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I spooked him.

Towers had just left a party
where the guest of honor
was a Voodoo princess.

Voodoo? Wait a minute.

One guy picked me up
and slam-dunked me
against the wall.

Michael, I finally have some
results on those ear clips.

They could create
electrochemical responses
in the brain.

Where to, Michael?

121 Wall Street.

You've become one of them!
That building is scheduled
for demolition.

Knight Rider...

a shadowy flight
into the dangerous world
of a man...

who does not exist.

Michael Knight,
a young Ioner...

on a crusade to champion
the cause of the innocent...

the helpless, the powerless...

in a world of criminals
who operate above the law.

What's the matter, Michael?

What makes you think
something's the matter?

When music like this
is on the radio...

my steering wheel
usually takes a beating.

I don't know, KITT,
I'm just trying to decide...

whether I should go back to
Lorenzo's Boutique for Men...

and pick up that jacket I saw.

Do you need it?

Well, it's not that I need it.
I mean, nobody needs a black
eelskin bomber jacket.

That's not the point.

What is the point?

I want it.
It matches my boots.

Your boots are a long way
from your jacket.

Do you think anyone will
notice that they match?

You'll never understand.

Nobody move!

Mr. Towers.
I didn't know it was you.

Mr. Towers, are you all right?
What are you doing, sir?

That's the safe.

I can't let you open that,
sir. You know the rules,
you made 'em.

Sir, it's Friday night,
the silent alarm.

Michael,
my surveillance scanners are
picking up a silent alarm.

Where?
Towers Gemstones, Inc.

It's right around the corner.
Nineteenth floor.

All right, let's get there.

All right, the police
ought to be here any minute.
I'm going up.

Good evening, gentlemen.

The police are right outside,
so why don't we just...

sit down and relax,
have a nice cup of coffee,
talk about world affairs...

have a burger and a "shake..."

Oh, no.

KITT, two of 'em
are coming your way.

One of 'em's still here.

Don't even think it, pal.
There's no way out of there.

Hey, do you hear
what I'm saying?

Whatever it is,
it can't be all that bad.

You hear me?

I don't have a gun.
So why don't we just
sit down and talk?

Please, don't!

Don't!

Clear the way.

His name was
Jeremy Towers, pal.

With a home address on Park.

See what you got on him,
will you?

I have a Jeremy Towers
at that address whose
business is wholesale jewelry.

He owns, correction,
owned the building
we just left.

Go on.

Towers left
a considerable estate...

over half of which comprises
priceless artifacts...

from archaeological
expeditions abroad.

The most recent of these was
on a search for...

the crown of the fabled
Mayan king, Tequatl.

Sounds like he had
quite a zest for adventure.

Why would he jump like that?

Michael,
your tone suggests
that you feel responsible.

Maybe I was, KITT.
Maybe I was.

Now, I told you,
no more questions.

Most of you know me as
a collector of
"special" people...

around whom I build
these intimate evenings.

Fortune-tellers
of every stripe.

Psychometrists...

levitationists...

telekinetists...

clairvoyants...

But never, never...

in my journey through
the borderline sciences...

have I ever met
someone like you're gonna
meet tonight.

Have I piqued your curiosity?

Well, in that case...

I'll have a white wine,
please.

Mr. Watkins,
I'm Elizabeth Wesley.

It wasn't easy to find you,
so please don't send me away.

I know what they're saying
about my father isn't true...

but I had to find someone
who was on the expedition
with him to prove it.

Towers, yourself, or whoever
the fourth man was.

Miss Wesley,
I informed you by letter and
told you countless times...

I have nothing more to say.

Mr. Watkins?

My father wouldn't
commit suicide.

You had to have found
Tequatl's crown.
Where is it?

Look, I didn't come
all the way from St. Louis...

to be protected
from the truth!

Tell me what happened.
Please!

Keep her out of the building.

I promise you,
you won't be disappointed.

Well, Claude,
you came after all.

Business is business.

I assure you, dear boy,
if it weren't for our
mutual affection for money...

you'd be doomed
to die of boredom.

Now that we're all "here..."

Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great,
great pleasure...

to present our very special
guest of honor,
from the island of Haiti.

Harana, Princess of Voodoo.

She is gorgeous!

Harana has very graciously
consented to provide...

those of you
who may wish it...

a little spiritual guidance.

A peek into
your very own futures.

Enjoy.

Well?

What do you think?

You've outdone yourself.
She's ridiculous.
Sexy, but ridiculous.

Sex is never ridiculous,
dear boy.

