The A-Team (1983–1987): Season 1, Episode 3 - Pros and Cons - full transcript
When a friend of B.A.'s ends up in a prison in Strykersville, FL, the team goes in with an elaborate plan to rescue him. The warden has developed a fight program and he forces prisoners to duke it out with the loser ending up dead and the winner on the run for his life while prison guards hunt him down. Face masquerades as a prison psychiatrist to gain the warden's trust, while Hannibal, B.A. and Murdock get themselves arrested and infiltrate the fight program.
Because I am God and
I will slay them.
Martin James... he's a madman.
Have you heard this poem?
"The time of right is
the goal of the fight."
Have you heard this poem?
"Hickory dickory dock. The
mouse ran up the clock."
We're being chased by that maniac
Reverend James. He's trying to kill us.
We need your help. He's injured.
Look, there's nothing we can do to
help you. We don't even have a phone.
- If we--
- Shut up! Shut up!
We comin' in, Jack! Now get the first aid
kit before you have to use it on yourself!
Help!
Throw out your weapons!
I love it when a
plan comes together.
I will fear no evil. Thy rod and thy
AR-15 shall comfort me, right, guys?
What should I do with them?
Of course, they'll
be made to pay.
Are we really going to die?
We all got to accept death.
It gives us the edge.
Would you at least
sign this thing?
Paper works on the way, Jack.
I'm taking off.
Give me a sign. Give me a sign.
Ten years ago, a crack commando unit was
sent to prison by a military court...
for a crime they didn't commit.
These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security
stockade to the Los Angeles underground.
Today, still wanted by the government,
they survive as soldiers of fortune.
If you have a problem, if no one else
can help, and if you can find them...
maybe you can hire...
the A-Team.
In the hills near the town
of Redwood, California...
five miles from the Oregon border, a maniacal
religious cult leader named Martin James...
has been keeping his youthful followers
isolated from the outside world...
controlling their minds by
terror and intimidation.
The A-Team has been hired
to rescue one of them...
a girl named Sheila Rodgers.
Brother John, I'm going back up
the street and keep a lookout.
Ma'am, allow me.
Thank you for your kindness, but
they're sworn to vows of silence.
Well, silence is golden, right?
Boy, you know, you really
fill out that tunic.
You used to be a
linebacker for the Rams?
We do the Lord's work. If you're
here to taunt us, please don't.
Nah, nah. I'm just here
to do a little fishin'.
Well, uh, take care.
Trouble?
Let's pick up the supplies
and, uh, move along.
- She's there.
- They got a lookout parked up the street.
Better check on Murdock. This
thing's gotta go smooth.
I only got him out of the V.A.
Hospital on a two-day pass.
Whiskey Lead, this is Whiskey Deuce.
We got a bogey at 5.00.
He's all mine, Kemosabe.
Murdock, you there?
Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I be here, Hannibal.
How we doin', muchacho?
We're gonna make a try for her.
Better warm up your birdie.
- We could be coming in hot.
- Roger.
Is she there, Mr. Smith?
Is my daughter with them?
Clear this transmission.
She's there.
It's gonna be okay.
Now, those guys are muscle-bound,
and they got a backup.
We're gonna have to do this fast.
Let's go. Here's your blood.
Try not to swallow it when
you put it in your mouth.
I want it to pop when I hit ya.
Oh. Nice.
- Ready, darling?
- Yep.
- But I'm really nervous.
- You should"ve stayed back at the paper.
You're the one who
wanted to come along.
- Now don't bust my chops, huh?
- Shh!
- For heaven's sakes, Dwayne!
- I should've left you in Stockton.
You know campin' in the wilderness
ain't like life at Club Med.
I told you that before
we left, but, no!
- You gotta complain and complain and...
- Hush, Dwayne! People are lookin' at us!
What, them? Don't worry about them.
They ain't gonna say nothin'.
They took a vow of silence.
Right, kids?
- Shh!
- I think you are crude and disgusting!
- Really? Really?
- All you do is shout at me! "The pancakes are lumpy!"
- The pancakes are lumpy.
- "The orange juice is too pulpy!"
Oh, shut up, Sue Ellen!
Just shut your damn yap!
You've been braying about coffee all morning,
so why don't we get the coffee, hon?
- Get the coffee and we'll get out of here, okay?
- Okay!
Allow me to assist you, my dear.
Thank God there's one
nice man in town.
Hey, Wyatt, drift, okay?
When we need the dumb waiter,
we'll ring the bell.
Hey, friend, you got a big mouth.
Why don't you shut it...
before I take a real
dislike to you?
Well, well, well.
You know, you showed up at
just the right time, Wyatt.
I've been wantin' to hit
somebody all mornin'.
We're leaving now.
Get the girl!
Hey!
They've got Sister Sheila!
Go!
Your father hired
us to rescue you.
Thank God. I thought I'd
never get out of there.
You just broke your
vow of silence.
And it feels wonderful!
You don't know... I've been trying to get
in touch with my father for 18 months.
But they read our mail,
and they censored it.
It's like a nightmare out there.
It's like a... like a prison camp.
And Martin James...
he's a madman.
You're safe now... I think.
You know, those blood capsules
are really realistic.
You think so? I swallowed it
when I threw the first punch.
