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What are you doing aboard my chopper? I'm on my way to see my father.

I chose the field. I set the trap. There's no way they're going to let you

just pack up and fly out. I'm coming in with everything you've got.

Drag me.

I'm losing rudder control.

Everyone come after me.

But what I do not need is a trip to Mexico.

This ain't Mexico.

It's Acapulco, man.

Acapulco!

Oh, come on, kid. Take this shuttle job with me. We'll deliver the old bird and

then make some customer happy and then woo-hoo!

Some customer, Dom?

His customer wouldn't happen to be Queenie Mae Shapiro, would it?

Well... Well, yeah.

Yeah, but this is strictly business.

Strictly business, String.

Besides, Queenie knows just about everybody down there, and she was sort

of hoping that she could introduce you to a certain girl. What in the hell is

Queenie going to do with an antique shopper?

House calls.

House calls?

House calls.

Here.

Shutter ring was offset.

It'll work just fine now. Take a picture of Queenie's little girlfriend for me,

will you? I'd like to see what I'm missing. You're missing a whole lot,

String. And I'm not talking about Queenie's friend, either. Look, you

can't spend your whole life sitting up there in the cabin with Ted.

I know it.

Well, then come with me.

Maybe next time, Dom.

There may not be a next time. You ever think of that?

Yeah.

I'll send you a postcard.

I'm gonna miss you.

This is helicopter Fort Tango Alpha.

Fort Tango Alpha, I have man eyes.

Fort Tango Alpha and Santini Air request Lockheed East departure.

Fort Tango Alpha, Lockheed East departure approved.

Wind 275, altimeter 2985.

Fort Tango Alpha, thanks.

The bird's on its way. I'm set for a tailspin.

A very delicate job, if I may say.

Very well, thank you. Good night.

Project 58205. Just some clerical details that would eat my attention.

Wait until you move into my job, Mitchell, and see how the details begin

to breed all around you.

It'll be some time before I move into your job, sir.

All things being equal, that's probably true.

But let's not waste time with maudlin musings on the inevitability of decline.

All right. The champagne, please.

Good luck in Mexico, Mitch.

And may you avoid the drudgery of details for at least a few years more.

Salute.

See you in 10 days.

Do you really believe he'll replace you someday?

He could, but why speculate when we have the answer?

The bird's on its way and set for a tailspin.

A very delicate job, if I may say.

Very well, thank you. Good night.

Doesn't sound like clerical details, does it? No, sir.

The call originated at a payphone in the 213 area, specifically at

Van Nuys Airport.

We have nothing active in Southern California at the moment.

Van Nuys is the home field for Santini Air.

You think it has something to do with Stringfellow Hawk?

I'd bet on it.

Try to reach Santini.

Take me back to the airport.

I want the company jet brought on the line immediately.

Have a helicopter standing by at Northern Air Force Base.

Let's see if we can beat Bruch to the land of salsa and sunshine.

Port of entry 17.

This is helicopter 4 Tango Alpha crossing International Border marker.

4-2 Delta Papa.

Roger. 4 Tango Alpha. This is port of entry 17.

Fly plant to Acapulco. Clear. Roger, Port Avengy.

Hey!

Terrific, man.

What are you trying to do, kill me? What are you doing aboard my chopper? I was

gonna try and hijack something to Acapulco.

But then I heard that you were going there, so I decided to just sort of be a

stowaway. The name's Phoebe Danner.

Unreal.

You can say that again.

Hey, listen, man.

I wouldn't have taken this stupid old chopper if I had known that you had,

like, weird personal prejudices.

Wait a minute. Hold it, hold it. I ain't got no prejudices except one, Miss

Donner, and that is I don't like freeloaders. Now, for the third and last

time, what are you doing aboard this vintage aircraft?

The name's Danner.

Phoebe Danner.

And if you gotta know, I'm on my way to see my father and... Mayday.

Mayday, this is helicopter 4 Tango Alpha, 4 Tango Alpha, and approximate

coordinates 520-2-762, auto-rotating

in.

What's happened?

Are we gonna, are we gonna? Yeah, kid, we're gonna.

I don't believe it. Believe it, kid, believe it. Here comes good old Mother

Earth.

after yours and this. Who's got a big mouth?

Put it in front of your face, damn it, and hold on.

Come on, baby, come on.

Keep your nose up, sweetheart. Come on, keep your nose up. Get your tail down,

sweetheart.

That's it.

Get it down.

Oh, with a head like this, I should have gotten drunk at least.

Holy mackerel. What is it? Let me look.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't move.

Don't move.

You give me your legs.

Give me your legs and move very easily.

That's it.

Don't. That's it. Easy does it. All right. Give me your legs.

Easy.

Easy.

That's it.

All right. You drop right out.

That's it.

It's a miracle.

Dumb luck, you ask me.

