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Can’t we go up
just a little?

I can’t. The Russians
would pick us up on radar.

My orders
are to get you out.

You would separate
a man from his family?

Hey, I’m not running
a shuttle bus service.

The odds are 50/50.
That Hawke is flying Airwolf
into a trap.

Hawke doesn’t know
the odds.

Nyet.

You may be
his only hope for escape.

So you have other options?

Of course. We could
always invade Russia.

Moses will make his way
to that hunting cabin.

It’s in a remote section
of the Urals,

about 90 kilometers
east of Sverdlovsk.

Marella will give you
precise coordinates

for Airwolf’s computer.

Moses?

If you would read
the dossier, Stringfellow,

instead of just looking
at all the pretty pictures,

you would know
that Vladimir Rostoff’s

code name is Moses.

- Cute.
- Thank you.

I don’t think
either of you realizes

the seriousness
of the situation.

- Yes, sir.
- If Moses has blown

his cover after 22 years,

it has to be
for something big.

He’s risen higher
than we’d dared hope.

Kept us out of at least
a dozen small wars,

and maybe, on a couple
of occasions, the big one.

And now, he’s thrown
all that away

and whatever it’s worth.

So you can bet it has to be

for something
damned important.

Who’s this?

Natalya and Tanya Rostoff.

So he’s got a family?

He’s been there 22 years.

I assume you’ve got
a refueling tanker

somewhere in
the Norwegian basin.

Yes.

That’s still
a 3,000-mile round-trip

through Russian airspace.

Airwolf can make it,
but not with five people.

She can
if you strip the armament.

You’re asking me
to fly Airwolf into Russia

without any guns?

It’s the only way.

It’s not exactly
like pulling a mole

- out of Indian territory.
- I told you.

He’s got something big or
he wouldn’t be coming out.

Rostoff is
no ordinary agent.

On his first assignment
he was decorated

for saving the life
of a fellow agent

when the mission went sour.

Marella.

That agent’s name is
Michael Coldsmith
Briggs III.

Code named--

Archangel.

That has nothing
to do with it.

Of course not.

Will you take the mission?

"The third," huh?

I wouldn’t throw stones,
Stringfellow.

Sir,

could I play devil’s
advocate for a moment?

I encourage you to.

Well, some of our
sister agencies suspect

that we’re in liaison
with Hawke and Airwolf.

They haven’t been
able to prove it.

No, sir.
But you can be sure
that if they suspect,

so do the Russians.

And that this
might possibly be

an elaborate effort
by the Soviets

to capture Airwolf.

Anything is possible,

but it’s not very probable.

I agree, unless one
of two things has happened.

the Soviets
have uncovered Moses

and are using him,
giving him something

that he thinks
is so important

he’s got to bring us
in to extract him.

No. If the KGB
uncovered him,

they wouldn’t risk
his slipping away

in a ruse
to capture Airwolf.

Two...

he’s been living in Russia
for over 20 years.

He’s got a wife,
daughter, friends.

He may have turned.

I didn’t say
you would like it.

I think it stinks.

Yes, sir.

I assume
you’ve run these scenarios

of yours
through the computer?

Yes, sir.

I took the statistics
from all

our counterintelligence
agencies,

both foreign and domestic,

who operate
deep undercover agents.

I cross-referenced them
with those that have turned

and added the psychological
probability

of change
due to midlife crisis,

sexual promiscuity,
children reaching--

Damn it, Marella!
What’s the bottom line?

The odds are 50/50

that Hawke is flying Airwolf
into a trap.

It’s the stupidest
plan I ever heard.

Some Ruskie out hunting
bear with a bow and arrow
could bring us down.

They’d better have
armor-piercing arrows.

Oh, you know what I mean.

Yeah.
You don’t like the plan.

I think it stinks.

You got a better one?

You bet.
Let’s not go at all.

No matter how many times
I see her,

she still
takes my breath away.

Yeah.

