All language subtitles for Airwolf - S01E03 - Daddy_s Gone a Hunt_n.srt - eng(2)

We are approaching
foreign territory.

It’s about this picture,
which one is my father?

What would you do
if it was your son?

MiGs on our six.

- Traitor.
- So how do you tell them

- from us?
- We wear white hats.

Now all we have
to do is attack Russia,

steal a kid,

and try not to get caught

by our own government.

Help!

Unh!

Ow!

How would you like
to see your father?

Huh?

Come on.

I know they taught
you English

before they shut down
the orphanage,

and I speak
lousy Vietnamese.

You are Ho Minh Truong, right?

And?

My father’s in America.
He’s a pilot.

He’s gone. My mother too.

Answer my question.

How’d you like
to see your father?

Wanna try it
again, Dom?

What would you do
if I was paid overtime?

Nine, eight,

locked 0.99.
Mach 1.

Prepare to retrograde
in ten seconds.

Do I have a choice?

Eight seconds, six...

Why can’t we hover like
regular helicopter people?

Four seconds.

This is a hell
of a way to stop a...

Two...

Now!

Turbo’s off.

I need more power.

Engaging rotors.

I need more power.

You’ve got it all.

Abort.

Give me back the turbos.

That was lousy, huh?

We’re alive.

Yeah, but that was lousy.

Ah, a little more practice.

Yeah, maybe tomorrow,
String.

I’ll be on String Time then.

It shouldn’t
take more than a couple

of weeks.

It’s not like
you’d be missing anything.

Well, maybe
some cello music

and the mellow mating tones
of the red-tipped sparrow,

but I can always send you
a cassette of that.

You can’t
send me pure, fresh air.

You’ll be flying
radar officer

on a high-altitude
recon jet.

You’d be on oxygen
most of the time.

What’s purer than oxygen?

Forget the view,
forget fresh air,

I’m talking about
an American Pilot

who’s gonna steal our
hottest tactical aircraft

and deliver it
to the Russians.

Somebody’s got to stop him.

But
we don’t know who he is.

We only know that
the plan is to steal one

when we deploy
the first planes next week.

It could be any one
of those pilots.

- Replace them.
- We can’t.

The ferry pilots are also
the training officers

after delivery.

Replacing them could
slow everything down

by at least six months.

What a shame.

A multimillion-dollar plane

is about to be handed
over to the Russians,

and your classification
of the problem is "shame."

I compliment you.

Your mastery of silence
is exceeded

only by your facility
at understatement.

But measuring this
with the word "shame"

surpasses all
your previous achievements

in articulation.

Why, thank you.

Since you seem
to be removed

from the problems
of the world today,

perhaps we should
bring you up to date.

You see,
there are these bad guys,

and they’re called
the Russians.

Yeah, I think
I heard of them.

And then there’s us.

Well, what do they call us?

It varies
in different parts

of the world,
but for the sake

of this conversation,

we’ll call ourselves
the good guys.

So how do you tell them
from us?

That’s easy,
we wear white hats.

You’d look good
in a white hat, Mr. Hawke.

Very good.

Well, I guess we better
get one for Dominic too.

Dominic will never pass

as a military pilot.

Well,
we’ll work something out.

They’re great, huh?

Yeah.

Sure glad they’re ours.

Hey, if you’re going
for a tan,

I suggest you slip out
of that flight suit.

What are you staring at?

Remember an army captain
in ’Nam,

name of Stringfellow Hawke?

Yeah.

Flew Hueys.

He pulled me out
of Indian territory once.

That’s a good reason
to remember.

who could forget a name
like Stringfellow Hawke?

Said he was gonna
fly civilian.

Been assigned here in
the army exchange program.

No kidding.

Ah, he probably
couldn’t make it
on the outside.

Some of us
just make lousy civilians,

you know what I mean?

See you later, chief.

Do you still expect people
to read your silences?

What if I don’t know
what to say?

It’s been ten years,
Nhi Houng.

A little over 11.

Did you look for me?

By the time I got out
of the hospital,

Saigon had fallen.

Did you try?

Does it matter?

No.

What are you doing here?

Trying to bring
my family together.

I’ve been hanging
around here

waiting for you
for ten minutes.

You know what they call
guys that hang around

men’s rooms?

What do you want, a tip?

Look, I said
I’d be your cover.

