05x02 - Trial by Fire

[bunniefuu]

Good evening. I'm standing
inside the entrance

to Fort Owen in
Southern California,

where, in a heavily
guarded stockade,

the most infamous w*r criminals in
US m*llitary history are confined.

Their names are
already familiar to us:

Colonel John "Hannibal" Smith,
Lieutenant Templeton Peck,

and Sergeant B.A. Baracus, the
legendary A-Team of the Vietnam w*r.

Former w*r heroes
turned popular cult figures,

they were finally captured after
nearly 15 grueling years as fugitives

running from
their own government.

They've been through a lot.

But now the most difficult
challenge ever faced by the A-Team

is about to begin.

A m*llitary court-martial.

Reporting live from Fort Owen in
southern California, this is Tiiu Leek.

So, this is where they are.

The A-Team? Yes, sir.

They're in an area below
in the stockade.

But with all due respect,
Major, from what I hear,

it'll be no easy trick
holdin' onto 'em.

From what I hear, you are
absolutely right, Corporal.

As you were.

Major Laskov, sir.

Major Laskov, I've heard
some good things about you.

You may stand at ease.

Conviction, conviction,
conviction again.

Your prosecution record's
real impressive, Major.

Everybody in Washington's
talking about you.

I trust we picked the right
man to handle this case?

I believe you did,
General. Yes.

Convicting the A-Team is awfully
important to a lot of people.

I understand, sir.

I'm here to see to it that
you really do understand.

Now, Major Laskov,

that these men have evaded capture
and repeatedly humiliated us

on Capitol Hill
is readily apparent.

But the Joint Chiefs are far more
concerned about something else.

This so-called heroic legend

that Smith, Peck, and Baracus
have created for themselves

is a slap in the face
to every man and woman

that honorably served
in Southeast Asia.

Well, hell, the A-Team is an insult
to anybody who ever wore a uniform.

I couldn't agree
with you more, sir.

And we are fully prepared
to see that justice is served.

Well, would you like me to show
you a list of everybody else

who thought they were
prepared for the A-Team?

Hannibal Smith is rather adept at
invoking the element of surprise, Major.

With all due respect, sir,
I don't think Colonel Smith's

unorthodox strategies will be very
effective in the face of a court-martial.

The A-Team will discover that the
element of surprise is ours this time.

And so, after hitting that crucial
home run in the bottom of the ninth,

we won the orphanage league
softball championship and I...

I suddenly found myself
as somewhat of a celebrity.

Yeah, celebrity,

with all 315 young ladies

at Saint Teresa's.

Of course, I was only
13 years old at the time,

but I like to think
of that experience

as when I first discovered
my real calling in life.

Yeah.

Did anyone ever tell you

that you have a very,
very special way with people?

No. Apparently not.

You're wasting your time, Face.

These guys all went to
the Decker School of Charm.

Yeah. You might be right.

Still I can't help but feel, we
could've had so much in common.

Hey, Faceman,

if you don't stop all your jibber jabber,
you're gonna have my fist in common!

Don't pay any attention to him.

He's always this way during the
first few years of a life sentence.

Oh, cheer up, guys.

I think I hear room service.

I hope you brought B.A.'s milk
and cookies. He gets cranky.

Somebody's here to see you, sir!

Gentlemen, I've never
been one to mince words,

and I have no intention
of starting now.

The government has had years
to build a case against you.

I don't believe you have
much chance of winning.

Well, winning isn't everything,
as my daddy used to say.

In a court of law, it's the
only thing, Colonel Smith.

Wait a minute, what do you mean, "We
don't have much chance of winning"?

I thought you were a hot-sh*t
criminal defense lawyer.

Given the overwhelming evidence,

I'd much rather be prosecuting
than defending you, Lieutenant.

Unfortunately, that job's
already been taken.

As I told you,
I don't mince words.

No, but your optimism
more than makes up for it.

If you feel that way about us, why
you take the case in the first place?

I received a letter asking me
to look into the charges,

from a very close friend
of yours, a Frank Santana.

So I made a few phone calls.

That was when I discovered that
the Army had assigned you a lawyer

with very limited
trial experience.

Clearly, nobody was
going out of his way

to provide you with the best
defense the m*llitary has to offer.

So you volunteered even though
you believe we're guilty?

What I believe is
irrelevant, Colonel.

We didn't commit no crime!

Can you prove that?

B.A. Baracus don't lie!

