A-Team, The (2010)

[bunniefuu]

Only a hardheaded gringo...
Would come down here...

On a rescue mission...
ALL ALONE

This gringo is not going to talk.

Then k*ll him.

Come on, the General's expecting us.

You can't use your g*n...

sh**t him with his.

It's not working.

This assh*le's g*n has
no f*ring pin.

Leave him.

The dogs haven't had to
k*ll for their food in a while.

Next time, amigo,

plan ahead.

I am such a bad Catholic.

No, you're just sick in the head.

Don't forget the General's money.

That gringo bribed the wrong cop...

and brought a g*n
with no f*ring pin.

(HOUSE OF PAIN)

Catch me if you can
I am in them old school Barkley's

Back to the fence
puffing on that Bob Marley

Flow like oregano

You already know my competition's
stiffer than Ronald Regan

Let it go

For you be a mother...

You scrap it's too animated
like The Incredibles

Let this beef go around like
the twenty six's

It's young Game of flame

Welcome to the House of Pain

Where's my girl, fool?

She cool, man. She in there.
She's still fine as hell.

So that's it?
Bada-bing, you out of the game?

Done with the whole trade?

-Yeah.
-Well, that's the problem, Bosco.

You either keep doing that,

or you do a 15-year bid
in a Mexican prison

with Cheeto's cousin in there.

Same old sh*t. You choose
how to flush the toilet, brother.

That's right.
Easy way or the hard way.

Come on.

Okay, street soldier. sh*t.

But watch yourself, B.A., now, you
going to lose your oldest friend here.

What's up, girl? You miss me?

Because I missed you. Yes, I did.
It's been too long, baby.

Way too long.

Heck of a place.

Just a heck of a beautiful place.

Is this a time-share?
I'd love to get in on this.

I like this whole Santa Fe motif
you got going here, Tuco.

It's very Arizona, very Tex-Mex.
It's good. It's good.

Maybe we can get the guy at my six

to whip up a couple of quesadiches,
you know?

I want the flames to be seen
by the Martians.

Americano, gringo.

-Army Intelligence.
-Who's that?

-You, man.
-No.

You're not so intelligent
because you're stuck in some tires.

I am happy. I am happy.

Doesn't get any better than this,
right?

-I am living the dream.
-You are.

You're going to come here...

to throw me in a bag across the border...

but instead you have sex with my wife.

Well, first of all, she's so hot,

and we both hate you.
So that's just sort of how it...

-Good morning.
-Good morning, man.

Now it's a party.

-Is that your best sh*t?
-Now it's a party, man.

(SHUT UP)

A-ha, okay, what's up? Shut up

A-ha, okay, what's up? Shut up

A-ha, okay, what's up? Shut up

Okay, what's up? Shut up

I got a pocket full of B's Cocoa
weed and ain't got no place to go...

Hell, no.

Slide over slowly.

You jacking me?

What is this, opposite day?

I am not a thief. But if I don't reach
my friend in time, then he dies.

If you ain't a thief,
I guarantee you ain't a k*ller.

Take your left hand off the wheel
and your right hand off the shifter now.

You ain't going to
sh**t me in the head, pops.

You know that ain't happening.

What the hell's wrong with you, man?

You sh**t a total stranger?

I don't even know you, fool. Damn.

It will heal, I promise.

-Here, wrap it in this.
-I know how to make a tourniquet, fool.

I know it hurts,
but I had to make a point with you.

That ain't what's pissing me off.

You sh**ting my van
is what's pissing me off, man.

What's wrong with you?

You Army Ranger, son?

Be real careful
of what you say next, pops.

And be ready to empty that burner
if you start sh*t-talking my battalion.

Colonel Hannibal Smith.
75th Ranger Regiment.

4th Battalion. Fort Benning, Georgia.

I know who you are, sir.
Corporal B.A. Baracus.

I mean, it was till I was dishonorably
discharged for some bullshit.

I don't subscribe to coincidence,
Corporal.

I believe that, no matter how random
things might appear,

there's still a plan.

We fed him to the dogs.

That here in the middle
of the Mexican desert,

when I needed him most,

I'd find a fellow Ranger.

Boy.

Now, I need your help to save another.

Bad news for you today.

This rescue that's coming,
we fed him to the Rottweilers

-about an hour ago.
-You know what's funny?

Is that you actually believe
that you got me.

You actually
think you're going to k*ll me.

Can you drive?

Better than
anybody you have ever seen, sir.

Nobody knew where you were hiding...

There was no intel...
until now, assh*le.

In a few minutes I am going to be
having a cold beer,

and you are going to be on fire.
Take care, my friend.

-Alpha, Mike...
-No.

Foxtrot.

Think about it.

Adi?s, mother...

Hannibal.

What are you doing?

Get in.

B.A., move.

This is bullshit.

Ahora, muerto.

Stop it. Please stop.

Please stop. Stop it. Stop.
Please stop.

How's your day going?

This is not going to taste good.

Baby, I just threw up.

Let me get some gum.
Let me just get some gum.

Did you see that?
Did you see Tuco's face?

When you came over,
that was unbelievable.

-How many times did I say it?
-The timing was perfect.

-How many times did I say it, Face?
-It was so beautiful.

-I told you not to take down Tuco alone.
-What?

Well, you...

You know what? I am sorry.

I am sorry I didn't have
the Hannibal Smith How-to Manual.

-Okay? I had to move.
-And that move snowballs, Face.

You almost got yourself k*lled.

Which almost got me k*lled
and almost got him k*lled.

Thank you. Peck.

Baracus. It's all good.

I was just trying to save her.

-Save her?
-Yeah.

-Save her?
-Yeah.

How? Please, do share with us
your plan, Face.

Okay, I hadn't thought about that yet.

Exactly. I had to.

-Mike.
-Boss. How the hell are you?

-Still chewing the same dirt?
-I am, unfortunately.

-So what have you got for me?
-I got a fast bird doing pizza runs.

-The call sign is "Hatchet."
-Hatchet. Okay.

This is yours.

And your pilot, if you want to
call him that, is somewhere inside.

-Be careful, boss.
-I owe you one, okay?

-Let's not wait till Bragg again.
-3 years.

How am I going to just leave my girl
like this, after all that?

I had to fight to get her back.

Leave the keys
and we will come back for her.

Find a treatment room, Corporal.

Make it quick.
I am going to find our pilot.

Hey.

Hey, Doc, you got a second
for a wounded vet?

Highly decorated combat pilot.

You ask him,
he thinks he's the best in the world.

But he's a functioning lunatic.

Last week he tried to escape
by jump-starting an ambulance.

Clear.

Damn it.

My kind of guy.

It almost hit your tattoo there.

Has anyone seen Mr. Murdock?

-The old Ranger tat.
-Mr. Murdock?

Would you think I was crazy
if I told you I had one of these?

Something wrong with your eyes, man.

-Mr. Murdock?
-Not while I am operating, nurse.

-Not now.
-Why are you off the ward?

Is that gas? Is that you?

-I smell gas.
-What do you mean, "ward"?

-What ward?
-This man is a patient here.

Is this you?
Don't listen to her, she's crazy.

Honestly, I am a practicing doctor
at Johns Hopkins University.

-Did you ask him to do a lightning bolt?
-I asked for no lightning bolt.

-I am calling security.
-What's wrong with this fool?

-Is he crazy?
-It is you.

-You on fire, man.
-What? What's that?

-What the...
-Jesus.

-You Rangers. I like you.
-Are you crazy?

Hey. Hey, come on.

Corporal, off. Back off.

This is a hospital.

-Everybody's met Mr. Murdock.
-Met him?

He lit my arm on fire.

He stitched
a lightning bolt in mine, man.

Look at me, son.

I am told
you're a hell of a chopper pilot.

The best, sir.

I am not getting on a chopper
with this nut job.

Yeah, that's a good...
Is he another one of your projects?

I am a real soldier.
I am a Ranger, baby.

I am worried.

I am a Ranger, sir.

That's good enough for me.

You have been released into our care

...and reinstated, Captain.
I am not even close to good with that.

