All language subtitles for The A-Team - S02E14 - In Plane Sight.eng

What kind of cargo do you carry?

It was turquoise.

Your turquoise tastes very
much like cocaine, senor.

I want you to find the guy
who's using my son as a patsy.

We wanna know
about Robert Hicks.

Who's behind the operation?

This is the second shipment
this week that I've lost.

(Hannibal) As a new pilot,

I think it would be a good idea
to give this a really rough edge.

(B.A.) Well, I don't
care how we do this,

as long as Murdock don't fly us.

Have you ever tried hypnosis?

Yeah.

I don't know how
you guys have been

getting me in and
out of these planes.

But this time I'm ready
for you. This time...

Eclipse. Eclipse.

The least we could do for one of our
employees is to pay him a little visit.

[all yelling]

There's no place to take off.

You're actually gonna taxi
this thing through the jungle?

I never thought the day would come
when I'd wish Murdock was here.

(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]

[rumbling]

[speaking Spanish]

[engine stalling]

[tires screeching]

Hi.

I'm Col. Sanchez.

You have landed on
private military property.

Oh, I'm sorry about
that, Colonel, but, uh,

I didn't have much choice.
My port engine gave out on me

and, uh, your compound was about the
only thing I could see with room to land.

This is a cargo plane.

Yeah, sure is.

What kind of cargo do you carry?

Uh, turquoise.

It's for a guy
back in the States.

He imports it for his,
uh, jewelry business.

Show it to me.

[sighing]

[metal clanking]

The rifle.

Your turquoise tastes very
much like cocaine, senor.

Look, I don't know
anything about this.

I swear.

I've been hauling turquoise for
this guy for a couple of months.

It must be some kind of mistake.

Your mistake, senor.

[speaking Spanish]

Look, I haven't got
anything to do with this.

Turn around, senor.

What are you doing? Where
are you gonna take me?

(Face) I'm telling you,
Hannibal, we're gonna get stiffed.

I can see it coming.

I told Miss Rogers we'd
talk to her aunt and uncle.

I didn't say we'd take the job
unless it was cash, up-front.

Now, do you think that
anyone who lives in Porterville

is gonna have enough money
to finance one of our operations?

Come on, Hannibal.

We keep subsidizing these, uh,
charity cases out of our own pockets

and pretty soon we're
gonna end up on the streets.

Never. You can
always stay at my place.

Plenty of beds.

Face, we're only
gonna talk. Relax.

B.A., take a right here.

We're gonna get stiffed.

[van door sliding]

Hello, Mr. Smith.

I really do appreciate
your coming out here.

Well, I'm not
promising anything.

I know.

But you brought the
rest of the team with you.

Shall we go in?

Uncle Jes, Aunt Carrie,

this is, uh, John Smith,

Templeton Peck,

H.M. Murdock, and B.A. Baracus.

How do you do? The
A-Team I told you about.

Uh, this is my aunt and
uncle, uh, Jes and Carrie Hicks.

W-W-Why don't you all just sit
down and make yourselves at home?

Would anybody care
for some chicken soup?

I just made it fresh yesterday.

I would.

(Carrie) Good. I'll go
get some for everybody.

I'll be right back.

(Jes) I wanna make something
very clear up-front, Mr. Smith.

I love my country.

I served in World War II, Korea,

before I settled on this farm.

It's not my style

to go out and hire a bunch of
maverick soldiers on the run.

But at this point, I'll do
anything to get my boy back.

We love our country,
too, Mr. Hicks.

It's just that we have
a slight disagreement

with its authorities
at the moment.

Please,

don't judge us about what
you don't know anything about.

Fair enough.

(Carrie) Here we go. Soup's on.

Thanks.

[sighing]

Be careful not
to sip it too fast.

You'll scald yourself.

"Abnormal Psychology"?

Are you a psychiatrist,
Mr. Murdock?

Uh, no, ma'am. I'm insane.

Oh.

Would you like a soda
cracker with your soup?

Uh, thank you.

(Hannibal) I understand
that your son and his partner

ran a cargo-shipping
business in Long Beach.

I'll put this as diplomatically
as I can, Mr. Hicks,

but those businesses
do everything

but take out an ad
for drug-running.

I'm not saying my son
wasn't carrying drugs.

