02x11 - Steel

[bunniefuu]

In 1972, a cr*ck commando unit
was sent to prison by a m*llitary 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.

What did Gunderson want,
for Pete's sake?

He does work
for the City Planning Commission.

I think what he wants
is the building finished, Uncle Mickey.

The contract that they signed
when we took this bid...

was for four payments.

They've advanced the second
when they didn't have to.

You want them to pay again and we still
haven't taken down the steelwork?

They know I have problems.
I'm working on a short crew.

- That's not Mr. Gunderson's fault.
- It's Denham's fault.

He's sabotaging the whole project.

I can't get this job finished.
He should get the chair.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

- You want to sit down?
- No.

Did you take your pill before?
You haven't been taking your medicine.

Will you leave me alone?
I just have a little indigestion.

Angina.

Angina, whatever.
Shouldn't have had that...

Uncle Mickey!

Hey, Stern.

The word's out it ain't safe
working around here.

Damn it. My payroll was in there.

You're out of business, Stern.

This time it was just the payroll,
but next time...

you and your pretty niece...

get inside the trailer first.

Capisci?

It's over, Uncle Mickey.

Denham's not going to stop for anything.

Neither am I.

Come on, you're not gonna risk
the lives of these men and you know it.

Denham will steamroll over anyone
who gets in his way.

You know what kind of animal he is.

You're worried about me getting
a heart att*ck and you bring me here.

All those crazy hours on street corners...

Chinese laundries, winos in alleys,
and now sharks.

I told you not to come.

Since when do you tell me things?

I'm your uncle. You don't tell me.

- What are you looking at?
- Uncle Mick.

Jerks like that looking at you.

What are you dressed like that for?

So they'll look at me like that.

We'll take
a 10-minute break now.

You'll find refreshment stands
and restrooms here.

There are also shops if you need more film
so you can take photos of yourself...

with Frankie and Drac to take home
to show your friends and family.

Remember your tram and seat number.
Thank you.

Would you get lost with that thing?
Go on, get out of here.

What is it with that guy?

Where do we go now?

You want a picture with
Aqua Maniac? Scream-scream, glub-glub?

No, thanks. We don't have a camera.

Take a ride,
or don't you want to hire the A-Team?

The A-Team?

Hannibal Smith, at your service.

- For real?
- About as real as it gets.

You go over to the main gate.

You'll see a tram
that looks like a trolley car.

I'll meet you there.

Thank you!

Wait till your mommy sees this picture.

Cover for me, Mel.
I'll be back in ten.

Will you get out of here?
I'm not gonna tell you again.

Sorry. Parties with VIP passes only.

You hard of hearing, sucker?

You heard what the man said,
VIP passes only.

Now get out of here!

- How are you doing, Hannibal?
- Thanks, Face.

Look, what am I doing here anyway?

I mean, it wasn't my idea
to contact these people.

It was mine. Have you spoken with Mr. Lee?

I hear you may lose
a demolition contract...

due to unnatural accidents
at the building site.

Unnatural, yeah.

We're being sabotaged by a competitor,
Carl Denham.

I can speak for myself.

We're being sabotaged by Carl Denham.

Denham Construction and Wrecking?
That's a very big outfit.

- They have contracts with the city...
- The guy is a bum!

He never ran a legitimate business...

always manages to underbid everybody...

because the concrete that he pours
and the steel that he uses...

is never up to specifications.
He had a bridge collapse on him last year.

He managed to skate out
from under it without losing his license.

I'll tell you something else. They gave him
the deal to build the new bridge.

He can't have a monopoly.

What does he care
about one building in the city?

All I know is I was lucky to get the contract.
It was a fluke.

The city re-zoned the territory
and they want me...

to tear down the building that's there
and they'll put up a new high-rise.

They gave me the contract
and now he's furious.

Denham's blown so many holes
in my d*ke I can't finish the job.

He's put men in the hospital,
he's sabotaged my supplies...

and now he's blown up
my payroll this week.

The insurance company
is looking at us sideways...

and we can barely get the men
to work for us anymore.

I can't blame them. I only have
until Wednesday to pay their salaries.

After that they're gonna walk.

If you can't get them to work for you,
what do you want us to do?

- There's only four of us.
- I don't know.

What you can do is make Denham back off.

I said I can talk for myself.

