04x04 - Lease with an Option to Die

[bunniefuu]

This is a changing neighborhood.

Nobody put their hands on my
mother and live to tell about it.

Just sit back and enjoy
the pleasures of air travel.

Well, if you weren't
such a wimp about flying...

Why don't you two slimeballs
bug off.

- Says who?
- Says me!

Throw him out, Murdock.

- Who are you?
- Mrs. Murdock.

I don't want any of them
to get out of this alive.

In 1972,
a cr*ck commando unit...

was sent to prison
by a m*llitary 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.

Hello again, everybody.

With Hall of Famer
Lou Boudreau...

Dwayne Statz and Vince Lloyd...

this is Harry Carey
at Wrigley Field.

The Cubs are leading 5-2.

Here's Sandberg.

And a home run and a double.

Nice and tall,
rangy left-hander.

Now the pitch.

There's a drive, way back...

it might be, it could be...

It is!

Holy cow!

What a show
Sandberg is putting on!

Boy, that's great hitting.

Great clinic put on here today.

Foxy mama coming.

Hey, girl, you gonna invite
me up to your place?

Please let me pass.

What's your hurry, cutie? We're
just getting to know one another.

Hmm?

Don't.

Where you going?

You boys just
get right out of here.

You wanna party, too, Mama?
The more the merrier.

I told you last week,
I'm gonna call the police...

if you don't stop
hanging around on this stoop.

Uh-uh-uh-uh!

- We live here now.
- We're your new neighbors.

Yeah, we moved into 310.

The police ain't gonna come...

and throw us out of our own
apartment building, would they?

Huh? Huh?

I'm gonna get the super.

You don't need no more keys,
someone broke the lock.

I don't know just what's
going on around here...

but I'm warning you,
you better behave.

Or what?

Where's Mr. Sullivan?

He made a career move. I'm the new super.
Who are you?

Karen Messing, 305.

Would you please come outside?

There's something
I think you should see.

You better learn to respect
those who live around you.

This is a changing neighborhood.

I'll change your face.

Are you all right?

You boys have buried
yourselves deep.

Thanks for the help.

It may no longer be desirable
to live in this building.

...the second time this year
Sandberg's--

Game called
on account of darkness.

I'm gonna call my son.

And he's gonna take care
of each and every one of you.

We're shaking in our boots,
lady.

Who is this guy, King Kong?

No, no, no. No way. I swear I
didn't give this number to my date.

Denise Hall was the only
time that happened, right?

If you'd have seen her, you'd
agree she was a true emergency.

Lou's Delivery.
Yeah, what do you want?

It's long distance.
It's for Mr. B.A. Baracus...

the head of the A-Team.

They broke my mother's arm.

Nobody put their hands on my
mother and live to tell about it.

We're going to Chicago
right now, Hannibal. B.A.?

Now take it easy. We're behind
you on this thing 100%.

Sure, B.A., whatever you say.
Remember, you're our leader.

Look, man, I know I exaggerate
sometime, but you do it all the time.

Actually, I always felt
you had leadership potential.

Hey, man, we gotta find the fastest
way possible to get to my mother.

That's gonna mean flying,
big guy.

That's right, flying.

- You sure that's what you wanna do?
- Yeah.

This time, no commercial
flights, they're always late.

We can't be late.

Faceman,
I want you to scam a plane.

Better yet, make that a jet.

2,000 miles in a private jet?

I mean, fuel's $1 85 a gallon.
That's expensive, B.A.

Maybe we should consider
driving to Chicago.

I wanna fly!

He wants to fly.

Look, big guy, now that you
got the acrophobia licked...

just sit back and enjoy
the pleasures of air travel.

You know, Hannibal, ain't
nothing to this flying.

Just think, I've been a
fool for all these years.

You're doing fine, B.A.

This is your Captain speaking.
We're number two for takeoff.

I will be turning off
the No Smoking sign...

as soon as we reach our assigned
altitude of 30,000 feet.

