01x11 - One More Time

[bunniefuu]

[Man]
Ten years ago, a crack commando unit
was sent to prison by a military court...

for a crime they didn"t commit.

These men promptly escaped
from a maximum-security stockade
to the Los Angeles underground.

Today, still wanted by the government,
they survive as soldiers of fortune.

If you have a problem, if no one else
can help, and if you can find them...

maybe you can hire... the A-Team.

- [Gasping]
- [Man] Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.

That was about as scary
as my Duncan Yo-Yo.

Now, please, what I need here
is real fright.

Jeopardy! Go for it! Huh?

[Lynch] Registering my name as
a pseudonym of the Screen Actors Guild.
What made you check into that?

[Man] Well, Colonel Lynch, chasing
Hannibal Smith as much as we have...

I've come to appreciate
his sense of humour.

Sense of humour? You think that's
funny then, uh, Hannibal Smith working
under the name of "Lynch"?

Well, I mean, considering the fact
that we've looked everywhere for him...

and all this time he's working
in the open under your very name...

Well, no, sir.
I don't think that's funny.

Excuse me, we're looking for
an actor named Lynch.

His real name is John Smith.
He's using Lynch as an alias.

Lynch? You'd think he could
do better than that.

- Yes, but is he here?
- Yeah, he's right over there.

I should've known it.
We've got him!

Great. Okay, good.
h*... What is going on here?

This is not the scene
where the army is called in yet.

- That man is a criminal.
l"ve been chasing him for 10 years...
- Who, me?

- l"ve got him
and l"m putting him in jail.
- Wait a minute. You're kidding?

Now? Do you realize the monster is going
to be under the garbage ready to attack?

This is the most important scene in
the picture. Wa-Wait. Please. Look.

Come on. It took you 10 years to find this
guy. Can't you let me get this one last shot?

- [Lynch And Aide] No.
- There he is.

- If it isn't my old namesake.
- Hey, what's going on here?

End of the line, Smith.
First, I wanted to be sure I had you, :
then we"re going to get Peck.

- My boys are just waiting for a chance
to drop in on Baracus.
- You got the wrong guy.

- What do you think of that?
- Who's Baracus?

I thought you guys wanted Lynch.
That's him on the motorcycle.

[Engine Revving]

[Sirens Wailing]

[Lynch] He"s headed toward Whitsett.
Smith"s going to warn Templeton Peck.

Yes, l"m very happy to see you,
but I told you I don"t want to
get into anything over lunch.

We're not at lunch. We're walking to get
lunch, so we can clear this up on the way.

Oh, we're going to work out our entire
relationship on a short walk to the corner?

Rhonda, I-I know this has been
real tough on both of us... especially you.

But, uh, well, I sort of thought things
were working out real good for us.

They have been...
when you've been around.

Oh, business takes me away a lot.
I explained all that.

- Vaguely.
- You know, talking about jobs is so boring.

Not when they take you away
to Guatemala for two weeks...

and to the South of France for
the weekend and Brazil for Christmas.

I mean, is there something
you're not telling me?

Another woman?

Another woman?

Oh, Rhonda.

Where would I possibly find
a woman...

who could
drag me away from you?

Come on, Face.
Lynch is right behind me. Let's go.

- [Siren Wailing In Distance]
- Temp!

- I'll call you. Bye!
- [Siren, Louder]

Templeton!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Hang on, kid.

And they said I didn't have enough
experience to be a stunt double. Ha-ha!

- I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Not on me.

- I think they got away, sir.
- [Lynch] You think?

Get on the horn to Burrows and
tell him to pick up Baracus right now!

That's a 10-4. He's been holed up
inside the garage ever since
we followed him here this morning.

He has no idea we're outside waiting.
Should be no problem at all.

[Engine Idles, Revs]

Go!

We should be meeting B.A.
any minute.

Look out, Hannibal!

- Hey, Grandma, are you okay?
- [Tyres Squeal]

You crazy man.
What were you trying to do?

I wanted to warn you.
Lynch is coming.

