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Your friend will spend 20 years in a Cuban prison, and I assure you, it will

be hell on earth.

He's on his way back across the straits to Cuba, isn't he?

I came to take those prisoners, and I'm going to take them back with me. I have

executed men for less.

Do you want to die for nothing?

This briefing is from file A56-7W, classified top secret. Subject is

Airwolf, a Mach 1-plus attack helicopter with the most advanced weapons system in

the air today.

It has been hidden somewhere in the western United States by its test pilot,

Stringfellow Hawk.

Hawk has promised to return Airwolf only if we can find his brother, Sinjin, an

MIA in Vietnam.

We suspect that Archangel, deputy director of the agency that built

Airwolf, is secretly helping Hawk in return for Hawk's flying Airwolf on

missions of national concern.

Stringfellow Hawk 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 Hawk 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.

This is your radio station IX from La Vara, Cuba.

It's late, this guy isn't coming.

He's coming, he's coming.

You know what, maybe they've changed their mind.

Look, don't worry.

Go in town time, buddy.

You go first.

Yes.

Welcome to Cuba. Yeah.

Tell you the truth, I'll be happy when I leave here.

Can I talk to them? In a minute.

Can you untie their hands and then take those guns out of their faces?

Is it all here?

Yeah, it's all there, all two million of them. Go ahead and count it if you want.

Oh, si, si, si, I intend to.

Those men could be in better shape.

They're no longer young.

Besides, we don't baby our criminals here.

Senor Sardini, perhaps you don't...

Do you think you could get away with this?

What do you mean?

I had nothing to do with that chopper.

I delivered my end.

Deliver what?

Bullet holes in the sand? You delivered nothing.

Look, I came to take those prisoners, and I'm going to take them back with me.

I have executed men for less than what you have just done.

Those prisoners cost you $2 million before.

Now they cost $3 million.

Take that message back.

To the United States.

And what if I tell you to go to hell?

Then you will die here, now.

And I will find another way to deliver my message.

Do you want to die for nothing?

Of course not.

Come on up, sweetheart.

Well, just what do you mean Santini's down?

One of our listening posts in southern Florida picked up a distress call

yesterday at 1900 hours.

He heard the word Santini Air and called it in.

To the Coast Guard?

No, to me.

Does that mean no search pattern's been started?

He was, uh...

Over land when he radioed in.

We have a rough position.

You know, anything can go wrong in a forced landing. Why the hell haven't you

called out the troops?

Because his course triangulates back to Cuba.

He filed no flight plan and reported his altitude is 100 feet.

If the authorities get to him first, the first thing they'll do to him is hand

him his Miranda.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say, Cannon, we'll be held against you.

What the hell is Santini doing in Cuba?

Why don't you ask him? I will.

He's a man who knows the location of Airwolf, and when he starts junketing

off to the land of rum and fine cigars, I get a little concerned about him.

Well, I'm going after him.

Tell him how you care.

Do that.

There's another serious factor which might shorten your time.

Who created this serious factor?

Only God can create a hurricane.

I said, Michael, I'm a busy man.

What's your position, Hawk? Where are you setting it out?

At 500 feet.

Are you out of your mind?

Well, everyone's holding up fine, but I think there's better designs for chasing

hurricanes.

Set down immediately. That's an order, do you hear?

You gotta be kidding.

All right, it's not an order, it's a request.

Make it a plea for sanity.

No, to all three.

Huff, the storm will be over in a couple of hours.

Don't let that angel title go to your head.

Only God can make the weather.

Larry, let me have another.

Hey, String, how'd you find me? Tom, you all right?

Not hurt?

Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I was just too down to want to see anybody, but you're the exception.

Sit down. Sit down. Hey, give him a drink, will you? Give him a drink.

Aren't you going to drink those?

No, you know I don't like the taste of booze.

Why'd you order them?

Because in the movies, when the world crashes in, the hero goes down to the

bar and orders drinks. I respect tradition.

Does it work?

Not yet.

Give him another drink. Have another drink.

Sure, I don't like the stuff either.

How's the weather in Cuba?

Hot. How did you know?

