05x12 - The Grey Team

[bunniefuu]

Hello?

$100,000 is a great deal
of money, Mr. Anderson.

I trust you are not avoiding me?

Hey, look, Sarnoff,

I don't want you
calling me here.

Let's meet somewhere
where we can talk.

The time for talking is past,
Mr. Anderson.

My government has paid you well,

and we now expect the documents.

You'll get them, don't worry.

After all, this is

classified defense secrets
I'm giving you.

It takes a while to put
something like this together.

When?

Today.

This afternoon.

Then I will be back
in Moscow tomorrow.

Excellent.

- Hey, something's up.
- Huh?

Kind of early in the morning

for Anderson's kid
to be out, isn't it?

School doesn't start
for a couple of hours.

And what's that
she's got with her?

Looks like a briefcase.

Check it out.

Paula! Paula!

Gentlemen, I have a very
important assignment for you.

Her name is Paula Anderson.

No, sorry, General. She's
a little young, you know.

Have her give me a call
in five or six years.

Paula Anderson ran away
from home this morning

and her father's very concerned.

You gentlemen are
going to find her.

Well, since when did we go
into the stray kid business?

Well, since the so-called
stray kid

became a national security risk.

And what'd she do, smuggle some
Clearasil out of the country?

What she did do is take
her father's briefcase

which contains classified data

on the
Strategic Defense Initiative.

Otherwise known as Star Wars.

Yes, we know what it is,
General.

We don't know why you need us.

Yeah. Why don't you
just call in the Feds?

If news of this gets out,

Paula's safety
could be endangered,

and that's an unpleasantness
I want to avoid.

The address is on the
back of the photograph.

Her father's expecting you.

And one other thing.

If that briefcase should
fall into the wrong hands,

consequences could be
quite severe.

Like, messing up our National
Defense Program, right?

That and any hope
for your pardon, Mr. Santana.

Let's see. I know he's
back here someplace.

Honey, you got company.

Hi, guys!
Nice of you to stop by.

I see you already
met Erica, huh?

Yeah, she let us in.

Very sweet of you, honey.

My pleasure.

So, Murdock, this is
the Puppy Platter, huh?

How intriguing.

It is, isn't it?
And you know what?

In a very short period of time,

there are gonna be
Puppy Platters

in every neighborhood
across this country.

And you know what? I'm gonna
be right in on the ground floor.

Hey, man, what you doing
crawling around on the floor?

I thought you were going
to be a manager trainee.

B.A., a restaurant
is in a perpetual battle

to maintain
its own personal hygiene.

I mean, do you realize that
there is a veritable metropolis

of unwholesome creatures
living under here?

It doesn't matter anyway.

I'm working my way up
to deep fryer.

We're all so proud of him.

Well, I hate to drag you away

but your uncle needs you
on a family matter.

My uncle?

- Your uncle Stockwell.
- You remember?

- Oh.
- Nice to meet you.

Honey, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to go.

I understand.

Maybe we can share a milkshake
after work tomorrow.

Chocolate.

With whipped cream on top.

Mr. Green, it's me,
Paula Anderson.

Paula, what on earth are you...

Well, come in, come in, come in.

Mrs. Greyhosky, good morning.

I love your hair.

There. Feeling any warmth
in those toes yet?

- A little.
- Good.

Now when your tongue gets thawed
out all the way, let me know,

'cause then maybe you'll
tell me what you're doing here

instead of being in school.

Well, school's closed for today,

for teacher's meetings,

and I just wanted to
come see you.

It's been a long time.

That it has.

But the next time I ran away
from home, if I were you,

I'd wear something more
substantial than those sneakers.

I didn't run away from home.

But your heart is racing
like a rabbit.

I can practically feel it
all the way over here.

I didn't want you
worrying about me.

But I ran into these guys

on motorcycles,

and they started chasing me.

And I got away
as fast as I could,

but it was really frightening,

and I'm okay now.

You know, Paula,
you always were a lousy liar.

Like when we met at the hospital
that first time, remember?

You asked if I wanted
anything and I said,

"Only if it's
chocolate mousse."

I knew darn well that the
kitchen served something

beside that
miserable plain gelatin,

but you said they didn't.

