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.

Pull over.

Hey, rich car. This guy should be good for some big bucks.

[Indistinct Chatter Over Police Radio]

Your driver's license?

What seems to be the problem, Officer? I was going to ask you that.

You got a burr up your muffler?

- I beg your pardon? - You ran through a posted intersection without stopping.

- I don't wish to tell you your business, Officer... - Then don't.

But that sign is not legally posted; it's hidden.

You want to write up the vehicle, Rex?

Right, Sarge.

You broke that light. You'll pay for it.

Me? Never touched it.

A broken taillight, running a stop,

Failure to produce license.

You're running up quite a fine. Which I have no intention of paying.

That stop sign is nothing but a poorly concealed trap.

I think he's trying to tell us that we set him up.

Crudely put, but accurate.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll see if I can find a lawyer to deal with this matter.

That'll come later. Let's put him in the squad. You're not serious.

We're making real good time, buddy. We should be at the Foundation in about an hour.

I'm afraid there'll be a slight delay. I'm going to have to make a pit stop very shortly.

Pit stop? Quit kidding around. You're not that human.

I was using the term in its literal sense, Michael.

If you'll glance at my fuel gauges, you'll see that I'm virtually operating on fumes.

Boy, you're right. Bonnie really goofed up this time, didn't she?

It wasn't Bonnie's fault. It's just that her route plan...

didn't include the 200-Mile diversion...

involving you and that young lady you met back in...

Yeah. Never mind that. I'll find you some blood, Dracula.

A very inept analogy, if I may say so.

Blood has virtually no combustible capabilities at all.

Now remember, Michael, my synthesizers can operate on any kind of combustible fluids.

That's some kind of car, Mother.

Oughta be good for one new tire and a couple of hoses, at least.

Give me the ice pick, will ya?

I don't want to have to spend a day getting my tanks purged.

A very distasteful procedure.

Okay, okay.

Afternoon, mister. What'll it be?

Afternoon. Fill 'er up, please.

Uh, where's your cap, buddy?

That's okay. It's a little complicated. I'll take care of it.

Check under your hood? No, sir, don't bother.

Oh, no trouble.

I wouldn't do that to my tire, if I were you.

That's enough help, my friend.

Ow.

You okay? Uh, sure. Sure.

How much do I owe you there? Uh, nothin'.

Forget it. It's on the house.

Hey, thanks.

- Some people. - I know, buddy. I know.

He do any damage?

To me? You must be jesting.

Perhaps with some plastique, a jackhammer...

a diamond-Edged hacksaw, he may have had an outside chance...

of throwing out a circuit or two, but damage?

The least you can do is give me some decent bread and water.

His Highness is still complainin', huh? Nonstop.

You can listen to him for a while. I'm due over at Sinclair Headquarters.

I'm acting night watch commander for the whole county tonight.

What a delightful thought.

Almost makes me feel glad to be spending the night in jail.

It's all yours, Rex, old buddy.

Have a cool evening, hear?

lf I shy away, it's only because

Love's been a little bit hard on me

Love's been a little bit Well, love's been a little

Love's been a little bit hard on me

Love's been a little You know, it's just been a little

Love's been a little bit hard on me

I can't remember It's been so long

Love's been a little bit hard on me

I don't know, KITT. I don't know.

Michael, if you didn't want my expertise,

Why did you just program me with all this data?

- Okay, okay. - Here it is, Michael.

I'll take S.C. Over Notre Dame, but I think you're dead wrong about Penn State.

They'll never make the point spread.

Hello.

Hi. Oh, hi, Bonnie. What's up?

Help. Help? What's that supposed to mean?

It means Devon's in jail.

Devon's busted? Come on. That's ridiculous.

Unfortunately, it also happens to be true.

What did they get him for? Assault with a deadly crumpet?

He was on his way to meet a reporter named Reston...

when he was picked up on a traffic violation.

A traffic violation? And he's probably gonna fight it, huh?

This I would love to see. Where's he being held?

A little town called Lyndhurst Flats.

Strange. That's exactly 412 miles straight ahead of us on this route.

Why I called.

And that's where we're going.

All right. Let's go. Okay. All right.