Thank you, sir.

Let's get the hell out of here.

You gorgeous old rust bucket, you.

Did you miss your daddy?

Face, what's the most important part
of a well-oiled plan?

To be one step ahead of the enemy,

-not to be running away from him.
-Who says we're running?

What, we're going to go in this dinosaur

-with this freak show?
-Yep.

You spin me right round, baby
Right round

-Rotors are good, sir.
-Who is this guy?

Come on. Let's go.

We have got gringos to k*ll.

Murdock, get this thing in the air.

Hold on, boys.

I am going to try something
I saw in a cartoon once.

What you talking about cartoons for?
Get us the hell out of here.

We got a hot chopper to your six.

I am blocking b*ll*ts.
We're bulletproof.

We're bulletproof, boys.

Heads up.

I see you, gringo.

You pancaked my van.
I am going to k*ll you, fool.

You can't park there.
That's a handicap zone.

-I knew you was crazy. I knew...
-This is a mistake.

Fire. Fire. Fire.

Blow them out of the sky.

I have never tried this before.

Did you see that?

Did you see
how he turned the helicopter?

There's nothing like some good
air-to-air combat, boys?

Don't look at me. Look there.

He's only got heat seekers left.

Captain, get us out of here.

Hold on, this could get ugly.

Here we go. Come on, baby, climb.

Fire the missiles.

Missiles.
Come on, come on.

That's how we deal
with heat seekers, chaps.

We go cold.

What the hell?

Face, get him in here.

Holy, sh*t. sh*t.

Got him.

Restart. Restart.

Close the door.

I know you're Airborne Rangers,
but that was ridiculous.

You're going to be okay.

Boss, the idea is to k*ll Tuco,
not the other way around.

One step ahead of the game
isn't a plan, kid.

2 to 3 steps ahead.

b*ating an enemy's move
before it's even made.

That's a plan.

Hatchet, Hatchet, lock on my LC.

General Tuco,
you are currently engaged

in unauthorized warfare
on United States m*llitary personnel.

No, no, no. You engaged me.

Repeat.

You are engaged in unauthorized warfare
on United States m*llitary personnel.

Over United States air space.

-What?
-Alpha, Mike...

Foxtrot.

-In other words, Adi?s, mother...
-No.

Yeah.

Well done, Captain.

-That was awesome.
-That wasn't awesome.

-You are a genius.
-I am never flying again in this thing.

I never should have doubted you, boss.

There's a plan in everything, kid.

And I love it when a plan comes together.

Gunpowder cooking.
Nothing like it.

Face, you want it napalmed or nuked?

Nuke it.

Nuke it.

Murdock, burn the hell out of it,

like it was damned.

Burn the whole place down, buddy.

-You want secret sauce?
-No, no, no. None of that anti-freeze.

The secret's out. You crazy.
Everybody knows.

No one can do an anti-freeze
marinade like you can, Murdock.

But I got a little Bell's palsy
last time I ate that.

It's only partial paralysis.
Come on, take it like a man.

Yes, sir. I am having
that conversation right now.

We will enforce that.
I have got it well in hand, sir.

I don't think you want me to be
in the field partially paralyzed, bud.

Visitors.

Yeah.

I am a little taken aback.
I am not going to lie.

Lieutenant.

I am sorry, am I supposed
to call you Lieutenant back?

No, you're supposed to call me Captain.

Captain. Captain?

That's right.

Captain Crunch. Look at you.

So, I guess you said no to the kids,
no to the family.

Just no ladder you can't climb?

No, no, honey, I just said no to you.

Hello. My name's Percy.

Would you like some pork?

If I broke every bone in your hand,
could you still do that?

This is crazy. 3 years?

We haven't seen each other
for 3 years,

this is what we're going to talk about?

What would you like to discuss?

Did you take my Steely Dan CD?

I am not even going to respond to that.

We listened to it,
like, 9 times in a row.

We were drinking that crappy cabernet.
You remember that?

We were doing something else.
What were we doing?

Do you remember what it was
we were doing? It was in a bedroom.

You don't remember?

The only thing I remember is leaving.

Which is my fondest memory of you.

You guys are the best.
Stay out of trouble, you hear me?

Take care. Yes. Thank you.

Keep that on.

Colonel, my name is Lynch,
I am with Central Intelligence.

I knew a company man named Lynch
back in the first Desert Storm.

Yeah, I come from a long line of Lynches.

You ever stop to consider that maybe
the reason nobody trusts the CIA

is because nobody knows your real names?

What can I do for you, Mr. Lynch?

I need you to help me to stop
S*ddam's former flunkies

from stealing over a billion dollars
in the next 30 hours.

Now, the only mint outside of the U.S.
capable of printing our money

belonged to the Shah of Iran.

During the Iran-Iraq w*r,
it went missing.

Rumor was, S*ddam had stolen it.

And we stole it back during Desert Storm.

Well, you didn't get the engraving plates.

It didn't matter.

They would have had to rebuild a mint
just to print those bills.

Well, sir,

it's happening as we speak.

Fedayeen thugs have seized
what's left of the Iraqi National Mint

to run off billions of dollars
in unbacked American currency.

How are they planning on
moving the plates and a billion dollars

-out of Baghdad?
-Armored convoy,

manned with former Iraqi spec ops.

You know, high speed, sh**t-to-k*ll types.

So how do you plan on stopping them?

Listen, there's some rumors
about some top-secret plates

being smuggled out of the city
by S*ddam loyalists.

Do you know anything about this?

Seriously, if you're going to make
a play for these plates,

I am waving you off right now.

because it's my responsibility
and it's my ass.

I am serious.

Face?

I will court-martial you.

-Okay.
-Hey.

Get the memo.

Tell your beloved Colonel Smith
and stay the hell out of Baghdad.

You know,

you never came back.
I thought you were going to come back.

Well, this is me, coming back.

You think those clowns
can really pull this off?

Listen, listen,
I would never tell him this,

but they are the best clandestine unit
in the 4 branches,

and they specialize in the ridiculous.

Shadow Peck and the rest of them.

-Do not let them out of your sight.
-Yes, ma'am.

-Doesn't diablo mean "devil"?
-Yeah, man.

God damn it, Hannibal,
what do you want me to do?

If this were my operation
and you wanted it,

-you would have the mission.
-You let Black Forest deploy on this,

and it's an international incident,
I promise you.

They're not soldiers.

They're frat boys with trigger fingers.

-Who's running the ground team?
-Brock Pike.

Pike.

He's a thug. He's a cartoon character.
Come on.

Hannibal, we have been ordered,
ordered, mind you,

to stay out of Baghdad.

-Cut, dried, the end.
-General,

we should find him
a little wiggle room, don't you think?

You know, I knew another Lynch,
a CIA stooge.

Stationed in Laos, '68.

-No relation.
-Are you sure?

because you remind me of him.

I am due in Kabul in a few hours.

I will be back here in 48.
I am assuming we're green and go.

Notify me otherwise.

He's wearing body armor in the HQ.

And that should tell you everything
you need to know about the CIA.

Now, I want you to know
this is not about you losing a step.

I want you to know that.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I am 10 times the man I was
when you met me.

And twice as fast.

Russ,

the boys and I can get this done,
minus the bloodshed.

Those plates can do all kinds of damage.

Don't make me beg.

I'd hate to see you beg, Hannibal.

You have been my friend for a long time.

More importantly,

you and those boys have possibly been

the most valuable m*llitary asset
I have ever had at my disposal.

Now, you asked me not to make you beg.

Right now, I am begging you.

Hannibal, please, let this one go.

Listen, B.A.,
we're extending our stay a little bit.

We're going back into Baghdad.

I thought we was ordered
to stay out of Baghdad.

-That's true, but I am...
-Smith.

-Pike.
-I understand you and your grunts

are now stealing my gigs.
I don't like that.

I figured you Black Forest guys
would be busy

installing a dictatorship
or overthrowing a democracy somewhere.

It's still the weekend, yet.
That's 9-to-5 stuff, pops.

Look at you clowns.

You're not soldiers.

