02x10 - Now You See It

[bunniefuu]

♪ Look at what's
happened to me ♪

♪ I can't believe it myself ♪

♪ Suddenly I'm up
on top of the world ♪

♪ It should have
been somebody else ♪

♪ Believe it or not
I'm walking on air ♪

♪ I never thought I
could feel so free ♪

♪ Flying away on a
wing and a prayer ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪

♪ Just like the
light of a new day ♪

♪ It hit me from
out of the blue ♪

♪ Breaking me out
of the spell I was in ♪

♪ Making all of my
wishes come true ♪

♪ Believe it or not
I'm walking on air ♪

♪ I never thought I
could feel so free ♪

♪ Flying away on a
wing and a prayer ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪

♪ Who could it be ♪

♪ Believe it or
not it's just me ♪♪

Captain, we are now
in American waters.

We haven't a moment
to lose. Surface.

The Cubans and their equipment will
move out immediately, then prepare to dive.

- Outrageous.
- Outrageous.

O-U-T-R-A-G-E-O-U-S.

Mick Jagger is
outrageous. Thank you.

170 points for the blue team, making
you guys look very bad. Come on.

Oh, man, we're just greasin'
'em, Mr. H. No problem here.

Yeah, no problem. Hey,
give us a big one, all right?

I'll give you double points
for this one. Spectacular.

Double points,
right? "Spectacular."

Just spell the word, Tony.

Ready? Spectacular.

S-P-E-C... tacular.
Villicana is spectacular.

- Aw, man.
- That doesn't count. That doesn't count.

- That's good. That's good.
- All right. I'll give you
half the points for that one.

All right!

- Okay. We can afford it. Go ahead.
- Let me show you how it's done.

Come on, Mr. H.
Give me your best shot.

- Ridiculous.
- Ridiculous.

R-I-D... I-C-U... L-O-U-S.

Ridiculous. Now, asking
Villicana to spell that word...

is the most ridiculous
thing I ever heard.

That's very good.
That's good. That's good.

All right, finally
on the board here.

I'm at the end of the
paved road near the wash.

We're on our way.

All right.

Whoa. Wow.

Spectacular cat. Can it fly?
Better than you can spell.

I need this a lot, you know?

What do we got
here, a king of hearts?

It's all I had. The vet said we
shouldn't let him out. He might run away.

Hi, kitty, kitty...

Friendly beast, isn't he? Well,
he's just not used to you yet.

I can definitely see by the look
in his eye he does not like me.

Well, then stop poking at him.

Dr. Barnesworth says strays
will be a little nervous at first.

But we're gonna
bring him back, Ralph.

All it takes is a little
love. Isn't that right, Lefty?

- And today is your turn, Ralph.
- What? Ow!

Pam, this cat is putting
holes in my chest.

When he gets like that, all
you have to do is sing to him.

- What?
- Anything but rock and roll.

Now, these are his eyedrops.

He gets two drops in the right
eye only every three hours.

I got him pills for his fur ball.
Crunch them up in his food,

but don't give him any milk, and soak his
front claws in this every once in a while.

- I think they're ingrown.
- What are you telling
all this for?

Because you're gonna have to do
it, hon. Lefty has an appointment...

at the vet this afternoon at 4:00 for his
distemper shots, and, well, I can't take him.

This patent case is k*lling
me. I have to finish it up today.

I don't want him to miss his
appointment. Please, Ralph?

Well, Pam, Bill's coming over this afternoon
and we're going out to the desert...

and run down some new
angles on the suit. Well, great.

That's a good opportunity for you to get to
know each other. Lefty could use the fresh air.

Now, remember, if he gets
nervous, just sing to him.

♪♪

My eyes are swelling up like boiled
eggs, Ralph. I'm allergic to this animal.

I think it's working, Bill. ♪ It
fell on the elephant's trunk ♪♪

His name is Lefty and he
gets the drops in his right eye.

I don't believe what I'm hearing.
This rat catcher is k*lling me, Ralph.

My throat's closing up.
It already bit me once.

- I'm turning blue.
- Try not to breath, Bill. Pass me those eyedrops...

will you please, right now,
while I've got him in a good mood.

Okay, kitty, kitty. Just
a couple drops here...

Ow.

Ingrown, my foot. I'm gonna
need a skin graft here. Gee.

