Knight Rider (1982) s02e14 Episode Script
Diamonds Aren't a Girl's Best Friend
Michael! I want to find out | who killed her.
That's why I'm here.
Beautiful models, | all bringing in fortunes in jewels, | only to have them stolen.
Until two years ago, | it seems you didn't exist.
You could have fooled me.
How nice of you to join us.
KITT, get over here.
That young man was talking | to his car, Maurice.
Too late to slow down, pal.
And it may be | too late to turbo, MichaeI.
Better not be.
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 helpIess, the powerless in a world of criminals | who operate above the law.
So, I looked Mr.
Hollywood | Producer right in the eye, and I said: "Do you really expect to put | a price on beauty like this? That would be like | trying to sell the sunrise.
" So Mr.
Producer nods and says that is exactly | what he wants to do, to sell the sunrise.
So what could I do? I smiled dramatically, | and I said: "Well, | if that's the way you feel, make sure | it's a big price.
" Rachel, it's our chance | to get out of here it's something we | always hoped for.
It's not right.
| Not this way.
Chris, we can wait.
For what? Old age? There's got to be | another way, Chris.
There's got to be.
Please.
I can't.
| I'm sorry.
Rachel, wait a minute.
Hey, are you okay? Yes.
No, I don't know.
Lauren, I'm going home.
Well, I'll | drive you then.
No, you shouldn't leave.
| It's okay.
I'll hardly be missed.
Look, I'll | take you, and I'll come right back.
Are you gonna be all right? MichaeI, | I'm not sure I understand.
What will these | models be wearing? Next spring's fashions.
Why? The clothing last spring | seemed satisfactory.
Why create new appareI? KITT, people's tastes change.
They like new designs, | new lines.
Why can't people be content | with what they have? Think of it this way, KITT, if Detroit had been content, | you'd still be a Model T.
Ain't nobody | loves me better.
Makes me happy.
Makes me feeI this way.
Ain't nobody.
Loves me better than you.
.
Faster! That's it.
Great, | really sexy, just there.
That's wonderful.
Lauren, try that.
| That's it.
Light's all right.
| Wonderful.
Move it over to the left.
That's it.
| That's perfect! That's wonderful.
| Just a little more.
Come on.
Really sexy.
| I can feel it.
Really sexy.
That's it.
Lauren, fall back.
That's it.
| Why don't you take a break? Hi.
Mmm.
By the way, | I'm Michael Knight.
After all this, | you had better be.
Mr.
Miles | described you perfectly.
Thanks for coming.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
I told everyone that | you were an old flame.
That'll help | explain you being here.
That's what the hug | and kiss were all about.
Oh.
Not a bad cover.
Why don't we go | somewhere we can talk? Okay.
What do you think | about these earrings? They are okay.
What do you | think of these? They are okay.
Glad to be of service.
I don't care what | the police report said, Rachel did not | commit suicide.
Lauren, | I never said that she did.
All I'm saying is that | everything pointed to that.
No sign of struggle, no | forced entry, nothing stolen and an empty bottle | of sleeping pills.
She had those | pills for over a year.
Michael, the night | she died, she was upset.
More than upset, | she was scared.
She said she had | an argument with Chris, but it was more than that.
That's why I came | to the Foundation.
Look, she couldn't | have killed herself.
She had too much to live for.
I want to find | who killed her.
Who and why.
Me, too.
Lauren, | that's why I'm here.
Thanks.
I better get back.
Okay.
Come on, | Nancy, we got to get going.
Lauren's got another booking.
There's Lauren.
If you want to book her, it's | gonna be more money for you.
Let me | check that artwork.
Who's the quarterback? Oh, that's Nina Jurgenson, | Bernie's right hand.
Bernie Mitchell, "The Man | who Makes the Stars Shine.
" Well, that's some | press agent's creation.
Actually, | Bernie is a really sweet guy who happens to be a genius | at developing talent.
Rachel was one | of his favorites.
Lauren, darling, we said | take a break, not a vacation.
Okay, see you later.
Bye, sweetheart.
I am Nina Jurgenson, | Mr.
Knight.
Lauren told me all about you.
Very nice to meet you, but | please, call me Michael.
Oh, Michael.
We don't encourage the | boyfriends to attend the sessions the girls tend to | lose their concentration.
Well, we wouldn't | want that, would we? Certainly not.
Okay, girls, | let's get moving quicker.
Come on, Lauren.
KITT, give me | an address on Chris Carlson.
Right away, MichaeI.
The address is | 997 Grandby Street.
MichaeI, I didn't realize | you knew that young woman.
Lauren? I don't.
I didn't.
For two strangers, you | appeared awfully familiar.
Were you spying on me? I was simply monitoring you.
It's part of my Job.
Yeah, well, what you were | monitoring was part of my job.
It's nice work | when you can get it.
Mmm! "Carlson.
Number 5.
" KITT, see if you can | trace the incoming call.
Yes, MichaeI.
Hello? Monsieur Carlson, please.
Speaking.
Mr.
Carlson, | this is Phillip Rambeaux.
We have received | your cable regarding the diamond | necklace and earrings.
If the gems are of the | quality you indicated, we would be most happy | to represent them for you.
Okay, good.
Your cable indicated you might be | in Europe as early as next week.
I look forward to | hearing from you.
Good.
Au revoir.
Any luck? It was placed from the offices | of Rambeaux and Sons in Geneva, Switzerland.
Rambeaux and Sons | is one of the largest jewelry makers | in all of Europe.
But-but that | doesn't make sense.
Rachel and Chris put every | penny they earned into the bank to buy a farm | back in Ohio.
The closest Rachel ever got to | diamonds was the costume jewelry that Bernie gave us to | wear in the photo sessions.
He gave it to you? | You mean, to keep? Sometimes.
In fact, Rachel just | got back from France with a really | beautiful necklace.
If you don't mind, I'd | like to see that necklace.
Why? I don't know, got a hunch.
Wait a minute.
If that stuff were real, | it would be worth a fortune.