You're assassins in polo shirts.

We will make in a week
what you guys make in a year.

Cash don't buy guts, kid,

or brains.

And you're short on both.

This is Morrison's base.
Bug out of my op.

Let me see,
we got one medium t*nk left.

I am telling you,
there's a reason she came back.

Face, I told you, forget about her.

The levels of ambition on this woman...

I ain't stepping foot
in any type of aircraft, Hannibal.

No gliders, paper planes, ultra-lights.

You ever going to let me live that down?
No.

Mexico was a long time ago,
and I saved your life.

How about thanking me for not
whooping your ass at the hospital?

I was an Airborne Ranger until I met you.

And you chickened out just like...

-263 jumps.
-Just a thank-you would have been nice.

And one helicopter ride with you
screws it up.

Airborne Ranger with a fear of flying.
Like a punk.

B.A., for the last time,
nobody leaves the truck

once we take it over. Okay?

Staging, movement, action plan.

There's a nice read for you.

Hell, yeah, Hannibal.
This is it right here.

This is bat-sh*t insane.

-It's perfect.
-This is beyond nuts, boss.

It gets better.

B.A., you will need a piece of
contoured metal to make a skid plate.

Let's go, fool.

Murdock,
we will need a car battery, too.

See if the boys at Black Forest
can help us out.

Press credentials, we need them.

Hit the media tent
and see what's lying around.

Sorry, my friend, I see you have put

the South African microphone
at the bottom.

You can't always put the CNN on top.

Private, there are 2 mics.
I don't know if there is something...

I was a moving man in my
younger days

Murdock, we need a news camera.

See what you can do.

All right, sorry. Sorry.

Hello. I am...

I am in love with you.

Listen,
we're doing a preliminary poll of...

What are we talking about?
Of the pull-out.

We're going to need airbags,
lots of them.

-What bureau are you with, darling?
-Le Monde.

Are you French?

Hello, this is General Parker.
I need...

Okay. It's for you.

Hey, fool, you need to call
an air strike on yourself.

-We're good, mate. I will meet you.
-No, I think we need to get going now.

You need to understand
what I am telling you right now.

B.A., we're going to need a magnet.

-Yeah.
-A powerful one.

You ever seen Blue Man Group?

I will pick up the rest.

I am just going to go for it.

What would you give for one chance

to come back here and tell our enemies

that they may take our lives,

but they will never take our freedom.

Ready to go downtown?

Good luck tomorrow.

-Thank you.
-Give them hell.

General Morrison,
where is Hannibal Smith?

They go mobile in 3 hours.

The plates and over a
billion dollars

will be loaded into the back
of a semi at the mint.

They're overland for exactly
4.6 miles before they reach the bridge.

That's our window, and it closes fast.

These guys will go weapons hot
at the first whisper of trouble.

Face, your point of entry
is under the hotel.

It will be packed with foreign press
and private security.

B.A., you're in this alleyway
on a stopwatch.

Make sure the bike
has V-twins or better.

I got something
a whole lot better than that.

-Bam.
-What about me, boss man?

I had a little helicopter here someplace.

You got some barrel rolls?
Some mid-air stalls?

I am looking for my next
near-death experience.

Only air support this time, Captain,

but I will get you in on the next one.
I promise.

B.A., I need you
to pop that clutch at 0630.

Is that me?

No, I forgot. I am in an Iraqi sewer.
Thanks, boss.

Timing is everything, Face.

This is all about the bull's-eyes.

Why not?

From under the semi, you will take out
the truck directly behind you.

Now, these guys are
going to be onto you, Face.

B.A., that's your cue for throttle.

Be sure to look both ways
before crossing.

And have a nice full t*nk of gas.

You will have
multiple hostiles on board, B.A.

Escort them from the premises.

If any stragglers sneak up behind,
don't worry, I got your back.

Gotcha, kid.

Attaboy.

That's all fine in theory, but I still
don't see how we get out of Baghdad.

I do.

B.A.. Hang a right.

All right. Hang on.

-Watch out. Watch out.
-Heads down.

Nice one, B.A..

Face, get the airbags.

got to make sure
this thing stays locked for later.

Beautiful.

1, 2, 3.

Hey, boss, airbags do deploy
on impact, right?

B.A., get in the container.

Contact, rear.

sh*t.

See, this is the part of the plan
I don't trust.

Don't worry, Face. The rope will hold.

If I was worried, I'd be nailing myself
to the container right now.

Hang on, boys.

Come on. I smoked you.

You boys see that down there?

Murdock? What is that fool doing here?

Don't lock me in here.
I ain't playing with you all.

Hey, boss, you ever play
that game at the fun fair

where you try to pick up
a stuffed animal with the claw?

This is a lot like that.

That's it.

Did you lock this?

You locked it, didn't you?

Hannibal, open this door right now, man.

What the... Are you hooking this thing?

-You hooking this up to a helicopter?
-I got you.

What the hell's going on?
You ain't that crazy.

Tell me we ain't flying.
I am going to k*ll you, fool.

-Boss, is that Bosco?
-Get me out of here.

-That's not good.
-Let me out of here.

That's not good. He is not happy.

Russ, we are in the net.

Copy that. I will be there in 5.

I have got a big bottle
of Blue Label waiting.

A bottle? Make it a case, Scrooge.

See you in a few.

Who's going to let him out?

-You.
-You.

What you don't realize is,
now I got to k*ll all of you all.

I will k*ll all of you all.
Hannibal first, then Murdock.

-Boss man.
-I am going to save Face for last.

-Let me try something.
-Go for it.

Is it weird that I am more scared now
than what we just did?

Bosco, it's Murdock.

Murdock, open this door.

I will make you some of that
coconut-curry tapenade that you love.

That might work.

With toast points?

Hell, yeah, with toast points.
What, you're going to have that

-with plain old chips?
-Let's do this.

-Damn. You tricked me.
-There he is.

-There he is.
-I hate that.

-Come on.
-Get away from me, man.

The only reason I don't kick you all
asses is because you all outrank me.

You should know better.
You know I hate flying.

-I am wet. I stink.
-Yeah.

And I can't spend none of that money.

-Money can't buy happiness.
-Damn, man.

Hey, Murdock, you cooking tonight.
You better get your apron on.

I love it when a plan comes together.

-Hannibal, who was that?
-General?

-Is that the General?
-Russ.

-Get there. Get in there.
-General.

-Russ.
-General.

General.

Jesus Christ.

Pike.

Contact rear.

Get in there.

Get there, get there.

After conferring,
we have decided to demote you

to the rank of First Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Sosa,
it's nothing personal,

but you lost those plates.

Those were your responsibility.

Consider yourself lucky.

Others are going to prison over this.

Good day, Director McCready.

Lieutenant, you're dismissed.

Colonel Smith,
this court has been unable to recover

any direct order from General Morrison
for you to conduct the mission

for which you're being tried.

Your Honor,
this was a covert operation

and no official orders were given.

So the one individual who can verify

the legitimacy of this operation
is deceased. Is that correct, Colonel?

No, Your Honor, not deceased.

General Morrison was m*rder*d.

Colonel, I have been around a long time.

I have seen units like yours.
They're outlaws.

Units like that pose a direct thr*at

to the fabric and fundamentals
of our m*llitary.

Your Honors, why hasn't Black Forest
been brought to trial?

Black Forest and its personnel are
not subject to m*llitary jurisdiction.

Where's the plan, boss?
Where is it?

Where's the escape hatch?
Because I don't see it.

-This mission isn't over, Lieutenant.
-What mission?

I clear our names.
We find Pike and the plates.

No matter what.

Your Honors, these men were acting
under my command.

Any judgment should be levied
against me, and me alone.

Absolutely not, sir.

We were all participating
in this operation willingly.

I don't want to be tried separately.

I refuse to be tried separately, sir.

In accordance with
the Uniform Code of m*llitary Justice,

this court is rendering guilty verdicts

for each member of this Alpha Unit,
or A-Team,

and mandating incarceration
in separate maximum-security facilities

for a period of up to 10 years.

