Original subtitles

The next subject will be Stringfellow Hawke.

NARRATOR: Next, on Airwolf.

I want you to deliver Airwolf.

Given in the instructions you received with this tape.

Take cover!

Would you betray me?

Thanks for coming.

(GASPS)

Revert to all primal instincts.

Revert to all primal instincts.

He saved your life.

You owe him.

Undying allegiance to the end.

He saved your life.

WOMAN 1: Revert to all primal instincts.

WOMAN 2: You owe him.

How do you feel, Donald?

I feel fine.

And what is it you want to do, Donald?

Whatever you want me to do, Mr. Horn.

And you know what that is, now, don't you, Donald?

Yes, Mr. Horn.

Then do it.

(GUN FIRES)

The next subject will be Stringfellow Hawke.

DOMINIC: What kind of charter and for how long?

Oh, no problem.

You called the right place, mister.

I got two of the best,

myself and Stringfellow Hawke.

Nobody over 40?

Then I guess you want Stringfellow Hawke.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll be there.

Right.

What the hell's so bad about being over 40?

Mr. Van Dorian.

Sir, excuse me, but I'm curious.

You've hired myself and this helicopter for three days.

It's only a three-and-a-half hour trip to Scottsdale.

We could be there and back by tonight.

Look, look, mister,

this is no ordinary charter.

These precious gems that you and Miss Bolotin will deliver,

they are worth over one half million dollars.

My client is very, very important, very busy man.

He don't like to be pressed.

The Van Dorian jewelers do not press him.

Isn't that so, Angelica?

Never.

So don't be surprised, Mr. Hawke

if we find ourselves lying around the hotel pool for a few days.

Life sure is sweet when you're under 40, huh?

(SCOFFS)

That goes in there, that one in there.

Hey, what about the buyer? Don't you think we...

He knows we're here. He'll turn up in his own time.

Now, I'm gonna race to the tub, take an hour's nap,

and I'll meet you in the lounge for cocktails straight up at 8:00.

How does that sound?

Yeah, that's fine by me.

And, Hawke, wear a tie.

A tie?

Yep.

What do you think about purple?

Yuck.

This is Angelica Bolotin.

Suite 1116.

Mr. Hawke and I don't wanna be disturbed.

No phone calls, no messages.

No exceptions. Thank you.

(BAND PLAYING LOUNGE MUSIC)

(INAUDIBLE)

You know, this may be the greatest

all-expense-paid vacation I ever had.

Yeah, me, too.

Oh, no.

We got a problem here.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, when the man snaps his fingers, it'll be over.

Now that is a problem.

Yep, it sure is.

Who is this guy, anyway?

Nope. Sorry. Can't. No names.

He likes to keep a very low profile. Very eccentric.

Very unpredictable.

Does most of his wheeling and dealing under street lamps.

He's as likely to show up at 4:00 in the morning

as he is at 4:00 in the afternoon.

Kind of sounds like Howard Hughes.

He is like Howard Hughes.

You know, I'm afraid that I could get used to you.

Angelica! Angelica.

I'm mighty sorry for the intrusion at this ungodly hour, honey,

but plans have changed, as usual.

What is it, Neal?

Well, the boss got himself held up down in Texas,

other kinds of business,

and he wants the gems to be delivered to him down there.

Of course.

When?

Oh,

Neal, this is Stringfellow Hawke.

This is the pilot that flew me down here.

String, this is Neal Streep.

He's the gem buyer's representative here in Arizona.

My apologies, Mr. Hawke, but you see

my employer has decided to fly out to the Netherlands this morning,

in his own plane, and he's gotta have those gems.

He's gotta have them with him.

Where in Texas?

Why, down around his home, it's down around the Palo Duro Canyon area.

We can have a limousine waiting for you right down by the pad,

if you can get down there around dawn, and...

Well, you've been there before, Angelica.

I have some flight plans right here for y'all.

We'll be there.

I appreciate it.

Until then, Angelica, Mr. Hawke.

Neal.

Welcome, Mr. Hawke.

(JEEP ENGINES REVVING)

I am John Bradford Horn.

I am John Bradford Horn.

Bradford Horn.

You owe him, Hawke.

Undying allegiance until the end.

He saved your life.

Revert to all primal instincts.

You owe him, Hawke.

Undying allegiance to the end.

I am John Bradford.

Revert to all primal instincts.

(VOICES OVERLAPPING)

Revert to all primal instincts.

You owe him, Hawke.

Undying allegiance to the end.