Let's put you back in your cage,
all right, little kitty, kitty, kitty.

I got a better idea, Ralph. Why don't you give
the cougar a little beddy-bye with a rock?

Remind me to soak
his claws, would you?

We can manage that. Soak 'em in a river
inside a gunnysack with a couple of anvils.

You're getting
real sloppy, Ralph.

You're letting your personal life
sl-slip over into the federal arena.

- That's an operational no-no.
- I gotta check his fur ba*ls,
too, all right.

Fur ba*ls? I spent two weeks at
a computer working out this gig,

and you're talking
to me fur-fur ba*ls?

Well, all things great
and small, you know?

What's with the secret
preflight on Beller One?

Got me. Heard he had to go to
D.C. this afternoon. Military stuff.

Bring the first-aid kit.

The steering. It
don't work. It broke.

Don't move.

Okay. Come on. Come
on. Get their uniforms off.

So, anyhow, we
got this guy, Jenkins.

I bowl with him on a
bureau league, and he's...

I don't know how to tell you
this, Ralph, he's an egghead.

Okay. Nobody around. Why
don't you, uh, slip into the suit?

Mind telling me what for? Yeah,
I'm getting to that. That's a surprise.

Oh, good. Oh, boy.
Fresh air. Thank heaven.

Uh, let's see. Oh,
yeah. Jenkins. Jenkins.

- He's the guy you bowl with.
- Believe it or not,
Jenkins builds airplanes.

Not real ones, models. You
know, the remote-control jobbers?

But he's real serious about it. Any
kind of question you got about flying,

he is your all-time,
in-house expert.

He's even got a little
wind tunnel down in his...

In his... in his basement.

- He's really a fanatic.
- Bill, I have no idea where
this whole thing is going,

but I can tell you
right now, I hate it.

I bet the guy 20 bucks...
Half of which you still owe me,

because that's only fair... that he
can't prove to me that people can't fly.

Wait a minute. That's a double
negative. That makes it a positive.

- And now I'm really confused.
- Well, you don't understand.

He had to do it to prove it, don't you
understand? He had to... on paper.

And he did. He proved it. I
got 300 pages on this guy.

I shoved the whole works
through the computer...

and the bottom line is...
well, it's not exactly front page,

but, uh, anyway,
people can't fly...

because they
don't have any lift.

But you do, courtesy
of the jammies.

Now, the only thing
that you don't got...

is a brand-new pair of these.

- What are they?
- Vertical stabilizers...

with a built-in yaw suppressor.

- A yaw suppressor?
- According to my calculations,

these babies are
gonna solve all...

No, they're gonna solve
all our problems. Put 'em on.

- No more pitch, no more yaw. How's that?
- You're putting me on.

No. I'm telling you, it's basic
aeronautics. Come on. Slip into these.

These got Velcro on, but you can put 'em on
with string, adhesive tape, anything like that.

Go on. Slide 'em on there.

I'm doing this for 10 bucks,
huh? Just watch your attitude.

Think Wilbur and Orville, 'cause
we're gonna make history out here today.

- Icarus made history.
- Yeah. Okay.

Just get on up there in the
sky. Nothing fancy at first.

Something easy, you know, like
maybe your, uh, basic barrel roll.

Mm-hmm. Is this the way
Mercury started? Okay.

How do I look? Up, up, up.

I feel like I should be
delivering flowers or something.

Pull up on the stick.

Not a cactus. Ralph.

Like I said, Bill.
Real smart bet.

Gee. It worked on paper.

Well, listen. They didn't get it up the
first time at Kitty Hawk either, you know.

Oh, come on. It's a minor
technical adjustment, that's all.

This is obviously too
far into the Venturi effect.

I'll just add some, uh,
some ailerons. It's no good.

I thought it was good but it's
not. I don't know what to do.

You wanna know what to do? What?

Make me a parachute.

Bill, look at that. That
plane. It's out of control.

What plane? Where?
What are you talking about?

That plane over there. It's
gonna hit that ridge of trees.

- What ridge of trees? We're in a desert.
- Right there.

I see it.

- Ah.
- Oh!

There's a town not too far
back. Why don't you get help.

Get the fire department
or anybody, all right?

- Ralph, where is it?
- Pilot's dead, Bill.

Everybody's dead, but I was
able to get the flight recorder.

