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Stacy's in a coma.
There's a good chance she may not come out of it.
You wouldn't listen to me! You just cost me my number one suspect.
Are you saying being a cheerleader had something to do with this?
Two, three, four, five, six...
You want a race, you got one. Your car for my car.
Michael, how could you have done this?
Bonnie, it was the only way. Losing him in a race?
Michael, his fuel tank's ruptured.
I gotta to get him out, KITT.
That nitro could blow any second.
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.
Oh, this is the Dagger DX?
I was beginning to think it only existed in your dreams.
You'll find out it's for real soon enough.
My sweet.
If you still have any doubts, maybe we should up the stakes.
No, $50,000 is enough. I hate to see a grown man cry.
3.8 miles. You think you can occupy yourself for a minute and a half?
Only if you promise to come back in one piece.
I'm a man with a thousand lives.
Just so you save one of them for me.
I'll do better than that. I'll save them all.
Something went wrong with my brake system.
Why'd you let her stand in the street? I didn't let her do anything.
Is she alive? Oh, my God. What if she dies?
I feel a pulse, but it's weak. Well, somebody's gotta call an ambulance!
Jack, I'll take care of it.
Go home, get drunk, I don't care, just get out of here.
Keep your mouth shut. This didn't happen. Tonight didn't happen.
Call an ambulance. Just make sure you're not here when it comes.
According to Coach Berchuk...
his Cougars should have no problem with the Mustangs on Sunday.
That's exactly why I'm picking the Mustangs to win.
Every time Berchuk toots his horn, his team loses.
Twenty-two men in mock war regalia...
knocking each other down...
for possession of an air-filled bladder made of a pig's skin.
Well, some human institutions confuse me, but football is a total mystery.
I wish I could help you out, KITT.
But it's a little like buttermilk.
Either you like it or you don't.
Michael, if you're going to use a multi-million dollar system...
to read a 25 cent paper, you could at least read the front page.
Be well informed.
Okay, wise guy. Lay a little world, national, and local on me.
That's more like it.
Allow me.
"In Washington today, hearings resume on nuclear power.
"While in New York..." Wait a minute, KITT.
Blow up the left-hand corner.
Stacy? Someone you know, Michael?
Someone I knew a long time ago.
She's a fighter, Mr. Courtney. She won't let go.
Thanks, Diane.
I've gotta go back to the stadium now.
Sgt. Courtney? Lieutenant.
How is she? Fine.
I'm a friend.
I don't remember your face. What's your name?
Knight. Michael Knight.
Do you know anything about what happened last night?
No, sir. I wish I did. I know I would like to help.
I don't need any help.
Michael, I expected you over an hour ago.
Whatever it is will have to wait.
I beg your pardon. Sorry, Devon, I'm a little uptight.
You remember Jim Courtney? Courtney?
Your partner when you were on the police force?
Yeah, well, when you're a rookie...
you don't have a partner, Devon, you have a second father.
That's what Jim was to me.
What happened?
His daughter Stacy was in an accident last night.
Hit and run.
I'm sorry about that, Michael, but I fail to see how that postpones our work.
Well, whoever did it left her lying alone in the street.
I'm gonna make sure I find out who it was...
and make sure he gets what he deserves.
God knows Stacy didn't. All right, Michael.
Okay, stay in touch.
Thanks, Devon, I will.
All right, KITT. Access the police reports on Stacy's accident.
Dig deep, pal. Dig real deep.
Right away, Michael.
Two, three, four, five, six...
seven, eight, and turn. Two, three, four, five, six.
Here we go! One, two, three, four, five, six...
Way to go out there, kid. You look all pro. Take a shower.
Okay if I take one of them with me? Take two, they're small.
Four!
Diane, how is she? Any change?
No. She's still critical.
What happened? What was she doing down there in the first place?
I don't know what you mean.
She was with you last night celebrating her ballet scholarship, right?
Yeah, until about 10:00 or 10:15. Didn't she tell you?
Tell me what? I got an emergency call from Dallas.
We hadn't even ordered dinner.
I told her I'd send her home in a car and she said she'd call you.
Diane, come on. You're her roommate, you've gotta know something.
She didn't call me.
I didn't even know you'd gone to Dallas until now.
The thought of losing her. I am going crazy.
