All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S04E22 - A Little Town with an Accent (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

I think you have a customer,
Mr. Cleanwrench.

You sell the station
to Octiline Oil Company
and we let you live.

Those people control
half the mob
in this country.

Hey, who are you?

Carlos Mendoza, Miami.

Whatever Sonny's into
has got to be
on those trucks.

You bozos wanna get this thing
out of my way?

You guys ain't cops.
Why are you sticking noses
in this?

This guy is an imposter.

I'm gonna pay
that station a visit.

(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]

[bell dings]

Looking good, Kelvin.

You did a real nice job,
Kelvin.

When you get finished
putting the hose away...

stack those tires
by the far wall.

You betcha, Zack.

You don't have to take them
in one trip, Kelvin.

I don't?

No, son.

Just so
they get over there.

You can take
as many trips
as you need.

Really?
Really.

[car horn honking]

[birds chirping]

[bell dings]

How's life, farmer?

Get off my property,
boy.

Hey, is that any way
to greet
a fellow businessman?

Look,
I ain't gonna be selling.

You got Randy Wilton
and Pete Travers...

but you ain't
gonna get me.

You know, some people
are just too dumb...

to know a good deal
when it comes along.

Ain't that right, Kelvin?

Yeah.

[laughing]

He says yeah.

See that, Zack?

What Kelvin, here,
is trying to tell you...

is you should sell now...

while the place
is still in good shape.

Ain't that right, Kelvin?

You see, you never know
when a valuable asset...

is gonna lose
some of its resale value.

[groaning]

(McMahon)
Come on, big guy.

[McMahon laughing]

Now, even you
ain't that thick.

All right.

Now here's the terms
of the agreement
we talked about the other day.

You sell the station
to Octiline Oil Company...

and we let you live.

Think about it.
Then sign it.

We'll be back
in a couple of days.

Hello? Anybody home?

(Hannibal)
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

Pardon me?

That's what you wished
to say, wasn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

What do you wish
to confess?

Well, nothing.

I went to see this Mr. Lee
at the Chinese laundry...

and he sent me...

to this guy
at the Buick dealership...

and he told me
that I could find
this fellow...

if I came looking here and....

Whom do you seek?

I seek the A-Team.

The A-Team?
Are they not criminals?
Are they not outlaws?

Are they not fugitives
from those
that uphold the law?

Well, I don't know
about that.

But I was just hoping
maybe they could help me
with these slimeballs...

excuse me, Father...

these lowdown critters
that are trying
to run me off my station.

Tell me your problem.

Yes, sir.

Well, a few weeks ago
these hoodlums
from Octiline Gas...

they started muscling in
on the station owners
at Green Tree Creek.

Did they commit
violent acts towards you
and your property?

Yes, they did.

Did you seek out
the proper authorities?

Yeah,
I went to the police...

but they said
they needed more proof.

Corroboration
is what they called it.

Well, the other owners,
they won't swear out
a complaint.

They are too afraid.
They have families
and all...

and I just have Kelvin.

I really do need some help.

God moves
in mysterious ways.

Then you will help me
find the A-Team?

You've already found them.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

(Hannibal)
So this guy from Octiline
rolls in and says...

you got a partner
whether you want one
or not. Is that right?

That's it.

(Murdock)
Sounds like simple
Grade A extortion, Hannibal.

What do we know
about Octiline, Face?

I think
it's a Midwestern outfit.
You know, Chicago, Detroit.

Why would somebody
wanna muscle in...

on a few independent
gas stations
in Green Tree?

We didn't stop to ask them
while they were threatening
our families.

(Travers)
They set my tow truck
on fire.

Blew it up
right in my front yard.

My kids are scared
to walk to school.

Hey, man, ain't nobody
in the world got a right
to take away what is yours.

And the only people
who are gonna keep them
from doing it, is you.

Now, we can help you,
but you gotta take a stand.
Now, are you with us?

[dog barking]

I am.

Count me in.
Yeah.

Sounds like we got
a mandate, Hannibal.

Okay.

Who's the head man
at Octiline out here?

No idea. We just see
this punk McMahon.

Doesn't sound like
your typical
oil industry exec.

No, we need
the main man.

Tighten the valve
a little, Colonel,
see where the fluid runs.

Sounds about right,
Captain.