But you could have
made me a pilot

or a mechanic, but no.

I told you, I need
you on and off the base.

Nobody notices
a guy with a mop.

They do in a room like this.
Just a minute.

We want a private--
hold on, hold on, hold on.

Hold the flying pattern

for a minute
will you, buddy?

We’re changing the ice
in the head.

We got privacy.

there’s a Nhi Houng Truong
in this base.

I want to know her status
and reason for being here.

Personal or business?

Personal.
Don’t press it.

What’d you learn
from those guys out there?

That their capacity for
alcohol hasn’t diminished.

You better duck
into a stall

before I let this guy
in here,

or you’re going to get
some funny looks.

For what?
I’m an officer

and a gentleman.

If his mother
was still in Vietnam,

you think
he’d tell you where?

He’s never
even seen his father.

I’m-- all this
is unnecessary.

Look, you’re supposed
to be helping me,

not holding
an interrogation.

Would you please
just sign the visa form?

Mr. Zimmer, this
is my country, not yours.

I decide what is necessary
here or not.

As long as
it doesn’t take more

than 20 minutes.

My country runs
on a precise schedule.

His father
is whoever I say he is.

Now, you just sign the visa
and say good-bye

because I know
what your orders are.

We are on
our fifth bottle here,

and we have yet to have
a legitimate toast.

Not enough booze
for us to get that silly.

It’s not silly,

it’s a responsibility
to the champagne.

It’s a-- it's a formality.

It’s not like we're drinking
a case of beer here.

OK.
OK, that’s enough.

Who has anything nice to say

about Stringfellow Hawke?

He’s quiet.

That’s good, he's quiet,
that’s good.

He’s pretty.

He’s pretty.

That’s good.

He looks nice
in that new uniform too.

Not that nice.

I think
you’re right about that.

Maybe we ought to stick
with, uh,

"He’s pretty quiet."

Here’s to Hawke.
Welcome home.

Oh, wait a minute,
hold it.

There’s more
to the ceremony.

You got to make
a speech, Hawke.

Stand up,

be a fool...

Parolees don’t count.

I think
I’ll go to the bathroom.

OK, Josh, my boy.

I want you to give me
a little port rudder

and pull your nose up
about five degrees.

Can’t you just say "Take
a left turn" though, Paul?

Now, that wouldn’t
be military, would it?

Oh, right, right.

And we’re not fit
for the world

of civilians and humans, right?

- It’s different.
- Different?

Different.

You know, for guys like us,

it’s like a--
it’s a like a ball park

with no fences and there’s
no way to hit a home run.

But if you don’t get a hit
once in a while,

they’re just waiting
to beat on you

and tell you you’re not fit
for anything

besides
burning out villages.

Tried his luck with a
civilian a couple years ago,

kicked him around
pretty good.

Don’t talk for me, Sammy.

You know, I’ve been--

I’ve been wearing
a blue uniform since

my first shave.

Yeah, no, I-- I’ve been
into this wave the flag

and go for broke business
since I--

since I traded in
my virginity

for a pair of wings and a--

and a fancy football helmet
with a microphone in it.

And you want
to know something, huh?

You want to know something?

It all don’t mean nothing

outside of this
prefabricated world

that we live in here.

Great big bull it is.

I went out in the world
of waitresses

and attaché cases,
and I was introduced

around as
the resident freak.

Oh, I mean,

they treat you nice and all

that kind of social puke.

But then they wanted
to see my medals.

And then they asked me
how many people

I figured I burned to death
at 4,000 feet.

Because they don’t know,
they don’t care.

I spent three years
of my life in hell,

and they don’t give a damn.

Going up has nothing
to do with them.

Then who the hell
are we doing it for then?

I do it for myself.

Let go of me, Sam.

I can stagger
without any help at all.

How long
has he been like that?

Since they passed him over
for a promotion.

When was that?

Over a year ago.

And before?

What in the hell
are you up to?

- My job.
- Which is?

Working with you
as an exchange pilot.

That’s what
your orders say.

But you got about
as much business doing that

as I do
shuttling a Huey.

They brought you back,

recalled you
for this one mission.

How do you know that?

My wife is General
Marcello’s secretary.

I also know
your orders didn’t come
from Air Force HQ.

They came from Washington--
Langley to be exact.

She can lose her job

digging into things
like that.

I don’t think so.

You and Nhi Houng
were too close

for you to do something
like that to her.

