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and back
to its hiding place.

I want to beat you
even odds.

Airwolf versus Airwolf,
full-on dogfight.

You’re like
a couple of gunfighters

heading for a showdown,

Aren’t you curious
to know who’s best?

I hope you fly him
into the ground.

- Turbos.
- You can’t,

we’re gonna pile
into those walls.

This briefing
is from file A56-7W,

classified top secret.

Subject is Airwolf,
a Mach 1-Plus

attack helicopter
with the most

advanced weapons systems
in the air today.

It has been hidden
somewhere

in the Western
United States

by its test pilot,
Stringfellow Hawke.

Hawke has promised
to return Airwolf

only if we can find
his brother, Saint John,

an MIA in Vietnam.

We suspect that Archangel,

deputy director
of the agency

that built Airwolf
is secretly helping Hawke

in return for Hawke’s
flying Airwolf on missions

of national concern.

Stringfellow Hawke is 34,
a brilliant combat pilot,

and a recluse since his
brother’s disappearance.

His only friend
is Dominic Santini,

whose air service
is the cover for their
government work.

With Hawke and
Santini flying as a team

at speeds rivaling
the fastest jets,

backed by
unmatched firepower,

Airwolf is too dangerous
to be left

in unenlightened hands.

Finding it
is your first priority.

Dom,
we got any signal yet?

They can’t bend radar

around corners, String.

Hang on,
I’m gonna climb up

where they can see us.

There it is-- Bearing 295.

In that itty-bitty canyon
out there.

- Weapons to combat mode.
- Combat mode.

Turbos.

String, that canyon
ain’t wide enough

for a couple of burros
to walk side by side.

Nah, we’ll make it
if they get those burros

out of our way.

String,
you hit the bull’s-eye.

All right,
let’s climb out of it.

Dom, she’s feeling
awful mushy.

Canyon walls
coming up.

This thing’s lost
all of its delicacy.

I got to muscle it.

You can’t, we're gonna pile

into those walls.

Can’t?
Hell, we got to try.

Oh, my God!

St. Peter, I presume?

Sorry.

Just your
run-of-the-mill Archangel.

Whoa!

Great jumping Jehoshaphat.

So what’s your appraisal,
Mr. Santini?

Are you kidding?

Oh, ho-ho.
Man, that’s amazing.

I forgot it was a game.

It’s not a game.
It’s a simulation.

But we’re pleased you find
it so realistic.

Yeah, you just sit in there.

You swear
it’s the real thing.

Well, not quite.

The stick’s way too loose,
and there’s too much yaw.

The real Airwolf
would have made it.

Well, maybe next time when
you’re more familiar
with it.

There won’t be a next time.

I came and I flew
this overgrown video machine
like you asked.

I told you what’s wrong it,
now I’m going home.

Simulation is now complete.

All banks
shall recycle load.

I’ll be outside
when you’re ready

to fly us back to the cabin.

Hawke, Dr. Winchester
has a report

he’d like you to fill out.

I forgot my pen.

Well, I’d sure like to know
how you do it.

- Well, come with me.
- All right.

His reaction was unexpected

and totally uncalled for.

He claims it didn’t fly
like Airwolf.

Well, I’m not saying
it’s perfect, Archangel.

It’s only phase one.

Phase two requires
Airwolf and Hawke.

- You must deliver him.
- I agree.

The simulation is controlled
from the main terminal

and several
smaller terminals.

We installed
this large screen

so visitors could
view the action more easily.

Ah.

You could see
what was happening in there?

Oh, yes.

And I must confess
that when Airwolf crashed,

I felt a little shiver.

Hmm.

I didn’t know you cared.

We know what Airwolf
looks like of course.

And we have a pretty clear
idea of its capabilities,

even the classified ones.

It’s just a matter
of putting performance

and appearance together

in a given scenario
at computer speed.

The graphics computers were
making even three years ago

were cave drawings
compared to these.

What about other aircraft?

Oh, we have quite
a library.

How about a Hughes 500...

meeting its fate?

Very impressive.

Well worth
the firm’s investment.

I want to tell you...
- Thank you.

You put some G-forces
in that simulator,

and nobody will be able
to tell the difference.

I could.

Flying is flying,
and games are games.

That’s not very helpful.

Could you put a percentage

on how realistic
you thought it was?

Not exactly a perfect ten.

Dr. Winchester would be
the first to admit that.

That’s exactly why he needs
your participation.

And that’s another thing.

How come Robert Winchester’s

in this program?

