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.

Look at it, Bryson. Smell it.

Yeah. They must've just waxed the floors.

I'm not talking about floors, Bryson. I'm talking about American jurisprudence.

The District Court of Appeals.

The conscience of the criminal justice system.

Save it for the judge. I'm just warming up.

In this game, you've got to come out of the blocks fast.

Do you mind if we make a little pit stop?

You know, there's always something with you.

Bryson, will you lighten up? You'll live longer.

All right.

Come on.

You know the routine.

Age before beauty.

How long you been doing this? About six years.

Take off your robe.

No, it's not what you think, Your Honor. Come on, just take it off. Hurry.

That's it. Move it.

Escaped prisoner. Hit the alarm!

KITT, give me the point spread on this week's game, will you?

Michael, I really don't think gambling...

is a proper use of Foundation equipment.

You're absolutely right. Forget it. I shouldn't have asked.

I was way, way out of line.

Thank you, Michael. Just tell me who's gonna win.

Michael!

Devon is calling. Yo, Devon!

What's up, buddy? Nothing good, I'm afraid, Michael.

You remember that thief you caught with a shipment of stolen arms?

J. Gordon Baxter?

Alias, the Chameleon. How can I forget? But he's in prison.

Was, Michael.

He was scheduled to appear at the District Court of Appeals this morning.

He's just escaped.

Knowing the Chameleon as well as I do, he's long gone by now.

Not necessarily. They've cordoned off the building.

There's reason to believe he may still be in the vicinity.

All right, I got you. We're on our way.

You have my sympathies, Judge.

At least I can take this face off when I'm finished.

He's in there. The escaped prisoner's in my chambers! Hurry!

He's done it again!

Okay, buddy, out! I'm commandeering this van.

Did you see what that lady just did?

KITT, that was no lady.

Michael? We're going for it, partner.

That's the van over there, Michael.

It's only been a matter of seconds, Michael. He couldn't have gotten far.

That's the Chameleon, partner.

Couple of seconds is all it takes.

I mean, it's remarkable.

Lmagine being capable of producing a mask of this quality...

while locked up behind prison bars.

You don't get to be The Man of a Thousand Voices and a Thousand Faces...

without learning a few new tricks.

I had him, Devon. I had him!

Yes, it's an all-Too-Common story, I'm afraid, Michael.

The important thing is now...

with his reputation for stealing sophisticated weapons...

and selling them to the highest bidder...

he's got to be caught, and the sooner, the better.

Anything new on him in the computer? Nothing useful.

He's been in prison since you helped put him there back in August, 1982.

What about his daughter, Tonie?

Tonie? According to our information, she still lives here in town.

Terrific. It's a good place to start.

Michael, I know it goes without saying, but I'm going to say it anyway.

Be careful. I will.

Perhaps later, my place? Alone?

Believe me, Bertil, it's not the impossible dream.

My friends, yes.

How are you doing? Fine.

Excuse me, my good....

Gordon, is that you?

Yes, it is you, isn't it? Welcome home!

It's good to be back, Armand. I see, the place is about the same.

Only the bellybuttons have changed.

It's all right, Ryles. He's an old friend.

Two years is a long time, eh, my friend?

You have no idea, Armand.

That's why I plan to make up for every moment of it.

Of course. Of course.

How may I help you?

First, I need one big job. And the bigger, the better.

All right.

I've recently received inquiries about an item...

that might be right up your alley.

It's called Project Lone Eagle.

The Air Force is testing it now at Webly Field.

And how much is in it for me?

$1 million.

It's a start.

I'm glad you think so.

But you said, ''first.''

May I ask, what's second?

Yes.

I plan to kill someone by the name of Michael Knight.

Michael, if Tonie Baxter lives...

where that so-Called music is coming from...

I suspect she hasn't heard about her father's escape.

I don't know.

Guess that depends on how she feels about him.

KITT, run down the name of the top dog in illegal arms around here.

I'll get right on it, Michael.

And keep-- Your scanner peeled.

Right.

No, thank you.

Who said that? I did.

Please keep your advertisement off my person.

''Off your person?''

You're a car!

A figure of speech.

Wow. I've heard of alarm systems that do everything, but...

now they've got one that talks.

We all got a job to do.

Not on me!

Look, I got my professional pride to deal with here!

I got integrity!

When I promise to deliver 500 circulars...

I don't just dump them in the sewer like some other guys!

The things I'm forced to put up with.

Michael? Hi, Tonie.

Whoo!

You look terrific.

The place is kind of a mess. I've been rehearsing all morning.

It's my band's new song.

I didn't say your place, I said you.

Don't tell me. You just happened to be in the neighborhood and....

What's my father done now? Escaped.

What's that got to do with me? Tonie, he's your father.

So what?

It's a biological fact, not a relationship.

Whether you want to believe it or not, there is a difference.

One doesn't necessarily equal the other.

Tonie, I know how painful this is for you. Then why are you here?

Because someone had to come.

I thought you'd rather hear it from me than from some rookie cop taking notes.

I'm sorry, Michael. You were straight with me before.

It's just that every time I think he's out of my life once and for all...

someone knocks on my door, or I turn on the TV and there he is again.

Looks like you put a lot of room between you and your old life, huh?

What happened to college? I quit.

It's all part of burying the past.

You can see how successful it's been.

The answer's no.

What?

Your eyes have been asking ever since you walked in:

''Have you seen your father? Has he contacted you?''

All right.

You've always been straight with me.

Your answer's ''no.'' I got no more questions.

Just one request.

If you happen to see your father, I'd appreciate a call.

Okay?

Okay.

Don't give up on that new life. It can be done.

Did she give you anything, Michael?

Yeah.

The truth. She hasn't seen him. Yet.

What did you get on that arms dealer?

Armand Pressler, one of the most ruthless traffickers in illegal arms...

on the North American continent.

Sounds like my kind of guy.

KITT, this Armand Pressler...

didn't get to be number one arms dealer playing with kids.

He's got to think I'm a top mercenary.

Michael, top mercenaries...

always seem to have other mercenaries...

out to assassinate them.

Wouldn't you be happier with a more modest rating, say, fourth or fifth?

Forget it, pal!

Armand only deals with the best and if I'm not the best--

He won't lead you to the Chameleon.

That's the bottom line. So let's make me one mean machine.

As you wish, Michael.

Since soldiers of fortune invariably use aliases...

you can choose between John Doe, Jack Smith, or Joe Brown.

I'll take Jack Smith. Sounds like a winner.

Very well. Jack Smith it is.

Former Special Forces commando, active in the Congo...

Namibia, Dominican Republic.

Let's not overdo it here!