04x15 - Members Only

[bunniefuu]

(male narrator) 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.

[g*n f*ring]

(Hannibal)
This is the big surprise?

(Face)
Isn't it fantastic?

Lunch at
the Beverly Bay Club.

It's Friday, Face.

Fridays I sneak into Paramount
and try to hustle...

a job out of
a casting director or two.

Yeah, well, your sneaking
days are over, Hannibal.

'Cause Templeton Peck
is moving up in society.

[sighing]

Here you go.

Well, I'll just leave
the keys in the car.

I still don't see how this is going
to turn my acting career around.

Hannibal, you can meet
more producers here...

at one lunch than you can in a whole
year of sneaking onto studio lots.

This is the lunch spot
in Beverly Hills, you know.

For instance, Jeff Sikorsky...

Head of Bi-Star Productions?
...has lunch here every Friday.

Just like clockwork. Always
orders tuna fish and milk.

Now wait a minute, this is a
very exclusive club, Face.

What are you?
Their token fugitive?

Look, I always wanted
to be a member of this place.

Well, I started putting in
applications before I went to Nam.

In fact, I patterned the DMZ
Racquet Club after this place.

Yes, right down to the sauna
and the men's locker room.

(Face)
Ah, Mr. LeCraw.

Listen, I want you to meet a very
good friend of mine, Hannibal Smith.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Listen, Chuck,
I want to thank you...

and the membership committee
again for all you've done.

Well, it was a very close vote, Mr.
Hemmings, but you are in.

And I couldn't be
more pleased.

[chuckling]

There is still the two-month
trial period, you understand.

Oh, yes, yes, yes,
I'm behind you 100% on that.

We can't be too careful over who we
grant membership into a club like this.

Although, personally, I don't
even see why we need two months.

I mean, I can spot the riffraff
in two days, for crying out loud.

[laughing]

Goodbye.

[sighing] Mr. Hemmings, this club
is going to cost you a fortune.

Yes, well, obviously,
my background wouldn't fly.

Ashley Hemmings, on the other
hand, prepped at Westminster...

yes, and then went on to Yale.

Yes, captain
of the rowing team.

[sighing] Center-midfielder on
the lacrosse team, you know.

Corporate attorney in Century City,
with a second house in Newport Beach.

Can't wait to see his yacht.
Plane. He flies a plane.

Took me two months
to create this guy.

You know, bank records, credit
ratings, driver's license--

Madras shirt,
argyle socks.

Ha-ha!

[birds chirping]

[golf club swishing]

Two for lunch, Mr...
Hemmings.

This way.

Face, are you sure you're
gonna be comfortable...

being a member
of this club?

Hannibal, this is my chance
to be part of the upper crust.

[people chattering]
Thank you.

Which, of course,
is where I belong.

But it's Ashley Hemmings
who's being...

part of the upper crust,
not Templeton Peck.

Well, look, I just wanna
go legit, Hannibal.

Now, I don't want
to end up in prison.

Oh, my gosh.

Jeff Sikorsky,
last table on the left.

One of the key movers and
shakers in Hollywood.

Of course, here, he's just
another member of the club.

I'm not sure about this, Face.
Ashley. I'm Ashley Hemmings.

Funny, you're a dead ringer
for Templeton Peck.

What are you doing at my club?
I'm a guest of Dr. Richter.

Your psychiatrist brings you
to his country club?

Every Friday.

Yes, doubles in the morning,
and a session at lunch.

You see, exercise, it frees up
those associative blockers.

Well, do me a favor, Murdock.

I'm Ashley Hemmings,
and you don't know me.

Oh, what a shame.

I mean, the value of a place like this
is getting to know the right people.

Oh, the doctor's in the locker room.
I'll sign the check.

That's fine, Mr. Murdock.

The man is signing checks.

(Murdock) There you go.
See you next Friday.

I'll be here.

[giggling]

I can't even sign checks
for two more months.

You know, Hannibal, you really
should try the hot pecan pie.

(Murdock)
Simply scrumptious.

[groans]

(Face)
Oh, here he comes.

Keep ii LIP-

[chuckling]

Jeff, how's the fish?

Hey, how's the backhand?

[laughing]

Jeff, Jeff Sikorsky, I'd like you to
meet a dear, dear friend of mine.