I'm just saying that
he didn't know he was.

Otherwise he wouldn't
have made the run.

Oh. Sometimes
people do things that

we didn't think they'd do.

Honest, patriotic Christians
don't become drug smugglers.

My son is a war vet
with a Purple Heart.

He's innocent. He's a victim of
somebody else's wrongdoing.

You can't know that's the truth.

I don't know for sure you
guys are who you say you are,

but I'm gonna take a chance.

The least you could do is to
believe in my son's innocence.

[glass breaking]

(Face) Are you okay?

Oh, oh...

Did you hurt yourself?

No, no, I'm just clumsy.

I'm always dropping
things in the...

Oh, thank you.

When Robbie was living home,
he'd come running out of his room.

"Mom, are you okay?
Did you hurt yourself?"

Just like you did.

[sighing]

I bet you've got
a mother at home

who... who drops things, too.

[glass tinkling]

No, I don't. I mean, uh,

actually, I'm a...

I'm an, uh, orphan.

Who sent you cookies
when you were in the Army?

Uh, well, uh,

mostly the mess hall.

Oh, that's a sin.

Fine boy like you, and
nobody sending you cookies.

It would take a lot of money for
a jailbreak in a foreign country.

(Jes) A jailbreak?

Look, I don't want
Robbie pulled from no jail.

That's not how it's done.

I want you to get
to the bottom of this.

I want you to find the guy
who's using my son as a patsy.

Well, that would take
even more money.

Money's not an issue here.

I have someone
who will buy my farm.

It's not a big one, but it's
enough to pay your bills.

Sell the farm?

That's everything you have.

No, dear. The farm is nothing.

Robbie is everything we have.

I'll be honest with
you, Mr. Hicks.

I couldn't take your farm.

So we'll just have
to do it for free.

Yeah, it'll be COD.

You pay us when
we deliver your son.

I think that's fair, Hannibal.

That way, uh, Mr. and, uh, Mrs. Hicks will
have a chance to raise the money first.

I think we could arrange that.

So you'll take the job?

Yes, sir.

[sighing]

Well, what was it,
the chicken soup?

Hey, man. That chicken
soup was all right.

It wasn't as good as my
grandmother's, but it was all right, man.

Okay, kid. One minute you're
complaining we're a charity club,

and the next minute we're
doing it for free. What goes on?

Well, you yourself said
we couldn't take the farm.

What else could we have done?

You didn't give us a
chance to discuss it.

I mean, you volunteered us.

Ah, what's the big deal?

We're simply out to
exonerate someone.

We do it all the time.

Yeah, but, Face, this
guy and his partner

could have the biggest
drug-running operation we ever saw.

His partner, maybe,
but not Robbie.

He's exactly the way
my uncle described him.

I'd bet my life
on his innocence.

Otherwise, I never would've
gone through the trouble

of looking you guys up.

(B.A.) Well, I don't
care how we do this,

as long as Murdock don't fly us.

You are constantly
drawing false conclusions

based on little or
no information at all.

You're a nut, and that's a
conclusion based on fact.

Only based on your definition
of what constitutes nuttiness.

Now I think the others here
might agree that my recent behavior

can only be described as normal.

A reasonable description,
considering the fact

that I have consciously decided

to conform to
less-aberrant behavior

simply because of your
constant verbal abuse.

Even when he talks
straight, he sounds crazy.

Do they argue like
this all the time?

[sighing] Usually.

(Hannibal) Now, the
first thing we have to do

is check out that
cargo shipping company

and your cousin's partner.

You know his name? Al Jackson.

I tried contacting him but he
wouldn't even give me the time of day.

Well, sometimes it's just a
matter of how you ask for it.

(Judy) What do you mean?

Oh, what Face means is

you can find almost anything
you want to know about a person,

providing you have the
proper psychological approach.

Right, Murdock? (Murdock) Right.

[tires screeching]

[knocking on door]

It's open.

You Al Jackson?

Yeah. Cash box is in the back.

We wanna ask you about
a guy named Robert Hicks.

Who are you?

We wanna know
about Robert Hicks.

Right. Okay. What
do you wanna know?

He doesn't work here
anymore. That's about all I know.

Oh, no, it isn't.