Oh, Archangel.

Yeah, one of his listening posts picked up your mayday.

String in the last 24 hours I've been shot at, ripped off, forced down, and

stuck in the middle of a hurricane.

Let me have another drink, will you? Him too.

See, back in 1960, I was a member of a unit...

I was sent down to Central America to train Cuban nationals for the invasion.

Yeah, that setup for the Bay of Pigs. You told me about that once.

Yeah.

String, those Cuban people were the greatest.

I mean, they weren't mercenaries or killers.

They were the best teachers, doctors, lawyers, even priests.

Patriots. A bunch of anti-Castro patriots got together and raised enough

money to buy a couple of old-timers from a corrupt colonel.

You know that some of them have been down there for over 20 years?

String, I knew those men.

I almost had them out.

Almost is not good enough, Mr.

Santini.

Must tell me where the money is. I told you. We were ripped off. Don't you

understand? We were robbed so that Colonel Fernandez wouldn't turn the man

loose. I don't believe it. You stole it.

Two million can take someone a long way. Then why did I come back at all?

This money is the very soul of this community.

Widows and children send nickels and dimes to free those people.

This house has more mortgages than roof tiles.

Dominic didn't steal your money. One lies for the other.

I suggest we lower our voices.

Volume is not going to bring any truth into this.

Dom, why don't you take a walk? Let me try and talk to these people.

Yeah, I'd better, before I knock somebody on her $2 million fanny.

In the old days, we didn't argue amongst ourselves.

Which was Dom in the first place?

These are the men he was after.

Father Gomez, who spoke against Castro from the steps of the cathedral in

Havana. Ramon Callarzo, publisher, writer, and my father.

Dominic trained these men.

He called them friends. He meant it.

We chose Mr.

Santini because he could recognize them, regardless of Their physical condition.

If Mr. Santini stole the money, he has condemned my son to die in Cuba.

Look, that collection was no secret. The money was headed for Cuba. All a thief

would have to know is when and where. Impossible.

Our people would never do it.

Our people are so pure, there's none you worry about?

Not even the Marielitos?

They are not our people. They're Cubans.

You have no idea what you're talking about. The Marielitos are too busy

fighting among themselves.

to plan or organize.

Sanchez is organized.

What are you saying, grandfather?

Something I should have told you, but didn't.

Come here.

You must know the truth.

We needed $2 million to save these people.

And we raised it.

We raised one.

One I borrowed from Sanchez.

What?

How could you do this?

Do you know what you've made us?

My granddaughter burns into a bright flame.

There is a generation of Cubans who have never known Cuba, Mr. Hawk.

For them...

It is the old country.

But now with our heroes back from Castro's jails, our cause could

grow young again and flourish.

We could easily raise and pay back $1 million.

This was my plan.

Politics is a hard game.

A game for all men.

Not bright flames.

He has no idea what he's done.

I think he does.

I have a great deal of respect for the man.

But to deal with Sanchez, a ruthless killer, drug smuggler.

God knows what else.

There isn't a man that works for him that doesn't have marks.

Marks?

Tattoos. Inside the lip, near the thumb.

It's a code from the Cuban prisons.

Three dots is a robber, four is a killer.

And what is one dot?

A political prisoner.

I put it there in sympathy.

It's what my father wears.

Where would one find this Sanchez?

He has a camp on an island in the Keys.

He has his own private army, arms and training, things that we would love to

have but can't afford.

Helicopters? Yes, probably.

But why would Sanchez rob Mr.

Santini?

Half the money was his.

Half wasn't.

You would do anything to save your friend, won't you?

I'm still not sure Santini didn't make up this whole story. If you knew him

like I do, you'd believe him.

It gets harder and harder to believe in anything.

Except someday my father will be set free.

You just have to keep trying.

The only thing I can offer is that I understand.

Stella told me the approximate location of the camp.

But I still think some pointy questions are in order.

You would go there unarmed?

Well, not exactly.

And not alone, either.

I need Mr. Santini.

No. Stella, please.

Mr. Santini has been involved in my life almost as long as you.

I'm not convinced he's a thief.