- Hannibal split the inside of my lip.
- I'm sorry, kid.
- You walked into it.
- Oh, no. There goes another cap.
Why'd you gotta go bust
Faceman in the lip for?
You know if you make him ugly,
that"ll mess up our meal ticket.
Won't be able to get no
more good hotel rooms.
They're gonna be on us, man.
Hey, Face, those blood
capsules work great!
- Keep your head down!
- Hannibal knocked out his cap!
- Hannibal, without the Faceman's smile, we get lousy hotels!
- Get that bird off the ground!
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Go! Go!
Hit the floor!
She got away clean.
I love it when a
plan comes together.
Get out of that van
with your hands up.
We need a new plan, right now!
I believe it was General
Grant that said...
"When you're surrounded
and outnumbered...
- "there's only one way out."
- Yeah? So what is it?
- Surrender.
- Throw out your weapons!
Now come out of there
one at a time...
with your hands on your heads, or
we will blow you sinners away!
Say your prayers.
Get us some help, Murdock.
- Golly, they got guns!
- What are you doin'?
That's my unit down there, man. You
gotta go with your unit, you know?
We can't take a chance
on getting shot.
We can't, but as soon as I
get you guys home, I can.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you so much.
Martin James, he's...
I- I know, baby. I know.
It's gonna be all right.
I will fear no evil. Thy rod and thy
AR-15 shall comfort me, right, guys?
- Hey, Face.
- Yes?
What do you suppose these
guys wear under their skirts?
Gee, I-I don't know.
Half slips? Ooh!
Garter belts? Ooh!
I think you wear panty hose.
The devil is a she-wolf who
attacks the lamb in darkness.
These sinners keep comin'.
How long...
How long can I...
I've stopped dreaming.
I used to dream, and
now I've stopped.
Welcome to Camp Awongo.
Who is that?
He doesn't look like the
swimming instructor.
What should I do with them?
Of course, they'll
be made to pay.
I mean, somebody has to pay.
Somebody has to.
Take the transgressors
to "C" building.
Pray for your souls...
that they should be received.
Sweep the place.
I thought these guys were
supposed to be religious.
This has nothing to do with Christianity.
This has to do with power.
He's a crazy cultist
terrorizing kids.
It's a sin to eavesdrop, guys.
So what do we do now? How
do we get out of here?
Well, first off, we may not.
We could die right here.
Accept that. Anything else
is just very good luck.
- Figure you're dead. Can you do that?
- Are you kidding?
Look, Amy, we all
gotta accept death.
That way, we don't have no fear.
It gives us the edge.
- Well, I don't think I can.
- Try.
You gotta try.
Okay, let's put it together.
B.A.
Okay, the motor pool is on the
south side of the building.
Looks like they make
their own electricity.
Their generator's on the east wall.
No phones. One radio antenna...
next to that building with
the crazy-looking temple.
One TV antenna next to the building in the middle,
and that's probably Martin James's house.
- You saw all that?
- Face.
They got a barbed wire bunker to the
south and a guard tower beside it.
Mess hall's next to the fence.
Barracks are about 10-man deals.
Sixteen on the left, 10 on the right.
The guys in the brown
robes are the soldiers.
Mostly AR-15s, sidearms,
hunting knives.
It's a perimeter structure. One way in, one
way out. Your basic Fort Apache layout.
Add to that an armory
right inside the gate.
Not the greatest place in the world,
but nobody said they were perfect.
- So what do we do?
- We wait.
We try to stay loose.
The next move's up to them.
I'm scared.
I'm really scared.
We've been through some
tough ones before, kid.
North of Da Nang, 50 clicks from the
D.M.Z., we all got taken by Charlie.
But we made our opportunities.
We got loose.
That's why you gotta,
right now, accept death.
It, uh, calms you.
Don't be afraid. I won't
let nothin' hurt you.
She ain't gonna be able to do it, Hannibal.
We gotta help her through it.
Okay, you're right.
Amy.
Now, do as we say.
- Listen to us.
- I don't wanna die.
Neither does Martin James.
- You can get back from here.
- I think we should call the authorities.
- No! No, no, no, no.
- No, I mean police or National Guard.
No, you can't do that. Remember
what Hannibal told you.
We're wanted. You send in the military or
the cops, and the A-Team winds up in jail.
Yeah, but they could die. If
what Sheila says is true...
they are madmen
with machine guns.
We'd rather die than wind up in jail.
Leave it be.
- I'll find a way to help them.
- You're really going back up there?
It's my unit, man. You
gotta stay with your unit.
Right now, I'm gonna see if I
can pick me up some firepower.
Just had a mountain cave in on the
main shaft. I need some help.
- Help! I need some help!
- Help. All right.
Have you heard this poem?
"The time of right is
the goal of the fight.
"The Lord will prevail...
where evil shall wail."
Have you heard this poem?
"Hickory dickory dock. The
mouse ran up the clock.
"The clock struck one.
Down he run.
You smell worse than my socks."
Go on. Go on. Have all the
fun you want, my friend...
"cause my plans for
you will not change."
I mean, there's no
appeal from my justice.
There's no justice. One way or another,
we all hoe weeds for the county.
You keep comin'.
It happens once, maybe
twice, I say, "Okay."
