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You must be some kind of a driver, Michael Knight.

I thought you said she was blind!

Seeing isn't necessarily knowing.

I heard that shot ring out.

I want the eyewitness.

Maybe he's just angry at someone.

He's angry at someone, all right.

KITT, where are we?

Inside the compactor.

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.

No problem, Alfredo.

Your friend here just can't hold his tequila.

Go back to work.

I understand.

No, if we agree to accept the case,

we'll agree to your terms and conditions.

I have papers, evidence against him.

I will give you the papers, but if he finds out,

he will kill me.

Don't worry.

We'll have someone there for you.

Now, if you'll just give me your name.

Devon, how do you know it's not a crank caller?

I mean, maybe he's just angry at someone.

He's angry at someone, all right.

The difference is, the man he's angry with is Louis Gastner.

Michael, here is the police arrest report

on Louis Gastner.

Gastner, Louis R. Age.: 54.

White male.

Eight arrests for grand theft, larceny, and extortion.

Name a crime, and he's been accused of it.

Only problem is nobody's been able to get a conviction on him.

This "evidence drop, " as you call it,

is all very strange and unorthodox, Michael.

It's what the caller ordered. All part of the plan.

I don't think I'm going to like this.

Relax. Piece of cake.

I've heard that before.

For instance, when we went up against Goliath.

No, Michael, it's this location.

Parking lots depress me.

With all these cars? I thought you'd feel right at home.

It's precisely all these cars that bother me.

Here they sit, left in the sweltering sun,

for all practical purposes forgotten

while their owners browse in air-conditioned comfort.

Don't take it personally.

There's row D. Here we go.

All right. I was told to wait in the mall.

You wait here. Informant will come by

and drop the evidence in the window in about two minutes.

Now I'm a mobile mailbox.

All right, Devon wants a visual on this,

so I'm activating your video camera.

You buzz me when he makes the drop, okay?

Despite what you may think,

I'm perfectly capable of handling my responsibilities.

Boy, you're touchy.

What did you do? Wake up on the wrong side of the garage this morning?

Very funny.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

John, where are you going?

I'll be right back.

Michael, this could be our informant now.

I got you, KITT.

John.

John.

Don't move him!

All right. Call the paramedics!

I will call them!

All right, everybody, back! Stay back!

I suppose this is your idea of a piece of cake?

Thanks for the reminder, smart guy.

Let's get some history on his plates, huh.

KITT, are we clear to Turbo Boost?

No, Michael. There's a school bus trapped behind the truck!

Can you pick 'em up with your scanner?

They're out of range.

I'm afraid we've lost them, Michael.

Them and 10 years off my life.

Aw!

You know how I feel about that car.

It's potentially incriminating.

Yeah, but that's my car. I love that car.

I hand wax it every weekend.

Changes the oil himself, too.

Look, Mr. Gastner, give me a break.

I'll stash it. I'll have my brother drive it over the state line.

Okay.

Stash it. Stash it good.

Now I want that evidence and the guy

who stole it, no matter who he is.

You understand me?

You shot a guy. Left an eyewitness.

Said so yourself. She looked right at you.

You screwed up. That's human.

I'm forgiving. That's me. All heart.

To a point.

I want the eyewitness.

That was a close one.

You'd better find that girl.

Oscar, let her down.

Easy!

Are you going to be okay in this parking lot?

This is a hospital, not a shopping center.

By definition, there's a valid reason for every car here.

I'm quite comfortable, thank you.

Anything to keep you happy.

Excuse me, I'm lookin' for a Julie Robinson?

Down the hall.

Thank you.

Dr. Jackson, Treatment Room 1.

Dr. Jackson, Treatment Room 1.

Excuse me, are you Julie Robinson?

Mm-hmm.

My name is Michael Knight.

I'm with the Foundation for Law and Government.

I'm the one John was supposed to meet in the parking lot today.

John didn't say anything about meeting anyone.

Whether he said anything or not,

he had some evidence to deliver.

Now, I've spoken to the paramedics and the hospital,

but nobody seems to know anything about it.

