02x12 - Condemned

[bunniefuu]

(Narrator) Next, on Airwolf.

You got any heat sources?

Are they all dead?

There are Americans still alive.

Send out every available man to take them.

(Michael) Whatever it is,
it's obviously lethal.

The Russians can't control it.

We've got to find out
what is going on up there.

[Caitlin screaming]

Let's go. Come on.

Call off your guards, or we're
all gonna die on this island.

Cruise missiles Hawke, subsonic.

Hawke, you got to hold on.

[people laughing hysterically]

[expl*si*n]

Help! Somebody, help!

[banging]

[man screaming]

[g*n f*ring]

Help!

No! No, no! Stay away!
Stay away! Stay away!

Get back! Get back! Get back!

[screaming]

No!

[g*n f*ring]

(Jennings) [gasping]
Everything got out of hand.

No time left.

[stuttering] Sickness spreads like wildfire.

[panting]

Some die

immediately.

There's madness,

paranoia.

[panting]

Time is running out for us.

[laughing hysterically]

(Michael) It started in Afghanistan,

but we're not sure the Soviet
m*llitary authorized it.

In fact, there's some evidence

that it was an accident or a rogue operation.

The results are the same.

It seems to be biological in nature.

Probably viral.

We've never seen microorganisms this powerful.

In any case, no matter what the agent is,

it's odorless, colorless

and obviously lethal.

Our agents in Kabul grabbed
a vial of the stuff,

had it sent to a super-secret installation

we set up at an old World
w*r II spotting station

in the Aleutians.

It's an isolated island

where we could duplicate
the Afghanistan conditions.

They were trying to create
a counter-agent, an antidote.

You say they were?

Right.

They were also supposed to report regularly.

[beeping]

So far, this is all we've
heard for the past hours.

Sounds like some kind of a code.

Whatever it is, it's coming in
over their assigned frequency,

and we can't break it.

Why don't you just send a team up there?

We already have.

men.

They haven't reported back.

So, you're saying the bacteria's escaped?

Now, we don't know what happened.

When is Santini coming back?

, weeks.

We've got to find out what the
hell is going on up there.

That's why we need Airwolf, and we need it now.

[beeping]

These pictures from Afghanistan
are horrible, Hawke.

(Stringfellow) Well, I wanted you to know

what you might be getting yourself into.

(Caitlin) Hawke, they make me furious.

(Stringfellow) Then why
do you keep looking at them?

Because if I'm angry, I won't be scared.

Are ya?

No.

So am I.

[beeping]

(Stringfellow) Position?

Coming up on the island now, Hawke.

Got it.

Let's take her in.

[beeping]

All quadrants clear.

Here it is.

(Caitlin) Nothing's moving.

(Stringfellow) Try the audio.

[beeping]

(Caitlin) Nothing. Just that same transmission

that we've been picking up ever since we left.

Hawke, look at all the bodies.

You got any heat sources?

No readings at all?

Are they all dead?

Yeah, they're all dead.

I think we ought to set her down in the hills.

[beeping]

Hawke, look at all the bodies.

It's like a nightmare, Hawke.
Almost as though they…

(Stringfellow) They k*lled one another.

Hawke, this man's been sh*t.

Yeah, by this one over here.

The signal's too erratic,
Hawke. I can't trace it.

If anyone's still alive,

we'll locate them at the source of the signal.

Stay here.

Not me.

(Stringfellow) Hey, found a light switch.

[Caitlin screams]

[gasping]

Caitlin, take it easy.

This looks like the main power plant.

(Caitlin) It's just like outside.

It looks like…

like they k*lled each other.

They're all covered with those
same kind of sores, Hawke.

Like those poor people.

You know, the ones in Afghanistan.

Hawke…

I need to get out of here, Hawke.

You're hyperventilating.

Breathe easy. Listen, we'll get out this way.

Sing a song.

[Caitlin singing] ♪ Mary had a little lamb ♪

♪ A little lamb ♪

♪ Little lamb ♪

♪ Mary had a… ♪

[screaming]

Monsters!

[man grunting]

[man screaming]

No!

Stay away.

(Stringfellow) No, we need him alive.

Don't touch me!

[groaning]

[gasping]

Hawke.

Hawke, we're exposed.

He cracked my visor.

(Stringfellow) My suit's torn, too.

Whatever it is, we're in this together.

Hawke, let's get out of these suits quick.

We got to catch that guy.

