My Year With The A-Team: Season 5, Episode 12 – The Grey Team

In My Year With the A-Team by Brady Carlson0 Comments

The team wraps up the series

“Let me repeat that: THE NURSING HOME PEOPLE ARE DOING A PREPARATION MONTAGE.”

For those who might have thought this project was a bad idea, let me simply point to this project and say: it could be much worse. Take this poor guy, who’s watching the movie “Julie and Julia” every day for a year. Your pain is palpable, Lawrence! But at least you’re (hopefully) named after Mr. T.


The Grey Team

Wild Guess Preview: It’s an old-timey A-Team taking place in the silent film era! Hannibal J. Guildersleeve is a madcap inventor who shares his creations with his friends The Face, Professor Baracus and H.M. “Horse Feathers” Murdock. Then the evil Dr. Smedley steals a special new elixir from the laboratory – and the Team of A-Level Gentlemen must retrieve it, and save the orphans from casting about forever in a hot air contraption!

The Recap: There’s a phone ringing! In a house! And a man with a cardigan answers it! “One hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money, Mr. Anderson,” says a voice. “I trust you’re not avoiding me.” Anderson recognizes the voice: it’s a Soviet agent called Sarnoff – oh, that’s rich, name the villain of your last episode after the man who founded NBC. “My government has paid you well,” Sarnoff continues. “We expect the documents.” Anderson says he’ll deliver today.

Here’s the wrinkle: Anderson’s daughter, Paula, has been listening in on the call from her bedroom. She’s upset that her dad is selling out to the Reds, so she sneaks downstairs and steals his briefcase, which contains papers marked “Strategic Defense Initiative: Star Wars Progress Report.” Paula runs outside, and two chunky guys in a car follow her. Anderson strolls outside and yells “PAULA!” which is a good tactic when your daughter is being tailed by thugs. She pays him no heed and runs off.

Murdock wears his 'Fini' t-shirt
I’m gonna miss those crazy smiles.

The team is a little puzzled why Stockwell wants them to go find a teenage girl – “Since when did we go into the stray kid business?” Face asks. But Stockwell explains about the Star Wars papers – find Paula and make sure the papers aren’t taken by the wrong people, he says, or there goes any chance of a pardon. Ah, so he’s in a bad mood this week. First thing to do is pick up Murdock, who’s working at a Puppy Platter fast food joint and, appropriately enough, wearing a t-shirt that says “FINI.” Face explains that “Uncle Stockwell” needs his help and they all head out.

Paula is at an apartment building, knocking on the manager’s door. “Mr Green?” she calls out, knocking. I think Mr. Green is in the hall with Professor Plum, actually. Oh, it’s kindly old Bernie Greene, who gives her a cup of tea and listens as she explains about her dad’s briefcase and the guys who want it. “My father is a traitor,” she says. Then turn him in, kid!

The team moves a piano crate
Hopefully Rick James or Isaac Hayes will play the piano in this crate.

The team is lifting a large wooden piano crate as a cover for visiting Mr. Anderson – though their work is not to B.A.’s standard: “stop jibba-jabba-ing and start lifting!” Hannibal tells Anderson he’s from “Stockwell Movers,” and explains that the piano is there to make it harder for people listening in on bugs. Face conjures up a jazzy tune while Anderson explains the situation: Sarnoff is “the top Soviet operative in this country,” and he’s been trying to draw the guy out into the open. Anderson isn’t really a traitor, just a patriot with a cardigan. And there’s more: the documents are phony, but the Reds don’t know it, so “there’s nothing the other side wouldn’t do to get them.”

The team’s only lead is to find Bernie Greene; too bad the thugs have already figured this out too. “What they don’t know,” Bernie tells Paula, “is that they’re dealing with Bernie Greene, a pretty tough piece of beef jerky.” When the thugs knock, Bernie opens up his little peephole window and sprays the fire extinguisher – hey, he is pretty tough! Then he and Paula duck out the fire escape. The thugs follow, but Frankie and B.A. pull up in the awesome van, and they belt the guys… who identify themselves as FBI agents. Uh oh.

