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Thank you.

And then once I met one of them remember to talk

I don't believe you, bitch.

You'll haul my ass out of bed at midnight. You'll fly me off to one of

God knows where to see some goddamn helicopter and there's not even any

cream cheese.

It's not a goddamn helicopter, Senator.

It's air war.

Or 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 son of a bitch, I'll give you that.

Who designed it?

Pilot, Dr. Moffat.

Moffat?

Moffat, I know that name.

Your cream cheese, Senator.

Damn stuff is pink.

It's, uh, salmon flavor.

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 and 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-tipped Shrike missiles.

In other words, Senator, Airwolf is a Mach 1-plus chopper that can kick butt.

If you 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 a 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.

dropped below the radar.

He'll use the mountain range to block our defense radar until it can exceed

Mach 1. After that, he can penetrate the defense zone from any point in the

compass.

Penetration track indicated.

Speed Mach 1+. No shots fired. He'll be damned. He must get right through the

Ruskie'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.

How about to climb out of the canyon?

That would put him on SAM radar.

He has no choice.

We have a heat seeker on R6.

IF suppressor on.

Still closing.

Popping a sunburst.

Got past him. He's done it.

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? We have radar contact.

Stand by to launch missiles.

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 in 12 seconds.

Hold heading and deploy the ADF pod.

ADF pod undeployable above 300 knots.

Reverse thruster engine. Standby to re-engage rotors.

Thrust is reversed.

Speed 700 knots.

Missile impact in 7 seconds.

Rotor re-engaging.

Speed 400. Missile impact in 5 seconds. 375.

350. 4 seconds. 325.

300. 2 seconds. Undeploying.

My God, they've blown him away.

Not quite, Senator.

Dr. Marvin, this is Senator Dietz.

I want to 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?

It was the white sand in the 70s.

I trust the Senator remembers me.

Well, it was a long time ago.

Yes, the firm has shown great confidence in my ability to change.

Well, I'm sure their trust is well founded.

Not really.

Yeah.

Nothing is perfect.

Not even this.

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

We're here.

Extreme fellow Hawk, Gabrielle.

No.

Where's Mirella?

Oh, uh, sick leave.

Sorry.

Been a long time.

Two years.

I have a job for you.

I have a job.

This one pays a million dollars.

Half now, half on delivery.

Of what?

Airwolf.

Muffet stole it three months ago.

He blew it.

Yeah.

Hindsight's a wonderful gift, Mr. Hawk.

You scared the eagle.

I what?

Flying in, you're downdrapping an eagle.

I'm sorry.

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

Connie is infuriating.

Only because he likes you.

Moffat, don't do this.

Leave him alone.

Stop it!

This is perverted.

There is nothing wrong with a little perversion, Mark, just so long as you

don't hurt yourself.

Well, two out of three is bad.

He won't do this to you again.

I promise.

Dr.

Moffat. 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 is... What exactly is it that Gaddafi 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?

This is the mid-air refueling intake.

Now, one bullet up there and the whole thing will blow up.

But not, I guess, today.

You're insane, Doctor.

Actually, no, I'm just quite bored.

Moffat 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. Moffat's erased the Airwolf program from the firm's computers.

How do I go in?

As a petroleum engineer for Mirabel 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, true. Get off his Army, Navy, and Air Force.

At least it's not the Russians.

It's their equipment.

But the Russians aren't manning it.

Besides, you're being paid a million dollars.

Hell, how much did Moffat get?

Probably five million.

Then I'd get one.

One usually has to pay traders more than patriots.

Moffat didn't do it for the money.

Neither will I.

I want St. John.

Damn.

You're not serious.

God, you are.

Hawkey's been an M.I.A. for 14 years.

The odds your brother's alive are 10,000 to 1.

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. It's kind of cold around dawn.

Good night.

I don't think he has the balls to pull this off.

He does.

Question is, do we?

Stringfellow. You startled me.

Just looking at your collection, it's incredible.

I thought I heard you moving around up here.

