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.

Before this parole board renders its decision,

do you have anything to say in your own behalf?

Yeah, I have something to say.

I don't want parole.

Mr. McCord, this is a prison, not a hotel.

You are eligible for parole.

Who are you?

What's goin' on around here?

You ram through a parole,

and this guy sits here nodding like Solomon.

Now I know my rights.

You can't force me to leave.

Having been duly constituted

and authorized by the Department of Corrections,

this board grants parole to Peter McCord.

All right.

If that's the way you want it, you've got it.

Parole is hereby revoked.

Get him out of here.

Get Devon Miles on the phone.

How you doin'?

I like it better here alone.

Every guy they put in here

wants to tell me his life story.

The names change but they're always the same.

Yours, too?

Yeah.

I'm afraid we haven't got much time left. Is KITT ready?

Almost.

Devon, does anyone at the prison

besides the warden know about this?

No.

This sounds awfully dangerous.

I agree with you.

Is there any other way to accomplish this?

Not according to Phillip Hunt.

If the prisoner in question is not released by noon tomorrow,

a Minotaur bomb is going to be detonated

somewhere in the heart of the city.

According to my data,

the Minotaur is an extremely powerful variation

of a plastique explosive.

It's compact. It can destroy a city block.

It's highly sophisticated.

And difficult to detect.

Devon, if the threat was phoned in anonymously,

it could be a hoax.

Afraid not.

The bomb was stolen

from a military depot last week.

The caller described it in detail.

I'm afraid it's no hoax.

What about the police?

So far they haven't found it.

It seems to be up to us.

If I'm fully prepared, April,

I'd like to commence as soon as possible.

The thought of Michael alone

in that awful place is quite upsetting.

I know what you mean.

Now, I've adjusted the turbo boost

and programmed everything you should need.

You're as prepared as you're ever gonna be.

Bring him home safely, KITT.

Nice legs.

Get away from there.

It's on the wall.

Looks like public domain to me.

Well, it's not. So, move it.

Warden wants to see you.

Who?

Both of you.

I don't want to see the warden.

It's not an invitation, McCord. Let's go.

Get in!

Come on, get in!

Go!

Look, if you want to do this, okay.

But count me out.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Go to autopilot!

Kindly unhand me, you hard-rock con.

What's going on here?

Who said that?

I did.

Michael, an all-points bulletin

is being issued over the police band

for a vehicle fitting my description.

Punch up the locations of police cars in the area.

Looks like we're surrounded.

Got any ideas for a hiding place, KITT?

I have Just the spot.

Congratulations, Devon, on a job well done.

Thank you, Phillip. I'm certainly pleased

that everything went as well as it did.

I need hardly tell you that The Foundation

was not conceived with prison breaks in mind.

You're not alone, believe me.

I've never encountered anything like this before in my whole life,

and I hope I never do again.

I told the Governor phase one has been completed.

Does that mean that Michael's APB has been cancelled?

An hour ago.

Now, if everything goes according to plan,

we should have the extortionist

and that Minotaur bomb in our possession before the day is out.

Good.

Where is he?

Please send Michael in, will you?

Thank you.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this?

Take it easy.

Take it easy?

I go out there, I'm a dead man.

You hear me, I'm a dead man!

Phillip, what is he talking about?

He's a disturbed man, Devon.

I wouldn't take too seriously what he has to say.

Devon, I'm telling you,

there's something about this that is very wrong.

The man is terrified.

Back in the car, he begged me to go back to prison.

Really? How very odd.

Particularly since he is being freed by his own confederates.

If you don't mind, I want to follow this thing up.

See what happens.

The Foundation's involvement is finished, Michael.

However, use your own judgment.

There's an unmarked car around the corner

and a soft clothes guy, solo, on the bus bench.

That looks like Hunt's car.

Where are you going?

Relax. We are going to get cigarettes.

It takes two of you to get cigarettes?

There's McCord.

Like a chicken waiting to be plucked.

Why are we stopping so far away, Michael?

I don't want to spook anyone.

It's not coming down like we thought.

Hold your position.

Let's go.

Something seems to be wrong, Michael.

Let's go.

Where's McCord?

I'm afraid he's gone, Michael.

He's gone? Where?

I don't pick him up. He's disappeared.

I have a number of questions, Phillip.

Uh-huh, and I have got a few of my own.

What the blazes was Knight doing at the pickup, anyway?

He was observing. With my approval.

Your approval?

Look. This case is no longer any concern of yours.

I wonder.

McCord was left alone and locked in your car. Why?

Because our instructions were to leave McCord,

at the intersection of Third and Crane for the pickup.

According to Michael, when his associates arrived, he ran,

obviously in fear of his life.

Again, Phillip, why?

I don't know. I can't explain it.

Frankly, it surprised us, too.

Surprised you?

When McCord was in my office, he was obviously terrified.

Did it occur to you to ask him why?

Oh, for God's sake, Devon,

there's a maniac out there with a Minotaur bomb.

My responsibility is to trade McCord

for that bomb, not to hold his hand.

And if you'd known then what you now understand,

that instead of being allies, those confederates of McCord's

are probably trying to kill him,

would you have acted differently?

I'd have done the exact same thing.

I'm perfectly willing to trade one murderer

for the lives of 100 or even 1,000 innocent people.

Aren't you?

I'm afraid not. I acted in good faith.

Partly because of friendship towards you,

and probably because

one of the basic tenets of The Foundation

is the preservation of human life.

Well, I'm trying to preserve all the lives I can.

But I think it's possible to save every single life.

And I'd hate to think

that The Foundation played a part

in the sacrifice of one single life

without at least trying to save it.

Devon, look.

Get out of this. You're in over your head.

So, apparently, is Peter McCord.

Obviously, we have something in common, after all.