You got a check ride
at 0700 hours, be on time.

I understand your I.P.
is real tough.

You’re gonna have
to move that jeep.

You can’t leave it there.
I’m sorry.

Hey, you know where
I can find a Captain Hawke?

What’d he do?
Make a mess

in the officer’s club
or something?

You see,
I’m the exchange pilot.

- Who’s he up with?
- An instructor pilot.

Does he have a name?

- Major Roper.
- Oh.

High-frequency recorders.

Functioning.

High-speed surveillance?

I can’t reach it.

Loosen your shoulder straps

and check
the negative displacer.

MiGs on our 6:00.

Something
just ain’t right up there.

I got both of them.

And me.

You’re grounded.

What the hell
are you talking about?

You can’t ground me.

Hell, I can’t.

I was right,
you’re not here

as an exchange pilot,
are you?

Hawke, I have to make
that ferry flight.

- Why?
-’Cause it's my job.

All right, there’s more.

What?

I can’t tell you, Hawke.

Then you’re grounded.

I’m calling in
all favors, Hawke.

Whatever you figure
you owe me

from old times’ sake.

I think you’re asking me
to overpay.

If you won’t do it for me,
do it for Nhi Houng!

I asked for
a meeting...

...but why here?

I thought
you’d like my office.

You assigned me.

I’m sorry,
I don’t have time

to discuss your choice
of furnishing.

It’s not my choice!
Watch your feet!

What’d you wanna tell me?

That now we both know
Roper is our man.

Don’t tell me what I know.

How about telling me
something I don’t know?

Will you have your gladiator
sheathe his sword first?

Thank you.

Roper is married
to a Vietnamese national.

Not out of the ordinary,

but when you requested
information on it

through your... janitor,

I had her checked
into more thoroughly.

I guess that means
I talk too much.

Rare, but a fact.

Mrs. Roper has a child,
an Amerasian son.

She’s been trying
to get him to the States

ever since
she first arrived here.

Mother’s have been known
to do that.

So I’ve heard.

We checked and found
that the boy--

- Kid got a name?
- Ho Minh.

He was housed
in an orphanage

till their government
closed it.

Then he managed to survive

in the streets for a while.

That kid doesn’t
have half a chance.

Can’t you get him
out of there?

It seems he’s now
a ward of the USSR

with the cooperation
of the VC Government.

Ho minh has been transported
to a Russian airbase

at Omrylkot, Russia.

So what?

Omrylkot

is only 180 miles
from Alaska.

One of the planes
is scheduled to be delivered

to Shemya air force base
in Alaska.

- And Roper is the pilot.
- Not yet.

But since
he’s the commander,

he makes out the duty chart.

You’ve done quite well,
Hawke.

By intuition you’ve managed
to open the latch

that opened the door
for us.

What about Roper?

- He’s a traitor.
- Not yet he’s not.

Well, the firm is not
gonna wait until he is.

So no boy?

A 12-year-old waif

is no trade
for a newly designed

multimillion-dollar plane.

Depends on who does
the trading, doesn’t it?

I do.

What is Ho Minh’s
birth date?

He’s 12 years old.

Don’t let your imagination
run away with you.

I don’t want you to do
anything to Roper.
You let him be.

You expect me
to just sit back
and let him--

I’ll guarantee no plane

will be turned over
to the Russians.

You’re not cosigning
an auto loan.

Your guarantee
is not enough.

It’ll have to be.

And if it’s not?

I’ll trade Airwolf
for the boy.

What do you want?

You knew that was coming.

I know I deserved it, too.

Get up.

What was that one for, interest?

That was instead
of a firing squad.

They don’t shoot you
for making a fool

of yourself
on a check ride.

They do for turning aircraft
over to Russians.

I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

You better start
remembering,

’cause I'm
the only thing standing

between you
and a blindfold.

Hey, mister,
could you tell me something?

Are you hungry again?

Yeah, that too,

but it’s about this picture.

Yeah, what about it?

Could you tell me
which one is my father?

Which one
would you like it to be?

Any one of them is OK.

Damn it, Sam,
you’re too smart

to think you can get away
with something like this.

I am not a traitor.

Before I turn that plane
over to anybody,

I’d ditch with it
in the Bering Sea.

Yeah, and freeze to death
in 11 minutes.

It’d be worth the gamble!

