Knight Rider (1982) s02e04 Episode Script
Merchants of Death
Now! You loved her, didn't you? Yes, I did.
Cars don't talk.
This one does.
It talks and it catches arms.
Get me out of here.
He said he'd meet you | at 11:30 at the Hillside Bar.
Thanks, April.
Put your hands on the wheeI, | sit back, and leave the driving to me.
If I ever see your face again, | I'll kill you.
Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world | of a man who does not exist.
MichaeI Knight, a young loner on a crusade to champion | the cause of the innocent the helpless, the powerless in a world of criminals | who operate above the law.
It's that prowler again.
| What do you wanna do? I'll take care of it.
I live with my grandmother | in Paris.
My mother and father | were divorced when I was 9.
I was supposed | to visit my mother after I finished | at the university.
We had everything planned.
Then her letters stopped | and When I couldn't reach her | by phone, I flew to Phoenix.
She's disappeared.
Camela, your mother | was liberated when the phrase | still referred to countries.
As I remember, it was not | unusual for her to simply pack up and take off | for days at a time.
But it's been three weeks.
Have you contacted | the police? They took a report.
Um, I'm sorry to bother you.
I didn't know | who else to turn to.
You came to the right place.
Don't worry, we'll | straighten everything out.
But how did you | get my name? Oh, these.
Your love letters | to my mother.
Time's up, MichaeI.
It's comin'.
The blast from the past.
| I know it, KITT, I know it.
California Girls | by The Beach Boys.
Oh, you took the words | right out of my mouth.
MichaeI, I don't see | the appeaI of these songs.
They're all about surfing, | sun, and girls in bikinis.
What exactly is the allure | of Southern California? You just said it, pal.
And thanks to The Foundation, | that's our next stop.
Devon! MichaeI, I have | an urgent matter for you to deaI with | in Phoenix.
Phoenix? The new assignment | is in California.
Sun, surf.
California can wait.
All right.
What's up? A woman named Amelia Clermont | has disappeared.
Her daughter, Camela, | will fill you in.
I've put her | on The Foundation Jet.
She will meet you in Phoenix.
MichaeI, this one is personaI.
This one is for me.
I hear you, Devon.
The west coast has | the sunshine.
And the girls | all get so tanned.
I dig a French bikini | on Hawaii island dolls.
By a palm tree | in the sand.
I've been all around | this great big world.
And I've seen | all kinds of girls.
Yeah, but I couldn't wait | to get back in the States.
Back to the cutest girls | in the world.
.
The last letter you got | in Paris from your mom was September 28.
She was working full-time | at the library and doin' volunteer work | for Congressman Ebersol on Saturday, | October 11.
What was the date of the | last call on her phone bill? Oh, um October 11.
Well, Michael, look at these.
| Tickets for a play, a symphony, | a lecture for Greenpeace.
I never knew | how many interests my mother and I | have in common.
At least we know she wasn't | planning on dropping out of sight.
Why? Ticket to the theater | tomorrow night.
And the tickets for the | symphony sometime next week.
Camela seems like | a lovely young woman, MichaeI.
If her mother | is anything like her, I know why Devon | got us involved.
And she did volunteer work for | a congressman.
Very impressive.
I'd be impressed if someone | there could tell us what happened.
Hi.
| Hello.
Any luck? Oh, uh, everyone was very nice, but, uh, no one's heard from her | in three weeks.
How about you? Uh-huh.
Nobody's seen her | at the Congressman's office.
Mrs.
Farrell | at the library said she thinks my mother's the | most cultured lady in Phoenix.
She says everyone likes her.
What an unusual car.
Are all cars in America | like this now? Not quite.
Camela, meet KITT.
KITT, may I present to you, | Camela Clermont.
I was wondering when you were | going to introduce me to this charming and cultured | young woman.
Hello, Camela.
Where did that voice | come from? A computer.
It talks? Sometimes to a fault.
He speaks French! Fluently, I'm afraid.
I've tried to interest MichaeI | in the romance languages, but he prefers things like rock | 'n' roll and girls in bikinis.
All right, KITT, | that'll do.
You're hungry? I hadn't thought about it.
| Why? I cook | a dynamite cheeseburger.
See what I mean? I'll tell you what, | I'll drop you off while I go pick up | the fixings.
That sounds | very nice, Michael.
Hey, baby.
Where you going, honey? Come on, let's go for | a ride.
Come on, honey.
How annoying.
You got that right.
Come on, baby.
Hey! Why don't you give everybody | a break and back off, huh? Ah, it's got my arm.
| It's got my arm.
I'll tell you what.
| I don't want trouble, you don't want any trouble.
| I can see that.
Why don't we call it a draw and | go on to the better things in life? Is that a deal? You let go of his arm.
Then we talk deal.
It's got my arm! As a gesture of good faith between men of good word.
I'll see you.
You can count on it.
| Do you hear me? Count on it! Hi! Hi.
How are you doin'? You bought a lot.
