All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S02E02 - Recipe for Heavy Bread (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

(male narrator) In 1972, 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.

[gun firing]

[tires screeching]

Good afternoon.

Hello.

Hi.

Welcome to
Perrino's Restaurant.

Good afternoon, sir.
May I--

May you what, sucker?

Uh, may I
park your vehicle?

Are you crazy?

Nobody drive my van
but me.

Get out of here.

He's a famous
French actor.

A little eccentric,

but with a talent
beyond compare.

He didn't sound
French.

Studied for 5 years

at the Harvard School
of Performing Arts.

(Murdock)
Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Don't touch my van,
sucker.

If you do,

I'll come back
and feed you your socks.

It's the famous
"feed you your socks" line

from the Pulitzer Prize
winning play,

Right on Ruthby
Margaret Hanley.

Shut up, fool.
Come on.

[exclaiming]

*[music playing]

Mr. Peck,

how marvelous
to see you again.

Your table is, as always,
waiting for you.

How sweet, Henri.

You run one of the best
restaurants in the city.

We try, monsieur.

Have you ever
come to our brunch?

How long we gotta
listen to this jive?

When can we get
something to eat?

Allow me to take you
to your table.

[people chattering]

(Henri)
I have ordered a bottle

of Mr. Peck's favorite wine
for your table.

Merci.

Our compliments.

Enjoy.

Henri, you
are a treasure.

Enjoy.

When's the wedding,
Face?

Head waiters
need to be stroked, Hannibal.

And B.A., will you
just button it?

It's bad enough
you look like

an extra from Fort Apache

without giving
the head waiters a bad time.

Face,
which one is he?

He ain't here, man.

He's probably in
the supply room.

At first I thought
I was wrong,

but, uh,
the more I ate here...

[inhaling]

Ah, especially
the bread.

Remember that bread
he used to make?

Just a hint
of ginseng.

Remember that?

Ah, wonderful.

Man, this bread tastes
like the bread

we had in that
Viet Cong prison camp.

The North Vietnamese
POW cuisine

is highly underrated.

The sauces
were exquisite,

the brown gravy
was simmered in wine.

[Face laughing]

Comedians

from Second City.

They're opening at
the, uh, Comedy Store

Tuesday night.

A riot.

A real, uh, riot.

Come on, guys,

try and not burn
this place for me, huh?

Face, do you
really think

the cook at the POW camp
you were at 10 years ago

is the pastry chef
in this restaurant?

(Hannibal)
It doesn't add up, Face.

How could Lin Duk Coo

get out of
a communist territory?

You know, we really
owe that little guy.

There--there was
a general in the camp, Amy.

And he would
starve the prisoners.

And guys were dying
of malnutrition.

And Lin Duk Coo

would just sneak them food.

Saved a lot
of grunts' lives

and risked his own life
doing it.

If General Chow

had caught him,

he'd have killed him.

This is Lin's bread,
all right.

There. There.

Now is that
Lin Duk Coo

or his twin brother,
or what?

(Hannibal)
I'll be a son of a gun.

Wow, man,

that sure does
look like him.

Face, why don't
you just ask him?

Well, I was a little
hesitant to say anything.

I was with, uh,

society people.

It didn't seem
appropriate to

you know, stand up

and call out to him in
an elegant restaurant.

Hey, Lin Duk Coo!

Ay-yi-yi

Hey, it's B.A. Baracus.

Hey, man!

[people murmuring]

Come on, Face.

Gangway.

Ah, thank you, Henri.

As always
your hospitality was...

Fabulous.

Everybody!

Everybody on the ground!

Okay, pal. Let's go.

Do it now,
or you're dead.

[car engine starting]

[tires screeching]

I do nothing.

Let me go.

Shut Up.

So where did those guys
come from?

When Lin came out
the back door,

they were on him
like a cat on a rat.

Are you sure
it was him?

I mean,
it's been 10 years.

