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How's our parrot?
Singing yet?

Not a damn note, sir.

Get him singing, Burke.
I want to hear him talk.

Guards.

I'll help him.

I said I'd help him.

Soldier.

Still playing
the hero, Hawke?

Any movement from
the other side?

Negative.

Let's raise the stakes.

A wind-drift
auto-compensator.

Yeah. It's wired into
the RPM governor.

Allows for hands-off hovering in
really erratic wind conditions.

It's great in
air-sea rescue.

Well, if it works,
I'm impressed.

I just hope the world
market shares that opinion.

Let's see how she handles
some high-speed maneuvers.

You know, kid, you're one
hell of a pilot.

Uncle Dom's one
hell of a teacher.

Oh, he's kind of like
an old mother hen.

Mmm-hmm.
How about some coffee?

I'll join you in a minute, I'm
just gonna get the unit out.

I've put it through the best equalizers
and noise-reducers money can buy.

That's as good
as it's gonna get.

Let's hear it again.

That's my brother.

That's Saint John.

I'll take over
from here, Chick.

What the hell is this?

It's called
following orders.

You're not going anywhere
till I talk to Archangel.

All you're seeing is me.

And you're not gonna
see much of that,

if I don't feel some space
between us quick.

I want some answers, partner.
And I want them now.

Where is Saint John?

I can't hear a word
you're saying.

Something stinks here.

If you didn't have orders
from the Company,

why are you
seizing that stuff?

All right, fellas,
take it easy.

He's my problem.

Come with me.

Listen, Hawke.

Archangel has been stationed
somewhere in the Far East.

I've taken over your file.

Real nice of him
to tell me about it.

Okay, spill it.
What's going on?

I really am sorry what
happened with your brother.

But you know
the scene here.

They don't tell me,
I don't tell you.

This says here
my brother's still alive.

A scribbled note
and a tape so scrambled...

This could be my mother.

Adds up to squat,
and you know it.

You know, this isn't my idea
of a good time, either.

But according to orders,

you're my pain in the butt
and I'm yours.

So you better sit tight.

I'll access our files
on Saint John

and verify
what I'm saying.

In the meantime,
be patient.

I have.

And what was this
going to be?

Blowgun?

Though I must confess,
you keep me highly amused

wondering what sort of ingenious toy
you're going to come up with next.

All made with you
in mind.

Airwolf, Hawke.
I want to know.

Can't hear you, Bouchard.

Look, I'm tiring
of this game.

So with or without
your help,

this will end soon.

Got your message out.

You sure of that?

I said so, didn't I?

One problem though.
Your friends need proof

that it's really you.

Well, that stuff could've been
sent by anybody, couldn't it?

Where's Dom going?

He's on a short
cargo run up the coast.

I need to talk to him.

Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
Dr. Davis, telephone, please.

I want to see the
patient in that room.

I'm sorry but nobody's
allowed inside.

I've been listening to that for three
days now, and I'm not listening anymore.

Miss Santini?

My name's Locke.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions about your uncle,

Dominic Santini, and about
Stringfellow Hawke.

What do they have to do
with you people?

We had a mutual interest
in Airwolf.

I don't know what that is and right
now, I'm not in the mood to find out.

So if you don't mind?

Dr. Bruce, telephone, please.

String?

It's me, Jo.

I know you can hear me.

I'm going to stay here
until you come out of this.

You and Uncle Dom were the
only family I ever had.

I'm not gonna
let you go, too.

Rivers?

Major Rivers.

Hello, Locke.

I thought you were supposed to be on
some sort of survival training course?

Where are the others?

Oh, they'll catch up
in two-three hours.

I'd offer you a drink, but I
seem to have run out of glasses.

I've got a new
assignment for you.

Sorry. I'm all booked.

Well, get unbooked.
You've got yourself a new partner.

Partner.

Orders? Does it say I can't
finish my drink first?

Cheers.

You saved my life.

I am indebted.

You don't owe me anything.

We just try and survive.

My tradition demands it!

They are using you.

Something big.

We're all being used here.

As you will.

But preparations are being
made to get everyone out,

except yourself.

Something else.

I saw Ackroyd give Bouchard
something small and gold.

You mind?

You just blew a perfect
deflection shot.

You want to try acting like a
Major in the US Air Force?

I've got something
to show you. Come here.

Airwolf's capable of Mach speeds,
stealth, and whisper modes,

infrared and
radar jamming.

Its surveillance equipment
is state of the art,

and its weapons are
damn near unbeatable.

Think you can fly her?

If it moves,
I can fly her.

It's somewhere
up the West Coast.

Probably isolated country.

But we got to find her,
and fast.

