(Murdock) This is Miami!
Can I take your name?
Yeah. My name's trouble...
and you got some of it, lady.
You're dirt, Joey, and you're never going to get this hotel.
They' re the new owners.
I like owning a hotel.
Nice quiet life, huh, Face?
♪ Huarachi sandals too Bushy, bushy blonde hairdo ♪♪
I want that hotel!
I didn't like the terms.
...you just signed a death warrant.
This is almost unfair, isn't it Hannibal?
[laughing] Yeah.
These guys were professionals, you know.
We're not talking about a couple of beach boys.
(Murdock) I' h' everybody had an ocean N'
This man said, "I'm the lifeguard".
Help!
Take this dude and teach him to breathe underwater.
Hannibal is right on the money.
One false move and you are dead.
[grunting]
(Joey) How'd you like to take a nice ride to the beach?
Those guys, they're dead and buried.
Yeah, the war's over. We won.
Welcome to Miami.
(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]
£J'[Surf in' USA playing]
How much longer do we have to hang in there, Sandy?
Look at this place. Look what's happened to it.
How long did Pop hang in there?
Till he died.
We've got to keep going.
We've got to hang in there for him.
We'll make it work.
Think so, Sandy?
I'm having my doubts.
Hey. We're fighters, remember?
[people cheering]
They're setting a table right now for you. Can I take your name?
Yeah. My name's trouble and you got some of it, lady.
[hostess screaming]
(hostess) Stop it!
Sandy, no!
Get out of here! Get out!
You don't learn, do you, lady?
This place is going out of business.
Sandy, let's go call the police. Come on.
[crashing]
Oh girls, I feel so bad about what's going on out there.
All those tables being tipped over...
and the waiters getting hit.
I hear that can really be bad for business.
Maybe you should call the police.
Get the hell off our property.
Wait a minute, I got a friend in the police department.
Sergeant Morgan. We grew up together.
You know, if you want, I'll see what he can do for you.
You're dirt, Joey, and you're never going to get this hotel.
Boy, you two.
You two are just as stubborn as your old man.
He didn't want to sell this hotel either.
And he went to his grave fighting you.
You had a real nice hotel here.
It was a very nice place.
And, these fish...
these fish are real nice, too.
They're so pretty and delicate.
Just like the two of you.
What a shame to have to hurt such pretty creatures.
N'[music playing]
[people chattering]
My feet are killing me.
I'm tired, I'm catching a cold...
and now this Chinese guy...
sends us to a lousy part of town...
to go wait at some bar for the A-Team.
It sounds like a scam to me.
Well, it's the only shot that we have.
Besides, we didn't come all the way to Los Angeles to quit now.
I guess that's what I love about my big sister.
She's stubborn.
Well, what'll it be, ladies?
How about a foot massage?
Or a couple of ginger ales?
They say that bartenders are better than psychoanalysts...
when it comes to reading people.
And you two look like you got a lot on your minds.
Look, my sister and I are really tired.
So could we just have our drinks and do without the psychology?
Well, I was only trying to be pleasant.
Did anyone leave a note or a message for Tina or Sandy?
I just come on. I'll check around the register here.
Nope.
Nothing.
Thanks.
You two have very interesting accents.
I'll bet you come from Miami way.
No, Fort Lauderdale.
Aye, but I was close, wasn't I?
And why are you so curious about us?
Hi, there.
You like to dance?
This is a dead end. Let's go.
(Hannibal) Oh, but you didn't touch your drinks.
Yeah, well, we changed our minds.
What a pity.
They were purchased by the A-Team.
What? The A-Team. Really?
Yeah.
I'm Hannibal Smith. This is Templeton Peck.
You can call me Face.
You were checking us out?
Mmm-hmm.
And you check out rather nicely.
I just don't believe it.
These two, sweet, innocent girls...
being terrorized by a sewer rat? Scum?
Slime bait?
Yes.
This guy Joey Epic will do anything to get a hold of our hotel.
He's already offered us twice what it's worth.
And when we wouldn't sell, he sent his goons over to beat up our help...
and scare off all our customers.