I want to go to the hospital, but if the reporters find out...
I feel like such a coward.
There's nothing you can do, Mr. Taylor.
Think of Stacy's father, too.
If he ever found out she was dating a married man...
Yeah, I guess you're right.
There's been enough confusion and pain.
This will be our little secret. Yours, mine, and Stacy's, okay?
Okay.
This is the place, Michael. I got you, buddy.
All right. I want pictures of these skid marks.
Looks like they're really wide.
Four sets, two cars.
And made of very expensive, cold-rolled rubber.
Used in Formula One racing and discarded after each performance.
Yeah, well, this is no race track, is it, pal?
Obviously not. Could it be we're dealing...
with some high-class type of drag racers?
Called banzai-running, KITT. A speed kick for the man who has everything.
Wait a minute.
Here's something.
All right, give me an analysis of this paint chip, will you?
It's exotic and highly unusual, Michael. It might take a while.
These guys use racing tires. The chances are they use racing fuel.
Get me a list of the places handling nitromethane.
Right away.
There's only one outlet in this area, Michael.
One will do just fine, pal.
Private club, huh?
Judging by their signs, I'd say it's not a very social one.
That's all right, pal.
This isn't a social call.
Is that any way to treat a brother racer?
Since you speak English, I assume that you can read it, too.
This is for members only and you're trespassing.
Oh, I'm sorry. I was just hoping to meet some of the boys.
Get in on some of the banzai action.
You got the wrong club, stretch.
Banzai racing's illegal.
Hey, come on, you're talking to me now.
Like the Boss says, cars like this were "Born to Run".
Hands off!
What's the "E" stand for?
It stands for either you walk out of here right now...
or I call security and they bounce you out.
Take a little picture of this and trace it, will you?
Right away, Michael.
Well, it's been a real pleasure meeting you...
and we've got to do it again sometime.
Michael, I've got the trace on that club logo.
Lay it on me, pal. They call themselves the Racer's Edge.
Sounds right for a bunch of yahoos...
who like to push it to the limit, huh?
You might be interested in knowing their president also owns the LA Cougars.
Mark Taylor?
You really know your football, don't you, Michael?
Right, left, right.
But Mark, somebody may already be on to us.
I just got a call from the club.
Ladonna said some guy in a black T-top, a Michael...
Knight. I got the same call. Difference is, I'm not panicking.
Mark, Stacy's on the critical list.
If she dies, we're accessories to murder.
We gotta do something about this.
We gotta deal with this thing before it's too late.
Calm down. Just take a look around.
Everything you see I own. And a whole lot more.
Now, you think I got all this by not taking care of little details?
Believe me, it cost, but our alibi is covered.
Tell that to Stacy's father. Why didn't you say he was a cop?
Jack, I have to buy other people...
but I count on friends like you. Listen to me.
You're overreacting.
You're ready to be crucified on a billboard on Sunset Boulevard.
Now all confessing is going to do is drastically lower both our lifestyles.
It is not going to help Stacy.
No, I guess you're right.
Remember that the next time you start to panic.
Everything's gonna work out fine.
He's gonna crack, sooner or later.
I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.
Michael, did you know that on third down...
72.3% of the time the defensive team will blitz?
Well, I'm glad to see you're starting to appreciate the game, buddy.
Yes. I place its complexity somewhere above checkers...
and below World War II.
...three, four. Stretch out.
One, two, three, four.
And over. One, two, three, four.
Side. Right. Left.
And twist it.
Right, right, and left. Left and right.
Right, left, and right and right.
Left and left. Right and right.
Left and left and rock, two, three, four.
Okay, guys, that's it. Great, team.
Excuse me. Are you Diane Landra?
Yes. Hi, my name is Michael Knight.
I'm a friend of Stacy's.
Oh, no, don't tell me she's... No, no, she's holding her own.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.
It's just so horrible, what happened last night.
Well, do you know what happened?
Where she was going?
No. She never told me.
Nice meeting you.
Diane. Look, I'm just trying to find out who ran down Stacy.
You want that too, don't you?
Well, I'm sorry. It's just I feel so much of this is my fault.
You see, she became a cheerleader because of me.
Are you saying being a cheerleader had something to do with this?
Everything all right, Diane?
Sure. This is Michael Knight. He's a friend of Stacy's.