Just wanted to talk.

Just about the art.

How anyone could have put together a collection.

Sorry, I guess it's none of my business.

You think I'd better talk about her?

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 fuck me.

You're wrong.

Well, you are a liar.

You didn't come here to talk about art.

Yes, I did.

Maybe not totally. I didn't come here for Archangel.

A liar's a liar.

A whore's a whore.

Goddamn you.

Too late.

He already has.

Gabrielle.

My grandfather collected the art.

For my grandmother.

Gentlemen, the pickings down here seem quite slim.

Should we take a look upstairs?

Second floor, brass beds, bath towels.

Third floor, women's lingerie. All right.

I've got three targets.

Bearing 175 relative.

Are they radar searching?

Stand by one.

Target's Angel 5.

Speed 400 knots.

Negative radar search.

What type aircraft?

Scanning. Got it.

They're mirages.

Arm to the teeth.

Bring the attack computer online and stand by for turbo ignition.

Targets are seven miles. Bearing zero five zero relative.

Still at angels five.

Steady.

Steady.

Thank you.

I have a heat seeker on her tail.

Heat seeker closing.

Impact to end.

Ten seconds.

Six seconds.

Where are the others?

I've got two targets.

Three o'clock, closing fast.

That's two down, one to go.

And that,

gentlemen,

is another victory for Qaddafi's revolutionary forces.

The money is unimportant to him.

That's right.

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.

The committee is gonna blow this one. I can feel it.

I don't think Hawk's going to do it.

What makes you say that?

I talked to him last night after you went to sleep.

Come on, it's too early in the morning for incriminating looks from the bottle.

Gabrielle, don't get interested in string fellow Hawk.

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 on the same mission.

He got picked up. Sin Jin 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.

No. Everyone he loved can't have died.

There is one who survived.

Up to now, anyway.

That stupid asshole killed himself with my equipment. He can't talk to me like

that. I'm the star.

He's right, Santini. He's a 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, maybe Santini's right, Blaze.

I mean, we are talking about life and limb here. No, wait a minute.

You guys listen to me.

Mona Khan 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 flew a hang glider in winds of Oahu. I flew a Navy jet in wings of gold.

He had a Navy pilot with you, please. He told me I flew it.

He said it was a natural.

He said that I hardly had to touch the stick. And besides, Hawk has been

letting me fly for three months.

I've been backing you.

What does he mean by that?

He means he's been on the controls correcting Blaze's mistakes.

I've been up there doing it for the cameras, and I'm gonna do it for Mona.

Either that or you can take your choppers and stick them up your fucking

ass. Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Now you listen to me, Mr.

Movie Star.

Dominic. What?

Man says he can fly Letty.

I'll ride shotgun.

Make it legal.

If you do that, Mona will think that you're flying.

I won't touch the controls.

If you do,

Who got my word on it, Blaze?

I thought your star had finally put his ass on the fire.

Come on, he's a great guy. You know that.

Oh, yeah.

So what's the other guy doing in the chopper? Hark!

Ripper for insurance purposes.

We can never get coverage on Blaze or something like this.

See, Hark's hands and feet are off the controls.

Ready?

You're the pilot.

Look at A.

What's wrong?

Not enough left pedal.

That's much left pedal.

What the hell is that, son?

Well, it doesn't have a name.

You don't normally see that unless you've lost a tail rotor.

I don't know.

I've never seen a helicopter.

Flying for the CIA.

Forget it. Come on, Dom.

I need your help. Doing what?

Restorators. Get to Libya.

Sure, I'll just... Libya?

Hey, that's Gaddafi's sandpile. He doesn't like us, String.

We don't like him either.

What are you doing?

Well, let's see.

Tony Bostwick's got a charter.

Flying oil rigs to Libya from England.

I could probably fly co-pilot 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.

I am liking this less and less.

What are we going to do?

Kidnap Gaddafi?

No, a helicopter.

Gentlemen, this morning we're going to visit the land of the Sphinx.

We're going to blow up a pyramid?

