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Transcript of Part 1

At the Red Star test site

[wind whistling] [wind continues whistling] [panel beeps] [engine whirring] [panel beeping]

Engineer #1: Turbos one and two.

Engineer #2: In the green.

Engineer #1: Main rotor torque.

Engineer #2: In the green.

[engineers chattering]

Senator Dietz: I don't believe you people. You haul my butt out of bed at midnight. You fly me off to only God knows where to see some lousy helicopter, and there's not even any cream cheese.

Archangel: It's not a lousy helicopter, Senator. It's Airwolf.

Senator Dietz: Well, whatever esoteric name you hang on it, it's still an overgrown beanie with a propeller, eating its way through somebody's budget. I hate bagels without cream cheese.

[radio chattering]

Senator Dietz: It's a mean-looking bird, I'll give you that. Who designed it?

Archangel: The pilot. Dr. Moffet.

Senator Dietz: Moffet? Moffet. I know that name.

Marella: Your cream cheese, Senator.

Senator Dietz: The damn stuff is pink.

Marella: It's, uh, salmon-flavored.

Senator Dietz: Only in California.

Moffet: Red Star ControI. AirwoIf. All systems are go.

Controller: Airwolf, Red Star Control. You may clear the defense area.


Senator Dietz: How fast is that bird?

Archangel: We don't know yet. So far, it's only slightly exceeded the speed of sound.

Senator Dietz: No helicopter can fly faster than sound.

Marella: Airwolf can. Basically, Airwolf is an aerodynamic lifting body with a twin turbine-driven rotor system capable of propelling it to 300 knots.

Senator Dietz: In other words, it's a fast, twin-engine jet chopper.

Marella: One can express it in those terms except this jet chopper can disengage its rotor system and ignite these two additional turbines. 9.6 seconds after ignition, Airwolf can exceed Mach 1 from sea level to 65,000 feet.

Marella: The crew consists of an in-flight systems specialist in the electronic data command center to monitor turbine temperatures, fuel and Lubricant pressure, rotor synchronization, all on board flight systems.

Marella: The second crewman is a counter measure specialist. His primary M.O.S. is to suppress, neutralize, or destroy any weapons threatening the integrity of AirwoIf.


Marella: He also has a duplicate flight system control in case the aircraft commander becomes incapacitated.

Marella: And finally, the Aircraft Commander, who's responsible for positive fIight control, target acquisition, and weapon system selection.

Marella: The latter offers him 14 firepower options ranging from 30 mm cannons to nuclear-tip Shrike missiles. In other words, Senator, Airwolf is a Mach 1-plus chopper that can kick butt.

Senator Dietz: If Airwolf can "kick butt" like she says it can, you've developed yourself a tactical weapon. But that's not the FIRM's mission.

Archangel: No, sir, it's not. But when the project started 20 years ago after the Bay of Pigs, the FIRM's priorities were a little different. Then as the years went by--

Senator Dietz: The project grew. now you've got Topsy, what are you gonna do with her? You can only keep the lid on testing and development for so long. And if the Firm puts Airwolf in the field, it'll leak to Congress in a week. And they won't take kindly to the FIRM's developing secret tactical weapons.

Archangel: That's why the FIRM would like to turn this prototype over to the Department of Defense and let them take credit for it.

Seantor Dietz: In exchange for what?

Archangel: Reimbursement of development costs and the first five Airwolfs off the production line.

Seantor Dietz: Talk to me in dollars and cents.

Archangel: $1 billion, Senator. Give or take a few cents.

[keys clicking] [computer beeps]

Woman's voice: Red Star to ground leader, stand down.

Archangel: To demonstrate Airwolf's tactical capabilities it will penetrate a typical Soviet defense zone, the type used around their I.C.B.M. sites, their military command posts and communication installations.

Senator Dietz: Simulation has a way of always making the test vehicle look good.

Archangel: That defense zone is filled with Soviet equipment and manned by personnel who know how to use it.

Marella: This isn't a simulation, Senator. Those guns out there are loaded.

Controller: Airwolf. Red Star Control. You have a go. Senator Dietz: He's gone.

Archangel: Dropped below the radar.

Marella: He'll use the mountain range to block our defense radar until he can exceed Mach 1. After that, he can penetrate the defense zone from any point on the compass.

[computer buzzing] [whirring]

Man on the ground/ Holy.

Controller: We have a visuaI sighting. Grid Whiskey Lima five. Penetration track indicated. Speed, Mach 1 plus.

[computer beeps]

Controller: No shots fired.

Senator Dietz: I'll be damned! He busted right through the Russkie's front door without a scratch.

Archangel: Not quite.

Marella: The computers have Airwolf's point of penetration into the defense zone. They can interpolate his most likely approach to the target area and deploy TU-36 helicopters to block the canyons.

Senator Dietz: He'll have to climb out of the canyon.

Archangel: That would put him on S.A.M. radar.

Senator Dietz: He has no choice.

[TU-36 fires missile]

Co-pilot: I have a heat-seeker on our six.

Co-pilot: I.F. suppressor on.

Co-pilot: StiII cIosing.

Co-pilot: Popping a sunburst.

Senator Dietz: He got past them. He's not on radar. He's done it.

Archangel: It's not over yet.

Senator Dietz: Unless your Dr. Moffet's a fool, all he has to do is stay in those canyons until he reaches the target.

Marella: A passive defense mechanism might force him up.

Senator Dietz: What the hell is that?

Moffet: Wires!

Controller: We have radar contact. Stand by to launch missiles.

[computer beeps]

Senator Dietz: Damn it.