Until we do, I ask you
to remain in your seat...

and keep your seat belt fastened in case
we run into any unexpected turbulence.

We're just waiting
for our final clearance here.

- Mama's waiting, fool!
- And there it is.

Are you okay, B.A.?

Maybe he needs
a little air, Face.

Right.

Now, that's the kind of service
you don't get on coach.

- Mama, mama.
- Come on in.

Oh baby, I'm so glad to see you.

- Oh, and this must be Hannibal.
- Mrs. Baracus.

- And Face.
- How do you do?

He doesn't look
like a crazy man.

Wait till you get to know me.

- Well, welcome to Chicago.
- Give us a little smile, ma'am.

Cut it out, fool.

No, that's all right, Murdock.

I have so few pictures
of Scooter and me.

- Scooter?
- Scooter?

- Scooter?
- Well, yeah, you see...

when B.A.
was about knee-high...

his father gave him
a little toy truck.

And he used to scoot this thing
around the living room...

and wear my carpet down
all day long.

Then he'd take that thing
to bed with him at night.

Oh, Ma, nobody call me
Scooter any more.

Well, you'll always
be Scooter to me.

I don't care how much
jewelry you wear.

A boy shouldn't wear more
jewelry than his mother...

don't you agree?

Ah, well, I think Scooter
has a certain style...

that allows for an excessive
amount of jewelry.

Well, I never will
get used to it.

Oh, excuse me, honey.
This is my friend, Karen.

- She's my upstairs neighbor.
- How do you do?

- Hi.
- How do you do?

Now, I want you all
to come on in...

and dig in and enjoy yourselves.
Come on in here now.

Oh, Mama, you don't have to go
spending those money on us.

Now, don't you go
telling me what to do.

You may be the head
of this A-Team...

but you're not the head of this
house, until I'm in my grave.

And besides, Scooter, it's deli,
your absolute favorite.

Now, you tell your troops to chow down
or dig in or whatever it is you say.

Permission, sir?
Proceed.

Oh, yeah, Mama, has that Army dude
been coming around looking for me?

Especially at Christmas time.

I'm sorry, Mama, I haven't
been around on the holidays.

Well, if you weren't
such a wimp about flying...

we could see each other
more often.

I'd love to fly him anywhere,
Mrs. B.

Ain't that nice? I can see how
come you and Scooter so close.

But anyway, it shouldn't take something
like this to get us together.

You're right, Mama.
I'm sorry.

Well, that's all right, son.
You're here now.

We got one heck of a problem.

Karen here, she's an attorney...

that's why I wanted
you all to meet her.

As far as I've researched...

we have very little
recourse here.

They just seem intent
on emptying these units.

You and your husband
live in the building?

I'm single. I have a two-bedroom
on the third floor.

Ah, I'd love to see it sometime.

Scooter, honey,
you gotta do something.

What's the plan, B.A.?

Yeah, we need a plan.

Let me think.

You know, you were saying on the plane
we could take over your mother's lease.

Now, that might be
just the thing.

That's right, Mama, we're
gonna take over your lease.

And where am I supposed to stay?

B.A. thought you might move in
with a friend temporarily.

Yeah, that's other part
of my plan.

Yes, I would love
to have you, Mrs. Baracus.

Well, I appreciate that, Karen.

Good.
The plan is working already.

Karen, do you have a tenants'
association in this building?

No.
No tenants' association?

No wonder
this has been going on.

Maybe we should form one.
What do you think, B.A.?

Good idea, Hannibal.

We need one of those.

That's the first step.

Boy, B.A., you've got us
on the jazz now.

Oh, he loves it when
a plan comes together.

What's a committee
gonna do for us?

I got junkies living
right next door to me.

I'd rather have the guy
back with the stereo.

According
to the building chapter...

we have the right to form
a tenants' committee...

to voice complaints to both
the landlords and the city.

Complain. Right.

Half the building's
not here because...

Rico and the other guys
found out about the meeting.

You know what they said they'd
do to us if we even showed up?