I hope to heaven she's gonna be all right. Yeah, yeah, me too.
You finished for the day? Yes, I am, Mr. Taylor.
I thought I'd stop by the hospital. Good girl.
Thanks.
Nice lines. Is it fast?
Yeah. I'd say it's about the fastest thing on four wheels.
Oh, now, that's quite a boast, Mr. Knight.
Well, why don't you try me?
I mean, you are the number one guy at Racer's Edge, aren't you?
That's true.
I'm also pretty busy. I've got my boys to think about.
We're gonna win the Super Bowl this year.
Yeah!
I'll tell you what.
Our number two man can give you quite a race.
Well, I gotta start somewhere.
Why not? Of course, Jack won't run for fun.
$50,000 is his normal wager.
Still interested? No, no, I'm excited.
Time and place. 5:00 p.m.
Club track at Saugus. I'll be there.
Beat him and maybe I'll give you a run myself.
I'll hold you to it.
Are you crazy? Jack's in no shape to race.
I know that. I'll handle Jack.
You just take care of his car.
You plan to race me against one of those banzai baboons?
What better way to get us in tight with the men who caused Stacy's accident?
And if we play our cards right, we might even draw out the car that hit her.
Michael, I hope you know what you're doing.
Well, KITT, every quarterback's gotta scramble once in a while.
At least we're off and running.
Yes, but are we speeding?
No, why?
Pull over!
I didn't know police lieutenants worked traffic detail.
There's obviously a lot about the police you don't know.
Primarily, we don't like amateurs mucking up our investigation...
by wearing out the leads. Get the picture?
Yes, sir. I got it. Good.
Because if I ever hear of you asking questions again...
I'm going to consider slapping you with an obstruction charge.
Just remember one thing. We're on the same side here.
Yeah. What side is that?
If anyone smelled a little hinky, it's you, Mr. Michael Knight.
I checked you out. Up to two years ago, you didn't exist.
Now do me a favor. Disappear again.
How's Stacy? The same.
Any objections to someone saying a prayer for her?
Sure, she needs all she can get.
Buddy, I'm starting to worry about Jim. He's wound pretty tight.
So I see. But you might consider worrying a bit about Devon.
You haven't asked him for the race money yet.
You got any strategy, pal? How about the quarterback sneak?
All right. Get me Devon.
Hello, Devon. Hello, Michael.
Are you sitting down? How much do you want?
$50,000.
Now I'm sitting down.
Michael, sometimes you really know how to hurt a guy.
That car isn't fit to shine my bumpers.
Let's keep the race fairly close, pal.
We just want to move up in the organization.
Is that the price of admission? Yeah, that's it.
You can count it if you want. But don't worry, it's coming right back to me.
Five laps, Mr. Knight.
Let it rock.
Michael, the tires on that car match up with the prints at the accident site.
But this car's red, not gold, like the paint chip.
Oh, we're getting warmer, huh?
Michael, he's losing it, and his wiring is shorting out.
I gotta get him out, KITT. That nitro could blow any second.
Jack!
I wonder why we do it.
So do I, Mr. Taylor.
So do I.
Dr. Hoffman. 64, please.
Any improvement?
A little.
Well, even a little is encouraging.
You wouldn't listen to me, would you!
You couldn't keep your nose out of it.
If you're talking about Lehigh...
You bet that's who I'm talking about!
His car was there that night! I was this far from picking him up.
You just cost me my number one suspect. Lehigh didn't run down Stacy.
You don't know that for sure!
The car he was racing was red. The one that hit Stacy was gold.
Now that much I do know.
All right, so even if he didn't do it himself...
I could've got him to tell me who did.
No way. You were two steps behind.
Lehigh was a dead man the minute he drove on that track.
It was no accident.
Maybe it's time we started working together.
Working together!
Yeah, Jimbo, working together. Hey, wait a minute.
Jimbo, it's a name out of the past. What made you call me that?
I don't know. It just seemed natural.
Natural, huh? You're sure that's all it is?
Yeah, I'm sure!
It's only natural for me to work alone, so forget it.
Thinking about Stacy? Yeah.
I really miss her. That makes two of us.
Diane, has this Michael Knight been around again?
No, why?
Oh, just curious.
He's been asking my friends a lot of questions lately...
and poking his nose into my business.