He’s a pilot,
not a scientist.

It is possible to be both.

Well, Winchester was one
of the original bunch

of Airwolf pilots.

Back when you were gonna
make a fleet.

His computer skills made him
more valuable on the ground.

Well, I heard he washed out.

He’s great in instruments
but had no natural ability.

And now he’s supposed
to teach me to fly Airwolf?

Yeah, but that’s not
what they’re saying, String.

No one can fly
Airwolf the way you do.

And that’s the problem.

We have no backup
and no way to train them.

What happens if you go
for a hike one day

and don’t come back?

What happens ten years
from now

when your flying skills
begin to erode?

With Winchester’s equipment,

we can get a computer
perfect profile

not only of Airwolf

but of how
Stringfellow Hawke

in his prime flies Airwolf.

Some of the major
league baseball teams

are using
similar techniques

to profile
the perfect swing.

I read about that.

Pete Rose will live forever.

I’m not gonna take Airwolf

any place the firm
can get its hands on it.

Each night,
you can fly it away

to any hiding place
you choose.

Yeah, I’ll think about it.

No matter how many times
I see her,

She still takes
my breath away.

Yeah.

How much food we got?

About five days worth.

Hey, if we run short,

we can always set down
in the parking lot

of the local market,
you know.

You’re really looking
forward to this,

aren’t you?

Well, yes, I am.

If we can help the next
generation, why not?

You’re telling
me you’re doing this

for the next generation?

Hey, you get to be my age,
Sonny,

you’ll see that
it’s important to leave

something behind.

Yeah, you and Pete Rose

are gonna live forever, huh?

Ah, come on,
nobody lives forever.

It’s just that--

well,
I just love the idea,

that’s all.

Hey, 20 or 30 years
from now

when you’re sitting
on that cabin porch of yours

and I’m flying charter
for you know who...

Some pilot

will be sitting
in that simulator,

they’d be flying combat
against you and me.

And we’ll be kicking
their butts.

Hey.

They’ll be chasing
our smoke all over the sky.

And they’ll be saying

who the hell are these guys,

Hawke and Santini?

Yeah, if I don’t stuff
this big bird

in the ground first.

Aw, come on.
Don’t worry about that.

That was just a fluke.

I guess every pilot
goes through it.

Seems like when you hit
the backside,

you start to lose
your reflexes.

Yeah.

Maybe this thing came along
at just the right time.

Uh-huh.
Yeah, but listen.

You ain’t on your backside
yet, not by a long shot.

Now come on, give me
a hand with the rest

of these groceries.

Target is destroyed.

You have 30 seconds to get
out of the canyon.

25 seconds.

20 seconds.

15 seconds.

10 seconds,

9, 8, 7,

6, 5-- pull up.
Pull up!

You did it!

Hawke crashed it,
but you did it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I pulled it out.

You are the best, Robert.
You are, you really are.

That’s it?

Not exactly downtown USA,
isn’t it?

The telemetry pod
will record

your position, speed,

and so on
anywhere on the range.

I’m not gonna be responsible

if that thing tears off
at Mach 1.

Oh, it’ll stay on
all right.

We’ve hooked them up
to F-15s

and pushed to Mach 3,

no problem.

You got any F-15s
out here today?

No.
No, not today.

We have to work our way up
the ladder, you know.

Have to see Airwolf crawl
before she can run.

It’s the 1984 model Airwolf

taking on Detroit’s
more demanding

torture tests,
engineered like

no other Airwolf
in the world.

Let’s do it again.

Fine movements
are just as important

as the high-speed ones,
Mr. Hawke.

Thank you for your help.
You’re doing fine.

Very good, Airwolf.

Now let’s see
if you’re as good

against a moving target.

That’s the way it is
in combat, Winchester.

Things move.

Of course you won’t be using
live ammunition this time.

Machines can tell
if you hit or miss.

Missed?

Mister, you do got a lot
to learn about Airwolf.

Chain guns, chain guns.

Well, how’d I do?

We’ll tally up at the end
of the day, Mr. Hawke.

Be-autiful.

She’s better appreciated
from a distance, Michael.

I’m a man of my word.

You’re helping us,
and I appreciate it.

I’ve doubled security
at the perimeter.

You’re safer sleeping here

than out in the middle
of nowhere.

I like nowhere,

especially
the middle section.

An excellent day,
Mr. Hawke.

Excellent!

We have an almost
perfect readout

of Airwolf
against ground targets.

What do you mean
almost perfect?

