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.

Michael, I've searched my data banks thoroughly,

I can't find one redeeming quality about gambling.

KITT, look at it this way: gambling is all odds.

It's pure mathematics.

Come on, I'll show you.

I'd rather not.

A little computer blackjack, $1 a hand.

I'm the house, you're the player.

I believe the word is "sucker. "

Okay.

I've got a nine up,

and you've got a five and a six for 11.

Do you want a card?

I want to double down.

KITT, that's doubling your bet and you only get one card.

You sure you wanna do that?

Is the house in the habit of advising the player?

Your money.

I believe that's 21. Thank you, Michael.

They call that "beginner's luck," pal.

As I understand it, the phrase is,

"shut up and deal. "

Hold on to your horses, hotshot,

we've got Devon on the line.

Hello, Devon!

Hello, Michael.

I'm glad to see that you're getting into the spirit of things.

Yeah, I'm already $2 behind. What's up?

Uh, there's, uh, someone I want you to check out for me

since you're going through Las Vegas, anyway.

Her name is, um, Rita Wilcox.

She works at Caesars Palace.

Okay, what are we looking for?

I'm not sure.

She tells a provocative but fantastic story about a missing brother.

All right. I'll see what she has to say.

With any luck, we should be

pulling in to Vegas about 10:00, 10:30 tonight.

See you later.

Right. Have a good day.

Uh, you won't be here.

I beg your pardon?

Here, at 10:00 or 10:30.

Your date tonight.

Yes.

The liaison in question

is hardly a "date," it's an appointment.

Devon, she's a very beautiful woman.

Yes,

however she's also the widow of Wilton Knight,

who, as you may recall,

created and continues to fund the foundation for which we both work.

Oh, I recall.

Yes. However, you're quite right.

She is a beautiful woman.

She's also a woman who never does anything without a purpose.

Devon.

Elizabeth, how nice to see you.

You remembered.

How could I forget?

Devon, you look absolutely wonderful.

And so do you.

I believe, you used to say,

"living well is the best revenge. "

Until someone comes up with a better phrase, I still do.

Gin and tonic?

You remember.

I'm so glad you phoned.

How long has it been? Three years?

Three years and four months.

But who's counting?

I am.

I'm not telling you anything you didn't already know.

I was always strongly attracted to you.

And you knew it. So did Wilton.

That's why The Foundation saw so little of me.

Elizabeth, we've known each other for too long

not to keep it simple.

What is it you want?

Oh, Devon, you know better than that.

When Sigmund Freud lay dying,

his students all gathered about him and they asked

if there was one question his work had not answered.

And he replied,

"What a woman really wants. "

Well, there's no need to be coy.

Well, there's certainly no need to rush.

The future is still the future.

It will reveal itself when it chooses.

. Oh, a storm is threatening.

. My very life today.

. If I don't get some shelter.

. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away.

. War, children.

. It's Just a shot away, it's Just a shot away.

. War, children.

. It's Just a shot away, it's Just a shot away..

Boy, do I feel lucky.

Well, then don't play with her.

She's a killer.

Yeah.

Garthe?

No. No, name's Michael. Does that surprise you?

Uh, no, no. It's, uh,

just that you look so much like somebody I-I know.

Uh, place your bet.

Hi, Rita, name's Michael Knight.

Devon Miles from The Foundation sent me.

I said not to send anybody here. I can't talk here.

Okay, where?

Uh, I get off at midnight.

Okay, thank you.

And so I did everything

the magazines say a wealthy, attractive divorcee does.

And more.

Thank you, Roger. That will be all tonight.

Although I don't suppose there was anything

that would unduly shock a man,

who appreciates life as much as you do.

And I gave up being shocked years ago.

I must tell you that I'm having a wonderful time.

In spite of a nagging suspicion

that somewhere, you have an ulterior motive

hidden between the entree and dessert.

No, no, no, no, no.

No ulterior motives. No, I gave that up long ago.

When I want something from a man, he knows it.

Devon, would you be a dear and open a window?

It's a bit stuffy in here, don't you think?

Yes, of course.

I was gonna be a singer and Ron played piano.

He played everything.

Classical, bluegrass, electric rock.

Anyway, when we ran out of money,

we stopped here and I got a job

dealing blackjack at Caesars.

The next thing I know, this mysterious man,

the one you look so much like, Garthe,

he wouldn't leave me alone.

Flowers every day, gifts.

One of the gifts was a job for Ron.

The plot thickens.

I suppose so.

I sure didn't see it at the time.

Ron did odd jobs for him.

It all began so innocently.

And we went out twice.

A limo to pick me up.

Carte blanche at the best shops in town.

So many flowers sent to the apartment

that Ron's old allergies came back.

Well, it sounds all right to me.

All except for the allergies. What happened?

I've always believed in love and romance,

pretty much in that order.

Garthe made it clear that he didn't.

He prefers to buy what he wants.

Okay, I think I get the picture.

Ron gets suspicious of Garthe.

Whatever he found out or overheard went into a tape recorder,

and the tapes he hid in a locker

right before he disappeared.

I know it's not much to go on, but it's all I've got.

Michael, something's happened to him

and Garthe's behind it, I know it.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

The key...

Pardon?

You said you'd found the key to the locker.

Do you know what "antithesis" means?

"Antithesis"?

I think it was on last month's Power Vocabulary Builder.

I'm serious. You're the antithesis of him.

I have never seen 2 people who look so much alike,

who are so different inside.

Be careful.

And so one night in Innsbruck,

before the entire Norwegian ski team,

he proposed a toast.

Devon?

Are you all right?

You are a stubborn one.

Now we shall begin.

I have the formula.

Good.

One card.

This better not be another 10.

Ten. Thank you, Michael. That makes 21.

I'm telling you, it's beginner's luck.

That's what you said yesterday.

I'm no longer a beginner.

In addition to which, it's not luck.

The odds in blackJack are 0.6 percent in favor of the house.