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We are
being radar scanned.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

Gabrielle, don't get interested
in Stringfellow Hawke.

There's no future
in it for you or any woman.

You've got to get to Libya.

That's Khadafy's sand pile.
He doesn't like us, String.

In the desert, a body like
this would wither and die.

After a few hours with such
a body, what would it matter?

We've got 48 hours
to recover Airwolf

or they're sending in the Marines.

Chain guns one and two.

Set.

...Turbos one and two.

In the green.

Main rotor torque.

In the green.

I don't believe you people.

You haul my butt out
of bed at midnight.

You fly me off to only God knows
where to see some lousy helicopter,

and there's not even
any cream cheese.

It's not a lousy
helicopter, Senator.

It's Airwolf.

Well, whatever esoteric
name you hang on it,

it's still an overgrown
beanie with a propeller,

eating its way through
somebody's budget.

I hate bagels without cream cheese.

It's a mean-looking
bird, I'll give you that.

Who designed it?

The pilot. Dr. Moffet.

Moffet?

Moffet. I know that name.

Your cream cheese, Senator.

The damn stuff is pink.

It's, uh, salmon-flavored.

Only in California.

Red Star Control. Airwolf.

All systems are go.

Airwolf, Red Star Control.

You may clear the defense area.

How fast is that bird?

We don't
know yet. So far,

it's only slightly
exceeded the speed of sound.

No helicopter
can fly faster than sound.

Airwolf can.

Basically, Airwolf is an
aerodynamic lifting body

with a twin
turbine-driven rotor system

capable of propelling
it to 300 knots.

In other words,

it's a fast,
twin-engine jet chopper.

One can
express it in those terms

except this jet chopper can
disengage its rotor system

and ignite these two
additional turbines.

9.6 seconds after ignition,

Airwolf can exceed Mach 1
from sea level to 65,000 feet.

The crew consists of

an in-flight systems specialist

in the electronic
data command center

to monitor turbine temperatures,

fuel and lubricant pressure,
rotor synchronization,

all onboard flight systems.

The second crewman

is a counter measure specialist.

His primary M.O.S.

Is to suppress,
neutralize, or destroy

any weapons threatening
the integrity of Airwolf.

He also has a duplicate
flight system control

in case the aircraft commander
becomes incapacitated.

And finally,
the Aircraft Commander,

who's responsible for
positive flight control,

target acquisition, and
weapon system selection.

The latter offers
him 14 firepower options

ranging from 30mm cannons to
nuclear-tip Shrike missiles.

In other words, Senator,

Airwolf is a Mach 1-plus chopper

that can kick butt.

If Airwolf can "kick
butt" like she says it can,

you've developed yourself
a tactical weapon.

But that's not the Firm's mission.

No, sir, it's not.

But when the project
started 20 years ago

after the Bay of Pigs,

the Firm's priorities
were a little different.

Then as the years went by...

The project grew.

Now you've got Topsy, what
are you gonna do with her?

You can only keep the lid on
testing and development for so long.

And if the Firm puts
Airwolf in the field,

it'll leak to Congress in a week.

And they won't take kindly

to the Firm's developing
secret tactical weapons.

That's why the Firm would like to

turn this prototype over
to the Department of Defense

and let them take credit for it.

In exchange for what?

Reimbursement of development costs

and the first five Airwolfs
off the production line.

Talk to me in dollars and cents.

$1 billion, Senator.

Give or take a few cents.

Red Star to
ground leader, stand down.

To demonstrate Airwolf's
tactical capabilities

it will penetrate a
typical Soviet defense zone,

the type used around
their I.C.B.M. Sites,

their military command posts

and communication installations.

Simulation has a way of

always making the
test vehicle look good.

That defense zone

is filled with Soviet equipment

and manned by personnel
who know how to use it.

This isn't a simulation, Senator.

Those guns
out there are loaded.

Airwolf. Red Star
Control. You have a go.

He's gone.

Dropped below the radar.

He'll use the mountain range
to block our defense radar

until he can exceed Mach 1.

After that,

he can penetrate the defense zone
from any point on the compass.

Holy...

We have
a visual sighting.

Grid
Whiskey Lima five.

Penetration
track indicated.

Speed, Mach 1 plus.

No shots fired.

I'll be damned!

He busted right through the Russkie's
front door without a scratch.

