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My apologies for interrupting your current programming.

Recognize my actions as those of a savior who face the consequences.

The freighter is carrying atomic waste from Japanese nuclear plants. An attempt

must be made to board the freighter and disarm the firing mechanism. And we get

the job.

Sinjin, what's wrong? You okay?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, come on, lighten up.

So we've had a couple of rough missions lately. What, you gonna throw in the

towel?

Oh, three sevens.

No, it's not that.

I've just been laying my life on the line too long.

I've had it.

Sounds as if you need a break.

Yeah, a permanent break.

Three aces.

Four aces.

I call.

You lose.

Chuck, get another round on rivers here, please.

Chuck, what is it? My face?

Come on, tell me.

Okay, hang on a second. One more game, and if I win, you don't quit.

I'm not sure I can cover that bet.

Come on, try.

Apologies for interrupting your current programming.

But I have a message of vital importance for all of you.

For the basketball game, Granger.

Catch this.

Mankind is in great peril.

That peril is disease.

Contagious afflictions of the body.

The ultimate...

Absurdity exists when a healthy individual must isolate himself from all

human contact simply to stay healthy and avoid illness.

This is wrong.

This is cruel. This is foolish.

In reality, it should and must be the other way around.

I am, therefore, directing all nations of the world to establish isolated

communities and to begin immediately deporting those

with diseases to these colonies.

I would advise all those in power to watch the following very carefully.

It will become apparent why you have no.

You notice now that all nations must begin deportation of diseased citizens

within 48 hours or face the consequences.

My name is Mal Duke.

I know that in the future you will thank me and recognize my actions as those

of a savior.

Watch the following very carefully.

It will become apparent why you have no option but to obey.

That little number was electronically backdoored through every television

channel known to man.

That's almost impossible, isn't it?

Not with very advanced technology.

It appears this Malduke has put up a private broadcast satellite into orbit.

Those photographs indicate it also has surveillance capacity.

A spy in the sky, huh?

As good, if not better, than anything we or the Soviets have up there.

The National Security Council and the Pentagon is in a panic over it.

What's the story on the freighter?

It's obviously adrift and the crew dead.

It's a Liberian freighter, the Trident Queen, just out of Yokohama. It

mysteriously broke contact with another vessel just north of Wake Island.

We don't know why, but the Japanese are in a cold sweat over it. They've

requested our cooperation on sweeping for it.

Who the hell is this Malduke?

Well, he's obviously powerful and dangerous.

The rest is a mystery.

Search 1, this is weight control.

We make a radar target estimated 5 miles from you on vector 089er.

That's affirmative, weight control.

Search 1 going to 089er.

Weight control, I'm coming under fire.

Gear is like tracer of some kind.

I believe we'll do a complete blood transfer this afternoon.

You feel up to it?

To the contrary, Benoff.

It stimulates me.

The sonic laser defense system has successfully destroyed the approaching

target.

Good. Shall I have our people open direct communications with world

leaders?

Queen to Knight 7B.

Tracer?

Likely at that range.

Any guesses on the tracking mechanism, Jason?

Could be radar aiming and guidance, so approach with caution.

Now, Duke, there's another target approaching the freighter.

Only a fool bumps his head against the same wall twice.

Got it.

Six miles and closing.

High frequency emissions.

Lasers? My suggestion is that we take evasive action immediately.

Jam the radar aiming system on that baby.

Got to charge everything in the bus but it's not working.

Maybe it's not radar guided.

Get it again before it's bright.

Not tracking our form, it might be going on sound.

Worth a try.

Going to whisper mode.

The approaching target has disarmed the sonic guidance.

Put the satellite image on my monitor.

Closer.

Must be some top secret weapon.

It's only two miles from the freighter.

Scan the radio frequency.

Put me in direct contact with the pilots.

Two miles and closing.

Let's get a good look at this thing.

Stop immediately.

Come no closer to the freighter. It is rigged with explosives and will be

detonated if you don't obey.

Bluff?

We'll hover in position and keep him talking. In the meantime, open up a

second frequency to Jason.

Malduke?

I got Jason.

Jason, can you track the transmission to its source?

Keep him on the air, Ascension.

Malduke, this is Ascension Hawk.

There appears to be no one alive on that freighter.

If you don't blow it up, maybe we will.

