Knight Rider (1982) s03e11 Episode Script

The Chameleon has already | threatened to kill you if your paths | should ever cross again.
You don't get to be | the Man of a Thousand Faces without learning | a few new tricks.
l always thought there wasn't | enough of me to go around.
Here l always thought | there was one too many.
Shall we say the price is | $5 million? Cash, of course.
Shall we say | when can l get it? Michael! Just when you think | he's run out of surprises.
Knight Rider, | a shadowy flight into the dangerous world | of a man who does not exist.
Michael 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.
Look at it, Bryson.
| Smell it.
Yeah.
They must've | just waxed the floors.
l'm not talking about floors, Bryson.
| l'm talking about American jurisprudence.
The District Court of Appeals.
The conscience of | the criminal justice system.
Save it for the judge.
| l'm just warming up.
ln this game, you've got to | come out of the blocks fast.
Do you mind if we | make a little pit stop? You know, there's always | something with you.
Bryson, will you lighten up? | You'll live longer.
All right.
Come on.
You know the routine.
Age before beauty.
How long you been doing this? | About six years.
Take off your robe.
No, it's not what you think, Your | Honor.
Come on, just take it off.
Hurry.
That's it.
Move it.
Escaped prisoner.
| Hit the alarm! KlTT, give me the point spread | on this week's game, will you? Michael, I really | don't think gambling is a proper use | of Foundation equipment.
You're absolutely right.
Forget | it.
l shouldn't have asked.
l was way, way out of line.
Thank you, Michael.
| Just tell me who's gonna win.
Michael! Devon is calling.
| Yo, Devon! What's up, buddy? Nothing | good, I'm afraid, Michael.
You remember that thief you caught | with a shipment of stolen arms? J.
Gordon Baxter? Alias, the Chameleon.
How can | l forget? But he's in prison.
Was, Michael.
He was scheduled to appear at the | District Court of Appeals this morning.
He's just escaped.
Knowing the Chameleon as well | as l do, he's long gone by now.
Not necessarily.
They've | cordoned off the building.
There's reason to believe he | may still be in the vicinity.
All right, l got you.
| We're on our way.
You have my sympathies, Judge.
At least l can take this | face off when l'm finished.
He's in there.
The escaped | prisoner's in my chambers! Hurry! He's done it again! Okay, buddy, out! | l'm commandeering this van.
Did you see | what that lady just did? KlTT, that was no lady.
Michael? | We're going for it, partner.
That's the van | over there, Michael.
It's only been a matter of seconds, | Michael.
He couldn't have gotten far.
That's the Chameleon, partner.
Couple of seconds | is all it takes.
l mean, it's remarkable.
lmagine being capable of | producing a mask of this quality while locked up | behind prison bars.
You don't get to be The Man of a | Thousand Voices and a Thousand Faces without learning | a few new tricks.
l had him, Devon.
| l had him! Yes, it's an all-too-common | story, l'm afraid, Michael.
The important thing | is now with his reputation for | stealing sophisticated weapons and selling them | to the highest bidder he's got to be caught, | and the sooner, the better.
Anything new on him in the | computer? Nothing useful.
He's been in prison since you helped | put him there back in August, 1982.
What about his daughter, | Tonie? Tonie? According to our information, | she still lives here in town.
Terrific.
| lt's a good place to start.
Michael, l know it goes without | saying, but l'm going to say it anyway.
Be careful.
| l will.
Perhaps later, my place? | Alone? Believe me, Bertil, | it's not the impossible dream.
My friends, yes.
How are you doing? | Fine.
Excuse me, my good Gordon, is that you? Yes, it is you, isn't it? | Welcome home! lt's good to be back, Armand.
l | see, the place is about the same.
Only the bellybuttons | have changed.
lt's all right, Ryles.
| He's an old friend.
Two years is a long time, | eh, my friend? You have no idea, Armand.
That's why l plan to make up | for every moment of it.
Of course.
Of course.
How may l help you? First, l need one big job.
| And the bigger, the better.
All right.
l've recently received | inquiries about an item that might be | right up your alley.
lt's called | Project Lone Eagle.
The Air Force is testing | it now at Webly Field.
And how much is in it | for me? $1 million.
lt's a start.
l'm glad you think so.
But you said, ''first.
'' May l ask, what's second? Yes.
l plan to kill someone | by the name of Michael Knight.
