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.

Yesterday's bombing was the latest in a string of deadly terrorist assaults...

that have left scores of casualties throughout the world.

One can only wonder what effect this will have on the summit conference,

Organized by the Foundation's Devon Miles,

Which is scheduled to convene five days from now.

At that time, Mr. Miles hopes to negotiate a treaty...

among three of the nations currently harboring the terrorist brigades.

Hello. Yes, we're looking forward to the meeting.

Yes, I'm watching it now.

Absolutely terrible news.

It means that we will have to approach the mission with a renewed sense of urgency.

Oh, don't worry. You'll soon see what steps I intend to take.

The important thing is that words, not guns, should be employed now.

We don't need any more violence, and I'm sorry, we have no more statements to make.

Thank you so much.

Michael, what is this?

Seaweed.

What is seaweed doing under KITT's hood?

Oh, yeah. Well. I can explain that.

- Perhaps you shouldn't, Michael. - Don't tell me...

Remember all those jewel robberies down at the marina?

Well, it turns out the two thieves are scuba divers.

Anyway, KITT and I are on the pier, and these two guys,

They jump right in the ocean, so naturally...

Michael. Devon! What's the good word?

I wish I had one. I'm sorry to disturb you both.

I'm afraid I need you to drive me somewhere immediately.

All right. KITT should be ready in a couple seconds.

No. We won't need KITT. I've arranged for another car.

Come along. We must move quickly. Time is of the essence.

- Good-Bye, Bonnie. - Well, I'll catch you guys later, huh?

Here.

Why do you suppose they excluded me, Bonnie?

I don't know, KITT.

But don't take it personally. I won't.

You know I can't take anything personally.

I've always known you were a class act, Devon,

But, uh, is it really necessary for me to chauffeur you around like this?

In this case, absolutely essential, Michael.

In fact, you're virtually indispensable.

Looks like we got some company.

Any ideas?

Yes. Lose it. Anyway you can.

Okay, Devon, but this sure isn't KITT.

We're like a tank against a fighter plane here.

What am I supposed to do? Be skillful, Michael. Be skillful.

Well, Mr. Redmond. What is your opinion of my opinion now?

Well, you were not kiddin', Mr. Miles.

This boy can hold his own with the best. He's gonna do just fine.

Do what fine? Would somebody like to tell me what's goin' on here?

All in good time, dear boy. All in good time.

Next week, the leaders of three rather unstable...

Third World nations will come together here...

in order to sign an anti-Terrorism treaty.

If this treaty is signed, it could put international terrorism out ofbusiness.

Devon, I still don't see the problem.

Because, Michael, one of the security team may be a plant sent in on a hit job.

Or at the very least, to make sure that the treaty isn't signed.

And I'm supposed to find the hit man. Right?

Exactly. Now, in order to polish their skills for their assignment,

The members of the security team will attend a special session at Mr. Redmond's Victory Academy.

He normally handles groups of up to 100.

He teaches tactical and evasive driving techniques...

...along with advanced, hand-To-Hand combat,

And weapons-Oriented bodyguard techniques.

I'm familiar with the place. Now, do you have any more information for me...

beyond the fact that one of these guys just might be a ringer?

Very little, I'm afraid. Here are their dossiers, but there isn't much to be learned from them.

So, with no leads, I got less than one week to catch a bad guy who may not even exist.

Doesn't sound to me to be too simple.

On the contrary, Michael. It seems perfectly simple to me.

Devon, let's say there is a bad guy.

And he overreacts and decides to waste me.

Oh, that would be a most serious and unfortunate resolution, Michael.

But you're quite right. It would solve our problem.

What we're to do... do our best to make any possible suspect blow his or her cover.

I must say, it's an extremely clever plan, though.

Must've been Mr. Miles's idea.

- Why would you think that? - Because it entails a rather objective and sophisticated insight...

- into your basic character. - Oh?

Of course. With your usual lack of subtlety,

You would have no problem at all in panicking anyone with anything at all to hide.

- Actually, we might even go so far as to say... - KITT?

- Yes, Michael. I know. - Shut up.

Hi. Hi.

Looks like the training here is pretty rough.

Maybe this is what they do for roll call.

You sure this is part of the program?

You big gorilla. I didn't know you were in this class.

Yeah. I would have turned it down if I knew they let little wimps like you into it.

Ha!

If that's how they greet an old friend, I wonder what they do when they meet an enemy?

If we're careful, we'll never find out.

- Margot Wells. - Michael Knight.

Howdy. Keller. The freelance fightin' game's been a little shaky lately.