You were lying then, kiddo,
and you're lying now.

There wasn't
any motorcycle g*ng.

And you weren't coming
to visit me, either.

But I really was chased
by somebody.

I didn't make that part up.

When I left the house
this morning,

this car was chasing me
for hours.

I was so scared.

You honestly were outside
for hours alone?

Oh, Paula, what kind
of fool stunt was that?

Forget I said that.

Friends as good as we aren't
supposed to b*at each other up.

Being alone
in a neighborhood like this

could scare the pants off
anybody, especially a youngster.

I didn't imagine it.
They were after me.

And I know why, too.

Why?

It's because of my father.

This morning I heard him
on the phone

making a deal with this man

to sell him some important
government papers.

My father is

a traitor.

All right, easy does it.

Easy does it.
Watch that piano.

It's an awfully nice piece
of furniture there, Frankie.

Yeah, an awfully nice
hernia I'm getting.

Oh, man, stop jibber jabbering
and start lifting.

Lifting, lifting.

Murdock, could you give
us a hand here? I mean...

No can do.
I'm a scab.

The union prohibits me
from working.

Yes?

What are you men doing?
I didn't order a piano.

- You've got the wrong address.
- Mr. Anderson,

we have the right address.

Stockwell Movers.

Now,

where would you like us
to put it?

I'm so glad you're here.

- Nothing like a satisfied customer.
- Oh...

Just in case
somebody's listening in.

You haven't heard from Paula?

No, nothing.

I stayed by the phone all day.

Now why hasn't she called?

What if something's
happened to her?

We'll need a list of all of her
friends and relatives in this area.

Do you have any idea why Paula
would leave home like this?

The only thing I can think of

is that she must have
overheard me talking to Sarnoff.

I was so stupid
to talk to him here.

Who's Sarnoff?

General Stockwell
didn't tell you about him?

Sarnoff is the top Soviet
operative in this country.

We've been working for months
to lure him into the open.

I'm meeting him today supposedly
to sell him m*llitary secrets.

So when Paula overheard
your conversation,

she believed that you
betrayed your country?

She must be terrified
out of her mind.

Please. You've got to find her
before they do.

Nobody knows
these documents are forgeries.

There's nothing the opposition
wouldn't do to get them.

Well, that's really
a long sh*t, isn't it?

A picture of Paula
and some old gent?

It's not much to go on.

Yeah, we'll split up
on this one.

Sergeant, you and Frank
try and find her.

Okay, we'll check out
the hospital right away.

That is a wise
and creative disbursement

of available manpower, Colonel.

Thanks, Murdock.

Speaking of manpower,

what are you and I
gonna do, Colonel?

Well, Face,
we got the easy part.

Murdock, I got
something special for you.

Yeah, I'm positive.

Well, she almost lost us,
but it's her.

Hold on.

It's apartment 8-A.

Bernie Green.

What do you want us to do?

Right.

We get the briefcase.

Mr. Green, they're here!
They're crossing the street!

- Who?
- The men who're after me!

That's the car from this
morning. I'm sure of it.

They know I'm here.

What they don't know is they're
now dealing with Bernie Green,

a pretty tough piece
of beef jerky.

May I help you?

Hi. I understand
you have a vacancy.

Could you speak louder, please?

I'm a little hard of hearing.

I said, I'm looking
for an apartment.

Mr. Green,
the briefcase.

Don't worry.
I've taken care of it.

Fire escape!

Give me a hand, B.A.
There's two of them.

You're in deep trouble, pal.

That's funny, I thought we were
the ones holding the g*ns on you.

My ID's in my back pocket. We're FBI.

Obstruction of federal
agents in the line of duty.

We're talking federal
terms for you guys.

Looks legit, man.

Looks like we really blew it
this time, amigo.

No dice, Stockwell.

We're not going up against
the FBI head to head.

We're on the same side,
remember?

Very well. The FBI agents that
Baracus and Santana encountered

know nothing of our intended
deception with the Russians.

The Bureau has the information

that Sarnoff is going to
purchase Star Wars information.

Hence, it was necessary to
stakeout the government personnel

who had access
to that information.

Yeah, including Randy
Anderson's home and family.