What are you talking about?
Where's the plane crash?

It's gotta be around here
someplace, but where?

What are you talking
about, Bill? Right there.

Where? Right there.

Hey. Who are you supposed to be?

What is this, some
kind of a joke?

Everybody's dead, sir, but I
was able to get this flight recorder.

- What flight recorder, kid?
- This one right here.

Ralph, they, uh...
They can't see it.

What? They can't see
anything except desert.

It's the suit. Just
put a lid on it for now.

Johnson, get the clown
coat. We got a live one.

Now you just... you
just take it easy, kid.

Looks like he's got a little
sunstroke. He'll have to take it easy.

Okay. Okay, Chief.

Gotta say you guys are doing
real fine. No kidding. Great job.

Bill Maxwell, F.B.I., Los Angeles. I'm
in charge of running these desert drills.

You probably haven't heard
about it yet. It's like a fire drill.

We got word at the bureau
some of you guys are doggin' it,

we got to come out
and run these tests, see?

I gotta say you did great. Okay. Yeah,
see we use the kid here for a little color.

See how you stand up against that
kind of psychological pressure, you know.

You'd be surprised. But
you just done fine. No kidding.

Okay, Ralph. Uh, that's it for
this drill. Let's be moving along.

- I never heard of
no test like this.
- No. You're not supposed to.

There's no early warning on
this. But you better be real proud,

'cause I'm giving you 610
rating on the F.F.I.-D.W.

The what? Uh, Federal Fire
Inspection... Desert Watch.

We're on our way over to shake down the
Barstow crew. Had some iffy reports there.

Thanks again for
your cooperation, boys.

Uh, Chief Morgan,
congratulations.

Now you see it, don't you?

Boy I hate this spooky
stuff. What's going on, Ralph?

I don't know.

This is November
One Tango Charlie.

Requesting permission for
takeoff. You don't hear that, Bill?

No, I don't hear it, and
I don't wanna hear it.

I'm telling you, Ralph,

this stuff is really over...
Totally over the side.

- It's the kind of thing that
makes me bananas. No, no.
- Come here. Sit down.

Don't you touch me. I don't
wanna see stuff that isn't there.

It makes my eyes
hurt as bad as this cat.

You see it now?

Yeah. I see it all right.

Roger, November
One Tango Charlie.

Sixteen hundred
hours. One-20-82.

You're clear for taxi and
takeoff. Runway 26 right.

What? Sixteen hundred hours this date?
Ralph, that proves how crazy this thing is.

The plane could not have crashed
because it hasn't even taken off yet.

Precognition, Bill. That's what's
happening here. I'm having precognition.

Is that like when you need
new points in your car?

Bill, I'm seeing into the
future. It must be this suit.

Well, why? What
good is it anyway?

Never had that power before.

Why bring a new one in on me? I'm-I'm
having enough trouble with the old ones.

I don't know, Bill. There's gotta be a
reason. This suit's got a mind of its own.

How are we gonna deal with
something that hasn't even happened yet?

I know we wouldn't be getting a message
unless we were expected to do something.

- So, come on. Let's go. What time you got?
- About 2:00.

Well, that plane's gonna
crash in about two hours.

So let's take a listen on the
end of this and see what we got.

It's gone.

I hate this, Ralph. This
thing is really over the line.

This suit's way over the
line. Let's get out of here.

We're clear on the Sy-Air
patents 800,078 through 912354.

But I'm still searching Ray-Labs
and Decker International.

Decker couldn't have petitioned
yet. We've got the jump on them.

We've got to be certain, Mr. Beller. Any
hassles at this point in the negotiations...

will be disastrous. How
much more time do you need?

- Hours.
- We don't have hours.

Miss Davidson, I'm paying
your firm $400 an hour,

and I expected a completed
patent search days ago.

Mr. Beller, my entire
office is working on this.

Now, if you wanted a rush
job, you hired the wrong firm.

These patents go back years. It's slow-going,
but the search has got to be thorough.

All right. All right.
Just hurry it up, okay?

Richard, how are you? Senator.

Terrific. Pam Davidson, I'd like
you to meet Senator Henderson.

Hi, Pam. Uh, decaf, if you
have it. Cream, no sugar.

It's nice to meet you, Senator, and
the coffee machine is down the hallway.

