lf you fail to pay it...
l take over your little pasta plant.
l can't come up with that money.
You squeeze but you don't strangle.
lf you run he'll only squeeze tighter.
(Jack) What the hell?
Bar is closed.
[screaming]
You think you're gonna try and throw me out of here.
The man is dead.
(Murdock) He died trying to help all of us.
(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]
[birds chirping]
(Nathan) Jackie, you gotta know when to and when not to.
lf you hit him too hard, you cause permanent damage.
You hit him too soft, nobody pays any attention.
lt's knowing the difference...
that's what makes a man successful.
Mr. Vincent, l've been doing real good out there...
with your money.
ln a loan shark operation, Jackie, that's no good.
You gotta have just the right touch.
Sure you scare them...
but you gotta keep them breathing.
You squeeze but you don't strangle.
Jackie...
a dead horse, it can't run.
Mr. Vincent, did somebody call you?
Did one of my accounts come to you?
Because l got a right to know.
lf a guy comes to me and borrows money...
then goes over my head to you, it makes me look weak.
l got a right to be protected.
All right, Jackie.
lt's the little guy with the ltalian restaurant...
Gino Gianni.
Gino.
But you be careful.
You know, most guys push when they should lay back.
They talk when they should listen.
You gotta know when to and when not to.
You be a good boy.
Theresa, many reservations for tonight.
[door opening]
Papa.
You been flapping your gums to the wrong guy, Gino.
l don't understand what you say to me, Mr. Lane.
You went to Mr. Vincent, didn't you?
Now you make it look like...
l lost control of my business. That's what you did, Gino.
No. Vincent, he come here. He ask me.
He say, ''How you doing, Gino? How is the business?''
So l tell him you make me pay too much money.
l borrow $10,000.
l already, in 10 months, l pay you back $20,000.
l still owe you $15,000. He ask me. So l tell him.
[groaning]
Stop it! Don't move.
From now on, l'm accelerating your payments.
Excuse me. Gino, l'm little early.
Who are you?
l am Claude. l'm the violinist.
Violinist.
Looks very nice. Thank you.
You were the violinist. Get out of here.
Gino! No. Get out of here before l break you into two.
Now...
from now on the American Jukebox company...
is gonna be supplying the music in this dump.
And did l tell you, Gino, they're on their way over here right now?
The box is only gonna cost you an extra $1,000 a month.
No! We don't want a jukebox.
lt's not that kind of restaurant.
l'm also putting in the Nicholas Linen Company.
They're gonna supply the tablecloths, the linen, the napkins, the cutlery etc.
Two weeks, Gino. Two weeks.
l can't come up with the money.
Travis, you wanna mark Mr. Gianni's calendar...
make sure he don't forget.
Sure.
(Travis) One, two....
[groaning]
No!
You cause me no more trouble.
lf you do, l start raining all over your family.
Do you understand?
l'll take your pretty little daughter's face and rearrange it.
And the fat broad, your sister...
the one who works on Van Nuys Boulevard in the bakery shop...
she gets a special delivery that goes tic, tic, tic, boom.
No, please, not my family.
You know what my philosophy is, Gino?
What goes around, comes around.
Let's go.
Papa.
Okay, look out. Bus Murdock is back in town.
Okay, let's go.
Gino said this suckfish turns up today about 1 2:30...
to make his collections.
Face, you gotta be ready to insult him.
We gotta be ready to roll.
Oh, yeah, l can hardly wait.
What fun it will be looking down the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun...
while he takes me away in the trunk of his car.
Face, somebody's gotta be kidnapped.
Otherwise, how can we be sure...
we can tail him all the way home?
You got your little transmitter?
Yeah, it's in my wallet here.
Don't put it in your wallet, man. You'll crush it.
That's supposed to be in your pocket.
Took me all night to build it. l had to use tweezers.
Come on, we better check with the receiver.
[exclaiming] Speaking of tweezers...
they will not be used to clear tables...
and they will not be used to scrape dishes.
Huh?
As shop steward for B.B.D.W.O.G.H...
which is the mightiest little culinary union in America...
l insist that busboys bus tables...
that dishwashers wash dishes...
and all the general help do only general type helpful things.
