03x23 - Beverly Hills as*ault

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In 1972,
a cr*ck commando unit...

was sent to prison
by a m*llitary court...

for a crime they didn't commit.

These men promptly escaped...

from a maximum-security
stockade...

to the Los Angeles underground.

Today, still wanted
by the government...

they survive
as soldiers of fortune.

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

and if you can find them...

maybe you can hire the A-Team.

Hey, watch his hands!
Watch his hands!

Relax.

It'll be the only thing left
he'll be able to move.

Kid, do what Mr. Shawn wants.

I did what he wants.

I painted two pictures.

That's all he said I had to do.

So, he counted wrong.

Just pick up the brush.

If I do a third...

he'll want a fourth
and then a fifth.

You can't keep me
locked up here forever.

Okay, kid.

Hold it!

Idiot.
He's hurt really bad.

We got to get him to a hospital.

Tepper, I was just trying
to scare him.

Hey, you saw it, Tepper, I didn't
touch his hands, you saw it!

Shut up!

We'll be lucky if Mr. Shawn doesn't
put us in the hospital with him!

You both deserve a b*llet
in your empty heads.

I tell you to put a little
pressure on the kid...

you wind up putting him
in a coma!

You realize
what that's gonna do?

It's gonna put this whole
operation in jeopardy.

Check his hands, Mr. Shawn. You'll
see I never went near them.

So, what do you want, a raise?

What good do his hands
do me now?

Go on, get rid of him.

You okay?

I stopped by the hospital
this morning.

There's still no change.

The doctors don't know
when Speed'll come out of it.

Mickey, I'm really scared.

Hey, let me tell you something,
it's gonna be all right.

I just know it.

But I wish I could find those
guys who did that to Speed.

Maybe there's a way.

What are we doing here?

- We gotta get an album.
- What?

How many more places
are we gonna go to?

- As many as it takes.
- Okay.

Can I help you folks today?

Yeah. I'd like a copy of Jim
Nabors' Greatest Love Songs.

You're joking, right?

No, that's what the note that Mr. Lee
tacked to my laundry said to ask for.

Well, I know that Mr. Lee's
got his opinion...

but in my opinion...

Madonna might be better for you.

She's hot now.

I want Jim Nabors.
Thanks.

Well, come over here a minute.

Now, why don't you let
me play this for you...

and then you can be sure
that's what you want...

before you lay out any money?

Okay.

Thanks for listening.

Your fingerprints
are being checked.

If they don't match, no
further contact will be made.

If you are
who you say you are...

you'll be contacted shortly.

I'm Hannibal Smith.
Sorry about the runaround...

but we had to be sure
you are who you say you are.

Yeah, sure.

This is "Howling Mad" Murdock...

that's Templeton Peck and B.A.
Baracus. Hi.

"Howling Mad"? You got a
temper problem or something?

Oh, no. Actually this is the guy
here with the personality disorder.

I just consider myself
on another plane...

from the mass populace,
that's all.

His plane crashed years ago.

Left him with no brains
in his head.

Peggy, Mr. Lee said that a friend
of yours was put in the hospital.

And you don't think
the police...

are really interested
in who put him there.

That's right,
Speed has this reputation.

"Speed"?
As in dr*gs, amphetamines?

No, Speed is clean.
We gave him the name...

because he's so quick
with the brush.

Speed is a free spirit.

In fact, he was probably born
about 20 years too late.

He has this real "peace and
love" attitude, you know?

And lot of people laugh at
that kind of stuff nowadays...

but, anyway, as far as the
police are concerned...

Speed was just considered
a flake.

And there's no way
they were gonna believe...

that some Beverly Hills rich
guy put him in the hospital.

"Beverly Hills rich guy"?

Don't mind B.A. Last time
he was in Beverly Hills...

he got in trouble for throwing
a waiter in a dessert tray.

That dude charged me $12
for a bowl of potato soup!

Anyway, we don't have any proof.

