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[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON RADIO]

MAN:
Satler.

Reiss.

Maloney.

Murphy.
Where the hell's Murphy?

Hey, Jafo!

Go find Murphy.
Yes, sir.

[BEEPING]

Sir, Lieutenant Kress
wants you on the pad.

Sir?

Sir?

Lose something?

No. You're wanted
on the pad.

Mind if I ask what you're doing?
No.

I don't mind at all.

[♪♪♪]

Murph, feeling
any pressure?

Yeah, about 15 pounds per
square inch at sea level.

Where's Montoya?

Don't you check the duty board?
He's on days.

Ooh, I forgot.

You're flying with that
new guy, Lymangood.

The what?
Me. Lymangood.

Outstanding.

[♪♪♪]

MAN [ON SPEAKER]:
Captain Maloney and Officer Reiss,
report to Operations.

[WHIRRING]

If it was me,
I'd ground him.

He'll be all right.

Personally, I wouldn't fly
with him for a bull
that pissed Jack Daniels.

Is that right?

[♪♪♪]

All set?
Yeah. Yes, sir.

You sure now?
Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Airship-12 rolling out at 1959 hours.

No, make that 2000 hours.
Murphy and Lymangood.

Where the hell's Montoya?

They say he put in
for days after that wingding
that Murphy threw.

No shit. Let me
call Departure.

L.A. Departure Control,
Air-12 out at

22000. VFR 5000 will be
coming to you 1.25.

Traffic advisory.

[♪♪♪]

MURPHY:
Lymangood. Lymangood

what brings you
to Air Support?

Oh, I don't know.

I just put in for observer.
I kind of liked the idea of it.

No guns. No kicking in doors.
You know, just quiet.

Oh, yeah.

LYMANGOOD:
All these people! What do you
suppose they're all doing down there?

Well, according
to the latest statistics,
1,775,000 of them

are getting it on.

[LYMANGOOD CHUCKLING]

That many, huh?

The rest are waiting
for Laverne and Shirley.

Well, let's see what
we can see here.

Hey, I got a black guy in a beanie.

Looks like he's selling
dope out of a van.

Is that a red beanie?
Yeah, that's him.

This is primo, man.
You want it?

He's ours.
Undercover Buy Program.

Oh. Right, right.
Right, right. Yeah.

You were at the briefing?
Yes, sir. Guess I just forgot.

You're gonna fit right in.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
Air-12, we have a 211 in progress

at the liquor store
at Burbank and Vineland.

Suspect is a male Negro,
orange shirt and cowboy hat.

That's for us.
He's armed and has a hostage.

Well, call it in.

LYMANGOOD:
Air-12 to Central. Proceeding to
the 211 at Burbank and Vineland.

[WOMAN AND MAN
SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN:
Let's get out of here, man!

Bitch!

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[SIREN WAILING]

MAN:
You dumb idiot!

Air 12 to Ground:
Your guy's heading
toward the junkyard.

Orange shirt
and a cowboy hat, huh?
Whatever happened to inconspicuous?

Hit him!
Hit him with the light.

LYMANGOOD:
I got him.

Jesus Christ!
Welcome to Air Support.

Ah!

Call an ambulance.
Right.

[♪♪♪]

Look at that guy
behind the dumpster.

Ground units!
You got a man with a gun
behind that dumpster there.

No, the other way!

All right, we're going down.
We gotta dust him.

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Hit the ground, son. Hit it!

Code 4.
They got it knocked.

[♪♪♪]

Sir, what was the business
with the watch?

Back in the Ready Room,
with the watch?

Sort of a test.

I read if you really think
you're going over the edge

you lose your sense
of time.

With your eyes shut, you can't
tell 25 seconds from 5.

Oh, yeah, I get it, sir.
Yes, sir.

Stop calling me "sir."
You sound like
David Copperfield.

Yes, sir. I mean, okay, sir.

Check that ride down there
at 10 o'clock.

Which one?
Underneath the tree.

LYMANGOOD:
How do you see that shit?

MURPHY: See it?
Yep.

It's got no plates on it.
MURPHY: Well, call it in.

Abandoned vehicle.
Right.

Air-12 to Central.
Reporting an abandoned
vehicle. It's a...

Come on,
what kind of car?

LYMANGOOD:
It's a light tan Chevy.

It's got no front plates.
It's got no plates at all
on it.

And it's near the top of the hill
on Linden Road.

Very good.

Oh, thanks.

[DOG BARKING]

What time have you got?
You got about 10:30?

Been talking to Montoya,
haven't you?

Well, he did mention
something about Encino.

Yeah, I suppose you deserve
the full initiation.

You might as well
have your picture taken.

LYMANGOOD:
Montoya says he thinks she's
some kind of movie actress.

Just my damn luck if they
had her working
overtime tonight.

Those bastards.

They're slave drivers.
That's what they are.

They don't care how hard
they work a person, just as long...

Oh, my God! There she is.

She's fantastic! Do you think
she knows we're out here?

All she has to do is look
out the window.

Ten-thirty, right on the dot!

If there's one quality
that I admire in a person,
it's punctuality.

And flexibility.

If a person says that they're
gonna be at a certain place...

Oh, God!

How does she do that?
How does she do that?

Beats the hell out of me.

Don't push on the pedals!

LYMANGOOD:
Would you look at her tan?

It's so... Oh, it's so even!

Oh, my God!

What do you want?
MAN: Get the briefcase!

I think she doesn't know.

Somebody does.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
All units in the vicinity handle a rape
in progress. 8792 Linden Road.

Damn it to hell. I knew it!
Shit!

Identify and handle, code 3.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, shit! Come on,
let's go, man!

MAN:
Around the back.

Hold it! Freeze!

[GUNSHOTS]

MURPHY:
He's bought it.
Get on the other guy.

No, let them go!
Please, let them go!

Over there.
I got him.

