03x05 - Crossover

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While you are playing:
"Frankie and Annette Go Camping,"

I'm getting my tail trounced.

Look at this place. Is it so
different from the one I left?

I'm sorry the lady is upset, but this
is a matter of national security.

Now get this car through the gate.

Give me full combat mode.

Roger.

You can't escape!

Come out or die in the mine.

What the hell is wrong?

Oh Dom, I'm sorry, did I wake you?

"Did I wake you?"

Come on, don't give me that innocent face.

You did that on purpose.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

No, you didn't wake me.

I didn't?

You worried about String, too?

You'd think it'd get better
after all these years,

but right now I've got butterflies
as big as a space shuttle.

Did you get any sleep?

I've been up and down
all night just like a yo-yo.

I wish we'd just stuck
to the original plan.

You and Hawke zip down to Mexico,

pick up the Janeks, and we're
all here for breakfast.

I just wish I knew

why Archangel suddenly
decided it was too risky

for Airwolf to fly down to the pick-up site.

Yeah. What did he call it?

"A special situation."

What the hellever that means?

He was stonewall’n us.

Dom, why don't we just leave right now,

and get to the new
rendezvous a little early?

It'd be better than
sit’n around here waiting.

I can't do that.

So we have to just let String go it alone?

Look, don't worry about String.

He can take care of himself.

I won't if you won't.

Mr. Hawke, in person at last.

It's so good to be on dry land again.

Yes, we're almost hours
late, we better get going.

My congratulations, Mr. Hawke.

This is a brilliantly
camouflaged helicopter.

Had a little change of plan,

but we’ll get the job done anyway.

Most interesting land here.

We have nothing like this in Czechoslovakia.

Yeah well, Baja's real pretty, but…

there's too many hiding
places down here to suit me.

Yeah, this looks like your cowboy movies,

rustlers, ambushers, sh**t-'em-ups?

I didn't know that Westerns

were popular in Czechoslovakia.

My Mother was American. I used
to live in New York as a child.

When Inge's Mother d*ed,

she returned to Czechoslovakia
to stay with me

against my wishes.

You were my only family, Papa.

Yes, I know, but it was still a mistake.

How long before we reach the helicopter?

Well, we've got a band of
special radar surveillance

we're gonna have to clear.

Probably a couple of hours.

Isn't that a long time
to be out in the open?

A lot longer than I'd like.

At least they won't be
expecting anything like this.

He's right, Inge. You are the laser expert,

he's the security expert.
Just leave it to him.

Damn!

I think we lost ‘em.

Yeah, we probably lost ‘em.

But now they know we're here for sure.

Well, they haven't got us yet, huh?

Mr. Hawke?

Oh! Papa!

Papa!

Papa, are you all right?

Get down! Keep your heads down!

Hang on, we're gonna get out of here now!

Now jump! Now!

Looks rough and deep down there.

I don't think anybody could survive.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

You okay?

Yes, yes, I think so.

Come on.

Well, you saw for yourself.

Maybe I saw what I was supposed to see.

Let's not be in too big a hurry to give up.

You may be right.

But I still think it's a waste of time.

A waste of time?

Victor and Inge Janek are the
top experts in the world

in laser miniaturization.

They have a plan with them

for a high-powered laser
no larger than a briefcase.

So what?

Can you imagine a whole company
of soldiers with such weapons?

All right, all right,
you've made your point.

We will not take anything for granted.

Order more reconnaissance
aircraft into this area.

If they're down there in the
water, that's one thing,

but if they're not,
we can't afford to miss them.

I've got bad news.

We don't know yet whether the
leak was on our end or theirs,

but the whole thing's gone wrong.

How wrong?

Firm operatives in Mexico

indicate that divers discovered the vehicle

assigned to Stringfellow
Hawke in feet of water

off the San Cristobal Cliffs.

They retrieved from the cab
the body of Victor Janek,

dead of g*nsh*t wounds.

And Hawke?

No other bodies were found.

However, both doors
apparently opened on impact.

Severe riptide and substantial
turbulence in the water

make it very likely that other
bodies have been washed out to sea.

Come on, come on, Michael!