Cheeseburgers, French fries, | apple pie, corn on the cob.
We got everything.
I mean, as they say, | "When in Rome " What's that? I found this.
It's her diary.
Camela, that's fantastic.
That could | tell us everything that's goin' on.
Michael, this has my mother's | private thoughts.
I can't just read it.
If there's anyone in the world your mother would want | to share that with, it's you.
Oh, what's this? I don't know.
It's a | photograph of something.
Can't tell what it is.
And-and this? And this is a blueprint | of some kind.
Tell you what.
| I'm gonna take these and see what Devon and I | can come up with, okay? Oh, and, uh, I got a bill | out of the mailbox.
It's for your mom.
It's just the receipts | from her gas credit card.
Looks like your mom | bought all her gas at the same station | here in town, except she used her card last | at Electra, Arizona.
Elmo's Garage.
I don't understand.
What difference | could that possibly make? Well, she must have | gone out there for something.
Camela, it's dated Saturday.
October 11.
I'm trying to find this lady.
Her credit card billing said she | bought gas here on October 11.
Uh, you remember her? It must be a thrill | to drive a car like this.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, | it has its ups and downs.
Now, have you seen | this woman? Oh, yeah, as a matter of fact, | she had a sporty little car with a chunk about the size of a half | a dollar out of her left front tire.
Couldn't sell her | a tire though.
Haven't sold a tire | in three years.
Which way did she go? | Did you notice? Yeah, that way.
What's out there? Nothin's out there but | an abandoned surplus yard.
Thank you.
Whoa, mister, whoa! | You've got a problem.
Big problem.
How's my big problem, bro? It's fine.
Fixed it right up.
I appreciate it.
Elmo's Garage is hardly | what one would call a tourist attraction.
I trust we've seen the last | of Electra, Arizona.
MichaeI, what do they | want now? Nothing good.
MichaeI, this is | becoming tedious.
You do have a way | with words, pal.
Now! Hey, did you see that? I'm gonna get that guy.
Good work, KITT.
Child's play, MichaeI.
Well, looks like | we've drawn a blank.
I don't see | that surplus yard anywhere.
MichaeI, my sensors | detect the presence of some kind of structure | over the next rise.
Let's check it out.
Bring up that picture | from Amelia's diary.
Okay.
Punch up a visual | of the surplus yard.
Sharpen the focus | on Amelia's photo.
MichaeI, this is virtually the | exact picture that Amelia took.
Well, you got that right.
Question is why? Hey, I can't help you.
| Haven't seen her.
We don't get much company | out here.
Okay, thanks for your time.
Hey, I can't help you.
| Haven't seen her.
The guard's voice modulation indicated stress variables, | MichaeI.
Really? KITT, that leaves | two questions.
Why would he lie? And why would Amelia be | interested in a war-surplus yard? There was someone out there | looking for Amelia Clermont.
Don't worry about it.
Whoever he is, | he'll poke around, find her missing, | and that will be that.
It better be.
MichaeI, I detect skid marks | at the edge of the road.
KITT, get a read-out | on those skid marks.
See if you can tell me | how long ago they were made.
Somewhere between two weeks | and a month ago.
And, MichaeI, my scanners | indicate the presence of copper-Jacketed 20-millimeter | proJectiles lodged in the road.
That looks like Amelia's car.
| What's left of it.
KITT, activate your | X- ray mode.
The car down there, is, uh, is | there any trace of human life? I'm sorry, MichaeI.
I detect only | the remains of human life.
And, MichaeI, | it is Amelia's car.
You better get me Devon.
Hello? Hello, MichaeI? Devon.
April told me | you flew to Phoenix.
Yes, this morning.
I understand from Camela | you introduced her to a car that speaks | fluent French and to cheeseburgers | large enough to- Devon I found Amelia's car.
Go on.
You're sure? Yeah, I see.
| No, I'm all right.
Thank you.
I appreciate | your calling, Michael.
Thank you.
Devon? She's dead, isn't she? Yes.
No, I'm all right.
Really.
I'm perfectly capable No way a cannon fire | could destroy a car like that.
Even 20 millimeter.
Got any ideas, pal? None, I'm afraid.
I'll settle for a probable | location of the weapon.
Point of impact analysis | indicates the weapon could only have been fired | from one position.
Come on, spit it out, | will you? Directly above.
Is she, uh Is she asleep? Yes, finally.
I wonder what it was | Amelia found this time.
What do you mean, | "this time"? Were there others? Oh.
Oh, yes.
She was the most inquisitive | woman I've ever known.
You loved her, didn't you? Yes, I did.
I think.
Always at the back of my mind, there was the possibility | that one day perhaps She married someone else.
Over the years | we saw each other very seldom.
But every time we did meet, it was as if | we had never been apart.
Uh, I, um, I described this diagram to a | friend of mine in the Pentagon.
He said he couldn't be sure, but | he thought there was a possibility that it could be part of the guidance | system of the Sledgehammer missile: a highly classified weapon.
