Froelich eludes Armstrong, moves in on the goal,
sends one over the goalie and scores!
Yes!
Oh, the East Germans have really put on a show today
against Team USA.
Certainly no one expected this kind of performance.
Your endurance program has served our athletes well, Dr. Strasser.
It is a privilege to serve the party in any way I can.
Yes.
Or so I believed.
I have been informed that your work on Project Victory
is well behind schedule.
We are dealing with complicated research, Herr Eisler.
In any case, your wife has been placed under house arrest.
Perhaps with fewer distractions,
your work will proceed more rapidly.
These are our special Teflon acrylic blend.
These are the finest that we have.
I don't want no underwear, man.
What about designer shorts?
Here, let me get this for you.
Why, thank you.
Here you go.
This is a very charming place you have here, Tem.
Yeah, well, you know, it's... It's coming along.
Right in here.
Whoops. Wrong house.
May we go now, General?
Thank you, Able Nine. Able Three.
Very nice work, ladies.
I'll have my driver take you home.
Well, I guess the skiing trip is off.
You got to give him credit, Face.
Stockwell wanted you fast. He knew how to get you.
I should have known.
Only somebody on the take would find your stories spellbinding.
Excuse me.
Why is Murdock playing with his underwear?
Some fool paying him to do it.
Yeah, this so-called fool happens to be the number one power
in the garment industry.
Franklin, my card.
Inspected by Number Six.
You made the top 10.
This calls for a little celebration.
Well, the celebration will have to wait until you return from your mission.
If you return.
Dr. Warren Strasser.
One of the world's leading biochemists.
The East Germans have him working
on a new strain of biological warfare
that could have catastrophic repercussions for the West.
Sounds like a fun guy.
Judge for yourself.
You're going to be flying into East Berlin and bring him out.
Flying into where?
East Berlin. It's just east of West Berlin.
Even though he's in the States,
Dr. Strasser has made it perfectly clear
he won't consider defecting without his wife, Marlena.
A family man. I like that.
You should also know that Dr. Strasser was informed by the FBI
that they have considered his case and turned it down,
due to an unacceptable risk factor.
On my Franklin scale from 1 to 10,
where does the risk factor line up?
Next to the one.
You see, if we bite it,
the government isn't connected to a rescue attempt.
Just makes you want to run out and buy war bonds. Doesn't it?
Any ideas how we're gonna drop in
on this friendly little hamlet of East Berlin?
Were you surprised at how easily you beat Team USA?
Not at all. They were fortunate that the score was not more one-sided.
Excuse me. Chairman Eisler.
You don't honestly believe that your athletes are unbeatable, do you?
Any amateur can see the East Germans have reached a superior level of ability.
Klaus Heinrich, Socialist Daily News.
So, you agree that the East Germans
are now the world standard bearers in athletics?
Absolutely.
Dr. Strasser, isn't it true that you're behind the strategy
of the Eastern Block countries to develop better athletes
through chemical supplements?
You swine.
I believed our training...
Why is it you Americans must blame your inferiority
on these wild tales of super-drugs and laboratory experiments?
Only to avoid the truth.
Which is that you can't compete
with East Germans in anything,
let alone athletics.
I even question the fact whether even your uniforms are properly inspected.
Now hold on there, boys.
I only got myself a little old semi-pro football team,
but I'd bet my bottom dollar
that they could wipe up the field with whatever you got.
Please. Please.
We have no time for this now.
We have a plane to catch.
Why, I'd fly my boys straight to Germany.
It would be worth it just to see you cry in your beer.
Do you mean to say that your semi-pro team
can beat the best athletes that East Germany has to offer?
Hell, last season my boys shut out
the Fort Worth Oil Cans.
Now, I'd hate to think what the Oil Cans would do
to your so-called athletes.
This is nonsense.
I knew you'd run like a dog
with your tail between your legs.
Chairman Eisler!
You must confront this man.
Prove to him that we can beat him
and his country at their own game.
