All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S05E03 - Firing Line (3) (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

And so the trial of
the legendary A-Team
is finally over,

ending perhaps
the final chapter
of a bygone era

of the Vietnam legacy
of Presidents Kennedy,
Johnson and Nixon.

Colonel John Smith,
Lieutenant Templeton Peck
and Sergeant B.A. Baracus,

found guilty
on all counts.

All that remains is for their
execution to be administered.

Perfect.

(GUN FIRING)

PARADE LEADER: Parade, halt!

Right face!

UNDERWOOD: Ready!

Any last requests?

(EXCLAIMING)
My favorite year.

UNDERWOOD: Present!

Hey, hey. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. I didn't
even get to drink it.

Aim!
Oh, wait. Come on.

Come on, what's the
point of a last request
if you don't get it?

I didn't even get
her phone number.

No, no, no. Hannibal!

See you in the swamp,
Lieutenant.

Fire!

How'd you sleep?

(SIGHING) Like I didn't have
a care in the world.

Patient's escaped!

How could he?

Oh, he was so upset
about his friends,

I even had him
put in restraints.

(MURDOCK GRUNTING)

(IMITATING BUGS BUNNY)

What's up, Doc?

Able Four to Empress One.
The fox is in the henhouse.

(GUN FIRING)

DISHPAN ON TAPE:
Freeze!
You have illegally

broken and entered this domicile
which is actually
a covert CIA operation.

For security reasons

you are to empty the contents
of your pockets on the floor

and back out
of the apartment...

Murdock! What are you
doing here, huh?
Where you been?

You know, I like
your doorbell setup.

You really expect people
to fall for that?

Most people do.

And what is this with
"empty your pockets"?
I mean, what're you doing?

Shaking down guys as they're
breaking into your apartment?

Well, you see, I always
got to replace that
door molding, you know.

You take a shot like that,
breaking into someone's abode,

you get what you get.

I've been to the hospital
three times looking for you.
Where you been?

Well, I figured that
there was somebody else
looking for me besides you.

You ain't talking
without substance.

You know, that guy Stockwell's
people been calling here
and asking for you.

I got to help my guys.

And I figure I only got
about 12 hours, and I'm not
gonna be able to do it alone.

Let me guess who
you got in mind?

You could say no.

But you won't like it.

No. But I'd understand.

Hey, you and me,
we're invincible.

Together, we can handle
anything. All right?

Thanks.
Come on.

(GUN COCKING)

Freeze!

Just about.

Ain't it the truth?

(MAN SCREAMING)

Okay, sport,
welcome to the barrio.

(GRUNTING)

Mrs. Manicotti, open up!

Yo, Mrs. Man...

(EXCLAIMING)

Going down?

(MAN SCREAMING)

(THUDDING)

I told them how to fix
this just last week.

STOCKWELL:
Able Four and Able Six
should've been back by now.

Maybe they're still trying
to contain the matter

or just stopped off
for a call of nature.

Then they don't
belong in my unit.

We're sorry. Really,
we really are.
We didn't mean to interrupt.

And don't be concerned.
His partner will check in

as soon as he checks out
of county emergency.

Very good, Captain.
You managed to evade
and then apprehend

two class eight operatives
in spite of your craziness.

Or perhaps because of it.

Well, how do you do?

DISHPAN: Frankie Santana,
we've met once before,

at your service
and available for dinner
Tuesdays and Thursdays.

What brings you here, Captain?
Certainly not my men.

Why come of your own accord?

Because I don't like wearing
somebody else's straitjacket.

Besides, we have
something in common.

We both want the A-Team
alive and well.

(CHUCKLING)

Why would I want that?

You know, all of my
psychiatric training
has taught me

that why you want the A-Team
alive and well is unimportant.

The important thing is
you want the A-Team
alive and well,

which means if they're dead,
they're no good.

Now, you allowed them
to go out there
in front of that jury,

knowing full well that they
were gonna be convicted.

And you sent them after
Curtis knowing full well
he was gonna put them

right at the scene
of Morrison's murder.

Now, you have
very neatly and specifically
lined us up and then...

(IMITATING DOMINOES FALLING)

We've all fallen into place
exactly where we are.