The man's got a plan.

Yes, service
with a smile.

Oh, nice, Murdock.

Service is the keyword
in the term "service station."

I never thought of it
that way.

And we gonna provide
full service...

because people are tired
of passing their money...

through bulletproof windows
in the middle of the night.

They want a little bit
of personal attention.

I think you're onto
something there.

One should never have
to pump gas by one's self.

Especially when one
is going to dinner.

Because one can never get
the smell of gasoline
off of one's fingers.

I have never been able
to do that myself.

[car approaching]
But...

I think you have a customer,
Mr. Cleanwrench.

[bell dings]

Fill her up?
I don't need any gas.

Check under the hood then?
Oh, there's no need.

A well-maintained automobile
is gonna last you about...

50,000 miles longer
than a neglected one.

It's a rental car.
Look, I just need directions.

Where do you wanna go?

Mockingbird Lane.

Mockingbird Lane?

Is that East Mockingbird Lane
or West Mockingbird Lane?

And what is the address
on Mockingbird Lane?

Just tell me
where Mockingbird Lane
is located, please.

Well, if you don't know
the address is, perhaps
I could call the party...

that you're looking for
and they could come here
and visit you.

Or, you can have
one of our free maps.

[car engine starts]

[bell dings]

This idea of full service
is great, Murdock.

I knew it, I knew it.

But quit giving
them maps away.

They ain't been free
in 10 years.

Yes, sir.

Now, you see,
you gotta tighten
the nuts just right.

Use your torque wrench.

And don't go over
the pound weight.

I don't know, B.A.

I sure wish
I could figure things out
like you.

Hey, man, I don't wanna
hear you putting yourself
down.

Here. Now, do it
like I showed you.

[birds chirping]

Where'd you learn all this?

In the army.

In the army?

Wow.

I wish
I could be in the army.

Hey, you can learn it all
right here
from Mr. Badwrench.

That's me.

Mr. Badwrench?

All right.

[bell dings]

What are you doing, B.A.?

Well, that's just Sheriff Ann.

I'll introduce you
if you're shy.

Quiet, Kelvin.

We're gonna play
a little game
called hide and seek.

Fill her up?

Just dropped by
to say hello.

Sheriff Ann Plummer.

I'm H.M. Murdock,
at your service.

Hi.

Hi. Didn't catch your name.

John Smith.
How you doing?

Fine.

When did you
take over for Zack?

We didn't really.
Just some old friends
helping out.

Oh.

Welcome to Green Tree Creek.
Hope you like it here.

I like what I see so far.

You look very familiar.

I'm flattered.

Sheriff Plummer?

Hope to see more of you.

You will.

How you doing?
Not bad, not bad.

Any more trouble?

No. Not since I got help.

I guess you heard about
Pete Travers over on I-10.

Had to sell.

We've been through
this before, Zack.

Unless they file charges,
it's just a normal
business transaction.

After they threaten
to kill your wife and kids.

Well, unless he tells me that,
there's nothing I can do.

Right now, all I got
is a couple of guys
with out-of-state plates...

trying to buy up
gas stations.

Well, maybe the law
can't do anything about it.

See you.

Service with a smile.

Well, thank you.

[bell dings]

[horn honking]

Fill her up?
No.

Doesn't anybody stop
for gas anymore?

Let me check
your tire pressure.

Don't touch my wheels.

Did you eat pizza
this morning?

Get this clown
out of my face.

I want the owner,
I don't wanna talk
to flunkies.

Then you wanna
talk to me, pal.

You?

What are you talking about?
I had a deal going with Zack.

The deal is off.
I'm the new legal owner.
Zack is my partner.

We're keeping the station.
If that's not satisfactory...

I wanna talk to your boss
'cause I don't talk
to flunkies either.

I'm the boss.

You're too stupid
to be a boss.

You don't know
what you're getting into here.

I think I do.

You got a couple of friends
of mine to let you takeover
their stations.

We're gonna buy them back.

We got an offer
to make your boss.

Let me summarize
the major deal points.

We take them back, plus 10%.

Your boss signs at the bottom.
You can witness it.

Think so, huh?

Well, that's a fancy dipstick
you got there, pal.
I hope you know how to use it.

Well, let's find out.

[all grunting]

Here, pal.
Here's the contract...

and one of our free pens.