We're two months behind on our mortgage and we're going out of business.
He already has a huge hotel called The Sunset.
Not to mention half the resort city...
and a brand new high-rise he's building.
Why is this guy interested in your hotel?
I mean, no offense or anything.
That's what we can't figure.
Well, if he offered you so much money, why don't you sell out?
(Tina) The hotel is all we have.
Our father died a few months ago.
He had a heart attack.
We know it was from the stress Joey was putting him through.
We'd never let that scum have it.
I'd like to take this dude and teach him to breathe underwater. Oh!
B.A., is that tooth bothering you again?
No, it'll be all right.
[groaning]
B.A., it's from those candy bars you've been eating.
I'm telling you, that tooth is going to have to be pulled.
[sighs]
We could take your case...
but you should know we're very expensive.
We have a way to pay you.
We'll just sign over the hotel to you.
And you can take all the profits as long as you run it...
and keep those animals off our backs.
Another profit-sharing plan.
Well, you know, Hannibal, we haven't had a vacation in a while.
Might be kind of fun.
Quaint little hotel on the beach, lots of sun...
girls. It might be fun.
♪ Goin' to Surf City just to get some fun ♪ Yeah.
(both) ♪ We're goin' to Surf City where it's two to one ♪
♪ Two girls for every guy N'
[groaning]
Ladies, you just hired the A-Team.
We'll see you in Florida, tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Hannibal, Florida is three days away by car.
I'm not going in no airplane.
Well, it's just a little domestic disagreement.
Hannibal, I said I ain't flying, man.
I know. I know that, B.A.
But if you drive across country with a sore tooth...
you won't be any good to anybody.
Now, Face and I will fly out tonight.
You get your tooth fixed...
and you and Murdock can drive through and we'll see you when you get there.
Yeah, I even know a good dentist.
He's a personal friend of mine.
He'll put you to sleep. You won't feel a thing.
I hate dentists.
And I hate driving with Murdock.
But you hate flying with Murdock more, don't you?
Don't you?
[phone rings]
Relax B.A., relax. Dentists are our friends.
If you're real good, he might give you a sucker when he's done.
A sucker is what I feel like for being here.
Mr. Baracas?
[sighing]
Mr. Baracas?
We're here!
[grunting]
Right this way, please.
You're not afraid, are you?
Who, me? I ain't afraid of nothing.
Oh, B.A., you're so tense.
Just think about relaxing things.
Like, the sunny beaches of Florida...
lounging around the hotel, sipping piña coladas...
enjoying the finest cuisine...
nine millimeter dum-dum bullets...
stinger missiles exploding...
M-15 army tanks.
Mighty-night.
Take good care of him.
And give him my phone number when he wakes up, will you?
Sure, you bet.
Beach Cove Hotel.
Nice. Up front, Murdock.
Now...
today is the 8th, add three days, that's the 11th.
Got it?
Now Murdock, don't let him see a newspaper whatever you do.
You got it.
Here.
Honk when he wakes up.
You got it.
Wake up, B.A., wake up now.
What, fool?
I don't blame you for falling asleep, man.
You know, we made great time.
Driving straight for two days.
I don't remember driving no two days straight.
Man, you dozed right on off.
I had to grab the wheel from you when you pulled over.
Boy, you must have really been exhausted.
Driving? I don't remember getting in no car. Yeah.
Look, there's Hannibalman and Faceman.
Garbage man and policeman and postman!
Well, that was fast.
Yeah, we didn't expect you until tonight.
Oh, we had a fine ride, sir...
fine indeed. I took pictures.
You see? This is a picture of the Rio Grande when we went by...
and this here is New Mexico when we went through.
You see this Indian lady here? She's selling blankets.
You crazy fool! I don't see no pictures!
Oh, B.A., photography is interpretation, man.
Pictures are not merely light-sensitive silver nitrate on paper, man.
It's an expression of a feeling.
It's an idea concept of a mood or a desire. Don't you understand?
Nice pose, want it?
Well, see you guys inside.
Right.
Still don't remember driving for no two days.
