.

-Charlie.

You keep saying we're
going, but we don't.

I want to show you that dress
they have before they sell it

to somebody else.

But it's this, and it's that,
and it's just a sec.

-Gimme a second, baby.

I've got business, here.

-Oh, now we're really
not going anywhere.

-Made the rundown on the
East side, no problem.

There's a new fish opened up a
shop down on Delancey Street.

Blind dude.

-Was he civic-minded enough to,
uh, join the neighborhood

community chest?

-Oh, yes.

We're gonna get back to him in
a couple of days, get another

contribution.

-Charlie, you promised.

-Oh, give it a rest,
would you, baby?

Go to the powder room.

Find a run in your stocking
or something, huh?

Let me check this out here.

-Hold it right there, buddy.

We don't open 'til four.

-Say, Jack.

I'm a cab driver.

I come here to pick up a fare.

Say.

You need a lift?

-Uh, look, Charlie, if you're
gonna be busy, I can go

shopping alone.

-You're going anywhere,
sweetheart.

Nobody called for any
cab, so beat it.

-Hey.

What are you, uh--

what are you smiling at?

-Nothing.

It's a crime to smile?

-Unless I say otherwise.

-The Sugar Hill night
club on 89th Street.

-OK, B.A. Bring it on back.

The Sugar Hill Club belongs to
one Charles F. Struthers,

otherwise known as East
Side Charlie.

And I ran the plates on
the car and they are

registered to the club.

I also had a friend of mine
at the New York Times put

Struthers through the
police computer.

He was arrested several times
when he was younger, but just

some minor offenses.

Uh, breaking a couple of
windows, joy-riding.

Later on he was associated with
a number of underworld

figures, and it's believed that
he's a major operator on

running numbers, loan sharking,
and extortion.

But he knows how to keep
his own hands clean.

So no convictions or arrests.

-Sounds like a hell of a guy.

-Man, I wanna go up there, grab
this dude by his heels,

turn him upside down, and shake
all the money out his

pocket that he owe
these people.

-Now, what fun is
there in that?

I think we ought to give
Mr. Struthers a

whiff of his own cologne.

-You know, Hannibal, this
sounds like one

of the those plans.

And whenever we use one of those
plans, somebody always

gets mad at us.

-Yeah.

-What kind of tricks
you up to now?

-I think I hear one of
them coming now.

Take a look.

-Surprise!

-A garbage truck!

-It sure is.

-How you gonna get our money
back with a garbage truck?

-Wait and see, Nicky.

Wait and see.

It's nice, Face.

Nice.

It's empty.

-You, uh, told me you wanted
a garbage truck.

Do you know what I went through
to get this garbage

truck?

-I didn't say I wanted
it empty.

Now what good is it empty?

-Yeah, well how am I supposed
to know that?

-Face.

I need garbage.

And I don't just mean
any garbage.

-Ah, you need a specific
kind of garbage.

-When I say garbage,
I mean garbage.

Dirty garbage.

-Most garbage is dirty,
Hannibal.

That's why they call
it garbage.

-Oh, he means real garbage.

-Only like a sucka like you
would understand garbage.

-Garbage.

First I gotta take
the cab back.

-Why?

-For the night shift.

How do you think I got it?

I had to dummy a hack license
and take a job.

Hannibal, you want
all these things.

Taxicab, garbage truck,
TV store.

You know, I don't keep all this
stuff in a coffee can in

my backyard, you know.

-Just-- just take it easy.

-Face, take it easy.

B.A. and I'll take care of the
garbage detail, because I know

exactly what Hannibal wants.

First we gonna hit the
industrial areas.

And then we gonna hit
restaurant row!

They got great garbage.

I shall return.

Garbage, ho!

Ho!

Ho!

-Bogey on the right.

Bogey on the right.

We are at target range of some
hellacious garbage, man.

-Shut up.

-Yes indeedy.

The thing I like about
the A-Team is you

get a chance diversity.

Career diversity!

-We're garbage men, fool.

-Ooh-la-la.

It's just like Mama
used to make!

B.A, this is garbage!

Smell zis!

An ambrosial delight for
the olfactory system.

Yeah, man, that was the
best load yet-- wait.

Wait a minute.