Co-pilot: We're being radar-scanned.

[controls beeping]

Co-pilot: Jamming.

Controller: Launching missiles.

[missiles launch]

Co-pilot: I have four incoming radar-controlled missiIes.

Co-pilot: Three are off target. One is on our track at 10 miles and closing.

Moffet: Missile impact

Co-pilot: 12 seconds.

Moffet: Hold heading and deploy the A.D.F. pod.

Co-pilot: A.D.F. pod undepIoyabIe above 300 knots.

Moffet: Reverse thruster engines.

Moffet: Stand by to reengage rotors.

Engineer: Thrusters reversed. Speed, 700 knots.

Co-pilot: Missile impact in seven seconds.

Engineer: Rotor reengaging. Speed, 400 knots.

Co-pilot: Missile impact in five seconds.

Co-pilot: Four seconds.

Co-pilot: Three seconds, two seconds--

Engineer: Pod deploying.


Senator Dietz: My God, they've blown him away. Archangel: Not quite, Senator.

[Airwolf engine roaring]

Senator Dietz: Dr. Moffet, this is Sen. Dietz. I want to congratulate you on the most spectacular weapons demo I have ever seen. l'd like to shake your hand.

Moffet: You already have, Senator, on Project Proteus.

Senator Dietz: Proteus?

Archangel: That was at White Sands in the '70s.

Moffet: I trust the Senator remembers me.

[radio buzzes]

Senator Dietz: Well, it was a long time ago.

Moffet: Yes. The Firm has shown great confidence in my abiIity to, uh, to change.


Senator Dietz: I'm sure that trust is well-founded.

Moffet: Not really.

[Airwolf fires guns and rockets]


Hawke's cabin

[cello playing] [eagle screeches] [cello continues playing] [eagle screeching]

[helicopter approaches]

Hawke: Yeah.

Gabrielle: It's perfect.

Archangel: Nothing is perfect. Not even this.

Gabrielle: Well, I don't know what can be wrong with this.

Archangel: We're here.

[music pIaying] [music continues pIaying]

Archangel: Stringfellow Hawke. Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: Hello.

Hawke: Where's Marella?

[liquid pouring]

Archangel: Oh, uh, sick leave.

Hawke: Sorry.

Gabrielle: This is a nice wine. It's a Montrachet, isn't it? '79.

Hawke: It's been a long time.

Archangel: Two years. I have a job for you.

Hawke: '78.

Gabrielle: Oh, I didn't know that '78 was still--

Hawke: I already have a job.

Archangel: This one pays $1 million. Half now, half on delivery.

Hawke: Of what?

Gabrielle: Airwolf. Moffet stole it five weeks ago.

Hawke: You blew it.

Archangel: Yeah.

Gabrielle: Hindsight is a wonderful gift, Mr. Hawke.

[music continues playing]

Hawke: You scared the eagle.

Gabrielle: I what?

Hawke: Flying in, you downdrafted an eagle.

Gabrielle: I'm sorry.

Hawke: Tell that to the eagle.

Hawke: I wasn't expecting company. I'll get another trout.

Gabrielle: God, he's infuriating.

Archangel: Only because he likes you.

[wind whistling] [birds calling] [fire crackling]

Archangel: Moffet probably flew it south through Central America then jumped from Brazil across the Atlantic to North Africa. Same route we used to ferry planes in World War II.

Archangel: It took two weeks of concentrated satellite surveillance to confirm Airwolf's location.

Archangel: It's in Libya. Khadafy's got it.

[fire continues crackling]

Hawke: Great. That means so do the Russians.

Archangel: Not yet. So far, he hasn't even let them take a look at it.

Gabrielle: Khadafy's keeping it for himself.

Hawke: Why don't you just blow it up instead of stealing it?

Archangel: Can't. Moffet's erased the Airwolf program from the FIRM's computers.

Gabrielle: And it's gonna take a new development team, even working with the old subcontractors, an estimated 5. 3 years to build a new prototype.

Gabrielle: This reproduction, it's really excellent. I saw the original in Paris at the--at the lmpressionist Museum.

Hawke: No, you didn't.

Hawke: What's the Firm's position on Moffet and the crew?

Archangel: If you can, bring him out with you. The other two aren't important.

Hawke: And if I can't?

Archangel: Use extreme prejudice.

Gabrielle: I saw the original in Paris one month ago.

Hawke: No, you saw a copy.

Gabrielle: Are you trying to tell me this is the original?

Hawke: So how do I go in?

Archangel: As a petroleum engineer from Mirabelle Oil. It's a French firm, but most of the technicians are Americans. Once you land in Tripoli, our operative there will help you. The carrier Enterprise will be standing by in the Gulf of Sirte. You probably won't have to fly more than 200 miles to get there.

Hawke: Yeah, through Khadafy's army, navy, and air force.

Archangel: At least it's not the Russians.

Hawke: It's their equipment.

Archangel: But the Russians aren't manning it.

Hawke: You don't know that.

Archangel: We have people in there, Hawke, and they've reported the equipment is being manned by the Libyans. Besides, you're being paid $1 million.

Hawke: Hell, how much did Moffet get?

Gabrielle: Probably $5 million.

Hawke: And I get $1 million?

Gabrielle: One usually has to pay traitors more than patriots.

Hawke: Moffet didn't do it for the money. Neither will I. I want Saint John.

Archangel: You're not serious? God, you are. Hawke, he's been an MlA for 14 years. The odds your brother's alive are 10,000-to-1 .

Hawke: Well, if he is dead at least bring his body back.

