All language subtitles for Airwolf S04E05 - Windows-eng

You know, I just don't see how
one piece of computer hardware

can stop a space launch.

He doesn't make his connection
by midnight, it's game over.

Just a scrap of silicone
with microchips

and yet men die for it.
Countries may even go to war for it.

(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)

What the hell was that?

It's here somewhere.

I got three hours before I have to
call off a billion dollar space shot.

Come on, hotshot.
Make your move.

I can't stand
much more of this.

Three weeks we've been
on this guy's tail now.

That's longer than
most of my relationships.

You don't get to be the number
one courier for the KGB

by rushing
into things.

This cat, Devereau,
is one smooth operator.

He may be cool, but
he's on a deadline, too.

He doesn't make his connection
by midnight, it's game over.

You know, I just don't see how
one piece of computer hardware

can stop a space launch.

When it's the circuit
board for the satellite,

you'd better believe
it's crucial.

Let me check monitor two and see if
our launch is still in countdown.

MAN: Houston,
this is Mission Control.

Systems go for final countdown in
T-minus seven hours and counting.

(SIGHING)

MIKE: Heads up, pals.

SAINT JOHN:
What do you have?

Possible contact coming up
behind Devereau.

Can you get a clear enough
shot to run a make on him?

I'm way ahead of you.

Got him.

Uri Tatloff.

Not what you'd
call a major-leaguer.

He's a file clerk at the Soviet Embassy.
Strictly small potatoes.

So what's a low-level civil
servant doing hanging out

with a top brass
like Devereau?

(CHUCKLING) I don't know. Maybe he's trying
to make the Party's social register.

Or maybe he can't wait to share
one high-tech circuit board.

Why don't we go ask him?

LOCKE: Mike.

Stay with Devereau.
Looks like he's heading home.

All right.
I'll alert Jo.

(GRUNTING)
Get in the car.

You cannot do this to me!
You are breaking my civil rights!

Yeah, I'll break more than your civil
rights if you don't talk to me.

Now get in.

While you're at it,

the third floor
exit light is out.

Okay.
I'll take a look.

(BEEPING)

Shoot. Nothing.

You sure you got a good
reading on him, Jo?

Of course I'm sure. If he
had the circuit board on him,

I would have picked up
the titanium on my detector.

Yeah, well, keep on fishing.
He's got to make contact in the next few hours.

This waiting around
is driving me crazy.

How about something less
stressful next time,

like preventing the overthrow
of some banana republic?

(CHUCKLING) She does governments,
but she doesn't do windows.

You're my kind of girl, Jo.

Uh-huh, well, remember that
when I need you, okay?

Yeah, hang in there.
Yep.

MIKE: Locking in to
Whisper Mode.

(SIGHING) Oh, geez.

All right.

Come on, Devereau, you
always watch the 6:00 news.

What's with this
Julia Child stuff?

(BEEPING)
(OSCAR BARKING)

Oscar, you little demon!
You wait for Mama!

You bad boy!
Such a trouble maker!

(CHUCKLING)
Nice catch, Eric.

Oh, thank you.
Come on, Oscar.

Come, come, come, come, come.

That's a good...

There, there.
Oh, no, no, no, no.

You are glad to be back
with your mama? Hmm?

I guess having Oscar's a little
like having a kid around, huh?

He is always into trouble.
(GRUNTING)

My doctor tells me having
pets makes you live longer,

but he doesn't have to chase that little
monster all over God's green earth.

Don't listen to her, Oscar.
We all know she loves you.

You've been such a help since
you started working here.

Please, let me
make tea for you soon.

Sure. Maybe later.
Fine.

Mike? I'm going downstairs
to check the basement.

(SIGHING)

7:00 brandy, his second.

He's going to be in orbit
before our satellite.

MAN: Weather conditions
are A-okay for launch

in T-minus six hours.

Well, don't count on it.
We've only got six hours

before we scrub the entire Quasar
Defense System. Keep in touch.

Oh! Ms. Delaney!
Geez, you scared the life out of me.

Sorry.
I'm looking for Eric.

Oh, I think I just saw him go
upstairs with Hannah and Oscar.

Thanks, Jo. He's only been home for a few
days and that dog's already his best friend.

Well, you know, boys and dogs.
Yeah, I guess.

You said you would
take me to your office,

not my consulate.

Think of it as a compromise, comrade.
First you talk, then we bargain.

We still haven't heard any
mention of Devereau's contact.

Come on!
I'll tell you! Stop!

Devereau is working with somebody
else in that apartment building.