[♪♪♪]

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

Sir, you okay? Sir?

I'm fine. Fine.

Get him an ambulance.

LYMANGOOD:
Air-12 requesting an ambulance
at 3920 Linden Road.

How's the woman?
LYMANGOOD: She looks bad.

Oh, hell! It's gone.
LYMANGOOD: Sir?

MURPHY:
The Chevy. The junker.
The Chevy.

It's gone.

For God's sake!

MAN:
Air-12, wind 150 degrees at 22,
clear to land.

Air-14, 1150 degrees at 12,
clear for takeoff.

The old man wants to see
both of you. Right now!

I like your haircut.
I like yours too.

BRADDOCK:
You know, one of the really
fun things about this job

is reading the complaints
of the public.

For example, tonight here
we have a fella

that didn't appreciate us
disturbing his sleep.

I just hope I'm not called on
by the chief to explain

why two of my people were
hovering over Encino at 10:30

while Commissioner McNeely
was getting the shit kicked out of her

in her very own front yard
in fashionable Brentwood.

McNeely? That's her?

Of the mayor's special
Task Force
on Urban Violence.

A little touch of irony,
if you like that sort of thing.

How is she?
She was shot, Frank.

She's in Intensive Care.
Shot by one of the rapists.

One of the rapists?

Assault. Attempted rape.
That's what they're
calling it downtown.

There wasn't any rape.

Case is closed.
There's two toes
tagged in the morgue.

That abandoned car we called in?
The Chevy. That was a stakeout.

No stakeout. A make-out.
Kids who couldn't afford
a motel.

Kids go to Mulholland.
They don't go to Brentwood.
That's not the pattern.

Forget patterns, Frank.
And get the hell off my desk,
will you?

Get off!

All right.

It doesn't bother you
that car has no plates?

That that car wasn't there
when we came back?

That rapists don't travel
in pairs?

What bothers me, Frank, is
some son of a bitch
may ask what you were doing

five miles out of your patrol area!
Sir... Sir...

When I talk to you,
I'll look at you.

It was my fault.
I talked Murphy
into taking us there.

You're supposed to be stupid, son.
Don't abuse the privilege.

You think I haven't heard
about that silly twit out there
in Encino?

I had 20 years in this outfit
when you were sitting
in front of the TV

watching Bugs Bunny
and gnawing on your Fudgsicle.

To jog your memory, Officer Murphy,
there are people
who don't like police officers.

They do not like the idea
of helicopters flying
over their homes

peeking in their windows.

You know what they'll do
with this? They'll burn you,

me, your idiotic friend here,
and my whole damn division.

I don't want
my division burnt!

So here's the way
it's coming down
with you guys!

You're grounded. Both of you!
Grounded?

I gotta figure out
where the hell to hide you
until this crap blows over.

Get out of here,
Lymangood.

I mean, dismissed.

Stick around, Frank.

You know, the review board
wants to have you up
for psychiatric re-evaluation.

Oh, come on.

What do you expect after your
little wig-out last month?

[♪♪♪]

But there's a bright side
to this. And a moral.

I think morals are good for you.
I love morals.

And the moral of this story is:
If you are walking on eggs,
don't hop.

That's it.

[♪♪♪]

Don't hop!

[♪♪♪]

[DOG BARKING]

WOMAN [ON MACHINE]:
Hello. Listen, it's me.

I don't know whether a postcard
from Laguna means that
we're speaking again

but call me when you get in, okay?

Even if we're not speaking, call me.
Please? Okay, huh? Please, huh?

[MACHINE BEEPING]

WOMAN:
Hello. I'm back.

Is there no getting rid
of this chick?

Uh, the reason I'm pressing is that
I've got a really big favor I need.

I'm desperate! Desperate!

Uh, no matter what time it is, call me.

Please. Bye.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Freeze!

For chrissake, Murphy!

You wanna get
yourself killed?

You bozo! How many burglars
come in the front door
with a key?

You scared the shit out of me.
I'm sorry.

Came to make friends.

Here's your key.

Well, I guess that makes
that official.

Where's my blender?
I need it.

At 3:00 a.m.?

Well, Frank, you have this problem.
You don't return phone calls.

It's in the kitchen.

Hold him for me,
will you?

This kid must be deaf.

You coming?
Where?

The Shocks' anniversary party.
You remember.

Annie's been open for a year now.
We're gonna have guacamole

and margaritas

and chili rellenos...

Fat chance, huh?

That must've been some leave
you had down there in Laguna.

What did you do?
Spend all your time
on the pistol range?

Oh, here it is!

Hey, what's this?

[♪♪♪]

This is beautiful. Really!

Could I please borrow this...?
No.

I'll wash it
and everything.

No, you can't. It already
belongs to you. I bought it
for your birthday.

Really?
I thought I gave you that damn thing.

Never mind.
This is beautiful.
I love it!

KATE:
Frank, I miss you.

I don't eat.
I don't seem to sleep.

MURPHY:
Maybe you ought to trade me
in on a surfer.

Well, I tried that once,
but it didn't work.

Come to think of it,
neither did he.

Good night, Murphy.

Oh. Good night,
you little faker.

Watch your legs.

Frank,

we gotta get serious.

Now, I know you have
a lot of problems
right now

and I'd really like
to help you.

Uh-huh.
"You can run, but you can't hide."

Joe Louis. That's very good.
That's what I mean!

Frank, I'm gonna have
to get tough on you.
Are you ready for that?

I'm ready.

[♪♪♪]

MAN [ON SPEAKER]:
Five, four, three, two, one...

Cue Mario, take one.

MAN [ON TV]: The top story
is still the assault and
attempted rape of Diana McNeely

of the mayor's
Task Force on Urban Violence.

McNeely's still on
the critical list.

We spoke to Chief Jensen
about the latest news.

JENSEN: We have nothing
on the two assailants.

They were without identification,

probably Latin American
and almost certainly illegal aliens.