Ay-yi-yi.

Did you hear him say,
"Ay-yi-yi"?

He said,
"Ay-yi-yi."

Yep, that was Lin,
all right.

Nobody says
"Ay-yi-yi"
like that.

What?

Well, when we
were in prison camp,

Murdock taught him
some Western songs.

The Chisolm Trail,you know,

"Come a
ti-yi-yi-yipee-yipee-ay."

Now, well, that was
Lin's favorite expression.

Only he
couldn't sing it right.

He used to sing:

"Come a ti-yi-yi-yi-yi."

'Cause Murdock
didn't teach him right.

That's how we know
it's him for sure.

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

All right.

We don't know
what's going on in there.

We gotta play it loose.

Amy, you take the wheel.

When we come out,
pull this thing in close.

Got it.

Ready? Let's go.

Hey, B.A.,

you take
the right flank.

I'll take point.

Face,
you take the left.

Murdock,
you're on rear guard.

On a 30 count,

give us cross fire
on a retreat.

Oh, Hannibal,

don't put this crazy man
on the crossfire.

I don't wanna get shot
by this fool.

It's just
a cover position,

in case
we get in trouble.

We never
get in trouble.

1001,

1002, 1003...

[footsteps approaching]

I guess you know
you're dead, mister.

A threat from one
without authority

is not to be feared.

Mr. Anderson says

take him out
with the load

and feed him
to the crabs.

In case
you don't comprende,

that's the authority
to waste your butt.

Are we loaded?

In a minute.

Let get outta here.

You, lets go.

All right, drop 'em
or get kissed off.

[grunting]

[gunfire continues]

Come on, Lin,
move it.

[tires screeching]

Hey, anyone else?

Ride 'em, cowboy!

[whooping]

(Hannibal)
Hey, Face,

what kind of place
is this?

(Face)
We need a hideout, Hannibal.

We might as well
use my new apartment.

And be sure you
don't mess anything up.

[sighing]

Lin, you buckaroo.

Oh, boy,

I get rescued
in the nick of time.

If you'd looked
before you ran,

you would've seen
it was us.

Yes, you are
one hard man to miss.

What's going on, Lin?

I'm in big trouble.

(Dr. Peters)
Mr. Toney?

Uh...

Is, uh,
everything all right?

Oh, oh, oh.

Fine, Dr. Peters.
Fine.

Uh, these people
are here

to install Mrs. Wright's
16th floor 'L' unit.

Wait till you see it,
little piece of heaven.

(Dr. Peters)
Outstanding.

I hope you're
still planning

on Sunday brunch.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Wouldn't miss it.

Nice to see you,
Mrs. Peters.

Mr. Toney?
You gotta be kidding.

Sounds like some
hairdresser to me.

Mr. Toney.
Isn't that the name

of a famous
LA decorator?

Uh, look, can, uh,

we get out
of the garage, please?

Let's just go to
my penthouse suite. All right.

Of course.

Mrs. Kline,
Mr. Kline.

How many times
have I told you,

when you deliver
a crushed velvet sofa

you must wear
white gloves.

You left your fingerprints
all over it.

Now, let Mr. and Mrs. Kline
out, please.

Faceman does not change.
Still scams like crazy.

You jiving
these folks

you a decorator,
man?

A decorator, Face?

That's great.
I love it.

Yeah, a riot,
isn't it?

I supply the hideout

and you supply
the raspberries.

Oh.

Mmm.

[exclaiming]

Hey.

This model
penthouse apartment

was designed by...

Man, how did you
scam a place like this?

I live in a sleazy hotel
and you live in a palace.

Look, uh, can we put

the apartment
behind us, huh?

I think we should
try to find out

why they're trying
to kill Lin.

[gonging]

I love it, Face.

You got a lot of style.

This lamp ought to
be a little higher.

Here you are,
living in Mr. Toney's

plush pile playpen,

bumming brunches
with Dr. and Mrs. Peters,

and wearing Mr. Toney's
silk jammies.

