02x15 - The Battle of Bel Air

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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.

We just picked up unauthorised use
of a computer on the security level.

- What level?
- Red level.

Full data scan, interlocking with Interpol
and Federal satellite relays.

Luckily, the station she was using
didn't shut down.

- And her access code was still entered.
- Her?

A clerk in R&I who's been
with the firm less than one month...

making unsanctioned use
of the security computer at 5:00 a.m.?

Do you think she discovered our plan
to assassinate Sheik Fatasi at 2:00?

All we have is her final search data.

She was linked to the m*llitary computers
in Los Angeles.

She was calling up information
on the A-Team.

- They're a m*llitary unit...
- I know about them.

This dangerous breach could mean
she also knows about us.

- We can't be sure of that.
- Well, then let's be sure.

She was out of the building...

before it kicked back to security
that someone was in the computer.

She must have been moving fast.

Which is probably why
she left the computer on.

Find her, Carson.

Find her before she finds the A-Team.

Find her before 2.00.

Hold it!

You have to pay a toll
or the Cookie Monster will eat you.

Come on, Hannibal.
Are you kidding me?

Face, Decker's been crowding us.

Our last two supposed clients
have been m*llitary plants.

I was lucky to spot them
before they figured out I was Mr. Lee.

Stop complaining.
You love all that greasepaint.

That's why you run them
through the gauntlet.

To weed out the bad ones.

The odds are
one will slip through eventually.

We got to get out of town.

Yes, but out of the country? No, not now.

I got a real good thing on the burner here.

Selling fishing poles, leaky canteens,
and darts that don't even fly straight?

Try this one, Hannibal.

It just so happens...

that the Contessa Marascella
and her lovely daughter Carmella...

like to come shopping here
in the sporting goods department.

Man, I don't know why anybody
would want to come shopping here.

Especially no princess.
They don't even sell good darts.

There are more important things in life, B.A.,
than throwing darts.

Hannibal, now look, if I can hook up
with the Contessa, I'm taken care of.

I'll be on her
grouse hunting expedition for sure.

That way, I'll be out of the country
for a couple of weeks.

And if Carmella's nice to me...

I can parlay that into an extended leave.

The longer we wait the greater the risk.

My plan is...

we get out of town
as soon as I finish playing...

the Monster from Camp Runamuck.

Now, if the Contessa
and Carmella Marascella...

don't invite you by the time
I finish filming today...

you're out of luck. We leave tonight.

Come on, Face, the three of us
have had some great vacations.

And we'll pick a nice place. Rio, Acapulco...

I spent the last three weeks
peddling Pocket Fisherman...

flies, Happy Rudder inflatables.

I work my butt off to be
salesman of the month.

'Cause that's who the Contessa requests
when she comes shopping here.

Sorry.

Cheer up, Face.
It's an annual event.

I'm sure the Contessa and her grouse
will wait till next year.

Try this one, Hannibal.

- Nice, B.A.
- Lucky.

The A-Team! You're really the A-Team.
I found you. I'm Tawnia Baker.

You're Hannibal Smith, right?

Faceman.

Definitely B.A.

We don't give autographs.
What's going on, Murdock?

I've got some very important information
for you.

Col. Decker is after you.

Now, there's a hot flash.

He has men on the way.
They could be here already.

Who are you, Miss Baker?

You want to trade information
to get something?

No, I'm just warning you.
I got the information from Intermode.

- Off their computer.
- Intermode?

Yeah, one of the world's biggest
security firms.

They protect corporations, shy billionaires...

politicians, movie stars and lately...

some very important Arab oil magnates.

The point is you're in serious danger.
Right now.

- Captain?
- That car parked at the end of the block...

I still feel funny about it,
even though nobody's come or gone.

That wino keeps hanging around there.

He could be a recon.
He could call for backup any minute.

B.A., go with Murdock.
Check out the street.

- I'm so glad you believe me.
- Believe you? Miss Baker...

if that's your name...

if you're telling the truth,
I'd be foolish not to listen to you.

If you're a m*llitary plant...

Decker tried to make you look good
by putting some men up front...

to back up your story. Either way,
we've got m*llitary heat in the area.

She wasn't kidding.

She said when Hannibal started thinking,
you took turns on two wheels.

"She" wasn't kidding?

Freeze, Smith.

I'm sorry, our store Santa Claus
has gone for the day.

You'll have to come back if you want to
tell him what you want for Christmas.