You're all hereby stripped of formal rank

and dishonorably discharged.

This is bullshit, man.

This session is adjourned.

Disgraceful.

-Do not touch me, okay?
-Captain, stand down.

Order. Order.

Absolute disgrace.

You happy? Are you happy, Charissa?

Colonel, control your men.

-Get your hands off me.
-This is a disgrace.

Well, hello, Mr. Lynch.
Long time.

You look very relaxed, Lynch.

A lot of cameras in here.

Yeah, there are.

Yeah, well, they seem to be having
some technical issues at the moment.

May not show up till playback.

Hannibal. Can I call you Hannibal?

I can't call you Colonel anymore.

6 months.

Been waiting for you to bust out of here

and round up the rest
of the Backstreet Boys

and lead me to those plates.

6 months and not a peep.

Everybody thought you and your team
were working with Pike.

Everybody except you.

Pike m*rder*d Morrison. Set me
and my boys up and stole those plates.

And I know where he is.

Nobody knows where he is.

It's a single image of him.

Taken about a month ago,
somewhere in Europe.

We think it's a grab from a CCTV camera.

Frankfurt, Germany.

How did you get that in here?

Time, Lynch.

Give me a minute and I am good.

If I have got an hour, I am great.

You give me 6 months, I am unbeatable.

I know Pike.

Who's the Arab?

We don't know.

We think he's the deep, dark,
hidden hand in this whole thing.

Maybe a broker, maybe a buyer.

Lynch, we have common enemies

and you have limited choices.

My team is still your best sh*t
at getting those plates back.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Then why did you make
the long drive out here?

You and your boys at Langley
want your own private printing press.

That's about as deep
as your patriotism goes.

So, what would you need from me?

I swore to my team
that I would clear our names.

You of all people must understand
the value of a name.

Now, listen.

I want full reinstatement
and clean records

for myself and my team.

I can't get you out of here.

Not legally, at least.

This is something the boys at Langley
do very, very well.

Make sure the dosage is right.

And when I say right, I mean perfect.

(I have BEEN LONELY FOR SO LONG)

Don't seem like
happiness will come along

Cuban. What a shame.

Everybody's throwing
rocks in my bed

Just can't seem to
get ahead in life

Nothing I do ever turn out right

Won't somebody help me, please?

because I have been
lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness
will come along

I have been lonely...

You are not permitted

in my dojo.

So, Satan walks into this bar...

Wait a minute.
What's this, a lap pool?

A dry steam room?

Yeah,
it will go a long way with the boys.

How in the hell do you pull this off?

It's not who you know, Bob,
it's how you know them.

Did your boy get back
from Afghanistan?

Yeah. Thanks for getting him home.
His mother and I are real grateful.

-Captain.
-Hey.

You left something on the bed.

-Could have hid those.
-Why would I want to do that?

You drive me crazy.
I will see you at 8:00.

Hey, LT, thanks for the boots.

Come on. It's my pleasure, baby.

Smith has escaped, Lieutenant.

Let me go after him.

Smith and his team were working
with Brock Pike and Black Forest.

I can get those
plates back for you, sir.

You know I can.

Holla what? Holla who?

Holla me.

Hey.

Hey. Let me out. Hey, hey.

You are really tan.

Seal that up, nobody goes in there.

Log-in pages from the day in question
have been removed.

-Why does that not surprise me?
-Torn out.

The cigar was in the spine of that book.

-Subtle.
-Now, get this.

This is surveillance
from all around the prison, right?

What you're watching is a signal jammer.

It's high tech stuff. It sends a
jamming signal in front of every camera.

Every time we might get
a glimpse of him, we see nothing.

Nobody knows who he is.

Which begs a bigger question.

Did the CIA visit Smith in prison?

This sounds kind of crazy,
but I think the CIA broke him out.

Who put us on?

The same guy that put us on in Baghdad.
Lynch, CIA.

What are we talking about?
Clean records? Reinstatements?

All of the above.

What about Pike and the plates?

Payback.

I take it you didn't get religion inside.

No. I got revenge.

Good.

I know a couple of guys
that will feel the exact same way.

I am counting on it.

Emergency exit now.

Hannibal.

Baracus, don't do it.

Where he going?
What's he doing, man?

Baracus. God damn it.

Sosa.

So Baracus and Peck
are already gone.

-What? sh*t.
-Murdock's the only one left,

-and he's in Germany.
-Right.

How did you know that once that door
was extracted

-that it would take his weight?
-I just did. He's...

-You know, he's what, 225, 230 pounds?
-230. Yeah.

Remember the gag we did
in Venezuela 7 years ago?

Venezuela. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But that was a midget.

Yeah, I wouldn't go for that.

-Hey, big guy. There he is.
-Yeah. He's back.

-Yeah, it's good to be back.
-Come on.

-It's good to be back.
-My man.

-It's good to see you, bud.
-You, too, bro. You, too.

-Thanks.
-You look well.

It's good to see you guys.

-What?
-Where's the Mohawk?

What, you don't like my new do, man?

Do I like it? Well, we got you
the clippers. I thought...

Yeah, I used them.

Hey. What's up, big guy?

Come on, you can speak to us.

Guys...

I can't k*ll anybody.

-What do you mean?
-I have taken a vow.

-Vow?
-Of non-v*olence.

I will still do anything for you guys,
you know that.

But I just can't k*ll, man.

Old habits may die hard,

but they still got to die.

When I was a kid,
all you heard in the hood was,

"Bosco's a badass, out collecting scalps."

That's where the Mohawk came from.

Was always at w*r.

And that's what warriors are for.

Hannibal, man. I don't miss that life.

I will help you get Murdock,
and right that wrong,

-but I can't k*ll.
-Even Pike?

Even if k*lling him
would clear your name?

My conscience is the only thing
I need clear.

Now, where's that crazy-ass fool?

Hey, Murdock, you got a package
from Annabelle Smith.

A movie in 3 dimensions.

It's so real.

Movie, movie, movie...

I knight you.

Sir, you have to put your head down.
Stand up and do it again.

When you kneel,
you put your head down straightaway.

Looking me in the eye is disrespectful.
Do you understand?

Movie, movie...

You're looking me in the eye now.
That's wrong.

Movie, movie, movie...

Movie. Movie.

Movie...

Excuse me, can I help you with something?

Yes. Captain Murdock, where is he?

-Right through there.
-Thank you.

El diablo.

Okay. Settle down.

No talking during the movie.

Down in front.

Look, it's 3D, man.

I am sick of 3D.

Captain Murdock.

You remember me from Baghdad?

Okay, this is pointless.
This guy is fried.

Yeah, there's a reason why he's in here.

And his entire team has escaped,
except him.

Movie.

Take a look around anyway.
Let's make sure he's alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Captain, your chariot awaits.

Sorry, boys, got to run.
Can't finish the movie.

Do let me know how it ends.

Charissa, where are you hiding?
Stay beautiful, baby.

-Punch it, B.A.
-Let's go, fool.

Get the truck.

She's actually sh**ting at us.

You guys should see these b*ll*ts in 3D.

Murdock, get in here.
It's like we're actually being sh*t at.

You are getting sh*t at,
you crazy-ass fool.

-Stop right there.
-Ram it.

Hey. I said halt.

Damn. Sorry, dude.

It looks like they're headed
for the tarmac.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

-Gentlemen.
-Holy sh*t, that's Hannibal Smith.

Are any of you armed
and/ or wanted federal fugitives?

-No.
-Well, we're both.

-Which means...
-This is a bad idea.

This is a bad idea.

Stop being a baby. You're a grown-ass
man. Get on the plane.

-You're taking the plane?
-And that's why I joined the Army.

We got to finish the escape.
Man up and get in there.

The best and brightest.
Appreciate it, boys. That will be all.

Who's got the keys?
I just need your keys.

What you talking about keys?
You don't need no keys for no plane.

-I do need keys.
-For what? This is a bad idea.

We just broke
this guy out of a psych ward.

Hannibal, you let the real pilots go.

-B.A., relax. You're going to be fine.
-Take one of these.

