All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S03E14

(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]

Pickup, Patty.

(Skeeter)
If I'm lying,
I'm dying, Patty.

[Skeeter laughing]

So anyway, this big old possum
about the size of a Doberman.

He was big.

He come scooting out
from underneath
the front axle.

I don't know,
I guess he was up there
where the exhaust is...

'cause it's kind
of warm up there.

He probably fell asleep,
I don't know.

Anyway,
he comes scooting out...
Yeah.

...grabbed my cheeseburger
and took off.

He takes off
like a turpentine cat.

Might near scared me
to death.

Biggest darn possum
I ever did see
in my whole life.

Skeeter, all I can say is,
I'm glad you haven't
deserted us.

Not in a million years,
honey.

You know
what I can't figure out?
I just can't figure out how...

that Cactus Jack Slater
can get away with this
here thing?

Come on, Skeeter, he's got
a lot of nasty friends.

I guess most people
just rather not have
any trouble.

They stay away.

He's busted up
a couple of rigs.
He has?

And put the word out
this place is off limits.

How come you folks
haven't gone down
to Sheriff's office...

and sworn out a complaint
or something?

It's just our word
against his.

I don't think
a piece of paper...

is gonna stop someone
like Slater, do you?

Coffee? We got
a special on ham and eggs.
What can I get you?

Tell you what I'd like,
darling.

I'd like to talk
to your mom and dad.

Think you can arrange
that for me?

Actually, they're kind
of busy right now.

Is that so? Oh, what a mess.
Coffee all over the counter.

Why, that's no way
to treat a lady.

Why don't you just
get out of our restaurant,
Slater.

(Skeeter)
Why don't you guys just...

get on out of here
like she asked you to?

Don't push me.

Now...

I believe I was asking
if I could talk to your
mom and dad.

Slater, get out
before I call the Sheriff.

And take that trash with you.

I come in here
to make you my final offer...

for this place
and what happens?

Folks start pointing guns
at me.

Get out.
I'm not gonna say it again.

Come on, boys.
I don't think
we're welcome here.

[groaning]

Joe!

I'd say you need
a little lesson in manners,
old man.

Why don't we all pay
a little visit to the kitchen?

See what these folks
have on the menu.

[Joe grunting]

Look at that.
Your dishes are all
blown to hell.

I hear these grills
get up to 300 degrees.

I want this place, old man.

I want it real bad.

You're out of business, Joe.
You're closed down.

*

* Well the midnight headlight *

* Find you on a rainy night *

* Steep grade up ahead *

* Slow me down,
making no time *

* I gotta keep rolling *

* Those windshield wipers
slapping out a tempo *

* Keeping perfect rhythm
with the song on the radio *

* Gotta keep rolling *

* Ooh, I'm driving
my life away *

* Looking for a better way *

* For me *

* Ooh, I'm driving
my life away *

* Looking for
a sunny day... *

I'm not surprised
at the A-Team
turning us down.

It was worth
a shot though, Skeeter.

It was either that
or sell out to Slater.

Yeah, I guess so.

With Pop in the hospital,
we can't fight Slater alone.

Now, it looks like
we got to sell.

[sighing]

I don't get it.
We followed the directions
perfectly.

Did exactly
what the Chinese man said,
and no A-Team.

Yeah, I know, Patty.

But I hear
they're real particular
about who they work for.

We can't give up.

All right, maybe this one
is a dead end...

but we'll find a way
to stop Slater.

What's that?

[brakes screeching]

[birds chirping]

What happened?

There's a rock slide
about a quarter mile
down the road.

You'll have to take a detour.

Isn't there any way around?
Nope. Not on this road.

Nice truck
they got there...

hauling a big load
of juicy, red apples.

Well...

congratulations, Miss Dutton.
You just found the A-Team.

[both exclaiming]

We had to be sure
you weren't hauling
anything except apples.

And not a bunch
of military police.

But I thought that--
Well,
you can't be too careful.

Oh, lordy be,
I can't believe this.

I'll be a cat tail
tied to a string
of firecrackers.

Are you guys
really the A-Team?
We found the A-Team?

All my friends
call me Skeeter.

It's 'cause I'm so quick.
I sure am glad to meet you.