Stockwell actually wants Hannibal to take on the FBI, but Hannibal says absolutely not – and while he’s at it, the colonel’s getting mighty sick of Stockwell and his missions. “We’ll get Randy Anderson’s daughter back because he’s a decent man,” Hannibal says, “but not for you, General. Not anymore.”

Bernie assures Paula that he’s hidden her secret briefcase, but now they need to hide themselves, and Bernie knows the perfect place: his friend George Nemchek’s room at the Silver Creek Retirement Community. George is dozing on the couch, exhausted and cranky from having the wildest beard in the retirement world, but he’s got a heart of gold and says they can stay with him – after all, the “staff is so afraid of me they talk to me as little as possible!” Hahahahaha – huh?

Frankie’s been doing some scouting with B.A., and apparently Bernie and Paula hid out in the movie theater all afternoon – “they sat through two Chuck Norris movies,” he says. If I ever have to hide out, I hope I get to go to that theater! Frankie also managed to find out from the ticket taker that Bernie is friends with a certain George Nemchek who lives at a certain nursing home.

Hannibal and Face are at the park, watching Sarnoff meet up with Anderson. Wow, he’s got a handlebar mustache – and a gun! “Naughty, naughty!” scolds Hannibal, who pulls out his sniper rifle and lines up a shot. But Anderson begs off convincingly and Hannibal doesn’t have to shoot. “Now it’s up to Murdock,” he says.

Murdock is at a TV studio, pretending to be a professor who works on SDI research and accusing the government of lying about the Star Wars program. He does this to draw out Sarnoff’s operatives – and, in fact, one of them drops by; it’s a lady blue dress. She says his interview was “most interesting,” and forces him to drive away at gunpoint to tell her all about his research. she gets in his car. Murdock’s in a K-Car, so he sputters away more than drives; still, Face and Hannibal follow.

Senior aerobics
Sweating to the relatively recent-ies

But enough international intrigue; it’s time for nursing home aerobics! Thrill as oldsters in leotards stretch to the Bee Gees’ “Night Fever”! Paula is sitting near all this, (understandably) depressed out of her mind. Bernie, who confesses he prefers Twisted Sister (and no, I didn’t make that up), drops by with George to cheer her up. Paula wonders if she should turn in her traitorous dad; George tells her to listen to her heart, and her heart says get the hell away from senior aerobics at all costs. So she calls dad – but the Soviets are listening in and they overhear Paula say that she has the briefcase.

Murdock romances the Soviet lady
He blinded her… WITH SCIENCE

“SDI, Professor Murdock,” says the Russian lady. “We vant to know everything about it.” H.M. says he can’t work in dark warehouse conditions, at least not around guards and “spectators,” so the woman sends the guards and the other scientists away. Then he starts romancing the lady – “I am a man of science, but if you take away the science…” oh yeah, he’s a man. Face and Hannibal are outside, and Face is about to be sick listening to Murdock’s goofy lines. Hannibal reassures him: “I’m sure you could make up much better lines.” But then again, he says, Murdock “may know something that you don’t know.” Face starts practicing Murdock’s lines.

Old people attack B.A. and Frankie
Jibba jabba meets whipper-snapper.

The awesome van is at the nursing home, to find Bernie and Paula. But when our guys start walking in, they’re mobbed by hundreds of old people. I don’t mean it’s heavily populated, I mean the old people are closing in on them – B.A. and Frankie literally have to run out the door to avoid a barrage of murderous senior citizens. No matter where they go, they’re surrounded by geezers! B.A.’s exasperated and confused: “What’re you people doing? We’re the good guys, we’re not here to hurt nobody!” Frankie explains that Anderson sent them to find Paula, and she recognizes them from the fight with the FBI dudes. “I told you,” B.A. says. “We’re the good guys!” The old people are disappointed: “Oh nuts,” says the old lady. “Just when things were getting interesting around here.” They all walk away.