You show a real flare for
this line of work, Colonel.

Everything else is as
you've come to understand it.

Why didn't you tell us
that Paula's disappearance

was connected
to your sting operation?

Well, because there was always the
possibility that you might find her

before needing to know that.

"Need to know" is standard
operating procedure.

I'm getting really tired
of you, Stockwell.

And your procedures.

We'll get Randy Anderson's
daughter back

because he's a decent man.

But not for you, General.

Not anymore.

Are you really sure about this?

Well, of course, I'm sure.

George Nemcek is
the best friend I've got.

And there was a time
when the old cuss

had a pretty good head
on his shoulders, too.

He might just have some ideas

about how to get you
out of this mess.

Now, are we partners
in this or not?

Of course we are.

Come on,
you're gonna love this guy.

Just saw three nurses
in tears, Nemcek.

Figured they must've come
from seeing you.

What do you want, Bernie?

Get my 40 bucks back.

What are you talking about?
I paid you back 20 years ago.

You must be getting senile,
George. You never paid me.

The hell I didn't.

Who's this?

This is Paula Anderson.

Paula was very good to me
back there

when I was having
gall bladder surgery.

Oh, lucky you.

All they do around this place
is wake you up

and poke you with things.

Mr. Green,
maybe we better leave.

A smart kid.

Now, listen, George, Paula
here is in a pile of trouble.

Her father's mixed up in
some kind of government mess,

and there's a bunch of guys
chasing her around with g*ns.

What do you mean, g*ns?

I mean, g*ns.

The kind that put
holes in people.

They knocked down my door,
sh*t at us.

We snuck off
down the fire escape.

But she's only a child.

Yes, but she's also my friend,

and that makes her your friend.

And we need a place to hide out

until we can come up
with some kind of plan.

You want to stay here?

You can stay
as long as you want.

The staff won't mind?

Are you kidding?

Those people are so afraid of me

they talk to me
as little as possible.

Can't say I blame them.

So what'd she say, man?

This is Bernie Green's senior
citizen pass, all right.

He was here with a young girl.

They sat through
two Chuck Norris movies

and then they left
about an hour ago.

Now what?
We got a cold trail.

Not quite, my friend.

After a dose of
that legendary Santana charm,

the ticket girl was
persuaded to tell me

about this old guy he used
to meet here every day.

George Nemcek.

He lives at a nursing home
on Silver Creek Drive.

Maybe there's something really
ill to that Santana's charm.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
It's awesome.

Okay, he's approaching
the boat rides now.

Yeah, yeah, I got him.

And there's Sarnoff.

You know, he doesn't look like
such a tough guy.

I wonder if his family would
like some wallet-sized sh*ts?

Just keep him in focus,
Lieutenant.

These are the first sh*ts
of Sarnoff anybody ever got.

There's been a problem.
I don't have them.

I couldn't get them.

That is very tragic news.

You got to believe me.

They put new
security restrictions on us.

Getting access to everything you
need is almost impossible now.

Possibly.

And possibly
you're just stalling.

Why do I get the impression

that you never intended
to give me the information?

For God's sake, Sarnoff.

Hannibal, he's got a g*n.

Naughty, naughty.

What good would stalling do me?

I already accepted your money.

You know who I am, where I live.

Please!

What's happening?
Can you make the sh*t?

I can now.

So far, so good.
Sarnoff bought the story.

Now, it's up to Murdock.

Forgive me if I appear
a little nervous.

I'm more familiar
with a laboratory

than I am
with a television studio.

I understand.

Professor, why have you
chosen to come forward

with these accusations?

Because...

I don't think that I can live
with myself any longer,

with my conscience.

I would like to make this clear.

These are not accusations
which I'm talking about here.

These are truths.

And dramatic ones at that.

What you are saying is
that our government is lying

about Star Wars technology.

Well, as a member
of SDI research,

I think I can speak
with some authority here

that these lies,

that's what they are, lies,

are an elaborate hoax to
deceive the American people.

Because, not only
is Star Wars possible,

but long ago we perfected it.

Why all the secrecy, then?

If what you say is true, if you
can prove that Star Wars exists,

why mask your identity?