Come on, Chuck, that's not funny.

It's a fascinating idea.

Thank you.

I've got a small island bearing 001 standing.

Possible fortifications.

Are they our targets?

Yes. Qaddafi wants us to pay a little visit to a Chattanooga trading person.

Thank you.

Archangel wouldn't let them take it.

He didn't want the firm to take your art, but the committee overruled him.

Why?

He turned down a million dollars.

Made him nervous.

In exchange for sentient?

That 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 Moffat who's flown Airwolf.

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

Why didn't Archangel Stata tell me himself?

He was called back to Washington.

Besides, I was always the one who was going to brief you. Maybe.

Maybe he knew I'd kick his ass.

In the night, he calls your name.

And once he's touched enough, then he'll be the same.

And you know when he loves you, it's like no love you'll ever know.

Try to stay hard to find him,

just can't.

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?

That will be difficult.

We believe she is an American spy.

Perhaps I can question that for you.

I could do that.

Of course, Brother Qaddafi was most pleased with your exploits this

afternoon against the French on behalf of our illegal freedom fighters in

charge. Your destruction of the French fighters in the Chattanooga training

camp 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.

Her name's Angela.

She's a dancer at the Red Castle.

You're not listening, string fellow.

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 being used against the French and Chad.

Three Mirage fighters were shot down yesterday over the desert there.

Sit down!

Hand me that net.

It's beautiful.

Yeah. About three pounds.

Put it back.

It's beautiful. I couldn't eat that. It's beautiful. You can't kill it.

Put it back, okay?

Please.

You're eating the poor thing just to spite me.

Suppose you think I'm being stupid.

Well?

I know people eat fish.

I eat fish.

It's just that trout was very beautiful.

Yeah, I think I understand.

Do you?

Yeah, you just like to eat ugly fish.

I don't know. Maybe that's it.

You know, like soul.

You know, soul's two eyes on one side of his head. Yeah, that's an ugly fish.

Yeah, I like soul.

And pig, I mean, that's not one of God's most beautiful creatures, but I bet you

like pork.

Yeah, pork's okay.

And lamb?

Yeah, I love lamb.

Cute, cuddly, woolly little lambs.

You know, anyone who would teach a dog to... teach a dog to stick his head up a

woman's dress is sick.

Whoa!

Another fishing boat, 12 o'clock.

Radar is emanating from a Knox-class destroyer.

Bring a bullpup on the line.

It's an American destroyer, Marvin.

Bring a bullpup on the line.

For God's sakes, Moffat, they're Americans.

Missile is five miles from target.

That was lovely.

You know, it's obvious you studied with Coulter.

You seem to know everything about me.

I don't.

I knew you played the cello well.

I didn't know you serenaded eagles.

Trying to get her to trust me.

Make her understand I won't hurt her if she gets close.

You don't teach that mutt to keep out of my way, so help me, I'm going to land on

him.

You know, I've never been one to tell anyone where to land.

And you could have given me a hand.

He's not big on helping hands.

But I am.

Here, let me take one. No, no, no, no, no. I don't believe in women's lib.

Excuse me?

I like the sexes the way God intended them.

The way God intended them.

I wouldn't press him, Gabrielle.

He won't like the answers.

Well, I guess I'm old-fashioned, but, uh, well, that's my privilege, right?

Right. So long as you got some red meat in there. Oh, we've got steaks and chops

and burgers and all of it.

Well, Ted and I end up eating most of them, but, uh, we keep hoping.

Oh, bless your heart. I haven't had anything but vegetables for six days.

Six days?

You need to feel like a carrot.

Could have been a beautiful fish.

Hey, Dom.

I think I found a canyon deep after that crop duster chase.

Huh?

You go for Belisarios Field?

Oh.

It'll only take an hour or so. You want to fix dinner?

Sure.

How do you like your steak?

Oh, no, no, no. Count me out. I'm heading for the field just as soon as we

get back.

Let's go on, too.

Two? Yeah, one for Chet and one for you.

