All language subtitles for Airwolf - S01E01 - Shadow of the Hawke (1).srt - eng(2)

- And then
with turbos one and two.
- In the green.

- Main rotor torque.
- In the green.

- The oil pressure.
- In the green.

I don’t believe you people.

You haul my butt out of bed
at midnight.

You fly me off
to only-God-knows-where

to see some
lousy helicopter,

and there’s not even
any cream cheese.

It’s not a lousy helicopter,
Senator,

it’s Airwolf.

Well, whatever esoteric name
you hang on it,

it’s still an overgrown
beanie with a propeller,

eating its way through
somebody’s budget.

I hate bagels
without cream cheese.

It’s a mean-looking bird,

I’ll give you that.

Who designed it?

The pilot.
Dr. Moffet.

Moffet?

Moffet,
I know that name.

Your cream cheese, Senator.

Damn stuff is pink.

It’s, uh, salmon-flavored.

Only in California.

Red Star Control, Airwolf.

All systems are go.

Airwolf,
Red Star Control.

You may clear
the defense area.

How fast is that bird?

We don’t know yet.

So far, it’s only
slightly exceeded

the speed of sound.

No helicopter can fly

faster than sound.

Airwolf can.

Basically, Airwolf is
an aerodynamic lifting body

with a twin turbine-driven
rotor system

capable of propelling it
to 300 knots.

In other
words, it’s a fast,

twin-engine jet chopper.

One can express it

in those terms,
except this jet chopper

can disengage
its rotor system

and ignite these two
additional turbines.

9.6 seconds
after ignition,

Airwolf can exceed Mach 1

from sea level
to 65,000 feet.

The crew consists
of an in-flight
systems specialist

in the Electronic
Data Command Center

to monitor turbine
temperatures, fuel
and lubricant pressure,

rotor synchronization,
all onboard flight systems.

The second crewman is a
countermeasure specialist.

His primary MOS
is to suppress,

neutralize,
or destroy any weapons

threatening the integrity of Airwolf.

He also has a duplicate
flight system control,

in case
the aircraft commander
becomes incapacitated.

And, finally,
the Aircraft Commander,

who’s responsible for
positive flight control,

target acquisition, and
weapon-system selection.

The latter offers him
14 firepower options

ranging from
30-millimeter cannons

to nuclear-tip
Shrike missiles.

In other words, Senator,

Airwolf is a Mach 1 plus
chopper that can kick butt.

If Airwolf can kick butt
like she says it can,

you’ve developed yourself
a tactical weapon.

But that’s not
the firm’s mission.

No, sir, it’s not.
But when the project started

20 years ago
after the Bay of Pigs,

the firm’s priorities
were a little different.

- Then as the years went by--
- And the project grew.

Now you got Topsy,
what are you gonna do
with her?

You can only keep the lid on

testing and development
for so long.

And if the firm puts Airwolf
in the field,

it’ll leak to Congress
in a week.

And they won’t take kindly
to the firm’s developing

secret tactical weapons.

That’s why the Firm
would like to turn

this prototype over
to the Department of Defense

and let them
take credit for it.

In exchange for?

Reimbursement
of development costs

and the first five Airwolfs
off the production line.

Talk to me
in dollars and cents.

Billion dollars, Senator.

Give or take a few cents.

Red Star
to ground leader,
stand down.

To demonstrate Airwolf’s
tactical capabilities,

it will penetrate a typical
Soviet defense zone,

the type used
around their ICBM sites,

their military
command posts,

communication installations.

Simulation
has a way of always

making the test vehicle
look good.

That defense
zone is filled
with Soviet equipment

and manned by personnel
who know how to use it.

This isn’t a simulation,
Senator.

Those guns out there
are loaded.

Airwolf.
Red Star Control.

You have a go.

- He’s gone.
- Dropped below the radar.

He’ll use the mountain range
to block our defense radar

until he can exceed Mach 1.

After that, he can
penetrate the defense zone

from any point
on the compass.

Holy sh...

We have a visual sighting.

Grid, Whiskey, Lima, five.

Penetration track indicated.

Speed, Mach 1 plus.

