All language subtitles for Airwolf S04E06 - A Piece of Cake-eng

I will not rest

until my grandson is with
me, where he belongs!

What am I supposed to do,
shoot down a chopper?

You'll do whatever
is necessary.

The boy and his friends go out to
the woods, and nobody comes back.

Coming through!

Carlos, the bridge won't
hold the weight.

(GUNSHOT)

Mike!

I've got a visual.

Locking infrared scan.

Looking good.
He hasn't got a clue we're on his tail.

We could track a jackrabbit
with heartburn with this thing.

Check with Jo. Make sure the
digital modem is patched in

before we send the data.

Good idea.

About to proceed with
digital infrared modem...

Link test.

(READING)

Very funny, Mike.

(TYPING)

(SIGHING)
That ought to do it.

Double link.

Start sending now.

JO: All right. Specifications
entered and receiving visuals.

Good job, guys.

Piece of cake, my eye.

Repo! Repo! You've got an
unidentified bogey on your tail.

Acknowledge.
(BEEPING)

Uh-oh. I think
he's onto us.

(BEEPING)

Oh, you stupid...

PILOT OVER RADIO: You're in restricted airspace.
Indentify yourself.

Does this guy really think we're
gonna tell him who we are?

Give me turbo, Mike.

You got it.
Locked and ready.

Sorry, pal.

(BIDDING FAREWELL IN SPANISH)

We've lost the connection
with Jo.

SAINT JOHN: Then patch
through the phone.

Good idea.

(CLATTERS)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Who's there?

Santini Air.

MIKE: How's it going,
Watson?

Oh, Mike,
forget the computer.

I think I've got company.

Hang on, I think I caught a rat.
(BOBBY GROANING)

JO: All right!

Hey, get off of me,
lady! Let me go!

Calm down!

Bring the car around.

Over there
in that corner there,

that's where we put
the Christmas tree

the year my son, Roberto,
was confirmed.

Mama was so proud.

Loved this house.

I remember.

These walls hold
many memories.

Not all of them so good.

What is it they say
if walls could talk?

(LAUGHS)
If walls could talk,

I'd have to put out a
contract on this whole house.

(SIGHS) Still, it's tough
to leave, even retirement.

Yeah, that's great!
Just great!

You should be thanking Miss
Santini and Mr. Rivers.

You'd rather be on probation?
Is that what you want?

Well, anything would be better
than playing Daniel Boone

with a bunch of grease-monkeys
I don't even know.

Ah, Bobby's
got a point.

I'll just go back and tell the
judge she made a mistake.

You tell her you'd rather have a
rap sheet at 15 like your father!

Go tell her.

Leave my father
out of this.

I don't know what I'm
going to do with him.

Oh, he's not as bad
as he seems.

Mike's right.

Kids just test whatever
boundaries you put before them.

That's where the
Wilderness Program works.

(BEEPING)

MARCO: The explosives
are armed.

(CHUCKLING)

Safer than traveler's
checks, eh, Marco?

It'll take care of
expenses in Mexico

until the bank arrangements
are completed.

And the boy?

We'll bring him to you
in the morning.

I've waited 12 long
years for this day.

Make it clean.

I'll see to it.

Are you sure
it's safe?

Bobby's never even
been camping.

His father...

Well, his father died
when he was three.

None of these kids
have any experience.

They all learn together.

Teamwork's
half the point.

My keys! I must have
locked them in the car.

JO: I think Bobby has
just solved your problem.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Take him to the woods.

Just don't hold me
responsible

for what he does
to the animals.

(SNORING)

The old man's got a fortune
strapped to his arm,

we could just
go with that.

It's wired, you idiot.

Besides, that's nothing compared
to what we'll get for the kid.

By the way, thanks for
the tie and jacket.

Yeah, I just
got it cleaned.

So, what is all this
stuff anyway?

You've got enough gear here
to storm the Himalayas.

Hey, I'm just
like mustard.

Prepared.

What? You were
never a Boy Scout?

Never. I like my camping private
and peaceful, just me and nature.

And a bottle opener.

That Conrad kid is going
to be a real handful.

You sure you won't
join us, Jason?

What, me in the woods
with those hoods? No way.

Why not? Just because the
girl we're taking along

got arrested for biting the
heads off parking meters?

All I can say is,
good luck.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Hey, guys.

Well, well,
the gang's all here.

Jo Santini,
Saint John Hawke.

Carlos Cervantes.

Hi, Carlos.

What's she?
The stewardess?

Watch your lip, Carlos.
She's the pilot. Thank you.

Dwayne Hicks.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen.
Dwayne Hicks.