What is this? Will it knock me out?
It better knock me out,

because if it don't,
I am going to knock you out.

Bosco, the buttons are confusing me.

-Shut up, Murdock.
-Come on, Murdock. Let's go.

You going to fly this plane?
Forget it. I will turn myself in.

-What does this do?
-Come on.

-Come on, Murdock.
-I got lucky.

Hang on, boys.

Stop. Stop, stop.

Face, your girlfriend is back.

-Reverse now.
-Son of a bitch.

Move your ass now.

-The C-130 versus the Mercedes-Benz.
-Lift us off, Murdock.

-How about faster?
-Faster.

I am trying. I got it pinned.

My God.

Get us to flight control.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are expecting slight turbulence.

Please remain in your seats
until the captain has turned off

the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign.

Don't worry, boys. Turbulence has never
brought down a plane.

What the hell is that?

But we got inbound subsonic UAVs
with m*ssile lock.

And they bring down planes all the time.

Okay, they're coming in.
Launching countermeasures.

Did you see that? That's my diversion.

They die on this version.

Hang on. Hang on. Hold on.
We're going over.

Murdock, what the hell are you doing?

You boys remember Mexico?

Ladies and gentlemen,
from the flight deck,

if you look out of the right-hand side
of the aircraft, you will notice

that your right wing is on fire.

Tango reacquired.
m*ssile lock pending, sir.

Lieutenant Charissa Sosa, DCIS.
Major, do not sh**t that aircraft down.

Scramble fighters and force them to land.

There are federal fugitives on that plane.

They have also stolen property
from the U.S. Army.

Billy, Billy, I need you to get the
nose-cam view up here on my monitor now.

It's up, sir. Here it is.

m*ssile away, sir.

We have sh**t-down. Hercules has been
intercepted and destroyed.

Sorry, Lieutenant. I am sorry.

-I don't believe it.
-We have chute deployment on the Buford.

What?

I want these drones taken offline
right now.

-They're 3,000 miles away.
-Whoever is running those drones.

Get me a direct line
to whoever is running those drones.

We got to get these drones to stand down
or I am going to be on bitch duty.

I need to get those men alive.

Everybody okay?

What are the chances
they think we're dead?

Not great.

-Tell me we ain't still on that plane.
-We ain't on that plane.

-Hannibal.
-Yeah?

If we're under 20,000 feet,
we can still breathe, right?

What are you talking about, 20,000 feet?

-Let's fire up the old weapons system.
-What the hell, man?

Hey, Bosco, a little stuffy.
I am going to pop a window.

Yeah.

What you got, b*tches? What you got?

Yeah.

Let me have a turn, Face. Come on.

-Why are we in a falling t*nk?
-Because the plane exploded.

What... What? When?

Recently.

-The Reapers sh*t it down.
-What Reapers?

The same ones
that are still trying to k*ll us.

-I blame you, Hannibal.
-Technically, we're not flying.

I know. Because we're falling, fool.

Jesus.

UAV-2 has splashed down.
We just lost one of the drones.

Hannibal, we're in trouble.

Brace yourselves.

Awesome.

Face, get on to the main g*n.

There's a lake a half-mile away
from this position.

-What the hell am I trying to hit?
-Trust me.

-Rotate the turret 82 degrees.
-Fire in the hole.

-Fire.
-Boom.

Fire.

Are they trying to sh**t down
that other drone?

No. They're trying to fly that t*nk.

-He's flying the t*nk.
-You can't fly a t*nk, fool.

-Rotate 16 degrees.
-Got it.

Fire.

Rotate 34 degrees now.

-Hannibal...
-Wait...

Fire.

-Control, we have lost...
-Is that a confirmed hit?

Bring turret full-front and wait.

Murdock. Close the hatch.

Hatch, okay. Did that work?
Did that work?

-Boss.
-Come on, baby.

-Come on.
-Hatch control?

I am too young to die.

Boss. I am aiming at nothing.

Come on.

-It's been an honor, gentlemen.
-Come on, baby.

The greatest ride is the last ride,
Colonel.

-Fire everything.
-Come on, baby.

Get right with God, you all.
This is it. Come on.

It's not fair to the fish.

You're cheating.

You with your nagging...

you're chasing them away.

All right. Busy bees, busy bees.

Guys, you can take your coats off.
Hot as hell in here.

I am sweating like a whore in church.

-Sir.
-Yeah?

Smith and his team were engaged
in a C-130 over Mannheim, Germany,

by 2 Reaper drones.

I am not sure if it's an
encryption glitch,

but it says
that they were sh*t down in a t*nk.

NORAD's calling it an X-out,
but there is a conflicting report.

I am sure there is.

I have got a German Hausfrau
who says she saw a t*nk

drive up and out of Lake Wolgastsee
with a guy resembling Murdock...

Excuse me, which way to Berlin?

-asking for directions to Berlin.
-That's impossible.

Well, this will be the second time
Smith has d*ed this week.

Is that possible?

-What have you got for me?
-Look at this.

We just got the unscrambled composite
of Smith's visitor in prison,

but with no ID on the subject yet.

Hello, handsome.

Wait, I have seen this person before.

I know this guy.

Baghdad.

Get me a clean patch to Langley.
We're going fishing.

I barely even heard about it.

I mean, I heard bits and pieces of it,
but how much of that was us?

-So, I have a...
-I was talking.

-It's never us.
-Can you stop?

I have a DOD hardline
from Lieutenant Sosa.

She's looking for Agent Lynch.

He's not available, ever.

Agent Lynch, from Baghdad?

General Morrison's tent?

Out.

Why do we have her?

She's got a fantastic personality.
That's why.

With whom am I speaking?

This is Lieutenant Sosa.
Is this Agent Lynch?

I am sorry, I don't have a first name.

Neither do I.
So, what can I do you for, Lieutenant?

I am looking at an image of you

from the disciplinary barracks
at Fort Carson.

She's hot.

Did you visit
former Colonel Hannibal Smith in prison?

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

Agent Lynch,
if you facilitated Smith's escape

and are currently aiding and
abetting him...

Buddy.

If you can make something
like that stick,

your next promotion
should be in the 5-star range.

And if you're helping to retrieve
those engraving plates,

I am going to have to go out of
my way to disappoint you.

I want her phones, her computers,
any support packages she operates.

I want to know everything. I want active
intercept taps on everything she's got.

I want every move monitored
from this moment forward.

You realize she's DOD.

I don't care if she's G-O-D. Do it.

Boss, check this out.

We have tracked this photograph of Pike
to the Konigsbank in Frankfurt.

Our surveillance
has him and an unknown Arab

making regular trips
from the train station to the bank

all over the last month.

-Pike's getting sloppy.
-Yeah, but if we're onto him,

what are the odds that Smith and his team
are onto Pike and the Arab, too?

No, no, this is a direct pull-down

from the Pentagon's database.

There's absolutely no way Smith
and his team could have this stuff.

I think we should assume they have
more information than us at all times.

Pike has been moving
the stolen engraving plates

to the Konigsbank Tower in Frankfurt
over the past month.

Tomorrow, the last of the cases
containing these plates

will be transferred to the Arab.

This will mark the only time
in the last 6 months

that all of the plates
have been in one location.

It's our best and only sh*t
at getting them back.

They leave the Konigsbank Tower
for the 7:15 train to Zurich.

Gentlemen, we're going to make sure
they miss that train.

-Face?
-Yeah.

Time to bring in your former flame.

If she's as good as I think,

FRANKFURT CENTRAL STATION

then she will be on her way to
Frankfurt to intercept those plates.

-Why would you tip her off?
-She's a crusader,

and we're going to need her teed up
at some point.

Keep your eyes and ears open, boys.

Charissa Sosa...

Charissa Sosa...

Now the wrinkle.

If Sosa's onto us,
we can assume that Lynch is onto her.

And if he thinks she stands
between him and those plates,

he won't hesitate to k*ll her.

Face, get to the train station.

This is Sosa.

If there's a thr*at from Lynch,
deal with it.

Hello?

sh**t is green.
Say again, sh**t is green.