Hannibal Smith. Jeff Sikorsky.

How do you do, Mr. Sikorsky?
Oh, please, Jeff.

"Hannibal Smith."
What a great name.

Hannibal is a very fine actor.
He's just in from New York.

Really? You should sh**t
your résumé over to my office.

Mark it personal and confidential.
I'll do that, Jeff.

Does that put me in
for the 10%, Jeff?

[laughs raucously]

Means that you can add it
to my tennis losses, H.M.

Listen, I've gotta run. It's
nice meeting you, Hannibal.

Same, Jeff. Take care.
Bye.

[sighing]

Well, thanks
for the intro.

You told him not to
know you, remember?

You're palling around
with Jeff Sikorsky?

Great exec,
lousy tennis player.

Dr. Richter and I are cleaning
his clock at doubles.

Oh, I don't
believe this.

(Mrs. Prescott) There you are, Ashley.
Oh, no.

I just had to stop by and tell you
that my daughter Adrian is here today.

Really?
Oh, really.

She's playing
the front nine.

She'll probably be making the
clubhouse turn at any minute.

So, why don't we go down there and
I will finally introduce you?

Well, see, I'm sort of
busy here, Mrs. Prescott.

Oh, that's okay, Ash,
you go ahead. I'll be fine.

Oh.

Then it's all settled.
See you down there.

[sighing]

Thanks. Boy, is this lunch
turning south.

Oh, Face, the real benefit of a club like
this is getting to know the right people.

Oh, Hannibal, please, this
daughter's gotta be a real woofer.

[birds chirping]

Well, you're the caddy, it's
your job to mark the lie.

Okay.

I found it.

(Adrian)
Give it to me.

[giggling]

[laughing]

What the heck is this?

It's a golf bag. Who would put
a golf bag in the middle of--

Forget the bag.

Adrian.

Adrian, we can't keep
sneaking around like this.

Don't you think we should
tell your mother about us?

No. Absolutely not.
She'd never understand.

Now shut up
and kiss me.

Adrian is always off in the rough.
She has a terrible slice.

And maybe
you could correct that.

Yeah, look, maybe we should do this
another time. Oh, don't be silly. Adrian!

Oh, my gosh. It's my mother.

Where are you, dear?

Mother, what are you
doing here?

So, this is your-- You were
due back 20 minutes ago.

Now, I could see
your bag from the patio.

So I just decided
that we would surprise you.

I hate surprises.

This is Ashley Hemmings.
Ashley is an attorney.

Another surprise?

Yes, how do you do?

Excuse me,
mind if we play through?

Go ahead! Come on, Mother,
I'm through for the day.

[leaves rustling]

There's a slice
worse than yours, dear.

Oh, Adrian, perhaps we should
give the gentleman a ride.

We don't pick up
hitchhikers.

[exclaims]

I thought you two
should meet.

You know, we have an extra
ticket to the roast tomorrow.

Mother, I told you, I'm busy tomorrow.
Don't be rude, dear.

Rude is trying to marry me
off on the ninth fairway.

Hey, he found our bag.

Hey, you, with the bag!

Keep driving, girls.

Tennis courts are nightlit. There's
an extra putting green there.

That's the front nine, and that's
Faceman chasing someone into the rough.

No sh**ting
in the rough.

[g*n f*ring]

Let's get out of here.

Wait for me, guys!

[g*n f*ring]

(Face) Try to stay off
the fairway, okay,guys?

Move it out of here!
Come on!

(Face)
Oh, no.

(Face)
Fore!

(Face)
Playing through!

(Face)
Oh, no, not on the green!

Well...

Chuck LeCraw
is gonna love this.

(Chuck) You have been a
member for a week...

and we find your golf cart
upside down on the eighth green.

On a green, yet!

Chuck, listen, I'm really
very sorry about all this...

but those two players
were sh**ting at that caddy.

What two players? The two players
that jumped over the wall.

Mr. Hemmings, our members usually
leave the club through the lobby.

Well, I don't think these guys
were members. See, they had g*ns.

Oh.

Well, Andy Brumby, who was
crouched for a putt on seven...

says you
had the g*n.

Me? A g*n?
Mmm.

Look, according to
the starter's sheet...

those players were signed in as
guests of a Mr. Bob McKeever.

