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Death to the enemy.

Restoration for our ancient way.

Believe me, you don't want anything to do with this one. It's potentially

suicidal.

Senjin and Joe have just vanished into thin air. When one cannot kill the bull,

there is always pleasure in killing the calf.

The time has come.

Goodbye, Mr. Hawk.

Thank you.

Pardon, Commander.

I was told to report to you the moment I returned.

The lights.

Joanna Santini.

It would seem she operates this little charter company with Mr. Hawk.

And these two?

Major Michael Rivers, the United States Air Force.

This one, Jason Luck.

We have suspicions that he is connected with government security.

They visit quite frequently.

Friends, perhaps.

This one, Commander.

Hawk.

This must be him.

There is always the memory of the father in the face of the son.

When one cannot kill the bull, Ayasi, there is always pleasure in killing the

calf.

You must confirm this.

About my plane.

Entering soon as cargo through the port of Seattle.

Miu is handling all the details.

Good.

Rewind this for me.

It is almost time.

Time for the heavenly winds to blow.

Doing thermal sweeps, huh? No, it's a camera mount for a 16mm.

Some foreign investor wants property aerials along the Chemunga River

tomorrow. You heard from St. John yet?

Yeah, I gave him your message. He said he'd meet you here in the morning.

But you're going to have to find somebody else to play with.

This guy specifically requested St. John fly for him tomorrow.

You tell that to the Pentagon, Joe. This is a military priority, Nevada Weapons

Range. Some ground-air cooperation number.

Hey, does he ever tell you where he's going?

Doesn't tell you either?

Just mumbles something about deep meditation and points his motorcycle

towards the mountains.

He's not too chatty about it, is he?

Can't you just tell the Pentagon he's busy? You tell him.

Well, I hate to break a promise.

Give me a hand.

You got it.

You are my loyal retainers, my loyal samurai, sworn to uphold

the code of Bushido and the oath of our purpose.

Death to the enemy.

Restoration for our ancient way.

Report.

This is the main block here.

Nuclear reactor here.

Emergency core cooling next to it.

I've circled the vulnerable strike point in red.

And after impact?

Fires. Core meltdown.

Even given moderate winds, the result will be widespread.

and totally devastating.

Fumio.

Is my plane properly equipped?

For the strike, 300 kilobombs.

Trinitral anisole with contact fuses.

For defense purposes, 23 millimeter cannons.

Two atoll heat seekers with nuclear heads.

The plane, as you know, will be dockside this week.

Excellent.

Surveillance cameras and monitors are on our possession.

The day of the divine wind is at hand.

Your fate is before you.

Swear your willingness to die.

Kamehameha.

You alone have placed a triangle over your name.

I believe, Master, I can better serve our cause with my life.

Since you have not chosen death, we will choose it for you.

Please, Master, permit me to think again.

Where is she?

In the garden!

Commander, is he to be permitted to take his own life?

Kamiyama is without shame.

He dies like a traitor.

Kome.

Hi. Pentagon called. Operations on. Up on.

What am I supposed to tell the charter that you're meditating and can't fly

today? Joe, the Pentagon only understands about three words, and no is

not one of them.

Anyway, I kind of like this meditation stuff. It makes me sound profound.

Why can't I fly this one with Mike?

Believe me, you don't want anything to do with this one. It's potentially

suicidal.

In that case, maybe Joe can take my place.

Oh, no, you're expendable, Mike.

Hop on.

You'll see it, Joe.

It's a hell of a way to run a business.

I

understood

this was agreed to.

I'm sorry, Mr. Harrod. There's nothing I can do about it. You assured me, Miss

Santini. You said this man Hawk...

He'll take us himself.

Now look, the camera's mounted, the chopper's ready, and I'm a very

competent pilot.

But if that's not good enough, please feel free to return another day.

I mean no offense.

Of course, you will take us.

You have any idea what they're testing on us?

Trying to develop something that'll go through our defense shields, I believe.

He's coming in.

Forty-two seconds to impact.

Got him.

Firing on command.

The risk of sounding like a complainer's engine.

What if these things are armed and they get through our system, huh?

Okay, fire.

There's your answer.

They are and they didn't.

What do you say we take out one of those tanks, huh?

