All language subtitles for Airwolf - S01E12 - To Snare a Wolf.srt - eng(2)

Next on Airwolf.

D.G. Bogard, he’s got me.

He wants you.

Maybe he will get me.

He gets you,
he gets Airwolf.

I have no compunction
about blowing you

and your machine
out of the sky.

I am a pilot.

I fly most things,
including your chopper.

Hold your positions,
we can’t go further.

You can’t come this way.

You’ll wind up
in a million pieces.

It’s Hawke's choice.

Let him die with it.

You killed Hawke!

This briefing
is from file A56-7W,

classified top-secret.

Subject is Airwolf.

A Mach 1-Plus
attack helicopter

with the most advanced
weapon system

in the air today.

It has been
hidden somewhere

in the Western
United States

by its test pilot,
Stringfellow Hawke.

Hawke has promised
to return Airwolf

only if we can find
his brother St John,

an MIA In Vietnam.

We suspect that Archangel,
deputy director

of the agency
that built Airwolf,

is secretly helping Hawke

in return for Hawke’s
flying Airwolf

on missions
of national concern.

Stringfellow Hawke is 34,
a brilliant combat pilot,

and a recluse since his
brother’s disappearance.

His only friend
is Dominic Santini,

whose air service
is the cover

for their government work.

With Hawke and Santini
flying as a team at speeds

rivaling the fastest jets,

backed by unmatched
firepower,

Airwolf is too dangerous
to be left

in unenlightened hands.

Finding it is your
first priority.

T-minus 10, 9, 8...

...7, 6...

We go
for main engine start.

We have main engine start.

And ignition...

and liftoff.

Men,
we have 72 hours.

More than enough time
to accomplish

an intensive satellite scan
of the Southwest region.

This is the route
of the satellite.

It includes all
of the possible locations.

It will circle
every 92 minutes,

the time decreasing

as the circle tightens
and adjusts.

Is that enough time?

That’s all I have.

It took all the power
of the department

to get me this much.

Sorry, sir.

Since we won’t fail,

there’s no need
to apologize.

When the target’s
been located,

we’ll switch to radar
and heat-seeking devices

and release
the satellite back

to its space agency
function.

I assume everything else
is on schedule.

The strike force will be

available in 12 hours.

The surveillance
and inside people

are already in the area.

Then I’ll either
destroy Airwolf

or fly it back
to Washington myself.

They sure
don’t spare any expense

on these war exercises,
do they?

You know,
this is gonna make a hell

of a training film.

I mean, just wait
till you see

that B-52 bomb run.

They chew up everything
in their way.

First time I saw one
of those Air Force films,

I thought I was back over
in Germany during the war.

Of course, back then,
we had Messerschmitts

to deal with, you know?

- Ah. But...
- Did you get the shot?

Yeah, I got it.

Great shot too.

This is Archangel.

Santini One, come in.

Uh-oh, I think we died
and went to...

Michael,
we’re not scrambled.
Where are you?

Take a heading
due west at 50 feet.

You’ll find me.

Santini One
to ground control.

Come in, Santini One.

I think we shook
loose one

of our camera mounts.

We better come down
and check ’em.

All right, well, listen,
Sergeant Nash

is an expert
on air photography.

Come on in. I’ll have him
give you a hand.

Uh, if we need him, we’ll
use him-- have him stand by.

We’ll just check 'em
ourselves first.

Well, remember, we’ve got
a time element here.

Yes, sir,
I understand.

We’ll do our very best
to keep to it. Out.

You think
he has that chopper

washed every day?

Well, probably
with him in it.

I’m working for another
government agency today.

What’s so important?

D.G. Bogard, he’s got me.

He wants you.

So who’s D.G. Bogard?

Department
of Public Security.

He’s got
an undersecretary title,

but he’s actually
a top operative.

You’re his assignment

And, therefore, the most
important thing in his life.

Don’t worry about it.

Easy for you to say,

difficult for me to do.

It’s been tried
before, Michael.

Not by this man.

And not with such
organization and financing.

Airwolf is about to become
the recipient

of a high-intensity
satellite survey.

That’s quite a mouthful.

It requires above-average
oral dexterity.

However, that doesn’t change
the fact

that satellite
survey photography

of remote sections
of the West Coast

could turn up Airwolf.