(Chuck) He claims these
men were brought...

into the club by you,
Mr. McKeever.

Chuck, I didn't have any guests today.
Somebody must have signed my name.

And I thought
we had a rule...

about guests signing in with
members present and all that.

You're absolutely
right, Bob.

Besides, my guests keep their
firearms mounted on the wall.

[all laughing]

Gin.

Super.

Well, boys, that's it.

62, 25 for gin is 87.

Plus the four that you lost
when he knocked.

Well, let's see,
that makes $10 a point and--

$1,862.

How did you do that? Oh, well,
it's just a talent I have.

Well, sorry
to bother you, Bob.

(McKeever)
No bother.

I'm on probation.
Can you believe that?

(Hannibal)
I'm sorry, Face.

Face?

Hannibal? Ash.

Look, who are you?
What's going on?

We're the guys who know what
you were doing in the rough...

with a caddy
named Frank Pallotta.

So?

So? Honey, the guys
with the g*ns...

were trying to k*ll
that caddy friend of yours.

We can't have things like that going
on at the country club, now, can we?

If I were you,
I'd tell us where he is.

Otherwise you may wind up explaining
that to your mother at his funeral.

All right, let's go.

[snorts]
Attorney, huh?

(Landrum)
For you, Bob.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Any luck?
Yeah, we got an address...

on that caddy
that grabbed the bag.

Good.

Now you go over there
and terminate the deal.

You sure?
Absolutely.

But make sure you get a refund first.
Yes, sir.

Oh, and there's a new member
here named Ashley Hemmings.

I think you may have run
into him on the golf course.

I think that you may wanna
take the time to meet him.

Yes, sir.

Right.

Vice presidents.

You gotta remind them every
day how to conduct business.

[knocking at door]

(Adrian)
Frank, are you home?

(Hannibal) Looks like we're not
the only ones on his trail.

Face, you and Adrian
check the bedroom.

[birds chirping]

Hold it, kid!

I don't have it. Look, I'm
telling you, I don't have it!

Relax, man, your
girlfriend wanna see you.

A golf bag filled with money?

That must have been the reason
they were chasing me.

This bag was packed solid
full of cash, $100 bills.

The golf bag.

What do you think, Face?
What would it hold?

Well, a golf bag's
about three feet high...

and let's say, oh,
16 inches in diameter...

and then there's those little side pockets
where you keep the balls and tees, and...

Yeah, see, each packet
is $10,000..

So, I'd say you could stuff
about $2 million in there...

and still have room
for a couple of golf clubs.

Where's the bag?

Well, I stashed it in the rough
when I jumped over the wall.

The thing was really
slowing me down.

You left $2 million
in the woods?

Money isn't everything,
Adrian.

But it ain't nothing. Let's get
that bag before somebody else does.

You locate that caddy?

We tore his place up.
No bag, no caddy--

Find the caddy and make him
take you to the bag.

That means coming
back to the club.

You come on back,
I'll arrange cover for you.

Tell Yelvington to go back to the airport.
We don't want to raise any eyebrows.

Yes, sir.

(Frank)
I think I ran over that way.

Bingo.

Oh, yes.

Take a look.

[chuckles]

Funny money.

It's counterfeit?
Just paper.

So, we got a bag
full of counterfeit dough...

and two hook-nosed golfers
trying to pick it up.

Those thugs were signed in
with McKeever...

whose guests
don't carry g*ns...

but nonetheless were sh**ting
at our boy Frank here.

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

You just can't waltz
into the Beverly Bay...

and sign in
as a guest of a member.

Nay, they watch this place
pretty close.

Good point, Murdock.

What does this guy McKeever
do for a living?

He's the president
of Merchant Security Bank.

I love it.

I knew it, I knew it. All
these rich folks are crooks.

That is a gross
generalization...

when applied to an entire
sociological target group.

Yeah, but it's true.

[scoffs]

Come on,
I wanna meet this guy.

Why do we have to
hide it here?

Because we have to
get to it quickly.

This is just temporary.

I'm doomed. I'll never
get off probation now.

I can say I "was" a member
of Beverly Bay Club.

Yeah, for a week.

All right, we got a bag of
funny money and a banker.

Now, what else do we know
about McKeever?

He plays gin for $10 a point.
Golf, too.

I've heard talk around the club
about his game. It's high stakes.