I accept your challenge.
- Nice, Face. - Yeah.
Well, I'll have the uniforms by tomorrow afternoon.
Of course, it would be nice if we had players to wear them.
I'll try to round up my old high school team.
And Murdock can help.
Be there.
Yeah.
Hey, B.A.
Have you looked up old T.J. Bryant? I hear he's back in town.
We don't need T.J. Bryant.
So let me go over this again.
You win an all-expense paid trip to Germany,
you get $5,000 to do with as you wish.
But this is a limited-time offer.
So, you got to make a decision pronto.
Can I put you down for third-string linebacker?
B.A., you are looking good, dude.
Hey, man. You, too, Big Dave.
- You're still pumping that iron, huh? - Yeah, a little bit, man.
Been hanging around with the A-Team.
What about yourself, man? You in good shape?
Just been pumping the gas, man, working hard. But when I see you,
you still get me so pumped up, man.
- Oh, man, like the old days, huh? - Yeah.
- You make me wanna go, man. - Well, go, brother.
- Let me show you a little bit here. - All right.
- Can still go. - What you gonna do?
- I'm gonna hit this baby. - All right.
Hey, B.A.?
You need a quarterback? I hear T.J. Bryant's in town.
We don't need T.J. Bryant. Forget it.
Yeah. B.A., you and Murdock did a great job rounding up a team.
Okay, well,
except for quarterback, we got every position covered.
Didn't I hear that T.J. Bryant is in town?
- Mmm-hmm. - Oh, yeah, he opened up a new restaurant.
What's the matter, B.A.?
You're not still holding a grudge against T.J. Bryant, are you?
B.A. My man.
Where have you been?
Been a long time.
B.A., did you ever tell these guys
about the time that T.J. snuck in the coach's office
and threw away your football scholarship application, buddy?
That T.J.'s a funny guy.
Well, B.A. doesn't think so.
You see, there was only one scholarship and...
Now, B.A.'s story is that he should have got the scholarship
instead of T.J.
Then he'd have been the one with the pro career, right?
Ain't no story.
And I wouldn't have blown it away on gambling like that fool did.
Hey, B.A. B.A., wait up, man.
Hey, B.A. You haven't talked to me since you hit me.
I don't talk to people who sell out their friends.
You got a problem?
Yeah, just so you know, T.J.,
we'd have whipped your butts in Pittsburgh
whether you threw the game or not.
Well, thanks for the update.
Beats me why you want guys like that on your team.
American football.
How could you let this happen?
I had no choice, Commissar Brecht.
Our honor was at stake.
No. Your honor was at stake.
Ordinarily, I would dismiss this foolishness, except,
this man has applied for a visa
to accompany the American team as an assistant coach.
This looks like the reporter I encountered in the hotel lobby.
His entire background is an elaborate deception.
The Americans have made a serious mistake
believing this would go unnoticed.
I will cancel his visa immediately.
On the contrary,
we will allow this charade to continue.
And when we arrest him and his accomplices as spies,
the propaganda triumph will be worth a hundred football victories.
Hey, Face.
You been hogging those tunes ever since we left the country.
How about a little sharing, huh?
That's some weird lyrics, man.
It's "Learn To Speak German."
I can dig it. What group?
German rap music, right?
All right, I need a shower.
Now we've got about two hours to grab Strasser and his wife
and smuggle them back to the hotel.
Well, that gives me about two hours to keep the secret police occupied.
Yeah, well, they'll have you pegged as a spy,
but it won't take them long to find out that you're harmless, relatively.
Harmless? Well, anyway, I'm ready, Colonel.
I just wanna... I just wanna thank you
for giving me
the opportunity to inspect my shorts on this trip.
Murdock,
I admire your dedication.
And I know that I'd feel confident
in anything inspected by Number Six.
Oh, thank you. I am...
You never gonna know how much this means to me.
Davy Miller.
Player.
Michael "Hammer" Horne. Player.