- Miss Davidson is handling
the legal end of our project.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm kind of old-fashioned. When I was in
law school, legal aides weren't so pretty.

Times have changed,
Senator. I'm an attorney.

Oh, well, wrong again.
But you are pretty.

Pam, Senator Henderson is
the man behind the Beller project.

- Ah.
- That just means I was
the one...

who pushed the research and
development budget through the senate.

It was a battle. Let me
tell you. It paid off, didn't it?

We came in under bid, and you get to look
like a hero with the brass at the Pentagon.

We better go.

Carol, tell Rogers to bring
the car around will you?

Mr. Beller, where are we going?

I'm sorry, Pam, but you're gonna have
to finish all this legalese on the way.

We have a meeting in D.C. at 8:00
and we must have the completed search.

D.C. Washington,
D.C.? I'm afraid so.

Mr. Beller, this is
awfully short notice.

You can call your office from the car and
we'll have you home first thing in the morning.

In fact, bill us for overtime.

Yeah, and after we finish with the brass
at the Pentagon, you and I can have dinner.

Oh? We'll talk about politics.

You ever think about running
for the school board or council?

Look, Ralph. If you think there's
gonna be an airplane crash,

you're supposed to call the
F.A.A., that's what they're there for.

You think they'll believe us? Well, they're
bureacrats, they'll believe almost anything.

If I flash a little tin, sometimes
they roll right over. Sometimes?

Just tell 'em what
you saw, that's all.

Now, listen, Bill,
why don't you tell 'em,

because, I mean, they're bureaucrats
and that's your side of the park.

Thanks a lot.
How's your allergy?

- Oh, it comes and goes.
- Um...

- Where do we report
a plane crash?
- A what?

- A plane crash? Where?
- Well, it hasn't exactly
happened yet.

- What?
- As a matter of fact,
it hasn't even taken off yet.

What is it, a b*mb
threat? A skyjacking?

No, no. We really
don't know what it is.

It's a vision. Visions
have been very big lately.

I'm gonna give this
guy a vision in a second.

Okay. How's this for a
vision, pal? Maxwell, F.B.I.

Official government business.
We got a light-colored airplane. A jet.

Tail number November
One Tango Charlie.

- I wanna know where
it's taking off and when.
- Federal fortune-telling.

You're out of your
district, Maxwell.

Every day some jerk comes
in here with a plane crash story.

Sometimes they crash over there. Sometimes
they crash over there. It's fruitcake stuff.

But I saw it. I saw
this plane crash.

Good. Why don't you give
me the fifth race at Santa Anita?

Why don't you jump on
your computer there...

before I decide to send your
income tax returns to the I.R.S...

with a red flag for
the next 10 years?

Why don't you feds
stick to stolen cigarettes?

Go on. Start
punching your buttons.

November One Tango Charlie.

"Beller Airfield, 1600. Runway
26 right." Let's go, Ralph.

Is that it? That's it.

Twenty million in research and
a hard four years of "R" and "D."

It'll pay off. As long
as the patent is clear.

It hasn't been cleared yet? That's
what I'm working on right now.

But we don't expect a problem. It's a
patent search. Just routine, Senator.

Think we'll catch the Redskins
on layover? Sure. I'll give you six.

If you buy the
tickets. What a deal.

- Don't move.
- Hey, what's going on here?

Would you please get a hold of that cat
and lock him in the glove compartment?

I'm trying. I'm trying. There's
enough cat hair in here to stuff a pillow.

Listen. When we get to Beller
Aircraft, let me do the talking.

'Cause if we blow in there jabbering
about one of their planes crashing...

and it hasn't even taken off yet, we're
gonna drop a few points in credi-credibility.

- Bill, I'm getting something
off of this cat.
- Yeah, sure. Fleas.

- Will you please lock him up?
- No. I'm getting vibes
off of this cat, Bill.

Bill, I see the plane.
I see Beller One.

Off a cat? Oh, my God. It's Pam.

- Bill, Pam's getting on
that plane.
- The coun... Our counselor?

You must be getting your
messages mixed up. It's just a cat.

Oh, no, no, no. It's Pam. I'm
positive of it. She loves this cat.

Now, Bill, that's the connection
all the time. Lefty is the connection.

Well, what in the world has
Pam got to do with Beller Aircraft?

I didn't even have a chance to say good-bye
to her. Put your foot on it. Let's go.

