All language subtitles for Airwolf S04E21 - Malduke-eng

My apologies for interrupting
your current programming.

Recognize my actions
as those of a savior,

or face
the consequences.

The freighter is
carrying atomic waste

from Japanese
nuclear plants.

An attempt must be made
to board the freighter

and disarm
the firing mechanisms.

SAINT JOHN: And we
get the job.

Saint John, what's wrong?
You okay?

(LAUGHING MALICIOUSLY)

(CHATTERING ON TV)

Hey, come on,
lighten up.

I mean, so we've had a couple
of rough missions lately.

What, you're going to
throw in the towel?

(SIGHS) Three sevens.

No, it's not that.

I've just been laying my
life on the line too long.

I've had it.

Sounds as if
you need a break.

Yeah. A permanent break.

Three aces.

Four aces.

I call.

You lose.

Chuck. Get another round
on Rivers here, please.

Chuck, what is it? My face?
Come on, tell me.

Okay, hang on a second,
one more game.

And if I win,
you don't quit.

I'm not sure I can
cover that bet.

Ah, come on, try.

I would have blocked him.
Get out of his way.

(CHATTERING ON TV)

My apologies for interrupting
your current programming,

but I have a message of vital
importance for all of you.

Where'd the basketball
game go?

Catch this.

Mankind is
in great peril.

That peril is disease.

Contagious afflictions
of the body.

The ultimate
absurdity exists

when a healthy individual
must isolate himself

from all human contact
simply to stay healthy

and avoid illness.

This is wrong. This is cruel.
This is foolish.

In reality, it should,

and must be
the other way round.

I am therefore directing
all nations of the world

to establish
isolated communities,

and to begin
immediately

deporting those with
diseases to these colonies.

I would advise
all those in power

to watch the following
very carefully.

It will become apparent

why you have no option
but to obey.

I give notice now

that all nations must begin
deportation of diseased citizens

within 48 hours

or face
the consequences.

My name is Malduke.

I know that in the future
you'll thank me,

and recognize my actions
as those of a savior.

Goodnight, all.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MALDUKE: (ON TV) I would
advise all those in power

to watch the following
very carefully.

It will become apparent

why you have no option
but to obey.

That little number was
electronically back-doored

through every television
channel known to man.

That's almost impossible,
isn't it?

Not with very advanced
technology.

It appears
this Malduke has put up

a private broadcast
satellite into orbit.

Those photographs indicate it
also has surveillance capacity.

A spy in the sky, huh?

As good,
if not better

than anything we or the
Soviets have up there.

The National
Security Council

and the Pentagon is
in a panic over it.

What's the story
on the freighter?

It's obviously adrift
and the crew dead.

It is a Liberian freighter.

The Trident Queen,
just out of Yokohama.

It mysteriously
broke contact

with another vessel
just north of Wake Island.

We don't know why, but the Japanese
are in a cold sweat over it.

They've requested our
cooperation on sweeping for it.

Who the hell
is this Malduke?

Well, he's obviously
powerful and dangerous.

The rest is a mystery.

Goodnight, all.

TOWER OPERATOR: Search One,
this is Wake Control.

We make a radar target,
estimated five miles from you

on vector
zero-eight-niner.

PILOT: (OVER RADIO) That's
affirmative, Wake Control.

Search One going
to zero-eight-niner.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Wake Control,
I'm coming under fire.

Appears like tracer
of some kind.

I believe we'll do a complete
blood transfer this afternoon.

You feel up to it?

To the contrary, Panov.

It stimulates me.

The sonic laser
defense system

has successfully destroyed
the approaching target.

Good.

Shall I have our people open direct
communications with world leaders?

Queen to knight 7B.

Tracer?

Unlikely
at that range.

Any guesses on the
tracking mechanism, Jason?

Could be radar aiming
and guidance,

so approach
with caution.

(RADAR BEEPING)

Malduke, there's another target
approaching the freighter.

Only a fool bumps his head
against the same wall twice.

Got it.

Six miles and closing.