Revert to all primal instincts.

John Bradford Horn.

Please, have a seat, Mr. Hawke.

Mighty nice having you with us, Mr. Hawke.

You know this gentleman, son?

Yes, sir.

NEAL: Do you know his name?

Better than I know my own.

Well, what is it?

John Bradford Horn.

Do you know where he is now?

No, not exactly.

I... I lost touch with him.

There's one thing for sure.

I owe that man my eternal allegiance.

I'd die for him.

How do you feel about me, String?

(SIGHS)

I like you.

I truly like you, Angelica.

And how do you feel about my deceiving you?

Deceiving you to bring you here?

You know I don't like to be lied to.

But if you did it for the purpose of helping me find John,

I owe you many thanks.

I'm glad, String.

Because that's exactly why I brought you here.

And I want you to know something else,

I am John Bradford Horn's daughter,

and you're gonna see my father now.

(SIGHS)

John.

That's right, Hawke.

John Bradford Horn,

and I need your help now.

Anything you ask.

(WHISTLING)

I got a special delivery package for a Dominic Santini.

Hey, Dom. Special delivery for you.

I'm not expecting any special delivery.

Well, you got one anyway.

Well, sign for it, will you?

Right here.

There.

Hey, you want to give me the package?

Oh, yeah.

What do you want me to do with it?

I'd like you to cut it up into small pieces,

put it in a big bowl with lots of salt and...

Open it, what else?

It's an envelope marked "personal” and a videotape.

Dom, I'm being held prisoner.

I want you to deliver Airwolf

at the exact time and the exact place

given in the instructions you received with this tape.

If you do,

I will be set free to return with you in the Jet Ranger.

If you don't deliver Airwolf,

I'll be killed.

The detailed instructions for the exchange must be followed to the letter.

There will be no further communications.

Dom, my life is in your hands.

The place is stripped.

Let's try that.

MAN: This is a recording.

If you persist in doing things your way,

you are building a casket for your friend.

Follow the instructions you were given,

or he is dead.

This is your last warning.

This whole thing is fixed.

Well, we know that Van Dorian is tied in.

So he's tied in, so what? He's flown the coop.

That's it.

We got to get the Lady.

Not we, me. The instructions say me.

Dom, don't do that to me.

I care about him, too, you know.

Probably more than you know.

Neither one of you is going.

What?

What the hell are you saying?

Hawke told you not to tell me anything about all of this,

and I wish to God you hadn't.

But now that you have, it's my responsibility to alert the Firm.

Well, if you do that, they'll send in the Marines!

And that'll kill String for sure!

There's no way the Firm is gonna sit back and let you just give Airwolf away.

Hey! We're talking about String's life, buddy!

I know that, Dominic! I'm not a machine, damn it.

It rips my guts, too!

Now, if we can just find some way to save Hawke and still keep Airwolf,

I'll go along with you.

Maybe we can.

We all know that if those people that nabbed Hawke

hadn't already known about Airwolf's existence,

he wouldn't have told them, right?

Go on.

Okay, people operating on that stratum demand a thorough job.

Now, don't you suppose they know that Hawke and Dom

are the only ones who can fly the Lady?

Well, of course. That's how they knew that Dominic could deliver her.

Well, I know something they don't.

And that is?

I can fly her.

You can fly Airwolf?

What... CAITLIN: Yes.

Hawke and Dom taught me. Nothing can undo that.

Now, you want to talk about letting us go?

All right. Let's talk.

Come on, come on.

I'm giving you 48 hours,

and then I'm hitting that location with everything I've got. Understood?

Understood.

This is an experimental serum the Firm has been working on.

It blocks the action of all other drugs on the cortex.

If Hawke is under the influence of a mind-altering serum...

Wait a minute. You mean, this will set his head straight?

It's supposed to, but don't use it unless you absolutely have to.

Reported side effects have been radical drops in body temperature and convulsions,

and in about a third of the tests, death.

We're going in, Cate.

If you get hung up,

remember the missile compartment. You got it?

Right.

Good luck, Cate.

Hi.

How you doing?

You okay?

Fine. Thanks for coming.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

I don't understand. I simply do not understand it.

The world is full of plenty of important young men,

and you have the wherewithal to have any of them.

Spoken like a true father, Daddy dearest.

Then why this Stringfellow Hawke?

Because he touched me.

Can't explain it. When it happens, it just does, that's all.

He's a paper hero.

All you have to do is look at his dossier to know that.

Then why is he here?

Because, my dear,

he's expendable.