Who?
Not here. In your office.

(GRUNTING)

(EXCLAIMING)

I got the license number.
Tatloff?

I'm afraid our office ain't
gonna do him any good now.

I'll call Mike.

Better pick us up, Mike.
Looks like the party's over.

MAN: Astronauts, prepare for
final run-through and check-off

for launch in T-minus
three hours and 10 minutes.

MAN 1: Roger,
Mission Control.

Somebody in the apartment building?
Didn't he say anything else?

He ran out of time.

Okay, here's the data
on the tenants.

Hannah Molnar.
Maiden name Kolcheski.

Born Warsaw, Poland.
Husband, Joseph Molnar.

Deceased, 1941.

Two children.
Ilse and Katia, both deceased, '43.

She's got one sister, Carla.
Still living in Poland.

She immigrated in '53.

Yes? Ah, you came.
Come in. Come in.

I just thought I'd check to see if
you got back from your walk okay.

Oh, yes, yes! And I have tea already
on the table, so you have to come.

Come on. Come in.
Thank you.

Hi, Oscar.

Now, Oscar, you behave
yourself for our guest. Now.

Oh, you take milk?
Just a little, please.

Oh, I will get.
Okay.

HANNAH: There. (SIGHING)

(BEEPING)

It's so nice to
have the company.

I watch you do your work and you
do such a good job. Oh, thank you.

Damn. Nothing. What's the range
on that detector, anyway?

Ten, twenty feet, depending
upon the titanium content.

That circuit board is
not very big.

So, tell me.

Why does a nice girl like you
have no husband to do this work?

Oh, I don't know.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, sit down.
Oh, thank you.

(SIGHING)

We're barking up the wrong apartment.
Switch to Devereau's.

MIKE: Oh, would I ever like
to tie a feedbag on now.

I can't stand
much more of this.

We're up here chasing our
tails and he's playing house.

SAINT JOHN: Keeps
checking the time.

Oh, well, it's 9:00.

He doesn't want to miss that
educational program of his.

I got three hours before I have to
call off a billion dollar space shot

and this joker
is timing his roast.

You know, maybe this
has been a setup.

Maybe they threw us their high-profile
man as a cover for the real courier.

Yeah, but if Devereau's not
our man, why kill Tatloff?

That's true.
Besides, he's all we've got.

What's that kid in the
next apartment up to?

Let's take
a closer look.

Whoa! Look at that
wrist action. (CHUCKLING)

You should
draft that kid, Jason.

Sure.

That's a great idea.
Might even be able to fit in your flight suit.

Forget I said that, okay?

Oh, come on, Devereau.
Make a move!

(SIGHING)

Here, take this with you.
You could use a little weight.

Men don't like
skinny girls.

I can't right now,
but thanks.

I gotta get going.

I'd love to come back,
if that's okay.

Of course! Come soon.

Good. Okay. Bye.
Bye-bye.

(OSCAR WHIMPERING)

Hey, guys, when this is all over,
remind me to call my mom, okay?

No, just kidding.

I've got a bogey
on infrared.

Let's take a look.

There's somebody in the basement.
Switching to port camera.

It's a kid! Call Jo.

(EXCLAIMING) Where
are you going so fast?

Let go of me!
Come on, let's get you upstairs.

I bet your ma's worried sick.

I hate her!
She's not my mom!

Come on, you don't want
to talk like that.

Let's go.

(STEADY BEEPING)

(CHUCKLING) Kids.
I remember trying to sneak out.

I was a little older.

SAINT JOHN:
Maybe this is it.

Looks like Devereau's
getting ready to go out.

Or expecting someone.

SAINT JOHN: Can't
get away from the time.

(BEEPING)

The man is a creature of habit.

(BEEPING)

You had me
worried to death!

I don't know
how to thank you.

Oh, that's okay.
I was just doing my rounds.

He's a real tiger,
that one.

Tell me about it.

After slinging burgers all day, it's
all I can do to keep tabs on him.

Well, I have to change into something
that doesn't smell like French fries.

I could keep an eye
on him. Just in case.

Why not? If you can take it.
(CHUCKLING)

Just let me change.
Okay.

Go to your room, Eric.
I ought to lock you in there.

He can be a holy terror.
It's his rotten dad's fault.

He's been that way ever
since I got him back.

DELANEY: Took him right out of daycare.
Can you believe the gall?

Must have been awful.
What's that thing?

Oh, it's a rat detector.
No rats.

No rats?
Nope.

I gotta tell
you something.

What, hon?

