Hollenbeck's in trouble. Let's go!
Turbo boost!
A lethal bacteria developed with a Foundation grant...
has fallen into the wrong hands.
We're all familiar with the horrible death it causes.
I like it.
The Hammer-of-the-Desert will like it.
There's no way KITT and I can handle this alone.
All of us are going into the field.
Alisha Craven-Hall.
If this is a hoax, you'll pay for it.
Michael will find us, somehow.
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.
This experiment has also been filmed...
with guinea pigs and dogs.
Monkeys, being primates, react more like human beings.
The bacteria, once released, travel by air.
Watch the time in seconds.
One, two, three.
Yes, yes. They're already in extreme pain.
Look.
Mmm-hmm.
That's enough. Shut it off.
We're all familiar with the horrible death it causes.
Let's get this over with.
I like it.
The Hammer-of-the-Desert will like it.
Good-bye, Mr. Carascas.
Good-bye, Hollenbeck.
You ready to go, Dad? Yeah.
You know our price.
$1 million.
In advance and 10 times that much on delivery.
When?
It will be during the next shipment.
Will he give us any trouble?
Don't concern yourself about him.
Devon, why would Hollenbeck...
pick this prime vacation spot for a rendezvous?
As a safety precaution, Michael.
If Carascas discovers that Hollenbeck has had a change of heart...
and has offered to help us, his life will be in jeopardy.
He should have thought of that before he sold him the canister.
I agree. Nevertheless, the fact remains...
that a lethal bacteria developed with a Foundation grant...
has fallen into the wrong hands...
and the responsibility is mine.
Devon, there's no way you could have known...
those experiments would accidentally produce a weapon.
But they did, Michael.
Just one cubic centimeter in a city's water supply...
can wipe out its whole population.
I won't know a moment's peace until you and KITT retrieve that canister.
All right, you can count on us.
I am counting on you, Michael. Good luck.
KITT, give me an area scan.
I wanna know if Hollenbeck's here yet.
A car is approaching, Michael. Two people in the front.
That's it. He said his daughter would be driving.
How's your mother, Gaye?
Mom's doing fine.
She asked if she could see you.
Well, I've got this appointment.
I might see her next week. Tell her.
I'm picking up another car with four men inside.
All right, Hollenbeck's in trouble. Let's go!
Oh, my God! Step on it.
Turbo boost!
Hollenbeck has been wounded, Michael.
All right. Let's get back to him, buddy.
All right, KITT, scan his vitals.
Right away, Michael.
Pulse very faint, blood pressure 80/50 and falling.
His daughter appears uninjured.
Dad!
He'll be all right. He'll be all right.
Call the paramedics!
Right away, Michael.
My father wouldn't be involved in these things, Michael.
I know it! He's involved, Gaye.
Missile systems, decoding equipment...
you name it, he stole it.
I can't believe it. I can't!
It's just so unlike him. I mean, why?
You grew up in an exclusive neighborhood...
you went to the finest schools.
You think your dad provided that kind of lifestyle on a technician's salary?
He said it was an inheritance.
I had no reason to doubt him.
He's a good man, Michael. He's generous, patriotic.
I guess that's what finally won out...
when he realized what the consequences could be.
And that will probably cost him his life.
Simon Carascas, head man at the Embassy.
Over the years, Hollenbeck has been providing him with hi-tech contraband...
which he in turn sells to proscribed countries.
The little Hollenbeck has told us from his hospital bed...
confirms what we have suspected...
that Carascas has the missing canister of genetic material...
on these premises.
Why not just blow in with a SWAT team...
and search the place from top to bottom?
I mean, it used to happen in my old neighborhood all the time.
Unfortunately, we're not in your old neighborhood, Reginald.
This is a Foreign Embassy.
It is therefore illegal to set foot in it without proper permission.
Who said anything about asking permission?
Oh, you have a point.
As you can see...
the building is a nest of surveillance cameras...
monitored by armed security personnel.
RC, there's an army of them.
An intruder wouldn't stand a chance.
But your instinct is correct, Reginald.
While you were on the road, we came up with a plan to infiltrate the Embassy.