Whoever judged you insane,
Captain, should have
his license lifted.

You are going to help
me spring my friends.

Barrier Island, about 30 miles
off the California coast.

It was once
a US military installation,
not unlike San Clemente.

The land is basically
rock and shrub,

no indications
of soft terrain or soil.

Looks like somebody did
a pretty good job
at researching this stuff.

CARLA: There is a reef
on the northern shore

and there is no actual beach
or natural landing facilities

except for a manmade
wooden piling, here.

The execution that
is scheduled for tomorrow
at 8:00 a.m.

will take place here.

The firing squad,
led by Captain Underwood

and consisting
of eight sharpshooters,
will be positioned here.

The prisoners are kept
in a large single cell.

The only access is
through this doorway.

The barracks have
been reinforced
with corrugated steel.

The only vessels
that are permitted
to approach the island

must first be announced
by radio from Fort Owen.

Any and all other vessels
will be warned and fired upon
if they attempt to land.

As you can see, Captain,
escape, or rather, rescue
is virtually impossible.

They'll be expecting you.

But not you.

I would say not.

Since, to them,
I do not exist.

No, no, no, I'm gonna need
you to pull some strings.

You're gonna have to help.

I just gave it to you.
Don't get greedy.

I'm not beyond doing
anything that's necessary
to accomplish this.

Don't underestimate
me, Stockwell.

I obviously wouldn't.

Drop your arms and
move away from them,

or I shall release a fine gas
into your part of the cabin.

He's bluffing.
He's bluffing.

I'm telling you,
he's bluffing.

You think he's bluffing?
No.

Me, either.

I never bluff, Mr. Santana.
I never need to.

Knockout gas, right?
Not poisonous. I mean,

we didn't do, like,
stuff that deserves
poisonous gas.

I mean, we did,
like, knockout-gas
kind of stuff. Right?

(GUN FIRING)

Take care of their removal.

And contact Captain Underwood.

Tell him I'm going
to talk to the prisoners
in two hours.

All of them?
Yes.

I've no doubt that
Colonel Smith is already
planning his escape.

And if he should
be successful,

well, that wouldn't
do at all, would it?

(GROANING)

Hello?

Frankie?

Where are we?

Forget us,
where are my pants?

I got mine on.

Are my pants out there?

I got...
Hey, there's a bum.

He's got my pants.
Hey, you come back here.

Get over here.

I am not putting these on.

We can't screw around.

The guys are gonna be
facing the firing squad
this morning in about...

My watch!

That bum, he stole my watch!

Oh, gee.

See, now, I have compassion
for a fellow robbee.

That's all right.

I took this from
Stockwell's folder.

Wait a minute,
you filched that?

Yeah.

This is a list of
everybody who has
clearance on the island.

Do you think it'll help?

It'll help.

Where's Smith?

Smith?

Where is he?
Oh, he moved to
better accommodations.

Where's my sweet roll?

Hurry up, Face.
Give me a break,
B.A., will you?

It took me all night to turn
this spoon into a lock pick.

I know I can do this.
Give me a couple
more minutes here and...

We haven't got
a couple of minutes, Face.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(SCREAMING)

Face, B.A., come on!

Come on!

(ECHOING) Hannibal!

FACE: Hannibal, how's that
plan coming along for getting
us out of here, huh?

HANNIBAL: I'm still
working out some kinks.

B.A.: (ECHOING)
Hannibal!

DISHPAN: I can't go
get what we need
looking like this.

I gotta go home and change.

Home, home. You can't
go home. Stockwell's
gonna have men there.

Why would he let us go
just to pick us up again?

I don't know why
this guy's done anything
that he's done,

but we gotta
minimize our risks.

We're gonna bust
the most notorious convicts

out of a hyper-security
installation.

How much more risk
can there be?

You know, you better
get a move on.

We got less than
two hours, Frankie.

All right.

If I'm a little late, it's
'cause I stopped off for
a quick bottle of Sterno.

Bless me, Father,
for I am about to sin.

We don't want any.

Man, what you want?
We ain't got nothing
to say to you.

I have a proposition for you.