Well, well, well. What've we got here?

Our favorite member of the press, Frank Reston, in person.

You guys are absolutely hilarious.

Come on. Let's go. Wait a minute, bozo. You can't book me without a breath test.

You're a troublemaker, Reston.

We don't need no breath test to tell that.

Why don't you just get on in there?

Reston? Frank Reston?

Fifth Amendment, old boy.

I'll have a Fifth Amendment.

That's a great name for a booze, huh?

I'm Devon Miles.

That's an okay name for a liqueur, I guess, but... not for a real booze.

I'm Devon Miles from the Foundation.

You wrote me a letter about an investigation you're conducting.

Oh, I remember you.

How come you never wrote me back?

I decided to come and talk to you personally.

Well, you picked a lousy place for a meeting.

We can't talk here.

Wallace here.

Hey, Sarge.

You're never gonna believe who we picked up on a D & D rap.

The mayor. Come on. Be serious.

Frank Reston, that creep.

That loudmouth reporter's been trying to nail something on us for the last three and a half years.

Reston, huh? All you got was on drunk and disorderly? Yep.

- That's it. - Too bad you couldn't get something real good, something like a sex offense.

Well, you know, Sarge, something could be arranged.

I'll tell you what.

It's gonna be a slow night.

Why don't you bring good old Frank over here to see me at Sinclair.

He and I are gonna have a long talk.

- Right away, Sarge. - Thanks, Rex.

Okay, guys, fun time's over.!

How much is it gonna cost me to get outta here?

Are you insinuating that we might take a bribe?

Oh, just a shot in the dark.

I don't know what ever made me think that I could corrupt...

a couple of honest officials such as yourselves.

Look, why don't you just take it easy, huh?

I'd like to give you the same advice. These fellows have a unique way of interpreting the law.

You don't have to tell me about it, pal. I know all about these guys...

and their boss, Judge Paxton.

- Ain't that right, boys? - I wouldn't know about that.

But I do know they want to see you at headquarters in Sinclair. So let's get going.

Well, suppose I don't wanna go to Sinclair just right now?

Well,

The book doesn't say anything about what you do or don't want.

They tell me to take you, you're gonna go.

An offer I can't resist, huh?

All right. Okay.

Let's go.

Easy.

My mother'll get mad at you.

All right. Let's go.

KITT, you sure you know where this place is?

Of course I do. We're approaching the city limits even as we speak.

Hey, right you are, old buddy. Michael,

Remember we're due in Phoenix at 5:00 today.

Yeah. That can wait.

I wouldn't miss the chance to bail out our illustrious leader for all the pasta in Italy.

Two officers are here to see you, Judge Paxton. Show them in.

All right, Wallace. What's the big emergency? What's the problem?

It's that reporter, Reston, we busted last night.

What about him?

We were sort of talking to him and went a little overboard. He's dead.

What?

Look, we barely touched him, Judge. I mean...

Well, the guy just sort of blacked out all of a sudden.

You incompetent fools.

Do you realize what this means?

That's the last thing we need... for this county to be swarmin' with investigators.

Judge, I think we can cover it up. Make it look like an accident?

No one will even know he's been arrested. Except that guy in jail.

What are you talking about?

Some British dude we picked up in the speed trap. He's the only witness.

Well, in that case, you boys better make sure...

you find a way to keep his mouth shut...

till this whole thing blows over.

- Right? - Right.

Well, this looks like the place.

Don't you go sightseeing, huh? I shall return.

- What if you're required to post a bond? - Don't worry.

I promise I won't put you up for collateral.

Sorry, Mrs. Reston, we can find no arrest record for a Frank Reston.

Who said anything about arrest? All I want to know is where he is.

I've checked down at the paper, and they don't know.

I've looked in every bar in town. Nothing.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

If I were you, Mrs. Reston, I'd go home and wait for him. He's bound to show up.

- First of all, he's my ex-Husband. - I wish I could help, Mrs. Reston.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Hi. What can I do for you?

Well, I'm here to pick up Devon Miles. Oh.

Well, as you can see, Mr. Miles is no longer staying with us.

What'd he do, spring himself?