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By:† Viskey Utsadanas
RATING:†††††††† PG 13, for slash-references, but nothing really happens
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the A-Team and I don't make any profit with my writing
PAIRING:††††††† now thatís a tricky question to answer...
NOTES:††††††††† This is a sequel to ďSecond BestĒ, which is a lot slashier than this thing here. It starts out somewhat serious, but later on it has its funny moments. Just turned out that way. I was having a great Murdock-day. (little advice here: Write Murdock when youíre badly in need of some sleep, it works!)
WARNINGS:†† a bunch of drunken ex-soldiers
SUMMARY:†††† Murdock, Face and a fellow soldier from
Well, Dolly, looks like weíre out of business.
As DOLORES turns toward the voice, we cut to the entrance of the diner. A man (SIMON) and a teenager, app. 14 years old, (MARTY) stand in the doorway, both sporting bruises, SIMON has a bandaged arm, MARTY carries one arm in a sling.
We can... we...
(Shaking his head firmly but gently)
No, Dolly. Weíre out of business.
is no safe
†place anymore and people know it. Robbed five times
than five months. And it's not like theyíre just
†taking the money.
(He gestures at the broken interior.)
We could... Marty, would you leave us alone for a couple of minutes?
She gives MARTY a look that does not allow arguing, MARTY leaves. DOLORES sits down on one of only few intact chairs.
†We could still try to hire this A-Team.
just donít think hiring a bunch of mercenaries
†can solve our ,
*we* canít solve our problems either! (calmer)
you see we need help?
quietly and gestures to the broken diner.
been talking to the police, itís their job
†to help us.
Would be, yes. But theyíre doing nothing. do is filling
in a form for the insurance company,
†thatís about it. They donít even
try to find the
†bloody bastards who did this.
Dolly, please stop cursing, you know I donít like it.
stop cursing the moment you get your ass up
†and do something!
gets up and goes to the kitchen to get a couple of waste-bags. She starts cleaning up
NT.†††† LAUNDRY Ė DAY
Missy, you have nothing to clean, you leave shop.
Mr. Denvers at the race track said I should
†meet a Mr. Lee here...
today... now, actually.
around, making himself busy)
Mr. Denvers, ey? Donít know no
Denvers. You got
†nothing to clean, you leave shop.
how about you clean this jacket? (takes off
†her jacket and hands
But your j*is* clean.
Never mind, I want to have it cleaned.
jacket) Is your money. (handing her a
†coupon) One hour.
Can I wait in here?
This a laundry, Missy, not a waiting room!
a change of scene, the shop.
gone;; thereís a young Chinese lady
Excuse me, Iím looking for a Mr. Lee?
thereís no one here of that name. Thereís
†only a Mr. Wu, who
is my father, but heís on holiday.
Dolores sighs, pulls out her coupon to collect her jacket. Itís obvious sheís tired of this ďgameĒ.
How muchís that?
Itís already paid for, Maíam.
Tha what it says in the book.
MISS WU turns the book for DOLORES to have a look.
EXT. †† STREET - DAY
(cursing softly, just to herself)
Bloody A-Team. Who they
think they are? Bloody CIA
Surely could match them.
DOLORES thrusts her hands into the pockets of her jacket. Then suddenly stops dead. She pulls a piece of paper out of her right hand pocket. It reads: ďCongratulations!Ē
at the paper, realising what it could mean, then looks around herself. She
Lessing, I believe? My name is Hannibal Smith.
†I have the great
pleasure to tell you that
hired the A-Team just an hour ago.
An hour ago, but...
Lee was very impressed by you. (
†and tucks a
cigar between his mouth and lights it) Can we go?
Uhm, sure, sure.
EXT.††† DINER, PARKING
Dolores parks her car, the A-Team-van pulls up right next to her The side door slides open and FACE and MURDOCK climb out.
Lessing, may I introduce Templeton Peck
†nods politely and
smiles charmingly) and HM Murdock.
(making a courteous bow)
The same, mílady.
BA comes around the front of the van and raises his fist at Murdock.
Shut up fooí, youíre not Clark Gable or somthní!
Not to forget BA Baracus.
BA nods shortly in DOLORESí direction.
And so you are the A-Team...
That is correct, mílady.
Heís making attempts to bow and kiss DOLORES on the hand but she pulls it away, staring at him, disconcerted by his strange behaviour.
maybe I should tell you what this is about,
need to, Mrs. Lessing. Weíre well informed. Your
†diner has been
raided five times recently. You believe
†itís always the same folks. Letís
just have a look at
†the battle-field, then.
