Knight Rider

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. Father Carlos Laguna? Yes?

I'm Michael Knight.

Thank you for coming.

Devon Miles told me you might have a name for me.

A contact. Yes. I'll be seeing someone after the 1:00 Mass.

He'll have the contact's name.

I'll be going straight to my sister's wedding reception. Could you meet me there?

Yeah. Father, I'm on my way back from New Orleans.

I haven't had a chance to get together with Devon yet.

But from what he told me, it sounds like something the police should handle.

The attacks are hit-And-Run.

The police?

They ask questions. They, uh, take pictures. They count bullet holes.

Tuesday afternoon, they shot my brother Miguel.

Two men in a car with automatic assault rifles.

He was standing in the middle of a gas station in South Houston.

You know, innocent people could have been killed.

But they don't care, these, um, corazones de piedras.

Corazones... It's what my family calls them.

Corazones de piedras means, um, "hearts of stone."

Michael, what do you think of my new voice modulator?

Nice, KITT. Real nice.

As you see, no one knows who these new people are.

There are six of them, at least four of whom are veterans,

Either Special Forces or crack troops at any rate.

Now the Laguna family are proud, fiercely loyal and tough,

But these gentlemen, oh, they're different.

They don't play by the old rules.

They've got guns to sell, and in order to do that, the Lagunas have got to move over.

Well, the Lagunas resisted.

As you see, it's becoming a war in the streets.

This is what it's over.

Looks like something out of Buck Rogers or Star Wars. It's called the Nunn X-19.

Legally manufactured in Lexington, Kentucky...

and advertised as the most efficient automatic assault rifle in the world today.

It features as standard equipment a rocket launcher.

Rate of fire... 850 rounds per minute.

So you see, it's much more efficient than the Uzi...

and anything the U.S. Army is producing today.

In other words, a superior weapon in every respect.

You said "legally manufactured." Oh, it's legally manufactured.

Diverted into the world of black market arms in various ways.

Weapons stolen, shipments lost, records incomplete.

Its primary market is the turmoil in Central America.

Here, I want you to get the feel of it. Well...

there's only one way to do that.

Wow!

Would you like to have a go at the rocket?

Oh, please do.

Ready?

Devon, just what is it you're looking for from me? Find these people.

Convince them that you're a black market arms dealer, arrange a buy.

If we could catch them dirty... that is, with the guns...

we can cut the pipeline into Mexico,

And we can save lives on both sides of the border.

It's gonna take more than a name from Father Carlos Laguna to sell me as an arms dealer.

Well, we've arranged for some help in that area, Michael.

Specialized data banks on Texas, Mexico,

Ex-Special Forces and Green Beret personnel,

Major and minor figures in international arms smuggling.

Is KITT ready?

KITT's got it all. We've honed it to the final contingency, my boy.

In that case, you'd better let me get out of here before I change my mind.

Adios, mis amigos.

Well, hell, I got everything that money could buy

In a place where a face ain't got no name

Down here everybody playing that old sneaky game

Down in Mexico

Well, hard to be a man down in Mexico

Mexico, ahh Mexico

Well, hard to be a man down in Mexico

Hey, dude. You're lookin' at the fastest car in Houston.

The mean machine. Blow that black bucket right off the road.

Yeah. Maybe some other time, huh?

Yeah, sure.

KITT, don't fall in love with one of these beautiful cars and run off on me, huh?

I wouldn't dream of it. Michael, have you finished reviewing my new data banks?

- Something I should know? - Don't drink the water.

- KITT, we're not in Mexico. We're just outside of Houston, Texas. - I hear "marachis."

I'm gonna have to get Bonnie to reprogram your Spanish. It's mariachis.

Hi, guys.

Buenos dias. Que pasa?

- Michael! - Hello, Father.

Con permiso. Excuse us.

Did you get the name, Father?

Our contact is Angie. Angie? I expected a man.

Yeah, well, in this business, it pays to, uh, expect the unexpected.

Where is she?

All I know is she's a cocktail waitress at a place called The Embers in downtown Houston.

This is hard for you, isn't it, Father?

- - A thousand Hail Marys or your life.

Roberto? Yes?

I want you to meet a friend of mine, Michael Knight. How do you do?

Thank you for coming. Hello, Roberto.

Roberto here is my youngest brother. The youngest and the craziest.

