"How'd they fit in to sabotaging the defense conference?" "I've got him set up over there." "My wallet." "Samantha." "These girls get out, commit crimes, and then go back into jail." "One down, two to go." "Sounds like these people waste anybody who get in the way." "Are you into doing something a little unusual?" "I'll be close." "Inmate and accomplice killed in a daring escape attempt." "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." "I'll be right back." "Okay." "Michael show yet?" "Michael's always late for these things." "He'll be here." "Oh, great." "Here." "Right on the money, Julie." "I've got him set up over there." "This place looks certainly different from the Foundation, Matt." "Hard to believe they were designed by the same architect." "Not if you're as talented as Matt Erickson." "Come on." "This is my favorite song." "Hi, there, green eyes." "Me?" "Jealous of my friend in his hour of glory?" "She is kinda cute." "Yeah, but can she reprogram a range-finder?" "I won't be long." "Okay." "Well, the Lone Eagle of the highway finally landed." "Lone Eagle landed two hours ago." "You were just too busy to notice." "Well, when you're hot, you're hot." "What can I say?" "Samantha went to freshen up." "When she comes back, why don't the four of us take a little drive and go down to..." "Did you lose something?" "Yeah, I can't find my keys." "My wallet, my credit cards, my office and house keys." "Samantha." "Check the ladies' room, I'll cover the door." "KITT, look for a pretty girl with dark hair, leaving in a hurry." "What happened?" "Did the Lone Eagle strike out again?" "Very funny." "She's a pickpocket." "Keep your scanners peeled." "I'll do my best, Michael." "I really don't know anything about this." "Really." "You can look for yourself." "Told you." "That's right." "My stuff's not here." "If you don't mind." "Oldest scam in the book." "Grab and pass." "Her partner's around here somewhere." "I've got her, Michael." "But she's a blond." "Track her." "I'll be right down." "She's in a gray sedan, heading..." "North on Piedmont or east on Wheeler?" "North on Piedmont." "How could you predict it so quickly?" "Matt lives on Wheeler, his office is on Piedmont." "Had to be one or the other." "That's his car, KITT." "KITT, she's headed around back!" "On my way." "KITT, I need you." "Okay." "She just stopped being predictable, but she may be traceable." "All right, KITT, photograph this." "Right away, Michael." "Run down the manufacturer or distributor, will you?" "Michael, over 100 million sport shoes are sold every year." "It could take days." "Just do it." "All right, let's head for the semi." "Maybe Bonnie can help." "I want this incident... vigorously investigated, Michael." "Our Secretary of State is attending a meeting at the hotel." "A top secret gathering of NATO defense ministers... to map out strategy in space." "The meeting takes place... just 48 hours from now." "My real concern..." "Is security." "Two young women can get inside and pull off a simple scam like that." "Can you imagine what some battle-hardened pros could do?" "Precisely." "But who is to say that those women aren't professionals testing the water?" "I think you should start with them." "Oh, my!" "What a terrible physical specimen." "Madam, forgive me, but you really should stop." "Only half a mile, and I'm already hallucinating." "I'm hearing voices." "It's probably old cupcakes screaming in my thighs." "This is not cupcakes, this is the voice of reason." "For some, exercise is a spectator sport." "Trust me." "Yeah?" "And who's out there doing all the spectating?" "Single men." "This is one small sprint for a woman... a great leap towards a cute lawyer." "I've never seen a happy jogger." "Well, I don't get it, Michael." "Nothing's missing, as far as we know." "Matt, what they usually do is they lift your keys, they steal your car... they grab your address from the registration, and rip off your house." "But what was she doing here?" "I don't know." "But they couldn't have gotten this address from my registration." "That's my whole point." "This is a lot more than a street scam." "They came here specifically for something." "What do you mean?" "Devon's concerned about the security of the hotel." "Are you still working on the hotel?" "No." "Those plans should be in the files." "I have no reason to." "Somebody does." "Good work, girls." "One down, two to go." "What?" "I thought you said just this once." "You promised if I..." "Stop complaining." "You'll do as you're