Now, what you can do
is make Denham back off.

You two have
a very interesting relationship.

I don't want to see my men trying to feed
their families on workmen's comp.

They can't b*at the bricks forever.

And they sure as hell can't get a job
from Denham.

Anybody who has held a card for me
is zero over there.

What do you think, B.A.?

I think maybe I wanna meet this dude.

Maybe help him with his bridgework,
like busting up his mouth.

B.A., that's very funny. You know
you're developing a sense of humor?

Slowly, but it is developing.

Face, you spring Murdock.

We'll regroup at B.A.'s
as soon as I get off the shift.

Enjoy the rest of the tour.

Bread and butter.

I thought the guy in the Chinese laundry
was crazy.

Get back! Stay back!

I was looking for H.M. Murdock's room.
Well, I guess I've found it.

Well, he started up earlier this morning...

but we're used to this sort of behavior
with Mr. Murdock.

But he's gotten much worse.

If I didn't know better,
I'd actually believe he has been bitten...

- and has contracted rabies.
- Nurse, believe it.

But that's not possible.

You see, Mr. Murdock's dog
is a figment of his imagination.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I don't know you
and you're not familiar with this case.

That's because I'm not a doctor.

"The United States Department
of Animal Health and Welfare"?

One of your superiors was aware
of the impending epidemic...

and didn't want to take any chances.

He's crazy. He's gone.

- He's foaming at the mouth.
- I can't believe it.

- He has never been this violent before.
- He bit me.

He bit you? I'm going to have you in
for an entire series of blood scans...

and a full rabies and tetanus board.

Could you get me that wheelchair, please?
Thanks.

How can he have rabies
when his dog isn't real?

From animals that escaped last night...

from Germany,
came in on a Lufthansa flight.

They're supposed to be transported
under airtight security...

to the Wadsworth Research Facility.

Could you grab the door, please?

Now.

Easy boy, easy. Get on the chair.

Open up.

Could you step inside, please?

Come on, step inside. That's right.

Keys.

Come on. It's for your own good.

I want you to remain in quarantine
until I check back with you in a couple days.

By then I will have developed
the serum you need.

And you're to speak of this
to no one except Nurse Billings.

Contact me immediately
should he develop any strange symptoms...

such as the desire to scratch
behind his ears.

Wait! Mr. Murdock is a patient here.

I can't just release him
to someone from the pound.

We happen to be a division
of the Federal Government...

working in conjunction
with the Department of Health Services...

which gives us jurisdiction
over any and all state institutions.

So please be careful before coughing up
the word "pound" like that.

And I need not remind you
to speak of this to no one.

All hospitals in... Easy, boy, easy.

All hospitals in the city have been warned
of the possible outbreak.

Well, hopefully Mr. Murdock's
condition was caught in time...

and you can develop a serum.

Yeah, well, we hope.

This man could single-handedly save...

the entire population of Los Angeles.

Down, boy!

Do you understand?
This is Denham's last offer.

You got till tomorrow
to think it over.

After that, the offer is no good.

Then we're gonna have to do it
the hard way.

Just what do you think you're doing?

What are you doing here? Get off of this lot!

I just do
what Mr. Denham tells me to.

On this lot, you do what I tell you.
Get out of here.

I was being kind enough
to offer jobs to anyone who wants them...

when Denham Construction
takes over this contract.

Denham Construction's not taking over.

- These men are on my payroll.
- What payroll?

You guys finished signing the roster?

What do you expect them to do?
They all got families.

Denham can keep them working.
He can also keep them on unemployment.

You said your piece.
Denham doesn't have this contract yet...

so you take your ugly guys
and get them out of here.

When I'm finished, old man.

- Don't you call me...
- Uncle Mickey!

The man said "go."

I take my orders from Denham.
Be smart. Do the same.

You guys look like
you can work steel pretty well.

Sign in, and you're on the roster.

You got anything else
you want us to chew over?

You should let the boys tell you what can
happen to you if you work for Stern.

I'd rather you told me.

It's almost predictable by now, isn't it?

Sure glad you guys got here in time.

That's the trouble with that car.
You're never late for anything.

You did a good job.

Murdock, what are you doing?

I'd say it was just
an expression of pure enthusiasm.

I find it simplistic and naive of you
to assume...

that I can be placated
with an ersatz morsel of this kind.

