All language subtitles for Knight.Rider.S03E01E02.Knight.of.the.Drones

[Door closing]

[People chattering]

Still with us, Jackson?

What is it about solitary
that keeps you coming back
for more?

Your face, Carter.
I've always liked
horror movies.

(Man on intercom)
Attention.
All prisoners in Section D.

You have 45 minutes on
the exercise yard.

[Pop music playing on radio]

Hi, honey.

No, nothing's wrong.
Matter of fact, guess what
happened to me this morning?

Well, you know how I always
stop off for coffee
and doughnuts on my way in.

Well, just as I'm getting back
in my car, this woman
walks over and....

Just some woman,
I don't remember
what she looked like.

Anyway, she gives me
this radio.

Yeah, just like that.

Said it was a prize.

I'd just bought
their one millionth doughnut.

Chocolate glaze, my usual.

What difference does it make
what kind of doughnut it was?

I was not flirting with her.

I never saw her before.

No, I won't stop off
for a beer.

I love you, too.

[Buzzing]

[Buzzing]

[Alarm siren wailing]

(Man's voice)
Get in. I said get in.

Welcome, my friend.
We'll meet in person
soon enough.

Now, sit back, relax.
Leave the driving to us.

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.

[Torture playing]

(Michael)
Just think of it, pal.

An hour from now I'll be
sailing under
the Golden Gate Bridge...

challenging the winds,
riding the high seas.

(KITT)
If memory serves me right,
Captain Bligh...

and I'm sure it does...

the last time you went
sailing, your boat sprung
a leak...

and the Coast Guard had to
tow you in, in case you don't
remember.

I remember. But it didn't
spring a leak, it was
taking on water.

And it wasn't my fault
the bilge pump broke down
anyway.

(KITT)
Blame whomever you like,
Michael...

but the fact remains you came
back one hour later,
soaking wet.

You know, I'm sure glad
you weren't around when
Columbus sailed for America.

(KITT)
Devon's calling.

Good morning, Michael.
Morning, Devon.

From your position...

you're about 10 minutes away
from the Santa Clara
Penitentiary.

No, wrong. I'm only
two minutes away from renting
a sailboat.

An adventure I've been looking
forward to for about
two months now.

Michael.

All right, what's up?

This is top priority.
A prisoner named CJ Jackson
has just escaped.

I want you to help the police
in any way possible.

Devon, you look very
concerned. Who is this guy
Jackson anyway?

This is not just another
escaped prisoner, Michael.

This touches the very heart
and soul of the Foundation.

What's that mean?

Look, Michael, please,
trust me on this, will you?

Okay, we're on.

All right, KITT, patch us into
the police frequency...

and let's see if we can get
a fix on the getaway car.

(Man's voice)
Feeling better?

I'll feel better
when I'm safe.

When I'm safe and I know
who you are and what you want.

In due time, my friend,
in due time.

I don't have no friends.
I do business.

You want to do business
with me, don't call me friend
or brother.

As you wish, CJ.

This one looks like
it could be trouble.
That's part of the fun.

Hi, sugar. I think you're
going my way.

Now for phase two.

(KITT)
Michael, I've been monitoring
the police band...

and the suspect vehicle
has been spotted...

heading north towards
the Haight-Ashbury district.

Good work, buddy.

All right, KITT, see if we can
pick them up on your infrared
tracking scope.

Good work, pal.

As the saying goes,
let's head them off
at the pass.

(KITT)
Your Passive Laser Restraint
System on, Michael?

I wouldn't drive without it.

(KITT)
Michael, there he is.
I got you, pal.

(KITT)
Michael, why aren't we
overtaking him?

It's too risky in here, KITT.
I don't want him getting
desperate, not yet.

We'll pick the place.

Young man, are you sure
this is the right way
to Fisherman's Wharf?

According to my map,
it's that way.

Relax, Henrietta, relax.

I'm sure he's just trying to
save us money
and taking a shortcut.

Now just sit back
and enjoy the sights.

(Michael)
All right, KITT,
time to move in.

[Car horn blaring]

For goodness sake's,
Henrietta, don't let go of me.

(KITT)
Be careful, Michael.
I hear you.

You have any idea who he is?
No such luck.

KITT, there's no one
inside here.

(KITT)
Michael, that's impossible.
A car doesn't drive by itself.

Doesn't it?

Tell me about it.

(Devon)
You say your radio turned into
a robot?

I know it sounds crazy,
but that's what happened.

And then this little robot
shot out a puff of smoke...

and you passed out
before you reached the alarm.

Dead to the world.

And when you came to,
this was all that was left?

Yeah.

Look, if you don't mind,
I don't want that thing
anywhere near me.

You know, the description of
the woman who gave this to you
was pretty vague.

Hey, what can I say?
I was more interested
in a free radio.

Check with the doughnut shop,
they've got to know her.

The police already have.
What did they say?

They said they don't give away
prizes and they don't count
doughnuts.

My wife's never gonna
believe this.

She'll have a lot of company.

Welcome, Mr. Jackson. I hope
your trip here wasn't
too uncomfortable.

Well, I have been on
worse trips in my life.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

My name is Margo.
This is David Halston...

the genius who engineered
your escape.

Those two over there
are Clifton and Turk.

But don't worry, I don't let
them in my house
unless it rains.

Babette, why don't you get
Mr. Jackson a glass of
champagne.

You do like champagne,
don't you, CJ?
I used to drink it
all the time in my cell.

Those days are over, CJ.

We've given you your freedom
and soon we're going to
give you even more.

