#... every night and day
# And I never lost one minute of sleepin'
# Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been
# Big wheel keep on turnin'
# Proud Mary keep on burnin'
# Rollin', rollin'
# Rollin' on a river
# Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
# Pumped a lot of pain in New Orleans...
Hurry up, folks. Place your bets.
Oh!
- I can't lose tonight! - Don't say that. It brings bad luck.
I do not believe in luck.
OK, Lonnie, he's winning big. It's now or never.
Wilson sent Lonnie into the elevator.
Loud and clear, Lieutenant. I have a front-row seat.
Got her. She just went into Acton's suite.
- Muntzy. Be careful. - Hey, I got ten years on you, buddy.
I'm the original man of steel. I'm worried about you, in that bed of snakes.
- (woman) Wilson, I'm finished. - Be sure nobody sees you.
There's no one in the hall but an electrician.
You didn't say anything about an electrician.
- He works here. I've seen him around. - Stay in the room.
Croupier, for you.
Wilson?
We are callin' it a night. Come on, sweetheart.
Make sure security is behind us until we get these up in the room safe.
Delay him.
Stay close to Mr Acton. He's carrying a great deal of cash.
Lonnie, get out of the room, fast. Acton's on his way up.
- What about the guy on the ladder? - I'll handle him.
Get in your car and head east. I'll pick up the film from you there.
- She's leaving in a hurry, Lieutenant. - We got a broken play. Follow her.
- Back me up if I blow it? - We've got six months in this. I'm there.
Charles, security can only do so much in a crowd with you carrying chips.
I'd feel better if you took it to the cashier.
That's good advice, Mr Acton. I'd recommend it.
You're probably right. They're clumsy as hell anyway.
- Relax, Lieutenant. - I don't know where Wilson is.
Gray, they've burned her. A guy's on her tail in a maintenance suit.
Stop him.
I got her.
And I got him.
- Wait here and don't leave. - Where are you going?
I think he made you. Muntzy!
Michael, what are you doing?
Muntzy!
- Watch him. I'll get help. - No, Lieutenant, forget it.
- Go after her. - You gotta hang on. Muntzy!
- Stay here with him. - No, I'll go with you.
- Get an ambulance, quick! - Call a doctor!
Michael, why are you doing this? You were hired to protect Charles.
They no longer need your boss. They got what they were after.
What are you talking about?
I don't have time to explain now, but your boss's chief of security
is up to his Bahamian bank accounts in industrial espionage - and now murder.
- I don't believe it. - Did you believe that dead cop?
He was my partner. I was supposed to be covering him.
Will you step out of the car please, Lonnie?
You did a really nice job.
I'll take that microfilm.
(car tyres screech)
All right, hold it right there. You move, I fire.
Drop the gun and kick it over here.
- Looks like we made a small mistake. - Treason is more than a small mistake.
It draws the death penalty. Tanya, pick up his gun.
That won't be necessary. I have my own.
Drop it.
- You're working for them? - I've disappointed you.
Tanya, give me the gun. I could still make a deal for you if you cooperate.
- Give it to me! - I intend to.
My God, we're too late.
Well... what's the word?
I'll give you the same answer I've given you for the past four days.
He's probably the only human being on this planet
who's in worse condition than you are.
- Is he going to die? - He should've.
That bullet was fired point-blank into his skull.
- How did he survive? - He has a metal plate in his forehead.
You see? Probably military surgery, I would guess.
It deflected the bullet, which was heading right toward his brain,
and it came back out through his face.
We'll never know what he looked like.
(gasps)
- (gasps) - That's all right, son.
Keep fighting. It will keep you living, just like me.
I've got good news for you. The Knight 2000 will be ready...
- That bad? - On the contrary.
It's an excellent job.
Here. Why don't you take a look?
- It isn't me. - It gives you a second chance to live.
Unless you'd prefer a face that might get you killed again.
You take my word - you'll be much safer with this face.
And it's... rather handsome.
If I do say so myself.
Does it strike you that there's an uncanny resemblance between this young fellow
and you as a young man?
- My imagination, I suppose. - Stick to your task. When will I see it?
I've been trying to tell you. It could be ready within the month.
Excellent!
I pray that it leaves me enough time.
- What have you told him? - That he no longer has anyone to fear.
In the eyes of the law, Michael Long is legally dead.
And we haven't done anything wrong.
Stealing a body from the medical school so that the police can find it
is hardly what I would call playing by the rules.
I make my own rules. So does the government.
They fake deaths and identities all the time. Not to mention our adversary.
But why are you doing it?
I think you know why, Devon. I want to leave something behind me.
Something worthwhile, not just a lot of numbers in a bank account.
Now... when will the Knight 2000 be ready?
Soon. The crews are working double-shift.
Make it around the clock. I want it done within the next 48 hours.
48 hours? Wilton, has the doctor said that...
Don't worry about what the good doctor has told me.
I'll worry about the doctors... and Michael Long.
Aren't you pushing it a bit, Michael?
I gotta get back in shape real fast.
I got one last debt to pay.
Is revenge the only thing you can think of?
You're better than that. You were a good cop.
Was I?
As I recall, I blew it.
What if I were to offer you another shot?
I want Tanya and her friends too, but that's only the tip of the iceberg.
- If we could work together... - Mr Knight, my last partner is dead.
From now on I work alone. I can't take responsibility for anybody's life but mine.
I think you can understand that.
Enough, Devon. You've had your fun with our guest.
It isn't polite to sneak around uninvited.
Be gracious, Devon.
I think an explanation is well overdue.
Damn right it is. What is all this?
What are you up to, people sneaking in here day and night?