I'm afraid we're going to need
something a little more compelling

than your word on this.

Take it easy, B.A.

The prosecution
is prepared to deal.

Plead guilty on all counts

to charges of robbery,
treason, and desertion,

or face trial on the somewhat
more serious charge of m*rder,

Colonel Morrison
being the victim.

Some choice.

Especially seeing that Colonel
Morrison d*ed in an a*tillery barrage.

Captain Josh Curtis claims
he can place you at the scene.

Curtis is lyin'!

The choice is yours, gentlemen.

I strongly recommend

you consider
the prosecution's offer.

Prison beats execution any day.

I'm only sorry I won't be there to
see the joyful tear in Decker's eye

when he hears about all this.

I know what you mean.

Hey, Hannibal, you think somebody
really did k*ll Colonel Morrison?

I don't know.
Where we're concerned,

the Army's capable of anything,

but I don't think they'd
manufacture a lie like that.

What bothers me
is where it could lead.

Why would the idea of
a f*ring squad bother you?

Face, are those guards
still out of sight?

Yeah.

I'm worried about Murdock.

What about Murdock?

I mean, as far as they're concerned,
he's just our chopper pilot.

Yeah, but think about
somethin' for a minute.

When we left for Hanoi, Morrison
was still breathing, right?

Sure.

He's the one that gave us the
final go-ahead on the mission.

And who was the last one
to see Morrison alive?

Well, Murdock reported back
to HQ after dropping us off.

What you trying to say?

Crazy Man Murdock
didn't k*ll nobody.

I know that, B.A.
And you know that.

But is that what
the prosecutor would think?

Hey, Murdock,
how's it going, huh?

As if you didn't know.

Listen, I was thinking, maybe I could
watch some of the trial with you.

You know, lend a little
support to our boys.

I wanna talk to you, come on.

Hey, hey. Stop.

I just wanna make a little
correction to something you said.

See, it's not "our boys,"

it's "my boys."
Not "our boys."

Okay, okay.
What do you want from me?

I already told you Stockwell
made me do it, didn't I?

Oh, that's right, yeah.

He was holding up your dear
father's pension checks, right?

Well, that's a touching
fiction, Frankie.

That was for real, Murdock.

And besides, who was it that got the best
lawyer around to handle the case, huh?

Frankie Santana, that's who.

Well, lucky for Frankie Santana
that Hannibal believes you.

What's he doin' here?

Now you've got somebody
you can watch the trial with.

Mr. Curtis, how did you
come to know the accused?

I met them in Vietnam while serving
with the late Colonel Sam Morrison.

And how long were you
with Colonel Morrison?

Two years, sir.

Until he was m*rder*d
in January of 1971.

Objection. The issue of m*rder is the
ultimate legal issue before this court

to be determined by this
honorable body, not by the witness.

All right, check it out.

My man, Bennie. All his
friends call him Bennie.

He's gonna make mincemeat
out of these bozos.

Your honor, Colonel
Morrison's body was exhumed

from Arlington National
Cemetery last week.

I make an offer of
proof to this court,

and let the record reflect
that I now submit

the official pathology findings of
the Army's Medical Corps director.

Colonel Morrison was m*rder*d.

sh*t twice at close range,
prior to the enemy shelling.

I acknowledge prior receipt
of this report, your honor,

but object to its entry into
evidence on the grounds of hearsay.

Overruled, Mr. Conway.
You may proceed, Major.

Just exactly when do we get to
the "mincemeat" part, Frankie?

Are you kidding me?

See, he's just letting them get
a false sense of security, see.

Mr. Curtis, please tell this court
exactly what happened on 27 January, 1971.

Colonel Morrison told me
that he had discovered

that Smith, Peck,
and Baracus had planned on

robbing the Bank of Hanoi.

The Colonel's signature
had been forged

on orders requesting
a helicopter for that mission.

The Colonel had always
trusted the A-Team implicitly.

This news
was quite a shock to him.

Objection, your honor.

This man's entire testimony is based
on nothing but hearsay and speculation.

It lacks foundation.

Okay. Now, pay attention,
amigo.

We're gonna show them how
we do it in the big leagues.

I offer into evidence
the same offer of proof.

A duplicate of the
document in question.

Handwriting experts confirm
that Colonel Morrison's signature

is, in fact, a forgery

in the hand of
Lieutenant Templeton Peck.