Of course, it has to be done before the canister leaves via diplomatic courier...
in which case it would be untouchable.
There's no way KITT and I can handle this alone.
All of us are going into the field.
The plan has no chance of success should any one of us fail.
Hey, I'm ready.
I mean, there's got to be a way that we can get to this Carascas dude.
Two of them. His passion for unique automobiles...
and beautiful women.
I think this will work.
It works for me.
Now, the canister is being kept in an Embassy vault...
in the same area in which Carascas keeps his vehicles...
prior to shipping them home.
I think I know where you're coming from, boss.
We're adding to the man's collection, right?
Right you are, Reginald. The Lynx lmperial.
The very one in which the Baron set...
the world speed record in 1955.
And we're using it as a prototype...
for KITT's new identity.
This is the key to it.
A supercooled plastic...
that can be instantly liquefied.
That's just the beginning.
Now, we have a lot of work to do and very little time to do it in.
Okay.
It's time for me to be heading out. Let's see what we've got.
Very natty, Reginald.
I think it's time for you to be moving out, too, Michael.
Yeah, just a second.
What's his gig, boss?
My sources have just informed me...
that Carascas has hired a contract killer to make sure...
that Mr. Hollenbeck never leaves the hospital alive.
KITT and I are about to cancel that contract.
32 inches.
And remember...
Carascas must be completely fooled by KITT's disguise...
or else Michael won't have the slightest chance to make the switch.
Careful.
It won't break.
I know, but I'll still be glad when it goes out.
48 hours.
Lupo's here.
You can go.
Well, Lupo, it's been a long time.
You only call when you have a problem, Simon.
I keep telling you, my wife is a gourmet cook.
Any evening, huh? Mmm-hmm.
Maybe have a little celebration, huh?
It's not gonna be easy. The man is well guarded.
Whoa.
If it were easy, you wouldn't have to pay me $100,000...
to eliminate him.
What do you want?
Come on, man, the car.
I'm making a delivery. Can't you see?
Look, it's your hide if I don't make it.
Mr. C ain't gonna like losing this baby.
You better call him and check me out. You dig?
What is it?
Oh, I'll be right down.
Your usual guarantee...
if anything goes wrong?
My backup's name is Hajeck. Johnny Hajeck.
Hey, man, you think I'm trying to hustle this clunker?
No way.
I am here to put you onto this.
How did you know I was interested in that car?
It's my business to know.
After all, it's no secret that Simon Carascas has been after...
'55 Lynx Imp for years.
Lynx Imperial.
And I don't believe you have it.
Only two were ever built...
and neither has ever been seen in this country.
Where do you think I took this? China?
Of course, if you ain't interested...
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Where can I see the car?
Deal first. Like, what's my end?
10% of the selling price.
12%.
Stay by the phone, my man. I will be in touch.
All right. Give me a surveillance scan of everybody in the area.
All systems activated, Michael.
My scan is picking something up, Michael.
Yeah, I see.
Unless a .45 is a standard MD issue these days.
That's our boy.
What are you planning, Michael?
Old Oriental surgical procedure.
Outpatient area, Dr. Reed. Outpatient area.
Excuse me, Doctor.
All right, KITT, I got him.
Notify the authorities and Devon to pick him up...
then return to the Foundation for your conversion.
You're supposed to be alone.
This is Franco, my mechanic and an expert.
And if this is a hoax, you'll pay for it.
This ain't no scam.
Hey, you need a little security, bring him along.
No problem.
Who is it, Sidney?
It's the dude I told you about.
Oh, not at all what I expected.
Is anything wrong?
Oh, on the contrary.
The last consular official I did business with...
was a stuffy, older gentleman with a monocle and cane.
You look like fun.
Simon Carascas. Ah.
Alisha Craven-Hall.
Please, this way.
I can't tell you how pleased I am...
to find a man who shares at least one of my passions.
And we'll soon find out if you share one of mine.
I am obsessed by authenticity.
Franco!
Right here. It's genuine.
See this nick?
The Baron himself put it there...
when he set the land speed record in 1955.
