NARRATOR: In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a miIitary court...
for a crime they didn't commit.
These men promptIy escaped from a maximum-security stockade...
to the Los AngeIes underground.
Today, stiII wanted by the government, they survive as soIdiers of fortune.
If you have a probIem, if no one eIse can heIp...
and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.
[Theme music]
[Airplane engine whirring]
[Cheerful instrumental music]
[Explosion]
[Tense instrumental music]
Hi.
SANCHEZ: l'm Col. Sanchez.
You have landed on private military property.
l'm sorry about that, Colonel, but l didn't have much choice.
My port engine gave out on me...
and your compound was about the only thing l could see with room to land.
SANCHEZ: This is a cargo plane. HlCKS: Yeah, sure is.
SANCHEZ: What kind of cargo do you carry? HlCKS: Turquoise.
lt's for a guy back in the States. He imports it for his jewellery business.
Show it to me.
The rifle.
Your turquoise tastes very much like cocaine, senor.
Look, l don't know anything about this. l swear.
l've been hauling turquoise for this guy for a couple of months.
-lt must be some kind of mistake. -Your mistake, senor.
[Speaking in Spanish]
Look, l haven't got anything to do with this.
Turn around, senor.
What are you doing? Where are you gonna take me?
FACE: l'm telling you, Hannibal, we're gonna get stiffed.
l can see it coming.
HANNlBAL: l told Miss Rogers we'd talk to her aunt and uncle.
l didn't say we'd take the job unless it was cash, up-front.
FACE: Now...
do you think that anyone who lives in Porterville...
is gonna have enough money to finance one of our operations? Come on.
We keep subsidizing these charity cases out of our own pockets...
and pretty soon we're gonna end up on the streets.
Never. You can always stay at my place. Plenty of beds.
Face, we're only gonna talk. Relax. B.A., take a right here.
We're gonna get stiffed.
[Slow instrumental music]
JUDY: Hello, Mr. Smith.
JUDY: l really do appreciate your coming out here.
-Well, l'm not promising anything. -l know.
But you brought the rest of the team with you.
ShaII we go in?
Uncle Jes, Aunt Carrie, this is John Smith...
Templeton Peck...
-H.M. Murdock, and B.A. Baracus. -How do you do?
The A-Team l told you about.
This is my aunt and uncle, Jes and Carrie Hicks.
Why don't you all just sit down and make yourselves at home?
Would anybody care for some chicken soup?
CARRlE: l made it fresh yesterday. FACE: l would.
CARRlE: Good. l'll go get some for everybody. l'll be right back.
JES: l wanna make something very clear up-front, Mr. Smith.
l love my country.
l served in World War ll, Korea, before l settled on this farm.
It's not my styIe to go out and hire a bunch of maverick soIdiers on the run.
But at this point, l'll do anything to get my boy back.
We love our country, too, Mr. Hicks.
lt's just that we have a slight disagreement...
with its authorities at the moment.
Please...
don't judge us about what you don't know anything about.
Fair enough.
CARRlE: Here we go. Soup's on.
Thanks.
CARRlE: Be careful not to sip it too fast. You'll scald yourself.
''AbnormaI PsychoIogy''?
Are you a psychiatrist, Mr. Murdock?
No, ma'am. l'm insane.
Would you like a soda cracker with your soup?
MURDOCK: Thank you.
HANNlBAL: Your son and his partner ran a cargo-shipping business in Long Beach.
I'II put this as dipIomaticaIIy as I can, Mr. Hicks...
but those businesses do everything but take out an ad for drug-running.
l'm not saying my son wasn't carrying drugs.
I'm just saying that he didn't know he was. Otherwise he wouIdn't have made the run.
Sometimes people do things...
that we didn't think they would do.
Honest, patriotic Christians don't become drug smugglers.
My son is a war vet with a Purple Heart.
He's innocent. He's a victim of somebody eIse's wrongdoing.
You can't know that's the truth.
l don't know for sure you guys are who you say you are...
but l'm gonna take a chance.
The least you could do is to believe in my son's innocence.
[Glass shattering]
Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?
No, l'm just clumsy.
l'm always dropping things in the-- Thank you.
When Robbie was living home, he'd come running out of his room.
''Mom, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?'' Just like you did.
l bet you've got a mother at home who drops things, too.
No, l don't.
Actually, l'm a....
l'm an orphan.
Who sent you cookies when you were in the Army?
-Mostly the mess hall. -That's a sin.