- No shots fired.
- I’ll be damned!

He busted right through
the Russkie’s front door

- without a scratch.
- Not quite.

The computers have Airwolf’s
point of penetration

into the defense zone.

They can interpolate
his most likely approach

to the target area
and deploy

TU-36 helicopters
to block the canyon.

He’ll have
to climb out of the canyon.

That would put him
on SAM radar.

He has no choice.

I have
a heat-seeker on our six.

IF suppressor on.

Still closing.
Popping a sun burst.

He got past them.

He’s not on radar.
He’s done it.

It’s not over yet.

Unless your Dr. Moffet’s
a fool,

all he has to do
is stay in those canyons

until he reaches the target.

A passive defense mechanism
might force him up.

What the hell is that?

Wires!

We have radar contact.

Stand by to launch missiles.

Oh, damn it.

We’re being radar-scanned.

Jamming.

Launching missiles.

I have four incoming

radar-controlled missiles.

Three are off target.

One is on our track
at 10 miles and closing.

Missile impact,
12 seconds.

Hold heading
and deploy the ADF pod.

ADF pod undeployable
above 300 knots.

Reverse thruster engines.

Stand by to reengage rotors.

Thrusters reversed.

Speed, 700 knots.
Six-fifty.

Missile impact
in seven seconds.

Rotor reengaging.
Speed, 400 knots.

Missile impact
in five seconds.

Three seventy-fifty.

- Three fifty.
- Four seconds.

Three twenty-five.

Three seconds,
two seconds.

My God,
they’ve blown him away.

Not quite, Senator.

Dr. Moffet,
this is Senator Dietz.

I wanna congratulate you
on the most spectacular

weapons demo
I’ve ever seen.

I’d like to shake your hand.

You already have, Senator,

on Project Proteus.

Proteus?

That was at White Sands
in the ’70s.

I trust
the Senator remembers me.

Well, it was a--
it was a long time ago.

Yes. The firm has shown
great confidence

in my ability
to, uh, to change.

Well, I’m sure that trust

is well-founded.

Not really.

Yeah.

It’s perfect.

Nothing is perfect.

Not even this.

Well, I don’t know
what can be wrong with this.

We’re here.

Stringfellow Hawke.

Gabrielle.

Hello.

Where’s Marella?

Oh, uh...

sick leave.

Sorry.

This is a nice wine.

It’s a Montrachet,
isn’t it?

’79.

Been a long time.

Two years.

I have a job for you.

’78.

I didn’t know
the ’78 from '79.

- I already have a job.
- And...

This one pays
a million dollars.

Half now, half on delivery.

Of what?

Airwolf.

Moffet stole it
five weeks ago.

You blew it.

Yeah.

Hindsight’s a wonderful
gift, Mr. Hawke.

You scared the eagle.

I what?

Flying in,
you downdrafted an eagle.

I’m sorry.

Tell that to the eagle.

I wasn’t expecting company.
I’ll get another trout.

God, he’s infuriating.

Only because he likes you.

Moffet
probably flew it south

through Central America
then jumped from Brazil

across the Atlantic
to North Africa.

Same route we used to ferry
planes in World War II.

It took two weeks

of concentrated
satellite surveillance

to confirm Airwolf’s
location.

It’s in Libya.

Gaddafi’s got it.

Great.

That means so do
the Russians.

Not yet.
So far, he hasn’t even

let them take a look at it.

Gaddafi’s keeping it
for himself.

Why don’t you just
blow it up
instead of stealing it?

Can’t. Moffet's erased
the Airwolf program
from the firm’s computers.

And it’s gonna take
a new development team,

even working with
the old subcontractors,

an estimated 5.3 years

to build a new prototype.

This reproduction,
it’s really excellent.

I saw the original
in Paris at the--

at the Impressionist Museum.

No, you didn’t.

What’s your firm's position
on Moffet and the crew?

If you can,
bring him out with you.

The other two
aren’t important.

And if I can’t?

Use extreme prejudice.

I saw the original in Paris

one month ago.

No, you saw a copy.

Are you trying to tell me
this is the original?

So how do I go in?