What the hell
is this stuff?

Ultra-high frequency
emissions.

Lasers?

Yeah. My suggestion is that we
take evasive action immediately.

Jam the radar
aiming system on that baby.

I've tried everything in the
book, but it's not working.

Maybe it's not
radar-guided.

Guess again
before it fries us.

If it's not tracking
our form,

it might be going
on sound.

It's worth a try.

Going to
whisper mode.

The approaching target has
disarmed the sonic guidance.

Put the satellite image
on my monitor.

Closer.

Must be some
top secret weapon.

It's only two miles
from the freighter.

Scan their
radio frequency.

Put me in direct contact
with the pilot.

Two miles and closing.

Let's get a good look
at this thing.

MALDUKE: (OVER RADIO)
Stop immediately.

Come no closer
to the freighter.

It is rigged
with explosives,

and will be detonated
if you don't obey.

Bluff?
Maybe.

We'll hover in position
and keep him talking.

Meantime, open up
a second frequency to Jason.

Malduke?

I got Jason.

Jason, can you track the
transmission to its source?

Keep him on the air,
Saint John.

Malduke, this is
Saint John Hawke.

There appears to be no one
alive on that freighter.

If you don't blow it up,
maybe we will.

I would urge against
such a move, Mr. Hawke.

The freighter is
carrying atomic waste

from Japanese
nuclear plants.

If detonated, it would destroy
all life in the Pacific Basin.

You do understand.

Atomic waste.

It would destroy all
animal and plant life.

The Pacific Basin
generates a major portion

of the world's
oxygen supply.

That's one hell of a piece
of leverage if it's true.

Any luck tracking
his transmission, Jason?

He's on a satellite
down arm.

Could be transmitting from
any point on the globe.

Oh, my God.

Saint John,
I ran a computation

on the orbital track
of Malduke's satellite.

It's close enough
to read your altimeter.

Do not return to base.

Go into
a holding pattern.

Do you copy?

I copy.
Thanks for the warning.

It will be out of observing
distance in about 20 minutes.

Understood.

(EQUIPMENT BEEPING)

The target is maintaining
a pattern, Malduke.

They must know
we're tracking them.

Well, we've confirmed
the worst.

The Trident Queen is packed to
the load line with atomic slag.

Terrific.

We can't approach him, and we can't
locate his operations center.

We've convinced
a number of countries

to cooperate in
giving the appearance

of carrying out
Malduke's orders.

At any rate,
we're buying time.

Yeah, so what
do we do now?

Just sit on our
thumbs and wait?

You've got a better plan?

(STATIC CRACKLING)

MALDUKE: (ON TV) Here you see
the fate of three world leaders

who responded negatively
to my request.

MALE NEWSCASTER 1: Tragedy
struck earlier today

when the foreign minister of the
Republic of San Barrios died

in a spectacular
explosion

en route to
a summit conference.

FEMALE NEWSCASTER: More
information has just come in

on the destruction of
this peace delegation

on its way to oversee treaty
negotiations in the Mid East.

MALE NEWSCASTER 2: An
appalling act of terrorism

has struck the prime
minister's special committee

investigating the threats
perpetrated by the mad man

who calls himself Malduke.

MALDUKE: I trust those who'll replace
them will be more cooperative.

Isn't there
anything else on?

I'm really getting
sick and tired

of watching the same
miniseries on every station.

Cool it, guys.
I'm getting something.

Put it on
the speakers, Jo.

MALDUKE: (OVER SPEAKER) I have no
wish to have conversation with you.

I merely wish to speak
about the threat of disease

and the soundness
of my master plan.

Wait a minute.

This isn't
a satellite transmission.

It's coming
in terrestrial.

Can you pinpoint
the location?

San Francisco
Bay area.

MALDUKE: (ON TAPE RECORDER) The
healthy cannot share their society

with the sick
and the weak.

It makes sense to isolate
those afflicted into colonies.

Got it yet?

Yeah.

2.3 miles ahead.

Heading 173.