told." "Do you remember what I told you would happen if you don't?" "Do you want me to keep my promises?" "Julie, you remember you used to complain about working out all the time... about the pain, but it paid off, right?" "You can handle this." "Yeah, Julie, you better handle it." "It's our ticket out of here." "I don't belong here." "Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?" "Now, now, girls." "Calm down." "I don't want any of this on our team, all right?" "Practice in the morning." "Same time as usual, okay?" "I can't do it." "I can't live through another day like this." "You won't live through tonight if you don't!" "Get her out of my sight!" "Come on, let's go." "Come on." "Where's Alice?" "You won't be seeing her anymore." "What do you mean?" "She wasn't supposed to be released until next week." "Yeah, I heard she was cutting a deal with the DA." "Something to do with... brutality to prisoners." "Shame she blew it." "Are you telling me that Alice is back in solitary?" "Huh-huh." "The morgue." "The morgue?" "Yeah, she got into a knife fight in the shower." "Never know who these inmates will cut up next." "Those girls were after the plans for the hotel." "Any idea why, Michael?" "Yeah, I'd say Devon's concerns for that defense conference are valid." "Any more on that sports shoe for me?" "It was made by Sportop, their gym sole model." "The local distributor is Aero-Nastics, a fitness center downtown." "All right, let's head over there." "I'm gonna go take a shower." "See you." "Hold it." "Nice, but the rotation was a bit shaky." "Keep working on it." "Wow." "She looked like a 10 to me." "Unfortunately, the judges don't wear sunglasses." "Can I help you?" "Yeah, I'm interested in a pair of Sportop gym soles." "Who runs the concession?" "I do, but we don't carry that brand." "Really?" "That'd be news to them." "Oh." "Right." "Well, we took a half dozen pairs on trial... but didn't sell real well." "That's because they didn't have you endorsing them." "Hi, my name's Michael Knight." "Dina Shelton." "How you doing?" "You know, it'd be a real big help to me... if you could check your records and tell me who bought... those six pairs of Sportops." "Nobody." "We gave them to Jason." "Jason Nelson." "He's one of our instructors." "Do you know where I can find him?" "Gainesboro Prison." "He's their sports director." "Oh." "Michael, what's this all about?" "Guess you could say it's a routine with a very high degree of difficulty." "Nice to meet you." "Have a nice day." "Thanks." "Well, we issue footwear to all of our inmates." "Most of them take them with them when they leave." "Well, I've narrowed it down to six people." "Well, it sounds like everything I've heard about you is true." "How does Jason fit in?" "Well, the imprint was from a sports shoe." "The model that he donated to the prison." "I gave them to the inmates in the gymnastics program." "Well, then the girl I'm looking for was most likely in your gym class." "I'm sure these aren't the only Sportops in existence, Mr. Knight." "No, and we've also purchased, what, 200 pairs of sweat socks." "Maybe you'd like to know who's wearing those, too." "No, thanks." "Thanks, anyway." "You bet." "Of course." "Make sure Mr. Knight has no trouble finding his way out." "Attention." "All inmates clear the exercise yard immediately." "Sorry, sir." "That's against the rules." "Okay, no problem." "Page Roark to call the warden's office, will you?" "Right away, Michael." "Officer Roark." "Officer Roark." "Please call the warden's office immediately." "Excuse me." "It's okay." "I'll find my way out." "KITT, I'm heading for the gym." "Keep me on video." "Right away, Michael." "Get a picture of this girl via comlink." "That was terrific." "Wait a minute." "I just want to talk to you." "I can't talk to anybody." "Rules." "I just want to know if you've ever spent any time on the outside." "You know, like, in a Work Furlough Program or something." "No." "Okay, hold on." "Come on, let's go." "Come on, come on." "Now leave me alone before you get me into trouble." "I don't know what's going on here, little girl... but I'm going to find out." "So why don't you just tell me..." "Knight!" "Okay, Knight." "Move it." "You're out of here." "Put her in solitary." "For what?" "For talking to you." "Let's go." "I don't like it, Jason." "He saw Julie." "He suspects it was her." "He can't prove a thing." "It's too far-fetched." "Who's gonna believe we're using prisoners to pull break-ins?" "Knight is not the kind of guy