As a petroleum engineer

from Mirabelle Oil,
it’s a French firm,

but most of the technicians
are Americans.

Once you land in Tripoli,

our operative there
will help you.

The carrier enterprise
will be standing by

in the Gulf of Sirte.

You probably
won’t have to fly

more than 200 miles
to get there.

Yeah, through
Gaddafi’s Army,

Navy, and Air Force.

At least
it’s not the Russians.

It’s their equipment.

But the Russians
aren’t manning it.

You don’t know that.

We have people
in there, Hawke,

and they’ve reported
the equipment

is being manned
by the Libyans.

Besides, you’re being paid
a million dollars.

Hell, how much did
Moffet get?

Probably five million.

And I get one?

One usually
has to pay traitors

more than patriots.

Moffet didn’t do it
for the money.

Neither will I.

I want Saint John.

You’re not serious.

God, you are.

Hawke, he’s been an MIA
for 14 years.

The odds
your brother’s alive

are ten thousand to one.

Well, if he is dead,

at least bring
his body back.

I got a job flying
in the morning.

You’ll find blankets
in the window boxes.

Gets kind of cold
around dawn.

Goodnight.

I don’t think
he’ll pull this off.

He can.

The question is, can we?

Stringfellow?

You startled me.

I couldn’t sleep.

I was looking
at your collection.

It’s incredible.

I thought I heard you
moving around up here

and just wanted to talk.

Just about the art.

How anyone
could have put together

a collection like that.

It’s fantastic.

I’m sorry, I guess it's none
of my business.

You didn’t come up here
to talk about art.

Yes, I did.

Don’t.

This is what
you came here for.

No.

Archangel’s worried
I won’t take the assignment.

You’re here to sweeten
the deal.

You’re wrong.

Well, you’re a liar.

You didn’t come here
to talk about art.

Yes, I did.

Well, maybe not totally,

but I didn’t come here
for Archangel.

A liar’s a liar.

And a whore’s a whore.

Damn you.

You’re too late.

God already has.

Gabrielle.

My grandfather
collected the art...

...for my grandmother.

The money
is unimportant to him.

That’s right.

- Oh. Good morning.
- No.
He won’t accept that.

He’ll demand hard data.

We’ll have to inform
the President.

Eggs?

Oh, no.
Coffee, please.

Absolutely not.

Is he up yet?

Left a couple of hours ago.

If the committee
has a better idea,
I’m listening.

I’ll be on blue channel
till 0800.

Committee is gonna blow
this one.

I can feel it.

Hmm.

I don’t think Hawke's
gonna do it.

What makes you say that?

I talked to him last night

after you went to sleep.

Oh, come on, it’s too early
in the morning

for incriminating looks
from the boss.

Gabrielle,

don’t get interested
in Stringfellow Hawke.

There’s no future in it
for you or any woman.

Why not?

When he was 12,
he and his parents

were in a boating accident
on the lake.

They drowned.

Just before he shipped out
to Vietnam,

he and his girlfriend
were in a car crash.

She died.

In Nam, he and his brother
went down

in the same mission.

He got picked up,

Saint John didn’t.

Stringfellow is afraid

that anyone he loves,
or might love,

will die.

That’s why
when he was so cold

to you yesterday,

I knew he liked you.

How’s that for some
paperback psychology?

Makes sense.

And, um, everyone he loved
can’t have died.

There is one who survived.

Up to now, anyway.

And cut!

I am not gonna let

that stupid jackass
kill himself

with my equipment.

He can’t talk
to me like that!

I’m the star!

Blaze is right, Santini.
He’s the star.

If he wants to kill himself,
he can.

Well, fine!

Then let him use
one of your cars,

not my helicopter!

I thought we already
had this worked out, Mitch.

Listen, uh,

maybe Santini’s right,
Blaze.

Uh, I mean, we are talking

- about life and limb here.
- No.

No, wait a--
No, wait a minute.

You guys listen to me.

Mona Kahn heard
that I was doing

my own flying in this flick.

She’s here to film me
for her TV show.

Well, I wonder
how she heard that.

She heard it
because I did it before.

I mean, I flew a hang glider
in-in-in Winds of Oahu.