10 bucks
it’s an SR-71.

Harrier jet.

What the hell
would we be doing
refueling a harrier

within spitting distance
of Russia?

I don’t know the mission.
I just know it’s a harrier.

Why else would we be using a
straight line refueling rig?

An sr-71 uses a straight
line refueling rig.

I didn’t know that.

That’s why you're
gonna lose 10 bucks.

captain, I-I...

I have an, an aircraft
approaching for hookup.

What is it?

I’d rather not say, sir.

According to the computer,

we’ll be penetrating Soviet
airspace in six minutes.

Right.

That’s all
you got to say?

For now.

We’re going on the deck
the rest of the way.

Oh.

I was afraid it’d be
something like that.

What do you call
"on the deck"?

Oh, about 50 feet,
give or take a few.

It ain’t the 50 feet
I’m worried about.

It’s the give or take.

Uh-oh.

I got two bogies.
Angels 30.

Closing fast
on a heading of 015.

MiGs?

MiG-23s.

Hey, I thought
this was Finland.

I don’t think the Soviets
pay too much attention

to road signs
around their borders.

Hang on.

They’re directly overhead.

Altitude?

Angels 30.

I’m absorbing 90%
of their radar scan.

They’re maintaining
altitude.

Heading northeast.

Hey, I don’t think
they spotted us, String.

Ooh, when the sun
goes down here,

it really goes down, huh?

Well, it comes up
just as fast.

We have about eight hours
this time of the year.

Three in, three out,

and two to pick Moses up.

Uh-oh.
Maybe less.

Those MiGs are descending
and coming back.

Now, why would they
do a thing like that?

Well, Dom,
they might’ve spotted us.

They’re climbing.
I think they lost us.

Oh, my God, nobody
can fly blind this low.

I know.

- Then pull up.
- I can’t.

The Russians would
pick us up on radar.

It’s better than
in little pieces.

Oh, String, this is nuts.

Those MiGs gone?

Yeah, moving off the grid
to the north.

Turn on my helmet view.
It’s a CC Panel.

Mamma mia!
What is that?

SLAS.

Starlight
amplification system.

It amplifies available light
a million times.

Turns night into day.

Oh,
that’s great, String.

But now that
the MiGs are gone,

can’t we go up
just a little?

Yeah, I guess
we can ease up a few feet.

Thank you.

Well,
if they haven’t snagged

a snowdrift
or been run over

by a herd of reindeer,

they should be approaching
that cabin just about now.

Then one way or another
we should know
what’s happening soon.

We won’t,
but they will.

Knightsbridge,
this is Angel One.

I’m five miles out
over the main gate.

Request a Jericho approach
to the pad.

Angel one,
Knightsbridge.

Approach approved.
You are cleared to land.

According to the computer,

we’re within 10 kilometers
of the cabin.

No, wait.
You better slow down.

We’re four, three,
two, one.

String, I got a heat source
at 3 o’clock,

100 meters up.
Could be human.

Hit the lights.

Invite him
into the clearing.

Right.

Hey, see
if you can get him

to look up, will you?

I said
get him to look up,

not scare the hell
out of me.

Sorry. Is it him?

A little older,
but it’s him.

You got any other
heat sources?

- Nope.
- That’s too bad.

Why,
you looking for trouble?

No. But if Rostoff’s
bringing his family out,

there ought to be
two other heat sources

somewhere in this area.

Rostoff?

I came to take you
home, Moses.

Thought you were
Soviet military.

Why? Are they hunting you?

I must assume so.

They may have deduced by now
it was no accident.

What?

I’ve been without sleep
for three days.

My thinking
is a bit muddled.

I stole a biological weapon.

Covered the theft
by creating an accident.

A fatal accident.

Some of them
were my friends.

- Must be some weapon.
- It is.

It’s air-carried.
Lethal in two seconds.

Totally undetectable
and untraceable.

The only deterrent
is for both sides to have it

then each will fear
retaliation.