Pam. Oh, no thanks.
But I'll have coffee.

Decaf. Cream, no sugar.

Don't like to fly, Senator?

I hate it, and what a curse.

I'm in the air three times a week,
and I still haven't gotten used to it.

- You want one of these?
- Oh, no. I like to fly.

Relax, Senator. We'll be
in D.C. before you know it.

To Operation Nighthawk.

- Where's Captain Fredericks?
- Captain Fredericks
couldn't make it.

Keep these guys quiet. I'm
going to call in for takeoff.

This is November
One Tango Charlie.

Requesting
permission for takeoff.

Roger, November
One Tango Charlie.

Sixteen-hundred
hours. One-20-82.

You're clear for taxi and
takeoff. Runway 26 right.

Come on. That's five miles an
hour on that access road, buddy.

Yeah, yeah. Which way
is the flight control tower?

This is a security field. Without a clearance,
you don't go to the bathroom around here.

Back up and take
it easy driving out.

Okay. That's it. Maxwell,
F.B.I. Official business.

That's real nice, but it don't
get you through this gate, pal.

Hey! Hey, listen, you dummy.

You've got a jet on this
field that's about to take off.

Beller Air One. It is not gonna
take off 'cause we're stopping it.

Official government business.

Nobody gets through that
gate without C.I. clearance,

and that includes wide receivers
for the federal government.

Ralph. Boy, oh boy, oh boy.

Oh, boy. What do we got
here? Kukla, Fran or Ollie?

- Listen, buddy...
- Don't!

Now you tell me, has that plane
left the ground or is it still here?

How'd you do that? Listen. I'm looking
for answers. I'm not looking for questions.

You're too late.

Okay, kid. Go get it.

Who are you two guys?

Okay, why don't you look at your shoelaces
there, pal? They're a mess. Look at them.

- Huh?
- They're a mess. Look down at
your shoelaces and stay there.

Okay, fair enough.

Now, which way
is the control tower?

- Who's in charge?
- Mr. Burke. Uh, where's the kid?

I don't know. It's real
confusing. Stick to your post now.

- Is either one of you
two guys Burke?
- Yeah, I'm Burke.

Okay. Maxwell,
F.B.I. Official business.

Listen to me and
listen real good.

Beller Aircraft. One of their jets
just took off a couple of minutes ago.

You got it there on the scope?
How'd you know about that?

That's a C-1 security flight. It
doesn't make any difference.

You've gotta call the flight back. It's
gonna crash. That's a security flight.

I'm not gonna call it back.
You may not be a fed. Hello.

Look. We can sort all that garbage out
later. You gotta do what I'm telling you.

Where? Okay.

Okay, Mister. I don't know
who you are, but I'm buying.

We just found our pilot. He's
unconscious in the hangar.

So maybe you're right. It looks
like our airplane's been hijacked.

Hijacked? Ralph didn't
say anything about a hijack.

Ralph? Who the hell is Ralph?

Phillipe, I got a bogey at 6:00.

I'm sorry, Pam.

Come in, Beller One. Come in.

Radio's off. Either that or
they ain't ready to talk yet.

You know, you guys got more security
going on here than a talk show host.

What's it about?

This has gotta be it.

Whoa. What happened?

The blip, it's gone off the
scope. What's going on?

- He's activated
the cloaking device.
- The cloaking device?

That's why Beller One was
on its way to Washington.

Beller Aircrafts has developed a device that
prevents planes from being tracked on radar.

What? It absorbs the radar
signal. No bounce-back.

If he keeps that cloaking device
on, it's gonna be almost impossible...

to catch him before
he's out of U.S. airspace.

This thing gets
worse... and worse.

Well, we finally hit bottom. Ralph
and I will have to take it from here.

What? Thanks, pal.

- Cullen. Go.
- We've got
a fire burning here, Colonel.

- Looks like Beller One's
been hijacked.
- Hold on a minute.

Beller Air One. Priority
codes. On the double. Go on.

It was headed south when it went off the scope.
You got your regs there or do you need a briefing?

I've got 'em here. Hold on.

This is a civilian aircraft.

- Developmental
for the air force.
- It's got a yellow code.

I've got to go upstairs for attack
approval. Stand by on your end, Burke.

All right, get 'em up to the
ready room. Scramble all teams.

