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Can't we go up just a little? I can't. The rest of something is 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 Hawk is flying Airwolf into a trap.

Hawk doesn't know the odds.

Oh, my God!

Oh, please!

No!

You may be his only hope for escape.

So do 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.

Morella 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 Rostov's codename... 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 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?

Natalia and Tanya Rostov.

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.

It'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 fire 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.

Rostov is no ordinary agent.

On his first assignment, he was decorated for saving the life of a

fellow agent when the mission went sour.

Morella.

That agent's name is Michael Colesmith Briggs III, codenamed... Archangel.

That has nothing to do with it.

Of course not.

Will you take the mission?

The third, huh?

I wouldn't throw stones, string fellow.

Sir, could I play devil's advocate for a moment? I encourage it.

Well, some of our sister agencies suspect that we're in liaison with Hawk

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.

One, 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 it.

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...

Dammit, Mirella. What's the bottom line?

The odds are 50-50.

That Hawk is flying Airwolf into a trap.

It's the stupidest plan I ever heard.

Some ruski out hopping bear with a bow and arrow could bring us down. You

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.

Thank you.

Ten 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 going to lose ten bucks.

Captain, I... I have 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?

No.

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?

How 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 bogeys. Angel 30 closing past on the 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.

Altitude.

Angel's 30.

I'm absorbing 90% of their radar scan.

They're maintaining altitude.

Heading northeast.

Hey, I don't think they spotted a string.

Ooh, when the sun goes down here, it really goes down, huh?

Well, it comes up just as fast.

We've got about eight hours this time of year.

Three in, three out, and two to pick Moses up.

Uh-uh.

Maybe less.

Those MiGs are descending and coming back.

Now, why would they do a thing like that?

Well, Dom, they might have smarted 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 will pick us up on radar.

It's better than the little pieces.

Oh, String, this is nuts.

Is Mick's gone?

They're 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 mix are gone, can we go up just a little?

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

Think.

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 am five miles out over the main gate.

Request a Jericho approach to the pad.

Angel One, Knightsbridge. Approach approved.

You are clear to land.

According to the computer, we're within 10 kilometers of the cabin.

No, wait.

You better slow down. We're 4, 3, 2, 1.

Tring, I got a heat source at 3 o'clock, 100 meters out. Could be human.

Hit the lights.

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?

Little older, but it's him.

You got any other heat sources?

That's too bad.

Why, you looking for trouble?

No, but if Rostov's bringing his family out, there ought to be two other heat

sources somewhere in this area.

Rostov?

I came to take you home, Moses.

I thought you were Soviet military.

Why, are they hunting you?

I must assume so.

I may have deduced by now it was no accident.

What?

I've been without sleep for three days.

My thinking's a bit muddled.

I stole a biological weapon and 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 worse for wear.

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's your family?

They're waiting at Kirovitz, 200 kilometers east of here. Hey, I'm not

running a shuttle bus service.

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.

He would separate a man from his family?

If I had to.

Yes.

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

It's incredible.

Mach 1+. 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. Ha ha, we wish.

We had to strip the guns to... Tom.

Huh?

Have you got that readout of Kirivism?

Of course.

You had to trade weight for fuel.

You have nothing to shoot with, do you?

Well, I always save a little something.

Kirovitz.

Agri-community, 1200 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 Kirovitz.

It's got to have more security than Fort Knox.

Those missiles were removed three months ago.

The 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.

And the computer's wrong.

Archangel gave us the latest tapes of this mission.

And there's obviously an intelligence lag.

from the farmhouse.

10,000 meters.

Amazing.

I count five people.

My family and Turgiev'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 going to do whatever you're going to do, no matter

what I think. So why are you asking me what I think?

Hey, sorry.

There's a missile silo a mile to the west and another a mile and a half

south. They're both connected to the roads in front of the farm. As I said,

they're empty, so you can take your pick.

Dom?

Well, let's see. I 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.

Okay.

Come on, come on.

What are you doing?

Nice, huh?