Hawke: I got a job flying in the morning.

Hawke: You'll find blankets in the window boxes. It gets kind of cold around dawn.

Gabrielle: Good night.

Gabrielle: I don't think he'll pull this off.

Archangel: He can. The question is, can we?

Later that night

[wind whistling] [Archangel grunts] [fire crackling]

[wind whistling] [Archangel grunts] [fire crackling]

Gabrielle: Stringfellow. [gasping] You startled me. I couldn't sleep. I was looking at your collection. It's incredible.

Gabrielle: I thought l heard you moving around up here and just wanted to talk. Just about the art. How anyone could have put together a collection like that. It's fantastic.

Gabrielle: I'm sorry. I guess it's none of my business.

Hawke: You didn't come up here to talk about art.

Gabrielle: Yes, I did.

Gabrielle: Don't.

Hawke: This is what you came here for.

Gabrielle: No. No.

Hawke: Archangel's worried I won't take the assignment. You're here to sweeten the deal.

Gabrielle: You're wrong.

Hawke: Well, you're a liar. You didn't come here to talk about art.

Gabrielle: Yes, I did. Maybe not totally, but I didn't come here for Archangel.

Hawke: A liar's a liar. And a whore's a whore.

Gabrielle: Damn you.

Hawke: You're too late. God already has.

Hawke: Gabrielle. My grandfather collected the art for my grandmother.

Next morning


Archangel: (on the phone) The money is unimportant to him.

[Tet whimpering]

Archangel: (on the phone) That's right.

Gabrielle: Good morning.

Archangel: (on the phone) No. He won't accept that. He'll demand hard data. We'll have to inform the President.

Archangel: Eggs?

Gabrielle: Oh, no. Coffee, please.

Archangel: (on the phone) Absolutely not.

[chair creaking]

Gabrielle: Is he up yet?

Archangel: Left a couple of hours ago.

Archangel: (on the phone) If the committee has a better idea, I'm listening. I'll be on blue channel till 08:00.

Archangel: [hanging up phone] The committee is going to blow this one. I can feel it.

Gabrielle: I don't think Hawke's going to do it.

Archangel: What makes you say that?

Gabrielle: I talked to him last night after you went to sleep. Come on. It's too early in the morning for incriminating looks from the boss.

Archangel: Gabrielle, don't get interested in Stringfellow Hawke. There's no future in it for you or any woman.

Gabrielle: Why not?

Archangel: [sighs] When he was 12, he and his parents were in a boating accident on the lake. They drowned. Just before he shipped out to Vietnam, he and his girlfriend were in a car crash. She died. In Nam, he and his brother went down in the same mission. He got picked up. Saint John didn't. Stringfellow is afraid that anyone he loves, or might love, will die. That's why when he was so cold to you yesterday I knew he liked you.

Archangel: How's that for some paperback psychology?

Gabrielle: Makes sense. Everyone he loved can't have died.

Archangel: There is one who's survived. Up to now, anyway.

At a film set

[police siren wailing] [tires squealing]

Mitch: And cut!

[bell ringing]

Dominic: I am not going to let that stupid jackass kill himself with my equipment.

Blaze: He can't talk to me like that. I'm the star.

Mitch: Blaze is right, Santini. He's the star. If he wants to kill himself, he can.

Dominic: Well, fine! Then let him use one of your cars, not my helicopter.

Blaze: I thought we already had this worked out, Mitch.

Mitch: Listen, now. Maybe Santini's right, Blaze. Uh, I mean, we are talking about life and limb here.

Blaze: Now, wait a ... wait a minute. You guys listen to me. Mona Kahn heard that I was doing my own flying in this flick. She's here to film me for her T.V. show.

Dominic: Well, I wonder how she heard that.

Blaze: She heard it because I did it before. I mean, I flew a hang glider in--in--in Winds of Oahu. I flew a Navy jet in Wings of Gold.

Mitch: You had a Navy pilot with you.

Blaze: He told me I flew it! He--he said I was a natural, he said that I hardly had to touch the stick. And besides, Hawke has been letting me fly for three months.

Hawke: I've been backing you.

Mitch: What does he mean by that?

Dominic: He means he's been on the controls correcting Blaze's mistakes.

Blaze: But I've been up there doing it for the cameras, and I'm gonna do it for Mona! Either that or you can use your--your choppers to haul tourists around Disneyland.

Blaze: But I've been up there doing it for the cameras, and I'm gonna do it for Mona! Either that or you can use your--your choppers to haul tourists around Disneyland.

Dominic: Oh, yeah?

Blaze: Yeah.

Dominic: Now you listen to me, Mr. Movie Star.

Hawke: Dominic.

Dominic: What?

Hawke: If the man says he can fly, let him. I'll ride shotgun to make it legal.

Blaze: But if you do that, Mona will think that you're flying.

Hawke: I won't touch the controls.

Blaze: If you do.

Hawke: You've got my word on it, Blaze.

[helicopter starts up]

Mona: To tell you the truth, Mitch, I thought your star had finally put it in the fire.

Mitch: Blaze? Come on, he's a straight guy. You know that.

Mona: Oh, yeah. So what's the other guy doing in the chopper?

Mitch: Hawke? Strictly for insurance purposes. We could never get coverage on Blaze for something like this.

Mitch: See, Hawke's hands and feet are off the controls.

[Mitch laughs]

Blaze: Ready?

Hawke: You're the pilot.

Blaze: (laughs) Right.

Blaze: What's wrong?

Hawke: Not enough left pedal.

Hawke: That's too much left pedal.