We can't. They're on our side.

Why doesn't anyone tell them that?

A few more come in.

It's at Chemunga River down there.

You can trigger the camera whenever you're ready. Just hit the switch.

Fly that way, up the river.

Sorry, that's restricted airspace.

Chemunga nuclear generating plants around the bend.

I'm aware of that, Miss Santini.

I wish you to approach it.

No way.

By the time the FAA got a hold of me, I wouldn't have a license to walk a dog.

If necessary, I am capable of flying this machine myself.

You may get out and walk right now, if you prefer.

Airspeed, please.

Look, Mr. Yahara, what's this all about?

Your current airspeed, Miss Santini?

120.

Hold it constant, please.

At what point do we enter this restricted airspace?

It's just ahead.

More precisely, Miss Santini.

Along the ridge line up there.

They'll be on to me by radio.

And if you do not respond, they will send up interceptors from the base here.

Right. And we mightn't have a second warning.

How long from first contact to interception?

How the hell am I supposed to know? I don't do this run.

If you cannot provide me with a reasonable figure, we will have to test

it in practice.

I'm not sure.

On the outside, five minutes.

We are now what?

Ten minutes from the atomic generator plant?

Right, at this speed.

Jumonga Control to light aircraft west of the river.

Please identify yourself.

You're entering restricted airspace.

So what do I do?

Identify yourself correctly.

And apologize for the violation.

You strayed off course.

And then turn around, Miss Santini.

Where to?

Wherever I tell you.

Chimunga Control, Chimunga Control.

This is November 2-0-0-4-4.

Charlie, leaving the sector.

Sorry for the intrusion.

I don't like this. You should have been back hours ago. Did you try the radio?

Yeah.

Checked with the local ATC. All he could tell me was she filed a low-level plan

for the Chemunga area.

Oh, that's nothing unusual.

Yeah.

Look, I'm going hunting. Why don't you... I'll hold down the fort and check

out a charter.

Right. Good man. Okay.

All yours. Any luck?

They've located the chopper, but there's no sign of Joe anywhere in the area.

The tanks are half full. It doesn't make any sense.

Did you check out that charter she had?

Yeah, Takashi Yahara. I called his office. Seems Joe dropped him off here

mid-afternoon. He paid her and left.

All right, I'm going to make another sweep of the area, and I'll come on

home. Stick near the radio just in case.

Roger.

They're friends.

That's all, just friends.

An active Air Force major and what I suspect to be a government agent?

Odd friends, wouldn't you say, Miss Santini?

I don't give a damn what you think.

Why am I here?

What do you want from me?

To be frank, I have no interest in you personally.

Please keep that in mind if you give us trouble I will have you killed

She strayed into a high-security zone? Yeah, and they want a complete written

explanation as to what a Santini chopper was doing there.

What the hell is going on?

Joe knows better than that. I don't know.

And she was up with this Yahara character?

Yeah, I asked Jason to run a check on him. And? And he's a Japanese

businessman. He set up shop here a couple of months ago.

Well, internationally, his record's so clean, he could qualify for pope.

And he said Joe took him up on this charter, and that's it? Yeah. Well, he

had nothing but praise for Santini Air.

What time was this violation?

That's the one thing. It was around the same time, 12.38 in the afternoon.

Uh-huh.

I think I'm gonna pay this Yahara a call.

You want me to come with you?

No, you better go pick up the chopper before somebody else does.

You sure about that?

In case he doesn't qualify for Pope.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a Mr.

Takeshi Yahara.

I am he.

My name is Sinjin Hawk, Mr. Yahara.

I'm a Santini heir.

Hawk?

Mr. Hawk?

One of our pilots, a Miss Santini, has disappeared.

How distressing.

She, uh...

She violated restricted airspace.

Chimunga, yes.

Please don't hold her responsible.

She was acting under my instructions.

Mr. Yahara, do you recognize anyone in this photograph?

The circled one, is he familiar?

It's my father. What's going on here?

Navy Lieutenant Alan B. Hawk, acting.

Flight leader.

To be more specific about time and place,

the carrier Saratoga, Iwo Jima, 1945.

Died coronary thrombosis five years ago.

Am I correct?