What is she trying to say? That String is…

Dom, I wish to God I could
come to some other conclusion,

but I'm not in the fairy tale business.

Every shred of evidence
we've got says that Hawke…

I don't believe it.

I don't, I…

The shortest way is right
up over that mountain.

You up to it?

Why did it have to be Papa?

He loved life, so why
couldn't it have been me?

Inge,

sometimes there just aren't
answers to questions like that.

But don't you understand, he did it for me.

He could've lived in his homeland

until the end of his years
and he d*ed because of me.

I know you're real upset and you're
not thinking too clear right now.

But you're wrong about
your Father's motives.

You're an expert on my Father's motives?

You barely met him.

That's true,

but when I did meet him, I saw a man

that looked like he'd
just got out of prison

and he still had a smile on his face.

Yeah, he risked his life for you,

but he did it for himself, too.

Perhaps.

He looked like a hell of a guy.

Yes, he was.

Come on, let's get going
before it gets too hot.

I don't buy it.

I just don't buy it!

I don't care what Archangel said.

String may be in a jam, I'll buy that.

But he's not dead, not yet.

I knew someth’n was wrong.

I just knew someth’n was wrong, Dom.

You can take all those IFF scanners,

and those matrix scanners,

and those infrared scanners.

But this scanner right here,

this is the one that tells
me that he's not dead.

Not yet.

Okay Dom, he's not dead.

Could you not say it anymore?

Then I'll do better than say it.

Let's go get the Lady.

When we get down there, I'll prove it.

Come on.

Listen,

maybe we can get a ride to Huerco.

You stay here until I make sure it's safe.

Dom, could you say it once more?

Cate, he's not dead. If he was, I'd know it.

Now, give me turbos. Let's go.

Turbos.

Damn!

The choppers are all over us!

You know that…

that did take a lot of guts to
do what you and your Father did.

Some people would say it took more
guts to stay in Czechoslovakia.

You don't really believe that, do you?

I don't know quite what I believe.

Give it time.

Come on, let's go.

Found a place to take a break, anyway.

Oh, good.

Looks like we'll be safe here for a while.

Dom, we're approaching the rendezvous area.

And I'm picking up lots
of other air traffic.

It figures.

We'll have to search for String
while we dodge everybody else.

- Keep me posted, huh?
- Roger.

Take a heading °.

I was born in Czechoslovakia,
so I hold dual citizenship.

My parents separated,

and my Mother brought me
to New York as an infant.

I returned to live with my Father in .

That must've been tough.

I was years old and scared to death.

But Papa was wonderful.

We were so much alike that we
hit it off from the very first.

He was more like my older brother
in many ways than my Father.

He loved to joke.

He could always make me laugh so hard.

He got a tickle or two out of me.

It seemed quite natural that I should
also share his ability in physics.

I was groomed to carry on his research.

We've worked side by side
for the last years.

No more, though. Never again.

Poor Papa.

You could always carry on his work.

Maybe.

Our last project was on
microfilm in Papa's suitcase.

It's gone.

And you can't reconstruct it?

In time, I could.

I'm not sure I want to.

You know Inge, you risked your life

to cross over to our side.

That ought to tell you something.

I thought it did.

Now I don't know.

- Hi.
- Garcia.

You've taken care of the farmer?

My men have him under protective custody,

and unfortunately, he will
be k*lled trying to escape.

A local farmer…

…is looking for a stray cow.

He says he spotted an Anglo man and woman…

…less than an hour ago.

That's excellent!

- Gracias.
- Put everything you've got into that area.

Get back.

You can't escape!

Come out or die in the mine.

Give me full combat mode.

Roger.

- Give me the Copper-Head.
- Roger.

This whole operation was
bogus from the start.

They knew every move we made.

They had planes, helicopters, the works.

I can't believe Archangel
could screw up like that.

It's not his fault, Dom,
he was just a liaison.

The National Security Agency was in charge.

There was some suit named Huffman.

I met him at the briefing.

Bet you'd like to meet him again.

Damn right I would.

I don't suppose you'd want to contact
Archangel right now, would you?

Please, no.

We've had enough spy games for one day.

So, she's completely eluded you, Shrankov?

