03x09 - Showdown!

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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.

I don't know what you're
still practicing for, Carrie.

I doubt this show's
going to go on.

I just can't accept it, Dad.

I mean, already half our people have
been scared off and the others...

I just don't know
how much more they can take.

We can't do it, Carrie.

We're dead.

I mean, nobody can
go up against the A-Team.

Dad, why are they doing it?

Why is the A-Team working
for a guy like Kyle Mason?

I don't know.

Ever since Mason found out
about our European tour...

and I refused
to sell to him, why...

it's just been hell around here.

- Carrie, I'm usually a fighter.
- Me, too, Dad.

Now, we just can't
give up. We can't.

You know how much I want to
take this show to Europe.

But it's just not
going to happen.

I mean, there comes a time
when you know it's over.

I hate them
for what they're doing to you.

Dad, it's the A-Team.

Are you out of your mind?

f*ring a w*apon around all
these people and animals...

is just plain stupid!

It's just my way of
getting your attention.

Yeah, we like people to listen.

What do you think you're doing?

You just get out of here.
You're trespassing.

You got spunk.
I like that.

Maybe you could join the A-Team.

That's what I think
of the A-Team.

Why, you.

I'm going to get you for this! You're
going to pay for this! You're--

Think you can take on
B.A. Baracus?

Anybody else want to be a hero?

This is Mason's last offer.

$10,000 for your Wild West Show.

That's very generous.
I'd take it, if I were you.

I thought the A-Team
was supposed to help people.

Your boss here went
and got himself snakebit.

If you people were smart...

you'd start looking for another
job while you're still able to.

You're going to love this place.

No, no, the food's terrific.

You hang out here a lot?

Hang out here?
I practically own the place.

- Here, have a seat.
- Thank you.

Yeah, you know,
it's a home away from home.

Most of the guys here are old
w*r buddies of mine. Hi, Sarge.

Hey, Peck, go find yourself another
place to chow down in, huh?

We don't want
your kind around here.

Old w*r buddies, huh?

Isn't he great?

Yeah, I keep telling him, with a delivery
like that he ought to be in the movies.

Hey, Sarge,
do your Bogart impression.

You ought to be more careful with
the company you keep. He's a bum.

That's funny. You know,
you're a funny guy, Sarge.

You don't see me laughing,
do you, Peck?

I think we better go.

You want to tell me
what's going on here?

This.

Yesterday's newspaper.

It seems
you made Joe lvy's column.

Anybody here want to meet
a prized creep?

All right, keep at him.
Keep at him. Look out!

Watch out, all right,
pretty move. All right, now.

All right, that was a good sh*t.

But we're still
going to practice more.

We can do better than that.

Remember, whenever
you get caught in a jam...

pass the ball off.

Don't always go for that fancy passing
through a man's legs, all right?

Hey! What you guys doing?

Come on,
get some of this education.

What's wrong?

Hannibal, do you believe this?

I read it. I believe it.

This is bad,
Hannibal. Real bad.

Somebody's going around
saying they're the A-Team.

There's only one A-Team.

People are starting to believe
what they've been reading.

I know, B.A., I know.

"You've heard of them,
the legendary A-Team.

"Three fugitives,
alone and on the run...

"chased by the m*llitary police
wherever they go...

"and yet these same men have found
the time, over and over again...

"to go to the aid
of those in need...

"the helpless and the oppressed.

"But...

"is this yesterday's news?

"Have our modern day
Robin Hoods gone sour?

Or is this just a case of the
leopard revealing its true spots?"

You know, somebody thinks it's good
business to make the A-Team look bad.

These suckers gonna look bad
when I get through with them.

Hannibal, you don't suppose
the m*llitary came up...

with the idea of another
A-Team in order to...

draw us out?

I don't know. But they'd
try to use it either way.

I say we go down to that Wild West
show that lvy writes about...

and flatten those phonies.

B.A., I couldn't have said it
better myself.

Face, spring Murdock
out of the hospital.

Right.

We're on our way to Points West.

Yeah!

Thank heavens. Thank heavens
I got here in time.

I'm Major Waldren, U.S. Army, Department
of Toxic Waste and Medical Applications.

Thank goodness
you haven't opened that door.

Door? What door?

Here, put these on.

Luckily, we managed
to isolate the spill-off.

Of course, we're not sure
how much of the radiation...

is coming
from the x-ray isotopes.

Isotopes?

Yeah. The boots,
the boots, quickly!