Tell the jocks we're
looking for a white Falcon jet,

tail number November
One Tango Charlie.

They won't find it on their scopes. Tell
'em we may have to turn it or down it.

♪ Pilots are screaming
there's trouble ahead ♪

♪ Into the c*ck
condition is red ♪

♪ Rockets are ready ♪

♪ The pressure is on ♪

♪ Faster than lightning
they're gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ Scramble, scramble ♪

♪ Scramble, scramble ♪

♪ Into the sky in
the blink of an eye ♪

♪ On with the show ♪

♪ All of the systems
are go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Scramble, scramble ♪

♪ Scramble, scramble ♪

♪ Into the sky in the
blink of an eye ♪♪

Isn't one of us supposed to say,
"You'll never get away with this"?

She's right, you know.
They'll scramble TAC.

They'll sh**t this plane
down. It's in the security regs.

- It is?
- What happens, happens.

Well, but shouldn't we tell 'em
that there's a U.S. senator on board?

They know that you are, senor.
But they can't hit what they can't see.

Eyes wide, gentlemen.

We are on a visual
for a white Falcon jet.

November One Tango Charlie.

Contain or destroy.

I lost the plane. Yeah,
so did the control tower.

It's been hijacked. What?

Yeah. Beller One is equipped with
some kind of brand-new device...

that keeps it from
being detected by radar.

It's super, super top
secret and it's a prototype.

From what I could get, they're about to
scramble every tactical jet in this area...

to see it doesn't get out of U.S.
airspace under any circumstances.

Bill, if it can't be detected on
radar, how are they going to find it?

I don't know, but I know we gotta find
it before they do or the counselor's...

Anyway, we gotta find it.

Team Leader Two to
Charlie Roman One.

We are clear to 1-3-5.

Roger, Team Leader
Two. Coming around...

to heading 1-3-5.

Negative on scope search.

Pull off and tail back to the
Sierras. Maintain visual alert.

- Roger, Tower.
- Team Leader Two to
Charlie Roman One.

Uh, negative this quadrant.
New heading 1-2-0.

Wing to wing and peel
off left. Regroup on me.

Heading 2-6-9.

Roger, Team Two.

Roger. New heading at 2-6-niner.

Heading 2-6-9.

They will, won't they? They'll sh**t
this plane down if they can find it.

Not to put too fine
a point on it: yes.

- Good game of
catch the mouse, no?
- It's cat and mouse.

This guy is beginning
to get on my nerves.

Uh, quadrant six clear.
New heading 3-1-7.

Descending to angels, 15.

Roger, Team Leader Two.

Quadrant six clear.

New heading, 3-1-7,
descending to angels, 1-5.

Close in to 1-9-7.

Maintain altitude at 26,000.

Uh, this is Red Fox One. I'm gonna
drop behind this mountain range,

see if they're flying low.

Roger.

This is just not
gonna work, Bill.

There's no way we can find
where that crash site is gonna be.

Sure, it's gonna work. I've
been doing this for 20 years,

long before you and the
Dr. Dentons come along.

But I saw it crash, Bill. Pam got
on Beller One, and I saw it crash.

We don't know what you saw. We
don't know anything at the moment.

The only thing I know is the
counselor is not gonna crash.

- How do you know that?
- Because I said so. That's how.

Come on, kitty, kitty,
kitty. Never mind the cat.

Give me that... Give me
that farm that you saw.

Well, it wasn't a farm, Bill. It
was more like a ranch. Okay.

Yeah. It was a horse
ranch, and, uh...

That's right, and there
was a sign. Miller something.

Miller, Miller,
Miller... Miller Stables.

Okay. All right, now
we're zeroing in on this.

Come on, kitty, kitty. Give
me something, all right? "M."

- Bill, how's it going?
- There's a hundred
Millers here.

Well? You got anything else?

- Well, there was horses.
- Uh, thoroughbred,
quarter horse,

Percheron, Clydesdale,
Arabian, rocking horse, what?

Well, they were brown
and they had, uh... had, uh,

like spots on their hind
quarters, like dapples.

- Yeah, Appaloosa.
- Appaloosas, that's right. All right, hurry up, Bill.

Come on. Come on. I'm not Evelyn
Wood here. I'm going as fast as I can.

- Spell it.
- Okay. Appaloosa. A-P-P...