People that got money, they
like to finance things.
You come, you take the
children of Jamestown.
You take the novitiates
from the altar.
You try your sorcerer's song.
You sing it loudly.
You take not from me,
from yourselves...
in light...
in life, in darkness.
It's good. Tighten it up. Cut
the stuff about the song...
and it could play on
public television.
I find you guilty of
crimes against the word...
and I sentence you to a
trial of worthiness.
The Lord shall test them. They shall
walk through the valley of his wrath.
Now you're beginning to walk through
the valley of my wrath, Preacher.
Take them. Take them and
test them in my name...
for I am the god of this age.
I rest not until
my work is done.
Seven days and seven nights.
The new world will be
built by the chosen!
This man's a pothead, Hannibal.
He's high on smack or
speedballin' or somethin'.
He wear them glasses so
can't nobody see his eyes.
Now you have all
spoken and defied him.
More to the point, the
chopper got away.
You're gonna be up to your shades in
National Guard in an hour or two.
You better cool it, Preacher.
I will have my vengeance!
I will seek payment,
for you are mine...
and I am his!
- Take them.
- Nuttier than an almond bar.
And they were sent out
into the fields...
to be tested.
The evil will be cast out...
and given 500 paces...
before the forces of
good will pursue them.
The devil was their choice!
Take off your shoes.
You will wear the
shoes of a sinner.
Hey, these are $600
ostrich skin boots, Jack.
Tell you what. Let
me hang onto 'em...
and if the Maker wants 'em,
I'll see to it he gets 'em.
- Put them on.
- Damn, these boots are hard to get.
- Let the trial begin.
- Face.
I'm not through with you, tinsel-head.
I'll be back.
In the name of our Lord...
and on my word...
commit the souls of those
sinners to your keeping!
- Now!
- Go into their world...
armed with the sword
of our saviour...
for he who hath cut out the
sickness of the beast...
will be rewarded...
in a world without end!
Amen!
Let's go!
Come on, Amy! Come on! Run!
- I can't!
- Run or die, girl!
B.A., hide in that ditch.
Come on!
Stay low.
Go around and pick 'em up on the low road.
They've gotta come out of here someplace.
We'll go east.
Reverend, we lost 'em.
God's work has no
room for failure.
His will be done.
It will be done!
Hold it.
- Okay, Face, take the point.
- Got ya.
Follow this streambed.
Get up over that ridge.
I'll keep my eye on ya. If you
see anything, give me a signal.
- Right.
- Now, stay low. We keep separated.
Count three before you follow me.
B.A., you got the rear.
I went as far as the trees. The
preacher's got one lookout at the farm.
But that's all they need. Can't get
anywhere near him without being spotted.
We gotta bring him to us.
One of us can make it to that
giant oak tree over there...
and move from treetop to treetop until
we get to the one by the farmhouse.
Those branches don't
look that strong to me.
It's gotta be the
lightest one of us.
- It pays to stay fit.
- Well, I'm really the lightest.
No, you gotta be the bait.
We gotta do something to get that jerk within
range. He'd be suspicious if it was a man.
Let's hear it for
women's rights.
Hey!
Face! Face, are you okay?
How many fingers
am I holding up?
Blue.
- Tree.
- Give me a hand.
- How bad is he?
- I think he's okay.
- Oh, no. Not again.
- Huh?
What?
- Oh.
- Don't worry, kid.
- I'll put it in with the other.
- Oh, good.
Please. Now, please. We've done nothing to
you. Why don't you just leave us alone?
- We need help.
- What's going on? Who are you people?
We're being chased by that maniac
Reverend James. He's trying to kill us.
We need your help. He's injured.
Look, there's nothing we can do to
help you. We don't even have a phone.
My daughter and I have lived here
for the past five years alone.
We comin' in, Jack! Now get the first aid
kit before you have to use it on yourself!
I'm sorry. I'm just worried
about my daughter.
Reverend James would kill us for sure if he
knew we were helping one of his unchosen.
What do you have to do
with Reverend James?
Well, his men come and
collect part of my crops.
They don't like to go into Redwood and mingle with the
town folk, so he does most of his food buying right here.
- If I didn't help him, he said he'd kill us.
- We understand.
Believe me, we know
how crazy he is.
But we need your help. He's out
there trying to murder us.
We'd like to avoid
that if we could.
Well, like I said,
I've got no phone.
- You got any weapons?
- Nothing.
B.A., we"ll have to
start scrounging.
I'm sorry, but we'll have to go
through some of your things.
It won't take those rogues long
to figure out where we are.
Amy, how's Face?
Oh, I think he's much better.
Hey, Jack, I thought you was a farmer.
This place looks like a junkyard.
Well, I've turned a lot of junk into art.
It's what I do.
- What's in the barn?
- My studio.
Studio? You make movies too?
What you call them,
those art movies?
- It's where I sculpt.
- Mind if we take a look?
No, not at all.
- What are in these tanks?
- Acetylene and oxygen.
There's a year's supply.
Just had 'em shipped in.
- Got any steel pipe?
- Yeah.
Have you got a hot-water heater?
There's one in the basement,
but it doesn't work.
Great. B.A.
I want you to get that Jeep.
Make sure it's full of gas.