Best evidence rule, your honor,

unless the prosecution can
show location and condition

of the original documents,
how can we rely on mere copies?

This document had its origin
in the combat zone, Mr. Conway.

We will allow the duplicates
for what they're worth.

Well, I think things are going
rather nicely so far, don't you?

I don't know where
he got that phony paper.

Morrison signed the orders in front
of me and handed them to me personally.

Please continue,
Mr. Curtis.

Well, I... I left
the GHQ for dinner.

Colonel Morrison said he was going
to stay there and confront the A-Team.

When I returned,
I heard a very loud argument

from the Colonel's office.

The Colonel was saying,

"Just because you're
a member of the A-Team,

"doesn't mean you
can thr*aten me."

Did you recognize the voice of
the man with Colonel Morrison?

Yes, sir, I did. It was...

It was one of the accused,
Colonel John Smith.

I left immediately
to alert the MPs,

but that was the exact same time that
the shelling began from the enemy.

Our headquarters
took a direct hit.

I didn't think anyone
could survive that expl*si*n.

As I looked through the smoke
and the flames,

I did see someone run
from that building.

I swear it was
Colonel John Smith.

He's lyin'!

Order! We was in North
Vietnam that night!

This is contempt
of court, Sergeant.

I'm not gonna sit down
and let that fool lie!

Sit down!

Restrain the accused!

Order!

Order!

Your honor, Sergeant Baracus was
trying to say we didn't do it.

Well, how thoughtful.

They sent somebody
to tuck us in, guys.

Come out,
come out, whoever you are.

Thank you for coming, Colonel.

I was in the neighborhood.
You?

I'm hearing certain things about your
impending trial that concern me a great deal.

You're not the only one
who's concerned.

When we first met to discuss
an association with the A-Team,

I had no idea I was
employing murderers.

You weren't.

We didn't k*ll Colonel Morrison.

Well, I understand the Army is reviewing
candidates for your f*ring squad.

Oh, gee. You didn't have to go to
all this trouble just to cheer me up.

Obviously, my initial
instincts were mistaken.

I don't like to be wrong.

Who are you, Stockwell?

What's this midnight melodrama?

Well, just call me
an interested third party.

Well, I've got
a suggestion for you.

Obviously, somebody made
a deal with Josh Curtis.

They agreed to layoff that
slime-ball, g*n-running back of his,

in return for
rolling over on the A-Team.

Now, if you're really
interested in us,

why don't you use your influence
in Washington to clear us?

Are you suggesting that I interfere
with the due process of law?

I figured I'd do better
with a f*ring squad.

There's one question
that begs to be asked.

Why'd you wait so long to come
forward with your testimony?

The w*r has a way
of leaving very deep scars.

It's been quite a few years since
I've been able to talk about it at all.

Mr. Curtis, how do you
earn your living, sir?

I'm self-employed. I'm in
the import-export field.

And what sort of things
do you import and export, sir?

Office equipment, farm
machinery, that sort of thing.

- Weapons?
- Objection.

I fail to see how this line
of questioning concerns us.

The integrity of these
proceedings very much concern us.

This is an official, notarized Interpol
report to the French government,

dated May 17th of this year,

which describes the prosecution's
witness, Josh Curtis, as, and I quote,

"A principle figure in
international g*n smuggling."

Objection overruled, Major.

Thank you, your honor.

So, Mr. Curtis.
What about these reports?

Have you ever been
involved in g*n smuggling?

- Yes.
- No further questions, your honor.

We're in the last reel
now, Madman.

Benny's on the loose,
the opposition's on the run.

I wouldn't bet on it.

I pursued Colonel Smith and
the A-Team for three long years.

I lost track of how
many laws they broke,

and how much m*llitary
property they destroyed.

I can tell you this. Rules
mean nothing to these men,

and they're loyal to
no one but themselves.

I have no doubt that they're capable of
the crimes for which they are accused.

What a guy.

Colonel Decker, in those three long
years that you pursued the A-Team,

were you ever aware of any civilians who
were in trouble that they might have helped?

I was.

In your estimation,

how many civilians who were in trouble
did they help in those three years?

- I wouldn't know.
- Well, take a guess.

A dozen? Several dozen?

Several dozen. But that
doesn't make it right.

Thank you.

No further questions,
your honor.

And like I said, before
I know what's happening,

those A-Team guys
is all over my case.

I mean, they're wrecking
my auto-repair shop.