My Christmas present is you, Smith.

You have expensive taste.

All of you. Hands up.

Miss Allen gets an overseas assignment...

you don't waste any time
replacing her, do you?

Decker!

They're not to get out of here!

Radio the others outside!

Way too obvious, Decker. Let's do it, Face!

Up!

Now, you guys just hand your.45s...

to the handsome gentleman right over there.

Aren't you gonna tell me
I'm not gonna get away with this?

Oh, I know you're gonna get away with this.

But there are only just
so many times, Smith.

I like that, Decker. Shows spunk.

We'd love to stay and chat
about world affairs...

but duty calls.

Hannibal?

Just his size.
I love it when a plan comes together.

Pin them! Don't let them get to the car!

- Want to play leap frog?
- Not now!

Keep it together, fool.

Hop-hop to this little red car.
I got the keys here in my purse.

Come on, man, hurry up with them keys.

I'm doing the best I can, B.A.

- What do you carry all that junk for?
- It's not mine.

Everybody prone out!
Weapons on the ground!

Move it!

Where are the keys?

All right, you just hang in there,
Colonel.

It took us 10 years to break Lynch's spirit.

Arrivederci!

Fire!

They hit us pretty good,
that time.

You guys are a real trip.

We can be a real mean trip, too.
You got a lot of explaining to do.

I'm telling you, I am a reporter.
I work for L.A. Courier-Express.

I know Amy Allen very well.

Which is very difficult for us to confirm
on short notice...

seeing that Amy's in Djakarta right now.

Honey, the only ID in here
is from the Intermode Security firm.

The name's Tawnia.

I told you. I've been working undercover
on a story there.

Using the security firm's computers
to run a check on us...

in the early morning hours before work?

Look, it was hard for Amy to keep denying...

her connection with you
with all the stories she kept turning in.

Come on, you practically won her
that foreign correspondent appointment.

Which you'd like us to do for you.

You could use someone who's not hot.

To work the outside for you
like Amy used to.

Come on, guys!

Don't I deserve something
for almost getting my tail sh*t off...

my car sh*t up? My car has been sh*t up.

I must admit, Amy would have been furious.
She's just shocked.

Hey, Face, that was a good idea.

Hiding my van with a bunch of used cars
that night.

Of course it was.
Hannibal. Listen, I've been thinking.

Maybe we shouldn't just cut her loose
like that.

We don't need any more press.
Enough people know we're out there.

Yeah, but we're not too sure
she's not a plant by Decker.

Now do you happen to think
if I could invest a little time...

I might be able to draw her out.

Oh, I see. You mean just the two of you
over a quiet cup of coffee...

you could find something out about her?

We're leaving town anyway.

- What you don't do for the team, Face.
- I know.

Listen, you still want your exclusive?

Hannibal said no feature stories.

On the team.

On an individual basis,
we all fend for ourselves.

- Anything on the girl?
- Nothing!

I used the chopper to crisscross the city
and see if I could pick her up. No luck.

I'm heading over to her apartment now.

She'll either return there
or come into work in a few hours.

If she doesn't know we're onto her.

Be sure to have the helicopter in the shop
by 1200 hours...

to be refitted.

- This sanction will proceed on schedule.
- On schedule.

We'll either be back with the girl.
Or she'll be dead.

We must be at the target at 2:00.

So my friend who was working
at Intermode...

thought it might make some kind of story.

Didn't you think maybe she was just bitter
because Intermode laid her off?

Sure, I knew that was some of it.

But the part
about the entire upper management...

slowly being replaced
over a couple of months' time...

and all security personnel being adjusted...

cutting off access to certain areas
that had been open until then...

it was enough to convince my editor
to let me check it out.

What was going on in one of the largest
private security firms in L.A.?

And you really
just wanted to get in touch with us?

No.

But once I was there, I realised
the full potential of their computer system.

I had the training on it to know
I could tap into m*llitary records...

if they had the access.

Which, with their contracts
with the government...

and other international security firms,
would definitely do.

I figured why not k*ll two birds, right?

Well, I must tell you, Tawnia.
I'm very glad you did.

It shows you're a very...

determined and dedicated person.

I know.

- And I would like to get what I want.
- Me, too.

Like a story.

Well, let's get into that another time.

I thought you had a hard and fast rule...

about fraternising
with members of the team.

But...

- you're not a member of the team.
- Yet.

But I'll bet you can see me as one.