But about a month ago...

some guy who runs
a Beverly Hills gallery...

saw some of Speed's stuff
and signed him on the spot.

Speed must be very good.

His work is wonderful.

He trained under
Solange Martine in Paris.

That's where we met, in fact.

So, anyway,
a couple of weeks ago...

we saw these guys in suits...

pushing Speed around.

And Speed wouldn't tell me
what it was all about.

But the guy
was from the gallery.

I did get that much out of him.

Boy, I find that
hard to believe.

I mean, most of the gallery owners
I know are fairly respectable.

Which gallery
did Speed sign with?

Well, that's the problem.
I don't know.

We pooled our money together.

We can pay you $11,000.

Where'd you kids
get money like that from?

I have a small trust my
grandfather left me for college.

I never went...

so it's just been sitting in
the bank earning interest.

But I think this is important
enough to use it for.

Peggy, would you recognize Speed's
work if you saw it hanging somewhere?

Yeah, I'm sure I could.

Congratulations, you've
just hired The A-Team.

At last, a case that doesn't
require mosquito netting.

Oh, I don't know, Face.

It's still a jungle out there
on Rodeo Drive.

Man! These people
in Beverly Hills...

look at us like
we're from another planet.

Are you suggesting that your
derivation is from anything...

but another planet, big guy?

Oh, shut up, fool!

I don't like nothing
about this town.

Oh, I don't know, B.A.

This city has certain charms
that I appreciate.

That's it!

That's one of Speed's paintings!

There are his initials, "S.
Miller." This could be the place.

So, what're we gonna do now?

Check it out.

Hello, I'm Diane. May I
help you with something?

Beautiful piece of work,
don't you think?

- It's very rare.
- Shh!

Just listen to it.

You can almost hear the boldness
of the sculptor's strokes...

the power of the statement
that it makes!

Yes.
I believe you're right.

Are you an artist as well?

Michael DeLaine,
Fine Art Magazine.

You've heard of us, of course.

Oh, sure, yeah.

Yes, I'm writing an article...

on the most prestigious
art galleries in the country.

And I'm basically
evaluating your exclusivity...

style, taste, et cetera,
et cetera...

and et cetera.

Well, I'm sure you'll find
our gallery very exciting.

We'll see. I must say...

I am very, very impressed
with this young artist...

S. Miller.

I don't believe I've ever
seen his work before.

Oh, that's because he's
exclusive with the gallery.

He's one of the young
street artists...

that Mr. Shawn
recently discovered.

Yes, one can almost sense the
grittiness of the pavement...

in his work, don't you agree?

Absolutely.

Yes, very exceptional.
I'd even... No.

Yes, I'd even go out on a limb
and compare him favorably...

with another local artist,
H.M. Murdock.

H.M. Murdock?

Would you mind showing me
something else of his?

But, I'm afraid this is all
we have at the moment.

We should be receiving something
from him shortly, though.

Diane?

Could I speak to you
for a minute, please?

Of course, Mr. Shawn.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I've taken up too much
of your time.

No, that's okay.

Well, then, perhaps I
could persuade you...

to have dinner with me tonight?

Well, I don't--

It would give us a chance
to continue this...

interesting discussion of today's
rising young artists, and...

Diane?

Dinner? Sounds lovely.

Yes, Mr. Shawn?

Who's that young man
you were talking to?

That was Michael DeLaine. He's an
art critic for Fine Art Magazine.

They're doing a story on all the
top galleries across the country.

Isn't that great?
Look, here's his card.

"Michael DeLaine,
Fine Art Magazine."

See if those two young ladies
need some help, will you?

Yes, sir.

Ah!

Thank you.

- Michael.
- What?

I'm having a wonderful time.

I'm so glad, Diane, I'm...

Ah, thanks.

I'm so very, very glad, I...

The first time I saw you,
I knew...

Oh, my gosh...

I don't know what came over me.

I'm so embarrassed!

Don't be.

No. No, will you excuse me?

I just have to go
to the restroom!