[man whimpering]

[gasping]

Don't!

Hawke, he jumped.

All we wanted to do was help him.

He's too far gone to understand.

Do you see him?

No, where'd he go?

Like he just walked away.

Oh Hawke, after that fall?

Well, he couldn't live through it.

(Stringfellow) Look.

Get down.

Why? Who are they?

Russians.

How do you know?

[people chattering]

That's a Soviet sub out there.

And that's not the worst part of it.

We can't get to Airwolf.

What are they doing here?

Don't they know they've exposed
themselves to that disease?

Well, they probably heard about the
research facility on this island,

and they're looking for the
same thing we are, an antidote.

Hawke, that's a Russian sub in our waters.

Now, shouldn't somebody know about that?

[sighs]

We gotta find that antidote first.

We'll take care of that when
we get to Airwolf. Come on.

[beeping]

[speaking Russian]

I think they're looking for
the source of the signal.

Well, we couldn't find it, Hawke. How can they?

They won't.

Those hills are full of iron ore.

It deflects the ground signals.

They couldn't find the
source without an aircraft.

They don't have an aircraft Hawke, we do.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, if push comes to shove,
we do whatever we have to.

In the meantime,

I'm gonna try and find
a way through to Airwolf.

You stay here.

Stay warm.

Are you okay?

You're sure?

I'm fine.

[sighs]

[beeping]

[shouting in Russian]

Hey, hey, take it easy, sailor.

[speaking Russian]

Hands up!

Hey, this is no Western movie.

Walk!

Sure.

Well, how did you happen to get into

the land of designer jeans here?

You do know this is US territory?

[speaking Russian]

Hey, look.

I'm trying to be cordial.

But if you want to get uptight…

[speaking Russian]

[g*n f*ring]

[speaking Russian]

Let's get out of here. His friends
must have heard the sh*t.

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[panting]

[chattering]

[gasping]

Benny.

Benny! Come here!

This man needs attention. Now!

Send him back to the sub.

We can't do that, Commander.
This may be the contagion.

He may be infected.

We have no facilities to treat
him on this beach, Lieutenant.

If we send him aboard the sub,

the whole fleet may be infected.

Who knows where it will end?

Very well.

Tell the Medical Officer to do what he can.

And now Lieutenant,

let's find out whether the Americans
have discovered the antidote.

Aren't you forgetting something, Commander?

If we should die,

these facilities will continue
to harbor the contagion.

For months, even years.

Lieutenant Commander Alexandrov.

We are showing early symptoms of the disease.

If a pattern develops,

I may be forced to initiate strike plan beta.

Make the necessary corrections
in m*ssile trajectories

and wait for further instructions, over.

Don't worry, Lieutenant.

If we die here, I'll make sure
this organism dies with us.

Commander Zhukov.

Torgovitch.

Sir, there are Americans still alive.

Where? Near the cliffs, sir.

They evaded the capture.

Send out every available man to take them.

Delay that. Our first priority
is to find that antidote.

If the Americans report our presence here,

it could create an international incident.

If we don't find that antidote,

we won't be alive to worry about it.

Dismissed.

Get down.

They're coming this way.

Let's take cover in here.

Hawke.

(Stringfellow) Jennings Rudolph.

Head of the research team.

Yeah.

Whatever he knew, he took it with him. Come on.

Yeah.

[people chattering]

Cate.

Thanks.

Caitlin!

Look.

It's a video camera.

Here.

…running out for us.

[laughing hysterically]

Whoever you are,

whether you know it or not,

you're dying, too. All of us.

The world is dying.

I have an urge to k*ll

myself.

To k*ll, to k*ll…

k*ll… k*ll other people.

[laughing hysterically]

A psychotic

paranoid

team in the secure lab

thought they had it licked.

Secure lab?

Oh, Margaret,

[panting]

I love you.

Kids,

Stephen, Lucy,

I love you, too.

[sobbing]

Hey.

Are you okay?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Maybe…

maybe we've got a chance if
we can find that secure lab.

I think that's a job you
can safely leave to us.

Lower your weapons, everybody.

I'm Leoni Zhukov,

Commander of the Soviet
Oceanographic Research Vessel,

Maxim Gorky.

This is Lieutenant Elena Loupani,

our Political Officer.

What's the matter, Commander?

You take a wrong turn when
you got to the North Pole?

This man, Professor Rudolph.

He spoke about a secure laboratory.

What can you tell us about it?

I can tell you that this
is United States territory.