INT. ††† DINER - DAY
The inside of the diner is now pretty empty and clean. Only two tables and five chairs are arranged in a corner next to the counter. MARTY sits there, trying to repair a coffee-machine. Heís not doing too well with one arm in a sling. Parts and tools are scattered all across the table. MARTY looks up when he hears the group enter. When FACE sees the boy, a strange expression shows on his face, as if he remembered something. He canít quite take his eyes off the boy. Cross-cut between FACE and MARTY (who struggles with the machine and his sling) ending with a close-up on FACE, understanding dawning on him. He looks over to MURDOCK, who looks sort of arrogant, which is supposed to be ďnobleĒ. Picture going back to FACE, heís obviously feeling uneasy.
Marty, meet... (she stops, unsure of what to say)
friends of your parents. Weíre gonna help
†you get this mess fixed.
HANNIBAL nods in agreement, MURDOCK
looks around ďnoblyĒ and FACE watches him doing ,
feeling more and more uneasy.
Just then the door opens and SIMON enters. He obviously is in a bad mood. We see that he recognises the team at once. His attention is focused on FACE and MURDOCK, though.
Dolly, havenít I told you...
(Dolores meaningfully shakes her head.
†Simon shuts up.)
(noticing but choosing to e the interaction)
Mr. Lessing. Nice to meet you. May I introduce...
That wonít be necessary.
We cut to
he tenses visibly, although we see that heís doing his best to keep the facade
up. Heís looking over to MURDOCK again. MURDOCK looks interested, but shows no
sign of recognition.
please. Theyíre here to help us. Donít be
(more carefully now)
understand your wife hasnít let you in on her
(a little frustrated)
Well, yes and no. She told me she planned to hire
†the A-Team. She
did not tell me that she
uckto it, even after I said no.
Mr. Lessing... You *need* help, we *can* help.
If í our fugitive status you object to, atí,but despite
the fact that we *are*† fugitives, weíre not the bad guys, like you think.
close-ups on FACE (looking even more uneasy now), SIMON (looking uneasy *and* still ďnobleĒ)
(with grim determination)
Hannibal, I donít think thatís it, or is
Simon? Simon knows we are
no criminals, or so I
†hope. I think this is something more... personal.
Simon grimaces and glares at FACE, but stays silent.
(rare, but it
and I have met in
have happened. Weíre not best friends, so
(forgetting his antic for the moment)
Facey, donít tell me youíve pinched his girlfriend!
(angry and obviously hurt)
Donít tell me donít remember
(even more confused)
not now, not here. This is an old story that
†doesnít need to
be warmed up.
(with a big
grin on his face)
Oh, but I *loved* the mess-tent!
Cut to FACE and SIMON. We can tell from their expressions, that thereís a deeper meaning to MURDOCKíS words, and they donít like it.
Cut to black
INT.†††† DINER - DAY
HANNIBAL is leaning against the counter, puffing on his cigar and looking from one man to an waiting for an answer from somebody. BA stands at the side, also leaning against the counter, looking indifferent. FACE, SIMON and MURDOCK stand, forming an irregular triangle, looking everythe otherís faces.
Various close-ups, there is silence for a long while.
crossed, shaking his head with determination)
said too much already. I
†should have kept my big mouth shut right
(very seriously, as if his answer would make sense. Which it does of
course, just not to
, Murdock being lost in memoryNot to talk about the infirmary.
guess you wonít tell me anything either, Mr.
†Lessing, will you?
And honestly, Iíd appreciate it, if you left
†me and my family alone.
annoyed, giving up his ďnoblessĒ for the
†first time, coming back into reality)
No way, Sim.
Sim, youíve got trouble, me and my friends
†experts in dealing
with trouble. I donít remember
†you being stupid. Do you Facey?
with the whole situation already, gets even more irritated)
will you stop calling me Facey, please?
guys. I know you want to help me... us. I
†know you have but
the best intentions, but it
†wouldnít be wise to...
Ok, Iíve had enough of this. I want to know now,
and for all what happened thatís got you three so secretive! Face, take
†as an order.
FACE is dropping his head and studies something on the floor, casting a suspicious look over at Murdock before he answers.
me and Murdock... we were... kind of
†interested in the
clearly not satisfied with that answer)
(straightening up, indignantly)
Murdock, shut up!
You donít tell me to shut up, Sim! Not *you*!
(stress audible in his voice)
Shut up both of you!
S silence, during which we see close-ups of the ďThreesomeĒ.
Ok, can we go on now?
Yeah, well... First Simon got it, then...
Face got it. And I got it all along.
†(he smiles broadly.) Iím
one lucky guy.
(he blinks, then shakes his head. This is presumably the longest
period of time heís ever been confused...)
I still donít know what
youíre all talking about.
Not if it keeps you from accepting our help.
Heís got a point there, Sim, ya know.
Many conflicting emotions show on his face, but he doesnít speak up.
apparently youíd rather take fifty on your
†back than tell me
anything. (staring at FACE,
†then switching his attention to
(slightly pissed) Oh, really?