Jimmy Traynor, player.
B.A. Baracus.
- I'll take that, sir. - Player.
Billy Bob Smith, owner.
That's me, son.
Know where I can get some good chili around these parts?
H.M. Murdock.
No humor.
Assistant coach.
My compliments to your tailor.
Hey, man. Put that needle down!
I ain't flying. I ain't...
B.A., it's too late. We're here already.
Billy Bob Smith.
All right, let's go, boys.
It's been a long trip and a bumpy ride.
Let's all bed down in this palace.
See if we can get some shuteye.
You accuse me of delaying my research,
yet you waste my time with this football nonsense!
You're in a precarious position, Doctor.
I should hesitate to display such contempt toward a superior.
Let us continue with your report.
Davy Miller.
Subject sustained fractured tibia in his left leg.
We should have no problem re-breaking his bone.
Excellent.
All the others seems to be in excellent condition.
There is one more player who may be of some help.
His name is T.J. Bryant.
You can see, he has a typical capitalistic weakness for money.
He can be bought.
I don't mind telling you, Hannibal, I'm not thrilled about this.
Face, this is a great plan.
You are gonna love it.
Oh, sure. Well, you don't seem to understand.
You see, B.A. and Frankie are gonna black out an entire city block.
Well, people are gonna expect a power technician to come and fix it.
- Not to mention, speak their language. - Yes.
But do you remember how quickly you struck up a conversation
with that West German ambassador last year?
Sure, I mean, I happened to know one traveling salesman joke in German.
But I don't even understand the punchline.
You can ask Strasser on the way to the border.
Murdock's gonna make his move right now.
Remember, you've only got two hours
to get Strasser and his wife back here.
Have a great time.
Sorry, pal. Only the strong and the well-sewn
are inspected by Number Six and approved.
I'll be taking leave now.
Inspection resumes at 0900.
Yes, this is inspector Number Six.
I'd like to speak to Number One.
I'm sorry about the delay on the cotton briefs.
Oh, yes, yes. The button downs were in great shape. And...
Yes. And I promise you...
I promise you that the cotton briefs will be ready in no time.
What a great guy.
Hey, man, you don't read German, do you?
B.A.,
current is current.
And the Frankman is death on current.
Watch and learn.
Hey, man. You cut the wrong wire, fool!
What do you know? They wired the cross-relays right after all.
You better hope you get it right this time, man.
If you don't, I'll relay my fist upside your head.
Just be ready with the timer.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Come in. - Herr Strasser?
Yes.
How long will it take to restore my power?
Doctor, are you all right?
Yes.
I had given up hope.
- Doctor, look, are you ready to leave? - Yes, yes.
I will be just one moment.
You are aware
that my wife, Marlena, is under house arrest?
Yes?
House arrest?
Oh, yes.
Yes. Well, as a matter of fact, our agents in the field
will have that situation contained very shortly.
Actually, Doctor,
you see, this is just our initial contact.
As a matter of fact, we have to make sure all the components
of this very carefully orchestrated operation
are set in motion before we leave.
What is another day?
- I will be here when you're ready. - Good.
Except for a brief visit at the American football exhibition.
Yes, well, then. We'll see you tomorrow.
Wait. Just one moment.
You must take this.
It is a live culture
from Project Victory.
Doctor, that isn't necessary.
It is vital that your scientists receive this
as a precaution against something going wrong with my escape.
Please.
Good.
This plan is von stinken.
Strasser's wife is still at home
and under guard.
Oh, then I'll give Brecht a reconsideration,
and tomorrow,
while we're practicing,
we'll break out Mrs. Strasser, grab Strasser,
and leave tomorrow night instead.
No...
- Face, you all right? - No, no, no. I'm not okay.
Here.
You...
- You have any idea what this is? - No.
Well, this happens to be a sample of Project Victory.
Yeah, it's what Carla said
could have catastrophic repercussions on the West.
That's what this is. What this whole mission is about.
