Original subtitles

Next, on Airwolf.

Somebody's entered the lair.

They found Airwolf?

Finding that helicopter means a great deal to me.

You might say it's a matter of life or death.

Look out!

John Bradford Horn.

I always thought he'd make another try for Airwolf.

There's no smell of gas on the rocks. There's nothing. The helicopter was

here. I'm positive.

We'll have to find a new home for the lady.

Mom, this is no way to treat a lady.

You see? She's starting to act up.

You should have told Archangel to forget it.

What's your location?

About 500 miles west of the Virgin Islands, 1,000 feet.

Make this quick, Michael, because we're getting the hell knocked out of us.

Okay. Insert that special laser disc I gave you.

You got it.

Now, baby, let's show them how it's done.

All systems are go here.

Telemetry should be starting now.

Roger, Dominic.

How much longer, Michael?

Hang on. Almost finished.

Easy, baby. Just a little more.

That's okay. We got enough.

Now get out of there.

Keys are dead ahead. We cleared the storm.

Hallelujah!

Well a mission like that makes this valley look mighty pretty.

Oh, it's good to be home. Yeah, let's put the lady to bed.

So what kind of damage we got in the leading?

We popped a few rivets, shook loose some components and lateral scanners. Nothing

fatal. Not this time.

Now, how about that cold one you promised me, huh?

How much further is it?

Oh, not far. Another couple of minutes.

Good. I know your boss likes to keep his meetings private, but this is a far

sight of nowhere.

Does he get a problem, Quist? Should he?

Well, it took longer to put this deal together than I told him, but we're very

close. Maybe a couple of days.

Maybe you should talk to him about that.

Honey, relax. He's just doing his job.

Exactly. I'm just doing my job.

Eddie, this is far enough. Could you pull it over, please?

Well, this is where we get out.

I think we better wait. I don't think he's here yet.

He'll show himself after he sees you.

No, get out.

No.

Rengrace, Ren-

She couldn't have got too far.

Come on.

Come on, we better get

out of here.

No sign of a malfunction.

Must be the real thing.

What real thing? What is it?

Somebody's entered the lair.

Everything looks okay. Nothing disturbed.

Hey, John.

Oh, my God.

I'll get someone to get some help.

Hello?

One moment, please.

There. That should keep you occupied for a while.

Call for you, sir, Mr. Quist.

Check.

All right, Quist, what is it?

Yes, Mr. Horne, it's about that little problem you had with Billings.

That should have been settled by now.

Yes, sir, he's history.

When you ask me to handle something, sir, it gets done.

We, uh, had a slight problem with his girlfriend, sir.

What happened, Quist? And please don't snow me.

No, sir, I wouldn't do that.

Mr. Horne, it was like this. Billings put up a fight.

I took care of him, but his girlfriend ran.

Now, I hit her once, but some people showed up just before I could find her

body. Are you saying that she's escaped?

No, sir. No, sir. There'd be a thousand to one shot.

She was alone out there in the desert. She was bleeding all over the place.

She's lying out there dead, sir. I'm sure of it.

Well, I'm not.

Now, listen, Quist.

No one in my operations make mistakes.

Billings already found that out.

I understand, sir.

I want you to pick me up at 4.30, and I'll be expecting good news.

You can depend on me.

Is she going to be alright?

It looks like it.

Thank you.

I understand you're Miss Grace Harrison.

Michael Coldsmith Briggs.

Miss Harrison, you were found in a classified installation.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about that.

You a cop?

No, I work for the government.

Oh, the FBI?

No. Nah, I didn't think so. They don't dress snazzy like you.

Do you get that working for the government?

Yes, a couple of years ago.

And they're still making you work?

You should have got a pension.

You could sue. You know, my first cousin's a lawyer.

Yes, well, uh, Miss Harrison, if we could, I'd like to get back to business.

Do you feel up to answering a few questions?

Well, yeah, I guess so, but, uh, don't make it too hard on me, huh? My head

still feels like someone used it for hockey practice.

I'll keep it simple.

Is, uh, Grace Harrison your full name?

Do I have to answer that?

I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, okay, but, um, don't laugh.

My real name is Alma Grace Harrison, but I never use it.

Alma. It sounds like I should be making quilts or worked in a library or

something.

Um, what were you doing in the desert alone?

Oh, well, um, I was taking pictures.

You know, like with the camera.