We're gonna wire a couple of these in the back
of it, put the steel pipe on top of that.
I think you can use
it as a swivel.
- Right. Beautiful. - I'm gonna take
a look at your hot-water heater.
No, I don't think you should
be moving around much.
Why don't you just
stay on the couch?
Nah, it's just a flesh wound.
That's a fresh one.
- Hey, he's really hurt, you know.
- You're the doctor.
Amy, grab a screwdriver and get
that radio out of the Jeep.
- And get some paint and get to work on the roof.
- Got it.
Uh, Face?
If you feel well enough, I've got a hot-water
heater I need to move out of the basement.
Oh, I really don't think he
should move around much.
Aw.
Move it, Lieutenant!
No rest for the weary.
I'll be back.
Did you get it?
Whoo!
But... But I don't think I'd
better let you take this...
unless you have an order for it.
- You know, the state boys, they count all this stuff.
- I got 12 miners stuck in the main shaft!
If we don't blow an airhole
down to 'em, they eat it!
- You tell that to the state! Open the door.
- Every stick they count!
And if we don't come up with all of
it, we're gonna lose our permit.
You understand what I'm sayin'?
Would you at least sign this thing?
Paperwork's on the way, Jack.
I'm takin' off.
Listen! That's not fair!
You know where I had to go to get this?
I'm doin' you a favour.
You gotta at least sign
this thing for me.
I'll keep track of every stick I use,
and I'll return the box. Open the door.
- Thank you.
- Return the box?
- I don't know if that would do me any good.
- Blades! Blades!
Shoo, shoo, shoo!
You, uh, thinking of
taking a shower, Colonel?
No, I'm thinking
about giving one.
Hey, Tim, bring that thing with
wheels on it in for me, will ya?
Yeah.
I don't know who you guys are or
what you're planning to do...
but if I was you, I'd
get in that Jeep...
and head right out of here fast.
That Reverend James
does not play nice.
It wouldn't be fun
if he played nice.
- Besides, I'm goin' back to his place.
- What for?
He's got over a hundred kids he's
terrorizing up there that need help.
Besides, he stole my boots.
Nobody steals my boots.
Take care, Face.
- Is this gonna work?
- I don't know. I've never done it before.
But Hannibal says it will.
Looks kind of quiet.
Yeah. They're all
out lookin' for us.
- Is this thing gonna work?
- Of course it's gonna work.
You're gonna get 50 feet from that if
that pressure gauge ain't lyin' to us.
- You ready for the barbecue?
- Works for me, man.
Hey, Reverend, we got a little
fire and brimstone for ya!
Brothers, I'm in danger
at the compound.
I will lead the army!
I will show the devil! Go!
Come on, guys. Come on, guys.
Give me a sign. Give me a sign.
Oh, yeah.
Murdock, do you read me? Over.
Murdock, can you hear me? Over.
Yeah, I hear you just fine, Face.
Chopper's out back.
- Murdock, you're a sweetheart.
- I got us some aerial support too.
- Are we intact down here?
- Yeah. Hannibal and B.A. went to sting the monster.
- What kind of ordnance you got?
- Dynamite. Beautiful, pretty red ones.
- Yeah?
- You guys are incredible. You really came back.
Of course he did. He wouldn't
leave us in trouble.
Okay, Murdock, hit the clouds. I'll call
you when I need you. Channel one-niner.
Roger wilco.
That guy's as crazy as a Mexican
rabbit, but I love him.
- Are you sure you're all right? You really
should be lying down, you know. - Mm-hmm.
No, I can't lie down, not till
we get Hannibal's boots back.
And the wrath of my God...
will befall the devils
of this planet!
Two feet to the left!
And the Lord will deliver the
evildoers into the fires of hell...
to burn for eternity!
So say I, god of this planet,
created in my own image.
Yeah!
They will perish!
Throw down your weapons and put
your hands on your head...
or I'll turn you all
into burning bushes!
Drop it, Reverend, or
you'll be medium rare.
Why'd you do it? I mean, I
just can't figure it out.
- Did it for the jazz.
- The jazz?
Yeah. The, uh, the jazz.
It's-It's-It's like
walking a tightrope...
a thousand feet
up without a net.
The wind starts you swayin'. See, you
know that at any second you could fall.
You mean the thrill of danger?
Yeah. Yeah.
Only, you see, it's
more than that.
It's knowing...
knowing that, uh...
Well, feeling that
you're quicker than...
Well, I... I don't wanna
sound corny, but, uh...
it's knowing that you're
risking everything...
life, liberty, happiness...
Knowing that at every second...
you have to be
quicker, stronger...
faster and tough.
Oh, yeah, tough as steel.
- Tougher than steel.
- Excuse me.
I'm... Excuse me. Face, I
looked and I looked...
and I couldn't find Miss Trudy's Body
Treatment for Bubble Bath anywhere.
- What?
- Bubble bath?
Oh, yeah. Faceman loves bubble bath.
He lives in it.
- He says it makes your skin real...
- All right, all right. Murdock?
National Guard's just up the road.
They'll be here any minute.
Stand by to move out, B.A.
Thank you. You know, you've rescued
us from one year of terror.
Well, no matter what they say, forget about
our names and our descriptions, all right?
If that's the way you
want it, friend.