Are you sure?
I was there, on his crew.
Incredible!
May I ask how you've come to have this car?
The Baron had it flown here for our anniversary.
You were married to him?
Oh, not exactly. The word isn't in his vocabulary.
Nor mine, for that matter.
How much are you asking?
For the car.
$350, firm.
It's not worth a penny over $300,000.
But you're buying it from me.
True.
Would the criteria be satisfied...
if the owner were to deliver it personally, for example.
More than satisfied. I have no doubt of it.
Good.
Oh, and don't feel defeated.
I always get my price.
Cash.
Dr. Allen, report to surgery.
Dr. Burman, Emergency area. Dr. Burman, Emergency area.
The doctor said he has a 50-50 chance.
When I think about what he'll have to face if he pulls through...
I wonder if it wouldn't be better if he doesn't.
Hey, come on. I don't think that's a choice he'd make.
I know it isn't.
Thanks, Michael. I guess I just...
Mr. Knight. Mr. Michael Knight.
Excuse me. You have a call at the nurses' station.
Yes, I'm Michael Knight.
Hello, Michael.
Hello, Devon, what's up?
Two things. First, Carascas went for the Lynx.
Terrific. Is KITT ready?
Indeed.
KITT has been transformed into as unique a vehicle as I've ever seen.
Second, I checked out that ambulance driver as you requested.
Contract killer named Lupo.
What about a backup shooter? You get anything on that yet?
Yes, your suspicions were correct.
He's already engaged one, a fellow named Johnny Hajeck.
The police have just picked him up at our request.
He'll cause you no trouble.
Devon, Carascas is no fool here.
As soon as I make my move, he's gonna have me checked out.
You're fully covered.
I've just completed work on your police dossier.
The next move is up to you, Michael.
Make it a good one...
and carefully.
Okay, thanks.
We're gonna need you on this.
Whatever I can do, Michael. Anything.
Just so you know, it is not without risk.
Michael, this is the man who's destroyed my father and is trying to kill us.
Okay.
Afternoon.
Lupo's been busted.
I don't know what you're talking about...
or even who you are. Now get out.
Name is Hajeck, Johnny Hajeck.
Lupo's backup man?
Yes, he mentioned you.
It'll cost you an extra $50,000 to waste Hollenbeck.
$10,000 in advance.
And that buys me an observer when you make the hit...
and Vascone is right there next to you.
It's fine.
You have him at the hospital with the money...
I'll come here to collect the balance after the hit goes down.
Have a nice day.
Are you all right, sir?
Oh, yes.
You handled it brilliantly.
He says he's Johnny Hajeck.
I'll get you to make certain.
And if he is Hajeck...
I'll fill you in with what happens next.
Either way...
I don't want to be bothered by him again...
and you do understand, don't you?
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
You're more beautiful than I ever imagined.
A dream come true.
And I will care for you like no other person could.
I promise.
I swear it.
I don't know what you got there.
Nothing in the specifications about that.
Excuse me.
Who said that?
I did.
But there's no cause for alarm.
A voice module is one of my special features.
That connector which is going to...
make your life a lot easier, is another.
What do you mean by that?
It provides power to my on-board battery charger...
and antistatic generator.
I'm sure you're aware how valuable they can be.
I sure am.
Mr. Carascas gets very angry when one of his cars don't start.
And if he sees even a speck of dust, he gets furious.
Well, you won't have to worry about that with me.
Good.
Michael, my man...
something tells me Mr. C is setting you up for a major double-cross.
Hold it!
Thank you.
Now move. Move!
One moment, Hajeck.
I must make sure of this.
Are you nuts? You need a silencer on that thing.
Half the hospital will be in here before we get out of the door.
Here, a special load. Make it fast.
Let's go!
No, don't shoot.
Go!
Get out of here.
I bet Carascas is gonna be real thrilled...
when he finds out he's still $40,000 in the hole.
Now, come on. Move!
I thought you worked alone.
You were wrong, pal. Get in.
Nothing like a little teamwork.
All right, everybody, rise and shine.
You did well. Very well.
Is there any word on Dad?