That's enough games, Yara. What's going on here?

I cannot tell you how sorry I am that your father is, shall we say, out of my

reach.

If you must know...

Miss Santini is my prisoner.

Hand me that phone.

Death is an effective threat only to those who fear it, Mr. Hawk.

If you wish to see Miss Santini again, put the gun on the desk.

Know where I can find Mr. Yahara?

That expression doesn't look encouraging.

I've tried crosschecks, the Japanese Red Brigade, the Yakuza, and the Tokyo mobs.

Takashi Yahara is spotless. He's as clean as a whistle.

Come on, Jason. There's got to be something there.

Well, if you want to get down and dirty, he did fight for the Japanese Imperial

Army in the Second World War.

You want to make something out of that?

Oh, it's a start?

Terrific. Go ahead.

Rank.

I don't believe you. Come on, give me the rank. Rank, all right.

Uh, first lieutenant.

Branch of service?

Hang on, let's see.

1943, army pilot.

31st squadron fighter.

Volunteered March 1945 for special attacks corps.

Shot down.

POW for eight months.

Released, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. You sure?

Special attack corps?

It's right here. So what?

You should read some history sometime, Jason.

Rivers. Senjin and Joe have just vanished into thin air. The Special

Attack Corps was also known as the Divine Wind.

Kamikaze?

At least your Japanese is better than your history.

How did a kamikaze pilot end up as a POW?

Begs the question, doesn't it?

Hey, all POWs were interrogated prior to internment.

You got someone who can dig out the records?

Well, if we don't, I'll invent somebody.

What are we looking for here?

Anything that can tell us who Yahara is and what the hell he's up to. Right.

He asked a couple of questions about Mike and Jason, but I have a feeling

it's got something to do with the Chemunga nuclear plant.

In the Second World War?

The what?

How you doing?

My criminal talents aren't what they could.

Here.

I trust you both have been spending your time fruitfully.

Do you know fear, Mr. Hawk?

Do you know what it feels like?

I think so.

That is the question your father asked me when I was captured.

He could not understand the mind of a kamikaze warrior.

Yeah, well, he probably wasn't alone in that.

The proper use of the katana is an ancient and venerable art.

It's very educational, Yahara.

For example... If you

will sit well away, Miss Santini.

Thank you.

A blow to the top of the skull is delivered.

with a snap of the wrist at the moment of contact.

The blade does not penetrate.

It merely touches with immense force and cracks the skull like a walnut.

I ask you again, Mr. Hawk.

We will leave now.

Be patient.

Your waiting will soon be over.

Yeah, could you check that through your other branches?

That would be appreciated, thanks.

Mike? Yeah.

It's Ibo Tanabe.

Ibo, Major Mike Rivers.

How are you?

Well, Yahara's company's a front. There's no registration of it in or out

of state.

What'd you find?

Motive. You were dead right about history.

Ibo was one of our leading Asian experts.

He discovered these gems.

Well, let's hear it.

Go ahead, Ibo.

Spring 1945.

Lieutenant Takashi Yahara and the Kamikaze Squadron broke through the

fighter net around the U.S. fleet off Iwo Jima.

He was going for the Saratoga when a Hellcat pilot put him in the sea.

He was pulled out alive.

That's a miracle.

Here's another.

The Hellcat pilot was Lieutenant Alan B. Hawk.

St. John's father.

Revenge. After all these years, the guy's nuts.

It is a bit difficult for Westerners to understand Major Rivers.

But among followers of the ancient ways, such things are not unusual.

Haji in Japanese.

Shame inflicted upon one, if you like.

The truly devoted might wait years to avenge the lost honor.

And Sinjin's death would do that, eh?

My guess is there's more to it than that.

Yahara was to die that day.

His avowed mission was to destroy the carrier Saratoga.

His shame was in failing.

A single life is rarely a sufficient recompense for such things.

Oh, no, the Chemunga power plant.

Cho was reported in the security zone before she disappeared.

Is there any chance that he might try such a strike, Mr. Tanabe?

It's very possible, I'm afraid.

The question is, how?

Let me see it.

Ayashi, leave me alone for a while.

Time has come.

There they are.

Well, that should fix it.

They got orders to shoot anything that comes close to the Chemunga zone.