- Look at who's talking. - Be quiet, both of you.
Let's get down to business.
I'm running out of time.
And Michael here is... now healthy enough to carry on.
Carry on what?
I don't know what you do out here, but I just wanna get on with my life.
That's not very grateful. Aren't you angry at the people who left you to die?
Angry? Angry doesn't even come close.
- But I'm gonna adjust. You know why? - Tell me.
They're too big - the kind of criminals that operate above the law.
- Nobody can touch 'em. - I don't agree with you.
You're entitled to your opinion.
As for me, I'm pullin' outta here tonight, and I'm taking my car with me.
Prepare the car for him. He'll have to know about it so it's safe for him to drive.
I must go to bed. I'm not...
feeling very well.
- You've just struck a dying man. - I like that old man.
I really do. But, Devon, I gotta get on with my own life.
You wouldn't have a life if we hadn't brought you here.
Certain people will kill you if they know you're alive.
But I'm legally dead, remember?
I don't even know me with this face. What's this about my car?
Any resemblance between that car and your own is superficial.
What are you talking about? That's my car. I left it in the desert.
No, it may look like your car,
but actually this vehicle is probably the most expensive car in the world.
C'mon, this is my car.
What's this, a new paint job? It feels like baby's skin.
Boy, those guys did a nice job. There's not a ripple on it, like a mirror.
It's not paint. It's a finish bonded into the molecular structure of a new substance.
- You mean the metal? - It's not metal.
And it's not fibreglass. Excuse me.
Here. Strike the surface as hard as you can.
I'm not gonna hit my car. It's beautiful.
There's not a mark on it! How did you do that?
Don't just stand there with your mouth open. Get in the car.
I'll show you.
- Welcome aboard the Knight 2000. - Thank you. What's all this?
- Looks like Darth Vader's bathroom. - It is a one-of-a-kind car, Mr Long.
It is the fastest, safest, strongest car in the world.
It is also completely fuel-efficient and it is operated entirely by microprocessors
which make it virtually impossible for it to suffer any mishap or collision.
Unless, of course, specifically so ordered by its pilot.
"Pilot"? Don't tell me this thing flies.
No, but it thinks.
It thinks?
My car thinks?
We like to think of it as our car.
In order to motivate it forward...
I recognise the more rudimentary controls such as the accelerator, Devon.
I do know how to drive.
I would have preferred you to have let me open the door first.
But, as you see, no harm has come to the car.
You also said we couldn't have a collision.
Not if the system is operable, and to do that, you have to switch it on first.
Like that.
Now, you're telling me... I can't hit anything?
- Trust me. - I'll never trust anybody again.
I'm warning you, Devon.
- I'm gonna put this thing to the test. - Be my guest.
I don't believe this. I'm playin' chicken with a ten-ton semi.
The car drove around the truck. It steered itself!
- Yes, it's marvellous, isn't it? - I hate it! I make my own decisions.
The microprocessor deduced you were acting against your best interests.
It had two choices - either to slow down, or to manoeuvre around the obstacle.
Why didn't we slow down? It would've been a lot safer.
- Well, um... - Did I find a flaw in the perfect machine?
- No flaw, I assure you. It's just... - It's just what?
Well... it was showing off for you.
What?!
You're telling me that this car can just take off? Go for gas or a car wash?
Mm-hm.
- Great if I was working under it(!) - It wouldn't harm you, I assure you.
Its primary function is the preservation of human life. Your life.
By "me", you mean... anybody driving this thing?
No, I mean you, specifically. You, Michael Arthur Long.
You'd better hurry.
We're too late.
Almost.
What kept you? Car not fast enough?
You gotta put that on the market. Could save thousands of lives.
And have it taken away from me, kept off the market, like they did my...
Don't try to talk. I'll explain everything.
Mr Knight is the last of his breed.
He built his own empire, as the Fords and Rockefellers did.
- Devon, we've been all through this. - All right.
Michael, come closer.
You were spared to lead a great fight.
Don't turn away in fear.
One man can make a difference.
And you are going to be that man.
Mr Knight, uh...
I'd like to be able to promise you I could take on the world one day, but I can't.
I still wake up in the night, shaking,
remembering that gun in my face and the whole world blowin' up.
Remember that moment.
Think of it as your "baptism by fire".
My... adventure has ended.
Yours... has just...
just begun.
For God's sake, don't go so fast. I'm puffed!
- Sorry, but I got places to go. - What the hell does that mean?
I heard you on the phone. You found the girl in California.
- Did you listen to a private conversation? - I don't do that.
You got so excited, the gardener could've heard you over the lawnmower.
What's she up to?
She's working in Silicon Valley.
If Tanya's there, that's where I'm going now.
- I forbid it. - Devon, you can't forbid it.
- I can certainly take away the car. - I'll get another one.
- Besides, it's in my name. - That's where you're wrong.
- "Michael Knight"? - Michael Long is dead.
- How do I suddenly become Knight? - Yes, well...
Driver's licence, credit cards...
- It's all on Mr Knight's orders. - These are good now.
You could have dated these ahead if you wanted me to stay.
- You knew I'd leave when I wanted to. - You're a primitive, Mr L...
Mr Knight. You're quite predictable.
- You think the old man was smart. - A certifiable genius.
He must have known what he was doing when he picked me to get his revenge.
I'm on my way.
Wait. There are several things about this car I ought to explain.
That's all right, I'm a fast study. I'll pick things up as I go along.
That's very foolhardy.
Goodbye. Thank you.
Oh, and I want you to know something. I kinda got to like you.
What?
