Original subtitles

They have met the enemy, and they are us.

If anybody knows where Sinjin is, I know he was your friend before, but he's gone

bad.

Bo died a group.

Daddy's in the group.

You want to know the truth, Hawk? The crazy, rotten truth?

I know where Sinjin is!

This briefing is from file A56-7W, classified top secret. Subject is

Airwolf, a Mach 1-plus attack helicopter with the most advanced weapon system in

the air today.

It has been hidden somewhere in the western United States by its test pilot,

Stringfellow Hawk.

Hawk has promised to return Airwolf only if we can find his brother, Sinjin, an

MIA in Vietnam.

We suspect that Archangel, deputy director of the agency that built

Airwolf, is secretly helping Hawk in return for Hawk's flying Airwolf on

missions of national concern.

Stringfellow Hawk 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 Hawk 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.

Attention! Attention!

Border violation section 6. Intruder aircraft.

Contact 030 degrees northeast.

Eight miles and closing.

Condition red. Repeat, condition red.

This is Modai.

Set up the gauntlet, kids.

Daddy will be right back with our guest.

And bad luck to us all.

groove and slamming the door.

Raise the gauntlet.

Sucker's still coming in.

Ready to fire in sequence.

Bye, Mark. No, no, cease fire.

This jockey's got guts.

He's mine.

Stay out of this, kids, all of you.

Aerial combat, B.

Not high-tech slaughter.

Come on, kid.

Get out.

Come on.

Yeah.

Deadman, Delaney.

Get down there and make sure he's okay.

Bring him back to the base. We'll wind it down.

We can play POW tomorrow.

Take over.

Yesterday, SICO Logana's North Limbawe Air Force attempted to knock out the

South's new missile sites.

They're a couple of antique Corsairs. The one shortage the North doesn't have

is guts.

But they'll need more than guts to eliminate those missiles.

Inter-range ballistic.

They're not in place yet, but very soon.

How close to ready are those silos?

72 hours.

Our reports indicate that once they are operational... South Limbaue will use

them to attack the north.

And we can't let that happen.

General Ali Bhutami, Soviet trained and educated.

The real power behind South Limbaue's president.

Harold Ngomo.

He's your basic figurehead statesman, but very popular with the people.

Former history professor.

Nice guy with a Hitler calling the shots.

Siko Logana, North Limbaue's president, and his wife, Leah.

He's been in contact with the... Tell you the truth, honey, politics and

crisis are beginning to bore the hell out of me.

Yeah, Dominic's right.

He's just setting us up for the big pitch. Sure.

The good guys in the North are on the side of apple pie and baseball, and the

bad guys in the South... Are sipping vodka.

Waiting to push all the wrong buttons.

I haven't asked you to do anything.

Oh, don't bother.

Because the answer is no.

I haven't asked because I didn't think it'd be necessary once you saw this

photograph. Taken last week.

The commanding officer of General Butami's Mercenary Helicopter Corps.

It's Colonel Vidor.

Marty Vidor.

Colonel Martin James Vidor, to be precise.

Your commanding officer in Southeast Asia.

Calls himself bow-dye-thumb nowadays.

Thought he was dead for sure.

He went down in some heavy ground fire.

Yes, he did.

In the same operation as my brother.

If anybody knows where Sinjin is...

Well, there's not enough to go around, Delaney, and I outrank you.

There ain't no rank in this outfit, Reed. Well, I'm pulling rank.

Come on!

Nice play.

Lighten up, Reed.

It's a party.

You too, sir.

Okay.

You're right, ma'am.

Shot to hell.

Not a drop of blood showing.

That's not bad, eh, Mama?

Right. Maybe I should write my memoirs, huh, Mama?

What do you think? The Nine Lives of Marty Vidor.

Professional soldier.

Leader of... men.

Killer of brave... brave kids.

High-tech slaughter.

Pure aerial combat.

Me against somebody as good as... As

good as me.

12 o'clock high.

Got him.

That's Bodai's plane.

All the better.

I'm on your six.

Bodai's mine. Stay out of it.

One on one. That's what it's all about.

Hey, String, what's this Bodai Thung business, the name that Vidor's calling

himself? Bodai Thung was a North Vietnamese flyer. Colonel shot him down.

Colonel's chopper against his MiG.

Head on.

Head on?

Another request from West Germany.