Our fingerprint teams are going
over their car

which was stolen from
a Santa Monica parking lot.

MAN: It is unclear what impact
this latest incident will have

on the minority community and
the increasing racial tensions that...

We've just received word

that Alf Hewitt is standing by
St. Joseph's for a live report.

Commissioner Diana McNeely
died at 8:47 a.m.

due to complications
from a gunshot wound
which penetrated her neck

and lodged in her spinal column
beneath the third
cervical vertebrae.

Miss McNeely never regained
consciousness

and if she had lived,
she would've been totally paralysed.

This is Alf Hewitt,
life from St. Joseph's Hospital.

[♪♪♪]

[BEEPING]

[♪♪♪]

[BEEPER BEEPING]

I've been trying to get you all night.
Why don't you answer your beeper?

I just wanna tell you, Jack,
that next time I'm suspended,
so's my fucking beeper!

Feel better?
Yeah, a little.

Then get your ass down here.
We just came up with
a hot mince pie under each arm.

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

You're back on flying status.
Oh?

You're assigned
a special detail.

This is Mr. Icelan,
Mr. Fletcher,
from Washington.

Mr. Frank Murphy.

Yeah, we're glad we found you.
We're due at the weapons
testing range at...

What do they call that place?
Pinkville.

Everything I'm about
to tell you
is highly classified.

You don't discuss it with
anybody. We're testing
a new helicopter prototype.

We've got
our own pilot

but your city's been chosen
as the testing area

and your mayor
is very anxious
that his people participate.

MURPHY:
Ours is not to reason why

ours is but to submit
to the vagaries
of local politicians.

Smoke? Frank, is it?

No. Yes.

No: smoke. Yes: Frank.

[CHUCKLING]

I understand that you
flew in Nam, Frank.

That's right.

Two tours, was it?
One and a half.

Why the foreshortened
tour, Frank?

You know what they say about
a sucking chest wound.

Nature's way of telling you
it's time to go home.

Yeah, right. Right.

You gonna tell us about
this special detail?

Yeah, a lot of people
are looking forward
to the Olympics out here.

And for a few short weeks,
the attention of the world
is gonna be focused on this town.

And every nutcase
and terrorist

and crazy with a pipe bomb
and a cause is drooling
about it already.

And that's what
this detail's all about.

The potential
for catastrophe.

We don't want any Munich
massacres out here.

Are you talking about
crowd control from the air?

Give that man a cigar.

That's been tried before.
It didn't work out so hot.

Yeah, where was that?
Vietnam.

Ah...

We added a few new wrinkles.

Such as?
You'll see, Frank. You'll see.

[♪♪♪]

MURPHY: You say
this thing has antiterrorist
capabilities. You saying it's armed?

That I am. That it is.

That sounds like it now.

I thought it was illegal
to arm police helicopters.

That would depend on
the circumstances,
wouldn't it?

MURPHY:
A lot of people
ain't gonna like this.

What do you call that thing,
an "airbuster"?

The Special. But
somebody hung
a nickname on it.

MURPHY: What?
Somebody hung a nickname on it.

Blue Thunder.

[♪♪♪]

MAN: Look, gentlemen,
you wanna take your seats?
Here she comes.

She don't look normal,

she don't fly normal,
because she ain't normal.

This whole ship
is heavily armored

with Nordoc NATO armor
one inch thick.

This ship is equipped with a forward
mounted 20 mm electric cannon.

Its six barrels are capable

of firing 4000 rounds
of ammunition per minute.

And that, gentlemen,
is one hell of a shit storm
in anybody's language.

Now, let's take a look

and watch the lady
strut her stuff.

The red dummies represent
terrorists, the white are civilians.
Innocent bystanders.

Now, the object is for our pilot
to knock out

the red dummies
and the black cars.

He shouldn't touch
any of the others.

You see, in a riot situation,
we just want to get the bad guys

and protect the innocents.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, my God!

That kind of firepower
would only be used in
our worst-case scenario

like armed insurrection.

It's comforting to know
you got it on tap.

MAN: Gentlemen, let me
have your attention.

Now notice the selectivity
of the firing.

This is not a strafing run
where you tear up
a whole street.

This little lady picks her targets
carefully. Now you watch.

[♪♪♪]

Look at that.
All the red dummies
are blown to hell.

Yeah, and a few white ones.

One civilian dead
for every 10 terrorists.
That's an acceptable ratio.

Unless you're one
of the civilians.

MAN: All right. Last pass, gentlemen.
Anybody wanna bet on the school bus?

We haven't told our pilot
everything about the bus.

Let's see if he can pick up
on what's wrong with it.

Damn it! Bloody gun!

MAN: All right, gentlemen,
if you come down below,
we'll take a closer look

and I'll be glad to answer
any questions you may have.

Terrific shooting, colonel.
It was beautiful.

Oh, beautiful, was it?

Goddamn it!
I had another stoppage.

I nearly killed you
on that second pass.

If it happens again,
I'll have their balls
for breakfast.

Come over here.
There's somebody
I want you to meet.

Well, what do you know.

Friend of yours?

An old war buddy.
The bastard tried to have
me court-martialled once.

Sorry I brought it up.

Well, well,
look who it isn't.

Colonel Cochrane, this is Captain
Braddock of Astro Division.

And Frank Murphy.
Frank'll do the actual
testing over the city.

Finally made colonel?

If you're a nice guy,
nice things happen to you.

I'll try to remember that.

MAN:
Step this way for any questions.

How did we draw him?

He was assigned to us,
he and his observer.

I didn't realize you were acquainted.
Only too well, I'm afraid.

I'd have had that bastard
up on charges if he
hadn't caught some shrapnel.

He's totally unsuitable
for our purpose.

I'll call Mr. Holmes
tonight.

No, don't bother him.
I think we can handle it.

MAN: ...30 million candlepower
night sun with an infrared filter.

