(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]
[bell dings]
Looking good, Kelvin.
You did a real nice job, Kelvin.
When you get finished putting the hose away...
stack those tires by the far wall.
You betcha, Zack.
You don't have to take them in one trip, Kelvin.
I don't?
No, son.
Just so they get over there.
You can take as many trips as you need.
Really? Really.
[car horn honking]
[birds chirping]
[bell dings]
How's life, farmer?
Get off my property. boy.
Hey, is that any way to greet a fellow businessman?
Look, I ain't gonna be selling.
You got Randy Wilton and Pete Travers...
but you ain't gonna get me.
You know, some people are just too dumb...
to know a good deal when it comes along.
Ain't that right, Kelvin?
Yeah.
[laughing]
He says yeah.
See that, Zack?
What Kelvin, here, is trying to tell you...
is you should sell now...
while the place is still in good shape.
Ain't that right, Kelvin?
You see, you never know when a valuable asset...
is gonna lose some of its resale value.
[groaning]
(McMahon) Come on, big guy.
[McMahon laughing]
Now, even you ain't that thick.
All right.
Now here's the terms of the agreement we talked about the other day.
You sell the station to Octiline Oil Company...
and we let you live.
Think about it. Then sign it.
We'll be back in a couple of days.
Hello? Anybody home?
(Hannibal) Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Pardon me?
That's what you wished to say, wasn't it?
Oh, yeah.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
What do you wish to confess?
Well, nothing.
I went to see this Mr. Lee at the Chinese laundry...
and he sent me...
to this guy at the Buick dealership...
and he told me that I could find this fellow...
if I came looking here and...
Whom do you seek?
I seek the A-Team.
The A-Team? Are they not criminals? Are they not outlaws?
Are they not fugitives from those that uphold the law?
Well, I don't know about that.
But I was just hoping maybe they could help me with these slimeballs...
excuse me, Father...
these lowdown critters that are trying to run me off my station.
Tell me your problem.
Yes, sir.
Well, a few weeks ago these hoodlums from Octiline Gas...
they started muscling in on the station owners at Green Tree Creek.
Did they commit violent acts towards you and your property?
Yes, they did.
Did you seek out the proper authorities?
Yeah, I went to the police...
but they said they needed more proof.
Corroboration is what they called it.
Well, the other owners, they won't swear out a complaint.
They are too afraid. They have families and all...
and I just have Kelvin.
I really do need some help.
God moves in mysterious ways.
Then you will help me find the A-Team?
You've already found them.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
(Hannibal) So this guy from Octiline rolls in and says...
you got a partner whether you want one or not. ls that right?
That's it.
(Murdock) Sounds like simple Grade A extortion, Hannibal.
What do we know about Octiline, Face?
I think it's a Midwestern outfit. You know, Chicago, Detroit.
Why would somebody wanna muscle in...
on a few independent gas stations in Green Tree?
We didn't stop to ask them while they were threatening our families.
(Travers) They set my tow truck on fire.
Blew it up right in my front yard.
My kids are scared to walk to school.
Hey, man, ain't nobody in the world got a right to take away what is yours.
And the only people who are gonna keep them from doing it, is you.
Now, we can help you, but you gotta take a stand. Now, are you with us?
[dog barking]
lam.
Count me in. Yeah.
Sounds like we got a mandate, Hannibal.
Okay.
Who's the head man at Octiline out here?
No idea. We just see this punk McMahon.
Doesn't sound like your typical oil industry exec.
No, we need the main man.
Tighten the valve a little, Colonel, see where the fluid runs.
Sounds about right, Captain.
The man's got a plan.
Yes, service with a smile.
Oh, nice, Murdock.
Service is the keyword in the term "service station."
I never thought of it that way.
And we gonna provide full service...
because people are tired of passing their money...
through bulletproof windows in the middle of the night.
They want a little bit of personal attention.
I think you're onto something there.
One should never have to pump gas by one's self.
Especially when one is going to dinner.