I wish we had the strength to
put these guys in their place.

We can do that for you.

But who are you?

We're just a group
of concerned citizens.

We're dealing
with criminals here.

What we need is a police force.

We can be your police force.

These guys wanna get rough,
we can get rough.

I sure would like to see that...

but I've got a wife
and kid to think about.

You wouldn't
have to be involved.

All you folks would have to do is
just keep your doors locked...

for the next few days
and we'll take care of Rico.

I sure would like to see these guys
get their heads handed to them.

You would, huh?

Look at this.

We missed the start
of the meeting.

This is a closed meeting.

Why don't you two
slimeballs bug off.

- Says who?
- Says me!

Now, you two find
somewhere else to live.

And don't stop to tell
Alvarez what happened.

We're out of your lives.

A wise decision.
Throw him out, Murdock.

Now, the tenants' meeting
is reconvened.

Where's Rico and Little Tommy?

I don't know. I haven't
seen them since last night.

They were supposed to break up
that meeting last night.

Excuse me, I'm coming through.

I need some space here.

The Sleeper followed
by Walking the Dog.

No applause, please.

Hey, geeko,
go yo-yo somewhere else.

I can't.

My mommy told me not to stray
too far from the building.

She might want to send me
to the store or something.

I never see you around
here before.

We just moved into
Mrs. Baracus' apartment.

We sublet around the world.

Hey, you can't do that,
you can't sublet!

Why can't we?

Because I'm the super,
that's why.

Mr. Alvarez,
I'm pleased to meet you.

My mom is the new head of the
Tenants' Association Committee...

and she gave me this little list of things
that need to be fixed around the building.

You ain't listening, kid.
I said you can't live here!

They told us we could.

You see, we have to live here.

You see, we were living
out in Evanston...

which made me inadmissible
for the City Championships...

which were to be held in
the beautiful Aragon Ballroom.

Oh, my goodness!

You had a complaint
about the lock?

This is the head
of the Tenants' Committee?

You got a problem with the heat?

My handyman will make
all the necessary repairs.

What's he going to do?

Oh!

Now you'll get a nice
little cross breeze.

- He's so clumsy.
- Please, stop.

We haven't done anything to you.

I'm gonna have to ask
you fellows to leave.

You know, I've always wondered if the
light was on when the door was closed.

Let's find out.

The answer to an age-old
question.

Oh!

You forgot to break this.

Very funny, yo-yo man.

Please, not his yo-yo hand.

I think it's time we had a little talk
with the head of the Tenants' Committee.

You see, lady, you cannot
sublet this apartment.

And you certainly cannot come into this
building and tell us how to run it.

Now, we know you may have some
inconvenience in your moving...

so we're willing to pay you...

$25 for your expenses.

And you have 24 hours
to pack your bags.

Oh, H.M., H.M.

Don't worry, Mom, we'll find
us another place to live.

You know, B.A., I think
we're moving up in the world.

Just give me five minutes.

- Trouble?
- Piece of cake.

I didn't tell
you could sit down.

Yes, sir, Mr. Plout.

Here's your $250.

How soon can you
clear the joint?

After tonight, they'll all
march in a straight line.

Good.

Couple of days, I got a
place for you on Addison.

Yeah?

Maybe, after we move down
on the place in Addison...

I charge three--

Maybe, after you move
into that place on Addison...

I break every bone in your body.

I can get anybody to drink beer
and get sick on people's shoes.

Always a pleasure.

Harrington Management.

Now what would a slob
like Alvarez be doing...

reporting to a high-priced
management company?

And not using
the phone to do it.

You know, I have gone through
all these rental records...

and there is no mention of a management
company to run this building.

So, that's it. I knew
something big was going on.

Come on, Scooter, let's go down
and turn them guys upside down...

and see what falls
out of their pockets.

Take it easy, Mama. Now where did
you learn to talk like that from?

Don't you "take it easy" me.

Where do you think you got your fighting
stock from to become the head of the A-Team?

Mrs. Baracus...