Before the water leaks
through the door.

Major Waldren, I don't know
what's going on here, sir.

Well, we have a busted water
pipe in the medical x-ray room.

Yeah, it's water everywhere.

Flooded Section 18, Area Eight.

That's Captain Murdock's
quarters, I believe.

Let me see, here, yeah.

But, Major, you can't go in.

Shh! Shh!

Uh-huh.

Oh, no, yeah, yeah.

Just what I was afraid of.

Don't get off the bed!

See, our feeling is most of the
radiation is confined to the water.

So minimum contact shouldn't be too
dangerous. But just remember...

keep all the hallway doors
closed.

Keep everyone
out of the corridor.

Can I see the keys, please? Captain Murdock
shouldn't be in Decontamination more...

than three days.
Now, listen...

if nothing happens
to this radiation badge...

that is
if it doesn't change color...

that means
you haven't been exposed.

You may report to work tomorrow.

But in the meantime, hush-hush.

- Hush-hush. Right. But if it changes--
- Now, go, go, go, go. Quickly!

Face, have you read
the newspaper lately?

Murdoch, will you
get in the wheelchair?

Have you read
the newspaper lately?

Will you get in the wheelchair?

Have you read the newspaper lately?
What?

I want you to listen to this,
all right.

"The legendary A-Team...

three wanted fugitives
alone and on the run."

Three. Three. Did you get that word?
Three.

Face, I am just as much a member
of the A-Team as you are...

but my name, my name's
not in this newspaper.

Is there something
I'm doing wrong?

Well, look, Murdock,
technically you're not...

on the run with the rest of us.

That's the whole reason
I have to come in here...

and scam you out every time. If the
m*llitary thought you were one of us...

they'd be on top of you
24 hours a day.

I guess so.
But, you know...

it kind of hurts you when you
never get your name in the paper.

I mean, it makes you
feel like, kinda like...

You know,
you feel like an oddball.

Now, Murdock,
you'll always be one of us.

The question is, which one.

Did you remember
to turn off the faucet?

I knew there was something
I forgot to do.

Sir!

Do you have anything
to report, Sergeant?

The fake A-Team
showed up this morning...

and leaned real hard on Winnetka
and his daughter to sell.

I am not interested
in the fake A-Team.

The m*llitary gave me one more
sh*t at the real A-Team...

and I am not going to fail.

No sign of them yet, sir.

Do you think they'll
really show up, Colonel?

I mean, they have to know
it could be a trap.

They'll show up.

It hasn't been that long that
I've forgotten how Smith thinks.

Trap or no trap...

they'll show up
to set the record straight.

And when they do...

they're mine.

You're looking real good, Jimmy. That
little pony is going to work out fine.

Howdy.

Howdy.

What can I do for you boys?

Well, we're looking for the
gentleman who ramrods this gala.

Well, you're looking at him.
Winnetka's the name.

Rufus Cantrell, sir.

And I'm proud
to make your acquaintance.

It's always a pleasure to meet
a true son of the Old West.

Got some mighty fine
animals in there, sir.

Yes, mighty fine.

My lone Indian brave and I...

are considering a jaunt
along the sawdust trail.

Looking for work, are you?

Me and my brave
are looking for...

gainful employment.

I lend authenticity by singing
some Western ditties.

Some fancy gunplay...

and some slight of hands
with my deck of cards.

My brave, he does
an interesting w*r dance.

And, tricks with his tomahawk.

He talks to it, too.

The lndian's definitely
not one of them.

He's too tall to be Peck.

What about the old man?

Could it be Hannibal
in disguise?

It's too hard to tell.

We can't move in until
all the A-Team is together.

We make a run
on one or two of them...

and the rest will never show.

I want them all.

It hasn't been easy...

but you know,
one thing about rodeoing...

once you get a taste,
you can't give it up.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Yeah, it's been rodeos
for me all the way.

Of course, there was that one stunt in
Monte Carlo I did as a racecar driver.

- Monte Carlo?
- Yeah.

Wow!

I've never even been
out of the United States.

Of course, we were planning on
touring through Europe but...

it looks like
that's not gonna happen.

Cheer up.
It's not Monte Carlo...

but we could buy
a brew and pizza, in Pomona.

You make me laugh.

It's the feet.

Boys, I got to
be honest with you.

The reason I got openings is because
I've had a lot of trouble around here.

Well...

trouble has never hesitated
or jarred Rufus Cantrell.