Right here, in my very own sock drawer.
Good a place as any. Give me a cigar.
What are you, nuts?
For all we know, that stuff could ignite.
You want to evaporate the entire universe?
Johnny, I just heard Brecht moved the schedule up.
The ball game's tomorrow.
We're leaving tonight, right?
Doesn't look like it.
Well, we can't play a real game because we don't have a real team.
We don't have a choice.
If we don't play,
we blow our cover and the chance of getting the Strassers out at all.
Come on, fellas!
I thought you guys were supposed to
bang your heads against the walls or something before the game.
Yeah, I guess that makes us both wrong, huh?
You boys got something on your mind?
You ever see Mutiny on the Bounty?
We've been talking, Hannibal, and we don't think you ever planned on playing this game.
What you talking about, man? We're here, ain't we?
Come on, B.A. This ain't a team yet.
We haven't had scrimmage one.
We don't even have a line-up.
We don't even have a game plan.
We don't have nothing.
Some of these guys haven't played football since summer camp.
Makes it easier to offer a 500 grand winner's share, doesn't it?
Now, look, look we ain't out of line here.
And you guys, well, you're the A-Team.
We just wanna know what the heck's going on here.
You deserve that. You're right.
This game is just a smoke screen.
The truth is
we're here to smuggle a German scientist
and his wife out of East Berlin.
He has a formula
that is crucial to the survival of the United States.
We're working for the government.
Yeah, I mean, if the plan hadn't hit a little snag,
we wouldn't even be playing this game.
What happens to us if you guys get caught?
Well, on the remote possibility of that happening,
we've made arrangements to have you guys escorted to West Berlin.
That's right. Now, what we're asking you to do is what you came here to do.
Play a little football.
The difference is,
I'm asking you to do it for your country.
It sounds like a lot of people are counting on us playing this game.
I say we give it a shot.
- Let's do it, man! - All right.
Go!
Well, at least the fans won't get on us too badly.
Fans could have gotten our boys fired up.
The Commissar's smarter than I thought.
And may I ask what happened to the
we'll-save-the-Strassers-using the-crowd-as-cover plan?
We'll call an audible.
Mr. Bryant, I hope you haven't taken this game lightly.
The East German team is highly skilled.
Well, I think we'll do okay.
Our men are trained to inflict maximum physical punishment,
particularly on the quarterback.
You might possibly end up crippled.
You must've misread your program.
This is supposed to be a friendly exhibition game.
And it will be. As long as I win.
I'm sure we can come to a satisfactory arrangement.
You guys are gonna be my line.
All that means is when the ball is snapped,
the guy opposite you, you just knock him on his butt.
- You got it? - Right!
- Yeah! - All right.
Well, I hope you boys aren't counting
on your part of the gate for lunch money.
I trust the lack of a large crowd
won't affect your team's play, Herr Smith.
Not at all. As a matter of fact,
I think some of our moves are gonna
make you jump right out of your seat.
Hi, I'm Stu Nahan reporting live, from an empty Weimar Stadium in East Berlin.
Yes, I said empty, because, for security reasons,
this game between the East German Army team
and Billy Bob Smith's Texas Angels
will be played without the benefit of a cheering crowd.
And yet, millions behind the Iron Curtain will hear this game
along with all of you back in America
and the rest of the free world.
They're at midfield now for the toss.
- Heads. - Won by Texas.
We'll receive.
Already there's an incident!
T.J. Bryant is knocked on his rear by the East German captain.
I can see these guys are gonna be trouble.
East Germany kicking off now.
Fielded by Davy Miller to 10.
And he gets back up to the 15-yard line and he is gang-tackled.
My leg!
Davy Miller is not getting up. Boy, I just hope he's not seriously injured.
I can't believe there was no penalty called by the officials.
Now what is this, a ball game or an ambush?
Split right. Ready?
Right.
And I got to tell you, folks,
these German players are enormous.
You just can't imagine the size of these guys.
