Knight Rider (1982) s02e24 Episode Script
Big Iron
Let's go get them! Give me a systems check.
My systems have never | gone underground before.
We're going for it.
I broke it up because, | whether you two know it or not, you need each other.
They just ripped me off for | another piece of equipment.
I am in the market for a | skip loader at a decent price.
Go ahead, if it will | make you feel any better.
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.
MichaeI, It's hard to believe | that millions of dollars in heavy construction | equipment is stolen and illegally resold | each year.
KITT, Devon checked it out.
The equipment is | mostly unregistered and hard to trace, and the authorities | don't have the time or the manpower to help people | like Frank Sanderson.
That's why he contacted us.
| He's desperate.
Cowboys ain't easy to love.
and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather | give you a song.
than diamonds or gold.
See you later.
Lonestar belt buckles | and old faded Levis.
And each night | begins a new day.
Hello.
Hi.
If you don't understand him, | and he don't die young.
He'll probably | just ride away.
Mamas don't let your babies | grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars | or drive 'em old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors | and lawyers and such.
You'd better | have a good story.
I'm looking for | Frank Sanderson.
You found him.
| What do you want? My name's Michael Knight.
Devon Miles from | The Foundation, he sent me.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about this.
But I don't know | who I can trust any longer.
Yeah, we were hit again | two nights ago.
Almost killed my guard.
They did drive off | with my brand-new D6.
The deputy's working on it.
| What can we do? There's only one deputy | for the whole county.
Hello.
Hello, John.
Yeah, I got a little bit | of a problem.
I can't finish the job | without the equipment, and I can't pay you | until I finish the job.
I'd like to come by | and talk to you about it.
All right, | about 15 minutes.
I've been working | for about 30 years, and about all I've got left | is memories.
Boy.
They get you between | a rock and a hard place and there's no place | to turn around.
I believe the only thing that can save me is a | - is a miracle.
You mentioned a guard.
Any idea | where I can find him? Yeah, Joe Glover.
You should be able to | locate him down at Tulley's.
It's down-down on Main and- | Main and Adams.
All right.
I'll see | what I can find out.
Any help I'd appreciate.
Say, uh, I'd like to invite | you to dinner, meet my wife.
One of the best cooks | in the state.
Sounds great, thanks.
Cowboys like | smokey old pooI rooms.
and clear mountain | mornings.
Little warm puppies | and children.
and girls of the night.
KITT, give me a rundown | on a piece of heavy equipment called the D6.
Of course, MichaeI.
It has a turbo-charged | dieseI engine, bore and stroke | of 5.
4 by 6 inches, a compression ratio | of 18-to-1, and 1, 100 cubic-inch | displacement.
Obviously, April has | over-programmed you with that new | ultra-phonic analyzer.
Impossible.
There's Tulley's, | MichaeI.
It looks singularly | unprepossessing.
You never know, KITT.
| Never know.
Mamas don't let your babies | grow up to be cowboys.
'Cause they'll | never stay home.
and they're always alone.
Even with | someone they love.
Can I help you? I'll have a beer, | please.
It's on me.
Really? Thanks.
| What's the occasion? No occasion.
| Name's Vance Burke.
I'm in, uh, | equipment sales.
Michael Knight.
| Just passing through town.
When I see | a new face in town, I like to let 'em know | I'm here, just in case | they need any big iron.
Big iron, huh? Sorry, I'm not | in the market.
You never know.
Anything else? Yeah, I'm trying | to find Joe Glover.
I heard | he hangs out here.
He didn't | come in today.
He's been feeling | pretty rotten.
I heard | he had an accident.
Some accident.
He was run off the road | and nearly killed.
You from | the insurance company? No, no.
| I'm a friend of a friend.
Frank Sanderson.
You know, I told Joe | to quit that job months ago, when all the trouble started.
He wouldn't listen.
| Never does.
He's been out there | every night in the cold, with his bad heart | and arthritis, like a sitting duck.
What do you mean, | "sitting duck"? Joe said it himself.
Whoever's stealin' | from Sanderson knows the jobs he's workin', | the rigs he's runnin', the guard schedule, | everythin'.
Any idea where | I might find him? You don't trust me, huh? | You've never seen me before, you don't exactly | know what I'm up to, and you don't care | for my aftershave.
I didn't even notice it.
I'm not wearing any.
Well, you can catch him | at home after 8:00.
That'll be the easy part.
What's the hard part? Getting him to talk.
I think I'd bring a little | hair of the dog if I were you.
KITT, give me all you've got on Frank Sanderson's | company history, will you? It's rather brief, actually.
In 1956, he went | into partnership with a Lloyd Newald.
Three years ago, they | dissolved their partnership and Sanderson's been working | by himself ever since.
That's, uh, 25 years.
A silver anniversary, | and then they split up.
I wonder if they argued | over community property.
Oh, yeah, we argued, | all right.
We argued like cats and dogs.
We couldn't agree on anything.
But after 25 years, that's | kind of normal, isn't it? I'm sorry about this, | but this is gonna be dinner.
I forgot to call Lucy and tell her | that we were coming home, and she made | some other plans.
You know | how women are.
Yeah, I know.
| That's no problem.
Now, 25 years, | that's a long relationship.
Why did you and Newald | finally split up? Well, he got the bug.
He wanted to start | speculating in real estate.
I wouldn't go along | with him.
Did you guys have any problems | with money after you split? You could say so.
You see, I put | a lot more money into the business | when we first started and like a couple of dummies, we didn't write | anything down on paper.