- Thanks.
- Good work, Burrows.
You'll see a commendation for this.

Thank you, sir.
Let"s go in the patrol car.

[Moaning]

Oh, I think I'm really
gonna be sick!

- [Gagging]
- [Snickers]

"Three former members of
a Vietnam commando team...

who've been fugitives for 10 years,
have finally been captured,
according to military sources."

"Colonel John Smith,
Lieutenant Templeton Peck
and Sergeant Bosco Baracus...

were apprehended after a long
military police chase through," uh...

"downtown Los Angeles."

Isn't it amazing how fast
good news travels?

Colonel, I'm impressed
you read the paper.

I thought you stayed away
from anything that didn't have pictures.

Go on, Smith. Say anything you want.
Insult me. Call me horrible names.

It's okay.
It's all over now. I won.

What kind of a rock
did they find you under?

Not nearly as big as the one
I'm going to use to crush you, Smith.

Good morning, Colonel.

Why are you barging in here, Major?

I'm Major Briggs.
This is Mr Perry.

- Mr Perry.
- State Department.

These orders are ridiculous.
I'm not turning these men over.

It's out of your hands, Major.
Your superiors know what this is all about.

No, I know what it's all about.

I've busted my coconut for 10 years
to locate and apprehend these people...

and now someone wants to
step in and get all the glory.

Apparently, you managed to
do that quite well on your own.

And if you think this is
a simple matter of the upper brass...

trying to get credit for apprehending
men wanted for some 10-year-old crime
that nobody remembers anyway...

- [Exhales]
- then you are more stupid
than you appear.

Don't think that I'm not going to
pursue this right to the top.

I am the top, Colonel...

and if you don't want to
spend the rest of your commission...

in a concrete room in Utah...

packing parachutes,
then you will get in line here.

I like this man.

[Lynch]
We"ll see about that.

I want a complete security shutdown
on this base.

Cut off the press. No phone calls in or out
till I've had a chance to talk to these men.

- Sir. [Clears Throat]
- Well, I said I liked the way
you talked to the help, Mr Perry.

- I didn't say I'd grant you an audience.
- I don't see that
you have any choice, Colonel.

- Somehow I don't feel this fella
has any better news for us than Lynch.
- Hmm.

I'm sorry, Miss Allen. I don't care
who you are. That's the way it is.

But, my press pass always gets me on,
and the capture of the A-Team
is already on the wire.

If you would just call Colonel Lynch,
he's expecting me.

Miss Allen, Col. Lynch can't give you
the necessary clearance.
Apparently, this story is over.

If you're looking for copy,
go cover a fire.

♪ We went to the animal fair
The birds and the beasts were there ♪

♪ The funniest was the monk
who sat on the elephant's trunk ♪

Murdock?
You wanna pay attention here?

Attention, sir.
I was just rapping with my cousin here.

[lmitating Chittering]

Now, after we get the results
on the series of approximations
on the animal therapy programme...

- we think it will prove that each wing
is going to be able to get its own pet.
- [Chittering]

- [Phone Ringing]
- Monkeys on the west wing...

- raccoons on the east...
- [Ringing Continues]

I'm sorry, but you've reached
a disconnected number. Now, if
you feel you've reached this recording...

- in error, how do you think I feel?
- Hey, Murdock, it's Amy.

- Hey, chiquita, how's it shakin', baby?
- Not so good.

- The guys have just been caught by Lynch.
- What? What happened?

I don't know.
I can't get in to see 'em.

There's a security blanket over the military
installation where they're being held.

Which is weird. I mean,
I got the story over the wire, so
the press were admitted at one point.

Then all of a sudden,
they're an A-10 security zone.

Just sit tight,
the King of Crazy's on his way.

If they move, stay on 'em. You drop a trail
of bread crumbs and I'll find you.

I'll make it easier for you.
I'm just the south side of
the military installation. Past the gate.

- Got you.
- How are you gonna get out?

Ohh, that'll be easy.

As pet owners, we"re gonna have to
learn how to take care of them.