Well, 100% would be perfect.
You got 87.

87?

Well, you missed a couple.

- Surely you know that.
- We didn’t miss.

Each pass looked
right on the money
to me, Doc.

But you were sitting
in the back, Mr. Santini.

The computer had
the best seat in the house.

It was wrong.

The machine has no reason
to lie, Mr. Hawke,

unlike the pilot.

Come on, Dom.

If I say
something, you won’t get

teed off,
will you? Eh?

But sometimes I just don’t
understand you, String.

And before,
you used to talk about

how stupid and artificial
this thing is.

But when it gives you less
than a perfect score,

you act-- you act like
you lost a war or something.

Hey, lighten up on yourself,
will you?

We hit those targets
10 for 10.

Yeah, sure looked
that way to me too.

But so what
if their computer

has a few bugs in it?

Don’t take it so personally.

Well, Winchester sure is.

He’s really enjoying
cracking a whip

and making me jump
through those hoops.

How well do you know
that guy?

I said hello to him
in the flight line,

across the room
at parties.

He was closer to Moffett
than anybody.

Moffett? The guy
who invented Airwolf?

Yeah.

They sort of spoke
the same language.

Hmm.

Well, it won’t hurt us none
to play trained pony

for a couple of more days.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess not.

Besides, it’s nice to be

outside of the city
for awhile, huh?

Hmm,

listen.

What kind of a lame coyote
is that?

Lame?
I suppose you can do better?

Coyote.

That’s the kind that paints

his own fingernails.

You calling my coyote
a sissy?

You’re really feeling
your oats tonight.

Well, why not?

In just a couple of days...

You won’t need
another couple of days.

Hawke’s madder than sin now.
Didn’t you see his face?

I saw.

He won’t be able
to resist the challenge.

Another bad score,

he’ll be ready for anything.

And what was
his real score today?

Perfect.

It’s nearly impossible
to miss a ground target

from Airwolf.

Yeah, but air to air,
that’s something else right?

- Exactly.
- Here’s your order

Thanks.

How they can pass up
a superb mind like yours

in favor of some
rudder jockey

like Hawke is beyond me.

Yeah, well,
that’s the way it is.

What a person knows,

what a person can do,
make, or create,

they forget all that.

It all goes by the board

when a kid with a great
right arm shows up.

A natural talent.

And Hawke was always
that kid, wasn’t he?

Yeah.

I hope you fly him
into the ground.

Hmm.

You know, I never
could’ve done any of this

if it wasn’t for you.

Don’t be ridiculous.

You designed the simulator.

Yeah.

But without
your encouragement,

I never would’ve got this
close to taking Hawke on.

I love you.

Oh, I’m sorry.

You better run some cold
water on that right away.

- Cold water, huh?
- Mm-hmm, the men’s room.

Go on.

Huh, OK.

That was fortuitous.

No, I spilled it.

What is your progress?

If all goes well,
the machine will be

in your hands tomorrow.

I’ll contact you
with the details.

But Airwolf must have
defenses against theft.

Which I will neutralize.

Once we have access
to the onboard computer,

there will be no problem.

your control
over Winchester seems good.

It is absolute.

He thinks this
is all designed

to provide a moment
of truth

between him
and Stringfellow Hawke.

He knows nothing
of the larger plan.

Such a brilliant
and inventive mind

to be swayed
by the most basic passions,

jealousy and lust.

The machines get smarter.

Men never change.

Rocket fire.
Rocket fire.

How am I doing, teach?

We don’t analyze maneuvers
one at a time, Mr. Hawke.

- Your next run will be...
- Hey, you tell me

if that was a hit or a miss
or I’m vectoring out

of here right now.

You missed it.

Winchester, I want to talk
to you right now...

alone.

Hmm.

That bird
was square on line

with the target box.

Maybe you clutched

at the last minute.

I didn’t clutch.

Look, Hawke,
it’s not my fault

you keep missing
the targets.

We recalibrated
this morning.

- The machine is perfect.
- The machine is screwed up.

I’ve had Airwolf in combat.
I know her, you don’t.

I know her.

Then why aren’t you
flying her

instead of throwing
the clay pigeons?

Bureaucratic stupidity.

It’s too bad they didn't
make two of ’em.

I can simulate two.

Airwolf versus Airwolf,

full-on dogfight.

And you’re pushing
the buttons.

No tricks.

I want to beat you
even odds.

Come on, String.

Let’s forget
the whole thing and go home.

It’s not a game anymore.