You know he was
thrown in a Venezuelan jail

for smuggling drugs
out of Colombia.

He was supposed to be bringing
back a shipment of turquoise

from the Turquoise
Mining Company in Malaga.

Well, look. These are
freelance assignments.

He's allowed to try to
do anything he wants.

Al, I don' t think Hicks
wanted to run drugs.

Now, what do you know
about this? Who hired him?

Hey, look, I'm just
a runner. That's all.

I take my cut and that's it.

Sometimes I don't
go, and I send Rob.

Did Hicks know he
was running drugs?

I doubt if he did. I... I don't
think he would've made the runs.

He's kind of a goody two-shoes.

Now, who's behind the operation?

Beats me.

You'd have to track him down to
Colombia. That's where he works out of.

Good.

Now they've lost Hicks, they're
gonna need a pilot. Murdock.

Hmm?

(Al) But then, I-I've already
got a pilot for the next run.

Oh, yeah? What's his name?

Dick Nash.

(Al) What are you doing?

Well, you don't expect

Dick Nash here to carry the drugs
back on his shoulders, do you?

Those are the keys to the plane.

Let him go, B.A.

(Judy) What happened?
What did you find out?

Murdock just got hired by the Long
Beach Cargo shipping company.

This is serious
business, Murdock.

So you won't be able to take
your invisible dog Billy with you,

or your talking bug
friends. You got that?

B.A., have I said anything
about invisible dogs?

Have I had any conversations
with insects of late? No.

You are the one displaying
paranoiac tendencies, my friend.

If you will excuse me.

Uh, Judy, we're
gonna fly from here,

so if you'll take the van
back to your house...

Wait a minute.
I'm going with you.

He's my cousin.

No way. This is dangerous work.

Oh, uh, I forgot to bring
B.A.'s bedtime drink.

What?

Uh, can I use a 2-by-4 again?

B.A.'s bedtime drink?

Yeah. He's afraid to fly. We have
to drug him to get him on a plane.

Yeah, get the 2-by-4.

Have you ever tried hypnosis?

Yeah, well, it's a great idea,

but none of us knows
anything about hypnosis.

I do. I could try
it if you'd like.

But that means I
get to come along.

Okay, try it on him.
If it works, you're in.

A-A-And if it does work,

uh, don't have him singing
like a chicken or anything, huh?

Pardon me, Mr. Baracus,

but I have been admiring
the jewelry around your neck.

Oh, this piece in particular.

Would you mind if I
took a closer look at it?

Sure. Look all you want.

It's such an unusual piece.

Look how it catches
the light on the corners.

Yeah, it's pretty, ain't it?

See how it shines?

Yeah.

Hey, Colonel, we're gonna
get some company here.

[siren wailing]

This baby's ready
to go if you are.

(Hannibal) Jackson
must have called them.

Uh, Judy, we're gonna have
to hurry this up just a little.

When I count to three,
you'll be fast asleep.

One,

two...

Three.

Judy, drive this around
behind the shed, will you?

[sirens wailing]

Aw, Hannibal, let him go!
We don't have time for that!

You phoned the cops,
didn't you, sleazebag?

You tried to steal my plane.

Maybe we should stick around

and explain to them about your
little cocaine-smuggling operation.

Who are you guys?

You get the cops,
and you tell them

how wrong you were to call them

or we'll be back here to turn you
into dog meat, you understand?

Yeah. Yeah.

Good.

[engines revving]

[engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

Okay, what's the
problem, mister?

There's no problem.

[panting]

Just a small misunderstanding.

Unbelievable.

To think of all the sodium
pentothal we wasted

when all we had to
do was hypnotize him.

Could you fix it so we
could do this all the time?

Sure. I can suggest a word
that will put him to sleep

every time he hears it.

And when this is all
over, I can cancel it.

Well, you better make
it a very obscure word.

I wouldn't want him to go
beddy-bye in the middle of a firefight.

I usually use the
word "eclipse."

I think you'll find that's
used once every few years.

Yeah. I don't think
I've ever used it.

When we land, I'll give him
the cue and then wake him up.

I'm gonna see what
the ETA is. Excuse me.

Mmm-hmm.

[engine humming]

Well, Murdock, how's it going?

Well, I'm on final
approach, sir.

