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Can’t we go up just a little?

I can’t. The Russians would pick us up on radar.

My orders are to get you out.

You would separate a man from his family?

Hey, I’m not running a shuttle bus service.

The odds are 50/50. That Hawke is flying Airwolf into a trap.

Hawke doesn’t know the odds.

Nyet.

You may be his only hope for escape.

So you have other options?

Of course. We could always invade Russia.

Moses will make his way to that hunting cabin.

It’s in a remote section of the Urals,

about 90 kilometers east of Sverdlovsk.

Marella will give you precise coordinates

for Airwolf’s computer.

Moses?

If you would read the dossier, Stringfellow,

instead of just looking at all the pretty pictures,

you would know that Vladimir Rostoff’s

code name is Moses.

- Cute. - Thank you.

I don’t think either of you realizes

the seriousness of the situation.

- Yes, sir. - If Moses has blown

his cover after 22 years,

it has to be for something big.

He’s risen higher than we’d dared hope.

Kept us out of at least a dozen small wars,

and maybe, on a couple of occasions, the big one.

And now, he’s thrown all that away

and whatever it’s worth.

So you can bet it has to be

for something damned important.

Who’s this?

Natalya and Tanya Rostoff.

So he’s got a family?

He’s been there 22 years.

I assume you’ve got a refueling tanker

somewhere in the Norwegian basin.

Yes.

That’s still a 3,000-mile round-trip

through Russian airspace.

Airwolf can make it, but not with five people.

She can if you strip the armament.

You’re asking me to fly Airwolf into Russia

without any guns?

It’s the only way.

It’s not exactly like pulling a mole

- out of Indian territory. - I told you.

He’s got something big or he wouldn’t be coming out.

Rostoff is no ordinary agent.

On his first assignment he was decorated

for saving the life of a fellow agent

when the mission went sour.

Marella.

That agent’s name is Michael Coldsmith Briggs III.

Code named--

Archangel.

That has nothing to do with it.

Of course not.

Will you take the mission?

"The third," huh?

I wouldn’t throw stones, Stringfellow.

Sir,

could I play devil’s advocate for a moment?

I encourage you to.

Well, some of our sister agencies suspect

that we’re in liaison with Hawke and Airwolf.

They haven’t been able to prove it.

No, sir. But you can be sure that if they suspect,

so do the Russians.

And that this might possibly be

an elaborate effort by the Soviets

to capture Airwolf.

Anything is possible,

but it’s not very probable.

I agree, unless one of two things has happened.

the Soviets have uncovered Moses

and are using him, giving him something

that he thinks is so important

he’s got to bring us in to extract him.

No. If the KGB uncovered him,

they wouldn’t risk his slipping away

in a ruse to capture Airwolf.

Two...

he’s been living in Russia for over 20 years.

He’s got a wife, daughter, friends.

He may have turned.

I didn’t say you would like it.

I think it stinks.

Yes, sir.

I assume you’ve run these scenarios

of yours through the computer?

Yes, sir.

I took the statistics from all

our counterintelligence agencies,

both foreign and domestic,

who operate deep undercover agents.

I cross-referenced them with those that have turned

and added the psychological probability

of change due to midlife crisis,

sexual promiscuity, children reaching--

Damn it, Marella! What’s the bottom line?

The odds are 50/50

that Hawke is flying Airwolf into a trap.

It’s the stupidest plan I ever heard.

Some Ruskie out hunting bear with a bow and arrow could bring us down.

They’d better have armor-piercing arrows.

Oh, you know what I mean.

Yeah. You don’t like the plan.

I think it stinks.

You got a better one?

You bet. Let’s not go at all.

No matter how many times I see her,

she still takes my breath away.

Yeah.

10 bucks it’s an SR-71.

Harrier jet.

What the hell would we be doing refueling a harrier

within spitting distance of Russia?

I don’t know the mission. I just know it’s a harrier.

Why else would we be using a straight line refueling rig?

An sr-71 uses a straight line refueling rig.

I didn’t know that.

That’s why you're gonna lose 10 bucks.

captain, I-I...

I have an, an aircraft approaching for hookup.

What is it?

I’d rather not say, sir.

According to the computer,

we’ll be penetrating Soviet airspace in six minutes.

Right.

That’s all you got to say?

For now.

We’re going on the deck the rest of the way.

Oh.

I was afraid it’d be something like that.

What do you call "on the deck"?

Oh, about 50 feet, give or take a few.

It ain’t the 50 feet I’m worried about.

It’s the give or take.

Uh-oh.

I got two bogies. Angels 30.

Closing fast on a heading of 015.

MiGs?

MiG-23s.

Hey, I thought this was Finland.