I stopped dreaming. I
don't dream any more.
I...
I knew then it was over.
Hang on tight, Reverend.
It's a bumpy road from here on.
Okay, let's go.
Coming, Lieutenant?
Sir? Sir? Bless you.
You saved us from a mad man.
You're welcome.
I will slay them.
Martin James... he's a madman.
Have you heard this poem?
"The time of right is
the goal of the fight."
Have you heard this poem?
"Hickory dickory dock. The
mouse ran up the clock."
We're being chased by that maniac
Reverend James. He's trying to kill us.
We need your help. He's injured.
Look, there's nothing we can do to
help you. We don't even have a phone.
- If we--
- Shut up! Shut up!
We comin' in, Jack! Now get the first aid
kit before you have to use it on yourself!
Help!
Throw out your weapons!
I love it when a
plan comes together.
I will fear no evil. Thy rod and thy
AR-15 shall comfort me, right, guys?
What should I do with them?
Of course, they'll
be made to pay.
Are we really going to die?
We all got to accept death.
It gives us the edge.
Would you at least
sign this thing?
Paper works on the way, Jack.
I'm taking off.
Give me a sign. Give me a sign.
Ten years ago, a crack commando unit was
sent to prison by a military court...
for a crime they didn't commit.
These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security
stockade to the Los Angeles underground.
Today, still wanted by the government,
they survive as soldiers of fortune.
If you have a problem, if no one else
can help, and if you can find them...
maybe you can hire...
the A-Team.
In the hills near the town
of Redwood, California...
five miles from the Oregon border, a maniacal
religious cult leader named Martin James...
has been keeping his youthful followers
isolated from the outside world...
controlling their minds by
terror and intimidation.
The A-Team has been hired
to rescue one of them...
a girl named Sheila Rodgers.
Brother John, I'm going back up
the street and keep a lookout.
Ma'am, allow me.
Thank you for your kindness, but
they're sworn to vows of silence.
Well, silence is golden, right?
Boy, you know, you really
fill out that tunic.
You used to be a
linebacker for the Rams?
We do the Lord's work. If you're
here to taunt us, please don't.
Nah, nah. I'm just here
to do a little fishin'.
Well, uh, take care.
Trouble?
Let's pick up the supplies
and, uh, move along.
- She's there.
- They got a lookout parked up the street.
Better check on Murdock. This
thing's gotta go smooth.
I only got him out of the V.A.
Hospital on a two-day pass.
Whiskey Lead, this is Whiskey Deuce.
We got a bogey at 5.00.
He's all mine, Kemosabe.
Murdock, you there?
Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I be here, Hannibal.
How we doin', muchacho?
We're gonna make a try for her.
Better warm up your birdie.
- We could be coming in hot.
- Roger.
Is she there, Mr. Smith?
Is my daughter with them?
Clear this transmission.
She's there.
It's gonna be okay.
Now, those guys are muscle-bound,
and they got a backup.
We're gonna have to do this fast.
Let's go. Here's your blood.
Try not to swallow it when
you put it in your mouth.
I want it to pop when I hit ya.
Oh. Nice.
- Ready, darling?
- Yep.
- But I'm really nervous.
- You should"ve stayed back at the paper.
You're the one who
wanted to come along.
- Now don't bust my chops, huh?
- Shh!
- For heaven's sakes, Dwayne!
- I should've left you in Stockton.
You know campin' in the wilderness
ain't like life at Club Med.
I told you that before
we left, but, no!
- You gotta complain and complain and...
- Hush, Dwayne! People are lookin' at us!
What, them? Don't worry about them.
They ain't gonna say nothin'.
They took a vow of silence.
Right, kids?
- Shh!
- I think you are crude and disgusting!
- Really? Really?
- All you do is shout at me! "The pancakes are lumpy!"
- The pancakes are lumpy.
- "The orange juice is too pulpy!"
Oh, shut up, Sue Ellen!
Just shut your damn yap!
You've been braying about coffee all morning,
so why don't we get the coffee, hon?
- Get the coffee and we'll get out of here, okay?
- Okay!
Allow me to assist you, my dear.
Thank God there's one
nice man in town.
Hey, Wyatt, drift, okay?
When we need the dumb waiter,
we'll ring the bell.
Hey, friend, you got a big mouth.
Why don't you shut it...
before I take a real
dislike to you?
Well, well, well.
You know, you showed up at
just the right time, Wyatt.
I've been wantin' to hit
somebody all mornin'.
We're leaving now.
Get the girl!
Hey!
They've got Sister Sheila!
Go!
Your father hired
us to rescue you.
Thank God. I thought I'd
never get out of there.
You just broke your
vow of silence.
And it feels wonderful!
You don't know... I've been trying to get
in touch with my father for 18 months.
But they read our mail,
and they censored it.
It's like a nightmare out there.
It's like a... like a prison camp.
And Martin James...
he's a madman.
You're safe now... I think.
You know, those blood capsules
are really realistic.
You think so? I swallowed it
when I threw the first punch.
- Hannibal split the inside of my lip.
- I'm sorry, kid.
- You walked into it.
- Oh, no. There goes another cap.
Why'd you gotta go bust
Faceman in the lip for?
You know if you make him ugly,
that"ll mess up our meal ticket.