Because one can never get the smell of gasoline off of one's fingers.
I have never been able to do that myself.
[car approaching] But...
I think you have a customer, Mr. Cleanwrench.
[bell dings]
Fill her up? I don't need any gas.
Check under the hood then? Oh, there's no need.
A well-maintained automobile is gonna last you about...
50,000 miles longer than a neglected one.
It's a rental car. Look, I just need directions.
Where do you wanna go?
Mockingbird Lane.
Mockingbird Lane?
Is that East Mockingbird Lane or West Mockingbird Lane?
And what is the address on Mockingbird Lane?
Just tell me where Mockingbird Lane is located, please.
Well, if you don't know the address is, perhaps I could call the party...
that you're looking for and they could come here and visit you.
Or, you can have one of our free maps.
[car engine starts]
[bell dings]
This idea of full service is great, Murdock.
I knew it, I knew it.
But quit giving them maps away.
They ain't been free in 10 years.
Yes, sir.
Now, you see, you gotta tighten the nuts just right.
Use your torque wrench.
And don't go over the pound weight.
I don't know, B.A.
I sure wish I could figure things out like you.
Hey, man, I don't wanna hear you putting yourself down.
Here. Now, do it like I showed you.
[birds chirping]
Where'd you learn all this?
In the army.
In the army?
Wow.
I wish I could be in the army.
Hey, you can learn it all right here from Mr. Badwrench.
That's me.
Mr. Badwrench?
All right.
[bell dings]
What are you doing, B.A.?
Well, that's just Sheriff Ann.
I'll introduce you if you're shy.
Quiet, Kelvin.
We're gonna play a little game called hide and seek.
Fill her up?
Just dropped by to say hello.
Sheriff Ann Plummer.
I'm H.M. Murdock, at your service.
Hi.
Hi. Didn't catch your name.
John Smith. How you doing?
Fine.
When did you take over for Zack?
We didn't really. Just some old friends helping out.
Oh.
Welcome to Green Tree Creek. Hope you like it here.
I like what I see so far.
You look very familiar.
I'm flattered.
Sheriff Plummer?
Hope to see more of you.
You will.
How you doing? Not bad, not bad.
Any more trouble?
No. Not since I got help.
I guess you heard about Pete Travers over on I-10.
Had to sell.
We've been through this before, Zack.
Unless they file charges, it's just a normal business transaction.
After they threaten to kill your wife and kids.
Well, unless he tells me that, there's nothing I can do.
Right now, all I got is a couple of guys with out-of-state plates...
trying to buy up gas stations.
Well, maybe the law can't do anything about it.
See you.
Service with a smile.
Well, thank you.
[bell dings]
[horn honking]
Fill her up? No.
Doesn't anybody stop for gas anymore?
Let me check your tire pressure.
Don't touch my wheels.
Did you eat pizza this morning?
Get this clown out of my face.
I want the owner, I don't wanna talk to flunkies.
Then you wanna talk to me, pal.
You?
What are you talking about? I had a deal going with Zack.
The deal is off. I'm the new legal owner. Zack is my partner.
We're keeping the station. If that's not satisfactory...
I wanna talk to your boss 'cause I don't talk to flunkies either.
I'm the boss.
You're too stupid to be a boss.
You don't know what you're getting into here.
I think I do.
You got a couple of friends of mine to let you takeover their stations.
We're gonna buy them back.
We got an offer to make your boss.
Let me summarize the major deal points.
We take them back, plus 10%.
Your boss signs at the bottom. You can witness it.
Think so, huh?
Well, that's a fancy dipstick you got there, pal. I hope you know how to use it.
Well, let's find out.
[all grunting]
Here, pal. Here's the contract...
and one of our free pens.
[transmitter beeping]
I just don't like the idea...
of B.A. taking apart my brand-new truck.
I'm sure he's just using it to train Kelvin.
I know, I know. But I worked so hard to win it on the Wheel of Fortune, Face.
We had to work so hard, okay?
Besides, you're the one that took the trip to Hawaii, without me.