Never mind. What's that mean coming from a primitive, anyway?
Oh, Wilton. He's doing everything you said he would.
What have you gotten me into?
Millston, in Silicon Valley. 110 miles.
All right, might as well put on some music.
All these weird gadgets, you'd think they'd give you a radio.
- (male voice) What do you want to hear? - What the hell was that?
Do you wish information on Silicon Valley?
I wanna know who you are and how you can hear me.
There's no need for increased volume.
I am scanning your interrogatives satisfactorily.
I am the voice of Knight Industry Two Thousand's microprocessor.
K-l-T-T for easy reference. "KITT" if you prefer.
No, I don't prefer, and I don't intend to drive a car that talks back to me.
So either Devon pulls your plug, or you get yourself another driver.
I am not qualified to overrule your wishes.
That's good to hear, KITT.
I don't wanna hear another peep out of you till I can call Devon, so clam up.
I'm gonna listen to some good music - and don't offer any suggestions.
- I'll choose my own. - As you wish, Mr Knight.
As you are still recovering from your ordeal
and you're in an irritable mood caused by fatigue,
may I suggest engaging auto cruise mode for safety?
No, you may not - and that's final.
- Good night. - Good night.
I can't believe this.
A car that talks back to me.
(# "Take It Easy" by the Eagles)
(# "Carolina In My Mind" by James Taylor)
(# "Peaceful Easy Feeling" by the Eagles)
Yoo-hoo. Michael.
Michael?
Hello, Michael.
(# "Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac)
- Did you see that? - What?
- That guy was asleep at the wheel. - No!
(siren)
That man can't be asleep. He's got to be dead!
If he ain't, he's gonna be. That's Dead Man's Curve up ahead.
How can he be asleep and drive like that?
(KITT) Michael! Michael!
(sounds horn)
Hey! Hey!
Michael...
What the...?
- What's goin' on? What did I do? - Deny everything.
If I may suggest, deafness is a good approach to law-enforcement officers.
You shut up! Probably weavin' all over the road.
OK, out!
I also suggest you display a slight kink in your neck,
since you were driving with your head against the window.
I said out!
- Why didn't you warn me? - You told me to keep quiet.
- Who's he talkin' to? - Nobody. This boy's a hard-core alky.
Did you hear me? I said, get out if you don't wanna spend the night in jail!
That's better. Now come out. Get the balloon, Deke.
Sorry, Officer. Could you speak in sign language, or a little slower?
- I haven't gotten lip-reading down yet. - You mean you can't hear?
Could you talk a little louder, into this ear?
You mean you're deaf?!
Oh, that explains everything!
I told you he couldn't drive that smooth if he was drunk.
What?!
He said if...! Never mind!
Just be on your way! We're sorry we bothered ya!
But keep your eye on the rear-view mirror! We've been flashin' ya for miles!
Yes, sir! I'll do that!
Why do I get the feeling this won't be the last time I run into trouble in this town?
ComTron. That looks like a good place to start.
Social gathering places where alcoholic beverages are consumed in quantity
can create an environment in which indiscretion becomes commonplace.
- Remember this is business not pleasure. - You're about as much fun as a divorce.
- Which is not a bad idea. - I want custody of me.
I should have gotten rid of you before I turned you on. Now I can't shut you up!
- Hi, ladies. - Some guys sure start early.
He's not our problem.
Those guys are.
Let's stick to business.
(# "Third Rate Romance" by Sammy Kershaw)
- Do you see what I see? - Mm-hm. (speaks Spanish)
(driver) Yeah, and it's mine.
- Say what? - It's mine.
I have died and gone to automobile heaven.
- Cover me. - Here?
- Are you out of your mind? - For this machine, I am.
Jackson, there's a right way and wrong way to do things. Doing this now is wrong.
- You may be right. - Hey, I know I'm right.
This is the most popular - and the most populated - place in town.
- There will come another time. - That's a fact.
And we will be ready.
Your tab is starting to get up there. I'll need a credit card.
Yeah, sure.
Do you happen to know those people in the corner booth over there?
Let me do you a favour. Unless you like waking up sucking dirt,
don't get interested in anyone at that table.
It wasn't anyone there I wanted - it was somebody else.
I noticed they all came across the street from ComTron.
Yeah?
I'm trying to find an old friend who works there. She might be able to help me.
I used to work there. Who's your friend?
Her name's Tanya. Tanya Walker.
Hey! What's the matter with you?
- That's what I think of Tanya's friends. - What happened?
- Nothing, it was just an accident. - It was no accident.
- Maggie, this is your last chance... - That's not necessary.
Why don't go hang out with the ComTron bums? I can fight my own battles.
I'd better get outta here before something else comes down.
I heard you mention Tanya Walker. Are you a friend?
- You're not gonna throw anything at me? - Why should I? She's a friend of mine too.
- How can I get hold of her? - She's already seeing someone.
I'm not interested in her body, but her money.
Come again?
I've got something to sell that's rather valuable.
Like what?
That's between her and me.
Who shall I tell her enquired?
Tell her an old friend.
- Security, Gray speaking. - This is Tanya.
Someone's been asking about me.
I'll give you the car and the licence. A new black Trans Am with the licence KNIGHT.
If it's another cop, we'll handle it as before.
Exactly what I had in mind.
- Who were you calling, love? - Just our people in security.
As president of this company, you're an irreplaceable asset.
I don't want anything to happen to you tomorrow.
I worry about you when you go out in public.
Nothing will happen to me.
In this day and age there are a lot of people out there
who would love to get their hands on a rich man like you.
Just be grateful you have somebody like me to take care of you.
- Maggie! - Get lost!