I flew a Navy jet
in Wings of Gold.

You had a Navy pilot
with you for it.

He told me I flew it!

God, he-he said
I was a natural,

he said that I hardly
had to touch the stick.

And besides, Hawke
has been letting me fly

for three months.

I’ve been backing you.

What-what does he mean
by that?

He means he’s been
on the controls

correcting Blaze’s mistakes.

But I’ve been
up there doing it

for the cameras,
and I’m gonna do it

for Mona!

Either that or you can use
your-your choppers

to haul tourists
around Disneyland.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Now you listen to me,
Mr. Movie Star.

- Dominic.
- What?

Man says he can fly,
let him.

I’ll ride shotgun
to make it legal.

But if you do that,

Mona will think
that you’re flying.

I won’t touch the controls.

If you do...

You’ve got my word on it,
Blaze.

To tell you
the truth, Mitch,

I thought your star
had finally put it

- in the fire.
- Blaze?

Come on,
he’s a straight guy.

- You know that.
- Oh, yeah.

So what’s the other guy
doing in the chopper?

Hawke?

Strictly
for insurance purposes.

We could never get coverage
on Blaze

for something like this.

See, Hawke’s hands and feet

are off the controls.

Ready?

You’re the pilot.

Right.

What’s wrong?

Not enough left pedal.

That’s too much left pedal.

What’s that stunt
called?

Well,
it-it doesn’t have a name.

You don’t normally see that

unless you’ve lost
a tail rotor.

There he is.

Hawke,
I’m gonna land now.

You’re the pilot.

You can back me a little
if you want, Hawke.

Where is he?

There!

Hawke!

What is that?

A hammerhead stall.

Is it safe?

I don’t know.

I’ve never seen a helicopter
do one.

I always did say you had
a lot of guts, Blaze.

Moffet, don’t do this.

Leave him alone.

Stop it!

This is perverted.

There’s nothing wrong
with a little

perversion, Mark,
just as so long as

you don’t hurt yourself.

Oh, two out of three
isn’t bad.

Dr. Moffet,

you are looking
more and more

like an Arab
with each passing day.

Actually, I’m getting
more and more bored.

I think I would like
to go to Tripoli,

tonight.

Whatever you desire,
Doctor.

Perhaps you could do us
a favor first.

Our beleaguered freedom
fighters in Chad

are being assaulted
by the most brutal

and barbaric weapons
in the imperialistic
French arsenal.

Their reputation for life--

What exactly is it
that your leader

would like me to do?

To remove a French Mirage
or two from the sky.

Oh, really?
Is that all?

For now, Doctor.

Very well.

At least it will relieve
the boredom.

Excellent, Doctor, excellent.

I’m curious,
what would happen

if a bullet
were to enter the intakes?

Nothing, I deliberately
designed them

with armored mesh shields.

And the windshield
is bulletproof,

and the body armor-plated.

What is your point, Major?

My point, Doctor,
is that in the desert

we have a saying,

"The lion can be killed
by the jackal

if the jackal
knows where to bite."

Where does a jackal
bite a wolf?

Come here.

Just here, this is the, uh,

mid-air refueling intake.

Now, one bullet up there,

and the whole thing
would blow up.

But not, I guess, today.

You’re insane, Doctor.

Actually, no.
I’m just quite bored.

I have a target
bearing 052 relative.

Angel’s five.

Speed, 400 knots.

Is your radar searching?

Stand by, one.

Negative radar search.

What type aircraft?

Scanning.

Got it.

It’s a Mirage.

Bring the attack
computer online

and stand by
for turbo ignition.

Target at seven miles,

bearing 050 relative.

Still at Angel’s five.

He doesn’t see us.

Deploy the ADF pod.

Deployed.

Now, hold it right there.

Thank you.

And that, gentlemen,
is another victory

for Gaddafi’s revolutionary
forces in Chad.

I’m sorry
about that, Dominic.

For what?

Losing that job?

Hell, I ain’t had
so much fun

since your dad
took old Purdy up

in his P-40.

We were ferrying them, see,

over the hump to Chennault.

The firm’s got a job for me.

I thought you quit flying
for them.