White 46, white 46.
Bryant under Stenter. Stenter finds the pass and he is dumped for a loss of five.
Second down, 15 to go.
Baracus in motion, Bryant back, and again he is sacked.
Hut!
He is sacked again!
I should've stayed at home.
You should have stayed home!
Now I know why I quit this game.
All right, huddle up. Let's go.
First play from scrimmage for the East Germans.
Schneider back to pass, going deep now, deep to Heindrich.
Wide open at the 45
and he will breeze into the end zone for six points.
I'll tell you, this semi-pro team from Texas may be
just a little over-0matched, folks.
All right, huddle up. Let's go again.
Now the extra point effort. It is up.
It is good. And it's East Germany, seven,
the Texas Angels, nothing.
Talk about holding and kicking and biting.
But these East German referees see nothing of it.
Maximum pass protection on two. Ready?
T.J. Bryant is the quarterback.
Down 7 to nothing, he'll try to get this offense moving.
White 46, white 46. Hut!
Now the snap. He pitches right to Baracus on the sweep.
They're stringing him out, he's getting nowhere.
Yet a lot of late hits.
Get out there.
Hey, man, I can't do anything out there. I'm letting the team down.
B.A., I agree with everything you're saying,
but you're the best I got, believe it or not.
Now get back in there.
Texas, so far, has not been able to gain a yard
against this massive East German defense.
Slot right, split, pass 62, dog on two. Ready?
- Let's do it. - Break!
Now it's second of ten. Bryant is the quarterback.
Single setback, Traynor. Bryant to pass.
He's got Traynor wide open in midfield.
Good pursuit by the Germans.
But Bryant just goes down on his own.
Nobody touched him.
Now something's got to be going on with T.J. Bryant this afternoon
because he just hasn't looked like himself at all.
It appears Mr. Bryant's price has been met.
Yeah.
Okay, we got a time-out.
Listen, Santana,
I think T.J.'s taking a dive to save his own butt.
Hey, hey, hey!
Look, man, I played some quarterback in high school,
if you wanna use me, I'm ready.
Don't you think the Frankman's got his finger on the pulse of this game?
Now, you, get back in there and intercept a pass or something.
Let's go, time's up.
Hi, guys, huddle, huddle. Real close.
A new defensive tactic I want to show you.
The Frankie air cannon.
East Germany's ball first and 10 of their own 15.
Schneider back to pass, he's got Heindrich open at the 30.
And the ball tails away incomplete.
Anybody for a foot-long weenie?
Now it's second and 10.
Schneider again back to pass.
Looking, looking, looking. Throwing.
Again, the ball tails off! I don't get this at all.
Hide that. Get rid of it.
Okay, okay, okay.
This was supposed to be just a friendly exhibition match, folks.
But I got to tell you, it's been a...
Sorry, T.J., time for a switch.
Well, you're the coach.
Yeah.
Why is Bryant being kept on the bench?
Probably his tummy hurts.
Okay, fellas, let's show these Krauts how to play the game, all right?
Let's go, drop back, pass, fullback circle.
B.A., show me some hands.
On one. Ready?
T.J. Bryant is benched in favor of Mike Horne.
I can't say that I'm surprised.
Bryant's been unable to get this offense moving.
Hut!
The give is to Baracus, he goes up the middle of the trap,
breaks into the secondary.
He can go all the way, only one man to beat.
Touchdown, USA.
B.A. Baracus, up the middle for six.
Boy, he looked like John Riggins in the Super Bowl.
The Americans finally get on the board.
Oh, man!
This thing wasn't even double-stitched.
I don't know how it passed inspection.
Well, I guess even the master makes mistakes.
I'm Number Six, are you Two?
Yes, this is Brecht.
Yeah, this is Shultz, at the Strasser house.
The American operative Number Six
has been found outside looking in through the window.
Yes, Commissar Brecht, we have taken him into custody.
I see.
Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have
any double-strength thread, would you?