- I warn you, this bag is full of Mace. - I'm in my car so I wouldn't scare you.
Well, ain't you the David Niven?
I'm sorry, but you misunderstood. I'm not Tanya's friend. I just need to find her.
Who cares? Not me.
She and her parasites have taken away everything that meant anything to me:
my husband, my job, my house.
I can't even afford decent clothes for my kid.
Now please leave me alone. I'll put a dent in the middle of that machine - I mean it!
I'll pay to get that fixed for ya.
I don't believe it.
How can I go through life with luck this bad?
I hit your car and my bumper falls off.
Let me help you change your luck.
Why don't you just leave me alone?
I just lost the last job I'm ever gonna get in this town.
What if Tanya and her crew could be run out of Millston?
Don't tell me. You're just about to offer me a silver bullet.
Just a chance to get even.
For what?
What do you know about what's going on?
- I was hoping you could tell me. - Why?
- You think you can make a difference? - Yes. Will you help me?
It's a regular boom town.
There's more money here now than there was during the gold rush.
All because of tiny microchips.
Yeah, every calculator, every electronic kids game, they were all born here.
How do you fit into Silicon Valley?
My husband came here to take a job as head of security for ComTron.
- Didn't work out? - Oh, yes. It worked out just fine.
Until the president decided to hire a new executive assistant.
- Tanya Walker. - Yep.
Before she rode that flashy tail of hers to the top,
ComTron was a relatively happy family.
Then she came along and she started making wholesale changes.
- You mean your husband was fired? - Not exactly.
He couldn't accept what was going on and he started poking into things.
And one night he didn't come home.
- Disappeared? - They found him dead in a gully.
They said he'd been drinking. He didn't drink, not even beer.
- Maggie, how could they make that stick? - Witnesses.
Six truck drivers who hang out where I work, all animals who work for ComTron.
You wouldn't have taken that job to find some answers, would you?
I took that job to feed my little boy.
This is where I live.
I suppose you'd better come on up.
Seņorita, I was so worried.
Luce, I'm sorry. I ran into something.
I hope it was nothing serious.
Oh, my goodness. I hope it is something serious.
Luce, please! You're embarrassing me.
- This is Mr Knight. - Tanto gusto.
- Luce takes care of my son. - He's sleeping.
Well, I'll be leaving you two. Have a good time, especially you.
She's a wonderful girl. A saint. Remember that.
Good luck. He's a winner!
I'm sorry. I don't know what to say.
- She doesn't usually behave like that. - No apologies. I'm flattered.
Well, it's important to me that you believe me.
I haven't had a man in here since my husband was killed.
Mom?
Buddy!
What are you doing out of bed?
- This is Buddy. - I figured.
- Hi, Buddy. - Hi. Are you gonna marry my mom?
(Maggie) I don't believe he just said that!
Now, will you go back to bed? Right now. Just a minute.
To talk to Tanya alone, where would I go?
- Just a second. - (Buddy) Who's Tanya? Competition?
(Maggie) Shh! Go to sleep.
I'd forget trying to get to her off-duty. She's staying at Benjamin's estate.
- William Benjamin? - Mm.
He owns ComTron and she rarely leaves his side these days.
Now, you go to sleep!
Wait a minute. Tomorrow she and Benjamin do have to go out.
ComTron's sponsoring a charity show out at the track.
Track?
It's a demolition derby for charity. Buddy wanted to go.
In Silicon Valley they have so much money they don't use junkers.
Every plant is putting up a brand-new car.
- People are just eating it up. - Can anybody enter?
Oh, come on. Who can afford to get his brand-new car totalled out?
Tell your son I'll pick you up at 10am tomorrow.
Why? You mean we get to watch it?
You two get to watch. I'll be in it.
Yeah!
What do you think?
Piece of cake.
- Where on earth are you? - You act as if you didn't know.
- I'm not clairvoyant. - You got a spy, though.
KITT? Don't be ridiculous.
He answers only to you, unless you're incapacitated and release him.
- It. - Huh?
It is an "it", not a "he". Don't ever forget that.
- I don't see what difference that makes. - That's because I'm out here on my own.
I'm a "he". I could get my face shot off, not it.
- What's happened? - Nothing, but I've made contact.
- Marvellous. - I hope so.
- We'll know in a couple hours. - What happens then?
- Demolition derby. - Splendid... What's a demolition derby?
It's where people enter their cars in a competition.
It bent my pick! Come on, quick. Pick.
Sensational! We can't lose. We have the best car on earth.
- What happens next? - The cars get demolished.
That's not very funny.
- What really happens? - That's what really happens.
Here, you idiot!
Don't be usin' your foot, man. Use something that ain't gonna get hurt.
Hey, hey! Hey, Jackson!
Jackson! Talk to me, man!
Devon, if the car is everything we think it is, we can't get hurt.
Much of what we've designed has yet to be proven in the field.
I'd say by the end of the day everything will be tested.
- For better or for worse. - Michael...
- Michael! - (hangs up)
Demolition derby, indeed!
I'm gettin' mad, man. You understand? Mad!
- Yeah, well, I can understand that. - That car will be mine!
Mine, you hear?
(PA) Hi, everybody. It's a beautiful day at the Millston speedway
for the first of what we hope will be an annual event:
the ComTron International Demolition Derby.
We've got a field of beautiful vehicles right off the showroom floor.
You'll see them turned into a body-shop bonanza before the end of this day...
This is better than an auto show!
Take 'em all in now, Buddy. There won't be a lot left of 'em after the race.
Why all these trucks from ComTron?
They're sponsoring the race and providing the drivers.