The nose knows.

Hang a right.

We got another one coming up.

-Man, how do you put
up with yourself?

-It's difficult at times.

-La, la-la, la-la!

La-la-la!

Turn right!

Turn right!

La-la-la-la!

-Gentlemen, there'll be no table
available until tonight.

-Oh, we would like to
see Herr Struthers.

We fixes TVs.

-It's the blind guy from the
TV shop on Delancey.

-I wonder how he found us.

-Uh, Herr Struthers?

I believe we have some
business to attend.

-Hey, Pops, would you leave
Mr. Struthers alone, OK?

-Oh, uh, well, my nephew and I,
we would like to have you

have your men not coming down
to Delancey Street and

extorting money from all
of the shopkeepers.

-I'm supposed to know what
you're talking about?

-He doesn't know what you're
talking about, Uncle.

-Oh, well, I'll explain.

Your men, they come down, and
they threaten to hurt and kill

my friends if they don't pay.

-Digger, look.

Would you do me a favor?

Give this gentleman and his
nephew a drink, and put him in

one of those tables.

-We did not come here to
drink, Herr Struthers.

-What did you come here for?

-Well, uh, altogether, including
monies unjustly

appropriated, interest,
damages, incidentals--

oh, and a minor fee for our
collection service--

$166,200.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Uh, that's rounded off to
the nearest hundred.

-Yeah.

-Oh.

You think my guys and I have
been taking money from some

fruit-peddlers and you expect
that I should pay it back?

-Yeah, if you would
be so kind.

Well, I want to tell you, I--

I don't carry that kind
of money with me.

And even if I had, I wouldn't be
able to pay it back to you

this particular moment.

-Don't take my proposal
too lightly.

-Listen, what do you want?

-$166,200.

Now that I got your attention,
I'll lay it out for you.

You get one more
trip downtown.

One.

And that's to pay back all the
money you took from those

people on Delancey, Houston,
and Bleecker Streets.

-Just so you don't forget
the figure.

Delancey.

Noon, tomorrow.

And we'll have the soup line.

You bring the bread.

-You got any idea when garbage
day is around here, Struthers?

-Oh, come on, fella.

Don't be like that.

When's trash pickup
around here?

-Um.

Tomorrow.

-Well tomorrow you and I
have an appointment.

Just so you don't forget,
I thought we'd mark your

calendar for you.

-You're nuts, man!

-I am the one who's nuts, man!

[? right ?] over here.

-Drinks are on the house!

-Th-th-th--

that's all, folks.

-Get those suckers!

The guys who get them
stays alive!

-I want those guys.

-We'll get 'em, Charlie.

Just take it light.

-Take it light.

Take it light.

They come up here and make a
fool out of me in my own

place, and you're telling
me to take it light!

-So far it looks like
about [? 20 gs ?]

in damage, Charlie.

-A bunch of peddlers hired
gunslingers to do this to me!

-Hey, it had to be a setup.

Those guys couldn't be
TV store owners.

-No kidding.

Look, I want the whole street.

Get Floyd and get Ripper.

We're gonna go up there
early in the morning

when they open shop.

We're gonna have us
a block party.

-OK, Face.

It's hooked up.

String the wire.

-It's like we are preparing
for war.

-Could be we are.

-Tell me something.

You are not really sure
that you can get

him to pay us back.

Which means that, uh,
you are not sure

that you will be paid.

So tell me, why are
you doing this?

-Anyone can spend their
afternoons playing golf.

But don't you think
this is more fun?

-I got them coming out.

And, uh, they don't look like
they woke up on the right side

of the bed, fellas.

-Stay with them, kid.

Let me know if they pick
up reinforcements.

-Al vita zane.

-149th and [inaudible].

-Sorry, I'm not on duty.

-You are now.

I'm late, and I gotta
get where I'm going.

You're gonna take me there.

-I can't.

Now, if you want to
report me to the--

-Hit it, Jack, before I come
up there and eat your face!

-Ah, great.

-I want everybody to get
up in their rooms.

And keep your heads down.

You'll be safe there.

Right away.

-You're supposed
to go to 149th.

That's right!

-And I told you, I'm off-duty.

Now come on.

Gimme a break.

