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has come down from the north.

Next, on Airwolf.

We're closing on an aircraft string.

Weapons went to combat mode.

Tom, get control of that autopilot.

Too late.

Airwolf's in a steep dive.

I create airwolf, and I will destroy it.

the ride of a lifetime.

You ain't seen nothing yet, Doc.

My buddy will snake this baby through
those passes like Jean-Claude Keeley.

How's our radar profile, Dom?

Back to 98.7.

As far as radar's concerned, we're
invisible.

Isn't it sad we have to sneak past our
own defenses in order to make progress

toward peace?

From what you told me, the Russian
scientists are even more covert.

They're very brave people.

Every year they risk a life in prison by
breaking away from the official

expedition for a few days to meet with
me.

Our little informal meetings have helped
cool down the arms race a lot, I think.

Amen to that.

Of course. If I'm still on that island
when that Russian mothership returns, I

may be joining them in that prison.

Don't worry. We'll pick you up.

You got my word.

Bering Sea, dead ahead, String.

So long, Alaska.

Hello, Russia.

It says, 1-8-0, due south.

Boy, give me a palm tree any day.

Well, I'm with you, Dom.

No sign of them.

Halfway home, and Norad never knew they
were there.

Sir,

you better take a look at this.

All of a sudden, there are a lot of
targets where there shouldn't be.

What?

What was it? A malfunction in the
system?

I sure hope so.

I don't care what anybody says. I feel
good about this mission.

Hear, hear.

Dr. Roger Burton is a unique individual.

If his work with the international
scientific community didn't have to be

conducted in secret...

He'd have won a whole fistful of Nobel
Peace Prizes by now.

Yeah.

I'd sure hate to see a man like that
fall into the wrong hands.

It'd be a tragedy.

And a propaganda nightmare.

That's why you've got to duplicate your
performance on Friday, Hawk.

You don't have to convince me of that.

Any, um... Any problems with Airwolf?

Yeah, that's the third time you've asked
me that.

It's just a simple question.

Michael doesn't ask simple questions.

Marilla was monitoring the NORAD map
when you came south.

How cozy she had her eye on us.

Well, I couldn't exactly see you, but...
Well, there were several stray targets.

No one could explain them. They
appeared, disappeared.

Several?

From you?

Exactly six.

Well, again...

Nice work.

We'll be watching for you on Friday.

And hoping we don't see you.

You know, I didn't want to say anything
before, but those Airwolf computers were

a little screwy.

Yeah.

Look, let's leap on it.

We'll play test pilot between now and
Friday.

Check it out.

Good idea.

Hey, get another beer?

You ready to try autopilot?

Come on, come on, baby.

Nav system's refusing to engage, String.

We're engaged now. Here comes autopilot.

Hey! What happened?

The autopilot changed course on us.

It can't do that.

It can't, but it did.

The course is due north.

Of course, it wants to go back to the
ice and snow.

Well, you think getting close to the
North Pole has something to do with it?

Maybe.

Well, let's just let it fly for a while.

What's happening?

Okay.

But I feel better with a thumb and four
fingers on the stick.

soon, String.

The Air Force test range is dead ahead.

Disengage. There's no left to go around.

Disengage. No, it's not. I haven't got
control.

It won't disengage.

We're closing on an aircraft, String.

Weapons are at the combat mode.

Tom, get control out of the hull. too
late oh my

god we killed that crew string no it was
a drone

a target plane

i've got control it released

yeah but let's get this baby back to the
layer before something else happens huh

my thoughts exactly

I'm sorry, String.

I'm over my head with this.

You're okay.

Old timer?

Come on, why don't you finish the
sentence?

Hey, you work the keyboard just fine.

Especially for a guy who crank-started
his first car.

I'll crank-start you.

You know, I can't even type a letter.

So how are we going to pick up Dr.
Burtman Friday?

The computer controls and monitors every
system aboard Airwolf. You know that.

We're going to fix it.

Oh? What if we can't?

We can't. There's no such word as can't.
Okay, but we'll need help.

I don't even want to hear his name.

As much as I hate to, we've got to go
with Archangel on this. No way.