I can only offer you
a printout of the gaps

in the satellite schedule.

You might hide Airwolf
in one of those gaps.

I won’t be
available to you.

I’m sure
we’ll be able to manage.

Have a nice vacation.

He’ll be sitting
in a senate subcommittee

trying to answer
a series of allegations

that could be
a disaster to the firm.

- Oh?
- Bogard?

Yes.

You gonna come out
OK, Michael?

I like to think positive.

It’s just a stall.

But it leaves you
without my cover

for the 72-hour period
of the search.

All I can do is warn you.

You’re still on your own.

You know we could always
give him Airwolf.

No way in hell.

Santini, we can’t afford
to fall behind schedule.

We’re synchronized
with a B-52 bomb run

that’s departing
out of Baltimore.

Oh, we’ll be ready
to shoot tomorrow.

Hey, man,
we’ll cash in

on that schedule,
believe me.

Col. Ellinson
doesn’t want to hear

about your equipment
breakdowns.

Now, the US Government

is picking up the tab
for this film.

And they’ll get
every penny’s worth.

I’m here
to ensure they do.

It couldn’t be
in better hands, sir.

How can you be sure
it’ll all be ready by then?

You know, once those 52s
take off, there’s no abort.

I mean, these guys fly
radio silent the whole way.

This is a simulated
atomic attack.

I got a spare camera mount

that I can rig
in a few hours.

I just got to get
to it, that’s all.

Look, I’m real sorry
about your problems,

but I got to get
a better time schedule

to the colonel,
or I’m gonna be

the oldest private
in the Air Force.

All right, I’ll tell you
what I’ll do.

You just give me an hour
to figure it out,

and I’ll radio back.
How’s that?

Well, I guess I can stay

out of the colonel’s way
for an hour.

- Ah, you’re a gentleman.
- No.

Officers are gentlemen.

Sergeants like me
just make things happen.

I owe you.

God,
she looks beautiful.

Yeah.

But beautiful or not,

where are we gonna hide it?

In one of those
satellite gaps

Archangel showed us.

I still don’t see
how that satellite

could pick up Airwolf.

High-resolution
photography

could look right down
a chimney and spot it.

Mayday.
This is a Mayday.

This is Stearman
01544 Charlie.

Dominic,
you copy that Mayday?

I heard it, String.
Did you get a bearing?

Manifold pressure...

Yeah. Bearing 285.

Weather radar shows
a king-sized cold front

moving in
from the Northwest.

It takes a special kind
of fool to fly

- in weather like that.

By the time you get there,
it’ll be gone.

This is a Mayday...

Those thunder
bumpers have moved off,

And I’ve just about
got him pinned.

Dominic, take
a heading of 270,

about 20 miles.

270. You got it.

I can’t hang
around any longer.

I got to hide this baby.

Hey, buddy,
looks like you made it.

Do I look like a "buddy"?

What the hell is a woman
doing out here?

OK,
make up your mind.

You want to yell
at a man or a woman?

Both!

It takes two kinds of fool

to fly a stearman
into a storm all alone

and way out here
in the middle of nowhere.

And-and-and
and-and-and...

You done?

- Yeah.
- Good.

I usually fly alone when
I don’t have passengers.

It just sort of
works out that way.

Oh, I can see you’re not
in the mood for subtlety.

What does that mean,
that I have to walk?

Walk where? There’s nothing
around here for 30 miles.

That’s right, and then
there’s the Turner Ranch,

due east,

sitting in the sun,
worn but proud.

Listen, I’d call
a limousine,

but I-I think I’m
in the wrong neighborhood.

You know,
There is no neighborhood.

I mean, am I getting
through to you, mister?

- Look, lady
- No. Toni. Toni.

Lady, I’m in a rush.

What do you
expect me to do,

sit out here
and wait for some cowboy

to come riding by?

Look at this place!

I mean, this is
another planet

Salvador Dali country.

W-what do I have to do,
beg for a ride?

I’ll call Air Force
Search and Rescue.

They’ll come pick you up.

and report my little mishap

to the FAA
and my insurance company?

No, thank you.

Listen, if you’re not
gentleman enough

to help a stranded pilot,

then go.

Just go.

Your karma
will take care of you.

What are you
doing here, anyway?

