All language subtitles for Airwolf S04E03 - A Town For Hire-eng

I'm going to...

(LASER GUN FIRING)

It's Jo's.

You know, my friend crashed
into a mountainside

and nobody around here
seems to give a damn.

Get him off the street
before I have to.

We just sold our souls
to Lundahl.

Ready or not,

here it comes.

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

JO: Dead on target.

I'm reading you
perfectly, Saint John.

Laser digital
communication.

According to Locke, it can sing,
dance, juggle and walk the dog.

But can it cook?

(LAUGHS)

Hey! Where's the fire?

Put the pedal to the metal,
fly-boy!

Never challenge a man who
can burn rubber on a cloud.

JO: "Burn rubber on a cloud!"
Where do you get that stuff?

SAINT JOHN: The same place you got,
"Put the pedal to the metal."

(JO LAUGHS)

Catch me if you can!

Ladies first doesn't count in the
air, so don't expect any favors.

JO: Remember that summer Uncle
Dom took us up to the lake

and you beat me
in that swimming race?

SAINT JOHN: (SCOFFS)
What about it?

JO: Ah, well,
this is where I get even.

Hang on to your hat.

(LASER GUN FIRING)

Looks like we're not the only
ones doing some testing.

I'm going to...

Saint John?

Jo?

Jo, come on.
No kidding around.

Jo, where are you?

Come in, Jo.

(LASER GUN FIRING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Jo, come in.

Damn it, Jo, come in.

Oh, God!

Mayday, mayday.
This is two-seven-kilo-bravo.

Pilot down, approximately ten
miles south east of Santa Mira.

Please respond.

Damn it!

(GRUNTS)

Crash... Jo crashed.

Tracey, you can't leave,
not like this.

Give me one good reason
why I should stay, Daddy.

Because I need you, honey.

What for?
To cover for you?

Drive you home at night
when the bar closes?

I came here to help you
with the hospital, Daddy.

Not to babysit.

I'll finish my caseload
and then that's it.

(SHUSHING)

Don't you talk like that.

I'm not gonna let this
happen again.

Yes, you will, Daddy.

And if I stay here, I'll just pick
up all the pieces like Mom did.

Tracey, I...

Will you let me go?
I gotta go find Jo.

Settle down there, son.

Whoever this Jo is, I'm sure he's
in much better shape than you are.

She! She crashed.
Hasn't anybody...

You're the one
who crashed, son.

You can't go bouncing around
like that just yet, Mr. Hawke.

You got
a slight concussion.

Would you hold still,
please?

Will you listen to me?

A friend and I were
flying, she crashed.

She's the one
who needs a doctor.

The nurse said you were
mumbling about that all night.

We figured you
were just delirious.

I've been here all night?

You've been unconscious since
they brought you here yesterday.

All night and you haven't
even looked for her?

I've got to find her.

Now hold on.
You're not in any shape to leave here.

Forget it. I'm going.

Okay.

I'll drive, you point.

I'll start downloading the photos and
shipping them through to the Company.

Those close-ups of the South China
Sea ought to make them happy.

What'd make me happy is a hot
sauna and a nice cold beer.

I'll get on the blower
to Jo and Saint John

and tell them to get your
office nice and toasty.

Tell them to put a
cold can on your desk.

Good.

Wolf to cubs. Wolf to cubs.
Do you read?

Is anybody home?

Nobody there.

Maybe that means that they've
already got the beer in the cooler.

I don't understand.

You're sure
this was the place?

Yeah, I remember this area.
The rocks, this pond. I couldn't land.

I saw her here.

Mister, I hate to say it,
but there's nothing here.

Look at it.

No whirlybird, no pilot,

no sign of a crash.

I know what I saw.
I know what happened.

Somebody would have noticed
a helicopter crash.

Let me take you
back to the hospital.

No. I want to
look around some more.

(SIGHS) Look, mister,
I think Doc Kensington

should get another look
at that head of yours.

I don't need a doctor.

Where's my plane?

(SIGHS)

What do you think,
Mr. Lundahl?

I think...

I think we've got a
loose end here, Baker.

We're going to
have to tie it up.

Now listen, the doc says you shouldn't
be walking around, much less flying.

Look, Sheriff, I know what
happened to my friend yesterday.

If I have to be a one man search
party, then that's what I'll be.

What the hell?

LUNDAHL: Mr. Hawke!

Mr. Hawke, I keep a crew on
hand to service my own planes.

I thought I'd let
them earn their keep.

Who are you?

My name is Martin Lundahl.
I'm very pleased to meet you.

It appears as though

your plane isn't going to be ready
to leave for two or three more days.

Then let me
use one of yours.

I'm afraid I can't.
All my planes are grounded.

You know, my friend crashed
into a mountainside

and nobody around here
seems to give a damn.

Look, sonny, you come roaring
in here yelling about a crash,

get everybody and his
dog looking for what?

Scrub brush and ghosts.