Vato loco. To be Catholic is hard enough.

But with a brother that's a priest...

Come on.

- Michael? - Yeah, KITT?

There's a truck approaching with men hidden in the bed.

All right, get over here right away and get in between us and them.

- Get down! Get down! -

Michael.!

Roberto's been hit. He's bleeding bad. We've got to get him to a hospital.

Well, it looks like the bullet severed an artery in his leg,

But they said with a little rest and care he's gonna be all right. That's good.

Yeah. I'll be in touch, huh?

Michael, be careful.

Thank you, Father. Yeah.

What'll it be? A bottle of beer, please. Whatever's coldest.

- Keep the change, huh? - Thank you, pardner.

Looking for a cocktail waitress. Maybe you know her. Name's Angie.

Who wants her? A friend of a friend.

Are you lookin' for me? You Angie?

I'm whoever you want me to be. You want me to be Angie, I'll be Angie. Who are you?

Name's Michael. Well, Michael, what can I do for you?

Angie, I'm a gun collector.

An acquaintance of mine told me you might be able to steer me in the right direction.

What direction is that? Well, Angie, I'm looking for some rifles.

Automatic assault weapons. I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, Angie, I, uh,

I'll make it worth your while.

Excuse me. I don't know you.

Well, let me just tell you I'm a businessman.

My business just happens to be weapons.

- Who gave you my name? - A man you never heard of.

A man who used to do business with the Lagunas.

Angie, he told me the Lagunas are on their way out,

And you might be able to introduce me to the people who are on their way in.

All I'm asking from you is an introduction.

If I'm not for real, your people will know.

I mean, that's their job, not yours.

I usually give a five percent commission.

In your case, I'll make it 10.

Take it or leave it.

I'll make a call.

If the answer's yes, I'll meet you in front in five minutes.

If the answer's no, I never want to see you again.

You mind if I turn on this radio? Go ahead.

This is a weird-Looking dash. Doesn't this radio play anything besides Mexican music?

It's a weird radio. It goes with the dash.

These people are bad. I sure hope you're who you say you are.

You always this suspicious?

Mm-Mmm. Just when it comes to this kind of business.

I hate it.

Then why are you in it, Angie?

I'm not in it. I just happen to know these people, that's all.

I'll be right there. I just got to lock up.

KITT, get the license plate number on every car here.

I don't have a strange-Looking dash. I'm proud of my dash.

Don't take it personally.

I just hope the name you gave me is gonna work in there.

I simply selected the name least likely to be traceable with the information Bonnie added to...

Okay. Okay. I'm sorry I mentioned it.

De nada. How's that?

Not bad. Not bad.

Tell them to bring water.

Hey, R.J. How you doin'?

I'll tell Ricky we're here.

Howdy. What brings you out this way?

A little bit of this and a little bit of that.

How about you? Same thing.

A whole lot of this and a whole lot of that.

Well, I hope to see you later. Don't you run off now, you hear?

Michael.

Blink and I'll put your brains all over this wall, boy.

Angie tells me you're looking for some guns.

- Well, who said we had 'em? - A fella named Pavlon.

Emile Pavlon told me to look you guys up.

Go get us a couple of cold beers.

You know Emile, huh?

- How's he doin' these days? - He's not doing too good. He's in Torreon Federal Prison in Guatemala.

Yeah, we heard about that. Too bad. Is that where you met him?

No. I met him in a little town called Sabana Grande in Puerto Rico in 1979.

He was running Thompsons by the thousands down there to Belize.

Did some business. He told me to look you guys up.

What'd he say about us?

He said your prices are too high.

He also told me you got access to some of the best automatic assault rifles around.

Now tell me somethin'. Does Emile still have that tattoo on his arm?

Which arm? He's got 'em on both.

You got anythin' particular in mind?

The Nunn X-19. Hey, that's a real good choice. Good gun.

How many you lookin' for? How many you got?

- Twenty boxes, eight to a box. - How much?

- Fifteen hundred a copy. You want 'em all? - Yeah.

- Two hundred and forty thousand, cash. - When can we do it?

Well, when can you have the money?

Tomorrow. We'll be ready.

When you're ready, contact Angie.

Thanks.

See if you can get a line on Emile Pavlon.

I want to know if this guy is who he says he is.

The wages of sin is death.