Feed them, train them,
bathe them.

You know, Sarge,
I had a cat once.

But every time I tried to give him a bath,
the fur stuck to my tongue.

Okay, let's pick which one
we want for the day as our little friend.

- Who's in favour of the raccoon?
- Eenie-meenie-minie-mo,
who wants to stay in my cage?

Let Howling Mad Murdock know.

[Chickens Clucking]

Murdock? Don"t panic.
Don"t panic.

All right, let"s get these animals back in
their cages. George, after Murdock.

[Alarm Bell Ringing]

[Engine Starts]

Sergeant, if one of these men makes a
move to get up from his chair, sh**t him.

Gentlemen, at this point,
each of you is facing a little over


I am here to see that you have an
opportunity to avoid serving that term.

Gentlemen, I believe that you are familiar
with the name General Ludlam?

It is our information that he was
your commanding officer during
certain missions in Vietnam.

That sucker sent me to the brig.
Said I didn't salute him.

Yeah. He sent him to jail
for just punching him in the nose.

He called me a liar.
Nobody call B.A. Baracus a liar.

At the moment, the general is languishing
in a military compound in Borneo.

That lunatic RaShaam
and his civil w*r?

Since when is the U.S.
sticking its nose into Borneo?

The U.S. is not involved.
We can't be.

- That's where we come in.
- [Perry] Exactly.

Since you"re already fugitives,
you can operate without any
connection to the government.

When you were captured, our computer
linked you with this mission
as the perfect as*ault team.

The general went in on his own
to get his daughter out who had been
taken prisoner by guerrilla forces.

- Why did RaShaam want his daughter?
- He didn't. He wanted a bargaining chip.

Lights, please.

Kathy Ludlam was working
as a missionary along the Nibong River.

- When RaShaam extended his domain
further north, she was taken prisoner.
- Next.

- [Projector Clicks]
- Then RaShaam made us an offer.

He said he" d send the girl back
to us if we would send to him
our Eastern European defence plan.

- Why couldn't you just
go in and grab her?
- Due to political considerations...

- the United States couldn't go into action.
- Unfortunately, the general did not concur.

It is our information
that RaShaam is headquartered
in this military compound...

twelve kilometres south
of Sen Tou.

General Ludlam and his daughter
are more than likely to be found there.

- More than likely?
- We believe our intelligence
is accurate, Lieutenant. Next.

- This is the sketch of the compound.
- According to
your so-called intelligence?

Exactly. As you can see,
it's heavily fortified...

with access only from thejungle
and from the air.

Our very best information is that
the general and his daughter...

should be found in the building
on the extreme right.

- Well, how do we know they're still alive?
- We don't.

- [Groans]
- Lights, please.

We do know that RaShaam
desperately needs to solidify
his place with the Soviet bloc.

Our concern is that he will force
the information from General Ludlam
and sell it to the Russians.

We cannot let that happen.

More specifically and to the point,
you gentlemen cannot.

What's in it for "we gentlemen"?

A head start. When and if you return,
I will see to it that you are cut loose.

I can"t make any guarantee about seeing
the charges against you dropped...

and you do understand this is
not at all sanctioned by the Pentagon.

Terrific offer. A head start.

Uh, could we discuss this
for a while... alone?

Corporal.

[B.A.] I ain"t goin"nowhere to rescue
no sucker who calls me a liar.

- Now, B. A...
- Next time I see that sucker,
I'm gonna do more than punch him.

- I'm gonna break his neck.
- And I'm not so sure I wanna risk my life...

just to get a day's jump
on the U.S. Army.

- Especially not for no sucker
who calls me a liar.
- Could we talk this over for a second?

- I ain't saving nobody that calls me a liar.
- I think we got that real clear.

- Face?
- Well, l... I think we're putting
a lot on the line, Hannibal...

just to get back
to being what we already are.

- Fugitives.
- You'd rather spend 30 years in prison.

[Stammers]
Not really.

But, there"s always a chance
we could get out on good behaviour.

- Then at least we could
start living normal lives.
- That"s true.