The bird's on its way and set for a tailspin.

A very delicate job, if I may say.

Very well, thank you. Good night.

Mitchell Bruck is my executive officer.

He's hardworking, smart as they come.

For some time now, I've had circumstantial evidence he was

attempting to undermine my position, get the committee to retire me early.

I think he realized I was on to his game plan.

It's politics.

Facts of life, Mr. Hawk.

Bruck knows his days are numbered at the firm.

If he can deliver Airwolf, it would be worth at least an undersecretary

position in any of a dozen intelligence agencies.

So he sabotages Dom's helicopter and drops it in the Sonora Desert and waits

for a man Airwolf to arrive on.

Dom's the bait. There's no doubt about that.

Any air search will most likely be held up or minimal at best.

Bruck's worked before with a Colonel Arias in the Mexican Air Force, and he

controls the area where Santini went down.

Where are you going?

After Don.

Not in Airwolf.

Well, why do you tell me all this?

Sooner or later, the information would have reached you, and I don't want Bruck

getting his Machiavellian hands on Airwolf.

Well, then fly with me and make sure he doesn't.

Are you serious?

You are.

All right, you've got yourself a co-pilot.

Engineer. Mr. Hawk? No.

She's a top pilot.

So is Gabrielle.

I'm not Gabrielle.

The man said no. The answer is no.

our concession to propriety two searchplanes.

Four hours since Dominic Santini sent out his mayday.

I sincerely hope, Colonel Arias, that your efforts at rescue will not be

considered too little too late.

Let me show you. How can two searchplanes be not enough if they are

the only planes I have in working condition?

You have a point, Colonel.

Your advice was set. It went off.

I presume your men are waiting and ready for this, Mr. Hall.

Readiness is only an accomplished fact when the need for it is over.

Hawk is not the kind of man one can ever truly be ready for.

Although we're as close to that desired condition as can be hoped for.

Maybe it's just a ruse.

Trying to get away without our hassling him.

Not his style.

He'll be here.

I'm not so sure.

That seems to be everyone's reaction.

Find the star.

to fly this low better that than radar

hawk

you made your point i'd like to get there in one piece besides if i'm

reading this right we'll be out of fuel before we reach the border not that

tanker you ordered is where it's supposed to be it'll be there

You know, if you can order tankers and support, why don't I throw all the

firm's resources into the game and swarm in there with a platoon of agents?

Because the committee would realize I let the situation develop too far.

Maybe Bruck won't replace me, but someone would.

Politics.

I didn't even know you were gone.

Yep. Here, you pull this.

Oh, yeah.

Thanks a lot.

Before I tell you the idea...

Roger Alpha.

Lock and load.

Contact at 23 miles.

Azimuth line 140.

Grid 7.

Moving. Very fast.

Contact 326 Northwest.

A pair in the air and one on the ground.

Choppers? Choppers. And I'll lay 10 to 1. I killed myself getting the

allocations to pay for them.

No bet. Hang on.

Never come after me.

Disengage rotor systems.

Eight count on my mark for turbine ignition.

You're crazy. We can't... Mark. Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five. Four.

Three.

Two.

One. Ignition.

On first contact, he was approximately here. Less than a minute later, he was

here. He bounced across the ridgeline right into our lap.

Then why is he still not in your lap? Because he has more guts than sense.

Going to mock one like that put him into critical fuel consumption.

And his tail rotor was hit by a rocket. He can't have gotten very far.

We'll start searching at first light.

We could search for a week, and in a country like this, we could miss him by

50 meters.

And while we search, he could return.

The ground forces would never be able to hold him. No.

I chose the field. I set the trap.

Now I have to wait.

When he comes back, I'll get it. Comes back?

But, Brooke, what if he does not come back, eh?

I mean, by now he knows it's a trap. He also knows that I'm not whining and

dining his friend out there.

And Santini's passenger, that was a wrinkle I didn't expect, but it's one

which I believe might help us.

If you couldn't take him today, what makes you think you can do it tomorrow?

Because I didn't get a chance today to use the leech.

Leech? Anywhere missile of the Sidewinder variety.

It's called the leech because instead of exploding on impact, it attaches itself.

After attachment.

It fires the shaped head into the skin of the aircraft, followed by auditory or

visual disrupting agents, incredibly high-pitched sound, or gas, or both.

The gas is not lethal, with a three-minute leeway before

unconsciousness, giving Hawk enough time to decide between a crack-up and death

or an emergency landing.

Where do you think this Hawk is now?

Well, he'll need to repair the rotor There are salt and mining camps

scattered all through this area

I Gotta set

it down. You don't know what's down there.

I've got no choice

Well, wouldn't you if something like us dropped into your backyard?

Probably think we're a UFO or something.

Or something.

That's just what we need.

Let's get that rotor off.

Good thing I was a little bum.

Just enough to bring her down.