Michael, if Tonie Baxter | lives where that so-called music | is coming from I suspect she hasn't heard | about her father's escape.
l don't know.
Guess that depends | on how she feels about him.
KlTT, run down the name of the top | dog in illegal arms around here.
I'll get right on it, Michael.
And keep- | Your scanner peeled.
Right.
No, thank you.
Who said that? | I did.
Please keep your advertisement | off my person.
''Off your person?'' You're a car! A figure of speech.
Wow.
l've heard of alarm systems | that do everything, but now they've got one | that talks.
We all got a job to do.
Not on me! Look, l got my professional | pride to deal with here! l got integrity! When l promise to deliver | 500 circulars l don't just dump them in the | sewer like some other guys! The things I'm forced | to put up with.
Michael? | Hi, Tonie.
Whoo! You look terrific.
The place is kind of a mess.
| l've been rehearsing all morning.
lt's my band's new song.
l didn't say your place, | l said you.
Don't tell me.
You just happened | to be in the neighborhood and What's my father done now? | Escaped.
What's that got to do with | me? Tonie, he's your father.
So what? lt's a biological fact, | not a relationship.
Whether you want to believe it | or not, there is a difference.
One doesn't necessarily | equal the other.
Tonie, l know how painful this | is for you.
Then why are you here? Because someone had to come.
l thought you'd rather hear it from me | than from some rookie cop taking notes.
l'm sorry, Michael.
You | were straight with me before.
lt's just that every time l think | he's out of my life once and for all someone knocks on my door, or l | turn on the TV and there he is again.
Looks like you put a lot of room | between you and your old life, huh? What happened to college? | l quit.
lt's all part | of burying the past.
You can see | how successful it's been.
The answer's no.
What? Your eyes have been asking | ever since you walked in: ''Have you seen your father? | Has he contacted you?'' All right.
You've always | been straight with me.
Your answer's ''no.
'' | l got no more questions.
Just one request.
lf you happen to see your | father, l'd appreciate a call.
Okay? Okay.
Don't give up on that | new life.
lt can be done.
Did she give you anything, | Michael? Yeah.
The truth.
| She hasn't seen him.
Yet.
What did you get | on that arms dealer? Armand Pressler, one of the most | ruthless traffickers in illegal arms on the | North American continent.
Sounds like my kind of guy.
KlTT, this Armand Pressler didn't get to be number one | arms dealer playing with kids.
He's got to think | l'm a top mercenary.
Michael, top mercenaries always seem to have | other mercenaries out to assassinate them.
Wouldn't you be happier with a more | modest rating, say, fourth or fifth? Forget it, pal! Armand only deals with the | best and if l'm not the best- He won't | lead you to the Chameleon.
That's the bottom line.
So | let's make me one mean machine.
As you wish, Michael.
Since soldiers of fortune | invariably use aliases you can choose between John | Doe, Jack Smith, or Joe Brown.
l'll take Jack Smith.
| Sounds like a winner.
Very well.
Jack Smith it is.
Former Special Forces | commando, active in the Congo Namibia, Dominican Republic.
Let's not overdo it here! Michael, | you wanted to be top dog.
Anything else you want to tell me | before l enter this den of jackals? Yes, Michael.
Don't tell me.
| That means, ''be careful.
'' In Swahili.
Thanks, partner.
Hey! You need | a membership card.
My initiation fee.
We don't need any new members.
| Then l'll just visit.
That's all right.
| l'll just seat myself.
Hi, my name is lngrid.
Hello, lngrid.
Can l buy | you a drink? Thank you.
Dar Bel Dormey.
| Put it on my tab, please.
That's a very good choice.
| Cool, fine, elegant.
Nice flavor.
Just like a woman | named lngrid.
And what is your name? | Jack Smith.
Good choice.
| l'm glad you like it.
lngrid, can you tell me where l might | find a man by the name of Armand Pressler? Yes.
Try over there.
l'll see you later? | Mmm-hmm.
Easy, Ryles.
Sit.
Sit.
That's quite all right.
| Don't get up.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
| My name is Jack Smith.
That hardly seems reason enough | to attack my bouncer, Mr.
Smith.
He attacked.
| l just retaliated.
A man after my own heart.
Now, just why are you here? l'm in need of something very special.
| l heard you were once the man to see.
''Once,'' as in past tense? When the Chameleon | was working for you.