[transmitter beeping]

I just don't like the idea...

of B.A. taking apart
my brand-new truck.

I'm sure he's just using it
to train Kelvin.

I know, I know.
But I worked so hard to win it
on the Wheel of Fortune,Face.

We had to work so hard, okay?

Besides, you're the one
that took the trip to Hawaii,
without me.

I know.

Looks like he's at home.

Oh, boy.
Who's the meatball?

Please, please, Murdock.

A little respect
for a member of the family.

[ringing]

Zack's Service.

Yeah, listen, Hannibal.
This is getting
real interesting.

Guess who McMahon ran to.

Well, am I gonna like this?

I think you gonna love it.

Sonny Marlini.

Sonny "The Enforcer" Marlini
from Detroit?

The very same.
Looking very tan, healthy,
and itching to kill.

Sonny "The Enforcer"
after a string of gas stations
in Green Tree Creek...

does not add up, Face.

Yeah, tell me about it.

(Hannibal)
Well, skip the punk
and stick with Marlini.

Yeah, look, gotta go,
Hannibal. Gotta go.

(Sonny)
I want you to secure
the shipment for the truck...

at the state line
and call me at the motel.
I wanna make sure it's here.

Then ride shotgun
back to the house.
Yes, sir.

And, Mac, no mistakes, huh?

[car horn honking]

Hi, there.

Hi, yourself.

Yeah.

Well, you know,
I could have sworn
I left this door open.

Look at that. 208.

I'm on the wrong floor.

All these corridors
look the same, don't they?

Yeah, well, I guess,
I better go down
to the right floor.

Guess you'd better.
Yeah.

Well, it was nice
seeing you.

[sighing]

Boy, oh, boy.
This is just too small a town.

Didn't you hear me honk?
I saw her pull up.

No, I was too busy peeping.

Yeah, Hannibal, listen.

Sonny's got himself
a room and a girl
at the Green Tree Motel.

Check it out.

(Face)
Check it out?
What am I gonna do?

Just knock on his door
and ask him what crimes
he's planning to commit...

while he's in town?

Have Murdock knock
on the door.

[knock at door]
Hey, Marty, we've been
on the phone.

Hey, Trish, get the door!

Hold on.
Someone's at the door.
Hold on, Marty.

(Trisha)
Sonny, I don't got
no towels in here.

Yeah?
Housekeeping.

All right. Come on.
About time somebody
cleans up this dump.

Where's the soap?
(Sonny)
Yeah, Marty.

Yeah, good talking to you.
How you been?

Get off the phone, Sonny.
Oh, yeah, you gonna
make it then, right?

All right, yeah,
it's 4087 Mockingbird Lane.

When are you
gonna be there?

All right, I'll see you
over there then. Right.

Oh, you must be
a very important man.

(Sonny)
What?

(Trisha)
Hey, this is a great place,
Sonny.

Hey, miss.

[whistles]
Hey, miss.

Hey, miss?
Wanna clean up the bathroom?

(Sonny)
Go on.

What are you doing?
Hey, look. Miss, look.

Make sure Trisha
has some towels, will you?
Give her a lot of towels.

[exclaiming]

You can have
all the towels
that you want.

Just please don't steal
any from me.

[phone ringing]
Yeah, yeah.
Don't worry about it.

Yeah. Hello. Tony Balloons!

Yeah, Tony, how you doing?
How goes the war?

(Sonny)
The flu?
Oh, minchia,Tony.

What?

That bad?

Oh, no, Tony. Wait a minute.
Let me get this down then.

(Sonny)
Give me that again.
Carlos...

(Trisha)
Sonny, why you spend
all the time on the phone?

..."Blue Moon" Mendoza.
Where do guys come up
with these names?

Yeah. What,
you're kidding me?

Yeah. Does he know
where to go?

All right, good.

Tony, how do you
catch cold in Miami?

[laughing]

All right, Tony, yeah.
Well, listen,
take care of yourself.

And, Tony, stay out
of the snowstorms, will you?

[exclaims]
Sorry.

Excuse me, honey.

Would you care
for some towels?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, this is a great hotel.

[phone ringing]
Motel.

Whatever.

(Sonny)
Yeah. Hey.

When is that load
gonna get here?

Noon? Well, yeah.
I hope so. Yeah.