But not enough damage to kill me.

Or us.

I think I can patch her up with... Ow!

Dominic! You can't fix what you can't see.

You got a point there, kid.

A very definite point.

But I would like to leave these premises at the first opportunity.

Good luck.

These creeps, whoever they are, seriously want you to stay here,

correct? Correct.

There's no way they're going to let you just pack up and fly out. You know what

I mean?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Dominic. Huh?

Do you think these guys are going to kill us?

What? Are you kidding?

No.

Is this your folks?

Mom died when I was like five.

Dad was off at sea.

A sailor.

He'd been gone ever since before I was born.

So they put me in a foster home.

Last year I started looking for him.

Running away.

This is the dress that I'm going to wear when I'm meeting.

He'll be coming off the ship, walking down the gangplank.

I'll be waiting for him at the dock.

He'll recognize me right away because I look a lot like my mom.

Hey, you know, it'll... Dominic?

Yeah, Phoebe?

Why is all this happening?

Well, it all has to do with a friend of mine named Hawk and that helicopter you

saw. Have you got a few minutes for a story?

Well, I knew this guy, Hawk's old man, you see, in World War II.

And, well, we were friends.

Next time that super hearing of yours clues you in, don't say anything.

Just let me be surprised.

Yeah, if there is a next time.

You think that you and your compadres might be able to help us repair that

thing out there that's responsible for the destruction of your peace and the

elimination of eggs in your sister's diet?

You are too close to the truth to be truly funny, sir.

I like your sense of humor.

We will help.

But first... Of course.

Dollars.

Dollars.

You could take all your gold, you know.

That's impossible.

Especially among two men that share the same sense of humor.

We get very little intellectual stimulation up here in the cells.

There is something else that we could do for you, senor. Possible, no?

How long till dawn?

One hour and 18 minutes. Not very much time.

Oh, for now, you got us to help you.

Tell us what we can do for you.

Why do you live out here?

Huh?

Why do you live out here?

Hey, why not?

It's a nice enough place.

We got our work here.

Our wives to love.

children to laugh?

You have something like that?

You're a lonely man.

Yes.

It's your business, huh?

My sister, she obviously thinks you're attractive.

We've become friends, huh?

When we finish here, why don't you stay a while?

You get right to the point, don't you?

Hey, life is too short. Not to my friend.

Did I embarrass you?

Nah.

Your sister is very nice.

Ah, she's a pain in the burro.

But she is my sister. She is very nice. She is.

Who?

Your hermana.

What? His sister.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Very nice.

Is that ready yet?

Yeah, just about.

You know, we really appreciate your helping us.

I keep warm.

What? Trying to keep warm.

Oh, yes, I see.

I doubt it.

Oh, well, then enlighten me. Why are you helping us?

Well, uh... Probably out of the goodness of his heart. Hey, don't forget the

gold.

I don't forget to go.

He flies, but what do you do?

I pay.

And pray.

He does have a sense of humor after all.

Thank you very much.

So much for engine repairs.

How'd it look?

I bought it.

Enough not to know whether it's fixed or... It's fixed. It's fixed. I think.

We're gonna have to start it first shot, though.

Those guys out there are gonna turn us into Swiss cheese.

Not us, kid.

It's me that's taking this bird up if Hawk comes back.

Nothing's gonna get riddled if you just do what I said.

This is Bruck. You got anything?

Nothing, Mr. Bruck.

Okay, Richards, keep your eyes open.

Yes, sir.

He'll come.

We're leaving a hell of a dust cloud.

They've got a radar.

Means we gotta stay low.

What about the little girl we saw?

I figure her only chance is with us anyway.

Thank you.

Yeah!

He's up.

Dom's got her up.

Looks like we got other company, too.

Missiles on their way.

Tracking. Heat seals.

Four. No, six.

Disperse the deflector pod sticks.

We're going down.

To his.

Burn the cockpit. Go in and turn it off.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah. Think you can fly that wreck to the nearest field?

You wanna race?

Only if you give me a head start.

Done!

You know, isn't she a little young for you?

Phoebe?

Phoebe?

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

Scared? Of what?

Of him.

What if he doesn't like me?

Oh, I liked you, didn't I?

Not at first.

Oh, sure I did.

I was just shook up a little, that's all.

Sure. Sure.

Look, I want to tell you something.

I'll bet that he's more afraid of meeting you than you are of meeting him.

Why would he be afraid of meeting me?

The same reason you have.

He doesn't know if you're gonna like him.

Thanks, Dominic.

Thanks, Dominic?

Does she know what it cost the firm to track him down?

No, but I've got a feeling I'm going to find out.

You're damn right you are, Laura.

Well, we started with a computer search of all Merchant Marine records over the

past 15 years.

Computer time alone was over 50,000.

When that didn't turn out, we went to Central GAC Research and started...

See you.