Satellite scanning, multispectral
and thermal. Possible.

But not probable.

What do you need?
For starters,

complete plans of the ship's offensive,
defensive and communications systems.

And that's just
for starters.

Good.

Well, you can just sign this,
and you can get to work.

What's this?
Just sign it.

Good.

Now, you so much as talk about this
file in your sleep, and you're history.

Welcome aboard, partner.

I always hated history.

You remember the first time Dom
took us up in that junky old chopper?

He shoved the stick in your
hands, and I screamed.

And Saint John and you told
me to shut up or bail out.

String, I can't
do this alone.

You've got to help me.

What? What is it?

Saint John...

Saint John is alive.

Please take Airwolf.

Find him, please.

Please.

Blackjack.

All right. Here we go.

Birth, May 9, 1942.

Go back where
you came from, man.

All you gonna
get here is grief.

I'm here to see Montrose.

I'm here to talk about
Storm Season.

I see I gotta
make my point.

Hatch! Bring him in.

Show me your pedigree.

I don't work for
the Company anymore.

You should know that.

I'm here to find out about Saint
John Hawke, Mr. Montrose.

He's dead.

When they rolled up Operation Storm
Season, I was all that was left.

A nine millimeter slug in my spine
and not very happy memories.

You should know that, too.
It's in the files.

Well, unfortunately, most of our files
have, shall we say, disappeared.

We don't even
rate a file?

That's gratitude.

What happened to Hawke?

Saint John and I were captured
by the Khmer Rouge a year ago.

The Company financed
a rescue mission.

It was a total disaster.

They hired
an independent.

A Brit mercenary called Colonel
Ray Bouchard, he led the mission.

Oh, he got into
the prison all right,

we got cut to ribbons
on the way out.

I got this slug.

Saint John bought it.

You saw him go down?

Bouchard did.

He was standing
right next to Saint John.

They say you don't make
friends in the field.

But I did.

Saint John
was my friend.

Blackjack. Does that
mean anything to you?

Blackjack? That was
Bouchard's nickname.

Thank you for your time, Mr.
Montrose.

So you got the ring out,
did you?

Told you. No sweat.

With Bouchard acting as your
runner, I'm not surprised.

What are you
talking about, man?

You know damn well, Ackroyd.

I'd like you to meet
my elite corps, Hawke.

These fine lads are going
to get Airwolf for me.

Look, I realize this is a
bad time for you, Miss Santini,

but there's still a few
things I've got to find out.

How close were you to
Hawke and Saint John?

We were family.

Uncle Dom was like a father
to all three of us.

He taught us all
how to fly.

Did he ever talk to you
about his work?

I figured there was more to their
rent-a-plane business than they let on.

Did they ever
confide in you?

What is it you want exactly, Mr.
Locke?

My friends
call me Jason.

Whatever you say,
Mr. Locke.

Do you know what
they were doing?

Let me just say that you can be very proud of
the work that they've done for this country.

Thanks.

Miss Santini,

did you know that Hawke still
believes that Saint John is alive?

Well, if he does,
he never mentioned it to me.

I'll be in touch.
Good night, Miss Santini.

Good night.

No, sir, she appeared to
know nothing about the brother.

Did she mention Airwolf,
Mr. Locke?

No, sir, she didn't.

I have no reason to believe
she's aware of its existence.

Make sure.
I want Airwolf.

The Company wants
Airwolf back.

I'm working on that, sir.

Anything on
Stringfellow Hawke?

He said nothing.

I've put the word out on the street that
he's on special assignment, deep cover.

Good. That's all, Mr. Locke.

About Saint John Hawke, sir...

That case is closed.

He spent two and a half years
MIA before we got him out.

Then the fool went into deep undercover work
for the agency just like the rest of us.

If he is alive,
we have to find him.

What you do in your spare
time is your own business.

Good night, Mr. Locke.

You see, Hawke, it doesn't matter anymore
whether or not you know where Airwolf is.

Your usefulness
is almost over.

I don't really care,
Bouchard.

Ah! But you will
when you see her.

Besides, your brother
will be flying her.

What do you say, Burke?
Should we give this man a program?

He's got a box seat, sir.

Please.

As soon as your brother
sees that little scene out there,

he'll dust off the guards
with some drum fire.

Then he'll drop in for
a running pinpoint pickup.

Stage one.

The moment the aircraft doors open,
poison gas canisters are fired by remote.

Convulsion to death.
Thirty seconds.

Stage two.

We attack while the aircraft's
vulnerable on the ground.

Destroy her rotors,
the aircraft can't fly.

You do see the simplicity
of the plan.

We repair the rotors,
Airwolf's mine.

However, it's a pity
you've only just...