We're just trying to keep our hand in. Yeah.

We get high-Strung sitting around.

Oh, man. Ain't nothin' gonna get you high.

I know what you mean. That nervous energy keeps buildin'up.

Name's Corey. Jacobs.

Now you know who to call when you want to work it off.

Uh-Huh?

I, uh, can think of a lot better ways to burn off excess energy.

Well, you can start by burning off a little energy with that.

I hate to be the one to break this to ya, but this isn't Club Med.

You mean, I'm not gonna need my perfume, my makeup, my sexy gowns and my string bikinis?

That sounds great to me, but it's probably the wrong kind of ammunition.

Hey, buddy. How about a little snapshot of that little package, huh?

Anything?

Yes. A semiautomatic pistol, .32 caliber, three clips of ammunition.

- Yeah? - Also, seven blouses, four pairs of slacks,

Two pairs of shoes, six sets of undergarments, three... KITT?

- Yes, Michael? - Shut up.

Well, as you can see, this isn't your ordinary, Sunday-Go-To-Meetin' windshield.

Matter of fact, there's nothing about any of these cars here that's ordinary.

They're not indestructible.

But they'll take a hit that would send a production-Line model directly to car heaven.

Whoo.! Any chance I can get one of those for my live-In?

I don't think you could afford the both of them, Keller, anyway.

Unless one, or both of'em, were a dog.

Seems to me that a water bed would be more your style.

Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha! Hey.

Why don't you just save that for the hand-To-Hand class?

Stow this, Jacobs.

Now, none of you should be too impressed with this little demonstration of mine.

The best security measures are those...

What, are you nuts? It's practice, remember?

It was an accident! The strap caught the trigger when I put it in the rack.

No more accidents. All right?

All right, Knight. All right.

Now, if you ask me, it's crazy using live ammo in the first place!

Yeah. You're probably right.

But it does keep everybody on their toes, now, doesn't it?

Come on. We got work to do. Let's go. Come on!

Hey, why don't you come back and join the party?

What's with that guy, anyway? Ah, he spent three years in a Cuban prison in solitary.

Ever since then, he gets in these weird moods.

Hey, where's Margot? I don't know. She said something about having to make a phone call.

Man, I hate white bread.

Better go round her up before Bigfoot here eats everything in sight.

Hey, wait for me! I need to call my bookie.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Michael?

Good morning.

Is that your idea of an alarm clock?

Uh, good morning, Mr. Knight. No, it's just a little Halloween smoke, that's all that is.

But, uh, it could just as easily have been dynamite, fulminate, les plastiques, you name it.

Jacobs, shut up!

But if I'd been a, uh, a for-Real bandito,

Now, I could have blown you people all so far that your memories would have just been memories.

And then, with you out of the way, your V.I.P. Would be defenseless.

A sitting duck. Don't take yourself for granted.

A bodyguard is a target too.

But what I want you to remember is you gotta be on, every minute.

All 24 hours of the day.

Now you're on your own until roll call.

Knight.

Remember. All 24 hours of the day.

That goes double for you, amigo. Comprende?

Comprende.

Michael, where are your pants? Never mind. KITT, I got a bone to pick with you.

According to my data on human anatomy, you have 206 bones,

- Give or take some questionable cartilage. - I left you in your surveillance mode.

Now, why didn't you signal me when Redmond went into my bungalow?

If you recall, you yourself told me that Mr. Redmond could be trusted.

Oh, is that supposed to be an idea of your logic?

No. It's an example of yours.

Speaking of which, when are you planning to start making these people nervous?

I'm starting tonight.

I'm gonna organize a card game. I'm gonna get rowdy, and drunk, and indiscreet.

Very well. But when are you planning to do some work?

Seven. Oh, that's good! I like that.

Man, that's a fool's bet. Don't be bettin' that. That's a good one! I like this. Here.

- Here. Go ahead. Go ahead. - Here's $60.

Hey! Seven!

Oh, man. Pick up your money. Listen, you guys.

You guys know anything about this weirdoJacobs?

I mean, you ever work with him before? He's weird.

Hey, pal. In our line of work, asking anything about anybody...

is a risky proposition.

Lopez, don't get so touchy. I'm not asking anything about you.

- Not yet, anyway. - And that's the way I like to keep it.

Hey! Come on, let's just play cards, all right?

Let's just play! It's practically the 21 st century.

You wanna bet anything worth knowing about you, Lopez, or you, Keller, or any of us here at the table,

Is stored up in some computer somewhere.