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.

But where's Mommy? I wanna go with Mommy.

Everything's fine, darling. You just come with Daddy. Come on, sweetheart.

Get in the back of the car. That's a good girl. Natalie.! No.!

No! Natalie!

No.!

No! Natalie!

Natalie.! Natalie.!

No!

I don't understand the concept of fishing, Michael.

What don't you understand, buddy?

According to my information, the object of fishing is to catch fish.

That's right. But we've been gone two days,

And despite all the time you've spent fishing, you didn't catch any fish.

They just weren't biting, pal. That's how fishing is. Sometimes they bite; sometimes they don't.

Whoa.

- Feel like some company? - Not particularly.

Hi. How far you going?

How far you wanna go? L.A.

I'm going through L.A. Come on in.

Nice day, huh?

You always travel this light?

I'm not traveling. Car trouble?

You could say.

Are you all right?

I've got some problems.

When I've got problems, I don't make good company. Okay.

Hell, we got everything money can buy

It's a place where a face ain't got no name

Down here everybody's playing that old sneaky game

Only one room left. Wonderful.

It's got two single beds.

Now, it's up to you. I don't mind if you don't mind.

I never knew a man who did.

Nicole!

Nicole!

Michael, what's going on? I don't know, pal, but we're gonna find out.

Let's go!

KITT, can you give me a visual on his route?

You won't like it. The water is 15 feet deep,

And he'll be going up a 60-Degree incline.

- Any chance we could make it? - Not on your life, Michael, or mine.

Uh-Oh. Police. Does this mean another stay in one of those dreary police impounds?

They can't put you in jail for self-Defense, KITT.

On second thought, maybe you'd better call Devon.

Pull up and get out!

Stand clear and put your hands over your head.

Devon, they've charged me with second-Degree murder.

I'm well aware of that, Michael. Unfortunately, in the absence of witnesses,

Self-Defense is rather sticky to prove.

There was a witness... that hitchhiker. Her name's Nicole.

The girl who went through the bathroom window? Yeah.

You make it sound like a story. The fact that it sounds like a story has nothing to do with me.

I'm afraid it succeeds on its own.

Whose side are you on anyway? Yours, of course.

I just want to be sure that you know what it is you're up against.

Now, the county prosecutor has a respectable case in the making.

Even if the biker had a record, your fingerprints are on the gun.

It's unregistered. There's no way to prove it was his.

Do you suppose that this could have something to do with a past case?

No! I think it's got something to do with that girl who went out the bathroom window.

Michael, the preliminary hearing is set for Thursday next.

If you're bound over for trial, the prosecutor will start...

an immediate investigation into your past.

Now, I don't need to tell you how difficult that would be for you,

For the Foundation and for the future of our work together.

In that case, I better find Nicole.

Here's the rest of your stuff.

Look, I don't want any trouble. I'm not here to cause any.

A girl came here about 9:00 last night to make a phone call. Did you place it for her?

She used the public phone.

How'd you get out so soon? Bail.

It's just like people say...

the criminal justice system these days, it's a revolving door.

Since you haven't asked, I'll tell you.

It was demoralizing, demeaning.

What? Police impound.

Oh. You had me worried there for a minute.

Michael, I don't think you have any idea what those places are like.

I was surrounded by criminal types with dented fenders and bullet holes.

Jail was no picnic either, pal.

Devon's calling.

Devon, any luck?

You were right, Michael. It was a collect call.

All right. Address, por favor?

4518 Sumatra Drive.

Oh, by the way, Michael, before you rush headlong into this, there's something you ought to know.

The dead man has been identified as Arlon Singleton.

He was a member, believe it or not, of the Satan's Stompers Motorcycle Club,

Which is currently under federal investigation...

for everything from contract murder to extortion.

If your assumption that Singleton was after Nicole is correct,

She could be a very dangerous young lady to be associated with.

All right. I'll keep that in mind.

- Good luck, Michael. - Thanks.

Hi, Nicole.

Oh, before you go running off, an old friend stopped by to see you. Who?