I won't tolerate that.
And there's something else I won't tolerate.
Disloyalty.
I expect my friends, my players...
all the people who work for me to give 110% loyalty all the time.
You understand that?
Yes.
That's my girl.
And so if this Knight come around again...
you're gonna send him away and you're gonna call me, right?
If that's what you want.
I'm glad we had a chance to talk.
You have a good evening. Yeah.
Thanks for the lift. You bet.
Bye.
Taylor drive all his Kittens home?
If it's any of your business, my car's in the shop. He offered me a lift.
No kidding. That's what I call supporting your local cheerleader.
Look, what do you want?
I want to know who Stacy had a date with last night.
I'm her roommate, not her shadow.
She's also your best friend.
I don't know.
Diane, Stacy's in a coma. There's a good chance she may not come out of it.
Don't you think I know that?
If you care, then tell me.
I can't. Why not?
All right. Yesterday you said...
it had something to do with her being a cheerleader.
Wait a minute...
Mark Taylor. Stacy had a date with Mark Taylor. Is that it?
He told me he didn't have anything to do with her accident.
They'd had dinner earlier that evening...
and then he was called out of town. And you believe that?
You don't? No, I don't.
Not for a second. Diane, he was there. You believe that.
All right, thanks a lot. You helped.
Michael, the airport logs confirm Taylor's alibi.
So his private jet took off and landed, huh?
That doesn't mean he was on it.
By the way...
anything on the analysis on that paint chip from the accident site?
It's a special high-lead racing paint from a factory in Italy.
They make a car called the Dagger DX.
All right, show me what you've got on that car.
A double turbo 600 horse engine. Zero to 60 in 3.5 seconds.
Top speed 200 plus.
Totally illegal to drive in this country by all civilized standards.
Yeah, well, no one ever accused these guys of being civilized.
Any chance Taylor owns one?
With his money, anything is possible...
although I can't find a registration to prove it.
Then maybe we'll just have to find another way to prove it, pal.
Scan the area. See if you can find a way in.
Michael, there is one open gate.
All right. Let's go for it.
Why do I feel like I'm entering the jaws of a cougar?
It's football fever, pal.
Oh, well, I sure hope there's a cure.
Woe! Nice catch, buddy.
Why are those helmeted behemoths after me, Michael?
Because you got the ball, buddy.
I really don't enjoy this game.
Hey, pal, what are you doing?
It's not a game, pal, it's showtime.
I want the spotlight to be on us.
Him again.
I'll give him credit for one thing...
he knows how to make an entrance.
Hey, you know, you're a regular Marcus Allen.
Frankly, Michael, I prefer being a Knight Industries 2000.
Fantastic! I've never seen moves like that before.
Hey, well, you should see me on my pass plays.
I'm pretty aggressive on offense myself.
Somehow, this doesn't sound like football talk to me.
Who said that?
Don't listen to him. He knows nothing about football.
Very impressive, Knight. But you're interrupting my practice again.
Hey.
You promised me a race, remember?
You don't want your boys here to think...
you don't have the guts to go one-on-one, do you?
You're pushing it. Oh, really?
Well, if you want to back down in front of all these people, no hard feelings.
Have a real safe day, Mr. Taylor.
You!
You want a race, you got one. But not for money. I'm talking pink slips now.
Your car for mine.
You got the guts for that?
I'll meet you at the track. No track. Streets.
Midnight.
Banzai. You're on.
Michael, I knew a man like Taylor wouldn't bring out the guilty car for a race.
I didn't think he would either, pal.
Then what are we going to do now? Now...
it's on to Plan B.
Plan B, what is Plan B?
Not now, buddy, we got a race to run.
Michael, you lost me. What happened to Plan B?
This is Plan B.
I'm going to shut all your systems down now, partner.
Oh, no, Michael! You're not handing me over to that...
It's the only way, pal.
It's the only way.
Take good care of it, huh?
Just be glad your car is the only thing you lost.
Push me again and you're history.
Hang in there, buddy.
Michael, how could you have done this?
Bonnie, it was the only way. Losing him in a race?
Really, Michael, you overstepped your bounds.
For the last time, I didn't lose him.
To keep Taylor from discovering all of KITT's capabilities...
I turned off all of his functions except the homing signal.