Chergiev has a great voice. He used to sing in the army choir.

Catchy, where have I heard that before?

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

A song of the revolution.

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?

Turgayev's in the local militia. They must be his friends.

Oh, really?

Probably on a routine patrol, checking the empty missile silos.

The 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. Hawk.

Hey.

Shoot me, you lose the serum.

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.

The satellite was launched at 1200 Zulu time from their space center at

Biakonur.

Orbit? North-south elliptical covering England, France, Italy, Greece. 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 communications section.

Increased radio traffic on KGB frequencies throughout the Central

Urals.

Specifically in this Flerdlofsk area.

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

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 steps of Russia long before Shakespeare was born.

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, 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, I was with a Russian girl.

I am American by birth and political conviction.

My heart and soul is Russian.

What a wonderful voice, brother.

Volodya.

Volodya, what are you doing here, Volodya?

Natasha said that you're stuck in the research center.

What is it?

I came to say goodbye.

My son is a traitor.

Traitor!

Hey, enough of this.

Rostov, 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.

Pardonnez-moi.

Yes, yes.

Как-то мог.

If you speak English, speak English. Niet!

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 going to be shot.

Niet. Da.

Что он говорит?

Что если я останусь, я буду убит.

А я хочу быть на передовой.

My brother does not speak English.

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

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 you don't start speaking English, I'm going to

spank your butt.

Stop it, Tanya.

I'm doing what I feel I must.

Not for America, for people.

Russians and Americans.

By betraying our country.

It's not a simple matter of betrayal.

It seems simple to me.

It's because you're 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

cost me my life.

I suppose it's just a 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.

On the count of three, douse that light.

And you get that lamp. And then hide behind that stove.

You ready?

Done. One.

Two.

Don't shoot!

If my reflexes were just a little faster, you'd have been a dead bunny.

I was counting on that.

Turgayev? He's okay.

Took off toward the road, I think.

What is it? Get down!

trying to kill us.

Yeah, you couldn't prove it by me.

Now he's shooting high.

Well, we're trying to keep his pin down till I get ground support.

I'll have to decoy him to get out of here.

And we'll do it if you'll get my family out.

Obama, no!

We will not go without you.

Hey, Moses, I don't know what they're saying, but it sounds like no to

me.

I'm not going to 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?

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 it. Oh, no, no.

Thank you. No.

Oh, not yet, please, Marilla.

I want to 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.

Hawk was supposed 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 1,000 to 1 against it. Probably higher.

But we've got one thing going for us.

Hawk doesn't know the odds.

He must hate me.

Who? T'Gav?

Nah.

Not the way he greeted you last night.

Oh, he may be hurt and angry.

At a 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. You'll remember.

You're a philosopher, Mr. Santini.

Me?

Nah.

And I've just lived a little.

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?

Hawk?

Of course.

Did what he had to do. Get the serum back.

Well, you don't know Hawk.

I'm going to teach you to sit up there and make life miserable.

Max!

Thank you.

I still can't figure Sergeant Ambrusco.

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 Tim Brusco say so?

I don't know.

Something's wrong.

This is the first flight he's missed since... Captain Nuzzo, I have an

aircraft approaching for a hookup.

Same bet.

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.

What?

0600 Zulu. Aircraft link up with refueling tanker Tango over the

Norwegian basin 0547 confirmed.

Huck did it!

Try to control yourself.

Yes, sir.

Acting like a trainee on her first mission instead of... Woo! He did it!

All right.

I haven't had a lupa 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 you used to make for Christmas with

pasta and little meatballs.

I never heard of that.

Oh?

Well, maybe that was Ling Su's mom. They were Chinese, you know.

So, uh... Tell me, Mr. Rostov, what was Michael like in the early days?

Early days?

Make me sound ancient.

Michael, you do look a little of the worst for wear.

All earned in the line of duty.

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?

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's asking you to, Tonya.

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 and Americanize you.

That's only natural.

You might even find out some things about this country you like.

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.

. . .

Oh.