And why are we having this conversation?

Because I don't want you to get hurt when...

If something should happen to him.

No, no, no, no. I mean, why are we really having it?

Don't smokescreen me, Daddy! It doesn't track.

This isn't some wonky-ponky, windup Barbie doll you're talking to anymore.

I now know whereof my father speaks

and it is never without devious purpose,

even when talking with me.

Why must you be so damned intelligent?

You don't trust me, do you?

After all the years, and you still don't trust even me.

I love you.

But you don't trust me.

And you're trying to find out if, because of my feelings for Hawke,

I might conceivably try to save him.

Isn't that it?

Indelicately put, yes.

I've got too much at stake not to cover all my bases.

What do you want me to say?

Would you betray me?

No.

(MACHINES BEEPING)

(MOANING)

DOCTOR: Mr. Horn.

Why isn't he out of it, Doctor?

Well, he's a big man, but Hawke shot him three times.

Any one of those pellets would have knocked him out for four hours.

He won't be fully recovered until morning.

As soon as he comes to,

I want him programmed the same as Hawke.

Yes, Mr. Horn.

Angelica.

Where are you going?

I'm going to see Hawke.

Since he's taking off at dawn,

I thought it might be nice to see him one last time.

I'll see you back at the house.

Isn't that all right with you, Father?

Of course, Daughter.

You see, I do trust you.

I wanted to see you.

I'd like to talk.

I know that you said you could handle the deception.

I want you to know that I hate it as much as you do.

And I just wanna know if there is still a chance for us.

Is there?

Why?

'Cause, damn it, I want you!

I care about you.

And because ...

I'm afraid that you may not come back.

I'll be back.

Do you care about me?

ANGELICA: Yes?

Mr. Hawke's dinner tray.

Hawke.

Hawke.

Spy!

(STRINGFELLOW GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

CAITLIN: Hawke.

Hawke!

No, no!

I thought it'd help you.

No!

No!

(WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING)

(GASPS)

Hawke.

(WHEEZING)

Hawke.

Cate? Yeah.

You all right?

What?

I---

I killed Dom! No!

I killed Dom! No!

No, he's in a cell here.

Your gun was filled with tranquilizers.

He's all right. I've seen him.

I've seen him.

Hawke, who is this guy Horn?

It was all over the news a couple of years ago, he...

He built the biggest... A bunch of people with him...

High-rises that didn't get built and oil wells that didn't get drilled

and government contracts that didn't get done, I don't know.

The government had him up for a grand jury indictment, right.

He disappeared.

Oh, yes.

And the feds have been after him ever since.

What does he want with you?

An Airwolf mission.

I've got to find a way...

I got to find a way to get us all out of here.

We will.

Everything all right, Hawke?

I'm fine, John.

I don't know if you are familiar with my accomplishments

of the past several years.

As a matter of fact, I'm not.

My intellect has been pitted against oil tycoons,

Wall Street wizards,

even the United States government.

And, of course, you've won.

Every time.

But as a result, I've been labeled a fugitive.

A lawbreaker.

I'm a man without a country.

A man of intellect such as yourself should be above the law.

Precisely.

I am in the process of establishing a world base

on a magnificently beautiful, independent island country in the Caribbean

for those who think as I do.

What can I do to help?

An agreement has been reached with the government in power

for me to take control of the island.

A leftist rebel group is causing problems.

I want it out.

The rebel stronghold is surrounded by radar.

It's heavily fortified.

Your mission is to root it out

and destroy everything until a flag of surrender goes up.

You'll then radio our planes which will be circling off the coast.

We will then move in with our paratroopers.

You will rendezvous with our other planes one mile south of here.

They'll be taking off at the same time, 0600.

Your flight plan is across the Gulf of Mexico just south of Cuba,

over Jamaica,

then directly in over the island of Maura,

your target.

Do you have any questions, Hawke?

No, sir. I'm ready.

I'm depending upon you, my friend.

Angelica... I don't want to talk to you now.

Take cover! Take cover!

Take cover! Take cover!

What the hell?

Take the emergency exit.

Hey.

What do you think of the paper hero now?

I haven't lost yet.

I want to take care of this personally.

Horn's mine.

I've got dibs on Angelica.

(BEEPING)

I got them, String. Quarter mile ahead.

I'll handle this. Stay out of it.

Where'd they go?

I don't know.

Horn's gonna turn up again sometime.

And when he does...

And the daughter!

Remember, she's mine.

Now, we got to notify the authorities.

Let's go.