I think we should let the head of
the Tenants' Committee handle this.

I tried to stop them,
Mr. Plout.

Who the hell are you?

No, that's all right,
you don't have to stand up.

I am Mrs. Murdock.

I'm chairwoman
of the Tenants' Committee...

for 700 Foster Avenue.
- Yeah?

Well, turn that dune buggy
around and roll on out of here.

Not until I read my list
of complaints, young man.

Show him, H.M.

Here's one for you...

and there's one for us.
- Yes.

H.M. typed two copies.
He's such a clever boy.

Did you know...

he won the Regional
Hula-Hoop Championship...

when he was only
eight years old?

But my real ambition
is the yo-yo.

Shut up, kid.

Look, lady,
somebody's obviously mistaken.

I don't have anything
to do with 700, Foster.

But Mr. Alvarez pointed us
in this direction.

Mr. Alvarez did?

Well, your Mr. Alvarez must've
had a few too many beers.

Ah, you know him,
because that's all he does...

all day long.

Rock the cat in the cradle.

You see?

Now...

apartment 312
needs a new refrigerator...

and the wiring
on the fourth floor...

is, you'll pardon
the expression, exposed.

The fire escape on the
east side is rusted...

and it won't...

Well, it won't go down
properly at all.

And we were promised...

skylights in the lobby.

Hey! Enough!

Now you and the space cadet hit the streets
before I throw you out the window.

You can't be that nasty.

Even you must have a mother.

Around the World.

Get them out of my sight!

Thanks for coming by.
Meeting's over.

Oh, not quite.

Now, son.

Look, The Sleeper, Mom.

Oh, H.M.

Now, I urge you
to heed the list.

You have until 5:00 tonight.

If you do not
take appropriate action...

we will be forced...

to mail our list
to the Housing Commission.

Thank you for taking
the time to see us.

Yeah, same problem,
Mr. Chadway.

I told you not to use
the telephone.

We got a big problem.

If you wish to meet with me...

you can set up an appointment
and come by my office.

Hey! 700 Foster Avenue, okay?

You ain't gonna get it.

- I'll make some time for you.
- Good.

He's on the move.
Slide over.

Do you mind if I do the honors?

Okay, be my guest.

- Somebody hit your car.
- What?

This isn't my day.

Maybe it was an old lady
in a wheelchair.

Please send him in.

My, what a lovely office it is.

A priest hit my car?

You must be
Mr. Phillip Chadway.

I recognize you from your picture
in the newspapers, you know.

- Yes, Father--
- Shawn O'Herlihy.

It's a real pleasure.

And I must say, I'm a great fan of the Titans,
they're a great bunch of footballers.

And I tell you, they're gonna
be in the Super Bowl next year.

From your mouth to God's ear,
Father.

How bad is the damage?

Well, I'm afraid I whacked it
a pretty good one.

I just got the thing last week
and already it gets nailed?

Take it easy, David.
Actually you're very lucky.

A lot of people would
have just driven away.

Oh, my, no. I couldn't have that
on my conscience, now, could I?

No, Father, it shouldn't take a
priest to find an honest man.

Oh, so right you are.

So, here is my number.

Now you just give me a call
and I'll send you a check.

- Yeah, right.
- Right.

Well, it's been such a pleasure
meeting you, Mr. Chadway.

I wonder if you might accept
this wee gift from the diocese.

It's the new edition of St. Patrick's
Proverbs For The Good Life.

With a new larger type print.

Well, thank you, Father,
that's very kind of you.

Well, I must be on my way. I've
got a funeral at 4:00, you know.

Well, good day, gentlemen
and bless you all.

You were saying?

I never saw anything like it.
They tore up the whole place.

If we lose that building, we
could lose the whole project.

- Millions of dollars are at stake.
- They ain't leaving.

Then crank it up to 10. I want
those people out of there.

I can't get the Mayor to support
my redevelopment program...

without those apartments
being empty.

So, you do whatever
you have to do...

and they can't trace it
back to me.

I don't own the building.