Anderson shows up himself, but so does Sarnoff, along with half a dozen armed Soviet guys. He takes both Andersons hostage and drives off with them. But that’s not the end of the fun here – the old people start grabbing supplies to fight off the other Soviets. Let me repeat that: THE NURSING HOME PEOPLE ARE DOING A PREPARATION MONTAGE. They belt the Soviet agents with crutches, shoot hot water at them… they even roll a wheelchair at them. Huh? It’s got an oxygen tank on it, and B.A. and Frankie points their guns and make it explode, to a round of applause. All I want to know is, who drugged me and put this show on instead of the A-Team?

Murdock uses the Soviet lasers
I’m also going to miss these crazy grimaces.

Hannibal has a plan: since Bernie stashed the briefcase in his apartment, Sarnoff will have to go there to get it. And the team will be there, “as soon as we get Murdock.” Face wonders how they might do that, since the Soviets have their lab guarded tightly. Oh, not a problem, says Hannibal – “Murdock is going to get out for us.” And he does; he tells the Russian lady that he wants them to be “joined together in blissful detente… my Apollo and your Soyuz,” and she finds his metaphors a little too graphic. “You will now be killed by my comrades outside,” she says. “Goodbye.” (“Great, isn’t it?” Hannibal says to Face, as they listen.) Murdock smuggles himself out by using one of the Soviet laser devices on the wall and cutting an escape hole.

George drives the bus, to B.A.'s amusement
The suckas on the bus go round and round, round and round…

Bernie and George are going to drive with Frankie and B.A. to head off Sarnoff. Or maybe not: “WHAT? SOMEONE SHOT THE TIRES ON MY VAN!” But George will not be denied: “We’ve got more experience than those Russians, and before I check in to St. Peter’s hotel I want to use that experience!” So he hoists his walker in the air and hails a bus; B.A. tosses the driver out and they get on board. The other old people see this, and now they want to come too – “don’t forget the Geritol commandos!” one yells out. Oh my god, this is the most insane thing ever. “Hey Pops,” B.A. tells George, “you drive pretty good! I’m impressed!” Bernie mentions that George used to be a bus driver – until he got fired for “reckless driving.” Frankie: “We’re gonna die.”

Sarnoff keeps telling the Andersons they’re gonna die if they don’t produce the briefcase, but Paula keeps explaining that Bernie hid the thing and neither of them knows where. But the bus is on its way, followed by some sharp-eyed cops who recognize that 80 insane senior citizens hijacking a bus could be a problem. Sarnoff comes downstairs and makes the cops drop their guns, lest he shoot Paula or her dad. Bernie gives himself up and says he’ll give up the briefcase if Sarnoff lets the Andersons go. Sarnoff says files first, then the hostages go free.

Face, Hannibal and Murdock drive up, and Hannibal says “it’s up to you, Face.” Why Face? “You’re driving.” Oh. Face drives up some kind of ramp and lands their vehicle onto a police car. And while the Soviets are distracted, the old people start whacking them with crutches and canes again. Seriously. “I did it!” Face says. “My god, I did it!” The cops take the Soviets into custody.

The parade
Spinoff: “In 1986 a pair of old guys broke out of a nursing home and promptly escaped to the Los Angeles underground…”

The team gets a little parade at the nursing home. They also get a little surprise: George and Bernie have decided they’re going to join up and help the team fight bad guys. Frankie says, um, it’s been nice working with you guys, but no thanks, so George and Bernie decide to “show this young feller how it’s done” and carry him off, which is amusing. This gives our original foursome gets a little time to ponder their future. B.A. says “it looks like Hannibal is on the jazz again,” and yes, Hannibal has a plan for the day if/when they get their pardon from Stockwell: “what are we really qualified to do?” he asks. “Go after thugs in the park?” Face asks, like George and Bernie? Sort of, says Hannibal – “Motorcycle gangs, organized crime figures…. there’s a world of slimeballs out there.” “I’ll get the van,” B.A. says.

The show just couldn’t help but reach one last level of complete lunacy before wrapping up, could they? But as unbelievably campy and contrived as the plot was, the team still made it fun. And the ending was quite nice – the road goes on forever for our guys, as it should. Me, I gotta start figuring out what I’m gonna do at the end of the project – I’m not qualified to do anything either, but there’s not a world of more A-Team episodes out there!?!

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