Easily worth | a trip to Switzerland.
But I don't get it.
I mean, why would | Bernie give it to Rachel and not tell her about it? If you keep abusing | that vehicle, I'm going to report | you to the Auto Club.
Oh, my God.
The guy who just left | the building, ID his car.
You stay here and | don't touch a thing.
What- KITT, get over here.
What do you have? The plates on | the car were stolen.
It's heading north.
That young man was talking | to his car, Maurice.
Can you imagine talking to | something that can't talk back? MichaeI, the car we're | pursuing just parked at 997 Grandby Street.
That's where | Rachel's boyfriend lives.
Carlson! MichaeI, be carefuI.
| My sensors indicate MichaeI, are you all right? No.
This job is getting to | be a pain in the neck.
MichaeI, there's | a lot of traffic up ahead.
MichaeI, there's a red light.
And he ran it.
| Too late to slow down, pal.
And it may be too | late to turbo, MichaeI.
Better not be.
MichaeI, we can't.
I know.
I know.
Doesn't make any sense, | Michael.
All this intrigue | over costume jewelry? What if the costume jewelry | wasn't just cut glass? What if it was real? | Devon, I did some checking.
It turns out Rachel's boyfriend | was an amateur rock hound.
And he could | recognize real jewels.
He could have.
And if he did, and he wanted to | sell the jewelry, that might explain why Rachel was | so worried the night she was killed.
Are you suggesting | that he killed her? No.
Rachel came home that night | very early, very unexpected.
She surprised | someone in her apartment.
What if that guy was | looking for jewelry? Yes, you may have something, | Michael.
In the last year | and a half, six models from the Mitchell | Agency were robbed.
And each reported | costume jewelry missing.
She surprised him.
And the guy who killed her tried | to make it look like suicide.
But he couldn't | find the necklace.
Which explains the man you | saw leaving Lauren's apartment.
That's right, but he still | couldn't find the necklace.
So, he figures | Rachel's boyfriend's got it, decides to head | over to his place.
Unfortunately, for him.
Beautiful models, all | bringing in fortunes in jewels from foreign countries, | only to have them stolen.
It's intriguing, but it just | doesn't quite make sense.
I mean, what possible | purpose could it serve? I don't know.
It's a question I'd | like to ask Mr.
Mitchell.
Tea? No, thank you.
I'm going to a party.
I suppose | this party is another phase of your undercover | work with Lauren.
Hey, it's a tough job but- I know, someone has to do it.
I am delighted to see you | wearing a tuxedo, though.
I thought you | weren't into fashions.
I'm not into | the irrationaI need to constantly change | the design of clothing.
Oh, well, excuse me.
The tuxedo, | however, is a classic, it has changed very little | during the past 100 years.
Oh, yeah? | Just so you know, this tuxedo | is hot and scratchy and stiff.
A small price to pay | for style and elegance.
Oh, is that right? Well, maybe I should fit you | with a Continental Kit and a pair of mud flaps, | and see how you like it.
You wouldn't dare! | Would you? Don't tempt me.
Look's like its | quite a party, huh, KITT? Yes, it seems like it, | MichaeI.
Good evening.
Well, it happened in | October, 1951.
We had just parachuted | about 50 kilometers behind the North Korean lines, and the three guys | I jumped with, my buddies, they all bought it, pow, | pow, pow, just like that.
And old Bernie bought | about four pounds of shrapnel into various | parts of his body that I'm afraid to mention, in | the presence of the gentlemen.
But, I'm alive, right? | And it's no problem.
Maybe a little one.
Uh, when I go to airports, I have | to go through the metal detectors, you ought to see | the looks I get.
Now, I have another story | that might be funny, I mean, | this one was not that hot.
I don't know who is he, | or what he's up to, but I don't like it.
He didn't pass security, | either.
He could be a problem.
Could be? | He is a problem.
If he isn't what he | says he is, we'll find out.
Excuse me.
I can't believe | it's Bernie.
I can't believe it, I mean, he's been like | a father to us.
I can't believe it.
| Why Rachel? I don't know.
That's what we're | here to find out.
Lauren? I'm going to find | out what's going on.
That's not the way | to do it, believe me.
I talked to Rachel's | mom and dad last night.
It was hard enough | for them to lose her, but to think that | she killed herself is just destroying them.
We're going to find out what | really happened to Rachel.
I promise.
But we got to take | things one step at a time.
Okay? Now, first thing that I want | to do is take a look around.
Where is Bernie's office? It's at the end | of the hall.
Okay.
Michael, | I'm going with you.
No, you're not.
I want you to stay, | keep an eye on things.
Michael, I want to- | Lauren, we're supposed to | be in love here.
Now, the first commandment | of being undercover is never, never, never, | blow your cover.
Oh, excuse me.
| Thank you.
Enjoying yourself? Terrific.
You know, Bernie sure knows | how to throw a great party.
Bernie's a warm, | generous person.
What about you, Michael? Me? Yes, you.
We ran a check on you.
Until two years ago, | it seems you didn't exist.
No kidding.
| You could have fooled me.
KITT, I know there is a safe | in here somewhere.
Give me a clue, | will you, buddy? Very, very nice! Okay, I'm gonna need | some help with this.
Slowly, MichaeI.
Good.
There.
Forty-three.
| Now to the right.
There.
Twenty-seven.
| To the left.
That's it.
Eleven.
| Now to the right again.
Seventeen.
Voila! Call me if | somebody is coming.
Yeah! Yeah! | Yeah! KITT, you tell me, | are these real? Yes, reaI glass.
Glass? MichaeI, | someone is approaching! Come on.
Mmm.
KITT, I'm in trouble.
My sensors indicate | they're not armed, MichaeI.
No, no, | not that kind of trouble.
I'm stuck in a closet.
Are they holding you captive? No.
They're too busy | holding each other.
Listen, just do something, | will you? Create a diversion.
Oh, dear.
What kind of | diversion would be appropriate? I don't care what you do! | Just get them out of here.