Eric! I said to
stay in your room.

(BOTH SIGHING)

Thanks very much
for bringing him back.

Oh, you're welcome.
I really appreciate it.

JO: He's a great kid.
DELANEY: Oh, yeah.

What do we have on this
Annie Delaney and her ex?

LOCKE: Nothing so far.

That's funny.
I thought we had something on everyone.

I did, too.

I'll have to cross check
our Interpol files.

Hold on. Our big
show's on the road.

Looks like Devereau's
moving out.

MIKE: Finally.
Let's not lose him.

(BEEPING)

What the hell
is going on now?

(RINGING)

What is it?
Oh, that's the fire alarm.

You better get out.
Oh, my God!

Eric.
Come on, let's get out of here.

Come on. Go.

Damn. Devereau's
cover, that's what.

Go to infrared.

He set us up!
Make sure Jo's okay.

(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

Everybody downstairs.
Come on.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Just look at that
smug son of a...

We'll never get
our hands on him now.

MAN: All systems are 100% for
launch in T-minus two hours.

MAN: Roger, Houston.

(BEEPING)

I think we've got something.
Stay with her.

It's here somewhere, but not on Devereau.
Not yet, anyway.

It's hard to zero in on it
with all these people around.

I'm going down.
Hand me my harness.

This thing breaks,
she's gonna need help.

MIKE: Hang tough, Jo.
Saint John's coming to back you up.

Right.
I'm going to keep looking.

Look, Jo, I don't mean to worry you,
but we're running out of time.

We gotta find
that microchip.

JO: Yeah, yeah. I'm on it.

No rats?
Just one, Eric.

There you are.

Any luck?

Well, whoever
has our board

keeps moving around and hasn't
come near Devereau yet.

I'll stay on him.
Okay.

(ELECTRONIC SQUEALING)

(MOANING)

Hannah!

(MOANING)

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

Some kind of
ultrasonic interference.

It's coming from
inside the building.

It's her heart.

Get the paramedics.

Increase the power!

Override the
jamming signal, Mike.

Yeah, I'm trying.
I'm trying.

Ah, damn it.

Okay. Paramedic.
Clear the way. Come on.

I think she has a pacemaker.

It must have
malfunctioned.

Her heartbeat's
all over the map.

(ECG BEEPING)

Yeah, I gotcha.

(SIGHING)

Yeah, that's better.

We now return to regular
scheduled programming.

Just find Devereau.

Her pacemaker's
kicked back in.

She's stabilized?

PARAMEDIC:
Don't ask me how.

Stretcher, please!

JO: She should be okay now.
SAINT JOHN: Yeah.

WOMAN ON RADIO: Paramed unit 42.
What is your status?

Listen, there's something
strange about that fireman.

I wanna check our tapes.
You gonna be okay?

Yeah, I'm just gonna
search the building again.

SAINT JOHN: Okay,
let's see that tape.

SAINT JOHN:
Let's see it again.

Go to the other camera.

That's him!
Look at his shoes.

Damn!
He probably set that fire.

Who's less suspicious
at a fire than a fireman?

I'll put a search
out on him.

What's Devereau doing now?

MIKE: It looks like he's auditioning
for a department store window.

How long before they have
to call off the launch?

Not long enough.

MAN: Shuttle systems are go for
T-minus one hour and thirty minutes.

MAN 1: Roger.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING INCREASES)

(ELECTRONIC SQUEALING)

Do make yourself
at home, Ms. Santini.

Your dinner's getting cold.

MAN: Personnel
prepare to clear gantry

for launch in T-minus one
hour and twenty minutes.

MAN 1:
Gantry control vacating.

Do come in.

We don't want the
neighbors to talk.

I think you've made a mistake.
Your mistake.

My pleasure.

Watching you watch me.

Don't make me resort
to violence, Ms. Santini.

It's so vulgar

and so time-consuming
to clean up.

(CHUCKLING)

Please.

Enjoy the food, the wine.

I prepared it
especially for you.

It is the least I could do after
causing you such a bother.

No, thanks.

It's perfectly safe.

One would never sully a
Rothschild '37 with poison.

It's just not done.

Look, why don't you just shoot
me and get it over with?

Oh, that would be
terribly unimaginative.

(CHUCKLING)

Now, a heart attack?

(SCOFFING)

You caused Hannah's
heart attack.

It's quite simple, really.

Ultrasonic waves muddling with
the rhythm of her pacemaker.

All part of the game.

This isn't a game!

No, but it is, my dear.

And this is my trump card.