This is a scandal
of unprecedented proportions

and there are individuals who
stand to reap untold fortunes,

billions of your tax dollars
from SDI research.

And I don't think
that they would hesitate

for one moment to silence me.

Do you understand now?

Your television interview was
most interesting, Professor.

Do I know you?

No. But you will.

Well, if I am going to be
abducted at gunpoint by you,

why don't you tell me
where we're going?

We are going to a laboratory

where you will demonstrate for
me the Star Wars technology.

Well, that's preposterous. You
couldn't possibly comprehend it.

I have a doctorate in advanced
laser physics, Professor.

I'm quite suited
to comprehend it.

Shall we go?

Well, I'll have to give
the KGB credit.

Their agents are getting
much better looking.

Yeah, she's not bad.

Let's go.

Not bad
if you like the Bee Gees.

But I'll take
Twisted Sister any day.

And you accuse me
of getting senile?

He's just angry because the
Doobie Brothers broke up.

Who? Who?

Would either of you mind
if I asked a question?

Ask two. We have
a clearance sale all week.

Well,

on the news lately, they've
been having these stories

about how some kids have been
turning in their parents to the police

for using dr*gs and stuff,
you know?

And you want to know if we
think you should do that?

Is that what you want to do,
turn in your old man?

Of course, I don't want to.

But maybe it's the right thing.

All right, George.
You're the mouth.

Let's hear the wisdom
of your years.

Okay, everybody. Take five.

Paula, your problem
is that you're...

Is that you're letting
your head do your talking.

Now if I were you, I'd let
my heart work with my mind.

They tell me what to do
when they're ready.

I think what my heart wants
to do is call my father.

So, that wasn't so tough,
now, was it?

Hello?

Daddy? It's me.

Paula! Where are you?
Are you all right?

I've been going crazy.

I'm all right.
I'm with friends.

Listen, about what you
heard me saying on the phone.

It isn't what you think.

You said you were going
to sell that man secrets.

Look, I know what I said.

It's a long story.

But you have to trust me, honey.

Everything is going to be okay.

I'm sorry I took your briefcase.

I know.

Look, tell me where you are.

I'll come and get you.
We'll have a nice long talk.

I'll explain everything.

You really can't be serious.

Science is not a pursuit
which responds well

to the ominous thr*at
of arms-bearing thugs.

SDI, Professor Murdock.

We want to know
everything about it.

One way or another.

Although we hearken

from differing
political worlds, Doctor,

I feel it's safe to assume

we can be considered colleagues.

Therefore I ask you,

is this an environment in
which you would want to work?

You make a valid point.

And if I must betray my country,

must I also do it
in front of spectators?

Is there anything else,
Professor?

Yes. That perfume
you're wearing,

what's it called?

Does it bother you?

No. Quite the contrary.

It excites me.

I mean, while I am
a man of science,

if you...

If you remove the science,

I mean, what have you?

A man.

Let us get back
to the business at hand,

shall we, Professor?

Which directional imaging
system are you utilizing,

reflective optics

or particle density?

You are the first woman
that I have ever seen

who looks good
in fluorescent light.

Can you believe this guy?

I mean, what the heck
is he doing in there?

I don't know, Face.

Maybe you ought to practice
some of these lines.

They seem to be working.

Oh, please.

Hannibal, any novice
could stall her

until B.A. and Frankie
find the girl.

You know, if he's not careful,
he's gonna blow this whole thing.

Now, don't get defensive, Face.

Defensive?
I'm not being defensive.

I'm sure you could make up
much better lines.

Thanks for your confidence.

Now, he may know something

that you don't know.

That perfume you're wearing,
what is it called?

2534 Silver Creek Drive.
Perfecto.

Let's go see if this guy Nemcek

heard from the Anderson girl.

Hello.
Nice to see you.

Hi.

Excuse me, can you direct
us to Mr. Nemcek's room?

Mr. Nemcek?

Hi.

We're friends of a friend
of his, Bernie Green.

Do you know him?

Hello.

B.A. what's wrong
with these people?

Must be the Santana charm.

You two got business here?

Excuse me, ma'am.

We're either looking for
George Nemcek or Bernie Green.

Never heard of them.