There is no more.

Sure there is. There's
the money it takes for a man
like you to stay free.

CJ, we're going to guarantee
your freedom by making you
very rich.

And what do I have to
do for it?

Do for it?
You heard me.

I spent half of my life
behind bars.

There's one thing I learned,
that nobody gives anything
for nothing.

You're right, CJ,
I do want something from you.

But I don't intend to tell you
what it is until I'm ready.

Now you have two choices: You
can leave and try making it
on your own...

or you can stay
and definitely make it
with us.

Good.

Well, now that that's
taken care of.

To the beginning of
a beautiful and prosperous
relationship.

[Buzzing]

Thank you.

Michael, you don't believe
this nonsense about a robot,
do you?

Devon, after seeing the way
that car handled by itself,
I'm afraid I do.

Any ideas?
Only one.

What's it?
Too bad Bonnie's not around.

Didn't I tell you?
What?

She is. She's taking
advanced studies at
the university here.

No kidding.
Did you talk to her?

Yes.

And if you're wondering why
I haven't asked her to return
to the Foundation, I have.

Her answer was no.
A very polite but firm no.

Devon, who's this
CJ Jackson and...

what does he have to do
with the heart and soul
of the Foundation?

Michael, before Wilton Knight
discovered you, we had
another man in your position.

His name was Ken Franklyn.

He had all the qualifications.
Well, all except one.

He wasn't a police officer.

One night,
several years ago...

I remember it was raining,
most unusual for
the time of year.

Franklyn had been
tailing Jackson.

He was convinced
that Jackson hadn't made him.

But he was wrong.

Jackson killed him?
One bullet did it.

But Jackson shot him
five more times.

We all took the tragic loss
very hard, but no one harder
than Wilton Knight.

He closed the Foundation,
put the entire FLAG project
on hold...

and didn't reactivate it
until we found you.

Jackson belongs in jail,
Michael.

Wilton Knight will not rest
easily until he is back
behind bars.

Nor will I.

All right, Devon,
that makes three of us.

This one's for Wilton, huh?

Good luck, Michael.
Thanks, Devon.

[Bells chiming]

Are you Ho Chin?
Yes. How may I
be of service?

Yeah, I hear you have
some maps.

Some old maps of the tunnels
your people dug under the city
years ago.

Yes. Are you
from the University?

Yeah, associate professors.

You think I could see them
just for a minute?

They are not for sale.

They have been in our family
many, many years.

I'd like to look at them
for a minute.

Come with me.

[Grunting]

Let's go.

(Man on radio)
He's hitting him with a right,
a left.

Another left to
the midsection,
that one hurt him.

There's no question
about him--

(Fong)
Where is the Peking duck?
Say what?

The Peking duck, you idiot!
Oh, that duck.
It's coming right up.

I thought you said
you were a chef.
I am a chef.

I am a great chef.
I'm just a little bit
rusty, that's all.

All you do is bet sports
and gamble.

I'm a great chef
who bets sports
and gambles.

Now, watch out.
This is really hot.

(Fong)
If you lie to me, I'll break
every bone in your body.

Now, where's
the Fong Delight?

Wong Delight.
Fong Delight.

Anything made in this kitchen
bears my name.

My name's Fong,
yours is Wong.

Mine's Fong.
Now out of my way.

Say what?

(KITT)
Michael,
where are we going?

(Michael)
To see
an old friend, pal.

I thought this case was
top priority.

It is. I'm hoping
this old friend
can help us out.

Where are we going
to see this old friend?
North Beach?

Bite your tongue, pal.
The University.

Plot me the fastest route,
will you?
Yes, Michael.

[Woman screaming]

(Fong)
You!
Me?

Out!
Out? Hey.

Hey, what did I do?
What did I....
Hey, I'm warning you.

Yeah, I'm warning you.
Don't come any closer.

That's right, you see,
because I'm a black belt.

That's right, a black belt.
I fought Bruce Lee
to a standstill. I fought--

If I see you again,
I'll slit your throat!
Hey.

[Screaming]

Hello, Peter. Need a lift?

Me?
You.

Why?
Why not?

Chinese jerk!

Hey, get rid of it.

Excuse me. I was wondering
if I could get a student loan.

I think you're in
the wrong department.

Yeah, well, I bet Devon
you'd return after a year
and you didn't.

Michael!

[Both laughing]

Hi, Bonnie. Is it good
to see you again!

Broke as usual?
Some things never change.

What are you doing here?
Let me look at you.

You're still tall.
And you're still beautiful.

How's Devon?
British as ever.

As a matter of fact,
he sends his love.
Then he knows you're here.

Michael, if this is something
to do with the Foundation,
or a case...

we've been through
all that.

This is different.
They're all different,
Michael. No.

Bonnie, CJ Jackson escaped
from prison. He had some help.

CJ Jackson?
Yeah.

I leave for Boston
on Thursday.
Someone went to
a lot of trouble.

They designed a self-Destruct
robot to work it
from the inside...

and a drone car to work it
from the outside.

MIT is presenting two research
projects for funding.

Only one of them
will be approved.

This is the drone car's
computer processing unit.

One of them, thanks to
my mentor, is mine.

Bonnie, I'm not here asking
you to sign up
for a tour of duty.

Just help us find CJ Jackson.

No obligations, no contracts,
no promises.

You're trying to tempt me.
How am I doing?

No contracts, no obligations?

Scout's honor.

Oh, we missed you.
Boy, we missed you.

This is perfect.
These maps are exactly
what we need.