Either we discuss this

in the comfort
of your jet ranger,

which no doubt is heated,

or we do not discuss this
at all.

I’m shivering, and you stand
there and gape?

OK, all right, get in.

Go on, get in.
Here, give me that. Come on.

Don’t touch anything.

Here.

I thought you were
in a rush.

I got a feeling
I’m being hijacked.

I don’t have a .38
in my bag, Mr. Santini.

You want to check it?

How’d you know my name?

It’s all over your chopper.

Oh.

Oh, such eloquent eyes.

They tell me you don’t trust
strange women casually met.

That’s a good
character trait.

Who are you?

I thought you’d never ask.

Antonia Donatelli.

And thank you
for the rescue.

Antonia Donatelli?

Uh, you’re
a nice Italian girl?

Yeah.
You a nice Italian boy?

Hey.

Hey, cinch up, cinch up.

OK.

Yeah.

Ah, this is beautiful.

- You like it, huh?
- Oh, boy.

How about that lake
back there, huh?

That’s not bad either.

OK.

Hey, Tet.

Oh, essence of orchid.
I hope you approve.

Listen,
you make yourself at home.

I’ll be back
as soon as I can.

Wait a minute.
You just can’t abandon me.

Uh, make friends
with Tet.

Where are you going?
How come I can’t come?

When are you coming back?

You ask too many questions.

I can’t help
if I’m the curious type.

I’m two miles
west of the boneyard.

Be there in about
60 seconds.

That’s a roger.
I’m shutting her down.

Pick me up
on the old C-133.

Got it.

OK, where is it?

Hiding in plain sight.

Yeah,
but I don’t see it.

I still don’t see it.

That’s the idea.

It’s wedged in underneath

that C-133 down there.

Oh, yeah,
there she is.

Yeah. Looks safe enough.

Ah, but it just
don’t seem right.

Well, it’s only there
for a visit.

As soon as that
satellite’s photographed

the valley of the Gods,
we’ll move it back.

April 14th.

I’m at the cabin
of Stringfellow Hawke,

who I have not met.

I was abandoned here
by Dominic Santini.

And this cabin is tucked
in between two mountaintops.

Mmm.
Sure smells good.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Vitello alla Parmigiana?

I’ll never say another word
against your cooking.

I swear, String.

It’s eggplant.

Eggpla...?

Well, anyway, it’s Italian.

Listen, I love
vegetarian cooking,

just as long as
somebody else does it.

Have you always been
meatless, Mr. Hawke?

No.

Oh.

Well, I, uh...

I fly prop jets
for Tahoe Airlines.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Nothing.

You’re skeptical,
like Dominic?

That’s OK.
I get lots of that.

You know, I’ve even
had passengers ask

to see my copilot’s
certificate.

You want to see it?

So, you fly prop jets,
and you fly biplanes.

Now, what else do you do?

I write...
in my off time,

- Hmm.
- Which I have a lot

of right now,
since I’ve been furloughed.

The Turners loaned me
their guesthouse

so I could finish my novel,
so, you know.

Why did you
chance the storm?

I don’t know.
I’m an optimist, I guess.

I just thought
I could duck under it.

Under it?
Why not over it?

In an open cockpit?

Ooh. No, thank you.

So, what about you two?

Are you independently wealthy,

or do you both
have rich girlfriends?

W-well, I-I’ve got
an air service, and, um...

I supply planes and pilots

for films and stuff,

and String is a pilot.

Oh, boy, that’s
a fascinating line of work.

I tell you, I am so bored

with straight-and-level
milk-run puddle-jumping

I could spit 10-penny nails.

Do you always scowl
at your guests,

or am I especially
deserving?

Is it because
I didn’t help you cook?

Oh.

Hey, for that,
I’ll do the dishes.

Well, for that,
I’ll get some firewood.

It’s getting chilly in here.

Want to give me a hand, Dom?

Oh, sure.
Excuse me.

She doesn’t add up.

There’s too many things
happening at once here.

- Oh, it’s just a coincidence.
- Maybe.

She was a million miles
away from that lair.

She snagged you.

She snagged me?
All I did was--

Bring her here.

You’re right.

Next pretty lady I meet,

I’m just gonna let her
freeze to death.

And then I’ll introduce her
to you.

