"Michael, we're locked into a laser tracking system." "A truckload of confiscated weapons was stolen from a police warehouse." "The weapons included two laser rifles." "I want to find out if he really belongs here." "There are truck tracks going in." "No truck tracks going out." "Only one direction left." "Up?" "Go!" "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." "Excuse me." "Can I help you?" "I'm looking for Capt. O'Mally." "Sure." "If you have a pass." "Yeah." "I'll get it." "Got it." "We got them." "Go." "Go." "Hey." "Hey!" "Well, Michael, we're almost home." "Don't say that too loud." "With any luck we'll get there before Devon calls." "He does seem to have an uncanny knack in that area." ""Uncanny" is one way of putting it." "Perverse is another." "I wouldn't go that far, Michael." "Devon is calling." "Speak of the devil." "I beg your pardon?" "Devon, it's just a figure of speech." "What's up?" "A truckload of confiscated weapons was stolen from a police warehouse." "The weapons included dozens of..." "H and K 9mm automatics and two laser rifles." "Laser rifles?" "Devon, in the wrong hands they could create a lot of problems." "Precisely." "You said they were stolen from the police warehouse." "That makes it police business, doesn't it?" "Ordinarily, yes." "But one of the thieves, a woman... had a pass issued by a police captain, Tom O'Mally." "Internal Affairs wants an independent investigation." "He's a survivalist." "There's going to be a convention at the Dune Drifter this weekend." "Keep me posted, Michael." "Yeah, I'll keep you posted." "Got you, though." "You were right, Michael." "Uncanny, isn't it?" "I was thinking of "perverse. "" "Paging Mr. Ewing." "Front desk, please." "Here you are, Mr. Knight." "Mr. Knight." "Oh." "Here you are." "Suite 37." "The Mirrored Grotto." "Mirrored Grotto." "Sounds perfect." "Your basic survival suite, huh?" "Listen, I'm looking for an old buddy of mine." "His name is O'Mally." "Tom O'Mally." "He check in yet?" "Yes, he certainly has." "He's quite a character." "Yeah, I know." "Any idea where he's hunting today?" "Try the banquet hall." "The automatic weapons display." "Her name's Sheila." "Thank you." "Quite a display, isn't it, gentlemen?" "You could say that again, sweet cakes." "As you can see, the..." "HK MP5... is a fully automatic weapon." "That oozes more firepower per dollar... than any other automatic assault rifle in the world today." "Say that again, "oozes."" "Well, if there aren't any questions, I guess we'll break for lunch." "Thank you for your interest." "Excuse me, Sheila." "I'd like to ask you something." "To tell you the truth, I really don't know anything about guns." "I mean, last show I worked I... washed my hair 25 times a day for a shampoo convention." "Next week it could be Bibles." "Who knows?" "I see what you mean." "Actually, I'm trying to find a guy with the name of Tom O'Mally." "Some of the guys back there said that you might know him." "Oh, yeah, Tom." "Everybody knows him." "At least all the girls." "He's quite a character." "So I hear." "Any idea where I could find him?" "Hey!" "Don't worry." "It's only a game." "A game?" "He's bleeding." "No, no, no." "That's only paint." "Ever hear of the East Orange Ambush Club?" "They're in a war with Ventura County." "Whenever one member spots another... it's draw and fire." "No questions asked." "Nice pistol you got there." "Yeah, it is." "9mm." "Good and handy." "Good balance." "That's what I hear." "Mind if I take a look?" "Go ahead." "Thank you." "It's nice." "It's real nice." "I'd sure like to get one of these." "Where'd you buy yours?" "Bought it from her." "That girl who was here." "Was?" "You gotta keep them on a leash these days." "Yeah, here." "Come on, I think I owe you a beer." "You got it." "KITT, give me a check on serial number XJ73726." "It's one of the weapons stolen from the police warehouse." "Thanks, pal." "You got to be kidding." "Kidding?" "Do I look like I'm kidding?" "Sheila, selling stolen property is a felony." "People do time for felonies." "Serious time." "Felony?" "Gosh, you make it sound so serious." "It is serious." "Those pistols were stolen from a police warehouse." "I didn't steal anything." "I swear." "Hey... do I look like a thief to you?" "I don't go by looks and neither do the police." "Now I'm gonna ask