Iron Eagle III

They're off, ladies and gentlemen! There they go!

Classic world war ii aircraft!

The axis vs. The allies!

The spitfire of capt. Nigel Palmer vs. The messerschmitt

of major Ernst leichman!

And Japan's jiro horikoshi in the zero

vs. Our own colonel "chappy" sinclair

in the p-38 lightning!

Hello.

Hey, I wouldn't have thought you had the power for a snap roll.

Stockman has goosed it up a bit and added a few other little goodies.

Still, no match for the spit, I'm afraid.

Her guns have been updated by dassault

and her snout's been re-engined by Rolls-Royce. - Oh, really?

Well, don't look now, but her butt is about to be reamed by lockheed.

You read and countered so soon.

Ha, looky here. It looks like Tokyo is hot to trot.

It appears your shooter had a case of premature ejection.

Very unusual maneuver.

Don't you remember?

Zeros were famous for it over midway

and p-51s used to counter with this move.

Whoo! Ha-ha!

Another spectacular victory for colonel "chappy" sinclair.

There's colonel jiro horikoshi acknowledging defeat.

Let's hear it for the red, white and blue!

And now the spitfire

battle of britain pilot Nigel Palmer

vs. Germany's Ernst leichman, flying the messerschmitt 109!

Reenact the life and death

struggle above england in the 1940s.

They're begging for a spectacle, you bloody kraut!

Let's give them one.

All right, limey!

Mind your elbows, mein herr.

By the looks of this,

it could be a close one. Hold onto your hats!

Those boys are gonna

give me a heart attack!

Ladies and gentlemen, I swear,

I didn't know they were gonna do that.

Chock up another kill for major Ernst leichman.

Tomorrow is our

last show of the season, ladies and gentlemen.

The axis and the allies fly again.

Really hope y'all can join us.

We still have a few tickets for tonight's end-of-season party.

Your chance to meet the aces, so hurry.

Now don't go committing harakiri, su.

You'll get me next time.

No, you are too pretty to die.

Excuse me.

- Colonel? - Yep.

Ramon morales just crashed in the Gulf.

Is he all right?

He's dead, chappy.

Dead?

When, how?

I don't know. All I know is a whole bunch

of suits just flew in from Houston.

General Simms wants you back on the base, now.

Su, you tell stockman that there's been an accident.

I'll try and be back tonight.

I want more trucks, more jeeps,

and 50 more armed guards.

We move again so soon?

A small incident has transpired.

The DEA may become bothersome.

So, why take the risk?

We simply move higher up into the mountains.

Ask the mayor when we will finish

packaging this consignment.

He says, "very quickly, perhaps two days."

But he pleads with you to release

his daughter.

Tell him unless he gets back to work quickly,

I will kill his daughter in front of him.

Up in the mountains, good workers are hard to find.

Maybe this time, we should take the loss.

Impossible. They've seen the markings on the planes.

No, these people have served

this land well, Juanito.

In five days' time, we shall bury them in it.

Flight commander findlay, report to operations.

Coast guard find the body too?

Most of it. The medics are doing an autopsy.

His personal things are over here.

Do you know these people, colonel?

I didn't catch your name.

Oh, I'm Warren Crawford.

That's his family.

Kid brothers, dad, sister.

She went to ucla on

an athletic scholarship.

This picture was taken the day she graduated.

He's from a little village

in the Peruvian mountains.

His father's the mayor.

He has an aunt living here in brownsville,

but that's all in your files.

Anybody tell her?

She's been informed.

Uh, poor people, aren't they?

Very poor.

Had to work their butts off

to make something of themselves.

We think he was shot down by the Colombian cocaine cartels.

They had to get to one of us sooner or later.

We're out there tracking them all the time.

Morales was in competition with them.

They don't like that.

What the hell's that supposed to mean?! Who are you?

I'm the station chief, DEA, Houston.

Chappy,

I think you better take a look at his auxiliary fuel tank.

Damn! I don't believe this.

Where's his flight recorder? Who was with him?

I was, colonel.

Just a routine interdiction mission.

Over sector seven, he said he had orders

from you to fly a classified pattern.

We would rendezvous one hour after break-off.

I never gave those orders.

I wouldn't know about that, sir.

He broke off over the Yucatan.

I got his mayday 45 minutes later.

By the time I got there,

there was nothing but wreckage, sir.

Gulfsat confirm this?

They were all flying for ev tests.

DEA intends to run a full investigation on this, colonel.

We'll want to talk to you again, so...

The DEA isn't running any full investigations on my command!

And it's god damn well not gonna harass any of my senior officers!

Well, sir, there's no way

morales was operating alone,

not with a quarter of a billion worth of cocaine in his tank.

Maybe, maybe not, but this kind of scandal

makes headlines the Pentagon doesn't like

one damn bit!

The services prefer to clean their own houses, Mr. Crawford.

I'll launch my own little look-see into this matter.

Excuse me, sir, but DEA does have

jurisdiction on this case.

You're on a military installation, son!

The only thing that has jurisdiction around here

is the star on my shoulder.

Take your people back to Houston,

and I'll see you get a full report.

You're late!

We're clear.

Gulfsat reports that DEA is tightening surveillance

on fighter aircraft in the entire area.

Your moment of madness could have placed

the entire operation in jeopardy.

I had no choice. Morales was running scared.

He threatened to go to colonel sinclair.

Just as well I have a contingency plan, isn't it, captain?

Give me the code numbers.

Lima-Romeo-654.

They have to touch down by 0500.

Escovez!

The jackhammer flight leaves for lethridge at midnight.

We must begin loading immediately.

Use all available personnel.

But then his number came up

and he was gone with the draft

he's in the army now

a-blowin' reveille

he's the boogie woogie

hip-hop boy of company b.

Give me a blazing sun,

the occasional

cloud for cover,

and I'll shoot the ass off of any aircraft flying.

Well, maybe next year Arthur will send you up

against an f-16 or a mirage.

Call it the battle of the generation gap.

Ach! Flying computers, captain.

In our day, it used to be the man, not the machine.

Technology is no match for seasoning.

Damn shame you missed it, chap.

Well, don't hold my youth against me.

By the time I was old enough to join up,

there was nothing but missiles and mach speed.

Very fine beer.

May have to import it for company cafeteria.

I was told you worked for an aerospace firm,

but I didn't fancy you were its caterer.

He's chairman of the board.

What do you say we press a little flesh, gentlemen?

You know, mix and mingle. Work the crowd.

You know, this little party could line us up

some real supporters for next year's show.

Well, count me out.

When I retire, I'm gonna buy myself

a little ranch and a big hammock.

I'm gonna sit around all day working on my tan.

10 will get you 20 that will last about a week.

When this batch is dry, use these people to help with the packaging.