That means the tweezers, emery boards and nail files are strictly prohibited.
Of course, l will remain behind...
to make sure that all union rules are observed...
etcetera and so forth, etcetera, etcetera.
And l will handle any general grievances.
l got a grievance.
That's why l'm here, big guy. What is it, tell me?
My grievance is l don't like you.
And l don't wanna listen to you.
And l'm getting ready to knock you through a wall.
Can l get back to you on that grievance?
This team isn't working. Let's go.
l'll get back to you on that, all right?
Are you okay, Papa? l'm all right.
Yes, Theresa, l'm all right.
Get your fingers in there.
Hannibal, they broke Papa's fingers.
Sorry, Gino.
l must ask you to leave. l make big mistake.
l never should've asked you for your help.
Mr. Gianni, isn't it a little late to change your mind?
They said they'd hurt our family.
They're making us take their jukeboxes and use their linen...
and now they're accelerating the payments.
l didn't figure he'd get here early.
From now on, one of us will be here all the time.
You can't run from this man. He's bad.
lf you run, he'll only squeeze tighter.
l no want your help no more.
l make mistake. You go, please. You go away.
l solve problem myself.
Gino, you put everything you have into this restaurant.
Now, you're not gonna let this loan shark...
just take it away from you, are you?
Daddy?
l will not risk my family for my restaurant.
You go. l no longer want your help.
[sighing]
You feel that way, we'll go.
l thought America was answer to my dream.
My dreams become a nightmare.
lt isn't America, Gino.
We're talking about tyrants.
Tyranny is a state of mind. lt's not a nationality.
And if you don't stand up against tyranny, it will beat you every time.
[door squeaking]
(Murdock) l tell you, Hannibal...
it doesn't sound right to this busboy.
(B.A.) Don't sound right to this one, either.
All right. Count me in.
But how're we gonna help him if he won't take our help?
l did notice a big warehouse for rent down the street.
We could open our own restaurant...
borrow the money from Jack the Ripper...
and then throw him a party.
[in lrish accent] l've always wanted my own lrish pub...
ever since l was a wee one.
l'll call her the Naked Lady...
and the bar will have a brass rail, sir.
And we will have lrish stew, sir.
Excuse me, sir, if you're planning to open up a restaurant...
let me to introduce myself.
My name is H. M. Murdock, and l belong to the B.B.D.W.G.O.H.
Failure to hire our personnel will lead to picketing...
bad press and no cookies before bed.
lf you are a union representative, sir...
let me tell you that in my establishment...
there will be no lollygagging.
And your workers will work, sir...
or they will be sacked, sir.
[babbling]
(Face) Excuse me, fellows.
May l interrupt this farce, please?
(Hannibal) Sure, Face.
Okay. We don't know anything about running a restaurant.
lt won't be a restaurant. But it will be a place...
where Jackie Lane can get his pants pressed.
Let's go. l can hardly wait.
(Hannibal) What do you think?
(Face) Well, it's clever decor.
Unpainted walls, exposed lighting.
Yeah, it's a sort of industrial chic.
You've got to visualize it, Face.
Mirrors, framed in oak, all around the room.
a great bar along this wall.
A huge painting of a naked lady.
And at nights, a pool table...
green felt, green carpet...
and a superb upright piano by the door.
Hannibal, do we have to call it ''The Naked Lady''?
Absolutely. May l ask why?
Last month, l was working on this picture called...
Snake From the Center of the Earth.
l don't like snakes, man. You would have loved this one.
l played the snake...
and l played it with a kind of a charming, rakish lust.
l devoured the leading lady's poodle in the last reel.
Hannibal, does this have anything to do with opening a restaurant?
The best set in the movie...
was an lrish pub called The Naked Lady.
Now that particular set was folded and stacked in a scene dock...
at Allied Pictures in the Valley.
The art director is a friend of mine.
Now with any luck...
l can get him to set it up here for a modest fee.
Does it by any chance have a kitchen?
Complete in every detail but nothing works.
We'll have to get the food at Gino's...
and zip it down the alley.
lf nothing works, then you ought to fit right in, Murdock.
[laughs sarcastically]
As my dear departed father once said...