But now that he is in prison, | Armand they say you've lost | some of your touch.
Whoever ''they'' are, Mr | Smith.
Smith don't know what | ''they'' are talking about.
As for the Chameleon, well, l have | someone just as good, if not better.
Fine, l'll talk to him.
No, no, no, l don't think so.
Now, just what is it | you wanted? Scorpion missiles.
Scorpion missiles? For that, | l'll need a little time.
Take as long as you want.
| Up to 24 hours.
l'll be in touch.
Telephone | for Mr.
Armand Pressler.
Telephone | for Mr.
Armand Pressler.
KlTT, Armand just got a call.
| Let's see what it's all about, huh? Right, Michael.
Ah-ha.
| They're using a scrambler.
I'm afraid so, Michael.
A very good one, I might add.
It's | beyond my deciphering capabilities.
Bonnie's been dying to try | out that new LBG analyzer.
Here's her big chance.
Tonie.
Don't be afraid, | l'm your father.
Father? ls that the role | you're playing now? l never stopped | being your father.
What about all those years | you spent in prison? Or off somewhere | selling guns? Tonie, a man does | what he has to do.
That's all.
And he gets | what he deserves.
ln your case, that was prison.
| Yeah, but not this time.
No one's ever gonna put me away | again.
Especially Michael Knight.
Tonie, what did you tell him? What could l tell him? | l don't know anything.
Good girl.
| Please.
Tonie, look.
| l am working on a big one.
This time l'm going to make | more money for us than you've ever seen | in your entire life and l'm doing it just for us, | honey.
For you and me.
l don't want your money.
You want to know | what l want, Dad? l want you | to leave me alone.
Because you hurt me.
And l | don't want to be hurt anymore.
Tonie! Look, l have to go to the High Desert.
| We'll talk about this when l get back.
Baby, believe me.
Hurting you is | the last thing l ever want to do.
Getting any closer, Bonnie? Should be.
The LBG analyzer is on the cutting | edge of sonic distortion technology.
ln English please, Bonnie.
lt'll break down any scrambled | message, given enough time.
How much time? How much time? | l'll tell you when l get it.
Yes.
It's me.
That's it.
That's it.
| You are beautiful.
The Lone Eagle | is about to fly.
Very good.
And once you finish this job, | my friend I have a new buyer | you may wish to meet.
Forget it, Armand.
| After this job, I'm retiring.
Lone Eagle.
| Any idea what that means? A code name for the | Chameleon's next target.
Do you know where | that phone call came from? A phone booth | in the Laurel Canyon area.
Laurel Canyon.
| That's where Tonie lives.
Michael, do you think | he's gone to meet her? l don't think, Devon.
l know.
Now that's what l call a very | nice flowing, easy stride.
How did you find me? Don't tell me that car | of yours is psychic, too.
Almost.
But this time l asked your | friendly next door neighbor.
You mind if l join you? Michael, you're weird.
Why? Half the men in | America jog.
With their dogs.
Not their cars.
Rocky Marciano, | Muhammad Ali are still pretty | after all those fights.
The Bronx Bomber, | Joe Louis every one of them did road work | with their car following behind them.
Right, KlTT? | Whatever you say, Michael.
There.
| l take that back.
You're both weird.
Now what do you want? To know | what your father said to you.
l haven't seen him.
What happened to us playing | it straight with each other? Tonie? All right, he came by.
Thanks for calling.
Michael, whatever he's done, | he's my father.
lt's a biological fact, | remember? He's also the one who caused you to give | up college and a very promising future.
Meaning, as a singer, | l should take up law? No, meaning, | you don't owe him anything.
Tonie, l'm sorry.
| Just tell me what he's after.
He didn't tell me, Michael.
And that's the truth.
All right.
You have no | idea where l can find him? No.
Only What? He said something about having | to go to the High Desert.
And l don't think | it was for his health.
That makes two of us, | thank you.
Bonnie, fill me in on High Desert | defense installations.
He could hit any of | a dozen places, Michael.
They're all low profile, | high security testing sites.
It's hard to learn | much about them.
Well, the Chameleon | managed to.
KlTT, does any of them show a computer | file on the Lone Eagle Project? I have it, Michael.
Webly Field is conducting | tests on a project X 12JP1.
Code name.
: Lone Eagle.
Bonnie, have Devon warn the base.
| They could be in for a nasty surprise.
Just keep driving, Major.
| l'll tell you when to stop.