You're sure the old man
won't tell anyone?

Only his ancestor.

(Margo)
Good boys.

Now why don't you go outside
and chase some rabbits?

Yeah, but--
Don't worry, Clifton,
we'll play later.

Don't say boo to him
or he'll run.

Miss me, baby?
You know it, mama.

(Margo)
Hello, Peter.

I'm Margo, and this is
David Halston and CJ Jackson.

Hey, you one of those
martial arts dudes, man?

Me? No.

(Peter)
Why? I look like one?
No.

Look, what is this all about?

Relax, Peter.

We just want to make use
of your extraordinary talents.

My talents?

As one of the best wiremen
in the business.

That was in my past.
No, see, I'm trying to go
clean now.

I'm a chef.

Peter, as a chef,
you couldn't heat up
a frozen egg roll.

Now why don't you
just be a good little boy...

and let Margo decide
what's best for you.

That's a computer, not a sofa.

Oh...

I was wondering
why that thing was so hard.

How's it coming?
Put it this way.

If it was a murder mystery,
Sherlock would call it
a tough case.

Whoever created this
little monster sure knew
what he was doing.

Take a look.

(Halston)
Don't you ever sleep?
Dr. Halston.

How many times do I have to
tell you? It's David.
D-A-V-I-D.

David Halston.
Michael Knight.

(Bonnie)
I'm sorry, I should have
introduced you.

Michael's an old friend.
We used to work together.

Really? What kind of work
do you do, Michael?

I'm with a non-Profit
organization.
Don't be so mysterious.

He works for the Foundation
for Law and Government.

Sounds exciting.
It has its moments.

Project for class?
(Bonnie)
No. I hope you don't mind.

It's something
Michael wanted some help with.

I see. I'll make you a deal.

Since Bonnie is helping you,
you can help me.

I don't think so.
I'm kind of
on a tight schedule.

Good, so am I.
It won't take five minutes.

Go ahead, Michael.
I'm going to be here
for a while, anyway.

All right.

There, all finished.
How do you feel?

Like a guinea pig.
That's exactly what you are.

I'm doing a computerized
project on pain,
from inception to threshold.

Don't worry. You can abort
any time you choose...

by stepping on that button
there in front of your chair.

If that's not enough,
I'm wired in just as you are.

I will feel everything
that you feel,
and believe me...

I'm not a masochist.
Are you ready?

Wait a minute.
What am I supposed to do?

Feel the pain.

Until?
Until one of us aborts.

Why do I feel like
this is some sort of contest?

Perhaps it's just
your competitive nature.
Ready?

[Machine whirring]

Okay, stay right there.
I'll unstrap you.

How come you're not sweating?
I never do.

I didn't feel any pain.

Maybe it's because you forgot
to hook up your wires.

Imagine that.

Still, you make
an excellent subject.

Dr. Halston...

you try something like that
again, it would be
a big mistake.

Good night.
Good night.

Who is this character,
Halston, anyway?
My mentor.

You have no idea how much
he's helped me
with my project.

I think I've got something.

(Devon)
The drone's CPU did what,
Michael?

Disintegrated.
Right before our eyes.

What do you make of it?
I don't know, Devon.

I don't know what to make
of a lot of things.

Any leads
on this guy Jackson?
Nothing, I'm afraid.

In prison he was a loner.

No gang affiliations,
no friends, no mail
in over two years.

So the only thing we know
for sure about this guy
is that he's a boxman.

One of the best, apparently.
Show him a safe and he'll find
a way into it.

Okay, Devon.
You know how to find me.

(KITT)
Michael, I may have something.
What is it?

I've been monitoring
the police frequency
as you requested.

There was a fire yesterday
at Fong's China Trader
restaurant.

Arson investigators traced it
to a piece of melted-Down
plastic...

containing traces of acid
identical to those found in
the radio at the prison.

All right, let's hit it.

Now, come over here
and get ready for
the piece de resistance.

David, you're not at
the University.
Get on with it.

Observe.

[Buzzing]

Excellent. Congratulations,
David.

As you can see, we are
virtually indestructible.
Untouchable.

You said we'd also be rich.

I did say that, didn't I?
So we shall.

Turk.

Margo, for God's sake.

Gentleman, I present to you
the object of this very
special endeavor.

That's Federal Reserve.
So it is.

The main vault contains
between $15 and $20 million,
depending on the day.

Man, you're crazy. Nobody hits
the Federal Reserve, nobody.

I bet you said the same thing
about breaking out of solitary
until yesterday.

CJ, you're the best boxman
in the business.

Believe me, I know.
I've checked you out
thoroughly.

And, Peter, you're
the premier wireman.

You can handle the most
sophisticated security systems
in operation today.

Yeah, but I quit.
I'm through, remember?

I don't do that stuff anymore.

Didn't, Peter, didn't.

Until someone
offered you 25%%...

of $15 to $20 million.

You know what?

What?
You just came out
of retirement.

Since you put it that way,
maybe one more time.

But I need my equipment,
my stuff. I built it myself.

Where is it?
Well, it's in my apartment.

How long will it take you
to get it?

Half-Hour, hour at most.

No, Peter, a half-Hour
at the most.

There's something about
Chinatown that's
so mysterious.

$20,000 from
the mahjong parlor...

$15,000 from the den of
rarefied pleasures...

$7,500 from the ladies
who travel light.

Not bad for Monday.
Mr. Fong?

Excuse me.
I'm sorry to bust in on you
like this.

Who are you?
My name is Michael Knight.