What does it matter, B.A.?
We're here, man. This is Miami.
It's the sunshine state.
♪ If everybody had an ocean across the USA ♪
♪ Then everybody'd be surf in' like California ♪
♪ You'd see them wearing their baggies ♪
♪ Huarache sandals too Bushy, bushy blonde hairdo N'
I thought we told you how dangerous it was to stay open.
There's not a thing we can do about it.
They're the new owners.
You think B.A.'s going to go for it?
Excuse me. You running this hotel?
Beach Cove Hotel. Yep.
Well, maybe you ought to think about getting a new one.
This one's a bad investment.
Things get broken very easily here.
Customers get hit.
There's a bad element around this neighborhood.
Well, that's funny. We came here to clean it up.
(Hannibal) Come on, Face, give me a hand.
Throw him through the window.
[car horn honking]
Just a minute.
Here.
This ought to take care of your trouble...
[panting]
And a one way trip to the Sunset Hotel.
And you can tell Joey, the Beach Cove Hotel...
sends its regards.
I like owning a hotel.
Nice quiet life, huh, Face?
[laughs]
Good. Now...
Sheila, I want you and Tami here to hit...
all the major restaurants in the area, all right?
See if you can get the parking attendants to help you.
I want every person to get one of these flyers.
Oh, and be sure to tell them about the complimentary drinks...
while they're waiting for their rooms.
All right? There you go.
We still have that date tomorrow for my acting lessons, right?
Oh, sure, sure. You bet.
Acting lessons?
Well, I had to get these flyers out, Hannibal.
It's not easy getting free help.
Sure.
[seagulls cawing]
Well, B.A.?
Ain't no fire escape, man.
Looks like the penthouse is serviced by a copter pad...
with a private elevator.
Pretty secure, huh?
Let me have a look, man.
No, ion“!
I should have the binocs.
Faceman said lam the lifeguard.
You gonna be a package of cream cheese in a minute.
I'm the lifeguard. You can't even swim.
Don't you say that! Yes, I can!
B.A., look, you'll sink with all that gold on there...
so why don't you let Murdock be lifeguard, huh?
You could be security. Yeah.
Jeez, man, jeez.
Hey, I don't know, why we don't go up there and kick some butts?
We're going to wait for an opening.
Now don't take your eyes off that joint.
See if you can find out how many bodyguards he's got...
and any possible access to that penthouse.
(Murdock) ♪ East Coast girls are neat ♪
♪ I really like those styles they wear ♪
♪ Those Southern girls and the way they kiss ♪
♪ They keep their boyfriends warm at night ♪
♪ I wish they all could be Californian ♪
♪ I wish they all could be Californian girls N'
[people chattering]
Thank you, darling.
You know...
I think my idea of having all the help wear bikinis is really going to pay off.
Yeah.
You really seem to have things cooking around here, Mr. Peck.
I am disappointed though. No wet T-shirt contests?
3:00. At the Lanai.
Aren't the posters up yet? Oh, do I have to do everything?
Bambi!
Well, I imagine it is hard for him, keeping everything going...
and so much of his time must be spent hiring...
38s, 24s and 36s.
I know it's hard to believe, but it's for your benefit.
We have to make this place look hot, make it look very successful because...
and don't look up...
Mr. Epic is watching our every move.
(Joey) I don't believe this.
I send you two out there to close it down, you come back here all beat up...
and then I see the place crawling with young girls in bikinis and happy tourists!
And then that Smith character is taking in the sun and he's leering at us!
I mean, I just don't know what--
Joey, take it easy. I will not take it easy!
These guys were professionals, you know?
We're not talking about a couple of beach boys...
that the girls picked up at some lousy bar.
Rocky, do me a favor. Shut up, will you?
What do I look like, dog food or something? I don't need excuses.
I need the deed to that hotel in less than four days...
or we're going to be slapped in cellophane...
and shipped to a discount butcher shop.
Do you understand what I'm talking about? I want that hotel!
[people chattering]
[birds chirping]
No.
Listen. Darlene...
we want to go easy on the mustard, you see?
