02x14 - In Plane Sight

[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.

Hi.

I'm Col. Sanchez.

You have landed
on private m*llitary property.

I'm sorry about that, Colonel,
but I didn't have much choice.

My port engine gave out on me...

and 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?
- Turquoise.

It's for a guy back in the States.
He imports it for his jewellery business.

Show it to me.

The r*fle.

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.

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

Turn around, senor.

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

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.

We keep subsidizing these 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.

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 John Smith...

Templeton Peck...

- H.M. Murdock, and B.A. Baracus.
- How do you do?

The A-Team I told you about.

This is my aunt and uncle,
Jes and Carrie Hicks.

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

Would anybody care
for some chicken soup?

- I made it fresh yesterday.
- I would.

Good. I'll go get some
for everybody. I'll be right back.

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

I love my country.

I served in World w*r 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.

Here we go. Soup's on.

Thanks.

Be careful not to sip it too fast.
You'll scald yourself.

"Abnormal Psychology"?

Are you a psychiatrist, Mr. Murdock?

No, ma'am. I'm insane.

Would you like a soda cr*cker
with your soup?

Thank you.

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 dr*gs.

I'm just saying that he didn't know he was.
Otherwise he wouldn't have made the run.

Sometimes people do things...

that we didn't think they would do.

Honest, patriotic Christians
don't become drug smugglers.

My son is a w*r 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.

Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?

No, I'm just clumsy.

I'm always dropping things in the...
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.

I bet you've got a mother at home
who drops things, too.

No, I don't.

Actually, I'm a...

I'm an orphan.

Who sent you cookies
when you were in the Army?

- Mostly the mess hall.
- 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.

A jailbreak?

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 Mr. and 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.

What was it, the chicken soup?

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?

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.

- You volunteered us.
- What's the big deal?

We're simply out to exonerate someone.
We do it all the time.

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.

I don't care how we do any of 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.

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?
- Usually.

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.

Sometimes it's just a matter
of how you ask for it.

What do you mean?

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?
- Right.

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 all I know.

No, it isn't.

You know he was thrown in a Venezuelan
jail for smuggling dr*gs out of Colombia.

He was supposed to be bringing back
a shipment of turquoise...

from the Turquoise Mining Company
in Málaga.

These are freelance assignments.
He's allowed to try to do anything he wants.

Al, I don't think Hicks wanted to run dr*gs.

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

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 dr*gs?

I doubt if he did.

I don't think he would've made the runs.
He's kind of a goody two-shoes.

- 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.

- I've already got a pilot for the next run.
- Yeah?

- What's his name?
- d*ck Nash.

What are you doing?

You don't expect d*ck Nash here
to carry the dr*gs back on his shoulders.

Those are the keys to the plane.
Let him go, B.A.

What happened?
What did you find out?

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

And this is serious business, Murdock.

So you can't take your invisible dog Billy,
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.

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.

- I forgot to bring B.A.'s bedtime drink.
- What?

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.

Have you ever tried hypnosis?

Yeah, 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.

And if it does work, don't have him
singing like a chicken or anything.

Pardon me, Mr. Baracus...

but I have been admiring
the jewellery around your neck.

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.

This baby's ready to go if you are.

Jackson must have called them.

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?

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?

Good.

- Okay, what's the problem, mister?
- There's no problem.

Just a small misunderstanding.

Unbelievable.

To think of all the sodium pentothal
we wasted...

when all we had to do was hypnotise 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.

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.

Well, Murdock, how's it going?

I'm on final approach, sir.

We should be landing
in about 15 minutes, Colonel.

While we're running around trying
to find out who's running this operation...

as a new pilot...

I think it would be a good idea
to give this d*ck Nash a really rough edge.

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

I'll 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.

I'm gonna miss it, you know.

The old yell you used to give on take off.

Colonel, you still have your memories.

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 k*ll 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!

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.

One, two, three.

Where did everybody go?

You looking for somebody?

Nash. d*ck Nash.

- I don't think he's reported in yet.
- Well, he has now.

- You're d*ck Nash?
- How many times I gotta repeat myself?

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

It's grape. I don't like grape.

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 know what we're looking for.

Speak for yourself.

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

"Turquoise Mine Jewellery Company."

I don't believe it. 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.