I mean, sometimes I just get these urges to go out in the desert and take

pictures.

Kind of a junior Ansel Adams, hmm?

If you say so.

What kind of a camera do you use?

Oh, now, I'm not real good with names. It was Japanese, though. I think they

called it, um, uh, Tokyo.

I see. Um, how did you get hurt?

I was out there taking pictures, and all of a sudden, I hear all these engines,

and it's a motorcycle gang.

Now, I don't want to brag, but a woman who looks like me shouldn't meet a

motorcycle gang out in the middle of the desert, if you know what I mean.

Absolutely.

Anyways, they had these guns, and they were shooting them all over the place,

so I hid behind these rocks, and one of the bullets must have bounced off a

boulder or something because it hit me.

Did you cry out, let them know you were there?

Are you kidding?

I stayed hidden until they left.

And then I was just wandering around, and I found that cave in the helicopter.

Gee, that's a hot-looking machine.

I remember thinking that it must have a radio inside, but I must have blacked

out or something before I figured out how to open up the door. And the next

thing I remember, I woke up here.

Hmm.

Why didn't you use your vehicle? You must have driven to that area.

Well,

I forgot to tell you that part.

The motorcycle gang stole it.

I see.

Thank you, Grace.

That'll be enough for now.

Why don't you get some rest?

Quite a performance, eh? Yeah, I thought I was a bad liar.

What do you think she's up to?

I'm not sure, but she's certainly not my idea of some super spy who tracked down

Airwolf on purpose.

Well, there's no argument about that.

What puzzles me is that gunshot wound.

Why would anybody want to hurt a girl like that?

Well, I could turn up the heat on her, demolish her story, maybe break her

down. No, Michael, she's already so frightened of whoever shot her.

Kate's right about that.

If we scared her, she'd just climb up more.

Gotta find some way to get her to tell the truth without her knowing she's

telling it.

Hi.

We cleaned your slacks and replaced the sweater and jacket.

I'll just hang them here.

Oh, thanks a lot.

I think I'm gonna take a nap.

Okay.

He heading into town?

Yeah.

Hop in.

So I told him to keep his hands off me, and he dumped me by the side of the

road.

Creep.

Yeah. For some reason, I seemed to attract him.

Other girls draw millionaires.

i get the weirdos oh come on a nice looking lady like you have your pickup

man yeah tell me about it the trouble is i'm a sucker for a

good story i mean these guys can see me coming a mile away and they always got

these sad puppy dog eyes next

thing you know i'm doing their laundry and supporting the two of us

You ought to know how to change that.

Yeah, sure.

But the way I figure it, sooner or later, there will be a Mr. Right.

No luck, sir.

She hasn't been in her room and her car's not in the parking garage. Got a

problem, Quist.

There she is. Right there in that car.

Well, well.

Stringfellow Hawk.

Stringfellow who?

Never mind.

Let's see what they do.

Well, thanks a lot for the ride.

Sure I can't see you.

Well, gee...

any other time, but I gotta go out of town for a while.

Why didn't she come back? She knows we're following her.

She's kind of a dim bulb.

Well, be that as it may, she wouldn't come back here to stay.

Tell Eddie to drive her to the garage.

Eddie!

I'm sorry, sir.

She's not in her room, and her key is still in the box.

Right. You're welcome.

I know it sounds crazy, but that's really what happened.

See, um, they caught me there, and this government man was giving me the third

degree.

Well, I didn't say nothing about you, Mr. Horn.

Uh, I just sandbagged and gave him the slip, and I was on my way out of town

when you and Mr. Quist, well... I know this doesn't make a lot of sense, but...

Well, that's all right, Grace.

I'm sure it's the truth.

Would you like something to settle your nerves? A drink, perhaps?

Oh, thanks, Mr. Horn.

I'd love a scotch and milk with a couple teaspoons of sugar stirred in.

You heard the lady, Quist.

Grace.

Have you any idea what you stumbled onto here?

No, I guess I don't, Mr. Horn.

Do you think you could find that cave again?

Well, I don't know. I don't have a real good sense of direction.

My dad used to say I could get lost in a closet.

Suppose I had Quist help you, take you back to that same area.

Well, I could try.

Oh, you will have to do a lot better than that, Grace.

Finding that helicopter means a great deal to me.

You might say it's a matter of life or death.

