"This is a changing neighborhood." "Nobody put their hands on my mother and live to tell about it." "Just sit back and enjoy the pleasures of air travel." "Well, if you weren't such a wimp about flying...." "Why don't you two slimeballs bug off." "Says who?" "Says me!" "Throw him out, Murdock." "Who are you?" "Mrs. Murdock." "[crashing] I don't want any of them to get out of this alive." "(male narrator) In 1972, 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." "[gun firing]" "(Harry Carey on radio) Hello again, everybody." "With Hall of Famer Lou Boudreau..." "Dwayne Statz and Vince Lloyd... this is Harry Carey at Wrigley Field." "The Cubs are leading 5-2." "Here's Sandberg." "And a home run and a double." "Nice and tall, rangy left-hander." "Now the pitch." "There's a drive, way back... it might be, it could be...." "It is!" "Holy cow!" "What a show Sandberg is putting on!" "Boy, that's great hitting." "Great clinic put on here today." "(man) Foxy mama coming." "Hey, girl, you gonna invite me up to your place?" "Please let me pass." "What's your hurry, cutie?" "We're just getting to know one another." "(Rico) Hmm?" "[Carey chattering on radio]" "Don't." "Where you going?" "(Mrs. Baracus) You boys just get right out of here." "You wanna party, too, Mama?" "The more the merrier." "I told you last week, I'm gonna call the police... if you don't stop hanging around on this stoop." "Uh-uh-uh-uh!" "We live here now." "We're your new neighbors." "(Rico) Yeah, we moved into 310." "The police ain't gonna come... and throw us out of our own apartment building, would they?" "Huh?" "Huh?" "I'm gonna get the super." "You don't need no more keys, someone broke the lock." "I don't know just what's going on around here... but I'm warning you, you better behave." "Or what?" "Where's Mr. Sullivan?" "He made a career move." "I'm the new super." "Who are you?" "Karen Messing, 305." "Would you please come outside?" "There's something I think you should see." "[children chattering]" "You better learn to respect those who live around you." "This is a changing neighborhood." "I'll change your face." "[grunting] Are you all right?" "You boys have buried yourselves deep." "Thanks for the help." "It may no longer be desirable to live in this building." "[Rico laughing]" "(Carey) ...the second time this year Sandberg's" "Game called on account of darkness." "I'm gonna call my son." "And he's gonna take care of each and every one of you." "[exclaiming]" "(Rico) We're shaking in our boots, lady." "Who is this guy, King Kong?" "[car phone ringing]" "No, no, no." "No way." "I swear I didn't give this number to my date." "Denise Hall was the only time that happened, right?" "If you'd have seen her, you'd agree she was a true emergency." "Lou's Delivery." "Yeah, what do you want?" "It's long distance." "It's for Mr. B.A. Baracus... the head of the A-Team." "[all exclaiming] [tires screeching]" "They broke my mother's arm." "Nobody put their hands on my mother and live to tell about it." "We're going to Chicago right now, Hannibal." "B.A.?" "Now take it easy." "We're behind you on this thing 100%." "Sure, B.A., whatever you say." "Remember, you're our leader." "Look, man, I know I exaggerate sometime, but you do it all the time." "Actually, I always felt you had leadership potential." "Hey, man, we gotta find the fastest way possible to get to my mother." "That's gonna mean flying, big guy." "That's right, flying." "You sure that's what you wanna do?" "Yeah." "This time, no commercial flights, they're always late." "We can't be late." "Faceman, I want you to scam a plane." "Better yet, make that a jet." "2,000 miles in a private jet?" "I mean, fuel's $1 .85 a gallon." "That's expensive, B.A." "Maybe we should consider driving to Chicago." "I wanna fly!" "He wants to fly." "Look, big guy, now that you got the acrophobia licked... just sit back and enjoy the pleasures of air travel." "You know, Hannibal, ain't nothing to this flying." "Just think, I've been a fool for all these years." "You're doing fine, B.A." "This is your Captain speaking." "We're number two for takeoff." "I will be turning off the No Smoking sign... as soon as we reach our assigned altitude of 30,000 feet." "Until we do, I ask you to remain in your seat... and keep your seat belt fastened in case we run