Not quite.

The computers have Airwolf's point
of penetration into the defense zone.

They can interpolate his most
likely approach to the target area

and deploy TU-36 helicopters
to block the canyons.

He'll have to
climb out of the canyon.

That would put him on S.A.M. Radar.

He has no choice.

I have a
heat-seeker on our six.

I.F. Suppressor on.

Still closing.
Popping a sunburst.

He got past
them. He's not on radar.

He's done it.

It's not over yet.

Unless your Dr. Moffet's a fool,

all he has to do is
stay in those canyons

until he reaches the target.

A passive defense mechanism
might force him up.

What the hell is that?

Wires!

We have radar contact.
Stand by to launch missiles.

Damn it.

We're
being radar-scanned.

Jamming.

Launching missiles.

I have four incoming
radar-controlled missiles.

Three are off target.

One is on our
track at 10 miles and closing.

Missile
impact, 12 seconds.

Hold heading
and deploy the A.D.F. Pod.

A.D.F. Pod
undeployable above 300 knots.

Reverse thruster engines.
Stand by to reengage rotors.

Thrusters
reversed. Speed, 700 knots.

Missile
impact in seven seconds.

Rotor
reengaging. Speed, 400 knots.

Missile
impact in five seconds.

375, 350, 325...

Four seconds.

325.

Three
seconds, two seconds...

Pod deploying.

My God, they've blown him away.

Not quite, Senator.

Dr. Moffet,
this is Sen. Dietz.

I want to congratulate you

on the most spectacular
weapons demo I have ever seen.

I'd like to shake your hand.

You already have, Senator,
on Project Proteus.

Proteus?

That was at
White Sands in the '70s.

I trust the
Senator remembers me.

Well, it was a... It
was a long time ago.

Yes. The Firm has shown
great confidence in my ability

to, uh, to change.

I'm sure that
trust is well-founded.

Not really.

Yeah.

It's perfect.

Nothing is perfect.

Not even this.

Well, I don't know what
can be wrong with this.

We're here.

Stringfellow Hawke.

Gabrielle.

Hello.

Where's Marella?

Oh, uh, sick leave.

Sorry.

This is a nice wine.

It's a Montrachet, isn't it? '79.

It's been a long time.

Two years.

I have a job for you.

'78.

Oh, I didn't know
that '78 was still...

I already have a job.

This one pays $1 million.

Half
now, half on delivery.

Of what?

Airwolf.

Moffet stole it five weeks ago.

You blew it.

Yeah.

Hindsight is a wonderful
gift, Mr. Hawke.

You scared the eagle.

I what?

Flying in, you
downdrafted an eagle.

I'm sorry.

Tell that to the eagle.

I wasn't expecting company.
I'll get another trout.

God, he's infuriating.

Only because he likes you.

Moffet probably flew
it south through Central America

then jumped from Brazil
across the Atlantic

to North Africa.

Same route we used
to ferry planes in World War II.

It took two weeks

of concentrated
satellite surveillance

to confirm Airwolf's location.

It's in Libya.

Khadafy's got it.

Great. That
means so do the Russians.

Not yet.

So far, he hasn't even
let them take a look at it.

Khadafy's keeping it for himself.

Why don't you just blow it
up instead of stealing it?

Can't. Moffet's erased the Airwolf
program from the Firm's computers.

And it's gonna
take a new development team,

even working with the
old subcontractors,

an estimated 5.3 years

to build a new prototype.

This reproduction,
it's really excellent.

I saw the original in Paris at
the... at the lmpressionist Museum.

No, you didn't.

What's the Firm's
position on Moffet and the crew?

If you can, bring him out with you.

The other two aren't important.

And if I can't?

Use extreme prejudice.

I saw the original in
Paris one month ago.

No, you saw a copy.

Are you trying to tell
me this is the original?

So how do I go in?

As a petroleum
engineer from Mirabelle Oil.

It's a French firm,

but most of the
technicians are Americans.

Once you land in Tripoli,

our operative there will help you.

The carrier Enterprise

will be standing by
in the Gulf of Sirte.

You probably won't have to fly

more than 200 miles to get there.

Yeah, through Khadafy's
army, navy, and air force.

At least it's not the Russians.

It's their equipment.

But the
Russians aren't manning it.

You don't know that.