Don't kill him!
Not yet.

Major Rivers,

before entering my office, would a
polite knock be too much to ask for?

I suppose not. I just figured you'd
want to know that I found it.

Found what?

Airwolf.

The word?

The brother's
gone underground.

It's a special assignment.

Well, it looks like you won't have
to spend much more time this way.

Your brother has taken the
bait, he's on his way.

He won't fall for it,
Bouchard.

Oh, you think these scarecrows won't
fool a state-of-the-art machine?

They wouldn't
fool a toaster.

Each one is equipped with a heat
coil to fool the thermal scan.

Even sound loops to produce
heartbeats on stethoscopic pick-ups.

Perfect, isn't it?

Tell me something, Rivers.

How is it no one's been able
to solve this problem but you?

Well, we got a hundred possibilities
from multispectral sweeps,

but the key was
high resolution photographs.

And a bit of keen logic.

I'm sorry I asked.

See, they'd been in and out
of their lair so often

that I figured
that their prop wash

must have formed a distinct
pattern on the landscape.

And there it is.

Turn right at
the next crossroads.

Unbelievable.

Pull over!

What?
Can't you hear it?

That your baby, partner?

Damn, someone
beat us to it.

Wouldn't I just love to lay
my hands on that ship.

Come on.

All right,
come out of there.

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

Well, you sure know
how to make an entrance.

That was you
flying that thing?

Yeah. It was me.
Who are you?

Miss Santini, what the hell are you doing here?
This machine is top secret.

Was top secret, Mr. Locke.

Santini? Dom Santini's...

Niece. I'm Jo.

I'm Mike. Mike Rivers.
It's nice to meet you.

You're a great flyer,
you know?

Thanks. She's
a great machine.

Want to check her out?
Yeah.

All right, you two,
hold it right there.

Miss Santini, I don't know
what the hell you're up to,

but I'm going to have to order you
to leave this area right now.

That's not how it works.

I found her first and I'm
not finished with her.

You any good in the air?

Miss Santini, let's get
one thing straight.

This machine belongs to...
Look, Jason,

I know your people
want her back.

I just think we can help each other.

I want to find Saint John.
I know he's alive.

I think so, too.

Trouble is, I don't know where he is.

Well, don't look at me.
I do.

Look inside.

Coordinates?

Well, what are
we waiting for?

This baby is incredible.

Check out the
turbo thrusters.

Sunburst decoys,
missiles, chain guns.

This is a flying army.

Now you can see why the Company
wants to get its hands back on it.

Well, if we're
going to do it...

Let's do it!

Coordinates?

Locked and set.

Going to afterburner.
Hold on.

We've got a target on the radar,
closing supersonic, sir.

That's a bit fast for
a gunship, isn't it?

Not this one.
Get into position.

All right! Let's move out, you guys!
Quit standing around! Move!

Objective five miles,

four point nine,
four point eight.

Large force encircling the target.

Fixed positions.
We're expected.

Activating
weapons systems.

That's a military machine.

That's him.

That's Saint John.

Well, let's get him.

Hold on a second, Mike!
Something's wrong down there.

I can wipe out the guards
and scoop up Saint John.

Why aren't they turning
around to look at us?

Try running a life scan on the area.
Find their back-ups.

Seventy-two.
Seventy-two...

Every man on that firing squad
has identical heart rate!

That's impossible.

Keep scanning. Let's see what
else they've got waiting for us.

He must've
smelled the trap.

He'll be back.
Place patrols on all the approaches.

Scanners are picking up
one chopper, no heavy artillery,

light ground personnel.

What kind of trap
is this?

I don't know, but Saint
John is the bait!

Looks like we've
got no choice.

Okay.
Let's fall for the trap.

This is it. They'll take out
the dummies first and drop in.

Fire up the chopper, Burke.

What the hell's that?

Poison gas.

Ok, let's give him
some cover.

Fire at anything
that moves!

Burke! Come in, Burke!

Mike! Behind us.

Burke! Burke!

Let's see what
this baby can do.

Saint John.
Is that you?

You bet.

There's so much
I've got to tell you.

Let it go. I know.

Dom...

I know.

Don't let me die.

You're not gonna die.
I'm not gonna let you.

I don't want to die
in this place.

You won't, String,
I promise you.

I promise.

Can you hear it
this time, Jason?

Music to my ears.

There was something
I had to do.

We'll all have a lot
to do from now on.

Locke has an idea.

Yeah, I think it's his way of
keeping me off the streets.

The fact is, we got the best of
everything, right here in this room.

I'd like to continue
what we started.

But we need you, Saint John,
to complete the team.

We keep Airwolf our secret,
but we work for the Company.

What do you say?