I'm proud of you.

[scoffing]

And as leader of the A-Team,

I'm gonna
commandeer this joint

for my temporary headquarters.

(B.A.)
Hey, Face.

We like your place.

Great.

Just great.

Try and help out,

and you get used
and abused.

Faceman is still
one sharp cookie.

[snickering]

[B.A. snickering]

(Lin)
I come to America.

General Chow
arranged it for me.

He say to me,

"Contact Mr. Anderson

"at Angel Bakery Company.

Give him a letter."

Which is what I do.

Mr. Anderson
turned out to be

Lt. Angel from POW camp.

That creep
from 'C' barracks?

I mean, that slime
needy lieutenant

who burned everybody?

Mr. Snitch?

So that sadistic general

you guys were
telling me about

sent Lin to the U.S.?

Yeah, he's got the power

to arrange about anything.

He wanted Lin
to take a message

to the worst dirtball
we had in that POW camp,

a Navy lieutenant

who collaborated
with the enemy.

His name was Thomas Angel

and then he changed it to
Thomas Anderson.

And he's the one
who owns that bakery.

That's all I know.

Got no more information.

After I deliver message,

I hear them say
they're gonna kill me.

I run, get job as cook.

I guess today they find me,
and try to kill me.

They gotta get past me first.

What's going on?

I have been informed
of last night's mistake.

General Chow,
this is not Vietnam.

You aren't the camp commander
any more,

and I am not your POW.

Furthermore,
you'd be advised to remember

that we've become partners.

You have let
Lin Duk Coo slip away.

You have robbed me
of my revenge.

Well, in case you've
forgotten something,

we're in
the narcotics business,

and not
the revenge business.

You've got the
distribution pipeline
setup from China

and I've got
the best distribution outlet

there could possibly be.

I don't see that revenge

has anything
to do with it.

You are
not of my culture.

Perhaps you should
ask your father

about the laws of silence,

the omerta

of the
American underworld.

Perhaps he can explain
revenge to you.

When they took him,

they also robbed
my bakery truck.

And in the back
of that truck was installed

the first shipment
of your China white.

Then you have much to do.

And I would suggest

you not waste time
standing here.

A new distribution network
can be set up.

Now, Lin Duk Coo,

he helped
American prisoners

to escape from
my concentration camp.

This cook who
defied me must die.

You will accomplish this

or I will fill his grave
with your body,

Lt. Angel.

[helicopter whirring]

Let's get out of here.

(Murdock)
* Come a ti-yi-yi-yipee-
yipee-ay *

Do you have
anything else at all?

* Ti-yi-yi-yipee-yipee-ay *

Well, uh, hobbies.

Memberships,
anything like that?

Oh.

Yeah.

Great.

Got it.

You're a doll.

Thanks.

* Come a ti-yi-yi-yipee-
yipee-ay *

* Come a ti-yi-yi-yipee-
yipee-ay *

Shut up, Murdock.
Shut up.

Don't wanna hear
this fool singin'.

(Murdock)
* Yipee-yipee-ay *

Uh, Murdock.

All right, what do we know
about our old war buddy,
Lt. Thomas Angel?

I think you're
gonna like this.

His father is
Big Tom Angel,

the well-known
underworld figure

who's semi-retired
in Arizona right now.

Now, Little Tom
changed his name

to Anderson
about 5 years ago.

He's been running

the family's dope operation
out of here.

Nobody seems
to be able to hang

anything on him.

Golf, huh?

(Amy)
Apparently he's
a real nut about golf.

It's one of his few vices.

He plays out at Hillfair
every afternoon

with two of his Gorillas.

No kidding.

Hannibal,
I don't like it

when you get that look.

The Colonel will love it
when plan come together.

You bet he does.

[birds chirping]

What do you think
of his game, Joe?

He ain't hitting bad.