Archangel was right.

You are an exceptional man.

How is Michael?

Oh, he’s a little
the worse for wear.

But he’s still recruiting
the most beautiful,

intelligent women
in the world.

I used to think that would
be his... downfall.

Now I think
it may be his strength.

We gotta get going.

Yes, of course.

Where is your family?

They’re waiting at Kirivitz,
200 kilometers east of here.

Hey, I’m not running
a shuttle bus service.

I didn’t know how long
it would take the firm
to extract me.

Couldn’t risk my family
being caught here with me.

My orders are
to get you out.

You would separate
a man from his family?

- If I had to.
- Yes.

That’s why I left the serum
I stole with my wife.

Your helicopter,
it’s incredible.

Mach 1 plus.

We have nothing like this.

What do you mean "we"?

I mean the Soviets.

IR Jamming.
Automatic defense system.

Stealth mode.

A choice
of 14 offensive weapons.

We wish.

We had to strip
the guns to--

- Dom.
- Huh?

Have you got that readout
on Kirivitz?

Of course.

You had to trade
weight for fuel.

You have nothing
to shoot with, do you?

I always save
a little something.

Kirivitz.

Agra community.
1,200 people.

62 degrees north,
51 degrees west.

My family will be
at my wife’s brother's farm,

north of the village.

Hey, String.

There’s a soviet missile
complex

all around Kirivitz.

It’s gotta have more
security than Fort Knox!

Those missiles were removed
three months ago.

Those silos are empty
and so are the barracks.

It’s part of
the air defense
rotation program.

Yeah, but that’s
not what the computer says.

Then the computer
is wrong.

Archangel gave us the latest
tapes for this mission.

Then there is obviously
an intelligence lag.

Or you’re lying.

We are how far
from the farmhouse?

10,000 meters.

Amazing.

I count five people.

My family
and Turgyev’s wife and son.

- What do you think, Dom?
- why ask me now?

I don’t think we should have
taken this job
in the first place.

I think we should have
gone home from the cabin.

And I think we’re walking
right into a trap.

And I think
that you’re gonna do

whatever you’re gonna do,
no matter what I think.

So why you asking me
what I think?

Hey, sorry.

There is a missile silo
a mile to the west

and another
a mile and a half south.

They’re both connected
to the road

that’s in front of the farm.

As I said, they are empty,
so you can take your pick.

- Dom?
- Now, let’s see.

I’ve got a small clearing.

Big enough,
but not too big.

There’s a creek
that runs through it

to the farm,
about 1,500 meters

on a heading of 215.

OK.

Nice, huh?

Turgyev has a great voice.

He used to sing
in the army choir.

Kind of catchy. Where’ve
I heard that before?

It’s a song of bloodshed,
of struggle, of glory.

A song of the revolution.

Revolu--
Oh, now I remember.

You mean I’ve been humming
that communist song?

Think of it
as a Russian version

of "Yankee Doodle Dandy."

Hey, hold on a minute,
let’s have a look.

Just your family, huh?

Turgyev’s in
the local militia.

- They must be his friends.
- Oh, really?

Probably on a routine patrol

checking the empty
missile silos.

To guard against vandalism.

With AK-47s?

- I’ll get rid of them.
- No.

You yourself said
we were on a tight schedule.

Did you ever think
that maybe your accident
has been discovered

and they’re here
to pick you up?

They don’t send
the local militia

for that, Mr. Hawke.

Hey.

Shoot me,
you lose the serum.

And you lose your life.

The 1800
situation report is in.

Well?

There’s unusual
Soviet Air activity

near the Manchurian border.

Over 2,000 miles
from Airwolf.

A satellite was
launched at 1200 Zulu time

from their space center
at Baikonur.

Orbit?

North-south elliptical,

covering England, France,

- Italy.
- They’re beefing up

their MR
missile-spotting network.

Armored activity
near Polish border.

There was a work stoppage
at Lodz yesterday.