And after 25 years, it's real hard to remember | who contributed what.
You know, he's just | like some old pit bull.
Once he got his teeth into | something, he wouldn't let go.
And you know that we haven't had | two words together since then.
Frank, I'm leaving.
Oh.
Well, honey, | this is Michael Knight.
He's here | to help us.
Hello.
Michael, this is | my wife Lucy.
Hi, Lucy.
Don't wait up, hon.
No, no, I'll be | sawing wood at 10:00.
I know.
Well, it was nice | to meet you, Mr.
Knight.
I hope you can take | a rain check on the dinner.
Uh, your husband says your cooking | is the best in the state.
It's worth the wait.
She's a beauty, | isn't she? Yes, sir, she is.
Well, looks like | Joe Glover's home.
Yes, but you forgot | the hair of the dog.
Guess I'll have to rely | on boyish charm.
Good luck, MichaeI.
Joe! Joe? What's bothering you, MichaeI? I don't know.
Something | just doesn't wash.
The medicaI examiner's | report states the cause of Joe Glover's | death as cardiac arrest.
I know, I know.
No sign of struggle, | nothing out of the ordinary.
Very, very convenient.
What about those pills? A form of nitroglycerin, commonly used | as a vasodilator.
When Joe was | having a heart attack, those pills were | halfway across the room.
KITT, that chain could have | been torn from his neck and thrown out | of his reach.
That's possible, but it doesn't | necessarily follow, MichaeI.
Something in my bones | tells me I'm right.
The ultra-phonic | analyzer indicates there's absolutely nothing | unusuaI about your bones.
I'm talking about | a feeling here, I'm talking about | a gut reaction.
And I'm showing | no unusuaI activity in your | gastrointestinaI system.
Okay, okay, | let's just drop it.
We'll follow | the only lead we've got.
Looking for something, | mister? That's, uh, freshly painted, | isn't it? Yeah, we take real good care | of our equipment.
I said, uh, | what are you looking for? Lloyd Newald.
Well, this ain't his office.
You're trespassing.
I'll take care of this, boys.
Yeah, what can I | do for you, Knight? Word gets around | pretty quick.
I'm trying to | find out what happened to Frank Sanderson's | equipment.
So you came | to talk with me.
I don't like | the implication.
None intended, sir.
I'm just trying to | get some information.
I'll give you some.
Frank Sanderson isn't the only | one around here losing equipment.
A lot of us are.
Practically everybody | gets hit now and then.
I- I lost two pieces | in the last six months and I've got police reports | to prove it.
Well, Frank's lost | over twice that much.
And whoever's hitting him knows his operation | inside and out.
Meaning me, right? Is that what | Sanderson said? Because if he did, | he is a liar.
I make enough | running my company.
I don't have to | steal from his.
Frank just lost a D6 just like the one | you painted over there.
This is my equipment.
I've got a right | to paint it if I want.
You and Sanderson | better get that straight or you both are gonna have | some real trouble on your hands.
I want him | out of this yard.
Now.
That's okay.
| No problem, guys.
I can find my own way out.
Would you stop it? No, I can't.
You know that.
Look, someone just came in.
I'm going to have | to call you back.
Bye.
I called | Frank's office.
They said he was | on his way home.
I'm, uh, I'm real sorry | if I'm interrupting anything.
Would you like a drink? Please.
I'm sure Frank's | still at the site.
He's always | at a site somewhere.
That's Frank's life.
That's all | he ever talks about.
We took a vacation | about 3 years ago.
Went to, uh, Vegas | for the weekend.
There just happened to be | an equipment show going on.
Frank's idea of | a big night on the town is a chicken-fried steak | at the truck stop cafe, a beer at Tulley's, and | the late-night movies on TV.
I love Frank.
He's my husband.
But I will not | dry up and wither away.
Look, Mrs.
Sanderson- What did you want to | speak to Frank about, anyway? Bad news, I'm afraid.
Joe Glover died last night.
I think he was murdered.
I can't believe it.
| Who'd kill Joe, and why? Somebody must have been afraid | that, uh, Joe recognized him the night | they hit your place.
That couldn't be true.
Otherwise, he would have | said something.
Maybe.
Unless he felt some kind | of divided loyalty.
I know what you're thinking.
Newald.
No, I just can't | believe he'd be involved.
Frank, Newald's | nursing a grudge.
Against you.
And he's spread so thin right | now, he's about ready to rip.
What? I did some checking.
From the outside, it looks | like he's making big bucks, but when actually he is losing | his shirt in real estate.
He's in bad | financial trouble.
Hmm.
Hello.
Oh, no.
All right, goodbye.
They just | ripped me off for another | piece of equipment.
The most expensive grader | I own.
KITT, did April | also program you with information | regarding earth graders? Yes, MichaeI.
It's a 500 horsepower | dieseI engine in a V8 configuration.
It redlines at 2, 100 rpm, and develops a maximum torque | of 1,350 pounds.
KITT, Remind me | to talk to April about your | ultra-phonic analyzer.
MichaeI, we're | approaching the spot where Frank's | grader was stolen.
Okay, pal, | let's keep an eye out.
KITT, check out these tracks for me, | will you? They look like they're from | a big truck or something.
And they're fresh.
MichaeI, I've found | something rather interesting.
Silicon dioxide | in the tracks.
Silicon dioxide? | You mean sand? Pal, we're in the middle | of a desert.
If you'II let me continue, I've also detected a miniscule | amount of horizonthalonium, better known as Echinocactus which only grows in one small | section of the state, the Silver Bell Mountains, a few miles west of | our present location.