Well, it doesn't take a genius
to see what Chadway's up to.

There's been an awful lot of real estate
activity lately in just one city block.

Well, he must have something big in
mind if he needs the entire block.

Another one of his hotels
from outer space.

He's got this building, this
building and this building.

And guess whose building
is right in the middle?

- Mama's building.
- Right.

Well, he's probably buying them
for a song by using phony buyers.

Sure. If they knew about his hotel,
they'd charge him 10 times as much.

This is Team Three.

The rear of the building
is clear. Out.

It's all clear on the roof.

Headed down to Three.

Team One, Team Two.

Come in, please.

What is your location?

I've just come from Two.

We should have someone
on every floor by now.

I'm coming back up.

The basement seems quiet.

No suspicious activity.

Team Two, will you please
meet Mrs. Jackson on Four.

I do not want her going
into that basement alone.

Try to make it
look like an accident.

Hey, just too many
appliances in one socket, huh?

Place needed
redecorating anyway.

Face, we gotta find out...

who is the legal owner
of 700 Foster Avenue.

Well, a little visit to the
City Hall should do the trick.

We got smoke on One!

Guys, get the building
cleared. Come on.

Everybody, out! We got a fire on One!
Let's go.

Come on, let's go.
There's a fire.

Listen, Mama. Don't panic.
Don't panic...

till you're out the front door.

B.A...

see if you can
get this open here.

They trashed all the fire equipment
but the building's clear.

Give me that drain pipe.

I got it.

I got it.

Nice work, Murdock.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, baby.

That's my son.

The police are on the way.

I'm placing you
under citizen's arrest.

You try to make a move
and I'll slap you silly.

And you can tell your friend,
Mr. Chadway...

that the Tenants' Committee
is still in business.

Tell him that we love it here.

Thanks for bailing me
out of jail, Mr. Chadway.

Just find out who the hell
those guys are, understand me?

Yeah.

And one more thing, Plout.

No more visits.
From now on, I'll call you.

Dorothy, what's the verdict?

It's going to be another
smashing success, Mr. Chadway.

- Your father would be very proud of you.
- Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry, Mrs. B.

That's all right, Murdock.
It's nice to have somebody...

under foot around the house,
if you know what I mean.

Baby, this one's yours.

Thank you, Mama.

Hey, Hannibal.

This thing is dead.

He must have found it
and broken it.

Okay. Face, find out
who owns 700 Foster Avenue.

Well, I'll need some help.

Uh, Karen, why don't you and I
pay a visit to City Hall?

I tried that three times and I
just keep getting stonewalled.

Well, it's not who you ask,
it's how you ask that counts.

Murdock, you and B.A. get over to Chadway
Plaza and keep an eye on that guy.

Scooter and I are on our way,
Colonel.

Chicago. Summer. 1985.

Little did Phillip Chadway, the
Whiz of the Windy City realize...

that he was soon to leave this
world the way he came in, crying.

For the Untouchables, led by the
incorruptible Eliot "Scooter" Baracus...

were about to rain
on his corporate parade.

I got to work
with this crazy fool?

- There it is again.
- What?

The quiet.

I never quite get used to it.

Lot of memories
in this old house.

I remember the day that
Scooter came and told me...

that he had signed up
for the Army.

He was just a boy. 18.

They told him
they'd teach him a trade.

He'd come home
a trained mechanic...

and maybe be able
to have a shop of his own.

I was just hoping and praying
he'd come home at all.

Circumstances sometimes change
a man's destiny, Mrs. B.

I'm not blaming anybody because
Scooter turned out to be a fugitive.

That's just the way
that things happen.

I did used to worry about him a
lot, though, out there all alone...

no family to go home to.

Then, one Christmas,
he sent me this card.

Well, it wasn't really a card.

It was a photograph of the four
of you, someplace in Texas.

And he had tied
a red and green ribbon on it.

And on the back of it,
he had written...

"Don't worry, Mama.
I'm not alone for Christmas."

He must've been reading my mind.