They want to establish a trade mission in the capital.

What else do they want?

Agreements on imports, exports.

That's another name for oil.

Well, that makes six contenders.

The Russians, the Japanese, West Germany, the French, and now, of course,

the Americans.

Oh, it's amazing how much they can love you when you have something that they

want. And South Limbaugh we wanted most of all. Speaking of which, where is this

miracle worker from Archangel?

He's late. It's a long trip.

He'll be here.

No doubt.

Mercenaries are very dependable when money's involved.

Leah, I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

Using outside forces for an African problem.

It makes us no different in the South than Butami's white killers.

Yes, but... I don't like the idea of leaving your guard behind.

Butami has tried to kill you twice in his many months.

You must understand, my dear.

Less eyes to see and less mouths to inform.

And these, of course, are machine guns, cannons.

But I ask you, Mr. President, is she a beauty or is she a beauty?

And look at those lines.

Yes, Mr. Santini, it's very aesthetic, I'm sure, but can the aircraft do

everything you say it can?

Absolutely, sir.

May I ask you, sir, how much is the firm paying you and Mr. Hawks for helping we

poor natives?

We're here because, well, it's not costing you.

Isn't it?

So, Mr.

Hawk is what you would call a seat-of-the-pants flyer, Mr. Santini.

Well, that's right, ma'am. I guess he is.

He's also my best friend.

And if nothing else, Mr. Hawk is a very lucky man.

She may look big, Mr. President, but this lady's actually very light on her

feet. Right, Dom?

Come on, give me a hand. Right this way, sir.

Right here at the tail section, please.

Is there something to matter, Mr. Hawk?

Yes, sir, Mr. President.

Absolutely.

Stay behind the tail, please.

We'll stay right here.

Mr. Hawk, please, what are you... Just getting ready for the next

demonstration. Why don't we stand up against this tail, Ronita, huh?

There we go.

He's out of range.

We'll never catch him now.

Pretty fast on his feet.

Fast on his feet.

Of course.

It must be his natural rhythm.

Insensitive to pain.

I'll be at Airwolf.

Time to get out of here.

Oh, sicko.

You may as well have called him a racist.

I thought I did. Leah?

I say what I feel when I feel it. We're here to help you, sir.

You need our... We don't need your kind of help.

You're right.

None of us need the wrong type of help. Mr. Santini, please.

Now, Mr. Hawk is right.

It is time for us to leave.

But we'll split up. Now, Leah, you will go with Mr. Santini.

I will accompany Mr. Hawk to the location as we discussed before.

We both will meet in a couple of hours.

Sekou, kiss me.

Mr. Santini, take good care of her.

She is Limbaugh's only crown jewel.

Take care of yourself, Seiko.

I will let Mr.

Hawke handle that chore.

I accept.

Never mind accepting it.

Slow down. Slow down, please.

I did say you wanted to see Airwolf 2 Mach 1.

Yes. I've seen it now.

I've seen it, I've felt it, and I've had enough of it.

Slow down.

Slow down.

My apology is accepted.

So, now that we have put this aircraft through its paces, I think it's best we

proceed to our destination.

It would be a little embarrassing if my wife arrived here before we did, don't

you think?

For the last three years, General Butami, you have dominated the

office of president with your advice and your views.

I must take responsibility for that.

And for the fact that what President Lagana has accused us of is true.

I knew about the attack you're planning.

I swore an oath to protect my country.

I've done nothing to betray that oath. The offensive I've arranged is

absolutely foolproof.

How can war be foolproof if it takes a fool to start one, General? They started

this war.

There will be no war.

I will call a special session of Congress. There's not enough time, sir.

The attack will take place.

You were very useful when we needed the missiles.

But now, if you reveal our plan, the North will be alert.

So, I think it would be best if you remained here as

our guest.

Wait a minute. Sergeant!

No stomach for change, Colonel?

Where's the officer for hire?

Oh, he's still here, General.

My stomach is none of your concern.

Escort!

N'Gomo, to the guest quarters.

Stay with him.

You almost helped him, didn't you?

I know it's only a small matter, General, but you could have informed me

that you were about to overthrow the government.

Yes, well...

I was inspired.

Opportunity of the moment.

Are you questioning my authority to be inspired, Colonel?

I never question anything that comes from the barrel of a gun.

Or a bottle.

Eh, Colonel?

The country needs us now more than ever.