CARRlE: Fine boy like you, and nobody sending you cookies.
lt would take a lot of money for a jailbreak in a foreign country.
JES: A jailbreak?
I don't want Robbie puIIed from no jaiI. That's not how it's done.
l want you to get to the bottom of this.
l want you to find the guy who's using my son as a patsy.
-Well, that would take even more money. -Money's not an issue here.
l have someone who will buy my farm.
lt's not a big one, but it's enough to pay your bills.
Sell the farm?
That's everything you have.
No, dear. The farm is nothing. Robbie is everything we have.
l'll be honest with you, Mr. Hicks. l couldn't take your farm.
So we'll just have to do it for free.
Yeah, it'll be COD. You pay us when we deliver your son.
l think that's fair, Hannibal.
That way Mr. and Mrs. Hicks will have a chance to raise the money first.
l think we could arrange that.
-So you'll take the job? -Yes, sir.
What was it, the chicken soup?
That chicken soup was all right.
lt wasn't as good as my grandmother's, but it was all right, man.
Okay, kid. One minute you're complaining we're a charity club...
and the next minute we're doing it for free. What goes on?
You yourself said we couldn't take the farm.
-What else could we have done? -You didn't give us a chance to discuss it.
-You volunteered us. -What's the big deal?
We're simply out to exonerate someone. We do it all the time.
But, Face, this guy and his partner...
could have the biggest drug-running operation we ever saw.
His partner, maybe, but not Robbie.
He's exactly the way my uncle described him.
l'd bet my life on his innocence.
Otherwise, l never would've gone through the trouble of looking you guys up.
l don't care how we do any of this, as long as Murdock don't fly us.
MURDOCK: You are constantly drawing false conclusions...
based on little or no information at all.
You're a nut, and that's a conclusion based on fact.
MURDOCK: Only based on your definition of what constitutes nuttiness.
The others here might agree that my recent behaviour...
can only be described as normal.
A reasonabIe description, considering the fact...
that l have consciously decided to conform to less-aberrant behaviour...
simply because of your constant verbal abuse.
Even when he talks straight, he sounds crazy.
-Do they argue like this all the time? -Usually.
HANNlBAL: The first thing we have to do is check out that cargo shipping company...
and your cousin's partner.
-You know his name? -Al Jackson.
l tried contacting him...
but he wouldn't even give me the time of day.
Sometimes it's just a matter of how you ask for it.
JUDY: What do you mean?
What Face means is...
you can find almost anything you want to know about a person...
providing you have the proper psychological approach.
HANNlBAL: Right, Murdock? MURDOCK: Right.
[Slow instrumental music]
[Knocking on door]
lt's open.
HANNlBAL: You Al Jackson? AL: Yeah. Cash box is in the back.
We wanna ask you about a guy named Robert Hicks.
AL: Who are you?
We wanna know about Robert Hicks.
Right. Okay. What do you wanna know?
He doesn't work here anymore. That's all l know.
No, it isn't.
You know he was thrown in a Venezuelan jail for smuggling drugs out of Colombia.
He was supposed to be bringing back a shipment of turquoise...
from the Turquoise Mining Company in Málaga.
These are freelance assignments. He's allowed to try to do anything he wants.
Al, l don't think Hicks wanted to run drugs.
Now, what do you know about this? Who hired him?
Look, l'm just a runner. That's all. l take my cut and that's it.
Sometimes l don't go, and l send Rob.
Did Hicks know he was running drugs?
AL: l doubt if he did.
l don't think he would've made the runs. He's kind of a goody two-shoes.
-Who's behind the operation? -Beats me.
You'd have to track him down to Colombia.
-That's where he works out of. -Good.
Now they've lost Hicks, they're gonna need a pilot. Murdock.
AL: l've already got a pilot for the next run. FACE: Yeah?
-What's his name? -Dick Nash.
AL: What are you doing?
You don't expect Dick Nash here to carry the drugs back on his shoulders.
Those are the keys to the plane. Let him go, B.A.
JUDY: What happened? What did you find out?
Murdock just got hired by the Long Beach Cargo shipping company.
And this is serious business, Murdock.
So you can't take your invisible dog Billy, or your talking bug friends. You got that?
B.A., have l said anything about invisible dogs?
Have l had any conversations with insects of late? No.
You are the one dispIaying paranoiac tendencies, my friend.
lf you will excuse me.
Judy, we're gonna fly from here, so if you'll take the van back to your house--
Wait a minute. l'm going with you. He's my cousin.
No way. This is dangerous work.