HANNIBAL: The way other
investments that he's
suggested have turned out,

how could we refuse?

Colonel, it wouldn't
hurt to listen.

Get out of here.

You make fewer mistakes
than anyone
I've ever come across

with the exception of myself.

Don't make one
at this stage of the game.

We're finished with
unending manipulation.

It ends here, Colonel.

There's no place else to go.

That's why I have a final
offer. And it's good.

You know it's good,
because what else
have I to gain?

You want us to join
the outfit?

I haven't spent so much
time watching you

to try to force three
very square pegs

into tiny round holes.

You don't join anybody,
and nobody joins you.

What I'm offering
is an alliance.

You and me.

(SCOFFING)

The bottom line is
now that you'll be higher on
the wanted list than before.

You won't be sought
for some embarrassing
incident during the war.

You are convicted
murderers now.

STOCKWELL: A manhunt,
as you knew it,

will be increased
to the tenth power.

You can't escape that kind
of concentrated effort,

and I don't doubt
that you will be in
a shot-on-sight status.

But I can offer you an out.

I'm a little old to change
profession, Stockwell.

Just a limited partnership.

I'd say a certain number
of missions specified,

somewhat marginal occupations,
and for this,

you'll be given
a full pardon.

Wait a minute.

A full pardon?

As in Presidential pardon?

I'm sure I know someone
who can reach the right people

or person.

A specified number of missions
and we're totally cleared.

We don't work for you
or the government anymore.

By then, you can work
for the local McDonald's
for all I care.

But make no mistake.

These missions are
obviously nothing I can
give to standard operatives.

You must realize
the possible consequences.

Suicide missions?

Not all.

There you go.
"Not all."

Well, yeah,
it sounds terrific.

Hey, man, why
should we trust you?

Because I give you my word.

I've not done that till now.

And like you,
Colonel, I do believe
in some kind of honor

to make it all right.

Even if it is our
own particular brand.

How long do we have
to let you know? I mean,
before you get us out?

Colonel, that's not
part of the deal.
I can't get you out.

Say what?

Wait a minute.
What do you mean you can't
get us out of here?

Well, I could not assist
three federal prisoners,

convicted of murder,
in escaping.

Contact me
upon your successful evasion
of your current situation.

Then we have a deal.

But you must escape
on your own.

Guard!

Oh, how the hell are we
gonna escape on our own?

We got one hole card left.

Murdock.

Murdock!

Murdock.

UNDERWOOD:
Ready!

Aim!

MURDOCK:
Come on, B.A., let's go!

Wait for me!
Wait for me, Murdock!

Wait for me!
You promise to be my bestest
buddy in the whole world?

I promise!

And never, never
call me fool again?

Never again! Cross my heart
and hope to die!

And to get
a pilot's license and to share
my apartment with me?

No! No!

Come on, two swinging singles
sharing a giant-screen TV!

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!

(ECHOING)
Shoot.

If Murdock gets us
out of this,

as far as I'm concerned,
he can have anything
he wants as long as I live.

I don't know.
I gotta think about this.

That's the launch
arriving now.
Had to pick someone else up.

This must be visitors' day,
Captain.

Father Stellini
to administer last rites
and offer absolution.

B.A., what are you gonna
have for your last meal?

What?

Your last meal.

See, I'm trying
to figure out what I'm
gonna have, and I thought...

Man, you're crazy.
You staring to sound
just like Murdock.

I ain't having no last meal.

Well, you have to
have a last meal.

It's tradition.

See, I'm wondering
if maybe I should have
something I really love,

or maybe it'd be better
to have something
I've never tried before.

You can have whatever
you want and mine, too.

I ain't having no last meal.

Oh, then you realize,
of course, that
the last meal you had

will end up being
your last meal.

He's got a point there, B.A.

Instead of agreeing
with him, Hannibal,

you're supposed to be
coming up with a plan

that don't include us
to have a last meal.

I'm working on it.

Good.

But you might give some
thought to an appetizer.

Might I suggest the Dover sole
with lemon butter and capers?

Marie Antoinette swore by it.

I don't believe it.

You are forgiven.

MURDOCK: We haven't
got much time.