Mr. Bertane, I call your attention to
these articles in Chicago newspapers.

They're investigative reports

about the proliferation
of stolen auto parts.

Would you explain to this court

why your name appears so
prominently in these articles?

Objection! The witness
is not on trial here.

He ought to be.

Nobody has ever convicted
Marko Bertane of no crime!

All I know is that
they wrecked my life

and the business that my beloved
father built with his own hands!

You guys are animals! I hope
you get what you deserve!

I know what you deserve, sucker!

- Silence!
- Lying fool!

Remove the prisoner and the
witness from the courtroom.

Order!
Order in the courtroom.

I thought we were beginning
to make some progress.

Well, B.A.'s always been
just a bit high-strung.

Look, if you want them
to believe you're innocent,

the four of you are gonna have to
take the stand and convince them.

What do you mean,
all four of us?

They're planning to call your friend
Captain Murdock to testify against you.

Murdock?

I was wondering why they hadn't
named him in the original indictment.

I think they plan to
break him down on the stand

and then indict him
as a co-conspirator.

Murdock on the stand.

That should be interesting.

Mr. Murdock, do you remember seeing
Colonel Morrison on the night in question?

Certainly.

I flew the accused to the
aforementioned Hanoi bank,

and then I returned,
as per my orders,

later that evening to Colonel...

The late Colonel
Morrison's office.

What time was this?

About 8:00.

This was before
the enemy shelling?

Oh, yes. It was just before,
as a matter of fact.

You see, that evening,

there was a lot of enemy activity
as I returned to the base.

And that's why I had to fly in

fast and low.

This is Captain Murdock, I'm
under att*ck! Mayday, mayday!

I'm under att*ck!
Mayday!

No, is it possible?

Can someone make
a mayday call in January?

Quick, someone bring me
an Army manual.

Oh, I'm sorry, Captain. We
just ran out of Army manuals,

and all we have left
are the Navy manuals

and a few vegetarian
Boy Scout manuals.

Then you'd better kiss me.

I tried to run my ship
by the book,

but how could I? I didn't
know where the manuals were.

I mean, naturally I was upset.

What kind of w*r was this, where
you run out of Army manuals.

And all the officers,
they were all unreliable.

They were all disloyal.

That's where I had them,
I knew where the manuals were.

They laughed at me
and they made jokes.

But I proved beyond
the shadow of a doubt

and with geometric logic
that a duplicate key

to the wardroom
bookcase did exist.

And I would have
produced that key, but...

Naturally, I'm trying to
cover these things by memory,

and if I've left anything out,

you just ask me
specific questions

and I'll try to answer them

one by one.

No further questions,
your honor.

As you know, Mr. Murdock resides in the
VA psychiatric facility in Los Angeles.

- Thank you, Major Laskov.
- That's it.

That's all they have. They
still haven't established motive.

Why would you have wanted
to k*ll Colonel Morrison.

Now it's up to us
to sell ourselves.

You may call
your next witness, please.

Colonel Smith, could you tell us about
your mission on the National Bank of Hanoi.

Well, the w*r had
dragged on and on.

And then Colonel Morrison told me that
he had a secret mission for me and my team

that could possibly
help end the w*r.

And you were in favor of that?

Who wouldn't be?

Seems like an impossibly dangerous
thing to do to rob the Bank of Hanoi.

How did you ever
hope to pull it off?

It was January 27,
the Tet New Year.

It's the biggest
holiday in Asia.

We knew the streets in
Hanoi would be jammed.

The plan was to
come in early Sunday morning.

The Tet celebration was
really cooking in the streets.

And everything went
according to schedule.

Sergeant Baracus was to take out the
burglar alarm, while I handled the guards.

While Sergeant Baracus set
the expl*sives on the safe,

Lieutenant Peck was outside
obtaining a getaway vehicle.

They didn't notice us
in the bank.

We had the Army money
and then we hit a snag.

Two NVA soldiers
decided to stop by

and hang out right
by the getaway truck.

This forced Lieutenant Peck
to commandeer another vehicle.

When Sergeant Baracus appeared
at the window to investigate,

all hell broke loose.

That's quite a heroic saga, Colonel.
How much did you steal from the bank?

Ten million piasters.

That's about
one million US dollars.

A Bank of Hanoi audit shows
a loss of 50 million piasters.

Then some North Vietnamese
got very rich.

All we got was 10 million.

You insult this court, Colonel.