Right now I just see you
as a beautiful woman...

sitting on a very large couch.

I do find you...

very attractive.

What more could you want?

It's just...

with your situation and all...

what kind of relationship can we have?

Relationship?

Is something wrong?

Oh, no. It's... You know...

it's getting a little late.

Maybe I better shove off.

We could pick this up at another time.

Amy was right.

The word "commitment"
can ward Templeton Peck off...

faster than a can of Mace.

Amy said that, did she?

The thought's hers,
the phrase is mine.

Care to comment?

- Who is it?
- Tawnia, it's me, Ron.

- I have to talk to you.
- It's Ron.

And at 7:00 in the morning.

What kind of relationship
do you have with him?

It's Ron Graham. He works
at Intermode. I met him two weeks ago.

- Honey, open up.
- Honey?

I went out with him.
It's part of the job.

Just a minute, Ron.
Let me throw something on.

He's used to waiting outside
while you do that?

Instead of wising off, don't you think
you should be getting out of here?

That's a little difficult
as we're on the seventh floor...

- and I left my hang glider at home.
- Just get out of sight.

Do you mind leaving my stuff alone, please.

Well, you told Ron
you were gonna throw something on.

I'm just trying to be helpful, honey.

Don't mind me. I'll be under the bed.

Coming.

Lord, Ron. What is it
that it couldn't wait till I got to work?

- I'm sorry, Tawnia. I had to.
- Had to...

- Hey! What are you doing?
- For God's sake, don't hurt her.

- You said you wouldn't.
- What do you want?

What are you looking for?

You had to throw something on, huh?

A little late-night entertaining?

All right, let's go. Come on.

- Do something, Ron!
- Yeah, Ron, do something!

I can't. You just don't know.

Takes a licking, but keeps on ticking.

It was lucky there was a pool down there.

You could've k*lled him.

I didn't know there was a pool down there.

I'm fine, really. I'm fine.

Excuse me.

This is The Monster from Camp Runamuck
set, isn't it?

Yeah, great.

Listen, where's the guy who plays
the monster? Never mind, I see him.

Oh, boy, am I glad to find you, Hannibal.

Look, I'm sorry to come busting in
in the middle of your gig here.

But they grabbed Tawnia.
Yeah, look, I think she's on the...

You know, you could just cook inside
one of these things.

So, anyway, she was kidnapped
from her place and me...

I was thrown out of a 10-story window.

Now, Face, you don't have to exaggerate
to make your point.

- I'm not exaggerating...
- By the way...

are you sure it was guys
from the Intermode?

Hannibal, they were standing
as close as you.

A guy who works there
by the name of Ron Graham...

who she's been seeing, by the way.

And some crud named Carson
who was very rude to me.

You know where they took her?

It was a little tough to hear.

I was listening to the chlorine
ruin my clothes.

Our best bet is to start at the source.

We'll swing by and pick up
Murdock and B.A.

I don't like it, man.

We don't even know for sure
that they brought her here.

There's something
about that building that says, "Keep Away."

I concur with the Baracan one, Colonel.

That's a nasty block of steel and glass.

I mean, that building has got an attitude.

She's got to be here.

The Intermode people kidnapped her,
they took her away in a chopper...

and there's a chopper pad
on top of that building.

You did bring our secret w*apon, Face?

Mike?

Hannibal, you snuck Mike into my ride?

Do you know what kind of risk
you're taking doing that?

I think we need to find
the air conditioner main intake vent.

Face?

Damn.

Smells like a winner.

Yeah, you definitely got
a skunk problem here.

A lot of people don't realise...

how those wild ones can move down
out of the hills...

and make themselves right at home.

These big air conditioning units here...

make a sound just like
their mama's heartbeat.

Mike's?

- Never used you before.
- Well, we got a waiting list.

You'll see on that list,
we got a call from a Mr. Carson...

and then we were referred to
a Mr. Ron Graham.

I guess they had some problems
on his floor, too.

You got to tend to your multi-floor problem
real quick.

These situations can get bad. Real bad.

Now, the guys and I...

will have the place smelling like Hawaii
before you can say Tiny Bubbles.

Graham's on five and Carson's on seven.
Take the elevator over there.

Keep cool now.

Where's Graham?
Graham's the guy who stood and watched...

while two tight-collars
tossed me out of a 10-story window.

Now, come on, Face, 10th floor?

Listen, the trick is, even if you're gonna
make up the whole story...

you've got to keep it
within the borders of credibility.