A shallow, culinary trinket.

Now if there were two of them...

You know I ain't going for it. You got that?

- Absolutely.
- Good.

Now, we got to let Denham know
that we're taking care of business here.

Yeah, I'm sure his g*ons
will pass that bit of data along to him.

Never send somebody to do a chore like this
when we can do it much better.

I'm doing the best I can.

I don't want to hear this, Carl.

I don't come here to hear that
your boys got their beanies handed to them.

I come here so you can tell me
that building isn't coming down anymore.

- You hear me, Carl?
- I do, Tommy.

You do, but meanwhile...

I get to drive by and see
the walls come tumbling down.

Every day I have my driver
swing out of our way to take a peek...

and you know what I see, Carl?

They're still tearing down the building.

I don't want it torn down!

This is something I can't have right now.
I want you to stop it.

Or maybe I take my business elsewhere.

Maybe someone else needs me
to bankroll them, don't you think?

I swear to you, it'll be all over
by tomorrow, Tom.

Tomorrow is Wednesday. It's payday.

And Stern has no money to pay these guys.

And nobody can afford that kind of charity,
to keep working for nothing.

These guys got families to feed.
They gotta put food on the table.

So, as of tomorrow, Tom... I mean, forget it.

Stern's out of business.

Then we'll just step in
and we'll take over the contract.

Okay. That's very good, Carl.

Or I may have to get somebody else
to handle a different kind of contract.

Face.

Stick with the guy in the stretched chariot.

Looks like he makes Denham nervous.

Yeah. I can see that.
What are you gonna do?

I'm going to check out
Denham's petty-cash situation.

Seems like he doesn't
believe in social security...

FICA and Federal withholding.

He's paying the guys out of that lunch truck.

Undermining everything
this country stands for.

I can't allow that.

I'm glad I'm not gonna be around
to see this.

Murdock, stand by.

How's it going?

I guess I could complain,
but that wouldn't do any good.

So I won't.

- These doughnuts fresh?
- Yeah, sure.

As long as you dunk them in the coffee.

I was expecting something
to come along with it.

You asked for a sinker, that's what you got.

Isn't today payday?

I don't pay people for eating my doughnuts.
They pay me.

Sorry I don't have what you want.

I guess I'll just have to eat
what my wife fixes me.

You know, it always gives me indigestion.

I think it's the lead slugs
that keep repeating.

Now this looks a little more
like dessert.

You're gonna be dead
before you reach the corner.

- You think so?
- Yeah, I know it.

I know every man on this crew.
Who are you?

I'm the Wicked Warlock
of the North.

When I come down on you...

there won't be anything left
except a smear of grease.

Hi, fellas!

They're trying to rip us off!

- Beware of the dogs of w*r!
- Get him!

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon. How are you doing?

Fine. We're not open till 7:00.

See, actually,
a gentleman just came in here...

and he dropped this outside.
Tough-looking customer.

- Short, dark hair.
- That's the owner.

I'm sure he'll be pleased
to have it returned to him.

I wonder, would it be possible for me...

to hand it over to him personally,
do you think?

- Mr. Tillis is right in there.
- Thanks.

Tillis. Oh, no. Why him of all people?

Look, I'm having a little cocktail party
at my place this evening.

I wonder, would you like to come?

- That'd be nice.
- May I use your phone?

- Sure. It's right behind you.
- Thanks.

Tommy Tillis?

Crazy Tommy T?

That's right. Crazy Tommy T.

A guy like that has mob connections
out the wazoo, know what I mean?

Yeah, but the question is,
what's he got to do with Denham?

Why put the pressure on Mickey
to keep from putting his high-rise up?

Whatever his reason...

I don't think we wanna get in his way.

Crazy Tommy T hits a wall head on
and there's nothing left but a pile of bricks.

When B.A. pays off the crew,
I'll take him and Murdock...

and I'll scout Denham. You see what else
you can find out from Tillis.

Stick with Tillis?

I didn't plan on making a career out of this,
I'm in my Vette.

Not exactly the most inconspicuous car
to do a tail job in.

That will work for you.

He'd never think that anybody would be
crazy enough to follow him in a flashy car.

You don't believe that?

No, but I thought you'd feel better. Bye.

Why me?

"Stick with him." How am I gonna do that?

