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Michael, he's coming right at us.

I can see that.
Do something.

Put him in the squad.
You're not serious.

- Where's Devon? - Your friend was
in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh, my God!

Where are we going?

To save Michael.

Don't let him cross
that county line.

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.

Pull over.

- Hey, rich car.
- This guy should be good for some big bucks.

Your driver's license?

What seems to be the problem, Officer?
I was going to ask you that.

You got a burr up your muffler?

- I beg your pardon? - You ran through
a posted intersection without stopping.

- I don't wish to tell you your business,
Officer... - Then don't.

But that sign is not
legally posted; it's hidden.

You want to write up
the vehicle, Rex?

Right, Sarge.

You broke that light.
You'll pay for it.

Me? Never touched it.

A broken taillight,
running a stop,

failure to produce license.

You're running up quite a fine.
Which I have no intention of paying.

That stop sign is nothing
but a poorly concealed trap.

I think he's trying
to tell us that we set him up.

Crudely put, but accurate.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll see if I
can find a lawyer to deal with this matter.

- That'll come later. Let's put him in the squad.
- You're not serious.

We're making real good time, buddy. We
should be at the Foundation in about an hour.

I'm afraid there'll be a slight delay. I'm
going to have to make a pit stop very shortly.

Pit stop? Quit kidding around.
You're not that human.

I was using the term
in its literal sense, Michael.

If you'll glance at my fuel gauges, you'll
see that I'm virtually operating on fumes.

Boy, you're right. Bonnie really
goofed up this time, didn't she?

It wasn't Bonnie's fault.
It's just that her route plan...

didn't include the 200-mile diversion...

involving you and that young lady
you met back in...

Yeah. Never mind that.
I'll find you some blood, Dracula.

A very inept analogy,
if I may say so.

Blood has virtually
no combustible capabilities at all.

Now remember, Michael, my synthesizers can
operate on any kind of combustible fluids.

That's some kind of car, Mother.

Oughta be good for one new tire
and a couple of hoses, at least.

Give me the ice pick, will ya?

I don't want to have to spend
a day getting my tanks purged.

A very distasteful procedure.

Okay, okay.

Afternoon, mister.
What'll it be?

Afternoon. Fill 'er up, please.

Uh, where's your cap, buddy?

That's okay. It's a little
complicated. I'll take care of it.

- Check under your hood?
- No, sir, don't bother.

Oh, no trouble.

I wouldn't do that
to my tire, if I were you.

That's enough help, my friend.

Ow.

You okay?
Uh, sure. Sure.

How much do I owe you there?
Uh, nothin'.

Forget it. It's on the house.

Hey, thanks.

- Some people.
- I know, buddy. I know.

He do any damage?

To me? You must be jesting.

Perhaps with some plastique,
a jackhammer...

a diamond-edged hacksaw,
he may have had an outside chance...

of throwing out a circuit or two,
but damage?

The least you can do is give me
some decent bread and water.

- His Highness is still complainin', huh?
- Nonstop.

You can listen to him for a while.
I'm due over at Sinclair Headquarters.

I'm acting night watch commander
for the whole county tonight.

What a delightful thought.

Almost makes me feel glad
to be spending the night in jail.

It's all yours, Rex, old buddy.

Have a cool evening, hear?

I don't know, KITT.
I don't know.

Michael, if you didn't
want my expertise,

why did you just program me
with all this data?

- Okay, okay.
- Here it is, Michael.

I'll take S.C. Over Notre Dame, but I
think you're dead wrong about Penn State.

They'll never make the point spread.

Hello.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi, Bonnie. What's up?

Help.
Help? What's that supposed to mean?

It means Devon's in jail.

Devon's busted? Come on.
That's ridiculous.

Unfortunately, it also
happens to be true.

What did they get him for?
Assault with a deadly crumpet?

He was on his way to meet
a reporter named Reston...

when he was picked up
on a traffic violation.

A traffic violation?
And he's probably gonna fight it, huh?

This I would love to see.
Where's he being held?

A little town called Lyndhurst Flats.