Thirty years from now,
we could all be playing shuffleboard
in the West Valley Retirement Home.

Hannibal, RaShaam is a maniac.

He's a butcher. Reports keep coming back
about t*rture and firing squads.

- Right. We're all agreed.
- Right.
- Right.

We accept the assignment.

It's better than being pulled into
a Dumpster by a slime monster,
which I should've been playing anyway.

Hannibal, you're crazy,
just like Murdock.

♪ Oh, five and 20 blackbirds
baked in a pie ♪

♪♪ [Humming]

- Hey, lady, want a lift?
- Murdock, what are you doing
with a bakery truck?

Well, Faceman always told me
the fastest way to a man's heart
is through his stomach.

And the easiest way to break security
is through the kitchen.

Hop in. I don't want
the general's buns to get cold.

- Hi, what can I do for you?
- Uh, yeah, we got a shipment
of desert pastries for the general.

Supposed to get 'em to him about 2.00
for some brass reception or something.

- I don't show any clearance here
for your truck.
- It ain't no skin off my back.

You know what I mean?
Here, sign that.

You can tell the general how come
he didn't get his éclairs and tea cakes.

- Éclairs and tea cakes?
- Yeah, four dozen of
the general's custard specials.

Come on with the signature already.
I gotta get "em back to the fridge
if you don"t want"em.

- Okay, okay. Go on in. I'll call the mess.
- Gee, thanks.

Colonel Smith, I'm happy to see
that you think this is a good deal.

Uh, we're gonna need some things.

First of all, a complete and accurate map
layout of the area we're going into.

- Weapons.
- And a boat.

- I beg your pardon?
- AR-15s.

- Gonna need a boat to get to Borneo.
- You wanna go on a boat?

- B.A. doesn't fly.
- I die before I fly.

That's out of the question.
We don't have that kind of time.

Hey, man. If you want me to go,
then that's how I'll go.

But I ain't gonna fly to rescue somebody
I don't wanna rescue anyway.

- And, uh, some walkie-talkies.
- Walkie-talkies.

- Hey, man, you heard
what I said. No planes.
- And some milk.

- I've been thinking about something.
- Drink your milk.

- I don't wanna drink my milk.
- But you love milk.

- I don't want it now.
- Mmm-mm.

Boy, there's nothing like
a glass of ice-cold milk to give
the body all the necessary nutrition.

Yeah, Rhonda sure knew
how to keep the old body in shape.

My body's fine. And if we ain't going
by boat, then I don't wanna go.

Which means we'll wind up
back in the federal slammer.

And if that happens,
you"re looking at the last...

nonpowdered, nonfrozen nutritious thing
you'll put in your mouth for 30 years.

- Ahh.
- Ahh.

Uh, B.A., you got a little
milk mustache there...

[B.A.]
How are we gonna get to Borneo?

By plane.

Look, there they are.

And they"re carrying B.A.,
which means wherever they"re going
they"re going by air.

[Perry]
lt"s all arranged.

It"ll appear the three of you
have escaped from the military prison.

The two M.P. s will be found
bound and gagged...

and the driver of the limousine
will be found in the trunk.

[Allen]
I don"t understand why Lynch wasn"t
with them when they got in that limo.

[Murdock] I don"t understand either.
Something"s goin"on here.

[Hannibal]
How are we getting to Borneo?

[Perry] We"ve got a DC-3
waiting at a private airstrip.

[Hannibal]
A DC-3? Are you kidding? Those planes
have been out of service for years.

[Perry] Well, Borneo isn"t exactly
the most modern country.

A DC-3 won"t look suspicious
flying in their airspace.

[Murdock]
There"s something goin"on.

The military has plenty
of official airfields. There must be
a reason why they"re using this strip.

- What is going on?
- I don't know.

But, if I don't stay on their tail,
I'm never gonna find out.

Stay on their tail? How are you gonna
do that? They're getting on a plane.

- So am I.
- What are you gonna do?