Mona: What's that stunt called?

Dominic: Well, it--it doesn't have a name. You don't normally see that unless you've lost a tail rotor.

Mitch: There he is.

Blaze: Hawke, I'm gonna land now.

Hawke: You're the pilot.

Blaze: You can back me a little if you want, Hawke.

Mitch: Where is he?

[engine roaring]

Dominic: There!

Blaze: Hawke!

Mona: What is that?

Dominic: A hammerhead stall.

Mona: Is it safe?

Dominic: I don't know. I've never seen a helicopter do one.

[engine roaring] [people laughing]

Mona: I always did say you had a lot of guts, Blaze.

[all continue laughing]

Summer Palace, Kafir, Libya

[gun fires]

Mark: Moffet, don't do this.

Mark: Leave him alone.

[gun fires]

Mark: Stop it! This is perverted.

Moffet: There's nothing wrong with a little perversion, Mark, just so long as you don't hurt yourself.

[gun fires] [man screams] [water splashing]

Moffet: Look, two out of three isn't bad.

[men chattering] [gun clicking]

Kamal: Dr. Moffet, you are looking more and more like an Arab with each passing day.

Moffet: Actually, I am getting more and more bored. think I would like to go to Tripoli tonight.

Kamal: Whatever you desire, Doctor. Perhaps you could do us a favor first. Our beleaguered freedom fighters in Chad are being assaulted by the most brutal and barbaric weapons in the imperialistic French arsenal. Their reputation for life--

Moffet: What exactly is it that your leader would like me to do?

Kamal: To remove a French Mirage or two from the sky.

Moffet: Oh, really? Is that all?

Kamal: For now, Doctor.

Moffet: Very well. At least it will relieve the boredom.

Kamal: Excellent, Doctor, excellent. I am curious. What would happen if a bullet were to enter the intakes?

Moffet: Nothing. I deliberately designed them with armored mesh shields.

Kamal: And the windshield is bulletproof, and the body armor-plated.

Moffet: What is your point, Major?

Kamal: My point, Doctor, is that in the desert we have a saying: A lion can be killed by the jackal if the jackal knows where to bite. Where does a jackal bite a wolf?

Moffet: Come here. Just here. This is the, uh, mid-air refueling intake. Now, one bullet up there, and the whole thing would blow up.

Moffet: But not, I guess, today.

Kamal: You are insane, Doctor.

Moffet: Actually, no. I'm just quite bored.

[gun firing]

Airwolf in the air

Mark: I have a target bearing 052 relative. Angels five. Speed, 400 knots.

Moffet: Is he radar searching?

Mark: Stand by, one. Negative radar search.

Moffet: What type aircraft?

Mark: Scanning. Got it. It's a Mirage.

Moffet: Bring the attack computer online and stand by for turbo ignition.


Mark: Target at seven miIes, bearing 050 reIative. Still at Angels five. He doesn't see us.

Moffet: Deploy the A.D.F. pod.

Mark: Deployed.

Moffet: Now hold it right there. Thank you.

[Airwolf launches missile. Explosion.]

Moffet: And that, gentlemen, is another victory for Khadafy's revoIutionary forces in Chad.

[Moffet laughing]

On board Santini Air Jetranger

Hawke: I'm sorry about that, Dominic.

Dominic: For what? Losing that job? Hell, I ain't had so much fun since your dad took old Purdy up in his P-40. [laughs] We were ferrying them, see, over the hump to Chennault.

Hawke: The FIRM's got a job for me.

Dominic: I thought you quit fIying for them.

Hawke: They're going to go after Saint John.

Dominic: Don't do this to yourseIf, String. You don't love your brother any more than I do.

Dominic: If I thought it'd heIp, I'd go to Nam and hunt for him myseIf. But it won't. He's gone and you've got to let him go. Like I did.

Hawke: Dom, I need your heIp.

Dominic: Doing what?

Hawke: Well, for starters, you've got to get to Libya.

Dominic: Oh, sure, I'II just, uh Libya? Hey, that's Khadafy's sand pile. He doesn't like us, String.

Hawke: We don't like him, either. Will you do it?

Dominic: Well, let's see. Tony Boswick's got a charter fIying oil rigs to Libya from England. I couId probably fly co-piIot on one of his flights. Sure, I can do it.

Dominic: Hey, but why can't I go with you?

Hawke: I don't want the FIRM to know you're backing me.

Dominic: I am liking this less and less. What're we gonna do? Kidnap Khadafy?

Hawke: Nothing that simple.

Hawke's cabin

[Jetranger lands]

Gabrielle: Archangel wouldn't let them take it. He didn't want the FIRM to take your art, but the committee overruled him.

Hawke: Why?

Gabrielle: You turned down $1 million. That made them nervous.

Hawke: In exchange for Saint John.

Gabrielle: Well, that frightened them even more.

Hawke: They're not even going to try, are they?

Gabrielle: The FIRM will do all it can to find your brother. They're concerned you won't take the mission till they have something tangible. They can't wait.

Gabrielle: You're the only man besides Moffet who's flown Airwolf. You're the only one who has a chance to get it back.

Hawke: Why didn't Archangel stay to tell me himself?

Gabrielle: He was called back to Washington. Besides, I was always the one who was going to brief you.

Hawke: Maybe. Maybe he knew I'd take him apart.

[Tet whimpers] [whimpering]

Hawke: Did Tet put up a fight?

Gabrielle: No.

Hawke: Smart dog.

At the Red Castle Bar

[music pIaying] [music continues pIaying] [men laughing]

Kamal: I don't understand what you Westerners see in women with such skinny bodies. In the desert, a body like this would wither and die in a matter of hours.