I work for
the Foundation for Law
and Government.

Get him!

[Grunting]

[Woman screaming]

All right, what should we
see first?

How about there?
Well, that looks good.

KITT, I need you!
(KITT)
Right away, Michael.

[Engine starts]
Arthur,
what was that?

I don't know.

There's no one
driving that car, Henrietta.

Our maps.
Yeah.

(KITT)
Michael, it's two against one.

Have they
no sense of fair play?

I don't think so.

All right, you two overgrown
bean sprouts, take a hike.

I don't think they understand
the language.
Very well.

Are you ready to talk?
Anything you want to know.

All right. Tell me about
the fire last night.

Fire? You want to know
about the fire.
Why didn't you just ask?

I tried, but you
and the egg roll brothers
over here...

obviously had something else
on your minds.

Now, what about the fire?

He started it. That idiot chef
and his radio.

His radio?

Did it look like a robot?
Yes. How did you know?

We tossed it in the trash,
the next thing I know
the kitchen's on fire.

My kitchen's on fire,
I looked out...

and I saw my idiot chef
being picked up by
a Silver Phantom car.

Your chef, you know his name?
His name's Peter Wong.

He lives with some girl
on Bay Street, a place called
the Ramparts.

(Michael)
Say goodbye to your friends,
KITT.

But why, Peter?

You've managed to stay
out of trouble for over
a year now.

Out of trouble
and out of money.

Look, Su-Lin, I want to be
able to buy you presents.

Nice jewelry, clothes,
all the pretty things
that you deserve.

But all I want is you.

Besides, you'll be rich
someday, I know it.

Well, how, huh?
By stuffing fortune cookies?

You are a great chef.
You created Wong's Delight.

Well, I created Wong's Delight
by working for Fong...

and that makes it
Fong's Delight.

No, Su-Lin, the only way
I'm going to be rich, is if
I just do this one last job.

And if you get caught?
And if they send you back
into prison again?

I'm not going to get caught.

And I promise you, Su-Lin,
no one will separate us again.

You promise?

[Michael sighs]

Well, here we are.

By the way, those karate twins
didn't hurt you, did they,
buddy?

Are you kidding me, Michael?

Would I kid you?
Keep your scanner peeled.

Looks like
I've got everything.
Peter!

For one last job, I promise.

I love you.

[Knocking on door]

I'm afraid.
Don't be.

Just remember,
you haven't seen me.

[Knocking on door]

Who is it?

My name is Michael Knight.
I'm looking for Peter Wong.

He's not here.

Can I talk to you
for a minute?
It's very important.

Yes?

Do you know where he is?

He hasn't been here
for two days.

Are you sure of that?

Yes.

Yeah, KITT. What is it?
Someone left the apartment.

Meet me around back.
Excuse me.

You got him on your scanner,
buddy?

He was picked up by that
Silver Phantom that Fong
told us about.

All right, let's get him.

Who are you? What do you want?

It's not important
who we are.
What we want is
your silence.

(KITT)
Michael, aren't we going to
apprehend him?

Not yet. I want to see
where he's going.

[Bell ringing]

Michael, what on earth
are those bells?

And what on earth is that
thing with people hanging
out of it?

[Bell clanging]

It's a cable car, KITT.

Well, right now it's in
our way, and there's no room
to turbo boost over it.

[Exclaims]

[Bell clanging]

All right, let's try
and pick him up.
I'm sorry, Michael.

It's okay, pal.

You got a license plate
number for me?
166 UEA. British plates.

All right, pal. That's all
we need. That's all we need.

(Halston)
We gain access here.

We stay in the main tunnel
for 480 feet. That brings us
parallel to the main vault.

You shouldn't have to cut
through more than 25 feet
to reach it.

That's solid rock.

The bigger the dream, CJ.

Do you really
have to smoke that thing?
Practicing for when I'm rich.

[Doorbell rings]

Relax.

Hi.
Yes?

You Margo Sheridan?
Possibly. Why?

Name's Michael Knight.
I work for the Foundation
for Law and Government.

I gave at the office.

Yeah. Well, do you own
a Silver Phantom...

license plate 166 UEA?

Why?

Well, if you do, I'd like to
talk to you for a minute.
Do you mind if I come in?

I'll hold you to your word.
One minute.

Thanks.

Nice house.
Just the right amount of
pretentiousness.

I feel better knowing you
like it. Now, what can I
do for you?

Your Silver Phantom.
Yes.

(Margo)
Well, unfortunately,
it was stolen from my garage

Sometime last night.

(Michael)
Did you report it
to the police?

No, I'm afraid I didn't.

What's one Silver Phantom
more or less, huh?

I'm touched by your concern
for my personal property.

That's hard to get
these days.

Silver Phantoms?
No, Cuban cigars.

That is what I smell,
isn't it? Or is it Jamaican?

You mind if I use
your bathroom?

Mr. Knight, where do you think
you're going?

Dr. Halston, what a surprise.

I guess this is what is known
as private lessons, huh?

Margo and I are old friends.

Your minute is up.

Oh, yes. Well, I'm sorry
if I disturbed you.
Not at all.

Incidentally, you're right.
It is Cuban.

Cuban. Well, I know
that I just got here,
guys, but...

I really must be going.

Don't tell me. I know.
It's back to the old books
again.

How did you know?
ESP.

I do hate to rush you. You've
livened up an otherwise
dull afternoon.

Perhaps another time?

It's a crazy world.

Yes. Isn't it?

[Door closing]

What was that all about?
And how did he get here?