We have
people in there, Hawke,

and they've reported the equipment
is being manned by the Libyans.

Besides, you're
being paid $1 million.

Hell, how much did Moffet get?

Probably $5 million.

And I get $1 million?

One usually has to pay
traitors more than patriots.

Moffet didn't do it for the money.

Neither will I.

I want Saint John.

You're not serious?

God, you are.

Hawke, he's
been an MIA for 14 years.

The odds your brother's
alive are 10,000-to-1.

Well, if he is dead

at least bring his body back.

I got a job flying in the morning.

You'll find
blankets in the window boxes.

It gets kind of cold around dawn.

Good night.

I don't think he'll pull this off.

He can. The question is, can we?

Stringfellow.

You startled me. I couldn't sleep.

I was looking at your collection.

It's incredible.

I thought I heard you
moving around up here

and just wanted to talk.

Just about the art.

How anyone could have put
together a collection like that.

It's fantastic.

I'm sorry.

I guess it's none of my business.

You didn't come up
here to talk about art.

Yes, I did.

Don't.

This is what you came here for.

No. No.

Archangel's worried I
won't take the assignment.

You're here to sweeten the deal.

You're wrong.

Well, you're a liar.

You didn't come here
to talk about art.

Yes, I did.

Maybe not totally,

but I didn't come
here for Archangel.

A liar's a liar.

And a whore's a whore.

Damn you.

You're too late.

God already has.

Gabrielle.

My grandfather collected the art

for my grandmother.

The money
is unimportant to him.

That's right.

Good morning.

No. He won't accept
that. He'll demand hard data.

We'll have to inform the President.

Eggs?

Oh, no. Coffee, please.

Absolutely not.

Is he up yet?

Left a couple of hours ago.

If the committee has a better idea,

I'm listening.

I'll be on blue channel till 08:00.

The committee is
going to blow this one.

I can feel it.

I don't think Hawke's
going to do it.

What makes you say that?

I talked to him last night
after you went to sleep.

Come on. It's too
early in the morning

for incriminating
looks from the boss.

Gabrielle,

don't get interested
in Stringfellow Hawke.

There's no future in
it for you or any woman.

Why not?

When he was 12,

he and his parents were in a
boating accident on the lake.

They drowned.

Just before he
shipped out to Vietnam,

he and his girlfriend
were in a car crash.

She died.

In Nam,

he and his brother went
down in the same mission.

He got picked up.
Saint John didn't.

Stringfellow is afraid

that anyone he loves,
or might love, will die.

That's why when he was
so cold to you yesterday

I knew he liked you.

How's that for some
paperback psychology?

Makes sense.

Everyone he loved can't have died.

There is one who's survived.

Up to now, anyway.

And cut!

I am not going to let

that stupid jackass kill himself

with my equipment.

He can't talk to me
like that. I'm the star.

Blaze is right,
Santini. He's the star.

If he wants to kill
himself, he can.

Well, fine!

Then let him use one of your cars,

not my helicopter.

I thought we already had
this worked out, Mitch.

Listen, now. Maybe
Santini's right, Blaze.

Uh, I mean, we are talking
about life and limb here.

Now, wait a... wait a
minute. You guys listen to me.

Mona Kahn heard

that I was doing my own
flying in this flick.

She's here to
film me for her T.V. Show.

Well, I wonder how she heard that.

She heard it because
I did it before.

I mean, I flew a hang
glider in... in... in Winds of Oahu.

I flew a Navy jet in Wings of Gold.

You had a Navy pilot with you.

He told me I flew it!

He... he said I was a natural,

he said that I hardly
had to touch the stick.

And besides, Hawke has been
letting me fly for three months.

I've been backing you.

What does he mean by that?

He means he's been on the controls

correcting Blaze's mistakes.

But I've been up there

doing it for the cameras,
and I'm gonna do it for Mona!

Either that or you can
use your... your choppers

to haul tourists around Disneyland.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Now you listen to
me, Mr. Movie Star.

Dominic.

What?

If the man says he
can fly, let him.

I'll ride shotgun to make it legal.

But if you do that,

Mona will think that you're flying.

I won't touch the controls.

If you do...

You've got my word on it, Blaze.

To tell you
the truth, Mitch,

I thought your star had
finally put it in the fire.

Blaze? Come on, he's a
straight guy. You know that.

Oh, yeah.