Moffet: After a few hours with such a body, what would it matter?

[music pIaying]

Moffet: I want her.

Kamal: That will be difficult. We believe she is an American spy.

Moffet: Perhaps I can question her for you.

Kamal: I could do that. Of course, Brother Khadafy was most pleased with your exploits this afternoon against the French on behalf of our beleaguered freedom fighters in Chad. Your destruction of two French Mirage fighters will be told about in the camps of our people until the desert sand turns to water.

Moffet: But it's still not enough to pay for her.

Kamal: There are many women here who are just--

Moffet: What is?

Kamal: An American destroyer.

Moffet: [laughing] Done.

Hawke's cabin

Gabrielle: Her name is AngeIa. She is a dancer at the Red Castle. You're not listening, Stringfellow.

Gabrielle: She's our contact in Tripoli.

Hawke: Where does Archangel get them?

Gabrielle: He found me when I was 15.

Hawke: That was a rhetorical question.

Gabrielle: According to Angela, Airwolf's located along the coast west of Tripoli. And we have reason to believe it's been used against the French in Chad. A Mirage fighter was shot down yesterday over the desert there.

[fishing rod creaks]

Hawke: Sit down! Hand me that net.

Gabrielle: Ha! lt's beautiful!

Hawke: Yeah? About three pounds.

Gabrielle: Um, now put it back. It's beau I couldn't eat that. it's beautiful. You can't kill it. Put it back, okay? Please.

Gabrielle: You're eating the poor thing just to spite me.

Gabrielle: I suppose you think I'm being stupid.

Hawke: Yeah.

Gabrielle: I know people eat fish. I eat fish. It's just that trout was very beautiful.

Hawke: Yeah, I think I understand.

Gabrielle: Do you?

Hawke: Well, you just like to eat ugly fish.

Gabrielle: I don't know. Maybe that's it.

Hawke: You know, like sole. You know, sole has two eyes on one side of his head. That is an ugly fish.

Gabrielle: Yeah, I like sole.

Hawke: And pig. That's not one of God's most beautiful creatures, but I bet you like pork.

Gabrielle: Yeah, pork's okay.

Hawke: And lamb? Yeah.

Gabrielle: I love lamb.

Hawke: Cute, cuddly, woolly little lambs.


Gabrielle: You know, anyone who would teach a dog to Ugh!

On board Airwolf, the sea off Libya

Chuck: Another fishing boat. 12 o'clock.

Markl: We are being radar scanned.

Markl: Able to absorb 93% of the signal/ It's American navaI frequencies.


Chuck: The radar is emanating from a Knox-class destroyer.

Moffet: Bring a Bullpup on the line.

Chuck: It's an American destroyer, Moffet.

Moffet: Bring a Bullpup on the line.

Markl: For God's sake, Moffet, they're Americans.

[missile launches]

[alarm sounding]

Chuck: MissiIe is five miIes from target. Four miies. Three. Two. One. The missile is detonated.


Transcript for Part 2

Hawke's cabin

[screeching] [cello playing] [eagle screeching]

Gabrielle: That was lovely. You know, it's obvious you studied with culture.

Hawke: You seem to know everything about me.

Gabrielle: No, I don't. I knew you played the cello well. I didn't know you serenaded eagles.

Hawke: I'm trying to get her to trust me. To make her understand I won't hurt her if she gets close.

[Jetranger approaches]

Dominic: String, if you don't teach that mutt to keep out of my way, so help me, I'm gonna land on him! [panting]

Hawke: You know, I wouldn't want to tell anyone where to land.

Dominic: And you could've given me a hand.

Gabrielle: He's not big on helping hands. But I am. Hey, let me take one of those.

Dominic: No, no, no, no, no. I don't believe in women's lib.

Gabrielle: Excuse me?

Dominic: I-- I like, uh, I like the sexes the way God intended them.

Gabrielle: The way God intended them?

Hawke: I wouldn't press him, Gabrielle. You won't like the answers.

Dominic: Well, I guess I'm old-fashioned, but, uh, that's my privilege, right?

Gabrielle: Right. So long as you've got some red meat in there.

Dominic: Oh, I got steaks, and chops, and burgers, and all of it. [chuckles] Well, Tet and I end up eating most of them, but, uh, we keep hoping.

Gabrielle: Bless your heart. I haven't had anything but vegetables for six days.

Dominic: Six days? Oh.

Gabrielle: Wow! I was beginning to feel like a carrot.

Hawke: You could have been a beautiful fish.

Gabrielle: Cute.

Hawke: Hey, Dom, I think I found a canyon deep enough to do that crop duster chase.

Dominic: Huh?

Hawke: For Bellisario's film.

Dominic: Oh.

Hawke: It will only take an hour or so. You wanna fix dinner?

Gabrielle: Sure. How do you like your steak?

Dominic: Oh, no, no, no. Count me out. I'm heading for the field just as soon as we get back.

Hawke: Just put on two.

Gabrielle: Two?

Hawke: Yeah, one for Tet and one for you.

Hawke: Oh, yeah, and, uh, and catch me a trout.

Dominic: Ha! Nice meeting you, Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: Yeah, you, too, Mr. Santini.

[chuckles] [door closes]

Gabrielle: Well, how do you like your steak, Tet? [whines]

On board the Santini Air Jetranger

Dominic: I Iike her, String. A littIe skinny maybe, but I Iike her.

Hawke: Yeah, She'll be thrilled to hear that.