All right, listen.
Take the Hempstead
Junction exit...

use the back roads,
will you?

This rig doesn't get through
and get through safely...

I'm gonna hear
all kinds of hell.

I don't need it
from both ends...

you know,
so no surprises!

Hey, could you
do me up here, please?
Could you zip me up?

(Murdock)
Oh, yes.

(Sonny)
Look, anything happens
to this load...

your head comes
in a hatbox, got that?

(Trisha)
I'm hungry, Sonny.

Okay, honey.
I gotta go make a hit
at this station...

and then I come back
to get you later. Okay?
What do you say?

Hurry up, Sonny.
I'm hungry.

All right. All right.

[coughing]

(Hannibal)
Noon, huh?

(Face)
Route 116?

Whatever Sonny's into
has got to be
on those trucks.

Hey, man,
here he come.

[bell dings]

How you doing?

Sonny Collins. In charge
of Octiline Petroleum.

I hear you've been
looking for me.
Yes, we have.

Well, I'm here to apologize.

I understand
there may have been...

some less than ethical
business practice...

and I wanna clear that up.

Here's the contract
you wanted me to sign.

Here it is,
Sealed, delivered.
The place is yours.

What about
the other stations?

Hey, pal,
just take what I give you.

I'm afraid
it's a package deal.

Package deal, huh?

Well, I'll have to give that
some thought. I....

I'll get back to you
on that, okay?

I don't get it.

Well, he was too willing
to give in.

He's gotta be working
on something bigger.

Yeah, well, he gave us
what we wanted.

He signed the papers.

I don't know,
Hannibal.

I don't think
we should hit
his load now, do you?

Of course not.
No.

(Murdock)
I'm never gonna let you
use anything of mine again.

You have no respect
for personal property.

That's fine with me!
I'm not even gonna talk
to you any more.

Yeah. Can I get that
in writing?
You could....

You can get it in writing,
if you want.

(McMahon)
You bozos wanna get this thing
out of my way?

Sure, wouldn't wanna
inconvenience you.

Hi. Why don't you leave
the driving to us, eh?

Now let's see
what Sonny is trying to bring
into Green Tree Creek.

[gun firing]

It's furniture, Hannibal.
Just lots of furniture.

Mostly 18th century
English stuff, I'd say,
Sheraton and Hepplewhite.

[chuckles]

And I guess this is
who owns it.

Now, who does that look like?

(Hannibal)
Sam Marlini.

The biggest mobster
in Detroit. He's dead.

Imagine him
about 28 years older...

gray hair, lots of wrinkles...

planting a bush.

The gardener?

Are we right?
I got nothing to say.

Then you prove the point.

This thing is getting
bigger and bigger, guys.

I say we stay.

Hey, Pop.

Hey, Pop.

Hey, Pop!

I'm standing right here.
Why do you have to shout?

I got us off the hook.
I straightened it out
with the gas station.

What do you mean,
"straightened it out"?

Those were my deals.

Your deals?
Yeah.

Pop, we leave you
alone for a few days...

you start shaking down
gas stations like it's 1946.

I gotta have a little fun.

Look, I'm bored.

You're bored?
I'm bored.

You're bored?
Bored.

Pop, listen to me.
I went through a great deal
of trouble, you know...

to stage that accident
with the prison bus.
You know that?

You're supposed
to be dead, Pop.

You don't go around here
attracting attention.

Look, I wouldn't be dead
if you would have whacked
that judge like I told you.

We don't whack judges
these days, Pop.
You don't.

No, we don't.
We send them to college.

It was you that whacks
a police commissioner
in broad daylight...

at one of our own
shopping malls, yet.

That had to be done.

[sighing]

I don't know, Pop,
sometimes I'm beginning
to think...

you're getting senile.

Mr. Marlini.
(Sonny)
Yeah?

I got food for 12 people.
I got the antipasto,
I got the three pastas...

I got the ossobuco milanese.

Good, Gino!
Hope everybody enjoys it.
Take care of it.

How? How are they
gonna enjoy it?

I got nothing
to put it on...

they got nothing
to eat it off of.

I need plates, silver,
glasses for the vino.

And we got no tables
or chairs, either.

All right, Pop.

So we set up
a few folding tables,
a few folding chairs, okay?

These are important people
with important businesses.

