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We're being radar scanned.
Bring a bullpup on the line.
Gabrielle, don't get interested in Stringfellow Hawk.
There's no future in it for you or anyone.
You've got to get to Libya.
That's Gaddafi's sandpile. 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 matter?
We've got 48 hours to recover our wolf when they're sending in the Marines.
Train gun one and two, set.
Thank you.
I don't believe you. 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.
Or 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.
Moffat. Moffat?
Moffat, I know that name.
Your cream cheese, Senator.
Damn stuff is pink.
It's, uh, salmon flavor.
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 and the electronic
data command center to monitor turbine temperatures, fuel and lubricant
pressure, rotor synchronization, all onboard flight systems.
The second crewman is a countermeasure specialist.
His primary MOS 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 30-millimeter
cannons to nuclear-tipped 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.
And as the years went by... And the project grew.
Now you've got Topsy, and what are you going to 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?
Reimbursement of development costs and the first five airwolves off the
production line.
Talk to me in dollars and cents.
A billion dollars, Senator.
Give or take a few cents.
To demonstrate Airwolf's tactical capabilities, it will penetrate a
typical Soviet defense zone. The type used around their ICBM sites, their
military command posts, communication installations.
Simulation has a way of always making a 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 it can exceed
Mach 1. After that, he can penetrate the defense zone from any point in the
compass.
Holy... Count of visual sighting. Grid, Whiskey, Lima, 5.
Penetration track indicated.
Speed, Mach 1 plus.
No shots fired.
I'll be damned if I skid right through the Ruskie'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 canyon.
They'll have to climb out of the canyon.
That would put him on SAM radar.
He has no choice.
I have a heat seeker on
R6.
I have suppressor on.
Still closing.
Popping a sunburst.
He got past him. He's not on radar. He's done it. It's not over yet.
I'm sure Dr.
Moffat'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!
Radar contact.
Stand by to launch missiles.
We're being radar scanned.
Jamming. Launching missiles.
Control missiles, three are off target. One is on our track at 10 miles and
closing. Missile impact, 12 seconds.
Hold heading and deploy the ADF pod.
ADF pod undeployable above 300 knots.
Reverse thruster engine, stand by to re-engage rotors.
Thrust is reversed.
Speed 700 knots.
Missile impact in 7 seconds.
Rotor re-engaging.
Speed 400. Missile impact in 5 seconds.
My God, they've blown him away.
Not quite, Senator.
Dr. Moffat, this is Senator Dietz.
I want to congratulate you on the most spectacular weapons demo I've ever seen.
I'd like to shake your hand.
You already have, Senator, on Project Proteus.
Proteus?
It's the white sand in the 70s.
I trust the Senator remembers me.
Well, it was a long time ago.
Yes, the firm has shown great confidence in my ability to change.
Well, I'm sure their trust is well-founded.
Not really.
Thank you.
Yeah.
It's perfect.
Nothing is perfect.
Not even this.
Well, I don't know what can be wrong with this.
We're here.
Extreme fellow, Hawk.
Gabrielle. No.
Where's Mirella?
Oh, uh... Sick leave.
Sorry.
This is a nice wine.
It's 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 so... I already have a job.
This one pays a million dollars.
Half now, half on delivery.
Of what?
Airwolf.
Moffat stole it five weeks ago.
You blew it.
Hindsight's a wonderful gift, Mr. Hawk.
You scared the eagle.
I what?
Flying in, you're downdrafting an eagle.
I'm sorry.
Tell that to the eagle.
I wasn't expecting company. I'll get another trout.
Connie is infuriating.
Only because he likes you.
Moffat 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 an
airwolf's location.
It's in Libya.
Qaddafi'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.
Qaddafi's keeping it for himself.
Why don't you just blow it up instead of stealing it?
Can't. Moffat's erased the Airwolf program from the firm's computers.
It's going to 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 Impressionist Museum.
No, you didn't.
What's the firm's position on Moffat and the crew?
If you can, bring them 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.
Now you saw a copy.
You trying to tell me this is the original?
So how do I go in?
As a petroleum engineer for Mirabel 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, true. It hobbies 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, Hawk, and they've reported the
equipment as being manned by the Libyans.
Besides, you're being paid a million dollars.
Hell, how much did Moffat get?
Probably five million.
And I'd get one.
One usually has to pay traders more than patriots.
Moffat didn't do it for the money.
Neither will I.
I want St. John.
You're not serious.