I don’t think the Soviets pay too much attention

to road signs around their borders.

Hang on.

They’re directly overhead.

Altitude?

Angels 30.

I’m absorbing 90% of their radar scan.

They’re maintaining altitude.

Heading northeast.

Hey, I don’t think they spotted us, String.

Ooh, when the sun goes down here,

it really goes down, huh?

Well, it comes up just as fast.

We have about eight hours this time of the year.

Three in, three out,

and two to pick Moses up.

Uh-oh. Maybe less.

Those MiGs are descending and coming back.

Now, why would they do a thing like that?

Well, Dom, they might’ve spotted us.

They’re climbing. I think they lost us.

Oh, my God, nobody can fly blind this low.

I know.

- Then pull up. - I can’t.

The Russians would pick us up on radar.

It’s better than in little pieces.

Oh, String, this is nuts.

Those MiGs gone?

Yeah, moving off the grid to the north.

Turn on my helmet view. It’s a CC Panel.

Mamma mia! What is that?

SLAS.

Starlight amplification system.

It amplifies available light a million times.

Turns night into day.

Oh, that’s great, String.

But now that the MiGs are gone,

can’t we go up just a little?

Yeah, I guess we can ease up a few feet.

Thank you.

Well, if they haven’t snagged

a snowdrift or been run over

by a herd of reindeer,

they should be approaching that cabin just about now.

Then one way or another we should know what’s happening soon.

We won’t, but they will.

Knightsbridge, this is Angel One.

I’m five miles out over the main gate.

Request a Jericho approach to the pad.

Angel one, Knightsbridge.

Approach approved. You are cleared to land.

According to the computer,

we’re within 10 kilometers of the cabin.

No, wait. You better slow down.

We’re four, three, two, one.

String, I got a heat source at 3 o’clock,

100 meters up. Could be human.

Hit the lights.

Invite him into the clearing.

Right.

Hey, see if you can get him

to look up, will you?

I said get him to look up,

not scare the hell out of me.

Sorry. Is it him?

A little older, but it’s him.

You got any other heat sources?

- Nope. - That’s too bad.

Why, you looking for trouble?

No. But if Rostoff’s bringing his family out,

there ought to be two other heat sources

somewhere in this area.

Rostoff?

I came to take you home, Moses.

Thought you were Soviet military.

Why? Are they hunting you?

I must assume so.

They may have deduced by now it was no accident.

What?

I’ve been without sleep for three days.

My thinking is a bit muddled.

I stole a biological weapon.

Covered the theft by creating an accident.

A fatal accident.

Some of them were my friends.

- Must be some weapon. - It is.

It’s air-carried. Lethal in two seconds.

Totally undetectable and untraceable.

The only deterrent is for both sides to have it

then each will fear retaliation.

Archangel was right.

You are an exceptional man.

How is Michael?

Oh, he’s a little the worse for wear.

But he’s still recruiting the most beautiful,

intelligent women in the world.

I used to think that would be his... downfall.

Now I think it may be his strength.

We gotta get going.

Yes, of course.

Where is your family?

They’re waiting at Kirivitz, 200 kilometers east of here.

Hey, I’m not running a shuttle bus service.

I didn’t know how long it would take the firm to extract me.

Couldn’t risk my family being caught here with me.

My orders are to get you out.

You would separate a man from his family?

- If I had to. - Yes.

That’s why I left the serum I stole with my wife.

Your helicopter, it’s incredible.

Mach 1 plus.

We have nothing like this.

What do you mean "we"?

I mean the Soviets.

IR Jamming. Automatic defense system.

Stealth mode.

A choice of 14 offensive weapons.

We wish.

We had to strip the guns to--

- Dom. - Huh?

Have you got that readout on Kirivitz?

Of course.

You had to trade weight for fuel.

You have nothing to shoot with, do you?

I always save a little something.

Kirivitz.

Agra community. 1,200 people.

62 degrees north, 51 degrees west.

My family will be at my wife’s brother's farm,

north of the village.

Hey, String.

There’s a soviet missile complex

all around Kirivitz.

It’s gotta have more security than Fort Knox!

Those missiles were removed three months ago.

Those silos are empty and so are the barracks.

It’s part of the air defense rotation program.

Yeah, but that’s not what the computer says.

Then the computer is wrong.

Archangel gave us the latest tapes for this mission.

Then there is obviously an intelligence lag.

Or you’re lying.

We are how far from the farmhouse?

10,000 meters.

Amazing.

I count five people.

My family and Turgyev’s wife and son.

- What do you think, Dom? - why ask me now?

I don’t think we should have taken this job in the first place.

I think we should have gone home from the cabin.