Yeah, if that's where | the truck came from, then it's probably | where the truck went.
A logicaI conclusion.
You know | where we're going? Of course.
The flora and fauna of an area | can be read like a road map.
Well, keep reading, pal, | because I sure don't.
I'm lost.
MichaeI, my ultra-phonic | analyzer is detecting an extraordinary | amount of iron with small amounts of carbon, | manganese, coaI- Speak English.
SteeI at approximately | 47 degrees north by northeast.
Steel.
Let's check it out.
Looks like | we just hit pay dirt.
MichaeI, my sensors indicate | some activity down there.
Perhaps it would be wise to affect | a strategic departure.
Sit tight, KITT.
I'm gonna go down and see | who's behind this operation.
Hey, you! Hold it! Stop! Stop! MichaeI, are you all right? KITT, I need you, pal.
Let's go! MichaeI KITT, give me a systems check.
It's hard to tell, MichaeI.
My systems have never | gone underground before.
Neither have mine, | and I don't like it.
What's our depth? It's impossible to tell.
The granite composition | of the soiI around us has rendered | my sonar useless.
How much air we got | left in here, pal? Five minutes.
Well, looks like we only | have one chance.
April's new gadget.
I don't believe | the traJectory guide was designed | with excavation in mind.
And I wasn't designed with being buried | alive in mind, either.
Right.
Whatever happens, pal, | I want you to know one thing.
You're the best, huh.
Thank you.
All right, here we go.
There doesn't appear | to be enough oxygen to achieve combustion | for turbo boost.
What if we use | the air in here? In the event the traJectory | guide should faiI, you would not have enough | oxygen left to survive.
Well, if we don't | make it out of here, that five minutes will | go pretty fast, anyway.
I cannot willingly endanger | human life, MichaeI.
You know that.
Sorry, KITT, | I'm overriding your systems.
Right.
We're going for it.
All right! MichaeI, are you all right? Yeah.
Good job, pal.
As a machine, I believe | I'm quite fortunate not to have your human dependency | upon oxygen for survivaI.
As a human, I'm pretty lucky | to have a machine like you for a friend, | let me tell you.
MichaeI, | my sensors indicate a vehicle on the road | east of us moving away at a rapid rate.
Let's go get 'em! That looks like | our guys, KITT.
KITT, we're losing them! My diagnostic scanner | indicates a plethora of | mechanicaI malfunctions.
To put it in your terms, | MichaeI, I'm trashed.
Can you give me | the license plate? Q17425.
All right, run a DMV.
I think we've got | a lot to talk about.
Oh.
I, uh, I seriously doubt that.
I think | you'd better listen, and I think you'd better | listen real close.
You see, I just | found a whole collection of stolen equipment hidden | in the Silver Bell Mountains.
Is that a fact? Good.
Chances are | some of it's mine.
I seriously | doubt that.
You see, someone driving | one of your trucks tried to kill me | out there.
Not one of my trucks? Now, that-that- | that's impossible! I've got the license plate | and the DMV identification.
Then it had to be stolen.
Had to be.
You know, | that's what Frank would say.
He thinks | you're an honest man.
But me, I, uh, | I'm not so sure.
Knight, you haven't lived long enough | to stand there and judge how things are between | Frank Sanderson and me.
Sure, we-we don't see | eye to eye, but we have spent the best | part of our lives together.
And there's nothing in this world | could ever make me lend a hand to taking away things | he's worked for.
You can be sure of that.
I don't like this.
| Let's get him out of here.
Don't worry, Mr.
Newald, | we'll take care of him.
It's all right, Sam, | everything's cool.
Guys, we're not | finished talking.
Oh, you are, for now.
Junior! Stop it, you guys.
Come on.
Come on, | knock it off.
Hey, look at you.
You're-you're | all out of steam.
You got no punch in you.
You're lucky the kid | broke it up, or I'd get you I broke it up because, | whether you two know it or not, you need each other.
Let's get out of here | and find a place to talk.
Huh? Looks like somebody is | having a party.
Yeah, looks that way.
Lucy.
Excuse me, guys.
Hello, darling.
What are you | doing home so early? Well, this is my house.
What's going on? I'm having a party.
| This is my house, too.
Why didn't you tell me? Come on.
Come on out | and join the party.
No, I've got some business | to take care of inside.
You always do.
Frank, I'm just gonna | tell you straight out.
I don't like being | accused of stealing, especially | behind my back.
You know what's funny? I don't like to be accused | of cheating behind my back.
Let's keep the past | where it belongs, huh? We've got to talk about | getting the rest of the stolen equipment | and whoever stole it.
You just give me half an hour | with my crew.
I'll find out who's been | driving my company truck.
Guaranteed.
It's not that easy.
We got to find out | who's pulling the strings.
And who killed Joe.
How do we do that? Whoever's been sitting on | that equipment in the quarry knows he's got money | in the bank.
Now, we've | taken away his goods.
He's going to be | real anxious to get his hands | on some new merchandise.
We dangle some bait | in front of his nose.
There's a real good chance | he's gonna go for it.
Bait? What do you mean by bait? We find a buyer | with a wad of money who's willing to spend it, and a piece of equipment | he wants real bad.
That's a mighty nice piece | of equipment.
Yes.
But the opening bid | is mighty inflated.
Yeah.
Well, they make | big bucks at these auctions.
Not from me, they don't.
However, I am in the market | for a skip loader at a decent price.
That's not | always easy to find.