Mighty warrior, where the
mountain touches the sky...

where the rivers run deep...

the trees, they bend
southward toward, toward...

Santa Monica.

All the signs are there,
oh, great one.

The mighty buffalo shall return.

He always go on like this?

Ever since he lost
his other feather.

Here comes
the new rodeo clown now.

That's my daughter,
Carrie, with him.

Mmm-hmm.

Hi, Dad.

So, what do you think
of our new clown?

Fine, fine.

I want you all to meet two
more of our new performers.

Mr. Cantrell,
and his brave, Mr...

I am sorry,
I never did get your name.

I am, Oh, Great Mighty...

Troubled Warrior Running Round.

Well, I've got a rodeo to run.

I'll see you all in the
mess tent for lunch.

Cute trick.

Yeah. Look, Hannibal, I'm not
exactly delirious about all this.

It's not going to put me
on any best-dressed list.

Yeah, but it's a great cover.

I got a feeling that Lynch
is watching us every minute.

Hey, Faceman, how do I look?

Like a million, Chief.

I'm not a chief yet.
I'm a warrior.

Well, now, we're all in.
What about B.A.?

Yeah, well, actually there
were two openings. One was...

rodeo clown,
and the other was...

B.A., a shovel, now,
that's no disguise.

I don't wear disguises,
Hannibal.

Not even a feather
for your hair?

Get this crazy fool
away from me.

You ain't no real Indian.

Real Indians don't look
and act like a crazy fool.

Look, the main thing
is not to get spotted...

standing all together, Face.

B.A! B.A.,
look how about this hat?

You could play
like you were a cowboy...

and then it'd be just you
and me. Cowboys and Indians!

I'm going to play
stagecoach, fool...

and run you over
if you don't shut up.

This five-ton baby hits...

she'll take out half the camp.

An accident like that'll
close down the show real fast.

Like a cannonball through
a batch of matchsticks.

All right, let's go.

Fire it up.
I'll spot you.

Easy.

Lock the wheel.

Come on, folks.
Irish stew today.

Let's get it
while it's hot, Peck.

Hannibal!

Warn the people.

That was incredible!
Just incredible!

Your quick thinking saved a lot
of people from getting hurt.

Well, somebody
is awful anxious...

to put you out
of business, Captain.

Well, I didn't think anybody
could stand up to the A-Team.

Glad to hear you say that, ma'am,
because that's why we came here.

This is B.A. Baracus...

this is Templeton Peck, Faceman.

This is Howlin' Mad Murdock...

and...

I'm Hannibal Smith.

We are the A-Team.

By the looks on your faces I can tell I'm
not going to like what I'm going to hear.

We did like you said, Mason.

Except some guys showed up
and stopped the truck.

The way they handled
themselves, they're pros.

Pros? What the hell did I do?

Hire myself a bunch of amateurs?

You wanted us to lean on Winnetka
and we leaned on him. Hard.

Obviously not hard enough.

I paid you clowns for results.

Winnetka was supposed to think he
was coming up against the A-Team.

And what do I have
to show for it? Nothing.

Parker, come here.

The cops are cracking down
on my European connections.

I need Winnetka's
overseas tour dates.

A Wild West show is a perfect
cover to pick up dr*gs.

It's just like a mail route.

But Winnetka is counting on his advance
ticket sales to meet his next payroll.

I want you to see that
they never get to him.

You got it?

I am as much a member
of the A-Team as you are...

and my name
was not in that paper.

Now, did you hear Hannibal...

introduce me as
a member of the A-Team?

Well, I think the people have a
right to know all of the facts.

- They should know who I am.
- Murdock...

we know you're a member
of the A-Team.

That's the important thing.

Besides, take it from me.

Fame is just a fleeting shadow.

Just a passing breeze
in the storm.

We will be able to get out
of this, won't we, Peck?

Of course we will.

You're a fighter, remember?

It's going to be rough.

Guys like Mason
hate taking no for an answer.

But why would a rock promoter go to all the
trouble of taking over a Wild West show?

It doesn't make sense.

Look, if Mason and his playmates show
up again we'll be ready for them.

No one's going to force your
father into selling his show.

It's a dream come true
for him, you know.

All his life he's been
playing one-street towns.

Half of them
not even on the map.

Now he's got a chance to tour
the capitals of Europe.

Well, no one's going to
stop him. That's a promise.

Okay?

Okay.

You still think the m*llitary's
out there watching you?