Let me give
the old Santana charm

one more try.

Perhaps you're mistaken, ma'am.

But it's our understanding
that George Nemcek lives here.

What's the matter with you?
You dense or something?

I just told you
I never heard of them.

Now, listen,
I'll tell you what you do.

You and the hair cut over there

take a hike.

So much for the Santana charm.

Miss Vosburgh, I overheard you.

Is that any way
to treat our guests?

George Nemcek is
straight down the corridor,

last door to your right,
gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

But he's not there.
He left.

In a coma.

This hose is loaded
with hot, scalding water.

Don't make me use it.

Trust me, we won't.

Hey, what you people doing?

We're the good guys.
We're not here to hurt nobody.

I'd frisk them, Bernie.

So much for
the old B.A. charm.

Oh, good guys, eh?
What're you doing with this?

I can explain that.

Then explain what you want
with a pair of old fossils

like Bernie Green
and George Nemcek.

Well, actually, we're
looking for a girl,

Paula Anderson.

Yeah, her father sent us.

My father?

Wait, I know you.

Mr. Green, these are the men
that helped us from the gunmen.

See, I told you.
We the good guys.

Oh, nuts.

Just when things were getting
interesting around here.

Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry
if we frightened anybody,

but Paula's dad is
really worried about her.

Not anymore.
I just called him.

Yes. He's on his way here
to pick her up right now.

Looks like you boys
are out of a job.

There's a Mr. Anderson
in the lounge.

You want me to blow him off?

Well, thanks anyway, Iris.
We'll see him.

Just look at that, will you?

To see a terrific
little girl like Paula

reunited with her dad.
- Yeah.

Makes you feel warm all over,
doesn't it, George?

And all the time I thought it
was Iris here turning me on.

You big, sexy lug, you.

It's really got me worried, Frankie.

Well, that's okay, B.A.
I think they're old enough.

Not them, fool!
Paula's dad.

I've been thinking, suppose
somebody followed him here?

Well, then we're
in deep guacamole.

Hurry. Get the Andersons
out of here.

Sarnoff.

Well, Mr. Anderson.
What a pleasant surprise.

Don't worry about a thing.

I know it's unexpected,
but I like a challenge.

A challenge? How can
you say that, Hannibal?

The Russians have got
both Paula and her dad.

Right. But didn't
Bernie Green tell you

that the briefcase
is in his apartment?

That's where Paula
will have to take them.

We'll be there
as soon as we get Murdock.

I'll meet you there.

"As soon as we get Murdock."

And might I ask
how we're going to do that?

Murdock is gonna get out for us.

The things that we could've
explored together

had our political fates
been different.

- Professor...
- We could've learned from each other.

Not just about SDI,

but about other things.

Clearly you are
not going to provide

the information we need.

Joined together
in blissful d?tente.

My Apollo and your Soyuz.

I regret to inform you

that your services are
no longer needed, Professor.

What about dinner?
This evening?

I think not.

Unfortunately,
your stubborn behavior

renders you useless to us.

And you will now be k*lled
by my comrades outside.

Goodbye.

Doctor? Olga?

May I call you Olga?

We could have made such
beautiful science together.

Romeo in there has
just wrecked everything.

Now she's gonna go get
the KGB death squad.

Yeah. Great, isn't it?

Get the lead out, Nemcek.
We haven't got all day.

Oh, don't be a such
a cranky old man, Bernie.

With my cross town shortcut,

we'll still b*at them
to your place.

Not on foot, we won't.

What? They sh*t
the tires on my van!

Either of you fellows own a car?

No, neither of us
drives anymore.

Damn it, old George,
I've lost her.

Paula came to me for help,
trusted me

and I've let her down.

Oh, Bernie, you're not gonna start
whining on me again, now are you?

Those men who kidnapped
Paula and her father

are Russian KGB agents!

And what are we, chopped liver?

Between the two of us,
we've got more experience

than those Russians.

And before I check into
Saint Peter's Hotel,

I want to use that experience.

Okay, now.
Everybody off.

Come on, folks.

I'm not leaving this bus
without authorization.

Don't leave without your
Geritol commandos. Come on.

Climb on, everybody.

Here we go.

That's it.
Watch your step.