- Mr. Tillis wants to talk to you.
- Me?

- You.
- Great.

Nice place you have here.

I understand you have my wallet.

- Your wallet?
- Yeah.

Isn't that what he said, sugar?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah, right. No, I made a little mistake.

- A big one.
- Why don't we check it out?

Now, listen.

- You're right. It's not my wallet.
- You see?

Sing me a song. Make it a top ten.

- Well, you see, the truth is, you see...
- "Maury Birnbaum, talent agent."

I don't know who represents this girl,
but she's gorgeous.

She ought to be in pictures.
Fantastic bone structure.

"Arturo Wainwright, tractor salesman.
Herbert Digby, coffin salesman.

"You just ask it, we've got the casket."

You got trouble holding down a job
or you're some kind of con artist.

Which I hate con artists.

I mean they make me wanna puke,
know what I mean?

I mean they're always trying
to turn people off their life savings.

Understand me?

It's not really an honest crime
like gambling or dr*gs.

Talk to me, or I'll have Jilly here
use your head for an anvil.

Okay, I'm sorry, Mr. Tillis.

On the level.
J. Pierpont Finch, National Insider.

You know how some people hate the press.

Sometimes you have to come
from the inside or sideways...

even to get them to open up.

- Car keys.
- What?

- Car keys.
- Yeah. Right, sure, car keys.

We're going for a ride?

If these keys fit that white Corvette
parked outside...

we might just do that,
because that'll mean...

you were tailing me from that construction
site on Sixth and Figueroa, and then...

I won't believe you're a reporter.

Mr. Tillis, Carl's on the phone.

This is Tommy. Yeah, go ahead, Carl.

What? When did this happen?

- Doesn't sound like good news.
- What's going on?

What are we doing
getting pushed around like that?

No, you stay there in the office.
I'll be right over there.

Let's go.

We can finish this interview another time.
Perhaps I could speak with the girl.

Bring this braciole along.

I think he's got
a couple of hundred grand of mine.

If that's true, you're gonna see me
get very angry.

You don't wanna see me angry,
do you?

No, I can't say that I do.

Shut up, Murdock!
This noise is driving me crazy.

B.A., we are window washers.

Window washers listen to music.
You get a rhythm...

If you turn this music up,
I'll throw this radio down.

- You wouldn't dare.
- Yeah?

Hannibal!

Will you guys keep quiet?
I'm trying to hear something in here.

Cool out, will you, Tommy.

You let them make off
with $150,000...

I'm supposed to cool out?

Didn't know what else to do.
I couldn't report it or nothing.

Was I supposed to tell the cops.:

"Yeah, we pay off my workers in cash
to avoid taxes"?

Hey, it's not the money that bothers me.
Now Stern made his payroll.

He still has his crew out there...

and they're pounding up
the foundation to my warehouse!

- I know.
- You know. You don't know nothing.

What do you think happens
when they turn up my old partner...

stuck in that cement floor? What then?

You don't think they're gonna put
two and two together?

They'll know that if he didn't take the money
from out of our safe...

that maybe I whacked my partner, Jules,
took the dough and blamed it on him.

Not to mention the insurance I got
to cover the payroll.

They're not gonna find the body.

They're not gonna find the body
or the skeleton or whatever.

It's in the sub-foundation.

Unless they specifically look for it,
they'll never find it.

I can't take a chance like that.
What the hell's going on out there?

It's the window washers.

Tommy, don't you think it's kind of easy
for them to figure out...

check out who put that building up
for you in the first place?

If they find Jules' body,
they'll know I planted him for you.

I'm looking at a prison sentence, too.

No, you wouldn't.

That body turns up, they'll never get
a chance to find you to even prosecute you.

That's a promise from me to you.

Tommy!

All right, look.

I'll get a bunch of boys,
go find the guys who're helping Stern.

No, you've mucked it up enough.
I'll take care of it, okay?

I already have one of them.
He's in the limo with Jilly.

We'll have a nice talk
and he'll tell me lots of cute things.

And while he's at the river
learning how to breathe underwater...

I'll go over and show these guys
how to pour some concrete.

B.A., get us down.

- What?
- They got Face.

You got a light?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Nice.

Mr. Tillis has excellent taste.

'58, if I'm not mistaken.

Even I know sherry doesn't have years.