Nice shot, sir.

Thank you.

(Anderson)
Hey, come on, you guys.

Putt, will you?
We're waiting out here.

Hey, Don, go down there

and get those guys moving,
will you?

Hey, I said, come on,
we're waiting. Let's go.

I tell you, Face,

my ball can talk.

It can.

(Don)
Come on, guys, hit the ball.

Come on,
we're waiting up here.

Say something nice
to Faceman.

[gibbering]

Lots of them can talk,
Murdock,

but can it sing?

I haven't taught him
any songs yet.

Hey.

You guys wanna
get off the green?

(Don)
Mr. Anderson party's
tired of waiting.

Oh, company's coming,
and you with nothing to wear.

Real funny, guys.

Oh, yeah, well,

if you don't like
our jokes,

uh, let's try
some business.

Just stand nice
and still

and say nothing.

Hey, Don,
will you come on

and get those guys
to putt?

Come on, move it!

Okay, Joey.

Drop that belly gun
on the ground.

[exclaims]

What do you say, Lieutenant?

(Hannibal)
Still selling other
people's stuff like in Nam?

Colonel?
Col. Smith.

We're ready.

(Hannibal)
Put your nose
in the ground, Joey.

Hands behind your head.

Amy, grab that gun.
Get back inside.

Okay, kid,

climb in. We're gonna
have a POW-wow.

You don't know

what you're
messing with, Smith.

Oh, yes, I do.

I'm just impetuous.

I'm also nuts
and trigger-happy.

So get in the van

before I foam at the mouth
and start blasting.

You'll be okay, pop.

You think
that we like being

socked around
this course?

We don't. We don't.

This is a warning

from the Golf Ball
Liberation Front.

Leave my people be.

Let's go!

It's all clear.

Go ahead, Face.
Post your guard.

All right,
very clever, Colonel.

You were always neat

with sort of
unique kind of plans.

Lets just say
I'm real impressed.

Let's say
you're in trouble.

Wait a minute.

You guys are
the ones in trouble.

By now you've surely
found out

who my father is?

Yeah.

A big dope dealer.

And General Chow
is a big dope supplier

who is looking for a way
to get his junk into the U.S.

And then
10 years ago,

in Nam, along comes

Mr. Angel's
little boy, Tommy,

ends up in
the General's POW camp.

The perfect solution

for General Chow's
U.S. distribution

and his daddy's
wholesale business.

So, you sold out,
didn't you, kid?

The rest of the prisoners
were eating

cockroaches and grass

while you're in
the General's headquarters

eating smoked almonds
and having your nails buffed.

That was over 10 years ago,
like you said.

Not even you'd hold
a grudge that long.

Maybe he can't,
but I can.

A lot of men died and you had
the power to help them.

But you didn't.

So, we can square it
for them right here.

We drop you in a hole
and all debts are paid.

[groaning]

Hey, wait a minute,
you guys.

Wait a minute.

You guy are better
businessmen than that.

Come on, I know who you are.
I've read the newspapers.

You're hot
and you need money.

So, what do you say,
Colonel,

if we just let
Saigon be bygones, uh,

and make a deal?

I'm not for sale,
Lieutenant.

Oh, sure you are.
Everyone's for sale.

You really believe that,
don't you?

Now, wait a minute.
You've got my bread truck,

and you've got Lin Duk, too.

I need them both.

So why don't we
just make a deal?

You turn him over to me

and I'll pay you
$1 million cash money.

It's not enough.

You'll have to come up

with something
more substantial.

What do you got in mind?

General Chow.

Wait a minute.
I can't do that.

He's not even
in this country.

Lin says he is.

There're lots of ways
of getting dope out of China.

General Chow
is just one of them.

You're a smart kid.

You can come up
with another supplier.

Now, I can't
buff your nails,

but I can keep you alive.

Uh, I--I can't stay alive
standing in this hole.

Give me time.