I'm Hannibal Smith.
Hello.

This is B.A. Baracus.

Oh.

That's Faceman
and Murdock's reading
the cookbook.

You tell me
if I'm right or wrong now.

A tray of Rock Cornish
Game Hens should be basted...

every 25 minutes until they
are a golden brown, right?

We can talk
about the stuffing later.

He heard you ran a diner.

Now, you told Mr. Lee
that some cowboy...

is trying to run you
out of business?

Cactus Jack Slater.

He owns a string
of coffee shops
along the Interstate.

Stale bread, lousy burgers,
cold coffee.

Sounds like
he should open an airline.

If you've just got a small
family business...

what would make someone
like Slater...

be willing to put up
the money to buy you out?

We can't figure it.
God knows we're not
getting rich at it.

Whatever reason Slater has
for wanting to take over
our diner, he means to.

He's scared away
most of our regulars...

and put my father
in the hospital.

Well, slime balls
like Slater are tough
but we can handle them.

I don't think we can afford
to hire you, Mr. Smith.

Well, your daughter
already gave us $10,000,
ma'am.

Patty,
that's your life savings.

It's nothing
without you and Dad...

having a place of your own
to work and live.

Our diner is all we have.

I just can't believe this.
Imagine me...

standing around
jawing with the A-Team.

Well, first thing
we have to do is
take a look at your place.

So, let's all mount up
and move out. Okay?

I've seen worse, Hannibal.
Give me a couple of hours...

and some tools...

get rid of Murdock,
and I'll have this place
looking like new.

Man, I am telling you.
I mean, here I am reading up
on how to prepare food...

so that we can run
this diner properly...

and that's the thanks I get.

[imitating B.A.]
"Get rid of Murdock."

Okay, then.
You take care
of the food...

and I'll handle
the mechanical stuff.

Right, right.

Look at you,
skinny as a rail.

Looks like you could use
some good home cooking.

No, you don't.

Save your appetite
for dinner.

(Patty)
We have a problem.

Our next delivery isn't till
the end of the week.

Well, what do you need?
Excuse me, Colonel.
Excuse me, ma'am.

Since I'm sort of captain
of the galley...

I took responsibility
upon myself...

to make up a list
of the things that we need.

[French accent]
It is the only way
that Chef Murdock...

can create culinary wonders
that titillate the palate.

Right. Now,
would you give us a rundown
on Slater's operation?

He's got three diners.
One over here on I-Five...

another one
on the other side
of the junction...

and one just outside
of Barstow.

He has an office
in his main warehouse...

about 30 miles
south of here
over in East County.

Face, we're gonna
need a picture
of one of Slater's trucks.

Right.

And Skeeter,
I'd like to borrow your rig.

What're you gonna do?

Grocery shopping.

(Murdock)
Well, it's a little loud
for my tastes, Colonel.

But I do like
the home cooking aspect.

It sort of suits my style.

[French accent]
Wait till you see
the recipes...

that chef Murdock
is going to pull
from his secret file.

What? Eggs over easy?
No, no, no, no, no.

We're going to hash
a little trash,
after mash.

We're gonna
add a little spice...

make it real nice.

Turn up the heat,
get ready to eat.

You're gonna eat this
if you don't shut up.

Now we got the truck.
Now all we have to do
is stop theirs.

Yeah, how we gonna do that?
Face, you will think of a way.

Thanks for stopping.
I didn't know what to do.

[birds chirping]

What's the matter?
She just died.

You think maybe it could be
something electrical?

I was meaning
to get a tune up.

How's it look, B.A.?

The fool is
under the truck.

I hope he know
what he's doing.

Well, you might be surprised
at what old Murdock knows.

Now I get the feeling
more and more...

that his brain works
on many different levels.

Like layers, peeling away
one after the other,
exposing...

new and wondrous aspects
of H. M. Murdock.

That's very poetic, Face.
I thought so.

Poetic?
You mean pathetic.

You peel off Murdock's brain,
you get nothing but jello.

He thinks
he's a French chef.

He's gonna poison us
with his cooking.

Now B.A., where's your
sense of adventure?

Well, could be your regulator
shorted out a couple of fuses.

But I got a schedule
to keep.

Is he done yet?