Nice and easy.

Goodbye!

Hey, pops, you drive
pretty good. I'm impressed.

You should be impressed.

George Nemcek was
the best driver in the fleet

until he got fired.

Fired?

Old age.

Reckless driving.

We're gonna die.

Let's feel
those G-forces, Nemcek.

Everybody hold on
to your dentures.

Where's Don Juan, hmm?

I thought you said
he was getting out.

They probably k*lled him by now.

Faith, Lieutenant. Faith.

Yeah.

See?

Holy...

How long do I have to wait, huh?

How long before I k*ll you?

Please. I've already
told you everything.

Mr. Green said
he hid the file someplace.

I don't know where.

You're lying.

Leave her alone, Sarnoff.

I'm telling you, the information
I was going to sell you is no good.

It was a secret sting operation.

I will not return to Moscow
empty-handed.

Oh, great. B.A., if this
maniac doesn't k*ll us,

we're all going to jail.

And I bet we don't get
to collect $200, either.

Everyone out. Now!

All right. Hold it right
here. Hold it right here.

Everybody stop!

All right, everybody...
Hold it right there.

All right, stop!

Hold it right there.
I said stop!

Back up! Just hold it right here, folks.

Okay, this is as far as we go.

All right.

Everybody get back,

or the girl dies right here.

Now, put your weapons down!

Down! Put it down!

All right, we will have 10
minutes to make a getaway

or the hostages will
never be seen again.

Which of you
is Mr. Green?

I'm Bernie Green.

Mr. Green, no!

Let the others go.
I'm the one you want, anyway.

I've got the file.

You come to me, old man.

Let them go first.

Don't test me!
I will k*ll her!

All right, move!

Move back!

Look out! Watch it!

Come on!

It looks like a hostage
situation to me, Colonel.

Doesn't look good.
It's up to you, Face.

Me? Why me?

You're driving.

Open the door!
Go on, open the door!

I did it!
My God, I did it!

That's a highly effective
distraction, Faceman.

Oh, thanks, Murdock.

Nice, Face.

I still can't believe it.

We actually captured a KGB spy.

My dad says things worked out better
than the government ever dreamed.

Tell me about it.

You know, Stockwell says
we might even get our pardon

sooner than we thought.

Must be the old A-Team charm.

You know it.

You never saw a staff
happier to get rid of anybody

than they were of George here.

They were not happy.

I stand corrected.
They were ecstatic.

Where are you two... Where
are you two going, anyway?

With you.

Sure. You know,
fight bad guys.

That thing with the KGB really
got my adrenaline pumping.

He didn't even know
he had any adrenaline left.

Yeah, well,
that's really good to hear,

but you guys can't really
fight bad guys with us.

You see, the truth is
we might not even be

in the bad guy fighting
business much longer.

What do you expect us to do now?

Just sit around and watch the
liver spots form on our hands?

No chance, my friends.

Did you read the paper about
the teenage thugs that are out

terrorizing the city parks?

Whoa, whoa! Slow down.

Slow down.

I mean, it was really great
working with you guys, but...

But what? You just said
it was great working with us.

Yeah, that's what
you said, Frank.

Come on, George, let's
show this kid how it's done.

Hannibal? Face?
Murdock?

- See you, Frank.
- B.A.?

Come on with us, kid.

We're gonna teach you
everything you're gonna need.

Yeah, yeah. Paula, somebody, come on.

These maniacs are gonna
get me k*lled.

Chasing thugs through the park.

It's got a nice ring to it,
doesn't it?

It has a terrible ring to it.

Just think, if we get a pardon

we may never have to eat
a knuckle sandwich again.

I wouldn't bet on it, crazy man.

Looks like Hannibal's
on the jazz again.

What? What?
No, you tell me right now.

You tell me right to my face,

you tell me
that you don't have a plan.

Well, I was thinking,
like Bernie and George,

what are we gonna do
when this thing's over?

I mean,

what are we
really qualified to do?

Go after thugs in the park.

And outlaw motorcycle gangs,

organized crime figures.

Why, there's a world
of slime balls out there.

I knew it.

I just knew you had a plan.

Comforting, isn't it?

I'll get the van.