I'll have to talk to
my father about this.

Give me a telephone number.

You got 4 hours.

Hey, wait a minute.

You guys gonna
leave me standing here?

What happens if
I double-cross you, sir?

Hey, kid,
you're not that swift.

I did some pretty
squirrelly things in Nam,

and lived
to tell about it.

You're like bread
on a windowsill.

Mine,
when I want you.

The only thing
saving you

is I want
General Chow more.

Face, Amy,
come on the run.

(Murdock)
Golf balls
all over the world

are ready for a new leader.

(B.A.)
Shut up, fool! Shut up

I can't pull
this muffler off

with you jibber jabbering
in my ear.

Sure. Sure. Sure.

You--you--you live in
a nice hotel room.

How'd you like
to be stuffed

in the side pocket
of a golf bag?

A hairy hand
pulls you out

and stands you
on your tippey toes

on top of some wooden tee

and you,
not even fully awake yet.

And then--

And then,
they pull out the club.

A club, B.A.

And they stand
over you.

You close
your little eyes

while they winding up, B.A.

and then they
swing that club

with all their might,

hitting you
in your little face,

driving you
off the tee, man.

Driving you off the tee!

It's a golf ball, sucker.
Nothing but a golf ball.

You're driving me crazy.

Nothing changes.

You guys
find anything?

Take this fool back
with you, Colonel.

Can't stand this golf ball
liberation stuff.

There's got to be
something valuable
in this truck.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, B.A.,

you're strewing stuff
all over the floor here.

I mean, we--we have

a maintenance policy
in this building.

No messing
the common areas.

This garage happens to be
a common area.

Look, Face.

If I wanna mess up
around here, I'll mess up.

Hannibal, you really think
you're gonna find

something in the truck?

Little Tommy

offered us $1 million
for this truck and Lin.

Now, my guess is

there's some China white
stashed in here.

[tires screeching]

[car honking]

(Stella)
Mr. Toney,

what on earth
is going on here?

I--I was planning, uh...

I was planning
a little merci soiree

for the people
in the building.

Coffee and cake
in the model.

And, uh, this fellow's
bakery truck broke down.

Well, that's very sweet,
but this is a common area.

I know. I know.
I know. I...

I feel just awful.

You better
get it cleaned up

before Mr. Yerkovitch
sees it.

I will.

Uh, say, listen,
are you, uh,

busy Tuesday night?

Ciao,darling.

Ciao.

[tires screeching]

This is the best deal

I ever promoted,
and you...

[Hannibal hammering]

Hannibal,
do you mind?

You guys are gonna
get me thrown out.

How did you work this,
Face?

I mean,
you never did tell us.

Well,

Mr. Toney's in Europe
for 3 months,

so he's never around.

I, uh,

dropped by one day
to see a model and, uh,

I just sort of
never left.

Pretty soon, everyone
was calling me Mr. Toney

and it's just a case
of mistaken identity.

Well, that was fun.

I never cut up 40 loaves
of bread before.

Hey.

Hey, that's either
well under done,

or we found the stash.

I knew there was some junk
in here somewhere.

Heroin.

I say, Mr. Toney.

Yes, Dr. Peters,
isn't it awful?

(Dr. Peters)
But this is
a common area, old boy.

I'm really
truly devastated

by what's happened here.

(Hannibal)
See you later, Face.

Really, really,
truly devastated.

Hello.

(Hannibal on phone)
Not bad, kid.

Inside the bread.
That's real clever.

Good way to ship it
around the country.

I wondered what
you were doing sellin' bread.

I figured you'd find
out in time, old buddy.

There must be
$10 million here.

Depending on how much
you cut it.

Now, here's the deal, kid.

You tell General Chow
to meet us

at Indian Dunes tonight
at 11:00.

Have you got any plans

on how I'm supposed
to deliver him, huh?

Yeah. You tell him
we have Lin Duk Coo

and we'll trade you

Lin and the dope
for General Chow.