- I kept the borders of credibility.
- You didn't keep it...

Hi there, remember me?

Two-and-a-half gainer
off a 10-story-high board?

Send them a card instead, Ron.

- What do you want?
- Same thing you guys do. The girl.

Where is she?

Nice view, Ron, but don't look down.

If you don't cooperate,
we're gonna be put off.

- Right, Murdock?
- Oh, yeah.

You're not really gonna
make us go through all that...

are you, Ronny-baby?

Somebody order fried rice.
Somebody order egg foo young.

- Somebody got to pay for all this.
- Murdock.

Face, I almost d*ed
when you went out that window!

You almost d*ed. Murdock.

We must make the 2:00 deadline.

The oil delegation's already in town.

Need I tell you that our clock
is running out on this Fatasi matter?

I've questioned the girl.

She knows absolutely nothing
about the operation.

Unless she's very good.

She's not a professional, Mr. Raymond.
I'm positive of it.

All right. We'll go on your lead, then.

Get the chopper back to the hangar
and install the missiles.

Once that's done, the g*ns will take no time.

It'll be back and ready
just when Sheik Fatasi's press party begins.

You boys are planning a busy day.

- Hannibal Smith. The A-Team.
- Where's the girl?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Well, then get one.

Tawnia Baker. Carson here
grabbed her out of her own apartment.

You'll never get out of here.

Yeah? We got in easy enough.

We'll do the same thing
backwards.

You might get off the floor,
but not out of the building.

Security is state-of-the-art here.

Like that super chopper
with missiles you got...

to blow away some Arab sheik?

Now, Smith...

I know all about you and the A-Team.

It's my job to be up
on such matters.

You are soldiers. Mercenaries for hire.

In our separate fashions, we're the same.

For a fee, we provide a service.

Whatever Tawnia Baker has paid you
to interfere in our operation...

I can outbid.

Perhaps I can offer you
jobs in the future.

I can always use some well-trained men.

Don't flatter yourself, Jack.
You and I are nothing alike.

You couldn't fill this building
with enough money...

to get me to pull you out of
a burning wreck.

But I would take you and this whole network
of terrorism you set up...

and flush you down the sewer.

Just to see the kind of sound you'd make.

Well, there's Miss Baker now.

You see those two guys with her?

They're with us.
Now, that's four holes in your security.

Pretty embarrassing, huh?

Man, that's what I call a button.

- What's the story?
- It's a dummy.

Above the fifth floor, you need
an encoded security key for the elevators.

You people are warped, you know that?

Come on, there's a stair here.

- When he said dummy was he talking to me?
- Who else?

- What do you mean...
- Ciao, Ronny.

B.A.

Don't like jerks sneaking into
my privacy, understand?

Face, Murdock.

This building is too weird.
Buttons scream at you, stairs talk to you.

- Hannibal! Where are you?
- Seventh floor! Stay where you are.

- I don't know what to say to you all.
- Save your breath.

You're gonna need it. Go, Face!

There they are!

Let's get them.

Go, B.A.!

That's probably there,
where he hit that station wagon...

before breaking away.

The scratches are there. Birch trees,
you can tell by the texture of the bark.

Hey, didn't you guys
see that sign "Inquire Within"?

What's the problem? Can't you read?

Look at that rear seat, it's gone.

That's probably what they used
to prop it up before...

Yeah, Officer Block.

Officer Pratt. You...

- Yes. Spencer?
- Yeah, sure.

You're cops, right?

- Something wrong?
- Livermore P.D.

And you could say
that there's something wrong, Spencer.

I mean, if you've got a sensitive stomach.

Mr. Spencer, this here vehicle
is material evidence in a current case.

It's a real ugly set of events, too.

- So, I'm afraid we're gonna have to take her.
- You're kidding me.

When do I get it back?

Well, we got to do some spectral analysis.

You know, dust for prints,
the whole nine yards.

- Which is how long?
- Forty-eight hours, including travel.

Court order. Spencer, sign right here.

And then sign these insurance
transferral forms...

so that we can be on our way
as soon as we can.

Wait a minute!

You wouldn't want to be responsible
for setting the Livermore Shredder free.

Just thinking about it makes me sick.

- Livermore Shredder?
- Let's hope this thing...

puts that nutcase away forever.

- Come here.
- I had a potential buyer.

No, come here, have a seat.
Have a seat, right there for you.