You’ve never been
an idiot before.

I’ve never been
a father before either.

I have a son, Hawke.

A son
I’ve never seen before.

A son who doesn’t even know
who I am.

Why didn’t he come out
with Nhi Houng?

They were separated.

He was
in the Swiss hospital there.

He was supposed to come out
in the next flight

and he never made it.

Nhi wanted to stay,

but I convinced her
he’d be all right,

that it was the only way.

How’d the Russians
contact you?

Hanoi contacted Nhi first.

They strung us out
for over a year,

finally turned us over
to a Russian.

You really think
you can pull this off?

I figured I’d make
a navigational error

and be forced down
in their territory.

In time, I’d be exchanged.

You said
you’d ditch the plane

before
you’d turn it over?

That’s exactly
what I was gonna do.

I’ll call in an emergency
and have to ditch

before I get
to the island.

I figured they would give me
my boy just for trying.

Do you really believe that?

It will work

if you just stay
out of it, Hawke.

I can’t stay out of it.

What would you do
if it was your son?

You owe it to Sam.

He saved your life

when it still meant
something to you.

I never told you that.

What about it, Hawke?

Pay Sam back.

A man has a right
to see his son.

No, not a chance.

Just hold on, Dom.

I can’t have
an excitable man

making precision
adjustments on it.

You see what I mean?
You’re not even
thinking straight.

Look, you can’t say a thing
about it on the phone.

Archangel probably
has you tapped.

That only saves me
from having

to make a direct call
to Michael.

Now just don’t you
pick up a tail.

Me? Nobody tails me.

Then I can trust you
to handle everything?

Doesn’t my saying "no"
mean anything to you?

Only when you mean it.

See you later.

Oh, Michael,
you’ll find that

if you add some
pine-scented detergent
to your scrub water,

you’ll give your bathrooms
that fresh outdoor aroma.

All right, we’re taking off
in three sections.

Winter and Jones,
Corpus Christi,

Sims and Luis to Orlando,

and I’m taking the Alaska
round with Hawke.

These flight plans
and refueling points

read like
a crossword puzzle, Sam.

That’s exactly
how they’ll read

the foreign satellite radar.

Now, I wanna use low-level

flying whenever possible,

desert and water.

Let’s make this
as difficult as we can.

For who?

I didn’t think
this was still a secret.

Maybe not.

We’re not
advertising either.

Any further questions?

All right then.
Good luck to you all.

Hawke, I’d like to see you
for a second.

Everything going the way

you want it so far?

Well, the flight plan
ought to put enough gaps

in the radar to keep
air defense busy.

Unless we messed them up
too much

and they call
the flight back.

Once you take off,
there’s no turning back.

You just go deaf and dumb,

and you do just
what I tell you.

Thank you.
You want to tell me now
how you’re going to do it?

With a helicopter.

Eagle Flight,
you’re cleared for takeoff.

Eagle Flight rolling.

We’ve just passed
the point of no return.

Roger.

Sir, I’ve lost contact
with Eagle Three.

Give ’em a call.
Could be atmospheric.

You’re a janitor.

You see how clean
that desert is?

You’ll get a radio signal

when it’s time to take off.

Resume your present
flight plan.

How am I gonna explain
you’re not with me?

You won’t have to.

Sure is cold out here.

Cold?
You call this cold?

I remember
the time your dad and me

were ferrying planes
from Tuli to England.

We had a stopover
in Iceland.

It got so cold on one flight
that the engines froze

right in the middle
of the air

and we couldn’t come down.

Ah...

that ought
to warm you up.

Yeah.

2,000,

4,000...

8,000...

12,000.

There he is.

Eagle Three, base.

Eagle Three to base.

Three, we’ve been unable
to raise you

for the past 20 minutes, over.

Sorry, base.

I had a pressurization
leak indicated.

I dropped to Angels 10
to check it out.

Three, are you declaring
an emergency?

Negative.
Negative.

It’s a malfunction light.

I’m climbing back
to Angels 30.

Roger, Eagle Three.
Clear at 300.

Keep an eye on him.

If he drops off again,
I want to know.

Yes, sir.

Well,
we got away with it so far.

Sure.

Now all we have to do
is attack Russia,

steal a kid,

and try not to get caught
by our own government.

In the meantime,
I still don’t know

what all these knobs
and-and buttons are for.

I wouldn’t sweat it, Dom.

