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Next, I'm 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

position. He can't move.

You can't come this way. You'll wind up in a million pieces.

It's Hawk's choice.

Let him die with it.

You killed Hawk!

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 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.

And 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.

any expense on these war exercises, do they? You know, this is going to 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 Germany

during the war.

Of course, back then we had Messerschmitts to deal with, you know?

Did you get the shot?

Yeah, I got it.

Great shot, too.

This is Archangel.

Santini One, come in.

Uh-uh.

I think we died from one jump. Michael, we're not scrambled. Where are you?

Take a heading due west at 50 feet. You'll find me.

Santini 1 to ground control.

Come in, Santini 1.

I think we should lose one of our camera mounts.

We better come down and check him. All right, well, listen, Sergeant Nash is an

expert on air photography. Come on in. I'll have him give you a hand.

All right, if we need him, we'll use him. Have him stand by.

We'll just check him 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. Bogart.

He's got me. He wants you.

So who's D.G. Bogart?

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 he'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?

Bogart? Yes.

You gonna come out okay, 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.

Yeah, we could always give them air war.

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.

We'll be ready to shoot tomorrow.

Hey, man, we're...

Cash in on that schedule, believe me. Colonel Ellenson doesn't want to hear

about your equipment breakdowns. Now, the U.S. government's picking up the tab

for this film. And they'll get every penny's worth. I'm here to ensure they

do. I 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 of the colonel or I'm going to 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 could stay out of the colonel's way for an hour.

You're a gentleman.

No, officers are gentlemen. Sergeants like me just make things happen.

I owe you.

She looks beautiful.

Yeah.

But beautiful or not, where are we going to hide it? In one of the satellite gaps

Archangel showed us.

I still don't see how that satellite could pick up Airwolf.

High-resolution photography could look right down the 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 it buried? Manifold pressure. I need

assistance. Bearing 285.

Weather radar shows a king-size gold front moving in from the northwest.

Takes a special kind of fool to fly in weather like that.

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

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

Looks like you made it.

Do I look like a buddy?

What the hell is a woman doing out here? Okay, 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, way

out here in the middle of nowhere, and then... You done?

Yeah. Good.

I usually fly alone when I don't have passengers. It just sort of works out

that way.

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 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, Tony, Tony.

Lady, I'm in a rush.

What do you expect? 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.

Well, 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?

Okay, all right, get in. Come 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.

Are you a nice Italian girl?

Yeah, you a nice Italian boy?

Beautiful. You like it, huh?

Oh, boy.

How about that lake back there, huh? That's not bad either.

Okay.

Hey, Ted.

Oh, essence of orchid. I hope you approve.

Listen, now, you make yourself at home. I'll be back as soon as I can. Wait a

minute. You just can't abandon me.

Make friends with Ted.

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

When are you coming back?

You ask too many questions.

I can't help it if I'm the curious...

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.

Okay, where is it?

Hiding in plain sight.

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, it looks safe enough.

It just don't seem right.

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 Hawk, 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.

I'll never say another word against your cooking. I swear, String.

It's eggplant.

Eggplant?

Well, anyway, it's Italian.

Listen, I love vegetarian cooking. It's just as long as somebody else does it.

Have you always been meatless, Mr. Hawk?

No.

Well, I, uh, I fly prop jets for Tahoe Airlines.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Nothing.

You skeptical, like Dominic?

That's okay. I get lots of that.

You know, I've even had passengers ask to see my co-pilot's certificate.

You want to see it?

So you fly prop jets and you fly biplanes.

Now, what else do you do?

write in my off time which i have a lot of right now since i've been furloughed

the turners loaned me their guest house so i could finish my novel so no what'd

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

no thank you so what about you two

so are you independently wealthy or um Do you both have rich girlfriends?

Well, I've got an air service, and 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 ten-penny nails.

Do you always scowl at your guests, or am I especially deserving?

Is it because I didn't help you cook?

Hey, for that, I'll do the dishes.

For that, I'll get some firewood. It's getting chilly in here.

Can I get my hand on?

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.

I almost forgot my bag.

You almost forgot to close your fuel drain line, too.

I did.

It must have worked loose. I had it fixed.

Yeah, but some things are better replaced than repaired.

Only if you 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.

Thank you, Mr. Hawk.

Will we meet again?

Could happen what?

I hope it does.

Soon.

Clear?

