CAITLIN: Piece of cake.
DOMINIC: Collective! Collective! You're over-torquing.You're over-torquing.
DOMINIC: Pull in some collective. Not that much.
CAITLIN: Okay. Not bad, huh?
CAITLIN: Okay, okay. So, I'm learning.
CAITLIN: You know, you've got to admit, this isn't your ordinary powered puddle jumper.
DOMINIC: No, you're doing fine.
CAITLIN: Great. Well, then, when can I fly....
CAITLIN: Come on, Mr. Santini.
DOMINIC: Caitlin, you will notcrew Airwolf. Not yet.
CAITLIN: Then why am I being checked out?
DOMINIC: Cause we need a backup,in case something happens to me or String.
CAITLIN: Oh, I get it. I'm good enough to fly Airwolf if something happens to one of you, but if nothing happens, I'm not good enough.
DOMINIC: Caitlin, you write this down. You will not become a third pilot in this cockpit. And that's the last word on this subject.
CAITLIN: What qualifies as "something happening to you or String?"
In the desert
ANNIE: Oh, my!
ANNIE: Made my gas money today, haven't I?
ANNIE: Oh, would you look at that?
(HELICOPTERS AND AIRCRAFT LAND) LANGHORN: Stop it.
RAYCO: Get that jeep. Move!
SAM: Now let me understand this. You don't like the plan.
HAWKE: I didn't say that.
DOMINIC: I did.
SAM: I'm just trying to get it all straight. Now, let me explain it again....
DOMINIC: Let me explain. One, you got that desert film job by underbidding us. Two, you want us to fill your contract for less than what you're getting.
SAM: Man, I'm losing money the moment I rev my engine. Hawke. Oh, pal, buddy, come on.
DOMINIC: So why do you have to make it on our buns?
HAWKE: Makes sense.
SAM: It's all gassed up, the camera's loaded, it's ready to go. It'll take you three hours, tops. Here's the coordinates,right here.
DOMINIC: Sam, you are a disaster looking for a place to happen. But you're not gonna happen on us. Come on, String.
MODEL: Hi, Sam.
SAM: A fellow needs some recreation, huh?
SAM: Be ready in a second, hon. I can't pass up a relationship like this, now can I, man?
SAM: Please, please, please.
HAWKE: Well, the fellow does need some recreation.
SAM: Listen, when you guys are done, take the desert footage over to the Harcourt Lab for processing. I promised the job for Thursday afternoon. So have them deliver it back, okay?
DOMINIC: You want eight-by-tensor wallet size?
SAM: (CHUCKLING) Funny. Real funny, guys.
Dent's desert villa
LANGHORN: How soon will the others arrive?
DENT: 72 hours.
LANGHORN: I said 36, at the outside.
DENT: Well, the arrangements were more difficult than I expected.
LANGHORN: What arrangements? To kill me or see me?
DENT: Look, they're all coming. Sloane from Miami. Barlucci. Marcus from Detroit. All friends and supporters.
LANGHORN: How secure am I here?
DENT: We're completely isolated. The girls had no idea where they were going. We're in an oasis in the middle of the desert. In fact, no one enters this compound unless I say so. No one leaves. These next few days don't exist. You don't exist. One might even say you're dead.
Onboard Kowal's JetRanger
DOMINIC: What irks me is our bid on this job would have let me pay a few bills and hire somebody to overhaul the Stearman.
HAWKE: What are you saying, Sam stuck it to us?
HAWKE: Well, he does it with pretty good style.
DOMINIC: Boy, and the dolls he gets. I'd just like to have his rejects.
HAWKE: Okay,start filming now. What did Sam say he wanted? Just some general stock footage? There's the train tracks.
DOMINIC: There's a train on it.
HAWKE: So, he gets a train.
DOMINIC: Got it. Well, that should be enough. What's next on the list?
HAWKE: Open ground, some shacks, cars on a desert road. Stuff like that.
DOMINIC: Whoa! Look at that.
HAWKE: What that?
DOMINIC: I'll run a few feet up to show you.
DOMINIC: Oh, you pretty thing.
DOMINIC: Oh, String,eat your heart out.
DOMINIC: Hey, you better give us another run by. Just so we get full coverage for Sam.
LANGHORN: A helicopter? What the hell are they doing up there? There's a camera mounted to that damn thing.
DENT: No, relax. They're around here all the time for the oil companies.
LANGHORN: They saw me.