Objection!

Counsel is arguing
with the accused.

Sustained.

The fact is that Colonel
Morrison discovered your plan

and you weren't about to let him stand
in the way of 50 million piasters.

- Isn't that right?
- We wouldn't k*ll Colonel Morrison.

- Have you ever k*lled anybody?
- In w*r, of course I did.

Then you are capable
of taking a human life.

That's what you do
in a w*r to an enemy.

Colonel Morrison
was not an enemy.

So the distinction is that
k*lling the Viet Cong was okay?

Now who's insulting the court?

Just answer the question,
Colonel.

The Viet Cong was the enemy.

They k*lled us, we k*lled them.

Your honor,

it may be true that money alone

was not enough of a motive
for k*lling Colonel Morrison.

Colonel Smith would have us believe
there was no motive whatsoever

for murdering a
respected senior officer.

Therefore, I would like to submit
as rebuttal evidence at this time,

a significant new document

which has only just now been
declassified and come into my possession.

It is secret congressional testimony on
the US conduct of the Vietnam conflict,

by one Colonel Chun Van Quyet

of the North Vietnamese Army.

Objection! This eleventh-hour
maneuver must be disallowed

on the grounds that Colonel Quyet
is not here for cross examination.

Your honor, in exchange for his valuable
cooperation with postwar intelligence,

the Army provided Colonel Quyet

with a confidential,
new identity in this country.

While I know no precedents, I'll
take the evidence under advisement.

You will note that on page 1174,

Colonel Quyet has documented
a list of 20 American soldiers

who provided information to the North
Vietnamese Army in exchange for money.

At the top of that list

you will find the name
of one Samuel Morrison,

Colonel, United States Army.

Colonel Smith,

I submit that you, Lieutenant
Peck, and Sergeant Baracus

discovered that Morrison
was working with the enemy.

You acted as judge and jury, you
took the law into your own hands,

and k*lled him in cold blood.

Gentlemen, if you have
a rabbit under those hats,

I suggest you let him out now.

Hey, slow down a minute,
will you? Where you going?

I don't have time to chat.

I know where you're going. You're
going after that Colonel Quyet, huh?

You figured he would've known Morrison
sent you on that mission, right?

- Right.
- Well, did it ever occur to you

that maybe you're gonna
need some help, huh?

Old Frankie Santana
can improve the odds.

Now I gotta tell you, I'm getting
sick and tired of Frankie Santana.

Here we go again.
Murdock!

Besides me, who's the one guy
who seems to know everything, huh?

Stockwell.

Twenty bucks says he's
got Quyet on ice someplace.

Yeah?

Hey, you forgot. I have his home
number. That's okay, I forgive you.

Empress 12, urgent.

Frankie Santana's
trying to reach you, sir.

They want information on Quyet.

Ignore him.

Pizza parlor?

How could it be a pizza parlor?

Never mind.
Never mind, son.

This isn't a job for
ordinary men, anyway.

This takes a special breed.

Special breed? What are you
talking about, Murdock?

Now, repeat after me.
Fly by night.

- Repeat after me. Fly by night,
- Fly by night,

- laugh and say,
- laugh and say,

b*ating up bad guys
makes my day.

What'd you eat for lunch, man?

That's the credo of the
Flying Nighthawk Commando.

Words to live by.

You'll get the hang of it.

Colonel Morrison, an NVA agent.

I just can't believe it.

Seems to be true.

Even so, surely the court would need
more than that to convict us of m*rder.

Ever watch Perry Mason, Face?
Motive, method, opportunity.

That's what he always
looked for,

and that's what that
prosecutor says he's got on us.

Well, what are we gonna do?

I think we're gonna get nailed.

Just checking.

Crazy Man said he was at headquarters
when Colonel Morrison was k*lled.

- So?
- So he never told us that.

Maybe he forgot.

How could you just forget
something like that?

The human mind's
a funny thing, Face.

Sometimes it tries
to protects us

by blocking out
unpleasant experience.

You think Murdock could have
k*lled Colonel Morrison?

That's impossible.

If you found out Morrison
was working for the Viet Cong,

what would you have done?

We've been here
all night, Murdock.

Never say die, son.
That's the first commandment.

All clear on the perimeter.

Wow, you know, I've always
wanted to wear a hat like this.

You know, it's like
a dream come true.

The second commandment,
soldier, is never say "wow."

I have to work on it.