MALDUKE: (ON TAPE RECORDER)
When I presented my theories

to the so-called thinkers of
the world, they called me mad.

They dismissed my dreams
as insanity.

I swore then that I would one day have
the world in the palm of my hands,

and prove the truth of
my thoughts with action.

Transmission appears to be
coming from a large container.

I don't like
the feel of this.

I'm with you.

I'm moving closer
for a scan.

All right.

Transmitter's there,
all right.

And what appears to be
a tape recorder.

Oh, damn it.
Saint John!

The armament bays
are out.

Can you fix it?
I'll try.

Byron, call in our
knights to bishop three.

Damn it!

How we doing, Mike?

I got three possible hostiles
coming up to meet us.

Try the system now.

No go.
Damn it!

That should do it.

Okay, let's go hunting.

Patch me in to
the pilot visually.

Well done, Mr. Hawke.

But you are
running out of time.

We're just getting
started, Malduke.

You're next.

Be warned.

If I see that machine of
yours in the air again,

I will detonate
the Trident Queen.

Now, this is final,
Mr. Hawke.

Goodnight, and goodbye.

What's all this about,
Jason?

The National
Security Council met

in an emergency session
a few hours ago.

They've decided that an attempt
must be made to board the freighter

and disarm
the firing mechanisms.

And we get the job.

Yeah.

Jo, you got the weather
fax update for tonight?

Right.

Heavy cloud cover over
most of the North Pacific.

Clearing around
2300 hours.

That'll hide you from Malduke's
satellite for the run-in.

And then what?

Then you lose
your cloud cover.

You'll have to board the
freighter in the dark

when the satellite's on the
far side of the Earth.

How long do we have?

Thirty minutes to locate and
disarm the firing devices.

After that, his satellite
will probably pinpoint you.

So if you don't disarm the
explosives within 30 minutes...

We get one noisy
Viking's funeral.

Any options, Jason?

I'm afraid not.

This, uh,
disc contains all we know

on existing
triggering devices.

It'll supplement what you
already know, Saint John.

Jo, load it on Airwolf's
onboard computers.

I wish to hell
there was another choice.

Let's finish
the repairs, Mike.

Right.

I find no trace
of this helicopter.

Continue scanning.

I want the location
of its base.

Very well, Malduke.

(TURNS MONITOR ON)

Our scanning capability
is limited.

The cloud cover is nine-tenths
over the entire Western Seaboard.

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

You're showing
a slight pulse increase.

Hey, lighten up, Jo.

We've come through
worse than this.

Sure we have.

Let's get through
this one, okay?

Maintain absolute
radio silence

once you're
off the ground.

We don't want Malduke
tracking your signal.

You, uh, ready
to rock steady?

When this is all over, you and I
are going to have a long talk

about a Company
retirement plan.

Mine.

Damn it.

It's okay, kiddo.

You're the best.
Don't forget it.

I won't.

Just keep
the coffee hot.

(SIGHS)

Let's go get 'em.

It's a good size freighter.
I'm not going to have time to cover it all.

All right,
so what's the best bet?

Well, for maximum effect,
the chargers and detonators

will probably
be placed midships,

somewhere in
the upper decks.

It's a gamble, but
that's where I'd put it.

A gamble?

What's the odds?

Don't ask.

MALDUKE: (ON MONITOR) I wish
to speak to Saint John Hawke.

If I do not receive
a response immediately,

I will detonate
the freighter.

Respond on this channel
immediately, Hawke.

Repeat, immediately.

Well, we can't
ignore that.

We'll have to
make it fast.

He might trace
the signal.

Malduke, this is Hawke's
superior officer.

He was injured in aerial combat
with your people yesterday.

You will send for him now.

He's under
heavy sedation,

and the hospital is
some distance away.

You have 20 minutes
to get him to a radio.

There she is.
Eight miles dead ahead.

Better put it on
whisper mode

before that laser system
picks us up.

MIKE: Whisper mode
engaged.

She's coming up.

Booby traps. Trip wires on the
deck and in the corridors.

Satellite's behind
the horizon line.