How's it gonna look,
you got no chairs to sit on...

no tables to eat off of?

Enough about
the furniture, Pop.

How many times
I got to tell you?
It's on its way. Okay?

(Sonny)
Scusi.

[knock at door]

There it is.
Right now.

[thudding]

[grunts]

Mac! What happened?

Those clowns from the station,
they ambushed the truck.

My furniture?
What happened to my furniture?

They got it,
Mr. Marlini.

[bell dings]

You hijacked
my father's furniture.

And you want it back?

Hear you're giving a party
at your dad's house
for half the mob.

What is it? Appalachia West?

You don't know
what you're
talking about, pal.

You can have
all the towels
you want.

Just don't steal any--
Hey, what gives here?

Wait a minute.

You guys ain't cops.
Why are you sticking noses
in this?

We don't like scum like you
moving into the neighborhood.

It ruins the property values.

You stay out of this, pal.

(Hannibal)
Let's talk about it,
shall we?

(Hannibal)
Now, why is the biggest
mobster in the country...

relocating to
Green Tree Creek?

What's the story, Sonny?

My father is retiring.

What are they gonna do,
give him a gold watch
for faithful service?

My old man is dividing up
his holdings.

They agree, okay.

They don't,
well, they decide
among themselves.

I think we'd like to attend.

Everybody knows everybody.

That's not exactly accurate.

Tony Balloons from Miami
has got the flu...

and he's sending somebody
that nobody knows.

Carlos "Blue Moon" Mendoza.

Okay, Sonny...

how do we find Mr. Mendoza?

[dings]

[speaking Spanish]

Hi, there.
Hello.

May I help you, sir?
Do you have a reservation...

[phone ringing]
for Carlos Mendoza
from Miami, Florida?

Mendoza?
Let me see.

(Face)
Mendoza. Is that
with a "Z" or an "S"?

With a "Z."

"Z"?

Here it is.
Yes, Carlos Mendoza,
Miami, Florida.

Here you are.
That's Room 211.

[bell dings]
Front!

Gracias.
(Face)
Yes, enjoy yourself, sir.

Follow me, sir.
Gracias.

[car horn honks]

[Carlos shouting]

[people chattering]

[knock on door]

Carlos Mendoza, Miami.

Tony Balloons,
he sent me here to....

To act for him.

Did Tony give you
something for me?

Well, that depends upon
who you are, old man.

Sam Marlini, chico.

Well, if you are
who you say you are...

then this is for you.

Okay, Mendoza...

go inside
and get yourself a drink.

Meeting starts
in a couple of minutes.

That is Mendoza
with a "Z," not an "S."

A "Z."
And that gold coin?

Tony said
that I can show it to you
but not to let you keep it.

I'm inside, Hannibal.

(Murdock)
Señor, yes, I will have
a Cuba Libre,por favor.

So far, so good.

I'm just glad
Mendoza's suit
didn't fit me.

Gotta hand it
to Murdock...

the fool's got
a lot of guts.

(Ann)
This is Sheriff Plummer.

Come out with your hands up.
We've got you surrounded.

You, all of you, freeze!

Those are the wrong ones,
Annie.

It's the A-Team I want,
Zack. Come on.

Get them out of there.
Search them, cuff them.

You're making
a big mistake,
Annie.

I ran a fingerprint check
on them. They're the A-Team,
all right.

(Sam)
Sorry, I don't know
what's keeping my son.

So let's get on with business.

(Sam)
To those opposed to
Maury Goodman...

taking over the southwest end
of town, advise.

Huh?

Okay, Moose.
You got it.

And might I add,
it couldn't happen
to a better guy.

The East, I'd like to pass on
to my son Albert...

who you know as Sonny.
He does all right
with the numbers...

and he's doing pretty good
with the bookies
and I think he deserves it.

Any objections?

Finally, we come...

to the North side.
This I'd like to pass on...

to my good trusted friend...

Tony Baloons.
Unfortunately, poor health...

has prevented Tony
from coming here
to make his case in person.

In his place he sent
one Carlos Mendoza
with a "Z."

Stand up, Carlos, stand up.

Let us hear what Tony
has in mind to do...

with the North end
of the town.

Don't you think that first...

that we should
bow our heads...

for a minute
and pray for my patrón,
and your good friend...