Dominic: Yeah, but don't tell her the Skinny part.

Hawke: Did you get in touch with Tony Boswick?

Dominic: Get in touch? He kept me on the phone for over an hour. From England, yet. And with me paying. He remembered the time that he and your dad and I got drunk in Towbridge after the Schweinfurt raid, and we stole a pig from a nunnery.

[Dominic laughing]

Dominic: We took him back to the field, fed him eight boxes of prunes, and locked him in Gen. Baxter's office, [laughing] overnight. Well, the next morning, that office was [laughing] [Dominic stops laughing] I guess you had to be there.

Hawke: When does Boswick's charter fly to Libya?

Dominic: Every Friday. He's gonna have his engineer call in sick at the last second and I'll replace him.

Dominic: But he can only pull it off once. More than that, the Libyans will get suspicious.

Hawke: Once is all we'll need.

Hawke: I'll fly to Tripoli a week from Wednesday. If you come in the Friday after that, it will give me two days to set things up.I'll meet you in a club called the Red Castle.

Dominic: The Red Castle. Okay.

Hawke: How long till we get there? About an hour.

Dominic: This is it. Valley of the Gods. Even the Indians don't come up here.

Hawke: Can you blame 'em? It's cold.

Dominic: [laughing] There's always a little snow up here, even in summer.

Dominic: Sure would be a bad place to go down. They'd never find you.

Hawke: That's just what I'm looking for. Some place to get lost.

Dominic: Well, I've got that.

Hawke: How far down does it go? I don't know.

Dominic: I never hovered into it before.

Hawke's cabin

[Jetranger lands]

Hawke: Thanks, Dom. It's perfect.

Dominic: Anytime, String, anytime.

Hawke: Hey, Tet. You tell her how you want your steak? That smells so good, I'm almost tempted to....

Archangel: Hope you don't mind. Since you don't eat meat, I didn't want it to go to waste.

Hawke: Where's Gabrielle?

Archangel: I sent her ahead. We're moving up the timetable. Four hours ago, one of our destroyers went down in the Gulf of Sirte. The press is being told that a missile went off in the magazine. That it was an accident. It was Airwolf.

Hawke: Damn it.

Archangel: The President used slightly stronger language. We've got 48 hours to recover Airwolf or they're sending in the Marines.

Archangel: The Russians have a missile task force shadowing our carrier group in the Med.

Archangel: If we invade Libya, chances are it'll mean World War Three. [burping] Damn, that was a good steak.

Archangel: There's our ride. I've got 10 hours to get you to Paris to catch a flight to Libya. I'll have someone stay here to watch the place, take care of your dog.

Hawke: Tet takes care of himself.

Hawke: Why'd you leave Gabrielle here last week?

Archangel: To brief you.

Hawke: What about my art collection?

Archangel: [sighs] I'm sorry about that, Hawke. I told the committee it was the wrong thing to do.

Hawke: I might have taken it out on her.

Archangel: You didn't, did you?

Hawke: No.

[cutlery crashing]

Hawke: I saved it for you.


[airplane landing] [P.A. announcement in French]

Faye: Stringfellow Hawke?

Hawke: Yeah.

Faye: Strip out of your clothes, please. Your flight suit, take it off. We only have 16 minutes.

Faye: Your name is Michael Derrick.

Hawke: I was briefed as Dr. Ted Burger.

Faye: Dr. Burger was to go to work next Wednesday. The FIRM had to pick another man on this flight.

Faye: As near as we can tell, Michael Derrick has never gone to school or worked with any of the other passengers.

Hawke: As near as you can tell?

Faye: Ten hours is rather short notice, Mr. Hawke. Follow me, please.

Faye: He's been working in a remote section of Argentina for five years and went to college in Australia. I don't think you'll run into anybody who knows him. I've had his background capsulized in story form. Chapter 10. Try to read it before you speak to anyone on the plane.

Hawke: Latin LoverS?

Faye: I told you, I only had 10 hours. You've 40,000 francs, a driver's license, girlfriend's photo, love letter from her and 10 minutes to catch your flight.

Faye: Thank you. I was able to get clothing in your sizes.

Faye: Of course, it's used. Even the underwear, I'm afraid.

Hawke: I never wear underwear.

[men speaking French]

Faye: You're on Air Libya, Flight 2.

Faye: One more thing. Angela is dead.

Hawke: How?

Faye: We don't know. Her family simply received a wire notifying them of her death. We're hoping it was an accident.

Hawke: Hoping? If the Libyans made her and she talked, they'll know I'm coming.

Faye: We don't think they do.

Hawke: You don't think?

Faye: There was no time to check. All we could do was to send in another operative who was familiar with the situation.

Hawke: What other operative?

Red Castle Bar

[music playing]

Moffet: Is this one a spy, too?

Kamal: Probably. She was supplied by the same theatrical agency as Angela.

Moffet: Angela was very fragile.

Kamal: This one appears to be a little more substantial.

Moffet: Are you going to be questioning her?

Kamal: Eventually.

Moffet: Perhaps I could be of help.

Dressing Room at Red Castle Bar

Hawke: You all right?

Gabrielle: Yeah, I'm fine.

Hawke: What the hell are you doing here?

Gabrielle: My job.

Hawke: It was Angela's job, too.

Gabrielle: I know. The girls said they found her in the desert. He tortured and killed her, the same as he did to those other girls at White Sands.

Gabrielle: You were right about Moffet. It wasn't the money. He stole Airwolf so he could come here and do exactly what he wanted with women.

Hawke: Probably.

Gabrielle: If I see him, I'm gonna kill him.