-l forgot to bring B.A.'s bedtime drink. -What?
Can l use a 2-by-4 again?
B.A.'s bedtime drink?
Yeah. He's afraid to fly. We have to drug him to get him on a plane.
JUDY: Have you ever tried hypnosis?
Yeah, it's a great idea, but none of us knows anything about hypnosis.
l do. l could try it if you'd like.
But that means I get to come aIong.
Okay, try it on him. lf it works, you're in.
And if it does work, don't have him singing like a chicken or anything.
Pardon me, Mr. Baracus...
but l have been admiring the jewellery around your neck.
This piece in particular.
Would you mind if l took a closer look at it?
B.A.: Sure. Look all you want.
lt's such an unusual piece.
[Mystical instrumental music]
JUDY: Look how it catches the light on the corners.
-Yeah, it's pretty, ain't it? -See how it shines?
Yeah.
[Police siren wailing]
Hey, Colonel, we're gonna get some company here.
This baby's ready to go if you are.
HANNlBAL: Jackson must have called them.
Judy, we're gonna have to hurry this up just a little.
JUDY: When l count to three, you'll be fast asleep.
JUDY: One, two-- HANNlBAL: Three.
Judy, drive this around behind the shed, will you?
[Upbeat instrumental music]
Hannibal, let him go! We don't have time for that!
You phoned the cops, didn't you, sleazebag?
You tried to steal my plane.
Maybe we should stick around...
and explain to them about your little cocaine-smuggling operation.
Who are you guys?
You get the cops, and you tell them how wrong you were to call them...
or we'll be back here to turn you into dog meat, you understand?
Good.
[Upbeat instrumental music continues]
-Okay, what's the problem, mister? -There's no problem.
Just a small misunderstanding.
[Majestic instrumental music]
Unbelievable.
To think of all the sodium pentothal we wasted...
when all we had to do was hypnotise him.
Could you fix it so we could do this all the time?
Sure. l can suggest a word that will put him to sleep every time he hears it.
And when this is aII over, I can canceI it.
You better make it a very obscure word.
l wouldn't want him to go beddy-bye in the middle of a firefight.
l usually use the word ''eclipse.''
l think you'll find that's used once every few years.
Yeah. l don't think l've ever used it.
When we land, l'll give him the cue and then wake him up.
l'm gonna see what the ETA is. Excuse me.
Well, Murdock, how's it going?
l'm on final approach, sir.
We should be landing in about 15 minutes, Colonel.
While we're running around trying to find out who's running this operation...
as a new pilot...
l think it would be a good idea to give this Dick Nash a really rough edge.
To keep them from asking too many questions, you know?
l'll examine my alternatives and l'll come up with something, sir.
Murdock, are you going straight on me?
Straight, sir?
Well, you know, no soliloquies, no songs.
HANNlBAL: The words coming from your mouth...
could come from the mouth of an insurance salesman.
-You're turning legit. -No.
l'm merely conforming to...
a more acceptable norm of conduct, sir.
l'm gonna miss it, you know.
The old yell you used to give on take off.
Colonel, you still have your memories.
[Slow instrumental music]
JUDY: B.A., when l count to three, you will wake up.
But when you hear the word ''eclipse,'' you will fall right back to sleep.
Any chance you can make it so he won't want to kill us when he wakes up?
Sorry. One, two, three.
Where are we? What's going on?
We're in a plane. ls that fool Murdock flying this thing?
Eclipse!
Hey, Hannibal, this is gonna be fun.
Just don't get carried away.
MURDOCK: What do you think of this...
Colonel?
Nice touch, Murdock.
l got it cutting my way through barbed wire with my teeth.
What about Sleeping Beauty here?
Okay, Judy, after we're gone, wake him up...
and tell him to be ready in case there's any trouble. Let's go.
One, two, three.
Where did everybody go?
[Door opening]
You looking for somebody?
Nash. Dick Nash.
-l don't think he's reported in yet. -Well, he has now.
-You're Dick Nash? -How many times l gotta repeat myself?
Go ahead, help yourself. Here's an opener.
lt's grape. l don't like grape.
Come on.
l'll show you where your cargo is.
Oh, no, Hannibal. We'll never be able to go through all these filing cabinets.
FACE: We don't know what we're looking for.
HANNlBAL: Speak for yourself.
HANNlBAL: ''Talbot,'' ''Thurston,'' ''Trenton''...
''Turquoise Mine Jewellery Company.''
l don't believe it. They actually keep records on drug smuggling?