This, um, this Sledgehammer missile, what's it fired from? A helicopter | called the SX 411.
The most advanced attack | helicopter in production today.
I think I know what | Amelia was after out there.
And I think I know | what killed her.
You're awfully quiet tonight.
Yeah, I guess I am, pal.
Got a lot of things | on my mind.
It must be very difficult to erase | people from one's memory banks.
That's the problem, KITT.
You don't.
Can't.
If that's true, they become | a permanent part of you.
The best of 'em do, buddy.
The best of 'em do just that.
"Private property.
| No trespassing.
" Very hospitable, MichaeI.
KITT, I need a locksmith | real fast.
Come on, hurry up.
| Hurry up, hurry up.
Get out of sight, quick.
Did you hear somethin'? | We'd better check it out.
MichaeI, a guard | is approaching.
Give me a diversion.
Anything in particular? Use your imagination, | will you? Hey, what's happening? There's nobody | driving the tank.
KITT, get over here.
Devon, I'm tellin' you | I saw it.
I don't doubt you, Michael.
The point is that without a serial | number or some other form of firm ID, a Federal judge is not likely | to issue a search warrant.
It's there now.
If we're right | about the yard being a front for the sale | of illegal weapons, it's not gonna be there | very long.
There's a US attorney based | here that I know.
I wonder With his influence, we may | be able to do something.
I want to know what grounds | you got for a search warrant? I assure you the grounds | are sufficient and legal.
Just open up, | Mr.
Strock.
You know, I don't know | who you are.
But if you think I'll take | this lying down, you're crazy.
Mr.
Strock, | just open up.
MichaeI, are you sure | this plan of Devon's is going to work? Right now, it's the only plan | we've got, pal.
It could be dangerous.
I hear that.
Hi.
| Hi.
Are you ready? Yeah, I'm ready | as I'll ever be.
Lock it up.
What's all that? Uh, the latest | in mercenary wear.
It comes pre-soiled.
I have something interesting | to show you.
We were able to dig up three | names of black market arms dealers in the Phoenix area.
One of them is on the list of | employees at Strock's Surplus Yard.
His name is Jack Kragen.
The circle closes.
All right.
| He's where I start.
After you learn the cover | I've prepared for you.
Now I've got names, | dates, battles.
Not to mention | dirty laundry.
MichaeI, why is it | you never go undercover as an aristocrat or a count? Good question, KITT.
Gonna have to ask Devon | about that.
I'll bet not a souI | in there speaks French.
And look at this alley.
Look at the last car | that was left here.
Keep your eyes open, huh.
Jack Kragen? Who wants to know? Tom Merton.
| "Machete" Tom Merton.
You ain't him.
No, I know that.
| But he sent me.
Him and I are old friends.
| Name's Hutchinson.
We used to fight together down in, | uh, San Victoria with the Rebels.
The Black Snake Commandoes, | huh? Yeah.
Hey, there's | that car again.
Oh, dear, not again.
The dude's | probably inside.
Yeah, well, let's give him a | little surprise to come out to.
Hey, Sonny.
A little somethin' | for the dash.
Yeah, the last time I did this, | the guy caught my arm in the window.
Really freaked me out.
Damn! Are you familiar | with the saying, "That'll cost you | an arm and a leg"? It talks.
What, are you kiddin'? It talks.
It's got my arm.
| Get me out of here.
Hey, man, | what have you been smokin'? Look, cars don't talk.
Get me out of here! I'll get you | out of here.
All right, say I've got the | contacts that can deliver.
What do you got in mind? Two MERs, | multiple ejection racks adapted to handle | Sledgehammer missiles.
Are you saying | you've got Sledgehammers? No, I didn't say that.
What my contact has or doesn't | have, I don't even ask, man.
I take orders.
| He ordered two MERs.
And Machete Tom told me | you might have, uh, access.
Just want to let you know.
If you help me | meet the deadline, I'll, uh, I'll split the bonus with you.
I'll let you know.
Here's my, uh, here's my girlfriend's number.
You call her and tell her | if it's on or not.
She'll call me.
If I don't hear from you | by tomorrow noon, you've lost your sale.
Won't they ever learn? That's it.
I quit.
| I'm goin' home.
It's still got my arm.
Man, I did | everything I could.
What do you want me to do? | Call an ambulance? How about a tow truck? If you'll permit me, | I have a solution.
See, I told you | it talks.
Perhaps a lesson in manners will | be sufficient.
Repeat after me.
"I will, from this day forward, | become a modeI citizen.
" "I will, | from this day forward, become a model citizen.
" Somehow, | I don't feeI reassured.
Still, a deaI is a deaI.
Now, in the vernacular | of the road, take a hike.
KITT, there should be a | call goin' out on a pay phone from the bar, right about now.
| Trace it.
You're right, MichaeI.
The call is to a phone | at 7113 Church Street.