Hello?

Something's wrong.

We're marked, guys. Pull back.
I don't like this at all.

See. Don't be seen.

-Hello, beautiful.
-You have got some balls.

-You put a drop phone on me?
-I had to, babe.

It's the only way I could talk to you.
Lynch has all your comm lines.

-I want you to pull your team now.
-I am going to find you, Face.

But do not engage her
or anyone else directly.

Not if I find you first.

Come on, all right... Okay. Okay.

Jesus.

-What the hell are you doing?
-Trying to save you.

Charissa.

Come on, you know we're innocent.
You know this.

You're lying. Like you lied in Baghdad.

I did not know.
I knew nothing about the plates.

At that... At that time.

You are completely full of sh*t.

Will you stop selling yourself on that

and avoiding the fact that
you lied to me.

-You're the one that misled me.
-When?

-Come on. You want to go there?
-Yeah, let's go there.

You heard I was a player
and you wanted to play.

And then I got serious and you freaked.

-I freaked? I did not freak.
-Yes, you did.

You panicked and you ran.

Charissa, come on.

I am a federal fugitive.
You know exactly how wanted I am.

You think I came to Frankfurt
to hash out some old heartbreak? No.

I am here because we didn't do this.
I am here because we were set up.

I am here because, in the end,
the truth is worth the risk.

And I believe in you,
even if you don't believe in me.

God, I forgot how beautiful you are.

Hold on to that phone.

MY GOD.

HE'S GOT A g*n.

RIGHT THERE. HE'S GOT A g*n.

A g*n.

Sucker.

-sh*t.
-Where's Peck?

Excellent question. Find him.

Please stay calm
and go to the nearest exit.

Okay, let's dance.

Coming down. Positions, prepare to move.

As always, stay close to me, sir.

I can't see anything.

How we doing there, big man?

Murdock, here comes the Arab.

And here's a long drive hit deep
into left center field.

Murdock's back, he's at the wall,
and he makes the catch.

I can't breathe.

B.A., I lost the case.

I am taking fire.
I am out of here.

B.A., get to those plates.

Deutsche Federal is responding
to explosions and sh*ts fired

-at the Konigsbank building.
-Get us out of this mess and get us

-to that building as soon as possible.
-Yes, ma'am.

You made me work for this one, Baracus.

I didn't think I was this out of shape.

I am, unfortunately.

Where's the rest of the team?

Smith. Peck. That idiot pilot,
the assh*le. What's his name?

I am going to take this one out of your
ass, Baracus. Let's see what you got.

Come on. What are you doing?
What, are you tired?

I am not going to hurt you, man.

No, you're not going to hurt me,
I am going to hurt you.

-I don't want to k*ll you, man.
-You don't want to k*ll me?

You're not going to k*ll me.
I am going to k*ll you, Baracus.

I am not playing with you, Pike.

Here we go, because I got 2 g*ns.
I am a lefty, remember that, right?

So, as soon as
that hammer goes back, it's on.

I swear to God, I will do it.

You're not a coward, are you?

Are you?

-Whoopsie.
-Damn.

-Need a ride, big fella?
-You're a life-saver, man.

I couldn't sh**t him.

Get out of the way. Get down.
Get down.

U.S. m*llitary. Put them down...

This is U.S. m*llitary. We got him.

Yeah, this is about
the right amount of cops.

That's cute.
You're lucky there are people around.

No, sweetheart, you're lucky.

All right. Not a peep out of the Arab.

Sosa was at the train station.

-You saw her?
-Yeah.

Did you talk to her?

I had no choice, okay?
Just trust me on that.

I trust you
to make historically bad decisions

where women are concerned.

What part of you
is thinking at the moment?

Lynch's men moved in on her
and I had to react.

Please. Somehow I doubt that.

Hey. What are you so pissed about?
We got the plates.

You wanted her teed up. She's teed up.

She knows we didn't steal them.

She will be thrilled to find out who did.

What?

You had to know.

You had to know.

You had to know if you left me alive,
that this was coming.

How could you not?

Hannibal. You know who this is?

We all do.

Morrison?

Hell, no.

Jesus Christ.

Not so sure that it is a blessing,
but good hunting, my friend.

Thank you.

You son of a bitch.

Morrison? Holy sh*t.

Outside.

All of you, outside now.

I knew if Lynch helped me escape,
you had to be part of it.

You and Pike were making a play
on those plates with Lynch,

and you turned on him.

The way you turned on us.

Lynch was never going to cut us in.

He was going to use us.

He brought you on as insurance.

He never thought you'd betray
your oldest living friend.

I just hit first, Hannibal.
I am a fighting man.

You're a liar and a traitor.

You knew Morrison
was masquerading as the Arab.

-Why not share that?
-I wasn't 100% sure.

How about 99%?

Would you think
it was worth mentioning then?

Lynch, what did you think?

You think I'd just k*ll
him on the spot?

I was certain of it. I still am.

Do you have the plates?

I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't.

Smith, return the plates, k*ll Morrison,
and reclaim your lives.

I want signed and authorized
amnesty agreements

for myself and for each of my men.

From the White House,
the State Department

and the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

You hear me?

I am going to need a little more time.

How much?

Give me 5 minutes.

I am waiting.

Do you have the plates?

I wouldn't be
calling you if I didn't.

Smith, return the plates,

k*ll Morrison,
and reclaim your lives.

I saw your tomb at Arlington.

You d*ed a national hero.

Death's too easy.

And the last thing we need now
is another lie.

Don't do this. Hannibal, please.
You owe me that much.

You owe me.

You're going to tell them we're innocent.

You owe me.

Hannibal, it's meaningless.

What are you fighting for now,
you and those boys?

Your ranks? Your reputations?

They're sh*t.

You're convicts.

Plates, no plates,
you are federal fugitives,

and when they're done with you,
Hannibal, they just burn you.

Zulu one, Zulu one, this is Broadsword,
you're clear to engage.

"Broadsword."
Did you come up with that?

That's awesome. "Broadsword."

"Broadsword."

Boss, could you do that?

To us?

What Morrison did?

No. I'd rather face a f*ring squad
than betray you boys.

Yeah,
but you didn't see it coming, though.

No. I...

I didn't see it coming.

Move.

That's awesome.

That looks exactly like Call of Duty,
doesn't it?

All right. Here's the deal.
No press release.

Keep local law enforcement
and media off-site.

Get a 3-mile cordon,
ditto the no-fly zone.

Get an agency scrub team out there
and get me the g*dd*mn plates back.

The German police have your entire team
in custody in the Konigsbank Tower.

I don't do teams, babe. That's
Smith's bag. I am strictly a solo act.

I like to travel light.

Stuff like loyalty doesn't fit
in the overhead bins.

I thought you and Smith
were working together.

You thought wrong.

Yes, we have weapons.
No, you may not wand us.

If you want to deal,
we can deal.

How about
I dedicate my immediate future

to destroying yours?

How about you get smart and
start dealing

before somebody else does?

Former Captain.

Hey...

Unless you have got a piece of paper
that looks exactly like this one,

then this troubled young loner
belongs to me.

Let's go.

How the hell
did they get an extradition order?

Sorry, Pike.
At least with me, there are rules.

CIA's got rules.
Our rules are just cooler than yours.

-Go.
-You know, Lynch,

if I could seal this room with you inside,
I'd be doing the world a big favor.

That's not nice.

Lynch? Had to be.

Stay close to the fires, boys.

If that gunship is still around,
it won't read our body heat.

That idiot Lynch, so quick to k*ll us,
didn't even bother locating the plates.

Where do we stand on
the non-v*olence now, B.A.

You pissed? You should be.

Who gives a sh*t about the plates?
Morrison was the only way to clear us.

And without Morrison, we got nothing.

-What do we do, boss?
-I don't know, Murdock.

-I don't know.
-I do.

This guy Lynch,
I think I got him figured out.

-You got a plan, kid?
-How do we get out of here?

Give me 20 minutes.

So, Morrison's dead.
Smith and his team are dead.

Another 15 minutes or so,
we locate those engraving plates.