''Laugh only after your sting has been inserted.''
ls this what we're gonna have to put up with...
listening to you rattle these silly lrish proverbs?
You astonish me, Face.
Why should l have to remind you...
that musical is the mouth that won't be closed.
Yeah? How about this one?
A closed mouth makes no enemies.
But it catches no flies.
That's right.
The lrish are a witless breed, don't you think, B.A.?
Hey, Hannibal, what do you want me to do, man?
l want you to hang outside Jack Lane's office.
Find out who his collector is.
Follow him. See who's on his account sheet.
l'll call the art director and make arrangements to pick up the set.
You guys get a truck and do it.
All right.
Hannibal, what're you gonna do?
l think it's about time...
for Sean O'Shay lll to borrow some money...
from Mr. Jack-The-Ripper Lane.
(Hannibal) They say that he has lunch...
at the Fairview every afternoon.
Excuse me, Mr. Lane.
There is a gentleman here to see you.
Ramon, l'm right in the middle of lunch.
Yes, sir.
[people chattering]
No, wait a second. Give him three minutes.
When the entree comes, he goes.
Mr. Lane says you have all but three minutes.
Thank you, sir.
Time is a fine storyteller...
and history, a fond student. What?
[people laughing]
What do you want?
Allow me to introduce myself.
l am Sean O'Shay of the Dublin O'Shays...
and l've been led to believe that you're a man...
who'd invest in a business that might need money.
No, l don't invest in spit.
Every now and then, l loan some guy some money.
l'm opening a new pub.
lt's one where you can drink ale and sing songs...
and dine on lrish stories.
l haven't touched the Blarney Stone.
But she'll be a beautiful restaurant.
l'm gonna call her ''The Naked Lady.''
She's on Beaker Street, l've rented a building.
Look, if you wanna borrow some money...
why don't you just spit it out?
l don't have a lot of time here, you understand?
l can understand your irritability, sir.
As my dear, departed father once said...
''There is no welcome for one who borrows.''
You came here to borrow money from me, is that right?
Here's the deal.
l loan up to $10,000, l don't ask for collateral.
lf you don't pay me back, l break your head in two.
Oh.
That is indeed a stiff penalty.
l get high interest, on $10,000...
l collect $1,000 a week.
[exclaiming] That is very high interest.
Like my dear father used to say...
''lf you got the gelt...
''you don't give it away cheap...
''or else everybody thinks you're a dummy.''
Your father was a wise man.
No, my father was a bum, you understand?
He worked all of his life in a gas station.
l'm the one who takes care of him...
and pays for an old folks' home.
The man moans and groans, moans and groans.
Yes, well, let me tell you about the kind of place--
Wait, wait a second.
l never said you could sit down, did l?
No.
lf you wanna borrow my money, right? Those are the terms.
lf you don't, hit the road.
There are no papers to sign?
Are you kidding?
l'm not even gonna shake your hand.
Look, once a week, myself or Travis will--
[exclaims]
Mr. Travis, and how are you, sir?
Myself or Travis will come around to collect the money.
lf you don't have the vigorish...
then l'm gonna personally sign my name on your forehead with my fist.
There is no need to make threats, sir.
l'm a cook.
All of my family are cooks. l mean we are restaurant people.
You were just leaving?
Yes, but do l get the money?
Travis will bring it by.
No. You were leaving. Now!
Yeah. Allow me to help you, sir.
[groaning]
Right in the center of his lap and it's boiling hot!
Get him out of here. Get out of my sight! l'm sorry, sir.
[[[playing piano]
ln the words of my dear, departed father...
''Bring on the suckers.''
[chuckling]
[[[music playing]
Good evening.
l believe l have your reservation here.
Gianni. Yes.
For two.
May l? Thank you.
Go right on ahead.
Welcome to The Naked Lady, my friends.
Hannibal, you be careful.
Gino, l'm always careful. Come, sit down.
Monsieur Murdock...
a bottle of our finest Mont Crochet on the house...
for our guests here. Thank you.
Madam, would you care to sit here?
lt's very good.
[[[music playing]
Lane, party for two.
Lane.