Now, I'm not sure that
I can deliver that.

Sure you can, Tommy.

We're not talking
breadsticks here.

We're talking $10 million
of heroin,

your entire distribution
set up

and who knows,
maybe 20 years

in the federal slammer.

[dial tone buzzing]

You think
that's gonna work,

just holding on
like that?

Depends whether or not
it's connected
to a switchboard.

(woman)
If you're through
with this call,

please hang up.

Uh, this is the telephone
company operator.

Time and charges
on that last call:

$15.65
for 16 message units.

(woman)
This is the switchboard
at Century Towers West.

Re-contact your party for
those charges, please.

We're gonna pay
Col. Smith

a surprise visit.

Hannibal and the guys said
you saved their lives
in Vietnam.

That you
risked your life

to feed
the American soldiers.

I'm not political.

Born in North Vietnam,
forced to join army.

But I make bread,
cook like angel.

So, General Chow
makes me personal chef.

When he took over
prison camp,

I go, I cook.

You're really something,
you know that?

If you are
a friend of A-Team,

if they make you a member,

then you really
are something, I think.

And now for secret ingredient.

[hammer pounding]

[hammering continues]

B.A., you're--

You're destroying
the elevator.

Another common area
bites the dust.

What are you doing?

Look, man, Hannibal said

he wants the truck
to be armor-plated.

This is the only stuff

I could find
that would work.

Hello.

I'm, uh, redoing the interiors
of the elevators,

getting all this
atrocious macho
chic steel out of here.

Gonna put up
flocked wall paper.

Lovely.
It's really lovely.

We'll--we'll be finished

in a day or so,
Mrs. Steiner.

So sorry for
the inconvenience.

Can you please, if you will,
use the next car?

Thank you. Thanks.

[sighing]

It's always easier
to look the other way,

isn't it, Hannibal?

Injustice
is always rewarded

with indifference.

Yeah, I guess so.

Uh, Murdock,
when you seal these,

be sure you get
all the air out first.

Hmm.

Like, I mean,

take the injustice
of the golf ball washer.

There it sits
right next to
the tee-off area,

and all those
naked little balls

are put into that
torture chamber

and they are slammed up
and down,

the brush bristles

clawing into those little
bodies, they...

The Golf Ball
Liberation Army, huh?

We're organized,

but undercapitalized.

Have you ever
thought of a telethon?

Well, no.

You get Arnold Palmer
as the host.

You get Slamming
Sammy Sneed

to tote up the board
and lament all those balls

he's knocked
the covers off.

That is a wonderful idea,
Colonel.

Here you go, kid.

10 packs
of Sweet 'N Low.

Do you really think
this is gonna work?

I mean the guy
is really no dummy.

(Hannibal)
Only has to
work for a minute.

It's just a diversion.

* Come along boys *

* Let me tell you a tale *

* Let me tell you a tale
of the old Chisolm Trail *

* Come a ti-yi-yipee-
ay-ay-ay *

* Come a ti-ay-ay-ay-ay *

I think you got it.

By Jove,
I think he's got it.

Sort of.

Not really.

Sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, B.A.,
don't sit down.

You'll get grease
all over the sofa.

I don't live here,
you know.

I'm just a guest.

You ain't even
a guest here.

Mr. Toney's
come back,

he gonna hit you
with a lawsuit.

Not if he can't
find me, he won't.

So we meet at 11:00 tonight.

Lin has to be there
for the exchange right?

Yeah, I'll be with Lin
all the time.

Now, we got about
4 hours.

I want this unit rested.

So everybody
flake out for a while.

I'll, uh,
take the bedroom.

Well, don't forget
your jammies.

[sighing]

[helicopter whirring]

What's that?

(Hannibal)
Everybody hit the deck!

Kill him!

I want Lin Duk Coo dead!

Okay!

Sounds like they're
landing it on the roof.