No. He's still in surgery.
We preempt our musical programming...
for a special news item.
Mass murder at Southside Hospital this evening.
Police report four people shot to death in gangland style.
The victims include two police officers, a visitor and a patient...
who had been hospitalized by an earlier attempt on his life by our gunman.
Stay tuned to this station for more...
on our next newsbreak.
No further details yet.
We do know, however, that four people were killed.
We've learned that the patient...
was research scientist August Hollenbeck and the woman, his daughter.
Hollenbeck was involved with another shooting just two days earlier.
We don't yet know, however, if the two incidents were related.
We're gonna be in deep with Carascas for this one.
Hey.
Hey, it's her!
She's supposed to be dead!
Hey, this ought to square it for us.
I hate to do this on the run...
but I've got a patient in the next wing...
that I've got to get to immediately.
Please, Dr. Gottlieb, there's no need to apologize.
I appreciate everything you're doing.
What are the chances for my father's recovery now?
Well, he made it though the surgery.
Frankly, I was surprised that he did.
The next 72 hours are the most critical.
After that we'll be able...
My wife keeps threatening to hide this on me.
I wish she would, sometimes. I'm sorry.
I'll check in on him later.
Thank you.
Go, go! Haul it out of here.
The gunman apparently entered the building...
through the fire escape and fled the same way...
making good his escape.
Yes?
I'll be right out.
Make yourself comfortable. I shan't be long.
Nice try, Carascas. But your shooters blew it.
My money. Right now.
You would have done the same thing in my position.
That's how the game is played.
But you lost. And lucky for you, you did...
because my people would have been all over you. And they don't miss.
Paid in full.
And that's the way out.
You know, there's too much heat on the street tonight.
Do you know of a safer place to spend the night...
than a diplomatically immune Embassy?
Be my guest.
But I have to have your weapon.
I don't have any.
Be my guest.
It's empty.
Show him to our guest room.
KITT, you picking me up?
I'm watching you.
I'm patched into the surveillance system as well.
Any problem? No, Michael.
As a matter of fact, I found myself in some interesting company.
I mean, suddenly, it occurred to me...
that being a collector's item means being part of history.
Good.
Okay, time for Hajeck's favorite pastime.
Give me a five-minute loop, will you?
Rolling tape now, Michael.
Okay, Michael, I've got enough. Cut and print.
How about the corridors?
I prerecorded them earlier.
They'll appear empty on the surveillance system.
Start feeding it all into the surveillance system.
I wanna get out of here.
Okay?
You're clear, Michael.
Time to do my rounds.
Freeze.
Hands up.
I'll save you the trouble, pal.
The gun's in my ankle.
I lied.
Who's that girl?
Hollenbeck's daughter.
But I thought she was dead.
She was.
I saw Hajeck shoot her.
Then I pulled the trigger myself.
Let's get Hajeck!
Ah, you seem to have met someone along the way.
Sorry, pal, no time for introductions.
Pinpointed the location of the vault?
Yes, it's around the corner to your right...
behind those doors.
Now for the canister.
Okay, stay tuned, pal.
I'm gonna need your help on this one.
All right, KITT, hit this lock.
Okay, I got another lock here.
No problem.
He's not here. How's that possible?
The vault! Let's check the vault!
Hurry, Michael!
They've discovered you're not in the guest room!
Michael, my sensors tell me they're coming.
I'll take my chances, pal.
Long as they don't have this.
Hey. Well, guys.
Pardon me, but what exactly are you doing down here?
Well, what do you think I was doing here?
Was admiring your collection of classics.
I mean, I bet you guys have no idea what you've got here.
Well, whoever you are, you're an extremely capable fellow.
Uh...
Alisha, I'm sorry and terribly disappointed...
but I'm afraid you have to leave.
Oh. Well, I hope it's nothing I said.
Oh, of course not.
Matters of State. A sudden diplomatic crisis.
As you Americans say, comes with the territory.
I'll see you out.
Bonnie!
I'm sorry.
I think you've mistaken me for someone else.
Bonnie.
"Alisha Craven-Hall."