I would urge against such a move, Mr. Hawk. The freighter is carrying atomic

waste from Japanese nuclear plants.

If detonated, it would destroy all life in the Pacific Basin.

You do understand.

to destroy all animal and plant life.

The Pacific Basin generates a major portion of the world's oxygen supply.

It's one hell of a piece of leverage, if it's true.

Any luck tracking his transmission, Jason?

He's on a satellite down arm.

Could be transmitting from any point on the globe.

Oh, my God.

I ran a computation on the orbital track of Malduke's satellite.

It's close enough to read your altimeter.

Do not return to base.

Go into a holding pattern.

Do you copy?

I copy.

Thanks for the warning.

It will be out of observing distance in about 20 minutes.

Understood.

Target is maintaining a pattern, Maljuke. They must know we're tracking

them.

Well, we've confirmed the worst.

The Trident Queen is packed to the load line with atomic slag.

Terrific. We can't approach him and we can't locate his operations center.

We've convinced a number of countries to cooperate in giving the appearance of

carrying out Malduke's orders.

At any rate, we're buying time.

Yeah, so what do we do now? Just sit on our thumbs and wait?

Think I better plan?

Tragedy struck earlier today when the Foreign Minister of the Republic of San

Marios died in a spectacular explosion en route to a summit conference.

More information has just come in on the destruction of this peace delegation on

its way to oversee treaty negotiations in the Mideast.

An appalling act of terrorism has struck the Prime Minister's special committee

investigating the threats perpetrated by the madman who calls himself Baldu.

I trust those who replace them will be more cooperative.

Isn't there anything else on?

I'm really getting sick and tired of watching the same miniseries on every

station. Cool it, guys. I'm getting something.

Put it on the speakers, Jeff.

I have no wish to have conversation with you.

I merely wish to speak about the threat of disease and the soundness of my

master plan.

Wait a minute.

This isn't a satellite transmission.

It's coming in terrestrial.

Can you pinpoint the location?

San Francisco Bay area.

The healthy cannot share their society with the sick and the weak.

It makes sense to isolate those afflicted into colonies.

Got it yet?

Yeah.

2.3 miles ahead.

Heading 173.

I don't like the feel of this.

I'm with you.

I'm moving closer for a scan.

Right.

Transmitter zero, right?

Then what appears to be a... Aw,

damn it, singe it!

Airman with laser out.

You fix it?

I'll try.

Wait a minute.

Call in our knights to Bishop III.

Death!

How you coming, Mike?

Got three possible hospitals coming up to meet us.

Try this now.

Let's go honey.

Patch me into the pilot visually.

Well done, Mr. Hawk. But you are running out of time.

We're just getting started, Malduke.

You're next.

Be warned.

If I see that machine of yours in the air again, I will detonate the Triton

Queen. Now this is final, Mr. Hawk.

What's all this about, Jason?

The National Security Council met in an emergency session a few hours ago.

They decided that an attempt must be made to board the freighter and disarm

the firing mechanisms.

And we get the job.

Yeah.

Joe, you got the weather facts update for tonight?

Right.

Heavy cloud cover over most of the North Pacific.

Clearing around 2,300 hours.

That'll hide you from Malduke's satellite for the run-in. And then what?

Then you lose your cloud cover.

You'll have to board the freighter in the dark when the satellite's on the far

side of the Earth.

How long do we have?

30 minutes to locate and disarm the firing devices.

After that, his satellite will probably pinpoint you.

So if you don't disarm the explosives within 30 minutes...

We get one noisy Vikings funeral.

Any options, Jason?

I'm afraid not.

This, uh, disc contains all we know on existing triggering devices.

It'll, uh, supplement what you already know, Senor.

Joe, uh, load it on Airwolf's onboard computers.

Wish to hell there was another choice.

Let's finish the repairs, Mike.

Right.

I find no trace of this helicopter.

Continue scanning.

I want the location of its base.

Very well, Maljuk.

Our scanning capability is

limited. The cloud covers nine tenths of the entire western seaboard.

You're showing a slight pulse increase.

Hey, lighten up, Jo.

We've come through worse than this.

Sure we have.

Just get through this one, okay?

Maintain absolute radio silence once you're off the ground.

We want Mal Duke tracking your signal.

You, uh, ready to rock steady?