How isn't important.
I want him killed, David.

And I know just how
I want to do it.

(Bonnie)
You're wrong, Michael.

Is that why you asked me here?
To spy on Dr. Halston?

Bonnie, I'm sorry.
But whether you like it
or not, he's involved.

You don't know that.

Then what was he doing
at Margo Sheridan's house?

Why was he hiding in the den?

Do you know who
Margo Sheridan is?
We checked her out.

She's a freelance agent
on the international market.

She walks on both sides
of the street.

(Devon)
He's right, Bonnie.

She deals with everything
from illegal arms
to top-Secret documents...

without regard for
the consequences.

Her only criteria is money.

If you were talking about
anyone other than
David Halston....

He's not some maverick
scientist, he's nationally
known.

He conceived the Tri-S
Satellite and developed
its microcomputer.

(Bonnie)
He lectures
across the country.

And more importantly, Michael,
he's been good to me.

Bonnie, look,
I know this isn't easy
for you, okay?

But do you remember
what we said to each other
at the University?

Okay. What do you
want me to do?

Right now, not a thing.

We just want to know that
you're with us,
if we need you.

Was there ever
any doubt?
No.

Only a moment's hesitation.

[Jump (For My Love) playing]

(Bubba)
They're working their way
through college.

Well, let's hope they're going
for their PhD.

Well, Bubba,
do we have a deal?

You know, if my boss
finds out I'm--

Yeah, but you said
he's out of town, remember?

Let me get this straight.

Now, all you want to do
is to use the basement to...

explore some old
Chinese tunnels.
Is that right?

That's right.

What could be simpler?
Or more profitable for you?

$50,000, Bubba.

That's enough to put
those foxes out there through
medical school.

But not half enough to pay
your medical bills if you
start jerking us around.

You two guys are archeologists
or something?

Look, do we have
a deal or not?

Well, when do I get the money?

You just made
a very wise decision.

Bring in the equipment.

Yeah.

You're all gonna be great
assets to the medical
profession.

Come again?

This is certainly
a perplexing case.
You got that right.

With CJ Jackson involved,
what could it be other than
a bank robbery?

That's a good question.

But somehow my gut tells me
it's something else.

Devon's calling.

Yo, Devon. What's up?
Michael.

I just received a rather
surprising message for you.

Anyone I know?
Margo Sheridan.

She says you intrigue her.
She wants to get to know you
better.

She suggests a rendezvous
at the Twin Peaks area...

followed by an intimate
afternoon at her nearby
mountain retreat.

Well, that sounds
very intimate.

Anything else?
What more do you expect?

Be careful, Michael.
It could be a trap.

Margo? Devon.
Michael.

I got you.

Scan that car, KITT.

It's Margo, and she's alone.

Michael, to our left.

(Michael)
Got you.

(Margo)
You missed him.

He has another missile,
Michael.
I read you, buddy.

(Halston)
I won't miss this time

And you better get out
of there before the explosion.

Michael, he's zeroing in
on my exhaust system.

(Michael)
I read you, pal.

Sorry, pal. Forgive me!
What?

[Ejection seat firing]

[Groans]

KITT!

KITT?

KITT, you okay, buddy?

Oh, KITT, he really did it
to you this time.

[Distorted]
Bonnie.
KITT, did you say something?

Bonnie, is that you?

It's me, KITT. I'm here.
I feel so weak.

Where are we?
Everything is so dark.

Is it night?

Yeah. Don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

I don't know what I would do
without you, Bonnie.

Michael, you can't do it.
Why not?

That house is the hub,
so is Margo.

I feel like an Indian circling
the fort and being shot at.

What you propose to do is
certainly no solution,
quite the contrary.

All you'll succeed in doing
will be to present them with
a better target.

If that's what it takes,
that's what it takes.

Blimey.

[Turk grunting]

Can't you exercise without
all that grunting?

[Doorbell ringing]

Hi.

I guess we got our signals
crossed. I could have sworn
you said Twin Peaks.

Twin Peaks. Yes, I'm sorry.
Did you wait long?

No, not very long.
As it turned out, I had plenty
to keep me busy.

You won't mind if I come in?
Of course. By all means.

Oh, hi, guys.

I was hoping for a little bit
more privacy.

These are for you.

Go chase a bone.
And take that stuff with you.

I didn't catch you
at a bad time, did I?

No. As a matter of fact,
you couldn't have picked
a better time.

Terrific.

Thank heaven
your Self Diagnostic Routine
is still intact.

Let's see what the damage is.

It's worse than I thought.
How could anyone have
done this to you?

At least a dozen of
your CPU components have been
short-Circuited.

Most of your memory bank
is destroyed.

And your miniature relays
are badly damaged.

KITT, I'm gonna make you
as good as new.

No, I'm gonna make you better.

[Bell clanging]

I can't work with all this
dirt piling up.

Hey, I'm shoveling
as fast as I can.

The way you shovel,
I don't know how...

your people got these tunnels
dug in the first place.

No more racial slurs.

One more racial slur
and you can shovel
your own dirt yourself.

Break time. Break time.

[Exhaling]

Well, look who dropped in,
Doctor Feel Good.

How's it coming?
(Jackson)
It's coming.

Good. I'd hate to think we did
everything right
but dig fast enough.

So, show me
where we are.

Right about here.
15 or 20 more feet, we got it.

Incidentally, if you were
concerned about
Michael Knight, don't be.

He and that car of his met
with an unfortunate accident
earlier this afternoon.

So now nothing stands
in our way except
15 feet of dirt.