We're trying to make a profit here. Let me show you.
Now, you see, what we want to do...
is just put one spot of mustard, right?
And, just two pickles, okay?
Amazing. Such dedication.
Total.
Keep her busy, Face. I'm going to take a walk.
Right.
See, not a great hot dog, but a good one.
Excuse me. Yes?
It's just like me, this darn room key.
I just can't seem to make it work.
Maybe you could...
Sure.
I'm great with locks.
Thank you.
I was looking around for a bellboy but I just couldn't seem to find one.
Yeah.
Well, I'm Hannibal Smith.
Hi. I'm Denise.
I've changed my mind about the lock.
So did I.
(Murdock) Boy, Hannibal is right on the money.
Give me that.
♪ She's got her daddy's car and she's cruising to the hamburger stand ♪
(Face) Oh» my!
♪ That she told her old man now ♪♪
[whistling]
We meet again.
I hate corny clichés.
Now, why don't you just get in the limousine and don't try anything funny?
You disappointed me, Mr. Smith.
You made things so easy for us.
Of course, I did.
Now, shall we all jump in the car and go see Mr. Epic?
Okay, you sign right there on the dotted line. Here.
Right here, huh? Yeah.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
What, are you crazy? Crazy?
I didn't like the terms.
Man, are you stupid.
Yeah, but you gotta admit. I run a heck of a hotel.
Eddie.
[groaning]
Now, you're gonna have to understand one thing, and that is...
that I'm gonna have that hotel.
Now, you can either be real smart and take my terms...
or be stupid and end up playing volleyball with the sand crabs.
Now, what are you gonna do?
[panting]
Joey, you and I both know...
why I gotta have that hotel.
What are you talking about?
[exhaling]
Come on.
You don't think I'd take over a dying hotel...
if I didn't know why you had to have it so badly, too,huh?
You don't know nothing.
You wanna bet?
Oh, I'm sorry, but you just signed your death warrant. Yeah.
Take him out about three miles and feed him to the fish.
Get him out of here.
Yeah, let me have Councilman Prescott. Yeah.
[sighing]
Tell Epic he's got lousy cigars.
[guns firing]
(Joey) Okay, okay, so we had a little trouble.
(Carlin) [guess I didn't teach you very much, did I, Joey?
My sister used to leave you with me when she went away.
I used to rock you on my lap when you were a baby.
I watched my sister change your diapers.
Now, I guess I gotta change them, huh,Joey?
I don't like it.
Listen, Mr. Carlin, I called a meeting with Michael Prescott.
I'm checking out Smith's story. I'm gonna find out...
if Prescott's been talking. I'm on top of everything.
So, I hear your gonna come out and see your new hotel.
Oh, wait until you see it.
Okay, Joey-
You're a big boy now. I hope you take care of everything.
Take care of those gumballs...
or I'm gonna take the hotel away from you. You understand, Joey?
Yes, sir. I understand.
[birds chirping]
[groans] Easy. easy.
Hey, don't look at me. You're the one who went and got beat up.
Oh, I didn't get beat up.
I was just needling Joey to get him to make his move, and I got hit. Okay?
And I'm just wrapping it up, okay?
Thanks. And that's not all.
Hannibal's got a plan. He's always got a plan.
Right now, the tiny nucleus of an idea has been postulated...
and it is growing, forming into thought...
and soon will mold itself into a plan. Right, Hannibal?
Well, Joey's got a good reason for wanting this place.
If he bought my story, he'll make his move.
And when he does, we'll be there waiting on him.
(Hannibal) Exactly. Okay. Two junkets at 11:30.
Right, the Sunshine Suites are extra.
Oh, drinks are free. Thanks. Bye.
Sunshine Suites? We don't have any suites here.
Well, you knock out a couple of walls, slap on a little wallpaper.
It's a suite.
Trust me. How you doing, Colonel?
We gotta get our hands on Joey's girl.
She knows what we need to know.
I hear you can find her every morning, taking her beauty swim...
at her private beach.
Usually without her clothes on.
Really?
