04x21 - The Trouble with Harry

[bunniefuu]

(male narrator) 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.

[g*n f*ring]

♪♪[Not Fade Away playing]

Someone wants
to talk to you.

I've nothing to say to you...

or your brother.

Been looking all over
for you, Harry.

I got nothing
to say to you, Noodles.

You know what I think?

I think we should
waste him right here.

[chuckles]

He's a hardhead.

He don't know the score.

Want to know
what I think, Richie?

I think you're crazy.

I think you ought to get your head shrunk.
That's what I think.

[Richie grunting]

Hey, quit acting crazy.

And you, is that any way
to treat a business partner?

I ain't throwing the fight,
Noodles, so you can forget it.

You know
what your problem is, Harry?

It's that
you're too bloody noble.

You know, you ain't never gonna make it in
this world unless you cut a few corners.

Maybe I should write that
down, you know, Noodles.

All right.

You don't fight for us,
you don't fight.

Break his hands.

[grunts]

♪♪[Not Fade Away playing]

N[modern cover
of Not Fade Away playing]

[baby crying]

[siren wailing]

[dog barking]

[baby continues crying]

Hey, kid.

[TV playing]

Where's the guy? Where's
the guy who lives here?

Who are you?
We're the Avon ladies.

Where's Harry?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him for days.
He took off.

Your old man
used to be a fighter, right?

What's it to you?

[grunts]

No, just let him go.
We'll pick him up later.

You could've given me
the contract.

I could have given the stuff
back to the Hulk.

We got to
talk to him, B.A.

ls it bad?

'Cause I told him you know all
about this Hollywood stuff.

Is it a bad deal
for the Hulkster?

No,
it's a pretty good deal.

What about the script?

The script's not bad.

And a lot of good
wrestling stuff in it.

Thanks, Hannibal. I really
appreciate you doing me this favor.

[children chattering]

Listen, B.A.,
I gotta run.

I was just fixing your bike.

Forget it.

Don't you want
your wheels fixed?

Look, maybe I can
come back for it.

Ten minutes.
Don't you have 10 minutes?

Yeah, sure. Okay.

You wanna tell me about
that scratch on your head?

Got it when
I totaled the bike.

I hit the wall
pretty good.

Yeah, sure.

(Jeffrey)
I'm telling you the truth.

You better be.
What's going on at home?

Why you sleeping
in the center?

Just decided to camp out.

How your father doing?

I haven't seen that bum
for days.

He took off.
Who needs him?

Hey, Jeffrey,
let's show a little respect.

That ain't no way
to talk about your father.

The guy
doesn't respect me.

He doesn't see anything but the
bottom of a bottle all day long.

It's been like that
ever since Mom d*ed.

[people chattering]

[kids chattering]

How you doing, man?
All right.

Whoa, baby. All right.
How's it going?

(Hulk)
All right. Man.

All right.

I have to run.
I gotta go deliver my papers.

You ain't gonna stick around
for the Hulkster?

He's gonna be talking
to the whole center.

I should get home. My dad might be there.
Thanks again.

Kid's laying a story on you, B.A.
How well do you know him?

Pretty well.

He been coming around the
center for about six months.

Ever since he moved in town.

He acts like
he's got big trouble.

I think we should follow him.

Maybe you're right,
Hannibal.

Why don't you go ahead and start with
the kids while we go check this out?

No, we'll all go. We can
take the limo. Great.

All right, kids,
you all finish the game.

We got a little business
to take care of.

We'll be back in a few minutes.
Okay.

Move over.

Hey, man,
let Arnold drive.

I'm driving.

There he is.

Hey, Hannibal, that ain't
the way to his house.

This is a terrible
neighborhood, B.A.

Yeah, something's going on.

Who you calling,
Hannibal?

[car phone ringing]

I really can't stand it when somebody
lets a phone ring like that.

Will you please answer it?
Absolutely not.

There, see.
We missed it.

Face, what does my hair look like?
You know how sensitive I am.

Don't worry, Murdock, don't worry.
You look great.