I know.
Looks like he's at home.
Oh, boy. Who's the meatball?
Please, please, Murdock.
A little respect for a member of the family.
[ringing]
Zack's Service.
Yeah, listen, Hannibal. This is getting real interesting.
Guess who McMahon ran to.
Well, am I gonna like this?
I think you gonna love it.
Sonny Marlini.
Sonny "The Enforcer" Marlini from Detroit?
The very same. Looking very tan, healthy, and itching to kill.
Sonny "The Enforcer" after a string of gas stations in Green Tree Creek...
does not add up, Face.
Yeah, tell me about it.
(Hannibal) Well, skip the punk and stick with Marlini.
Yeah, look, gotta go, Hannibal. Gotta go.
(Sonny) I want you to secure the shipment for the truck...
at the state line and call me at the motel. I wanna make sure it's here.
Then ride shotgun back to the house. Yes, sir.
And, Mac, no mistakes, huh?
[car horn honking]
Hi, there.
Hi, yourself.
Yeah.
Well, you know, I could have sworn I left this door open.
Look at that. 208.
I'm on the wrong floor.
All these corridors look the same, don't they?
Yeah, well, I guess, I better go down to the right floor.
Guess you'd better. Yeah.
Well, it was nice seeing you.
[sighing]
Boy, oh, boy. This is just too small a town.
Didn't you hear me honk? I saw her pull up.
No, I was too busy peeping.
Yeah, Hannibal, listen.
Sonny's got himself a room and a girl at the Green Tree Motel.
Check it out.
(Face) Check it out? What am I gonna do?
Just knock on his door and ask him what crimes he's planning to commit...
while he's in town?
Have Murdock knock on the door.
[knock at door] Hey, Marty, we've been on the phone.
Hey, Trish, get the door!
Hold on. Someone's at the door. Hold on, Marty.
(Trisha) Sonny, I don't got no towels in here.
Yeah? Housekeeping.
All right. Come on. About time somebody cleans up this dump.
Where's the soap? (Sonny) Yeah, Marty.
Yeah, good talking to you. How you been?
Get off the phone, Sonny. Oh, yeah, you gonna make it then, right?
All right, yeah, it's 4087 Mockingbird Lane.
When are you gonna be there?
All right, I'll see you over there then. Right.
Oh, you must be a very important man.
(Sonny) What?
(Trisha) Hey, this is a great place, Sonny.
Hey, miss.
[whistles] Hey, miss.
Hey, miss? Wanna clean up the bathroom?
(Sonny) Go on.
What are you doing? Hey, look. Miss, look.
Make sure Trisha has some towels, will you? Give her a lot of towels.
[exclaiming]
You can have all the towels that you want.
Just please don't steal any from me.
[phone ringing] Yeah,yeah. Don't worry about it.
Yeah. Hello. Tony Balloons!
Yeah, Tony, how you doing? How goes the war?
(Sonny) The flu? Oh, minchia, Tony.
What?
That bad?
Oh, no, Tony. Wait a minute. Let me get this down then.
(Sonny) Give me that again. Carlos...
(Trisha) Sonny, why you spend all the time on the phone?
..."Blue Moon" Mendoza. Where do guys come up with these names?
Yeah. What, you're kidding me?
Yeah. Does he know where to go?
All right, good.
Tony, how do you catch cold in Miami?
[laughing]
All right, Tony, yeah. Well, listen, take care of yourself.
And, Tony, stay out of the snowstorms, will you?
[exclaims] Sorry.
Excuse me, honey.
Would you care for some towels?
Oh, yeah.
Hey, this is a great hotel.
[phone ringing] Motel.
Whatever.
(Sonny) Yeah. Hey.
When is that load gonna get here?
Noon? Well, yeah. I hope so. Yeah.
All right, listen. Take the Hempstead Junction exit...
use the back roads, will you?
This rig doesn't get through and get through safely...
I'm gonna hear all kinds of hell.