Oh! Twenty-five cents!
Twenty-five cents!

Good, I'll use it as a down payment
on the new house, big sh*t.

Murdock, let's move.
I only have a minute.

Rush, rush, rush.

I've been standing in here handing
out towels for over two hours...

and nobody's had the decency or courtesy to
even engage me in a meaningful conversation.

Really?

- Nails, Sir?
- Thank you.

Your hands are lovely.
Just keep them manicured.

Thanks for the advice.

Hey?

Oh, right. Listen, you
got change for $5?

Yes, I have.

Thanks, Murdock. I forgot to
tip the parking attendant.

Yeah, but...

Wonderful. You can meet
Michael now before you go.

I'll be happy to.

Michael DeLaine...

this is my boss at the
gallery, Steffen Shawn.

A pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Shawn.

You know, when Diane told me you were
a critic for Fine Art Magazine...

I was a little surprised.

Surprised?

That I hadn't heard of you.

So I placed a call
to your office.

Are you always this cautious
about Diane's dinner dates?

It's a crazy world,
Mr. DeLaine.

You never know
what the next man...

coming through that door
is gonna do.

Happily, however, they
gave you a glowing report.

They tell me you're quite
an excellent writer.

Well, I just...

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Please accept this invitation...

to visit the gallery
at any time.

Well, thank you.

Okay, Hannibal,
the alarm's disengaged.

Good. Now, let's see
if we can find the closet...

where Shawn hides his skeletons.

Guys...

Shawn had Speed signed
to an exclusive contract...

at $50 a painting.

$50?

The one in the window
was selling for $5,000.

Something big must have gone
down to have him cancel this.

Hannibal,
the transmitter's in place.

Let's go, I've seen enough.

Looks like
we got a little company.

You heard the Colonel?
He said we're leaving.

Yeah. B.A., can I get your
opinion about something?

Aren't you
as surprised as I am...

at the choices of these so-called
artists with their paintings?

I mean, with the full
color spectrum...

right at their fingertips...

I think their works
are bogged down...

with an overabundance
of primary shades.

I mean, there's no subtlety to the hue.
Don't you agree?

Yes, I agree.

I'm gonna turn your nose primary
red if you don't knock it off!

Security patrol. Let's take care
of them fast and get out of here.

The first time
I saw Blomquist's work...

I was so overcome...

so affected by its intensity...

that I had to excuse myself
from the exhibit...

before I passed out
from sheer exhaustion.

The point being, you see...

What is it, Mr. Shawn?

My gallery's been broken into.

Broken into?

How utterly revolting!

The thieves apparently used a key
to get past the alarm and inside.

No!

But you and I are the
only ones that have keys.

Here's my set.
Where are yours?

Right in my purse.

Here let me help you
with that. Here you go.

I'm sorry. Here.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Here's my set.

Brooks? Shawn here.

I assume you've heard your men
spoiled a break-in at my gallery.

Yeah, I heard.

Yeah, lucky they were
making a pickup tonight.

Sounds like our security friends
were making a scheduled stop.

That's why they showed up...

even if the alarm didn't go off.

How about lunch tomorrow?

No, I can't make lunch tomorrow.

I'll be at the art show
in Santa Monica.

We've got to find a replacement
for Speed Miller...

as soon as possible.

Look, Brooks, don't try
handling my end for me.

I need to find us
another expert...

not some paint-by-numbers
amateur off the sidewalk.

Okay, but we still have to talk.

All right then, another time.

Whoever Brooks is, he's got
Shawn under the g*n...

to find another artist
to replace Miller.

Yeah. Sounds like Shawn
was using Miller...

for something other than
just ripping off paintings.

It certainly does, doesn't it?

Yeah. Well, I assume
you have a plan.

Well, I think
the least we can do...

is supply Shawn and Brooks
with another painter.

What do you think, Colonel?

I call it The Meaning of Life.

It's perfect.

Fine Art Magazine,
Tina speaking.