(Hannibal) Perfect.
Face, you go out and say hello.
You mean that sweet, beautiful creature who pulled the .357 Magnum on you?
He's right. She usually has body guards all around her.
(Face) Well, listen to her.
How come she's more concerned about me than you are?
I didn't exactly say that I was concerned.
Face, I know you know how to swim.
You do?
Help!
(Face) I'm drowning!
My gosh, he's drowning!
Get something!
Help!
[panting]
(Denise) Keep your head up.
I can't swim. Okay, turn around.
Turn around. Calm down.
Save me.
Oh, thank goodness.
[Face grunting]
Hey, stop moving so much. You'll drown.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God.
It's way out there. I can't...
I was really going... I was going fast.
[panting]
[Coughs]
My whole life was passing before my eyes.
[Coughs]
I saw my little red wagon, my GI Joe doll...
Take it easy. Someone get a first aid kit.
I think he's having trouble breathing.
He probably needs mouth-to-mouth.
Oh, yes. I know CPR. I can do it.
[gasping]
I can breathe. I can breathe.
Thank God.
It's cold. I'm freezing.
Tony, would you see if you could find him a blanket?
I'll try and keep him warm.
Is that better?
Much.
I have to tell you a secret.
I wasn't really drowning out there.
I just wanted to meet you.
Is this a gag? No, I'm serious.
I mean, you're a very difficult girl to get to meet.
I mean, with all these bodyguards and everything.
No. [laughing] I don't believe this.
Well, look. How many times have you had a napkin...
with a phone number passed to you in a restaurant?
Or some guy making eye contact with you?
You know, trying to make a date?
I mean, give me a break, don't I get any points for almost dying to meet you?
I've gotta admit, it's an original way to ask for a date.
But, I already have a boyfriend.
Yeah, well I didn't say it was gonna be easy.
Well, maybe we could go for a drink. Maybe.
You see, my boyfriend's got this important business dinner today...
at the Farsider Inn.
I could meet you across town at say, 6:00, at the Beachcomber?
Yeah, that sounds great.
You okay? Oh, yeah.
My legs are just a little weak from two hours of dog paddling.
Oh, thanks. Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.
Matches my suit. Right.
[birds chirping]
It took you long enough.
I was only gonna give you five more minutes.
With a body like she had? Not a chance.
[engine starting]
You think I'm crazy, Joey?
After what you've done for me all these years?
You think I'd talk?
Michael, all I'm saying is that if you did, you'd be a dead man.
He said he knew.
Michael, Mr. Carlin put over 50 million into the high-rise hotel we just built.
50 million. That's a lot of money. I hope you're not lying to me.
I swear, Joey. I swear it.
All right, come on, forget it. Let's have a toast.
To the new Las Vegas. On the beach.
[laughs]
On the beach.
Give us the check, will you? (waiter) Si, Senor.
[clearing throat]
[birds chirping]
I love it. He even talked to me.
And we got it all on tape.
Now, I want you to find Councilman Prescott's yacht...
and pick him up before he has his espresso.
I'll meet you as soon as I change.
Just one more, Hannibal. Thanks.
This is crazy.
Who are you?
We know all about your little scam with Joey Epic.
About how you're gonna sign a statute saying there'll be gambling in this city.
And you know, that's given Joey the incentive...
to buy up all the hotels on the beach...
and make a killing in real estate.
You can't admit that tape in court.
Yes, you're correct about that. But, you see...
we have this friend who works for a newspaper in LA...
and she'd just love to print these...
"allegations", shall we say?
What do you want? What are you doing this for?
We had a couple of friends who didn't want to sell...
and Joey got real tough with them.
Get me off this track.
[train horn blowing]
Get me off here! Get me off! Well, look at that.
Right on time. (Hannibal) Yeah.
Get me off here! Get me off!
Get me off here!
Well, we could, if you sign this paper which says...
you'd never allow re-zoning or gambling in the city.
He's a notary public.
[train horn blowing]
I can't.
I made a deal with Epic. He's a killer.
So is that 3000-ton train I hear coming.