It's true. You know, there is
something about brand-new clothes...

just makes you just
wanna stand up and shine.

Well, stand up and shine
on somebody else's seats.

[inaudible]

Murdock, these girls
are gonna love us.

Which one of them
is mine?

It's Rikki.

(Murdock) The one on the left
there looks like a Rikki.

Is she the pretty one? 'Cause
I want the pretty one.

Murdock,
they're identical twins.

Now, look...

Vikki wouldn't go out with me until I
found a date for her sister, okay?

That's where
you come in.

That's why I bought you
these beautiful clothes.

I don't know
about this, Face.

I mean, girl who's interested
in money and clothes...

I mean, I don't know whether, you know,
she'll satisfy my intellectual needs.

Well, what a shame.

Just remember,
be cool, okay.

With any luck, we are looking
at a weekend in Cancun.

I would love to show the girls the Mayan
pyramids of the Yucatan, I'll tell you.

[ringing]

No. Absolutely not. Don't--
Absolutely yes. Hello.

Let me talk to Face.

It's for you.
Yeah.

Hi, Face.
How's it going?

Fine, until you called.

Maybe I should go in
and say hello.

No, you don't.
Stay right there.

Stay right where you are.
Don't move.

Not you, Hannibal.

We need a little help.

I want you to check out
11224 Marshall Boulevard.

See if you can locate
a Harry Sullivan.

Who's Harry Sullivan?

He's the father of a kid we
think is in trouble. Who's we'?

Me, B.A.,
and the Hulkster.

What's B.A. doing?
Why can't he--

Thanks, Face.

We gotta swing by and pick
up some kid's father.

I'll go tell the girls.
Okay.

(Face)
Be right back. Good.

You never should have
answered that telephone.

(Jeffrey)
Dad?

Dad.

Dad, you okay?

(Harry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm all right.

Give me that bottle.
You don't need a drink, Dad.

Don't tell me
what I don't need.

Where's our money? Did you get the
money to Fats and get our end?

I didn't get a chance to make the drop.
There were guys following me.

You didn't make the drop?
What, are you crazy?

How are we supposed
to get paid?

[sighs]

Hey, there were guys all over
the street looking for you.

They jumped me at the house.

Mmm.

Well, they're never
gonna find me here.

What did you do
with the money?

I stashed it in that abandoned
Plymouth behind Third Street.

You never let the money
out of your sight.

That's $10,000
in there.

[clattering]

[g*n clicking]

Hold it right there, pal.

Jeffrey,
you all right?

Don't hurt him, please.
That's my dad.

What's going on?
Who are these guys?

Crazy Richie sent you,
didn't he?

I'll blow you away
right now.

We don't know
any Crazy Richie.

(Hannibal)
Just take it easy.

We're friends of Jeffrey.
We followed him here.

I told you not to let
anybody follow you.

Jeffrey,
tell him who we are.

Hey, maybe
they could help us.

We don't need nobody's help.

Your dad's real sick,
Jeffrey.

[bottle shattering]

Who the hell
do you think you are?

We're the guys that are gonna
take you to the hospital.

No.

No, no. No hospital.

Forget it.

They're after me.

These guys
are after him.

B.A.,
you gotta do something.

Harry?

(Face)
They certainly wouldn't win...

any Good Housekeeping
Seals of Approval.

Where's Harry?

Harry? Who's Harry?

Come on. Someone wants
to talk to you.

Yeah.

I got it.
The twins sent you, right?

You know,
Rikki and Vikki.

[g*ns clicking]

We want our $10,000.

What $10,000?

Come on, man,
that's a brand-new outfit.

[grunting]

[groaning]

Now, where's my $10,000?

Yeah, look, we're running
a little late here...

You boys are coming with us.

We want Harry back,
or you're dead.

You never should have
answered that telephone.

Where the hell is he?

We don't know. We tracked down
his kid, but he bolted on us.

If you hadn't lost the kid, he
might've led you to the old man.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ifker.