(Margo)
So tell me, what do you do,
Michael Knight?

Besides trace missing cars
and tempt lonely women?

You strike me as anything
but lonely.

If you mean Clifton and Turk,
you're mistaken.

They're overgrown children.
They'd be lost without me.

And what about David Halston?
Would he be lost
without you, too?

David? No, he's terribly
self-Sufficient.

And very possessive.

Why do you say that?
I saw the way
he looked at you.

Probably because he saw
the way I looked at you.

Is something wrong?

Well, I feel a little bit
like the baby-Sitter's
boyfriend.

You know, afraid the kids
will pop in any moment.

I have just the place in mind.
It's very private.

Give me five minutes.

I'll be counting.
So will I.

You were right.
The kids did pop in.

[Michael screams]

[Both grunting]

I'll go for it.

Well, I'm not jumping.

Clifton, she's not gonna be
too happy about this.

[Bell clanging]

This is it, Devon.
All we need to tie Halston
to the drone.

Yes, if Bonnie can break down
its components, its programs.

I'll have to use
the facilities
at the University.

All right, I'll go with you.

Thanks, but I'd rather
go alone.

No way.
It's too dangerous.

Michael, I can handle myself.

Besides, I can get through
a lot faster without you
getting in my way.

(Bonnie)
Micro torque, please.
What?

The micro torque ratchet.
It's next to
the exhaust alternators.

I believe this is
the object in question.
Thank you.

Laser diode.

Laser diode.
That's it.

(Michael)
You know, I could just come in
there and help you.

It'd be a lot easier.

No.

Bonnie, I could scrub down.
Honest. Devon can certify me
germ-Free.

Guess not.

Just like old times, huh?
(Bonnie)
Don't kid yourself.

Bonnie, how much longer
is this going to take? We're
on a tight schedule, you know.

I'm finished.

But I haven't checked out
all his systems yet.

Very well, I'll arrange for
transportation for you
to the University.

KITT's final checkup
will have to wait.

On one condition.
What?

No peeking.

Moi?

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thanks for calling,
Lieutenant.

What?

The body of a girl named
Su-Lin was fished out of
the bay this evening.

Su-Lin. That's Peter Wong's
girlfriend.

That's right.

The police think
she may have been killed
somewhere else.

They have no motive as yet.
Motive, what motive?

She was in love with
the wrong guy. She probably
knew a little too much.

Yes.

One thing is for sure...

these fellows are playing
for keeps.

Two things for sure,
Bonnie's been gone for over
two hours.

Two hours
and 17 minutes precisely.

She'd never forgive you.

I'd rather have her not
forgive me than not be around
to make that choice.

Halston's capable of anything.

Well, I won't try to stop you.
Let's go.

Ready or not.

Well...

how you feeling, buddy?
(KITT)
Take a look, Michael.

All right, here goes.

Remarkable.

[Whistles]

Looks like you got
a serious face-Lift.
Bonnie added some
new functions.

This is my self-Analyzing
probe.

In conjunction with
my new onboard computer...

it can isolate and diagnose
virtually any malfunction.

Wow.
Thank you.

Now if I only knew
what some of these things do.

Only one way to find out,
Michael, but don't push
the Turbo Boost.

He's still got
his sense of humor.

All right, here goes, IGP.

That stands for my new
3-Dimensional Interactive
Graphics Plotter.

What's that?

Let's say we run up
against someone wearing
a disguise...

and want to find out who he
really is. Like this man here.

I hope you don't run into him
in a dark alley.

I simply break down his face
with my IGP.

Then activate my
Linear Predictive Graphics
Routine...

and voila, a 3-D
reconstruction of
the real face.

You're right, I wouldn't want
to run into him
in a dark alley.

What else you got, buddy?
That's my Thermodynamic
System.

Sounds hot.

That little flashing red
light, Michael, represents
3,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

Enough to expand
and eventually melt steel.

EGM?
Electrical Generating Mode.

Puts out enough current
to power a small city.

Shocking.
Shocking.

And then there's my new
Polyphonic Synthesizer...

which allows me to duplicate
and project any sound from
anywhere.

[Gun firing]

[Horse neighing]

[Phone ringing]

[Elephant trumpeting]

I get the message.
Let's go get Bonnie.

(Bonnie)
Devon, it's me.
Michael was right.

Halston might as well
have autographed the CPU.

He used a microchip
he designed for the Tri-S.

It's not even in
production yet.

[Yelps]

[Drill whirring]

You know, my great grandfather
spent half his life
in tunnels.

I end up doing the same thing.
Only in America.

Yeah, well, I quit.

[Groans]

Now, you pick it up.
Hey.

I'm a wireman,
not a tunnel digger.

You're either a tunnel digger
or a gravedigger. Now take
your choice.

Now shovel.

Michael, since I talked you
the police have put out
an APB on her.

Devon, the CPU is also
missing. Halston must have
surprised her.

Yes, I'm sure you're right,
Michael. The question is where
has he taken her?

We'll find out.
Count on it.

Let go of me
you big anthropoid!

(Turk)
I've been called worse things.
I think.

What are you going to
do with her?
This should put her out
for a long time.

Not long enough.

I'm not gonna kill her
if that's what you mean.

If you haven't got the guts
for it...

I'm sure one of my little
playmates would be more than
happy to oblige.

Margo, I might be
a lot of things but a murderer
is not one of them.

David, as long as I'm in
charge here, and I am in
charge here...

you are exactly
what I say you are.

[Margo sighs]

Just make sure she doesn't
get in the way.

