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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.