Strange. That's exactly 412 miles
straight ahead of us on this route.

Why I called.

And that's where we're going.

All right. Let's go.
Okay. All right.

Well, well, well.
What've we got here?

Our favorite member of the press,
Frank Reston, in person.

You guys are absolutely hilarious.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Wait a minute, bozo. You can't book me without a breath test.

You're a troublemaker, Reston.

We don't need no breath test
to tell that.

Why don't you just get on in there?

Reston? Frank Reston?

Fifth Amendment, old boy.

I'll have a Fifth Amendment.

That's a great name
for a booze, huh?

I'm Devon Miles.

That's an okay name for a liqueur,
I guess, but... not for a real booze.

I'm Devon Miles
from the Foundation.

You wrote me a letter about
an investigation you're conducting.

Oh, I remember you.

How come you never wrote me back?

I decided to come and talk
to you personally.

Well, you picked
a lousy place for a meeting.

We can't talk here.

Wallace here.

Hey, Sarge.

You're never gonna believe
who we picked up on a D & D rap.

The mayor.
Come on. Be serious.

Frank Reston, that creep.

That loudmouth reporter's been trying to nail
something on us for the last three and a half years.

- Reston, huh? All you got was on drunk
and disorderly? - Yep.

- That's it. - Too bad you couldn't get something
real good, something like a sex offense.

Well, you know, Sarge,
something could be arranged.

I'll tell you what.

It's gonna be a slow night.

Why don't you bring good old Frank
over here to see me at Sinclair.

He and I are gonna
have a long talk.

- Right away, Sarge.
- Thanks, Rex.

Okay, guys, fun time's over!

How much is it gonna cost me
to get outta here?

Are you insinuating
that we might take a bribe?

Oh, just a shot in the dark.

I don't know what ever made me
think that I could corrupt...

a couple of honest officials
such as yourselves.

Look, why don't you
just take it easy, huh?

I'd like to give you the same advice. These
fellows have a unique way of interpreting the law.

You don't have to tell me about it, pal.
I know all about these guys...

and their boss, Judge Paxton.

- Ain't that right, boys?
- I wouldn't know about that.

But I do know they want to see you at
headquarters in Sinclair. So let's get going.

Well, suppose I don't wanna go
to Sinclair just right now?

Well,

the book doesn't say anything
about what you do or don't want.

They tell me to take you,
you're gonna go.

An offer I can't resist, huh?

All right. Okay.

Let's go.

Easy.

My mother'll get mad at you.

All right. Let's go.

KITT, you sure you know
where this place is?

Of course I do. We're approaching
the city limits even as we speak.

Hey, right you are, old buddy.
Michael,

remember we're due
in Phoenix at 5:00 today.

Yeah. That can wait.

I wouldn't miss the chance to bail out our
illustrious leader for all the pasta in Italy.

- Two officers are here to see you,
Judge Paxton. - Show them in.

All right, Wallace. What's the
big emergency? What's the problem?

It's that reporter, Reston,
we busted last night.

What about him?

We were sort of talking to him and
went a little overboard. He's dead.

What?

Look, we barely touched him,
Judge. I mean...

Well, the guy just sort of
blacked out all of a sudden.

You incompetent fools.

Do you realize what this means?

That's the last thing we need... For this
county to be swarmin' with investigators.

Judge, I think we can cover it up.
Make it look like an accident?

- No one will even know he's been arrested.
- Except that guy in jail.

What are you talking about?

Some British dude we picked up in
the speed trap. He's the only witness.

Well, in that case,
you boys better make sure...

you find a way
to keep his mouth shut...

till this whole thing blows over.

- Right?
- Right.

Well, this looks like the place.

Don't you go sightseeing, huh?
I shall return.

- What if you're required to post a bond?
- Don't worry.

I promise I won't
put you up for collateral.

Sorry, Mrs. Reston, we can find
no arrest record for a Frank Reston.

Who said anything about arrest?
All I want to know is where he is.

I've checked down at the paper,
and they don't know.