Look, uh,

I really don't know what you're talking about.

John and I were simply going shopping

when someone shot him for no reason.

Look, I know this doesn't seem to be the right time

to ask questions,

but, Julie, you were there.

You must've seen where he hid the evidence.

Miss Robinson?

Yes.

The doctor's with John now if you'd like to see him.

Thank you. Sugar?

Michael, I sense something is bothering you.

KITT, our eyewitness to the shooting is blind.

But she moved with such certainty.

Surely I would've noticed.

She also insists that John Murray

had nothing to do with the evidence drop.

Do you believe her?

I don't know. We'll see.

Let's hang out here a minute.

She should be out pretty soon.

What about the Porsche? Any luck?

The car in question is registered to a David Dudley.

Insofar as it was involved in an attempted homicide

shouldn't we share this information with the police?

KITT, the guy called the Foundation

because he couldn't go to the police.

We've got to honor that confidence.

I doubt I'll ever grasp this human need for secrets.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Michael, there's a car approaching that girl at high speed.

What was that black car?

I don't know, but that girl, she's blind.

Sure? As sure as I'm sittin' here.

So much for our eyewitness.

You all right?

Most of me.

Thanks for cutting that maniac off.

You know what happened?

A car was coming at me from over there.

You seemed to be coming at me from over there.

You must be some kind of a driver, Michael Knight.

Wait a minute. How'd you know it was me?

I heard you.

I think whoever tried to kill John

thinks you're an eyewitness just like I did.

What if they still do.

Michael.

Sorry, pal.

I know how you feel about dogs as passengers,

but this one's well trained.

Training is one thing, obeying is quite another.

You've got a computer in your car.

No, Julie, the computer is the car.

KITT, introduce yourself to Julie Robinson.

I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Robinson.

A talking car.

Well, now it's my turn to be impressed.

KITT, is it? What an intriguing voice.

A little too much gain in your tweeter,

and a slight metallic tone to your bass.

Do you really think so?

Make yourself at home.

I'm gonna take Sugar's harness off and give her some water.

Julie, this place is beautiful.

Thank you.

Hey, this painting looks just like Sugar.

Sugar wasn't even born when I painted that.

I was 17 when I lost my sight.

I painted until then.

And now, with John's help, I sculpt.

Wow!

I guess the two of you are real close, huh.

Close? In a way, yes.

You must know why he brought you

to the shopping center at that particular time.

We were going to buy supplies at the art store

at that particular time.

Now, Julie...

You don't believe me, do you?

Well, it's not that I don't believe you,

but isn't it possible John didn't tell you

his real reason for being in there?

No.

How can you be so sure?

The same way I knew you didn't believe me.

I could hear it in your voice.

I would've known if John had been worried or anxious.

No, it's just not possible.

All right. Then why was he reachin' for my car?

What makes you think he was?

I saw him.

Michael, seeing isn't necessarily knowing,

or understanding.

I heard that shot ring out.

I could feel John was hurt.

And all I could do was just stand there.

All right.

Julie, I got a video tape of what happened out there today.

I want you to take a look at it.

Maybe you can hear or feel somethin' I missed.

All right.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

John, where are you going?

I'll be right back.

John.

John was going after Sugar, my dog.

She didn't have her harness on,

and when John opened the door, she slipped out.

Miss Robinson, Sugar is not in the picture.

Why, she has to be. I can hear her.

Could you please play back the tape?

Sure.

There. Do you hear her?

Devon, what's that?

A dog's tail, Michael.

I've run every possible check on John Murray. He's clean.

The man who called me on the telephone had a Spanish accent.

Our John is not a Latino.

He's Irish.

Don't move him!

All right. Call the paramedics!

I'll call them!

There's your Latino.

Don't move him!

All right. Call the paramedics!

I will call them!

He does have an accent.

I'll try to blow it up, but we'll lose some clarity.

Miss Robinson, you really are an excellent eyewitness.

Thank you.

. Just a still town girl on a Saturday night.

. lookin' for the fight of her life.