I wish I could promise you that he'd come
home for Christmas someday and stay.

I know you can't, and I
accepted that a long time ago.

But I tell you one thing,
Hannibal...

I sleep a whole lot
better now...

knowing that
he's not out there alone.

He's with his family.

But those documents
are a matter of public record.

They certainly are.

But you have to fill out
these request forms...

and wait the required
48 hours. Good day, Miss.

Would $20 get me into
the files a little quicker?

The penalty for bribing
a city official...

is a $5,000 fine
or 90 days in jail.

Would you like to reconsider
your last offer?

Please, I absolutely must get into
those records. You have no idea.

Peddle it somewhere else, Miss.

No one gets by Hildy Henderson
without proper procedure.

Miss Hildegard Henderson,
clerk of deeds.

Yes.

I have a request from
the Mayor's office.

Wait a second, I know you.

- I can explain.
- I bet you can.

I thought I told you to stay out of
this building until after the election.

Matt Peck, Mayor's Committee
to Reelect.

I trust this lady has been
denied access to the tax rolls.

She most certainly was,
Mr. Peck.

Very good. Just wanted to go in
and have a little look around.

A quick peek.

Just long enough to jot down
the names of landlords...

willing to make
campaign contributions.

Contributions aimed at putting
our Mayor out of office.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to leave.

Yes. If I were you, I'd
escort her outside right now.

I just don't trust these people.

You're absolutely right,
Mr. Peck.

Yeah.
Join the winning team.

I hope he gets hit by a bus.

Well done, Miss Henderson.

We'll remember this
come November.

A little odd that a man
who could own a building...

the size of 700 Foster...

would choose to spend his declining
years in a place like this.

Not when you consider who owns
this lovely establishment.

Phillip Chadway.

He's scum.

Well, do you know
Phillip Chadway?

Never met him.

But he owns this dump,
and half the city.

Used to deliver mail to him...

when I was working
for the Post Office.

Never once got a tip
at Christmas.

I don't want
to be too personal...

but how did you manage to buy a
building on Foster Avenue...

now that you're retired
and on a government pension?

Didn't. How could I do that?

According to the city
tax roll...

Nicholas Perry purchased a building
on the north side 6 months ago.

That's my name,
but that's not my signature.

Forgery.

It makes sense now.

All those solicitations
we've been gettin'.

- Solicitations?
- Yeah.

Me and Helen Bradshaw
and old man Sonsky.

These things have been coming
in for the last few months.

Roofers, fuel oil brochures,
wiring contractors.

I got a whole shoebox
full of third class junk mail.

Chadway must be buying buildings
in these people's names.

Yeah. They own half the north
side and don't even know it.

Mr. Perry...

I think you're a wealthy man.

Could you draw up a power
of attorney for me real quick?

Sure.

Tell Mr. Chadway the new owner of
700, Foster Avenue is calling.

Who is this?

This is a close friend
of Nicholas Perry.

He signed the property
over to me this afternoon.

And what do you want?

Well, I believe I have the
missing piece to your puzzle...

and I'm in the mood to sell.

I'd consider an offer
starting at, say, $2 million.

I believe Mr. Perry paid less
than $200,000 for that building.

That's true.
He got it at bargain price...

but since that time, there've been
some unusual depreciations...

not to mention a fire.
You know all about that.

Yes, but $2 million is too much.

Mr. Perry and I
think it's fair.

But maybe you're right...

maybe we should run it by the Mayor's
Office or the Crime Commission...

and see what kind of a figure
they come up with.

I won't be long.

Nice to see you.

Right this way,
Mr. Chadway.

- Yes, Father...
- O'Herlihy.

Oh, please.

Palatial office, huh?

Alvarez said we could use it.

He wouldn't be around for the
next three to five years.

Could we get this over with?

Let's.

I wasn't quite sure
how to make out the check.

Don't worry about it.
We'll fill it out.

One question.

How many places did you empty
with Plout and his g*ons?

I was 10-0.

10-1.