Man, I'm not gonna make any
promises on this mission.

You already know the score.

Three of our flyboys
are down behind enemy lines,

and they need our help.

It's not gonna be a cakewalk

and some of us ain't coming back

for Thanksgiving dinner
and pumpkin pie.

But are you with me?

It's a damn fine
bunch of boys, Frankie.

Okay.

Well, this puppy's set to pop.

You and your friends might
wanna step back for this.

The third commandment is never
leave your cap in plain sight.

That's a good one.

Now!

Whoa, man, did you see that?

Put three cameras on this,
with a little backlight

and bee smoke, and we're
talking masterpiece theater.

Men. Men,
the A-Team brief.

Find Colonel Quyet's address.

Get a copy of the A-Team brief.

With all this help,
how could we miss it, huh?

Bingo!

Chun Van Quyet.
It's a wrap.

Men, I think our mission
is accomplished.

What a harrowing
physical display you gave us.

Do you always solve problems
with your fists, Sergeant?

I can take care of myself.

As you have so
vividly demonstrated.

I apologize if any of
my questions offend you.

I wonder if Colonel Morrison
made the same mistake in 1971.

I already told you,
I didn't k*ll him.

- Then perhaps you know who did.
- If I knew, I would tell you.

Who pulled the trigger,
Sergeant? Was it Colonel Smith?

Hannibal was in Hanoi with me.

- Or Lieutenant Peck?
- Him, too.

Oh, I see. I see.
You were all in Hanoi.

All right, then let's talk about
Captain Murdock, your pilot.

Now, he testified under oath that
he had returned to headquarters.

Oh, no.

Everybody in the world know
the man is a fool. He's crazy.

He sees people who ain't really
there. He talk in circles all the time.

He seems like
a disturbed individual.

Do you think he's dangerous?

Murdock won't hurt nobody.

I wonder.

If there are no further
questions, Major Laskov,

we will take a one-hour
recess for lunch.

All right, soldier,
this is where he works.

Let's synchronize our watches.

I'm not wearin' a watch.

A Fighting Nighthawk Commando
always wears a watch.

Let me guess,
fifth commandment, right?

Oh, fourth. Fourth.

A table for two, gentlemen?

No, we're here to see the man.

And what man
are you referring to?

Colonel Chun Van Quyet.

I believe the United States Government
set him up in this restaurant.

I don't believe
I'm familiar with him.

Perhaps my co-workers are.

That's Quyet. Come on.

Gentlemen, I trust you
had a pleasant lunch?

I trust you have more on your
mind than our happy tummies?

I'll be brief.

We all know that what the
Army wants out of this trial,

is an A-Team conviction.

But what I'm interested in
here is justice.

I think the panel
can be convinced

that Captain Murdock
was operating on his own

and in a questionable mental condition
when he k*lled Colonel Morrison.

Help me do that.
It could save your lives.

Major, you can
take your proposal...

Nice try, Major.

But we've got this
beaten, and you know it.

I just learned that Captain
Murdock has located Quyet.

Now, if his testimony confirms your
story, you guys are off the hook.

Now all we have to do is
recall Josh Curtis to the stand

and find out why he lied.

All rise. This court-martial
is back in session.

His honor Colonel
Thomas Milo presiding.

I'm sorry to begin the
afternoon with this sad news,

but I want the counsel
to be informed

that a principal witness in this
case has had a tragic accident.

Captain Josh Curtis was k*lled early
this morning by a hit-and-run driver.

Well. So much
for recalling Curtis.

If Quyet clears our names,
they'll nail Murdock.

What we gonna do?

Mr. Conway,
would you call your witness?

Your honor, I'd like to
request a short recess,

given this recent development...

Your honor, I think
I can save us a lot of time.

Do you wish to address
the court, Colonel?

- I'm changing my plea.
- What?

I plead guilty as charged.
I k*lled Colonel Morrison.

Your honor, clearly my client
is upset with the...

And I helped him do it.

It was all three of us.

This court will take
a 30-minute recess.

Are you out of your minds?

Well, it wouldn't be the first
time we were accused of it.

Nobody tries to plead guilty
in a capital case.

A man can only live
with his guilt so long.

Yeah, we hate guilt.

But we are winning!

Their case is sh*t full of holes
and once Colonel Quyet testifies,

it'll be sh*t down entirely!

Would you mind not using words
like "full of holes," "sh*t down"?

It conjures up such
a negative image.