God, you are.
Hawkey's been in MIA for 14 years.
The odds your brother's alive are 10,000 to one.
Well, if he is dead... at least bring his body back.
I got a job flying in the morning.
We'll find blankets in the window boxes.
It's kind of cold around dawn.
Good night.
I don't think he'll pull this off.
He can.
Question is, can we?
String fellow.
He startled me. I couldn't sleep.
Just looking at your collection, it's incredible.
I thought I heard you moving around up here.
Just wanted to talk.
Just about the art.
How anyone could have put together a collection.
I'm sorry. I guess it's none of my business.
You didn't go up there to talk about her.
Yes, I did.
Don't.
This is what you came here for.
No.
Archangel's worried I won't take the assignment.
You're here to sweeten the deal.
You're wrong.
Well, you are a liar.
You didn't come here to talk about Art.
Yes, I did.
Maybe not totally.
I didn't come here for Archangel.
Liar's a liar.
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.
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 0800.
Committee is going to blow this one. I can feel it.
I don't think Hawk's going to blow it.
Makes you say that.
Talked to him last night after you went to sleep.
Screw early in the morning for incriminating notes from the bomb.
Gabrielle, don't get interested in Stringfellow Hawk.
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.
Inam, he and his brother went down on the same mission.
He got picked up, Sinjin 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 survived.
Up to now, anyway.
That stupid jackass kill himself with my equipment. He can't talk to me like
that. I'm a star.
Blaze is right, Santini. He's a 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, maybe Santini's right, Blaze.
I mean, we are talking about life and limb here. No, wait a minute.
You guys listen to me.
Mona Khan heard that I was doing my own flying in this flick.
She's here to film me for her TV show.
Well, I wonder how she heard that.
She heard it because I did it before.
I flew a hang glider in winds of Oahu. I flew a Navy jet in wings of gold.
He had a Navy pilot with you, Hawk. He told me I flew it.
He said it was a natural.
He said that I hardly had to touch the stick. And besides, Hawk 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.
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 choppers to haul tourists around Disneyland.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Now, you listen to me, Mr.
Movie Star.
Dominic. What?
Man says he can fly, let him.
I'll ride shotgun.
Make it legal.
If you do that, Mona will think that you're flying.
I won't touch the controls.
You do.
You got my word on it, Blaze.
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? Hark!
Ripley for insurance purposes.
We could never get coverage on Blaze for something like this.
See, Hark's hands and feet are off the controls.
Ready?
You're the pilot.
What's wrong?
Not enough left pedal.
That's too much left pedal.
What's that stunt called?
Well, it doesn't have a name.
You don't normally see that unless you've lost a tail rotor.
What is that?
It's a hammerhead storm.
Is it safe?
I don't know.
I've never seen a helicopter do one.
I did say you had a lot of guts, Blaze.
This is perverted.
There is nothing wrong with a little perversion, Mark, just so long as you
don't hurt yourself.
Well, two out of three isn't bad.
Dr. Moffat, you are looking more and more like an Arab with each passing day.
Actually, I'm 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.
The 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'm curious, what would happen if a bullet were to enter the Integs?
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.
The lion can be killed by the jackal if the jackal knows where to bite.
Where does a jackal bite a wolf?
Here, this is the mid-air refueling intake.
Now, one bullet up there and the whole thing will blow up.
But not, I guess, today.
You're insane, Doctor.
Actually, no, I'm just quite bored.
I have a target, Baron.
Is he radar searching?
Standby one.
Negative radar search.
What type aircraft?
Scanning. Got it.
It's a Mirage.
Bring the attack computer online and standby for turbo ignition.
Target at 7 miles, bearing 0-5-0 relative.
Still at Angels 5.
He doesn't see us.
Deploy the ADF pod.
Deployed.
Gentlemen, here's another victory for Gaddafi's revolutionary forces in Chad.
Sorry about that, nominee.
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 him, see?
Over the hump to Chenault.
The firm's got a job for me.
I thought you quit flying for them.
They're going to go after us, aren't you?
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.
Hey, that's Gaddafi's sandpile. He doesn't like our string.
We don't like him either.
Can you do it?
Well, let's see.
Tony Bostwick'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 to further know you're backing me.
I'm liking this less and less.
What are we gonna do?
Kidnap Qaddafi?
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?
He turned down a million dollars.
Made him nervous.
In exchange for sentient?
That frightened them even more.
They're not even gonna 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 Moffat 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.