Hi, guys,
how are you doing?

Ha! This is
a joke, man.

I don't have to
be here, you know.

Yeah, you could be sitting
in the state pen.

You just shut up, man.

Hey, put a cork in it,
guys. Thank you.

And the beautiful and
talented, Leigh Williams.

JO: Hiya, Leigh.

If I get airsick, it's
going to be your problem.

Charming.

Come on out, Bobby.

Jo, of course,
you know Bobby Conrad.

I like to
call him Chip.

Well, campers,

what say we all just get
ready and go camping.

You really going
to fly that thing?

You bet.

Oh, we're dead meat.
We're dead meat.

Coronado's going
to love this.

(HELICOPTER ENGINE
POWERING UP)

MIKE: Come on.

That means everybody.
Let's go.

DWAYNE: Look,
I don't got to, man.

It's against
my constitutional rights.

You want me to empty
your pockets for you?

Oh, no. Okay, man,
here you go.

BOBBY: So much for the constitution.
MIKE: Yeah.

I better
get this back.

Don't worry.

Plan on mugging
a tree, Carlos?

(EXCLAIMS)

Oh, Uncle Mikey, you're
going to have a swell time.

Yeah.

All right, let's get packed up.
Chopper's waiting.

Come on, you heard him,
let's go.

What are you
waiting for? Go on.

What am I supposed to do,
shoot down a chopper?

You'll do whatever
is necessary.

You listen to me.

I will not rest

until my grandson is with
me, where he belongs!

JO: This is your
stewardess speaking.

Fasten your seatbelts.

MIKE: Have a look
down there, kids.

You're not going to see a
scenery like this in the city.

DWAYNE: Rocks and trees, man.
Big deal.

CARLOS:
Open your eyes, Leigh,

you're missing
all the excitement.

LEIGH: Shut up!

BOBBY: Hey, stewardess, can't
this thing go any faster?

BOBBY: Hey, man,
there's snow down there.

You didn't say
anything about snow.

SAINT JOHN: Don't worry
about it, Bobby.

The trail we're going on
is too cold for skiing.

BOBBY:
You're kidding, right?

I mean, he's kidding,
isn't he?

MIKE: So,
what looks good, Arnie?

I'd say down
Paradise Ridge.

Pretty rough in spots but nothing
these kids can't handle.

ARNIE: Try that
Capilano Trail.

Sounds perfect,
doesn't it?

Let's get this
over with.

Knock it off, Carlos!

Saint John...
Yeah.

See you Sunday
around noon,

bottom of
Paradise Ridge.

If you come back alone,
I'll understand.

Nah.

Okay, let's load up.
(GRUNTS)

According to
the flight plan,

they'll be landing at
the south ranger station

up in Browning State Park.

Perfection.

We can use my old hunting
lodge for a base.

Does he know
he is a Coronado?

If he doesn't,
he soon will.

But if you'll beg my
pardon, Don Coronado,

wouldn't it be best to
wait for them to return?

Marco, don't you see
how ideal this is?

The boy and his friends go out to
the woods, and nobody comes back.

It happens
all the time.

MIKE: So, what do you
think of the Fab Four?

JO: Oh, I don't know.
I think they're coming around.

(COUGHS)

Come on, guys,
we're burning daylight.

Hey, you burn
daylight, man.

I'm burnt out.

You've got lungs you
haven't even used yet.

Come on, we've got to
find shelter before dark.

Shelter from what?

Nothing can live
up here.

Are you kidding me?

Bears love it up here.

They've been following
us for the last mile.

Hello!

Hey, man, there ain't
no bears here.

They've got plenty
of places to hide.

He's just trying
to scare us.

It sure worked
for me.

I'm not scared.

Yeah, me neither.

Hey, I'll race you guys.

Let's get out
of here, man.

(COUGHING)

Okay, so is this
great or what?

Just bury me here, man.

(SIGHS) You'll live.

Just think of it
as a test

to see how much damage those
cigarettes have done to your lungs.

Man, I won't live
to get the results.

(CHUCKLES) Homes.

Speaking of homes,
let's camp over there.

Okay, let's pick up
some firewood, huh?

I don't hear
any voices.

You do it. I could be home
watching the Celtics.

You could be scrubbing toilets
out in the reformatory.

I'll help you.

Atta girl, Leigh.

Let's show these wimps
how it's done.

Now, remember,
booze and broads

are the same as milk and
eggs at the corner store.

It's all a matter of
marketing, you understand?

I'll keep
the operation running.

You'll be proud of me,
Don Coronado.

I know.

But watch your back.

Those animals, they'd
start a war in a week

and take it all down.