Why don't we get a bunch of his whiz kid
computer types and then bring them down

here blindfolded and put them to work
and... Yeah, and then we got the firm's

people in here. How do we get them out?

Look, if we can't program Airwolf's
computers, how are we going to know what

they're going to put in there?

My friend, there comes a time in
everyone's life when you've got to put

your trust in somebody.

We can't fix her.

Archangel can.

We have no choice.

Maybe we do

Good

Don't

overcompensate now

Concentrate. A hard right turn.

You're not concentrating.

Sorry, Dr. Hanson. We have visitors.

Visitors?

Dr. Hanson, you might remember me.

My name is Springfellow Hawk.

Springfellow Hawk?

I wonder if we might have a few words.

Take a break, Stan.

You seem to have changed quite a bit
since the last time I saw you.

Well, yes, I lost a few pounds.

Changed my programming, so to speak.

You seem about the same, though.

Maybe a little older.

This is my friend, Dominic Santini.

Pleased to meet you.

Hello.

So, what did you want to talk about,
Hoff?

Airwolf.

Oh, that was such a tragedy, the way it
was lost.

It was so far ahead of its time.

I always suspected Charles Moffat was
unstable.

You haven't heard the rumors, then?

I mean, among the intelligence
community?

I'm not in the intelligence community.

How could I hear them?

Well, the rumor is that Airwolf has
survived and that Archangel is using it

for special missions.

Why are you telling me this?

Because Airwolf's computer system has
serious problems.

And I understand that you worked on the
original program.

So, you're still with the firm?

Um, not exactly.

I don't understand.

I'd be more than happy to explain it all
to you.

If you promise to help.

Well, I don't know.

Give me some time to think about it.

Would it be all right if we come back
after a while?

Okay.

Just a dull, dedicated scientific type,
huh? Well, the lady's changed.

Just a tad.

This is Charles

Henry Moffat.

I am the creator of Airwolf.

And this is my last will and testament.

It's a special meeting of scientists
that have taken place for several years.

They help diffuse world tension by
sharing information.

The Russians would do a double backflip
if they knew this was going on.

So would our own government.

That's why we've got to get him out of
there in two days.

Well, here we are.

It's beautiful.

Sorry about the blindfold.

No. It's better I don't know where we
are.

Yeah, we didn't want you to end up
playing 20 questions with the firm.

Should I have to be the computer on?

This is my last will and testament.

Airwolf has been instructed to engage
this special program if it failed to

receive a code from me at this time.

I must assume that I am in prison or
dead.

So what will I leave this tacky?

money-grubbing world to remember me by.

I leave a machine out of control, a
machine worthy of that insane

world of theirs.

The wolf has come down from the north,
and your fat little town is safe

no longer.

This is Charles Henry Moffat.

This is my last will and testament.

I think we shut him off.

Moffat foresaw that he might lose
control of Airwolf.

He protected himself like this.

He really was a genius, you know.

Twisted genius.

Gives me the creeps.

It's like a ghost.

Who ever heard of a haunted helicopter?

We see a lot of this in the computer
trade. It's called a logic bomb.

Mamma mia. Not only a ghost, but bombs,
too?

I'll give you the classic example.

A guy is fired from a company with a
computerized payroll.

But before he leaves, he plants a logic
bomb in the central programming.

Now, when the computer senses that his
name is no longer on the payroll, it's

instructed to disrupt the company, say,
by adding a zero to everybody else's

check. Someone making $750 is suddenly
making $7,500.

It can be darn hard to dig out, too, if
it's planted deep enough.

Can you do it?

I used to play a lot of chess with
Moffat.

I usually won.

No chess game.

In a way, it is.

You see, for every move I make, he may
have already programmed a counter move.

Say, if I turn him off today, it
triggers a signal to come back on

tomorrow when I don't expect it.

Complicated. Stick with me, kid.

Like I said, we played a lot of chess.

Maybe we'd better get something to eat.

Good idea.

Do we get a campfire?

What kind of high-tech around here?

Got a gas stove.

Oh, come on. Let's have a little
romance.