No.
Commissar Brecht, he mentioned something called Project Victory.
Bring him here to me immediately.
Yes, Commissar Brecht.
East Germany has the ball and the lead, 14-7.
Strindberg, now a quarterback, back to pass.
And it is picked off by Mike Horne.
He may go for six, he races down the sideline.
Come on, Hammer, go, my boy!
Go, go, go!
30, 20...
Touchdown!
Texas Angels, 64-yard touchdown return.
All right!
And with the extra point we could have a tie game, folks.
A lucky play. We are still in commanding shape.
Oh, you got to be kidding.
My boys come on stronger in the second half.
My guards are presently bringing Mr. Murdock to the stadium by helicopter.
Lose this game, Mr. Smith. Your friend's life depends on it.
- Lose? Are you crazy, Hannibal? - Yeah!
Yeah, we got a real chance here! We're starting to roll now.
Yeah!
If we don't lose
and lose big, they're gonna kill Murdock.
I'm sorry, guys.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy!
Thanks!
Listen, I'm an American. I'm here to take you to your husband, all right?
You have Warner? Is he all right?
Yes, yes, he's fine.
But we don't have much time, we have to hurry, all right?
You speak English, don't you?
Yeah, I speak it.
Could I have a cigarette?
The kick is taken by Schwollen at the 10 yard line.
He gets out to the 20.
To the 30, to the 40, he can go all the way.
Breaking into the open field, he's all the way down to the 20, to the 10.
And he's going to be brought down from behind
at the Texas 1-yard line.
An inauspicious start for the Americans here in the second half.
Now it's first and goal for East Germany.
Richter in motion. Handoff to Strauss.
Touchdown!
In the end zone, through a hole big enough to drive a tank through.
Following our victory,
I'll be interested in hearing how the American operative
came to know so much about Project Victory, Herr Strasser.
Boy, you got to be fooling me. In the U.S. of A.,
that's sold in all the finer drug stores.
Yes, this is Brecht.
I want the entire perimeter of the stadium sealed off.
Search the premises and post guards at every exit.
If anyone tries to enter or leave, shoot them.
Some sort of problem?
Frau Strasser has fled her home.
Apparently, with some help.
No.
Of course, she will be found and shot.
And I doubt that she will die alone.
Hey, Frankie, I don't know how much longer I can hold back, man.
You're not the only one, B.A.
Okay, listen up, men. We got a new strategy.
I call it, "Revenge!"
First at 10, East Germany. Strindberg back to pass.
Goes over the middle. It is picked off by Dave Cloud.
Cloud upfield to the 40, he cuts through to 30, cuts back across the 10.
He may score, he's in there. Texas.
East Germany by four with just 30 seconds left in the game.
What are you doing? Are you willing to give up your friend's life
for a meaningless game?
Well, you know us crazy Americans.
Sometimes principle is everything.
Don't worry, Commissar, it's too late to catch up now.
Texas Angels set to kickoff.
They're down by three, with just 30 seconds to play.
Onside kick moves through the air.
Fielded to 40 by a line... What a hit! Fumble.
Nice play, boys.
Dave Cloud again with a big play.
After looking sluggish through most of the second half,
Texas has really come out here in the closing minute.
It is Horne at quarterback. Bolt to 45.
- 25 seconds left. - Hut!
He's hit hard after a gain of five
and Texas immediately calls time.
Man, your game plan ain't working.
Okay, okay, okay. It's time for the Frankie special.
Now listen carefully, Hammer. 'Cause this play is designed
for 70-yard game-winning touchdowns.
Boom!
Hey! Give me that.
Blue 32!
17 seconds left in this ball game.
Ball on the 35, second at 5. The hit is to Traynor on the drop.
He is racked up behind the line and time is called again.
You guys just can't follow instructions. That play was foolproof.
Well, what are we gonna do now?
I ain't got a 70-yard arm anyway.
Hey, man, let me run the play.