You sure it was
Harry Sullivan?

Yeah, it was him.

He was drunk in the bar bragging about
his days as a fighter in Chicago.

Then he starts mouthing off about some
guy he k*lled with his bare hands.

What's all the yelling?
You all right, Richie?

I'm fine.
I just got a little excited.

Could you excuse us
for a minute?

Sure. I'll have Consuela
pick up the kids at school.

Good idea, good idea. We'll all
go out for dinner tonight.

All right.

Where does the kid go to school?
Where does he hang out?

We think he hangs out
at this youth center.

Check it out.

I want you on this
full time.

This is top priority.

What about the shipment
at the pier?

Don't worry about that,
it's all in gear.

I want you two
to find Harry Sullivan...

if it means kicking over
every drunk in LA.

I wanna know where
that creep is holed up!

(Fats) Where's that
creep, Harry, holed up?

Look, all I know is the guy
is three months behind...

on his payment
on the refrigerator--

Oh, bull.

Now, who you guys
working for?

Did Roscoe Ragland send you in
here to move in on my territory?

Man, we don't know no
Roscoe Ragland. No.

(Fats)
We'll see about that.

[electricity surging]

Thank you, Styles.

(Murdock) Maybe we ought
to tell him, Face.

Shut up!

Tell me what?

I'm gonna spill it.
I'm gonna tell him all!

You're gonna end up dead.
I'm gonna tell him anyway.

We work for Speedy Smith.
Oh, no.

I never heard of him.

That's because you ain't pushing
candy in Beverly Hills.

(Murdock) We work out of
a fleet of limousines.

By appointment only.

Well, what you messing
around with Harry for?

We got a call.
Couple of guys...

they had $10,000, they wanted to
double it in a couple of days.

With my $10,000? I will
k*ll that low life bum.

Thank you, Styles.

(Hulk) This guy's going
into shock, Hannibal.

Help him with those blankets.
Keep him warm.

Hey, what's happening?
He's never done this before.

He had too much
to drink, Jeffrey.

There's no heat in there. How
long has he been in that place?

[car phone ringing]

Just two nights.
Just two nights.

Yeah.

Speedy.
We never did find Harry.

We did.
You did?

Good. Now I want
my money back. Put him on.

He's indisposed at the moment.

Now, you listen up,
Speedball.

We get our $10,000 back,
or we plant your friends.

We need more time.

You got 30 minutes.

Now, you bring that cash to Fats' Brown
Derby Nightclub on Fourth Street.

(Hannibal) Okay. B.A., you and Jeffrey
check Harry into the hospital.

Hulk and I
will get the money.

The limo's right behind us.
We can take that.

Good.
Where's the money, Jeffrey?

In an abandoned car in an alley
behind Third and Alvarado.

A maroon Plymouth.

Here. You can pop
the trunk with this.

I think we've got everything
ready, Mr. Perry.

Call me Fridge.

Fine, Mr. Fridge.

Now, I've selected a nice,
quiet room for you.

Good. And we'll make
sure that you're not...

[banging]
bothered.

(B.A.)
Out of the way!

Does this man
have insurance?

Here,
will this pay for it?

(B.A.)
Out of the way, emergency!

He's gonna die.
My dad's gonna die.

I didn't mean all those things
I said about him, I swear.

Calm down, Jeffrey, everything will be
all right. You just gotta hang in there.

You know, I just didn't
want anyone to find him...

and now I'm getting everyone
in more and more trouble.

Don't worry.
They'll get the money.

Everything will
be all right.

The car was supposed
to be right here.

They must be towing off
all the wrecks in the alley.

It's not good.

When it goes
south, man...

Come on,
we haven't got much time.

[telephone ringing]

Talk to me.

Now, look, pal, we gotta have
more than half an hour.

You got six minutes.
We got the money.

Yeah, we shifted it
for safekeeping.

Five-and-a-half minutes. You're
wasting valuable time, Speedball.

Can I talk to my friend?

Can he hear me?

No way.

We got a little trouble.
The money moved.