And whatever's here belongs to us.

Turn on that machine.

Don't bother.

There's nothing on that tape

that says anything about an antidote,

which is what we're both after.

How could you use a w*apon like that?

You don't even have an antidote!

It may not have been an official test.

Regardless, such an antidote,

if it exists, is the property
of the Soviet Union.

If such an antidote does exist,

it's the property of the world.

The whole world.

One big family of man. Global cooperation.

I had no idea American operatives
harbored such idealism.

Not idealism, survival.

In the long run, perhaps.

But right now, tell us what you know.

Commander,

for us, there is no long run.

(Zlrukov) So it is agreed, Mr. Hawke,

that we will help each
other to find the antidote.

Right.

These mountains are full of a magnetic
ore that deflects all the signals.

We have to find the source
of that transmission.

Narrowing each time,
until we close the triangle.

In order to do that, you have
to get above the mountains.

There is no aircraft on this island.

(Zlrukov) None we have been able to locate.

Caitlin, show them the readings

we took on the approach to the island.

(Stringfellow) Our strongest
readings came from here and here.

These vectors.

And yours?

Show them our readings.

If this is a trick Commander,

I wouldn't want to be in your place.

If we find anybody following
us, our whole agreement's off.

You have my word.

Our first communication is hours.

Let's check in, : , seconds,

seconds, seconds.

Check.

Hawke, good luck to you.

And to wherever you've got
that aircraft hidden,

if we see you are attempting to
escape this island's airspace,

I'll order the sub to blow you out of the sky.

Come on.

Hawke, can we count on them to share
that antidote once we find it?

Listen, we're dying, so are they.

It's just odd that we find
ourselves a little more alike

all of a sudden.

You got a point.

Get the radios ready.

Notify the sub to triangulate
all transmissions.

We should have taken them prisoner.

All we need is their aircraft.

We need their ability to fly it, too.

We need each other.

Is that so hard for you to grasp?

It's not something we do easily.

It's not part of our system, is it?

If it were, would each submarine
have a Political Officer?

Have I gone too far, Comrade?

Perhaps having a fatal illness
loosens the tongue too much.

I am not your enemy, Leoni.

I know, Elena.

I never thought so.

Oh, fantastic!

Look at them down there, Hawke!

I bet their mouths are watering.

Give me turbos.

Turbos.

Coming up on point one. We've got
the signal strong, °.

Take heading , now.

The signal's coming out like spaghetti.

[speaking Russian]

We have got an erratic signal
from ° approximately.

Got it.

[whirring]

(Stringfellow) Signal at nd station, °.

Our sub is attempting
triangulation of your data,

but so far we haven't been
able to pinpoint the source.

[beeping]

Bull's-eye. We found it, Hawke.

(Stringfellow) We've got something, Zlrukov.

Good!

(man speaking Russian)

I have a fix, Lieutenant, °.

This is the place. Get moving.

(Stringfellow) I got some
vehicles on the move down there.

They're trying to b*at us
to the source of the signal.

I told you they couldn't be trusted, Hawke,

but I sure wish I would've been wrong.

Well, don't worry, we can slow ‘em down.

(Stringfellow) Give me the ADF pods.

[all chattering]

(Stringfellow) What's the hurry, guys?

Go ahead, the walk will do
you good. See you up there.

[people chattering]

A dangerous game you played
back there, Mr. Hawke.

If you hadn't moved so prematurely, Commander,

there would've been no reason.

[speaking Russian]

Nikolai!

Commander.

I insist. American property.

[people chattering]

Looks like a dead end.

Wait a minute, Hawke.

When Zeppo was with the act,
there were Marx brothers.

Right. Groucho, Chico,

Zeppo and…

Harpo.

You're right, Comrade.

There's got to be a th rabbit. Let's find it.

Come on, Harpo.

[people chattering]

(Stringfellow) Harpo!

[beeping]

Hello, little fellow.

Hey, I found Harpo, and he's alive.

[all clamoring]

[speaking Russian]

This…

[beeping]

This must be the source
of our mysterious signal.

Look.

"Anti-virus B. Harpo."

"Anti-virus B. Harpo."

[chuckling]

(Zlrukov) I'll take the first injection.

If there is any doubt,
we'll know it soon enough.

[whispering]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[laughing]

[Russian music playing]

[men chattering]

You are more of an adversary than I expected.

Well Lieutenant, learn not
to underestimate people.