- You're not really entering your car? - It's for charity, isn't it?
It's also for people who can afford it.
- I can't figure out why you're doing this. - I have my reasons.
You're a strange man, Michael.
- You're nice, but you're strange. - Thanks... I think.
- Let's get you two seats in owners' row. - The owners' row? That'll frost 'em!
(PA) Only about 20 minutes left before we drop the green flag.
We'd appreciate it if you'd start making your way to your seats.
I understand this is where I check in, Tanya.
- I beg your pardon? - I'm Michael Knight.
You're the one that called? Then you were serious about entering your car?
Dead serious.
Your car will serve as the entry fee, but I wouldn't expect much of it back.
But the winning car does receive a nice trophy, and the driver gets 5,000 in cash.
That's real nice. I'll give the prize money to the charity.
By the way, did anyone mention that I was in town, looking for you?
As a matter of fact, they did, but I didn't understand the message.
- And I don't deal with salesmen. - You don't know what I'm selling.
- It wouldn't matter. - You wanna bet?
After the race, you'll be lookin' for me, I guarantee.
Come on, Tanya, the crowds are waiting.
Mr Benjamin, I do admire your charity work and I'm very happy to do my part.
- Doing your part? - Yes, sir.
I'm the only independent driver in this race, but it's still an honour.
We don't allow jalopies in this race, Mr...
Knight. And my car is no jalopy, as you can see.
Well, you're a very generous man. Make sure the crowd appreciates his gesture.
Thank you, Mr Benjamin. I'll need two tickets in the owners' row.
Lonnie, would you give him some owners' passes, please?
Goodbye, Mr Knight.
Why are you so hostile?
Come on, you're acting like there's a kidnapper behind every tree.
(PA) We've about 14 to go...
- Take your place for the Valley's finest. - Oh, you're a doll!
But I can't find Buddy. I don't know where he is.
Don't worry, he'll turn up. Lot of cars to see.
Michael...
- Good luck, OK? - Piece of cake.
They're on the starting grid, revving up, getting ready to go.
The starter's in position. We have a new entry -
Michael Knight, an independent driver in a Trans Am.
And the race is on! It's a figure-8 track.
As the cars spread out, it becomes more difficult to get through the intersection
without colliding with another car.
So far, the cars have not attained full speed. They're feeling each other out.
It's gonna be a great race. We know you'll enjoy it...
- I've never seen anything like it. - Buddy!
- You should be with your mother! - This is much more fun!
(PA) That was close! Backed off at the last second.
- Why'd you chicken out? - Because you're about to be flipped out.
Get in that seat and strap yourself down!
(PA) Again, the young independent challenges a car half again as heavy.
Let's see if he backs down again.
A tremendous race!
Now it appears the team-mates have blocked the young independent.
OK, KITT. I need to knock out about four feet. I'll put you on auto pursuit.
(PA) Look at this! Michael Knight, driving the black Trans Am...
Well, I'll be doggone!
(PA) Whoa! A tremendous collision!
Yeah! You not only wiped him out, you wiped out the truck too.
The guys aren't meant to hit my trucks. Where'd you get these new drivers?
Thanks. I needed that.
You're welcome. It's good to be communicating again.
I can't believe this car even talks!
Oh, that was just the radio, Buddy.
No, it wasn't. I may just be a little kid, but I'm not stupid. The car talked to you.
Best not to mention this to a whole lot of people.
- Like any, if you know what I mean. - I think I know what you mean.
(PA)... and Carney Miller up front...
- Hey, Carney! - Yeah?
I figure this kid's trying to horn in on some money that rightly belongs to us.
- If you get my drift. - Loud and clear.
- Give him a little room to slide through. - It's school day, pretty boy! Come on!
- How'd he do that? - I don't know.
Nobody makes a fool out of me!
(PA)... in a vicelike manoeuvre, but Knight rocketed between 'em
and averted certain destruction.
He can't do that! It's against NASCAR regulations.
I don't think this is a regulation race, Buddy.
I wanna know what this button does.
Don't push things - I don't even know what they do.
(PA) In a race like this, you'd better have a good grip on that wheel
because anybody... Here's a slide-out right now!
Wow, all right!
(PA) A spin-off by Dolan. It appears that Dolan is stalled. He's a sitting duck.
All right, just sit tight. Don't touch anything.
(PA)... our lead car, driven by Michael Knight, the daring independent.
Does anyone have the equipment to catch the Trans Am?
Hey! I can't see!
Take your finger off that button.
(PA) Will Michael Knight get the black flag?
There are only six cars left... and now only five!
Knight has trouble getting around the Caddy, but he just maintains his lead...
(laughs) Come to Papa!
- (PA) Now only two are left! - You're up against number one.
- All right, Buddy. You ready? - Ready.
Here we go!
That car's incredible, Tanya!
(PA) A bump in the road caused the Trans Am to go airborne!
So the only one who's got to the finish line...
We won! We won! We won!
(PA) It's Michael Knight, as he takes the chequered flag...
- I wanna know all about that young man. - That makes two of us.
(PA) A demolition derby with a car coming out without a scratch is unheard-of.
And Michael Knight, the young independent, coming from nowhere...
Tanya, you saw what I'm selling.
If you wanna know more, meet me at the House of the Rising Sun, eight o'clock.
- What'd you find out? - He doesn't exist.
We checked credit card numbers, car licence, everything.
Until three months ago, there was no Michael Knight.
Phoney credentials don't surprise me. He said he's here to sell me something.
- Since when did we go public? - Since I saw that car perform.