Put your hands
away from your body
and don't move.

Then how do I get my hands
away from my body?

MURDOCK:
Seven days a week, 365 days...

No, I don't profess
to be a psychiatrist.

And if you don't get through,
that just means that you won't

get the opportunity to try...
I'll send him ashore
right away.

...without any
obligation whatsoever
to anybody else...

Let's go, Mr. Murdock.

You're going back
to the VA hospital.

How did you know that
Father Stellini
was no longer inhabiting

this itty-bitty body?

Because, luckily,
the cleaning lady
forgot her glasses

and returned to the rectory
to find Father Stellini
in the bathroom

where you locked him
with a neat little bump
on his noggin.

I believe it was right here.
See, it was right here.

(SIGHING)

I believe...
The launch has arrived, sir,
with Father Stellini.

Fine. That shouldn't
take more than an hour.

Murdock can go back
in the same boat.

I understand you
are a troubled man.

I forgive you.

Oh, Father...

(WHIMPERING)

Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

Yes, it's all right, my son.

Sergeant,
take Father Stellini
to the prisoners.

Bless you.

Let him stay with him.
Bless you. Bless you.

Captain Underwood
told me to stay with you.

These men are very sharp.

Obviously not that sharp,

or you and I wouldn't have
jobs this morning.

Just a little black humor.

What happened to Murdock?

He's back there shuffling
a half deck for those guys.

He figured they'd be
on the lookout
for some kind of move,

so we threw Murdock
at them so they wouldn't
pay attention to me.

Murdock figured no one looks
for the old double frammus.

It's a movie blood packet.

Now, you can't mess with
protection under there,
so when it goes off

it may burn a little,
so bite your tongue
after you swallow this.

But don't do that until
just before they fire.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Frankie,

even if this doesn't
work, thanks.

Save it.
It'll work, my son.

Good morning, Padre.
How you doing?

As well as one can
under the circumstances.

Are these the instruments
to be used?

Yeah, they have to be loaded.

The men don't load
their own weapons?

Not for an execution.
You see, not all
the rounds are live.

So no one actually knows
who does or does not
fire the killing shots.

How humane.

Sergeant, do you
have an extra smoke?

Oh, sure, Padre.

All I have
is these cancer sticks
without filters,

but I figure if you
gotta go for it,

then why not go with gusto?

Ain't it the truth?

Damn. Sorry, I mean...

Oh, that's all right.
We're all a little nervous
this morning.

I have more matches.

I'll be right back.
Gil should have some.

Have you seen
Father Stellini?

Yes, sir,
he's in here with me.

Well, let's get in gear,
Sergeant.

We're not running
a tour service,

we're executing the prisoners
this morning.

Yes, sir.
I was looking for some
matches for the Father.

Father, your light.

Oh, yes. Of course, right.

Time to be going, Father.
I don't wish to run behind.

I'm sure the prisoners
wouldn't mind if you did.

Bless you.

Did you make
the switch okay?

What'll sound better,
"I think" or "I hope"?

Pursuant to the findings
of the general court-martial

convened at Fort Owen,
California on 18 August, 1986,

and having been found guilty
of the charge of murder

and all
specifications thereto,

and having been approved
by the Convening Authority,

the sentence of death
by firing squad

to be imposed on John Smith,
Colonel, US Army,

Templeton Peck,
First Lieutenant, US Army

and B.A. Baracus,
Sergeant, US Army,

is hereby ordered to take
place at the United States
Army Correctional Facility

at Barrier Island, California.

UNDERWOOD: Present!

(GUNS COCKING)

Aim!

Fire!

(HORN BLOWING)

Respiration and heartbeat
are stabilized.

They're actually
starting to come to.

(GROANING)

Just like I dreamed
it would be.

Welcome, Lieutenant.
Oh, no.

They sent me downstairs,
didn't they?

Don't be alarmed about
your disorientation.

It's just the side effects
from the drug
that you swallowed

and having your respiratory
system depressed.

Ah.

B.A., B.A., B.A.

It's good to see you here.

(GROANING)

Murdock, I never thought
I'd be glad to see you.

Hannibal.
All right, Captain.