Edwards has been instructed to engage
this special program. If it failed to

receive a code from me at this time, I
must assume that I am in prison.

So what will I leave this tacky,
money-grubbing world to remember me by?

Oh, shut up.

That was the craziest thing I have ever
done, landing on that hub.

A submarine? A big one. In the middle of
the Pacific, their computer had a

nervous breakdown.

I was a freelance troubleshooter with a
secret clearance, so...

Ten hours later, there I was doing my
Harry Houdini imitation from a chopper

slung 100 feet above a rolling deck.

You're fixed. Oh, sure.

But for the next 15 days, I was the lone
female in a crew of 120-plus men who had

all been on patrol for 60 days.

Uh-oh.

I learned one thing.

What's that?

Karate.

Seriously, though, they were all
gentlemen.

Is that the salt, Tom?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Say, if you don't mind, I've been
meaning to ask you about that experiment

that you were running in your lab.

Oh.

I'm working on a program that would
enable a man to fly by merely thinking

the maneuvers. A right bank, a dive,
whatever.

and land in a crosswind like a kitten
out of a tree.

You could scoff, but in 20 years, the
way you fly will be obsolete.

Excuse me, but I've been hearing that
word obsolete most all of my life.

And you know what?

We still dig holes with shovels.

So if you had it your way, there'd be
hundreds of combat pilots with nothing

to do.

Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something
to do.

Like they used to say, make love, not
war.

They'll probably come up with a computer
to improve on that.

Maybe.

But like Dom says, we still dig holes
with shovels.

Okay, Marcus, round two.

Wolf has been instructed to engage this
special program.

If it failed to receive a code from me
at this time, I must assume that I am in

prison or dead.

I have a bone to pick with you,
Archangel.

General Gilson, what a pleasant
surprise.

What takes you so far from the beaten
path?

I am hot and I am tired and I want some
straight answers.

As soon as I hear a straight question...
Well, how's this?

Are you testing some kind of stealth
aircraft in NORAD's northern sector?

Stealth aircraft?

You know what it means.

Invisible to radar.

Answer the question.

We are testing nothing.

Then why did my big board light up with
false targets the same day you people

started monitoring our operations?

I don't know.

The Pentagon agreed to provide your firm
with that information over my personal

objections.

Now, I'm warning you.

If you're doing what I think you're
doing, I'll have whatever it is shot out

of the sky.

I hope we understand each other.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You know what I have to do about
Airwolf. I have no choice.

I must assume that I am in prison or
dead.

So what will I leave this tacky,
money-grubbing planet to remember me by?

I leave a machine... What happened?

You okay?

Electric charge.

Electric charge?

It tried to electrocute you? Yeah.

Isn't that great?

Well, that's a significant clue.

I think Moffat's ghost is done for.

I think you've been working too many
hours.

How about some fresh air?

That sounds like a good idea.

Nothing like a change of scenery, is
there?

Yeah.

I guess we don't need this anymore.

Oh.

It's pretty here.

Yeah.

Hawk. Uh-huh?

Let me ask you something.

How do you remember me from those days?

Dedicated, worked long hours.

Committed to the project.

It was my whole life back then, work.

The project, the team, the job.

Home, I fell dead.

Yeah, I hardly believe how much you've
changed since then.

That time I spent on the submarine?

That was back when I looked so terrible.

The whole time I was aboard, they all
treated me like one of the guys.

I hated that.

Well, I sure wouldn't treat you like one
of the guys now.

What? Nothing.

Do it.

No. Accept that.

Good. Now pay attention.

This is my last will and testament.

Airwolf has been instructed to engage
this special program if it failed to

receive a code from me at this time.

Now, goodbye,

Charles Henry Moffat.

Or dead.

She's starting to feel like her old
self.

Hey, come on, Dom. Keep on the turbos.
Let's give this lady a ride for her

money. Okay.

You got traffic. Get ahead.

Slow single engine.

Hey, Don, what's going on? Did you push
on autopilot?

I hate to say it, but we still got
ghosts back here.

Impossible. I erased that entire menu.