We... we should be landing
in about 15 minutes, Colonel.

You know, while
we're running around

trying to find out who's
running this operation,

uh, as a new pilot,

I think it would be a
good idea to give this

Dick Nash a really rough edge.

To keep them from asking
too many questions, you know?

I'll, uh,

examine my alternatives and
I'll come up with something, sir.

Murdock, are you
going straight on me?

Straight, sir?

Well, you know, no
soliloquies, no songs.

The words coming from your mouth

could come from the mouth
of an insurance salesman.

You're turning

legit.

No.

I'm merely conforming to

a more acceptable
norm of conduct, sir.

Well, I'm gonna
miss it, you know.

The old yell

you used to give on take-off.

Colonel, you still
have your memories.

[sniffing]

B.A., when I count to
three, you will wake up.

But when you hear
the word "eclipse,"

you will fall right
back to sleep.

Any chance you can make
it so he won't want to kill us

when he wakes up?

Sorry.

One, two, three.

Where are we? What's going on?

We're in a plane.

Is that fool Murdock
flying this thing?

Eclipse!

[laughing]

Hey, Hannibal,
this is gonna be fun.

Just don't get carried away.

What do you think of this,

Colonel?

Nice touch, Murdock.

I got it cutting my way
through barbed wire

with my teeth.

What about Sleeping Beauty here?

Okay, Judy, after
we're gone, wake him up

and tell him to be ready in
case there's any trouble. Let's go.

[door opening]

One, two, three.

Where did everybody go?

[door slamming]

You lookin' for somebody?

Nash. Huh?

Dick Nash.

I don't think he's
reported in yet.

Well, he has now.

You're Dick Nash?

How many times I gotta
repeat myself, buddy?

Go ahead, help yourself.
Here's an opener.

Oh, it's grape. I
don't like grape.

[glass smashing]

Come on.

I'll show you
where your cargo is.

Oh, no, Hannibal.

We'll never be able to go
through all these filing cabinets.

We don't even know
what we're looking for.

Speak for yourself.

"Talbot," "Thurston," "Trenton,"

"Turquoise Mine
Jewelry Company."

I don't believe it. You mean, they
actually keep records on drug smuggling?

Everybody keeps records,

even ones they never want found.

Remember Nixon?

Hey, man, what's going
on? What are we doing here?

Good, B.A. Stay out there and
keep an eye on things for us.

Here he is. Winston Corliss.

That's the guy
everybody's working for.

Why does that
name sound familiar?

Amy was talking about him.

A friend of hers investigated
him last year on drug trafficking.

He fled the country and they
were never able to extradite him?

He's got friends high up in
the Colombian government.

Uh, uh, Hannibal, that, uh, reporter
friend of Amy's, he got killed, didn't he?

He sure did. Winston's scum.

If we could turn him over,

we could open up a network of
drug operations all over the world.

Yeah, and if you two don't get out of
there before somebody catches you,

we're gonna find ourselves opened
up all over the world. Come on.

[grunting]

Hey.

(Murdock) These
crates are heavy.

Get us some help, will you?

[birds chirping]

Hiya, Pete.

You wanna lend us a hand?

We got four more crates here.

This the turquoise run?

Yeah. That's the new
pilot. He came in early.

He doesn't talk much.

He's strange, but as long as he
can fly, what do we care, right?

I thought we were getting
Dick Nash to make this run.

Yeah, Dick Nash. That's him.

That ain't Dick Nash.

I worked with him a few years
ago on the Caribbean line.

Are you sure?

Positive. Dick Nash is black.

Hey, you! Nash!

Or whatever your name is.

Who are you, mister?

What happened to Dick Nash?

I am Dick Nash.

I know Dick and you ain't him.

(Murdock) You couldn't know me

'cause I wouldn't
stoop to spit on you.

[groaning]

[all yelling]

(Pete) I got a gun
in the car, Mack.

[grunting]

[gun firing]

Now, the question
you're asking yourself is

did he fire five or six bullets?

Do you feel lucky?

Who are you guys, anyway?

B.A., put these guys
out of their misery.

[groaning]

Hang on to this, honey.

Things look good. We
got the shipload of cocaine

and we know the name
of the number-one bad guy.

Now all we have
to do is catch him.