I wasn't 30 seconds behind her at that hotel.

She just disappeared.

You think she could have made you as a plant?

Oh, come on, Michael. She could make a philodendron as a plant.

Grace is no spy.

Whether she fooled us or not, the bottom line is that she's gone and she's out of

our control.

And I say we better start making some plans of our own.

Yeah. I think it's time we pulled off our little surprise.

This is it?

It sure looks like it.

Yeah, I'm almost positive.

Ladies first.

Okay, Grace, where is it?

I don't know.

It was here.

You sure this is the right place?

Well, it's got to be.

See?

That's where they get the helicopter in and out.

Looks awfully narrow to me.

There's no oil spots on the ground. There's no smell of gas on the rocks.

There's nothing. You think the man is her boss?

We'll see.

If he is, I'll have an assault team all over the place.

was here. I'm positive.

I'm not sure what your game is, Grace, but I'm not going back to the boss with

another problem.

He said if you fail, I should carry out my contract.

Don't, Chris, please.

Okay, Grace, I'm going to help you out.

We'll go back and we'll talk to Mr. John Horn.

I'll take the heat for you.

Thanks, Chris.

Let's get out of here.

I have to find a new home for the lady.

John Bradford Horn.

Boy, if we could get our hands on him.

Do you think he's still in this area?

Who knows? The last report I had said he was out of the country doing business

here by telephone.

I always thought he'd try again to grab Airwolf.

It's the key to the one thing he hasn't got.

Right. A place where he can live without fear of expulsion.

With Airwolf, he'd take over some little island country and then set up his own

government. Not while I'm walking around, Michael.

When we got there, everything had been cleaned out. No helicopter, no bench, no

tool, nothing.

Well, that's disappointing.

Oh, I'm awful sorry, Mr. Horn. I did my best.

Obviously, they became suspicious of you when you disappeared from your hotel

room.

So, they relocated Airwolf just to be safe.

Well, Grace, you'll just have to make contact with them again.

Me?

Well, I lied to them. They'll never believe me. They'll arrest me.

Of course, if you'd rather not risk it.

Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Hornet... But if you don't,

you'll no longer be of any use to me.

And you remember what happened to Billings when he was no longer of any

use to me.

Yeah. Anything you say, Mr. Horne.

Good.

Now, the first thing we have to do is let them think they caught up with you.

On their own.

That's it.

Two more leg lifts. Like this?

Yeah. Nice and slow until your injury heals.

One more.

A couple more.

Keep going.

There you go. Keep going.

Three more.

That's it. There you go.

Grace, look out!

Grace!

Are you okay?

She popped a couple of stitches, but the surgical tape should hold it.

Otherwise, she's fine. Thank you, Doctor.

Now, Miss Harrison, my colleagues and I know that you're in deep trouble.

We also know that your previous story was a fairy tale.

You must think I'm really terrible, lying to the government and everything,

but I was just so scared.

See, there's this man named John Bradford Horn. Excuse me.

Michael, shouldn't Hawk be here for this?

He's busy outside.

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Go ahead.

Please, Miss Harrison, continue.

Well, Tom Billings, the man they found murdered in the desert, was my

boyfriend.

He tried to double-cross Horn, and Horn sent his hitman out to try to kill us,

and I got away, and I just stumbled into that cave.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Why did you run away?

Well, when I saw that helicopter, I knew that it had to be something special.

And I thought I could make a deal with Horn.

But Horn didn't believe me. He thought I was trying to trick him.

You gotta help me, or I'm dead.

There's only one way you're going to be safe, and that is for you to help us

capture Horn.

Me?

Well, how?

Tell us everything you know about him.

Have you seen him? Is he in the country?

Well, no.

I talked to him. He's in Costa Rica or Puerto

Rico or one of those ricas.

But you can contact him, right?

Well, see, I call this number, and they pick me up, and they drive me around,

and then they take me to this weird-looking phone, and I call, but it

sounds like he's underwater or something.

Grace, there's only one thing that'll tempt Horn to come back, the helicopter.

You've got to convince him that you know where it is.

Well, I could do my best.

Once you're absolutely certain that he's coming in person, we'll give you a

likely-sounding location, and then when he shows up, we'll grab him.

And you can just walk away.

And you'll back me up if I need it?

Absolutely.

Grish, take a few minutes and you think about this.

Michael.

Are you sure there's nothing else that you want to tell me?