You got a phone
around here I can use?

Of course, we do.

If you would go right through these doors
and around to the right of the building.

Did you see all the high-tech junk
he's got wired into this thing?

That guy's
no crop duster.

I don't care
who or what he is.

I just don't want him
nosing around right now.

Is that clear?

Clear enough.

(EXHALES)

Pull up as tight as we can
get on that fleet of ships.

Okay, going into
super-snoop mode.

Mind if I use your phone?

Sure, go ahead.

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Company store.

Mike. Listen,
I need you to come.

Jo's chopper...

Mike?

Mike?

Saint John.

Saint John.

What happened?

We got cut off.

He said he needed us to come.
He and Jo might be in some kind of trouble.

Give him five minutes.

If he doesn't call back,
put a trace on it.

The line's dead. You got
another phone I can use?

It won't do any good.

They're putting new
lines into the factory.

They've probably
cut the cable again.

Well, how long
till they get it fixed?

Last time it took
over a day. Sorry.

Yeah. Thanks.

Now listen, there's no medical
reason to get him back.

Then find one!
He's getting to be a problem.

I think it's a little
late to worry about

what Mr.
Hawke's gonna find out, isn't it?

It's never too late,
Doctor.

Get him off the street
before I have to.

Too bad about the girl,
though.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

Saint John's call was too short
to get a pinpoint on it,

but I think
we got a general area.

Jo filed flight plans
for an air-to-air test

on that laser
communications package.

They're out in the
Santa Mira mountains.

Well, let's put
the two together

and hope that they come up
with Saint John and Jo.

Help you?

Yeah. I need to rent a car.

I'm afraid there's not much
I can do for you there.

Like to try, but...

But right now,
there's nothing for rent.

That's right.
I'm plumb out of cars.

Well, how about one to sell?

No, I'm afraid I can't
help you there, either.

You might try Ralph
up the road a ways.

You see, I already tried him and
he suggested I come see you.

I can't help you.

Sorry about that and all.

Yeah, right.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you all right?
I've been worried about you.

There's nothing wrong
with me, it's my friend Jo.

She's laying out
there hurt somewhere.

Sheriff Duranti said...
I don't care what he said.

Look, Dr. Kensington.

Tracey.

Tracey.

Look, right now all I need is a ride back up there.
That's all I'm asking.

I may have bumped my head,
but I am not crazy.

Okay, come on.
Get in.

Looks to me like the flight plan
only crosses a couple of towns.

The call had to either come
from Crestridge or Santa Mira.

Well, first one,
and then the other.

(SIGHS)

There's nothing.

She was trapped.
I saw her crash.

Look, I'm here to help you.

Then tell me what the hell
is going on around here.

Helicopters just don't
disappear into thin air.

What is it with this town
anyway?

Hey, I don't know.

You know,
I'm a stranger here myself.

I just came here
to help my dad.

Something metal hit this rock.

(EXHALES)

Jo's chopper.

Then where's the wreck?

It's Jo's.

Are you sure it's hers?

Yeah.

I have to contact some
friends. Can you help me?

I can try.

Pull over.

What?

Just pull over, quick!

Hey, where are you going?

Slide over.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GASPS)
What's he trying to do?

Hey.

The guy keeps pushing.

I tell you, he's gonna keep digging
until he comes up with something.

What are you suggesting,
Hank?

Are you gonna shove a gun in
his face and pull the trigger?

Well, I'm not going to let
him get to the state police.

In 24 hours we'd be dead in the water.
Guaranteed.

Boys!

Accidents happen.

Or can be made to happen.

Could be he's a dead issue
already, Doc.

Just like the girl.

The girl
didn't just happen.

Lundahl pushed the wrong
button on one of his toys.

I suggest that you remember
who gave a rummy doctor

and this whole town
a second chance.

How many people are gonna get killed
before we pay back Mr. Lundahl?

As many as it takes.

We just sold our souls
to Lundahl.

I don't see you passing up
any of the benefits, Doctor.

I'd like to report
an accident, Sheriff.

Another helicopter crash?

SAINT JOHN: No. White sedan.

Reckless driving.
Went up like the Fourth of July.

Almost killed
the lady and me.

Tracey?

I'm all right, Daddy.

Where's Jo?

Daddy?

Well, that's it.

We've done everything but cross-stitch
a pattern over their flight plan.

Not a sign.

I've got something.
Huh?

Heading 207.

I can't see a thing.

That's because it's
five feet underground.

Check out your monitor.

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

Looks like Jo's.
Is there any sign of...

LOCKE: Negative.
Nobody's there.

Alive or otherwise.

Yeah. Well, I think it's time
that we checked out Santa Mira.

I don't care.

Lou, I'm in the middle of the
most important deal of my life.

I don't need
any interruptions.

Hawke got Baker up on the mountain road.
The doc is folding on us.

This whole cover up's
going to hell.

In 24 hours, there's not going
to be anything to cover up

except our
bank accounts.