that quits." "He'll keep pressing until we stop him." "Time will stop him." "We'll be long gone with all the money we'll ever need before he figures it out." "We will." "That's a promise." "Sounds like you have all the next moves figured out." "I do." "Everything I need to know is right here." "Look." "Which transformer is tied into the security system... the placement of the alarm... all of the laser beams... and the exact location of our target." "It's all there." "It's going to work." "This is the one, Christine." "This is the big one." "She's rather cute, isn't she, Michael?" "Cute." "Desperate." "Let's find out who she is, huh?" "Her name is Julie Rogers." "She's just 20." "Two years ago, she was a highly promising member of the National Gymnastics Team... that went to the Pan Am Games." "Pan Am Games?" "Pan Am Games." "Something happened when that team came back into the country, right?" "Yes." "One of the athletes was caught smuggling hard drugs through customs." "Her name was..." "Julie Rogers." "And her coach was Jason Nelson." "That's correct, Michael." "Nelson?" "Sure, I'll tell you whatever I can." "Just give me a minute to finish." "And I'll be free the rest of the day." "Unfortunately, I'm not." "And they say there are no more miracles left." "Come on, you can do it." "No, it's over." "Fat wins." "Pain wins." "Everything smells like fondue." "Nonsense." "You've only run 1.2 miles." "What about men?" "I'll become a nun." "Black is slenderizing!" "Gee, I'm so sorry." "Oh, it's okay." "It hurt more to run." "If you want to sue me, that's okay." "I'm a lawyer." "How deeply moving." "Someday it'll be my turn." "KITT and the freeway of love." "Nelson's a very talented guy." "AAU championship." "Gold at the Nationals." "Coached me for a while." "But Julie was his shot at coaching the Olympic team." "And when Julie was arrested, that was the end of it." "Nelson must have been devastated." "No, no." "He blew it before this." "He was caught pushing performance drugs on his athletes and was suspended." "Wait a minute." "I don't get it." "He was with Julie at the Pan Am Games." "Charges were dropped and he was reinstated." "Something happened to the witness who testified against him." "Things happen to witnesses who testify against the mob." "Not gymnastic coaches." "Don't judge him too harshly, okay?" "I mean, he's been real great to Julie." "He used his connections to get her transferred to Gainesboro." "She was assigned to another prison and he arranged for a transfer?" "Yes, so they could continue to work together." "They got one heck of a routine going down here." "Go on, keep it moving." "Little bit faster!" "Good, good." "Very good." "Alarm." "You just blew it, honey." "Find someone else." "I just can't do it." "Sure you can." "I can't!" "Yes, you can." "I've seen you do it." "The only reason you missed is because you rushed it." "I allotted 15 seconds to the target... and you did that in, look, just under 9." "You said faster." "You just overreacted, that's all." "You're just not sure of the precise placement of the lasers, that's all." "Just some more practice." "You can do it, can't you?" "All right." "Give me one more." "Come on." "We're this close to millions, Jason." "Millions." "I've been living inside these walls for too many years to lose it all now." "She'll be all right, Christine." "Don't worry." "You handpicked her." "You better make sure she is." "She'll pull it off." "You promised me sunshine and good times." "And I know you're gonna deliver." "Aren't you?" "Okay, Julie, get ready." "Let's go up the rope again." "Ready?" "Go." "You have got exactly five seconds... to get those clothes off." "Ready, Julie?" "Hurry up." "This road leads to Gainesboro Prison, Michael." "They all do tonight, pal." "I know what you mean." "Brooks' record reads like an inmate's." "Numerous reprimands for cruel and unorthodox disciplinary methods." "She's on the brink of being fired." "Then let's push her over the side." "She made a big deal about her computer records." "Access them for me." "I'm in, Michael." "But the system has state-of-the-art safeguards." "I can read the data, but I can't update it." "That's okay." "Key in on Julie Rogers." "I want to know if she's on a Work Furlough Program or not." "She isn't, Michael." "As a matter of fact, she spent yesterday in solitary." "Any other inmates in solitary yesterday?" "Yes, eight of them." "Run their files." "I want mug shots on all of them." "Hold it." "Hold it right there." "That looks like the