†You wonít take
advantage of this!
Why wouldnít I?
it concerns not only Murdock but also
†me and... and
Yeah, well... sorta...
I have a deal for you: The three of you talk
†it out. You have
two hours. BA, letís go.
HANNIBAL turns to leave, BA follows him.
There is an awkward silence, cuts of MURDOCK, FACE, and SIMON
So, you *did* screw him?
FACE, MURDOCK (simultaneously)
I didnít *screw* him!
Nobody *screwed*† me!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, fellas. Cool it.
I donít like your language, Sim. Just
donít screw anybody and that nobody screws
†me. Not now and not never.
(MURDOCK stares SIMON down)
I guess Iíve been married to Dolly for too
throat, preparing for the task)
Now can we skip the insults
and talk sensibly?
Facey, you *do* know who youíre talking to, do you?
(his patience wearing thin) Murdock, Iíve got absolutely *no* patience
†stupid games right now, understood?!
Hey, I thought, weíd skip the insults?
Yeah, Facey, skip the insults, donít yell at me!
FACE walks over to the group of tables and chairs. He sits down heavily, props his head up in his hands, and sighs.
I there any chance an old army buddy gets anything to drink?
havenít changed a bit,
.Sadvantage of just
any situation, arenít you?
Stop knocking Faceyman down!
Thanks, Murdock, but I can still speak for myself.
was *not* knocking him down! Heís just what he is
heís always been!
we please stop talking about *me*† and start
MURDOCK sits down on a chair opposite of FACE.
Sure, Facey, sure.
exploding) And do stop calling me Facey, godda-
(he bites off
the rest of the phrase just in time, banging a fist on the table. He pauses,
to regain control over himself and goes
on carefully) Just donít,
Donít. Not *now*.
(with a sigh,
not overly sorry though)
ĎKay, Faceman, sorry.
Now, can we move on to the subject?
SIMON sits down too now, they form an irregular triangle again.
What is the subject?
Us! Didnít you pay attention?
right, all right, no need to yell at me
STOP! This is not gonna work this way.
(letting out a
For once I agree with you.
Whatís not gonna work?
(forcing himself to patience) Murdock, I know youíve had a rough week,
can you come to live in *our* reality for a
†just a couple of
†heads, if we donít come to a solution.
Uhm, Face, short side-track-question: Isnít this all futile? I mean, look
at him, he canít even *think* straight. Howís he supposed to be able
(angry and hurt that heís being ignored) Donít talk as if I werenít here!
(ignoring Murdock) It doesnít matter which way he thinks, whether
or in circles. Heíll do fine, when we need
(ironically, still hurt a bit, but obviously liking FACEís explanation)
Facey, that was really nice of you.
†Ė Oops, sorry, *Face*.
mind. Can we get through with this now? Timeís
SIMON nods an takes a deep breath. He crosses his arms before his chest, uneasy with what heís saying next.
So... First things first: Weíre all hetero... we
†are, arenít we?
MURDOCK and FACE both nod eagerly.
Then there shouldnít be any problem.
FACE angrily jumps up from his seat and starts pacing the empty room for a short while.
That easy, huh? First you
make one hell of an affair
†about it and
now it ďshouldnít be a problemĒ. Youíre , you know that?!
some*thing*, Face. If anything, then
Thanks, darliní, but itís ok.
gives both SIMON and MURDOCK a meaningful look.
(gloating) All hetero, are we?
SIMON & MURDOCK
You call *all* your ie ďdarlinĒ?
(blushing) Old manners die hard, I guess.
Yeah, they indeed do, babe.
(distressed that SIMON and MURDOCK are not taking it seriously enough)
Would you stop this, please?
FACE resumes his agitated pacing, cut to MURDOCK and SIMON
(stopping in his tracks, turning to the other two, walking up to the table
and sitting down, while he speaks)
Ok, putting the facts on the table: Simon,
dbeen having your fling with Murdock,
and when you
†dropped him Ė sorry Ė
left him for very honourable
†reasons... (SIMON starts , FACE glares
at him*mean* Anyway, after that and a got to have *my* fling.
thing anybody would like to add?
SIMON and MURDOCK just shake their heads, stunned by FACEís bluntness.
Anyone in this room
to have... sex
†with anyone else
in this room?
(giving the impersonation of a blushing , dropping his eyes
to the tableHeís talking about me, babe...
for the hint, darliní, wouldnít have figured
†it out on my own.
(Leaning back in his seat and crossing
Care to answer my
question or shall I go, leaving you to
That remark earns FACE a playful slap from MURDOCK, but then he shakes his head
Not me, Faceyman.
Me neither. I have my wife, thanks a lot. And...
shall not find out about your... escapades back in
what do you think? Of course !