So what's the other
guy doing in the chopper?

Hawke? Strictly
for insurance purposes.

We could never
get coverage on Blaze

for something like this.

See, Hawke's hands
and feet are off the controls.

Ready?

You're the pilot.

Right.

What's wrong?

Not enough left pedal.

That's too much left pedal.

What's that stunt called?

Well, it... it doesn't have a name.

You don't
normally see that

unless you've lost a tail rotor.

There he is.

Hawke, I'm gonna land now.

You're the pilot.

You can back me a little
if you want, Hawke.

Where is he?

There!

Hawke!

What is that?

A hammerhead stall.

Is it safe?

I don't know.

I've never seen a
helicopter do one.

I always did say you
had a lot of guts, Blaze.

Moffet, don't do this.

Leave him alone.

Stop it! This is perverted.

There's nothing wrong with
a little perversion, Mark,

just so long as you
don't hurt yourself.

Look, two out of three isn't bad.

Dr. Moffet,

you are looking more
and more like an Arab

with each passing day.

Actually, I am getting
more and more bored.

I think I would like to
go to Tripoli tonight.

Whatever you desire, Doctor.

Perhaps you could
do us a favor first.

Our beleaguered
freedom fighters in Chad

are being assaulted

by the most brutal
and barbaric weapons

in the imperialistic
French arsenal.

Their reputation for life...

What exactly is it

that your leader
would like me to do?

To remove a French Mirage
or two from the sky.

Oh, really? Is that all?

For now, Doctor.

Very well.

At least it will
relieve the boredom.

Excellent, Doctor,
excellent. I am curious.

What would happen if a bullet
were to enter the intakes?

Nothing. I deliberately designed
them with armored mesh shields.

And the windshield is bulletproof,

and the body armor-plated.

What is your point, Major?

My point, Doctor,

is that in the desert
we have a saying:

A lion can be killed by the jackal

if the jackal knows where to bite.

Where does a jackal bite a wolf?

Come here.

Just here. This is the, uh,
mid-air refueling intake.

Now, one bullet up there,

and the whole thing would blow up.

But not, I guess, today.

You are insane, Doctor.

Actually, no. I'm just quite bored.

I have a target
bearing 052 relative.

Angels
five. Speed, 400 knots.

Is your radar searching?

Stand by, one.

Negative radar search.

What type aircraft?

Scanning.

Got it. It's a Mirage.

Bring the
attack computer online

and stand by for turbo ignition.

Target at seven
miles, bearing 050 relative.

Still at Angels five.

He doesn't see us.

Deploy the A.D.F. Pod.

Deployed.

Now hold it right there.

Thank you.

And that, gentlemen,

is another victory for Khadafy's
revolutionary forces in Chad.

I'm sorry
about that, Dominic.

For what?
Losing that job?

Hell, I
ain't had so much fun

since your dad took old
Purdy up in his P-40.

We were ferrying them, see,
over the hump to Chennault.

The Firm's got a job for me.

I thought you quit flying for them.

They're going to
go after Saint John.

Don't do this to yourself, String.

You don't love your
brother any more than I do.

If I thought it'd help,

I'd go to Nam and
hunt for him myself.

But it won't.

He's gone and you've
got to let him go.

Like I did.

Dom, I need your help.

Doing what?

Well, for starters,
you've got to get to Libya.

Oh, sure, I'll just, uh...

Libya? Hey, that's
Khadafy's sand pile.

He doesn't like us, String.

We don't like him, either.

Will you do it?

Well, let's see.

Tony
Boswick's got a charter

flying oil rigs to
Libya from England.

I could probably fly co-pilot
on one of his flights.

Sure, I can do it.

Hey, but why can't I go with you?

I don't want the Firm to
know you're backing me.

I am liking this less and less.

What're we gonna
do? Kidnap Khadafy?

Nothing that simple.

Archangel
wouldn't let them take it.

He didn't want the
Firm to take your art,

but the committee overruled him.

Why?

You turned down $1 million.
That made them nervous.

In exchange for Saint John.

Well, that frightened
them even more.

They're not even
going to try, are they?

The Firm will do
all it can to find your brother.

They're concerned you
won't take the mission

till they have something tangible.

They can't wait.

You're the only man besides
Moffet who's flown Airwolf.

You're the only one who
has a chance to get it back.