Tony Baloons,
for his speedy recovery?

[speaking fake Spanish]

Okay. That's enough.

Now let's see
what Tony has in mind
to do with the North side?

Sure. Sure.

Sit down.

[clears throat]

Well, I mean, you know....

Yeah.

He, Tony,
he sent me here...

[clears throat]

to reassure you,
all of you...

that he plans to make,
no big changes.

You know,
maybe some little changes...

maybe here, maybe there.
You know...

you minimize the expenses,
and you maximize the profits.

This guy is an imposter.

[guns cocking]
A dead one.

[Carlos speaking Spanish]

Before you shoot him...

I want my suit back.

Now, do you see
why I asked you to bring me
out here?

What am I gonna do?
Arrest them
for illegal assembly?

Those people control
half the mob
in this country.

If you don't try
to make an arrest...

I don't know
what you're wearing
a badge for.

[sighing]

We don't stand a chance.
They've got an army
down there.

We could have
an army out here,
if you'd let us help.

The A-Team?

But first...

I've got to get
one of my people
out of there.

[groaning]

Look, I think
you guys are overreacting
to all this.

I mean,
I'm just an actor.

I'm telling you,
I'm unemployed.

I don't have any money.
This guy comes up to me...

and pays me good
to come here to say--

(mobsters)
Shut up!

Shut up. Shut up.
That's a silly thing
to say to an actor.

I mean, there's two words
I don't even know
the meaning of, "shut"....

You open your mouth
one more time...

I put your head in a box
and mail it somewhere.

Trip's over. Hold it.
Drop those guns.

Colonel,
thank God.

Move it back this way.
Come on, move it.

(Hannibal)
Open the trunk.

In.

You're buying
your own funeral.

Save it. In.

Take a deep breath.

[car engine starts]

[water running]

It's getting late.
I don't like it, Face.

If he was on it,
he would have....

[phone ringing]

Called?

Yeah.

Jim, Sheriff Plummer.

Turn them loose
and help them do
whatever they want.

And Smith says to tell
his people to build it.

We're on our way.

You're free.
And Smith's orders
is to build it?

Whatever that means.

That means
he's on the jazz.

[welding machine whirring]

Hello, could you get Sam
on the phone, please?

It's an urgent call.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Samuel! Hannibal Smith here.

I'm just calling
to let you know...

we've got your furniture
and your fancy car...

at Zack's gas station.

I thought you might
wanna make a deal.

Sure, we'll make a deal.

You get my stuff back...

or I'll leave your bones
to bleach in the sun.

That whole family
is so moody.

Get all the boys together.

I'm gonna pay
that station a visit.

Hey, that's my mantle
from my house in Westport.

You're gonna leave
my friends alone
and buzz off, Sam.

I'm gonna take you
and your people...

and cut them up
into little pieces.

Beat it, slimeball.

(Sam)
Right. Go.

Let them have it, Murdock.

Hey, who are you?
One of the families?

Something like that.
We're a team.

(Murdock)
You've got to be
real careful.

I won this
on the Wheel of Fortune.

Are you sure?

You're sure you got
all of the old oil
out of there, right?

(Kelvin)
Uh-huh.

And you're gonna put
the proper weight
and grade oil...

back in there? Right?
Uh-huh.

And you made sure
that oil plug is tight,
right?

Uh-huh.

(B.A.)
Hey, Murdock.
Leave the kid alone.

You're doing just fine,
Kelvin. Just fine.

B.A., what are you think?
Do you think that the truck
needs another coat of paint?

You know, along the door,
where it was scraped?

Murdock!

Colonel Smith,
I'm sure wish...

you'd let me
and the other owners...

pay you a little something
for your trouble.

Yeah. No, no.

We wouldn't dream
of accepting any money
for it.

After all,
virtue is its own reward.

Isn't that right,
Colonel?

Well said,
Lieutenant.

(man on radio)
The army has requested an APB
be issued for the A-Team...

after Sheriff Plummer
reported their escape.

Hannibal!
We better get out of here.

The army's just put out
an APB on us.

Let's go, Murdock.

No, no. I'm staying here
with this truck.

You go on ahead.
I'll catch up to you.

I'm done, Mr. Murdock.
I'll let her down now.

No, no. I'll do it.
I'll do it myself.

[machine whirring]

[gun firing]