If you touch
that eject button,

you’d be the first to know.

Ha.

- Hey, what’s that?
- Turn on the descrambler.

Oh, sure.

No, that’s not the one.

OK, which one is it?

Upper left,

right next
to the strike missiles.

Be careful.

Good afternoon,
Stringfellow.

I don’t suppose
you’d consider

giving me your coordinates.

Dom’s the navigator here.

Oh, good then.
At least the cockpit

has been freshly scrubbed.

How long did it take you

to figure out
what I was gonna do?

When you disappeared

on the radar screen.

Hawke,

I’d like to see you
bring the boy back,

but we’ve got to keep
the plane.

Amazing.

Behind that impeccable
white suit beats a heart

of recyclable plastic.

That’s very good, Dominic.

Hawke, please give him
a sugar cube

and a pat on the neck
for me.

I may not be accurate
about your location,

but I can sure make
an educated guess

as to your destination.

Can I assist?

Yeah, you can feed my dog.

How’d you know I was--

Sometimes, Hawke,
you amaze even me.

Good luck.

How come
Archangel’s "Good luck"

always sounds
like "Good-bye"?

Turn on that radar scanner.

Um, do I guess

or will you give me
a hint?

It’s the green lights

next to the chain gun power.

Oh.

It says here
we’re 2.5 miles

from Nome, Alaska.

What ever happened
to that flying

by the seat-of-your-pants
stuff?

All that went out
when designers

started writing their names
on your behind.

Ferry Three to control.

- Eagle Three, go.
- Ferry Three.

I’ll be dropping altitude
and altering directions.

This is not an emergency.

I repeat this is not
an emergency.

Negative, Eagle Three,
maintain your present

heading and altitude.

You are not authorized
to deviate

from the flight plan, over.

Strap her down, Dom.

Hey,
why not let those people

mow their own lawns, huh?

Increasing speed.

I can’t think
of any way to help him.

Short of an
invasion of Russia.

All we can do is be
restrained spectators.

Too bad.
He’s very capable man.

Hawke or Dominic?

I never met
Dominic Santini.

Well, he’s not nearly
as attractive

as Stringfellow.

Well, I hope
both of them make it.

for professional reasons,
I’m sure.

Of course.

String, it’s time

for some serious thoughts
of religion.

We just crossed
our protective zone.

We’re approaching
foreign territory.

Slowing.

I wanna match
Ferry Three’s airspeed.

Hey, you invite anyone else
on this trip?

- How many?
- Four.

The readout says MiG-23,
20 miles away.

Now will you act
a little worried?

Check the ground scanner.
See what’s at the airstrip.

Three low buildings,

some equipment,
and a radar trailer.

Which one shows
the most heat

on the scanner?

The one on the west end.

It’s giving off
the hottest signals.

That’s where
our man will be.

I’ll blind them.
You make them deaf.

You’re forgetting the MiGs.

We’ll send them
a decoy missile to chase.

You ready?

Will you take "No"
for an answer?

Sure.

They’re deaf,
but they’re not blind.

We’re coming in like a jet.

You know the procedure.

I know we never did it
right once.

There’s always a first time.

Targeting countdown.

Yeah, yeah.
All right, I’m ready.

And you’ve got
all the firepower.

Be ready to cut turbos.

Come on, kid,
we’re heading back

for the land of hamburgers
and heartburn.

Are you my father?

You’ll know him
when you see him.

Get the ball now, boy.

Of course,
you’re gonna receive

a reprimand
on your service record

for not arriving
in Alaska with Roper.

That mean I ain’t
gonna make general?

I certainly hope so.

Have you considered
a career in airplane theft?

You know, I still
haven’t quite figured out

how you managed
to keep switching planes

and still keep our radar
in the dark.

You’ll have to ask Dominic
about that.

Dominic’s not talking to me.

I’d like to keep it
that way.

Well, if you’ll excuse me,

I think I’ll just go stare
at the lake.

Looking at them,

I know it was all worth it.

Maybe it’s about time

for some truth
about Ho Minh.

Ho Minh’s
last name is Roper.

It always has been.

I guess I got to live
with that answer.

It’s the only answer
I’ll ever give.

Fair enough.

If your son ever needs me,

I’ll be there.

You have to be.

We’re giving him
an American name.

What’s that?

Guess.

Stringfellow’s no name

for a kid like that.