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 Qaddafi 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.
Her name's Angela.
She's a dancer at the Red Castle.
You're not listening, string fellow.
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, and we
have reason to believe it's being used against the French in Chad.
A Mirage fighter was shot down yesterday over the desert there.
Sit down.
Hand me that net.
Put it back.
It's beautiful. 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.
Oh, 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?
Yeah, you just like to eat ugly fish.
I don't know. Maybe that's it.
You know, like soul.
You know, soul's two eyes on one side of his head. Yeah, it's an ugly fish.
Yeah, I like soul.
And pig, I mean, 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.
You know, anyone who would teach a dog...
Another
fishing
boat, 12 o'clock.
Absorb 93% of signal.
It's American naval frequencies.
Radar is emanating from a Nox-class destroyer. Bring a bullpup on the line.
It's an American destroyer, Moffat.
Bring a bullpup on the line.
For God's sakes, Moffat, they're Americans.
Missile is five miles from target.
Four miles.
Three.
. .
That was lovely.
You know, it's obvious you studied with Coulter.
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.
Make her understand I won't hurt her if she gets close.
You don't teach that mutt to keep out of my way, so help me, I'm going to land on
you.
You know, I wouldn't want to tell anyone where to land.
You could have given me a hand.
I'm not big on helping hands.
But I am.
Here, let me take one. No, no, no, no, no. I don't believe in women's living.
Excuse me?
I like the sexes the way God intended them.
The way God intended them.
I wouldn't press them, Gabrielle.
I don't like the answers.
Well, I guess I'm old-fashioned, but, uh, well, that's my privilege, right?
Right. So long as you got some red meat in there. Oh, I've got steaks and chops
and burgers and all of it.
Well, Ted and I end up eating most of them, but, uh, we keep hoping.
Bless your heart. I haven't had anything but vegetables for six days.
Six days?
You need to feel like a carrot.
Could have been a beautiful fish.
Hey,
Dom. I think I found a canyon deep under that crop duster chase.
Huh? You know, for Belisario's film.
It'll only take an hour or so. You want to fix dinner?
Sure.
How do you like your steak?
Oh, no, no, no. Count me out. I'm heading for the field just as soon as we
get back.
Let's put on two.
Two?
Yeah, one for Jack and one for you.
Oh, yeah, and, uh, catch me a trout.
Ah.
Nice meeting you, Gabrielle.
Yeah, you too, Mr.
Santini.
How do you like your steak, Ted?
I like her, Strick. A little skinny, maybe, but I like her.
Yeah, I should be thrilled to hear that.
Yeah, but don't tell her the skinny part.
Get in touch with Tony Boswick.
Get in touch.
Got me on the phone for over an hour. From England, yeah, then, with me
paying.
He remembered the time that he and your dad and I got drunk at Towbridge after
the Schweinfurt raid, and we stole a pig from a nunnery.
We took it back to the field, fed him eight boxes of prunes, and locked him in
General Baxter's office.
Overnight.
Well, the next morning, that office was...
Well, I guess you had to be there.
When's the Boswick charter flight in Olivia?
Every Friday.
He's going to have his engineer call in sick at the last second, and I'll
replace him. But you can only pull it off once. More than that, and Olivia's
going to get suspicious.
Once is all we'll need.
Our flight are triply away from Wednesday.
If you come in the Friday after that, that'll give me two days to set things
up.
I'll meet you at 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.
You blame them?
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 to go?
I don't know.
I never hovered into it before.
Hey, thanks, Tom.
Perfect. Anytime, String.
Anytime.
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.
The president used slightly stronger language.
We've got 48 hours to recover Airwolf where 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 III.
Damn, that was a good stake.
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.
Ted 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, Hawk. I told the committee it was the wrong thing to do.
I might have taken it out on her.
You didn't, did you?
I saved it for you.
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 Berger.
Dr. Berger 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, 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.
Batten lovers.
I told you, I only had ten hours.
You have 40,000 francs, a driver's license, girlfriend's photo, love letter
from her, and ten 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're going to know I'm
coming. We don't think they do.
We 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.
So this one appears to be a little more substantial.
You're going to be questioning her?
Eventually.
Perhaps I can be of help.
Miss East, I know her.
Yeah, I'm fine.
What the hell are you doing here?
My job.
That was Angela's job, too.
I know.
The girls said they found her in the desert.
tortured and killed her, the same as he did those other girls at White Sands.