All right, you wanna
sabotage your own trial,

I'll just withdraw and you
can do whatever you want.

I should warn you, though,
that requires a mistrial

and you'll have to go through
this whole thing all over again.

Suppose we really
did k*ll Morrison?

You could never k*ll
anybody in cold blood.

I'm sure of it.

All right, Mr. Conway,
we'll try it your way.

Murdock, this is crazy,
man. I don't get it.

I mean, we blocked the guy's door.
We don't even know if he's home yet.

What if he left town already?

No, no, no, he hasn't left.

I just saw him pop his head
right out through the curtains.

Are you ready?

Yeah, but I still don't
think it's gonna work.

Don't be discouraged, son.

Let the lyrics of the Fighting
Nighthawk Commandos' theme song

gird your loins.

♪ Fighting nighthawks in the sky ♪

♪ Brave and loyal are these guys ♪

♪ Brothers turning wrong to right ♪

Murdock, it's Quyet...
Murdock?

♪ ...fight, fight, fight ♪

♪ Fighting nightingales, ♪
♪ fighting nightingales ♪

Murdock?

♪ Fighting nightingales ♪

Hey!

Frankie, Frankie, don't you wanna
pick up all the garbage in the alley?

I told you this was dumb.
I can't get this thing to...

work.

I'm a genius.

Welcome to Fantasy Island,
Colonel.

- What do you want with me?
- Information.

I have nothing to say.

Too bad. Let her rip!

Every litter bit hurts, Colonel.

Stop it! Stop it!

Okay, okay, I'll tell you
what you wanna know?

Was Colonel Morrison a
North Vietnamese operative?

Yes.

Then why did he send the
A-Team to rob the Bank of Hanoi?

It was supposed to be a trap.

But the message couldn't get to
our unit in time to stop them.

It was to be an embarrassment
to your country.

United States Army!

Murdock, company!

Throw down your weapons,
you're surrounded.

You are a fool. I called them.

You must now release me,
or you will die.

A Fighting Nighthawk Commando doesn't
know the meaning of the word "die"!

What's the first commandment,
Franklin?

Never leave your cap out
in plain view, right?

That's close enough! Hit it!

Fighting Nighthawk express and
we're coming through, so watch out!

♪ Fighting nighthawks in the sky ♪

♪ Brave and loyal are these guys ♪

♪ Brothers turning wrong to right ♪

♪ Never running from ♪
♪ a fight, fight, fight ♪

Well, that's certainly a
cheerful-looking little group.

Yeah. They could
at least smile.

The accused rise.

Stop these proceedings!
Stop the proceedings!

Your honor.

We have located
a very important witness,

and I believe he can finally
shed some light on this case.

Is that you, Captain Murdock?

Yes, it is, your honor.

And if you'll bear with me,

I believe we can finally
establish some testimony here

that will once and for all and
beyond a shadow of a doubt prove

that A-Team is innocent
of all charges.

You may continue.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

I do.

What is your name, sir?

Chun Van Quyet.

Are you not the same gentleman who gave a
statement before the United States Congress

in regard to Colonel Morrison's
work for the Viet Cong?

I am.

I see.

Would you give us your
version of the famed mission

on the National Bank
of Hanoi, sir?

I was shocked when it happened.

Well, wait a minute.
That's not what you told me.

We should have anticipated the
A-Team was capable of such a mission.

I wish Colonel Morrison and I
could have recruited them.

What do you mean by this?

I had many times told Morrison,
we should make them an offer.

But he always said no. He said
they were loyal American patriots.

Loyal American patriots?

Colonel Morrison, the man that these
men were supposed to have k*lled

in fact held the A-Team
in high regard?

No.

He feared them.

Colonel Morrison told me that

if Smith and the A-Team
discovered he was an agent,

they would not hesitate
to k*ll him.

What do you think, General?

I think the A-Team
looks as guilty as hell.

However, the guilty
must pay for their crimes.

They must have known the risks.

Tell the pilot I'm ready.

Right away, sir.

Would the accused rise?

What does the panel find?

Colonel Smith, Lieutenant Peck,

Sergeant Baracus,

it is my duty
as president of this court

to inform you that in closed
session, upon secret ballot,

all of the members present concurred
in finding you guilty as charged,

and sentencing you
to be put to death.

The accused are remanded
to m*llitary police custody,

and sentence will be carried
out as soon as possible.

This court is adjourned.