"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, Michael." "Better not be." "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." "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?" "Michael, 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 apparel?" "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." "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, Michael." "The address is 997 Grandby Street." "Michael, 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, Michael." "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?" "Michael, the car we're pursuing just parked at 997 Grandby Street." "That's where Rachel's boyfriend lives." "Carlson!" "Michael, be careful." "My sensors indicate..." "Michael, are you all right?" "No." "This job is getting to be a pain in the neck." "Michael, there's a lot of traffic up ahead." "Michael, there's a red light." "And he ran it." "Too late to slow down, pal." "And it may be too late to turbo, Michael." "Better not be." "Michael, 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 irrational 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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, real glass." "Glass?" "Michael, someone is approaching!" "Come on." "Mmm." "KITT, I'm in trouble." "My sensors indicate they're not armed, Michael." "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, Michael." "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 wheel 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 rental car?" "Michael, 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." "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." "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." "Michael, 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, Michael." "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." "Michael, 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, Michael." "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." "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."