If you have | the right contacts, you can get the right piece | for the right price.
Unfortunately, | I'm from out of town.
I haven't got the time | to shop around.
Maybe I could help you out.
Really? Could you? Sure.
Let me | show you around.
Thank you.
Looks like Devon's | got him hooked, KITT.
KITT, we got a nibble.
There's a call going out.
| Trace it.
Do you want the number | or the address, MichaeI? I'll settle for the address.
Coming right up.
I'm still not certain | why we're here.
What are you looking for? A connection.
The final piece | in the puzzle.
Then this should be | of interest.
There's a car | heading this way, and my monitors indicate | it belongs to Frank Sanderson.
Frank? MichaeI, | that's Lucy Sanderson.
And Vance Burke.
I think we just | discovered the connection.
So this is how | you really make your living.
Spying on people.
I just wanna know one thing.
How much is Frank paying you? Frank doesn't | know anything about this.
Oh, then what are you | following me around for? I wouldn't be interested in | your relationship with Burke if it wasn't for the fact that he's stealing | your husband's equipment.
What? Now, wait a minute.
What I want to know is how and why | you're helping him.
Lucy, do you really | hate Frank that much? Why would I steal | from Frank? He gives me | everything I want.
Materially, at least.
Which is funny, because all I ever wanted | was someone to love me.
Vance Burke sells | heavy equipment.
His operation depends on knowing things about | your husband's business.
Things that only | you and Frank would know.
That's not true.
I have never told Vance | anything about Frank's business.
And he never asked.
You had to make arrangements | to see him, didn't you? That meant | discussing Frank's schedule.
Where he was working, when.
All right, Lucy, | if it wasn't deliberate, there's only | one thing left.
He's been using you.
No.
He loves me.
There's one way | to find out.
Pick up a telephone, | call Burke, tell him | Frank's busy tonight, moving a skip loader | down I-19 toward Nogales.
Tell him you'll be | free to see him.
See if he can get away.
Yeah, I understand.
Tomorrow, maybe.
Okay.
Bye.
How we doin'? | Did we get a bite? Yeah, we got | a big one.
I think we're all set | for tonight.
Great, let's celebrate.
Lucy, get a bucket | of ice.
Frank, we've got to talk.
Right now.
I'll be outside.
What's the matter, | Lucy? MichaeI, your palms | are clammy.
Your heartbeat, | blood pressure, and perspiration rate | is up.
When it comes | to human emotions, my ultra-phonic analyzer | can be quite confusing.
Is it anger? Fear? No, KITT.
It's anxiety.
There's a shaky marriage | in there just about to blow up.
That's too bad.
Frank.
Go ahead, if it will | make you feel any better.
Meet you at Tulley's, | okay? Okay.
Cowboys ain't easy to love.
and they're | harder to hold.
.
I never thought I'd be | setting myself up for a hit.
It's the only shot | we've got, Frank.
than diamonds or gold.
You know, this thing with | Lucy, I just don't get it.
Everything was | going along fine, and then one day, | out of the blue Look, you've got | a couple of years on me and a whole lot | of experience.
So if I'm out of line, | you just let me know.
Maybe what's happening isn't out of the blue | for Lucy.
Maybe she's been unhappy | for a real long time, and, uh, you just | haven't noticed.
Well, she could have told me.
| I mean We've been married | for 10 years.
All she had to do | was to talk to me.
You know, you turn your back | on your construction site, the weeds are gonna | take over.
I don't know that | marriage is much different.
Well, what time | have you got? I think it's time | we toss out the bait.
Right, come on.
That's it.
| Come on, that's it.
That's it.
Easy.
That's it.
Okay, come on.
| Come on.
Come to the right.
Whoa! Okay.
Okay, come on.
Come on.
Come to the right.
Hold it! What makes you so sure Burke's gonna hit | this particular run? Call it | an educated guess.
Besides, someone | helped me set it up.
Who? First things first.
All right.
| I'm following you guys.
At the first sign of action, I'm there.
Ready? Let's go.
MichaeI, my sensors are picking up | two additionaI vehicles coming onto the highway | from a side road.
Where? Five miles up the road.
MichaeI, It's going down now.
Get out of there, | both of you.
Take it easy.
Come on, | snap it up.
Burke, what are you | doin' here? This has gotta be the dumbest | thing you guys ever pulled.
Shut up.
Let's go, move it.
Uh-oh, trouble.
Let's get out of here.
Let's spread some oil on Mr.
Burke's | troubled waters, huh? I'm afraid the only big iron you'll be handling | for a long time is going to belong to | the Department of Corrections.
I couldn't have said it | better myself, pal.
Come on.
It's gonna | be just like old times.
Lloyd and I used to take on | a bar full of truckers and come out on top.
Well, we were | a lot younger then.
We sure made | one hell of a team.
You probably still would.
No.
Maybe it's for the best.
Frank, you asked | who helped me.
Lucy did.
She phoned Burke and helped set up | the whole thing.
Now, she could have told him | what was happening, but she didn't.
Well, Michael, | thanks for everything.
Hey, listen, if you ever | come across a good woman who'd like | a nice house built, you call on me.
Okay.
MichaeI, I'm picking up | a radicaI fluctuation in your friends' | hormone levels, very similar to that | experienced when they were angry.
Yet all indications are that they have | formed a reconciliation.
I'm picking that up, | too, pal.
But if the chemicaI reactions to both happiness | and anger are similar, how do you know | which you are experiencing? I'm still quite confused.