In the meantime,
you just relax,

and you’ll live to be
the oldest hermit
in the world.

Oh!

I almost forgot my bag.

You almost forgot to close
your fuel drain line too.

I did?

It must’ve worked loose.
I had it fixed.

Ah, but some things
are better replaced

- than repaired.
- Only if you’ve got

the cash.
It’s all I can do

to keep this baby in fuel.

- Is it OK?
- Oh, keep an eye on it.

Ah, you’re wonderful,
Dominic Santini.

Ooh!

Thank you, Mr. Hawke.

Will we meet again?

It could happen. Why?

I hope it does. Soon.

Clear!

Clear!

Hey, how many pilots
do you know

that can handle
a stearman like that, huh?

Oh, a whole lot.

Yeah, but are they
as beautiful as she is?

This is the section
for the saturation bomb run.

It’s surrounded
by mountains,

and the only thing
semi-alive in the area

that may get
some stray damage

is that aircraft boneyard
20 miles away.

Just how precise
is this precision bomb run?

Very. The red zone
will be saturated

with the TNT equivalent
of one Hiroshima-sized

- atomic bomb.
- That’s when we fly in.

Well, no. We’ll give you
a couple of minutes

for the turbulence
and dirt to settle.

I wouldn’t expect anyone

to fly through
that concentration of fire.

We’ll work on it in editing
and make it look right.

Uh, excuse me a second.

So then you suggest going
up to the north canyon...

Oh, just checking out
the camera mounts.

That’s quite a setup
you got in there.

Yeah, it’s a real precision
piece of equipment.

You have to be awful
careful,

or you’ll shear the pins.

Is that what
happened yesterday?

Uh, no,
we seized a bearing.

Oh, yeah? Where’s that?
I didn’t see

any new bearings.

Well, I’d show you.

I-I’d even be glad
to let you operate it,

but Dominic
is so, uh, protective

about his equipment.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

See you at 0900.

Let’s fire her up.

Well, why are you
flying east?

The cabin’s west.

I don’t think
we’re up here alone.

A million miles
of empty sky,

and you think
we’re being followed?

I know we are.

Bandit on our high four.

I don’t see any bandit.

You will.

I still don’t...
oh, yeah, there.

Hey,
but he’s heading south.

Not anymore.

Coincidence?

There’s no such thing.

What are you looking for?

Hey, what’s that?
Looks like a thermometer.

Yeah, and she knew
right where to stick it.

It’s a homing beacon.

Who, Toni?

Oh, come on,
wait a minute, will you?

Listen, Nash was around.

He-- he could’ve planted
that thing, you know.

I didn’t see Nash inside.

Let’s see if this thing
speaks bandit.

Drop down in that canyon.

Just see if you can lose
him for a few minutes.

Well,
I don’t see him.

Follow that truck.

Good.

Let’s see
if he’ll follow

this load of bacon home
instead of us.

Now hide.
Duck back into the canyon.

He’s taking the bait.

Can we go
home now, please?

I’d like to have a word
with our Miss Donatelli.

Why?
You think she used me?

Boy, you two
sure do get around.

Isn’t this place beautiful
after a storm?

You lied to me.

OK, this place
isn’t beautiful
after a storm.

Why did you lie to me?

What’s the matter,
Dominic?

All right, all right,
uh, straight goods.

I followed you, and then
I lost you in the weather.

I faked the mayday
at first.

At first?

There’s a good reason
for it.

I’ve been trying
to reach you at the studio,

and no one
would put me through.

I called the hangar.
No one’s ever there.

I have
an answering machine.

Did you ever try to convince
an answering machine

to give you a job?

I-I did lie to you
about one thing.

I said I was on furlough
with that airline job

at Tahoe.
Well, I’m not.

I’ve been pink-slipped

because I wouldn’t play
house with the chief pilot.

That’s something
you male pilots

don’t have to contend
with, I hope.

It’s awful hard
to feel sorry for somebody

who is hedgehopping
around the country,

having fun playing pilot.

I am a pilot.

I fly most things,
including your chopper.

See, I don’t own
a car or a house or--

or any fancy wardrobe.

This plane is it.

I don’t want sympathy.
I want to fly...

for Dominic or for anybody
who’ll hire me

without putting
their pawprints all over me.

Let’s go.