Yes, Lane. l'm sorry, sir, l just don't have you down.
You don't understand. l don't need reservations.
Just find a seat.
Well, l'd like to, sir...
but as you see, l just don't have any tables.
Come here.
Sure. Excuse me.
What about the booth in the back?
Reservations for four. Alas, you, sir, just a party of two.
Unreserve it right now. Now.
(Hannibal) Perhaps there's a problem.
Sean O'Shay might be of some small assistance.
Just wait by here.
Sweet guy.
What are you trying to pull, lrish?
As my dear, departed father used to say...
''A cow dung is widened when trodden upon.''
You trying to make some kind of joke here?
No. You see, you are a brute...
and a bit of a bully and l have nay reservations.
Now, the combination of deficiencies adds up to the old ''Goodbye.''
Let me get this straight.
You think you're gonna try and throw me out of here?
lt is far more a certainty than a thought, sir.
You see, l've invited all the people...
that you've been terrorizing...
and as my father used to say...
''Always listen to the flow of the river...
''and you'll always catch a trout.''
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
l don't know. l never figured it out...
but l've always liked it.
l say, if we stand up to this man, we can do anything.
We are the many, he is the one...
and the law is on our side.
[scatting]
And l say l will not pay...
10% interest per week to you...
and l say that there is nothing you can do about it.
Bravo!
[all cheering] Stop!
Sit down!
And now, since you have no reservations...
perhaps l could ask you to leave.
[chuckling]
[gasping]
You just made a fatal mistake.
[exclaiming]
As my dear departed father used to say...
''The doorstep of a great house is often slippery.''
[B.A. grunting]
(man) Oh, the devils need it.
Nice, B.A.
He's dead.
Look, Mr. Lane, let's not move...
without thinking it out.
l mean it. He is dead.
(Travis) All l'm saying, sir, is--
Travis, he spit in my face, don't you understand...
in a room full of people who we gotta keep scared.
lf we don't, we lose everything.
l'm just saying l think we should take a few days to set it up right.
Maybe he's got a couple of hours but the man is dead.
Well...
here goes nothing.
[groaning]
Goodbye, lrish.
Say hello to your dear departed father from Jack Lane.
[[[organ playing]
Are you friends of the bride or the groom?
Murdock, this is a funeral, not a wedding.
Friends of the groom.
Go to the front then.
Fool.
Thank you all for coming here today.
You'll find information on the deceased in your hymnal pamphlet.
Hannibal wanted you to have this.
l just feel like if l hadn't come to him...
none of this would have happened.
He died trying to help us.
He died trying to help all of us.
Follow me, down this way.
Hannibal never looked so good.
[clears throat]
[kissing]
Dearly beloved, l do believe that...
the deceased would appreciate the swift commencement of this brief ceremony...
that marks his final day...
among those of us...
who appeared to be at least cognizant of life.
He came to us like a shamrock on a sunny day.
He graced our lives like a...
like an avocado salad.
He was a man given to feeding people.
He saw empty stomachs everywhere he went.
Let's give a hand for the deceased--
Or a moment of silent prayer.
lt'll be better, a silent prayer.
Graced our lives like an avocado salad?
Yeah. Sort of lacks the right degree of sentiment, doesn't it?
Just a babbling fool.
You sure you wanna do this, Jack?
We need an alibi, Travis.
Cops will never pin the lrishman on me.
Besides, l want these storeowners to know...
that l'm the one who sent the meatball over.
You wait here. l gotta do this alone.
[[[playing organ]
''My dear, departed father once told me...
''Two people who never believe the reports of your death...
''are the one who loves you and the one who hates you.''
And now...
if there be any man here who wishes to speak...
let him speak...
or...
or forever hold his peace.
On behalf of the American Jukebox Company...
l'd like to say, l spit in this man's face.
[woman screaming] Hi, there. l'm back.
[grunting]
[people chattering]
Mr. Lane!
[people laughing]
Why are you people smiling?
You guys see Mr. Lane?
Follow that hearse.
[tires screeching]
[car horns honking]
(Hannibal) Hang on, B.A.
[horn honking]
[tires screeching]
[muffled cries]
[horn honking]
Don't you think this guy in the caddy is getting a little tiresome?