. In the real-time world no one sees her at all.

. they all say she's crazy.

. Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart.

. changing woman into life.

. She has danced into the danger zone.

. when a dancer becomes a dance.

. It can cut you like a knife.

. if the gift becomes the fire.

. On a wire between will and what will be.

. She's a maniac.

. maniac on the floor.

. And she's dancing like she's never danced before..

This is Gastner's place.

Let's see what we can find out.

It's gonna be tough.

It's a long shot, but I think Gastner's involved.

I fail to see the logic of what we're doing here.

Tryin' a long shot, pal, maybe we'll get lucky.

It's worse than I imagined.

Yeah, I know.

Because everybody has an accent.

No. That machine. That horrible machine.

Look what it's doing.

Wow.

And you thought parkin' lots were bad.

Hello.

Yeah?

I'm lookin' for a guy named Dudley.

Dave Dudley.

He brought his Porsche by my house yesterday

said he wanted to trade it for my car.

Thought I might take him up on his offer, Mr...

Gastner.

Nobody named Dudley works here.

You sure?

Yeah.

But if you find him, take him up on his offer.

You'll be getting the best end of the deal.

All right. Let's get back to work.

Spoken like a true barbarian.

Did you say somethin'?

I certainly did.

That awful man is an insult to the human race

and the automotive industry.

He belongs behind bars.

No argument from me on that one.

KITT, the guy seemed pretty sure of himself.

I think Dudley and his pal realized Julie really is blind.

Then we're back to square one.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Give me all you've got on David Dudley.

Personal habits, hobbies, friends.

Give me the works.

Dudley used to play semi-pro football.

On his time off, he hangs around in the Second Avenue park.

That gives me an idea, KITT.

The way John's improving, he should be able to talk pretty soon.

Well, I'm still not sure I understand your plan.

I thought you were after Gastner.

We are. But as long as Dudley and his buddy

are running interference for him,

we're gonna have to nail 'em first.

But they know I'm blind.

Julie, you said it yourself:

"Seeing isn't necessarily knowing or understanding. "

Don't worry about a thing.

KITT's gonna take real good care of you.

Am I doing all right, KITT?

With a little more practice, we could enter the Indy 500.

Flatterer.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

There's Dudley, Julie.

Good. He saw you.

Dudley, look! Look, it's that broad.

I thought you said she was blind!

You said she was! Come on!

Barbara, wait here!

I believe Michael's ploy is working.

Good. Pedal to the metal, KITT.

This is Officer Peter Gray. 42786.

I've just spotted a blind girl driving a car.

Please advise.

Looks like the little lady ran out of space.

Yeah. She's run out of luck, too.

Hey, open the door. Open the door.

Open the door. Come on!

Don't worry, Julie, everything will be all right.

Well, what are you yelling for?

The car moved. It's got my foot.

It's got my foot!

No, no, no!

Julie, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Somebody's under arrest.

April, there's no way I can identify the man.

He could just as easily be me.

I know.

I'm sorry, Michael. It's the best I could do.

Okay.

Michael, I'm afraid your plan may not pay off.

The police have questioned Dudley and Mel to no avail.

The sports car you described has disappeared.

And there's simply no concrete evidence

linking them to John Murray's shooting.

Well, at least we've kept them out of action for 24 hours.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Julie.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Yeah. Sure, I'll tell him.

Bye-bye.

Good news.

John's regained consciousness.

That is good news.

Maybe we've got an eyewitness after all.

Michael, I've been thinking. If I adJusted my bass

an octave or so, perhaps it might sound more mellow.

What do you think?

KITT, will you stop worrying about your voice?

It's fine. I like it just the way it is.

You wouldn't fib to me, would you?

Never.

Michael, I've been thinking about David Dudley's sports car.

I'm afraid it may have met with a dreadful end.

I don't follow.

It's occurred to me that insofar as the car

is essentially evidence in the shooting,

those hoodlums may have disposed of it

in that crusher at the wrecking yard.

Oh. Well, that would make a compact out of it, wouldn't it?

I fail to see the humor in that.