What is this? Are you gloating?

No, this is me b*ating you
after you b*rned me.

-We had a deal, remember?
-Not you and me.

-You, me and Morrison.
-Not you and me, directly.

And you two collude and cut me out.

Hey. What are you doing? In the car?

Are we doing...
Are we going to do this in the car?

-You doing this?
-He's going to do it.

Way to go.
That's brilliant, right there.

What are you doing? What is he doing?

-Jesus.
-How's it going, Kyle?

-You all right?
-I am good.

Brother, you are far from good.
What are you doing?

It's a European sil*ncer.

It's a suppressor. Counter-clockwise.
You're holding a g*n like that?

You have held a g*n like that before
and you're still here?

That's amazing.

-Don't point that thing...
-Jesus. Final request,

don't let this guy sh**t me, please.

So, if Sosa knows we're alive...

She will believe Morrison
is alive, too.

Let's just hope that Lynch
still has Sosa's comm lines.

This is Sosa.

General Morrison
is in my possession.

What? I am sorry.
I can't hear you. Who is this?

-Okay, this was not well thought out.
-No sh*t.

I mean, look at this.
Am I to teach you how to k*ll me?

Hey, do me a favor, all right?
Put the barrel...

Put the g*n flush to my head.

-Are you sure?
-There you go, right there.

-Is that going to go through?
-Before you hurt somebody besides me.

There you go. We're okay.

Never cuff a man in a seated position
with his hands behind his back.

Makes it impossible to see the hands.

That was cool.

-You like that?
-I like that.

I like that a lot.

Are you all right, you idiot?

-Yeah. It was a good hit.
-Please handcuff him.

We don't need to use them again.
We don't need the cuffs.

Who are you talking to?

-Brad, phone or g*n.
-Jesus.

-Phone or g*n. Pick.
-Hey, hey.

-Put the g*n down.
-Hey, I didn't burn you. Morrison did.

I really want to sh**t you.

You got to hear this, sir.

Is this Smith?

From a former colonel
to a former captain,

I know I have got about 30 seconds
before you lock this signal.

-So listen, we can prove our innocence.
-Leave that on the floor like that?

Okay. All right. Now, go back.

Did you say you have Morrison?
You have General Morrison?

-Correct.
-You have him alive?

And well, despite Lynch
trying to wipe us out wholesale.

Too much to explain now
but Morrison's testimony frees us

and fries Lynch.

Well, not without the plates.

Also in my possession.

Remember, Lynch thinks we're dead,
and I want to keep it that way.

-All right. We will deal.
-Give me a pen.

-Where and when?
-Got a pen? Anybody got a pen?

-LA docks, 48 hours, dawn.
-You still use a pen?

I deliver Morrison and the plates.

In return, I want a retrial
in front of a civilian court.

All right. We will deal.

LA docks, 48 hours from now.

Any bullshit from your end,
and that's it, deal's off.

-Did we get him?
-No.

Pike.

You believe in second chances?

I do now.

Too much?

I thought you were spot-on.

My turn.

Hold on to that phone.

This is Sosa.

Hello, beautiful.

Thank you.

They got the raw end of the deal,
didn't they? Look at B.A.

He looks like a huge banana.

Good morning, my friend.

Good morning.

Rabbi Binky Rabinowitz?

What passport did I give you?

You're from Tanzania.
My mother is from Tanzania.

-sh*t.
-What the hell happened?

-converting Africans to Judaism.
-This is station 6...

Stuff like that.

Let's get ready to move.
There's 3 to my right.

There's 2 behind me
and one at the northeast exit.

Wait a sec.

Shalom.

-What's he doing?
-It's Murdock. Telling his life story.

There is a God.

-You speak Swahili?
-You don't?

You got enough to work with, kid?

We will.

You and I have some major favors
moving across the mid-Atlantic right now.

It's a deep-sea freighter,
shipping strictly black-market merch.

How do we get out to her?

A boat. A plain old boat.

This is what I am talking about, Murdock.
Traveling the open seas in style.

This is the way I like to travel.
Classy-like. The way people used to, safe.

-Yeah...
-We don't need a plane.

You know, Bosco, hopefully one day
we will get you over your fear of flying.

What?

Hey, that ain't a boat.

Just not today.

Murdock, don't you remember what I said?

-I said you have to catch him...
-You have to catch him...

-after you inject him.
-after you inject him.

My bad.

Damn it. My head, man.

-Coconut-curry tapenade, your favorite.
-Give me that, fool.

You get them toast points?

Voil?. Toast points.

You all knocked me out again?

Okay, now, the whole injection,
knocking out,

Hannibal and Face.

The curry tapenade, Murdock.

Why do I feel like I fell on my face?

Tell me that.

Lynch is a paradox.

Murdock, you done with that?

This is a guy who needs anonymity,
but he loves theatricality.

He's an administrator,
he's not an operator.

Where is it?

Very nice.

So he stays as far away
from the point of impact as possible,

and never gets his hands dirty
if he can help it.

But we're going to change all that.

You can't hustle a hustler, fool.

No sparks, no flames,
not even a flashlight near this stuff.

Easy, easy.

This guy is never
at the flashpoint of anything.

He's safe and sound somewhere,
pulling the strings.

Mama. Mama.

Hey, boss. Why so many
of these damn things anyway?

Because overkill is underrated, my friend.

So we're going to bring this guy
down to ground level.

Mama. Mama.

This way, Lynch. Lynch.

The last place he'd ever want to be.

Then you put him on display
for the whole world to see.

Any questions?

What's up, boss man?

Hey, B.A.

It's going to get heavy, isn't it?

Well, I can't promise you it won't.

Let me read you something real quick.

"Victory attained by v*olence
is tantamount to defeat,

"for it is momentary."

Gandhi.

"It is better to be violent
if there is v*olence in our hearts,

"than to put on the cloak of non-v*olence
to cover impotence."

Who said that?

Same guy.

Gandhi wasn't afraid to fight
for the things he believed in.

What is it you believe in, B.A.

What's wrong?

I don't know, man.
I am just thinking past this.

You know, we have always come back alive,

the 4 of us, because of the old man.

-I know.
-I am not him.

Face, I know this.

Murdock, I am not Hannibal.

Who has the most to lose on this, Face?

Me.

And I trust you.

Yeah, I know,

but you're crazy.

Not that crazy.

Our eagles may have landed.

Everybody ready to roll?

Copy. Team 1 on the move.

Acknowledged. Team 2 en route.

All right, guys, everybody ready?

Curtain's about to come up.

Show time.

That's Smith right there. Watch him.

Ground team is in position?

Standing by.

In position.

sh**t Team 1. Affirmative.

Spotter One. 10-8.

Let's chattermark on comms for now.

Morrison's the primary tango.
Plates are the package.

Yeah.

Okay, he's talking to Sosa.
I want this call.

You lied to me, Sosa. We had a deal.

I want that g*dd*mn call in my...
Thank you.

We had a deal,
but I am changing the deal.

Are you kidding me, Sosa?
Are you kidding me?

This is a complicated exchange
and you have no play here.

Listen, or remain at-large fugitives

-for the foreseeable future.
-No. No, no.

For God sakes,
I have got Morrison here and the plates.

I am exposed, Sosa. Exposed.

We're not doing this on the docks.

Now listen to me,
we're not turning ourselves in.

Now you listen to me,
we're not turning ourselves in.

I need you to do it on my terms
or nothing at all.

To hell with that,
and to hell with you, Sosa.

She b*rned him.

Face, B.A., we're bugging out.
Sosa's jammed us.

Murdock, get the chopper down here in 10.

Okay, he's moving him.

You got him? He's moving him.

For the love of God, relax.

I am relaxed. He's moving him.

Don't do this. Hannibal, please.

-That's Morrison, right there. Take him.
-Wait, does he have the plates?

Smith has the plates. Go now.

-Take him, he's right there. k*ll him.
-I have got Morrison, taking a sh*t.

A little too close for comfort, kid.

What just happened?

What the hell is he doing?

Where are they?
Somebody talk to me.