You're right about Moffat. Who 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 going to kill him.
Where's their wolf?
It's at Kaffir.
Knafi's summer palace on the coast.
Mirabelle has an oil pumping station next to it.
Angela arranged papers in a truck for the two of you to get in.
Here's the address.
Guns under the seat.
I'll meet you there by two.
How'd I get from the pumping station to the palace?
Along the beach.
What do you mean, I?
We're in this together.
Well, you're on the next Air Force flight out of here.
Hell, I am.
I can fly, Airwolf, you can't.
Either you're on that flight or I am.
You're not serious.
You're not like the others.
I'm not gonna 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'll go.
Don't come back. I don't know...
I
always come back, Gabrielle.
That's the problem.
Hey, Misty. Oh, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, it's me.
I thought you weren't supposed to be here till Friday.
Oh, then I'll go back.
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 Ted making eyes at some cute
little thing in white who said she was house-sitting for you.
Didn't take a genius to figure out what happened, you know.
How long 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.
He always did like to take the back way out of bars.
It's nice to see you too, Dylan.
You think you can get this thing started?
Hey, piece of cake.
You sure are confident.
The keys are in it.
Hey, you know something, Spring?
I could have sworn one of those dancing girls was Gabrielle.
It was.
Oh?
She going out with us?
Get out of this.
Oh.
You know, girls didn't move like that when I was young.
Um, 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... Tom, just
start the car.
Huh? Oh, sure, sure.
Of course, like I was saying,
Greatest thing since peanut butter.
Of course, you hadn't met your mom yet.
Anyway, we had 48 hours before jumping off for Africa and a couple of B-17s we
were ferrying to Rabat when all hell broke loose.
Drop your hand.
Can't see a thing.
Name?
You have my passport.
Name?
Gabrielle Edmure.
Occupation?
God, I don't believe this.
Just answer my question.
I'm a hofer.
A hofer?
Yeah, it's a dancer.
If that is your real name.
You're damn right it's my real name.
We know you are a spy for the firm.
God.
You people, you're really paranoid. Just because I'm American doesn't mean I'm a
spy, okay?
I'm a dancer.
I'm under contract to Mirabel Oil.
I'd like to see someone from the American Embassy now.
There's no American Embassy in Tripoli.
Then I'd like to see someone who'll listen to reason.
Perhaps I can be of some help.
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.
It's funny, isn't it?
All this hot sand and yet you can see the blue waters of the Mediterranean
just a few miles away.
You like a little?
I'd like a little.
A little you shall have.
What the hell is it?
It's a TU-36 Dodger. It's Russian made.
You see those in-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 want to check it out?
Yeah.
So do I.
Italian. I don't speak French.
See, everybody speaks Italian.
Yeah, except me.
If you and St. John had only studied the Italian like I asked you.
But no, you got a hard head, have a boast.
Oh, huh?
You are very
beautiful.
Well, perhaps not at the moment.
The water is so blue, so cool.
Would you like me to take you to it?
We could be there in ten minutes.
But that would be cruel, the...
Where's Dr. Plump?
That's a good one.
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 Captain Ben Moffat.
He said Moffat has that dancer from the Red Castle staked out to a sand dune
somewhere, torturing her.
To what? She's nothing to us.
Well, she is to me.
Of course, there is still time for me to save you.
I mean, you may scar a little, but isn't that better than dying?
Would you like me?
A rajah, Dr. Moffat?
Moffat?
That's right.
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. I started, he says.
Lift your visor.
Give me the chain gun and the ADF pods.
Offensive weapon panels.
Right rear.
Gun to one and two.
Cantina, the worst storage bin.
I didn't see the eagle.
You will.
I thought about you and the eagle one time.
One time.
Gabrielle.
Gabrielle.
No.
She promised me, damn it.
She promised me.
Hello.
Thank you.
so so
Thank you.
Amen.
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 going to do it
my way or you can kiss Airwolf goodbye permanently.
Could we borrow one of your F-14s?
Committee finally saw it my way.
Where'd you hide it, Hawk?
Mountains?
Desert?
At that junkyard Santini calls an airfield?
I knew he was with you in Libya.
Maybe 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.
I'll make a phone call every 24 hours.
I told the committee you'd do something like that.
I told you.
I want Sinjin.
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, Hawk, 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.
It's the only way we're gonna get to use it.
And probably the only way you won't get caught.
There's your ride.
I hope he 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 you.
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