I followed you,
Dominic, to meet you,

to show you what I can do
with the stearman.

After that first mayday,

I really did
have engine trouble.

It’s my karma, I guess.

But then I was lost
and scared.

You saw me shaking.
That wasn’t just the cold.

Did you lose a beacon...

a homing beacon
out of your flight bag?

A-a beacon?

Dom, let’s go.

Look, uh...

next time, send a resume.

You don’t believe
her, do you?

I think she’s lying

right through her
pretty white teeth.

Well, I’m not
so sure about that.

I saw something different
in that lady’s eyes--

something nice,
something honest.

Yeah, she’s bright.
She’s quick on her feet.

And she pushes all
the right buttons with you.

You’re seeing agents
and double agents

coming out of the woodwork.

Yeah, satellites,
mystery choppers,

and homing devices.

I think it’s time we reached
some sort of settlement.

It’s really quite simple.

I’m giving you
the opportunity

to capitulate in private.

I want Airwolf.

You can give it to me,
or I can take it.

Officially,
all I can say is

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

Now that you’ve
totally convinced me

of your absolute innocence,
I’d like an answer.

Where is Airwolf?

Well, standing
in the grocery line,

I hear it’s somewhere
between modern history

and current events.

Airwolf was destroyed
in Libya a few months ago.

And Archangel
will be destroyed

by a senate subcommittee
in a few days...

one reason being
his conspiracy with you

in hiding Airwolf.

Let’s cut down the words.

Archangel isn’t
my responsibility.

He can take care
of himself.

Not in this instance.

He’s overmatched,
and so are you.

Maybe so.

I don’t know much about this
spy game. You’re the expert.

All I know is,
as good as you are,

if I’d done anything wrong,
you’d have got me by now.

My satellite will.

Well, you lost me again.

I know Archangel
informed you.

It’s another nail
in his professional coffin.

The printouts
are no longer of any value.

The orbit’s been adjusted.

It’s only a matter
of another few hours

before we locate Airwolf.

So then why are you here?

I don’t want you to think
you have no options

and destroy Airwolf.

You’ve got a "bring
him back alive" clause

in your contract, huh?

Destroying it would be
considered a success.

But that’s not my dilemma.
It’s yours.

I’m close on you...

very close.

When and if you decide
to throw that switch,

how many American agents
will you be blowing up with?

I’m not much into hunting.

I like to fish.

Back off, Hawke!

You know, I think you just
made yourself a trespasser.

I covered this visit with
a Federal search warrant.

I even had the right
to break in.

Aren’t you goin'
a little haywire?

Sounds like to me
you’re just involved

in an Interdepartmental
squabble.

If you win,
you become the office hero.

You can’t win.

Maybe.

There’s a difference
between us

that makes me much stronger.

I have no compunction
about blowing you

and your machine
out of the sky.

I don’t believe
you could do the same.

We’ll never know, will we?

We might.

Santini Air.
Santini Air.

Come on in, Dom.

You got something
against sleep?

No, just plan on getting
a few hours less.

Got to push our call up.

Got some things
to take care of.

I’ll be there.

See you then.

I just had a
nightmare pay me a visit.

His name was D.G. Bogard.

Bogard?
At the cabin?

I’m beginning
to feel like

there are eyes everywhere,
Dom.

It’s not creeping paranoia.

Well,
if they are watching you,

How can you move Airwolf?

I’ve got an idea.

Anybody home?

What’s the matter?

Did you forget
to kick me the other day?

Are you qualified
on jet rangers?

I don’t know. I'm not in
the market for one.

I’m selling a job,
not choppers.

- For me?
- What? You see a crowd?

You better leave the
smart-aleck remarks to me.

When do I start?

Right now.
Get some shoes on.

And what about that arrogant
self-imposed hermit

you usually fly with?

Look, you want the job,
or you just want

to insult my friends?

Could I have them both?

We’re down
to an 18-mile radius.

Airwolf is somewhere
in there.

When we’re within
the 10-mile circle,

we can switch
to our own equipment.

We won’t need
the satellite.

Ready.

I just zipped her up
for you.

You never can tell
when it’s gonna rain again.

Thanks, Dom.

Mr. Bogard!

We’ve got a couple of blips
in and around

- the search pattern.
- What are they?

The one off the pattern
is a chopper.