I don't need it from both ends...
you know, so no surprises!
Hey, could you do me up here, please? Could you zip me up?
(Murdock) Oh, yes.
(Sonny) Look, anything happens to this load...
your head comes in a hatbox, got that?
(Trisha) I'm hungry, Sonny.
Okay, honey. I gotta go make a hit at this station...
and then I come back to get you later. Okay? What do you say?
Hurry up, Sonny. I'm hungry.
All right. All right.
[coughing]
(Hannibal) Noon, huh?
(Face) Route 116?
Whatever Sonny's into has got to be on those trucks.
Hey, man, here he come.
[bell dings]
How you doing?
Sonny Collins. In charge of Octiline Petroleum.
I hear you've been looking for me. Yes, we have.
Well, I'm here to apologize.
I understand there may have been...
some less than ethical business practice...
and I wanna clear that up.
Here's the contract you wanted me to sign.
Here it is, Sealed, delivered. The place is yours.
What about the other stations?
Hey, pal, just take what I give you.
I'm afraid it's a package deal.
Package deal, huh?
Well, I'll have to give that some thought. I...
I'll get back to you on that, okay?
I don't get it.
Well, he was too willing to give in.
He's gotta be working on something bigger.
Yeah, well, he gave us what we wanted.
He signed the papers.
I don't know, Hannibal.
I don't think we should hit his load now, do you?
Of course not. No.
(Murdock) I'm never gonna let you use anything of mine again.
You have no respect for personal property.
That's fine with me! I'm not even gonna talk to you any more.
Yeah. Can I get that in writing? You could...
You can get it in writing, if you want.
(McMahon) You bozos wanna get this thing out of my way?
Sure, wouldn't wanna inconvenience you.
Hi. Why don't you leave the driving to us, eh?
Now let's see what Sonny is trying to bring into Green Tree Creek.
[gun firing]
It's furniture, Hannibal. Just lots of furniture.
Mostly 18th century English stuff, I'd say, Sheraton and Hepplewhite.
[chuckles]
And I guess this is who owns it.
Now, who does that look like?
(Hannibal) Sam Marlini.
The biggest mobster in Detroit. He's dead.
Imagine him about 28 years older...
gray hair, lots of wrinkles...
planting a bush.
The gardener?
Are we right? I got nothing to say.
Then you prove the point.
This thing is getting bigger and bigger, guys.
I say we stay.
Hey, Pop.
Hey, Pop!
I'm standing right here. Why do you have to shout?
I got us off the hook. I straightened it out with the gas station.
What do you mean, "straightened it out"?
Those were my deals.
Your deals? Yeah.
Pop, we leave you alone for a few days...
you start shaking down gas stations like it's 1946.
I gotta have a little fun.
Look, I'm bored.
You're bored? I'm bored.
You're bored? Bored.
Pop, listen to me. I went through a great deal of trouble, you know...
to stage that accident with the prison bus. You know that?
You're supposed to be dead, Pop.
You don't go around here attracting attention.
Look, I wouldn't be dead if you would have whacked that judge like I told you.
We don't whack judges these days, Pop. You don't.
No, we don't. We send them to college.
It was you that whacks a police commissioner in broad daylight...
at one of our own shopping malls, yet.
That had to be done.
[sighing]
I don't know, Pop, sometimes I'm beginning to think...
you're getting senile.
Mr. Marlini. (Sonny) Yeah?
I got food for 12 people. I got the antipasto, I got the three pastas...
I got the ossobuco milanese.
Good, Gino! Hope everybody enjoys it. Take care of it.
How? How are they gonna enjoy it?
I got nothing to put it on...
they got nothing to eat it off of.
I need plates, silver, glasses for the vino.
And we got no tables or chairs, either.
All right, Pop.
So we set up a few folding tables, a few folding chairs, okay?
These are important people with important businesses.
How's it gonna look, you got no chairs to sit on...
no tables to eat off of?
Enough about the furniture, Pop.
How many times I got to tell you? It's on its way. Okay?