Well, the computer doesn't know that.

now is showing that Private Plane is a
target of MiG-23.

Doc, cut it off. I can't.

Try cancel.

Double F.

Tried to kill those people.

Admit? No, we, uh... We replaced the
live ammo with blanks. Just in case.

Now it's turning north.

Always north.

Hey, can you get us back in control?

Auto-engage override is isolated. I cut
it out completely.

Including the diffuser channel.

Type this. Direct to CP.

U-U-U-1-5.

Disengage.

Nothing.

Now it's chasing birds.

Right. You, you, you.

Calm deck.

One five.

Try it.

Get us down fast. That won't last
forever.

I don't know what to say.

I'm sorry.

Well, at least no one was hurt.

It had me completely faked out.

It must be tied to every system aboard,
like some disease spreading.

Are you saying that Airwolf will never
fly again?

Well, I'm gonna dig it up again.

I gotta get Dr. Burton.

Look.

If I had a more powerful computer, I
might be able to override this one and

cancel out the program.

How do you get one on such short notice?

I leave a machine out of control.

A machine worthy of that insane world of
theirs.

The wolf has come down from the north.

And your fat little town is safe no
longer.

This is Charles Henry Moffat.

Moffat? Now Moffat's ghost?

Aren't we ever going to be free of this
maniac?

We wonder the same thing.

What does that psychotic riddle mean,
the wolf has come down from the north?

It's the colloquialism from a novel
by... Thank you?

Our expert.

Says there's more levels.

We don't even know what he wants yet.

Well, whatever he wants, we know it
isn't good. And until we can sort out

those computers, Airwolf should be
grounded.

Um, perhaps we should have some of our
experts take a look at it. Fat chance.

You don't mean take a look, you mean
take back.

And we already had an expert look at it.

Well, not a very good one, judging by
your last flight.

What happens if the next target it
mistakes for a MiG-25 is, in fact, a

747?

Every piece of armament has been taken
off her. Suppose Moffat had a kamikaze

streak.

People's lives are at stake here.

Your lives. What about Dr. Burton's
life?

We will attempt to provide the doctor
with another means of transportation

out.

I promised the man that I would pick him
up in Airwolf.

You are impossible. Possible to talk to.

Dom?

The computer equipment your expert asked
for is on the ramp.

It is the classified detail designs of
Airwolf. I thought you might like to

show them to your computer man.

Thank you.

She must love one of us, String.

The one is Airwolf.

Take care.

Charles Henry Moffat.

I am the creator of Airwolf, and this is
my last will and testament.

After talking with Hawk and Santini, I'm
convinced there's no turning them away.

They will fly, Airwolf. I can't imagine
anything more terrifying than that

machine under Moffat's control.

God knows what he's programmed it to do.

If you can fix Airwolf with absolute
certainty, do it.

But if there's even the slightest
question, in a compartment in the rear

of this unit is a homing beacon and a
small explosive charge with a detonator,

you will... Activate the beacon, and our
personnel will move in. If they attempt

to lift off, explosives placed on the
rudder will safely disable Airwolf.

Dr. Hansen, we are all counting on you
in this unpleasant business.

Say good morning.

Good morning.

Did you fix it?

I don't know.

I tried.

Wait.

We can't wait any longer, honey.

We've got a passenger waiting.

I just told you, I don't know if it's
fixed.

Disconnect electronics and fly it cold.
It's been done before.

Hoffa's programming could override that.
You touch anything in there, including

the radio, and you're inviting disaster.

I'll be okay.

No.

I've planted an explosive, and this is
the detonator.

Now get away.

I'm warning you.

Why?

I have my orders.

What do you mean, orders? I'm sorry,
Hawk.

I know how important Airwolf is to you.

Your brother and everything.

She's with the firm.

Suppose Mr. Clean is on his way up here
now, huh?

I've activated a homing beacon.

Where is it?

Stay back. I will detonate this.

That means Moffat wins and Dr. Burton
dies.

I can't help that.

Oh, yes, you can. You can put that down
right now.

It's too risky.

You know, you've talked about a lot of
things.