you again, where'd you get that pistol?" "I found it." "I did." "Don't look at me like that." "I found a whole bunch of them." "Where?" "Okay." "On my way here." "I was hitchhiking." "And this guy, well, he started to get fresh, so... so I started walking." "I took a shortcut through these trees and there was this big truck hidden in there." "It was full of guns." "Do you believe me?" "I'm working on it." "You want to take me there?" "Sure." "Just let me change first." "No." "Last time a woman in your spot told me that, it took me three days to find her." "Then you've been hanging out with the wrong kind of people." "I'm not that kind of girl." "All right." "Five minutes." "Mmm, ten." "Ten." "Oh, very funny." "Well, you did it again." "Keep out of this, Martha." "Let me handle it, will you?" "Oh, no." "Just what I don't need." "Hey!" "Why don't you look where you're going?" "I haven't moved an inch." "I heard that." "Everybody thinks just 'cause you're a senior citizen your ears are gonna drop off." "Not mine, buddy." "I think I got whiplash!" "Whiplash my CPU." "Hey, hey, hey." "What's that?" "You calling my wife names?" "What did he call me, Edgar?" "He's got a foul tongue, sweetheart." "Oh, dear." "Excuse me." "Can I help you?" "Are you with this car?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I am." "Is something wrong?" "You bet there's something wrong." "Your pal here just hit me." "He hit you?" "I don't chew my cabbage twice." "Yeah, well, don't worry about a thing." "I'm insured." "Yeah, well, I have heard that one before." "My name's Michael Knight." "I'm registered here at the hotel." "I got to run a few errands." "I'll be back in just a little while." "We'll straighten everything out." "Yes, well, you better had... 'cause I'm gonna take down your license number, buddy." "Help yourself." "Martha." "Michael, that man is lying." "Not now, KITT." "Did you say something?" "Clearing my throat." "Yes." "Never should have let him get away, Edgar." "Oh, will you hush up, please." "N-I-G-H-T." "Night." "I got it." "Okay." "Turn right here." "It should be right down this road." "You said that three turns back." "Well, I was walking then." "Things look different when you walk." "There it is." "It's right between those trees." "I did not strike that man's car." "Oh, not now, KITT." "Please, not now." "Okay, this is definitely it now." "See, what did I tell you?" "I don't believe this." "Michael, I'm not lying." "That truck was here." "Go!" "Get down!" "Get down!" "All right." "Stay low." "Get in." "Go on." "All right, hit it." "I want that guy." "I'm sorry, Michael." "But he's on a back road." "We can't get there from here." "You don't believe me." "There are truck tracks going in." "No truck tracks going out." "There's no hole where the truck could be buried." "No tracks to the left." "To the right." "Or down." "Only one direction left." "Up?" "Up." "Could have been a helicopter." "All right." "Where's O'Mally?" "Look, I told you." "Hey, wait a minute." "He did tell me... he would never miss the shooting competition." "All right." "Let's do it." "You stay put." "You're late." "Father, when I look good, I think good." "I got the lasers for us, didn't I?" "We wouldn't have a shot at that platinum without them." "Were you trying to call my room?" "No, that was Rawleigh." "Is he too drunk again to get rid of the tire tracks that he was supposed to?" "No." "There were a couple of people out where the truck was." "Nosing around." "Police?" "One's a pitch girl working the convention." "The other one's a guy that's looking for O'Mally." "They're headed on back in." "Now look... we better stay put." "Right here." "Till tomorrow." "Till it's time." "Father." "The army made you a worrier." "The convention's a perfect cover for our equipment and our practice." "That's why we're here." "I know, I know." "But what about those people?" "Whoever and whatever they are... we're not going to let them interfere with us." "We'll check them out." "But we're not going to change our timetable." "Reload for rapid fire." "Everybody knows O'Mally but nobody's seen him." "And I looked everywhere." "Not everywhere or we'd have him." "Just keep looking." "Commence rapid fire." "Now, let's see if we can find Rawleigh." "Yeah, all right." "That's the end of round one." "Excuse me." "Nice weapon