- Right. A-P-P what?
- A-P-P... A-P-P-A... is that right?

- What are you asking me? You're the teacher.
- I'm drawing a blank here.

So I'm asking you. A-P-P-A...
loosa. That's all I have.

Yeah, here we go.
"Appaloosa. Board. Bred."

Uh, "Miller Stables.
Route 6. Pomona." Let's go.

I'm flying. Okay. We're gonna
make it kid. Don't worry about a thing.

We're gonna make it. Come
on, you little rat catcher.

h*. h*. Ooh, I'm sorry...

Okay. There we go. And...

Maybe the suit's allergic to
the cat like me. Go, go, go!

Team Leader Two to
Charlie Roman One.

Negative this quadrant.
New heading, 1-2-0.

Roger, Team Leader Two.

Oh, my God. I feel
ill. I think I'm going to...

- Sit down.
- I've gotta go to
the bathroom. I can't fly.

- You said you don't...
- I don't need any comments
from you.

You're not exactly
Sky King yourself.

Go ahead. Leave the door open.

Captain, this is Blue Leader.
I have a visual on a white jet,

but, uh, I don't pick
it up on my scope.

This is U.S. Air Force Squadron
Leader Charlie Roman One...

to November One Tango Charlie.

We are on orders to bring you
back to base or sh**t you down.

Pull into our formation.

I repeat. November One
Tango Charlie, come in.

Yeah. This is the place,
Bill. I'm positive of it.

This is the place. How can
you be sure? Where's the plane?

Prepare for ordinance check.

Oh, my God. Bill, they're
gonna sh**t down Pam's plane!

You've gotta get up there and head 'em
off with some hand signals... something.

Go on. Get going, kid.

I'll say again. This is U.S. Air Force
Squadron Leader Charlie Roman One...

to November One Tango Charlie.

We are on orders to bring you
back to base or sh**t you down.

Pull into our formation.

Did someone misfire
on ordinance check?

I've got a renegade
seeker closing in.

I've been hit.

No. No, wait. I'm okay.

Take evasive. Pull
out of formation.

I've got the
renegade in my sights.

What was that?

Team Two, stay on the
Falcon. Search and destroy.

I've lost visual on the Falcon.

This is Red Fox. I've established
visual on the Falcon. Moving in.

Roger, Red Fox. Fire when ready.

Switching on ordinance computer.

I've got her. I've
got her. Firing.

Team Leader Two,
did you see that?

Negative.

Sorry. Quick, get off my back.

Wh-Whoa.

There you are. Thank you.

I'd like to propose a toast to a
beautiful young lady. Thank you.

What is so funny?

- Nothing.
- Come on. What is it?

If I tell you, you're gonna
laugh at me because it's corny.

So, that's a little of
what I love about you.

- You like it when I'm corny?
- Just a little. What is it?

Well, I was just thinking that,
uh, coming so close to losing you...

- Yes?
- Well, it made me realize
how much you mean to me.

And, uh, well, I guess that's
what I'm trying to say is that...

you mean a lot to me.

Oh, don't stop. I love it
when you're corny. Do you?

Gee, I wonder who that could
be? Do you want me to guess?

No. Come in, Bill.

Oh, I knew it. I
knew it. I knew it.

I'm sorry, kids. I really am. I always
come in the middle of mushy stuff.

But I tell ya.

I gotta take myself off of
rat-catcher duty permanently, forever.

Oh, boy.

Oh! What is that?

That's wine. I can't drink
it unless it's muscatel.

Now, listen. We gotta talk
about serious stuff here.

So far, you guys owe me six
bucks for fumigating the sedan.

Lefty's so-called ingrown claws
shredded the backseat cover.

So the whole thing comes to...
well, all right, call it 50 bucks.

Fifty bucks? Bill, you're out of
your mind. Come on, 50 bucks?

That's expenses incurred in the
line of duty, and our taxes pay for that.

And, also, we owe half the
credit to Lefty for saving Pam's life,

and the fact that he kept that
cloaking device out of enemy hands.

The 50 bucks doesn't
even cover my allergy shots.

Okay. Now wait a minute.
Can I make a toast here?

I'd like to toast someone
I owe a great deal to.

Oh, okay. To Lefty.

- Lefty?
- Lefty?

And friends.

Wanna taste? No,
it's brown water.