All it proves is that | you can't analyze everything.
Some things | you just gotta feel.
My systems have never | gone underground before.
We're going for it.
I broke it up because, | whether you two know it or not, you need each other.
They just ripped me off for | another piece of equipment.
I am in the market for a | skip loader at a decent price.
Go ahead, if it will | make you feel any better.
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.
MichaeI, It's hard to believe | that millions of dollars in heavy construction | equipment is stolen and illegally resold | each year.
KITT, Devon checked it out.
The equipment is | mostly unregistered and hard to trace, and the authorities | don't have the time or the manpower to help people | like Frank Sanderson.
That's why he contacted us.
| He's desperate.
Cowboys ain't easy to love.
and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather | give you a song.
than diamonds or gold.
See you later.
Lonestar belt buckles | and old faded Levis.
And each night | begins a new day.
Hello.
Hi.
If you don't understand him, | and he don't die young.
He'll probably | just ride away.
Mamas don't let your babies | grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars | or drive 'em old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors | and lawyers and such.
You'd better | have a good story.
I'm looking for | Frank Sanderson.
You found him.
| What do you want? My name's Michael Knight.
Devon Miles from | The Foundation, he sent me.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about this.
But I don't know | who I can trust any longer.
Yeah, we were hit again | two nights ago.
Almost killed my guard.
They did drive off | with my brand-new D6.
The deputy's working on it.
| What can we do? There's only one deputy | for the whole county.
Hello.
Hello, John.
Yeah, I got a little bit | of a problem.
I can't finish the job | without the equipment, and I can't pay you | until I finish the job.
I'd like to come by | and talk to you about it.
All right, | about 15 minutes.
I've been working | for about 30 years, and about all I've got left | is memories.
Boy.
They get you between | a rock and a hard place and there's no place | to turn around.
I believe the only thing that can save me is a | - is a miracle.
You mentioned a guard.
Any idea | where I can find him? Yeah, Joe Glover.
You should be able to | locate him down at Tulley's.
It's down-down on Main and- | Main and Adams.
All right.
I'll see | what I can find out.
Any help I'd appreciate.
Say, uh, I'd like to invite | you to dinner, meet my wife.
One of the best cooks | in the state.
Sounds great, thanks.
Cowboys like | smokey old pooI rooms.
and clear mountain | mornings.
Little warm puppies | and children.
and girls of the night.
KITT, give me a rundown | on a piece of heavy equipment called the D6.
Of course, MichaeI.
It has a turbo-charged | dieseI engine, bore and stroke | of 5.
4 by 6 inches, a compression ratio | of 18-to-1, and 1, 100 cubic-inch | displacement.
Obviously, April has | over-programmed you with that new | ultra-phonic analyzer.
Impossible.
There's Tulley's, | MichaeI.
It looks singularly | unprepossessing.
You never know, KITT.
| Never know.
Mamas don't let your babies | grow up to be cowboys.
'Cause they'll | never stay home.
and they're always alone.
Even with | someone they love.
Can I help you? I'll have a beer, | please.
It's on me.
Really? Thanks.
| What's the occasion? No occasion.
| Name's Vance Burke.
I'm in, uh, | equipment sales.
Michael Knight.
| Just passing through town.
When I see | a new face in town, I like to let 'em know | I'm here, just in case | they need any big iron.
Big iron, huh? Sorry, I'm not | in the market.
You never know.
Anything else? Yeah, I'm trying | to find Joe Glover.
I heard | he hangs out here.
He didn't | come in today.
He's been feeling | pretty rotten.
I heard | he had an accident.
Some accident.
He was run off the road | and nearly killed.
You from | the insurance company? No, no.
| I'm a friend of a friend.
Frank Sanderson.
You know, I told Joe | to quit that job months ago, when all the trouble started.
He wouldn't listen.
| Never does.
He's been out there | every night in the cold, with his bad heart | and arthritis, like a sitting duck.
What do you mean, | "sitting duck"? Joe said it himself.
Whoever's stealin' | from Sanderson knows the jobs he's workin', | the rigs he's runnin', the guard schedule, | everythin'.
Any idea where | I might find him? You don't trust me, huh? | You've never seen me before, you don't exactly | know what I'm up to, and you don't care | for my aftershave.
I didn't even notice it.
I'm not wearing any.
Well, you can catch him | at home after 8:00.
That'll be the easy part.
What's the hard part? Getting him to talk.
I think I'd bring a little | hair of the dog if I were you.
KITT, give me all you've got on Frank Sanderson's | company history, will you? It's rather brief, actually.
In 1956, he went | into partnership with a Lloyd Newald.
Three years ago, they | dissolved their partnership and Sanderson's been working | by himself ever since.
That's, uh, 25 years.
A silver anniversary, | and then they split up.
I wonder if they argued | over community property.
Oh, yeah, we argued, | all right.
We argued like cats and dogs.
We couldn't agree on anything.
But after 25 years, that's | kind of normal, isn't it? I'm sorry about this, | but this is gonna be dinner.
I forgot to call Lucy and tell her | that we were coming home, and she made | some other plans.
You know | how women are.
Yeah, I know.
| That's no problem.
Now, 25 years, | that's a long relationship.
Why did you and Newald | finally split up? Well, he got the bug.
He wanted to start | speculating in real estate.
I wouldn't go along | with him.
Did you guys have any problems | with money after you split? You could say so.
You see, I put | a lot more money into the business | when we first started and like a couple of dummies, we didn't write | anything down on paper.
And after 25 years, it's real hard to remember | who contributed what.