It's one thing to sneak out of a development lab with secrets to sell,
but quite another to steal a prototype. I don't like it. It smells like a setup.
- Did you run his fingerprints? - I don't have any.
And that's a fallacy. Fingerprints are only on file if there's a criminal record.
Or he's worked for the government in a law-enforcement capacity.
I can think of one way to get 'em, but it might be a little messy.
Well, I'll leave that entirely in your hands.
Buddy! Come back here and say thank you. Right now, young man.
Thank you. I gotta tell everybody!
OK.
You don't look very happy. I thought it was a real nice day.
Who are you really?
I'm a friend.
- I'd like to be... - Michael.
I still hurt from the last man who made me feel...
I can't go through it again.
Maggie, it's OK. I understand.
Thank you.
- Tell me I'm dreamin'. - I see it, but I don't believe it.
She's gonna meet me at eight o'clock.
I don't think it's likely she'll meet you alone.
But I doubt she'll get tough until she's sure I'm here alone.
You may have a point there. Only a fool would go by himself.
The old man and I would disagree with you.
There's two ways to fight a war - with an army or by yourself.
But you can have an army. That's always been my point.
But not the biggest army. That's my point. If you can't outnumber 'em,
- you're better off alone. - (engine starts)
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Come back here! You're gonna get yourselves killed!
Michael? Michael!
- Whoo-ee! - Hey, wow!
This thing must make coffee too.
I do nothing of the kind. Now pull over immediately.
- Say what? - I didn't say nothin'.
You did, man. You said "pull over".
- I didn't say "pull over". - Don't jive me, Brown.
If you didn't say "pull over", somebody else did.
That's right. I did.
- Who are you, dude? - That's irrelevant.
You are not the owners of this vehicle,
so either you get out, or I will take the appropriate measures.
Hey, hey! All right!
I've heard of some far-out burglar alarms, but this is heavy!
All right, mama. Do your baddest.
Good heavens. I thought Michael was difficult!
I have attempted to dissuade you from this wayward behaviour.
- Rave on, machine, rave on! - Is he some kind of tape recorder?
Who cares, man? It's mine and I will do with it as I please. Watch this.
Yeah! Whoo! All right!
(speaks Spanish)
Very juvenile. Now watch this.
Man, what's happening?
Look out!
- Where you goin'? What are you doin'? - I ain't doin' nothin'.
Don't go this way. You're taking us uptown.
I said I ain't doin' nothin'.
- Hey, man, don't do that! - I ain't doin' nothin'.
I can't stop it!
- Come on, stop this. Step on the brake. - I'm steppin' on it, man.
- Push somethin'. - You push somethin'.
Where's this car taking us? Look out!
What's this car doin'?
(KITT) Such irresponsible behaviour,
to leave me with my keys in the ignition and my doors open...
I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
KITT?
I said I was sorry.
- What do you want from me? - A little consideration for a start.
I have a lot on my mind, and we have a lot of work to do.
If it weren't for me, you'd be walking.
If it weren't for you, I'd be missing the rendezvous, the point of my mission.
I am very, very grateful to you.
Our mission.
Our mission. Forgiven?
I suppose so. After all, we're only human, right?
- Don't press your luck. - It was just a thought.
(# "Harden My Heart" by Quarterflash)
Hi, fellas. Nice race, huh?
Well, let's go outside and... talk about it.
Well, I'm sorry, but I'm here to meet a young lady.
Miss Walker sent us to pick you up.
Tanya did that? You guys work for her too?
Well, she suggested that we show you outsiders
what we do to people that take our own prize money.
Didn't Tanya tell you? I'm donating my prize money to the charity.
Each one of us got a little donation for you too.
- Hold this. - No, no, I'm first.
Guys, I hate to mention this, but I'm heavily trained in martial arts.
Martial arts!
(crunching and furniture splitting)
I want that car examined from top to bottom, inside and out.
- What will that tell us? - Who Knight is working for.
The car tells us that?
Even specially-designed cars require stock parts, and they have serial numbers.
Benjamin's engineers will give us an idea where the work was done and by whom.
- You're where? - I'm in jail.
- It's a trumped-up charge. - It always is.
I'm dead serious. The people we're after are practically running the town.
- Where is the Knight 2000? - I'm not sure.
What do you mean? How can you call me long-distance to say you've misplaced it?
I didn't misplace it. They impounded it.
But ComTron asked the sheriff to let them check out the car.
Congratulations(!) You're living up to my expectations.
It's no time for insults. What are we gonna do?
"We"? Wonderful. Two days ago you drove over my foot to be on your own.
All right, I'm sorry. I was a little hasty.
Time's up, boy. Let's get back to your cell.
Devon, I'm counting on you.
You come through now, we got them where we want 'em.
It'll take me a while. We may have to resort to other means, temporarily.
What do you mean by that?
Devon? Devon!
Did you guys cut me off?
I demand another phone call.
- (man) We've gone through three drills. - Perhaps I can explain.
What's this?
The sheriff fingerprinted Knight. These are the results.
- What's this? "No identification possible." - Keep reading.
- Altered? - Expertly done.
But still not the man's own prints.
Hey, cowboy.
Hey, I'm talking to you.
I wanna know what that machine of yours is made of.
Sit and spin.
It's unravelling.
Somebody from a high level is breathing down our necks. It's time to get out.
But we're just days from penetrating all ComTron's secrets.
We go for the main one. I have the code to the bubble memory chip from Benjamin.
It's worth more than all the others.
We get it out of the computer, and we'll fly out tonight.
Tanya, you're panicking over nothing. If he had proof of anything
he wouldn't waste his time in demolition derbies or let himself get locked up.