And I think we’re walking right into a trap.

And I think that you’re gonna do

whatever you’re gonna do, no matter what I think.

So why you asking me what I think?

Hey, sorry.

There is a missile silo a mile to the west

and another a mile and a half south.

They’re both connected to the road

that’s in front of the farm.

As I said, they are empty, so you can take your pick.

- Dom? - Now, let’s see.

I’ve got a small clearing.

Big enough, but not too big.

There’s a creek that runs through it

to the farm, about 1,500 meters

on a heading of 215.

OK.

Nice, huh?

Turgyev has a great voice.

He used to sing in the army choir.

Kind of catchy. Where’ve I heard that before?

It’s a song of bloodshed, of struggle, of glory.

A song of the revolution.

Revolu-- Oh, now I remember.

You mean I’ve been humming that communist song?

Think of it as a Russian version

of "Yankee Doodle Dandy."

Hey, hold on a minute, let’s have a look.

Just your family, huh?

Turgyev’s in the local militia.

- They must be his friends. - Oh, really?

Probably on a routine patrol

checking the empty missile silos.

To guard against vandalism.

With AK-47s?

- I’ll get rid of them. - No.

You yourself said we were on a tight schedule.

Did you ever think that maybe your accident has been discovered

and they’re here to pick you up?

They don’t send the local militia

for that, Mr. Hawke.

Hey.

Shoot me, you lose the serum.

And you lose your life.

The 1800 situation report is in.

Well?

There’s unusual Soviet Air activity

near the Manchurian border.

Over 2,000 miles from Airwolf.

A satellite was launched at 1200 Zulu time

from their space center at Baikonur.

Orbit?

North-south elliptical,

covering England, France,

- Italy. - They’re beefing up

their MR missile-spotting network.

Armored activity near Polish border.

There was a work stoppage at Lodz yesterday.

The Russians are just flexing their muscles.

And the rest was on the 1200 report.

What is it?

An update in the communication section.

"Increased radio traffic on KGB frequencies

throughout the Central Urals.

Specifically in the Sverdlovsk area."

It’s beginning to look like you could be right.

Hmm, beautiful.

Sounds like one of them sad Italian arias, huh?

It’s a song about a young couple

who die of unrequited love.

Romeo and Juliet.

This was sung on the steppes of Russia

long before Shakespeare was born.

He probably stole the idea from us.

There you go with that "us" again.

I am Russian, Mr. Santini.

I thought you were an American.

I was born in a coal-mining town

in Pennsylvania, of Russian parents.

I was rocked to sleep to Russian lullabies.

I celebrated Christmas on January 5th.

Prayed to God in a Russian Orthodox Church.

And when I fell in love,

it was with a Russian girl.

I am American by birth

and political conviction.

But my heart and soul

is Russian.

Hmm.

Hey, enough of this.

Rostoff, we don’t have time for this.

You should have told your daughter earlier.

Yes. You should have.

Hey, she speaks English.

And French and Italian. We are not ignorant!

If you speak English, speak English.

Nyet!

I don’t think she likes us, String.

- Neither do I. - In your place

I wouldn’t like us much, either.

But the reality is, your husband has to leave Russia

- or he’s gonna be shot. - Nyet.

Da.

English, please.

My brother does not speak English.

Then he’s excused. The rest of you aren’t.

Have you got that serum?

In the bedroom.

Hold on a minute.

You say your brother-in-law’s

in the militia, where does he keep his gun?

Also in the bedroom.

Dom.

Yeah, sure.

Tanya, I like your spunk.

But if you don’t start speaking English,

I’m gonna spank your butt.

Stop it, Tanya.

I’m doing what I feel I must.

Not for America, for people.

For Russians and Americans.

By betraying our country?

It’s not a simple matter of betrayal.

It seems simple to me.

That’s because you are young and naive.

Perhaps. But I am old enough

to know that I will not betray my country!

Nor I mine.

But Russia is your country.

No, Tanya. Russia is my heritage.

The United States is my country,

and I took an oath to protect it,

even if it costs me my life.

I suppose it’s just the local militia

dropping by for some tea, huh?

They know the lab was not an accident.

Is it Russian?

Never mind.

We can try for your helicopter

if one of us decoys them.

Do not move or I will shoot!

On the count of three,

Douse that light.

And you get that lamp.

And then hide behind that stove.

- You ready? - Da.

One. Two.

Three.

Anybody hit?

No.

Don’t shoot!

If my reflexes were just a little faster,

you’d have been a dead bunny.

I was counting on that.

T-Turgyev?

He’s OK.

Took off toward the road, I think.

What is it?

Get down!

He’s not trying to kill us.