into any unexpected turbulence." "We're just waiting for our final clearance here." "(B.A.) Mama's waiting, fool!" "And there it is." "Are you okay, B.A.?" "Maybe he needs a little air, Face." "Right." "Now, that's the kind of service you don't get on coach." "Mama, mama." "Come on in." "Oh baby, I'm so glad to see you." "Oh, and this must be Hannibal." "Mrs. Baracus." "And Face." "How do you do?" "He doesn't look like a crazy man." "Wait till you get to know me." "Well, welcome to Chicago." "Give us a little smile, ma'am." "Cut it out, fool." "No, that's all right, Murdock." "I have so few pictures of Scooter and me." "Scooter?" "Scooter?" "Scooter?" "Well, yeah, you see... when B.A. was about knee-high... his father gave him a little toy truck." "And he used to scoot this thing around the living room... and wear my carpet down all day long." "Then he'd take that thing to bed with him at night." "Oh, Ma, nobody call me Scooter any more." "Well, you'll always be Scooter to me." "I don't care how much jewelry you wear." "A boy shouldn't wear more jewelry than his mother... don't you agree?" "Ah, well, I think Scooter has a certain style... that allows for an excessive amount of jewelry." "Well, I never will get used to it." "Oh, excuse me, honey." "This is my friend, Karen." "She's my upstairs neighbor." "(Face) How do you do?" "Hi." "How do you do?" "Now, I want you all to come on in... and dig in and enjoy yourselves." "Come on in here now." "Oh, Mama, you don't have to go spending those money on us." "Now, don't you go telling me what to do." "You may be the head of this A-Team... but you're not the head of this house, until I'm in my grave." "And besides, Scooter, it's deli, your absolute favorite." "Now, you tell your troops to chow down or dig in or whatever it is you say." "Permission, sir?" "Proceed." "Oh, yeah, Mama, has that Army dude been coming around looking for me?" "Especially at Christmastime." "I'm sorry, Mama, I haven't been around on the holidays." "Well, if you weren't such a wimp about flying... we could see each other more often." "I'd love to fly him anywhere, Mrs. B." "Ain't that nice?" "I can see how come you and Scooter so close." "But anyway, it shouldn't take something like this to get us together." "You're right, Mama." "I'm sorry." "Well, that's all right, son." "You're here now." "We got one heck of a problem." "Karen here, she's an attorney... that's why I wanted you all to meet her." "As far as I've researched... we have very little recourse here." "They just seem intent on emptying these units." "You and your husband live in the building?" "I'm single." "I have a two-bedroom on the third floor." "Ah, I'd love to see it sometime." "Scooter, honey, you gotta do something." "What's the plan, B.A.?" "Yeah, we need a plan." "Let me think." "You know, you were saying on the plane we could take over your mother's lease." "Now, that might be just the thing." "That's right, Mama, we're gonna take over your lease." "And where am I supposed to stay?" "B.A. thought you might move in with a friend temporarily." "Yeah, that's other part of my plan." "Yes, I would love to have you, Mrs. Baracus." "Well, I appreciate that, Karen." "Good." "The plan is working already." "Karen, do you have a tenants' association in this building?" "No." "No tenants' association?" "No wonder this has been going on." "Maybe we should form one." "What do you think, B.A.?" "Good idea, Hannibal." "We need one of those." "That's the first step." "Boy, B.A., you've got us on the jazz now." "Oh, he loves it when a plan comes together." "What's a committee gonna do for us?" "I got junkies living right next door to me." "I'd rather have the guy back with the stereo." "According to the building chapter... we have the right to form a tenants' committee... to voice complaints to both the landlords and the city." "(Hirsch) Complain." "Right." "Half the building's not here because..." "Rico and the other guys found out about the meeting." "You know what they said they'd do to us if we even showed up?" "I wish we had the strength to put these guys in their place." "We can do that for you." "But who are you?" "We're just a group of concerned citizens." "We're dealing with criminals here." "What we need is a police force." "We can be your police force." "These guys