It's good to see you.

You handsome devil, you.
Oh, no, that's all right,
that's all right.

HANNIBAL: Looking good, kid.
So are you.

Didn't gain any weight, huh?

STOCKWELL:
Shall we, gentlemen?

I'm sure you're interested
in seeing your new home,
settling in.

And where is that?

How would the rolling green
landscape of Virginia sound?

Virgin... As in CIA?

I believe certain portions
of the intelligence

and espionage community
are located there,

but it's also
centrally located for me
and my schedule.

Virginia? That's so far away.

B.A. and I,
we just got back together.

Maybe you and I,
we can get out
and visit them sometime.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Why should you do that?

You're joining us,
Mr. Santana.

Who me? No, no, no.

I got three studios
offering me jobs
this week alone.

I gotta get back
in the mainstream.

Well, I don't think
that's wise,

considering you're now
on the 10 most wanted list.

What?

Well, you aided
and abetted three convicted
murderers in their escape.

Well, that was the whole
beauty of the plan.

They're not escaped.
They're dead.

Their bodies are gonna
be buried at Forest Lawn.
Right? Right?

Say I'm right.
I'm right, right?

That's just a story we used
to pick up the bodies,

and there are no
official papers.

And as soon as they find
that the bodies are missing
from the morgue,

someone is going to realize
that this is just another
of those wildly improbable

A-Team escapes,
with the assistance
of a pseudo-priest.

Played with high style,
I might add.

I never bargained for this.

Hey, I cannot
go on the lam.

I got a beautiful home,
career, family, neighbors.

Your career is on
the skids, Santana.

But because of your help,

we're going to take
care of your father's
medical needs, et cetera.

It'll just be for a
little while, Frankie.
Yeah.

Shall we? We can take
my limo to the plane.

Not me. I don't fly.

Well, I'm sure we can
work something out.

Gentlemen, let's
adjourn for a toast

while we discuss
B.A.'s alternative
travel arrangements.

Carla, return the vehicles
and take care of
that other little matter.

Okay, tell me
about the light.

I don't wanna
hear it, Murdock!
I ain't see no light!

There has to be a light.
There's always a light.

There are thousands
of documented cases
of a tunnel and a light.

And you are one of
the few who have been
there and come back.

I ain't been nowhere.
I wasn't dead.

I mean, to have
returned to the living

after having been
touched by the light.

You're the one
who's touched, fool!

You promised never
to call me that again.

Did not!
Did, too. Crossed your heart,
hoped to die.

How could you know about that?

You can't know about that.

(LAUGHING SINISTERLY)

You know, General,
you could've let
B.A. sleep a little longer.

It's not that bad, Frank.

I mean... Look, we've
been on the wanted list
for 10 years.

Believe me,
hasn't been all that bad.

You were almost executed.

Yeah, well. I mean,
you have your good days
and your bad days.

Try this tranquilizer
gun on B.A.

There are some side effects,
but a good deal gentler

than some of
your past methods.

Now, as soon as
Carla returns,
we can get started.

Gentlemen, shall we make use
of my very well stocked bar?

Why would I
drink with you?

Oh, come, Colonel Smith.
Hannibal.

We're going
to work together.

I should make things
as pleasant as possible.

I can be very accommodating
if you do things my way.

You've been very accommodating
all along, Stockwell.

To yourself.

This entire nightmare
is a result of you

sending us after
a certain man.

Curtis.

Who conveniently fingered us
for the murder.

And being the prime
witness in the case

could have cleared us,
except somebody
murdered him.

Did you want me to explain?

I'm waiting for something.

Oh.

Well, my best guess
scenario is that
your Captain Josh Curtis

murdered Morrison.

Why?

Well, perhaps he was
already involved

in gun-running
and the black market
in Vietnam.

Morrison found out,
had to be disposed of.

Now, as for Curtis,
as you remember

when you pulled him off
that hijacked plane in Spain,

he was on his way
to making an arms shipment
right here in California.

But with him on that plane
was a major buyer

and a middleman,
Ramon Soulay.

Now as soon as he found out
that Curtis was arrested

and going to turn evidence,
he had to protect himself.