You see anything yet? Oh, yeah.

Mansions, swimming pools, jacuzzis. No unpopulated islands yet.

I'm gonna cover the east quadrant.

Then I'll swing around for a north-south scan.

I'll sure miss the view of expensive real estate.

There's one ahead of us. You see anything yet?

Sand and coral.

No, hold the string.

Have a couple of blips. You sure it's not a heated pool?

I'm sure, because the lifeguard is carrying a .50 caliber on his June

buggy. Let's go take a look.

I am

showing you the newest of hand

-launched heat-seeking missiles, and you want to know, can it blow a bank vault?

We don't want to bother you. We want to talk.

That's all.

Get ready!

That's US equipment they're playing with. Is that supposed to make me feel

better?

Take him to his position!

Didn't I say I came to talk?

What do you want?

Ivan Rivera and I'd like some answers.

From the looks of your equipment, I can see where $2 million would go.

That's not how I paid for these weapons.

It is till you prove different.

Can I call that jeep here?

Yeah, just tell him to keep it in low gear.

Bing.

Suave.

how to use one, I'll be glad to show you.

Archangel. Hawk?

What are you doing on this channel?

We spent months establishing Camp Freedom, and you and Airwolf waste it in

ten minutes.

Camp Freedom.

You really are amazing, Michael.

You give a bunch of criminals sophisticated weaponry, and you call it

Camp Freedom.

Hawk, you've got to tune in to the bigger picture.

These men were being trained to combat communist insurgents in Central American

trouble spots.

Well, I guess I'm just not sophisticated enough to judge the morality of using a

bunch of pirates to fight Uncle Sam's battles.

I'm sure the newspapers will give you a better shake. You're not serious.

And the White House doesn't know anything about this, I'll bet.

They shouldn't hold a grudge against a firm for more than a couple of budget

years.

You're talking about blackmail.

Not until I ask for something.

What are you asking for?

Three million.

Cash.

You're insane.

Anybody got the number of the Washington Post?

It is still blackmail.

But, Mirella, you're just not seeing the bigger picture.

Red Star?

Red Star, this is Venus.

Come in.

Red Star?

This is Venus. Come in, please.

Red Star, this is Venus.

Come in.

They're not answering.

Try them again.

Red Star?

This is Venus.

Come in.

This is the restart.

Go ahead.

Arrangements have been completed on this end.

We are waiting for your instructions.

We will be expecting shipment at 1200 hours.

Message confirmed.

This is your last chance.

Confirmed. Out.

What's that for?

For making it possible to bring my father home.

Well, he's not home yet.

I'll get Dominic to transfer.

You won't be making the delivery.

That's a joke, Ray. It is no joke.

We want to make sure that nothing goes wrong this time.

You mean Dominic?

You can't do that. You don't have the right to take that moment away from him.

We have every right.

We want this to be an all-Cuban operation.

This has nothing to do with you.

Yes, it does.

We can't take the chance.

What are you going to trade for your father, an IOU?

You'd withhold the money?

No.

I'd simply trade for trust.

My apologies, Mr. Hawk, but the committee's decision is final.

We hired a pilot.

Now, if you will, just deliver the money.

I don't think so.

You're forcing our hand.

To do what, shoot me?

If that's the case, you better add three dots to your lower lip and go to work

for Sanchez.

If I've got to gamble on people, I'd just as soon as you.

You're not killing anybody.

You win, Mr. Hawk.

No.

You win, Mr. Rivera.

Would you at least take one of us along to satisfy our people?

Best bottle of wine in the house.

I think with three million on the seat between us, a vintage Bordeaux would be

more appropriate.

With three million on the seat between us, not advertising it would be

appropriate.

Well, they don't look too dangerous to me.

Only to some species of marine life.

I suppose it'd be pointless of me to ask to what end this exorbitant outlay of

cash is intended.

That's right.

Pointless. All set, string.

All we need now is the money.

Here, let me help you.

It's one kind of baggage I enjoy handling.

Stringfellow, who are these people?

Why are they being so generous?

Good question.

