Ten years ago, 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.

We'll be in Bad Rock in a couple of minutes. How is he?

Blood pressure's 90 over 30 and dropping fast.

We gotta get him some blood.

Gonna need for the Faceman to change his name. Yeah, to Broken Face.

- Come on, B.A. It wasn't my fault. - You were supposed to be the rear guard.

You messed up bad. Now I have to mess you up.

- It's the law. - Oh, brother.

Face is gonna pay. Face is gonna pay.

Face is gonna pay.

Wait. Keep him up there.

I got one leg.

These things happen, man.

Remember that time in 'Nam when you were supposed to be watching the back door of that Chinese dance hall?

And I slipped and cut myself on that Coke bottle that you dropped.