You try to interfere with
another one of my properties...

and they won't be able to put you
guys back together with Krazy Glue.

No problems, Colonel.

Drive on.

- We all set?
- You just give the signal.

Five minutes and boom!

The boiler explodes.

An unfortunate accident.

I don't want any of them
to get out of this alive.

You're kidding? The place
will be a parking lot.

Good, hit it.

Team Two to Team One.

I think I got something.

Go ahead, Mama.

Some guy just came running
out of the basement...

and jumped into the limo
with Chadway.

I knew he couldn't
leave well enough alone.

A b*mb.

Let's go.

Boiler room!

Homemade, digital.
Red, white and blue wires.

I can't use the meter to find the
hot boiler. Might set it off.

Take your pick.

Could you take a little
longer next time, B.A.?

That way I can die of a heart att*ck and not
worry about being blown to smithereens.

The next time,
you pick the right one.

- No, thanks.
- Nice, B.A.

Yeah. I think we ought to return
this to the proper owner, don't you?

Congratulations, Phillip.

- I believe you've done it again.
- Well, thank you, Mr. Mayor.

And let me add
that this hotel will be...

a jewel in the crown
of the great city of Chicago.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention please.

We've prepared a short film
for you...

to show you exactly how this building will
fit into Chicago's magnificent skyline.

Hi, pal. You left this
in our basement.

How did you get in here?

Oh, we had invitations.

They can't be good.

B.A.?

You like that better?

We have a little story.

Now Mr. Chadway has a slight
problem with this development.

In that he doesn't
own this slice...

right here.

The guests are gonna have a heck of a
time getting from the lobby to the pool.

I wouldn't stay there.

Now you might think
we're picky...

but we felt you were dealing in bad faith
when you put that b*mb in our basement.

We're returning your check.

Now, we thought
you folks might be curious...

as to how this block
was acquired.

So we made a little film.

You're gonna love this, Phil,
you're one of the stars.

I can assure you that every piece
of property was acquired legally.

So that we could proceed
with the development.

Sure.

Chicago. 1985.

Phillip Chadway began a reign
of terror designed...

to clear a buildings that stood
in the way of his latest hotel.

...did you empty with
Plout and his goon squad?

I was 10-0.

You try to interfere with
another one of my properties...

and they won't be able to put you
guys back together with Krazy Glue.

This is a story of educated men.

From the best of families
willing to--

Hey, you're gonna miss the end.

Let's go. We're out of here.

Thank goodness you're here. We
were really stuck for an ending.

Nice, Murdock.

To a lovely lady
and a gracious hostess...

who went out of her way
to make Christmas in July.

- Hear, hear.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

Well, thank you.

And let me say thank you...

to everyone of you for coming all
the way to Chicago to help me.

And I want to add
one more thing.

Dig in.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

So, what's the fate
of 700 Foster?

Mr. Perry is moving in
next week.

He has plans to restore the building, take
it co-op, so everybody can own a piece.

B.A., Scoot...

you know, your mom was telling
me about that time...

that you were kept
after school...

because you pulled
Wanda Taylor's pig tails.

Did Mama also tell you
about the time...

I threw Tommy Wilson out the
window for calling me Scooter?

Yeah. I think she did mention
something about that.

Murdock, you are the craziest
fella I've ever met.

I think I want to adopt you.

Oh, then maybe I could be the
long lost brother he never had.

Maybe you could be the ghost I never
had if you don't shut up, fool.

Now, that's enough, Scooter.

I'm gonna have to send you
to your room.

You know, I wrote all the stories
down right here in my pad here.

You led a very
colorful childhood, B.A.

Scooter, will you behave.

You're always
threatenin' everybody.

He's a real p*ssy cat, though.

You know, I knew
he was gonna do that.

I knew he was gonna take my pad,
I knew he was gonna tear it up.

That's why I put all the real
stories down in this pad.

I'm gonna use them
for my new book.

Scooting On A Scoot Through
Life With The Big Guy, Scooter.