you're wearing there." "Isn't that a HK P7 9mm?" "Yeah, sure is." "You really know your weapons, mister..." "Knight." "Michael Knight." "My name is Jastrow." "Lyle Jastrow." "Your friends are here." "My what?" "The two that were nosing around the truck before." "The lady over there... and the guy with the extra long pants... talking to your old man." "Mind if I ask you something?" "Why don't you ask and then I'll decide." "Are you up here to involve yourself in this convention... or are you one of those folks that's come up here to point and snicker at us?" "Or maybe you're some reporter who's looking to sell an article... about those "weirdo survivalists?"" "Now calm down, Daddy." "I'm Tyler." "It's a very, very touchy subject with him." "I guess he couldn't help noticing... that you're not exactly dressed for the events." "Oh, this?" "When I got in from LA I found out my bags went to Honolulu." "I didn't want to miss any of this... so I met this little lady and she said she'd show me around." "You wouldn't happen to know a guy with the name of Tom O'Mally, would you?" "No." "He in the competition?" "No, no, I checked." "Are you?" "I would be, but my guns went the way of my bags." "I'm out of it now." "Well, I just happen to have a beautiful HK PSG1 sniper... that I could loan you." "Oh, I appreciate that, but I couldn't do that." "Well..." "I don't know any man who's really into guns who wouldn't." "Well, in that case, I'd love to fire a few rounds." "KITT, I need some windage." "Elevation calculations right away." "Give me some numbers." "I detect a sense of urgency in your voice, Michael." "At that distance, Michael, I'd try elevation up two... left windage, one klick." "Thank you." "Shooters, ready!" "Commence firing." "Reload for rapid fire." "Ladies and gentlemen, target number one, Michael Knight." "Three bull's-eyes!" "Ewing on target number two." "Two bull's-eyes." "Three at ten." "I played along with him when he said the magic word, O'Mally." "But you mind telling me why you snookered him into the competition?" "'Cause it was his nose poking around the grove where we hid the truck." "I want to find out if he really belongs here." "Commence firing." "Ladies and gentlemen..." "Mr. Michael Knight on target number one." "Ten in the bull's-eye." "Shooters, ready the line for pistol fire." "Congratulations." "You two really got along." "Thanks." "Fine weapon." "Smooth action and beautifully finished." "Well... it takes the sensitive hands and coordination of a marksman to... really give it life." "And some luck." "Nothing quite like that." "How do I thank you?" "Say about 7:00." "In the lobby?" "I'll plan an itinerary." "I'll be there." "Shooters, ready!" "Commence firing." "Can I ask you a question?" "Those guns you found, you said you sold only one, right?" "What's the difference what I say?" "You don't believe me anyway." "Sheila, it's important." "I only sold that one." "Honest." "Okay, okay." "I had to be sure." "And I keep answering the same thing." "Now why do you want to know about the guns?" "Because Jastrow had one on his hip." "Same model." "They're not all that common." "Oh." "I thought it had something to do with that girl." "You know, the princess." "You sure perked up when she granted you the honor of her company tonight." "Well, she was very attractive and she was... very, very nice to me." "So what am I, chopped liver?" "You guys are all the same." "You drive a jazzy custom car, blow-dry your hair... and your eyes never stop wandering." "I just want a guy who... who's dependable... personable... and bankable." "Am I making myself clear?" "Look, Sheila, I think they're called "husbands."" "Yeah, I think so, too." "And that's why I keep moving and keep looking." "Sometimes my moves are faster than my income." "That's why I sold that gun." "How much did you get for the gun anyway?" "$80." "I'm wearing it." "It's the blouse." "And there goes my sermon." "We did very well at the competition... didn't we, Michael?" "Yes, we did, partner." "Get me Devon, will you?" "Hello, Michael." "I assume you're calling to tell me that you've tracked down O'Mally." "No." "Why would you assume that?" "Well, my data clearly indicates that." "Everyone knows O'Mally." "Is it possible that you've taken a wrong turn somewhere?" "No sir." "This is the place." "Someone here