Church Street? That's Congressman Ebersol's | campaign office.
He's got a buyer for a couple | of Multiple Ejection Racks.
The details are your end.
I just | wanna know if the buyer checks out.
That's what Kragen's doing | right now.
Tell him not to make a move unless he's | absolutely certain the buyer's straight.
What if he doesn't call? Hang in there.
| They've got an hour left.
I hope you don't mind, Devon, | but I read the letters.
All of them.
| They're beautiful.
You must have loved her | very much.
Yes, I did.
April.
He said he'd meet you | at 11:30 at the Hillside Bar.
Do you think he bought it? I think so.
Thanks, April.
Michael, good luck.
Thanks.
We are on.
Hey, Jack.
Hutchinson.
I'm ready when you are.
Sure, sure.
Anything for a friend | of Machete Tom.
Uh, first, though, uh, I've got | somebody I'd like you to meet.
Richards! I don't know | who you are, Hutch.
But I'm about to show you what | I do to people who set me up.
Michael! | Are you all right? Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm just sore, real sore.
Michael, what happened? Richards recognized me | at the bar.
He and Kragen | worked me over.
A call went out last night from | Kragen to Ebersol's campaign office.
Apparently, Strock is one of | Ebersol's big financial backers.
And Ebersol is on | a Congressional subcommittee concerned with | illegal arms sales.
The technical drawing of the | Sledgehammer's guidance system.
Your mom, she must have come | across it in Ebersol's office.
That's what took her out | to Strock's Surplus Yard.
And that's why | they killed her.
Isn't there something more | we can do? Yeah.
Yeah, there is somethin'.
But it's a long shot.
It involves you, Camela.
And your resemblance | to your mother.
And it's very dangerous.
You said | she was dead! Well, that's what Kragen | told me! Did he see the body? Listen, no one could survive a direct | hit from a Sledgehammer missile.
Did he | see the body? What does she want? $500,000.
Cash.
Listen.
I have an idea how we | can solve this little problem once and for all.
Well, do you think | they'll take the bait? I wish I knew.
I sure hope Camela | will be all right.
Of course she's in | good hands, right, KITT? Of course, ApriI.
Now I'm increasing the microwave | jammer three times its normal strength.
If they use the helicopter, it should | be able to knock out the engines.
Should? But the only problem is, you'll have to get really | close to the helicopter.
Well, how do we do that without | gettin' blown up in the process? A very good question, MichaeI.
Unfortunately, I don't have | a very good answer.
I've outfitted KITT with those prototype | ultramagnesium charges we tested.
They weren't designed to | deflect heat-seeking missiles.
But if all else fails, | they might work.
Might? Well, it's the best I can do | on short notice.
How come I don't | feel reassured here? Michael.
Be careful.
Thanks, April.
Hi.
Put your hands on the wheeI, | sit back, and leave the driving to me.
It's her.
There she goes.
Hold on, Camela.
Well done, Camela.
The rest is up to MichaeI.
We're clear.
| She's all yours.
MichaeI, I believe | we have lost our taiI.
I believe you're right, pal.
Whatever they've got | planned for us, it shouldn't be too long now.
Oh, my! Missile on its way, MichaeI.
Let's try April's | magnesium flare.
Okay, buddy, looks like | he's comin' down a little bit.
Let's knock out his engines! We're not bringin' him down! I gave it everything | I had, MichaeI.
We simply must get closer.
It's easy for you to say.
All right, pal.
| Let's give him some smoke.
This is as close | as we're gonna get.
All right, give me | everything you've got! All right, KITT, | jam 'em, now! Take over.
Good work, MichaeI.
Something I can | help you with? Miles, what are you | doing here? There's somebody | I'd like you to meet.
Amelia! Yes, I thought | you'd be surprised.
However, this is not Amelia | Clermont, but her daughter, Camela.
I don't know what kind of a | game you're playing.
But if you- Mr.
Strock, we'd like you | to come with us.
You got a warrant? People believe in you.
My mother | believed in you.
I hope you understand.
I have | no idea what's going on here.
But I'm sure it's nothing | we can't resolve.
I'm afraid I don't agree | with you, Congressman.
But I can virtually guarantee that it | will never be resolved in your favor.
Now, we don't have | all the pieces yet.
But sooner or later | we will have, and when they're all | put together, I feel certain | that your political career will inevitably come to an | abrupt and irrevocable conclusion.
And that's my | campaign promise to you, Congressman.
Goodbye.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Bon voyage, Camela.
It's very difficult | giving up the past.
But not so difficult when some | of it lives on in the present.
Hey, why don't you two follow | us to Southern California? Well, I think | that's a wonderful idea.
If I get lucky, maybe I'll get | a chance to see you in a bikini.
Well, you know what they say | about luck.
Yeah.
What's that? A California song, Devon.
It extols the attractions | of that particular area.
Surfing, sun, | girls in bikinis.
It's dreadful.
Well, I think it's terrific.