Yeah? You couldn’t prove it by me.

No, he’s shooting high.

Or trying to keep us pinned down

till they get ground support.

We’ll have to decoy him to get out of here.

I will do it if you will get

- my family out. - No, papa. No!

We will not go without you.

Nyet!

Nyet.

Hey, Moses, I don’t know what they’re saying,

but it sounds like "no" to me.

I’m not gonna haul two screaming, kicking women

through the woods in the dark.

Not when there’s another way.

What other way?

Hey, she ain’t got no guns, remember?

And in case you hadn’t noticed,

he does.

Yeah, well, I figure that’ll just about

make it even.

Do you want something to eat?

What?

Can I get you a sandwich or some hot soup?

- I could send to... - Oh, no, no.

Thank you, no.

Oh, not yet, please, Marella.

I wanna enjoy the sunset.

I’m sorry.

For what?

For being right.

Don’t write this mission off yet.

But it’s sunrise over the Urals.

Hawke was to rendezvous with the tanker...

...15 minutes ago.

That doesn’t mean he’s failed.

Just that he’s late.

Sir, if I were to put this mission

through my computer right now,

the odds would be a thousand to one

- against it. - Probably higher.

But we’ve got one thing going for us.

What?

Hawke doesn’t know the odds.

He must hate me.

Who, Turgyev?

Nah.

Not the way he greeted you last night.

Oh, he, he may be hurt and angry.

But given time, he’ll remember all the good things between you.

You say you sang together?

All the time.

Our families used to say

we drove them crazy, but they loved it.

Especially the children.

He’ll remember.

You’re a philosopher, Mr. Santini.

Me?

Nah.

I’ve just lived a little.

And I’d like to continue.

I wonder what the hell he’s up to.

It is over.

No. We ain’t finished yet.

At least he got out with the serum.

What are you talking about? Hawke?

Of course.

He did what he had to do: get the serum back.

Yeah, well, you don’t know Hawke.

I’m gonna teach you to sit up there and make life miserable.

Whoo-hoo!

Who needs guns?

Get in! Get in!

I still can’t figure Sgt. Tembrusco.

He’s flown on and off as my crew chief

for five years.

I’ve never seen him act so weird before.

Maybe that’s why.

I don’t follow you.

Well, he knows it’s a harrier.

He just didn’t want you to lose the bet.

It was not a harrier. It was an SR-71.

Then why didn’t Tembrusco say so?

I don’t know. Something’s wrong.

- This is the first flight he’s missed since-- - Capt. Nuzo,

I have an aircraft approaching for hookup.

Same bet?

You’re on.

Airman, what’s your name, son?

Uh, Airman Munga, sir.

What kind of aircraft is that, Munga?

Uh, type, sir?

That’s right, airman.

What type?

Uh, it’s a helicopter, sir.

Where’d you get this guy?

I was wrong.

Hmm?

What?

0600 Zulu.

Aircraft linkup with refueling tanker tango

over the Norwegian Basin.

0547 confirmed.

Hawke did it!

Well, try to control yourself.

Yes, sir.

You’re acting like a trainee

on her first mission instead of--

Whoo! He did it!

All right.

I haven’t had halupkis

since I was a kid.

And my friend Milo’s mom,

they were Russian too.

She made it for me.

And then there was a special soup

that she used to make for Christmas.

With, uh, pasta and,

uh, little meatballs.

I never heard of that.

Oh?

Well, maybe that was Ling Soo’s mom.

They were Chinese, you know.

So, uh, tell me, Mr. Rostoff.

What was Michael like in the early days?

"Early days"?

You make me sound ancient.

Michael, you do look a little the worse for wear.

All earned in the line of duty.

Tanya?

Give her time, Vlad.

Well, you haven’t answered my question.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Well, in the beginning, Michael was...

a bit of a womanizer.

What?

Do you, uh-- Have you made any plans?

Now that you’re back in the United States,

Do you know where you want to go?

Kind of pretty, huh?

It is not so beautiful...

as Russia.

Yeah. From what I saw,

that was a really beautiful country.

Not commercial like United States.

I guess you’ll be going back.

Of course.

Just as soon as Mama and Papa...

I will never give up Russia.

Never.

Nobody is asking you to, Tanya.

You can’t give up what’s in your heart.

You mean I will not be forced to become American?

Well...

I’m sure there'll be a lot of people

that’ll try to Americanize you.

That’s only natural.

You might even find out some things

about this country you like.

- Like what? - I don’t know.

Music, books, films.

Fast foods.

But most of all, the freedom to accept or reject

our culture or our politics as you see fit.

Prove it.

That’s something you'll have to find out for yourself.