Round the clock till further notice.

I would have been happy to oblige you with Airwolf.

No, we'll put it to work looking for Sinjin and Joe.

If your hire was intending on hitting Jemunga, he must be based close by.

You know, we can always run Airwolf.

This can't be for real.

If that is who I think it is, he's got some nerve.

Takashi Yahara.

First Lieutenant Yahara Takashi.

I presume, Mr. Locke, you are responsible for the fighter screen at

Chemunga. That's correct, Yahara.

And now you're going to answer some of my questions.

Jason.

All right.

Let's go over and collect your friends.

It will be the other way around, I think.

Cut the crap, Yahara. Move, or I'll drop you right here.

Ask yourself a serious question, Mr. Locke.

To come here like this, either I am mad or in complete control of the situation.

Do I strike you as mad?

Where are Sinjin and Joe?

will not be the case if a call is not made from the telephone in that car in a

very few minutes and you die first that is of no consequence to

me you must know that pull the trigger mr locke

or give me the gun

My men will take you to your friends.

I will join you shortly.

Got any bright ideas?

No. This guy scares the hell out of me.

You yourself admitted, Mr. Locke, to authorizing the fighter's cream.

Therefore, you can withdraw it.

Give him the phone.

Do it.

Go to hell.

Very well.

You will please observe.

How delicate the human skull is.

Hey, relax. Take it easy.

You will be next, Major.

You will remain a witness until the end, Mr. Locke.

I'll make the call.

Tell them the emergency is over.

And the proper authorization code, please.

Nordrix.

Flight 309, report your mission and return to base.

Your traditional kamikaze farewell.

If he plows into that power plant, what'll it do?

I have a camera mounted on the plane.

You will witness it here on the monitor until impact.

Mr. Hawk will be spared the sight.

I am having you executed as I take off.

Take him outside.

Enjoy the show.

Many years ago in another plane, I expected to die.

And all the years since that day have been one long dream from dive to impact.

Today, that dream will come to an end.

I will find the glory and honor that I swore to then.

But you will die before me, Hawk, in shame and dishonor.

In gratitude for your service.

I give you back the lives that you committed to me.

Do this and go.

I trust you are receiving me?

You gotta alert the base.

Even if you got free now, Mr. Locke, the telephone lines have been...

You could not reach them in time.

Do not mourn the loss of your friend.

There is only innocence in death and the resolve to die.

Five miles to target, my friends.

That's impossible.

Who the hell's flying that thing?

What is this?

Yohara, you've got ten seconds to reverse your course.

It's sentient.

I see my men have betrayed me.

No, Yohara.

They were true to the end.

I will have to finish this myself.

I believe that was your last missile, Yajara.

Wrong, Hawk.

I'm flying the last one.

At this range, even if you hit me, the explosion will finish us both.

I wouldn't count on it, Yajara.

Werewolves survive at that range?

Hang tight guys, I'm on my way.

All right, you gotta see this trick. Now, this is great.

Give me your hand.

You gotta remember, this saved my life. Oh, me too.

You never know when this could come in handy.

Uh, I hate this.

Now what?

Do you have a hairpin? Yeah.

All right.

Uh-huh, great. Could you just hurry it up a little? I adore Mike, but this is

getting a little kinky. Just one little twist and... you'll be free as a bird.

Great.

Even Houdini had days like this. Where is he now?

Hey, Sergeant, do you want me to show you how it's done?

Here you go.

You'll be out in a jiffy.

I've been out in a jiffy, you know.

And one for you.

Thanks, Jason.

Here you go.

How did you do that?

It's a trick my father taught me.

All right, let me see that again.

Okay, give me your wrist.

Lock that like that.

Here, sit over here.

Sit down here, and we'll lock you to this chair.

Yeah? And just keep working the lock.

Yeah.

That's what I was doing before.

It's not working.

I don't know what made me think I could do this in the first place. I guess I

lost my head.

Look, Jason, I'm going to have to have the key. I can't get out.

Jason?

Jason?

Lark?

Lark, I'm not kidding. Don't leave me.

Lark?

Guys, come on, guys. Don't do this to me.

I'll buy you first round.

Let's hear it.

hmm hmm

Thank you.