Everybody keeps records, even ones they never want found.
Remember Nixon?
Hey, man, what's going on? What are we doing here?
Good, B.A. Stay out there and keep an eye on things for us.
Here he is. Winston Corliss.
-That's the guy everybody's working for. -Why does that name sound familiar?
Amy was talking about him.
A friend of hers investigated him last year on drug trafficking.
He fled the country and they were never able to extradite him?
He's got friends high up in the Colombian government.
Hannibal, that reporter friend of Amy's, he got killed, didn't he?
He sure did. Winston's scum.
lf we could turn him over...
we could open up a network of drug operations all over the world.
And if you two don't get out of there before somebody catches you...
we're gonna find ourselves opened up all over the world. Come on.
MURDOCK: These crates are heavy. Get us some help, will you?
DALTON: Hiya, Pete.
You wanna lend us a hand? We got four more crates here.
-This the turquoise run? -Yeah.
That's the new pilot. He came in early. He doesn't talk much.
He's strange, but as long as he can fly, what do we care, right?
l thought we were getting Dick Nash to make this run.
-Dick Nash. That's him. -That ain't Dick Nash.
l worked with him a few years ago on the Caribbean line.
-Are you sure? -Positive. Dick Nash is black.
Hey, you! Nash!
Or whatever your name is.
Who are you, mister? What happened to Dick Nash?
l am Dick Nash.
PETE: l know Dick and you ain't him. MURDOCK: You couldn't know me...
'cause l wouldn't stoop to spit on you.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Exclaiming]
PETE: l got a gun in the car, Mack.
[Dalton grunting]
[Gunshot firing]
Now, the question you're asking yourself is...
did he fire five or six bullets?
-Do you feel lucky? -Who are you guys, anyway?
B.A., put these guys out of their misery.
HANNlBAL: Hang on to this, honey.
Things look good. We got the shipload of cocaine...
and we know the name of the number one bad guy.
Now all we have to do is catch him.
Hey, Hannibal, l ain't flying, man.
l don't know how you guys have been getting me in and out of these planes.
-But this time l'm ready for you. This time-- -Eclipse.
l don't know how we're gonna pull this off.
Even if we catch Corliss, we can't extradite him.
As long as he's in Colombia, he's safe.
But l have a plan. lt's brilliant.
Brilliant and foolproof.
All we have to do is get Murdock to crash the plane.
l think l'd like to be hypnotised for this part, too.
Suit yourself.
l just received word a plane has gone down in the jungle near the border.
A small cargo plane.
Gather up a search party. We're going to look for it.
Perhaps we can find another shipment of ''turquoise.''
[Exclaiming]
Murdock. That's good enough.
HANNlBAL: Let me see what you look like.
JUDY: l don't know, Hannibal. l guess you guys know what you're doing.
But it sure does seem like an elaborate plan.
It seems Iike there's gotta be a simpIer way to go about this.
HANNlBAL: This is simple.
He wanders to the highway until someone picks him up and takes him to the hospital.
Once Corliss finds out, he'll go to him to find out where the plane crashed.
-What if he doesn't do anything like that? -He will.
He's already lost one load of cocaine. He can't let another one rot in the jungle.
-A black eye. -What?
He needs a black eye, like he hit his head on impact.
HANNlBAL: l'm sorry, Murdock, but makeup would wash off in the hospital.
All in the line of duty, sir.
And l know just the man to give it to him.
No, B.A., you'd break his jaw. Face, you hit him.
Right.
FACE: Murdock, this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.
Now, what kind of punch would you like?
Left cross, left jab, right uppercut?
CORLlSS: This is the second shipment this week that l've lost.
Do you know how much money we're talking here?
DALTON: Maybe we didn't lose this shipment.
The piIot waIked away from the wreck.
That means that the stuff could still be intact.
l wanna know what's going on here. l wanna know where this pilot Nash came from.
l wanna know what happened to the real pilot...
and l wanna know who these friends of his are...
that hung you two tough guys out to dry.
Did you at Ieast get a good Iook at them?
Not really. They jumped us from behind.
It was aII Iike a bIur.
l'd recognise that one guy real fast.
l ain't seen nothing like him in my life.
What hospital is he in, this Nash guy, or whatever his name is?
DALTON: ln Málaga. CORLlSS: Okay.
The least we could do for one of our employees is to pay him a little visit.
Get the guns. Let's go.
l can't take it no more. There are midgets all over the floor.
And their hands are larger than my feet.
They're grabbing at me--
Please, don't.
