"Paint the picture." "Some Beverly Hills rich guy put him in the hospital." "You've just hired the A-team." "[guns firing] lt's all right!" "(Face) After all, this is my town..." "I mean, I know these people, I know what makes them tick." "A wonderful painter." "His name is H.M...." "Murdock, is an original." "Then switch the originals for the forgeries." "I captured the A-Team." "This calls for something rich." "(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]" "[inaudible]" "[inaudible]" "[man grunts] [punching] [man grunts]" "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." "[groans]" "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 bullet 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." "[dogs barking]" "[seagulls cawing] [dog barking]" "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." "[people chattering]" "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." "[chuckles]" "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." "[[[music playing]" "(Hannibal on headphones) 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." "[birds chirping]" "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 drugs, 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 $1 2 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 $1 1,000." "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?" "(B.A.) 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." "[sighing]" "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?" "[exclaims]" "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?" "(Diane) 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-- lt 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." "[[[music playing]" "Ah!" "[clears throat]" "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!" "[chuckles] Don't be." "No." "No, will you excuse me?" "I just have to go to the restroom!" "[toilet flushing]" "Oh!" "Twenty-five cents!" "Twenty-five cents!" "Good, I'll use it as a down payment on the new house, big shot." "Murdock, let's move." "I only have a minute." "[Murdock exclaiming]" "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?" "[clears throat] [water running]" "Nails, Sir?" "Thank you." "(Murdock) 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.... [sighs]" "[snaps finger]" "Wonderful." "You can meet Michael now before you go." "I'll be happy to." "(Diane) 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.... lt'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." "(Hannibal) 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." "[screaming] [groaning] [screams]" "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.... [sighing] [[[music playing]" "What is it, Mr. Shawn?" "My gallery's been broken into." "(Diane) 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." "[phone ringing]" "Brooks?" "Shawn here." "I assume you've heard your men spoiled a break-in at my gallery." "(Brooks) Yeah, I heard." "(Shawn) 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." "(Brooks) 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." "(Shawn) 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 gun... 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?" "(Murdock) I call it The Meaning of Life." "[sighing] lt's perfect." "[phone ringing] [birds chirping]" "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." "[sighing]" "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." "[birds chirping] [people chattering]" "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... [clears throat] 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." "[sighing]" "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." "(Murdock) lridescent 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. lt'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." "[exclaiming] [[[humming]" "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." "(Hannibal) Looks like they were expected." "We'll stay put till they make another move." "(B.A.) There they go, Hannibal." "We're gonna follow them?" "We go where that painting goes." "That painting ain't moving." "(Face) 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, lf 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?" "(Face) 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!" "(Face) 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. lt'll be fine." "Now, is there anything you might need in the way of jewelry?" "[chuckles]" "No." "I guess not." "[birds chirping]" "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?" "[clears throat]" "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." "[birds chirping]" "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." "(Brooks) 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." "(Shawn) This is Renoir's long lost..." "Young Girl Arranging Earrings." "Hasn't been seen since the start of the Second World War." "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." "[[[music playing]" "How long will it take your technicians?" "Not long. ln fact, they should be leaving any minute now." "[birds chirping]" "[dogs barking]" "Hi, guys." "Hi, Face." "Now, I've got a gun 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 bullet... 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." "[laughing]" "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 Military 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!" "(Blair) Nice and easy, pretty boy." "[exclaims] Hey, watch it!" "[exclaims] [people chattering]" "Come on." "You were wonderful." "[sighing]" "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." "(Brooks) 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." "[guns firing]" "[groans]" "Murdock, it's all right." "[guns firing]" "Look on the bright side, pal." "We didn't dent your Mercedes." "(Peggy) 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, $1 23..." "B.A.'s suit, that's $657... the rental of the Excalibur, $1 20 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." "[seagulls cawing]" "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." "(Face) 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." "[grunts]" ""Can't paint nothing."" "The man knows where he's going... but he hasn't checked his flanks."