Good. How long will it take
to get it back?

I don't know
if we can get it back.

Great! Great!

So, if you and Face can find a way
out of there, don't wait for us.

[laughs] Boy, am I
glad to hear that!

Yeah.

Everything's great.

That's great.

Gentlemen, they would
like to meet us...

at Alvarado and Sixth.

They got your dough.
No problem.

It's great.

Great.

(Murdock) Great.
(Face) Great.

Say, listen, we're supposed
to meet somebody for dinner.

Do you mind if I...

No. I guess not.

Okay. I gotta get the money
out of the trunk.

You go over there and
entertain those guys in blue.

[scoffs]

Hey, man, forget it. I'm a
wrestler, not an entertainer.

Yeah, but how much can the
average entertainer bench press?

[cop whooping] Come on,
Hulk, you can do it!

[car creaking] Come on,
you can do it, boy.

[grunting]

Come on, Hulkster,
do it, lift it, man!

Yeah, come on, come on!
Come on, Hulkster.

Lift it, buddy. Hey.

Come on, Hulkster,
so. so. so. so!

Do it, man, lift it.
All right!

[cop whooping]

[all cheering]

I told you,
he could do it.

(cop #2)
Come on.

Whoa!

[all chattering]

Ticket's all paid,
Hulkster.

Let's hit the road.

Okay.
Nice talking with you guys.

[people chattering]

Where's your friend?

He must be running late.

Yeah,
but he better get here.

Yeah.

Well, what are you
gonna do?

sh**t us in front of
all these cops?

I have a confession
to make. I lied.

Nobody's coming
to meet us here.

Yeah, so, you see,
we're gonna just leave...

and if you try to stop us,
we'll yell for the police.

See you around,
Styles.

[tires screeching]

Come on!

Raise them,
gentlemen.

(Uptown)
Yeah.

It's all here,
Fats.

Where are our friends?

Oh, they escaped on their own.

[clearing throat]
But thanks for our dough.

Well, then they're gone.

(Fats)
Yeah.

You guys can be gone, too.
There's the door.

Well,
if they're gone...

it doesn't matter
who we hurt, does it?

[Fats grunting]

[groans]

Yeah. Well, now, let's see.

Racketeering, as*ault
with a deadly w*apon...

illegal possession.
How am I doing?

Just fine.

(Hannibal) Hulk, you stay
here till the cops come.

Tell them you did it all.
They'll believe you.

B.A., you and I gotta
get back to the hospital.

[children chattering]

B.A.!

They've taken Harry
to Wilshire Memorial Hospital.

(Face) Ah. Marcel,
Templeton Peck.

Listen, there are a couple of lovely
ladies sitting at the bar. Twins.

Would you ask one of them
to come to the phone, please?

No, I don't like this suit as much
as the other one. How do I look?

You look terrific, Murdock.
The girls are gonna love you.

That is, if they're still
speaking to us. Vikki.

Rikki. Yeah. Listen,
I have got to apologize.

Well, we've had
a little problem and...

Look, look.
Now, wait, wait, wait.

Now, why don't you girls
go over to La Serre...

order dinner, and we'll
be there in 20 minutes.

Hmm?

Yes, great--

Someone wants
to talk to you.

Listen, you better
make that an hour.

This Harry Sullivan
sure is a popular fellow.

I'm through messing around.
I wanna know where he is.

(Face) Look, we've been at
this for over an hour now.

Would you mind telling us why you're
so determined to k*ll this guy?

He k*lled my brother.

Twenty-five years I've been
looking for that louse.

Twenty-five years I've
offered a standing reward.

Now, I'm the big wise guy.

Yeah.

And he's the drunken bum.

[chuckles]

And now,
we both wind up in LA.

You never should've
answered that telephone.

You okay, Dad?

Yeah. Yeah.

Come on,
we're getting out of here.

You ain't going nowhere. Hey!

You're gonna get well, man.

[breathing heavily]

What are you guys?

What are you, a legion of
do-gooders or something?