Don't fail me, Bidul.

Perish the thought, General.

I'm returning to the missile site.

Your helicopter corps will be at maneuvers?

Yes, as planned.

We need to get practice for the boys. Tomorrow's the big show.

I'll see you soon, Mr. President.

What?

Oh.

Oh, yes.

By the way...

Did I tell you I managed to talk our Eastern Bloc friends into testing their

new nerve gas?

It's been incorporated into the missile warheads, even as we speak.

Excellent idea, eh? Oh, yes. Excellent.

And yet another button for you to push, eh?

Very good.

I like that.

Yes.

Indeed.

This service road leads directly to the border.

Ten miles on the other side is the base from which Colonel Bodai and his

helicopter will attack us.

Unless you can stop them.

Well, I'll give it a try.

I think I need a better guarantee than that.

Mr. President, guarantees come with washing machines.

Well, yes, I understand.

But I think I would feel much better if my own man was flying Airwolf.

If you had one that could.

Or if I had my own Airwolf.

I could take it, if I wanted to.

You and who else?

Tell them to stop.

Why should I do that?

This is a detonating device.

Electronic. I press this button, the airwolf goes up.

Mr. Hawk, these men are here to guard us and to protect your precious airwolf.

Your detonator?

Well,

just let that old bad side out, Dom.

What bad side?

I don't have any bad side. I mean, I'm a nice guy.

Although I do have kind of a bad temper.

B-Daw's field is just ahead.

Hey, but I got something else, String. A few miles south, the sonic sensors are

reacting.

Someone's dropping heavy ordnance.

Practice.

The colonel always believed in staying sharp.

Uh-huh.

And I believe in staying alive, String. So don't even think what I know you're

thinking of.

It was lousy, boys.

Very lousy.

Just one hit.

All right, guys, let's make another run.

Radar says they've got a contact.

Jet, supersonic.

Captain Hawk reporting.

A little present for the Colonel.

Yeah, I see it.

I just don't believe it.

You're not the type for this kind of business.

And you are.

I've been working at it.

I know.

That's why I'm here.

I want a piece of the action.

Okay, you got it.

It's good to see you, Hawk.

Boys, this is Captain Hawk.

The second best chopper pilot in the world.

Let's get a drink.

Ice.

Hard to come by down here.

You earn it.

Sometimes.

We definitely earned our perks in Nam, didn't we?

That's for sure.

What do you know of Sinjin?

Wasn't he repatriated?

Still an MIA.

I thought you might know something. You went down with him.

Well, I saw a ship go down, but then I took that Sam in the aft rotor.

Down I went, right into the arms of the North Vietnamese People's Army.

I never saw Sinjin.

Remember the day we brought old Bodai down, huh?

What do you mean, we?

You told us all to stay out of it.

I was just an observer.

Uh-huh.

I wish I had 50 observers like you.

Old Bodai Thung could not believe anyone would go right at him like that.

Least of all an imperialistic Yankee.

He paid for it.

Yeah, he did.

I'm glad I could go down and pick up his helmet, though.

It's a good reminder.

How come you never went home?

The squadron was my home.

And America had no war.

Besides, I kind of like the idea of being dead.

Starting over.

New chance.

I came down to Limbawi during the war, and I've been here ever since.

It pays well.

What about you?

Well, for starters, nothing paid well.

What's going on out there?

Firing squad.

Former president of this embattled country.

Does that bother you, Captain?

This isn't the good old U.S. of A., you know.

North and South Nimbawi are emerging countries.

And birth is never an easy process.

Death is always a hell of a lot easier.

Well, answer my question. Does that out there bother you?

I came for the money.

I don't buy that for a second.

I know you, remember?

And I know you.

There's still time.

Time for what?

There is no time, Captain.

No time at all.

Now, you tell me why I should risk what I've got here for you.

I can score big here, get out of the business. Listen, tomorrow's not gonna

be any different for either of us.

It's just a matter of who we're doing it for and why.

My faith's restored, Colonel.

I should have known you'd see through these recruits and take action.

Yeah, but we all have our moments of doubt.

General, why waste a perfectly good firing squad on just one traitor?

Excellent idea.

I won't

miss tomorrow.

Up there.

I won't fight you. Oh, yeah, you will. You won't have any choice.

Now get out of here.

Take Nagama with you.

Move!