Why didn't Archangel
stay to tell me himself?

He was called back to Washington.

Besides, I was always the one
who was going to brief you.

Maybe.

Maybe he knew I'd take him apart.

Did Tet put up a fight?

No.

Smart dog.

I don't understand
what you Westerners see

in women with such skinny bodies.

In the desert,

a body like this
would wither and die

in a matter of hours.

After a few hours with such a body,

what would it matter?

I want her.

That will be difficult.

We believe she is an American spy.

Perhaps I can question her for you.

I could do that.

Of course, Brother Khadafy

was most pleased

with your exploits this afternoon

against the French on behalf of

our beleaguered freedom
fighters in Chad.

Your destruction of two
French Mirage fighters

will be told about in
the camps of our people

until the desert
sand turns to water.

But it's still not
enough to pay for her.

There are many women
here who are just...

What is?

An American destroyer.

Done.

Her name is Angela.

She is a dancer at the Red Castle.

You're not
listening, Stringfellow.

She's our contact in Tripoli.

Where does Archangel get them?

He found me when I was 15.

That was a rhetorical question.

According to Angela,

Airwolf's located

along the coast west of Tripoli.

We have reason to believe

it's been used against
the French in Chad.

A Mirage fighter was
shot down yesterday

over the desert there.

Sit down!

Hand me that net.

Ha! It's beautiful!

Yeah?

About three pounds.

Um,

now put it back.

It's... beau... I
couldn't eat that.

It's beautiful.

You can't kill it.

Put it back, okay?

Please.

You're eating the
poor thing just to spite me.

I suppose you think
I'm being stupid.

Yeah.

I know people eat fish. I eat fish.

It's just that trout
was very beautiful.

Yeah, I think I understand.

Do you?

Well, you just like
to eat ugly fish.

I don't know. Maybe that's it.

You know, like sole.

You know, sole has two eyes

on one side of his head.
That is an ugly fish.

Yeah, I like sole.

And pig.

That's not one of God's
most beautiful creatures,

but I bet you like pork.

Yeah, pork's okay.

And lamb?

Yeah. I love lamb.

Cute, cuddly, woolly little lambs.

You know, anyone who
would teach a dog to...

Ugh!

Another
fishing boat. 12 o' clock.

We are
being radar scanned.

Able to absorb 93
percent of the signal.

It's American naval frequencies.

The radar is emanating
from a Knox-class destroyer.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

It's an American destroyer, Moffet.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

For God's sake,
Moffet, they're Americans.

Missile is
five miles from target.

Four miles.

Three.

Two.

One.

The missile is detonated.

That was lovely.

You know, it's obvious
you studied with culture.

You seem to know
everything about me.

No, I don't.

I knew you played the cello well.

I didn't know you serenaded eagles.

I'm trying to get her to trust me.

To make her understand

I won't hurt her if she gets close.

String,

if you don't teach that
mutt to keep out of my way,

so help me, I'm gonna land on him!

You know, I wouldn't
want to tell anyone

where to land.

And you could've given me a hand.

He's not big on helping hands.

But I am.

Hey, let me take one of those.

No, no, no, no, no.

L... I don't believe
in women's lib.

Excuse me?

L... I like, uh,

I like the sexes the
way God intended them.

The way God intended them?

I wouldn't press him, Gabrielle.

You won't like the answers.

Well, I guess I'm old-fashioned,

but, uh, that's my
privilege, right?

Right.

So long as you've got
some red meat in there.

Oh, I got steaks, and chops,
and burgers, and all of it.

Well, Tet and I end
up eating most of them,

but, uh, we keep hopin'.

Bless your heart.

I haven't had anything but
vegetables for six days.

Six days?

Oh.

Wow!

I was beginning to
feel like a carrot.

You could have been
a beautiful fish.

Cute.

Hey, Dom, I think I found a canyon

deep enough to do
that crop duster chase.

Huh?

For Bellisario's film.

Oh.

It will only take an hour or so.

You wanna fix dinner?

Sure.

How do you like your steak?

Oh, no, no, no. Count me out.

I'm headin' for the field
just as soon as we get back.

Just put on two.

Two?

Yeah, one for Tet and one for you.

Oh, yeah, and, uh,

and catch me a trout.

Ha!

Nice meeting you, Gabrielle.

Yeah, you, too, Mr. Santini.