Yeah. They're
out there somewhere.

You spend your life on the run, you learn
to trust in the things you can't see.

Excuse me. Captain Winnetka
told me to store these away.

Yeah, sure.
It won't take but a second.

Are you sure it's him, Wilson?

Positive, Colonel.
It's Peck, all right.

He was disguised
as one of the rodeo clowns.

Okay. So now we know
Peck is here, too.

Baracus is here.
We have the two of them.

It's just a matter of Smith.

I'm almost positive Smith
is here already, sir.

Until we're certain
he's in the camp...

and we can
positively identify him...

we can't afford to move in and risk
revealing our position, now, can we?

Just continue to report
for the next two hours.

Yes, sir.

Smith, after all this time.

That wouldn't happen to be the
ticket receipts, would it, Captain?

Looks like I got
a welcoming committee.

You sure do, pop.

Now, why don't I
just take that...

mail sack
with those checks in it.

I wish you hadn't said that.

First, I'd like you
to meet the real A-Team.

Second, you see that?

That is a cheap cigar.

Face, do you see me?

Hannibal, I can't find--
Where, where...

Murdock,
they don't have a "you."

You fools! You didn't
bring your Murdock.

What is the matter,
phony Face...

couldn't break him out?

Hannibal, this is the third time
this month I've got hit in the eye.

I'm beginning to lose
my sense of humor.

Face, a little ice will do wonders.
And it looks good, huh?

Gives him a little
needed character.

Come on, bring these guys along.

We got a special delivery
to make.

Okay, let's try it
one more time.

Look, you're not playing at a
geriatrics ward dance here.

You are The Cave lns.

I want the song
to begin with an expl*si*n.

Freeze, suckers!

Brothers and sisters,
we have arrived!

I know we can make
beautiful music together.

What the hell is this?

Got a special delivery
for Kyle Mason.

You know,
the mail must go through.

I hate barriers
in communication.

Whatever Winnetka
is paying you...

I'll match it.
I'll double it.

I like mathematical
progression but...

we're a little picky
about who we work for.

That's right, sucker.
Real picky.

Now, there's two things. One, I want you
to lose your newly acquired desire...

to own Captain Winnetka's
Wild West show.

And two, it is not wise to try
to impersonate the A-Team.

That's us. Now, if you can't
remember what I told you...

we will abandon our quiet
and peaceful demeanor...

and come back here
and get rough.

Nobody comes into my place
and threatens me.

Just telling you the facts, pal.

Okay, let's go.

Whoa!

How. Oh, great wooden face!

Your braves, led by Almighty
Troubled Warrior Running Round...

scored a big victory today...

against pug face
who talk with forked tongue.

Maybe we even get
a picture in newspaper.

Hey, man,
who are you talking to?

It's just a piece of wood!

Piece of wood. No, a telephone
pole is a piece of wood...

a toothpick is a piece
of wood, but this, B. A...

This is a priceless work of art.

It is the essence, the
manifestation of a great chief.

A hunter, a poet, a warrior.

This is the face that
launched a thousand nickels.

Now, this is definitely
going to hurt.

Did you have to use
the word "definitely"?

Relax. I've been mending skinned knees
and broken bones and sore hooves...

since I can remember.

Hooves? Like in horses?

Now, this is going
to sting for a second.

I really appreciate
what you did today.

You know,
you could have been k*lled.

I know.

Well, we're just soldiers
doing a job.

Helping out people like us?

Those in need.

I hope we're not
interrupting anything.

You couldn't come by
two minutes ago...

when she was putting
horse liniment on my face?

Horse liniment?
Figures.

I ran a little background
on our friend Mason.

Interesting.

Two arrests for smuggling dr*gs into
the country, but no convictions.

I knew the minute I laid eyes
on that cahoot...

he was walking
on the wrong side of the law.

What does drug smuggling have
to do with a Wild West show?

Captain, you said that Mason didn't make
any offer for your Wild West show...

until after you had booked
your European tour, right?

That's right.

What better cover...

for an overseas
smuggling operation...

than a traveling Wild West show?

Mason wasn't scared off?

No.

He wants this show.
If he can't get it...

he'll do anything to stop you...

from playing overseas in Europe.

That way, he can book one of his rock
groups into your open play dates.

- Either way he wins.
- He tries.

We can expect
something dangerous...

from him, most any time now.

You have a plan, Colonel?
Well, kind of.

B.A.!