Probably the Santini unit
headed for the film site.

The other one’s
a light plane,

came from the Turner Ranch.

- Donatelli?
- It looks like it.

They’re headed
into our search area.

Have two units
keep her under visual.

I’m going up.

Let’s go.

Sorry for the delay,
Mr. Santini,

but our bomber flight
flew an evasive action.

We get as much as we can

from these training
missions.

How much of a delay?

Well, you can find
your altitude

- and await the final order.
- I’ll be on my mark.

I’ll be your ground control.

Radio expert.
Camera expert.

Boy, you’re
overqualified, Nash.

Command One.
We’ve got a contact point,

bearing 126, left quadrant.

Ground units,
tighten the circle

to a two-mile radius.

Do not acknowledge.

Air units,
start a crossing pattern.

We are on a visual.

To all ground units,

cross-reference points
Delta 21 and Tango 7.

Converge aircraft boneyard.

We have him.

And here we are,
Mr. Hawke, at last.

Surely you did not expect

a simple deception
to throw me off the scent.

Who tipped you off?

Oh, I can’t tell you that.

Don’t try it, Hawke.

You can’t do it
without bringing us

and you down together.

Don’t tempt me.

Give it up, Hawke,

there’s nothing you can do.

And what if I refuse?

I’ve got a pair of F-4s

sitting on a high cap.

Get yourself
off the range, Dom.

I’m headed your way
with Bogard’s

hunting dogs on my tail.

Somebody tipped him off
about the switch.

I’ll bet I know who.

You may be right.

But listen, String,
you can’t come this way.

Those B-52s
are about to let go.

That’s just
what I’m counting on.

But you’ll wind up
in a million pieces!

Well, wish me luck.

We got to stop
the bombers.

We’re
approaching the bombing

zone, Mr. Bogard.

Keep after him.

Black leader,
this is Silver One.

We have the target in sight
and will stay with him.

We can’t possibly catch
him, Mr. Bogard.

He can’t run from
’em. Just keep going.

He went in.

It’s a bluff.
He’ll pull out.

OK, Bogard, come and get me.

Black leader,
this is Silver One.

We have B-52s dead ahead.

Black leader, silver flight
breaking off pursuit.

Return to the pursuit!

Get back here!
That’s an order!

This is your
last chance, Hawke.

You can live,
or you can die.

Either way, I win.

Just listen
to that man, Colonel.

He’s out of his mind.

You’ve got to send
that cancel code

to those bombers
before it’s too late.

- Nash, what are you doing?
- I’m sorry, sir.

Give me that mic.
That’s an order.

I have to relieve you

of your operational
command, sir.

Mr. Bogard will make the
decision on the bombing run.

- Who the hell is Bogard?
- He’s the Undersecretary

of the Department
of Public Security,

and my boss.

Black leader, this is Nash.

What are your orders
on the bombing run?

Do not cancel
the bombers.

It’s Hawke's choice.

Let him die with it.

Colonel!

Are you Bogard?

Yes, and I’m taking charge
of this operation.

No.

You killed Hawke!

I take full responsibility.

You sure will!

Sergeant,
arrest these two men!

No way you can hold me.

I’ve got a room
with a padlock.

What more do I need?

Br’er rabbit
to br’er fox.

String, are you OK?

I was born
in that briar patch.

Oh!

You know,
I never did like the way

that doggone Airwolf
helmet fit.

But I’d sure never
complain again

after the way that visor
slid right down there,

just in time
to protect my eyes.

It’s activated
by extremely bright light,

a-a precaution
against flash blindness.

You are a lucky man.

I just wish I could have seen
the look on Bogard’s face

when he was arrested.

And by a lowly
Air Force colonel.

That lowly
Air Force colonel

has turned out
to be pretty tenacious.

He’s got Bogard
running scared,

with a little help from me.

Hi.

You all finished with your
classified whispering now?

Hi, Toni.
Come on, sit down, sit down.

OK.

Just one last thing.

Now that we’ve
finally established

that you aren’t looking
for Bogard,

I’d like to say
that you are exactly

the sort of person my firm

is interested in recruiting.

Just a minute there, whitey.

It just so happens
that Toni

is coming to work for me
as my top assistant

stunt pilot, right?

Well...

Oh, boy!