The Russians are just
flexing their muscles.

And the rest
was on the 1200 report.

What is it?

An update in
the communication section.

"Increased radio traffic
on KGB frequencies

throughout
the Central Urals.

Specifically in
the Sverdlovsk area."

It’s beginning to look like
you could be right.

Hmm, beautiful.

Sounds like one of them
sad Italian arias, huh?

It’s a song
about a young couple

who die
of unrequited love.

Romeo and Juliet.

This was sung
on the steppes of Russia

long before Shakespeare
was born.

He probably stole
the idea from us.

There you go with
that "us" again.

I am Russian,
Mr. Santini.

I thought you were
an American.

I was born
in a coal-mining town

in Pennsylvania,
of Russian parents.

I was rocked to sleep
to Russian lullabies.

I celebrated Christmas
on January 5th.

Prayed to God in a Russian
Orthodox Church.

And when I fell in love,

it was with a Russian girl.

I am American by birth

and political conviction.

But my heart and soul

is Russian.

Hmm.

Hey, enough of this.

Rostoff, we don’t
have time for this.

You should have told
your daughter earlier.

Yes. You should have.

Hey, she speaks English.

And French and Italian.
We are not ignorant!

If you speak English,
speak English.

Nyet!

I don’t think
she likes us, String.

- Neither do I.
- In your place

I wouldn’t like us much, either.

But the reality is,
your husband has
to leave Russia

- or he’s gonna be shot.
- Nyet.

Da.

English, please.

My brother
does not speak English.

Then he’s excused.
The rest of you aren’t.

Have you got that serum?

In the bedroom.

Hold on a minute.

You say your
brother-in-law’s

in the militia,
where does he keep his gun?

Also in the bedroom.

Dom.

Yeah, sure.

Tanya, I like your spunk.

But if you don’t start
speaking English,

I’m gonna spank your butt.

Stop it, Tanya.

I’m doing
what I feel I must.

Not for America, for people.

For Russians and Americans.

By betraying our country?

It’s not a simple
matter of betrayal.

It seems simple to me.

That’s because
you are young and naive.

Perhaps. But I am old enough

to know that I will not
betray my country!

Nor I mine.

But Russia is your country.

No, Tanya.
Russia is my heritage.

The United States
is my country,

and I took an oath
to protect it,

even if it costs me
my life.

I suppose it’s just
the local militia

dropping by
for some tea, huh?

They know the lab
was not an accident.

Is it Russian?

Never mind.

We can try
for your helicopter

if one of us decoys them.

Do not move
or I will shoot!

On the count of three,

Douse that light.

And you get that lamp.

And then hide behind
that stove.

- You ready?
- Da.

One. Two.

Three.

Anybody hit?

No.

Don’t shoot!

If my reflexes
were just a little faster,

you’d have been
a dead bunny.

I was counting on that.

T-Turgyev?

He’s OK.

Took off toward the road,
I think.

What is it?

Get down!

He’s not trying to kill us.

Yeah? You couldn’t
prove it by me.

No, he’s shooting high.

Or trying
to keep us pinned down

till they get
ground support.

We’ll have to decoy him
to get out of here.

I will do it
if you will get

- my family out.
- No, papa. No!

We will not go
without you.

Nyet!

Nyet.

Hey, Moses,
I don’t know
what they’re saying,

but it sounds like
"no" to me.

I’m not gonna haul
two screaming, kicking women

through the woods
in the dark.

Not when there’s
another way.

What other way?

Hey, she ain’t got
no guns, remember?

And in case
you hadn’t noticed,

he does.

Yeah, well,
I figure that’ll just about

make it even.

Do you want
something to eat?

What?

Can I get you a sandwich
or some hot soup?

- I could send to...
- Oh, no, no.

Thank you, no.

Oh, not yet,
please, Marella.

I wanna enjoy the sunset.

I’m sorry.

For what?

For being right.

Don’t write
this mission off yet.