Exactly. I want to
meet her before I leave.

And where the hell is Towers?
Let's get this meeting
over with.

He was here
a few minutes ago,
I don't know where he went.

Why don't you try the p�t�?
You know,
it cost me a fortune.

You better keep an eye on him
the rest of the evening.

Excuse me,
I'll talk to you after this.

Gentlemen, you have
a small gift for me?
Yes.

Thank you.
I'll open it later.

Nice party.

Gotta try the chopped liver,
it's nothing but great.
Yeah.

I know many things
about you, Mr. Watkins.

For example...

you have a lifelong quest
that's gone unfulfilled.

That's usually
my line, honey.

Look, I don't believe
in Voodoo, okay?

I also know that
the archeological treasures
of Atlantis...

are the object
of that search.

Right. I'm an archaeologist.
Very good.

Now, what else did
Donald tell you about me?

I have two ex-wives,
I bet the horses...

I'm a connoisseur
of beautiful women.

You qualify for that.

What's your time like?

What's your time like,
Mr. Watkins?

You name it.

Tomorrow night? Here?

I think you'll find it
very exciting.

It wouldn't surprise me.

"Jewelry tycoon
Jeremy Towers, 52...

"plunged 19 stories to
his death last night,
an apparent suicide.

"Family and friends could
provide no clue as to why...

"Towers would
take his own life."

I know why he
took his own life.
I spooked him.

Hey, come on, Michael.
He was already spooked.

I mean, there's got to be
something weird behind it.

It says here that Towers had
just left a party...

where the guest of honor
was a Voodoo princess.

I had a great-aunt who
dabbled in stuff like that.

She was no princess,
but she was definitely a trip.

Voodoo? Wait a minute.

Devon, those two guys
with Jeremy Towers
sure looked like...

they were stoned on something.

Really, Michael...

No, no, I'm serious. One guy
picked me up and slam-dunked
me against the wall.

He had the strength
of three men.

Where was that party?
At Donald Crane's.

According to this,
there's another one tonight.

And Crane is listed on
the board of the City Museum.

His wealth was in
pre-Columbian art.

And he is a member of
the Parapsychology Society.

Whoa, KITT,
how's that in English?

Parapsychology is the study of
phenomena not explainable
by known natural laws, RC.

Voodoo.

If you don't mind,
I gotta clear this thing up
in my head.

Well, I suppose we could
stretch a point and make it
Foundation business.

Terrific.

However, I don't relish
having to justify it
to the board.

Maybe you could stretch a
point and get me an invitation
to Crane's party tonight?

Well, that's rather
a tall order at such
short notice, Michael.

However, I think I may
come up with an idea or two.

Thank you.

I got your
hysterical message.

Would you excuse us please,
Miss Lorimar?

You're inexhaustible, Claude.
I hope she can at least type.

Towers is dead.
Now, what the hell
are we gonna do now?

Well, unless you can raise
the poor fellow from the dead,
dear boy, absolutely nothing.

Well, what about his key?
What about his key?

The vault requires three,
remember?
Yours, mine and Towers.

If any one of them is missing,
the others are useless.

It's merely a postponement.
Merely a postponement?

That's a $10 million crown
you're talking about!

Towers left a will in which
the purpose of the key will
almost certainly be mentioned.

We'll just have ourselves
a new partner, that's all.

Well, you'd better be right.
For both our sakes.

We took part in a murder
to get a piece of that crown.

And you'll have your piece.

Mr. Watkins, office, please.

How do I look, pal?

No comment.

No comment? Thanks a lot.
Stay close.

Excuse me? Hi.
Hi.

You're going to
Donald Crane's party,
aren't you?

I noticed
you don't have a "date..."

I'd always wanted to
meet Harana. Would you mind?

No problem.

The name is Michael Knight.
Elizabeth Wesley.

Okay.

Shall we?
We shall.

Thank you.

Joe, I never talk business
at parties. You know that.

And I try never to party
when I'm doing business.

So, if you have
any armored trucks
you wanna sell me...

you just phone me about 'em
in the morning.

Excuse me?
Yes, sir.

This is a private party.
Perhaps you got off...

the elevator at
the wrong floor?

No, sir, we are sitting in
for one of your guests,
Geoffrey Twillinger.

He's at home with the flu
and he sends his regrets.

Oh, poor Geoff.

And who might you be "Mr..."

My name is Michael Knight.
I'm a freelance writer
for "Psychic Review."

I'm working on a series
of articles with
an emphasis on...

para-ecclesiastical ascension
to a higher plane.