You know, he's just | like some old pit bull.
Once he got his teeth into | something, he wouldn't let go.
And you know that we haven't had | two words together since then.
Frank, I'm leaving.
Oh.
Well, honey, | this is Michael Knight.
He's here | to help us.
Hello.
Michael, this is | my wife Lucy.
Hi, Lucy.
Don't wait up, hon.
No, no, I'll be | sawing wood at 10:00.
I know.
Well, it was nice | to meet you, Mr.
Knight.
I hope you can take | a rain check on the dinner.
Uh, your husband says your cooking | is the best in the state.
It's worth the wait.
She's a beauty, | isn't she? Yes, sir, she is.
Well, looks like | Joe Glover's home.
Yes, but you forgot | the hair of the dog.
Guess I'll have to rely | on boyish charm.
Good luck, MichaeI.
Joe! Joe? What's bothering you, MichaeI? I don't know.
Something | just doesn't wash.
The medicaI examiner's | report states the cause of Joe Glover's | death as cardiac arrest.
I know, I know.
No sign of struggle, | nothing out of the ordinary.
Very, very convenient.
What about those pills? A form of nitroglycerin, commonly used | as a vasodilator.
When Joe was | having a heart attack, those pills were | halfway across the room.
KITT, that chain could have | been torn from his neck and thrown out | of his reach.
That's possible, but it doesn't | necessarily follow, MichaeI.
Something in my bones | tells me I'm right.
The ultra-phonic | analyzer indicates there's absolutely nothing | unusuaI about your bones.
I'm talking about | a feeling here, I'm talking about | a gut reaction.
And I'm showing | no unusuaI activity in your | gastrointestinaI system.
Okay, okay, | let's just drop it.
We'll follow | the only lead we've got.
Looking for something, | mister? That's, uh, freshly painted, | isn't it? Yeah, we take real good care | of our equipment.
I said, uh, | what are you looking for? Lloyd Newald.
Well, this ain't his office.
You're trespassing.
I'll take care of this, boys.
Yeah, what can I | do for you, Knight? Word gets around | pretty quick.
I'm trying to | find out what happened to Frank Sanderson's | equipment.
So you came | to talk with me.
I don't like | the implication.
None intended, sir.
I'm just trying to | get some information.
I'll give you some.
Frank Sanderson isn't the only | one around here losing equipment.
A lot of us are.
Practically everybody | gets hit now and then.
I- I lost two pieces | in the last six months and I've got police reports | to prove it.
Well, Frank's lost | over twice that much.
And whoever's hitting him knows his operation | inside and out.
Meaning me, right? Is that what | Sanderson said? Because if he did, | he is a liar.
I make enough | running my company.
I don't have to | steal from his.
Frank just lost a D6 just like the one | you painted over there.
This is my equipment.
I've got a right | to paint it if I want.
You and Sanderson | better get that straight or you both are gonna have | some real trouble on your hands.
I want him | out of this yard.
Now.
That's okay.
| No problem, guys.
I can find my own way out.
Would you stop it? No, I can't.
You know that.
Look, someone just came in.
I'm going to have | to call you back.
Bye.
I called | Frank's office.
They said he was | on his way home.
I'm, uh, I'm real sorry | if I'm interrupting anything.
Would you like a drink? Please.
I'm sure Frank's | still at the site.
He's always | at a site somewhere.
That's Frank's life.
That's all | he ever talks about.
We took a vacation | about 3 years ago.
Went to, uh, Vegas | for the weekend.
There just happened to be | an equipment show going on.
Frank's idea of | a big night on the town is a chicken-fried steak | at the truck stop cafe, a beer at Tulley's, and | the late-night movies on TV.
I love Frank.
He's my husband.
But I will not | dry up and wither away.
Look, Mrs.
Sanderson- What did you want to | speak to Frank about, anyway? Bad news, I'm afraid.
Joe Glover died last night.
I think he was murdered.
I can't believe it.
| Who'd kill Joe, and why? Somebody must have been afraid | that, uh, Joe recognized him the night | they hit your place.
That couldn't be true.
Otherwise, he would have | said something.
Maybe.
Unless he felt some kind | of divided loyalty.
I know what you're thinking.
Newald.
No, I just can't | believe he'd be involved.
Frank, Newald's | nursing a grudge.
Against you.
And he's spread so thin right | now, he's about ready to rip.
What? I did some checking.
From the outside, it looks | like he's making big bucks, but when actually he is losing | his shirt in real estate.
He's in bad | financial trouble.
Hmm.
Hello.
Oh, no.
All right, goodbye.
They just | ripped me off for another | piece of equipment.
The most expensive grader | I own.
KITT, did April | also program you with information | regarding earth graders? Yes, MichaeI.
It's a 500 horsepower | dieseI engine in a V8 configuration.
It redlines at 2, 100 rpm, and develops a maximum torque | of 1,350 pounds.
KITT, Remind me | to talk to April about your | ultra-phonic analyzer.
MichaeI, we're | approaching the spot where Frank's | grader was stolen.
Okay, pal, | let's keep an eye out.
KITT, check out these tracks for me, | will you? They look like they're from | a big truck or something.
And they're fresh.
MichaeI, I've found | something rather interesting.
Silicon dioxide | in the tracks.
Silicon dioxide? | You mean sand? Pal, we're in the middle | of a desert.
If you'II let me continue, I've also detected a miniscule | amount of horizonthalonium, better known as Echinocactus which only grows in one small | section of the state, the Silver Bell Mountains, a few miles west of | our present location.
