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.

How much farther to Sage City? This is Sage City.

As for the Right-On-Ranch...

it's exactly 3.5 miles. 3.5 miles. Good.

Maybe we'll be in time for a little country breakfast.

Bet the comforts of home...

would feel mighty good to you about now.

Soft, perfumed sheets...

breakfast in bed, a nice hot bubble bath.

How does that sound? Like you've never been to the Bronx.

No. Can't say that I have. Cat, listen.

Just the cactus sucking wind.

Cat, there's somebody out there. I know it.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, get in. Let's go.

I'm not going to lose this ranch, Cat. I've got too many plans for it.

You get off this land, you cactus sucking....

KITT, did you hear those shots? I'm afraid I did, Michael.

All right, find out where they came from.

Michael, those shots are coming...

from the Right-On-Ranch.

Hey, they're getting away! Not if I can help it.

KITT, we're in scanning range. Give me a hard copy, will you?

Looks like rustlers, pal. Welcome to the wild, wild west.

Let's go get them, pal.

Jump, Cat, jump! You don't have to tell me twice!

What kind of truck is that? A real big one, KITT.

Michael, there's a young woman up ahead.

Judging by the way she's thrashing about, I don't think she can swim.

Come on. I got you.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, sure. I just lost another 20 head of cattle.

My pick-Up looks like it went through a giant can crusher...

and this just happens to be a new outfit and a new pair of boots.

Why shouldn't I be okay?

Who are you anyway?

You're welcome.

Name's Michael Knight. I'm from the Foundation.

Where are all the others?

What others?

For all the trouble I had convincing Devon Miles that I needed help...

I thought he'd send an army or at least a bunch of reformed muggers.

Well, I'm sorry, but what you see is what you get.

And what you saw is only part of what you're up against.

There's also some cowboys, truckers, snakes of all persuasions.

Any idea who they are?

Yeah. The bad guys.

The bad guys.

Can you give us a lift back to the ranch? Yeah, sure.

I want to check out the Sheriff.

There is a sheriff in this town, isn't there?

Yeah.

Lots of luck.

Don't you dare.

Keeping an eye on you.

No word for love

Well, looks like the hoosegow's over there.

Hoosegow? Is that something like ''moo cow''?

No, it's not something like moo cow. It's western for jail, buddy.

Don't tell me, they even have their own language?

It appears there's no one home.

KITT, where's the Shaggy Buffalo?

Right across the street, Michael.

lf you leave me tonight

I will cry

Though you say we will both meet again

Words like love

And truth and goodness

Words like till death us do part

I will never love another

Take my heart, take my heart

Take my heart

It's taken. Very nice.

At least someone around here has an ear for good music.

It's not the song, sweetheart. It's the singer.

My name's Marilyn, like in Monroe.

My name's Michael, like in Knight.

Showtime is over, Miss Marilyn.

Time to get your apron from your room, and do some honest work.

Hope to see you again, Michael. It would be my pleasure.

Can I buy you a drink, stranger? No, thank you. I'm looking for the Sheriff.

Well, you don't have to look far. Little brother, someone here to see you.

Seen him enough? It's about Rebecca Hammond.

She lost another 20 calves to rustlers this morning.

Rustlers?

You've been watching too many late-Night movies, boy.

Then what do you call this?

I call that a truck, taking a bunch of calves to market.

Yeah, except they're someone else's calves. Says who?

Says Rebecca Hammond. Her brand's on them.

Well, let me tell you something about Rebecca Hammond, boy.

She's a rancher about like Marilyn over there is a singer.

She don't care nothing about cattle.

She only bought that spread so she'd have a place for her kids.

What kids?

A bunch of bad apples she picked up off the streets of New York City.

And now she wants to bring them out here...

so's they can terrorize our decent, law-Abiding citizens.

I'll tell you one thing.

The only one going to be doing any terrorizing around here is me.

Will you put that thing away, Lance?

You a friend of Miss Hammond's? Yeah.

Well, then, maybe she'll listen to you.

I happen to know the Unified Ranch Corporation...

has made her an offer on her place.

A very fair and reasonable offer.

And if you're really her friend, boy, you'll see that she accepts it.

You got that? Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Now, why don't you tell the Sheriff to get off his brains and get the rustlers?

Get me Devon, will you, pal?

Well, Devon...

I think there's something you failed to tell me.

Really, Michael? And what is that?

That is Rebecca Hammond's real reason for buying the ranch in the first place.

Oh, I take it you mean the children.

Michael, what on earth is that?

Something tells me, the bad apples.

They've arrived. Well, Michael, I won't keep you.

Just remember, children are the flowers of mankind.

Death.

Flowers?

Hmm.

I'll keep that in mind.

Bizarre.

Be careful, Michael, there's just the two of us.

Yeah. A mean scene.

Miss Hammond, I think it's them.

Man, what did I do to deserve this?

Two steps down, Joanna. Hi, you guys.

Welcome. I'm glad you finally got here.

Joanna, I've missed you, you sweetheart.

All you bad apples, welcome to Sage City.

All right...

what did you do with the driver?

He quit.

He quit?

When? After the breakdown.

The bus broke down? No, the driver.

Forty-Five minutes out of New York City. No guts.

Who drove?

What difference does it make? We got here, didn't we?

He's got a point.

Whose side are you on?

All right, all right. Back on the bus. Let's go to the ranch.

You mean, this ain't the ranch?

Miss Hammond. Did you get everything, Blue?

Yes, ma'am. Even the Coney Island hot dogs.

Cat, you get to drive the bus.

Come on, Joanna, you go with me and Blue.

Hey, come on. We've got ways to go here.

I'll meet you out there. We've got a few things to talk about.

Well, I think it's time we sashayed down to the old homestead, partner.

I think I liked you better when you spoke rock 'n' roll.

Time is running out. Maybe there's another way.

You do anything you have to, Alfred.

And if that long drink of water gives you any trouble at all...

you just let me handle him.

So, you're a rancher, or a mother hen to a bunch of bad apples?

Which is it? Both.

And they're not bad apples, really.

They just haven't fallen far enough from the tree.

They've been battered and abused and used and left to fend for themselves.

Even Joanna? Especially Joanna.

She's been blind since birth, kicked around more times than an Italian soccer ball.

If you haven't guessed already, Michael, my real occupation isn't ranching.

I'm a child psychologist. I kind of got that feeling.

By the way I handle the kids? No.

By the way you tried to milk that cow which turned out to be a bull.

Seriously, Rebecca, I do admire the way you handle the kids.

Thanks.

Anyway, I came to the conclusion that all the testing...

and counseling, and understanding in the world...

didn't mean a thing if after those kids left my office...

they just went back to the streets.

So you bought the Right-On-Ranch.

With my savings and every penny I could beg, borrow, or steal.

See, I figured if I could bring a bunch of them out here with me...

for maybe a year...

let them work the place, share in the profits, if there are any.

Or even give them a second chance? Right.

But this is my first group...

and if I lose any more cattle, it may be my last.

Cat and Blue are the only hands I've been able to hire.

So I need some help, Michael.

Rebecca, that's what I'm here for. I'm behind you all the way.

Yo, that's one bad car, man.