Stash the truck and then meet me
by that plane over there.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Those were your orders
permitting you to take off
I just saw you signing, weren't they?

I thought so. I wonder... I wonder
if I could interest you in some of
my new, high-protein doughnuts.

I got 'em over here in my bakery truck,
and they are perfect.

Murdock. Murdock?

- Yeah?
- Where's the pilot?

It was strange. I was standing there talkin'
to him and all of sudden he fell in my arms.

- You knocked him out.
- Let's not get technical.

We gotta stay on those guys.
No, wait a minute. You can't come.

- Get in the plane. We'll talk about
what I can't do later.
- But, you can't...

- I said get in the plane.
- I love it when you're angry.

- [Lynch]
What do you mean they"re gone?
- Look for yourself, sir.

They can't be just gone.

- [Exhales] Find Briggs and Perry.
- Yes, sir.

- Search the base.
They gotta be around here somewhere.
- Yes, sir.

- [Alarm Blaring]
- [Man On P.A.] Security. Red alert!

Code 1. Red alert.

Security, this is a red alert.
Code 1. Red alert.

Security, this is a red alert.
Code 1. Red alert.

[Alarm Continues]

[Murdock] This is Kilo Charlie
to Oscar Merlin One.

- Murdock, can"t you just call me Amy?
- No, it's not as much fun.

Besides, all these fighter guys
got crazy names.

Uh, now, come on now.
How about, uh, Penny?

[Low-pitched Voice]
And I can be Sky King.

[Amy] Aren"t you getting
a little close, Murdock?

[Murdock] Songbird banking low
and out of sight.

[Hannibal] There doesn"t seem to be
a place where a plane can land.

Two miles north of the drop zone
is a dirt strip.

If you're not there in four hours,
we're gonna have to leave you.

- And General Ludlam
and his daughter, right?
- I'm sorry. That's the way it has to be.

- [Hannibal] Let's go!
- Good luck.

- Murdock, look!
- That must be our guys.

- What in the world is going on?
- Well, if I knew that, I could run for office.

We're gonna have to
ditch this plane and go in after 'em.

Sky King to Penny,
Mayday, Mayday. We're going in.

Murdock, going in what?

The plane is going in the ocean,
and we are going in thejungle.

Dive! Dive!
Aoogah! Aoogah!

[Amy] Wait a minute, Murdock!
I don"t have any idea...

- I don"t have a parachute...
- Me Tarzan, you Jane. Dive! Dive!

[Amy]
Don't push!

[Murdock Yodelling]

- How's he doing?
- He's coming to.
We better get this chute off him.

- [Moaning]
- Oh, it's too late.

- What's going on, man?
- Shh! Could be guerillas
anywhere around here.

- Where are we?
- Borneo.

- Where?
- Shh!
- Borneo.

You know, small island
in the western Pacific Ocean...

divided between Malaysia,
Indonesia and Brunei.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, positive.
I used to date a geography major.

How did we get here, man?

- The truth?
- Yeah.

- I think he wants the truth.
- The U.S. military
pushed you out of an aeroplane.

That's right. Pushed all of us.

Hey, man. The last thing I remember,
we was being detained by the M.P.s.

We all were. And they don't push you outta
no aeroplane for robbing no Bank of Hanoi.

I'm afraid they did.
We told them we wouldn't take
the mission if you didn't come along.

- I think they spiked our milk.
- That's a terrible thing to do
to something that babies drink.

Come on. Let's get this equipment out.
RaShaam's men patrol this whole area.
And keep it down.

- Okay. Go.
- Help! Help!

Murdock! Murdock!

Murdock! Murdock!

- Get me down from here.
- At Disneyland, people pay money
for rides like that.

Do you think you could please figure out
how to get me out of this thing?

Hold on to the straps there.

- Thanks.
- We gotta tag up with Hannibal,
B.A. and Face.

You know, I don"t understand
any of this.

I mean, first they're captured,
then they fly halfway around the world,
and then they bail out over Borneo.

"Bailout Over Borneo."
It's Tracy and Hepburn, right?


for best musical in the jungle.

