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.

I detect the odor of fish.

Good. That tells me

your program is programmed and your senses are sensing.

Michael, April's calling.

Are you ready for the test, Michael?

Oh, hi, April.

I'm ready if KITT's ready.

KITT? I'm glad you asked, April.

In light of the extensive micronetics

involved in the system interface,

not to mention- He's ready.

Good.

Michael, I prefer speaking for myself.

In truth, there's a primary aversion involved.

I know, buddy, you hate the smell of fish.

I dislike the smell of fish.

I hate salt water.

Think of it this way.

April wants to see if you can swim,

and I'm along for the ride.

Here we go.

Hang on to your fenders, pal.

Abort the test!

Abort! My sensors detect a life form in distress at 3 o'clock.

KITT!

Give me a run down with vitals.

The obJect's body chemistry is not within human limits, Michael.

I measure a saturation of nitrogen gas

in the body tissues and fluids.

3. 78 liters to be exact.

You don't suppose it's an alien?

No. He's a scuba diver, KITT, not E.T.

Nitrogen saturation means he's got the bends.

Give me a scan on the nearest hospital with a recompression chamber.

Right away, Michael.

I've got the place, Michael. It's Cates Memorial Hospital.

Right, pal.

Pop the trunk, KITT.

There you are, Michael.

How is he, KITT? Any better?

His condition is deteriorating, Michael.

Michael, there's an obstruction ahead.

Uh-oh.

Hang on, pal.

Good work, buddy.

Dr. Adler wanted in surgery. Dr. Adler wanted in surgery.

You have no idea if there was any stage-decompression?

You know everything I do.

I just found him on the beach.

I knew something like this would happen someday.

You know him?

Bobby Shell. I went to high school with his sister.

Thanks, Harold.

Oh, God!

Tracy!

Hi, Jenny. Take it easy.

I think he's gonna be okay.

We've got him down to four atmospheres.

It's gonna take us a while before we get back up to the surface, though.

Excuse me.

My name is Michael Knight. I brought Bobby in.

Is he a certified diver?

He taught Scuba at the Y for two years.

Why?

Well, it seems to me he ignored the first commandment.

Never dive alone.

Look,

thank you very much for what you did, really.

For all I know you saved his life.

Let's just leave it at that for now, okay?

All right.

No littering.

Thank you.

Michael, Bobby's diving gear is still in the trunk.

You have no idea how unpleasant that odor is.

Oh, well, allow me.

Okay, let's see.

You dropped something.

I guess Bobby collected shells, huh?

Judging from its surface density, it is not a shell.

Okay, smart guy, what is it?

I believe you're familiar with the procedure, Michael.

I'm tellin' you, KITT,

this is a shell.

Clever. Very, very clever.

I thought so.

Spectrographic analysis determines it to be an element.

Atomic number 79.

Atomic weight 126.967.

English, por favor.

It is an element known as gold.

Gold.

You may examine the obJect in a more presentable state now, Michael.

Check this out.

Any idea how old it is?

My data banks have nothing on it, Michael.

It's obviously quite old.

Is it valuable?

Possibly.

Why?

It might help explain why a scuba instructor went divin' all by himself.

I'm not sure I understand your logic, Michael.

Neither am I, KITT.

Neither am I.

Need a lift?

Well, you've got amazing timing.

Okay.

Jennifer, I found this in Bobby's gear.

Any idea where he got it?

No.

Is it gold?

Yeah, it's gold. And it's very old.

If it's all right with you, I'd like to check it out.

Why?

I wanna find out if it ties in with Bobby's, um,

accident.

I keep getting the feeling that you think Bobby was doing something wrong.

No, I didn't say that.

Why is everyone so eager to think the worst of him?

He goes to South Coast Junior College,

he dives for the lobster and fish we serve in the restaurant,

and he has never been in any serious trouble.

Jennifer, take a look at this regulator hose.

It's crimped on both sides.

Now, no piece of rock does that.

I can't prove it yet, but I think it was done by another diver.

It's right here. The Three Shells.

You can park right there.

Hi.

What's going on?

It must've broke loose from Bobby's dive site.

I'll tie her up for you.

Thanks a lot.

Everybody's concerned.

How's Bobby doin'?

It's too soon to tell yet.

He's still in the recompression chamber at Cates Memorial.

Yeah. Let me know if there's anything I can do.

Thanks, Manley.

Look, I-

I'm sorry.

I guess I haven't really been very grateful, have I?

It's all right. It's not required.

You like lobster?

I happen to have a real beauty left from Bobby's last dive.

Is that an invitation?

How about tonight?

Hey.

Stow all that stuff there.

Okay.

Let's go.

Watch it now.

You get everything?

It's all set.

Where's Karl?

Oh, he's

checking the developments at the hospital.

Listen, when I signed on for this charter,

there wasn't any talk about murder, you know.

What choice did we have, Manley?

It was either stop him or risk losing everything.

Relax.

There's a good chance that kid won't regain consciousness

before we correct the Marquesa's drift,

gain access to that chamber and get out of here.

Michael, is this your way of saying

you aborted KITT's amphibious test?

Yes. No, I mean...

Just a minute.

Devon, I'm tellin' you this guy is an experienced diver.

He goes divin' all by himself and he gets the bends.

Devon, take a look at this regulator hose.

Tell me that crimp is an accident.

Michael, would you please remove this?

This is a desk, not a workbench.

I'm tellin' you, I think somebody tried to murder Bobby Shell.

If you're right, Michael, it's a job for the police.

Devon. Michael, I-

Please. Please stop this lobbying.

Michael, you apparently saved the boy's life. That's wonderful.

Now please let him live it.

All right.

You're the boss.

I guess I'll just have to take this back to Bobby Shell's sister,

without ever finding out where it came from.

Just a minute. Oh.

Where'd you find this?

In Bobby Shell's diving gear.

Uh, do you always have an ace up your sleeve?

This is incredible.

I'd have to authenticate, of course,

but, uh, I believe that this coin is Aztec.

Yeah, well, it's too bad we can't investigate, huh,