It's a most humiliating way to go, transformed into a tin can.

Well, I'll remember that the next time I have sardines.

Really, Michael. Sometimes you're so insensitive.

John, I'm real sorry you got caught in the middle of this.

It's just a matter of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was trying to help Julie, and she was telling me not to.

That's the way it is with us.

Where is she, anyway?

Probably down at the cafeteria

telling them how to cook my food.

I got it. Thank you. Okay, straight ahead.

Thank you, Julie.

They're beautiful.

They smell good, too.

John, we're trying to put this puzzle together,

but we're missin' a few pieces.

Oh. I don't know what I can do to help, but anything I can.

Do you remember right after you were shot,

a man callin' out for the paramedics?

He was a Latino.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I remember him.

One minute he was comin' toward me,

like he was going to help me catch Sugar,

then he was gone.

We think he's the key to the whole situation here.

If you saw this guy again, you think you'd recognize him?

I don't think so. No.

I was paying more attention to Sugar.

Then, when I got shot everything went black.

I'm sorry.

Visiting hours are almost over.

I was hoping you could stay a little longer.

I'll be back. You get your rest.

Julie.

Thanks a lot, John. Hang in there.

Where're you goin'?

The wreckin' yard.

I'll find out which one of the Latinos speaks English.

We'll talk to every single one of them if we have to.

Listen, I appreciate your help,

but maybe you should stay here with John.

He's doing fine. And he's in the best of care.

Besides, you have no idea who you're looking for,

and I know exactly what he sounds like.

I think you need me.

You know what I think?

You're right. I do. Let's go.

You know, Julie,

I don't think I'm the only one who needs you.

Come on, Sugar. Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. In you go.

Okay.

"Now is the winter of my discontent

made glorious summer by the sun of York. "

Say what?

Shakespeare. I wanted Julie to hear the tonal purity of my voice.

Very nice. Really.

But do I detect a slight reverberation in your treble?

That does it. My tweeters are sealed.

Is something bothering you, Michael?

Well, I can't hide much from you, can I?

This time it's simple female intuition.

What's wrong?

Nothin's wrong, Julie. I'm just curious.

About?

About you and John.

I told you, Michael, we're close-

I know you said you're close in ways.

Just wondering if that's how John sees it.

No pun intended?

Julie, maybe you're too busy proving you don't need anybody,

you're overlookin' someone who needs you.

Someone who loves you very much.

KITT, is Gastner around?

Now he's not talkin'.

Gastner's car isn't here.

Be careful. This place feels dangerous.

Hello!

Mi nombre is Michael Knight.

I'm from The Foundation for Law and Government.

Your boss, uh, Louis Gastner.

He's a bad man, you know that.

One of you guys called the Foundation for help.

We're here. We want to help.

But you guys got to talk to me.

Please, one of you, tell me what's goin' on.

KITT, that voice over the bullhorn, that's him.

Are you positive, Julie?

Absolutely.

Michael, Julie's identified the man with the bullhorn.

Wait! I'm Michael Knight. Stop!

Hey, stop.

KITT, run some interference for me.

Hold on, Julie.

Look, I want to help. I just wanna talk to you.

Open the door, KITT!

I'm Michael Knight.

I'm with the Foundation. Come on, get in.

You make a terrible mistake, senor.

My name's Alfredo Diaz

and I work for Mr. Gastner for five years.

But I'm an honest man.

Alfredo, I'm sure you are.

That's why you called us in the first place.

That's why I'm here now.

He's the one, Michael. I'm positive.

Alfredo, if you called the Foundation you must've been desperate.

We're ready to help. Why don't you let us?

Allow me, Michael.

All right. Maybe Devon will have better luck.

Come on, Sugar.

That poor man must be frightened to death.

Julie, it's for his own good.

Gastner would do a lot more than scare him if he'd found him first.

Look, I really don't like leavin' you alone here.

I'm not alone. I've got Sugar.

You'll be at the hospital later, right?

And you've got my number at the Foundation if you need me.

Okay. Now, lock the door and don't let anybody in, okay?