Hey, Hannibal, I
ain't flying, man.

I don't know how
you guys have been

getting me in and
out of these planes.

But this time I'm ready
for you. This time...

Eclipse. Eclipse.

I don't know how
we're gonna pull this off.

Even if we catch Corliss,
we can't extradite him.

As long as he's in
Colombia, he's safe.

But I have a
plan. It's brilliant.

Brilliant and foolproof.

All we have to do is get
Murdock to crash the plane.

Well, I think I'd like to be
hypnotized for this part, too.

Suit yourself.

[engine roaring]

I just received word a
plane has gone down

in the jungle near the border.

A small cargo plane.

Gather up a search party.
We're going to look for it.

Perhaps we can find another
shipment of "turquoise."

[grunting]

Uh, Murdock. Murdock. Murdock.

[panting]

That's good enough.

Let me see what you look like.

[grunting]

I don't know, Hannibal.

I guess you guys
know what you're doing.

But it sure does seem
like an elaborate plan.

It seems like there's gotta be
a simpler way to go about this.

(Hannibal) Well, this is simple.

He wanders deliriously to
the highway until someone

picks him up and
takes him to the hospital.

Once Corliss finds
out he's in the hospital,

he'll go to him to find out
where the plane crashed.

What if he doesn't do
anything like that? He will.

He's already lost
one load of cocaine.

He can't let another
one rot in the jungle.

[sighing] A black eye.

What?

He needs a black eye, like
he hit his head on impact.

No, I'm... I'm sorry, Murdock,

but... but makeup would
wash off in the hospital.

All in the line of duty, sir.

And I know just the
man to give it to him.

No, no, no. B.A.,
you'd break his jaw.

Face, you hit him.

Right.

Murdock, this is... this is gonna
hurt me more than it hurts you.

Now, what kind of
punch would you like?

Left cross, left
jab, right uppercut?

[grunts]

[crickets chirping]

(Corliss) This is the second
shipment this week that I've lost.

Do you know how much
money we're talking here?

(Dalton) Maybe we didn't
lose this shipment, Mr. Corliss.

I mean, the pilot walked
away from the wreck.

That means that the
stuff could still be intact.

(Corliss) I wanna know
what's going on here.

I wanna know where
this pilot Nash came from.

I wanna know what
happened to the real pilot,

and I wanna know who
these friends of his are

that hung you two
tough guys out to dry.

Did you at least get
a good look at them?

Not really. They
jumped us from behind.

It was all like a blur.

I'd recognize that
one guy real fast.

Huh, I ain't seen
nothing like him in my life.

What hospital is he in, this Nash
guy, or whatever his name is?

In Malaga.

Okay. Okay.

I think the least we could do for one of
our employees is to pay him a little visit.

Get the guns. Let's go.

[crickets chirping]

I can't take it no more.

There are midgets
all over the floor.

[groaning]

And their hands are
larger than my feet.

They're grabbing at me...

[yelling]

[panting] Please, don't.

Knock it off, Murdock, will you?

A little delirium
goes a long ways.

I have to. I'm practicing.

I got all these pent-up
anxieties from acting straight.

How do I look?

Think those guys from this
morning will recognize me?

Absolutely.

[door opening]

[Murdock groaning]

Please, we have a man in pain.

Let me check him out
of the hospital, Doc.

Show some respect.
Now, move aside.

What do you think you're doing?

I said we're taking cousin
Dick here back home.

You can't do this.

What do you plan to do with him?

He's gonna show us
where he crashed his plane.

[gun cocking] Now let's move it.

(Murdock) It must've
been some kind of dinosaur

from the Mesozoic era.

This is really highly irregular.

Did you see those lights in the
sky? There were thousands of them.

They landed, but
who knows where?

They could be here.

They could be right here.

Uh, please, don't
make me, please.

Who's this guy?

His doctor. We needed
him to get out of the hospital.

And we figured he
could probably help out

'cause this banana slips in and
out of reality every five minutes.

He's gotta get us to that plane.

He'll get us to the
plane. Won't he, doctor?

I'm his doctor. I
don't control his mind.

I'm sure you'll
think of something.

They control the horizontal.

They control the vertical.

Don't attempt to
adjust it. You'll be next.

You'll be next. You'll be next.

