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.

Michael, do you know why Mr. Miles has sent for us?

No, I don't know, but since we don't have an extensive social relationship,

It's probably to brief me on another mission.

Brief you?

Oh, sorry. I meant us. Thank you.

You know, for a collection of microprocessors, you're awfully touchy.

Wrong. It's just that my circuits function better when we operate in a reality mode.

- KITT. - Yes, Michael?

Just keep driving.

Good. This sucker will make my quota.

You sure you're doing only 55?

Of course I am. Look at the readout yourself.

Yeah, well, then why is that cop chasing us?

I wouldn't know. After all, I'm a computer, not a psychic.

However, I would strongly suspect the officer behind us...

may be trying to meet his daily ticket quota in a somewhat irregular manner.

Well, one thing's for sure. Bum rap or not, I'm not taking any citation for your driving.

I see. Well, listening to you explain that to the police officer should be quite fascinating.

It's only five miles to the county line. Let's hit the turbo.

Very good thinking, Michael.

Whence croquet sprang to benefit the Earth,

What happy garden gave this pastime birth?

Devon, don't let anyone tell you differently:

You are a little strange.

This is a game of gentlemen, of serenity,

Of Charles II and Samuel Pepys.

Know them?

Only by reputation, and from what I understand,

They spent most of their spare time in bed.

Oh, trust you to take the poetry out of poetry.

Now, to business. Yes.

Twelve years ago, a fellow named Sammy Phillips bought a racetrack.

Yeah. It's called "Slammin' Sammy's Super Stunt Show Spectacular."

- Uh, don't ask me to say that again. - I wouldn't dream of it.

Devon, I've seen the guy perform. He is incredible.

Unfortunately, Sammy's show may be closing shortly.

Why? For some months now, the Foundation's computers...

have been tracing the movements of a fellow named Lawrence Blake.

One of Blake's favorite tricks is to pick up second mortgages on marginal businesses.

What's wrong with that? Nothing on the face of it.

The interesting thing is that once the mortgage has been acquired,

The business in question suffers an unexpected misfortune and folds.

- And Blake picks up the property for a song. - Exactly.

And something tells me Blake just picked up Sammy's second mortgage, right?

Oh. Very perceptive today, Michael.

And you figure that maybe I can stop him...

before he does something nasty to Sammy or his stunt show.

Exactly. Or better still, catch him in the act.

Blake is long overdue to be put away for a bit.

- It'll be a pleasure. - Oh, any thoughts?

No, but I'll think of something.

Michael, don't forget to clear it first.

Now, don't go getting any anxiety attacks here, Devon.

- Trust me, will ya? - Do I have a choice?

Do I ever have a choice?

Hello. Oh, yes. I certainly will.

Bonnie's ready for you. Ohhh. I only wish that meant what it sounded like.

Always was a kid's game to me.

Hey, Dad. Listen. I just worked out a really great stunt.

I'm on my motorcycle, see, and I do a headstand...

Mark, I have enough problems here without you splattering yourself all over the track.

But I've been practicing, Dad. I... I can do things on my bike as good as anybody.

I said, "No."

You're never gonna give me a chance, are you?

I didn't say that. When you're ready. But I am ready, Dad.

I got my routine down pat.

Mark, your technique is fine. You're just too eager, that's all.

And in this line of work, enthusiasm can get you killed.

A little more maturity is all you need.

Now, just be patient, okay?

Now, go on. Gas up my car before the show.

Oh, big deal! Hi, Mark.

Let me guess. He wants to perform on his motorcycle.

Kids. He is getting real good, Dad.

Look. Like I told him, not now, okay?

- Well, what's with you? - Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.

We're just barely breaking even here.

I got 500 condemned seats out there...

that I can't use until the stands are fixed.

I got no money to pay for it. So the last thing I feel like talking about is Mark,

Who wants to be a star even if he kills himself doing it!

Ugghhh.

I'm sorry, Lisa. I guess I'm just a crotchety old man who should be put out to pasture.

Tsk. Knowing you, you'd probably try to work up a stunt show with the cows.

Nah. They're too slow.

Lisa. You promised we'd rehearse the new routine today.

Not now, Mario.