Look, I wouldn't, if I were you,
let any of my prospective buyers know...

that I was willing to sell them a thing
with a stigma attached to it, like that.

Personally, I find that disgusting.

Personally, I do!
I don't know what you think.

Face, I thought you said
this was a state-of-the-art helicopter.

Murdock, Hannibal said he wanted
a chopper, I got you a chopper.

I've crashed choppers in Nam
that handle better than this thing.

- You're losing your touch.
- It's a perfectly good chopper.

- Anyone can see that.
- You call that a helicopter?

That thing can't even make coleslaw.

What are you talking about?
That is a perfectly good helicopter.

- Isn't it?
- Well, Face...

However, when a superior pilot like myself
is involved...

it's possible to coax flight
from any and all objects...

with the right wind and weather.

Where's Hannibal? He's supposed to help.

He said he stayed back to help Tawnia
rescue the Sheik from danger.

He wanted to get out
of some hard labor.

Hey, guys, let's to it.

The blue yonder awaits.

So does the Grim Reaper.

It won't fly gracefully.

It wasn't exactly a smooth flyer
before we weighted her down.

Now it's gonna be like flying a Brink's truck.

Murdock, we must just persevere.

We shall make the skies safe
for Mumsie, Daddy, and Buckingham!

God save the Queen! At least give it a break.

- Murdock, could we hurry up?
- Sure, anything you want.

Hi, I'm here for the press luncheon.

Excuse me.

Hello, my name is Tawnia Baker,
L.A. Courier-Express.

A pleasure.

However, I will have a prepared statement
on the subject of the oil agreement...

for all the press at the same time,
so if you don't mind...

I understand,
but that's not what I'm here for.

- Oh?
- No. I'm here to warn you.

There are men on their way to k*ll you.

Perhaps you should speak
with my security men.

They can't help you. I'm very serious.

How do you know this?

There's a helicopter
that patrols your house, right?

That's how they're going to do it.

- The helicopter.
- My security men will take this up with you.

We've got to go inside. Quickly.

First m*ssile ready?

First m*ssile ready, sir.

Execute.

There they are!

Evasive action! Then take them out!

There they are.

It's not palatial, but it's safe.

- How did you people know?
- We're just in the right line of work, I guess.

Hit it!

We made the pickup.

I read you, Sergeant. Be at the rendezvous.

Colonel, they turned around
and they're coming at us.

Get out of the way, Murdock. I got to reload.

Works for me, Colonel.

Now drop her down!

Keep on him. That's Smith up there.

He won't get away from me again.

Hang on, Colonel.

Beautiful, Murdock!

Boy, talk about you guys just giving me
the best story of my career.

That was the paper.

They were going crazy over there...

trying to figure out how come the FBI...

was crawling all over
the Intermode Security Building.

And you just happened to have
all the answers.

Well, a lot of them.

Mostly, the part about an aborted attempt
to assassinate a wealthy Arab oil magnate.

Ta-da.

And you no doubt filled in
all the information.

I said some unidentified individuals
managed to fend off...

the helicopter att*ck
and save a great many lives.

Including that of this reporter.

I sure hope you spelled unidentified right.

You'd be amazed how many people
get that mixed up.

How about F-O-O-L? That's an easy one.

The A-Team
won't forget this favor, Miss Baker.

I don't think she's going to let us.

Hey, come on.

I think I handled my end of the deal
extremely well.

See.

I was real convincing
in the clutch with Sheik Fatasi.

And I kept my cool getting away
from Col. Decker...

and when you rescued me from Raymond.

And you think all this
buys you a locker in our gym?

Sound familiar?

You can't tell me Amy would've done
any more than I did.

I deserve the same chance she got.

Do you know how much
my stock has gone up at the paper...

- Got to be going.
- ...just on this one story?

Wait!

After I locate
and warn you about Decker...

you're gonna walk out on me
and disappear again? Just like that?

That's right.
If you'd get out of the way.

Face, what about you? Come on.

- Talk to them for me.
- This experience has been a little iffy for me.

I did the 10-story swan dive
out of your window, remember?

- Do I.
- Wait.

- You got thrown out a window?
- Didn't you tell them?

I was just about to get around to that.

Decker. You can tell us on the road.

- See you, Baker, and thanks.
- Hannibal, wait!

Decker saw me with you.
He'll haul me off to jail.

You've got to let me come with you.

- We'll give you a lift.
- Right.

We can kick this around on the way.
Really get to know each other.