You can't do this to me!

I've always looked up to you.
(Halston)
Hold her arm.

Respected you.

I....

[groans]

All right, take her in
the other room and tie her up.

I talked to my contact
a little while ago.

I assured him nothing
would go wrong.
And nothing will.

For your sake, David,
I hope not.

Ready, boys?

I smell rain in the air.
Tonight you'll sleep inside.

Do you really think those
two gorillas know
where Bonnie is, Michael?

Yes. But knowing and telling
are two different things.

I'm sure you'll figure out
a way to make them talk.

Well, thanks for
the vote of confidence.

Michael, my scanner tells me
if you so much as touch
that fence...

it's going to activate
an alarm inside.

KITT, let me have that
new voltage induction coil.

Thanks.

(Michael)
Okay, KITT, disappear.

[Alarm sounding]

It's at the front gate.

Probably just a squirrel
again, I'll go check it out.

All right, give him
some juice.

[Clifton screaming]

[Gate buzzing]

Morning, Clifton.
Rather electrifying day,
don't you think?

[Clifton screaming]

Clifton!

Clifton, is that
that new breakdancing stuff?

[Both screaming]

Hey, that's pretty good.

You guys keep that up, I could
get you a couple of weeks
in Las Vegas.

[Chuckles]

Now I'm going to ask you
one question, one time...

and you better come up
with the right answer.

Where's Bonnie?

All right, suit yourself.

Give them some more juice.
One fresh squeeze DC
coming up.

[Both screaming]

Okay, bring them down
a little bit.

Where's Bonnie?
At the boatyard.

What boatyard?
Hunters Point.

What building?
The electronics building.

You got that?

Yes, Michael,
the electronics building
at Hunters Point.

Okay, notify Devon to have
the authorities...

pick up the electric
muscle necks, will you?

Accessories to kidnapping.

Turn them off.

[Siren wailing]

It's too quiet, Michael,
I don't like it.

Your scanner pick up anything,
buddy?

I'm sorry, Michael, even with
my new ATX surveillance
equipment...

there's just too much
electrical interference
around here...

for me to tell if there's
anyone inside or not.

Well, there's one way
to find out. Tell them
I'm going in.

Good luck.
Thanks.

You ready, pal?
Ready, Michael.

Let's do it.

There's no one here!

[Jump (For My Love) playing]

More flash!

More flash!

More cash?

Turn down the music,
you might be able to hear me!

What?

Where did you learn
how to do that?

It's something you have
to be born with.

Like having an ear for music.

Well, I'll have to admit
you're Rod Stewart and Prince
rolled into one.

Coming from you, CJ,
that's a real compliment.

Now this is what I call
room service.

Did you bring one for CJ?
Don't get any ideas.

Hey, what is this all about?
It's a long story.

But don't worry. By the time
she comes to we'll be
far away from here.

How's it coming?

I should have those alarms
neutralized in a couple of
hours.

(Halston)
The vault?
By daybreak.

Exactly on schedule.
Excellent.

I better let you
get back to work then.
Wait a minute.

What are we supposed to do
if she comes to
before we finish?

She won't, but if she does
I'm sure you can handle it.

No sweat.

Feeding time!

Hi, guys. How are they
treating you?
I'll tear your head off,
pencil neck.

Come on, no hard feelings.

My motto is let bygones be
bygones. Win some, lose some.
Every dog has its day.

Oh, this. It's just
a little pain inducer.

Pain inducer?
(Michael)
Yeah, state of the art.

It's part of a computerized
program to test
tolerance levels.

You see this dial? It goes all
the way from drilling into
the nerve of a bad tooth...

all the way up
to being burned at the stake.

Which do you prefer?

Okay, then why don't we just
start with the old
drill-Into-The-Nerve bit...

and work our way
up the ladder?

What do you want to know?

Why did you kill that old man
in Chinatown?

We didn't kill anyone.

The police have your
fingerprints and someone ID'd
you leaving the scene.

And there's the little matter
of Peter Wong's girlfriend.

Suit yourself, no answer.

Well, then why don't we just
skip number one and go all
the way up to...

thirteen?

Margo told us
to get some maps.

What maps?
Of the Chinese tunnels.

Why did she want maps
of the Chinese tunnels?

We don't know.

She didn't tell us.
That's the truth.

Okay. Thank you very much,
guys.

By the way...

you ought to get one of these
little squirt guns.
They're pretty nifty.

[Michael laughing]

You assured me nothing
would go wrong.

No, I assured you that you'd
be able to make delivery
on schedule, and you will.

And what about my little pets?
They were this far from being
housebroken.

Clifton and Turk? You should
have had your lawyer
bail them out.

I tried that.
They refused bail.
I don't understand why.
Margo...

they know nothing
about our plans.

If they did and they talked,
the police would be here
right now.

As for their other talents,
I....

Well, I'm already housebroken.

That's what's wrong with you,
David. You were born
housebroken.

The Chinese immigrants
who first came
to San Francisco...

honeycombed the city
with tunnels.

They created a whole
underground to smuggle in
illegal immigrants.

KITT, access everything
you've got on the Chinese
tunnels underneath the city.

Coming right up.

The Chinese tunnels, Michael.

Pinpoint the location
of the major vaults.
How major is "major"?

Anything designed to safe keep
over $1 million.

That might take some time.

Time's what we don't have,
KITT. Now step on it.

Well, what do you know?
The sleeping princess
is awake.

Don't be afraid.
I won't hurt you.

Then let me go.
I can't do that,
but I'll get you a drink.