Michael, we've reached the | outer limits of Webly Field.
Give me the ETA | for the main base.
Two point five minutes, | Michael.
Morning, sir.
| Morning, Sergeant.
Your lD, sir? Thank you, Major Anderson.
All right, | tap the base security channel.
All's quiet, Michael.
There's no breach of security | indicated.
There's gotta be something.
Use your infrared | to scan the area.
Michael, there's | a four-wheeled vehicle heading for the | ordinance testing ground and it's traveling fast.
All right, use the lGP | and try for an lD.
It's him, Michael.
| E.
Gordon Baxter.
l think we just | caught ourselves a chameleon.
Let's nail him! KlTT, where does this road go? He's outsmarted himself, Michael.
| It dead ends at a cliff just ahead.
We've got him.
| Don't count on it.
He might disguise himself as a | rock or a bush, or even a chameleon.
There he is.
I see him.
Michael, what on earth | is he putting on his back? Something tells me that's the | Project Lone Eagle, partner.
l'll give the Chameleon credit | for a brilliant deception.
He walked right through | top security and flew off | with their prototype jetpack.
KlTT, give me everything | you've got on the Lone Eagle.
It makes all its predecessors | look like toys.
It can stay airborne | six minutes has stealth scramblers | and night-flight vision.
What about its | offensive capabilities? Definitely possible, but | still in the development stage.
lmagine what a terrorist | could do with that.
Yeah, and now it's on its | way to Armand Pressler.
You call the bank, will you? l'm gonna need some money | to flash around.
How much? Say, $500,000.
Dollars? l can't go in there | with yen or shekels, can l? Now, if l'm a high roller, | l got to look like one.
Michael, your pulse | and adrenalin levels are high.
Phew! Right where they should be, | partner.
Got a lot of bread in here.
Keep your scanner warm.
Oh, no! Not you again.
You really a talking car? No, I'm a tight end | for the Chicago Bears.
l like the 49ers myself.
You work hard.
Don't you think | you deserve some time off? Like a few years? Are you kidding? l'm performing | a very important service here.
See this? lt's got a puzzle | on it.
lt's a tough one.
But whoever figures it out wins | a fortune in valuable prizes.
l mean, l could be responsible for | changing somebody's whole life around.
Bye-bye.
A tough puzzle? lt's a good way | to lose a hand.
But, Mr.
Smith, | l don't understand.
You saying you are no longer | interested in the Scorpion missile? You heard what l said, Armand.
l want the Lone Eagle jetpack, | instead.
lt was stolen yesterday by a man who | could have only been the Chameleon.
Now, can you deliver | or can you not deliver? l'm sorry.
| l already have another buyer.
However, l'm not a man to let | honor stand in the way of greed.
Shall we say the price is | $5 million? Cash, of course.
Shall we say | when can l get it? Call me here in an hour.
l'll | tell you the time and the place.
Now, if this is too heavy | for you to carry.
No, thank you very much.
| l believe l can manage.
What do you think | you're doing? What l do best, make money.
Shouldn't you be getting | the rockets for the jetpack? For your information, | that was Michael Knight from The Foundation | for Law and Government.
Well, what do you know | about that? l thought | you were going to kill him? That's right, Armand.
And l know just the way.
lf it goes the way l plan we'll smoke out the jetpack | and the Chameleon.
Michael, it's Devon.
Yo, Devon.
Michael, you've just had | a call from Tonie Baxter.
She needs to talk to you | right away.
Okay, l'll get her | and keep you posted.
All right.
KlTT, get me Tonie.
Hello? Michael, l need to see you.
Tonie, is something wrong? Michael, he's here.
He's had a change of heart and | he wants to turn himself in.
Only he's afraid.
Afraid of who? | The police? Armand? Everyone.
Michael, l've never | seen him like this before.
He's afraid he won't even | make it back to prison alive.
All right, Tonie, you have my | word.
l won't let anyone hurt him.
l'm on my way.
Goodbye, Michael.
KlTT, call Devon | and fill him in on this.
Michael, you know | this could be a trap.
Way ahead of you, partner.
| l'm way ahead of you.
Keep your eyes open.
Michael, | thank God you're here.
Where's your father? | ln the kitchen.
Take it easy.
Who are you? | Where's my father? He had another appointment to keep.
Michael, l didn't know.
| l swear.
l know, Tonie.
| lt's all right.