Over here is your TV camera,
with 100-to-1 zoom lens.

We could've used this in Nam.
We could've used something.

Do you think
you can fly it?

You flew it, didn't you?

I'll check you out
myself tomorrow.

Be on the pad,
12 sharp.

Twelve sharp.

Catch you later.

Stand back from there.

Irritating little cocksucker,
isn't he?

Hey, tequila breath!
My man in the sky.

How do you like day shifts?
My bride's happier. But me?

So, what's happening?
I gotta go take a flight check.

But listen,
what do you make of this?

What it is?

I don't know. I found it where
Diana McNeely was killed.

I think it's about
that urban violence stuff.

Can you translate this?
It's all in Spanish.

I gotta log in, but I'll
get back to you later.

All right. Keep it
under your hat.

Boss, right under the hat.
Look at this!

MURPHY:
I gotta get dressed.
I'll see you in a second.

Hey, thanks for the hat.

How's it going?
What's this "JAFO" shit?

Look up. Look down.
Look left. Look right.

I said, "Don't worry."
What's JAFO?

You know what he told me
the other day? Montoya?

He told me you looped
one of those things.
A helicopter.

You didn't.
He's putting me on, right?

No, he wasn't.

You mean you actually
looped a chopper?

That's right.
When?

MURPHY:
When I was young and stupid.

LYMANGOOD: You're telling me
it was a complete 360?
Right over the top?

A full loop.
I thought that was impossible.

It is.
It's aerodynamically
impossible.

Anyone who tells you
any different
is a damn liar.

Now, you take the Ranger
and I'll be in my bird.

We'll have a little game.
Follow my leader.

[♪♪♪]

"Follow my leader."

Catch you later.

"Catch you later."

[♪♪♪]

COCHRANE:
Murphy, this is Cochrane.

Join formation with me,
echelon right.
And keep it tight.

Roger that, colonel.

Wanna show me that loop,
Murphy?

Negatory.

I thought so. Okay,
slide over to my left.

[♪♪♪]

COCHRANE:
Come on, keep it tight.

Christ!

Any closer,
we start eating blades.

We're following
his leader.

[LYMANGOOD CHUCKLING]

Okay. Now push it over
and pick up speed.

[♪♪♪]

Now follow me through
a high-speed climbing turn.

[♪♪♪]

[WHISTLING]

COCHRANE:
Level out at 500 feet.

All right, Mr. Murphy.
You take the lead.

Roger that.

[♪♪♪]

Whoa.

Damn! Damn it!
Oh, shit!

We got a runaway!

Jeez! What was that?

Grab your ankles and kiss your ass
goodbye. We're going down.

Shit!

Mayday! Mayday!

We're going down.

Willowbrook and Alameda.
Request ambulance, fire.

Shut the fuel off. Shut the fuel off!
What? Fuel?

[CHILDREN SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY]

[HONKING]

MAN:
Heads up!

Jesus! Where'd that bus
come from?

MURPHY:
Steady. We're gonna
make a little house call.

COCHRANE:
Central, this is Blue Thunder.

It seems that we have a ship down,
somewhere in the Watts area.

Are you all right?
Huh? Huh?

Are you all right?
Yeah.

Get the hell off me!

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN: I hope you broke
your fucking neck!

Hey! Hey! hey!

MAN:
You could've killed half
of my crew!

You knocked down
the whole damn shack!
Get the hell out of here!

MURPHY: Listen, Dick. Thanks a lot.
MAN: Be careful.

Take care.
See you.

Rather a near thing today.
I heard your turbine failed.

Or was it your flying?

Back off, asshole.

Oh. What's that I hear?
Threats?

Well, what a change.
We are acting
brave nowadays.

Are you threatening me,
Murphy?

No, I'm telling you.
Back off.

Catch you later.

Can I see your watch?
Sure.

You know where it is,
don't you?

Are you losing weight?

Getting older too. I think you
have to make a turn up here.

Getting enough sleep?

Are we having two different
conversations
or I am going nuts?

The train ride. The train ride.
I'll find it.

If you don't run out of gas first.
What?

When that little needle points
to empty, it means
you're out of gas.

KATE: That's broken.
We got plenty.

Mommy!
You missed the train ride.

Huh? Oh. Hang on.

MAN: Are you crazy?
MURPHY: This a one-way street!

KATE:
I won't tell if you won't tell!

Here we are.
Jeez, look out.

MONTOYA:
I'll tell you one thing,
it's hard to read.

Yeah, I know.
It's part of a letter.

It says something about
strangers in the barrio
making trouble.

I don't know. Something
like that. Ah, here's a word

that isn't in Spanish:
"Thor."

T-H-O-R.

Thor?
Mean anything?

No.

Strangers in the barrio
making trouble.

I don't know.

Maybe I've been in this
too long, but I got a feeling
something bad's coming down.

Practically the entire official family
of Los Angeles, led by the mayor

and the city council,
was gathered together
with close family members

and members of the black community
at the funeral of Diana McNeely

who was tragically murdered
in her carport several days ago.

Food's up in a minute!

Although McNeely, who chaired
the Commission on Urban Violence

was an outspoken critic
of many of the police
department policies,

the chief was in evidence, as were
many of his department heads

As temperatures stay high
and tempers continue to fray

fires continue
in the Watts area,

the City of Industry, Pacoima
and East Los Angeles.

Frank? You want ketchup
on your sandwich?

Now where did he go?

Hey, Frank.

Frank, did you say
you wanted...?

Frank?

[KNOCKING]

Frank, are you okay?

Frank?

Is this something kinky?

Goddamn your black
Irish heart

Frances McNeil Murphy,
if you've left!

[♪♪♪]

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

MAN: These are your television
monitors. You have three.

The one in the center ties
into all your computer banks.

The switches:

Night vision.

Infrared filter.
Target system.

Whisper mode
so you can travel silent.