Um, I've been thinking about what you said.

Maybe it's true.

Maybe I've been trying so hard to be independent

that I just haven't left room for anybody else in my life.

Thanks.

Okay.

Come on, Sugar.

You said that you had evidence

of Gastner's criminal activities.

Well, why won't you tell us about them now?

You're safe here.

We're never safe.

He would kill me just like he killed Celso.

Celso?

A man from Guadeloupe.

They told me he was drunk.

They put his body in the car, and they put the car...

Alfredo, why did Gastner kill him?

Alfredo, this Foundation exists to help anyone who needs it,

anyone who feels that a wrong must be righted.

You know that. We'll protect you.

Gastner brings people in across the border to work for him.

He gives us money that we must pay back with interest.

The more we make, the more we owe.

Celso refused to pay.

He threatened to go to the police.

He was proud. He was too proud.

The evidence you have on Gastner, where is it now?

I have it hidden.

But now I'll get it for you.

Hello?

Yes?

What? Where?

Yes, I understand.

Thanks for calling.

Dudley and Mel were formally charged with attempted assault.

Bail was set and Gastner posted it before the ink was dry.

Julie!

What is it, Sugar?

What is it?

Michael?

Julie.

It's okay, Sugar. I'll bring her back.

You idiot. Some eyewitness.

She was driving the car. We saw her plain as day.

Her boyfriend doesn't know anything,

or the cops would've got to us by now.

But who knows what Alfredo gave them?

That's why I'm clearing out, and taking her as insurance.

The guy in the black car, he's headed this way!

Julie, are you all right?

He's not armed.

Give it up, Gastner. It's all over.

Because of some flimsy evidence

and the word of an illegal alien?

Michael, I scanned the cars as you asked.

I've located human remains in one of the compacted automobiles.

Who said that?

Celso Moreno died in that crusher.

He was murdered by Gastner and his men because he fought back.

Shut Knight up.

Get him in the car.

Mel.

I'm going to stop by the office

and pick up the files.

You take care of him.

All right. Get him in.

You guys stay cool, or you're next.

Michael? Michael, I need you!

Michael. Michael.

What are you-

Hey, back off!

It's okay. I'm your friend.

Michael, you've regained consciousness.

KITT, where are we?

Inside the compactor.

My worst nightmares are being realized.

I can see me now.

Tin cans, TV dinners, garbage can lids.

Not if I can help it!

Give me every pound of Turbo Boost you've got.

All right, let's go for it! Now!

You okay?

At the moment, I'm practically speechless.

Gastner's about to escape, Michael, down at the office.

With Julie?

No, he's alone.

All right, KITT, let's get him.

Give me everything you've got.

Look at that.

Are you all right?

I'm okay.

Out cold and he never laid a glove on me.

No less than the miserable cretin deserves, Michael.

I trust a court of law will treat him just as harshly.

Count on it, buddy.

Anyway, good work.

Oh, yeah. Good voice.

But that was my normal voice.

That's what I mean.

I can't believe John will be coming home tomorrow.

It seems like a miracle how quickly he's recovering.

It's always easier when you give a man

somethin' to come home for.

What's going to happen with Alfredo and the other workers?

First, they've got to testify against Gastner.

With Alfredo's evidence, that shouldn't take too long.

Oh, by the way, Devon's already looking into a way

to have them stay here and work legally.

I think that's all they really want.

To work and live in peace.

That doesn't seem too much to ask for.

Oh, I almost forgot. Here. Sugar.

Okay

Come on, buddy.

Well, when something or someone moves me,

I try and capture his likeness.

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

No one's ever done this for me before.

It's beautiful, Julie.

And such a remarkable likeness, don't you think, Michael?

Yeah. Yeah. Very remarkable.

Michael, I have one request to ask of KITT.

Name it.

KITT, since I'm never going to have another opportunity to drive-

Say no more, Julie.

Don't Just stand there, Michael.

We're in for the ride of our lives.

Oh, you might as well get in, too.

Just mind your manners.

Come on, Sugar.