They represent a firm that makes covers, keep things under wraps.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

We'll be back in about three hours. I think you'll enjoy what your money

brings back.

You ready?

Listen, you take it easy.

Hey.

Don't kick the tires like fire stuff.

Milk run.

Okay.

He's on his way back across the straits to Cuba, isn't he?

Yeah, I think the next bottle of wine we buy better be a cheap one.

I'm broke.

on our way back. You still think I'm a thief?

We've got about 100 miles to go, and I'm watching the compass all the way.

How much longer?

Michael, they just took off.

Give them a little time.

It's been 30 minutes.

He could have been to Havana and back in Airwolf.

Santini's not flying Airwolf, is he?

Of course not, Michael.

Excuse me just a moment

Thank you.

Should we try and find him?

No.

If he wants to play this without our help, we'll just let him.

Why

don't

you say something?

What's the matter with you?

There is nothing the matter with them.

They are loyal to me, and I do the talking.

I hope we'll be able to talk as one military man to another.

We do work for the same firm, after all. I work for myself.

And you build that combat helicopter all by yourself?

Out of old tractor parts?

I would like such a tractor myself.

Sorry, I'm fresh out.

Then will you lend me the one you drive?

Just for a few years.

Long enough for you to overthrow the small country of your choice, huh?

We think alike.

No chance.

Your friend and the Rivera girl will soon be entering Cuban airspace.

I could let my colleague in Cuba go to his original plan, and you will never

see them again.

Or they can come home with the prisoners.

What hold have you got over that Cuban colonel?

He needs me.

What he is doing is against Cuban law. He needs my support, my helicopters.

And to think at one time he was my jailer.

Now we both work on the same side.

As you and I will.

I'm afraid not.

Then your friend will spend 20 years in a Cuban prison.

And I assure you, it will be hell on earth.

Update Cuban, 10 minutes.

I hope you're convinced now that I didn't steal your two million.

I guess so.

Did you really know my father?

I did.

And a braver man I never knew.

I've got some daughters just as brave, though.

No,

no.

You do what I say.

Keep the money.

No, but that's impossible.

No. I have another plan.

This man doesn't understand my problem.

I can't allow those political prisoners to leave Cuba.

If Fidel finds out, he'll tear my head off. Díaz.

Did Sanchez's people transmit that last message?

No, no. They were taking a bath.

Ah, perfect.

Then the plan stays the same as before.

Open the hatch, if you please, Mr. Hawk.

We are waiting, Mr. Hawk.

Cabin's pressurized.

We'll have to back up a little.

We've been through this before.

Now show us the men.

Diaz.

again, Mr. Santini?

Likewise, I'm sure.

Yeah. Go ahead, Connie.

I see you have brought a beautiful señorita with you this time.

I'm sorry I cannot do the same.

All I have are estos señores que están allí.

You slimy lion piece of garbage!

Let's go home.

Come on, move that donkey cart.

Gonna be a long 90 miles.

You just cool your tail rotor there, hotshot.

Besides, without me and that ship to keep you out of trouble, it's you I'm

worried about.

I take it back, String. It's me I'm worried about.

He mopped the sidewalk.

Radar guidance or infrared?

I don't know. I can't see it from here.

loves you

Get this thing off my tail, will ya?

You wrote your own flight manual there.

Ladies and

gentlemen,

the captain has put on a no-smoking sign.

Please fasten your seat belts.

as we prepare for our landing in Los Estados Unidos in North America.

No, not at all, Mr. O'Farrill. We at the firm have always considered your

organization to be a vital link in our Latin American effort.

Then why did you arm Sanchez and not us?

Um, well... Of course.

Now that our heroes are home, things have changed.

Absolutely. And we would like to work with you a lot more closely.

Perhaps. Let us examine your proposal.

Say string.

Did I ever thank you for bucking that hurricane to find me?

Nope.

Well, did I ever thank you for bailing me out with the Riveras? Not to mention

a mig.

No.

Well, hell, then, I owe you about three more drinks. Larry, three more rounds,

huh?

Oh, boy.

Tom, these beers are going to end up costing us about 30 bucks each.

Easy come, easy go.

Thank you.