Audio, which controls your
outside mikes which are here.

MURPHY:
What's the sensitivity?

You can hear a mouse fart
at 2000 feet.

[CHUCKLING]

Now, gentlemen. This is your
Harrison fire-control helmet.

This baby is the heart
of your system.

Let's take a look
and see how she works.

Watch this.

It superimposes the gun cues
on the real world.

Wherever you look,
the guns follow.

You can zero in on
any target you want

just by putting the green
tracer line on your target.

You wanna give it a shot?

Yeah.

What's that,
3/4-inch video?

You know something
about it?

That was my rate in the Navy.
What ship?

Midway.
No shit. I was on the Forrestal.

It's a hell of a setup.
Let me show it to you here.

It goes in a locked memory bank
here in the belly.

Each reel is code-numbered.

This little bug erases the tape on
a signal from Central Command.

The tape's gotta be inside
the case to erase.

LYMANGOOD:
It only erases in the case?
That's great.

MAN: Adjust for your eye until the red
dot rides on your tracer line.

Then press the cannon button and zap!
Where you look is where you hit.

Sunshine! Just blew
your gizzard away.

What's all this shit
I hear about you
threatening Cochrane?

Thank you, sergeant.

What?

In the police garage.
After your crack-up.

Feeling a little hostility,
Frank?

I just told him to
back off, that's all.

That's all?
Well, it's enough.

You see, they don't care
if you kill yourself. They got
$5 million in this aircraft.

They don't want to
see it totaled.

Some kind of bullshit.

Hey.

If you want my opinion

I think the feds are after
your ass. Better watch it.

Okay, thanks.

[♪♪♪]

Hey, Matusek? How do you
control the oscillation of
the quartz here?

Oh, it's the difference
between the output of
the generator signals. See?

Hey, Jafo. This isn't
any night school.

We got a test flight
to make out there.

Good night.
Good night, kid. Take it easy.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON RADIO]

Big Brother, on or off?
What's Big Brother?

The cabin mike.
It records everything we say.

I think we can lose that.
Don't you?

Yeah, I got the fuse right here.

MURPHY:
Get your hat off those
circuit breakers.

Tell me what JAFO is.
I'm putting the fuse under here.

You'll find out.
Just be patient.

Night vision.
Checked, okay.

Target systems checked, okay.

Let's see what's
on HBO tonight, okay?

[BEEPING]

Blue Thunder to Tower,
requests permission for takeoff.

Blue Thunder, Tower unable
to issue departure clearance
at this time. Hold your position.

MAN 1:
This isn't a very good idea.
He hasn't even got clearance.

MAN 2:
It's just an orientation flight.

Holmes is arriving tonight.
Let him take care of it.

MAN 3: What do you want to do?
MAN 2: Clear him.

Blue Thunder, Tower.
Wind 330 degrees at 15.

Cleared for takeoff.

[♪♪♪]

MURPHY [ON RADIO]:
Roger, Tower.
Blue Thunder off at 2030.

Be coming to you.
Traffic advisories.

Let's hope he knows
what he's doing.

How does she fly?
It's nose-heavier than the ayatollah.

LYMANGOOD:
You're crazy. This stuff's great.

MURPHY:
Great, huh?

Okay, let's see what this turkey's got.
Let's go!

[♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLING]

Mama!

Hey, hey. Orbit right.
What?

Orbit right.

WOMAN: Hi there.
LYMANGOOD: You gotta hear this.

MAN: I wondered if you knew
where a guy could
get something good to eat.

WOMAN: Well, it depends on
what a guy's hungry for.
Know what I mean?

I'm going to video.

MAN:
A little sushi would be nice.

Sushi?
Remember the last time we did this?

Try the zoom.
Zoom, right.

MAN:
Seventy-five?

Are we talking about
American money?

WOMAN:
We certainly are.

MAN:
Come on, lady. You know...

Ba, ba, ba, boo.
Do you see...? Look at this.
Hot Chihuahua!

MAN:
Honey, that's a little steep.

I want it! I want it!

Let's lose this asshole.
He's breaking my heart.

No. no.
Come on. We gotta go to work.

LYMANGOOD:
Bye-bye.

[♪♪♪]

I dig this police work.

Yeah. You're breathing heavy.

[LYMANGOOD LAUGHING]

MURPHY:
All right, here goes the whisper mode.

Whisper mode.

That's a check.

MURPHY: Ooh.
Hey, that's smooth!

MURPHY:
Forest Lawn.

Hey. Check this place out
here at 3:30.

Is that a state cycle
in the driveway?

Yeah. That's highway patrol.
MURPHY: Can you make the license?

Can you bring it around?
Yeah.

LYMANGOOD:
That's 221 Bravo 6.

Hey, I know that cycle.
Jack Moran. Double Dork.

Double Dork?

Try that thermograph.

Thermograph.
Cutting in thermograph.

Coming in.

The motor looks hot.

MURPHY:
Yeah, it hasn't been there too long.

Want me to see if the owner's home?
Sure. Can we do it?

Yeah. That guy, Matusek,
he cleared me this morning.

It'll do everything
but cook your breakfast.

H23.

H23.

Let's see, the house is right here.

She's there!

MURPHY:
How does the computer know?

They people here clear it
with their security patrol

and then they zap it
right to us.

[WOMAN AND MAN MOANING]

Oh!
Oh!

Let the good times roll!

WOMAN:
Yes. Yes.

[LAUGHING]

WOMAN:
No, no!

Not yet. Not yet.

No, I'm not ready!

No!

[MAN MOANING]

WOMAN:
Stupid putz!

Sounds like Double Dork
is missing a step or two.

We recorded all this?
LYMANGOOD: Yeah. It's all on tape.

It's locked in the memory
in the belly.

MURPHY: Listen, old Double Dork's
entitled to a quickie.
Don't you?

LYMANGOOD:
Absolutely.