I'm sorry, T.J., I don't think Hannibal is gonna go for this.
If we score a touchdown, he'll go for it.
Wait, hold it, hold it! We only got 10 seconds left to play.
Ten seconds left, Texas is down by three.
T.J. Bryant coming back into the game.
With time running out, he's gonna need a miracle
to pull this one out.
This is it. It's all or nothing for the Americans.
24-21, East Germany.
Both sides of the line beginning to dig in.
These guys are exhausted
after 60 minutes of hard-hitting football.
Hey, man, you sure you're ready to play?
We wanna win this thing.
B.A., remember the playoffs against Crenshaw, last play of the game?
Yeah. Yeah, well, this time don't drop it.
Split right, maximum pass protection on two. Ready?
Red 29, ready, set.
Hut! Hut!
Baracus makes the catch, he's got it for the score!
Come on, B.A.
Time has run out, Americans win!
Final score, Texas, 27, and East Germany, 24.
I don't believe it!
Eisler, Strasser, come.
- Hey, T.J.! - What a coach!
- Bingo! - Hey, big fella!
Commissar, we voted you the game ball.
Did you think I was bluffing?
I have a sample of Project Victory.
We can make a trade. Murdock means more to me
than a chemical reaction.
You will turn over Project Victory
or I'll have you all shot as spies right here and now.
You'll never get away with it.
Hey, wait a minute, man, speak for yourself.
Oh, shut up, T.J.
You disappointed me, T.J. I thought we had an agreement.
Well, football's one thing, but I'm nobody's martyr.
I saw him put this in the equipment bag.
But I'll need a guarantee I get out of here alive.
Please be careful, it's very unstable!
Hey, man, you better stay with these guys
'cause if I ever lay my hands on your...
Quiet! I'll take that now, T.J.
How does it feel to be sold out
by one of your own countrymen?
Let me fill you in, pal.
I never sold nobody out. Not my old team,
not these guys, and especially not my country!
Let's go! Let's go!
The old quarterback sneak.
Gets them every time.
Hannibal!
Okay, everybody in the chopper!
How bad is it?
Oh, man, I've had bee stings worse than this.
I will not leave without my wife.
Let's go, Murdock!
Wait, wait!
- Hey, B.A. - What?
I'm sorry I tore up your scholarship application, man.
That's all right.
Welcome aboard, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain.
The temperature in West Berlin is a nippy 57 degrees.
Enjoy the flight.
Latham drops back, he's looking. Sees Willinghem.
All right!
- Lucky! - He's lucky? Get out of here.
I see where you gentlemen have put in for over $600,000 in operational expenses.
- Face? - Well,
it's a small price to pay for the freedom of Dr. Strasser and his wife, don't you think?
Absolutely. But out of the question
for the winner's share in a football contest.
But I'll let you explain it to our CPA.
Dr. Strasser and his wife are doing real well, they're getting reacquainted.
And they asked me to pass along their thanks to their rescuers.
Great, thanks accepted.
Face, it has happened. And it has happened sooner than I expected.
I have been promoted to the Number One's first assistant.
- One-A. - Congratulations.
Look what I have for all of you.
- Dude, I got to get the door. - Well, thanks.
- Tested. - That worn waistband I pointed out
impressed the big cheese, huh?
No.
Stars.
- Hi, General, Carla. - Hi, there.
Hi, fellas.
Hi.
Listen, you guys still up for that ski trip?
Oh!
Gee, well, I can't speak for Frankie here, but I don't think so, you know...
Leave us here. We're watching the big game here.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Gee, that's too bad. I mean, we rented a cabin and everything.
- Oh. - Huh.
Yeah, yeah.
I guess we better get going or the roads will get bad.
Yeah, they get bad.
- Bye, guys. - Oh, bye.
- Yeah, see you. - Bye.
Really, General, do you think we'd fall for that routine twice in a row?
Yeah, give us some credit, okay?
Susan and Maggie are on their own time.