Hello, darling, it's Templeton.

Hi, sweetheart.
You know, you were right.

Some guy did call
about you yesterday.

I lied. I told him
how wonderful you were.

I know, honey, and I just wanna thank you.
You were terrific!

Listen...

we'll do St. Martins again
real soon, okay?

And you take care.

I'll be thinking of you.

Okay. Bye-bye.

B.A.? I want you
to take a look at something.

And I want you to tell me if your nose
hairs don't tingle with excitement...

at my latest inspiration.

But it ain't nothing but a
bunch of scribbled lines.

Throw stones if you must,
B.A...

but I want you to know
that most great artists...

during their lifetime,
were ridiculed and scoffed at.

It was not until
they became a part...

of the great, dark earth,
until they were dead...

that their true genius
was discovered.

And perhaps that fate awaits me.

Be careful, Murdock. You may get B.A.
to test out your theory...

a little earlier
than you planned.

You know, Murdock, I do see
something in your painting.

There I am,
standing over your dead body.

It's just a bunch
of scribbled lines.

Okay, Hannibal, what next?

That's a good question, Peggy.

What is the plan du jour,
Colonel?

First, Face, you got to go
to the art show...

and convince Shawn.

Get him to the point
he's chomping at the bit...

to meet a particular painter.

The great artist of the brush,
palette and canvas...

H.M. Murdock.

Mr. DeLaine?

Thank you.

Shawn.

Pleasant surprise.

Yes, isn't it?
You taking the afternoon off?

I always try to take in these
art fairs whenever I'm able.

There's always the chance
of stumbling across some...

gifted young artist
yet to be discovered.

Oh, I agree wholeheartedly.

Although I must admit
that most of these artists...

should have
left their work at home.

I've found you have to sift through a
ton of dirt to find an ounce of gold.

So true.

That's why it galls me so to see other
painters with so much talent...

who can't ever seem
to get sponsored...

or even get their artwork
placed in a show like this.

If you have someone specific
in mind, out with it.

Actually there is someone
who I'm rather high on lately.

A wonderful painter!

He's part of the vibrant
street scene.

His name is H.M. Murdock.

Murdock? Yes, I believe
I've heard of his work.

Really?

Well, he's a perfect example
of a great artist...

being kept from the public
because of a lack of...

How shall I say?

Appropriate connections.

Mr. DeLaine...

if this Murdock is half
the talent you profess...

I'd like to meet him
immediately.

Well, I think it's possible I might
be able to arrange something.

Splendid.

My light is fading!

I'm losing the light.

I need more light.

Oh, right.
Mr. Murdock, now...

as I was saying,
Mr. Shawn here...

owns a very exclusive
art gallery...

and it would be quite a
boost to your career...

to have your work shown there.

After seeing your work,
Mr. Murdock, I'm convinced...

you have what it takes
to be a great artist.

Can you guarantee me...

that in 100 years,
after I'm gone...

the name Murdock...

will be on a par
with Rembrandt, Picasso...

Van Gogh, Willie Mays...

Willie Mays?

Do you deny that Willie Mays was
a great artist in center field?

With my representation,
Mr. Murdock...

at least I can guarantee
that you'll have a chance.

The rest is up to you.

Then I agree!

Wonderful.

Let us break pizza
to cement the bargain.

Welcome aboard.

Murdock does not shake hands.
Murdock does not play sports.

Murdock does not
open canned food.

Murdock paints.

Mr. Murdock, welcome
to your new studio.

I don't get it.

I've already got a studio.

My studio and I
go back a long way.

Long before home personal
video cassette recorders.

While you're under contract
with the gallery...

this is your studio.

You don't seem to understand!

I need my studio!

I trained inspiration
to meet me at that studio.

Now, how is it going to find me?

If you're unhappy
with the arrangement...

maybe you'd like to return
the $3,000 advance?

No.

No, I can't,
I've already used it...

to pay off my
over seven years' due bills.