- He'd tell the sheriff why he was here. - Trust me.
I had a feeling when I looked in his eyes. He's no ordinary cop.
He's far more dangerous.
Now he has to be eliminated.
Now, you go get Michael Knight out of jail
and I'll get the microchip design out of the computer.
You're makin' things worse. First time in the can?
No, I used to nose around for Army Intelligence back in Nam.
Got caught once, by the Cong.
Yeah? What happened?
I had to punish 'em.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, well, look. I hope you don't take what we did to you tonight personally.
No. You look like you already paid your price.
You got any friends on the outside at all?
You made one call but I don't think your buddy showed.
- Yeah, I got one friend. - Hey, that's good.
But we're not on the best of terms now.
Oh. That's bad.
Those other drivers. The ones that tried to beat me up. They local boys?
Nah. We all got hired by Wilson, the new security chief.
I heard about it in stir when I was gettin' parole.
Pay's good. You don't have to break many laws.
Ever wonder why a nice polite electronics company needs strong-arm boys?
I don't ask those kind of questions.
Deputy, I have a court order for Mr Knight's release.
OK.
I guess he's yours.
(engine roars)
What's going on back there?
- I don't believe this. - Must be a drunk. See if he's hurt.
I won't even ask you how you did this, KITT, but thanks.
- You're welcome. - Who you talkin' to?
What in the...?
Those bullets are just bouncin' off that windshield.
Knight's escaped. Let's go.
Well, it's no use tryin' to catch that machine.
Then how are we gonna stop it?
He must be headin' outta town. There's nothin' else out this way.
Oh, yes, there is.
How do I get up there? It's times like this I wish I'd listened more closely to Devon.
- Is it all right to respond? - Yes, it's all right.
Look, KITT, I gotta get up to a roof, about a hundred feet.
Very well. Set the pressure adjustment for 600lbs and you should land quite gently.
That's it? I just set the pressure and hit the button?
It would help if you also opened the auto roof.
Smart-aleck car.
OK.
You guys aren't gonna believe this, but it's back.
- What do you mean? Back where? - Right out here on the south parking lot.
Third floor.
- Where's Knight? - I don't know. He busted out.
- You think he's here? - He can't get in unseen.
How much do you wanna stake on that? I'll secure the microchip design.
Tell the guards to shoot to kill.
(door closing)
(phone rings)
Yes?
No, everything's OK. I've got the microfilm of the new memory chip.
I'll be leaving for the airfield soon. Alert the pilot.
Tell him I'm flying out on Benjamin's orders.
Pick up Knight and meet me at the field.
Very kind of you to organise the evidence for me.
Look, don't do this. Whoever you work for, it can't be worth what I can do for you.
Would you prefer this?
It's not a starry night in Nevada, but it'll hurt just as much.
Michael Long.
Look, please don't do this. If I hadn't done it, Wilson would have.
He would have shot you. He gives the orders. We could share millions.
How can we share the millions, Tanya, if you're not the boss? Come on.
You're the boss. No one else.
All right, I'm the boss. But we need somebody like you.
I promise you a very rewarding... partnership.
- Not this time. - (door opens)
- All right. Hold it right there. - Shoot him.
I want every guard to check in.
(guard) I'll take Personnel. You take Accounting.
(on radio) Nothing in Personnel. What about you, Baker?
Baker? Baker?
Nothing here.
That wasn't Baker.
- Halt! - Don't shoot, don't shoot! It's Baker.
What's goin' on?
Wilson, he wants you up in the administration building.
(on radio) All guards - Baker's uniform has been stolen.
The suspect is now wearing a guard's uniform.
Well...
Hold it, Knight. I got him. Dead in my sights, right out here next to his car.
Don't let him move so much as an inch and you've got yourself 10,000 in cash.
- Yes, sir. - Let's go.
Almost made it. But I was just a little too smart for you, fella.
Sorry. Don't look behind ya.
Oh, no.
There's no one behind me for 200 yards.
- What about the car? - There's no one in there either. I looked.
No, no, don't kill me. Don't kill me.
I got a dog at home. I got a sick mother.
All right, toss your weapon down and get against the wall.
That Trans Am's loose and headin' right for us.
Get down!
KITT? KITT, are you there?
Where would I go?
I know we've had misunderstandings, but I'm not sure I'll be around after this.
If it's any assurance, your vital signs are still quite good,
but you do need immediate medical attention.
Can't stop, pal. They're gonna be coming at us from all directions now.
- What can I do? - Any way you can contact Devon?
You could use the microwave mobile line. He's en route to Millston.
Good. Do it fast.
What in the name of heaven is going on?
Devon, they were gonna kill me. They would have if not for KITT.
Michael, what's wrong? KITT, what's the matter with Michael?
Mr Knight's been injured. His vital signs are deteriorating rapidly.
He's losing blood. I feel I should take over.
You're not takin' over anything, you hear?
Michael, forget everything. Save yourself. We can regroup to fight another day.
- Don't worry. I'll take us out winners. - What have you learnt?
Tanya and her buddies are about to rip off ComTron.
- Can you prove that? - They're tryin' to get away
with millions of dollars' worth of ComTron's secrets.
I'll contact the local police.
They've been bought. Contact the FBI and the state police. Have them standing by.
- Where? - They're goin' to the airport.
- I'm goin' after 'em. - KITT, can he make it?
Do you want the truth? In front of him?
If I'm goin' out I'm takin' them with me.
This is Chief of Security Wilson. Patch me into ComTron truck dispatch.
I want everything we've got on the road to stand by for instructions.
(sniggers)
- (Michael) Great. - What is?