Poltergeist! Poltergeist? So, Bernie's got | dummy corporations and numbered bank accounts | in the Grand Caymans.
He's a busy man.
And an extremely | wealthy man, too, if these | figures are accurate.
Devon, can we find out where Bernie's | models have traveled last year? Hmm, certainly.
The Grand Caymans are the | Caribbean version of Switzerland.
It's an ideal | place to hide money, if you don't want | anyone to know about it.
Or launder the stuff | you shouldn't have.
Well, they've been to Spain, | France, Greece, and Chile.
Devon, don't those countries | have currency restriction? Extremely strict regulations.
In fact, it is impossible to transfer | large sums of money out of them.
But if you used that money | to buy expensive jewels And switched the real jewels in | place of the costume jewelry You could whisk them | right through customs.
On the necks and wrists of | beautiful American models.
Once they're back in the States, | Bernie converts the jewelry to cash, transfers the cash to | those numbered bank accounts in the Grand Caymans | and takes a healthy percentage | off the top for himself.
If you're | on the right track, these necklaces are | for Bernie's next customers.
Orozco and Perrera.
Well, they | certainly fit the profile.
Wealthy industrialists who are | trying to get money out of Mexico.
Devon, the next agency | shoot is in Mexico City.
Lauren is scheduled | to leave tomorrow.
I don't think Lauren | should be there alone.
Oh, and Michael, | remember, the Foundation has no legal | jurisdiction in Mexico.
Neither does Bernie Mitchell.
| I'm gonna go talk to Lauren.
Keep an eye on things, buddy.
Of course, MichaeI.
Keep that up, and you'll be on the wrong end | of a "Car Bites Dog" story! Lauren.
Devon, I'm convinced | he forced her to go with him! Now I want to get down there.
I'll make arrangements | to get you and KITT on a plane to Mexico City | as soon as possible.
I do not intend to set one | wheeI inside an airplane.
KITT, buddy, I need | you to translate for me.
Why don't you want to go? Because I don't like flying.
But, KITT, | you've never flown before.
One doesn't have to be bitten | by a dog to dislike dog bites.
Besides, | if cars were meant to fly, they would have | been made with wings.
All right, if that's how | you feel, I'll go alone.
I'll just pick up | a rental car in Mexico City.
A rentaI car? | MichaeI, you wouldn't.
Perhaps I could make this | one flight an exception.
I had a feeling you | would see it that way.
Given what's happened, I'm still concerned about | sending you down there alone.
Particularly | without any kind of plan.
Funny you should mention | that, because I have an idea that makes this | a team effort and help us get | all the hard evidence we need to nail this guy | Bernie once and for all.
Everybody's talking | to computers.
They're all dancing to | a drum machine.
I know I'm living | on the outside.
Scared of getting | caught between.
I'm so cooI and calculated, | alone in the modern world.
Uh-huh.
But Sally has a hard time | holding back.
The alley to her heart | is a beaten track.
.
That wasn't so bad, was it? Three hours | in a cargo hold was bad.
Two hours in a Mexican | traffic Jam was impossible.
I only hope there was | a good reason for all this.
KITT, I need you to record | everything that goes on inside.
It would have been far easier and | cheaper to bring a tape recorder.
Sure, | but it wouldn't be the same without your | cheery personality.
Very funny.
Feel the sun.
| Feel it.
Feel it against each other.
| It's really hot.
Midday.
Great! Uh, play with the burro, | por favor.
Get behind his ear.
| Okay, good.
That's it! Good.
| Good.
Okay, take a break.
| Uh, do we have any jewelry? There.
Good.
Let's see | one on I'm so happy you are here.
Yeah, me, too.
Let's go | somewhere we can talk.
Okay.
Something's happening, | Michael.
Something really big.
Bernie's throwing a big party | tonight for some Mexican VIPs.
Their names wouldn't happen to | be Perrera and Orozco, would they? Yes.
Look out, | here comes Lady Macbeth.
I'll fill you in later.
I suppose, you are just | passing through town? You know, it's a beautiful day | for a drive.
Isn't it? Oh, it's lovely that you don't | have to work for a living.
But she does.
Lauren, | they're waiting for you.
Bye.
| See you, sweetheart.
You're becoming more trouble | than you're worth, Mr.
Knight.
I think Bernie would be | a better judge of that.
Actually, I've got a | business proposition for him.
Mr.
Mitchell does not do business | with his models' boyfriends.
Don't put money on it.
Nina, we're ready.
Be right with you, Nancy.
We'll see, Mr.
Knight.
Pop in that cassette, buddy.
| You're about to earn your keep.
All right, | young man, I'm very busy.
So why don't you tell me | what it is you want? If you don't mind, | I'd like a little privacy.
After all, | it is confidential.
Spit it out, lover boy.
I thought we | would discuss money.
Lots of it.
Tucked away in cozy little | accounts in the Grand Caymans.
Ring any bells? You've got no idea what | you're talking about.
No? Five accounts in the | Chartered Bank of Grand Cayman.
Sequentially numbered: | zero, ten, twelve sixty-two to sixty-six.
That's for starters.
Wait a minute.
Just tell me something.
| Who are you? Well, I'm more than | a persistent boyfriend.
Just like you are more than | the owner of a modeling agency.
I happen to represent a very | wealthy English expatriate who has vast | holdings in Mexico.
Now, this particular | gentleman is planning to | leave the country and he'd like to | take his money with him.
I have letters | of introduction.
If you'd like | to check him out.
I'd like to check him out.
That's good, because he's looking | forward to meeting you, too.
Adios, amigos.
Lovely party, Bernie.
Oh, thank you, Nina.
Think our cover is working? So far.
But we can't let | our guard down.
Not even for a second.
You take your work | very seriously, don't you? I'm a dedicated | professional.
Almost compulsive | at times.
I think I'm beginning to like | this undercover stuff.
Think I could make | a career out of it? With practice | and qualified instruction.
Senor, welcome.
| Senorita.