Yeah, if that's where | the truck came from, then it's probably | where the truck went.
A logicaI conclusion.
You know | where we're going? Of course.
The flora and fauna of an area | can be read like a road map.
Well, keep reading, pal, | because I sure don't.
I'm lost.
MichaeI, my ultra-phonic | analyzer is detecting an extraordinary | amount of iron with small amounts of carbon, | manganese, coaI- Speak English.
SteeI at approximately | 47 degrees north by northeast.
Steel.
Let's check it out.
Looks like | we just hit pay dirt.
MichaeI, my sensors indicate | some activity down there.
Perhaps it would be wise to affect | a strategic departure.
Sit tight, KITT.
I'm gonna go down and see | who's behind this operation.
Hey, you! Hold it! Stop! Stop! MichaeI, are you all right? KITT, I need you, pal.
Let's go! MichaeI KITT, give me a systems check.
It's hard to tell, MichaeI.
My systems have never | gone underground before.
Neither have mine, | and I don't like it.
What's our depth? It's impossible to tell.
The granite composition | of the soiI around us has rendered | my sonar useless.
How much air we got | left in here, pal? Five minutes.
Well, looks like we only | have one chance.
April's new gadget.
I don't believe | the traJectory guide was designed | with excavation in mind.
And I wasn't designed with being buried | alive in mind, either.
Right.
Whatever happens, pal, | I want you to know one thing.
You're the best, huh.
Thank you.
All right, here we go.
There doesn't appear | to be enough oxygen to achieve combustion | for turbo boost.
What if we use | the air in here? In the event the traJectory | guide should faiI, you would not have enough | oxygen left to survive.
Well, if we don't | make it out of here, that five minutes will | go pretty fast, anyway.
I cannot willingly endanger | human life, MichaeI.
You know that.
Sorry, KITT, | I'm overriding your systems.
Right.
We're going for it.
All right! MichaeI, are you all right? Yeah.
Good job, pal.
As a machine, I believe | I'm quite fortunate not to have your human dependency | upon oxygen for survivaI.
As a human, I'm pretty lucky | to have a machine like you for a friend, | let me tell you.
MichaeI, | my sensors indicate a vehicle on the road | east of us moving away at a rapid rate.
Let's go get 'em! That looks like | our guys, KITT.
KITT, we're losing them! My diagnostic scanner | indicates a plethora of | mechanicaI malfunctions.
To put it in your terms, | MichaeI, I'm trashed.
Can you give me | the license plate? Q17425.
All right, run a DMV.
I think we've got | a lot to talk about.
Oh.
I, uh, I seriously doubt that.
I think | you'd better listen, and I think you'd better | listen real close.
You see, I just | found a whole collection of stolen equipment hidden | in the Silver Bell Mountains.
Is that a fact? Good.
Chances are | some of it's mine.
I seriously | doubt that.
You see, someone driving | one of your trucks tried to kill me | out there.
Not one of my trucks? Now, that-that- | that's impossible! I've got the license plate | and the DMV identification.
Then it had to be stolen.
Had to be.
You know, | that's what Frank would say.
He thinks | you're an honest man.
But me, I, uh, | I'm not so sure.
Knight, you haven't lived long enough | to stand there and judge how things are between | Frank Sanderson and me.
Sure, we-we don't see | eye to eye, but we have spent the best | part of our lives together.
And there's nothing in this world | could ever make me lend a hand to taking away things | he's worked for.
You can be sure of that.
I don't like this.
| Let's get him out of here.
Don't worry, Mr.
Newald, | we'll take care of him.
It's all right, Sam, | everything's cool.
Guys, we're not | finished talking.
Oh, you are, for now.
Junior! Stop it, you guys.
Come on.
Come on, | knock it off.
Hey, look at you.
You're-you're | all out of steam.
You got no punch in you.
You're lucky the kid | broke it up, or I'd get you I broke it up because, | whether you two know it or not, you need each other.
Let's get out of here | and find a place to talk.
Huh? Looks like somebody is | having a party.
Yeah, looks that way.
Lucy.
Excuse me, guys.
Hello, darling.
What are you | doing home so early? Well, this is my house.
What's going on? I'm having a party.
| This is my house, too.
Why didn't you tell me? Come on.
Come on out | and join the party.
No, I've got some business | to take care of inside.
You always do.
Frank, I'm just gonna | tell you straight out.
I don't like being | accused of stealing, especially | behind my back.
You know what's funny? I don't like to be accused | of cheating behind my back.
Let's keep the past | where it belongs, huh? We've got to talk about | getting the rest of the stolen equipment | and whoever stole it.
You just give me half an hour | with my crew.
I'll find out who's been | driving my company truck.
Guaranteed.
It's not that easy.
We got to find out | who's pulling the strings.
And who killed Joe.
How do we do that? Whoever's been sitting on | that equipment in the quarry knows he's got money | in the bank.
Now, we've | taken away his goods.
He's going to be | real anxious to get his hands | on some new merchandise.
We dangle some bait | in front of his nose.
There's a real good chance | he's gonna go for it.
Bait? What do you mean by bait? We find a buyer | with a wad of money who's willing to spend it, and a piece of equipment | he wants real bad.
That's a mighty nice piece | of equipment.
Yes.
But the opening bid | is mighty inflated.
Yeah.
Well, they make | big bucks at these auctions.
Not from me, they don't.
However, I am in the market | for a skip loader at a decent price.
That's not | always easy to find.
If you have | the right contacts, you can get the right piece | for the right price.