Any palace you know that can handle a steerman like that, huh?

Oh, hold on. 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 a 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, make it look right.

Excuse me a second.

So then you suggest going up to the North Canyon... Just checking out the

camera mounts. That's quite a setup you got in here.

Yeah, that's a real precision piece of equipment.

You have to be awful careful or you're sure of the pins.

Is that what happened yesterday?

No, we seized the bearing.

Oh, yeah? Where's that? I didn't see any new bearings.

Well, I'd show you. I'd even be glad to let you operate it, but Dominic's so

protective about his equipment.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

C-0-900, let's fire up.

Why are you flying east? The cabin's west.

I don't think we're up here alone.

A million miles of empty sky?

You think we're being followed?

I know we are.

Bandit on a high four.

I don't see any bandits.

You will.

I still don't... Oh, yeah, there... Hey, but he's heading south.

Coincidence? There's no such thing.

What are you looking for?

What?

Hey, what's that?

Looks like a thermometer.

Yeah. She knew right where to stick it.

It's a homing beacon.

Tony?

Oh, come on. Wait a minute. What are you...

Listen, Ash was around here. He could have banded that thing in half. I

haven't seen Ash inside.

Let's see if this thing speaks bandit.

Drop down to that canyon.

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

I don't see him.

Follow that truck.

Good.

Let's see if they'll follow this load of bacon home instead of us.

Now hide. Look back into the canyon.

And he's taking the bait.

Can we go home now?

Please? I'd like to have a word with our Miss Donatelli.

What, you think she used me?

Boy, you two sure do get around.

Isn't this place beautiful after a storm?

You lied to me.

Okay, this place isn't beautiful after a storm. Why did you lie to me?

What's the matter, Dominic?

All right, all right. Straight goods.

I followed you, and then I lost you in the weather. I faked the May Day 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 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 a 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's hedge-hopping 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 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 paw prints all over me.

I followed you, Dominic, to meet you.

To show you what I could 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 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...

I'm not so sure about that.

I saw something different that late inside.

Something nice.

Something honest.

Yeah, she's bright. She's quick on her feet. She pushes all the right buttons

with you.

You'll see an agent and double agents coming out of the woodwork.

Satellites, mystery choppers, home 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 and 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.

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 to bring him back alive, Claus, 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, Hawk!

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 going a little haywire?

Sounds like to me you're just involved in an interdepartmental squabble.

If you win, you'll 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 here.

Santini here.

Come on in, Dom.

You got something against sleep?

No. Just plan on getting a few hours less.

Gotta 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.

Name was D.G. Bogart.

Bogart? 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 ranges?

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 those 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.

Mr. Bogart!

We've got a couple of blips in and around the search pattern. What are

they? The one off the pattern's 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 in 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 1, 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.

points delta two one and tango seven converge aircraft boneyard we have him

and here we are mr hawk and 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

You can't do it without bringing us and you down together.

Don't tip me.

Give it up, Hawk. There's nothing you can do.

And what if I refuse?

I've got a pair of M4s sitting on a high cap.

Get yourself off the range, Dom.

I've headed your way with Bogart'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.

Bombers. We're approaching the bombing zone, Mr. Bogart. Keep after him.

Black Leader, this is Silver One. We have the target in sight and we'll stay

with him.

We can't possibly catch him, Mr. Bogart.

He can't run from him. Just keep going.

He'll pull out.

Okay, Bogart.

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, Hawk.

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. It's an order. I

have to relieve you of your operational command, sir.

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

Who the hell is Bogart?

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?

cancel the bombers.

It's Hawk's choice.

Let him die with it.

Colonel!

Are you Bogard? Yes, and I'm taking charge of this operation.

Stop!

responsibility to you. Yes, sir, I will. Time to arrest these two men.

No way you can hold me. I got a room with a padlock. What more do I need?

Bear Rabbit to Bear Fox.

String, are you okay?

born in that briar patch.

You know, I never did like the way that doggone airwolf helmet fit.

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 precaution against flash

blindness. You're a lucky man.

I just wish I could have seen the look on Bogart'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 Bogart running scared.

With a little help from me.

Hi.

You all finished with your classified whispering now?

Hi, Tony. Come on, sit down. Sit down. Okay.

Just one last thing.

Now that we've finally established that you weren't looking for Bogart...

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 Tony's coming to work for me as my top assistant stunt

pilot, right?