DENT: No, no, no.
LANGHORN: Get that film.
STARK: Kowal Air Service.
Van Nuys, that night
SAM: Good night, sweetheart. I'll call you in the morning, okay?
MODEL: That sounds great.
SAM: See you tomorrow. Take care.
SAM: There isn't a whole lot, but you're welcome to whatever you want.
RAYCO: What were you doing out there?
RAYCO: Let's see the film.
SAM: What film?
STARK: What the hell did you do?
RAYCO: I hit him.
STARK: You broke his neck. Now if we don't find that film, we're dead, too.
Van Nuys, next morning
(OFFICER CHATTERING ON RADIO)
POLICEMAN: Hey,you can't go in there.
HAWKE: Oh, we are friends of his.
DOMINIC: We just did a job for Sam yesterday. We wanted to find out what happened. Come on.
POLICEMAN: Yeah,you still can't go in there.
HAWKE: Well, who do we talk to?
POLICEMAN: Detective Sergeant Brannen.
HAWKE: Excuse me. Which one of you fellows is Detective Sergeant Brannen?
BRENNAN: I am. Do you have an interest here?
HAWKE: Well, we worked with this guy or we did work with him.
BRENNAN: You were his employees?
HAWKE: Not exactly. We just kind of filled in. We flew for him. Like, you know,shuttle passengers, do film survey work.
DOMINIC: Well, I got the same kind of operation right down the runway here.
BRENNAN: And you are?
DOMINIC: Dominic Santini. S-A-N-T-I-N-I.
BRENNAN: Thank you.
HAWKE: Stringfellow Hawke.
BRENNAN: Do either of you have any idea who might want to do something like this to him?
DOMINIC: Nobody that we know of.Sam had no enemies.
HAWKE: Listen, do you got a hunch?
BRENNAN: No, I don't.
HAWKE: Will you try?
BRENNAN: Junkies, looking for bread for another pop. Somebody came by. They got scared.
HAWKE: Are you just saying that Sam was a random target?
BRENNAN: There's an awful lot of that going around these days.
HAWKE: Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, look at this place. Hell, what would they think he had in there?
BRENNAN: Have you ever seen a rational junkie?
HAWKE: Sam Kowal, victim of a sick society. Write it off, huh, Detective?
BRENNAN: You were the ones who said he didn't have any enemies, not me.
DOMINIC: Well, he was divorced three times. And he went bankrupt and his partners got hurt. And he did play the ponies.
BRENNAN: So he wasn't exactly a candidate for sainthood. Well, at least it gives us something to work on.
BRENNAN: I am sorry about your friend. But from the looks of this, anybody could have done it. And that usually means we may never know. If you come up with anything else,give me a call.
STARK: Did you kill her, too?
RAYCO: No, she's still breathing. Shall I finish her off?
STARK: Forget it. We got what we came here for. We know what lab the film is at. Now, let's go.
Kensington General Hospital
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)
DOMINIC: Now, that's a nice leg.
HAWKE: Yeah, not bad for an ex-cop from Texas.
BRENNAN: Can you remember anything? Like the shape of a head or skin color, an item of clothing or smell?
BRENNAN: Well, like cologne or tobacco or garlic or oil on their clothes.
CAITLIN: It all happened so fast, I really don't recall much of any thing about it.
BRENNAN: I've had better victims.
CAITLIN: Oh, no, I heard someone mention pictures. No, no, no, no, no, film.
BRENNAN: You sure?
CAITLIN: Yes, I heard one mention film.
BRENNAN: Don't take the film, take the film, can we peddle this film, look at all this damn film, what?
CAITLIN: I don't know. All I remember thinking is I'm not gonna buy it in a helicopter crash like my mom always said I would. I was gonna die right now. Then I passed out.
BRENNAN: Well, I'll get back to you.
HAWKE: Yeah, sure. The check's in the mail, too.
BRENNAN: Given the facts that I don't have in this case, I'm afraid I can't exactly tell you that it's a top priority assignment.
HAWKE: Listen. One friend is dead, the other is in the hospital. What do we have to do to keep you on this case?
BRENNAN: Look, Mr. Hawke, last night in this precinct alone, there were 10 break-ins, three assaults, a murder and a suicide. Now, I'm keeping on all of those cases, so you get off of mine.
HAWKE: Get some help.
BRENNAN: Tell the mayor.
DOMINIC: Cool lady.
HAWKE: Yeah. Just what we need.