-I'll break your face,
man, how about that?

-Not the face.

-I told you.

149th.

What the heck is that, eh?

-Safety locks.

They can only be opened and
closed by the driver.

To protect people like me
from people like you.

-I get outta here, you're
dead meat, man!

You hear that?

Dead meat!

-And people say cabbies
are rude.

Uh, Hannibal, I got him
coming east on--

-Dead, man!

You're dead!

-Hey, hey.

I'm trying to have a
conversation up here.

-What was that?

-Oh, it's uh, nothing.

Struthers' coming east on 6th.

If he was picking up backup,
he'd have done it by now.

-Well it's showtime, kid.

Get back here on the double.

-Uh, yeah, right.

Uh, firing retro-rockets.

-That's the cab that was
following us all day.

OK.

Call in the boys.

-Hey!

Hey, unlock this damn thing!

Lemme out of here!

-Believe me, you'll
be safer in there.

And I'd stay down,
if I were you.

-Hey!

-OK.

You sent a [? few bozos ?]
to my club.

You dumped garbage
in my place.

And you think that's
a big laugh?

Well now I'm gonna show you
what a real mess is.

I'm gonna make you pay!

I'm gonna take this
out on your hide!

-Face.

We've got a couple
uninvited guests.

And they brought party favors.

I thought you said there
was only one car?

-Even when they play dirty,
they play dirty.

-Yeah.

But we play dirtier.

-What's the matter, your
watch stopped?

You're early.

-You got a lot of wise-lip
responses, don't you?

I hope everybody on this street
knows that I'm gonna

wipe out this neighborhood and
flush it down the sewer.

I mean, what's your wise-lip
response to that.

-$166,200.

That will buy you a safe
trip out of here.

-Well buy this.

-You're really a [inaudible].

-OK.

Do it.

-Bombs away.

-Throw out your guns.

-Bullseye.

-Yeah!

Woo!

Murdock!

-I guess I bobbed when
I shoulda weaved.

-Drop it.

OK.

Across the street, in the cab.

Move!

-Come on, man.

Come on.

Get in the car.

Come on, man.

Next time, pick on somebody
your own size.

-Don't ask.

-Where are we, uh, going?

-Uptown.

To your office, to
look at the safe.

$166,200, remember?

-Hannibal, I know you love it
when a plan comes together.

-We better get going.

Sooner or later, Struthers'
gonna convince the cops it

wasn't a bunch of storekeepers
that wrapped him up.

-Too bad you have to go.

-Well, uh, actually, I
usually stay behind.

You know, uh, handle any cleanup
necessary, return the

taxi, garbage truck, any
other loose ends.

So I'll probably be here at
least another couple days.

-That's great!

I'm staying, too.

Tracy's gonna show me
all around New York.

She's gonna show me
Central Park.

Statue of Liberty.

And the Empire State Building!

You know, where that big,
hairy ape got it.

-I, uh, think I'll pass.

-That puts us back on
a commercial flight.

That good with you, B.A.

-No, it ain't.

I called that stewardess.

It was a recording for
a dial-a-joke.

-You called that number?

That isn't fair.

-You right.

And we're gonna talk
about this, man.

-Hey, later, B.A. We're gonna
miss visiting hours.

-You lucky we going to the
hospital to visit Mr. Laskey

and tell him how Nicky helped
get his money back.

-Well, looks like it's
you and me, kid.

-Sorry, I got an appointment,
too.

You know that friend of
mine at the Times?

He's an old boyfriend I haven't
seen for a few years,

and some of that magic may
still be happening.

-How about a ride to
the airport, Face?

-Aw, sorry, Hannibal.

But I gotta get this back
for the night shift.

-Oh, come on.

You can drop me off
at the Times.

-Maybe you can drop us
off at the hospital.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'd like to give all you guys
a lift, but I'm gonna have

hell to pay.

You know, I've been pushing this
hack for two days without

putting up much on the
meter, so, uh--

well, I'm already scheduled for
a real chewing out from

that dispatcher when I
clock out tonight.

-Getting friendly with the rest
of the cabbies, Face?

-Well, they've been kind of
short of drivers, so she's

been helping out behind
the wheel.

That's the dispatcher.