I've looked in every bar
in town. Nothing.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

If I were you, Mrs. Reston, I'd go home
and wait for him. He's bound to show up.

- First of all, he's my ex-husband.
- I wish I could help, Mrs. Reston.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Hi.
What can I do for you?

- Well, I'm here to pick up Devon Miles.
- Oh.

Well, as you can see, Mr. Miles
is no longer staying with us.

What'd he do, spring himself?

No, nothing like that. We transferred him over
to Sinclair. It's about 20 miles from here.

Why's that?
We're not equipped for long stays.

Besides, your friend preferred a cell to a fine,
so we moved him where he'd be more comfortable.

- When's his court appearance?
- You'll have to check with the county clerk about that.

That's all. I'm busy.

Excuse me. Seems like we got
a kind of similar problem.

I'm kind of a stranger in town.
I was hoping maybe you could help me.

Don't see why not.

Look, I'm on my way to Sinclair.

You're welcome to come along.
Maybe he's there.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey, this is some car.
Yeah, it is. Thanks.

Wait a minute. Carol Reston? My boss, Devon
Miles, stopped off here to see a guy named Reston.

Same fella?
Uh, yeah. It has to be.

Any idea why?
No, not a clue.

Well, maybe our meeting like this could turn
out to be a lucky break for both of us, huh?

Maybe it could at that.

When was the last time
you saw your ex?

Of course, that was always
his excuse when we were married.

What kind of work does he do?
He's an investigative reporter.

And let me tell you,
in this town that's a full-time job.

There.
There it is.

Sorry, we haven't got
a Frank Reston or a Devon Miles.

Wait a minute. The police at Lyndhurst
Flats just told me they sent 'em over here.

- Now you're telling me you don't have 'em
in your jails here? - That's correct.

- Well, I'm a little confused.
- You want me to call 'em?

Yes, sir, I'd like you to call 'em. I'd
like to find some answers, if you don't mind.

Uh, no, that's okay. We've gotta go back
there anyway. We'll straighten everything out.

- Whatever you say.
- Wait a minute. We're not going anywhere.

Michael, your boss is not here.
Please, let's just get out of here.

You folks have a nice day...
on your way out of town.

- What was that all about? - I think there's a few
things that you're not aware of.

Yeah, like one,
the whereabouts of Devon Miles.

All right. If you wanna go back
on your wild goose chase, go ahead.

- I just thought you might like to know
what you're up against. - What do you mean?

- Have you ever heard of Judge Paxton?
- No. Who is he?

He runs this county. And from what Frank
tells me, he does it with an iron fist.

If he wants someone to disappear,
nobody asks any questions.

Carol, all Devon did
was break the speed limit.

He, uh, enjoys his tailor-mades.

My, my, what a smell.
All squeaky clean, are we?

I've had the pleasure of
one of your antiseptic showers.

Yes. Well, the county hates the thought
of nasty bugs in your designer pants.

By the way, I love your accent.

- Just a fitting, Pink. Save the socializing, huh?
- What's your shoe size?

- Ten and a half, "D." - Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
We've just had a run on half sizes.

You'll have to wear
two pair of socks instead.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Oh, we aim to please.
If you need anything else,
Your Highness, just ask for Pink.

Come on before he
invites you to tea.

There's some guy in town
asking questions about Devon Miles.

Well, I don't doubt that.

This just came in.

Seems that Mr. Devon Miles
is the executive director...

of the Foundation
of Law and Government.

You have gotten us
into one fine fix, Wallace.

Now, you listen to me,
and you listen good.

We can't take the risk
of Miles talkin'.

Judge, he can't do
much talkin' at the facility.

I said I don't wanna
take any chances.

Now, Miles is the only link
that can tie us to Reston.

So I want Mr. Miles
out of the way... for good.

Yeah. It's for you.

- Wallace.
- Wallace?

Butler. That smart-mouthed Knight
just left with Mrs. Reston.

They're headin' back
to Lyndhurst Flats.

I don't think either one
left here very happy.

We'll take care of it.

Pauly, come in.
This is Sergeant Wallace.

Yeah, this is Pauly.
What is it, Sarge?