Murdock, that's
your assignment.

Right, Colonel.

Take Lin and Amy
with you.

Face, B.A.,

we got to
get to that truck.

Let's go.

Is somebody shooting
from a helicopter?

Everybody get in
your apartments.

Lock the doors
and stay low.

Mr. Toney,
what's going on?

[people chattering]

Ah, hi, guys.

You're early,
aren't you?

You weren't supposed to
meet us till 11:00.

Let's go.
In the elevator.

We got 3 of them.

Set her down
and mop up.

(Solly on radio)
Got it.

Stay up here, General.

We got 3 of them.
I'll be right back.

I want Lin!

You got it.

Who are you?

[shouting]

Over here, sweetie!

[groaning]

All right,

let's go get that chopper
up on the roof.

(Hannibal)
Uh...

We changed the keys.

Open this thing up

or I'll waste you
right here, old buddy!

Who the hell do you think
you're kidding?

Wait a minute now.

You didn't look
at the sourdough.

The van
is armor-plated!

You'll never penetrate it!

Let's get out of here.
Come on.

Go back.

[groaning]

Lets go!

Ay-yi-yi.

The Golf Ball
Liberation Forces

are on the way.

Murdock's got him!

[gun firing]

They're coming back
toward us.

Shoot for their tires.

End of the line,
Lieutenant.

[sighing]

All right.

Now, the dope
is in the van.

See if you can find it

before the cops
get here.

We'll close our eyes
and count to 100.

My father will have
you killed for this.

You tell your daddy,
if he makes me mad enough

I'll come down to Phoenix
and wash him out.

(Hannibal)
Tell him to keep
his head down.

I could be the postman,

the guy
who cleans his pool,

or maybe
even his golf caddy.

Mr. Toney.

W-W-What's going on?

Who are these people?

Dr. Peters,

you'll find 2 men
up on the roof.

One of them is a Vietnamese
war criminal named Chow.

There's another guy
tied up in the model.

Apologize to Mr. Yerkovitch

for the damage
to the building.

I'll try to make it good.

Oh, by the way,

the walls to the elevators
are in that bakery truck.

Well, I guess
Sunday brunch is off.

Give my love to everybody.

[car engine starting]

Ciao.

[car horns blaring]

I'll bring Lin down
to the paper

in just a little bit.

Right.

Thanks.

Well, you know,

that's what being
a reporter is all about.

Hitting up the big ones.

Thanks.

Bye.

Well, I'm glad

something turned out
good for somebody.

Hey, man, get your feet
off my table.

The scuffmarks
gonna mess up my finish.

How can you tell?

Everything's fixed for Lin?

Mmm-hmm.
They are coming down

from the U.S. Embassy
to meet us at the paper.

They've arranged
for diplomatic immunity
for him

and he's gonna be
able to stay in the U.S.

Great.

Could I...

Amy, could I talk
to you for a second?

Sure.

You know, Amy, um,

you're gonna be
a really big reporter,

with a Vietnamese war criminal

and an underworld
kingpin's son

busted for
trafficking in heroin.

I thought maybe you could,
like, uh,

do a story on what's happenin'
to golf balls

because we need
some heat,

we need something

to focus
the world's attention
on our plight.

And the Golf Ball
Liberation Army

is a nonviolent group.

Okay.

Maybe like a
human interest story

chronicling life
in a cellophane package.

A series, maybe.

Would you?
Would you? Would you?

Sure, anything
to support a good cause.

Thanks.

Good news for me?

That's right.

You're gonna get to
stay in this country.

Amy's paper
arranged it.

You're gonna get
a chance to be

a United States citizen.

I made fortune cookies,
an old recipe.

A-Team
is my best friend, I think.

You saved my life.

No, you saved ours.

(Amy)
Lin, we got to get going
down to the paper.

I'll call you guys.

What's it say?

Well, it says,

"I love it when
a plan comes together."

Oh.