How fascinating.
I'm Donald Crane. And this is?

This is Elizabeth,
my research assistant.

Pleased to meet you, my dear.
Well, just make yourselves
at home.

That girl.
That's Wesley's daughter.
Wesley's daughter?

She's been hounding me
for weeks. What the hell
is she doing here?

I haven't the foggiest idea.

Who's the big guy with her?
Obviously some phony.

Get them the hell out of here!

Patience, patience.

I promise I'll answer all
your questions after dinner.

Shall we meet
our guest of honor?

Good evening, Harana.
Been looking forward to
meeting you.

This is Elizabeth,
and my name is Michael Knight.

It's a pleasure.

What extraordinary
psychic energy.

You would make
a very good subject
for my special brand of magic.

Well, I'd love
to try that sometime.

But right now
I'm more concerned
about a friend of mine.

I think you know him.
His name is Jeremy Towers.

He was here last...

Well. Haven't I
met you gentlemen
someplace before?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid
you're both uninvited guests.

And I strongly suggest that
you leave here, now.

Boys, would you
show them the door?

I'll be happy to leave, but
not until I ask you gentlemen
a couple of questions.

Shall we?

Elizabeth?

You know, it's true what
they say about your parties.
They're a real bash.

KITT, a young woman left
just before I did.
Did you see her?

"No, Michael, I didn't. But I
thought I detected a lack
of hospitality in there.

That's putting it mildly.
But it has rewards.

Let's see what Devon
can come up with on this.

I don't believe
this mess.

Who was he?

Well, he said his name
was Michael Knight.

He kept asking
Harana about Towers.

Look, why don't you two just
whisk off to someplace cozy
and comfortable...

while I man
the barricades, huh?

Harana, show Claude
the Room of Dreams.

Sounds promising.

Devon, both guys were
wearing them.
Same as last night.

Only this time they didn't
act like sleepwalkers.

And believe me,
they didn't pack
the same punch.

Well, they appear to be
receivers of some kind.
See for yourself.

Given a certain frequency...

they could create
electrochemical responses
in the brain.

You know,
some people wear these
for seasickness.

My uncle used one
to quit smoking.

I have a suspicion, RC,
that these stimulate
overproduction...

of the brain's
neurotransmitters.

Like endorphin.
It kills pain.

They could also produce
a surge of adrenalin and any
number of other responses.

That might explain the way
that guy threw you across
the room last night.

Devon, if these clips
work the way you describe...

wouldn't it take an outside
source to activate them?

Yes, indeed.

So what if we take
what you've got...

and feed it into KITT's CPU?

It could monitor the source.

It would take some time.

How about 10 minutes?
I've got to get back
to the party.

Anything else?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I ran into a girl at the party
but by the time the smoke
had cleared, she was gone.

Story of his life.

Very funny.
Her name was Elizabeth Wesley.

See what you can find on her.

I see an image.

Yes, it's getting clearer.

You're going on an expedition.

That's past history.
What about the present?
What about you and me?

No. What I see is yet to come.

I see you in
a world of untold treasures.

I see you in a world no one
has touched for centuries.

A lost city.

Do you have a map?

I don't need one.

I can see it very clearly.

And so will you.

With this.

You put this
on your left ear...

and you will see what I see.

Anything you say.

Like this?

Now what?
Now...

I press this.

Okay, back to the party.

Michael, what makes you think
you'll be any more welcome
now than before?

I'll worry about that
when I get there.

KITT, Devon established
the frequency and sync rate
of the clip.

Let me know
if there's anything
like it activated...

within a two-mile radius
of us.

Right away, Michael.

Michael, three of the clips
have been activated and are
within the two-mile radius.

Locate them on your grid.

They're all three
in one vehicle.

My monitors detect
a four-cylinder foreign
vehicle following them.

Forget about the party.
We got one of our own.
Let's get on their tail.

I know, I know,
you break it, you bought it.

Mr. Watkins, you're gonna
have to stop running away
from me.

I just can't...

That's an odd place to
rendezvous after a party.

My scanners show four people
in the building, three of them
wearing the receivers.

The fourth is the girl who
entered the party with you.

Elizabeth? Are you sure?

Unless she has a twin with
identical DNA structure.

And Michael, her heart rate
is above normal.
She's frightened.

Elizabeth!

You all right?
Yeah.

Michael.

Uh-oh.

All pumped up again.

Not again!

Michael?

Michael?

Michael!

KITT, I need you, pal!

On my way.