I found they can surprise you.

Congratulations, Mr. Hawke.

You, Miss Caitlin, and
Lieutenant Loupani are the last.

Go on Hawke, give him
your arm like a big boy.

Doesn't hurt much.

All is well.

Is it, Zlrukov? Some of your men are missing.

Hawke, what's the matter?

There's a scouting party in the hills.

You just couldn't leave well enough
alone, could you, Commander?

Lieutenant, I haven't ordered that.

I took it into my own hands, Commander.

You seem to have forgotten
where your duties lie.

The technology in your aircraft,

it's too important not to take
it back to the Soviet Union.

Well, it doesn't really matter.

Anyone that even touches that aircraft but me

will find it'll blow itself

and anyone within a -yard
radius straight to hell.

It's a bluff.

Is it, Lieutenant?

Call me. I'll give you the keys myself.

(Caitlin) Hawke, look!

[men chattering]

I'm Dr. Charles Morton,

endocrobiology.

Stringfellow Hawke. I met you earlier.

[stammering] I'm sorry, I don't recall.

I don't think you were exactly
in your best frame of mind.

You look awfully cold.

Thank you.

Our comrades came here for the same
reason we did, to find the antidote.

Fortunately, we managed to
locate it in the nick of time.

You've all taken the serum?

(Stringfellow) Yes.

(Caitlin) Doctor, if you had the antidote,

why are you the only one that survived?

Because the others k*lled each other.

The antidote causes acute paranoia.

[screaming]

[people exclaiming]

My God, it's beginning.

A side effect of the antidote.

Almost as deadly as the disease itself.

Doctor, are there tranquilizers in the lab?

Yes.

If we were to tranquilize each of
you for the next to hours,

then the paranoid phase will pass.

Not me! Nobody touches me!

[speaking Russian]

All of you, throw your
weapons in the ocean, now!

He's right. Do as Hawke says.

You wanna end up like Dr.
Morton's research team? Now!

I order you!

I'll get the sedatives.

What about the patrol guarding Airwolf?

They obey just my orders.

Well then, order ‘em.

No.

Stop. Stop it. Stop it.

Now I understand.

That's a trap. That's an American trap!

There are warplanes, tanks, all around us!

All around us!

Stop him.

This is your Commander! This is
your Commander! It's a trap!

Execute plan beta!

Stop him!

What is plan beta?

A purgative air strike.

This whole side of the island will
be incinerated by cruise missiles.

How long?

to minutes, at most.

Let's get Airwolf.

[men speaking Russian on radio]

You're right.

Submarine is submerging.

No, Captain wouldn't leave us here.

[chuckling] Don't worry, my friends.

Hey, nothing can harm us
anymore. We have antidote.

We have taken an antidote. Nothing.

Torgovitch, you and your men step forward

and throw down your arms.

We have to give you a tranquilizer.

But, Lieutenant, your orders were to…

Do as I say, Torgovitch. There is no time!

There is a side effect to the antidote.

I know what you're trying to make me do.

You're trying make me to betray.

Torgovitch, please.

You! She is one of them! Them!

One of the enemy. Don't you see this?

I'm going to stop you.

[screams]

Torgovitch.

[speaking Russian]

(man) Set detonation for -mile
spread. Come to f*ring depth.

Hawke, can you fly tranquilized
like this? Can you even see?

I gotta try.

(Stringfellow) Do you read anything?

That sub could be anywhere
in , square miles, Hawke.

We're never gonna find it in time.

Then we'll just have to be ready
and see when they pitch at us.

(Caitlin) Some batting practice.

Hawke, they pitched us three.

Cate, hit the ID.

Cruise missiles Hawke, subsonic.

Code name, Seasnake.

[stammering] Cate, where's the other ones?

° degrees, Hawke. Hawke, are you all right?

Hawke, you gotta hold on.

The missiles are only seconds from the target.

[electronic beeping]

Hawke, now. There's no time, Hawke.

Now! Now! There's no time, Hawke!

String, you got ‘em. We're gonna be all right.

Thanks.

[all chattering]

You both took a big chance for us. I…

I won't forget it.

Neither will I, but I'm gonna try.

Till next time.

[chuckling]

I keep thinking about
that man on the television.

Professor Rudolph.

He said, "Sometimes the weapons we
create are worse than we ourselves."

I think we have proved that here.

We've got one last job to do.

Sterilize this island.

Goodbye, my friends.

I'm sorry.

Let's go home.