You’re like a couple
of gunfighters

heading for a showdown,

besides I don’t like anybody
messing around

with these electronics.

Aren’t you curious
to know who’s best?

I never lost so much
as a fingernail

flying with you.

That’s good enough for me.

There’s the lab.

How many heat sources
have you got?

Just two, outside.

It’s here.

We’re on our way.

This is the prototype

of the laser frame.

We’ve kept it in storage
just in case.

Works just the same
as the other one.

How do I know that?

Well...

we can trade ships
if you want to.

No, thanks.

You can’t see
the lasers now,

but once you get inside
with the frosted glass,

the program will appear.

Now, do you see
what I mean?

This is exactly
what I was worried about.

How do we know
what’s happening in there?

All done.

Ready for test?

Put him in the canyon
doing a hundred knots.

You got it.

Does the feel seem OK?

We don’t want it mushy,
do we?

Set him back down.

He’s on the ground.

Ready, Hawke?

Ready.

- Let’s go.
- After you.

How much further?

Beyond the perimeter fence,
one mile.

Is that the best
you can do, Hawke?

You can’t
lose me that easy, Hawke.

I’m not trying to lose you.

I’m just giving you
a flying lesson.

Alert! Alert!
Security breached.

Sector 11b.

Scramble all mobile units.

Alert! Alert!
Sector 11b.

What is it?

Perimeter alarm.
Security’s been breached.

Get the doors open!
Get Airwolf out of here.

What’s going on, Dom?

I got a firefight
two clicks east.

Let’s go have a look.

And a wonderful
time was had by all.

The funds for this project
did not include

an allocation
for self-indulgence,

Mr. Hawke,

Dr. Winchester.

This was totally
uncalled for

and very nearly tragic.

Fortunately,
my beefed-up security

prevented the evening
from ending

on a sour note
such as Airwolf

in the hands of criminals.

Is that what they were?

I was hopeful you

could tell us
who they were.

I don’t know.

Only the four of you knew

that Airwolf would be here
last night.

This is a large
laboratory complex.

I’m sure there are
other projects around here

someone might like
to steal.

This project
is officially shut down.

- You can’t.
- I am.

What’s more,
you and Ms. Norris

are under house arrest
in this lab

until I can
straighten this out.

You can’t do that.
What gives you the right?

How does national security
sound to you?

What about Dom and I?

I’d like
nothing better

than to have you both
safely back

wherever you hide Airwolf.

Well, I never thought
I’d hear you say that.

However, you two
are the only ones

who got a look
at the assault team.

I may need you.

We’ll be
in the neighborhood.

You know,

Archangel’s basically
a pretty fair man.

When he clears you,
you’ll be back in business.

What makes you so sure
I’m innocent?

I saw you
when the alarm went off.

Save Airwolf,
that’s all you wanted to do.

Sorry it had to end
like that.

Yeah.

It was quite a duel,
wasn’t it?

Do you really think so?

Yeah.

You had me.

You never know.

You were pretty tough.

Hey, tell me the truth,
Hawke.

Is the simulator anything
like the real Airwolf?

Pretty doggone close.

You know,
after all this blows over,

I’d like to come back
for another demonstration.

It’s a hell of a machine.

And maybe afterwards

we can take a spin
in mine.

That’s a deal.

I’ve cleared Section C.
How about Section A?

What are you watching?

I’m not watching.

I’m running
a blow-by-blow analysis.

I still think
you’re as good as he is.

Oh, come on, honey.

You saw that last maneuver.
He got me.

He’s a superb pilot.

The only thing
he’s got on you

is experience.

If you knew
his bag of tricks,

you would have won.

What am I supposed to do,
read his mind?

Not his mind,

- the mind of the machine.
- What do you mean?

I noticed
when we were hooking up

for the simulation,
that Airwolf

has a rather
extensive memory.

When it goes
into a combat mode,

the memory clicks on.

Of course.

A complete record
of every air combat

Airwolf has ever been in,
right in there,

waiting to be studied.

I don’t think they know
it has this capability.

It would be fascinating
to look at.

I placed an interface
in the central processor

and tied it
to Airwolf’s SSB.

You did?

Let’s try it.

I don’t know.

Hawke’s been having
adventures

that should have been
yours.

Aren’t you just
a little curious?

Move over.

In progress.

Dynamic field evasion
procedures in use.

Look at those tanks.

They look Russian-made.

What’s wrong?

Nothing.

I was just thinking
of something

Dr. Moffett said.

Who’s Moffett?