Hannibal, that reporter friend of Amy's,
he got k*lled, 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.

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.

These crates are heavy.
Get us some help, will you?

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 d*ck Nash
to make this run.

- d*ck Nash. That's him.
- That ain't d*ck Nash.

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

- Are you sure?
- Positive. d*ck Nash is black.

Hey, you! Nash!

Or whatever your name is.

Who are you, mister?
What happened to d*ck Nash?

I am d*ck Nash.

- I know d*ck and you ain't him.
- You couldn't know me...

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

I got a g*n in the car, Mack.

Now, the question
you're asking yourself is...

did he fire five or six b*ll*ts?

- Do you feel lucky?
- Who are you guys, anyway?

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

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.

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.

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

Suit yourself.

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."

Murdock. That's good enough.

Let me see what you look like.

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.

This is simple.

He wanders to the highway until someone
picks him up and takes him to the hospital.

Once Corliss finds out, 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.

- A black eye.
- What?

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

I'm sorry, Murdock,
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, B.A., you'd break his jaw.
Face, you hit him.

Right.

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

Now, what kind of punch would you like?

Left cross, left jab, right uppercut?

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

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

Maybe we didn't lose
this shipment.

The pilot walked away from the wreck.

That means that the stuff
could still be intact.

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 recognise that one guy real fast.

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

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

- In Málaga.
- Okay.

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

Get the g*ns. Let's go.

I can't take it no more.
There are midgets all over the floor.

And their hands are larger than my feet.

They're grabbing at me...

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 will recognise me?

Absolutely.

Please, we have a man in pain.

Let me check him out of the hospital, Doc.
Now, move aside.

What do you think you're doing?

I said we're taking cousin d*ck 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.

Now let's move it.

It must have been
a 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.
Please, don't make me, please.

- Who is this guy?
- His doctor.

Needed him to get out of the hospital.

Figured he could 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.

Watch for cars.

A little to the right. Good.

- Just a second, let me...
- Wait.

- Right there?
- Good. Okay.

Come on, let's go.

Well, 7:00.

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

Is that them?

I'll find out.

- 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 them.

- 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.

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

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

Hang on.

I think you better step on it, Hannibal.

Yeah, if you don't go any faster,
they're gonna get one of our tires, man!

I'll sh**t their tires first. Get to
that cargo door, discourage them a little.

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.

We're almost out of Colombia,
Mr. Corliss.

No, we still have 15 kilometres
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.

Please, I don't wanna look at it.

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

There's no plane.

Well, Doctor...

I guess you didn't understand your patient
as well as you thought you did.

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?

Gotta look on the bright side.

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

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.

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.

Hannibal, not the call.

Especially after
what happened to us last time.

What happened last time?

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

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.

You're wasting my time.

This is definitely oil from an airplane.

- What?
- Airplane oil.

You see, what probably happened is
my patient came right down through here...

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?

- What the hell is that?
- Sounds like a duck.

Plane!

What did I tell you?

We're definitely closing in on it.

I think we'd better stay on foot.

Plane!

The rear patrol reports no sign
of further advancement.

That means the plane can be no more than
3 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.

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.

Let Judy stay on the ground
below these boxes.

B.A., take the left flank.

Three-hundred
light-years from Earth.

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

Keep away from me.

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

My plane!

My kingdom for my plane!

I think he means that one.

Let's move it!

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

Federales!

This is a trap.

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

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

Let's give them cover, B.A.

Don't let those guys get away!

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

Glad to see you. Grab a g*n.

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 a*mo, B.A. Hand me some clips.
- What?

Clips! Give me clips!

You said the trigger word.
You said "eclipse."

Judy!

Let's get out of here.
Let them fight it out.

Now, drop your g*ns, everyone.

I order you all under arrest.

You need not bother
with me and my associates.

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 them
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.

Venezuela?

We knew we couldn't
extradite you from Colombia...

so we nailed you in another country.
Neat, huh?

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

We are agents for
the United States Drug Enforcement Agency.

Undercover, of course.

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 m*llitary 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 you just give us
a few more days, we'll have the whole thing.

Well, it really didn't cost that much.

The airplane usually runs up the big bill...

and 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?

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 narcolepsy.

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're only 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!

No.

You hypnotised 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.

Hannibal...

- Eclipse.
- I cancelled the word.