Senor Miles, | how nice of you join us.
"But, soft! What light | through yonder window breaks?" I spend my life | around beautiful women.
How could I | have missed you? Ships in the night, | perhaps.
You, | my dear, could be a star.
Mr.
Mitchell, I'm afraid we | have a limited amount of time.
Business, business, | always business.
Never enough time for | life's true pleasure.
See you later.
| Come.
Does he do that to | every woman he meets? Just the ones he likes.
You must be Lauren.
| I'm April.
Michael's told me | so much about you.
I didn't think there | was that much to tell.
According to | Michael there is.
Listen, I know how hard | this must be for you.
But, I promise | it'll be okay, believe me.
Letters of | introduction can be forged.
Phone calls can't.
Let's see if Senor Perez | really wrote this letter.
KITT, intercept the call, will you? Intercept it? | And then what? Cover me, KITT.
I hope my Spanish | is up to par.
Senor Bernie Mitchell | calling.
Mr.
Perez is | out for the evening.
I see.
It's important | that I speak with him.
Do you know where he is? Si, he's visiting | his nephew, Arturo and then he's meeting Senor | Devon Miles for a late supper.
I see, muchas gracias.
My apologies, Mr.
Miles.
I beg your pardon? You're having a late supper with | Alfredo, please give him my regards.
I'd be glad to.
Now, if we can | conclude our business? I hate keeping | Alfredo waiting.
Have you time | for one tequila? Of course.
Gracias.
Thanks, Bernie, | you don't have to come up.
No, no, no, | darling, it's my pleasure.
This won't take long.
Lead the way.
Flight 147 arriving at | Gate 4 from Mexico City.
No, no, | that part went just fine.
Devon, | Lauren sailed through customs wearing a fortune in jewels, | no one even looked twice.
Good.
Now, all you | have to do is wait until Bernie Mitchell tries | to retrieve the jewels.
Once he does, he's ours.
That's the problem, | we're stuck here in customs.
There's a small | army going over KITT with a fine-tooth comb, and | they won't take no for an answer.
We'll see about that.
Get me the senior officer | in customs, please.
Thanks for | bringing me home, Bernie.
Are you kidding? For my favorite model, | I'd move a mountain.
Forget the mountain, Bernie.
We | got a dozen things to do today.
Yes, you were sensational, | sweetheart, let me tell you, take a few days off, | get some beauty rest, huh? Oh, um, maybe you better give me | the costume jewelry.
Bernie, you said | that I could keep it.
I know, but I've been looking | at it, it's not right for you.
It's much too gaudy.
All right, darling, | the charade is now over and Bernie is very | disappointed in you.
I don't know | what you mean.
I was watching you | on the flight back.
I've given | diamonds to women before and I know how a woman acts | when she's wearing them.
There's a special quality | in her eyes, a luminescence.
I saw that quality in | your eyes.
I saw that look.
I saw it, | and I said to myself: "Why, why does she have | that look in her eye? "This beautiful young lady | should think she's wearing glass, | and she has that look.
" Then, I realized that | you knew what was happening, you and your friends.
Rachel liked you so much.
She trusted you.
You killed Rachel! You murdered her! I'm sorry you said that, | my lovely Lauren.
It could cost you your life.
It was absolutely outrageous! They poked and prodded me like | I was a common getaway car.
How much further | to Lauren's? Approximately 11 minutes.
Just when we were about to | close in on Bernie.
You're worried about Lauren, | aren't you? Bernie's already | killed two people, KITT.
It wouldn't be too | hard to make it three.
That's Bernie Mitchell's car.
MichaeI, they have | Lauren in that vehicle.
That's what I was afraid of.
What are you planning to do? Can't do much, pal, | except follow them and wait for an opening.
He could kill her | if we make a move now.
You know what, KITT? We need an ace in the hole.
I recognize the tone | in your voice, MichaeI.
Do you have an idea? Tell me what you | know about banks.
Banks? Banks, and the electronic | transfer of money.
Any progress, KITT? Come on, what did you get? I'm a computer, | not a miracle worker.
Don't count miracles out, | we may need one.
All right, | there's Bernie's mansion, let's see how he feels | about party crashers.
Buzz me as soon as | you get something.
What do you want, | lover boy? I want Lauren.
Don't we all? Unfortunately, we can't always | get the things we want in life.
I want Lauren.
Give her to me.
Or you can add kidnapping | to your list of charges.
What list of charges? I plan to leave | the country within an hour.
I found a lovely little island | in the Caribbean.
I call it paradise.
Unfortunately, you'll | never be able to see it.
MichaeI, I've done it! Sorry, Bernie.
| I just got word, there's trouble in paradise.
What're you talking about? You're broke.
Seems all the money's been transferred | from your numbered accounts.
Some sort of | computer mix-up.
Me broke? You don't believe me? | Check your computer.
Come inside, ding-a-ling.
Me broke! We'll wait right here.
Wait a minute.
| There's something wrong.
It says only a dollar left! You could write | one of those books, "Grand Caymans on | a Dollar-a-Day.
" You've done something wrong | here, something illegal! Michael! Hold it right there.
Very nice, buddy.
| Very nice.
You can always | bank on me, MichaeI.
It didn't take long | for Nina to start singing | like a canary.
Turns out they got state and | federal authorities lined up, waiting for | a piece of Bernie.
Here you go.
Thanks.
I remember when Rachel | and I moved in, we had such high hopes, | grand illusions.
Lauren, you didn't pick | the wrong profession.
You just picked | the wrong people.
Besides, you're moving into | a new apartment.
You wait and see.
You're going to hang | in there, aren't you? Will I see you again? Unless you change your name | and move to Okinawa.
You know what I'd like, now that we don't | have to pretend anymore? No, but I got a feeling | you are gonna tell me.
To do it for real.
Bye.
Careful, wait a minute, | I need that mirror.
Young man, Maurice and I | have reported you and that talking car | to the authorities.
Cars don't talk, | do they, KITT? Absolutely not.