Won't be able to get no
more good hotel rooms.
They're gonna be on us, man.
Hey, Face, those blood
capsules work great!
- Keep your head down!
- Hannibal knocked out his cap!
- Hannibal, without the Faceman's smile, we get lousy hotels!
- Get that bird off the ground!
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Go! Go!
Hit the floor!
She got away clean.
I love it when a
plan comes together.
Get out of that van
with your hands up.
We need a new plan, right now!
I believe it was General
Grant that said...
"When you're surrounded
and outnumbered...
- "there's only one way out."
- Yeah? So what is it?
- Surrender.
- Throw out your weapons!
Now come out of there
one at a time...
with your hands on your heads, or
we will blow you sinners away!
Say your prayers.
Get us some help, Murdock.
- Golly, they got guns!
- What are you doin'?
That's my unit down there, man. You
gotta go with your unit, you know?
We can't take a chance
on getting shot.
We can't, but as soon as I
get you guys home, I can.
Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you so much.
Martin James, he's...
I- I know, baby. I know.
It's gonna be all right.
I will fear no evil. Thy rod and thy
AR-15 shall comfort me, right, guys?
- Hey, Face.
- Yes?
What do you suppose these
guys wear under their skirts?
Gee, I-I don't know.
Half slips? Ooh!
Garter belts? Ooh!
I think you wear panty hose.
The devil is a she-wolf who
attacks the lamb in darkness.
These sinners keep comin'.
How long...
How long can I...
I've stopped dreaming.
I used to dream, and
now I've stopped.
Welcome to Camp Awongo.
Who is that?
He doesn't look like the
swimming instructor.
What should I do with them?
Of course, they'll
be made to pay.
I mean, somebody has to pay.
Somebody has to.
Take the transgressors
to "C" building.
Pray for your souls...
that they should be received.
Sweep the place.
I thought these guys were
supposed to be religious.
This has nothing to do with Christianity.
This has to do with power.
He's a crazy cultist
terrorizing kids.
It's a sin to eavesdrop, guys.
So what do we do now? How
do we get out of here?
Well, first off, we may not.
We could die right here.
Accept that. Anything else
is just very good luck.
- Figure you're dead. Can you do that?
- Are you kidding?
Look, Amy, we all
gotta accept death.
That way, we don't have no fear.
It gives us the edge.
- Well, I don't think I can.
- Try.
You gotta try.
Okay, let's put it together.
B.A.
Okay, the motor pool is on the
south side of the building.
Looks like they make
their own electricity.
Their generator's on the east wall.
No phones. One radio antenna...
next to that building with
the crazy-looking temple.
One TV antenna next to the building in the middle,
and that's probably Martin James's house.
- You saw all that?
- Face.
They got a barbed wire bunker to the
south and a guard tower beside it.
Mess hall's next to the fence.
Barracks are about 10-man deals.
Sixteen on the left, 10 on the right.
The guys in the brown
robes are the soldiers.
Mostly AR-15s, sidearms,
hunting knives.
It's a perimeter structure. One way in, one
way out. Your basic Fort Apache layout.
Add to that an armory
right inside the gate.
Not the greatest place in the world,
but nobody said they were perfect.
- So what do we do?
- We wait.
We try to stay loose.
The next move's up to them.
I'm scared.
I'm really scared.
We've been through some
tough ones before, kid.
North of Da Nang, 50 clicks from the
D.M.Z., we all got taken by Charlie.
But we made our opportunities.
We got loose.
That's why you gotta,
right now, accept death.
It, uh, calms you.
Don't be afraid. I won't
let nothin' hurt you.
She ain't gonna be able to do it, Hannibal.
We gotta help her through it.
Okay, you're right.
Amy.
Now, do as we say.
- Listen to us.
- I don't wanna die.
Neither does Martin James.
- You can get back from here.
- I think we should call the authorities.
- No! No, no, no, no.
- No, I mean police or National Guard.
No, you can't do that. Remember
what Hannibal told you.
We're wanted. You send in the military or
the cops, and the A-Team winds up in jail.
Yeah, but they could die. If
what Sheila says is true...
they are madmen
with machine guns.
We'd rather die than wind up in jail.
Leave it be.
- I'll find a way to help them.
- You're really going back up there?
It's my unit, man. You
gotta stay with your unit.
Right now, I'm gonna see if I
can pick me up some firepower.
Just had a mountain cave in on the
main shaft. I need some help.
- Help! I need some help!
- Help. All right.
Have you heard this poem?
"The time of right is
the goal of the fight.
"The Lord will prevail...
where evil shall wail."
Have you heard this poem?
"Hickory dickory dock. The
mouse ran up the clock.
"The clock struck one.
Down he run.
You smell worse than my socks."
Go on. Go on. Have all the
fun you want, my friend...
"cause my plans for
you will not change."
I mean, there's no
appeal from my justice.
There's no justice. One way or another,
we all hoe weeds for the county.
You keep comin'.
It happens once, maybe
twice, I say, "Okay."
People that got money, they
like to finance things.
You come, you take the
children of Jamestown.
You take the novitiates
from the altar.
You try your sorcerer's song.
You sing it loudly.
You take not from me,
from yourselves...
in light...
in life, in darkness.