has seen the truck and I've turned up two of those automatics." "Good work, Michael." "And the lasers?" "Nothing yet on the lasers." "But, look, I got some ideas." "Have Bonnie check out a man named Jastrow." "Lyle Jastrow." "And his daughter named Tyler." "Do both pertain to business or just the father?" "I'm hoping you can tell me." "See you, Devon." "KITT, you can help me, too." "Keep your scanners peeled for Jastrow while I'm checking out these events." "Anything specific I should be looking for Michael?" "No, but I got a feeling his daughter cooked up this little itinerary... just to keep me busy." "You're going to be a lot busier than you think." "No way, buddy." "I'm out of here." "Oh, Martha." "There it is!" "Is he in the car?" "I don't know, sweetheart." "We'll soon find out." "Why don't I like the sound of that?" "Let go of my door, please." "Open up, I got the estimate here." "For what?" "To fix my car." "Calling that a car is an insult to auto technology." "Listen, friend, you hit me, and you're gonna pay for it." "Replace... rear cracked window." "Repair dings." "Recover the roof." "Right front fender." "Replace bumper." "Trunk lid." "Wheels covers, prime and paint." "$4,681." "You'll have to forward your bill to The Foundation for Law and Government." ""Law and Government"?" "Right." "Don't let him bluff you, Edgar." "Get in the car, Martha." "Come on." "Yeah, KITT, I'm in the lobby." "Keep it low." "Jastrow and another man are leaving the hotel." "Keep them located." "I'm on my way." "Michael, you have an appointment with Tyler Jastrow." "Yeah, I know." "Her timing is all too convenient." "Stall her." "Will you?" "How?" "She's on the fifth floor." "I don't think she likes to walk the stairs." "We're almost there, Michael." "I've pinpointed the Land Rover behind the hill on our right, Michael." "Keep an eye on me, will you, pal?" "It's a laser, partner." "You see that?" "Yes." "According to my data... it uses a highly advanced mega laser." "They'll pop through steel the same way." "Well, I'm going to use it on Rawleigh if he doesn't show up soon." "I told him where and when but he's always late." "What's his problem?" "Booze." "Michael, there's a vehicle approaching." "Jastrow!" "You got company!" "He's running down the hill behind you." "Cut him off." "KITT." "I need you." "Right away, Michael." "Good work, buddy." "Now let's give them a taste of their own." "Say no more, Michael." "Well done, Michael." "Fletcher, hit him with the laser!" "Michael, we're locked into a laser tracking system." "Let's get out of here!" "Michael, they've knocked out my scanner." "All right, let's see how bad things are." "Other than the scanner, it doesn't appear to be too serious." "Easy for you to say." "Surely you don't plan another confrontation." "Oh, yes, I do." "Please, Michael." "But not today." "Get me Bonnie." "KITT, does that feel better?" "I feel like a new vehicle, Bonnie." "Thank you." "Did you find anything out there besides the laser guns?" "Unless I miss my guess, that's all Jastrow wanted." "Pistols were just chaff." "Any idea what he's up to?" "No." "Whatever it is, it's big." "Perhaps I can shed a little light on the subject." "Devon." "I'm all ears." "According to my sources..." "Jastrow is a zealous patriot who became disenchanted... when he was passed over for promotion." "So now he's trying to promote himself, huh?" "Anything on his daughter?" "Only that she's been to some of the finest schools in Europe." "Was expelled from most of them for militant behavior." "She has very expensive tastes and an unusually high IQ." "And according to Michael, she also has an exotic taste." "Devon, those laser guns tell me whatever they've got in mind... they're planning to outdo themselves." "Now I need some more information." "Jastrow's an expert helicopter pilot." "He's booked a flight on a commercial carrier... which leaves from the international airport... at noon tomorrow." "Doesn't give us much time, does it?" "Or him." "Look." "At least we know whatever he's up to is happening before lunch." "What have you got in mind?" "I think I'll rattle Jastrow's cage and see what crawls out." "Be careful, Michael." "This may backfire." "By the way, have you located O'Mally yet?" "Devon, this guy's harder to find than a chameleon." "But I'll find him." "Don't you worry." "I'll