No self-respecting car, | that is.
You took the words | right out of my mouth, pal.
That's why I'm here.
Beautiful models, | all bringing in fortunes in jewels, | only to have them stolen.
Until two years ago, | it seems you didn't exist.
You could have fooled me.
How nice of you to join us.
KITT, get over here.
That young man was talking | to his car, Maurice.
Too late to slow down, pal.
And it may be | too late to turbo, MichaeI.
Better not be.
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 helpIess, the powerless in a world of criminals | who operate above the law.
So, I looked Mr.
Hollywood | Producer right in the eye, and I said: "Do you really expect to put | a price on beauty like this? That would be like | trying to sell the sunrise.
" So Mr.
Producer nods and says that is exactly | what he wants to do, to sell the sunrise.
So what could I do? I smiled dramatically, | and I said: "Well, | if that's the way you feel, make sure | it's a big price.
" Rachel, it's our chance | to get out of here it's something we | always hoped for.
It's not right.
| Not this way.
Chris, we can wait.
For what? Old age? There's got to be | another way, Chris.
There's got to be.
Please.
I can't.
| I'm sorry.
Rachel, wait a minute.
Hey, are you okay? Yes.
No, I don't know.
Lauren, I'm going home.
Well, I'll | drive you then.
No, you shouldn't leave.
| It's okay.
I'll hardly be missed.
Look, I'll | take you, and I'll come right back.
Are you gonna be all right? MichaeI, | I'm not sure I understand.
What will these | models be wearing? Next spring's fashions.
Why? The clothing last spring | seemed satisfactory.
Why create new appareI? KITT, people's tastes change.
They like new designs, | new lines.
Why can't people be content | with what they have? Think of it this way, KITT, if Detroit had been content, | you'd still be a Model T.
Ain't nobody | loves me better.
Makes me happy.
Makes me feeI this way.
Ain't nobody.
Loves me better than you.
.
Faster! That's it.
Great, | really sexy, just there.
That's wonderful.
Lauren, try that.
| That's it.
Light's all right.
| Wonderful.
Move it over to the left.
That's it.
| That's perfect! That's wonderful.
| Just a little more.
Come on.
Really sexy.
| I can feel it.
Really sexy.
That's it.
Lauren, fall back.
That's it.
| Why don't you take a break? Hi.
Mmm.
By the way, | I'm Michael Knight.
After all this, | you had better be.
Mr.
Miles | described you perfectly.
Thanks for coming.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
I told everyone that | you were an old flame.
That'll help | explain you being here.
That's what the hug | and kiss were all about.
Oh.
Not a bad cover.
Why don't we go | somewhere we can talk? Okay.
What do you think | about these earrings? They are okay.
What do you | think of these? They are okay.
Glad to be of service.
I don't care what | the police report said, Rachel did not | commit suicide.
Lauren, | I never said that she did.
All I'm saying is that | everything pointed to that.
No sign of struggle, no | forced entry, nothing stolen and an empty bottle | of sleeping pills.
She had those | pills for over a year.
Michael, the night | she died, she was upset.
More than upset, | she was scared.
She said she had | an argument with Chris, but it was more than that.
That's why I came | to the Foundation.
Look, she couldn't | have killed herself.
She had too much to live for.
I want to find | who killed her.
Who and why.
Me, too.
Lauren, | that's why I'm here.
Thanks.
I better get back.
Okay.
Come on, | Nancy, we got to get going.
Lauren's got another booking.
There's Lauren.
If you want to book her, it's | gonna be more money for you.
Let me | check that artwork.
Who's the quarterback? Oh, that's Nina Jurgenson, | Bernie's right hand.
Bernie Mitchell, "The Man | who Makes the Stars Shine.
" Well, that's some | press agent's creation.
Actually, | Bernie is a really sweet guy who happens to be a genius | at developing talent.
Rachel was one | of his favorites.
Lauren, darling, we said | take a break, not a vacation.
Okay, see you later.
Bye, sweetheart.
I am Nina Jurgenson, | Mr.
Knight.
Lauren told me all about you.
Very nice to meet you, but | please, call me Michael.
Oh, Michael.
We don't encourage the | boyfriends to attend the sessions the girls tend to | lose their concentration.
Well, we wouldn't | want that, would we? Certainly not.
Okay, girls, | let's get moving quicker.
Come on, Lauren.
KITT, give me | an address on Chris Carlson.
Right away, MichaeI.
The address is | 997 Grandby Street.
MichaeI, I didn't realize | you knew that young woman.
Lauren? I don't.
I didn't.
For two strangers, you | appeared awfully familiar.
Were you spying on me? I was simply monitoring you.
It's part of my Job.
Yeah, well, what you were | monitoring was part of my job.
It's nice work | when you can get it.
Mmm! "Carlson.
Number 5.
" KITT, see if you can | trace the incoming call.
Yes, MichaeI.
Hello? Monsieur Carlson, please.
Speaking.
Mr.
Carlson, | this is Phillip Rambeaux.
We have received | your cable regarding the diamond | necklace and earrings.
If the gems are of the | quality you indicated, we would be most happy | to represent them for you.
Okay, good.
Your cable indicated you might be | in Europe as early as next week.
I look forward to | hearing from you.
Good.
Au revoir.
Any luck? It was placed from the offices | of Rambeaux and Sons in Geneva, Switzerland.
Rambeaux and Sons | is one of the largest jewelry makers | in all of Europe.
But-but that | doesn't make sense.
Rachel and Chris put every | penny they earned into the bank to buy a farm | back in Ohio.
The closest Rachel ever got to | diamonds was the costume jewelry that Bernie gave us to | wear in the photo sessions.
He gave it to you? | You mean, to keep? Sometimes.
In fact, Rachel just | got back from France with a really | beautiful necklace.
If you don't mind, I'd | like to see that necklace.
Why? I don't know, got a hunch.
Wait a minute.
If that stuff were real, | it would be worth a fortune.
Easily worth | a trip to Switzerland.
But I don't get it.