The designer of Airwolf.
He’s dead now.

We were at a party
one night.

He got this funny grin
on his face.

He said, "Robert,

Airwolf is very much
a living thing.

More than you can imagine."

What did he mean?

I’m just beginning
to understand it.

God.

Inside its computer,

Airwolf contains
its own design

just like a living creature,

complete information

as to how
to recreate itself.

Fantastic.

We have to copy this out.

I’ll transfer it.

Well, wait a minute.

Maybe we shouldn’t.

Robert, think a minute.

Deliver this to Archangel,
he’ll forgive everything.

And when he builds
a new Airwolf,

he’ll need someone
to fly it.

Yeah.

Attention.

Maintenance team
to building five,

maintenance team
to building five.

Skip plan south,

special equipment
1,600 hours.

- End.
- Yes, standard route,

drop side
to Mexico City and home.

End.

Is it ready?
Will it take their tapes?

Yes, sir.

Ah, String,

I am dreaming
sweet daydreams of cool,

dry air at 30,000 feet.

Ohh...

Well, Michael
will be calling soon.

Now, he can hear radio waves
coming in too.

- Fruit juice?
- No thanks.

Hey, this is the life.

Hoo, hoo, hoo!

I haven’t had any luck
trying to find the men

who breached the perimeter
the other night.

I thought maybe
one of these faces

would ring a bell.

That’s one of them
right there.

- Sure is.
- The leader.

- Alexei Provov.
- Russian?

Just like caviar from fish.

Top Soviet agent.

He’s the one who stole
our swing wing technology.

Ruthless.
Can fly anything.

Which means
they were definitely

after Airwolf
the other night.

Which means
one of our two friends

in the lab
is in league with him.

I just can’t believe

that Robert Winchester’d
turn over.

We’d better get back there.

Right.
The main thing

is for you to get Airwolf
out of the area

and back
to its hiding place.

With pleasure.
Come on, kid.

All I’m asking is give him
the benefit of the doubt.

Innocent
until proven guilty.

We try traitors the same
way we try pickpockets.

Alert! Alert!

Security breach,
Sector 11b.

Good idea.
We better hide the tapes.

No, Robert.
I’m taking them with me.

- What? Where?
- I want you to come too.

To my country,

with these
our engineers can...

You--

You used me.

Robert, please, stop!

You didn’t have
to shoot him.

Did we need him?

No.

It’s not like you

to be sentimental,
Gloriana.

Shall we go?

I can take out the limo.

In 20 minutes, we’ll be
in Mexican airspace.

There is Airwolf.

Don’t worry about Airwolf.

Agents.

I know.
What’d they get?

Designs.
For Airwolf.

Every detail.

They plan to build
another one.

Hawke?

Hawke, do you read?

Diana’s the agent.

She’s stolen
the tapes on Airwolf.

Winchester’s been shot.
Can you help me?

I’m on my way.

I’m already heading south.
How’s Robert?

Not great.

Somebody’s gonna pay
for that.

Here he comes.

If you controlled
their computer,

why not just
scramble their radar

and let us get away?

Because if we destroy it,

ours will be
the only Airwolf.

He’s slowing down.
Here he comes.

Airwolf to unidentified
helicopter.

You are ordered to land.

Where’d he go?

He’s staying up with us.

He must have
that chopper souped-up.

You want turbos?

No, let’s see
how hot a pilot he is.

We’ll play this
one odd-even.

I don’t believe this guy.

It’s like trying to run
from your own shadow.

The instant he moves
his controls,

his computer tells ours
and we match it.

Based on his
usual patterns,

he’ll turn and come back...
here.

Fire.

He nearly got us
with that rocket.

When are we gonna start
shooting back, String?

Weapons to combat mode.

Negative function,

- combat mode.
- Guns?

- Negative.
- ADF rockets?

They won’t deploy.

Then give me the turbos.

Somebody pulled our teeth.

Another rocket.

We got nothing
going for us, String.

Can we deploy
the guns manually?

I can try.

Look out,
rocket coming in.

Tell Hawke...

fly cold.

Airwolf, Archangel here.

Dr. Winchester says
fly cold.

Cold?

Pull the plug
back there, Dom.

They’re into
our electronics.

Everything?

Every last microchip.

It’s Orville
and Wilbur time.

I’ve already got

an ambulance
chopper coming.

What could be faster
than Airwolf?

Have I got full power?

Full power?
You want the turbos?

I don’t think so.
Might hurt him.

You got it.

All yours.

I got it.

I’m flying.