wanna get rough, we can get rough." "I sure would like to see that... but I've got a wife and kid to think about." "You wouldn't have to be involved." "All you folks would have to do is just keep your doors locked... for the next few days and we'll take care of Rico." "I sure would like to see these guys get their heads handed to them." "You would, huh?" "Look at this." "We missed the start of the meeting." "This is a closed meeting." "Why don't you two slimeballs bug off." "Says who?" "Says me!" "[screaming]" "[gurgling]" "Now, you two find somewhere else to live." "And don't stop to tell Alvarez what happened." "We're out of your lives." "A wise decision." "Throw him out, Murdock." "Now, the tenants' meeting is reconvened." "Where's Rico and Little Tommy?" "I don't know." "I haven't seen them since last night." "They were supposed to break up that meeting last night." "Excuse me, I'm coming through." "I need some space here." "The Sleeper followed by Walking the Dog." "No applause, please." "Hey, geeko, go yo-yo somewhere else." "I can't." "My mommy told me not to stray too far from the building." "She might want to send me to the store or something." "I never see you around here before." "[clicking tongue] We just moved into Mrs. Baracus' apartment." "We sublet around the world." "Hey, you can't do that, you can't sublet!" "Why can't we?" "Because I'm the super, that's why." "Mr. Alvarez, I'm pleased to meet you." "My mom is the new head of the Tenants' Association Committee... and she gave me this little list of things that need to be fixed around the building." "You ain't listening, kid." "I said you can't live here!" "They told us we could." "You see, we have to live here." "You see, we were living out in Evanston... which made me inadmissible for the City Championships... which were to be held in the beautiful Aragon Ballroom." "Oh, my goodness!" "You had a complaint about the lock?" "This is the head of the Tenants' Committee?" "You got a problem with the heat?" "My handyman will make all the necessary repairs." "What's he going to do?" "[glass shattering] Oh!" "Now you'll get a nice little cross breeze." "He's so clumsy." "Please, stop." "We haven't done anything to you." "I'm gonna have to ask you fellows to leave." "You know, I've always wondered if the light was on when the door was closed." "Let's find out." "The answer to an age-old question." "Oh!" "You forgot to break this." "Very funny, yo-yo man." "[Murdock grunting]" "Please, not his yo-yo hand." "I think it's time we had a little talk with the head of the Tenants' Committee." "You see, lady, you cannot sublet this apartment." "And you certainly cannot come into this building and tell us how to run it." "Now, we know you may have some inconvenience in your moving... so we're willing to pay you..." "$25 for your expenses." "And you have 24 hours to pack your bags." "Oh, H.M., H.M." "Don't worry, Mom, we'll find us another place to live." "(Face) You know, B.A., I think we're moving up in the world." "Just give me five minutes." "Trouble?" "Piece of cake." "I didn't tell you could sit down." "Yes, sir, Mr. Plout." "Here's your $250." "How soon can you clear the joint?" "After tonight, they'll all march in a straight line." "Good." "Couple of days, I got a place for you on Addison." "Yeah?" "Maybe, after we move down on the place in Addison... I charge three" "Maybe, after you move into that place on Addison... I break every bone in your body." "I can get anybody to drink beer and get sick on people's shoes." "Always a pleasure." "Harrington Management." "Now what would a slob like Alvarez be doing... reporting to a high-priced management company?" "And not using the phone to do it." "You know, I have gone through all these rental records... and there is no mention of a management company to run this building." "So, that's it." "I knew something big was going on." "Come on, Scooter, let's go down and turn them guys upside down... and see what falls out of their pockets." "Take it easy, Mama." "Now where did you learn to talk like that from?" "Don't you "take it easy" me." "Where do you think you got your fighting stock from to become the head of the A-Team?" "Mrs. Baracus... I think we should let the head of the Tenants' Committee handle this." "I tried to stop them, Mr. Plout." "Who