There'd be nothing left
for Roberto.

Roberto?

But I'm to be
the new Don!

And you will be until Roberto
is ready to take my place.

But I thought...
Marco, you've been like a son to me.

But Roberto is blood,
my blood.

You will serve him well,
as you have served me.

DWAYNE: Hey, Mike, where's
the beef in this stuff?

MIKE: You're
looking at it.

It's got everything
you need.

Proteins,
carbohydrates, fats.

What, you don't like it?
No!

No thanks, man.
I'd rather drown.

(OWL HOOTING)

Mmm. It's good.

Man, I don't have to
eat this junk.

Then I guess you don't gotta
be all that hungry, huh?

Oh, I want a double cheeseburger
and a strawberry shake.

Oh, and a ton of fries.

It's a long hike back
to the golden arches, guys.

It's not that bad.

All right, finish up,
we'll hit the sack.

We've got a lot of miles
to cover tomorrow morning.

Well, I ain't bunkin'
with the beaner.

Who asked you?

Carlos, you and me.

Dwayne, you and Bobby take one tent.

And, Jo, you and Leigh take
the ladies-only tent, okay?

Right.

Hey, it's empty!

What?

My canteen.

How could you have
finished all your water?

I didn't.
It was almost full.

Hey, it was Dwayne, man.

I never did it, man!
It was you!

It was Bobby.
He lost his on the hike up.

So what's the big deal?
It's only water.

Take a look around.

The big deal, Bobby, is
water's precious, okay?

I mean, you gotta
make it last.

If this was a survival
situation, you'd be dead.

Smooth move, man.

Shut up!
Okay, okay.

That's enough
out of everybody.

Lights out. Let's hustle.
Come on.

I said hustle.

Go on.

Let's clean
this mess up, Jo.

Mmm-hmm.

Gee, this is more fun
than I thought.

(CHUCKLES)

Thanks for spilling
your guts, man.

Look, Bobby, you had
it coming to you.

Yeah, sure,
just blame me.

Everybody always
blames me.

Bobby, why don't you just
shut up and go to sleep?

Hey, you know, I don't have
to hang around for this.

Well, that's fine by me.

Jo, is Mike
your boyfriend?

(LAUGHS) No.
He's just a good friend.

We work together.

Oh.

Does he have
a girlfriend?

(CHUCKLES)

Take a number.

Figures.

(LAUGHS)

Psst! Wake up, wake up!
Carlos! Mike!

Huh?

Bobby just left.
Bobby's gone. He took off.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

What the hell do you think
you're doing out here?

You don't want me
back there, man.

I'm only going to
mess things up again.

You mean,
the water thing?

Yeah, the water thing!

So you screwed up,
so what?

We'll find
more water tomorrow.

You just can't afford to be
careless out here, that's all.

That's it?
I don't get it.

Get what?

Look, I screw up here,

I bust into your hangar
to rip you guys off,

and instead
of nailing me,

you let me
get away with it.

What's the angle, man?

There's no angle.

Let me tell you
a story, Bobby.

When I was your age, I did my share
of screwing up too, you know.

Borrowed a few cars, hung around
with a bunch of tough guys.

Real wrong side of the
tracks kinda stuff.

Then I met this
old World War II pilot

who took me under their wing,
and set me straight.

He taught me to fly in more ways than one.
You know what I mean?

He taught me
to do things right.

To be proud of myself.

Is that true?

Nah. It makes
a great story, huh?

Come on.
Let's get some sleep.

Jeez, it's wet out here.

If one hair on Roberto's
head is harmed,

you will pay
the price.

Understood,
Don Coronado.

I figure it, the old man
should cough up a few mill

to have junior back
undamaged.

I still don't like the idea
of wasting a bunch of kids.

You can cry into your caviar
about it when we're finished.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

SOUZA: Looks like
the weather's closing in.

MAX: Never mind
the weather.

Let's find that kid.

MIKE: Who likes fishing?

I'll bet there's a 10 pound
rainbow trout in that creek.

LEIGH: Who wants
to eat fish?

BOBBY: I caught
a fish once.

CARLOS: Where?
The supermarket?

BOBBY: No, off the pier
with my old man.

CARLOS: You couldn't
catch a cold.

DWAYNE: Hey, man, do we
ever get to go downhill?

MIKE: Once we've crossed
the gorge, yeah.

LEIGH: What's a gorge?

BOBBY:
I think that is.

You're the second party in
two days who's been up here.

I'm not used to
so much attention.

Yeah, well, we're looking for one
of the kids in that hiking party.

Family emergency.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, you're lucky, I know
where they're headed.