When this is all over, you and I are going to have a long talk about a

company retirement plan.

Mine.

It's okay, kiddo.

You're the best.

Don't forget it.

I won't.

Just keep the coffee hot.

Let's go get him.

It's a good-sized freighter. I'm not going to have time to cover it all.

All right, so what's the best bet?

Well, for maximum effect, the charges and detonator would probably be placed

midships, somewhere in the upper decks.

It's a gamble, but that's where I'd put it.

A gamble?

What's the odds?

Don't ask.

Do not receive a response immediately. I will detonate the freighter.

Respond on this channel immediately, Hawk. Repeat, immediately.

But we can't ignore that.

We'll have to make it fast.

He might trace the signal.

Malduke, this is Hawk's superior officer.

He was injured in aerial combat with your people yesterday.

You will send for him now.

He's under heavy sedation and the hospital is some distance away.

You have 20 minutes to get him to a radio.

There she is, eight miles dead ahead.

Better put her on whisper mode before that laser system picks us up.

Whisper mode engaged.

Coming up.

Booby traps.

Drip wires on the deck and in the corridors.

Satellite's behind the horizon line.

She's all yours, Mike.

Have her in position and keep the wrist monitor open.

Is that a quick whistle or a bad whistle?

I don't know yet.

There's explosives everywhere.

I'm gonna trace the wiring now.

I'll put you through now, Melty.

We should have heard from them by now.

If I do not receive a communication from St. John Hawk in five minutes, I will

detonate the freighter.

The satellite will be in range in ten minutes.

How's it coming, sir?

I found the triggering device.

The Weissman system.

Shoot it up on the screen and catch it through.

Now the hard part.

We got no choice We're gonna buy I sent you that Mike more time

what's raising

Sinjin Hawk is being brought to a radio now, but you must give us a few more

minutes.

Trace the location of the signal.

This is not acceptable. Why is it taking so long?

He's coming by ambulance. We expect it to arrive any minute.

Why can a radio not be brought to him?

Send in the red wire Starting on the red wire now

Satellite will have us with you in five minutes 30 seconds.

Damn it. I need more time.

I Promise you Melton you will hear from Sinjin Hawk any minute now.

I have the signal traced

Is it near an air base?

In the middle of the desert.

Quickly, detonate the freighter.

What? Don't you see?

It must be the secret base of this helicopter.

If they're taking the risk of staying on the air long enough to be traced, the

helicopter's not there.

Detonate the freighter, now!

Sinjin, what's wrong? You okay?

Sinjin!

What does that mean?

We're luckier than hell.

Someone hit the trigger just as I cut the wire.

You're damn right it was.

That's it.

I'm getting out. The next thing I pull the plug on is going to be the company.

You mean it?

Watch me.

Mel Duke.

The satellite has the freighter in view.

What are you talking about? You detonated the freighter already.

They must have disarmed the trigger

Prepare

our team for departure.

We have one more move to play

Lady to base.

Lady to base.

Base here, Sergeant.

Mission accomplished, Jason.

I've raised the authorities on Wake Island.

They're on their way.

Well done, gentlemen.

I'll pass the word upstairs.

Lady out.

Good morning, my friends.

Yes, we tracked your transmission.

Please, sleep again.

You won't be waiting much longer.

Not in this world, I can assure you.

Make your escape now.

You are remaining, Malduke?

I have no desire to live in a world that is contaminated.

Go.

We have.

Excellent seeds for the fine lad.

My men have rigged a network of lasers up there.

When your singent hawk turns and breaks the beam, there

will be a very large explosion.

A mountain will bury us for eternity.

Fine gravestone, don't you think?

Which of you is Hawk?

I'm Hawk.

Ah, yes.

You were a formidable opponent.

But now, all I wish is an appropriate finale.

For all of us.

Get rid of those guns, Mr. Hawk.

You bore me.

We ran a thermal scan and only picked up two lifeblobs in the inside.

Malduke blended in with the equipment.

Lucky you two didn't bring Airwolf in or we'd be history.

Uh, luck had nothing to do with that.

Malduke walked in. I switched on the radio transmitter.

I never got a chance to tell you before they gagged us.

You were on the air entertainment all the way in here.

Well, that's the end of Malduke.

Not my friends.

Thank you.