Honking, honking, honking. lt's giving me a headache.
Okay.
ls that better? Yeah.
[birds cawing]
[Jack mumbling]
Mr. Lane, sir...
we can't find anybody to read the last rites.
So we're gonna leave that part of your burial ceremony out.
However, we will sing you a merry tune or hum one.
[[[humming]
Now, before we throw you in the water here...
suffice it to say that you'll be missed...
and that all over town there will be wild celebrations...
in your honor.
lt's kinda incoherent.
lf you can tell us who runs your action...
we might delay the burial.
But l'd have to have a name right away.
l can't make this out.
This is hysterical. lt's hysterical.
[Jack mumbling]
Mr. Ripper, sir, now we know you run the action...
for some bigshot loan shark.
And if we're gonna close this down, we gotta take off the man at the top.
Now you tell us who he is...
me and my friends would take it...
as a great piece of cooperation...
and we might not drop you in the deep water here.
[Jack babbling]
[muffled] Nathan Vincent.
He says it's Nathan Vincent.
(Face) Nathan Vincent.
l love it when a corpse comes apart.
[tires screeching]
[gun firing]
[sighing]
''Dear Nathan, l just ratted you out.
''Please bury me. Jack.''
[birds chirping]
Open this up.
He's dead. That man is dead.
lt bothers me, Jackie, that he knew to bring you here.
Don't worry about it. That lrish man is dead.
l'm gonna bring his head to you in a box.
(Face) lt's just our way of telling...
the wonderful men at the police department...
how much we really appreciate them.
So you'll post that then on the bulletin board?
Thank you. One other thing, brother.
lf any of this film equipment...
should be taken in or out of the kitchen...
or if it should be set up...
in the vicinity of the kitchen...
it will then be deemed to be kitchen equipment...
and it can only be handled by authorized members of the B.B.D.W.O.G.H.
lf any fool starts making jibber-jabber...
in the vicinity of the general headquarters of the A.O.A.M.S...
which happens to be wherever l'm standing...
then we're gonna take immediate action...
and you ain't gonna like it, Murdock.
A.O.A.M.S. l never heard of it.
We are not amused, frightened or upset.
Stands for Association of Angry Mud Suckers...
and we ain't a very funny union.
As a matter of fact, we don't file grievances...
[door closing] we file death reports.
Hey, guys, can we get the cameras set up, huh?
Listen to me, l want everybody, you understand?
l want the lrishman, his pretty-boy maitre d'...
the guy behind the bar, and l want the black man. l really want him.
But l want everybody.
This isn't smart, Jackie.
Travis, l had it with you.
This isn't some kind of a glee club, you understand?
lf you don't like it, you can get gut shot right here.
Are you gonna blow in there in broad daylight...
and kidnap four people?
Yeah. And guess what, Travis...
you're coming, you understand?
Or else you get you card punched right here.
All right.
[tires screeching]
(Jack) What the hell is this?
Come on, let's go.
No! Don't go!
You haven't tasted our fine lrish coffee and our fine lrish layer cake.
No. No.
[tires screeching]
[car engine cranking]
(cop) Forget it. They're gone.
Why don't we pull out one of those good old-fashioned labor songs...
while we cleaning the tables.
How about a round of ''l've been working on the dish line''?
Oh, Mr. Murdock, can we sing that song?
Can we, really?
lt's such a great song.
Of course.
[[[humming]
[ l've been working on the dish line [
[ All the live long day [
[ l've been working on the dish line [
[ Just to scrape the scraps away [
[ Can't you hear the washer running [
[ Cleaning the plates happily [
[ Can't you hear the bus boy singing [
[ Take those scraps [
[ from me [[
All right, Jack, what do we do now?
Where is he, huh? Where is the lrish puke?
l will stand up to him, no matter--
No, Gino, you leave that up to us.
We are in the standup business.
All you have to do is be sure that when he gets over here...
he's not late getting to The Naked Lady.
l will do that.
(Theresa) l really appreciate all you've done for us.
(Face) l'd love to stick around and help you peel an onion or two.
But unfortunately we have 10 more jukeboxes to pick up this afternoon.