Let's see, they ought to be
hitting low ground by now.

Yeah. You won't have
any trouble spotting them

from that access road.

Appreciate
the help, buddy.

Yeah.

Hey, what's the holdup?

(BRIDGE CREAKING)

Oh, God! Oh, God,
I'm going to be sick.

I hate heights.

CARLOS: Go on,
get a move on!

I'm not scared.

I'm not scared.
I'm not scared.

Oh, God, I'm scared.

Atta girl, Leigh,
come on.

One step at a time,
Leigh. You can do it.

Look, just don't
look down.

JO: Look straight
ahead, Leigh.

Just hang on with both
hands and keep moving.

CARLOS:
Don't be a wimp!

MIKE: Shut up, guys!

Relax, Leigh,
you can do it.

Move it,
thunder-thighs!

You're a lot
of help, Carlos.

Leigh, you can do it.
Go on!

(BRIDGE CREAKING)

JO: Leigh,
are you all right?

Coming through!

Carlos, no, stop it!

MIKE: Hey,
get back there, Carlos!

The bridge won't hold the weight.
Come on.

Shove over!

I can't.

Ow!

Ow, help! I'm caught.
My foot! Ow!

No, no, no.
Let me go, let me go.

I'm lighter.

Okay. Go easy.

Hold still, man.
Hold still.

LEIGH: Hurry, Bobby,
I'm scared.

CARLOS: Shut up! Help me!

Pull your foot in, man.
Come on.

Oh, watch it, man.

I can do it myself, man.
I don't need no help.

You okay, man?

Come on, Leigh,
I've got you.

Brains, Carlos.

Dwayne.

They got to be
around here somewhere.

Max!

Right there.

Let's go.

(COUGHING)

Well, this is it.
It's all downhill from here.

It's about time!

(GUNSHOT)

Mike!

Nobody moves!

Nobody moves!

See if he's dead.

You, kid, come on!

Leave him alone.

Come on!
What do you want?

Just a little
family reunion

between Roberto here
and his grandfather.

I don't have
a grandfather, man.

That's what
you think, kid.

Come on,
Coronado's waiting.

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMS)
Stay back!

Souza! Souza!

You, you're coming
with me.

Come on! Go!

Come on, kid! Move!

Go!

What the hell are we
supposed to do?

I don't know!

(GASPING)

Get in the Jeep.

You, drive.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Don't cry, all right?

I can't help it.

What the hell are we
doing in this place?

Oh, great!
I don't know.

This is the boondocks,
not the barrio.

(MIKE GASPING)

Hey!

Well, I'm not too crazy about
this neighborhood either.

Mike!
LEIGH: You're alive!

MIKE: Give me
a hand, guys.

(GROANING)

DWAYNE: We thought
you were dead.

Yeah.
Take it easy.

My leg, man.

We thought
you were dead.

Yeah, I'd like
another opinion.

Survival Lesson 101, okay.

Don't jump
to conclusions.

(LAUGHING)

You're out
of your mind.

Where's Jo?

CARLOS: They took her
and Bobby.

What? We got to get back
to the ranger station.

Come on.

DWAYNE: Just take it easy.
CARLOS: Hang on, hang on.

That ought to do it.

That's a nice job,
Dwayne.

No sweat, man.

I took first aid
in the 10th grade,

for simple credit.

Are we going
to make it?

I don't see any quitters
around here, do you?

Hey, thanks, Carlos.

Let's get you up, man.

(GRUNTING)

All right.
Okay.

All right. Let's
rock 'n' roll, guys.

(LAUGHS)
Come on.

Out!

You, get out of there!

Come on, move!

Move!

Hold it!

What are you doing?

What does it
look like I'm doing?

You and me have
to talk business.

Lose the hardware, Marco.

Everybody inside!

Move!

(MIKE GASPING)

Arnie!

(GRUNTING)

They were looking
for one of the kids.

Yeah, I know.
Look, hang on.

We're getting help,
okay?

Don't waste good help.
I'll be here.

Come on.

(GRUNTING)

That's a guy.

(GROANING)

All right.

You must be
out of your mind.

Sometimes crazy pays off.

Five million and you get to
keep your grandson here.

You're digging
your grave, Max.

We'll see who buries who,
old man.

MIKE: We'll be all right.

Arnie's lost a lot of blood
but we can take care of him

until the ranger's
medics arrive.

SAINT JOHN:
What about you?

It's Jo and Bobby
that I'm worried about.

Did the kids see which
way they went? No.

But it shouldn't be
too hard to track them.

They must still be
on the mountain somewhere.

We'll get after them.

Hey, don't take any chances
with these jokers, Saint John.