keep you posted." "Looking for anyone special?" "Maybe." "Why?" "Just curious." "Can I buy you a drink?" "Thanks, but I don't drink." "Really?" "Good." "Confirms what I thought when I first met you." "What are you talking about?" "Well, I'm talking about you." "A lady who knows what she wants." "And is determined to get it." "You know, I don't think I like this conversation." "Well, maybe this will change your mind." "It's $10,000." "You'll never have to hitchhike again." "How did you know I hitchhike?" "I..." "I did a little checking on you." "Don't be alarmed." "It was for a very, very good cause." "Oh, really?" "And what cause is that?" "You and..." "Michael Knight." "If you think I'd do anything to hurt Michael Knight... you're absolutely wrong." "Who said anything about hurting anyone?" "All I'm talking about is... keeping him busy for a few hours tomorrow morning." "That's not too much to ask for $10,000." "Is it?" "Michael." "Michael, I've been looking all over for you." "Sorry, Sheila, but it's gonna have to wait." "It's about Jastrow." "What about him?" "I overheard this guy Rawleigh in the bar and he said something about..." "Jastrow and O'Mally meeting this morning." "So, the mysterious Capt. O'Mally is finally showing his colors?" "What did he say?" "They were going to go someplace called Vasquez Canyon." "That's great." "I'll find him." "Wait." "I want to go with you." "No, no, no." "That's not a good idea." "Please, Michael." "I'm scared." "I feel better when I'm with you than here alone." "All right." "Jump in." "Plot me the fastest course to Vasquez Rocks." "Right away, Michael." "There they go." "The little ding-a-ling pulled it off." "Yeah, and Rawleigh and Fletcher will be waiting on them." "Why do you want Jastrow so bad?" "Who is he?" "Let's just say I work in support of law and government." "Jastrow works against them." "Good guys and bad guys?" "Yeah." "But don't leave the ladies out." "By the way... if I haven't told you, you've been a real big help." "Somebody once said that:" ""Good girls finish last."" "Not the ones I know." "You all set?" "This ought to slow him down." "Slow him down?" "We got enough explosives on both ends of this tunnel... to bring half the mountain down on him." "Listen, we got time." "Let's check our equipment once more." "Okay, you want the front or the rear?" "I'll take the back entrance and I'll come up and catch up with you later." "Michael, what do you think of me as a person?" "I mean... what do you really think of me as a person?" "You want to discuss this now?" "We're doing a 120 on a curving mountain road... and you want to discuss this now?" "I need to know now." "Please, Michael." "We'll discuss it later." "After we meet O'Mally." "It'll be too late then." "You'll probably never talk to me again." "All right." "You've been wanting to tell me something for a long time." "Now we are running out of time, so why don't you tell me right now?" "Okay." "O'Mally... isn't going to be in Vasquez Canyon." "And neither are the guns." "How much did Jastrow pay you to set me up?" "It was his daughter and it was for $10,000." "You've got to be thinking that something is wrong with it... or you wouldn't be telling me now." "Yeah, you're right." "I'm thinking there's something wrong with me." "You have to understand." "That money... it was a chance for me to change everything in my whole life." "To be able to... to eat normally while I was learning to type or... or paint houses or do anything." "And, if not that, to... well, to retire my thumb and buy some bus tickets." "I'm sorry, Michael." "I'm grateful you told me." "You are?" "Yes, I am." "Now get out." "Would you make up your mind?" "I did, get out." "I'm still going in." "Then I'm going with you." "No, you're not." "Yes, I am, and don't you try to argue with me." "This is different." "I've never had to wrestle my way into a car before." "I guess you're as safe in KITT as any place else you go." "All right, let's do it." "The canyon's on the other side of this tunnel, buddy." "Stay tuned, partner." "Stay tuned." "Right, Michael." "He's in the tunnel." "Ten-four." "All right, Rawleigh, hit it." "They've sealed off both ends... of the tunnel, Michael." "We're trapped." "Is he saying we're buried alive?" "Let's shed some light on it before we panic here." "Sure looks that