It's good. Tighten it up. Cut
the stuff about the song...
and it could play on
public television.
I find you guilty of
crimes against the word...
and I sentence you to a
trial of worthiness.
The Lord shall test them. They shall
walk through the valley of his wrath.
Now you're beginning to walk through
the valley of my wrath, Preacher.
Take them. Take them and
test them in my name...
for I am the god of this age.
I rest not until
my work is done.
Seven days and seven nights.
The new world will be
built by the chosen!
This man's a pothead, Hannibal.
He's high on smack or
speedballin' or somethin'.
He wear them glasses so
can't nobody see his eyes.
Now you have all
spoken and defied him.
More to the point, the
chopper got away.
You're gonna be up to your shades in
National Guard in an hour or two.
You better cool it, Preacher.
I will have my vengeance!
I will seek payment,
for you are mine...
and I am his!
- Take them.
- Nuttier than an almond bar.
And they were sent out
into the fields...
to be tested.
The evil will be cast out...
and given 500 paces...
before the forces of
good will pursue them.
The devil was their choice!
Take off your shoes.
You will wear the
shoes of a sinner.
Hey, these are $600
ostrich skin boots, Jack.
Tell you what. Let
me hang onto 'em...
and if the Maker wants 'em,
I'll see to it he gets 'em.
- Put them on.
- Damn, these boots are hard to get.
- Let the trial begin.
- Face.
I'm not through with you, tinsel-head.
I'll be back.
In the name of our Lord...
and on my word...
commit the souls of those
sinners to your keeping!
- Now!
- Go into their world...
armed with the sword
of our saviour...
for he who hath cut out the
sickness of the beast...
will be rewarded...
in a world without end!
Amen!
Let's go!
Come on, Amy! Come on! Run!
- I can't!
- Run or die, girl!
B.A., hide in that ditch.
Come on!
Stay low.
Go around and pick 'em up on the low road.
They've gotta come out of here someplace.
We'll go east.
Reverend, we lost 'em.
God's work has no
room for failure.
His will be done.
It will be done!
Hold it.
- Okay, Face, take the point.
- Got ya.
Follow this streambed.
Get up over that ridge.
I'll keep my eye on ya. If you
see anything, give me a signal.
- Right.
- Now, stay low. We keep separated.
Count three before you follow me.
B.A., you got the rear.
I went as far as the trees. The
preacher's got one lookout at the farm.
But that's all they need. Can't get
anywhere near him without being spotted.
We gotta bring him to us.
One of us can make it to that
giant oak tree over there...
and move from treetop to treetop until
we get to the one by the farmhouse.
Those branches don't
look that strong to me.
It's gotta be the
lightest one of us.
- It pays to stay fit.
- Well, I'm really the lightest.
No, you gotta be the bait.
We gotta do something to get that jerk within
range. He'd be suspicious if it was a man.
Let's hear it for
women's rights.
Hey!
Face! Face, are you okay?
How many fingers
am I holding up?
Blue.
- Tree.
- Give me a hand.
- How bad is he?
- I think he's okay.
- Oh, no. Not again.
- Huh?
What?
- Oh.
- Don't worry, kid.
- I'll put it in with the other.
- Oh, good.
Please. Now, please. We've done nothing to
you. Why don't you just leave us alone?
- We need help.
- What's going on? Who are you people?
We're being chased by that maniac
Reverend James. He's trying to kill us.
We need your help. He's injured.
Look, there's nothing we can do to
help you. We don't even have a phone.
My daughter and I have lived here
for the past five years alone.
We comin' in, Jack! Now get the first aid
kit before you have to use it on yourself!
I'm sorry. I'm just worried
about my daughter.
Reverend James would kill us for sure if he
knew we were helping one of his unchosen.
What do you have to do
with Reverend James?
Well, his men come and
collect part of my crops.
They don't like to go into Redwood and mingle with the
town folk, so he does most of his food buying right here.
- If I didn't help him, he said he'd kill us.
- We understand.
Believe me, we know
how crazy he is.
But we need your help. He's out
there trying to murder us.
We'd like to avoid
that if we could.
Well, like I said,
I've got no phone.
- You got any weapons?
- Nothing.
B.A., we"ll have to
start scrounging.
I'm sorry, but we'll have to go
through some of your things.
It won't take those rogues long
to figure out where we are.
Amy, how's Face?
Oh, I think he's much better.
Hey, Jack, I thought you was a farmer.
This place looks like a junkyard.
Well, I've turned a lot of junk into art.
It's what I do.
- What's in the barn?
- My studio.
Studio? You make movies too?
What you call them,
those art movies?
- It's where I sculpt.
- Mind if we take a look?
No, not at all.
- What are in these tanks?
- Acetylene and oxygen.
There's a year's supply.
Just had 'em shipped in.
- Got any steel pipe?
- Yeah.
Have you got a hot-water heater?
There's one in the basement,
but it doesn't work.
Great. B.A.
I want you to get that Jeep.
Make sure it's full of gas.
We're gonna wire a couple of these in the back
of it, put the steel pipe on top of that.
I think you can use
it as a swivel.
- Right. Beautiful. - I'm gonna take
a look at your hot-water heater.
No, I don't think you should
be moving around much.
Why don't you just
stay on the couch?
Nah, it's just a flesh wound.