And you call yourself a professional.

Spare me the kind words.

She has not escaped us yet.

No, that's right, she hasn't.

But not because of anything
you are doing about it.

You are being very unreasonable.

You bungle a mission as critical as this

and you call me unreasonable?

The only reason Inge Janek
hasn't escaped us totally, is me.

I have a special
understanding of this woman.

I know what makes her kind tick.

Mark my words,

now that her Father is dead,

she won't be so eager
to work for the Americans.

And that is what may keep you from being
called home to explain your failure.

I am not worried because I have
men tracking her down,

and we'll see who finally takes her in.

I like your style, Shrankov.

Now see if you can match it
with brains and ability.

I am well aware of Mr. Hawke's
fondness for the unconventional.

But all defectors must be
debriefed as soon as possible.

Huffman,

I hope you are not presuming to tell me
how to handle an intelligence operation,

not after this pathetic farce
you called the Janek defection.

The mission was betrayed by a
double agent in Czechoslovakia.

Maybe so, but you botched your end, too.

First, you bought all that misinformation

about MiG- 's testing advanced radar

in the pickup area.

Second, once you had changed the mission,

you should have provided full
ground support for Hawke in Mexico,

and third, I have already told your bosses

that I will never risk any of my people

in one of your operations again.

You're forgetting, Archangel,
that I succeeded.

Not fully, but we do have
Inge Janek in this country.

Thanks to Stringfellow Hawke.

He saved your bacon, Huffman.

He performed acceptably, yes.

A vehicle approaching, sir.

Stop, Hawke, please.

I can't do this right now.

I didn't think so.

But maybe it's better to get it over with.

I don't know.

What's he doing?

Let's go ask him.

Once I go in there,
it's all out of my hands.

I have no more control.

Do you understand?

Yes.

If I were in your shoes, I don't
think I'd go through with it either.

Good to see you, Hawke.

You too, Michael.

Is there a problem?

The lady is having second thoughts.

Second thoughts?

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

Just what I said, Huffman.

By the way, you get anybody
else k*lled lately?

Not now, Hawke.

Miss Janek, I'd like to express my
condolences on the loss of your Father.

I know this is a most difficult time.

But I promise, we'll do everything
we can to make it easy for you.

Now what's going on here?

I'm sorry the lady is upset, but this
is a matter of national security.

Now get this car through the gate.

Huffman,

you even try to give me one more order,

I'm gonna climb out of here
and I'm gonna whip…

Gentlemen, please, let's not make
this any tougher than it already is.

Now this is a free country,
no matter what anybody says.

I need more time.

I'll be in touch, Michael.

The man's a lunatic. We got to stop him.

That's okay, let him go.
I'll take full responsibility.

No chance!

Woman driver.

Listen, Huffman, Hawke'll
take good care of the lady.

I'll hear from him in a day or two.

- Trust me.
- Trust you?

I'll have you up on charges!

I'll turn your career into confetti!

You won't have enough
security clearance left

to shine shoes in the Pentagon barber shop!

It is beautiful, isn't it?

When you're somewhere like this,

you want to thank God for all your senses.

For being able to see and to taste

and to smell

and…

To feel?

Yes.

And feel.

Well, Michael.

What a lovely surprise.

Cut the comedy, Hawke. I'm not in the mood.

What are you and Miss Janek doing up here?

Resting. You know, trying to recuperate.

Wonderful.

While you two are playing:
"Frankie and Annette Go Camping,"

I'm getting my tail trounced
from here to Washington.

I told them I'd hear
from you in days.

It's been !

Michael, she's not ready to come in yet.

You have to remember, Inge
doesn't have to work for us.

I think eventually she'll
come around to our side.

Eventually? Hawke, I don't
have time for eventually.

more days, that's all I can give her.

Michael, I'll try.

All right.

I don't believe it.

What?

I told you not to play
with that fairy dust.

Damn it!

That's surveillance dust.

What?

They treat this granular material
with low-level radiation,

both sides are using it now.

Somebody's dusted my helicopter
in order to track it.

Are you telling me they know you're here?

You get the girl out of here right away.

I'll take my chopper to
several other landing sites,

that might confuse them.