pickpocket who hit Matt." "Samantha Lawton." "That's her." "Those girls got out of prison, broke into Matt's office, and went back?" "Something like that." "Where are they now?" "Both listed in solitary." "The pattern holds." "They could be getting ready for another heist." "Do we have enough evidence to go to the authorities?" "No." "Nobody'll believe it." "We gotta catch them in the act, pal." "All right." "Keep the place under surveillance." "There is a vehicle leaving right now, Michael." "It could be them." "Let's move." "Are we close enough to scan?" "Yes, Michael." "It contains a driver and three passengers." "But we're still too far away to identify them." "They could be prisoners being transferred." "No, no." "Not at this time of night." "Another vehicle is leaving the prison, Michael." "How many inside?" "Four as well, Michael." "All right, it's a toss-up." "Let's follow the van and keep a track on the vehicle." "We blew it, pal." "We should have followed the sedan." "It's clear across town at a power plant substation, Michael." "All right, let's go." "Super Pursuit Mode." "All right, let's go." "Now, Julie, you remember." "You give Samantha time to make her move before you make yours." "Here you go." "Okay." "I'm sure glad to see you." "Oh, I was hoping you'd say that." "No, it's my car." "I got a flat down the road a bit." "Uh-huh." "Would you be able to help me out?" "Sorry." "Well, okay." "How about showing me how to use this thing?" "Oh, nothing could be simpler." "All right, back to Cruise Mode and hit EBS." "Hey!" "Hey, what are you..." "Is he dead?" "No, come on!" "No, no!" "We gotta help him!" "Get down." "Things look pretty serious, pal." "Better check his vitals." "Julie, don't." "Wait." "Michael, look out." "Come on, let's go!" "Let's spread out of here!" "Thanks, buddy." "Shall I track the sedan, Michael?" "Scan his vitals first." "They're very unstable and deteriorating rapidly, Michael." "He has a severe concussion." "Yeah, we'd better stay here, KITT." "Call the paramedics." "How the hell did Knight get onto you anyway?" "How should I know?" "Relax, Christine." "He's a freelancer with a hot car." "There's no way he's gonna connect us into anything that's happened." "Forget him." "What about that guard?" "What if he dies?" "What if..." "That's what happens to people who get in the way." "They get killed." "It's your conclusion, Michael, that these girls get out... commit crimes and then go back into jail." "Exactly." "It's the perfect alibi." "One of them is Julie Rogers, the gymnast who was busted for drug smuggling." "She insisted she'd never seen the stuff before." "She's doing time anyway." "Sounds like the lady was set up to take the fall." "Nelson, the prison athletic director... was her coach at the time." "He and Brooks are up to their necks in this one." "What I fail to understand is... how'd they fit in to sabotaging the defense conference." "I don't, either." "None of the pieces fit." "What you got on Brooks, anything?" "She should be facing brutality charges." "The witness against her was Alice Pierson, Julie Rogers' cellmate." "She was killed in a fight with another inmate." "Something happened to the witness against Nelson at the Pan Am Games." "Sounds like these people waste anybody who get in the way." "Yeah." "And if Julie's work is completed... she's next." "Then how do we draw them out... and protect Julie at the same time?" "I got an idea here." "Are you into doing something a little unusual?" "All inmates, clear the west entrance." "Attention, all inmates." "Clear the west entrance." "Okay, sweetcakes." "End of the line." "Thanks for the lift... creep." "I'll be close." "Here you go." "Admissions Office." "This is Officer Roark." "Just received Barstow, Bonnie." "11:00 am." "We'll convey to Cell Block B. Over and out." "Let's go." "So far, so good." "Bonnie's inside." "I don't like this plan, Michael." "The people in that place are not nice... and I don't mean the prisoners." "Don't worry." "We'll get Julie and Bonnie out of there." "All right." "Let's get as close to the west wall as we can." "Right here, rookie." "You want this?" "Hand it over before I mash your face, okay?" "Anytime, sweetcakes." "You're clear, Michael." "Bonnie's got them occupied." "Here we go, pal." "Break up!" "Break!" "Break it up!" "Come on!" "Come on." "Break it up." "Break it up." "Congratulations, Barstow." "You just set a record for being thrown in solitary." "We're gonna enjoy teaching you the ropes." "Put her in the hole!" "I want to review her records." "Okay, KITT, you're on." "What are you doing here?" "I'm trying to stop Nelson and Brooks from sabotaging that defense conference." "Julie, I need your help." "Defense conference?