[train horn blowing]
Please! Do you need a pen?
[panting]
This is murder! You can't be serious!
Very.
Okay, I'll sign it. I'll sign anything.
That's better.
[train engine chugging]
Thank you.
Now get me up.
Looks pretty good, huh, Hannibal?
Yeah. Shaky, but nice.
Get me up!
Oh, I don't know. He's such a whiner.
Yeah.
You're not gonna leave me tied up?
I signed it!
Get me off these tracks!
[train horn blowing]
[Scream No! mg]
[Murdock whistling]
Let me tell you how I got the idea.
See, I always wanted to do this for somebody else...
ever since I rode Mr. Toad's Wild Ride at Disneyland.
You know, you're looking down that long, dark tunnel...
and you see that light coming right at you. Wow!
And it didn't even cost you an "E" ticket.
[Murdock exclaiming]
Nice hanging out with you. I'll send you some pictures.
If I were you, I'd take a long trip to Aruba...
because after this, there's no way that Joey won't think...
that we've been talking to you all the time.
I don't know about that.
Well, well.
We seem to be spending a lot of time together lately.
How'd you like to take a nice ride to the beach, huh?
I thought it over. I decided not to meet you.
How do you like it, Smith?
A good friend of mine is coming to take a look at it.
I did a nice job, didn't I?
Oh, it's kind of plain.
Probably would look a lot nicer if you got that gambling ordinance...
to go through.
It'll go through.
I want that paper the councilman signed...
and the tape of the conversation.
Michael told me you made a stop somewhere.
Now, where did you hide it?
I forget.
[gasping]
Kiss me. What do you think...
I like treasure hunts or something? You better produce it...
or the four of you are gonna end up part of the wallpaper.
Well, you see, we stopped the van...
one of us got out, hid the evidence...
got back in, but didn't tell the others.
It'd take days.
Silvio, go to the Beach Cove, pick up the girls, and bring them back here.
I wanna see how fancy this guy talks when we mess up those girls' faces.
You're a real sweetheart. Get him in there.
Hey, Hannibal, this concrete door's pretty thick, man.
Boy, I sure wish we had Superman. Even Jimmy Olsen.
Yeah, well we don't. And we're not going through that door.
Hey, guys. Look.
[laughing]
Mr. Carlin, I'm telling you, it's done.
I got the girls and those guys?
They're dead and buried.
Yeah, the war is over. We won.
Right.
Okay, okay, great. I'll...
I'll see you in five minutes.
And I'll take you on a personal tour of your new hotel.
Right.
Let's go.
[camera clicks]
Little Joey should be back any minute.
Ready?
Feeder's all tried out and ready for action, Colonel.
This is almost unfair, isn't it, Hannibal?
[laughing] Yeah.
Bring them.
Hey, Smith. We got the girls.
So do you have an answer for us, or what?
Sure, shorty. We got just what you need.
You handsome devil.
Well, looks comfy, doesn't he, Face?
Looks like we got company.
See you later.
What the...
Well, well.
Welcome to Miami.
♪ Moon over Miami ♪
♪ Shine on my love tonight ♪♪
I couldn't remember who wanted mustard and who didn't...
on the hamburgers so I brought pigs' feet.
Pigs' feet? Oh, great!
Thanks.
I don't know how we can ever pay you back for all you've done for us.
I got a tan. What more could I want?
And, I think I owe you an apology, Mr. Peck.
What happened to "Face"?
Well, I respect you now.
Well, if I'm ever in the area, I'll stop by.
And maybe I'll take a suite.
[laughing] Good idea.
What is this, Hannibal?
It's today's paper.
Right. Today's paper.
Which means, today is the 9th.
Which means, I got here in a day.
Well, what's a day or two among friends?
A plane ride to me.
Don't look at me.
I'm a soldier. I was just following orders.
You tricked me, sucker!
I did not. Not really.
Now, B.A.
Now, B.A., listen to your commanding officer. This is sunny Florida.
It's the fun city. You know, fun, fun, fun...
till our daddy takes our T-bird away. B.A., no...
[grunting]