I mean, why would | Bernie give it to Rachel and not tell her about it? If you keep abusing | that vehicle, I'm going to report | you to the Auto Club.
Oh, my God.
The guy who just left | the building, ID his car.
You stay here and | don't touch a thing.
What- KITT, get over here.
What do you have? The plates on | the car were stolen.
It's heading north.
That young man was talking | to his car, Maurice.
Can you imagine talking to | something that can't talk back? MichaeI, the car we're | pursuing just parked at 997 Grandby Street.
That's where | Rachel's boyfriend lives.
Carlson! MichaeI, be carefuI.
| My sensors indicate MichaeI, are you all right? No.
This job is getting to | be a pain in the neck.
MichaeI, there's | a lot of traffic up ahead.
MichaeI, there's a red light.
And he ran it.
| Too late to slow down, pal.
And it may be too | late to turbo, MichaeI.
Better not be.
MichaeI, we can't.
I know.
I know.
Doesn't make any sense, | Michael.
All this intrigue | over costume jewelry? What if the costume jewelry | wasn't just cut glass? What if it was real? | Devon, I did some checking.
It turns out Rachel's boyfriend | was an amateur rock hound.
And he could | recognize real jewels.
He could have.
And if he did, and he wanted to | sell the jewelry, that might explain why Rachel was | so worried the night she was killed.
Are you suggesting | that he killed her? No.
Rachel came home that night | very early, very unexpected.
She surprised | someone in her apartment.
What if that guy was | looking for jewelry? Yes, you may have something, | Michael.
In the last year | and a half, six models from the Mitchell | Agency were robbed.
And each reported | costume jewelry missing.
She surprised him.
And the guy who killed her tried | to make it look like suicide.
But he couldn't | find the necklace.
Which explains the man you | saw leaving Lauren's apartment.
That's right, but he still | couldn't find the necklace.
So, he figures | Rachel's boyfriend's got it, decides to head | over to his place.
Unfortunately, for him.
Beautiful models, all | bringing in fortunes in jewels from foreign countries, | only to have them stolen.
It's intriguing, but it just | doesn't quite make sense.
I mean, what possible | purpose could it serve? I don't know.
It's a question I'd | like to ask Mr.
Mitchell.
Tea? No, thank you.
I'm going to a party.
I suppose | this party is another phase of your undercover | work with Lauren.
Hey, it's a tough job but- I know, someone has to do it.
I am delighted to see you | wearing a tuxedo, though.
I thought you | weren't into fashions.
I'm not into | the irrationaI need to constantly change | the design of clothing.
Oh, well, excuse me.
The tuxedo, | however, is a classic, it has changed very little | during the past 100 years.
Oh, yeah? | Just so you know, this tuxedo | is hot and scratchy and stiff.
A small price to pay | for style and elegance.
Oh, is that right? Well, maybe I should fit you | with a Continental Kit and a pair of mud flaps, | and see how you like it.
You wouldn't dare! | Would you? Don't tempt me.
Look's like its | quite a party, huh, KITT? Yes, it seems like it, | MichaeI.
Good evening.
Well, it happened in | October, 1951.
We had just parachuted | about 50 kilometers behind the North Korean lines, and the three guys | I jumped with, my buddies, they all bought it, pow, | pow, pow, just like that.
And old Bernie bought | about four pounds of shrapnel into various | parts of his body that I'm afraid to mention, in | the presence of the gentlemen.
But, I'm alive, right? | And it's no problem.
Maybe a little one.
Uh, when I go to airports, I have | to go through the metal detectors, you ought to see | the looks I get.
Now, I have another story | that might be funny, I mean, | this one was not that hot.
I don't know who is he, | or what he's up to, but I don't like it.
He didn't pass security, | either.
He could be a problem.
Could be? | He is a problem.
If he isn't what he | says he is, we'll find out.
Excuse me.
I can't believe | it's Bernie.
I can't believe it, I mean, he's been like | a father to us.
I can't believe it.
| Why Rachel? I don't know.
That's what we're | here to find out.
Lauren? I'm going to find | out what's going on.
That's not the way | to do it, believe me.
I talked to Rachel's | mom and dad last night.
It was hard enough | for them to lose her, but to think that | she killed herself is just destroying them.
We're going to find out what | really happened to Rachel.
I promise.
But we got to take | things one step at a time.
Okay? Now, first thing that I want | to do is take a look around.
Where is Bernie's office? It's at the end | of the hall.
Okay.
Michael, | I'm going with you.
No, you're not.
I want you to stay, | keep an eye on things.
Michael, I want to- | Lauren, we're supposed to | be in love here.
Now, the first commandment | of being undercover is never, never, never, | blow your cover.
Oh, excuse me.
| Thank you.
Enjoying yourself? Terrific.
You know, Bernie sure knows | how to throw a great party.
Bernie's a warm, | generous person.
What about you, Michael? Me? Yes, you.
We ran a check on you.
Until two years ago, | it seems you didn't exist.
No kidding.
| You could have fooled me.
KITT, I know there is a safe | in here somewhere.
Give me a clue, | will you, buddy? Very, very nice! Okay, I'm gonna need | some help with this.
Slowly, MichaeI.
Good.
There.
Forty-three.
| Now to the right.
There.
Twenty-seven.
| To the left.
That's it.
Eleven.
| Now to the right again.
Seventeen.
Voila! Call me if | somebody is coming.
Yeah! Yeah! | Yeah! KITT, you tell me, | are these real? Yes, reaI glass.
Glass? MichaeI, | someone is approaching! Come on.
Mmm.
KITT, I'm in trouble.
My sensors indicate | they're not armed, MichaeI.
No, no, | not that kind of trouble.
I'm stuck in a closet.
Are they holding you captive? No.
They're too busy | holding each other.
Listen, just do something, | will you? Create a diversion.
Oh, dear.
What kind of | diversion would be appropriate? I don't care what you do! | Just get them out of here.