I think McKeever's handicap
is about an eight.

Hmm.

A gambler. I bet the guy
just hates to lose. Okay.

We'll get him
in a golf game.

Face, you and Murdock get rid of whomever
he's supposed to play with today.

Well, how do you propose
to meet McKeever?

Well, we're all members of
the same club, right, Face?

[stammering]

No! We're...

How you doing,
sweetheart?

Nice to see you all.

Well, my goodness, you really
like those walnuts, don't you?

[laughing]
Oh, I love them.

They're full of vitamins,
minerals, linoleic acid.

That's what I keep
telling the little missus.

Bob McKeever.
Hannibal Smith.

You know, I found a great way
to get rid of the shells.

Yeah? What's that?
I just started tossing them.

I can sit on my back porch and
throw them 30 yards into my lake.

Impossible. Too light. No, all you
have to do is work on your throw.

See, you start
with a whole nut.

Then you get down, you can
pitch those shells a mile.

It's like working out
with a medicine ball.

How far would you say it is
to the ninth tee over there?

Fifty, sixty yards.

I can toss a walnut over that tee.
Impossible. Too light.

For $100?

Are you trying to hustle me, Mr.
Smith? No.

For nothing. Gentlemen's bet.
What do you say, Bob?

$500 says you can't pitch it
over the ninth tee.

$500? That's kind of steep.

Come on, it's action. No fun
if there's no risk, hmm?

Okay.

You play golf?
Sure.

Want a chance to win your money back?
You bet I do.

Yep, we've got to
play someday.

It's too bad that
I've got a partner today.

There you are.
Five Ben Franklins.

I'll see you.
You bet.

Gluing that ball bearing in
that walnut shell was perfect.

Go to work
on the golf balls.

It's gonna be good,
Hannibal.

[chortling]

Pretty good,
pretty good.

All right, once again, now. Don't break
the wrist. Keep it down like this.

Nice and tight.
Jimmy, listen...

My favorite grip.

All right, listen, I'm looking
for Bob McKeever's golf partner.

Yeah, I just
met the gentleman.

He's over there, putting
his clubs in the cart.

Thanks.
You got it.

Unbelievable.

Of all the country clubs
in Los Angeles...

General Fulbright has to be
a member of my club.

Face, you're gonna to have to get
plastic surgery. No, I'm not.

Face, we got to dangle the fox in
front of the hounds. No, we don't.

Face, it's got to be you.
It can't be me, because--

No! No! Listen, you
have got to be a caddy.

You've got to be kidding.

No. Oh, and have my car brought
around front. I will not!

Tip the guy a buck.
No!

[clears throat]

Ashley, I've been looking
all over for you.

Mrs. Prescott, listen, I really
can't stop and chat right now.

I just wanted to apologize
for Adrian's behavior.

All is forgiven,
now if you'll excuse me, I--

[groaning]

Peck!

Excuse me, ladies.

[tires screeching]

What is going on here?

That's it! He's history!

[tires screeching]

What do you mean, he's
called away on business?

He's a general.
What are we, at w*r?

The general, he sends
his regrets, sir.

Great. Now who the hell
am I supposed to play?

[birds chirping]

Mr. Smith.

Well, Mr. McKeever.

Yeah.
The walnut pitcher.

How'd you like to play nine?
Sure. What are the stakes?

$500 a hole too rich
for your blood?

No, $500 would be
just about right.

Great.

It's gonna be fun.

You betcha.

Nice sh*t.

That is quite a hook.

Yeah, I can never tell where
the heck it's gonna land.

What did you say that
you did for a living?

Well, I recover valuable
objects for people.

I always thought this green
broke the other way.

Must be all the rain.

You're quite a player,
Mr. Smith. You're up $500.

Your honor.

Hello, this is Ashley Hemmings.
I'd like an outside line, please.

[enunciating]
Hemmings.

You got a real
soft touch, boss.

Mmm.

Yeah, Trans Allied Express?

This is Bob McKeever,
Merchant Security Bank...

and, well, there's something
I need to check.

[door opening]

[door closing]

(Fulbright) I lost them. I
can't believe they got away.

But at least they'll be back.

(Case)
Seems unlikely, sir.

Believe me, Sergeant,
they'll be back.

They're here.
I can smell them.

Run me a shower,
Sergeant. Hot.