†you were married.
Would you tell her about him?
Hey, itís not like Iím some sort of disease, ok?
FACE relaxes a
little, he reaches over to Murdock and reassuringly
pats his shoulder
(gently) Nobodyís comparing you to any disease, Murdock. (to SIMON,
†a little sharper) It was a
rhetoric question, Simon. You
†know, when you
donít really expect an answer...
Still the same old smartass.
(pointedly) And when Dolores swears, you scold her.
How you know that?
I just do.
(to FACE, still perplexed) Howís he know that?
(stifling a triumphant
grin) Thatís what he gets out of thinking in
Can we come back to the subject?
Sure. So what do we do?
ll, itís obvious. We gotta make up a story. We have to give
too Ė something theyíll believe. Since we canít very
serve with the truth, as we all agree on, we
†to think í
so what was it I said? We all wanted the same
(giving FACE a look) Thing! Iím not sure I can ever forgive you that.
I said that first you had it (pointing at
†SIMON) before I got it. And
was having it
†all along, as he couldnít stop himself pronouncing.
(FACE moans and props up his face with his
hands, speaking on wearily)
Oh, Murdock, why couldnít you have kept your mouth shut? It would be a
lot easier to find something.
But itís so simple. It was a girl we all wanted.
but Dolly would kill me. Theoretically we
†were together then.
wouldnít like me having
†messed with another woman.
Let alone man.
Murdockís right. A girl is the only thing that
†makes sense. I mean,
we wouldnít have gotten into a
†fight over a... a car or something.† (giving
SIMON a challenging look) Iím
†youíre gonna have to go
through this. After all, had
†you just accepted our help, none of this would
had you, only for once, kept your big mouth shut,
†we wouldnít be
Murdock doesnít bother these
accusations much but smiles, satisfied with himself.
Only I am innocent.
a loon, loons canít be found guilty, even if
Are you insinuating something, baby?
(with an innocent smile, and glinting eyes) Me? No, never, sweet,
why would I?
it be this discussion runs out of control a
Simís right, Facey. Weíd better
hurry in creating
Why not just take one who really existed? Like Linh?
But she was only a kid then!
what? Who apart from us knows? We add a few
†years, a few
inches, a few pounds... in the right
Voilŗ!! We already know all
the details. And
that we donít know anymore, we just donít know
anymore. Heck, itís been 15 years.
(suddenly serious) 17. Two more years for me. Or less, depending
point of view. (he looks sadly at Murdock) How
keep you there?
They ní keep me, babe. I stayed.
how *could* you? Youíve seen so many men die.
seen me die.
Well, that was rather me, if I recall that correctly.
Donít be petty now, Face!
(voice dripping with sarcasm) Sorry, hero.
donít start a fight now. Weíve been getting
†along so well just now.
to get off the proverbial mine-field) Ah... Iíll go,
thereís something to drink in the
kitchen. Anyone go
SureĎd love to.
If itís not too cold.
INT. DINER Ė EVENING
I see youíve had fun. Did you talk it out,
†or just drowned it?
and grinning stupidly)
Hey, Hanni. Wanna have a beer?
more bottle somewhere...
soundly) Shouldnít have drunk it all. Donít
go too well
my medication, docs say.
Murdock, youíre not on any medication.
Iím not? Oh, what a stroke of luck. Babe, see if you can
†find that bottle
get cross with me, but look for yourself. My
†eyes donít work
too good at the moment.
then closes them tightly)
Simon! Whatís all this about?!
(calm due to
too much beer)
Doní worry, dear, itís alright. Everythingís
Yeah, Dolly, dear. Weíre just celebrating our
her a big, grin)
DOLORES eyes her husband, not sure what to make of him. Then the other two, not sure what to make of them either.
wanna join in? But thereís only this one
†bottle left... I donít know...
we wanna share
Only between the three of us.
Yeah, after all, itís *our* reunion, not theirs.
HANNIBAL shakes his head, then turns to BA and DOLORES.
your problem is, Dolores, we canít start
tomorrow. I guess you can see why... (he thumbs at the Threesome)
I... I donít understand... Simonís not a drinker,
thim now. Heíll be ok by
Yeah, not counting one hell of a hangover.
HANNIBAL and BA chuckle as they leave with DOLORES. FACE, MURDOCK and SIMON remain.
(to MURDOCK) Hey,
darliní, maybe if you help me
got some more bottles somewhere down the
MURDOCK and SIMON get up, steadying each other on their way to the basement door, stumbling through the empty room.
I you donít come back within the hour,
†what to think of you.
Heteros, yeah, sure.
All three snicker at that, SIMON and MURDOCK having momentary problems to snicker and walk at the same time, but soon they precede. FACE lifts a bottle and empties it. Fade to black.
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