FACE: Knock it off, Murdock, will you?
A little delirium goes a long ways.
l have to. l'm practicing.
l got all these pent-up anxieties from acting straight.
How do l look?
Think those guys will recognise me?
Absolutely.
[Door opening]
Please, we have a man in pain.
Let me check him out of the hospital, Doc. Now, move aside.
What do you think you're doing?
l said we're taking cousin Dick back home.
You can't do this. What do you plan to do with him?
He's gonna show us where he crashed his plane.
PETE: Now let's move it.
MURDOCK: lt must have been a dinosaur from the Mesozoic era.
This is really highly irregular.
Did you see those lights in the sky? There were thousands of them.
They landed, but who knows where? They could be here.
They could be right here. Please, don't make me, please.
CORLlSS: Who is this guy? DALTON: His doctor.
Needed him to get out of the hospital.
Figured he could help out...
'cause this banana slips in and out of reality every five minutes.
-He's gotta get us to that plane. -He'll get us to the plane. Won't he, doctor?
l'm his doctor. l don't control his mind.
l'm sure you'll think of something.
They control the horizontal. They control the vertical.
Don't attempt to adjust it. You'll be next.
[Sternly] You'll be next.
Watch for cars.
JUDY: A little to the right. Good.
JUDY: Just a second, let me-- HANNlBAL: Wait.
HANNlBAL: Right there? JUDY: Good. Okay.
Come on, let's go.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Adventurous instrumental music continues]
HANNlBAL: Well, 7:00.
HANNlBAL: That's all right, considering we were a couple of hands short.
ls that them?
l'll find out.
HANNlBAL: Let's go. We gotta move. B.A.: Move? Are you crazy?
No. A bunch of Venezuelan FederaIes crossed the border line.
They're headed this way. We can't let them find the cocaine.
We got Corliss to deliver to them.
-What about the plane? -We're gonna have to move it.
-You didn't break anything, did you, B.A.? -No. But l should have.
lt's bad enough when Murdock flies, but at least he knows how to.
Who said l was gonna fly it? Get aboard.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
You're actually gonna taxi this thing through the jungle?
l never thought the day would come when l'd wish Murdock was here.
Hang on.
[Gunshot firing]
l think you better step on it, Hannibal.
Yeah, if you don't go any faster, they're gonna get one of our tyres, man!
l'll shoot their tyres first. Get to that cargo door, discourage them a little.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Adventurous instrumental music continues]
[Jeep tyres screeching]
Let's get those vehicles in order. Fast.
We have to try to keep following it, which shouldn't be too hard.
There's no place to take off.
[Speaking in Spanish]
DALTON: We're almost out of Colombia, Mr. Corliss.
CORLlSS: No, we still have 15 kilometres to go. l'm still safe.
This had better be the right turnoff.
Remember, Doctor, you're responsible.
Don't worry.
As difficult as he was to understand...
l think l can manage to figure out my own patient's instructions.
Climbed out of the ice. lt was bigger than a house.
lt laid an egg, but it was too late for breakfast.
MURDOCK: Please, l don't wanna look at it.
l looked up into 500 pounds of foreign muscle and....
CORLlSS: There's no plane.
WeII, Doctor...
l guess you didn't understand your patient as well as you thought you did.
Perhaps if we could wait for another moment of coherency...
l could ask him again.
Did you hear that, Mr. Nash? Would you like another painkiller?
l got a painkiller for the both of you.
Now where's the plane?
Gotta look on the bright side.
We don't have to make this one look like a plane crash.
Hannibal, this is terrible, man.
The plane cut a path that even blind people can follow.
Them Federales are gonna be on us in a hot second.
You're probably right.
Get the weapons out. l'll be back in a minute.
Wait a minute, man. Where you going?
Well, l gotta go back to the old plane site...
and tell Face and Murdock where we are.
But I have to stay out of sight.
How you gonna do that, man?
l've decided the most realistic way is to use my duck call.
Hannibal, not the call.
EspeciaIIy after what happened to us Iast time.
What happened last time?
B.A., this time it'll work.
l take it Hannibal's duck call isn't very good.
Good? lt's perfect. That's the problem.
The last time he used that call...
some duck hunters from the area almost had us for dinner.
Disgusting! Being mistaken for ducks.
[Duck whistle blowing]
You're wasting my time.
This is definitely oil from an airplane.
CORLlSS: What? FACE: Airplane oil.
You see, what probably happened is my patient came right down through here...
and crashed somewhere down the line.