CAITLIN: I like her style.
CAITLIN: I said the wrong thing?
DOMINIC: Oh, no, no, no, no. It's just that Sam wanted to sell out a couple of months ago and drift. And String, like the good friend, sat him down and told him to shape up. And that's why he stayed, to work it out.
CAITLIN: I said the wrong thing.
A film lab
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
Kowal Air Services
DOMINIC: So, what are we doing here?
HAWKE: Visiting, I suppose. You know, somebody's going to come along and haul this junk away someday. And that's the last you're ever going to hear of Sam Kowal.
DOMINIC: I never could figure you and Sam as friends. He was such a slob about his life. And, you know,he was like a gypsy. He was all over the map, may he rest in peace. But you,you're so much the other way.
HAWKE: Maybe I thought he'd teach me something.
DOMINIC: Yeah, well, look, what's done is done. Come on, let's go. The cops have been over this place a dozen times.
HAWKE: You know,that lady cop's theory about the junkie thieves, that didn't wash. There's $10,000 worth of camera equipment. They didn't paint up or graffiti the walls. They didn't cut up the furniture, they just...
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
DELIVERY BOY: Hello, is anybody there?
DOMINIC: Get the light.
DOMINIC: What do you want?
DELIVERY BOY: To deliver this.
DOMINIC: Hey, it's the film we made for Sam.
HAWKE: There's been a lot of break-ins led by street gangs.
DELIVERY BOY: Are you guys kidding? My mom wouldn't let me join a book club.
HAWKE: You took long enough to get that film here.
DELIVERY BOY: Hey, you're lucky that that wasn't burned in the fire.
DOMINIC: What fire?
DELIVERY BOY: The lab. It was torched tonight. The cops said it was arson.
DELIVERY BOY: This doesn't deserve a funny remark.
DOMINIC: You just made one. Scram.
DOMINIC: And don't slam the door.
HAWKE: Our place gets ripped off and then that lab burns.
HAWKE: One thing ties all that together. This film.
DOMINIC: Hey, and Caitlin said that the guys that hit her talked about film.
Back at Santini Air
DOMINIC: What happened? I must haveconked out on about the 33rd run through.
HAWKE: Well, the good guys got the girl.
DOMINIC: Oh, yeah, sure. Oh, look at the time.You've been doing this all night.
HAWKE: Run it through again.
DOMINIC: Oh, come on, String. What do you expect to see? A neon sign saying,"The killers went that way?"
HAWKE: I'd a lot rather see an oil company or industrial espionage. Something.
HAWKE: I mean what? That makes Brannen right.
DOMINIC: Well, if you're asking me what, how will you knowwhen you've found it?
HAWKE: I'll know.
DOMINIC: Oh, sure, you'll know.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
BRENNAN: I'm off shift and I'm on my own time. I don't like working at nights because I usually run into the same kind of people that I don't like meeting in the daytime. So you guys better have a pretty good reason for calling me.
HAWKE: How about we have a film as the key to Sam KowaI's death.
BRENNAN: You don't go in for big surprises, do you?
HAWKE: It's not easy to get your attention.
BRENNAN: s he always this charming?
DOMINIC: Only when he tries.
BRENNAN: Okay, I'm all eyes. What's this film show?
DOMINIC: The desert.
HAWKE: Look, Sam was killed because somebody thought that he was in the chopper that was taking this film of a certain area.
HAWKE: But it wasn't Sam.
BRENNAN: What do you mean, it wasn't Sam?
HAWKE: It was us. We shot that film.
DOMINIC: This is where I came in. Enjoy the popcorn. Good night. I'll turn out the lights.
BRENNAN: So far all I see is a lot of desert.
HAWKE: Pay attention. We're getting to the good part.
BRENNAN: Girls in bathing suits?
BRENNAN: Well, spent worse nights with men. Don't ask me when, though.
HAWKE: I still think that film's important.
BRENNAN: For sentimental reasons. Look, you and I got along just fine for the last couple of hours. I kind of liked it that way.
HAWKE: Well, then may be you can see what I see.
BRENNAN: I do see what you see. Don't you understand? That's the point. I see a lot of desert, I see rocks, I see sand. I see girls in bathing suits.
HAWKE: Sam's killer is out there somewhere.
BRENNAN: I wish he was. For your sake, I wish he was.
BRENNAN: Hey. I thought if I watched it three dozen times you might buy me breakfast.