Get him in that ship.

Get it started.

Okay, Dom, I got it. You got snuff in your head.

I'm okay.

Don't worry, General.

A soldier for hire will take care of everything.

Shame they got the president, though.

Okay, kiddies, nothing changes.

All we gotta do is get that high-tech, slick Fox, blow it out of the air, then

Batami can...

And tomorrow we all get our big fat bonuses.

I have really trained you well, haven't I?

never dishonest.

Politically, I'm opposed to you.

That does not mean I wish to face you with a weapon.

Then perhaps I'm dealing with a coward.

It was not I who was willing to sacrifice his wife for peace.

I want no one to die.

Guns do not bring peace.

They bring bigger guns, such as your monster helicopter.

One machine, two men against your helicopter force?

I would order them out of the country immediately if I could be sure they're

not needed.

Welcome back to the world of the living.

Is the bullet still in there?

No, passed through.

You're lucky.

How do you feel, eh?

How do I look?

Like you've been shot, lost a lot of blood and have a raging fever.

That's just what I feel like.

What's going on in there?

Politics. It was quite a shock when President N'Gumo stepped out of Airwolf.

For the first time since I've known him, Seko was at a loss for words.

Sounds like you got his words back with a vengeance.

He's a great leader.

Maybe so.

How is he in the human being department?

I'll tell him you've regained consciousness.

and the use of your tongue.

I'm sorry.

I'm feeling better.

That's what Seko would say, and neither one of you are good liars.

Did my husband apologize to you?

Yes. You see, he is a leader and a human being.

I really do feel better.

Well, laughter's supposed to do that, you know.

And tears?

Yes.

Laughter and tears both.

You and I should live a long time mr.

Hawk

Glad

to see you up with about Hawk

well President Nagoma has agreed to form a coalition government with me

But we need your help leave you don't mind. Oh, of course not secco

Seco, it's wonderful.

For the first time, this country could really be united.

Ah, my dear.

With a slight matter of a ward, it must be stopped.

Sir.

Seco, how long you been standing there?

A little too long, I'm afraid.

But something very interesting happened.

What's that?

I saw my wife with another man.

A white man.

But instead of getting angry, I put myself inside both your skins.

And I knew then that as you, Hawk, I was too much of a man to betray a friend.

And as you, my dearest love, I knew that I loved Chico too much.

Now, how's that for ego, huh?

Now,

now, now, now.

Remember, we must be heroes and stop this war.

Hey, how you feeling? I'll live.

That's debatable.

I've got to get those missiles.

Now. And Vidor?

What are you going to do about the colonel?

String, I know he was your friend before, but he's gone bad.

All these years doing these kind of things.

Man, he's sick inside.

I've seen him like that before.

Their guts twisted like, like barbed wire.

Every day it twists a little tighter, tighter.

That's his gunship.

It's an old knob trick.

We're across the demarcation line. He's still ahead of us.

Pretty as you please. Play.

He wants us to catch up with him.

And then he'll play his wild card.

I know.

Well? Well, what?

Nothing.

3,000 meters and closing.

Low hills. Nothing else under scope yet.

Ten seconds from gauntlet.

And here comes another sucker.

I'll read. I'm the sucker.

And so are you.

Mode I to group.

Daddy's in the groove.

Stand by.

He's just about past those hills, picking up speed.

Ambush time.

No doubt about it.

Raise the gauntlet, kids.

And aim straight at any slam in the door.

General Batami.

Tell me here.

This is where you get your money's worth, sweetheart.

With interest.

much for the butt butchers right hawk try to set her down colonel that's no

use it's gone on too long anyway games all games

playing soldier of fortune playing you it's crazy

you want to know the truth hawk the crazy rotten truth

Vidor was insane, damn it. The man didn't know anything about Sinjin.

What's your evidence?

Me. You.

Yes. I'd rather believe I led you into all this knowing Vidor had no

information than to think that we might have lost a clue that would finally and

irrevocably get you off my back.

See ya.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I came here to give you your unofficial report on Mbawe.

Oh, just what we need.

The coalition government is still holding very well, especially since the

death of Butami.

Siko and Ngomo are even friends, in a manner of speaking.

And Mrs. Lagana?

Oh, she's, uh, fine.

National heroine.

She sends her love.

And this.

Well, here's to Mrs. Leah Logana.

All those that survived and those that didn't.