Look, it's me you want.
| Let her go.
Fat chance, Knight.
| Or should l say, Smith? Now let's move toward | the back, slow and easy.
You first, Knight.
No fancy stuff or she gets it first.
All right, I'm asking you one | more time.
Leave the girl here.
Forget it.
Michael was right, Devon.
| It's a trap.
I hope to heaven | he hasn't been hurt.
Not yet, but these plans | of his make me nervous.
And they have Tonie as well.
Be ready when he needs you, KITT.
| Don't let him out of your sight.
Not a chance, Devon.
Okay, you drive.
I'm in back with her, | so don't try anything funny.
Phase two KITT, right now.
This is the police.
l'll ask you once.
| You better listen good.
Where is the Chameleon going? All right.
| Have it your way.
Okay.
Okay.
He's heading | for JBX lndustries.
That's all l know.
That's plenty.
Let's go.
Jump in.
Nice job, KlTT.
Have Devon call the police | and pick up the garbage.
Give me anything you got | on JBX lndustries.
Amazing.
You really must show me | how to do that.
l'd like to make up | as my wife's hairdresser.
lt might be interesting to hear | what she has to say about me.
JBX Industries.
Hello, this is Devon Miles from the | Foundation of Law and Government.
l'd like to talk to | the head of plant security.
You sure your people | understand about Tonie? Stop worrying.
l'm in the business of supplying | arms, not hurting young women.
Devon, it's nice to hear from | you again.
This is John Maxwell.
What can l do for you? John, we've been contacted by | the Department of Defense to make an emergency check of | your facility today at 1400 hours.
That's rather short notice.
And | you know how they are in Washington.
l'll be sending | Michael Knight.
He'll have the proper papers signed | by the Secretary and bearing his seal.
And a half an hour after that, you'll | have a fancy little flying machine armed with | prototype rockets that can destroy anything from | a tank to an aircraft carrier.
Michael, I have the | information on JBX Industries.
All right, | let's have it.
They have the government | contract for RX-9 rockets.
Whoa! That's | a gruesome little fella.
They carry the punch | of a Sidewinder missile but aren't any bigger | than your arm.
Perfect to mount on a | jetpack, right? I'm afraid so.
Hang in there.
We'll stop him.
Security looks | excellent so far.
This door opens | only when we make a shipment.
And this is the only | card key.
Sounds great.
Show me how it works.
What's the meaning of this, | Knight? Open the doors or l'll blow | you away and do it myself.
After you.
Where do you think | you're going? With you.
You stay in the car.
l always thought there wasn't | enough of me to go around.
And here l always thought | there was one too many.
Give it up, Baxter.
| No way! l'm too close to my dream.
Not close enough.
Hey, they're loaded.
Let's | get out of here.
Come on.
Michael! | Tonie, get out of here.
Go! KlTT, l need you, buddy.
Let's go.
KlTT, pop the trunk! You all right? Does that | answer your question? Beautiful.
All right, let's get him.
I have their van, Michael.
| All right, let's move on it.
lt looks like | we lost Knight for good.
l don't believe my eyes.
Stay ahead of him.
Look out! Michael, | you're not thinking of- You bet l am.
All right, let's go.
| Chameleons hate water.
Good work, buddy.
Notify Devon to pick up Armand | and his merry brigade, will you? Right away, Michael.
Now you can get on | with your life, Tonie.
Good, huh? Hot! Hot! Hot! Very good.
| Thank you, Michael.
l hear you and your group | may be going to London.
The group's going, | but not me.
l've decided to go back to | school and get my degree.
That's great.
Not that you | couldn't make it as a singer.
But l think going back | to school is a good idea.
Thanks.
Michael, this time | I need your help.
What's all this? This is distressing, | that's what it is.
l don't know how he did it, | but this little T-top figured out the puzzle and won a | lifetime supply of auto accessories.
No kidding.
Congratulations, buddy.
| Check this out.
Girls, velvet seat covers.
A compass, | in case you get lost.
A perfumed Christmas tree.
A pair of fur dice to hang | from your mirror.
Great, huh? Look, a horn | that plays Happy Birthday.
Buddy, how did you do it? you know me with puzzles, | Michael.
And when I saw that one | in the circular- l know.
They made a | puzzle you couldn't refuse.
Check this out.
| Lace curtains, huh? Michael, where did I go wrong?