I've got to take control of your life.
Well, then do it. Either push that

detonator or let's go.

Moffat's still in that machine. We need
you.

This isn't sure.

Jericho One, this is Angel One. We're
within two miles.

Homing signal still strong and closing.

Angel One, this is Groundskeeper.

Whatever you do.

Roger, Marilla.

Howdy. Fill her up.

Why did you come here to see the
two-headed snake?

We're just about at the Bering Sea.

Where's Mr. Santini?

We've had a crew change.

Dr. Karen Hansen?

This is Dr. Roger Burton.

Welcome aboard, Doctor.

Did you get a look at those gunships?
Those helicopters were headed west.

Then we'll head north, over the pool,
and come down the east coast.

Why not back the way we came, toward
Alaska?

We've got to return Dr. Burton to
Washington immediately.

We're approaching the coastal aides.
We'll have to use the computers.

Hawk, we can't take the chance. The
constant is really gone.

And I can't risk flying into U.S.
territory blind.

Let's try it.

All right.

Keep your fingers crossed.

We're coming on line now.

I have a bogey penetrating U.S.
airspace.

Scramble jets and intercept.

Jet vectoring on us.

Unidentified helicopter, I am on your
tail.

Identify yourself at once. Over.

Unidentified black helicopter, identify
yourself at once. Over.

What will you do?

We can outrun them with the turbos.

Yeah, for a while. They'll report us to
the air command and it's a long way

home. We'll have to talk to them.

Air Force pursuit. We are on an
unscheduled... intelligence mission for

the United States are unarmed.

Follow me to a landing zone and sit
down.

Air Force, my course is... Acknowledge
my transmissions or

I will fire. I say again, I will fire.
Over. Air Force pursuit, do you read me?

They're not acknowledging.

Moving into attack position.

Let's go.

Watchdog, Watchdog, this is Flight
Baker.

Watchdog, this is Flight Baker. Do you
read?

Quite an elevator ride.

Is everybody okay?

Yes, I'm okay. Did it?

Yeah, but it's riding a power climb.

What is it?

Our on-board computer.

It's out of my control.

Well, then take it back.

I can't. Oh, my God.

Moffat's taking control of the ship's
system.

Where are the jets?

Directly below us.

Can you hear us? No.

They're trying to radio for assistance.

Moffat's jamming.

This is Charles Henry Moffat. And this
is my last message to all of you.

I created Airwolf.

And I will destroy her.

Airwolf goes back to the womb.

With a boom.

Check. And mate.

That's all, though.

He's projecting Russian bombers.

He's making us the targets for NORAD.
More than that, those bogeys are to

create confusion so we can get through.

Did you hear him? He's targeted us to
kill Langley, the firm.

There are thousands at that one facility
alone, and when Langley starts to defend

itself... A lot of people will die.

Pro-approach, come in.

Archangel, talk to me. I'm broadcasting
in the clear. Come in.

It's no use.

Moffat's jamming us.

He'll know.

He'll have to know.

Archangel, talk to me.

You know what we're up against?

It's Moffat.

Get me General Gilson, please.

It's not what we think that matters.
It's what NORAD thinks. What are you

going to tell him?

To disregard the radar scope.

He may not disregard.

General, this is Archangel.

The radar tracks you're getting are
false.

I repeat, false.

You were right about my project. I was
testing an aircraft. Something went

wrong. It is sending out those tracks.

There are no Russian missiles.

One plane is doing all that? It's an
extraordinary aircraft.

General, you've got to believe me. What
you're getting is... I warned you.

I think we've got one chance, people.
The purge control.

Maybe we can freeze Moffat out.

Yes! Yes! Do it! Make no mistake.

Depressurizing the cockpit at this
altitude will mean...

Amen.

an offer. Overall, a certain helicopter.

No questions asked.

You name the time and place.

Just send us the part.

We'll take care of it.

The question is, will it ever be free of
Moffat?

It is already.

The extreme cold purged all programming.

It's a blank slate now, like a child
waiting to be taught.

And I know a real good teacher.

Well, just promise me one thing. Will
you leave out the story of the big bad

wolf, okay?