Oh, yeah, and, uh... Catch me a trout.

Ah.

Nice meeting you, Gabrielle.

Yeah, you too, Mr. Santini.

Well, how do you like your steak, Chet?

Hey, Jack.

Tell me how you want your steak.

That smells so good, I'm almost tempted to... Hope you don't mind.

Since you don't eat meat, I didn't want it to go to waste.

Where's Gabrielle?

I sent her ahead. We're moving up the timetable.

Four hours ago, one of our destroyers went down in the Gulf of Sirte. The

press is being told that a missile went off in the magazine, that it was an

accident. It was Airwolf.

Damn it.

The president used slightly stronger language.

We've got 48 hours to recover Airwolf or they're sending in the Marines.

The Russians have a missile task force shadowing our carrier group in the Med.

If we invade Libya, chances are it'll mean World War III.

Damn, that was a good stake.

There's our ride.

I've got ten hours to get you to Paris to catch a flight to Libya.

I'll have someone stay here to watch the place, take care of your dog.

Ted takes care of himself.

Why'd you leave Gabrielle here last week?

To brief you.

What about my art collection?

I'm sorry about that, Hawk. I told the committee it was the wrong thing to do.

I might have taken it out on her.

You didn't, did you?

I saved it for you.

Springfellah Hawk?

Yeah?

Strip out of your clothes, please.

Your flight suit. Take it off. We only have 16 minutes.

Her name is Michael Derrick.

I was briefed as Dr. Ted Berger. Dr. Berger was to go to work next Wednesday.

The firm had to pick another man on this flight.

As near as we can tell, Michael Derrick has never gone to school or worked with

any of the other passengers.

As near as you can tell?

Ten hours is rather short notice, Mr. Hawke.

Follow me, please.

He's been working in a remote section of Argentina for five years, went to

college in Australia.

I don't think you'll run into anybody who knows him. I've had his background

capsulized in story form.

Chapter 10.

Try to read it before you speak to anyone on the plane. Greek lovers.

I told you, I only had 10 hours.

You have 40,000 francs, the driver's license, girlfriend's photo, love letter

from her, and 10 minutes to catch your flight.

Thank you.

I was able to get clothing in your size.

Of course, it's used.

Even the underwear, I'm afraid.

I never wear underwear.

You're on Air Libya Flight 2.

One more thing.

Angela is dead.

How? We don't know. Her family simply received a wire notifying them of her

death. We're hoping it was an accident.

Hoping? If the Libyans made her and she talked, they're gonna know I'm coming.

We don't think they do.

We don't think.

There was no time to check. All we could do was to send in another operative who

was familiar with the situation.

What other operative?

Is

this

one a spy, too?

Probably. She was supplied by the same theatrical agency as Angela.

Angela was very fragile.

So this one appears to be a little more substantial.

You going to be questioning her?

Eventually.

Perhaps I can be of help.

Yeah, I'm fine.

What the hell are you doing here?

It's my job.

It was Angela's job, too.

I know.

The girls said they found her in the desert.

He raped and cut her the same way he did those other girls at White Sands.

You were right about Moffat. It wasn't the money.

He stole Airwolf so he could come here and rape and torture women.

Probably.

I'll cut his balls off if I get a chance to.

Where's their wolf?

It's at Kaffir.

Knafi's summer palace on the coast.

Mirabelle has an oil pumping station next to it.

Angela arranged papers in a truck for the two of you to get in.

Here's the address.

My gun's under the seat.

I'll meet you there by two.

How'd I get from the pumping station into the palace?

I'm on the beach.

What do you mean, I?

We're in this together.

Well, you're on the next Air France flight out of here.

Hell, I am.

I can fly, Air Wolf, you can't.

Either you're on that flight or I am.

I'm not serious.

String fellow.

Not like the others.

I'm not gonna die on you.

I could live to be an old woman. 130, easy.

Won't die, I promise.

Damn you.

I didn't mean that.

I'll go.

Don't come back. I don't know...