"I wish they all | could be California girls" "I wish they all | could be California girls "
Cars don't talk.
This one does.
It talks and it catches arms.
Get me out of here.
He said he'd meet you | at 11:30 at the Hillside Bar.
Thanks, April.
Put your hands on the wheeI, | sit back, and leave the driving to me.
If I ever see your face again, | I'll kill you.
Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world | of a man who does not exist.
MichaeI Knight, a young loner on a crusade to champion | the cause of the innocent the helpless, the powerless in a world of criminals | who operate above the law.
It's that prowler again.
| What do you wanna do? I'll take care of it.
I live with my grandmother | in Paris.
My mother and father | were divorced when I was 9.
I was supposed | to visit my mother after I finished | at the university.
We had everything planned.
Then her letters stopped | and When I couldn't reach her | by phone, I flew to Phoenix.
She's disappeared.
Camela, your mother | was liberated when the phrase | still referred to countries.
As I remember, it was not | unusual for her to simply pack up and take off | for days at a time.
But it's been three weeks.
Have you contacted | the police? They took a report.
Um, I'm sorry to bother you.
I didn't know | who else to turn to.
You came to the right place.
Don't worry, we'll | straighten everything out.
But how did you | get my name? Oh, these.
Your love letters | to my mother.
Time's up, MichaeI.
It's comin'.
The blast from the past.
| I know it, KITT, I know it.
California Girls | by The Beach Boys.
Oh, you took the words | right out of my mouth.
MichaeI, I don't see | the appeaI of these songs.
They're all about surfing, | sun, and girls in bikinis.
What exactly is the allure | of Southern California? You just said it, pal.
And thanks to The Foundation, | that's our next stop.
Devon! MichaeI, I have | an urgent matter for you to deaI with | in Phoenix.
Phoenix? The new assignment | is in California.
Sun, surf.
California can wait.
All right.
What's up? A woman named Amelia Clermont | has disappeared.
Her daughter, Camela, | will fill you in.
I've put her | on The Foundation Jet.
She will meet you in Phoenix.
MichaeI, this one is personaI.
This one is for me.
I hear you, Devon.
The west coast has | the sunshine.
And the girls | all get so tanned.
I dig a French bikini | on Hawaii island dolls.
By a palm tree | in the sand.
I've been all around | this great big world.
And I've seen | all kinds of girls.
Yeah, but I couldn't wait | to get back in the States.
Back to the cutest girls | in the world.
.
The last letter you got | in Paris from your mom was September 28.
She was working full-time | at the library and doin' volunteer work | for Congressman Ebersol on Saturday, | October 11.
What was the date of the | last call on her phone bill? Oh, um October 11.
Well, Michael, look at these.
| Tickets for a play, a symphony, | a lecture for Greenpeace.
I never knew | how many interests my mother and I | have in common.
At least we know she wasn't | planning on dropping out of sight.
Why? Ticket to the theater | tomorrow night.
And the tickets for the | symphony sometime next week.
Camela seems like | a lovely young woman, MichaeI.
If her mother | is anything like her, I know why Devon | got us involved.
And she did volunteer work for | a congressman.
Very impressive.
I'd be impressed if someone | there could tell us what happened.
Hi.
| Hello.
Any luck? Oh, uh, everyone was very nice, but, uh, no one's heard from her | in three weeks.
How about you? Uh-huh.
Nobody's seen her | at the Congressman's office.
Mrs.
Farrell | at the library said she thinks my mother's the | most cultured lady in Phoenix.
She says everyone likes her.
What an unusual car.
Are all cars in America | like this now? Not quite.
Camela, meet KITT.
KITT, may I present to you, | Camela Clermont.
I was wondering when you were | going to introduce me to this charming and cultured | young woman.
Hello, Camela.
Where did that voice | come from? A computer.
It talks? Sometimes to a fault.
He speaks French! Fluently, I'm afraid.
I've tried to interest MichaeI | in the romance languages, but he prefers things like rock | 'n' roll and girls in bikinis.
All right, KITT, | that'll do.
You're hungry? I hadn't thought about it.
| Why? I cook | a dynamite cheeseburger.
See what I mean? I'll tell you what, | I'll drop you off while I go pick up | the fixings.
That sounds | very nice, Michael.
Hey, baby.
Where you going, honey? Come on, let's go for | a ride.
Come on, honey.
How annoying.
You got that right.
Come on, baby.
Hey! Why don't you give everybody | a break and back off, huh? Ah, it's got my arm.
| It's got my arm.
I'll tell you what.
| I don't want trouble, you don't want any trouble.
| I can see that.
Why don't we call it a draw and | go on to the better things in life? Is that a deal? You let go of his arm.
Then we talk deal.
It's got my arm! As a gesture of good faith between men of good word.
I'll see you.
You can count on it.
| Do you hear me? Count on it! Hi! Hi.
How are you doin'? You bought a lot.
Cheeseburgers, French fries, | apple pie, corn on the cob.