They’re gonna go
after Saint John.

Don’t do this to yourself,
String.

You don’t love your brother

any more than I do.

If I thought it’d help,
I’d go to Nam

and hunt for him myself.

But it won’t.

He’s gone and you've got
to let him go.

Like I did.

Dom, I need your help.

Doing what?

Well, for starters,

you got to get to Libya.

Well, sure, I’ll just, uh--

Libya?

Hey, that’s Gaddafi's
sand pile.

He doesn’t like us, String.

And we don’t like him, either.

Will you do it?

Well, let’s see.

Tony Boswick’s
got a charter

flying oil rigs to Libya
from England.

I could probably fly
copilot on one

of his flights,
sure I can do it.

Hey, but why can’t I go
with you?

I don’t want
the firm to know

you’re backing me.

Hmm.

I am liking this
less and less.

What are we gonna do?

Kidnap Gaddafi?

Nothing that simple.

Archangel
wouldn’t let them take it.

He didn’t want the firm
to take your art,

but the committee
overruled him.

Why?

You turned down
a million dollars.

Made them nervous.

In exchange for Saint John.

Frightened them even more.

They’re not even gonna try,
are they?

The firm will do all it can

to find your brother.

They’re concerned
you won’t take the mission

till they have something
tangible.
They can’t wait.

You’re the only man
besides Moffet
who’s flown Airwolf.

You’re the only one
who has a chance
to get it back.

Why didn’t Archangel
stay to tell me himself?

He was called back
to Washington.

Besides,
I was always the one

who was gonna brief you.

Maybe.

Maybe he knew
I’d take him apart.

Tet put up a fight?

No.

Smart dog.

I don’t understand
what you Westerners

see in women
with such skinny bodies.

In the desert,

a body like this
would wither and die

in a matter of hours.

After a few hours
with such a body,

what would it matter?

I want her.

Ah.

That will be difficult.

We believe
she is an American spy.

Perhaps I can question her
for you.

I could do that.

Of course,

Brother Gaddafi
was most pleased

with your exploits
this afternoon

against the French on behalf

of our beleaguered
freedom fighters in Chad.

Your destruction of two
French Mirage fighters

will be told about
in the camps of our people

until the desert sand
turns to water.

But it’s still not enough
to pay for her.

There are many women here
who are just...

What is?

An American destroyer.

Done.

Her name’s Angela.

She’s a dancer
at the Red Castle.

You’re not listening,
Stringfellow.

She’s our contact
in Tripoli.

Where does Archangel
get them?

He found me when I was 15.

That was
a rhetorical question.

According to Angela,

Airwolf’s located
along the coast west
of Tripoli.

And we have reason
to believe it’s been used

against the French in Chad.

A Mirage fighter
was shot down yesterday

over the desert there.

Sit down!

Hand me that net.

Ha! It’s beautiful!

Yeah?

About three pounds.

Well, put it back.

It’s beau-- That's--
I couldn’t eat that.

It’s beautiful.
You can’t kill it.

Put it back, OK?

Please?

Eating the poor thing
just to spite me.

I suppose you think
I’m being stupid.

Yeah?

I know people eat fish.

I eat fish.

It’s just that trout
was very beautiful.

Yeah, I got--
I think I understand.

Do you?

Well, you just like
to eat ugly fish.

I don’t know.
Maybe that’s it.

You know, like sole.

You know, sole has two eyes
on one side of his head.

That is an ugly fish.

- Yeah, I like sole.
- And pig.

That’s not one of God's
most beautiful creatures,

but I bet you like pork.

Yeah, pork’s OK.

- And lamb?
- Yeah.

I love lamb.

Cute, cuddly,
woolly little lambs.

Oh.

You know, anyone who would
teach a dog to--

Ugh!

Another fishing boat, 12:00.

We are being radar-scanned.

Able to absorb
93% of the signal.

It’s American Naval
frequencies.

Radar is emanating
from a Knox-class destroyer.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

It’s an American destroyer,
Moffet.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

For God’s sakes,
Moffet, they’re Americans.

Missile
is five miles from target.

Four miles.

Three.

Two.

One.