Why don't you just
get out of my life?

Hey, man, you listen up
and you listen good.

We ain't doing it for you.
We're doing it for your son.

And he's in a lot of trouble
because of you.

You see this man here?

This is Hulk Hogan, the heavyweight
wrestling champion of the world.

And he's been running all over
town trying to help you...

an ungrateful,
broken-down bum...

who got his kid on the street
running numbers.

A bum, don't even have the
decency and common sense...

to keep his own kid
out of the rackets.

Come on, Hulkster,
let's get out of here.

I'm tired of
looking at this creep.

(Hannibal)
How is he?

Fine, fora bum.

You may get a second chance, Harry.
Fats is in jail.

[telephone ringing]

(Hannibal)
Hello?

Hello, Hannibal?

They got us.

I thought you escaped.

Well, we did.
It wasn't those guys.

These are different guys.
These are...

much nicer guys.

This is Richie Ifker.

I want Harry,
or your friends are dead.

We might be willing
to make a trade.

You better be.

Bring my friends to the Wilshire
Memorial Hospital in an hour.

It would be my pleasure.

All right, Harry.

Who's Richie Ifker and why's he so
anxious to put you six feet under?

He's a big-time mob guy.

I k*lled his brother 25 years ago.
We were kids.

You k*lled a guy?

Yeah, I k*lled a guy.

I was a boxer back then.
I was a good one, too.

And these punks wanted me
to throw a fight.

Harry "The Hammer" Sullivan.

Yeah, I remember you.

You was a light heavyweight fighter
in Chicago when I was a kid.

Harry the Hammer.

Yeah, that was me.

Yeah, you disappeared before a
big fight and never turned up.

It was in all the papers.

I wouldn't do it.
I wouldn't take a dive.

(Harry) And I've been
paying for that ever since.

Moving from place to place...

always looking
over my shoulder.

[coughing]

That's why you were
hiding out in the theater?

Yeah.

We finally got settled
here in LA...

and everything
was pretty good.

Then...

I lost a couple
of straight jobs...

I got strapped
and started...

running numbers for Fats...

just to keep food
on the table.

And then,
a couple of days ago...

somebody gave me up.
I had to get off the street.

Hey, you gave you up.

He was drunk in some bar, talking about
the guy that he k*lled 20 years ago.

Hey, any man that would take a
dive isn't a man in my book.

Yeah, that was
my big moment of glory.

I've been living off
of that glory for 25 years.

The damnedest thing is...

it was an accident.
It was just an accident.

Pick up the guys
and get to the warehouse.

Get the stuff
and start moving it.

You don't mind talking
in front of these guys?

These guys are dead.

Oh, we definitely never should
have answered that phone.

I'm going
to the hospital.

I'm gonna blow Harry the
Hammer, away myself.

Got it.

Nothing like the personal touch.
Come on.

[woman chattering
on P.A. system]

Hi. I'm here to visit
Harry Sullivan.

Could you please tell me
what room he's in?

Hello, Richie.

[grunts]

They'll never catch him.

Leave me alone.
Please, please.

[grunts]

[grunting]

Here's the guy you've been
looking for for 20 years.

Say goodbye, 'cause you won't be
seeing him for the next 20 years.

No more running,
Harry.

We're all through.

Not quite, Hannibal.

Mr. Slick here has got something
coming in at San Pedro wharf.

Oh, yeah?

[g*n cocking]

What you got coming in,
Richie?

[panting]

Okay. B.A., you and Hulk
and I'll run these guys in.

Murdock, you and Face...
Where's Face?

We will absolutely be there.

Darling, you have my word.

Oh, great. Yeah. All right,
see you then. Bye-bye.

[chuckles]

Are you sure you
told them the truth?

Oh, no, they'd never believe that.
I had to make something up.

Don't worry, they're gonna
meet us for lunch...

in one hour at La Palm.
That's amazing.

[g*ns cocking]
Yeah.

Come on. Somebody
wants to see you.

Yeah.

I know that voice.

I want my $10,000.