Come on,
did that thing crush them or what?

This was a hell of a lot easier
when it was just 3 plastic cups.

Everybody just be cool. Pay attention.
No hasty moves.

So, you b*at a guy like Lynch
by drawing him in with 3 things.

What the hell are they doing?

Distraction.

What is happening?

Diversion.

This is a diversion.
Stay eagle on those containers.

They're breaking for the exits.
Open fire.

Do not engage. Back off.

Ground teams, engage.

Holy sh*t.

Ground team, re-engage.

You are being played by Smith.

He's trying to draw your eye line,
Lynch. Come on, be smart.

Take them. Take them.
Take them. Take them.

Contact. Tower house and bow.
It's Peck and Baracus.

And division.

It's a trap. Pull back. Pull back.

-Get the hell out of there.
-No, no, no.

What is happening? What is going on?

Nice one, kid.

It's Peck and Baracus.

-sh**t them.
-Shut up. I know what I am doing.

Okay, paintballers, time to go pro.

B.A., get to your secondary position.

Okay. Game-changer.

Here's what I think of
your best-laid plans.

sh*t.

Jesus Christ.

So much for the grand scheme, Smith.

What the hell was that?

Face, what the hell was that?

Pike hit the ship with a SMAW.
He punched a hole in the hull.

What about the plan?

Pike just blew up the plan.
We are ad-libbing.

Bosco, get out of there.

I am going for Hannibal.

Cover me. I am going for those plates.
Yes, sir.

The boat is going over.
Get out of there.

Bos, hang on.

Jeez.

sh*t.

Bosco, Pike's got the high ground.
I am running low on a*mo, man.

sh*t.

How are you doing, handsome?

sh*t, can you cycle that w*apon.
Nice work.

Jeez, close friends and b*ll*ts.

Where are they when you need them?

Don't take this too personally,
but look here,

smile, wait for the flash.

Baracus.

Bosco.

Lynch.

Lynch.

Lynch.

Come on, Lynch.

Lynch.

Come on, Smith. Stop bullshitting.

Lynch. Come on, Lynch.

Lynch...

Where am I?

Come on, Lynch.

Lynch.

Where am I, Lynch?

Come on, Lynch.

Lynch, Lynch, Lynch...

Lynch.

There you are, Hannibal.
Been looking all over for you.

Hey, don't let the scarf fool you.

My muay Thai is pretty good.
My jujitsu is a little better, but...

You had this whole sleight-of-hand
thing going with the containers

and the cars, and the fireworks.
"Lynch, Lynch, Lynch."

God, that's annoying.
But you give Pike a rocket.

There's your monkey wrench.

Hannibal, don't do this.

You know, Smith, you could have
the best recipe in the world...

-You owe me that much.
-but you drop a few b*ll*ts

-into the batter...
-Hannibal, don't do this.

-Lynch, no.
-Hannibal, please.

God.

And that cake don't bake.

Your witness, your g*n,
your problem.

You served your country well.
Excuse me.

Hello, Ben,
where have you been all my life?

Look at us, Hannibal.
Couple of grown men.

I am bleeding. You're bleeding.

Don't get up.

God damn it.

Your muay Thai is as bad
as your jujitsu, Lynch.

Better stick with a g*n.

You put a loaded w*apon in my hand,
I will put a b*llet in your head.

I told you I would sh**t you.

Kevlar saved your life.

Thing is, it doesn't do much good
if I pop you in the head.

It does if you melt it down.

Hannibal, don't do this.

-Hannibal, please.
-So, you b*at a guy like that

by drawing him in with 3 things.

-Distraction.
-What is happening?

Diversion.

And division.

Hannibal, don't leave me alive.

Then you put him on display
for the whole world to see.

What the...

That's good.

Surprise.

Agent Burress.

What did you call me?

Agent Vance Burress?
Isn't that your name?

At least that's the name I have got
on this warrant here,

and unless you have a piece of paper
that looks exactly like...

No, that wouldn't help you either.

Easy, easy.

You're under arrest for attempted m*rder,

violations of the Civil False Claims Act,

and the theft of top secret
government engraving plates.

Easy.

I guess the plan went okay,

considering Pike did blow up the boat,
which I didn't account for at all.

b*ll*ts didn't go through.

Hannibal, don't do this.
Hannibal, please.

How are you feeling, man?

Not... Not good.

-What's wrong?
-Not good.

I feel sane.

I should have sh*t you in the head
a long time ago.

Okay, Agent Burress, that will be all.

Let's take him out of here, guys.
Go ahead, princess.

What's the difference between
a concussion and a contusion?

-It don't matter, bro. You tore up.
-Murdock, that was beautiful.

You were right. The helmet worked.

Ketchup worked great.

You did a great job. You okay?

-Yeah.
-Got your bell rung?

Just let Hannibal
make the plans next time.

-Okay.
-Okay?

How's the conscience, big guy?

At peace.

Keep it turning.

We already got them on the exits.

-We got a 2-mile no-fly zone here.
-Which one of you is Sosa?

-I am. I am.
-I need to talk to Sosa.

As of right now your prisoner
is to be remanded

-into federal custody.
-I have a warrant for this man.

-As of right now...
-I will tell you what... I am a doc.

Let me doctor you up.
Let me help you out.

Do you need stitches?
Please tell me you need stitches.

I can stitch you up really good.

Gentlemen.

The Central Intelligence Agency

believes in and evinces
a profound moral ethic,

as well as an unshakeable
professional standard.

As such, we would like to extend
our most sincere apologies

for what's happened here.

-Good day and God bless.
-Where are you taking him?

Who?

I never got your name.

My name is Lynch.

Of course it is.

Did he just say Lynch?

Let it go.

Hey. Do not touch him.

Take it easy, guys.

Everybody, stand down. Stand down.

-Get those plates.
-Everybody, stand down.

-That's an order. Hey, you, stand down.
-What is wrong with you?

Lieutenant.

Sir, when did you arrive?
I had no idea...

-Just give me a minute.
-Yes, sir.

Get your hands off me, tough guy.

Well, that's one hell of a mess.
But we did get the plates.

Unfortunately, I am going to have to charge
you all with escaping lawful custody.

What? Hannibal,
what is this guy talking about?

B.A., we were wrongly convicted, but
it's still illegal to break out of jail.

Director McCready, Smith and his team

were instrumental
in recovering those plates.

They're still level-10 federal fugitives
and I need that off my desk.

This is chickenshit, sir.

Yeah, well, you know what?
Perhaps for them, it is chickenshit,

but for you, Captain, we're re-promoting
you to your former rank.

So, look, they're going to be delivered

to the U.S. Marshals Service
here in Long Beach.

-And there should be a C-5 transport...
-I understand, but...

on the tarmac in half an hour.

-This needs to be done.
-This is really unfair, sir.

-This is bullshit.
-I am like Harry Houdini.

I chew through your cuffs.

-Get up. Step up. Get in there.
-Step up.

-Let's go. Get moving.
-Stop. Wait, stop.

-Move it.
-Wait.

-This is so wrong.
-It got a little aggressive.

-Don't worry about it.
-This is really, really wrong,

and I am going to do everything I can
to fix it.

-I know you will.
-I am so sorry, Face.

Nice plan, Face.

Yeah. We just traded Lynches,
and we're going back to prison.

We returned the plates.
We can hold our heads high.

We did the right thing.

Yeah, and look what they did to us.
This is some bullshit.

They b*rned us again, Hannibal.

We trusted the system and it turned on us.

Remember, boys, no matter
how random things might appear,

there is still a plan. Kid.

Well, I don't mean
to steal your line, boss, but...

-Yeah.
-I love it when a plan comes together.

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.

Yeah.

-Yo, how is the new bed?
-Beautiful.

Listen, I know this is good for the body,

but how do you protect the face?

You don't mess with it, kid.

Gotcha.

Yeah. Is that all you got?

-Here we go.
-Clear.

This guy Murdock is nuts.

I wonder if he's...nuts
or whether he's, you know... nuts.

Yeah, I think I might have
felt something there.


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