I

always come back, Gabrielle.

That's the problem.

Hey, Misty. Oh, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, it's me.

I thought you weren't supposed to be here till Friday. Oh, then I'll go back.

Oh, hold it, police.

So I flew out to the cabin and found Tet with his head up some girl's dress.

Who said she was house setting for you?

Didn't take a genius to figure out what happened, you know.

How long you been here?

Oh, a couple of hours.

I hung around at a club for a while. But too many guys started to ask too many

questions, so I decided to stay out in the alley.

You always did like to take the back way out of bars.

It's nice to see you too, Don.

You think you can get this thing started?

Hey, piece of cake.

Sure are confident.

The keys are in it.

Hey,

you know something, Spring?

I could have sworn one of those dancing girls was Gabrielle.

Was? Oh?

She going out with us?

One of us.

Oh.

You know, girls didn't move like that when I was young.

Boy, of course, there was this one that we met in Brazil in 43, your old man and

I. Ooh, she could vibrate like a jackhammer.

And she was as cute as a bug in a rug. Your old man thought that... I'll just

start the car.

Oh, sure, sure.

Of course, like I was saying, your old man thought she was the greatest thing

since peanut butter.

Can't see a thing.

Name?

You have my passport.

Name?

Gabrielle Ademure.

Occupation?

God, I don't believe this.

Just answer my question.

I'm a hofer.

A hofer?

Yeah, it's a dancer.

Gabrielle.

If that is your real name.

You're damn right it's my real name.

We know you are a spy for CIA.

You people, you're really paranoid. Just because I'm American doesn't mean I'm a

spy, okay?

I'm a dancer.

I'm under contract to Mirabel Oil.

I'd like to see someone from the American Embassy now.

There's no American Embassy in Tripoli.

Then I'd like to see someone who'll listen to reason.

Perhaps I can be of some help.

500 heading 040.

Angels 10 heading 170.

Straight at the Libyan coast.

You trying to egg them out?

There's no need for that, sir.

If your boys don't get that chopper in four hours, our boys go in and blow it

away.

Our boys, Captain, include women, one of whom has already given her life on this

mission.

Sorry, ma'am, it's just a figure of speech.

Eagle patrol at 840. Eagle, 180 video.

It's funny, isn't it?

All this hot sand, and yet you can see the blue waters of the Mediterranean

just a few miles away.

You like a little?

Yes, I'd like a little.

A little you shall have.

What the hell is it?

It's a TU-36 Dodger. It's Russian made.

You see those in-air missiles?

Yeah. You know, String, in the past two hours we've seen tanks, anti-aircraft

guns, sand missile sites, and now a gunship. You want to check it out?

Yeah. So do I.

I'm French.

It's Italian.

I don't speak French.

See,

everybody speaks Italian.

Except me.

If you and St. John had only studied the Italian like I asked you. But no, you

got a hard head. Have a roast.

Oh. Huh?

Oh, shit.

Come on, Chuck.

You can't just swim, eat grapes and get laid all the time. The fuck's the matter

with you?

I just talked to Captain Ben Moffat.

He said Moffat has that dancer from the Red Castle staked out to a sand dune

somewhere, torturing her.

To what?

She's nothing to us.

Well, she is to me.

Of course, there is still time for me to save you, Captain.

I mean, you may scar a little, but isn't that better than dying?

Would you like me to save you, Gabriel?

Dr. Moffat?

Moffat?

He's right.

You were told to stand down.

Check white.

Just a minute.

Start the engines.

Charles?

Why do you have your helmet on in this heat?

Lift your visor.

Start it, he says.

Lift your visor.

Get him!

Get him!

Get him!

A fancy weapon panel. Right rear.

Gun to one and two.

Set.

Nah, nothing.

But I ain't sure I'm working it right either.

Tracks.

Hey, history!

I got it working.

Yeah! Oh, I can see real good.

Bring the gas key to the port storage bin.

Gabriel Gabriel no

She promised me goddammit she promised she

promised

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's done.