We got everything.
I mean, as they say, | "When in Rome " What's that? I found this.
It's her diary.
Camela, that's fantastic.
That could | tell us everything that's goin' on.
Michael, this has my mother's | private thoughts.
I can't just read it.
If there's anyone in the world your mother would want | to share that with, it's you.
Oh, what's this? I don't know.
It's a | photograph of something.
Can't tell what it is.
And-and this? And this is a blueprint | of some kind.
Tell you what.
| I'm gonna take these and see what Devon and I | can come up with, okay? Oh, and, uh, I got a bill | out of the mailbox.
It's for your mom.
It's just the receipts | from her gas credit card.
Looks like your mom | bought all her gas at the same station | here in town, except she used her card last | at Electra, Arizona.
Elmo's Garage.
I don't understand.
What difference | could that possibly make? Well, she must have | gone out there for something.
Camela, it's dated Saturday.
October 11.
I'm trying to find this lady.
Her credit card billing said she | bought gas here on October 11.
Uh, you remember her? It must be a thrill | to drive a car like this.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, | it has its ups and downs.
Now, have you seen | this woman? Oh, yeah, as a matter of fact, | she had a sporty little car with a chunk about the size of a half | a dollar out of her left front tire.
Couldn't sell her | a tire though.
Haven't sold a tire | in three years.
Which way did she go? | Did you notice? Yeah, that way.
What's out there? Nothin's out there but | an abandoned surplus yard.
Thank you.
Whoa, mister, whoa! | You've got a problem.
Big problem.
How's my big problem, bro? It's fine.
Fixed it right up.
I appreciate it.
Elmo's Garage is hardly | what one would call a tourist attraction.
I trust we've seen the last | of Electra, Arizona.
MichaeI, what do they | want now? Nothing good.
MichaeI, this is | becoming tedious.
You do have a way | with words, pal.
Now! Hey, did you see that? I'm gonna get that guy.
Good work, KITT.
Child's play, MichaeI.
Well, looks like | we've drawn a blank.
I don't see | that surplus yard anywhere.
MichaeI, my sensors | detect the presence of some kind of structure | over the next rise.
Let's check it out.
Bring up that picture | from Amelia's diary.
Okay.
Punch up a visual | of the surplus yard.
Sharpen the focus | on Amelia's photo.
MichaeI, this is virtually the | exact picture that Amelia took.
Well, you got that right.
Question is why? Hey, I can't help you.
| Haven't seen her.
We don't get much company | out here.
Okay, thanks for your time.
Hey, I can't help you.
| Haven't seen her.
The guard's voice modulation indicated stress variables, | MichaeI.
Really? KITT, that leaves | two questions.
Why would he lie? And why would Amelia be | interested in a war-surplus yard? There was someone out there | looking for Amelia Clermont.
Don't worry about it.
Whoever he is, | he'll poke around, find her missing, | and that will be that.
It better be.
MichaeI, I detect skid marks | at the edge of the road.
KITT, get a read-out | on those skid marks.
See if you can tell me | how long ago they were made.
Somewhere between two weeks | and a month ago.
And, MichaeI, my scanners | indicate the presence of copper-Jacketed 20-millimeter | proJectiles lodged in the road.
That looks like Amelia's car.
| What's left of it.
KITT, activate your | X- ray mode.
The car down there, is, uh, is | there any trace of human life? I'm sorry, MichaeI.
I detect only | the remains of human life.
And, MichaeI, | it is Amelia's car.
You better get me Devon.
Hello? Hello, MichaeI? Devon.
April told me | you flew to Phoenix.
Yes, this morning.
I understand from Camela | you introduced her to a car that speaks | fluent French and to cheeseburgers | large enough to- Devon I found Amelia's car.
Go on.
You're sure? Yeah, I see.
| No, I'm all right.
Thank you.
I appreciate | your calling, Michael.
Thank you.
Devon? She's dead, isn't she? Yes.
No, I'm all right.
Really.
I'm perfectly capable No way a cannon fire | could destroy a car like that.
Even 20 millimeter.
Got any ideas, pal? None, I'm afraid.
I'll settle for a probable | location of the weapon.
Point of impact analysis | indicates the weapon could only have been fired | from one position.
Come on, spit it out, | will you? Directly above.
Is she, uh Is she asleep? Yes, finally.
I wonder what it was | Amelia found this time.
What do you mean, | "this time"? Were there others? Oh.
Oh, yes.
She was the most inquisitive | woman I've ever known.
You loved her, didn't you? Yes, I did.
I think.
Always at the back of my mind, there was the possibility | that one day perhaps She married someone else.
Over the years | we saw each other very seldom.
But every time we did meet, it was as if | we had never been apart.
Uh, I, um, I described this diagram to a | friend of mine in the Pentagon.
He said he couldn't be sure, but | he thought there was a possibility that it could be part of the guidance | system of the Sledgehammer missile: a highly classified weapon.