You forgot your boots.

Did you lie to me?

If you lied to me, I'll skin you alive.

I'm a friend. Wouldn't you call me a friend?

We'll see.

I walked for miles. I was afraid to even hitchhike.

And then I saw your car and decided to take a chance.

I don't understand. If your ex-Husband kidnapped your daughter,

Why haven't you gone to the police?

He has temporary custody.

He has what it takes to win in court... money.

You don't look like a candidate for legal aid.

This is my father's house.

Dad won't help you? We don't get along.

It's very complicated.

I wouldn't even be here, but he's in Palm Springs on business.

You haven't told me what you want.

Nicole, I want you to come back to Long Pine with me.

I'm sorry. I need your testimony to prove self-Defense.

I just can't do that. Why not?

My ex will have me killed. Why?

- You just don't give up, do you? - I'm facing a murder charge here. Now why?

I have something he wants... something that can hurt him.

What are you talking about? It doesn't matter.

But it's the only weapon I have, and when I get what I want, he'll get it back.

And you want Natalie.

I want her because I love her.

Harold wants her because I want her.

It's his way of punishing me for leaving him.

I'd help you if I could.

But I have this terrible feeling that if I...

don't get her now, I never will.

I'm sorry.

I'll tell you what.

You come back to Long Pine and testify on my behalf,

And I'll help you get your daughter back.

Deal?

Harold, this is Nicole.

Don't talk, please. Just listen.

I want Natalie back.

You can give her to me and get the film,

Or you can refuse and I'll go to the U.S. Attorney and give the film to him.

You put the U.S. Attorney on me, and Natalie's gonna be looking for a new mama.

What's on your mind?

Tomorrow morning, 11:00. Go on.

A friend of mine will make the exchange.

His name is Michael Knight.

Harold, this is our last chance.

If you screw this up, we'll both end up getting hurt.

Can I talk to Natalie for a minute?

Is she coming alone? She's not coming at all.

She's sending a friend.

What was that guy's name that wasted Arlon up in Long Pine? Uh...

Some joker named Knight. Yeah.

Michael Knight, huh?

Looks like you're not gonna have to hunt that boy down at all.

He's coming here tomorrow at 11:00.

What's the matter? He's back.

Who? My father.

It's all right. Thank you, Paul.

So what are you doing here?

I thought you were in Palm Springs until tomorrow, and...

And what? Decided to bring your latest boyfriend by for some fun and games.

You've got your women confused again, Father.

This is Nicole, not Darlene.

- I see very little difference. - That's always been the problem, hasn't it?

You know, the real victim in your unfortunate life unfortunately isn't you.

It's Natalie. You don't care about Natalie.

The only time you mention her is when you're angry at me.! KITT, get me out of here.

Right away, Michael.

I don't care about Natalie? I suppose you do?

Hauling her from place to place, living out of a suitcase. If you'll excuse me...

This is private property. You wanna leave? As a matter of fact, I do.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hop in, Michael.

- - Good grief.

You got that right.

Harold T. Turner is a hard guy. So what? We've been up against hard guys before.

Turner is much more than just a hard guy, Michael.

As ex-President of the Satan's Stompers Motorcycle Club,

He has at his disposal over 300 hard guys,

Not to mention whatever other resources...

his various underworld activities provide.

He's right, Michael. According to the federal investigation,

The Satan's Stompers have developed extensive ties with criminal organizations.

It's not like Peter Fonda riding around on a chopped Harley...

with a heart of gold underneath two days' growth of beard.

I'm not trying to talk you into a project here.

I'm trying to save my skin and the Foundation's credibility,

And if I can help Nicole get her daughter back, all the better.

Devon, you said it yourself.

If I don't get these charges cut loose at the preliminary hearing, and I'm bound over for trial,

That prosecutor's gonna go over my past with a magnifying glass.

This is it.

- What are the pictures of? - The inside of his safe.

He keeps records of every transaction he makes...

names, times, places.

He'd do 20 years behind what's in that camera. You meet me here afterwards.