the hell are you?" "No, that's all right, you don't have to stand up." "I am Mrs. Murdock." "I'm chairwoman of the Tenants' Committee... for 700 Foster Avenue." "Yeah?" "Well, turn that dune buggy around and roll on out of here." "Not until I read my list of complaints, young man." "Show him, H.M." "Here's one for you... and there's one for us." "Yes." "H.M. typed two copies." "He's such a clever boy." "Did you know... he won the Regional Hula-Hoop Championship... when he was only eight years old?" "But my real ambition is the yo-yo." "Shut up, kid." "Look, lady, somebody's obviously mistaken." "I don't have anything to do with 700, Foster." "But Mr. Alvarez pointed us in this direction." "Mr. Alvarez did?" "Well, your Mr. Alvarez must've had a few too many beers." "Ah, you know him, because that's all he does... all day long." "Rock the cat in the cradle." "You see?" "Now... apartment 31 2 needs a new refrigerator... and the wiring on the fourth floor... is, you'll pardon the expression, exposed." "The fire escape on the east side is rusted... and it won't...." "Well, it won't go down properly at all." "And we were promised... skylights in the lobby." "Hey!" "Enough!" "Now you and the space cadet hit the streets before I throw you out the window." "You can't be that nasty." "Even you must have a mother." "Around the World." "Get them out of my sight!" "Thanks for coming by." "Meeting's over." "Oh, not quite." "Now, son." "Look, The Sleeper, Mom." "[chuckling] Oh, H.M." "Now, I urge you to heed the list." "You have until 5:00 tonight." "If you do not take appropriate action... we will be forced... to mail our list to the Housing Commission." "Thank you for taking the time to see us." "[crashing]" "(Plout) Yeah, same problem, Mr. Chadway." "I told you not to use the telephone." "We got a big problem." "If you wish to meet with me... you can set up an appointment and come by my office." "Hey!" "700 Foster Avenue, okay?" "You ain't gonna get it." "I'll make some time for you." "Good." "He's on the move." "Slide over." "Do you mind if I do the honors?" "Okay, be my guest." "Somebody hit your car." "What?" "This isn't my day." "Maybe it was an old lady in a wheelchair." "Please send him in." "My, what a lovely office it is." "A priest hit my car?" "You must be Mr. Phillip Chadway." "I recognize you from your picture in the newspapers, you know." "Yes, Father-- Shawn O'Herlihy." "It's a real pleasure." "And I must say, I'm a great fan of the Titans, they're a great bunch of footballers." "And I tell you, they're gonna be in the Super Bowl next year." "From your mouth to God's ear, Father." "How bad is the damage?" "Well, I'm afraid I whacked it a pretty good one." "I just got the thing last week and already it gets nailed?" "Take it easy, David." "Actually you're very lucky." "A lot of people would have just driven away." "Oh, my, no. I couldn't have that on my conscience, now, could I?" "No, Father, it shouldn't take a priest to find an honest man." "Oh, so right you are." "So, here is my number." "Now you just give me a call and I'll send you a check." "Yeah, right." "Right." "Well, it's been such a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Chadway." "I wonder if you might accept this wee gift from the diocese." "It's the new edition of St. Patrick's Proverbs For The Good Life." "With a new larger type print." "Well, thank you, Father, that's very kind of you." "Well, I must be on my way." "I've got a funeral at 4:00, you know." "Well, good day, gentlemen and bless you all." "(Chadway) You were saying?" "(Plout) I never saw anything like it." "They tore up the whole place." "If we lose that building, we could lose the whole project." "Millions of dollars are at stake." "(Plout) They ain't leaving." "Then crank it up to 10." "I want those people out of there." "I can't get the Mayor to support my redevelopment program... without those apartments being empty." "So, you do whatever you have to do... and they can't trace it back to me." "I don't own the building." "Well, it doesn't take a genius to see what Chadway's up to." "There's been an awful lot of real estate activity lately in just one city block." "Well, he must have something big in mind if he needs the entire block." "Another one of his hotels from outer space." "He's got this building, this