Then I suggest you abide by
the terms of the contract...

and sit down.

Now, here's
your first assignment.

I want a reproduction
of this photograph...

a perfect one, I hasten to
add, as soon as possible.

Say, 24 hours.

No. No reproductions.

Murdock is an original.

All in good time, Mr. Murdock.
I assure you.

All young artists
must start on assignment...

before being commissioned
to do their own originals.

I have great confidence
in you, Mr. Murdock.

Don't disappoint me.

Mayday, mayday!
This is Murdock.

Colonel, are you there?

Go ahead, Murdock.

Listen, Colonel, Shawn wants me to
paint a perfect reproduction...

of some picture in 24 hours.

But, I'm plumb
out of sea-lily red.

Well, what does it look like?
Can you describe it?

All right,
there are two ladies...

and two children with rosy cheeks
in a field with red flowers.

And in the background, there are
some trees and a house and...

You know, if I was this
painter, though...

I'd have painted these flowers
a deeper color.

A crimson, definitely a crimson.

It sounds like
Monet's Wild Poppies.

Yeah, I think she's right,
Hannibal. Take a look.

So, Shawn is a specialist
in dealing in art forgeries.

Well, an original Monet...

brought in over a quarter of a million
dollars in France last summer.

How is Murdock gonna copy
this Monet guy's picture?

He can't even paint!

Peggy...

do you think
you could copy this...

if you had, say, 24 hours
straight to paint in?

Yeah, sure. But how're
you gonna get it to him?

I've got an idea.

Okay, Uncle Murdock,
help is on the way.

You careless fool!

This statue is worth
over $10,000.

It goes back
to the Ming Dynasty!

I don't know nothing
about no Chinese food.

All I know is somebody
ordered a pizza...

and somebody better pay for it.

Tepper, take care
of this gentleman.

Look at the size of this thing.

You talking to me?

No.

Here's $1 for yourself.

Yeah. Have a nice day.

Iridescent orange.
Another...

Oh, the light!
I'm losing the light!

Murdock? Your pizza's here.

You haven't delayed...

bringing it down to me,
have you?

I need my pizza heated
to 200 degrees Fahrenheit.

- Is it 200 degrees?
- It's hot!

- It's hot. It's hot.
- Take it!

- It's hot! It's hot!
- It's hot!

You'd be a lousy waiter,
you know that?

- It's hot!
- Hot! Hot!

Man, that guy was ignorant!

I bet I know what this is.

I bet I know what this is.

Well, well, well.

Boy, I didn't know
I paint so good.

Very nice work, Mr. Murdock,
very nice.

All right, you two,
the van's outside.

Be ready to leave in 10 minutes.

Omega Security.

Those are the guys who gave us a hard
time the other night, aren't they?

Right.

Well, they got the painting.

Let's follow them.

Looks like they were expected.

We'll stay put
till they make another move.

There they go, Hannibal.
We're gonna follow them?

We go where that painting goes.

That painting ain't moving.

Your wires must be crossed.
They're taking off.

I'm telling you, Face, that
painting ain't going nowhere.

It must be still in the house.

Well, if our copy's
in the house...

that means they must've
switched it for the original.

I'll bet Brooks
has his guys go around...

and case rich people's
houses for art objects...

when they're in there
installing the alarm system.

Yeah, and then Shawn has
somebody like Speed Miller...

paint perfect reproductions.

And then they come back and switch
the originals for the forgeries.

Nice little scam.

I assume you have
something in mind.

Yes.

This calls for something rich.

Hannibal,
this plan of yours stinks.

Give it a chance, B.A.

Besides, you can use
some new clothes.

Your names?

What do you need our names for?

That's Templeton Peck.

Yes, Mr. Peck,
we're expecting you.

You see, B.A., you can't get
in here without a reservation.

A reservation?

Just to buy clothes?

Hi, Elliot.

Mr. Peck, how marvelous
to see you again!

How are you?

Well, I'm fine, thank you.

My goodness, it's been almost
six months, hasn't it?