Hawke.

Be careful.

Listen, it looks like we've
got to get out of here.

I heard.

Maybe you could stay with Caitlin.

Oh, I know someone, a family friend,
a man named Garrett Colson.

- And you trust him?
- Absolutely.

When my Mother and I first came to New York,

he took us under his wing.

I would trust Garrett Colson with my life.

Oh, I hope so.

That's what it's gonna be.
We're out of options.

I'll get my things.

And I still don't like the
idea of leaving you here.

I'm Inge. Yes, ma'am. You're expected.

Inge. It's really you!

You're here at last.

Garry! Garry!

Oh, Garry!

Well, good-bye, but only for a while.

If there's anything that you need.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Let me have a look at you.

I haven't seen you since you
were years old in New York.

Incredible.

I was absolutely stunned
when you telephoned.

It's so good of you to take
me in on such short notice.

Oh, nonsense, it's my pleasure.

I was so sorry to hear about your Father.

Thank you.

I suppose you can guess why
I'm on the run like this?

Oh, obviously there are people
that you wish to avoid.

American Intelligence?

Soviet Intelligence? Perhaps both?

Well, don't worry about a thing.

You're safe here with me.

Where's Inge Janek?

Are you sure it's safe to talk in here?

Yes, I'm sure.

That surveillance dust wasn't KGB activity.

It was Huffman.

That little twerp was trying
to follow me to Inge.

The Firm has filed a protest with the
National Security Agency about his conduct.

I told them I'd rather have minutes
in a locked room with the little…

- Michael, I need a favor.
- Oh, just one?

No, actually, I need .

I need access to your computers.

And I need you to turn your
back while I check it out.

Turn my back? Why?

Inge is staying with this
guy and if he checks out,

I don't want anyone to know
where she's staying,

and that includes you.

You're really pushing it, Hawke.

I've taken a lot of heat
for you on this one.

Michael, act like the spy that you are.

It's better that you don't know.

Okay.

Just type in the name.

Michael, this is all in code.

Does that mean this guy is
that big a security problem?

Hard to say from here.

Well, then get over here
and tell me what it means.

He's KGB.

Damn it.

Don't tell me she's involved with him.

Involved?

I dropped her off with him hours ago.

Oh, great.

I'll activate our hostage rescue squad,

but Colson will try to get her out
of the country as fast as he can.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

You call Dom, tell him to meet me.

I'm gonna get the Lady.

Yes, I do remember that.

I was quite a little terror back then.

Oh, no, no. You were a delightful child.

Well, it's getting late.

Oh, how stupid of me, keeping
you away from your work.

I should go unpack anyway.

That won't be necessary, my dear.

You'll be leaving soon.

Leaving? I don't understand.

You will. Dennis.

Well, Inge,

soon you will be seeing all your
old friends back home again.

Our ETA for the house is minutes.

Roger. Let's hope it's soon enough.

String, I got a helicopter
outbound from the area,

headed north along the coastline.

If that's them, they're trying
to get her out over the water.

Let's see if there's anybody wait’n.

Bingo. Submarine!

That's what they're headed for.

They're gonna try and put her aboard.

Oh, the hell they will. Running ID scan.

Scan maximum radius.

Dom, we can't afford to miss him.

It's Russian, Delta III Class,

SSBN nuclear-powered,

- " torpedo tubes and
-SS-N- ballistic missiles.

Sub's diving.

- We better be ready.
- Roger.

Bringing up the harpoons.

I'm picking up a speedboat
on a direct line to the sub.

That's her in the speedboat.

Yeah, they're going to that sub.

m*ssile launch, String. up.

Give me a sunburst.

Taking evasive action.

It didn't take the sunburst. Still closing.

Hellfire, now!

What's next?

Submarine instituting evasive action.

Nearing the target lock.

Got it.

We racked them up.

Yeah, which means that
launch has nowhere to go.

You've got nothing to gain by a fight.

All we want is your prisoner.

Take the boat to the shore.

Remember one thing.

Your asylum doesn't depend on making a deal.

But we would appreciate
an opportunity to talk.

I understand. You'll have
my full cooperation.

Thank you.