So you can be another quarter
of a billion dollars richer.

Lou, you're gonna
get your share.

Just hold up your end.

Santa Mira.

Population 471
as of last census.

Current estimate 2,200.

Looks like
a boom town to me.

No, but it's got
one heck of a factory.

Lundahl Industries
Incorporated.

Sole owner,
Martin Lundahl.

Bought an old paint factory and
turned it into a chemical plant.

Anything on Lundahl?

Man seems to be
a model citizen.

(WHISTLES)

What is it?

LOCKE: SAM-7 s, air-to-air
missiles, artillery,

ranks of them,
like a corn field.

Like an ammo dump
from World War III.

Welcome to the lion's den.

Hey, you think maybe Jo and
Saint John stumbled onto this?

Only one way to find out.

You're right. Okay, hold on.

Going down.

Okay.

I think I'll just go down, have
a little tour of the factory.

Mike, hold on.
Keep in touch with this.

She's lucky
I was able to hide her.

She's gonna be okay.

Jo?

Saint John, hi.

Hi, yourself.
How are you feeling?

Oh, uh, stiff.

At least I feel something,
thanks to the doc here.

Heck of a stunt, huh?

I still can't figure out
how I did it.

We've got to get you out
of here. Can you get up?

She should be able
to walk to the car.

I think they're testing some
kind of weapon out there.

My chopper got in the way.

Here.

What the hell
does Lundahl make?

I don't know. Some
kind of guns, ammunition.

Why would anybody around here go
along with something like that?

The paint factory closed.
People had no way of making a living.

Lundahl offered us one.

Not much of an offer
if you ask me.

You know, folks,

it just ain't polite to leave
without saying goodbye.

Gentlemen, we're not simply talking
about advanced firepower here.

We're talking about one of the most
significant developments in ballistics

since the Chinese
invented gunpowder.

We can actually

customize the concentration of
each of these explosive tips

to meet any of
your requirements.

(GUN COCKING)

I'm sure you gentlemen can
understand the critical factor

that the quality of your ammunition
will be in a combat situation.

As you can see,
accuracy is no problem.

Neither is power.

Our version of the M16
is not the only weapon

that can utilize
that kind of power.

And when it comes to armor-piercing
capabilities, gentlemen,

nothing beats
our Mark Seven.

Which we like to call around
here, our tank buster.

LOCKE: What the...

Mike. Do you read me?

I believe
I've made my point.

We can provide that ammunition
in quantity immediately.

Our mass-production facilities are,
of course, state of the art.

Gentlemen, I would like you
to take a look at the catalog

and please,
if you wouldn't mind,

turn to page 12
where it says,

"Laser-sighted
automatic rifles."

Mr. Lundahl.

Would you excuse me
for a moment?

Locke, Mike.

It's Saint John and Jo,
they're here.

Roger. What's the plan?

MIKE: You can blow the front doors
off this building in two minutes

and we'll try to
make our getaway.

(EXHALES)

You should have stayed
out of my business.

Nice business.

Production of illegal weapons.

What's the matter?
Don't you people believe in free enterprise?

That was goodbye, folks.

Hank?

Next, gentlemen, I would
like to take you outside

and give you a demonstration of our
laser-sighted automatic rifle.

We'll look at
our laser cannon.

Which, by the way, is capable of
taking out any type of aircraft.

Would you uncover that and
start it up for us, please?

We'll let it warm up for a while
before we take it outside.

Heads up.

Get down.

(SCREAMING)

It's gonna blow.
Get out there, come on.

Get them out of here,
I'll cover you.

You bet. Come on.

Stop the truck!

Stop it.

What the hell kind
of a chopper is that?

Never mind that.

Let's get out of here before
this whole place blows up.

Damn. Not a very friendly
bunch, are they?

Let's give them some
southern hospitality.

What the...

I'm losing power!

Everything's out.

I'll have to switch
to manual override.

Come on. Come on.

That's the one.

Back in business.

Now let's put this place out
of business once and for all.

Anybody for a taxi
out of Santa Mira?

Hi.
Hi.

You about ready?

Mmm-hmm.

You know, it's funny.
All the time I was in here,

I thought they shot you down.

You never gave up on me,
did you?

How could I do that?

I didn't finish teaching you
to dog fight.

I can still wax your tail,
fly-boy.

Hi.
SAINT JOHN: Hi.

Hi. Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

You two packed
and ready to go?

Oh, no, no. I'm staying.

(SIGHS) I'm gonna stay, too.

I think there's still a lot of good
medicine I can learn from my old man.

There'll still be enough people left
in Santa Mira to make a go of it?

Well, the town is a little empty,
but if one person needs a doctor,

that's a reason to stay.

Say, you two wouldn't mind if we signed
you off duty for the night, would you?

We're starving. Why don't
we go out and celebrate?

Sounds good to me.
I'm hungry, too. Let's go.

Can you grab my bag?

Thanks.

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