No.

I mean, I don't know what you want me to say.

You know, Grace, you're not the kind of person that should be involved in

something like this.

And the only way that you're going to make it through is to quit playing games

and just tell the pure truth.

But I did, Hawk.

Honest.

All right.

If you're sure.

Grace.

You be careful.

Tell you anything?

No.

You know, Michael, sometimes this job really stinks.

This is Bird Dog. We have subject in sight.

Subject is leaving control vehicle at Spring Avenue and Maple Drive.

Subject is being picked up in a late model blue sedan.

They are southbound on Maple Drive.

We are maintaining contact.

We are maintaining contact.

Subject is still on Stevens Canyon Drive, just exiting the tunnel.

We lost her.

You know, I still don't believe that Grace was working with Horn.

In fact, Horn probably arranged all this.

Yeah.

Wouldn't it have been nice if she could have led us to him?

Well, she didn't, so we'll have to do it the hard way.

So, Grace, they're waiting for you to betray me, huh?

You've got them totally fooled, sir.

Naturally.

Did they mention Airwolf?

Well, um, not exactly, but I'm pretty sure they've hidden it on a field in

that farm.

Why do you say that, Grace?

Well, it's just, um, little hints, you know, veiled remarks, nods of heads,

things like that. I see.

Yes, I'll bet they'd love me to come to that field after Airwolf.

They'd have quite a reception committee waiting for me.

I don't get it.

It's simple, Grace.

Hawk and the firm don't just drop little hints.

They're too smart for that.

They were deliberately trying to mislead you.

You mean they're just using me too?

But no matter.

I know where they'll hide, Airwolf.

The only logical place.

Your people did a pretty good job with that.

You have to get up pretty close to find out it's not Airwolf.

It is, of course, if they show up at all. Remember, we're betting they won't.

Oh, mamma mia.

I hope this thing doesn't get so complicated that we're going to outsmart

ourselves. Well, there's always that possibility.

Maybe they'll take the bait.

I don't see how you can all just stand around so calmly talking about this.

You're gambling with Airwolf. I think it's a big mistake. I know what you

mean, Kate.

It's like betting the Mona Lisa on a roll of the dice.

None of us like the idea very much, but it's the only way to get Horn.

Or grab Airwolf.

Well, they're still headed due west.

Squad's ready, sir.

Right, let's go.

All right, men, load it up.

Hawk, we read you.

We've picked up the signal from Airwolf.

Well, that's good news.

Where's he headed?

Due west. If it continues its present course, the likely destination is... The

harbor, San Pedro.

The harbor, San Pedro.

Listen to me.

There's a park about a mile from the harbor on the second avenue.

We'll meet you there.

Roger.

Well, it looks like everything's going according to plan.

I'm telling you, I had nightmares about that little beeper not working and that

guy Horn heading south with my baby.

Relax, Gracie. It'll all be over soon.

I'll be Mr. Horn's right-hand man and you'll be free as a bird.

Oh, please, God, let it be the truth.

If I ever get out of this, I'm gonna get a job and a rest home.

Guess it's been pretty rough on a civilian like you.

Yeah. Now I know what a ping-pong ball feels like.

There it is, Grace. We're home free.

So how are we doing on time?

We'll make it. Let's just hope Horn is there.

Where's the leader? Right where we thought.

Stopped at Pier 11.

Aha! Well, what about Grace?

I've assigned two men from the Zebra Squad to watch out for her and protect

her if she's there.

It's the best I can do, Hawk.

Hello, Grace. Hi, Mr. Horn.

You'll excuse me.

All right.

Get this ready for departure.

You've done well.

And you both deserve a little reward.

It's not necessary, sir.

Gee, thanks a lot, Mr. Horn.

John Horn always pays top dollar for a... Top job.

Go fire up the lady.

All right, follow me.

Grace.

Yeah.

You'll be all right.

No.

Not this time.

It's only a...

One miracle to a customer.

One reason Grace is dead.

John Bradford Horn.

Open their communication channel, Dom. Roger.

Horn, this is Stringfellow Hawk.

to think what could have happened if Horn had taken the lady with him.

Something's wrong, Dom.

It was too easy.

Very perceptive, Hawk. Better luck next time.

Track him.

I knew it.

No time to track that source string. He's long gone.

Horn's got to be down there somewhere.

Sure, but where?