No, thanks.
Well, suit yourself.

Hey, how long
has this been here?

Guess Halston wanted us
to rock and work.

Yeah, sure, now that
all the work is done.

CJ.
What?

Something's wrong here.

What are you talking about?
We dug
in the wrong direction.

(Peter)
Here, look for yourself.
Look.

Here's the club.
Here's where we started.

Now Halston told us to dig
in that direction.

Only problem is,
is that the bank is
over there.

(Jackson)
You crazy?
I'm down here in a tunnel
with a killer...

digging in the wrong
direction, and you ask me
if I'm crazy?

Sorry, brother.

I wonder what's in that
vault there.
I don't know.

But the bank's that way.

(Halston)
I had a feeling it wouldn't be
much of a match.

What's this all about?
About, CJ?

It's about getting what you
want in life. About what's
rightfully yours.

The bank vault's
over there.
I know that.

It's not money I'm after.

If it were, I could simply
peddle my own inventions. No.

Just as poor Peter over there
wanted his name
on Fong's Delight...

the recognition
that he created it.

I want the world to know that
I created what's in that vault
over there.

And what's that?

The Tri-S,
the Surveillance
and Strike Satellite.

It was my conception.
I designed it
and I gave it life.

And if our government
won't give me my due credit...

I'm sure that
another government will.

No, it's not money
that I'm after, CJ,
but glory.

And power.

You're insane.
Perhaps I am.

That's all the more reason
for you to behave.

(KITT)
Here are the locations
of all the major vaults.

Sorry it took so long,
Michael.

All right, bring the lower
quadrant into close-Up.

The center dot, screen left,
why isn't that pulsating?

That particular vault doesn't
contain money. It belongs to
the Megafax Research Center.

Megafax Research Center?
You're familiar with it?

Yes, it's a private company
with a number of Defense
Department contracts.

In fact, unless I'm mistaken,
Dr. Halston was
in charge of one.

The Surveillance and Strike
Satellite Bonnie mentioned.
Only....

Only what?

I seem to remember
reading that...

there was some talk
amongst the scientific
community...

that Megafax had refused
to give him full credit
for it.

And now he wants it back.
I knew it wasn't money
he was after.

KITT, if Halston wanted
the most direct underground
route...

into the Megafax vault,
where would he start digging?

Right beneath
the Golden Fox Club, Michael.

Golden Fox, that's a go.

[Engine starts]

I'll take that.

Michael!
Stay where you are!

Get in.

Get in.

If you try and follow us,
she's dead. Remember that.

Now you hurt her...

and there's not a place on
this Earth that I won't find
you. You remember that.

All right, as soon as they get
far enough ahead we'll tail
them on your Infrared.

Michael, I'm truly worried
about Bonnie.
Yeah, I am, too, pal.

But as long as she's in that
car we're not gonna be too far
behind.

Let's go.

Michael, they're approximately
two-And-A-Half blocks ahead.

I'm telling you
he's following us.
Of course he is.

What are you going to
do about it?
Get him off our backs
once and for all.

I can't remember when
I've enjoyed myself more,
Arthur.

Me neither, Henrietta.

(KITT)
Michael, behind us.

Is it armed?
With those dreadful missiles.

All right.

Let's see if we can buy
a little time with your new
Traffic Control System.

[Horn blaring]

Young man, take us
to the airport.
Yeah, we can send
for our luggage later.

KITT, scan those piers. Maybe
we can get some idea where
they're going.

That chopper could be it.
See if you can get me
a reading on it.

(KITT)
It's owned by
Hydra Enterprises...

suspected of being a front
for the terrorist wing...

of the Middle Eastern
Communist Alliance.

All right, give me Devon.

(Devon)
Michael, where are you?
Devon, I'm at the Embarcadero.

I'm gonna need some backup.
(KITT)
Michael, look ahead of us.

I see them, buddy.
(KITT)
There's another one behind us.

All right, monitor their
firing mechanisms. Tell me
the instant they're activated.

(KITT)
Now.

Did it work?
I don't believe it.

You idiot!

[Both grunting]

If I ever run for president,
I'll be sure to make you
my running mate.

It would be a first.

Don't.

Margo, you're not gonna
believe this, but my partner
is right behind you.

(KITT)
Good idea, Michael.

Michael, you're a man
of many extraordinary
talents...

but lying is not one of them.

All right, suit yourself.

KITT, she's all yours.

(KITT)
Put down the gun, Margo.

[Siren wailing]

(Michael)
Nice work, KITT.

(Bonnie)
Hey, can you untie me?
I'm glad we found you.

KITT, I need a hand, buddy.
(KITT)
Right away, Michael.

How about two hands?

Welcome back, Bonnie.
Thanks, KITT.

Okay, pal.

Anchors away.

Well, pal, it's off to
the briny deep.

Following the North Star,
sailing over the waves.

Really, Michael,
I'm getting seasick
just listening to you.

[Car horn blaring]

Oh, no. What does he want?

I thought you might need
a first mate.

As long as it's not
another assignment.
My word on it.

Glad to have you aboard.
Thank you.

How about
a second mate?
You can sail with me anytime.

For the entire cruise?
No kidding?

No kidding.

Welcome back! That's terrific.

Lead the way,
Captain.

All right, going to slip
number 3.

I can't look.

(Bonnie)
Wow, is that it?

No. That's it.

Mates, what do you say
we go have lunch?
Good idea.

Yes, I'll even pay.
I don't believe it.

So long as it doesn't
exceed $650.