Airwolf

Airwolf, Hawke.

That's my brother.

That's Saint John.

I'm here to find out about Saint John Hawke.

Saint John bought it.

Major Rivers.

Uncle Dom was like a father to all three of us.

I want Airwolf.

The Company wants Airwolf back.

Your brother will be flying it.

Be patient.

I have.

How's our parrot? Singing yet?

Not a damn note, sir.

Get him singing, Burke. I want to hear him talk.

Guards.

I'll help him.

I said I'd help him.

Soldier.

Still playing the hero, Hawke?

Any movement from the other side?

Negative.

Let's raise the stakes.

A wind-drift auto-compensator.

Yeah. It's wired into the RPM governor.

Allows for hands-off hovering in really erratic wind conditions.

It's great in air-sea rescue.

Well, if it works, I'm impressed.

I just hope the world market shares that opinion.

Let's see how she handles some high-speed maneuvers.

You know, kid, you're one hell of a pilot. (LAUGHS)

Uncle Dom's one hell of a teacher.

Oh, he's kind of like an old mother hen.

Mmm-hmm. How about some coffee?

I'll join you in a minute, I'm just gonna get the unit out.

I've put it through the best equalizers and noise-reducers money can buy.

That's as good as it's gonna get.

Let's hear it again.

That's my brother.

That's Saint John.

I'll take over from here, Chick.

What the hell is this?

It's called following orders.

You're not going anywhere till I talk to Archangel.

All you're seeing is me.

And you're not gonna see much of that,

if I don't feel some space between us quick.

I want some answers, partner. And I want them now.

Where is Saint John?

I can't hear a word you're saying.

Something stinks here.

If you didn't have orders from the Company,

why are you seizing that stuff?

All right, fellas, take it easy.

He's my problem.

Come with me.

Listen, Hawke.

Archangel has been stationed somewhere in the Far East.

I've taken over your file.

Real nice of him to tell me about it.

Okay, spill it. What's going on?

I really am sorry what happened with your brother.

But you know the scene here.

They don't tell me, I don't tell you.

This says here my brother's still alive.

A scribbled note and a tape so scrambled...

This could be my mother.

Adds up to squat, and you know it.

You know, this isn't my idea of a good time, either.

But according to orders,

you're my pain in the butt and I'm yours.

So you better sit tight.

I'll access our files on Saint John

and verify what I'm saying.

In the meantime, be patient.

I have.

And what was this going to be?

Blowgun?

Though I must confess, you keep me highly amused

wondering what sort of ingenious toy you're going to come up with next.

All made with you in mind.

Airwolf, Hawke. I want to know.

Can't hear you, Bouchard.

Look, I'm tiring of this game.

So with or without your help,

this will end soon.

Got your message out.

You sure of that?

I said so, didn't I?

One problem though. Your friends need proof

that it's really you.

Well, that stuff could've been sent by anybody, couldn't it?

Where's Dom going?

He's on a short cargo run up the coast.

I need to talk to him.

Dr. Davis, telephone, please. Dr. Davis, telephone, please.

I want to see the patient in that room.

I'm sorry but nobody's allowed inside.

I've been listening to that for three days now, and I'm not listening anymore.

Miss Santini?

My name's Locke.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about your uncle,

Dominic Santini, and about Stringfellow Hawke.

What do they have to do with you people?

We had a mutual interest in Airwolf.

I don't know what that is and right now, I'm not in the mood to find out.

So if you don't mind?

Dr. Bruce, telephone, please.

String?

It's me, Jo.

I know you can hear me.

I'm going to stay here until you come out of this.

You and Uncle Dom were the only family I ever had.

I'm not gonna let you go, too.

Rivers?

Major Rivers.

Hello, Locke.

I thought you were supposed to be on some sort of survival training course?

Where are the others?

Oh, they'll catch up in two-three hours.

I'd offer you a drink, but I seem to have run out of glasses.

I've got a new assignment for you.

Sorry. I'm all booked.

Well, get unbooked. You've got yourself a new partner.

Partner.

Orders? Does it say I can't finish my drink first?

Cheers.

You saved my life.

I am indebted.

You don't owe me anything.

We just try and survive.

My tradition demands it!

They are using you.

Something big.

We're all being used here.

As you will.

But preparations are being made to get everyone out,

except yourself.

Something else.

I saw Ackroyd give Bouchard something small and gold.

You mind?

You just blew a perfect deflection shot.

You want to try acting like a Major in the US Air Force?

I've got something to show you. Come here.

Airwolf's capable of Mach speeds, stealth, and whisper modes,

infrared and radar jamming.

Its surveillance equipment is state of the art,

and its weapons are damn near unbeatable.

Think you can fly her?

If it moves, I can fly her.

It's somewhere up the West Coast.

Probably isolated country.

But we got to find her, and fast.

Satellite scanning, multispectral and thermal. Possible.

But not probable.

What do you need? For starters,

complete plans of the ship's offensive, defensive and communications systems.

And that's just for starters.

Good.

Well, you can just sign this, and you can get to work.

What's this? Just sign it.

Good.

Now, you so much as talk about this file in your sleep, and you're history.

Welcome aboard, partner.

I always hated history.

You remember the first time Dom took us up in that junky old chopper?

He shoved the stick in your hands, and I screamed.

And Saint John and you told me to shut up or bail out.

String, I can't do this alone.

You've got to help me.

What? What is it?

Saint John...

Saint John is alive.

Please take Airwolf.

Find him, please.

Please.

Blackjack.

All right. Here we go.

Birth, May 9, 1942.

Go back where you came from, man.

All you gonna get here is grief.

I'm here to see Montrose.

I'm here to talk about Storm Season.

I see I gotta make my point.

Hatch! Bring him in.

Show me your pedigree.

I don't work for the Company anymore.

You should know that.

I'm here to find out about Saint John Hawke, Mr. Montrose.

He's dead.