No, I was speaking of the original vintage
upon which the sherry was based.

Catch!

- What happened?
- Never mind. Just get them!

It was them!

Look at that.

It had to be.
It's the same guys that took the payroll.

- You think?
- Yeah.

All right, that's it.

I tried it your way. A couple of accidents,
knock out his payroll.

I'll go in there and do it
the way it should've been done.

The way you should've done it
from the top, you hear me?

Tommy.

Jilly.

You get me together
a good bunch of soldiers.

Tell them we got four bozos here
with a*t*matic weapons.

And we're gonna wrap them
in white satin by morning.

Animal cr*cker, big guy?

- Now?
- Come on!

What kept you guys anyway?

I told you to stay close to Crazy Tommy T,
but you got a little ridiculous.

You know what that means now, don't you?

You don't just kick Tommy T in the face
and then walk away.

You probably slide away on a roller board...

by the time he's finished working
on your knee caps.

I thought we were caught up
in a jurisdictional dispute between hardhats.

But it looks like we kicked over a rock
and found a scorpion.

I think better with a fresh cigar. Face?

Sorry, Hannibal.
I had to use my last cigar to escape.

- Too bad.
- Too bad?

It shouldn't take more than an hour
to get somebody to help you if you need it.

- How's it going, Uncle Mick?
- It couldn't be better.

We really b*at those guys this time.

- With a little help.
- Yeah, with a little help.

- Buy me a jelly roll.
- No. No jelly rolls for you.

It looks like maybe I spoke a little too soon.

B.A., get on that machine.
Mickey, get your guys off the job.

What's going on?

Denham's not the problem.
We kicked over the real monster.

- Crazy Tommy Tillis.
- The mobster?

He used to own this warehouse once.

Yeah, and he turned your building site
into a mausoleum for his ex-partner.

Tillis k*lled him
and Denham poured the concrete?

That's why you've had
so much interference.

They don't want you messing
with the foundations here.

You mean we've been digging up a grave?

I'm more worried about our graves.

That's why I want you, your niece
and your men off this job. Now move it.

- But there's only four of you.
- Yeah, he's got an army.

Well, the poor suckers
haven't got a chance.

All right, all you men!

Get down and let's get out of here!

Come on! Hurry up!
On the double! Let's move it!

Come on!
Get everybody out of here!

Hurry up! Come on!

You move out of here, too.

Let's go!

They haven't found it yet.

Where is everybody?
Haven't they blown the whistle yet?

Stern is usually here by now.
He's probably in the office.

Hey, Stern!

You in there?

What do you say, Tommy?

What gets you up so early in the morning?

Come to pay your respects
to your dear departed partner?

You don't know who you're messing with.

I do.

You're the king cockroach around here.

Now, we can do this the hard way
or the easy way.

In about a minute, I and my three friends...

are gonna unleash on you
your worst nightmare.

You're gonna wish the earth opened up
underneath your feet...

and swallowed you whole.

- What's the easy way?
- That was the easy way.

Nice.

We're back on schedule again.
The city's happy.

Once they understood what was going on...

they gave us the time we needed
to catch up.

We're glad to hear it.

You're not the only one
who has plenty of time.

Crazy Tommy T is gonna spend
a lot of years looking at walls.

Hard times. He gave it. Now he's doing it.

- It couldn't happen to a sweeter fellow.
- Let's not forget Denham.

Yeah. Denham buried Tommy's victim...

and then cheerfully poured concrete
all over him.

My boys just jackhammered
through the cement and found the evidence.

Talk about knowing
where the bodies are buried.

I am telling you,
the mere presence of a dog...

would have helped you locate
the deceased more quickly.

And I just happen to represent
a few highly available dogs...

and I'd be glad to arrange their services
for you in the future.

For a reasonable cost, of course.

Like how about a few dozen
of those animal crackers you had there?

Murdock, cool it, will you?

B.A., weren't you going
to the barbershop to get a haircut?

Yeah. My hair is getting a little long.

Face, you take Murdock back.
I'm going with B.A.

I picked him up. Now wait a minute.

Would you get your hand out of my jacket?
I picked him up!

I don't want him in my Vette!
What if he woofs out on me again...

and get hair on my seat, drool on my...

Don't be absurd.
You're talking to me as if I was a dog.