All right, come on.
Watch your head.

They're escaping, Michael.

Keep 'em on
your scanners, pal.

This is your pal?
Yeah, jump in.

Michael! That's Mr. Watkins!
The man I need to talk to!

That makes two of us.

Mr. Watkins?

No. No!

Poor Mr. Watkins.

It was all my fault.
I kept after him
and after "him..."

Well, I had to know
what happened to my dad.

You're making the same
mistake I did.
You're blaming yourself.

He wasn't in any more control
than the other two guys.

Come on.

Tell me how you got involved
in this in the first place.

They were on
an expedition together.

My father, Watkins,
and two other men.

One of those men being
Jeremy Towers.
Yes.

And a fourth.

Nobody has been able
or willing to tell me
who that was.

Towers said that my father
committed suicide.

He drowned in the rapids
deep in the jungle.
His body was never recovered.

My dad wasn't like that,
Michael.

He had too much to live for.

So you're saying you think
your father was murdered?

Yes.

Dad was certain they'd
find Tequatl's crown.

The expedition was
founded on his research.

It was his dream to
give it to the museum...

but the others,
they were against that.

They found the crown,
I just know it.

And they killed your father to
keep the crown for themselves.

KITT, find out if
Tequatl's crown turned up
recently...

in any private collection
or museum.

Right away, Michael.

I find the last major
acquisition of that kind...

recorded in June
of last year, Michael.

The crown of Santa Isabella
was donated to
the Chicago Museum...

by a Mrs. Darla Blackman.

If your theory is correct...

the fourth man's got
the crown all to himself.

I'm going to find him.

When I do,
I'll find the crown, too,
fulfill Dad's dream.

Her real name is Bonita Vance.

She's a first-rate
inventive mind
which has turned to crime.

Mostly confidence schemes.

Last year she was arrested
in Miami for impersonating
a North African empress.

Man, that lady
does not shoot low.

Devon, did you get any results
on the ear clip?
I'm afraid not.

It's in the analyzer.
I'll let you know as soon as
I get any results.

Look, I gotta see
this thing through.
And not just for myself.

Thank you.

I understand.

Professor Wesley intended
Tequatl's crown to go
to the city museum.

I think that makes it
Foundation business.

Thank you, Devon.

Now, it's time I had
a heart-to-heart talk
with Mr. Crane.

Here, don't leave
your "coffee..."

Well...

it was just confirmed
on the radio.

Claude Watkins
shot himself last night.

Well, now it's time to settle
our account.

It's been such a
fruitful collaboration,
Harana.

Especially since I've always
detested the act of murder.
Still do.

You know, induced suicide
is so much more civilized.

A million dollars was
our arrangement, I believe.

Which is just
too steep a price.

So if you hand over
those keys, I'll be glad to
show you to the door.

And take those
Neanderthal bullies
with you, huh?

No tricks. I'd hate you to
have to explain to the police
about Towers and Watkins.

He's not aware of his destiny,
huh, gentlemen?

Don't try my patience, Harana!

Hey!

Michael, I finally
have some results
on those ear clips.

Great. What do you got?

I've found they can be
deactivated with
a high-frequency tone.

Okay.
Patch it through to KITT.

I'm still running
a series of combinations
through the banks.

I'll let you have it
as soon as I get it.
Thank you.

Take your car
and go to 121 Wall Street.

Enter the basement
and "there..."

I'm reading three of those
activated clips within
a two-mile radius, Michael.

Locate them on the grid.

KITT,
that's Crane's high-rise.

Michael, it would be
less than rational for you
to go against...

three such
anthropomorphic robots.

We got no choice.
The patterns hold and
they leave the building...

there could be another murder.

All right, let's move it.

KITT, that was Donald Crane.

He was under the influence,
Michael.

Harana. She's the key.
If we get to her,
maybe we can stop all this.

You could at least
have called first,
Mr. Michael Knight.

Well, Harana. Just the lady
I wanted to see.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but it was not my charm
that brought you back.

You know that it wasn't.

It's a pity.

Harana, tell me about
these ear clips.

Donald Crane just left here
hell-bent for something.

Ten-to-one odds,
he was wearing one of those.

Donald has an appointment
with destiny.

Donald has an appointment
with murder.

Now, why don't you just
stop this, while there's
still time?

You force me to do something
I know I will regret.

Well, my favorite
tag team...

Hulk Hogan
and Sargent Slaughter.

How you doing, guys?

Not talking, huh?

Sorry, can't play today.

Michael, I'm reading
diminished functions
in your vital signs.