MURPHY: Can you erase that tape?
Yeah.

The memory bank's locked,
but I can get in there.

MURPHY:
Good.

Hears through walls,
fires 4000 rounds a minute

and peeks down dresses
at 1000 feet. Jesus Christ!

There is more than that.
This terminal here is hooked
into every data bank that there is.

A dozen of these and you
could run the whole country.

Watch this.
I feed it my name,
right?

They got your whole life
in here.

Hit mine.

Murphy.

Frankie.

[♪♪♪]

File under repair?

Did you break your file?
That's weird.

COCHRANE [ON RADIO]:
Base to Blue Thunder.

Yeah, Blue Thunder.

It's a wrap tonight. Come on home.
LYMANGOOD: Ten-4.

Right, I'd better get going.

You'd better go too,
Mr. Fletcher.

I'll come along when he's in.
Yeah, right.

[♪♪♪]

MAN [ON RADIO]: Blue Thunder,
wind 270 degrees at 12.

Blue Thunder to base,
final approach.

Altimeter, two-niner-niner-five.
Cleared to land.

[BEEPING]

Hey, does Cochrane drive
a gray Corvette?

Yeah. Why?

Check 9:00.
He's in some kind
of hurry.

MURPHY:
Oh, yeah.

Listen. Check Cochrane out.

On the computer?
Yeah. I'm gonna tag along.

MAN:
Blue Thunder, this is Tower.

Do you copy?
Is there a problem?

That's Cochrane, F.E., U.S. Army.
Cochrane.

F.E. What's F.E. stand for?

"Fuck Everybody."

LYMANGOOD:
Gnarly!

We're almost there.

MAN [ON RADIO]:
This is Tower. Do you copy?

Special Base, you're coming
in very garbled.
Can't read you.

LYMANGOOD:
I got Washington.

Go for it.

Cannot read you, Special Base.
Still garbled.

Blue Thunder, come in.
Do you read me?

MURPHY:
Breaking up, Special Base.
Can't read you. Still garbled.

Here it comes.

MURPHY:
"Sole survivor"?
Is he kidding?

"Project Thor." Wait.
Find out what that is.

LYMANGOOD:
Request information:

Thor Project.

I got it. Here it comes.

MURPHY:
"Tactical Helicopter
Offensive Response."

Offensive response?

What does that mean?

Washington's jerking us around.
They've got bigger plans for this.

MAN [ON RADIO]:
Blue Thunder, you will acknowledge.

LYMANGOOD:
Oh, shit!

Blue Thunder
to Special Base...

[WHISTLING]

Oh, shit!

Oh. He's going in there.
Yeah. Where are we?

Federal Building.
Really?

Wanna see what's going on
in there?

I certainly do.
Here goes the whisper mode.

[♪♪♪]

You get anything?

I just had a good shot of
a couple guys emptying trash.

Can't use it.

BRADDOCK:
Goddamn it to hell!
What's going on out there?

I'm holding you responsible
for that man's behavior.

Dr. Haycock strongly
recommended he be grounded.

For your information,
Mr. Icelan,

there are no paranoid
schizophrenics
on duty here.

You know he checks his sanity
with his wristwatch!

What do you check
yours with?
A dipstick?

I don't have to take
crap from you.

He's finished as of now.

And if there's one scratch
on that aircraft,
so are you.

All right, try the thermograph.
Yeah.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

LYMANGOOD:
I told you it was cool.

Lovely, lovely!

Park here.
I'll bring it around.

I think I got something!

[BEEPING]

Hey, it locked!
Yeah. Hold it, hold it.

MAN 1 [ON RADIO]:
I fail to understand.

MAN 2: The Astro Division
is autonomous. The man was
assigned to us.

McNeely complicated it.
Fletcher!

MAN 3: I can't say you people have
covered yourselves with glory so far.

If she hadn't started
shouting, we wouldn't have
had to rough her up.

Rough her up?

Is that the latest euphemism
for "assassination"?

MAN 4: Well, she had
street informants,
and she'd made the connection

between our project
and the trouble in the streets.

MAN 5:
She was going public,
on the record.

Who are these other guys?
Shh!

They can't hear me.
Shut up anyway!

MAN 1: This pilot, uh...
MAN 2: Murphy. Frank Murphy.

MAN 1: Is that under control?
I don't want premature attention.

Blue Thunder might be perceived
as a threat.

MAN 3: Drop the hammer on him.
HOLMES: What do you think?

I think, Mr. Holmes,
that I should take him out.

You mean kill him? When?

COCHRANE:
As soon as possible.

Jesus Christ, Frank!

The boy's crazy about me.
You got all this on tape?

I got every word of it.
Good.

HOLMES:
Give him all the help he needs.

This conversation never took place.

If it gets back to me, I'll deny it.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

LYMANGOOD:
Oh, shit!

Hold your nose,
we're in deep shit!
Let's get the hell out!

[♪♪♪]

MURPHY [ON RADIO]:
Tower, we have 330 degrees and 15.

Altimeter still 3000.
Clear to land?

MAN: Air-12 traffic, 1 o'clock
two miles north-eastbound.

It's a Cessna 182 at 5000 VFR.

Blue Thunder down at 2130.

Captain wants to see you
in the office right away.

LYMANGOOD:
I'll get the tape's keycard.

MURPHY:
Be careful.

Yes, sir. I will.

Well, sir, he's...
He's not that...

[KNOCKING]

BRADDOCK:
Very well, sir.

I will.

All right, sir. I will.

Yes, thank you.

Did you have a nice flight?
I enjoyed it.

Well, I hope so.
It's your last for a while.

Now listen, Jack...
No, you listen.

That's how it is from now on:

Me captain, you cop.
Me talk, you listen.

If I don't have an ass
when I get out of this chair

it's because
the old man chewed it off
just like that.

I think you're beautiful
when you're angry,
but let's talk privately.