building and this building." "And guess whose building is right in the middle?" "Mama's building." "Right." "Well, he's probably buying them for a song by using phony buyers." "Sure. lf they knew about his hotel, they'd charge him 10 times as much." "(Hirsch) This is Team Three." "The rear of the building is clear." "Out." "It's all clear on the roof." "Headed down to Three." "Team One, Team Two." "Come in, please." "(Mrs. Baracus) What is your location?" "I've just come from Two." "We should have someone on every floor by now." "I'm coming back up." "(Lang) The basement seems quiet." "No suspicious activity." "Team Two, will you please meet Mrs. Jackson on Four." "I do not want her going into that basement alone." "Try to make it look like an accident." "Hey, just too many appliances in one socket, huh?" "(Alvarez) Place needed redecorating anyway." "Face, we gotta find out... who is the legal owner of 700 Foster Avenue." "Well, a little visit to the City Hall should do the trick." "We got smoke on One!" "Guys, get the building cleared." "Come on." "Everybody, out!" "We got a fire on One!" "Let's go." "Come on, let's go." "There's a fire." "Listen, Mama." "Don't panic." "Don't panic... till you're out the front door." "B.A... see if you can get this open here." "They trashed all the fire equipment but the building's clear." "Give me that drain pipe." "I got it." "I got it." "[screaming]" "Nice work, Murdock." "Yeah." "Yeah, baby." "That's my son." "The police are on the way." "I'm placing you under citizen's arrest." "You try to make a move and I'll slap you silly." "And you can tell your friend, Mr. Chadway... that the Tenants' Committee is still in business." "[siren wailing] Tell him that we love it here." "(Plout) Thanks for bailing me out of jail, Mr. Chadway." "Just find out who the hell those guys are, understand me?" "Yeah." "And one more thing, Plout." "No more visits." "From now on, I'll call you." "Dorothy, what's the verdict?" "It's going to be another smashing success, Mr. Chadway." "Your father would be very proud of you." "Oh, thank you." "[children chattering] I'm sorry, Mrs. B." "That's all right, Murdock." "It's nice to have somebody... under foot around the house, if you know what I mean." "Baby, this one's yours." "Thank you, Mama." "Hey, Hannibal." "This thing is dead." "He must have found it and broken it." "Okay." "Face, find out who owns 700 Foster Avenue." "Well, I'll need some help." "Uh, Karen, why don't you and I pay a visit to City Hall?" "I tried that three times and I just keep getting stonewalled." "Well, it's not who you ask, it's how you ask that counts." "Murdock, you and B.A. get over to Chadway Plaza and keep an eye on that guy." "Scooter and I are on our way, Colonel." "Chicago." "Summer. 1985." "Little did Phillip Chadway, the Whiz of the Windy City realize... that he was soon to leave this world the way he came in, crying." "For the Untouchables, led by the incorruptible Eliot "Scooter" Baracus... were about to rain on his corporate parade." "I got to work with this crazy fool?" "[door opening] [door closing]" "There it is again." "What?" "The quiet." "I never quite get used to it." "Lot of memories in this old house." "I remember the day that Scooter came and told me... that he had signed up for the Army." "He was just a boy. 18." "They told him they'd teach him a trade." "He'd come home a trained mechanic... and maybe be able to have a shop of his own." "I was just hoping and praying he'd come home at all." "Circumstances sometimes change a man's destiny, Mrs. B." "I'm not blaming anybody because Scooter turned out to be a fugitive." "That's just the way that things happen." "I did used to worry about him a lot, though, out there all alone... no family to go home to." "Then, one Christmas, he sent me this card." "Well, it wasn't really a card." "It was a photograph of the four of you, someplace in Texas." "And he had tied a red and green ribbon on it." "And on the back of it, he had written..." ""Don't worry, Mama." "I'm not alone for Christmas."" "He must've been reading my mind." "I wish I could promise you that he'd come home for Christmas someday and stay." "I know you can't, and I accepted that a long time ago." "But I tell you one thing, Hannibal... I sleep a whole lot better now... knowing that