(Sonny) Scusi.
[knock at door]
There it is. Right now.
[thudding]
[grunts]
Mac! What happened?
Those clowns from the station, they ambushed the truck.
My furniture? What happened to my furniture?
They got it, Mr. Marlini.
[bell dings]
You hijacked my father's furniture.
And you want it back?
Hear you're giving a party at your dad's house for half the mob.
What is it? Appalachia West?
You don't know what you're talking about, pal.
You can have all the towels you want.
Just don't steal any-- Hey, what gives here?
Wait a minute.
You guys ain't cops. Why are you sticking noses in this?
We don't like scum like you moving into the neighborhood.
It ruins the property values.
You stay out of this, pal.
(Hannibal) Let's talk about it, shall we?
(Hannibal) Now, why is the biggest mobster in the country...
relocating to Green Tree Creek?
What's the story, Sonny?
My father is retiring.
What are they gonna do, give him a gold watch for faithful service?
My old man is dividing up his holdings.
They agree, okay.
They don't, well, they decide among themselves.
I think we'd like to attend.
Everybody knows everybody.
That's not exactly accurate.
Tony Balloons from Miami has got the flu...
and he's sending somebody that nobody knows.
Carlos "Blue Moon" Mendoza.
Okay, Sonny...
how do we find Mr. Mendoza?
[dings]
[Speaking Spanish]
Hi, there. Hello.
May I help you, sir? Do you have a reservation...
[phone ringing] for Carlos Mendoza from Miami, Florida?
Mendoza? Let me see.
(Face) Mendoza. ls that with a "Z" or an "S"?
With a "Z."
"Z"?
Here it is. Yes, Carlos Mendoza, Miami, Florida.
Here you are. That's Room 211.
[bell dings] Front!
Gracias. (Face) Yes, enjoy yourself, sir.
Follow me, sir. Gracias.
[car horn honks]
[Carlos shouting]
[people chattering]
[knock on door]
Carlos Mendoza, Miami.
Tony Balloons, he sent me here to...
To act for him.
Did Tony give you something for me?
Well, that depends upon who you are, old man.
Sam Marlini, chico.
Well, if you are who you say you are...
then this is for you.
Okay, Mendoza...
go inside and get yourself a drink.
Meeting starts in a couple of minutes.
That is Mendoza with a "Z," not an
A And that gold coin?
Tony said that I can show it to you but not to let you keep it.
I'm inside, Hannibal.
(Murdock) Señor, yes, I will have a Cuba Libre, por favor.
So far, so good.
I'm just glad Mendoza's suit didn't fit me.
Gotta hand it to Murdock...
the fool's got a lot of guts.
(Ann) This is Sheriff Plummer.
Come out with your hands up. We've got you surrounded.
You, all of you, freeze!
Those are the wrong ones, Annie.
It's the A-Team I want, Zack. Come on.
Get them out of there. Search them, cuff them.
You're making a big mistake, Annie.
I ran a fingerprint check on them. They're the A-Team, all right.
(Sam) Sorry, I don't know what's keeping my son.
So let's get on with business.
(Sam) To those opposed to Maury Goodman...
taking over the southwest end of town, advise.
Huh?
Okay, Moose. You got it.
And might I add, it couldn't happen to a better guy.
The East, I'd like to pass on to my son Albert...
who you know as Sonny. He does all right with the numbers...
and he's doing pretty good with the bookies and I think he deserves it.
Any objections?
Finally, we come...
to the North side. This I'd like to pass on...
to my good trusted friend...
Tony Baloons. Unfortunately, poor health...
has prevented Tony from coming here to make his case in person.
In his place he sent one Carlos Mendoza with a
Stand up, Carlos, stand up.
Let us hear what Tony has in mind to do...
with the North end of the town.
Don't you think that first...
that we should bow our heads...
for a minute and pray for my patrón, and your good friend...
Tony Baloons, for his speedy recovery?
[speaking fake Spanish]
Okay. That's enough.