Since you came, my father is a changed man.
He feels like a man again.
He says in America there are true heroes.
And he's talking about Hannibal, B.A., Murdock and you.
All l can do, Theresa, is...
tell you to hold that thought until l get off work.
Come along, Lieutenant.
l've got something heavy for you to pick up in the alley.
[stuttering] Yeah.
Bye.
lt bothers me. l think Jackie's coming unraveled.
He hasn't got a grip on things no more.
l talked to his man, Travis.
l think maybe Travis should be moved up...
to take over some of Jackie's operations.
[Hannibal yelling]
Mr. Vincent? What do you want?
Where would you like your jukeboxes?
What're you talking about? l didn't order no jukebox.
These machines belong to your company...
American Jukebox.
And we're not delivering, we're returning.
How about right here?
We come from The Naked Lady restaurant.
From now on, Mr. Jack Lane's debts are cancelled.
lf you send any of your boys on that route...
we'll pull the plug on and drop them in the water...
right on top of these machines and that's a promise...
or my name isn't Sean O'Shay.
You can't come down here and dump my equipment in the water!
[telephone ringing] What are you guys, crazy?
lf you're that upset...
you probably don't want even to hear about your Nicholas Linen truck.
Mr. Vincent, this is Nicholas Linen Company on the phone.
Somebody just blew up one of their trucks.
What is this? War, huh?
What are you, making war on me?
No, l'm closing you down, Mr. Vincent.
Of course, l could be persuaded to let you run for your life.
You could untie The Pride of Guacamora there...
and let it drift out to sea...
because as my dear, departed father used to say...
''Far better a hasty retreat than a bad stand.''
Think it over, sir.
Let's go, guys.
[truck engine starting]
You listen to me. This guy came down here...
and dump $100,000 worth of my jukeboxes into the water.
Then he blows up one of my linen trucks.
l found out that lrishman used to work over at Gino's.
Gino was the one who came to you about Jack.
l think he's behind the whole thing.
You're a good soldier, Travis. You give me things l can use.
Thank you, sir. Give me a day, l'll set something up.
No. I don't wait.
This man spit in my face.
What does he think, l'm some kinda fish seller?
l don't make mistakes, Travis, not like your boss.
[seagulls cawing]
l don't go after the lrishman. l go after his friends.
We do it now.
(Travis) Yes, sir.
[gun firing]
(Travis) You and the pretty girl are coming with us.
No, please, that's my daughter!
Come on, move it.
Let's go. Come!
Get in there, come on. Move it.
Get in here. Come on, move!
(Gino) What are you doing? l do nothing.
l pay you what you want.
You hired four men.
They come in here...
they act like they're invincible. Who are they?
Who are they, old man?
Who are they, or l'm gonna mess up this pretty girl's face.
No. Please. They're called the A-Team.
The A-Team?
l'll be damned.
B.A., be sure you hold a good view of these front tables...
especially this one. Ready for the mirror.
Gino, you made a big mistake.
Now you're gonna pay for it.
Leave him alone. Mr. Vincent....
Shut up, l wanna talk to you. No, you don't--
Shut up!
Shut up? This is the guy who called the A-Team, Mr. Vincent.
That's right. Do you know why he did it?
Because you squeezed too hard. Shut up.
How many times have l tried to tell you, you gotta know when to and when not to.
But you, you don't listen.
No, l listen. That's good.
Because from now on, Travis is taking over your action.
Mr. Vincent, that's....
And if you make any trouble this time...
your body decorates the bottom of a lake.
Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
All right. These guys are at their restaurant.
You, take Gino and his daughter, put them in my limo.
All right. Let's move, come on.
Gin.
Gin? Are you kidding me?
l thought we were playing Scotch.
l'm not gonna ask what Scotch is, Murdock...
because if l do, l know l'll curse myself...
when you tell me it's a light, blended whiskey. Right?
Scotch is a game that's played in the Scottish highlands.
ln the game of Scotch...
kings, queens, jacks and number cards are wild.
The only card that is not wild is the three of spades...
which is removed from the deck prior to the deal...
which renders that particular card useless.
l don't know why l hang out with you guys.
l'm beginning to lose my grip on reality.