This, um, this Sledgehammer missile, what's it fired from? A helicopter | called the SX 411.
The most advanced attack | helicopter in production today.
I think I know what | Amelia was after out there.
And I think I know | what killed her.
You're awfully quiet tonight.
Yeah, I guess I am, pal.
Got a lot of things | on my mind.
It must be very difficult to erase | people from one's memory banks.
That's the problem, KITT.
You don't.
Can't.
If that's true, they become | a permanent part of you.
The best of 'em do, buddy.
The best of 'em do just that.
"Private property.
| No trespassing.
" Very hospitable, MichaeI.
KITT, I need a locksmith | real fast.
Come on, hurry up.
| Hurry up, hurry up.
Get out of sight, quick.
Did you hear somethin'? | We'd better check it out.
MichaeI, a guard | is approaching.
Give me a diversion.
Anything in particular? Use your imagination, | will you? Hey, what's happening? There's nobody | driving the tank.
KITT, get over here.
Devon, I'm tellin' you | I saw it.
I don't doubt you, Michael.
The point is that without a serial | number or some other form of firm ID, a Federal judge is not likely | to issue a search warrant.
It's there now.
If we're right | about the yard being a front for the sale | of illegal weapons, it's not gonna be there | very long.
There's a US attorney based | here that I know.
I wonder With his influence, we may | be able to do something.
I want to know what grounds | you got for a search warrant? I assure you the grounds | are sufficient and legal.
Just open up, | Mr.
Strock.
You know, I don't know | who you are.
But if you think I'll take | this lying down, you're crazy.
Mr.
Strock, | just open up.
MichaeI, are you sure | this plan of Devon's is going to work? Right now, it's the only plan | we've got, pal.
It could be dangerous.
I hear that.
Hi.
| Hi.
Are you ready? Yeah, I'm ready | as I'll ever be.
Lock it up.
What's all that? Uh, the latest | in mercenary wear.
It comes pre-soiled.
I have something interesting | to show you.
We were able to dig up three | names of black market arms dealers in the Phoenix area.
One of them is on the list of | employees at Strock's Surplus Yard.
His name is Jack Kragen.
The circle closes.
All right.
| He's where I start.
After you learn the cover | I've prepared for you.
Now I've got names, | dates, battles.
Not to mention | dirty laundry.
MichaeI, why is it | you never go undercover as an aristocrat or a count? Good question, KITT.
Gonna have to ask Devon | about that.
I'll bet not a souI | in there speaks French.
And look at this alley.
Look at the last car | that was left here.
Keep your eyes open, huh.
Jack Kragen? Who wants to know? Tom Merton.
| "Machete" Tom Merton.
You ain't him.
No, I know that.
| But he sent me.
Him and I are old friends.
| Name's Hutchinson.
We used to fight together down in, | uh, San Victoria with the Rebels.
The Black Snake Commandoes, | huh? Yeah.
Hey, there's | that car again.
Oh, dear, not again.
The dude's | probably inside.
Yeah, well, let's give him a | little surprise to come out to.
Hey, Sonny.
A little somethin' | for the dash.
Yeah, the last time I did this, | the guy caught my arm in the window.
Really freaked me out.
Damn! Are you familiar | with the saying, "That'll cost you | an arm and a leg"? It talks.
What, are you kiddin'? It talks.
It's got my arm.
| Get me out of here.
Hey, man, | what have you been smokin'? Look, cars don't talk.
Get me out of here! I'll get you | out of here.
All right, say I've got the | contacts that can deliver.
What do you got in mind? Two MERs, | multiple ejection racks adapted to handle | Sledgehammer missiles.
Are you saying | you've got Sledgehammers? No, I didn't say that.
What my contact has or doesn't | have, I don't even ask, man.
I take orders.
| He ordered two MERs.
And Machete Tom told me | you might have, uh, access.
Just want to let you know.
If you help me | meet the deadline, I'll, uh, I'll split the bonus with you.
I'll let you know.
Here's my, uh, here's my girlfriend's number.
You call her and tell her | if it's on or not.
She'll call me.
If I don't hear from you | by tomorrow noon, you've lost your sale.
Won't they ever learn? That's it.
I quit.
| I'm goin' home.
It's still got my arm.
Man, I did | everything I could.
What do you want me to do? | Call an ambulance? How about a tow truck? If you'll permit me, | I have a solution.
See, I told you | it talks.
Perhaps a lesson in manners will | be sufficient.
Repeat after me.
"I will, from this day forward, | become a modeI citizen.
" "I will, | from this day forward, become a model citizen.
" Somehow, | I don't feeI reassured.
Still, a deaI is a deaI.
Now, in the vernacular | of the road, take a hike.
KITT, there should be a | call goin' out on a pay phone from the bar, right about now.
| Trace it.
You're right, MichaeI.
The call is to a phone | at 7113 Church Street.
Church Street? That's Congressman Ebersol's | campaign office.