Well, how do you
like your steak, Tet?

I like her, String.

A little skinny
maybe, but I like her.

Yeah, she'll be
thrilled to hear that.

Yeah, but don't tell
her the skinny part.

Did you get in touch
with Tony Boswick?

Get in touch?

He kept me on the
phone for over an hour.

From England, yet.
And with me payin'.

He remembered the time

that he and your dad and
I got drunk in Towbridge

after the Schweinfurt raid,

and we stole a pig from a nunnery.

We took him back to the field,

fed him eight boxes of
prunes, and locked him

in Gen. Baxter's office,

Overnight.

Well, the next morning,
that office was...

I guess you had to be there.

When does Boswick's
charter fly to Libya?

Every Friday.

He's gonna have his
engineer call in sick

at the last second
and I'll replace him.

But he can
only pull it off once.

More than that,

the Libyans will get suspicious.

Once is all we'll need.

I'll fly to Tripoli
a week from Wednesday.

If you come in the
Friday after that,

it will give me two
days to set things up.

I'll meet you in a club
called the Red Castle.

The Red Castle. Okay.

How long till we get there?

About an hour.

This is it.
Valley of the Gods.

Even the Indians
don't come up here.

Can you blame 'em? It's cold.

There's always a
little snow up here,

even in summer.

Sure would be a bad
place to go down.

They'd never find you.

That's just what I'm looking for.

Some place to get lost.

Well, I've got that.

How far down does it go?

I don't know. I never
hovered into it before.

Thanks, Dom. It's perfect.

Anytime, String, anytime.

Hey, Tet.

You tell her how
you want your steak?

That smells so good,
I'm almost tempted to...

Hope you don't mind.

Since you don't eat meat,

I didn't want it to go to waste.

Where's Gabrielle?

I sent her ahead.

We're moving up the timetable.

Four hours ago, one
of our destroyers

went down in the Gulf of Sirte.

The press is being told

that a missile went
off in the magazine.

That it was an
accident. It was Airwolf.

Damn it.

The President used
slightly stronger language.

We've got 48 hours
to recover Airwolf

or they're sending in the Marines.

The Russians
have a missile task force

shadowing our carrier
group in the Med.

If we invade Libya,

chances are it'll
mean World War Three.

Damn, that was a good steak.

There's our ride.

I've got 10 hours
to get you to Paris

to catch a flight to Libya.

I'll have someone stay
here to watch the place,

take care of your dog.

Tet takes care of himself.

Why'd you leave
Gabrielle here last week?

To brief you.

What about my art collection?

I'm sorry about that, Hawke.

I told the committee it
was the wrong thing to do.

I might have taken it out on her.

You didn't, did you?

No.

I saved it for you.

Stringfellow Hawke?

Yeah.

Strip out of your clothes, please.

Your flight
suit, take it off.

We only have 16 minutes.

Your name is Michael Derrick.

I was briefed as Dr. Ted Burger.

Dr. Burger was to go
to work next Wednesday.

The Firm had to pick another man

on this flight.

As near as we can tell,

Michael Derrick has
never gone to school

or worked with any of
the other passengers.

As near as you can tell?

Ten hours is rather
short notice, Mr. Hawke.

Follow me, please.

He's been working

in a remote section of
Argentina for five years

and went to college in Australia.

I don't think you'll
run into anybody

who knows him.

I've had his background
capsulized in story form.

Chapter 10.

Try to read it before you
speak to anyone on the plane.

Latin Lovers?

I told you, I only had 10 hours.

You've 40,000 francs,
a driver's license,

girlfriend's photo,
love letter from her

and 10 minutes to
catch your flight.

Thank you.

I was able to get
clothing in your sizes.

Of course, it's used.

Even the underwear, I'm afraid.

I never wear underwear.

You're on Air Libya, Flight 2.

One more thing.

Angela is dead.

How?

We don't know. Her
family simply received

a wire notifying them of her death.

We're hoping it was an accident.

Hoping?

If the Libyans made
her and she talked,

they'll know I'm coming.

We don't think they do.

You don't think?

There was no time to check.

All we could do was to
send in another operative

who was familiar
with the situation.

What other operative?

Is this one a spy, too?

Probably. She was supplied

by the same theatrical
agency as Angela.

Angela was very fragile.

This one appears to be a
little more substantial.