We got a report on a black car.
License plate: KNIGHT.

K-N-I-G-H-T. Came shooting through
town like a bat out of hell.

- Where's he headed?
- Toward Lyndhurst Flats.

He's about three miles ahead
of you, heading your way.

Well, I should be coming up
on him real soon.

That boy's gonna hurt somebody,
the way he's drivin'.

- Would you mind helping us nail him?
- Not at all, Sarge.

Thanks, Pauly.
We'll be right there.

The more I see of this county's law
enforcement, the more suspicious I get.

Yeah. If you knew
half as much as I do,

you'd be positively paranoid.

Michael, there's a large vehicle approaching
at high speed on the wrong side of the road.

I advise evasive action.

- What was that?
- I'll explain later.

- I'm coming up on him now, Sarge.
- You know what to do.

That truck sure picked
a bad time to pass.

He's coming right at us.

- Do something.
- Michael, hit the brake.

Michael, put it in reverse.

Just hang on.

What the... No car can go
that fast in reverse.

Michael, why reverse?
We could have jumped over.

Because I wanna stay with these guys
and find out who put 'em up to it.

Who can drive that good going
backwards at that kind of speed?

What the hell
kind of a car is that?

Look out!

Whoa!

- Aren't you sorry we gave that guy
such a hard time? - We're gonna fix him now.

- You okay?
- I think so.

That trucker sure has a strange way
of getting his jollies.

That's only because
you think he was kidding.

Anyway, as I was saying, the judge
has this county in his pocket.

Not a buck changes hands that he
doesn't get a piece of somehow.

- And Frank was onto this?
- That's what was keeping Frank alive.

Look, five years ago,
Frank and I were
this real hotshot team...

working on the biggest
newspaper in Texas.

And then he started
drinking heavy and,

well, one thing led to another,
and we wound up in Lyndhurst Flats.

And that was mostly
the judge's fault too.

Really? Why's that?

Remember that skywalk that collapsed at the
Skylighter Hotel down here about three years ago?

- Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. A hundred
people were killed, right? - Right.

Well, the judge's
principle source of income...

was the Paxton Cement Company.

Anyway, it seems that there was
too much sand and not enough
cement in that skywalk.

And things got pretty hot
down here for a while.

- And Frank found a story he could win with.
- Right.

He could smell the Pulitzer prize...

and just see the Washington Post or the New
York Times begging him to go back big-time.

Anyway, he has been sniffing
at Paxton's heels for three years now...

and getting nowhere fast.

The story's there, all right.
It's just the proof isn't.

Well, that's tough, huh?
It's tough for both of you.

I mean, the connection's there
between Devon and Frank and the judge.

But, I mean, where are they?
I mean, if they're not in the jails,

where could the judge
be stashing them in this county?

Killing them would be the easiest.
No. No, ease up.

If the judge wanted to do that,
he could've done that a long time ago.

If the judge put up with Frank all these years,
he's not about to do something that drastic now,

especially with Devon Miles
in the picture.

Well, of course, there is
the county correctional facility.

Can we get in there?

No way. Unless, of course,
we announce ourselves,

and then I'm afraid we're gonna get
the same old runaround.

Well, then we'll just have
to go in unannounced.

Hmm.

Pink, you awake?

Shep, what are you doing here?

- How'd you get those keys?
- It wasn't easy.

Look, I got it all figured out. We're bustin'
outta here first thing tomorrow morning.

- Shh!
- What's the matter?

- Damn! Who's he?
- He's my new cell mate. His name's Devon.

I think he's British or somethin'.

I don't care what he is.
He's foulin' up my plan good.

How?

Because three is a crowd
when it comes to escapin;

Put your mind at rest.
I have no intention of leaving this place...

until I have my day in court.

- That's what you think.
- Wait a minute. Why does he have to go with us?

'Cause he knows we're goin',
that's why.

What's to stop him from blowing the
whistle on us the minute we make our break?

- You have my word.
- Right, we have his word.

Shut up, Pink.
I say he's coming, and that's final.