He's got a buyer for a couple | of Multiple Ejection Racks.
The details are your end.
I just | wanna know if the buyer checks out.
That's what Kragen's doing | right now.
Tell him not to make a move unless he's | absolutely certain the buyer's straight.
What if he doesn't call? Hang in there.
| They've got an hour left.
I hope you don't mind, Devon, | but I read the letters.
All of them.
| They're beautiful.
You must have loved her | very much.
Yes, I did.
April.
He said he'd meet you | at 11:30 at the Hillside Bar.
Do you think he bought it? I think so.
Thanks, April.
Michael, good luck.
Thanks.
We are on.
Hey, Jack.
Hutchinson.
I'm ready when you are.
Sure, sure.
Anything for a friend | of Machete Tom.
Uh, first, though, uh, I've got | somebody I'd like you to meet.
Richards! I don't know | who you are, Hutch.
But I'm about to show you what | I do to people who set me up.
Michael! | Are you all right? Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm just sore, real sore.
Michael, what happened? Richards recognized me | at the bar.
He and Kragen | worked me over.
A call went out last night from | Kragen to Ebersol's campaign office.
Apparently, Strock is one of | Ebersol's big financial backers.
And Ebersol is on | a Congressional subcommittee concerned with | illegal arms sales.
The technical drawing of the | Sledgehammer's guidance system.
Your mom, she must have come | across it in Ebersol's office.
That's what took her out | to Strock's Surplus Yard.
And that's why | they killed her.
Isn't there something more | we can do? Yeah.
Yeah, there is somethin'.
But it's a long shot.
It involves you, Camela.
And your resemblance | to your mother.
And it's very dangerous.
You said | she was dead! Well, that's what Kragen | told me! Did he see the body? Listen, no one could survive a direct | hit from a Sledgehammer missile.
Did he | see the body? What does she want? $500,000.
Cash.
Listen.
I have an idea how we | can solve this little problem once and for all.
Well, do you think | they'll take the bait? I wish I knew.
I sure hope Camela | will be all right.
Of course she's in | good hands, right, KITT? Of course, ApriI.
Now I'm increasing the microwave | jammer three times its normal strength.
If they use the helicopter, it should | be able to knock out the engines.
Should? But the only problem is, you'll have to get really | close to the helicopter.
Well, how do we do that without | gettin' blown up in the process? A very good question, MichaeI.
Unfortunately, I don't have | a very good answer.
I've outfitted KITT with those prototype | ultramagnesium charges we tested.
They weren't designed to | deflect heat-seeking missiles.
But if all else fails, | they might work.
Might? Well, it's the best I can do | on short notice.
How come I don't | feel reassured here? Michael.
Be careful.
Thanks, April.
Hi.
Put your hands on the wheeI, | sit back, and leave the driving to me.
It's her.
There she goes.
Hold on, Camela.
Well done, Camela.
The rest is up to MichaeI.
We're clear.
| She's all yours.
MichaeI, I believe | we have lost our taiI.
I believe you're right, pal.
Whatever they've got | planned for us, it shouldn't be too long now.
Oh, my! Missile on its way, MichaeI.
Let's try April's | magnesium flare.
Okay, buddy, looks like | he's comin' down a little bit.
Let's knock out his engines! We're not bringin' him down! I gave it everything | I had, MichaeI.
We simply must get closer.
It's easy for you to say.
All right, pal.
| Let's give him some smoke.
This is as close | as we're gonna get.
All right, give me | everything you've got! All right, KITT, | jam 'em, now! Take over.
Good work, MichaeI.
Something I can | help you with? Miles, what are you | doing here? There's somebody | I'd like you to meet.
Amelia! Yes, I thought | you'd be surprised.
However, this is not Amelia | Clermont, but her daughter, Camela.
I don't know what kind of a | game you're playing.
But if you- Mr.
Strock, we'd like you | to come with us.
You got a warrant? People believe in you.
My mother | believed in you.
I hope you understand.
I have | no idea what's going on here.
But I'm sure it's nothing | we can't resolve.
I'm afraid I don't agree | with you, Congressman.
But I can virtually guarantee that it | will never be resolved in your favor.
Now, we don't have | all the pieces yet.
But sooner or later | we will have, and when they're all | put together, I feel certain | that your political career will inevitably come to an | abrupt and irrevocable conclusion.
And that's my | campaign promise to you, Congressman.
Goodbye.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Bon voyage, Camela.
It's very difficult | giving up the past.
But not so difficult when some | of it lives on in the present.
Hey, why don't you two follow | us to Southern California? Well, I think | that's a wonderful idea.
If I get lucky, maybe I'll get | a chance to see you in a bikini.
Well, you know what they say | about luck.
Yeah.
What's that? A California song, Devon.
It extols the attractions | of that particular area.
Surfing, sun, | girls in bikinis.
It's dreadful.
Well, I think it's terrific.
"I wish they all | could be California girls" "I wish they all | could be California girls "