Are you going to
be questioning her?

Eventually.

Perhaps I could be of help.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What the hell are you doin' here?

My job.

It was Angela's job, too.

I know.

The girls said they
found her in the desert.

He tortured and killed her,

the same as he did
to those other girls

at White Sands.

You were right about Moffet.

It wasn't the money.

He stole Airwolf so
he could come here

and do exactly what
he wanted with women.

Probably.

If I see him, I'm gonna kill him.

Where's Airwolf?

It's at Kafir.

That's Khadafy's summer palace

on the coast.

Mirabelle has an
oil pumping station

next to it.

Angela arranged papers and a truck

for the two of you to get in.

Here's the address.

There are guns under the seat.

I'll meet you there by 2:00.

How do I get from
the pumping station

into the palace?

Along the beach.

What do you mean "l"?

We're in this together.

You're on the next Air
Force flight out of here.

The hell I am.

I can fly Airwolf, you can't.

Either you're on
that flight, or I am.

You're not serious?

Stringfellow, I'm
not like the others.

I'm not going to die on you.

I'm gonna live to
be an old woman...

130, easy.

I won't die, I promise.

Damn you.

Oh, I didn't mean that.

I know.

I know.

I'll go.

If you don't come
back, I don't know...

I always come back, Gabrielle.

That's the problem.

Hey, mister.

Wait a minute. Hey,
hey, hey, it's me.

You weren't supposed
to be here till Friday.

Oh. Then I'll go back.

Hey.

Uh-oh. Hold it. Police.

Well, I caught the
news about that destroyer.

I figured Airwolf
might be behind it,

so I flew out to the
cabin and found Tet

makin' eyes at some cute
little thing in white

who said she was
housesittin' for you.

Didn't take a genius

to figure out what
happened, you know.

How long have you been here?

Oh, a couple of hours.

I hung around in
the club for a while,

but too many guys started asking

too many questions.

So I decided to stay
out in the alley.

You always did like to take
the back way out of bars.

It's nice to see you, too, Dom.

You think you can get
this thing started?

Hey, piece of cake.

You sure are confident.

The keys are in it.

And you know something, String?

I could've sworn one
of those dancing girls

was Gabrielle.

It was.

Oh. She going out with us?

Ahead of us.

Oh.

You know, girls
didn't move like that

when I was young.

Dom...

Boy.

Of course, there was this one
that we met in Brazil in '43,

your old man and I.

Ooh, she could vibrate
like a jackhammer.

And she was as cute
as a bug in a rug.

Your old man thought that...

Dom, just start the car.

Huh? Oh, sure, sure.

Like I was sayin',
your old man thought

she was the greatest
thing since peanut butter.

Of course, he
hadn't met your mom yet.

Anyway, we had 48 hours
before jumpin' off for Africa

in a couple of B-17 s we
were ferryin' to Rabat,

when all hell broke loose.

Drop your hand.

I can't see a thing.

Name.

You have my passport.

Name.

Gabrielle Ademaur.

Occupation.

God. I don't believe this.

Just answer my question.

I'm a hoofer.

A hoofer?

Yeah, it's a dancer.

Gabrielle.

If that is your real name...

You're damn right
it's my real name.

We know you are a spy for the Firm.

Oh, God.

You people, you
are really paranoid.

Just because I'm American

doesn't mean I'm a
spy, okay? I'm a dancer.

I'm under contract
to Mirabelle Oil.

I'd like to see someone

from the American Embassy now.

There is no American
Embassy in Tripoli.

Then I'd like to see someone
who'll listen to reason.

Perhaps I can be of some help.

Background Eagles airborne.

Altitude established
4,500, heading 040.

Angels 10, heading 170.

Straight
at the Libyan coast.

You trying to egg them out?

There's no need for that, sir.

If your boys don't get that chopper

in four hours,

our boys go in and blow it away.

Our "boys," Captain, include women,

one of whom has
already given her life

on this mission.

I'm sorry, ma'am. It's
just a figure of speech.

Eagle patrol at angels 40.

Eagle, 180 video.

It's funny, isn't it?

All this... this hot sand and yet

you can... you can
see the blue waters

of the Mediterranean

just a few miles away. Hmm?

Would you like a little?

Yes, I'd like a little.

A little you shall have.

Hey, what the hell is it?