[car engine starts]

Yeah. Watch for cars.

Psst.

Uh, a little to the right. Good.

Just a second, let me...

Wait, wait, wait.

[birds chirping]

[paper tearing]

Right there?

Uh, good. Okay.

Come on, let's go.

(Hannibal) Well, 7:00.

That's all right, considering
we were a couple of hands short.

[lighter clicking]

Is that them?

[birds chirping]

I'll find out.

(Hannibal) Let's
go. We gotta move.

Move? Are you crazy?

No. A bunch of Venezuelan
Federales crossed the border line.

They're headed this way. We
can't let them find the cocaine.

We got Corliss
to deliver to 'em.

What about the plane?

We're gonna have to move it. You
didn't break anything, did you, B.A.?

No. But I should have.

It's bad enough
when Murdock flies,

but at least he knows how to.

Who said I was gonna
fly it? Get aboard.

[engine revving]

You're actually gonna taxi
this thing through the jungle?

Oh, man. I never thought
the day would come

when I'd wish Murdock was here.

Hang on.

[engine revving]

[bullets ricocheting]

I think you better
step on it, Hannibal.

Yeah, man, if you
don't go any faster,

they're gonna get
one of our tires, man!

I'll shoot their tires first.

Get to that cargo door,
discourage them a little.

[guns firing]

Let's get those
vehicles in order. Fast.

We have to try to keep following
it, which shouldn't be too hard.

There's no place to take off.

[speaking Spanish]

(Dalton) We're almost out
of Colombia, Mr. Corliss.

(Corliss) No, we still
have 15 kilometers to go.

I'm still safe.

This had better
be the right turnoff.

Remember, Doctor,
you're responsible.

Don't worry.

As difficult as he
was to understand,

I think I can manage to figure
out my own patient's instructions.

Climbed out of the ice. It
was bigger than a house.

It laid an egg, but it
was too late for breakfast.

[tires squealing]

(Murdock whimpering)
Please don't leave me again.

Please, I don't
wanna look at it.

I don't wanna look at it.

I looked up into 500 pounds
of foreign muscle and...

[sobbing]

(Face) There's no plane.

(Corliss) Well, Doctor,

I guess you didn't
understand your patient

as well as you thought you did.

Well, uh, perhaps if we could wait
for another moment of coherency,

I could ask him again.

Did you hear that, Mr. Nash?
Would you like another painkiller?

I got a painkiller
for the both of you.

Now where's the plane?

Well,

gotta look on the bright side.

We don't have to make this
one look like a plane crash.

Oh, Hannibal,
this is terrible, man.

The plane cut a path that
even blind people can follow.

Them Federales are gonna
be on us in a hot second.

Yeah. You're probably right.

Get the weapons out.
I'll be back in a minute.

Wait a minute, man.
Where you going?

Well, I gotta go back
to the old plane site

and tell Face and
Murdock where we are.

But I have to stay out of sight.

How you gonna do that, man?

I've decided the most realistic
way is to use my duck call.

Oh, Hannibal, not the call.

Especially after what
happened to us last time.

What happened last time?

B.A., this time it'll work.

Uh, I take it Hannibal's
duck call isn't very good.

Good? It's perfect.
That's the problem.

The last time he used that call,

some duck hunters from the
area almost had us for dinner.

Disgusting! Being
mistaken for ducks.

[duck call quacking]

You're wasting my time.

This is definitely
oil from an airplane.

(Corliss) What?

Airplane oil.

You see, what
probably happened is

my patient came, uh, right
down through here somewhere

and crashed
somewhere down the line.

If I can work with my patient,

I'm sure he'll be
able to lead us right to

where the plane crashed.

Won't you?

[quacking]

What the hell is that?

Sounds like a duck.

Plane!

What did I tell you?

Plane!

(Face) Yeah, we're
definitely closing in on it.

(Murdock) Plane!

(Face) I think we'd
better stay on foot.

Plane!

[imitating airplane engine]

[quacking]

[quacking gets faster]

The rear patrol reports no
sign of further advancement.

That means the
plane can be no more

than three miles from
us in any direction.

So we'll split up
and circle the area.

Then we will move in together.

All right. Let's go.

[grunting]

(Hannibal) They'll
be here any minute.