Unfortunately, | I'm from out of town.
I haven't got the time | to shop around.
Maybe I could help you out.
Really? Could you? Sure.
Let me | show you around.
Thank you.
Looks like Devon's | got him hooked, KITT.
KITT, we got a nibble.
There's a call going out.
| Trace it.
Do you want the number | or the address, MichaeI? I'll settle for the address.
Coming right up.
I'm still not certain | why we're here.
What are you looking for? A connection.
The final piece | in the puzzle.
Then this should be | of interest.
There's a car | heading this way, and my monitors indicate | it belongs to Frank Sanderson.
Frank? MichaeI, | that's Lucy Sanderson.
And Vance Burke.
I think we just | discovered the connection.
So this is how | you really make your living.
Spying on people.
I just wanna know one thing.
How much is Frank paying you? Frank doesn't | know anything about this.
Oh, then what are you | following me around for? I wouldn't be interested in | your relationship with Burke if it wasn't for the fact that he's stealing | your husband's equipment.
What? Now, wait a minute.
What I want to know is how and why | you're helping him.
Lucy, do you really | hate Frank that much? Why would I steal | from Frank? He gives me | everything I want.
Materially, at least.
Which is funny, because all I ever wanted | was someone to love me.
Vance Burke sells | heavy equipment.
His operation depends on knowing things about | your husband's business.
Things that only | you and Frank would know.
That's not true.
I have never told Vance | anything about Frank's business.
And he never asked.
You had to make arrangements | to see him, didn't you? That meant | discussing Frank's schedule.
Where he was working, when.
All right, Lucy, | if it wasn't deliberate, there's only | one thing left.
He's been using you.
No.
He loves me.
There's one way | to find out.
Pick up a telephone, | call Burke, tell him | Frank's busy tonight, moving a skip loader | down I-19 toward Nogales.
Tell him you'll be | free to see him.
See if he can get away.
Yeah, I understand.
Tomorrow, maybe.
Okay.
Bye.
How we doin'? | Did we get a bite? Yeah, we got | a big one.
I think we're all set | for tonight.
Great, let's celebrate.
Lucy, get a bucket | of ice.
Frank, we've got to talk.
Right now.
I'll be outside.
What's the matter, | Lucy? MichaeI, your palms | are clammy.
Your heartbeat, | blood pressure, and perspiration rate | is up.
When it comes | to human emotions, my ultra-phonic analyzer | can be quite confusing.
Is it anger? Fear? No, KITT.
It's anxiety.
There's a shaky marriage | in there just about to blow up.
That's too bad.
Frank.
Go ahead, if it will | make you feel any better.
Meet you at Tulley's, | okay? Okay.
Cowboys ain't easy to love.
and they're | harder to hold.
.
I never thought I'd be | setting myself up for a hit.
It's the only shot | we've got, Frank.
than diamonds or gold.
You know, this thing with | Lucy, I just don't get it.
Everything was | going along fine, and then one day, | out of the blue Look, you've got | a couple of years on me and a whole lot | of experience.
So if I'm out of line, | you just let me know.
Maybe what's happening isn't out of the blue | for Lucy.
Maybe she's been unhappy | for a real long time, and, uh, you just | haven't noticed.
Well, she could have told me.
| I mean We've been married | for 10 years.
All she had to do | was to talk to me.
You know, you turn your back | on your construction site, the weeds are gonna | take over.
I don't know that | marriage is much different.
Well, what time | have you got? I think it's time | we toss out the bait.
Right, come on.
That's it.
| Come on, that's it.
That's it.
Easy.
That's it.
Okay, come on.
| Come on.
Come to the right.
Whoa! Okay.
Okay, come on.
Come on.
Come to the right.
Hold it! What makes you so sure Burke's gonna hit | this particular run? Call it | an educated guess.
Besides, someone | helped me set it up.
Who? First things first.
All right.
| I'm following you guys.
At the first sign of action, I'm there.
Ready? Let's go.
MichaeI, my sensors are picking up | two additionaI vehicles coming onto the highway | from a side road.
Where? Five miles up the road.
MichaeI, It's going down now.
Get out of there, | both of you.
Take it easy.
Come on, | snap it up.
Burke, what are you | doin' here? This has gotta be the dumbest | thing you guys ever pulled.
Shut up.
Let's go, move it.
Uh-oh, trouble.
Let's get out of here.
Let's spread some oil on Mr.
Burke's | troubled waters, huh? I'm afraid the only big iron you'll be handling | for a long time is going to belong to | the Department of Corrections.
I couldn't have said it | better myself, pal.
Come on.
It's gonna | be just like old times.
Lloyd and I used to take on | a bar full of truckers and come out on top.
Well, we were | a lot younger then.
We sure made | one hell of a team.
You probably still would.
No.
Maybe it's for the best.
Frank, you asked | who helped me.
Lucy did.
She phoned Burke and helped set up | the whole thing.
Now, she could have told him | what was happening, but she didn't.
Well, Michael, | thanks for everything.
Hey, listen, if you ever | come across a good woman who'd like | a nice house built, you call on me.
Okay.
MichaeI, I'm picking up | a radicaI fluctuation in your friends' | hormone levels, very similar to that | experienced when they were angry.
Yet all indications are that they have | formed a reconciliation.
I'm picking that up, | too, pal.
But if the chemicaI reactions to both happiness | and anger are similar, how do you know | which you are experiencing? I'm still quite confused.
All it proves is that | you can't analyze everything.
Some things | you just gotta feel.