She's all yours, Mike.

Hover in position, and keep
the wrist monitor open.

Keep your
powder dry, buddy.

(BEEPING)

(WHISTLES)

Was that a good whistle
or a bad whistle?

Don't know yet.

There's explosives
everywhere.

I'm gonna trace
the wiring now.

I'll put you through
now, Malduke.

We should have heard
from them by now.

(SIGHS)

MALDUKE: (ON MONITOR) If I do
not receive a communication

from Saint John Hawke
in five minutes,

I will detonate
the freighter.

(BEEPING)

By my calculations, the satellite
will be in range in 10 minutes.

How's it coming,
Saint John?

I've found
the triggering device.

It's a Weisman system.

Pull it up on the screen
and patch it through.

Now the hard part begins.

MIKE: Patching through.

We got no choice.

We got to buy Saint John
and Mike more time.

Let's raise him.

JASON: (OVER RADIO) Malduke, Saint John
Hawke is being brought to a radio now,

but you must give us
a few more minutes.

Trace the location
of this signal.

This is not acceptable.
Why is it taking so long?

He's coming by ambulance.

We expect it to arrive
any minute.

Why can a radio
not be brought to him?

Saint John,
the red wire.

Almost blew it that time.

Starting on
the red wire now.

Saint John, the satellite will have us
in view in five minutes, 30 seconds.

Damn it,
I need more time.

I promise you,
Malduke,

you will hear from Saint
John Hawke any minute now.

I have the signal
traced.

Is it near an airbase?

In the middle
of the desert.

Quickly!
Detonate the freighter.

What?
Don't you see?

It must be the secret
base of this helicopter.

If they are taking the
risk of staying on the air

long enough
to be traced,

the helicopter's not there.

Detonate the freighter! Now!

Now!

Saint John, what's wrong?
You okay? Saint John?

Just barely.

What does that mean?

That we're luckier
than hell.

Someone hit the trigger
just as I cut the wire.

That was close.

You're damn right
it was.

That's it,
I'm getting out.

The next thing I pull the plug
on's going to be The Company.

You mean it?

Watch me.

Malduke.

The satellite has
the freighter in view.

What are you talking about?
You detonated the freighter already.

They must have
disarmed the trigger.

Prepare our team
for departure.

We have one more
move to play.

SAINT JOHN:
Lady to base. Lady to base.

Base here,
Saint John.

Mission accomplished,
Jason.

(BOTH SIGH)

I've raised the authorities
on Wake Island.

They're on their way.

Well done, gentlemen.
I'll pass the word upstairs.

Lady out.

Good morning,
my friends.

Yes, we tracked
your transmission.

Please, sleep again.

You won't be waiting
much longer.

Not in this world,
I can assure you.

(LAUGHING MALICIOUSLY)

Leave me.
All of you.

Make your escape now.

You are remaining,
Malduke?

I have no desire to live in a
world that is contaminated.

Go.

We have excellent seats
for the final act.

My men have rigged a network
of lasers up there.

When your
Saint John Hawke returns

and breaks the beam,

there will be
a very large explosion.

A mountain will bury us
for eternity.

Fine gravestone,
don't you think?

(LAUGHING MALICIOUSLY)

(AIRWOLF APPROACHING)

Which of you
is Hawke?

I'm Hawke.

MALDUKE: Ah, yes.

You were
a formidable opponent.

But now, all I wish
is an appropriate finale.

For all of us.

Get rid of those guns,
Mr. Hawke.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

(GROANS)

You bore me.

MIKE: We ran a thermal scan
and only picked up

two life forms
in the inside.

Malduke blended in
with the equipment.

Lucky you two didn't bring Airwolf
in here or we'd be history.

Ah. Luck had nothing
to do with that.

When Malduke walked in, I switched
on the radio transmitter.

I never got a chance to tell
you before they gagged us.

You were on-the-air entertainment
all the way in here.

(SIGHS)

Well, that's the end
of Malduke.

Amen to that.

I wouldn't count on that,
my friends.

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