- What do you got?
- I got a flare g*n and I got some smoke,
so we can signal Hannibal.

- Great. Let's go find the guys.
- Okay.

[Hannibal]
Do you see anything?

Yeah, there's a large clearing
about a quarter of a mile ahead.

All I could see are the tops of buildings
and the rotor of a chopper.

You know, we've only got
two hours until sundown.

No wonder those guys are in the State
Department. They don"t know squat
about timing on a rescue operation.

We gotta hit that compound in daylight,
or we miss the ride outta here.

- How are we gonna do this, Hannibal?
- Look...

Briggs says this is the hut
where they're holding General Ludlam.

This is RaShaam's headquarters.
That's our target.

We get hold of him,
we control the game.

Now, the plan is your basic straight-on,
surprise hit-and-run attack.

If anything goes sour, we split up
and rendezvous at the drop zone.

- Got it?
- Wait.

- This ain't much of a plan, Hannibal.
- Are you kidding? It's a classic.

It's your half-pincer movement inside
a guarded perimeter. Tried and true, B.A.

- Yeah, and he's on the jazz.
- Then we're in trouble.

Hannibal, this don't look like
RaShaam's headquarters.

[Clears Throat]

[Clears Throat] Hannibal, this might be
a good time to call King's "X".

- Drop your g*ns.
- [g*ns Clatter On Ground]

Arrest them.

Some classic, half-pincer movement.

It needs salt.

Looks like the A-Team's
a few points behind at halftime here.

Hannibal probably tried getting in
by hitting 'em with what he'd call...

"a classic frontal as*ault
with a half-pincer movement."

- Is that what it was?
- Nah, it's just reckless.

But with Hannibal,
reckless is sometimes the best thing.

Course every once in a while,
it just doesn't work.

- General Ludlam?
- Right. My daughter, Kathy.

- How do you do, ma'am.
- Did the government send you here
hoping to help us?

That's right, ma'am.
We got some real bad intelligence...

and, uh, we wound up
assaulting the kitchen.

- It was a heck of a battle.
- Doesn't look like it's been too much fun.

- I remember you.
You were one of my colonels.
- That's right, sir.

- I remember you too.
- Yeah, I busted your nose in 'Nam.

- March 15, 1971.
- His attitude hasn't improved much.

They wanna k*ll Dad.
RaShaam is power hungry and crazy.

He wants the plans
to the NATO m*ssile sites.

They're gonna have to
k*ll me, because I'm not talking.

Now, General, we're gonna need
your cooperation when I come up with
a plan to blow outta here.

It may not be too orthodox,
but l"m not gonna let this RaShaam off
without sticking it in his ear.

This place is too well-fortified.

We don't have any weapons.
Just wasting your time.

American commandos illegally
in my country without papers?

[Chuckles]
This will be an international incident.

What do you mean,
"international incident"?

We heard that you had
great potato soup, and we wanted to
get some before it was all gone.

You're making very funny jokes.

- Now, let me tell you your options.
- Please.

You will sign confessions stating
that you're a guerrilla force
illegally airlifted into my country.

You will admit to crimes against
my government...

and you will appear
before the national press...

substantiating these charges.

If you refuse to do so,
you will be shot immediately.

Well, we get a trial,
don't we?

Let me lay it out for you, fella.
We're not signing any confessions.

We're not representatives
of the U.S. government.

As a matter of fact,
we're fugitives in the United States...

so you're gonna have a little trouble
making your fantasy stick.

- Then you choose to die.
- [Stammering] What about that trial?

I find you guilty.
You will be shot within an hour.

Justice is a little swift around here,
isn't it?

Martin, prepare a firing squad.

- What are we gonna do?
- We're gonna have to
freelance some kind of plan.

- What?
- That's usually Hannibal's
end of the stick, but...

That chopper has gotta be
the only way outta here.

Forget about the chopper.
We haven"t got a pilot.

Don't matter,
I'll walk before I'll fly.

Hannibal, look.

It"s a bunch of gasoline drums
next to an a*mo dump.