Yeah, here the fool come.
Hurry up.

Voilà!

[French accent]
I have taken the vavoom
out of the locomotion.

[normal accent]
In other words, that truck is
ain't, like going nowhere.

You know what I mean,
Colonel?

I mean, it is a stone
gathering no moss.
Catch my drift?

B.A., let's go
do some shopping.

Next gas station I pass,
I'll send a tow truck
back for you.

[engine cranking]

Can you believe this?

What's wrong?

It was running fine.
I just had this baby
worked on.

Where you going?
Got to pick up a load
for the Barstow diner.

Okay, pull it on through.

Let's get it loaded.

Peaches, check.
Limas, check.

Apple sauce, check.

Got your coffee.
Check.

Murdock, we really could
use a hand out there.

I'll be with you
in a minute, Colonel.

I just got to inventory
these babies here.

Peaches, check.
Murdock?

You wanna trade jobs?
No, I wouldn't, thank you.

Oatmeal, check. Peanuts....

B.A., you ain't seen a box
outside marked
roasted peanuts, have you?

I hate to use parsley
as a garnish on my omelets.
You know what I mean?

I mean, every old coffee shop
you stop at uses parsley.

Right next to that little,
thin slice of orange
with their omelets.

I thought I'd try
something different.

With peanuts,
you got your shape,
you got your texture.

You look good eating peanuts.
You'd look good
eating peanuts.

They look good
right next to those omelets.
Don't you think so?

Shut up, fool!
We got enough
nuts around here.

If you don't get out there
and start lifting
some things...

I'm gonna turn you
and baste you
till you're black and blue.

Now, come on now. Go.

B.A...

that was inspirational.

We expecting a truck
this afternoon?

Yeah, but it was supposed
to be Daly.

I don't recognize those guys.

What the hell's going on
out there?

Hey!
(Hannibal)
Let's get out of here.

I wanna talk to you guys.

Get me the main gate.

[phone ringing]

Front gate.
Yeah,
I want that truck stopped.

Yes, sir, Mr. Slater.

He wants us
to hold that truck.

Stand on it, B.A.

[horn honking]

Nice.

Hi, Warren Havinhurst,
Mutual Home Insurance.

All right, go ahead.

(Slater)
Some guys painted my logo
on the side of a truck.

Well,
I don't understand it.

Well, if I'm going to settle
this claim...

I have to have
all the facts.

And who the hell are you?

Warren Havinhurst,
Claims Adjuster,
Mutual Home Insurance.

Boy, you know,
it's a good thing...

I was in the area
when my office called.

You see,
I was scheduled to drive up
to Bakersfield, but...

well, I managed
to rearrange my schedule...

and get over here
as soon as I could.

I didn't call
any insurance company.

Yeah. Well,
somebody in your office...

probably did and
it's a good thing, too.

What's he doing
going through
all these files?

He was just looking
at the new shopping center.

Oh, I see you're
building yourself
quite a little complex.

Now, Mr. Slater,
my company happens
to have...

an all inclusive
commercial insurance--

I want you to put these files
back right away.

Yes, Mr. Slater.

Now, look...

I told you I didn't call
any Claims Adjuster.

You didn't? Oh, man!

Look, I'm terribly sorry.
There must be some mistake.
I....

My secretary
must have given me
the wrong address. I....

Here's a little something
our office is giving out.
Here.

I got to make another call.

Some guy backed a car
through a garage...

right into his swimming pool.
Unbelievable, huh?

Right. Well, good luck
with your business.
Excuse me.

All right.

Get the rest of the boys.

We're going back
to the Cup A' Joe.

If those guys think
some hamburger patties...

and a couple of cans
of beans...

can put them back in business,
they're crazy.

[people chattering]

You get 86.
A hot hamburger...

double D.

[sizzling]

All right, all right.
I'm working on the side here.

Give me a double delight,
hold the mayo.

Give me two eyes,
over and a stack of nuts.

I need a moose.

Sling me a mash with that,
okay?

Two dogs, burn them
and one moo cow,
hold the straw.

And I need a side
of skins, too.

[birds chirping]

How'd it go?

Like a charm.
And you'll be
interested in this.

In Slater's office,
I found the blueprints
to a new shopping center.