he's not out there alone." "He's with his family." "(Karen) But those documents are a matter of public record." "They certainly are." "But you have to fill out these request forms... and wait the required 48 hours." "Good day, Miss." "[sighing]" "Would $20 get me into the files a little quicker?" "The penalty for bribing a city official... is a $5,000 fine or 90 days in jail." "Would you like to reconsider your last offer?" "Please, I absolutely must get into those records." "You have no idea." "Peddle it somewhere else, Miss." "No one gets by Hildy Henderson without proper procedure." "Miss Hildegard Henderson, clerk of deeds." "Yes." "I have a request from the Mayor's office." "Wait a second, I know you." "I can explain." "I bet you can." "I thought I told you to stay out of this building until after the election." "Matt Peck, Mayor's Committee to Reelect." "I trust this lady has been denied access to the tax rolls." "She most certainly was, Mr. Peck." "Very good." "Just wanted to go in and have a little look around." "A quick peek." "Just long enough to jot down the names of landlords... willing to make campaign contributions." "Contributions aimed at putting our Mayor out of office." "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." "Yes. lf l were you, I'd escort her outside right now." "I just don't trust these people." "You're absolutely right, Mr. Peck." "Yeah." "Join the winning team." "I hope he gets hit by a bus." "Well done, Miss Henderson." "We'll remember this come November." "[birds chirping]" "(Karen) A little odd that a man who could own a building... the size of 700 Foster... would choose to spend his declining years in a place like this." "Not when you consider who owns this lovely establishment." "Phillip Chadway." "He's scum." "Well, do you know Phillip Chadway?" "Never met him." "But he owns this dump, and half the city." "Used to deliver mail to him... when I was working for the Post Office." "Never once got a tip at Christmas." "I don't want to be too personal... but how did you manage to buy a building on Foster Avenue... now that you're retired and on a government pension?" "Didn't." "How could I do that?" "According to the city tax roll..." "Nicholas Perry purchased a building on the north side 6 months ago." "That's my name, but that's not my signature." "Forgery." "It makes sense now." "All those solicitations we've been gettin'." "Solicitations?" "Yeah." "Me and Helen Bradshaw and old man Sonsky." "These things have been coming in for the last few months." "Roofers, fuel oil brochures, wiring contractors." "I got a whole shoebox full of third class junk mail." "Chadway must be buying buildings in these people's names." "Yeah." "They own half the north side and don't even know it." "Mr. Perry... I think you're a wealthy man." "Could you draw up a power of attorney for me real quick?" "Sure." "Tell Mr. Chadway the new owner of 700, Foster Avenue is calling." "Who is this?" "This is a close friend of Nicholas Perry." "He signed the property over to me this afternoon." "And what do you want?" "Well, I believe I have the missing piece to your puzzle... and I'm in the mood to sell." "I'd consider an offer starting at, say, $2 million." "I believe Mr. Perry paid less than $200,000 for that building." "That's true." "He got it at bargain price... but since that time, there've been some unusual depreciations... not to mention a fire." "You know all about that." "Yes, but $2 million is too much." "Mr. Perry and I think it's fair." "But maybe you're right... maybe we should run it by the Mayor's Office or the Crime Commission... and see what kind of a figure they come up with." "[children chattering] I won't be long." "Nice to see you." "Right this way, Mr. Chadway." "Yes, Father...." "O'Herlihy." "Oh, please." "Palatial office, huh?" "Alvarez said we could use it." "He wouldn't be around for the next three to five years." "Could we get this over with?" "Let's." "I wasn't quite sure how to make out the check." "Don't worry about it." "We'll fill it out." "One question." "How many places did you empty with Plout and his goons?" "I was 10-0." "10-1 ." "You try to interfere with another one of my properties... and they won't be able to put you guys back together with Krazy Glue." "No problems, Colonel." "Drive on." "We all