The Package

You're makin' a big mistake!

This is Ike Pappas speaking

from the Schloss Treptow...

in the American zone of this

still-divided city of West Berlin...

the scene of what will surely be

one of the monumental moments...

in the history of mankind.

American and Soviet negotiators are said

to be quite close now to an agreement...

pulling the world back from the brink

of nuclear annihilation...

and ending the long Cold War.

But a major problem remains.

Several top Soviet and US

military leaders...

refuse to end their bitter

opposition to the treaty...

warning that it would mean

the removal of the nuclear shield...

leaving both sides

vulnerable to attack.

Nevertheless, the treaty

is expected to be finalized today.

What is this, a Zil?

- Come on, Johnny!

- Let's go, Gallagher!

- Sergeant, what do you know?

- Hey, Top.

- Hi, John.

- How you doin'?

- Troops, troops, troops.

- Hey, Top!

- We gonna knock off?

- What the f*** is that, Michaels?

It's a candy bar, Top.

You get hungry,

you eat some weeds, some tree bark.

Some deer sh*t.

Knock it off.

- What kind of outfit you think this is?

- It's a good one, Top.

We're supposed to be tough, Michaels.

Ain't Top taught you that?

Was that a Baby Ruth?

All right, knock it off.

Get rid of that sh*t.

- All right, Sarge.

- Cheese dick.

What do you got

in your pocket, huh?

- How you doin', Gallagher?

- Good, sir.

You go half a klick from the chateau

down to the road, then you double back.

- Who's on the other side of the lake?

- Red team.

Remember, we're watchdogs.

This is the Berlin Police's

ball game.

Anything goes down,

you secure and hold for them.

Morning, sir.

- Look, do you realize...

- Did you give me an affirmative on this?

Goddamn it, Bob,

we've exhausted the option.

Tom, this is insane.

- Listen, we have total support...

- I'm out of it, Tom.

Talk to me, Bob.

- Let's move out.

- You gonna move, Michaels?

I'm cleanin' up your sh*t

right now, dickwad.

Look at that guy.

Walkin' around in the cold when he could

be inside with a cup of hot coffee.

- He looks pissed off.

- 'Cause he's freezing his cojones off.

That's a general, guys.

Generals do a lot of thinking.

That's why every time

I'm asked to be one I always say no.

Hello, Mr. Secretary.

How are you?

- Thank you.

- Good morning.

Lieutenant.

- I will not sanction this.

- You don't have to do anything.

In fact, I want your word

that you won't do anything.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Senator...

but I believe we can get

immediate senate approval.

- I hope so.

- We have the votes.

And we'll coordinate

with the networks.

- No need.

- Hello, General.

We have our own relationship

with the networks.

Yuri, the key word is doverie:

trust.

- I seen a black German girl yesterday.

- A what?

- A black German girl.

- Yeah, right.

I did, man. She offered

to buy Kitner a drink.

- Called me a schwarze, man.

- Hold it down.

Captain.

Moving through the woods.

- How many?

- Two.

- Who's closest?

- Tiger Papa, sir.

Get 'em.

Get me the chateau.

What better way to conclude in this

holiday season, this season of peace...

than to wish you merry Rozhdestvo.

- Friendship and peace.

- Thank you.

- Tiger Papa Three, sir.

- Got it.

Papa One, we got unauthorized people

about 60 yards from you.

Chateau reports

the meeting's over, sir.

Jesus Christ.

Button 'em up.

Keep those people inside until we find

out what the heck we got going here.

CP wants to know

what we got here.

They're holding the conference up.

All right, all right.

Tiger Papa here.

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