Diner, motels, boutiques,
the whole ball of wax.

And guess what?
The proposed location...

same address
as Cup A' Joe Diner.

Hmm.
Mmm-hmm.

Now why would he
wanna put the money...

into a shopping center
out here?

I don't know, but you got
to admit it's a pretty
central location.

The nearest interstate
is ten miles.

All you get
is local traffic here.

Anyway, hang up the suit.
Put on an apron.

Uh....

I was afraid you were going
to forget about us.

Forget about you? Me? Never.

Could you put the cups
behind the counter?

Oh, sure, I prefer crystal.

And candlelight?
You read my mind.

Now read mine.
Cups.

Right.

What is this?

What is this, man?
Look at that.

Does this look like
100% ground sirloin? No.

Now, I told you
I need 100% ground sirloin...

for the Murdock Double
Cheeseburger Deluxe.

I gotta have lean meat.
You know that.

One other thing...

that microwave, it's gotta go.

I'm not gonna
have my food heated
and reheated in that thing.

All of my food
is gonna be sautéed
or pan fried. Yeah.

I'm gonna pan fry you.
You don't know how to cook.

All you're gonna do
is poison the people
out there.

That's not true, man.
I got my cookbook.
Where is it?

That's the type of cookbook
they use to feed crazy people
like you.

Stop talking, there it is.
It's got great recipes
with lots of vitamins in them.

Where are my pages?
Where are my pages?

[screaming]

Okay, guys, stand by.

Slater and his hot dogs
will be by any time now.

With the hash I'm slinging,
this place is gonna
be cooking.

In fact, I'm thinking
of renaming this place.

Instead of Cup A' Joe,
I'm gonna call it
Krakatoa, Cup A' Java.

[grunting]

You see that billboard,
Bowers?

"Free Lunch
at Cup A' Joe's."

Look at that. Taunting me.

They're dead.

Well, how are we doing?

I've never seen it
so busy before in my life.

It pays to advertise.
Especially when Slater
is paying the bill.

Let's just hope
they come back
when the food isn't free.

All right.

Now when I walk out of here,
I want these guys left
in pieces.

Let's do it.

[car door slamming]

All right,
I got three sunny sides here.

Here's your BLT
with the extra mayo...

and I got five burgers
browning on the grill.

Well, would you look at this.

You know,
if you didn't know better...

you'd walk in here and think
this place had a future.

It's got a future.
Is that so?

Who are you, pal?
One, I'm not your pal...

and two,
you probably didn't notice...

but there's a sign
out front...

that says the management
gets to refuse service
to anyone.

Well, you're anyone.

(B.A.)
That's right, sucker.

If you got
a problem with that,
take it up with me.

Problem?
I'll show you
what a problem is.

[grunts]

[dishes clattering]

[groans]

No, that's all right, folks,
nothing to worry about.

We just decided
to remodel the kitchen a bit.

[thudding]

Enjoy your meal.

[French accent]
It's not a polite thing...

to interrupt
an artist at work.

[clanging]

It's been fun.
More importantly,
it's been educational.

I never thought
I'd see the day...

when Cactus Jack Slater
and his boys were sent
packing like that.

This time
we did them over easy.

Next time,
we'll scramble them.

[birds chirping]

[sizzling]

You need a special touch
to keep these fellas
from overcooking...

'cause what
we're talking about
is a light, golden brown...

and it's all in the timing.

That special ability
to sense the split second...

that these
littlemuchachosreach...

the critical temperature,
which is 192.5 degrees.

Otherwise,
what you're talking about
is plaster of Paris...

and then breaking the teeth.

You know, Murdock,
you'd make somebody
an excellent wife.

[people chattering]

Have you seen my paprika?
I need my paprika.

I'm out of paprika.

Is that bad?

I'm ruined.

Without my paprika,
I can't powder
my macaroni salad.

Without paprika
I can't season
my hash browns.

Without paprika
I can't serve my eggs.
Without paprika--

All right, all right,
all right Murdock,
I get the point.

Could you do me a favor?

Could you go out
and ask B.A. to rummage around
in them cartons out there...

and see if he can find
any paprika?

You want me to go out
and ask B.A. for paprika?