Yes, I'm afraid it has.

Elliot, I'd like you
to meet Mr. B.A. Baracus.

Always a pleasure to meet
friends of Mr. Peck's.

Gentlemen, won't you
step this way?

Surely.

Now, what can I do
for you today?

A new tuxedo, perhaps?

How are those custom shirts...

we designed for you holding out?

Well actually, Elliot...

our friend,
Mr. Baracus here...

is in need of a new suit.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Refreshing idea.

Oh dear, I seem to have
run out of tape.

I assume you'll want
to change footwear?

What would you say to a new
Italian loafer, Mr. Baracus?

I say you put your hands
on my boots...

and I'm gonna throw you
through that window.

Well, perhaps instead of
an Italian loafer...

we have some fine
crushed velvet.

I said no shoes.

I warned you.

I said no tie!

Very nice, Elliot.
Very nice.

Yes, sir.
You, too, B.A.

I don't think
it goes with my boots.

Oh, you're a sports figure,
B.A. It'll be fine.

Now, is there anything you might
need in the way of jewelry?

No.

I guess not.

Well, gentlemen...

Ms. Planson here,
has graciously agreed...

to allow Mr. Baracus...

a trial run of the house,
shall we say, for two days.

What about a tennis court?
I didn't see no tennis court.

I'm afraid it doesn't
have a tennis court.

Well, we could put in a
tennis court, couldn't we?

We have to move a few trees--

What about a stove?

A stove?

Is it gas or electric?

It's electric.

I like gas.

Well...

I've got electric
and it gets real hot.

Why don't we give it a try?

Look, Mr. Baracus--

This house
don't have enough windows.

I like more windows.

Listen, maybe this isn't exactly
what you're looking for after all.

Well, now,
wait a second, Ms. Planson.

Mr. Baracus, why--why don't
you listen to the advice...

of your manager here,
and give the place a try?

What do you say?

Okay, I'll sign.

Great.

You got a gymnasium?

Prima donna.

That's very nice, Peggy.
You've got a lot of talent.

Thanks, Face.

This certainly is different from
painting in my little apartment.

Yeah, well,
when Hannibal has a plan...

I like to see it go first class.

Listen, I want to thank you guys for
everything you're doing for Speed.

I know you don't know him
very well...

but he's really
a special person.

He didn't deserve
what happened to him.

Yeah, I can promise you
one thing.

We're going to make those guys
pay for what they did to him.

Peg...

how's my original Renoir coming?

Including drying time, you
should have it tomorrow morning.

10:00?

Terrific.

Hello...

I'd like to make an appointment
to have my house inspected...

for the installation
of a security system.

My assistants will
go through each room...

and take down the measurements.

They'll take some snapshots of the
views to evaluate the accessibility...

of the windows.

Then I'll give you
our estimates...

and go over our various plans...

and see if we can't secure
your home for you.

That'll be fine, sir.

We also stock supplemental alarm
systems for specific items...

like this painting,
for instance...

if it was worth
an excessive amount.

Well, I see you're not a
connoisseur of art, Mr. Brooks.

Because if you were...

you'd know that that painting
is a very valuable piece.

Really?

It is a lost Renoir.

It was found
in a villa in France.

It must have been
hidden for 40 years.

I just acquired it last month.

Well, then I'd imagine
something that rare...

would be worth
a considerable amount.

That's why you're here.

I want that picture
made theft-proof.

Well, don't worry.

I'm sure we can do something
very special for you here.

This is Renoir's long lost...

Young Girl Arranging Earrings.

Hasn't been seen since the
start of the Second World w*r.

It was thought destroyed
all these years.

How much is it worth?

I'd estimate between
$1 million and $1.5 million.

I'll call my broker in Sweden
and have him arrange a buyer.

Murdock should have our
reproduction ready in 24 hours.

Hey, hey, hey!

I'll take care of this,
all right?

Well, that'll be
$5.50, without the tip.