We don't have any secrets
from Mr. Icelan.

You're off the program, Frank.
You and your
buddy Lymangood.

I'll be lucky if I'm not
in Pacoima tomorrow

driving a black-and-white.

[PHONE RINGING]

Captain Braddock speaking.

Yes, sir. He's here, colonel.

Icelan.

Hey, guys, don't forget
to check under the hood.

Just gonna get
my cuff links.

Yeah.

Who are you conning
with that phony
radio bullshit?

For chrissakes, that went
out three days after Marconi
invented it!

[PHONE RINGING]

Captain Braddock speaking.

[♪♪♪]

BRADDOCK:
Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.
It's taken care of.

ICELAN:
Who unlocked the memory bank?

It was that tall numb-nuts cop.

Lymangood?
You got it.

Son of a bitch!

[♪♪♪]

Hey!

MAN:
Get his gun!

Take it easy.

Pay attention.
Pay attention!

We don't wanna hurt you.
We want the tape.

Let's be reasonable.

You're gonna tell us what we
wanna know sooner or later.

And I think you'd rather
it be sooner.

Because first, we're gonna
break your fingers,

then your arm,
and then maybe your knees.

Now, I know you
don't believe me

so I'm gonna show you.

[GROANING]

Now, can it be sooner?

The tape.

It's in your car?

Check the car.

[♪♪♪]

You wanna tell us
where it is?

Yeah.

You wanna write it down?
Thattaboy!

[♪♪♪]

[MAN GROANS]

[♪♪♪]

[ENGINE STARTING]

[♪♪♪]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
All units, detain
and hold for questioning

Officer Frank Murphy

in connection with the death
of Officer Lymangood.

Possibly driving
a black '79 Trans Am

California license,
909 King-Edward-Boy.

I want to get
a confirmation on that.

This is Air-12 to Central.

Can we get a confirmation
on that last dispatch, please?

WOMAN: Black '79 Trans Am.
California license 909
King-Edward-Boy.

Frank Murphy.
Detain and hold for questioning

in connection with the death
of Officer Richard Lymangood.

[BEEPING]

COCHRANE [ON MACHINE]:
So far, so good.

Check out Big Brother's tape
in Blue Thunder to learn more.

KATE:
I just heard about Lymangood.
I'm really sorry.

Call me if you want to talk.

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Here's your tea, colonel.
Thank you.

Why don't we just
blank the tape?

That's what it's
designed for, right?

They tell me Lymangood changed
the code numbers.

To go through every possible
combination would take forever.

Ugh. The trouble is,
we don't have forever.

LYMANGOOD:
Hey, boss. How's it going?

Listen, I got the tape

but I can't take it home.
It's not safe
to take it home.

So I think I'm gonna take it...
There's this drive-in that I go to

at Riverside and Victory,
on the corner.

There's a dumpster in the back,
behind the concession stand.

And I'm pretty sure
they don't empty it until Monday.

So that's where I'm gonna
stash the tape, okay?

This is getting kind of fun, huh?
Cops and robbers, for real!

Well...

Good luck if you should decide
to accept this mission.

This is Lymangood.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you.
I found out what "JAFO" is:

"Just Another Fucking Observer."

[KNOCKING]

You're not supposed
to be in there.
Get the fuck out!

You talking to me, asshole?

[♪♪♪]

Damn!

MAN [ON RADIO]:
This is Special Base. Come in.

Shit!

WOMAN:
Los Angeles mobile.

Mobile, listen.
Get me KBLA-TV.

That number's listed
in your directory.

Don't give me any static.
This is a police emergency.

Get me KBLA-TV right now!

MAN [ON PHONE]:
Good afternoon, KBLA-TV.

MURPHY:
I want to speak to Mario Machado
or Alf Hewitt.

They're not here,
they're out in the field.
Wanna leave a message?

Tell them this is
Officer Frank Murphy calling.
Astro Division.

I'm sending them a package.
Do you read me?

That's Frank Astro?

No, no, Frank Murphy.
Astro Division,

police emergency.
You got it, sweetheart?

Yeah, I got it.
MURPHY: Okay.

Mobile? Mobile?
WOMAN: Los Angeles mobile.

MURPHY:
Listen, I need another number.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?
MURPHY: Kate, it's Frank.

Frank, where are you?
I've been worried sick.

I'm okay, baby. Do me a favor
and pick up a package for me.

It's in a drive-in at the corner
of Victory and Riverside.

It's right near the concession stand.
It's in a dumpster.

Yeah? And then what?

Take it to KBLA-TV.
To Mario Machado or Alf Hewitt.

Don't stop for anything or anybody.
Got it.

Okay. Thank you, baby.
KATE: Bye.

[♪♪♪]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Where is he now?

Over the Hollywood
and Ventura Freeway
interchange.

Fletcher, get the mayor's
office on the phone.

We're gonna get
the Air Force,
Braddock, and now!

He called Channel 8 first.
The second call was
to his girlfriend.

Look, forget about the police.
Get our own cars to her place
and that TV station!

Looks like the bastard
wants to go public!

We'll stop that.
Yeah, we'd better!

[HONKING]

[SIREN WAILING]

Come on, move out!

Move, move!

[SIREN WAILING]

MAN: Damn it, I can't see nothing!
There she goes!

MAN [ON RADIO]:
Air-7 to Special One.

Air-7 to Special One.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

No shit, pendejo!

Hey, you got to set
that thing down, man.

We got two choppers
full of SWAT guys.

Oh. It's getting real cozy
up here.

Return to base
or we're gonna open fire.

Come on, will you,
Murphy?

All right,
knock him down.

Okay, amigo, how's
your auto-rotation technique?

Son of a bitch!

Damn it! Hang on!

Sorry about that,
my friend.

Ah! Not again!

All right, chaps.
How'd you like to follow
my leader?