If I can work with my patient...
l'm sure he'll be able to lead us right to where the plane crashed.
Won't you?
[Ducks quacking]
-What the hell is that? -Sounds like a duck.
Plane!
What did l tell you?
We're definiteIy cIosing in on it.
I think we'd better stay on foot.
Plane!
[Murdock imitating airplane engine whirring]
The rear patrol reports no sign of further advancement.
That means the plane can be no more than 3 miles from us in any direction.
So we'll split up and circle the area. Then we will move in together.
All right. Let's go.
HANNlBAL: They'll be here any minute.
l don't know how many of them there are, so be ready for anything.
-Seen any duck hunters along the way? -You had to tell her.
Let Judy stay on the ground below these boxes.
B.A., take the left flank.
MURDOCK: Three-hundred light-years from Earth.
They're all buried under the ground. Don't touch the eggs.
Keep away from me.
Might that be what you've been looking for, gentlemen?
My plane!
My kingdom for my plane!
l think he means that one.
Let's move it!
This isn't over for anybody until l get my stash back.
[Leaves rustling]
FederaIes!
This is a trap.
Hey, this guy's a phoney. He ain't no doctor!
DALTON: He's the guy that jumped us this morning at the airport.
HANNlBAL: Let's give them cover, B.A.
[Gunshot firing]
Don't let those guys get away!
-But Mr. Corliss-- -l said we get up!
Glad to see you. Grab a gun.
Hannibal, next time you decide to move, send out change-of-address cards.
Murdock and l almost bought the farm back there.
You know we got FederaIes headed this way?
Yeah, they arrived a little early. That's why we had to relocate.
Okay, l'll go around back, see if l can find Corliss.
Face, take my position.
[Heroic instrumental music]
-l'm out of ammo, B.A. Hand me some clips. -What?
Clips! Give me clips!
JUDY: You said the trigger word. You said ''eclipse.''
Judy!
CORLlSS: Let's get out of here. Let them fight it out.
Now, drop your guns, everyone.
SANCHEZ: l order you all under arrest.
You need not bother with me and my associates.
This man here is the one you want.
And there's more of his team hidden in the jungIe, I'm sure.
And here we are.
What's this? What's going on?
Mr. Winston Corliss is one of the world's leading cocaine dealers.
This is some of his stock in trade.
We thought you might want to keep it for the court, as evidence.
lf l were you, Colonel, l would arrest them and forget about everything else.
l have friends in the Colombian government...
who could make things very difficult for you.
l couldn't care less about your friends in the Colombian government.
This is Venezuela you're in now.
Venezuela?
We knew we couldn't extradite you from Colombia...
so we nailed you in another country. Neat, huh?
Who are you men? What do you have to do with all of this?
We are agents for the United States Drug Enforcement Agency.
Undercover, of course.
That's the best news story l ever read.
FACE: Please, won't you sit down?
We got a letter from the American ambassador down there...
and he said that in just a very few days, probably, Robbie will be released.
After they found out that Mr. CorIiss was behind aII of this...
they believed in Robbie's innocence immediately.
l'm sure his military record had a lot to do with it, Uncle Jes.
So we decided we'd better get down here and make this place into a real homecoming.
We have collected nearly $15,000, Mr. Smith.
CARRlE: And if you just give us a few more days, we'll have the whole thing.
Well, it really didn't cost that much.
The airplane usually runs up the big bill...
and we had one provided for us.
Which brings up the same question, Hannibal.
Now, how are you getting me in and out of these airplanes, man?
Have you thought about seeing a doctor about these blackouts you've been having?
Blackouts?
Man, l ain't having no blackouts. l'm falling dead asleep.
And every time l wake up, there's a plane nearby.
lt's probably narcolepsy.
It's very common.
-lt happens to Billy all the time. -You see, Murdock? There you go again.
Talking about your crazy made-up friends.
I knew you weren't going straight, fooI.
We're only trying to make you feel more comfortable.
Comfortable? lt's all because of you that l'm having these blackouts, sucker.
B.A.'s afraid to fly, Uncle Jes. That's what this is all about.
Really?
l bet Judy here can help you out. She knows hypnosis.
And l bet she could put B.A. in a trance and talk him right out of his fear.
Hypnosis. That's it!
No.
You hypnotised me, didn't you?
B.A.: Hannibal, l want an answer from you, right now.
Answer me, Hannibal, before l knock your head right off your shoulders.
JUDY: Hannibal....
-Eclipse. -l cancelled the word.
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