I just figured out how they intend to stop me.
- OK, KITT. - With all due respect,
you aren't possibly considering...
Oh, my word. You are.
That's right, baby. Come to Papa.
Hey.
Hey, that guy's nuts.
If you're going through with this, may I suggest you activate the turbo boost?
- The what? - Never mind. Allow me to demonstrate.
(coughs)
I'm gonna kill him.
I gotta admit, this car's somethin' else. KITT?
KITT, you there? Come on, buddy. We both can't pass out.
We aren't speaking.
At least I know you're all right.
- Then you really do care. - Yeah, I care.
- But don't tell anybody, OK? - OK.
Dolan? Come in, Dolan.
Did you get him?
- I blocked the road and cut him off. - Good work.
- But he went right through my trailer. - Have you been drinking?
Not yet, but I plan on it.
I'm tellin' ya, there ain't no way you're gonna stop that thing.
(Wilson) Attention, all drivers.
Anybody wanting a $15,000 bonus is to smash that Trans Am head-on.
Do you read me? Head-on.
He's currently heading north on Highway 17.
This is truck 41 on 17.
You're nuts. What good is $15,000 if you're dead?
Well, jump clear, you idiot. But make sure you level that Trans Am.
Forget it.
Make it $25,000 to the first man that smashes and levels that Trans Am.
- Do you read me? $25,000. - All right, I'll give it a shot.
- Devon, did you hear that? - I'm afraid so.
(Michael) You know what KITT can do. Can he do it?
I can't recall having put him to that precise test.
Oh, great.
I suggest we'd better reach the airport before we reach the truck.
You know something, KITT? I think you're right.
- Where are you, 41? - Just comin' up to the airport turn-off.
Oh, yeah, I see you. You've got him. He's just over the next rise.
Here. Just in case he gets by.
We should be seeing them any minute.
No one survives a head-on collision with a semi. No one.
Mr Knight, this is foolhardy. I really must assume control.
Negative. I'm drivin' this machine.
Michael is in no condition to be making decisions.
As long as he is conscious and in the driver's seat we have no choice.
An absurd set of circumstances.
Too bad, KITT. The guy who designed you believed in the strength of the individual.
We may have to put that to the test.
- He isn't stopping. - The man's nuts.
I hope so.
- Any last thoughts, KITT? - I wish you hadn't put it that way.
- He's heading right for him. - They'll need a microscope to find him.
Or a blotter.
- I got him in sight. - Remember, 25 big ones if you nail him.
- That car just jumped over the truck. - Don't be ridiculous.
- That's about as close as you can get. - Tell me about it.
Take her down. It's up to us.
He hit us.
- No, you did. - Make another pass.
You wanna make another pass, jump out. We'll be lucky to make the airport.
- Did you get him? - Does it look like it?
- Let's get rolling. - Not till I finish Knight.
Forget it. Let's go.
Better let me take over. Your reflexes can't handle it.
It's two out in the bottom of the ninth, KITT. I'll finish the game.
We've gotta find another way out.
I'll get you a way out of here that nothing can stop.
Tanya! Come back here!
- You lose, Michael. - No, Tanya!
- Don't! - The windows are...
It's over, KITT. It's all yours.
I'm getting you to a hospital as soon as possible.
- (Maggie) Are you all right? - Yeah.
I'm a little stiff, a little sore, but the doc says I'm mobile.
That's good. I don't know what I'm gonna do with Buddy now that you're leavin'.
Oh, I'd keep him. He's a real good kid.
You know what I mean.
He needs a man. I can see that now.
I guess I thought I could just go on not caring.
- And not looking. - Stupid, huh?
Here I had a prime candidate right under my nose and I... I chased him away.
Well, don't consider it a permanent condition.
You mean that?
You mean you might come back and visit us some time?
Tell Buddy it's a promise.
You know, he was hoping you'd take him for one last ride in your car.
Yeah, well, that might be one small problem.
- Only you could have dented this car. - Hey, I'm sorry. Nothing's perfect.
- When do I get it back? - Who said anything about getting it back?
It's my car. I have the registration.
Don't remind me.
I'd like to be getting on with my work soon.
Very well. Step aboard. We'll discuss it.
Now, then. About my car.
Well, simply stated, Wilton Knight was my friend as well as my employer.
My legacy is to see that his final dream is faithfully pursued, like it or not.
Your options are open. You don't have to...
Devon, the old man wanted me. It was his dying request.
Yes, to rid the world of Tanya and her friends.
But the rest of his dream would bore you.
The majority of our activity here involves legal research, class-action suits...
- Strictly bureaucratic stuff. - What else?
- "What else?" - The part he wanted me for.
He believed that in certain circumstances direct action might be the only solution.
That's what the Knight 2000 was designed for.
The pilot programme consists of one man and one car. Absurd, really.
I mean, who would want to take on such a thing?
I was supposed to be that man, wasn't I?
He seemed to feel that you were singularly well qualified to go it alone.
But who could expect it of you? You barely came through this with your life.
Not to mention the damage to the Knight 2000.
I spent years fighting criminals who always had the upper hand, and now this.
It's a loner's dream. It's been handed to me on a silver platter.
The world's most fantastic car,
all the money and all the resources of the Knight Foundation, and most of all,
the best chance I'll ever get to prove that one man really can make a difference.
I was afraid that would be your attitude.
Well...
- Shall we drink to the start of, um... - Of what?
One man's dream.
And to our future.
No matter who it may take us up against, or where.
(Wilton) One man can make a difference, Michael.
Michael Knight - a lone crusader in a dangerous world.
The world of the Knight Rider.