They mean business.

So do we.

Stay off that leg.
We'll check in from the air.

He hurt you, Roberto?

No. Look, I keep telling you
guys, my name is Bobby.

Bobby Conrad.

You were born
Roberto Coronado.

You're my one,
my only grandson.

You're Paulo Coronado.

Smart girl,
she reads the papers.

Your mother took you
away from us,

just like she took
your father away.

My father's dead.
He died when I was young.

Tell the kid the truth about
you and his poppa, Marco.

Shut up, Max.

Tell Mr. C, here, how you
had the kid's poppa iced

so you could line a place for
yourself in the old man's pockets.

Shut up!

The Gambinis
killed Roberto!

MAX: Yeah,
but you set him up.

What's the difference between what
you did and what I'm doing now?

Make the call, old man.

Five million.

(BEEPING)

(ENGINE POWERING UP)

SAINT JOHN: What's our ETA
to Paradise Ridge?

Seventeen minutes and twelve
seconds approximately.

Did Arnie give you
anything else?

They had a 4X4.

They can't be too far.

They said that they were taking him
to see his grandfather, Coronado.

Don Coronado?
MIKE: Yeah.

Are you and
the kids okay?

Yeah. Just find Jo, okay?

How long is it gonna take to
transfer that money over to me?

If I were you
I'd worry about

how long you're going
to live to spend it.

Nobody's going
to find me.

My people will.

There's over a million
in here, Max.

It's yours now,
no strings.

Keep me if you want.
Just let the boy go.

I'll take it all.

Call 'em, Marco.
Tell them...

Good, boy. Good.

Now, Max, we see
who buries who.

Shoot, kid! Shoot!

Give me the gun, Bobby.

You're no Coronado.

And you wanted to give
everything to this pup?

He's just a boy.

At least
he's not a killer.

Yes, I don't
want a killer.

I want a grandson.

He's never going to get the
chance to be either one.

I don't need any avenging
kids coming after me.

I've got a possible location
on a lodge in this area.

It could be Coronado's.

Let's take a closer look.

You did sell Roberto to
the Gambinis, didn't you?

Sure I did,
and for what?

I took all the crap
for him,

and now you treat me
like a delivery boy.

It's a matter of blood!

Let's see some of that
precious Coronado blood!

No!
(GUNSHOT)

Run, Bobby, run!

(GUNSHOT)

(EXHALES)

Keep going!

Get down.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

He's taking a ride.

He won't get far.

How's Jo?

She looks okay.

Let's nail this guy.

Roberto.

My grandson, Roberto.

It's me, Grandpa.
Roberto.

He must have loved you
very much.

(GUN FIRING)

Looks like we've got
a marksman on our hands.

Let's see him
outrun this.

Guy just won't give up.

Aim for his briefcase.

Maybe that'll change
his mind.

Roger.

(SCREAMING)

What the hell was that?

Justice.

If you want
to be a pilot,

you gotta know how these machines
work from the inside out.

Listen to her.
She reads Miss Mechanic.

Since you're
non-functional...

Thanks.

Make sure you
tighten the bolts.

Mike, I really hate
to bother you,

but are you going to give
us a little help here?

Oh, I'm sorry,
you want some help?

Um... Bobby!

Bobby, would you mind giving
these gentlemen some help?

Well, sure.
No sweat.

It's nice having an extra
pair of hands around here

that actually work.

Well, that will do then.

Oh, no, no, no, no, we wouldn't want
you to reinjure yourself, Mikey.

JO: Nasty wound that.
Sure we can't get you anything?

What, you think
I wanted this?

What, I ordered this
from some, what, catalog?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mike, Mike,
we're just pulling your leg.

You stay away from me
with that leg stuff.

Bobby, working?

You guys have really
turned him around.

I can't thank
all of you enough.

He wouldn't even
clean up his room for me.

That's 'cause vacuum
cleaners don't fly, Mom.

MIKE: That's no way
to talk to your mother!

A piece of advice,
if you will.

Come on, Bobby.

Mothers...

When I was a kid,
my mom worked hard.

Real hard.
You want to know how hard?

We're talking
24 hours a day hard.

I used to have to sell
brushes door to door.

Tough? Yeah, you bet.

But, you know, Bobby,
I learned something.

About character,
about being a man.

'Cause you see, Bobby,
behind every man

stands a mother
at his side.

No, that's not it.

Guys? Guys, my mom didn't
really work 24 hours...

Well, she actually
had a maid.

Well, she worked hard to get
the maid, but it wasn't...

It's no big deal, guys.
My leg hurts here.

Hello? Bobby!

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