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.

Yes, it's been set for, uh, 10:00 on Monday.

Right. Okay. Uh-Huh. We'll see you then.

Mm-Hmm.

Hi. It's almost 5:30. Anything before I leave?

No, I can't think of anything. Oh, wait.

If you're going down, you could help a forgetful client retrieve his briefcase.

He's on his way over. A silver sedan, chauffeur, the works.

Sounds hard to miss. Anyone I know?

No, no. Just another wealthy bachelor with tax shelter problems.

You're right. It's no one I know.

I'll see you tomorrow. Good night. Good night.

- It's a setup! -

Hey, what are you doing? Let me go.

- Calm down, miss. You're not going anywhere. - Stop it. Let me go.

Federal agents, Department ofJustice.

Right this way.

Let's go.

We run like bandits

Michael? Yeah, KITT.

"C" is beyond your grasp,

And "D" is beyond your vision.

I didn't know you had perfect pitch.

- It's a cross I have to bear. - You do it so well.

Thank you. De nada.

The heart of the night

- Can I get you something? - Very funny.

Stevie.

The money in that briefcase is marked.

It's illegal money. It's dirty.

It comes from a man named Anthony Solan.

Now, that name may mean nothing to you,

But it's well known at the Department ofJustice,

The F.B.I. And various other circles.

What isn't as well known is the very special relationship...

that exists between Anthony Solan...

and a well-Known attorney by the name of Gilbert Cole.

I don't believe that. You don't have to.

We've had your boss under investigation for six months.

We know of the connection between him and Solan, but we haven't been able to prove it.

Now we can.

That briefcase proves conspiracy.

If that's true, why don't you arrest him?

He's a smart lawyer.

Would you let a guilty man go free just because he's smart?

Look, I'll spell it out for you.

Our conspiracy case rests on your testimony.

You've got to say that he gave you the briefcase with specific instructions.

What if I refuse?

If you refuse,

And there's insufficient evidence to prove that the briefcase is Gilbert's,

Then there's only one person left to hang it on,

And I'm looking at her.

Michael,

I love you.

I love you.

Don't ever leave me.

Michael,

I love you.

I love you.

Stephanie? Yes.

I'm Michael Knight. I arranged for your bail.

Do I know you? No.

Do you work for Mr. Cole? No, I work for the Foundation for Law and Government.

I'm sorry. I don't know of them.

Why would a foundation I've never heard of post bail for me?

Well, we're interested in your case. We help people we're interested in.

I'm not sure that answers my question.

Maybe I can fill you in on the way.

On the way where? To your apartment.

Unless you want to hang around here.

No. I didn't think so.

How did you know I live in an apartment?

Your address was on the arrest report.

And how did you get your hands on the arrest report?

Stephanie, the Foundation has a lot of friends.

It seems like everyone has friends in high places except me.

Sorry.

Just a little self-Pity slipping through.

You're entitled.

But Stephanie, you do have friends if you choose.

Thanks, really.

But my boss is going to help me.

In fact, he's probably arranging bail for me right now.

I appreciate your sense of loyalty and trust, I really do.

But Stephanie, so far the facts indicate your boss...

is much more than an innocent bystander.

Everyone seems to think that he's guilty of...

I don't know... some major tie-In with the underworld.

- I don't believe it. - I'm not saying you have to.

All I'm saying is that until we can develop some more information,

You'd be real wise not to lock yourself into a particular defense...

or a particular person.

Well, what do you think? I don't know what to think.

Tell you what... do it my way for 24 hours.

If you're not convinced by then, you're free to handle it any way you choose.

Why are you doing all of this?

I told you why. I know.

The Foundation and all that. But it just seems like there's something more.

Is there?

No.

But you just seem so familiar to me...

your voice, the way you move.

Hey, do we have a deal or what?

All right. All right.

I'll see you in a couple hours. Now, you keep this door locked.

And don't let anybody in.

Michael?

Yeah, KITT.

Are you all right? I took the liberty of scanning your vital signs.

Your blood pressure is 190 over 120,

And your pulse is 104. Good.

Not according to my information on the human body.

What I mean is, it's not as bad as I thought.

Gilbert Cole.

Hello?

Stephanie, is that you?

Who is Stephanie Mason?

Bonnie...

In my other life, when I had a different face,

When I didn't have this identity,

When I was Michael Long,

Stephanie and I were engaged to be married.

Michael, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Yeah. No one knows,

Except Devon.

Now you.

I've programmed KITT with everything I could get on Cole.

I hope it helps. Yeah, me too.

Thanks a lot. Michael,

Be careful.

Stephanie?

Hey!

Stephanie! Stephanie, it's me!

It's Michael! Oh, Michael.

Oh! Oh, I thought they'd come back.

I didn't know... Who? What happened?

Two men came while you were gone.

They tried to break in when I wouldn't open the door, so...

I ran out the back.

I...

It's okay, Stevie. It's okay.

Why did you call me that?

What?

"Stevie." Nobody calls me that anymore.

I guess I'm pretty thorough, huh?

I must've read it in the Foundation's files.

Come on. I gotta get you out of here,

Get you someplace safe.

Go put some clothes together, huh?

- They just left the apartment. - Find out where they go.

Right now that's all I want to know.

What are you looking for?

The microwave and the sunlamp.

Really. I've never seen anything like this before.

I'm still amazed if someone has a phone in their car.

All right. Might as well deal with this now.

KITT, say hello to Stephanie.

Stephanie, meet my car, KITT.

Say something, KITT.

Come on, say something. She's gonna think I'm crazy.

Hello, Stephanie. Michael isn't crazy, not in the clinical sense, at least.

Thank you very much.

He talks.

How can a car... talk?

Computers. Don't ask me how. I don't know. I don't wanna know.

How you doin'? Feel better?

Aside from trying to adjust to being in a car that talks?

Yes, better.

Thanks.

As a matter of fact, the farther away we get, the better I feel.

Where are we going? The Foundation has a retreat just north of here.

What's the matter?

I just realized I hadn't asked you that.

That scares me.

What scares you?

That I would trust a stranger so much.

I think the reason I did is this feeling I have,

This feeling I know you.

Michael, there's a car following us.

A blue sedan.

- You think it's the men that came to my apartment? - That's my guess.

KITT, give me the car's license number and visuals on both men inside.

Right away, Michael.

There are the visuals, Michael. And I have the number. Then let's go.

Hang on, Stephanie.

There's an obstruction ahead, Michael.

Michael? I see it, KITT.

Hang on, Stephanie.

Whoo!

How was that? That was fantastic.

Any reading on them, KITT? None.

- Not only does he talk, he has a sense of humor. - I wouldn't go that far.

- I beg your pardon. -

The guy's got a car twice the car we've got.