But it’s sunrise
over the Urals.

Hawke was to rendezvous
with the tanker...

...15 minutes ago.

That doesn’t mean
he’s failed.

Just that he’s late.

Sir, if I were
to put this mission

through my computer
right now,

the odds would be
a thousand to one

- against it.
- Probably higher.

But we’ve got
one thing going for us.

What?

Hawke doesn’t know the odds.

He must hate me.

Who, Turgyev?

Nah.

Not the way
he greeted you last night.

Oh, he, he may be hurt
and angry.

But given time,
he’ll remember all
the good things between you.

You say you sang together?

All the time.

Our families used to say

we drove them crazy,
but they loved it.

Especially the children.

He’ll remember.

You’re a philosopher,
Mr. Santini.

Me?

Nah.

I’ve just lived a little.

And I’d like to continue.

I wonder what the hell
he’s up to.

It is over.

No. We ain’t finished yet.

At least he got out
with the serum.

What are you talking about?
Hawke?

Of course.

He did what he had to do:
get the serum back.

Yeah, well,
you don’t know Hawke.

I’m gonna teach you
to sit up there
and make life miserable.

Whoo-hoo!

Who needs guns?

Get in! Get in!

I still can’t figure
Sgt. Tembrusco.

He’s flown on and off
as my crew chief

for five years.

I’ve never seen him
act so weird before.

Maybe that’s why.

I don’t follow you.

Well, he knows
it’s a harrier.

He just didn’t want you
to lose the bet.

It was not a harrier.
It was an SR-71.

Then why didn’t
Tembrusco say so?

I don’t know.
Something’s wrong.

- This is the first flight
he’s missed since--
- Capt. Nuzo,

I have an aircraft
approaching for hookup.

Same bet?

You’re on.

Airman,
what’s your name, son?

Uh, Airman Munga, sir.

What kind of aircraft
is that, Munga?

Uh, type, sir?

That’s right, airman.

What type?

Uh,
it’s a helicopter, sir.

Where’d you get this guy?

I was wrong.

Hmm?

What?

0600 Zulu.

Aircraft linkup with
refueling tanker tango

over the Norwegian Basin.

0547 confirmed.

Hawke did it!

Well, try
to control yourself.

Yes, sir.

You’re acting like a trainee

on her first mission
instead of--

Whoo! He did it!

All right.

I haven’t had halupkis

since I was a kid.

And my friend Milo’s mom,

they were Russian too.

She made it for me.

And then there was
a special soup

that she used
to make for Christmas.

With, uh, pasta and,

uh, little meatballs.

I never heard of that.

Oh?

Well, maybe that was
Ling Soo’s mom.

They were Chinese,
you know.

So, uh, tell me,
Mr. Rostoff.

What was Michael like
in the early days?

"Early days"?

You make me sound ancient.

Michael, you do look
a little the worse for wear.

All earned
in the line of duty.

Tanya?

Give her time, Vlad.

Well, you haven’t
answered my question.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Well, in the beginning,
Michael was...

a bit of a womanizer.

What?

Do you, uh--
Have you made any plans?

Now that you’re back
in the United States,

Do you know
where you want to go?

Kind of pretty, huh?

It is not so beautiful...

as Russia.

Yeah. From what I saw,

that was a really
beautiful country.

Not commercial
like United States.

I guess
you’ll be going back.

Of course.

Just as soon
as Mama and Papa...

I will never give up Russia.

Never.

Nobody is
asking you to, Tanya.

You can’t give up
what’s in your heart.

You mean I will not be
forced to become American?

Well...

I’m sure there'll
be a lot of people

that’ll try
to Americanize you.

That’s only natural.

You might even find out
some things

about this country
you like.

- Like what?
- I don’t know.

Music, books, films.

Fast foods.

But most of all, the freedom
to accept or reject

our culture or our politics
as you see fit.

Prove it.

That’s something you'll have
to find out for yourself.