I figured that would lead us to where Taylor is keeping the Dagger DX.
Fine, fine! Except that I've got so much interference...
I can't tell what's coming from KITT and what isn't.
Why now, all right, all right, let's keep calm.
Bonnie, where is the primary signal coming from?
Considering the reflections, I can't even hazard a guess.
Maybe the interference is coming...
from some power lines or something we could get past.
Now, can you at least get me a starting point?
South. South, okay, let's go.
You bring this. Devon, I need your keys.
I hope it works, Michael. We'll make it work.
Diane, what is this nonsense about you quitting the team?
I want to go back home. Back to my folks.
When I hired you, you said it was a chance of a lifetime.
National exposure and all that. Why the change of heart?
It's Michael Knight, isn't it? No.
What did he tell you? Nothing.
Then he did talk to you.
Diane, come on. Friends don't lie to each other.
You lied to me, Mr. Taylor. And I can't work for you anymore.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, too.
Talk to me.
The signal's stronger now, but it's in multiples.
Bonnie, spare me the technical analysis.
I need a direction. Right or left?
Left.
Forget pulling the engine on the car, boss.
I can't even get under the hood.
What's she doing here? She knows.
Tie her up.
Michael, the signal's almost at full strength. We're getting closer.
What's around here?
Taylor's stadium and headquarters. That's gotta be it.
Jim Courtney. Yeah, patch me through. It's an emergency.
This is Courtney.
Jim, it's Michael Knight. Look, I don't have time to explain...
but if you want the man who ran down Stacy...
meet me behind the Taylor building. I'm on my way.
Let's get ready to move.
What's the plan?
I think it'd be a lot better for both of us, friend, if you didn't know.
Okay, bright eyes. What have you got?
Jim. It was Mark Taylor.
The car he drove was somewhere in that complex.
No one knows this place better than you.
Let's go.
What's behind here? Maintenance stairway.
It can get us anyplace.
How did you know I could find my way around here with my eyes closed?
Only two people knew that this was on my rookie beat.
My watch commander and my old partner, Michael Long.
You want to talk now or you want to find that car?
KITT, can you read me?
Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty...
I've just reactivated your systems.
I'm so glad you're here. They've got Diane. Hurry!
Where are you, buddy?
It's some sort of private garage, Michael.
- That help any? - You know it.
Who was that?
- Another partner? - No. No, that's just a friend on the inside.
I'll take it from here. Open the door.
There's the door.
- All right, you take high and I'll take low. - You got it, Mike.
Glad to have you back in the driver's seat, Michael.
That makes two of us, pal.
Let's go get him.
All right, KITT, give me a readout of what's ahead.
Michael, two miles of extremely hazardous curves.
That doesn't seem to be slowing him down, does it?
Michael, these curves are too critical for that car.
KITT, we gotta stop him.
KITT, warm up your microwave jam?
Michael, for that to work we have to be within 50 yards of our target.
Michael, the target is in range.
There's no way Taylor would be able to control the skidding on these curves.
He's losing it anyway, buddy.
But if you try it, you could kill them.
If I don't try, they're gonna go right over the cliff.
All right. It's a go, pal!
Not today, pal.
You're not worth it.
You all right?
Oh, I am now.
Your father tells me you'll be dancing again real soon.
Yes. The Ballet Academy even agreed to hold my scholarship for me.
She's gonna be a real superstar.
Just wait and see.
That's terrific.
Oh, thanks for your help.
My pleasure.
By the way, I've got a little present for you.
- Oh, come on, there's no need for that. - No, no, it's a...
Used to belong to a partner of mine.
- You remind me of him a lot. - No kidding.
- What was his name? - Michael Long.
Special guy.
By any standards.
Thanks.
I'll take real good care of it.
- See you around. - Yeah.
Bye, Stacy.
Bye. Thanks.
Michael.
Michael, what's this I hear about KITT playing football?
I tell you, Devon, KITT is the next OJ. Check this out.
37, wing right, left.
The bomb. The bomb.
All right, KITT. 36, 24...
36. Hut! Hut!
All right!
Here it comes, buddy.
It's all mine, Michael.
Now for the extra point.
Michael.
Michael, you can't be serious.
Michael, you wouldn't really... Michael!
Banzai!
- Michael! - No!
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