Captain, I went through
your personnel records...

and guess who...

was the only man hired after lvy's
column appeared in the paper?

- Our friend here.
- You mean he's a spy?

Mmm-hmm.

Sergeant Wilson, United
States Army lntelligence.

We went through your wallet last
night when you were sleeping, sonny.

Me, big happy brave!
Me get scalp today!

Cool it, man.
He's my prisoner.

You'll never
get out of here, Smith.

None of you will.

Really? Bring him along.

Col. Lynch, it's Wilson.

I overheard Peck
and Baracus talking.

They're expecting Smith
to show up at 1400 hours.

Good work, Sergeant.

We'll rendezvous
at your position...

at 1400 hours
and grab Smith and the others.

Maintain your surveillance.

Yes, sir.

Captain!

Alert our positions to move in on
the A-Team according to plan...

on my command.

I want that camp sealed off tighter than
an air chamber when we move in, Captain.

Yes, sir.

1400 hours, Hannibal. That
doesn't give us much time.

It gives us plenty of time to make up
a welcome for Mason and his gorillas.

All right, we're going
to hit Winnetka's camp.

We're going to hit it hard.

I want the A-Team taken out.

When we leave that place
the only thing...

I want to see standing
are tent posts. Got it?

Boy, Hannibal, I hope you got this
timed right down to the last second.

'Cause if you don't,
we're going to get caught...

right between
Col. Lynch and Mason.

Right.

All right.

Hannibal!
Mason's on his way.

Maybe five minutes behind us.

Okay, take your positions.

We got to take care of him
before Lynch gets here.

Just like
an old-fashioned showdown.

Is that Lynch?
Lynch?

See. He's early.

Oh, wonderful.

All right,
everybody into the tent.

- Smith!
- Welcome back, Lynch.

We've finally got you now.
Come on out.

Okay, here we come.

After them!

This is better than we planned.

Looks like the m*llitary is going
to take out the A-Team for us.

Winnetka's camp is wide open.

Let's go down and take it apart.

All right, the van's
on its way. I'm in pursuit.

Trap unit, prepare for action.

Unit three, fall in behind.

We have them, sir!
The plan worked perfectly!

We have the A-Team
locked in the truck.

No one else could do it,
Captain. But I did.

I want this truck driven
to the nearest army base...

under the tightest
of security, Captain.

When we get through here,
the only thing...

Winnetka's going to be
able to peddle is ash.

If you fellows are figuring on
roasting marshmallows, I wouldn't.

You'd get b*rned.

I thought the army had you.

Yeah, so did they.

Take him!

Go on!
He's in there somewhere!

Big warrior say
here hot tip for you.

Here second hot tip.

Ding dong.

You're looking for me?

Remind me to write to lvy.

Get him to print a retraction
in his column.

I think it's time the true
story was told. Don't you?

You just make sure
he spells my name right.

Oh, man, cool it! Cool it? It's
easy for you to say, that...

because everybody knows who you are, but--
- Ah, ah, ah. Now.

You must remain
our secret w*apon.

I don't want
to be a secret w*apon.

I want to be an exposed w*apon.

Yes, but listen...

who was the last male
astronaut to go up in space?

I don't know.

See? I mean, there
was Sally Ride--

- No, that's a girl.
- She is, I know.

All right, now, who is
the Unknown Soldier?

- I don't know.
- See?

What? There are great, famous...

but unknown heroes in life.

- I see. So, I can be a great...
- Famous.

Famous, but unknown
member of the A-Team.

Exactly.

Good work,
Col. Lynch.

Trapping the A-Team.
You pulled it off.

I don't have to tell you what
this could mean to your career.

They were good, sir. But the
outcome was inevitable.

No one, not even the A-Team, can
escape capture indefinitely.

This is Col. Lynch.
You're surrounded, Smith.

I want you to come out of that van with
your hands up or we will open fire.

You have exactly 10 seconds.

Howdy!

I don't understand.

The A-Team?

It's empty, Colonel.
Completely.

Royce, arrest them.

For what, Colonel?
Impersonating the A-Team?

I want these two
escorted off the base.

Take the van to the
warehouse and lock it up.

I don't know what this is
all about, Col. Lynch...

but I don't find it very funny.
You told me you had the A-Team.

I don't understand.
General, it was a set up.

I want a full report
of this incident on my desk...

and I want it 10 minutes ago.

Sir.

The van. It's them!
Stop that van!

I don't believe it.

I love it
when a plan comes together.