- I assume I have some say in this matter.
- Look.

You either come out with us,
or stay here dead.

Personally, I'd just
as soon not kill you.

- The choice is yours.
- Thank you. What's your plan?

- We get out in the truck.
- Truck? What truck?

The one that starts with this key.
It'll be right outside in the morning.

All we gotta do is get over
the wall, and we're home free.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

How do you propose to climb
a 15-foot wall in broad daylight?

I was working on it.

You were working on it.

The whole key to the success of this plan
is our success in getting over the wall,

and you were working on it.

- Well, you got a better idea?
- Not at the moment,

but, if pressed, it wouldn't be
difficult to come up with one.

Somehow, Devon, you don't strike me
as your typical jailbreaker.

Yes, that's what the Gestapo thought.

That's how I was able to escape from
two German prison camps during the war.

That's kinda interesting.

If you insist on my coming with you,
please give me the pleasure...

of devising a suitable scheme
for our departure.

- How much further?
- We got about 40 minutes before we get there.

Maybe you can tell me some more
about this wonderful car of yours.

Well, since we'll be going
into action real soon,

I think this is as good a time as any
to introduce you to KITT.

Kitt? Who's Kitt?

- You're on, KITT.
- Very well, Michael.

Allow me to introduce myself, Carol.

I am KITT, whom you may regard as
the voice of the Knight Two Thousand.

What was that?
A recording?

Not exactly.
In fact, not at all.

Now, if you'll allow me to continue,
I will attempt to describe...

most of the qualities and capabilities
of this truly unique vehicle.

You only got 40 minutes.

I'll try to squeeze it all in.

At any rate, starting with the indestructible
alloy that makes up my outer shell...

Sign, Devon.

- What the hell do you think you're doin'?
- You looked hungry.

- Man, you're askin' for it.
- So are you, pal!

That does it!

Hold it!

Way to go, Devon!

Save the applause.
We're not out of the woods yet.

- Wallace here.
- Yeah. You better get over here right now.

- What's going on? - Three men just escaped from
the workhouse, and one of them is Devon Miles.

- Excuse me, sir. Where is the warden?
- Someplace around. Who are you?

I'm just a messenger. Judge Paxton sent me
over with an urgent message for the warden.

Oh. Judge Paxton? Hmm.

Well, I guess that's okay. You might start
looking for him in the administration building.

Around to your left.
Thank you.

By the way, what's
going on around here?

- Three guys just busted outta here, and there's
gonna be hell to pay over that. - I bet. Glad it's not my problem.

Thank you.

They may be over the wall, but they're not off
the grounds. Step on it! We can still catch 'em!

There they are!
We got 'em! No sweat!

They're still gaining on us.

There's no way.
We can't outrun 'em.

Devon, watch out.
There's a work crew there.

I have an idea.
What are you gonna do?

You'll see.

Oh, my God!

Watch out!

- Hey, KITT?
- Yes, Carol.

- What's going on? - I'm receiving a transmission
from Michael. Go ahead, Michael.

KITT, we just hit the jackpot.
Devon's here.

Correction.

Was here.

Where's Devon?
That's what I'm trying to find out.

He and two inmates
just busted outta here.

Devon Miles busting out of jail.
I don't believe that.

- Oh, it's true, all right.
- What was he doing here in the first place?

Your friend was in the wrong place
at the wrong time, and so are you.

Let's go, hero.

I need help fast.

Where are we going?

To save Michael.

Sarge, this is Saunders.

- Yeah, what is it?
- We caught Pink and Shep in the pickup.

- What about Miles? - We think he's hiding
in the grove down by the river.

All right. Flush him out
and shoot to kill.

All right. Get in the car.
Get in the backseat.

- You'll never get out of here. They'll blow this
car to pieces. - We'll see about that. Get in there!

Wallace is in trouble!

- If he moves, put a hole in him!
- Open fire!

Where are those groves
your partner was talking about?

- Take a right at the next dirt road. - You
get on that walkie-talkie. You call your boys.

Tell 'em you're on your way.
Forget it.

Shoot him.