Just a scrap of silicone
with microchips

and yet men die for it.

Countries may even go to
war for the lack of it.

If that is not a game,
my dear, then what is?

Hmm.

Oscar, I sure wish you
were a lot bigger right now.

Is he asleep or what?

MIKE: Why don't we switch out of
whisper mode, get the guy up?

Come on, move! For...

I don't like this.
Let's take a closer look.

Go to infrared.

Oh, yeah.
That's one plastic spy in there.

He must have made the switch
while we were jammed out.

Find Jo.

Funny, isn't it,
Ms. Santini?

An unsavory person,
we call an animal.

And yet, animals possess
such charming qualities.

Trust, devotion,
unquestioning loyalty.

The same qualities

as a good spy.

Now what?

You don't really believe I'm
flying in this solo, do you?

(CLICKING TONGUE)

I'm in the pilot's seat.
You're bailing out.

SAINT JOHN: Jo?
Jo, do you read me?

She's gotta be there.
Keep scanning.

No fuss, now.

After all, we wouldn't want to hurt
any innocent bystanders, would we?

Let's just keep this
between me and you.

I knew we shouldn't
have left her down there.

Take her in.

If you think I'm just gonna do
a swan dive onto the pavement,

you're crazier
than I thought.

Your choices are limited,
my dear.

SAINT JOHN:
Bodies on the roof!

(SCREAMING)

Sure you're okay?

Well, not a trace of it in
his apartment or on the roof.

Find anything out here?
Nothing.

Just doesn't make sense.

I saw it. He had to have
it on him when he fell.

Unless he handed it
off somehow.

But I was the
only one with him.

What about me?

What about you?

You've been nothing
but trouble.

You just do as you're told,
or else your mommy and daddy

are gonna get hurt.
That's the deal. Remember that!

Will Oscar
come with us?

Yeah.

MAN: Astronauts, prepare for final
run-through and check-off for launch.

Hello, down there.
Guys, come on in.

Ow! You're hurting me!
Shut up!

What else does Interpol
have to say about her?

MIKE: She's
a freelance agent.

No loyalties.

Goes out to
the highest bidder.

It seems she's one of the
best in the business, too.

That's why Devereau was so cool.
He had a good backup.

I should have pegged her.
What about Eric?

Yeah, I thought
about that, too.

So I ran his description
through missing persons.

It seems he disappeared from
a park a couple days ago.

His parents
must be going crazy.

Talk to me, Mike.

MIKE: She's on the lam with the kid.
In the alley!

(OSCAR BARKING)
Ow!

Get back here,
you rotten little...

Gotcha!

She's coming down your alley.

Oh! It's all right, Eric.

I want my mommy!

I'm gonna take you to her.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

It's gonna be all right.

Oscar!

Ow! Get off me!
(GROWLING)

Okay, Oscar.

Okay, Oscar. Relax. Relax.
Good boy. Good boy. Nice work.

Lose it!

Here.

That's enough.

How much time is
left till the launch?

Enough for one
important phone call.

Where's the hardware,
Annie?

You'll never find it.

We'll search you
if we have to.

Go ahead.

Maybe he ate it.

Mike, call the launch pad.

Looks like we're gonna
have to scrub the mission.

Hold that call. Eric?

What's this thing?

Mike, cancel that. Meet me on the
roof and take this baby to the cape.

Good work, Eric.

MAN: We have liftoff.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have liftoff.

All right, I'm taking her on home.

Good night, Irene, good night.

(SIGHING)

Oh, it is wonderful!

You shouldn't have done
such a thing.

That's right.
And it's got a vibrating heating pad.

It's got a stereo in the
headrest and much, much more.

Mmm-hmm.
I don't know.

You are all so kind.

We're just glad
you're home safe and sound.

Yes. Well, I still don't
believe my Oscar was a spy.

Well, maybe not willingly, but
he was going to be recruited.

Annie was gonna take
Oscar to Amsterdam.

She figured they wouldn't
look in his jacket.

(SIGHING)
Such awful people.

Oh, and the boy.
He's all right?

You should have been there
when we brought him home.

I think his parents
had given up hope.

(SIGHING) You can
never give up hope.

It's one thing
I have learned.

That is why
I get so old!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, I almost forgot.
We have something for Oscar, too.

Oh, thank you!
Oh, look! Look, Oscar!

MIKE: It's the only
color we could find.

He's a real member
of the team now.

Probably turn out to be
a real hot-dog pilot, too.

It's a joke.
(ALL LAUGHING)

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