Remember that girl
you had me call?

(both)
Paprika.

B.A., Murdock says
he needs some paprika
for the old hash browns.

Paprika?
Yeah, look under spices.

Yeah, you know
I've been in there
giving Murdock a hand.

You know, just the two of us,
hovering over the grill,
side by side.

And I gotta tell you,
he's very impressive.

Yeah, you ought to give him
a chance.

I ain't getting
along with nobody.
Especially Murdock.

I'm just tolerating him
to keep the diner open.

But the fool
is driving me crazy.

Asking for this,
asking for that...

flipping omelets,
turning bacon,
and slapping burgers.

Fool think
he's the Galloping Gourmet.

Well, I don't know, B.A.
You know...

you might learn
a little something
from Murdock.

I mean, you gotta admit,
those crepes this morning
he made for breakfast...

they weren't half bad.
I mean, I even had seconds.

Yeah, they reminded me
of the ones Susie
used to make.

You're talking scared, Harry.
I don't like that.

Sure, I'm scared.
Wouldn't you be?

You said you'd have that diner
by this time and you said
there'd be no problems.

That's the only reason
I got involved in this.

Wrong, Kaplan.

When you changed
the blueprints...

and put in an off ramp
by the Cup A' Joe...

you knew it would turn
into a goldmine.

That's why you got involved
in this.

All right,
what about these guys
Dutton's hired?

They could ruin everything.
They won't.

They had their punch,
now it's my turn.

What do you mean?
I know a couple of boys
in demolition.

I'm gonna arrange
a little surprise
for these guys.

(Slater)
A surprise that goes boom.

Man, it sounds like
this guy's coming back
to blow us up.

A pleasant thought.

[French accent]
If there's going to be
a soufflé that goes boom...

someone should tell this guy
the A-Team will make it.

I'll second that, Murdock.

The only way to guard
against explosives...

is to get to them
before they go off.

And how're we gonna do that
if we don't know
where they are?

You get an explosives
detector.

[tires screeching]

(Face)
Is this the right outfit,
Murdock?

(Murdock)
I don't know. I feel like
I've seen myself before.

I feel strangely powerful.

[typewriter clacking]

Col. Mylowe,
Fifth Armored
Bomb Disposal Unit.

Sir.

I want your best
explosive sniffing animal
and I want him now.

Does the Colonel
have written authority
for such a request?

Soldier, are we gonna
stand here and argue
over a piece of paper...

when hundreds of lives
are on the line?

I don't understand, sir.
You don't understand.

I hate to break security.

I believe, Colonel,
in this instance...

that security
is not an essential factor.

Right.

Soldier,
what I'm about to tell you
is highly classified...

and intended
for your ears only.
Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Somehow, someone,
or some highly organized group
of individuals...

has managed to plant a bomb
in the Hungarian Ambassador's
residence.

If that bomb
is not dismantled,
soldier...

we are talking
Hungarian goulash.

We have less than 60 minutes
to find and defuse
that device.

Now, Sgt. Murdock here
has already begun
the search...

but unfortunately, his canine
explosives detector...

was killed
in the line of duty.
What was his name?

Leader.
Imon, the Leader.

He was on the force
for 13 years.

He was sniffing petunias
when suddenly....

ka-boom!

Dead dog.

Last thing
he said to me was....

[barking]

Now, Sergeant,
we're running out
of valuable time here.

Yes, sir.

This is Sgt. Burlow.
Send over Shotgun,
on the double.

[whimpering]
Listen, Shotgun...

you're not giving me 100%.
Now listen to this.

[sniffing]

That is sniffing.
You hear? Listen again.

[Murdock sniffing]

That's sniffing.
You're acting like
you're looking for trash.

We're talking
about explosives here.

All right, turn around.
See this dude here?
See that dude in the gold?

Well,
you just remember this...

If you don't do your job,
he invented Shepherd's Pie.

The fool gonna make
that dog crazy like him.

Oh, I don't know.
Murdock's got a way
with animals.

Yeah, you right.
They're the only ones
that understand him.

Colonel, looks like
these guys came in...

with more than
just an appetite.

Get that dog on them.
Yeah, right.

Come along, Shotgun.
Come along.

Here we go.
Do your job, boy.