But by that time,
Curtis had already given
him enough information.

As a matter of fact,
in just three hours,

Soulay is going to be
completing his business

right here at the
Saddleback Ranch.

That's the operation
that Carla is setting up
right now.

That explains everything
from your point of view.

(GROANING)

Check him out, Face,
make sure he's unconscious.
That guy's too tricky.

What? What are you doing?

It all makes sense,
if Soulay killed Curtis.

You think Stockwell
could've done it?

HANNIBAL:
Only Soulay knows for sure.

As soon as he talks to us,
I'll feel a lot better
about this whole thing.

Wait, wait, wait.
You mean, we're going after
these, like, super dangerous,

desperate, possible
murderous gunrunners?

We don't have to.
I mean, we could let
Stockwell's men do it.

You can stay here if you want.

Yeah, well, I may
just do that, you know.

Not that I don't love
you guys. I mean,
I think I proved that.

But, I don't wanna upset
the man, you know.

I mean, I could use
that pardon, capisce?

It's all there.

(GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTING)

Well, what's new, Ramon?

You're the A-Team.
You're the A-Team.

Yeah, that's us,
the A-Team.

Scary, ain't it?

We heard
you killed Josh Curtis,
is that right?

Well, I...
I'll tell you what.

You got until I light
my cigar to answer.

Yeah, Curtis. Curtis...

You kill him?

Yeah. Yeah, I killed him.
I killed him.

Amazing how Stockwell's
men are nowhere to be found,
isn't it?

Maybe we're Stockwell's men.

You're the A-Team.

I read you were killed.
You were killed this morning.

Well,

we're back.

STOCKWELL: Well,
I thought you gentlemen

would be much more
enamored of
your surroundings.

Well, it's not
the accommodations, General,
it's the decor.

One-way mirrors,
hidden cameras,

listening devices.
The joint is loaded.

Well, since we have a deal
and you're not going anyplace,

what do you care if I take
care of my investment?

FACE: Well, there's a kind
of bass-ackwards logic there.

What about principle?

Yeah, what about it?

Yeah, man.
We don't like this place.
It's just like jail.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Well, I have to agree
with him there. Hmm?

This is the truth of it.

Listen, I'll probably
be getting some time off
for good behavior

and, well, just so
General Stockwell there

has me constantly
under close watch,

I thought perhaps
you should personally
oversee my checking out

the local dining
and dancing facilities.

You know what I mean?

I'm sure something
can be worked out.

Ah, yes.

This is Able Nine.

Mr. Peck would like to be
driven through town.

Uh...

You don't really think
you can keep us here,
do you?

Your security is
nothing but holes.

Holes?

Such as?

Wait and see.

I'm sure in time
you'll see it's better
if you do things...

If you do it my way.

(LAUGHING)

He does, he's got
a sense of humor.

(WHISPERING)

Well, which one of you got
the address of this place
out to Captain Murdock?

Oh, did he send
you a postcard?

Not quite.

Hi, guys.

ALL: Hey, Murdock.

HANNIBAL: What do you say?
DISHPAN: Captain Murdock!

You wanna give us
a kiss, B.A.?

How long are you
out for, man?

Oh, as long as I want.

I'm officially released.

What?

I'm no longer insane.

I got my papers
and everything.

The board reviewed my case
and they released me.

That hospital did
a terrific job.

They cured me of all
my psychiatric ills.

After more than
a decade?

Well, the road to hope
is often pockmarked.

So are you.

I may be glad to see you,
but you're still crazy.

Hey, you can
bunk here with me.

No, that's not the way
it works, Frankie.
This is not a college dorm.

That's all right, guys.
Really, thanks a lot.

But I got my own place,
I've got my own pad.

I even... I even got a job.

Now, I gotta get out there
and pay the old rent

and put the butter
on the old biscuits.

What kind of job?

Working for the pound.

I'm scooping up

stray dogs that don't have
a place to hang their collar
at night and everything.

Cute as a devil.
I've got a bunch of them
right out front.

You wanna see?
You wanna see?

(WHISTLING)

(BARKING)

Nice, Murdock, nice.

Yeah.

Holes in security.

Indeed.