Hawke: Where's Airwolf?

Gabrielle: It's at Kafir. That's Khadafy's summer palace on the coast. Mirabelle has an oil pumping station next to it.

Gabrielle: Angela arranged papers and a truck for the two of you to get in. Here's the address. There are guns under the seat. I'll meet you there by 2:00.

Hawke: How do I get from the pumping station into the palace?

Gabrielle: Along the beach. What do you mean I? We're in this together.

Hawke: You're on the next Air Force flight out of here.

Gabrielle: The hell I am.

Hawke: I can fly Airwolf, you can't. Either you're on that flight, or I am.

Gabrielle: You're not serious? Stringfellow, I'm not like the others. I'm not going to die on you. I'm gonna live to be an old woman-- 130 easy. I won't die, I promise.

Gabrielle: Damn you. Oh, I didn't mean that.

Hawke: I know. I know.

Gabrielle: I'll go. If you don't come back, I don't know.

Hawke: I always come back, Gabrielle. That's the problem.


Dominic: Hey, mister.

Dominic: Wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, it's me.

Hawke: You weren't supposed to be here till Friday.

Dominic: Oh. Then I'll go back.

Dominic: Hey.

[chuckling] [police radio chattering]

Dominic: Uh-oh. Hold it. Police.

[dog barking] [police radio chattering] [speaking Arabic]

Dominic: Well, I caught the news about that destroyer. I figured Airwolf might be behind it, so I flew out to the cabin and found Tet making eyes at some cute little thing in white who said she was housesitting for you.

Dominic: Didn't take a genius to figure out what happened, you know.

Hawke: How long have you been here?

Dominic: Oh, a couple of hours. I hung around in the club for a while, but too many guys started asking too many questions. So I decided to stay out in the alley. You always did like to take the back way out of bars.

Hawke: It's nice to see you, too, Dom.

Hawke: You think you can get this thing started?

Dominic: Hey, piece of cake.

Hawke: You sure are confident.

Dominic: The keys are in it.

Dominic: And you know something, String? I could've sworn one of those dancing girls was Gabrielle.

Hawke: It was.

Dominic: Oh. She going out with us?

Hawke: Ahead of us.

Dominic: Oh. You know, girls didn't move like that when I was young.

Hawke: Dom

Dominic: [laughing] Boy. Of course, there was this one that we met in Brazil in '43, your old man and l. Ooh, she could vibrate like a jackhammer. And she was as cute as a bug in a rug. Your old man thought that--

Hawke: Dom, just start the car.

Dominic: Huh? Oh, sure, sure.

[engine starts]

Dominic: Like I was sayin', your old man thought she was the greatest thing since peanut butter. [Dominic laughing]

Dominic: Of course, he hadn't met your mom yet. Anyway, we had 48 hours before jumping off for Africa in a couple of B-17 s we were ferrying to Rabat, when all hell broke loose.

Red Castle bar

[door opens]

Kamal: Drop your hand.

Gabrielle: I can't see a thing.

Kamal: Name.

Gabrielle: You have my passport.

Kamal: Name.

Gabrielle: Gabrielle Ademaur.

Kamal: Occupation.

Gabrielle: God. I don't believe this.

Kamal: Just answer my question.

Gabrielle: I'm a hoofer.

Kamal: A hoofer?

Gabrielle: Yeah, it's a dancer.

Kamal: Gabrielle. If that is your real name

Gabrielle: You're damn right it's my real name.

Kamal: We know you are a spy for the FIRM.

Gabrielle: Oh, God. You people, you are really paranoid. Just because I'm American doesn't mean I'm a spy, okay? I'm a dancer. I'm under contract to Mirabelle Oil. I'd like to see someone from the American Embassy now.

Kamal: There is no American Embassy in Tripoli.

Gabrielle: Then I'd like to see someone who'll listen to reason.

Moffet: Perhaps I can be of some help.

Off the Libyan coast

[radio chatter]

Tomcats on radio: Eagles airborne. Altitude eStabliShed 4,500, heading 040.

Controller: Angels 10, heading 170.

Archangel: Straight at the Libyan coast. You trying to egg them out?

Carrier Captain: There's no need for that, sir. If your boys don't get that chopper in four hours, our boys go in and blow it away.

Faye: Our boys, Captain, include women, one of whom has already given her life on this mission.

Carrier Captain: I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just a figure of speech.

Contoller: Eagle patrol at angels 40.

Tomcats radio: Eagle, 180 video.

In the Libyan desert

Moffet: It's funny, isn't it? All this--this hot sand and yet you can--you can see the blue waters of the Mediterranean just a few miles away. Hmm? Would you like a little?

Gabrielle: Yes, I'd like a little.

Moffet: A little you shall have.

[helicopter approaches]

On the road to Kafir

[helicopter overflies a jeep]

Dominic: Hey, what the hell is it?

Hawke: A TU-36 Dodger. It's Russian-made.

Dominic: You see those air-to-air missiles?

Hawke: Yeah.

Dominic: You know, String, in the past two hours we've seen tanks, anti-aircraft guns, sand missile sites, and now a gunship.

Hawke: You wanna chicken out?

Dominic: Yeah.

Hawke: So do I.



Hawke: Try French.

Dominic: Buon giorno.

Hawke: That's ltalian.

Dominic: I don't speak French.

[speaking ltalian] [speaking ltalian]

Dominic: Si.

[speaking ltalian]

Dominic: The papers are for next Saturday.

[Dominic speaking ltalian] [Dominic continues to speak ltalian] [laughing] [speaking Italian]

Dominic: Grazie. Grazie molto Molto gentile.