Oh, yeah?
Well, here's $7.

Keep the change.

Enjoy.

Enjoy.

So, if you approve,
Mr. Smith...

we can have your painting
wired and secured today...

and finish the rest
of your house tomorrow.

Well, you have
a very fine reputation.

So let's do it.

Good, we'll get started
immediately.

And to show you our appreciation
of your trust in us...

I'd like to take you
out to lunch.

Well, that's not
at all necessary.

Please, be my guest,
you and your friend.

I know a wonderful spot.

Good food, good music, and an endless
supply of gorgeous young ladies.

How long will it take
your technicians?

Not long. In fact, they should
be leaving any minute now.

Hi, guys.

Hi, Face.

Now, I've got a g*n
pointed right at your belly.

Well, I guess we're covered.

This whole thing was a setup,
wasn't it?

The mansion, the painting.
Murdock, too.

You're pretty quick.

You watch
a lot of game shows, huh?

You know, if I were three feet
in front of a b*llet...

I don't think I'd be cracking
so many jokes.

I knew this plan
wouldn't work, Hannibal.

Hannibal?

Yeah. Hannibal Smith.

We're the A-Team.

Maybe you've heard of us?

Yeah, I've heard of you.

How about that, huh?

I captured the A-Team.

Hey, there's a bounty
on your heads, isn't there?

Yeah, dead or alive, I think.

Okay, Blair, here's your chance
to earn some bonus money.

Now you fill these guys with
a couple pounds of lead...

and you turn them over
to the m*llitary Police.

Then meet me
back at the gallery.

I got a message for Murdock...

and I wanna deliver it
to him personally.

Use my car and...

you be sure
and make it painful, huh?

My pleasure.

Come with me, Tepper.

Come on,
let's move it. Now!

Nice and easy, pretty boy.

Hey, watch it!

Come on.

You were wonderful.

We'd like
Mr. Brooks' car.

Well, I don't...

Yeah, now!

Yes, sir!
This way, here.

We'll bring it back
as soon as we can.

Take your time.

By now, your friends
should be just a bad memory.

Now it's your turn.

Not necessarily, my friends have
perfected the art of escape.

I wouldn't count on it.

Not unless your friends have
perfected coming back from the dead.

Murdock, it's all right.

Look on the bright side, pal.

We didn't dent your Mercedes.

We're glad you guys
hung around long enough...

for us to say thank you.
- It's a pleasure.

Now all those bad guys
are in jail for good.

And all the stolen
masterpieces...

have been returned
to their rightful owners.

And we're happy to report
that we have a refund. Face.

Right, yeah.

Well, let's see,
we had lunch at the bistro.

That was, $123...

B.A.'s suit,
that's $657...

the rental of the Excalibur,
$120 a day for two days...

that's $240 plus gas.

And there's our usual fee,
four men for two days and...

Look, you can just
read it if you like.

The point is...

the balance from all this
comes to $8,000.

Which is still plenty for you to
get that Harvard education...

if you ever decide to.

Hey, Murdock, you crazy fool!
Don't put that in my van!

But I got to! These are
the tools that I need...

to develop
my artistic self, man.

You're gonna develop
a lump on your head...

if you don't get
rid of that junk!

I can't do that. I just can't do it.
I can't stand here...

and just watch myself throw
away my whole new career.

Well, watch me do it then.

Get out of here.

Don't take it so hard, Murdock.

There'll be other careers.

What makes this
such a sad moment for me...

is that the whole time
I was locked...

in that dark, dingy,
dusty, dank dungeon...

there was only one face that
kept popping into my head.

Yeah? Who was that?

B.A.

Now he's turned on me.

Thank you so much.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Okay, guys, let's go.

No, not my lucky brush!

Not my paintbrush!
That's my lucky paintbrush!

That's it, Murdock!

I don't wanna hear another
word about your painting...

because you can't paint nothing.

"Can't paint nothing."

The man knows
where he's going...

but he hasn't
checked his flanks.