Now let's see what Tony has in mind to do with the North side?
Sure. Sure.
Sit down.
[clears throat]
Well, I mean, you know...
Yeah.
He, Tony, he sent me here...
[clears throat]
To reassure you, all of you...
that he plans to make, no big changes.
You know, maybe some little changes...
maybe here, maybe there. You know...
you minimize the expenses, and you maximize the profits.
This guy is an imposter.
[guns cocking] A dead one.
[Carlos speaking Spanish]
Before you shoot him...
I want my suit back.
Now, do you see why I asked you to bring me out here?
What am I gonna do? Arrest them for illegal assembly?
Those people control half the mob in this country.
If you don't try to make an arrest...
I don't know what you're wearing a badge for.
[sighing]
We don't stand a chance. They've got an army down there.
We could have an army out here, if you'd let us help.
The A-Team?
But first...
I've got to get one of my people out of there.
[groaning]
Look, I think you guys are overreacting to all this.
I mean, I'm just an actor.
I'm telling you, I'm unemployed.
I don't have any money. This guy comes up to me...
and pays me good to come here to say--
(mobsters) Shut up!
Shut up. Shut up. That's a silly thing to say to an actor.
I mean, there's two words I don't even know the meaning of, "shut"...
You open your mouth one more time...
I put your head in a box and mail it somewhere.
Trip's over. Hold it. Drop those guns.
Colonel, thank God.
Move it back this way. Come on, move it.
(Hannibal) Open the trunk.
In.
You're buying your own funeral.
Save it. In.
Take a deep breath.
[car engine starts]
[water running]
It's getting late. I don't like it, Face.
If he was on it, he would have...
[phone ringing]
Called?
Yeah.
Jim, Sheriff Plummer.
Turn them loose and help them do whatever they want.
And Smith says to tell his people to build it.
We're on our way.
You're free. And Smith's orders is to build it?
Whatever that means.
That means he's on the jazz.
[welding machine whirring]
Hello, could you get Sam on the phone, please?
It's an urgent call.
Thank you.
Yeah?
Samuel! Hannibal Smith here.
I'm just calling to let you know...
we've got your furniture and your fancy car...
at Zack's gas station.
thought you might wanna make a deal.
Sure, we'll make a deal.
You get my stuff back...
or I'll leave your bones to bleach in the sun.
That whole family is so moody.
Get all the boys together.
I'm gonna pay that station a visit.
Hey, that's my mantle from my house in Westport.
You're gonna leave my friends alone and buzz off, Sam.
I'm gonna take you and your people...
and cut them up into little pieces.
Beat it, slimeball.
(Sam) Right. Go.
Let them have it, Murdock.
Hey, who are you? One of the families?
Something like that. We're a team.
(Murdock) You've got to be real careful.
I won this on the Wheel of Fortune.
Are you sure?
You're sure you got all of the old oil out of there, right?
(Kelvin) Uh-huh.
And you're gonna put the proper weight and grade oil...
back in there? Right? Uh-huh.
And you made sure that oil plug is tight, right?
Uh-huh.
(B.A.) Hey, Murdock. Leave the kid alone.
You're doing just fine, Kelvin. Just fine.
B.A., what are you think? Do you think that the truck needs another coat of paint?
You know, along the door, where it was scraped?
Murdock!
Colonel Smith, I'm sure wish...
you'd let me and the other owners...
pay you a little something for your trouble.
Yeah. No, no.
We wouldn't dream of accepting any money for it.
After all, virtue is its own reward.
Isn't that right, Colonel?
Well said, Lieutenant.
(man on radio) The army has requested an APB be issued for the A-Team...
after Sheriff Plummer reported their escape.
Hannibal! We better get out of here.
The army's just put out an APB on us.
Let's go, Murdock.
No, no. I'm staying here with this truck.
You go on ahead. I'll catch up to you.
I'm done, Mr. Murdock. I'll let her down now.
No, no. I'll do it. I'll do it myself.
[machine whirring]
[gun firing]