way." "KITT, give me a readout." "There are 90.8 tons of dirt blocking the front." "More in the rear." "Could be too much for us, Michael." "Michael, is he saying we're going to die?" "A car is telling me I'm gonna die." "Hang on." "All right." "I'm backing up to the end." "See if we got enough room for maximum turbo boost." "We'd be traveling 247 miles per hour when we hit the wall." "I'm getting out..." "I wouldn't do that." "Our impact could bring the whole mountain down on you." "How's our communications, KITT?" "Too much mineral content in the tunnel creating interference, Michael." "All right." "We're on our own." "We go for it." "Hey, don't I get a vote?" "Yeah, yeah." "It's two against one." "I'm at full power, Michael." "All right." "Let her rip!" "Way to go, partner!" "KITT, you are awesome!" "Thank you, but I'm afraid the jolt knocked out several circuits." "Check your radar." "It appears functional." "What am I looking for?" "Devon said Jastrow leased a chopper." "See if you can pick it up." "Michael, he could be anywhere." "He could be hundreds of miles from here." "No, he can't." "The flight he booked leaves in an hour and a half." "We're at least an hour to the airport." "So the target has got to be within a half hour's driving radius... for those Rovers to make it on time." "I have one, Michael." "About 20 miles north of our location." "Okay." "Check the area for structures that contain something... of great value." "Mints, banks, museums." "Good, good." "Now punch up the one with no overhead wires to interfere with a chopper." "The Anderson Precious Metals Depository?" "Terrific." "Okay, lady, out." "Wait a minute, you said..." "No arguments, you put your thumb to work." "You find a phone... you call FLAG headquarters." "Ask for Devon Miles." "Tell him I may need him for a backup." "Just in case." "Okay." "Be careful." "Please." "See you later?" "Count on it." "Okay, let's go get ourselves a chopper, pal." "Hey, stop!" "Stop!" "Please, I've got to make a phone call." "Rawleigh." "Fletcher." "I'm on my final approach." "Split up." "Move into your firing positions." "Got you." "We read you." "The helicopter should be here in three minutes." "What's our ETA?" "One minute, seven seconds." "Jastrow, this is Rawleigh." "I'm in position." "This is Fletcher." "Me, too." "He's here sooner than scheduled." "What's he doing?" "Fletcher." "Take out the transmitter." "Go." "That's not our chopper." "He's coming in." "Open fire." "Rawleigh, take out the central control system." "Go!" "Go." "We're running out of time, pal." "I'll give you all the power I have, Michael." "I'll take it." "Fletcher, target in on that T-top." "Whoa!" "They found a new target!" "Can you micro-jam their firing mechanisms?" "No, but I may be able to close their induction vents." "I think you'll find the result satisfactory." "Nice going, buddy." "Okay, KITT." "Reel him in, buddy." "Beautiful." "Beautiful." "Tom, you would not believe it." "This is the car I was telling you about." "It's awesome." "This car does turbo boost." "It jumps and it talks." "It actually talks." "Hi." "Oh, Michael." "I want you to meet..." "Wait." "Let me guess." "Tom O'Mally." "You're a lucky guy." "Oh, you mean Sheila?" "No, I mean you're lucky I didn't run into you a couple of days sooner... when I thought you were involved with Jastrow." "Yeah, that, too." "You see, a few months back I was having a good time at this party... and I knew Jastrow from some of the other conventions." "I guess I let my mouth run faster than my brain... and I told him about the lasers." "I think it's time for me to retire." "Change my lifestyle a little." "Well, well, well." "It looks like you can't lose for winning." "If you mean Sheila, you're right." "She's the greatest." "No." "He's the greatest." "And you are the second greatest." "What about me?" "You?" "You are the very, very best." "Goodbye, Michael Knight." "Goodbye, Sheila." "Goodbye, KITT." "Goodbye, Sheila." "What do you think about that?" "I think she has excellent taste in cars." "However, her taste in men could be open for discussion." "Just because she chose me before you?" "Oh, no, Michael." "I meant O'Mally." "Yeah." "Somewhere, in the back of my mind..." "I still feel like I'm the lucky one." "Oh, by the way..." "I forgot to ask him where he's been the last three days."