[brakes squeals] lt's about time.
Sounds like company.
Stand by. Stand by, B.A.
l came to talk.
Well, do we talk or don't we talk?
Would you like to sit down?
Thank you.
Right here.
[sighing]
l would guess you got somebody behind the bar.
Why don't you ask him to stand up?
l'm unarmed.
Murdock.
Bar's closed.
You got a nice watch. What else?
l checked you out. You are the A-Team.
You never lost a client.
However we think that Mr. Pepperoni Pizza here hired you.
[camera rolling] Because he did, he's about to become history.
He is? That's right.
You see, that watch is synchronized...
with one of my associates outside.
He's got orders to put a bullet in Gino and his daughter...
at exactly 4.:00 pm...
which is in exactly....
You help me out. l haven't got my glasses.
Thirty seconds. What do you want?
l want you to drop your weapons...
put your hands on your head.
You at the bar, get over here.
Colonel, what do we do now?
Fifteen seconds.
Colonel?
Ten, nine, eight, seven....
Okay.
Hold it.
l think we have an understanding here.
Bring them in.
Theresa, you all right? l'm sorry.
No. lt's not your fault.
They come into our restaurant.
They fire guns. They say they're gonna kill my Theresa.
Where's the other guy? The guy with all the gold?
Right here, sucker.
He went out for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
You have to die, Mr. Smith...
otherwise all those people who had accounts with...
Mr. Lane here might think they can borrow money...
and they don't have to pay it back.
Mr. Lane is an idiot. He squeezes too hard.
No. You shut your mouth or l'll waste you right here.
Jack, as my dear, departed father used to say...
''Promise too much and there will be many in search of you.''
Listen to him, Mr. Vincent? Just listen to him.
You know what?
l'm gonna do you right here, right now.
Shut up and put that thing away.
Vincent, l run your loan shark operation. l make you a lot of money.
This man comes in here-- l told you to shut up! Shut up!
Are you gonna continue? Huh?
No.
All right.
[chuckles]
l hope you don't mind, Mr. Smith, but l'm gonna shoot you with your own gun.
(Nathan) You see, that saves me the trouble of using...
an untraceable weapon.
l've always been in favor of tidy endings.
lf l could just have one more puff on my cigar.
Please.
[Theresa screaming]
B.A.
[crashing]
That's good, B.A. Back her down.
[all exclaiming]
[screaming]
[yelling]
[gun firing]
Father.
Look out the window.
Nice, huh? Get over there.
As soon as we're out of here...
l'm afraid Gino is gonna call the cops.
And when he does...
show him his little film you've made, which should add up nicely, huh, Face?
Yeah, the list of verifiable charges would seem to include...
extortion, money lending, kidnapping...
and five or six counts of assault and attempted murder.
Plus several grievances against the B.B.D.W.O.G.H...
such as removing kitchen equipment from unsanitary vehicles.
Okay, Gino?
Okay, guys, let's go.
[metallic jingling]
[engine starting]
[tires screeching]
(man on radio) In what is termed...
one of the most wide-reaching attacks...
on organized crime in state history...
key members of Nathan Vincent's family...
have been arrested and indicted.
Arrests include Jack Lane, known as Jack The Ripper...
Travis Mason...
crime boss Nathan Vincent as well as his top aides.
The district attorney says that film provided by the fugitive A-Team...
was responsible for getting indictments handed down.
As this story unfolds, shop and restaurant owners who were victimized...
by the illegal loan-sharking operations...
are now stepping forward to testify.
Once again the A-Team has escaped capture, but they have left behind...
another chapter in their growing folk legend. Updates as they occur.
A folk legend.
l never thought of myself as a folk legend.
That's because you're a folk moron.
l would've liked to stay.
Theresa, she had some great possibilities.
l feel called upon to quote my dear, departed father.
Oh, Hannibal, l had enough of you...
and your dearly departed father.
l don't like lrish proverbs. You'll like this one.
No, l won't. Yes, you will.
The proverb says...
that seldom is the last of anything...
better than the first.
Seldom is the last of anything better than the first.
That doesn't make any sense.
Of course, it does. lt means...
l love it when a plan comes together.