Michael?

Donald Crane has gone out of
the two-mile radius...

but now I'm reading a third
activated clip in the house.

You'd better proceed with...

It's such a shame, Michael.

We could have had such
a glorious destiny together.

Michael? Michael?

You will take your car
and go to 121 Wall Street.

There you will join
Donald Crane
in the basement...

and will wait
for further orders.

Michael, I was worried sick.

Where to, Michael?
121 Wall Street.

We lost contact.
Did something go wrong
with the comlink?

I still read three
activated clips, Michael.

Michael, didn't you hear me?
What's the matter?

Why won't you answer me?

Michael!
You've become one of them!

Devon, come in.

What is it, KITT?

Devon, he's under
the influence of
one of those devices.

Is he all right?

Well, physically,
he's all there, Elizabeth.

But technically he's
non compus mentis.

Hey, stop with the technical.
What's wrong with him?

KITT means that Michael
doesn't have all his
mental faculties.

Where are you headed, KITT?
121 Wall Street.

I took the liberty of
checking the location.

That building is
scheduled for demolition.

Holy...
Where are you going, RC?

I'm sorry, boss, but
I can't just stand around
and listen...

when Michael's in
that kind of trouble.

What in heaven's name
does he think
he's going to do?

I don't know.
But I sure feel a lot better
knowing he's trying.

KITT, I've got
a frequency for you.
I was testing it now...

but I guess we don't have time
for the results. Hold on.

Set your
electronic field disrupter...

to a frequency
of 64 megahertz.

Done.

Two nanosecond blasts
followed by one long one...

precisely 2.978 seconds.

How'd we get here?
A new kind of autopilot.

Michael, check your right ear.

Harana must have been
busy, huh?

All right, pal.
Let's see what she had
in mind for us.

All right, scan the building.

There's one person inside.

Donald Crane, no doubt.

And a massive deployment
of explosives.

Michael,
this building isn't scheduled
for demolition today.

But the system has
just been primed.

Locate the detonator
and neutralize it.

I can't.
It's at a remote location.

The countdown is
already started and is
irreversible from here.

KITT, if Crane dies...

So does Elizabeth's dream of
vindicating her father.

We're going in?
You got it.

I was afraid of that.

40 seconds and counting,
Michael.

Come on.
We got to get you
out of here.

Come on!

30 seconds, Michael.

What are you doing here?
Helping you.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Get him in the car.
This place is going to blow.

Can you bring
Crane out of that?

Yes, Michael,
but we only have 10 seconds.

All right, we're out of here.

Ten seconds! My bike!
Wait a minute!

Nice, KITT. Very, very nice.

No applause.
Just a wash and wax, please.

You got it!

Yeah, and a new bike.

Yeah, sorry about that.

All right, let's bring
Crane back from Oz.

To quote Blanche DuBois,
"I've always depended on
the kindness of strangers."

You're welcome. Just tell me
where the crown is.

I'm afraid I don't know what
you're talking about.

Can it, Crane.
Harana just tried to kill you.

You want her to
have the crown?

The private vault company's
on South Ridge Drive.

We get to the airport...

There they are!

Stop 'em.

All right,
let's try that decoder again.

Consider yourself in
protective custody.

Lock him in, KITT.

Way to go, RC.

KITT, try a little Voodoo
on her car, will you, pal?

Very nice. Very nice.

I'll take that.
If you don't mind.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Whoa!

Man, I see what all that fuss
was about.

Sorry, Harana,
but a stolen crown...

never made a man a king,
nor a woman a princess.

Hey, that's good, Michael.
What is that, Shakespeare?

Michael Knight.

Yeah, I had to lay some bread
on the demolition guys...

but at least they found it...

almost in one piece.

Well, RC, you did say
the timing was going bad.

True.

Well, now you got
a chance to fix it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Right. With a lot of work,
she'll be as good as new
in no time.

Great Scott. What is that?

Oh, it "is..."
It is it, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well, cheer up.

I've just come
from the museum.

They plan to feature Tequatl's
crown in a special Mayan
exhibit next month.

Your father would have been
very pleased, my dear.
Thank you so much, Devon.

And very, very proud.

How can I ever
thank you, Michael?

Wait, this isn't goodbye,
is it?

Well, I have booked you
a plane, as you asked.

Not today.

Well, that did seem
a trifle premature.

After all, the police
will have questions to ask.

So, I thought,
perhaps three days?

I think that shows
incredible insight.

Yes, incredible.

I owe you one.

Only one?

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