Afraid to be alone with me, huh?

Mario, you've really gotta stop watching soap operas.

Go find one of your groupies. I'll catch you later.

Yes, Bonnie. That should be a perfect calibration.

Then that's it, KITT.

You should be functioning flawlessly...

at least until that nut starts abusing you.

Thanks a lot.

Speak of the devil. I've made a few additions to KITT.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

KITT is now equipped to oxygenate the interior upon command.

Oh, that should be great for the morning after.

Funny.

I've also increased the booster power by about 25%,

So keep that in mind when you switch to alternate power.

I will. I will.

You know something, Bonnie? What?

L-I'd like...

I'm really glad you told me about those new additions to KITT.

Well, you might need them if you get caught between a rock and a hard place.

Yeah. I know what that's like.

What?

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing there. It's nothing. I'll see you later. Nothing.

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Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time for the grand finale...

of Slammin'Sammy's Super Stunt Show Spectacular.

The most death-Defying, logic-Defying, gravity-Defying group of daredevil drivers...

this side of the Mississippi.

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One, two, three.

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Two, three, four, five, six.

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Now, I know you folks have seen this sorta stuff before,

And maybe even a bit more spectacular,

But Slammin' Sammy is now about to show you something you've never seen before...

and probably will never see again.

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Sammy's going to repeat the very same stunt you just saw,

Only this time he will try to do it driving blind.

To ensure your complete con f idence in this performance,

We've asked the Reverend HenryJackson to inspect the hood...

And secure it on Sammy's helmet.

Actually, ladies and gentlemen,

The reverend is here to serve a dual role.

If anything should go wrong during this stunt,

Well, it's always handy to have a reverend available.

Just a little joke, folks.

- -

- One, two, three, four... -

Come on, come on. Get up! Get up!

Go!

Dad. My leg. Leg.

My leg. Leg.

Whoa! That's terrific. Thanks.

How's your father doing? Oh, he'll be okay... just won't be driving for a while.

Who are you, anyway? Just a guy looking for a job.

Boy, is your timing incredible, Mr... Knight. Michael Knight.

Lisa Phillips. Got no jobs, Mr. Knight.

I don't know. Seems to me you're short a driver for a while.

Think you can replace my dad? That's a laugh.

You haven't seen me drive yet.

Look, we can't spare a car for you to wreck up, Mr. Knight.

That's okay. I use my own.

Unless you're afraid I'll wreck your track here.

Okay. Go ahead and show me what you think you can do.

- You got it. Thanks. - Hmm.

So who is that? Some nut wants to be a stunt driver.

Instead of letting me fill in?

What'd you tell him?

Said we'd look. Why?

Why not?

How did it go, Michael? Jury's still out, KITT.

We're about to audition.

Meaning? Meaning we gotta prove we can perform stunts.

You must be joking. I can easily outperform those primitive stock machines...

the refer to as "stunt cars."

My data indicates that if you wish,

We could perform a 360-, 540-, Or even a 720-Degree turn.

- So? - There's also a multitude of more advanced evolutions we could perform.

KITT, you're forgetting one very important element.

We're not supposed to be that good.

Oh. Now ya got it.

How'd I do? Not bad for an amateur.

Well, when my life's on the line, I learn real fast.

- You think you can teach me? - Yeah. Maybe you'll get us both killed.

- Maybe I won't. - Maybe we'll give it a shot.

- That a firm maybe? - Maybe.

You know, there sure are a lot of maybes in this business, aren't there?

- Listen. You hang in here for a minute and I'll check it out with my dad, okay? - Okay.

- Hey. You weren't too bad out there. - Thanks.

Michael Knight. Mark Phillips.

Uh, Phillips? Oh. Yeah. Lisa's my sister. Sammy's my dad.

You know, if you join up with us, could be real tough, you learning them routines.

That's okay. I got a real smart car.

Well... Well, I guess.

- You wanna see my act? - Sure, man. Shake it down.

All right.

Whoo!

Ahhh.

Hey. That was terrific. Hey. Thanks.

When's Sammy gonna put you in the show? I don't know.

Better be soon. Don't worry, man. It'll come.

Yeah, well, it's taking long enough.