[♪♪♪]

[GUNFIRE]

[♪♪♪]

- Pull up now!
- Pull up!

[♪♪♪]

[SIREN WAILING]

MAN [ON SPEAKER]:
Okay, lady! Pull over!

KATE:
Is there a problem, officer?

A den mother in a Vega, right?

Now play it very cool.
I need your license
and your registration.

Sure.

Maybe, I... I think I left them...
Get out of the car.

[GUNFIRE]

[SIREN WAILING]

Channel 8 is bringing you live
coverage of a helicopter hijacking.

Stay inside your homes.
There's a sniper over
the city of Los Angeles.

We've already lost one police car
and two helicopters.

Well, what now, gentlemen?

I don't plan on losing
more helicopters.

May I introduce Colonel Coe
of the Air Force?

Colonel.
Mr. Mayor.

We got a couple of F-16s
standing by at March Field.

F-16s?
We can take him out right now.

All you've got to do is say the word.
The F-16 is armed with rockets.

The potential destruction
of innocent life
is unimaginable.

Sir, the F-16 is armed
with heat-seeking missiles.

We can surgically remove him
from the air. Like a tumor.

We're not talking
about a tumor.

MURPHY:
You gotta make a right there!

No, Kate!

[HONKING]

Oh!

You're really riding
with the angels,
sweetheart.

[♪♪♪]

Thattagirl. Good work!

Yes.

Ray Icelan at Astro says
they've scrambled two F-16s
out of March.

What about the tape?
No sign of it.

But he called KBLA.
Fletcher's there to intercept.

MAN: I'll take care of you
one at a time.

We'll have more help down here.
Just be calm.

Sir! Sir! I've got to give this tape
to Mr. Machado or Abe Hewitt.

MAN:
They're very busy right now.

KATE:
Yes, but this is important.
From Frank Murphy.

MAN:
There's a crazy man in a helicopter.
I'll tell somebody you're here.

The most dangerous thing
is a man afraid for his job.

Hi, I'm Dick Fisher.
I'll get that to Mario
if you'd like.

Uh, no, I have to give this
to Mr. Mocher or...

Machado.
Machado.

I'm his producer.
I'd be delighted to bring it
up to him.

No, I don't think so.

MAN:
Can't we simply erase it?
Isn't that what the bug's for?

We don't know
the code number.

Then erase them all.

MAN:
Why don't you give it to me...?

KATE:
No. Frank said to give it
to Mr. Hewitt...

I'm Alf Hewitt. You're the lady
with the tape from Frank Murphy?

Your producer
said that Mr...

Who?
Your producer...

I never saw this guy before.
Come on, let's go.

Not so fast.
That's government
property.

Get your hands off me!
KATE: Stop him!

Get this bastard off me!

Son of a bitch!
I'll blow your head off!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Go, go, go!
I got the tape!

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
March Control,
this is Little Brother One.

We have your target bearing 121
at 13 miles.

Request clearance to engage. Over.

MAN [ON RADIO]:
Roger, Little Brother.
This is March Control.

Affirmative.
Engage and destroy.

I repeat, engage and destroy.

There he is.
He's all yours, cookie.

[MAN HUMMING]

[SCREAMING]

Holy shit!

[HONKING]

BRADDOCK:
What?

Well, I'll be damned.

One of your missiles
just took out a barbeque shack
down in Little Tokyo.

Francis, isn't that Ray's district?
Yes, it is.

Do you have his number?
Right here.

You better call him,
or they'll call him
and he'll call us

I'm on my way!
and if we don't call...

There he is,
right there!

MAN 1:
Everybody, this is an emergency!

MAN 2 [ON SPEAKER]:
Clear the area.

Clear the area!

Well, what do you know!

He froze.

Okay, he's all mine now,
cookie.

Oh, my God!

[♪♪♪]

I'm hit, cookie! I'm hit!

He blew my damn wing off!

Mayday! Mayday!

This is Little Brother One.
I'm ejecting!

We just lost an F-16 and the top
of the Arco Tower. Now what?

That's it. Call it off.

May I remind you there is
a crazy man up there
with six 20 mm cannons?

I said, call it off.

Request permission for takeoff.

MAN [ON RADIO]:
Colonel, hold your position.
Operation canceled.

Repeat, hold your position.
Do not take off.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[MEN SHOUTING]

[MAN SCREAMING]

Back to base.

[GUNFIRE]

HOLMES: Rough her up?
Is that the latest a euphemism
for "assassination"?

MAN: She had street informants,
and she'd connected
our project to the trouble...

Jesus, Lollie, you ought to
hear this stuff.

They sound like cops
and feds.

They're stirring up the barrio
to prove what that
chopper can do.

It's all right here.

And you better tell Mario
to go easy on
that "mad-sniper" stuff.

That cop up there may be
the hottest ticket since Horatius
at the bridge.

[GUNFIRE]

[♪♪♪]

All right, let's try this.

Ah...

All right, where are you?

[GUNFIRE]

Oh, damn it!

[♪♪♪]

All right, Murphy. It's about time
you put your money
where your mouth is.

[♪♪♪]

One, two,

three!

Ah!

Come on, you tub of shit!

That's impossible!

Catch you later.

[TRAIN WHISTLE HONKING]

Okay.

And now it's your turn.

MAN [ON TV]:
The $5 million prototype was destroyed
when Officer Murphy, out of gas,

set the helicopter down on
the tracks in front of a freight train.

That was the end
of the special helicopter,
but not the end of this story.

On the strength of a tape
that Officer Murphy delivered
to this reporter

the mayor has reopened
the investigation into the death
of councilwoman McNeely

which might also be connected
with the death of Officer Lymangood
of the Astro Division.

Half a dozen members
of the local police department

and several officials of both
the State and the Justice departments

have been detained
for questioning.

Coming up, the weather

and a sneak preview
of a bullet train soon
to be seen in the Southland.

Maybe.

[♪♪♪]