Poltergeist! Poltergeist? So, Bernie's got | dummy corporations and numbered bank accounts | in the Grand Caymans.
He's a busy man.
And an extremely | wealthy man, too, if these | figures are accurate.
Devon, can we find out where Bernie's | models have traveled last year? Hmm, certainly.
The Grand Caymans are the | Caribbean version of Switzerland.
It's an ideal | place to hide money, if you don't want | anyone to know about it.
Or launder the stuff | you shouldn't have.
Well, they've been to Spain, | France, Greece, and Chile.
Devon, don't those countries | have currency restriction? Extremely strict regulations.
In fact, it is impossible to transfer | large sums of money out of them.
But if you used that money | to buy expensive jewels And switched the real jewels in | place of the costume jewelry You could whisk them | right through customs.
On the necks and wrists of | beautiful American models.
Once they're back in the States, | Bernie converts the jewelry to cash, transfers the cash to | those numbered bank accounts in the Grand Caymans | and takes a healthy percentage | off the top for himself.
If you're | on the right track, these necklaces are | for Bernie's next customers.
Orozco and Perrera.
Well, they | certainly fit the profile.
Wealthy industrialists who are | trying to get money out of Mexico.
Devon, the next agency | shoot is in Mexico City.
Lauren is scheduled | to leave tomorrow.
I don't think Lauren | should be there alone.
Oh, and Michael, | remember, the Foundation has no legal | jurisdiction in Mexico.
Neither does Bernie Mitchell.
| I'm gonna go talk to Lauren.
Keep an eye on things, buddy.
Of course, MichaeI.
Keep that up, and you'll be on the wrong end | of a "Car Bites Dog" story! Lauren.
Devon, I'm convinced | he forced her to go with him! Now I want to get down there.
I'll make arrangements | to get you and KITT on a plane to Mexico City | as soon as possible.
I do not intend to set one | wheeI inside an airplane.
KITT, buddy, I need | you to translate for me.
Why don't you want to go? Because I don't like flying.
But, KITT, | you've never flown before.
One doesn't have to be bitten | by a dog to dislike dog bites.
Besides, | if cars were meant to fly, they would have | been made with wings.
All right, if that's how | you feel, I'll go alone.
I'll just pick up | a rental car in Mexico City.
A rentaI car? | MichaeI, you wouldn't.
Perhaps I could make this | one flight an exception.
I had a feeling you | would see it that way.
Given what's happened, I'm still concerned about | sending you down there alone.
Particularly | without any kind of plan.
Funny you should mention | that, because I have an idea that makes this | a team effort and help us get | all the hard evidence we need to nail this guy | Bernie once and for all.
Everybody's talking | to computers.
They're all dancing to | a drum machine.
I know I'm living | on the outside.
Scared of getting | caught between.
I'm so cooI and calculated, | alone in the modern world.
Uh-huh.
But Sally has a hard time | holding back.
The alley to her heart | is a beaten track.
.
That wasn't so bad, was it? Three hours | in a cargo hold was bad.
Two hours in a Mexican | traffic Jam was impossible.
I only hope there was | a good reason for all this.
KITT, I need you to record | everything that goes on inside.
It would have been far easier and | cheaper to bring a tape recorder.
Sure, | but it wouldn't be the same without your | cheery personality.
Very funny.
Feel the sun.
| Feel it.
Feel it against each other.
| It's really hot.
Midday.
Great! Uh, play with the burro, | por favor.
Get behind his ear.
| Okay, good.
That's it! Good.
| Good.
Okay, take a break.
| Uh, do we have any jewelry? There.
Good.
Let's see | one on I'm so happy you are here.
Yeah, me, too.
Let's go | somewhere we can talk.
Okay.
Something's happening, | Michael.
Something really big.
Bernie's throwing a big party | tonight for some Mexican VIPs.
Their names wouldn't happen to | be Perrera and Orozco, would they? Yes.
Look out, | here comes Lady Macbeth.
I'll fill you in later.
I suppose, you are just | passing through town? You know, it's a beautiful day | for a drive.
Isn't it? Oh, it's lovely that you don't | have to work for a living.
But she does.
Lauren, | they're waiting for you.
Bye.
| See you, sweetheart.
You're becoming more trouble | than you're worth, Mr.
Knight.
I think Bernie would be | a better judge of that.
Actually, I've got a | business proposition for him.
Mr.
Mitchell does not do business | with his models' boyfriends.
Don't put money on it.
Nina, we're ready.
Be right with you, Nancy.
We'll see, Mr.
Knight.
Pop in that cassette, buddy.
| You're about to earn your keep.
All right, | young man, I'm very busy.
So why don't you tell me | what it is you want? If you don't mind, | I'd like a little privacy.
After all, | it is confidential.
Spit it out, lover boy.
I thought we | would discuss money.
Lots of it.
Tucked away in cozy little | accounts in the Grand Caymans.
Ring any bells? You've got no idea what | you're talking about.
No? Five accounts in the | Chartered Bank of Grand Cayman.
Sequentially numbered: | zero, ten, twelve sixty-two to sixty-six.
That's for starters.
Wait a minute.
Just tell me something.
| Who are you? Well, I'm more than | a persistent boyfriend.
Just like you are more than | the owner of a modeling agency.
I happen to represent a very | wealthy English expatriate who has vast | holdings in Mexico.
Now, this particular | gentleman is planning to | leave the country and he'd like to | take his money with him.
I have letters | of introduction.
If you'd like | to check him out.
I'd like to check him out.
That's good, because he's looking | forward to meeting you, too.
Adios, amigos.
Lovely party, Bernie.
Oh, thank you, Nina.
Think our cover is working? So far.
But we can't let | our guard down.
Not even for a second.
You take your work | very seriously, don't you? I'm a dedicated | professional.
Almost compulsive | at times.
I think I'm beginning to like | this undercover stuff.
Think I could make | a career out of it? With practice | and qualified instruction.
Senor, welcome.
| Senorita.
Senor Miles, | how nice of you join us.