[door sliding]

Pressure's on, Bob.

Well, you got to hit it.

Chuck!

I was just
looking for you.

Listen,
about those statues...

I'm sorry.

A double bogey. Another
hole for me, Bob.

Yes, I'm down
six holes to two.

That's $2,000. What do you say we play
for double or nothing on the ninth hole?

Well, I haven't been completely
straight with you, Bob.

Remember what I do
for a living?

You're some kind
of a locator.

Right, and I've located
something you want.

Maybe we could
play for that.

What could you possibly
have that I want?

It's our stuff, boss.

Who the hell are you?

We're the A-Team...

and we've got your $2 million
of funny money.

But I'm willing
to let it ride...

on the last hole.

What's my side? You win,
you get the money, I walk.

I win, you still get the
money, but you give us 50%.

We're getting a real criminal
element in this club.

We'll have to speak to the
membership committee about it.

You're on.

[device short-circuiting]

Well, it looks like
your luck is changing.

No, no, I insist, Bob.

You go ahead,
it'll add to the suspense.

You asked for it.

That's a gimme.

[ball clattering in cup]

Well, you'll have to
sink that to win.

Are you ready
to concede?

Are you kidding? This is
the best part of my game.

Ha!

Game.

Not quite.

[g*n cocking]
I'll have my money.

Are you gonna pull g*ns right
here on the golf course?

You've got it.

Okay.

[g*n cocking]

Why are you sticking
your noses into all this?

'Cause you stink up
the entire country club...

and you got
my favorite caddy fired.

We caddies
are a rough bunch.

[grunting]

[groaning]

What would the A-Team
be doing at Beverly Bay?

Doesn't make sense,
General.

[machine g*ns f*ring]

No, not in my club,
they don't. Come on.

Nice sh*t, Colonel.

[exclaims]

Look at that.

Come on, let's go.

Fulbright!

[g*n f*ring]

I'm out.
I can't believe I'm out.

Months of hard work
down the drain.

Just because
of a few...

indiscretions.

Just because I shower fully
dressed-- Face. Face.

What?
What did you find out?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
Trans Allied Express.

Yeah, they transport
cash for banks.

And guess who one
of their biggest clients is?

Merchant Security Bank.
Bob McKeever. Bingo.

And did they throw him
out of the club?

No, no, no,
he's still a member.

Yeah, well, anyway, they've got a
huge load going out later today.

Does the club own that
wooded area back there?

Yeah.

I think they're storing the counterfeit
money somewhere in those woods.

You stumbled on a pick-up point when
you found that golf bag in the rough.

I don't understand. What's it
got to do with the airport?

McKeever's bank ships cash cross-country
using Trans Allied Express.

Now, I think McKeever intends
to take the bank's cash...

and switch it
for the counterfeit money.

But just to have
the right kind of ashes...

'cause I'll bet
right after the switch...

the plane blows up.

Then the pilot
just bails on out.

And the counterfeit
money burns...

and McKeever winds up with $2
million, real money, in cash.

Which no one is looking for...

because it supposedly
b*rned up in the crash.

That's a pretty good plan, Hannibal.
Yeah.

Is there a shack
or something back in there?

Oh, yeah, there's this old boarded-up
building that Adrian and I...

ran across.

Face, you and Frank, go back, get
into the club, and find that shack.

Keep your eye on it. When they're
ready to move, let us know.

Take a walkie-talkie.
we'll get ready for them here.

Colonel, there's just
one little problem:

I'm no longer a member.

Oh, I can sneak you in.

You can?

Sure, I do it
all the time.

You would be surprised how many
people out there on the course...

aren't even members.

No security. No respect for new members.
Criminals playing gin.

You know something? I'm glad
I'm not a member of this club.

So are we, Face.
Yeah, who needs it?

Mr. Hemmings.
Chuck!

What are you doing here?

Trying to sneak into
Beverly Bay now, are we?

Well, look, Chuck, I know
haven't been a model member...

but we've discovered something
you are not gonna believe.

Mr. Hemmings, I am not interested
in anything you have to say.

Now, will you please leave the
property before I call the police?

And you too, son.

There's a major counterfeiting
operation going on at this club.

Right. You see, there's a shed
back there-- Wait a minute.

What were you doing
back there?

Well, that's a long story.