I thought
you were in jail.

Made bail in 14 minutes.
New personal record.

Nice.

Hey!

[grunting]

(Jeffrey)
Hey, put me down.

Well, Harry Sullivan.

(Jeffrey)
Hey, come on!

Man. You don't write...

you don't call,
not even a postcard.

(Jeffrey) Leave me alone! Why
don't you just hit the road?

I want my $10,000?

I don't have it.
I haven't seen it for days.

(Jeffrey) Come on. Oh, yeah?
Then where's the wise guy...

with the gray head
and two wrestlers?

I don't know what you're
talking about, man.

(Jeffrey)
Let go!

Well, we'll see about that.

(Jeffrey) Hey, put me down.
Hey, come on.

[groaning]

What do you say we see how high your kid
can bounce off the pavement, huh, Harry?

(Jeffrey) Hey, don't
tell them, Dad.

All right, last chance, Harry.
Where are those guys?

Hey, don't tell them.
Don't tell them nothing.

Okay, okay. I'll tell you.

No!

They're at a warehouse
in San Pedro.

You gotta be
telling me the truth.

That's the truth.
Now, that is the truth.

Please, just lay off the kid,
will you, please, Fats?

Yeah, we'll lay off the kid...

right after
we get our money back.

But in the meantime, he's
coming along for a ride.

No, no.

[groaning]

Hey, you lost a little of
your footwork, huh, Harry?

Tie them up and lock them in the
closet and let's get going.

[groaning]

They're supposed
to meet us right here.

This is about par for
the course, Hannibal.

Come on,
let's take a look.

Where the heck
are those guys?

[Murdock and Face mumbling]

What's going on around here?

[both mumbling]

[engine humming]

Arms shipment.

Cases of U*i's, rocket
launchers, and a*mo.

That's what I like
about organized crime.

They're always
diversifying.

What's the plan,
Hannibal?

Front door, I know you're
gonna say the front door.

We always go
through the front door.

I'm sick and tired of going
through the front door.

You got a better idea,
B.A., I'm ready.

We got you surrounded.
Come out with your hands up.

[g*ns f*ring]

Think you can
throw it that far?

Oh, piece of cake.

Beautiful. Do it again.

Oh, yes, two.

One more.

Well, not bad for a day
at the youth center, huh?

[tires screeching]

I just don't know
about this, Face.

Hey, we gotta make it look like
we were in a bad accident, okay?

Sympathy always works
with women.

Yeah, but before, you said it was designer
clothes that was gonna work with women.

Will you trust me on this, okay?
I know these girls.

We have a can't-miss
proposition here.

(Face)
Vikki, Rikki, we made it!

A little late,
aren't we?

Oh, I know, I know. We're
a day and a half late...

but you wouldn't believe
what happened to us.

Oh, I'm sorry,
this is my good friend H.M.--

That's our friends,
Larry and Jack.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Look, we
were in a terrible accident, and...

Well, we hope
you recuperate.

Sympathy, huh?
Well...

Designer clothes, huh?

I tell you!

[shouting]

I really wanna thank you guys.

Don't thank us.
Thank Jeffrey.

He's a good kid.

You know, life's a lot like
a boxing match, I guess.

You keep getting
pounded and pounded...

and everybody thinks you're
going down for the count.

You can still win in the late
rounds, you know, if you come back.

Ain't that right, Hulk?

Couldn't have said it
better myself, Harry.

(Fridge)
Hey.

Hey.

Is it safe?

Oh, man, all right.

Man, you guys did more damage around
here than me and Dent put together.

How you doing, man?

Hey, the Hulkster's telling
me that you're from Chicago.

Yeah, a long time ago.

I have something for you.
Really?

Thanks a lot, man.

Hey, Fridge.
Where's our hats, man?

(B.A.) Yeah, man.
What about our hats?

Back off.

Hey, man, we supposed to get a hat, man.
Ain't that right, Hulkman?

You gave everybody else
a hat, man.

Why didn't he give us
no hat for?

[growling]