I don't know how many of them
there are, so be ready for anything.

Seen any duck
hunters along the way?

You had to tell her, huh?

Uh, Judy, stay on the
ground below these boxes.

B.A., take the left flank.

(Murdock) Three-hundred
light-years from earth.

They're all buried under the
ground. Don't touch the eggs.

Keep away from me.

[panting]

Might that be what you've
been looking for, gentlemen?

My plane! My plane!

My kingdom for my plane!

I think he...

I think he means that one.

Let's move it!

This isn't over for anybody
until I get my stash back.

[rustling]

Federales!

This is a trap.

Hey, this guy's a
phony. He ain't no doctor!

(Dalton) He's the guy that jumped
us this morning at the airport.

[groaning]

[grunting]

(Hannibal) Let's
give them cover, B.A.

[machine guns firing]

Don't let those guys get away!

But Mr. Corliss...
I said, we get up!

[bullets ricocheting]

Glad to see you. Grab a gun.

Hannibal, next time
you decide to move,

send out
change-of-address cards.

Murdock and I almost
bought the farm back there.

You know, we got
Federales headed this way?

Yeah, they
arrived a little early.

That's why we had to relocate.

Okay, I'll go around back,
see if I can find Corliss.

Face, take my position.

I'm out of ammo, B.A.
Hand me some clips.

What?

Clips! Give me clips!

(Judy) You said the trigger
word. You said "eclipse."

(both) Judy!

(Corliss) Let's get out of
here. Let them fight it out.

(Sanchez) Now, drop
your guns, everyone.

I order you all under arrest.

You need not bother with
me and my associates.

This man... this man
here is the one you want.

And there's more of his team
hidden in the jungle, I'm sure.

And here we are.

What's this? What's going on?

Mr. Winston Corliss is one of the
world's leading cocaine dealers.

This is some of
his stock in trade.

We thought you might want to
keep it for the court, as evidence.

If I were you, Colonel, I
would arrest these men

and forget about
everything else.

I have friends in the
Colombian government

who could make things
very difficult for you.

I couldn't care less about your
friends in the Colombian government.

This is Venezuela you're in now.

[Hannibal laughing]

Venezuela?

Yeah, we knew we couldn't
extradite you from Colombia,

so we nailed you
in another country.

Neat, huh?

Who are you men? What... what
do you have to do with all of this?

We are agents for the United
States Drug Enforcement Agency.

Undercover, of course.

[sneezing]

That's the best news
story I ever read.

Please, won't you sit down?

We got a letter from the
American ambassador down there,

and he said that in just a
very few days, probably,

Robbie will be released.

After they found out that
Mr. Corliss was behind all of this,

they believed in Robbie's
innocence immediately.

I'm sure his military record
had a lot to do with it, Uncle Jes.

So we decided we'd better

get down here and make this
place into a real homecoming.

We have collected
nearly $15,000, Mr. Smith.

And if... if you just give us a few
more days, we'll have the whole thing.

Well, it... it really
didn't cost that much.

The airplane usually
runs up the big bill

and, uh, we had
one provided for us.

Which brings up the
same question, Hannibal.

Now, how are you getting me in
and out of these airplanes, man?

B.A., have you thought
about seeing a doctor

about these blackouts
you've been having?

Blackouts? Man, I ain't
having no blackouts.

I'm falling dead asleep.

And every time I wake
up, there's a plane nearby.

It's probably, um, narcolepsy.

Ah! It's very common.

It happens to
Billy all the time.

You see, Murdock?
There you go again.

Talking about your
crazy made-up friends.

I knew you weren't
going straight, fool.

We... we're only trying... trying to
make you feel more comfortable.

Comfortable?

It's all because of you that I'm
having these blackouts, sucker.

B.A.'s afraid to fly, Uncle Jes.

That's what this is all about.

Really?

I bet Judy here
can help you out.

She knows hypnosis.

And I bet she could
put B.A. in a trance

and talk him right
out of his fear.

Hypnosis. That's it!

(all) No, no.

You hypnotized me, didn't you?

Hannibal, I want an
answer from you, right now.

Answer me, Hannibal,

before I knock your head
right off your shoulders.

(Judy) Hannibal...

Eclipse.

I cancelled the word.

B.A.