That's a fresh one.
- Hey, he's really hurt, you know.
- You're the doctor.
Amy, grab a screwdriver and get
that radio out of the Jeep.
- And get some paint and get to work on the roof.
- Got it.
Uh, Face?
If you feel well enough, I've got a hot-water
heater I need to move out of the basement.
Oh, I really don't think he
should move around much.
Aw.
Move it, Lieutenant!
No rest for the weary.
I'll be back.
Did you get it?
Whoo!
But... But I don't think I'd
better let you take this...
unless you have an order for it.
- You know, the state boys, they count all this stuff.
- I got 12 miners stuck in the main shaft!
If we don't blow an airhole
down to 'em, they eat it!
- You tell that to the state! Open the door.
- Every stick they count!
And if we don't come up with all of
it, we're gonna lose our permit.
You understand what I'm sayin'?
Would you at least sign this thing?
Paperwork's on the way, Jack.
I'm takin' off.
Listen! That's not fair!
You know where I had to go to get this?
I'm doin' you a favour.
You gotta at least sign
this thing for me.
I'll keep track of every stick I use,
and I'll return the box. Open the door.
- Thank you.
- Return the box?
- I don't know if that would do me any good.
- Blades! Blades!
Shoo, shoo, shoo!
You, uh, thinking of
taking a shower, Colonel?
No, I'm thinking
about giving one.
Hey, Tim, bring that thing with
wheels on it in for me, will ya?
Yeah.
I don't know who you guys are or
what you're planning to do...
but if I was you, I'd
get in that Jeep...
and head right out of here fast.
That Reverend James
does not play nice.
It wouldn't be fun
if he played nice.
- Besides, I'm goin' back to his place.
- What for?
He's got over a hundred kids he's
terrorizing up there that need help.
Besides, he stole my boots.
Nobody steals my boots.
Take care, Face.
- Is this gonna work?
- I don't know. I've never done it before.
But Hannibal says it will.
Looks kind of quiet.
Yeah. They're all
out lookin' for us.
- Is this thing gonna work?
- Of course it's gonna work.
You're gonna get 50 feet from that if
that pressure gauge ain't lyin' to us.
- You ready for the barbecue?
- Works for me, man.
Hey, Reverend, we got a little
fire and brimstone for ya!
Brothers, I'm in danger
at the compound.
I will lead the army!
I will show the devil! Go!
Come on, guys. Come on, guys.
Give me a sign. Give me a sign.
Oh, yeah.
Murdock, do you read me? Over.
Murdock, can you hear me? Over.
Yeah, I hear you just fine, Face.
Chopper's out back.
- Murdock, you're a sweetheart.
- I got us some aerial support too.
- Are we intact down here?
- Yeah. Hannibal and B.A. went to sting the monster.
- What kind of ordnance you got?
- Dynamite. Beautiful, pretty red ones.
- Yeah?
- You guys are incredible. You really came back.
Of course he did. He wouldn't
leave us in trouble.
Okay, Murdock, hit the clouds. I'll call
you when I need you. Channel one-niner.
Roger wilco.
That guy's as crazy as a Mexican
rabbit, but I love him.
- Are you sure you're all right? You really
should be lying down, you know. - Mm-hmm.
No, I can't lie down, not till
we get Hannibal's boots back.
And the wrath of my God...
will befall the devils
of this planet!
Two feet to the left!
And the Lord will deliver the
evildoers into the fires of hell...
to burn for eternity!
So say I, god of this planet,
created in my own image.
Yeah!
They will perish!
Throw down your weapons and put
your hands on your head...
or I'll turn you all
into burning bushes!
Drop it, Reverend, or
you'll be medium rare.
Why'd you do it? I mean, I
just can't figure it out.
- Did it for the jazz.
- The jazz?
Yeah. The, uh, the jazz.
It's-It's-It's like
walking a tightrope...
a thousand feet
up without a net.
The wind starts you swayin'. See, you
know that at any second you could fall.
You mean the thrill of danger?
Yeah. Yeah.
Only, you see, it's
more than that.
It's knowing...
knowing that, uh...
Well, feeling that
you're quicker than...
Well, I... I don't wanna
sound corny, but, uh...
it's knowing that you're
risking everything...
life, liberty, happiness...
Knowing that at every second...
you have to be
quicker, stronger...
faster and tough.
Oh, yeah, tough as steel.
- Tougher than steel.
- Excuse me.
I'm... Excuse me. Face, I
looked and I looked...
and I couldn't find Miss Trudy's Body
Treatment for Bubble Bath anywhere.
- What?
- Bubble bath?
Oh, yeah. Faceman loves bubble bath.
He lives in it.
- He says it makes your skin real...
- All right, all right. Murdock?
National Guard's just up the road.
They'll be here any minute.
Stand by to move out, B.A.
Thank you. You know, you've rescued
us from one year of terror.
Well, no matter what they say, forget about
our names and our descriptions, all right?
If that's the way you
want it, friend.
I stopped dreaming. I
don't dream any more.
I...
I knew then it was over.
Hang on tight, Reverend.
It's a bumpy road from here on.
Okay, let's go.
Coming, Lieutenant?
Sir? Sir? Bless you.
You saved us from a mad man.
You're welcome.