Sniff.

[whimpering]

Ain't there health laws
about having a dog in here?

Depends on whose health
you're talking about.

[Shotgun barking]

Put your hands up.
Move over there.

All right,
now what's in the lunch box?

You guys are crazy.
Oh, yeah.

It's gelignite, Hannibal.
It's a decoy.

[Shotgun barking]
B.A.,
look at that dog outside.

Murdock, keep them covered.
Come on, B.A.

There's explosives
in that truck.

Where's he going
with that truck?

Only as far as he has to.
Come on.

(Murdock)
I'm a failure.
Murdock.

What happened?
I'm a failure, man,
I don't know.

It's all right,
we understand.

I got hit
from the blind side,
I don't know.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

Howdy.

I got the girl
and her old lady.

Everything I need
to make Joe Dutton
sign over the diner.

Now, if you wanna see them
breathing again...

take a hike.

That was Slater.
He's got Edith and Patty.

I'm sorry.

Slater
doesn't get the diner...

until he gets Joe Dutton
to sign over the papers on it.

Yeah, well,
I hate to admit it,
Hannibal...

but it looks to me
like Slater is holding
four aces.

And that's a hard hand
to beat, Hannibal.

Not if you draw
into a straight flush,
Sergeant.

[birds chirping]

You talked to your wife
and kid on the phone.

If you want
to see them in one piece,
you'll sign right on the line.

Mr. Slater? It's Bowers.
Dutton just signed the papers.

All right, now listen.

Take care of Dutton,
then meet us back here.

You just retired
from the diner business.

Permanently.

Speaking about retirement...

I figure you're both worth
about 20 years.

[van engine starting]

These gentlemen
are going to tell us...

where Slater took
Patty and her mother.

And Slater's not going
anywhere without this paper
I signed.

This gives us plenty of time
to build him a big surprise.

Right on.

Well, what do you think, B.A.?

Give me about a half an hour,
I'll have it back on the road.

A half an hour?
Yeah, I agree
with the big guy, Colonel.

I mean, a roast
may look burned
on the outside...

but inside it's medium rare.

Medium rare?
Food, food.
I'm talking about food.

Well, guys,
what do you say
we pay them a visit?

Well...

when Bowers gets back here
with that piece of paper
your old man signed...

the Cup A' Joe is mine.

You'll never get away
with this, Slater.

My daughter's right.
Someone will go for help.

Is that right?

Who?

By now,
Joe Dutton is history.

And those four cowboys
you hired...

guys with machine guns
don't go to the police.

Tillis...

take these two ladies
out of here
and get rid of them.

[horn honking]

How are you two?
Fine. My father?

He's fine. We've moved him
to another room
in the hospital.

The original Cactus Jack's.

You know, Hannibal,
I want to remember it
just as it is.

Yeah.

It does have
a certain ambiance.

This is great. Terrific.
Well, it feels good
to be home.

We sure owe you
a lot, Mr. Smith.

I was beginning to like
the restaurant business.

Learned a lot of new recipes.
Recipes? I don't understand.

Well, like the one
we just finished,
Jailhouse Stew.

You got Slater,
a crooked county surveyor,
add six hoodlums...

you put them in the slammer
and simmer them for 20 years.

[both laughing]

Candlelight and crystal,
remember?

How could I forget?

Just promise me
no coffee shops, okay?
You got it.

Oh, by the way,
before I forget.
There's your change.

What?
Yeah.

What's this?

Well, this is the receipt
here, you see.

You had four team members
for 48 hours...

you had three Mini-14s
at $100 a day rental,
miscellaneous ammo...

and one cookbook
to replace the cookbook...

that Murdock lost
in the line of duty.

And, well,
that comes to $3,650.
Rounded off.

Now, you subtract that
from the $10,000 deposit...

and that leaves
$6,350 returned to you.

(Murdock)
B.A., this is not
the way to do it.

Be cool, man.
I know what I'm doing.

Chili is a delicate balance...

of beans, meat and of herbs.

Everything must be
in their proper proportion.

Quiet, let me cook.
I call this B.A.'s chili.

[bubbling]

Well, what do you think?

It's not bad.
In fact, it's pretty good.

It's also pretty hot.

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