"But, soft! What light | through yonder window breaks?" I spend my life | around beautiful women.
How could I | have missed you? Ships in the night, | perhaps.
You, | my dear, could be a star.
Mr.
Mitchell, I'm afraid we | have a limited amount of time.
Business, business, | always business.
Never enough time for | life's true pleasure.
See you later.
| Come.
Does he do that to | every woman he meets? Just the ones he likes.
You must be Lauren.
| I'm April.
Michael's told me | so much about you.
I didn't think there | was that much to tell.
According to | Michael there is.
Listen, I know how hard | this must be for you.
But, I promise | it'll be okay, believe me.
Letters of | introduction can be forged.
Phone calls can't.
Let's see if Senor Perez | really wrote this letter.
KITT, intercept the call, will you? Intercept it? | And then what? Cover me, KITT.
I hope my Spanish | is up to par.
Senor Bernie Mitchell | calling.
Mr.
Perez is | out for the evening.
I see.
It's important | that I speak with him.
Do you know where he is? Si, he's visiting | his nephew, Arturo and then he's meeting Senor | Devon Miles for a late supper.
I see, muchas gracias.
My apologies, Mr.
Miles.
I beg your pardon? You're having a late supper with | Alfredo, please give him my regards.
I'd be glad to.
Now, if we can | conclude our business? I hate keeping | Alfredo waiting.
Have you time | for one tequila? Of course.
Gracias.
Thanks, Bernie, | you don't have to come up.
No, no, no, | darling, it's my pleasure.
This won't take long.
Lead the way.
Flight 147 arriving at | Gate 4 from Mexico City.
No, no, | that part went just fine.
Devon, | Lauren sailed through customs wearing a fortune in jewels, | no one even looked twice.
Good.
Now, all you | have to do is wait until Bernie Mitchell tries | to retrieve the jewels.
Once he does, he's ours.
That's the problem, | we're stuck here in customs.
There's a small | army going over KITT with a fine-tooth comb, and | they won't take no for an answer.
We'll see about that.
Get me the senior officer | in customs, please.
Thanks for | bringing me home, Bernie.
Are you kidding? For my favorite model, | I'd move a mountain.
Forget the mountain, Bernie.
We | got a dozen things to do today.
Yes, you were sensational, | sweetheart, let me tell you, take a few days off, | get some beauty rest, huh? Oh, um, maybe you better give me | the costume jewelry.
Bernie, you said | that I could keep it.
I know, but I've been looking | at it, it's not right for you.
It's much too gaudy.
All right, darling, | the charade is now over and Bernie is very | disappointed in you.
I don't know | what you mean.
I was watching you | on the flight back.
I've given | diamonds to women before and I know how a woman acts | when she's wearing them.
There's a special quality | in her eyes, a luminescence.
I saw that quality in | your eyes.
I saw that look.
I saw it, | and I said to myself: "Why, why does she have | that look in her eye? "This beautiful young lady | should think she's wearing glass, | and she has that look.
" Then, I realized that | you knew what was happening, you and your friends.
Rachel liked you so much.
She trusted you.
You killed Rachel! You murdered her! I'm sorry you said that, | my lovely Lauren.
It could cost you your life.
It was absolutely outrageous! They poked and prodded me like | I was a common getaway car.
How much further | to Lauren's? Approximately 11 minutes.
Just when we were about to | close in on Bernie.
You're worried about Lauren, | aren't you? Bernie's already | killed two people, KITT.
It wouldn't be too | hard to make it three.
That's Bernie Mitchell's car.
MichaeI, they have | Lauren in that vehicle.
That's what I was afraid of.
What are you planning to do? Can't do much, pal, | except follow them and wait for an opening.
He could kill her | if we make a move now.
You know what, KITT? We need an ace in the hole.
I recognize the tone | in your voice, MichaeI.
Do you have an idea? Tell me what you | know about banks.
Banks? Banks, and the electronic | transfer of money.
Any progress, KITT? Come on, what did you get? I'm a computer, | not a miracle worker.
Don't count miracles out, | we may need one.
All right, | there's Bernie's mansion, let's see how he feels | about party crashers.
Buzz me as soon as | you get something.
What do you want, | lover boy? I want Lauren.
Don't we all? Unfortunately, we can't always | get the things we want in life.
I want Lauren.
Give her to me.
Or you can add kidnapping | to your list of charges.
What list of charges? I plan to leave | the country within an hour.
I found a lovely little island | in the Caribbean.
I call it paradise.
Unfortunately, you'll | never be able to see it.
MichaeI, I've done it! Sorry, Bernie.
| I just got word, there's trouble in paradise.
What're you talking about? You're broke.
Seems all the money's been transferred | from your numbered accounts.
Some sort of | computer mix-up.
Me broke? You don't believe me? | Check your computer.
Come inside, ding-a-ling.
Me broke! We'll wait right here.
Wait a minute.
| There's something wrong.
It says only a dollar left! You could write | one of those books, "Grand Caymans on | a Dollar-a-Day.
" You've done something wrong | here, something illegal! Michael! Hold it right there.
Very nice, buddy.
| Very nice.
You can always | bank on me, MichaeI.
It didn't take long | for Nina to start singing | like a canary.
Turns out they got state and | federal authorities lined up, waiting for | a piece of Bernie.
Here you go.
Thanks.
I remember when Rachel | and I moved in, we had such high hopes, | grand illusions.
Lauren, you didn't pick | the wrong profession.
You just picked | the wrong people.
Besides, you're moving into | a new apartment.
You wait and see.
You're going to hang | in there, aren't you? Will I see you again? Unless you change your name | and move to Okinawa.
You know what I'd like, now that we don't | have to pretend anymore? No, but I got a feeling | you are gonna tell me.
To do it for real.
Bye.
Careful, wait a minute, | I need that mirror.
Young man, Maurice and I | have reported you and that talking car | to the authorities.
Cars don't talk, | do they, KITT? Absolutely not.
No self-respecting car, | that is.
You took the words | right out of my mouth, pal.