That's what it is.

Now, that wasn't very bright, was it?

You think we could puncture a hole
in one of them and leak a little?

- Maybe.
- Come on.

Uh, now, we've only got an hour
because RaShaam's putting us
in front of a firing squad.

But, l"ve got a plan. Now, if it"s gonna
work, I have to get shot first.

- Get up.
- What are you gonna do?

What the Pentagon's paying us for,
be creative.

I said, "Get up."
lt'll do.

Here he comes.

- You ready to confess?
- I already gave you my answer.

We"re Americans.
We"ve got nothing to confess.

Then you're ready to die.

Well, nobody's ever really ready,
but, it kind of comes with the territory.

- Let's go.
- You.

[Nervous Chuckle]
Me?

Hey, listen, dirtball.
I'm in command here.

And in keeping with
military tradition, I get to go first.

Take him away.
Your turn will come later.

Oh, no. Wait, wait, wait, guys. Let's talk
about this. I'm not really with these guys.

Get going, B.A.

Here. You take this.
When I throw one of these smoke flares...

you run like a rabbit
and don't look back...

- All ready, sir.
- Look, I tell you, you got the wrong guy.

- Place him on his mark.
- You know, that other fella,
he loves that kind of thing.

You're gonna hear from
my senator about this.

Okay.

W-Wait a minute, you g...

No-No last cigarette? Huh?

Aw, come on.
Just a cigarette?

- Give 'im a cigarette.
- [Relieved Sigh] Thanks.

Ah, my brand.

[Exhales] It's good. You know,
you check the Geneva convention...

and I'll bet there's all kinds of stuff
we're missing here, you know?

I mean, uh, what about a special meal
for the condemned man?

I didn't get that. You know?
I mean, no last requests. Not a one.

Pull the sling.

Okay, B.A.
Get their attention.

Hey, man!
Hey, you! Can't do this.

l"m gonna make you pay!
You can"t get away with this here.

- Proceed.
- Prepare to fire.

Take aim!

Fire!

Stop the prisoner!

Now, don't get too close.

[Hannibal]
Get her in the chopper, General.

Face!

- [expl*si*n]
- Get in!

Face!

- Face!
- B.A., will you get in?

- No, I ain't gonna fly.
- Is he kidding?

- He's afraid to fly.
- [Grunts]

- Didn't know
you had it in you, General.
- I've been waiting a long time for that.

Get this bird up, Murdock!

Here you go, Colonel.

- Over here!
- He's over there.

"A-Team escapes again."
Not a bad headline, huh?

- Thanks, Amy.
- Hey, man...

I don't know why everybody
gettin' a big thrill about
reading your name in the paper.

I thought we were supposed to be
a low-profile outfit.

B.A., if everyone thinks we're still in prison,
no one's gonna try to hire us.

A little advertising
just to let people know we're still out there.

If people know we on the street,
Colonel Lynch know we on the street.

He already caught us once.
We gettin"pretty sloppy around here.

Come on, B.A. Just take a minute
and try and relax and enjoy.

- We got out of Borneo alive.
- Yeah, we did, didn't we?

- Barely.
- You guys can relax later.

I gotta get back to bozo barracks
for my self-realization class.

I've been practising my psychic image,
my self-esteem and a little bit of that
"I'm okay, you're okay" stuff.

- You ain't even close to being okay.
- [British Accent] Oh, thanks, B.A.

An honest friend
is indeed a friend to the end.

Okay, let's get Murdock home.

It's okay, B.A. It'll take Lynch at least
a couple of weeks to get on our trail again.

I don"t get this at all. It takes me 10 years
to capture the A-Team.

It gets kicked upstairs
by a couple of guys I don't even know.

And not only that,
the Pentagon disavows any knowledge
of Mr Perry and Major Briggs.

And I have to read it in the paper
that the A-Team is back on the streets.

It'll take me months
to pick up on...

Hey. Go. Go!

- Go, go, go!
- [Siren Wailing]

[B.A.]
Weeks, huh?