That's more like it.
Take them both!
I have a feeling that the Hammer-of-the-Desert...
will be rather pleased with his American guests.
What about Hajeck?
We'll deal with him when I get back.
He's an imposter, she's an imposter.
Bad things always come in threes, don't they?
Go over that car, top to bottom...
and dismantle it.
KITT?
Are you all right, Michael?
Yeah, if you consider being locked in a 6 by 6 filthy room all right...
I'm doing great.
How can I help you, Michael?
Keep your scanners peeled.
I wanna know when Carascas leaves the premises.
He's already left, Michael. He took Bonnie and Gaye with him.
Gaye?
What's she doing here?
I don't know, Michael. But her arrival blew Bonnie's cover.
Yeah, I bet it did.
You stay on Carascas. Got a lock for you.
That should do it.
Sure did. I'll be right there.
Hold it, Michael.
Vascone is coming.
Get me the tools, Pascal.
We're taking this down to the frame.
Get me a crowbar.
What's going on?
They're trying to dismantle me, Michael.
You mean, your outer shell, the Lynx.
Yes, I'm afraid I've started thinking of it as a part of me.
All right, it's time for the butterfly to shed its cocoon.
We've got to get out of here. Are you ready?
Ready, Michael. Here we go.
We'll use the oxyacetylene torch.
One way or another, we'll take this body apart.
Vascone's more than distracted, Michael.
I'm on my way.
What a mess!
No, he's on our side, Michael.
You've just been slimed.
What's happening with Carascas?
He's still within scanner range.
All right, let's move it!
All right. Super Pursuit mode, pal...
and open the front gate, will you?
All right, give me a directional scan on the Mercedes.
I've got it, Michael.
Carascas is headed for the harbor area.
That figures.
He's probably going to deliver the canister in person.
Play it safe and get out while he can.
I'm sorry, Bonnie. I was upset. I wasn't thinking.
You couldn't help it.
Michael will find us, somehow. He will.
All right, back to cruise mode.
The shooter's yours.
Carascas is mine.
Wait!
Let's talk trade off.
No deal. I'm holding all the cards.
You see that crane up there?
There's a sharpshooter up there.
He puts a bullet in that canister and we're all dead.
You ready up there?
KITT, turn on your vocal synthesizer.
Toss it up to that crane.
The canister is in my cross hairs, Mr. Knight.
What do you want? The women...
for your freedom.
And I have the canister?
Be my guest.
Deal!
Come on.
Bon voyage.
I don't get it. You let him get away with the canister!
We sure did. Boy, I'd give anything to be there...
when the Hammer-of-the-Desert opens that canister.
Yeah, but Carascas will wish he wasn't.
What are you two talking about?
Well, I just happened to switch the canisters.
He's got the phony one.
As a matter of fact, it's his death warrant.
You mean it's empty?
Not exactly.
What did you fill it with, anyway?
Well, nothing special.
I'm sure that the Hammer has got camel pens full of it.
Good news, Michael.
Our sources in the Middle East...
report that Carascas has arrived to a tumultuous fanfare.
You mean The-Hammer-of-the-Desert...
was so overcome by what was in the canister...
that he went all out to express his gratitude?
Right on. When last seen, Carascas was being chased into the desert...
by some very angry dudes with some very large steak knives.
Well, that's not all.
Mr. Hollenbeck is out of intensive care...
and the Prosecutor's Office agreed to take his efforts...
to help us, into consideration.
Well, congratulations.
You've all come through with flying colors and I...
Excuse me...
but speaking of flying colors, they have a way of becoming...
the center of attention these days, don't they?
Do you think he's trying to tell us something?
Merely making an observation, Michael.
You know, I really believe that he's somewhat jealous.
Somewhat?
Boss, he's only a couple of revs away...
from a very bright shade of green.
I wouldn't be caught junked in green.
Why not, KITT?
I thought you looked absolutely stunning in red.
Yeah, I mean, I was getting the impression...
that your cover was actually beginning to grow on you.
Please, Michael...
I'm the Knight Industries Two Thousand...
not a tomato on wheels.