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Now, look, this is no time for games." "I know they framed you and I know they're forcing you to work for them." "I'll never get out of here if I don't." "That's what Alice Pierson thought." "Julie, as soon as they get what they want, they're gonna kill you." "This defense conference could swing the balance of world power." "That's not what they're after." "It isn't." "It's an industrial exhibit on the top floor." "A display of crystals." "Crystals?" "Are you sure?" "One crystal." "That's all they want." "It's got to be a perfect crystal." "That's the only one worth stealing." "Do you know that could increase the output of a laser by 100?" "Julie, in the wrong hands." "Come on, we're out of here." "There's no record for Bonnie Barstow." "She's here, Roark." "There has to be something on her." "There's nothing!" "I don't like it." "Something's wrong." "You know what I think?" "Let's ask Barstow what she thinks." "Come on." "Come on, Michael." "Michael." "Okay, KITT, do your thing." "Thank you." "It's okay." "Five minutes more in there and I think I'd be off the deep end." "Think how you'll feel after five years." "What, do you promise these girls a chance to get out of prison alive?" "That how it works?" "Put them in the cell." "Both of them." "Come on." "Get in there." "Not her." "Julie." "Now just forget about them." "It's time to concentrate." "Today's performance has to be a 10." "Make sure my car's at the tunnel exit." "Then get rid of these two." "All right, KITT, talk to me, pal." "How can I help you, Michael?" "There's gotta be a secret way out of here." "Locate it, have RC cover it... then come and get us." "I'll get right on it." "Yeah, get me Walsh." "Walsh?" "Yeah, Brooks wants her car in the same place as usual." "Now." "Okay, KITT, go for it." "Inmate and accomplice killed in a daring escape attempt." "Come on, let's go!" "Hi!" "I'm here to offer you a lifetime subscription to the prison newsletter." "Where to, Michael?" "Hotel Maximillian." "Super Pursuit Mode." "Now remember, after I blow the power... you're gonna have two minutes to get that crystal before the laser alarm reactivates." "What if it takes me longer?" "You'll avoid them." "How?" "Well, just the way you did in the gym, in that tumbling routine." "We placed all of those bars in the exact positions as the lasers." "You've already done it a dozen times." "Now, when you get up to the top... be careful of the wind." "And, Julie... in case you're thinking about running, don't." "Brooks would have you shot on sight just like your friend Michael." "He's..." "He's dead?" "He won't be showing up to help you this time." "Hey." "Go on in and get us that crystal." "And in an hour, you'll be up for an early parole." "All right?" "So, go on." "Go." "Go on." "Go on." "All right, we're getting close." "Back to Cruise Mode." "Julie could be long gone by now, Michael." "Let's find out." "Scan the upper level of the hotel." "I have her." "She's rappelling down, Michael." "She's going to land on the upper parking area." "We'll never reach her in time." "One of us can." "Great job, Julie." "Come on, get in the car." "No." "Come on, hurry up." "It's all over." "Okay, it's about 25 feet up." "I need all the pressure I can get." "Here we go." "Julie, what's the matter with you?" "Nelson!" "Michael." "Thanks." "If they gave out medals for guts... you'd get the gold." "Thank you." "Ta-da!" "Splendid!" "Bravo!" "You guys." "What do you think, KITT?" "A magnificent performance, Michael." "But if I may..." "Miss Rogers' left foot was just a hair behind on the dismount." "Yeah, with KITT working on the instant replay... you'll be back to making 10s in no time." "But, remember, you only get him on alternate Thursdays." "Thanks." "I really appreciate it." "It's gonna be a long way back." "If you ask me, you're halfway there already." "And just to make sure you'll have a smooth journey... during your probationary period... the Foundation is establishing... the Julie Rogers' Training Fund." "Wow!" "You're kidding!" "I won't let you down." "And we know you're gonna make your mark on the competition." "Looks like she's made a few already." "Oh, God." "Well, take it easy, Devon." "You can always establish the Foundation Dry Cleaning Fund." "Ha, bloody, ha."