But that shed is being used to
store some very funny money.

And Bob McKeever's
behind the whole thing.

Bob McKeever, huh?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, that's quite
an accusation.

But even if it is true, you
won't live to tell about it.

Oh, Chuck,
not you, too.

I'm afraid so.

Yeah, well, actually, it restores
my faith in human nature.

[people chattering]

Excuse me.

[tapping over PA]

Please take your seats now.
Thank you very much.

Hi.

(Greene) As General
Fulbright once told me...

”If you have
an intellectual problem...

"ask an officer.

”He'll know a sergeant
who knows the answer."

[all laughing]

You know, when I went into the Army...
That waiter.

...they asked me my religion.

That's Peck.
Hold him I was a devout...

I need you to help out on the dais.
But--

Just do it, please.
Right.

[all laughing] I'm telling
you, that waiter's Peck.

Begging the General's
pardon, sir...

but I think you've got
A-Team on the brain.

(Greene) You know something?
This stuff kills me...

and I wish it'd k*ll you.

[all laughing]

General Fulbright
confided in me...

he said, ”Shecky,
in 30 years in the Army...

"I only had one disappointment:
I never once...

”saw Bob Hope.”

[all laughing]

Let me tell you something else
about this wonderful man.

He's a soldier's general.

He once said to me, ”Shecky,
I slept in a pup tent."

Peck!
Who?

[groaning]

(Greene)
What's happening?

Could you give me a hand, Mr.
Greene? Thank you.

[exclaiming]

Stop him! Stop that man!
He's one of the A-Team!

[waiters groaning]

Ashley, you're a waiter.
Oh, no, it's a smoking jacket.

[exclaiming]

[tires screeching]

(Face) These guys are
armed to the teeth.

Got you, Lieutenant. Out.

We're gonna need
something outrageous.

The A-Team, huh?

They've got another
thought coming...

if they think they're
gonna stop this load.

All right.

Pretty quiet.
I like it.

Well, set the timer
and you're off.

See you in a few days.

[beeping]

Hey, is this the flight
to Cucamonga?

We're all fueled up.
You've got the wrong plane.

I don't think so, sucker!

Hey, Hannibal, we got big trouble.
Fulbright's right on my tail.

[tires screeching]

There's a b*mb in that plane that's
set to go off in three minutes.

Murdock, get this
plane in the air.

(Hannibal)
B.A., get the van.

[beeping]

[g*n f*ring]

[steam hissing]

[beeping]

Do you mind
if I play through?

Well, this is typical.

One minute, you're the member
of an exclusive club...

the next minute, you're a waiter.
A fake waiter.

I'm sorry about you
losing your membership.

[sighing]

Why don't you become
one of Dr. Richter's patients?

Then maybe he can bring
you here as a guest.

(Hannibal) Yeah, look on
the bright side, Face.

Chuck LeCraw and Bob McKeever
lost their memberships, too.

Yeah, they'll probably start
their own club in prison.

Well, we did gain
one new member.

Frank and I
are getting married.

Congratulations.

I really wanna thank you guys
for giving me the arrest...

and letting me collect
the insurance company reward.

(Frank) I guess I'm
finally one of them.

Too bad.

What about your mother?

Frank insists we invite
her to the wedding.

It's time.

Hannibal, are you sure you
wanna go through with this?

Face, this is the
opportunity of a lifetime.

[people laughing]
He will never forget it.

And besides, it took them two
days to put this roast together.

It's the least
we can do.

Okay.

I was in the Army two days when
General Fulbright stopped me...

and he said, "What's the matter, soldier?
Don't you see this uniform?"

I said, ”What are you complaining about?
Take a look at the rag they gave me."

[all laughing]

But you wanna know
something, General?

I was a good soldier.
I saved 280 men.

I sh*t the cook.

[all laughing]

What's this?

[cocks g*n]

You're gonna
love this, General.

We got a critic in the room.

I understand we have
a very special friend...

of the General's
here with us tonight.

He'd like to pay his respects.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's
have a nice, warm welcome...

for Colonel
John "Hannibal" Smith.

[all cheering]

Shecky,
ladies and gentlemen...

I'd like to say a few words
about General "Bull" Fulbright.

A man I've known all my life.

Needless to say, we don't
call him "Bull" for nothing.

[exclaiming]