Dominic: See, everybody speaks Italian.

Hawke: Yeah, except me.

Dominic: If you and Saint John had only studied Italian like I asked you. But, no, you got a hard head.

Hawke: Dom.

Dominic: Eh?

In the desert

Moffet: You are very beautiful.

Moffet: Well, perhaps not at the moment, but you can be again.

Moffet: The water is so blue, so cool. Would you like me to take you to it? We could-- we could be there in 10 minutes. But that would be cruel. The Mediterranean is very salty.

At Kafir

Mark: Where's Gordon?

Mark: Come on, Chuck. You can't just swim, eat grapes, and play around all the time.

Chuck: What's the matter with you?

Mark: [exclaims] I just talked to Capt. Ben Mofta. He said Moffet has, uh, has that dancer from the Red Castle staked out to a sand dune somewhere, torturing her.

Chuck: So what? She's nothing to us.

Hawke: Well, she is to me.

In the desert

Moffet: Of course, there is still time for me to save you, Gabrielle.

Moffet: I mean, you may scar a little, but isn't that better than dying? Would you like me to save you, Gabrielle?



[horn honks] [speaking Arabic]

Kamal: Moffet?

Hawke: He's inside.

Kamal: You were told to stand down.

Hawke: Check flight.

Kamal: Just a minute.

Hawke: Start the engines.


Kamal: Charles, why do you have your helmet on in this heat? Lift your visor.

Dominic: Start it, he says.

Kamal: Lift your visor.

Dominic: Ah!

[Airwolf engines start]

[guns firing] [speaking Arabic]

Hawke: Give me the chain guns and the A.D.F. pod.

Hawke: Offensive weaponS paneI.

Dominic: Right rear! Guns one and two. Set.

[Airwolf fires machine guns]


Dominic: God in heavenS!

Hawke: Yeah.

[Airwolf lifts off]

Over the desert

Hawke:See anYthing?

Dominic: Uh, nothin'. But I ain't Sure I'm working it right, either.

Hawke: Tracks.

Dominic: Hey, String. Ha, ha, I got it working. Yeah, I can see real good.

Dominic: Ha, ha. HeY, I-- I can see.... Oh, my God.

Hawke: Bring the canteen in the port storage bin.

Hawke: Gabrielle.

Hawke: Oh, easy, baby, it's over.

Gabrielle: String.

Hawke: It's okay.

Hawke: It's gonna be all right.

Gabrielle: String. [trying to talk] I was going to call. But Moffet....

Hawke: I know. I understand.

Gabrielle: I wanted to see the eagle.

Hawke: You will.

Gabrielle: I remember you and the eagle all the time. All the time.

Hawke: Gabrielle. Gabrielle.

Hawke: No. She promised me, damn it! She promised me.

Pursuit of Moffet

[Airwolf music]

[Gunship launches rockets]


[Airwolf launches missle. Gunship explodes.]

[Another gunship explodes]

[Machine guns. Another gunship explodes]

[SAMs and tanks fire]

[SAM launches. Explosion.]

[Airwolf hovers up]

[Airwolf launches missiles. Multiple explosions.]

Dominic: String, it's done.

On the carrier off the Libyan coast

Archangel: (on the phone) I'm afraid we've lost him. He definitely cleared Libyan airspace. Two F-1 4s from the Enterprise were escorting him back when he disappeared.

Archangel: I don't give a damn what the committee thinks. This time we're gonna do it my way or you can kiss Airwolf goodbye permanently. [slams phone]

Archangel: Could we borrow one of your F-14s?

Hawke's cabin

[Jetranger lands, lifts off.]

[Tet whines.]

Hawke: Yeah.

Archangel: The committee finally saw it my way. Where did you hide it, Hawke? ln the mountains? The desert? At that junkyard Santini calls an airfield? I know he was with you in Libya. It'll be our little secret.

Archangel: But you've got to return it or they'll throw you in a hole so deep, it'll take sunlight a month to reach you.

Hawke: It's wired. If I don't make a phone call every 24 hours, it's a goner.

Archangel: I told the committee you'd do something like that.

Hawke: And I told you I want Saint John.

Archangel: Yeah. The President is very upset to say nothing of the joint Chiefs of Staff, the Secretary of Defense, the FBl, the National Security Council. Hell, probably the Boy Scouts.

Archangel: But the only one not upset is me. We built it, lost it, recovered it. Well, sort of. You were working for us. And now we've lost it again.

Archangel: Hell, even if you were to give it back, there's no way the President would ever let the FIRM use it.

Hawke: I'm not giving it back. At least, not for this.

Archangel: I know. But, Hawke, as long as you've got Airwolf, Uncle Sam's minions have to keep looking for your brother.

Archangel: They also have to try to get it back from you. That's just the way the game's played.

Hawke: [sighs] So?

Archangel" The Firm can help you, let you know what the other agencies are doing to entrap you, supply you with funds, lots of things.

Hawke: In exchange for using Airwolf on official business.

Archangel: Well, it's the only way we're gonna get to use it. And probably the only way you won't get caught.

[helicopter approaches]

Hawke: Here's your ride.

Archangel: [sighs] I always said you had better ears than a snooper mike. Well, think about it. Then give me a call.

Archangel: Did she suffer?

Hawke: [sighs] What difference does it make?

Archangel: Damn it! I sent her out there, I want to know.

Hawke: No. No, she didn't suffer.

Archangel: Thank God for that.

[cello pIaying] [eagle screeching] [Eagle screeching]