A TU-36 Dodger.
It's Russian-made.

You see those
air-to-air missiles?

Yeah.

You know, String,

in the past two hours
we've seen tanks,

anti-aircraft guns,
sand missile sites,

and now a gunship.

You wanna chicken out?

Yeah.

So do I.

Try French.

Buon giorno.

That's Italian.

I don't speak French.

Si.

The papers are for next Saturday.

Grazie. Grazie molto.

Molto gentile.

See, everybody speaks Italian.

Yeah, except me.

If you and Saint John
had only studied Italian

like I asked you...

But, no, you got a hard head.

Dom.

Eh?

You are very beautiful.

Well, perhaps not at the moment,

but you can be again.

The water is so blue, so cool.

Would you like me
to take you to it?

We could... we could
be there in 10 minutes.

But that would be cruel.

The Mediterranean is very salty.

Where's Gordon?

Come on, Chuck.

You can't just swim, eat grapes,

and play around all the time.

What's the matter with you?

I just talked to Capt. Ben Mofta.

He said Moffet has,
uh, has that dancer

from the Red Castle

staked out to a
sand dune somewhere,

torturing her.

So what? She's nothin' to us.

Well, she is to me.

Of course, there is still time

for me to save you, Gabrielle.

I mean, you may scar a little,

but isn't that better than dying?

Would you like me to
save you, Gabrielle?

Moffet?

He's inside.

You were told to stand down.

Check flight.

Just a minute.

Start the engines.

Charles, why do you have
your helmet on in this heat?

Lift your visor.

"Start it," he says.

Lift your visor.

Ah!

Give me the chain guns
for the A.D.F. Pod.

Offensive
weapons panel. Right rear!

Guns one and two.

Set.

God in heavens!

Yeah.

See anything?

Uh, nothin'.

But I ain't sure
I'm workin' it right, either.

Tracks.

Hey, String. Ha,
ha, I got it workin'.

Yeah, I can see real good. Ha, ha.

Hey, l... I can see...

Oh, my God.

Bring the canteen
in the port storage bin.

Gabrielle.

Oh, easy, baby, it's over.

String.

It's okay. It's gonna be all right.

String.

I was going to call. But Moffet...

I know.

I understand.

I wanted to see the eagle.

You will.

I remember you and
the eagle all the time.

All the time.

Gabrielle.

Gabrielle.

No.

She promised me, damn it!

She promised me.

String, it's done.

I'm
afraid we've lost him.

He definitely cleared
Libyan airspace.

Two F-14s from the Enterprise
were escorting him back

when he disappeared.

I don't give a damn what
the committee thinks.

This time we're gonna
do it my way or you can

kiss Airwolf goodbye permanently.

Could we borrow one of your F-14s?

Yeah.

The committee
finally saw it my way.

Where did you hide it, Hawke?

In the mountains? The desert?

At that junkyard Santini
calls an airfield?

I know he was with you in Libya.

It'll be our little secret.

But you've got to return it

or they'll throw you
in a hole so deep,

it'll take sunlight
a month to reach you.

It's wired.

If I don't make a phone call
every 24 hours, it's a goner.

I told the committee you'd
do something like that.

And I told you I want Saint John.

Yeah.

The
President is very upset

to say nothing of the
joint Chiefs of Staff,

the Secretary of Defense,

the FBI, the National
Security Council...

Hell, probably the Boy Scouts.

But the only one not upset is me.

We built it, lost it, recovered it.

Well, sort of. You
were working for us.

And now we've lost it again.

Hell, even if you
were to give it back,

there's no way

the President would
ever let the Firm use it.

I'm not giving it back.

At least, not for this.

I know.

But, Hawke,

as long as you've got Airwolf,

Uncle Sam's minions

have to keep looking
for your brother.

They also have to try
to get it back from you.

That's just the way
the game's played.

So?

The Firm can help you,

let you know what
the other agencies

are doing to entrap you,

supply you with
funds, lots of things.

In exchange for using
Airwolf on official business.

Well, it's the only way
we're gonna get to use it.

And probably the only
way you won't get caught.

Here's your ride.

I always said

you had better ears
than a snooper mike.

Well,

think about it.

Then give me a call.

Did she suffer?

What difference does it make?

Damn it!

I sent her out
there, I want to know.

No.

No, she didn't suffer.

Thank God for that.