set?" "You just give the signal." "Five minutes and boom!" "The boiler explodes." "An unfortunate accident." "I don't want any of them to get out of this alive." "You're kidding?" "The place will be a parking lot." "Good, hit it." "Team Two to Team One." "I think I got something." "Go ahead, Mama." "Some guy just came running out of the basement... and jumped into the limo with Chadway." "I knew he couldn't leave well enough alone." "A bomb." "Let's go." "Boiler room!" "Homemade, digital." "Red, white and blue wires." "I can't use the meter to find the hot boiler." "Might set it off." "Take your pick." "[chuckling]" "Could you take a little longer next time, B.A.?" "That way I can die of a heart attack and not worry about being blown to smithereens." "The next time, you pick the right one." "No, thanks." "Nice, B.A." "Yeah. I think we ought to return this to the proper owner, don't you?" "[people chattering]" "Congratulations, Phillip." "I believe you've done it again." "Well, thank you, Mr. Mayor." "And let me add that this hotel will be... a jewel in the crown of the great city of Chicago." "Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please." "We've prepared a short film for you... to show you exactly how this building will fit into Chicago's magnificent skyline." "Hi, pal." "You left this in our basement." "[people murmuring]" "How did you get in here?" "Oh, we had invitations." "They can't be good." "B.A.?" "[screaming]" "You like that better?" "We have a little story." "Now Mr. Chadway has a slight problem with this development." "In that he doesn't own this slice... right here." "The guests are gonna have a heck of a time getting from the lobby to the pool." "I wouldn't stay there." "Now you might think we're picky... but we felt you were dealing in bad faith when you put that bomb in our basement." "We're returning your check." "Now, we thought you folks might be curious... as to how this block was acquired." "So we made a little film." "You're gonna love this, Phil, you're one of the stars." "I can assure you that every piece of property was acquired legally." "So that we could proceed with the development." "(Hannibal) Sure." "(Murdock) Chicago. 1985." "Phillip Chadway began a reign of terror designed... to clear a buildings that stood in the way of his latest hotel." "(Hannibal) ...did you empty with Plout and his goon squad?" "I was 10-0." "You try to interfere with another one of my properties... and they won't be able to put you guys back together with Krazy Glue." "(Murdock) This is a story of educated men." "From the best of families willing to" "Hey, you're gonna miss the end." "Let's go." "We're out of here." "Thank goodness you're here." "We were really stuck for an ending." "Nice, Murdock." "To a lovely lady and a gracious hostess... who went out of her way to make Christmas in July." "Hear, hear." "Cheers." "(Mrs. Baracus) Cheers." "Well, thank you." "And let me say thank you... to everyone of you for coming all the way to Chicago to help me." "And I want to add one more thing." "Dig in." "Okay." "Thank you." "So, what's the fate of 700 Foster?" "Mr. Perry is moving in next week." "He has plans to restore the building, take it co-op, so everybody can own a piece." "B.A., Scoot... you know, your mom was telling me about that time... that you were kept after school... because you pulled Wanda Taylor's pig tails." "Did Mama also tell you about the time... I threw Tommy Wilson out the window for calling me Scooter?" "Yeah. I think she did mention something about that." "Murdock, you are the craziest fella I've ever met." "I think I want to adopt you." "Oh, then maybe I could be the long lost brother he never had." "Maybe you could be the ghost I never had if you don't shut up, fool." "Now, that's enough, Scooter." "I'm gonna have to send you to your room." "You know, I wrote all the stories down right here in my pad here." "You led a very colorful childhood, B.A." "Scooter, will you behave." "You're always threatening' everybody." "He's a real pussy cat, though." "You know, I knew he was gonna do that." "I knew he was gonna take my pad, I knew he was gonna tear it up." "That's why I put all the real stories down in this pad." "I'm gonna use them for my new book." "Scooting On A Scoot Through Life With The Big Guy, Scooter."