- Saunders, listen to me.
- Don't worry, Sarge.

He's hiding in the grove
down by the river.

Keep him cornered, but don't... I
repeat, do not kill him. Wait for me.

Whatever you say, Sarge,

but I oughta tell you Judge Paxton's got
a $10,000 price tag on His Highness's head.

These boys want at him pretty bad.

We got him now!
He went this way! Come on!

KITT, you got the scanners going?

Michael, I'm picking up a single individual
being pursued by two others.

It should be Devon.
Heading: 183. Range: 350 meters.

Who said that?

I'd love for you to stick around and
find out, but I'm afraid we need the room.

Enjoy your flight.

Your timing couldn't have
been more felicitous.

"Felicitous"? That mean
you're glad to see me?

I've never been happier
to see anyone in my life.

I hit him!
I swear I hit that car!

Come on!
We can't let 'em get away!

- How do we get outta here? - You better
swing around and go back the way we came in.

Damn farmers!

We'll take the high road
and cut 'em off.

There's one above us
and one below us.

Michael, the brake.

Look out!

Now, that's incredible.

- We still have to make it to the county line, though.
- We should have a clear shot now.

Doesn't that deserve a word of thanks?

Pauly, this is Saunders.

Listen, I don't care what it takes.
Just don't let him cross that county line.

You got it. Pete, are you
anywhere near the bridge?

About a half a mile, Pauly.
What do you need?

Block the bridge for me. There's a
guy in a black car that needs stopping.

Will do, Pauly.

I'll hold him here in the middle of the
bridge, Pauly. Sucker won't get past me.

Michael, we're approaching
the county line.

It's just over the bridge.
Thank God.

Yeah, I'm on their tail.
We got 'em in a squeeze play.

Uh-oh.

Michael, I've done a scan
on the stalled vehicle ahead.

Automotively speaking, there's
absolutely nothing wrong with it.

It's a trap.

We got 'em. We're gonna make
tin tortillas out of that flashy car.

- Michael, don't you think you'd
better do something? - Hold on.

You're not thinking of...
Oh, my word, you are!

What is that?

Good afternoon, Judge. I was beginning
to fear that you might not show up.

Who are you? And how did
you get in here anyway?

Oh, details. Mere details.

The important thing is that I'm here,
and I'm quite sure that you know who I am.

- Yes, Mr. Devon Miles.
- Very perceptive of you.

But they told me you'd escaped yesterday.

And how right they were,
but, as you see, I've come back.

For what?
Why, to collect you, of course.

Once we got away,
we went straight to the state police.

They were very interested in our assorted
tales about you and your colleagues,

especially in how
you killed Frank Reston.

- Now, just a minute. - In point of fact,
they've already rounded up Sergeant Wallace,

Officer Saunders and all the others,
whom, I'm happy to say,

talked quite freely about a great
number of things, but mostly about you.

So you see, Judge,
you've been bagged.

Not on your life, Miles.

I'm leaving, and you're
not about to stop me.

My!

That felt simply wonderful.

I'd forgotten how exhilarating
freedom can be.

Nothing like a little time in the slammer
to make you appreciate the wide-open spaces.

True, but it was time well spent.

We managed to clean up
some rather nasty business back there.

The bad guys behind bars
and the good guys walkin' away.

All except poor Frank Reston.

I'm afraid he paid a rather heavy
price for his persistence.

Yeah, but like Carol said
when she found out they killed him,

by dying, he accomplished
everything he tried to in life.

The story he left behind, Devon...
he's a cinch for the Pulitzer prize.

It's rather an expensive price,
don't you think?

- I wonder if he would have thought so.
- Yeah, I wonder.

KITT, what's happening?
Why are you slowing down?

I've picked up what could be a police
officer about a hundred meters ahead.

That's okay.
You're only doing 55.

I know, I know. But considering Mr. Miles's
tact when it comes to dealing with the police,

I thought it'd be best
not to take any chances.

Now, look here, KITT.
What are you trying to say?

Michael Knight, a lone crusader
in a dangerous world,

the world of the Knight Rider.