"Take that car out." "Shoot!" "My name is Michael Knight." "I'm with the Foundation for Law and Government." "He's here to try and help us." "I'm sitting on millions of dollars worth of oil." "I don't want to be involved in any killings." "I know how much the Kobe burial grounds are worth to you." "Somehow, someway, we've got to keep the tribe and the land together." "I think you know what has to be done." "We gotta go around." "No room for that, Michael." "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." "Stop!" "Is it..." "What we came for." "The guardian spirits of the warrior dead." "The Kobe Indian shrine." "They said we couldn't do it." "We'll show them, Barbara, we'll show them we've done it!" "Now, let's get this to Susan." "It's wonderful." "You know, I never believed till now." "Barbara!" "Go!" "Stress relaxation techniques?" "It really works, Michael." "Combined with the right sort of meditation." "What do you know about stress relaxation and meditation, anyway?" "The best stress relaxation is two weeks in Maui." "I can't wait." "Your choice of shirts make that quite apparent." "The luaus, the sun, girls in bikinis... the sand, girls in bikinis..." "I'm afraid you're going to have to settle for a working vacation... on the Kobe Indian Reservation." "Oh, Devon, come on, that's a contradiction of terms." "What about Maui?" "Maui's going to have to wait, Michael." "Have you ever heard of a Dr. Quentin Tanner?" "I can't say that I have." "Why?" "He's a noted archaeologist who's been searching for relics... on the Kobe Reservation grounds." "The Foundation has supported his activities... on behalf of Native Americans for years." "Last night, he and his assistant vanished from the area." "Devon, it seems to me... that's a thing for the Missing Persons Bureau or the police." "No time." "The bulldozers will be on the land before they get there." "There's a conflict between the Kobe Indians, and some oil man... over the ownership of the canyon in which Dr. Tanner was last seen." "You're to contact a social worker named Susan Christopher." "She believes... that Dr. Tanner and his assistant may be in grave danger." "All right." "I'll check it out on one condition." "No more references to working vacations." "Look at it this way, Michael." "In the desert, you'll get just what you wanted." "Oh, yeah." "What's that?" "The sun, the sand." "But no shirt." "And the heat, and the dust... and small little animals crawling all over your fenders." "Well, here we are, pal." "Looks like we got a welcoming committee, too, huh?" "Careful, Michael... this doesn't appear to be a welcoming committee." "I got you." "Go back and tell Cyrus Oakes... we've had enough of his people putting the squeeze on us." "Wait a minute, wait a minute." "Come on, hold it!" "My name is Michael Knight." "I'm with the Foundation for Law and Government." "I'm here to see Susan Christopher." "Come on, guys." "Wait!" "I know we can talk about this." "Wait!" "Stop!" "Wait!" "Stop!" "Will you stop it?" "Stop." "I called him." "He's here to try and help us find Dr. Tanner and Barbara." "We don't need a white man's help!" "Tell that to your mother." "A white doctor delivered your three brothers." "I'll let him go, if you promise to hold him." "He'll be no trouble." "You control yourself and you can join us with Thorne." "It's okay." "Who's Thorne?" "He's the curator of our Kobe Museum." "You must be Susan Christopher." "And you're Michael Knight." "I think so." "I work closely with Dr. Tanner." "We were hoping to come up with a major archeological find... and have the burial grounds declared a national shrine." "Instead, Cyrus Oakes will be drilling through the bones of our ancestors... to get to his oil." "Oakes has acquired the rights... to exploit the land as of 8:00 a.m. tomorrow." "Dr. Tanner was our last chance to keep the grounds intact." "Isn't it a little far-fetched to believe... that Oakes grabbed Tanner before he completed his survey?" "I told you he wouldn't believe us." "I didn't say that." "What I'm saying here is..." "I need a little more explanation... and a lot more proof before I'm convinced." "Now, if you don't mind..." "I'd like to start with the spot where Dr. Tanner disappeared." "Susan can take you out there." "But I doubt you'll find anything." "Shall we?" "Yes." "Nothing like a little tailgate picnic... to christen a new piece of property." "What you're seeing, Lisa, is diversification." "Real estate, coal, oil." "A natural progression." "The land and its resources." "Something to grab a hold onto." "All yours?" "Absolutely." "Excuse me." "Mr. Oakes?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "Mr. Oakes, it's Thorne." "How did you get my mobile phone?" "I told your secretary it was an emergency." "Well, then it better be just that." "Michael Knight, an investigator... for The Foundation for Law and Government showed up." "He's on his way out to the burial grounds now to snoop around." "If you did what you were supposed to do... then there shouldn't be anything there to find." "It's not just that." "Some of the Indians are thinking he might help... and I think you're going to have trouble rounding up drill and rig crews." "I pay people to do a job and I end up doing it myself." "I'll be out to the reservation to talk to them." "What about this investigator?" "Handle him." "Use Simpson." "Wait a minute, I don't want to be involved in any killings." "I'm sitting on millions of dollars worth of oil waiting to be tapped." "You've got 89 cents worth of Indian relics." "Where do you figure your future lies?" "I'm sorry about that welcoming committee... back at the reservation." "But Jonathan Eagle has quite a temper... and the others are just frustrated enough to follow his lead." "You seem to be able to control him." "I've known him all my life." "When I got my degree and decided to come back to the tribe... it was like I had never left." "Now, this whole issue of oil is tearing us apart." "You know, I can understand your loyalty to tradition and to your heritage." "As beautiful as this country is, I can also understand... why somebody would want to try and reach out and grab it." "You've got to help us." "Somehow, someway, we've got to keep the tribe and the land together." "All right." "I'll do the best I can." "Let's do some old-style tracking." "Please, no Indian jokes." "This isn't a joke." "As a matter of fact, you're going to like this one." "KITT, give me an imprint reconstruction of the area." "I want to find out if there's any... evidence of struggle that took place here last night." "Right away, Michael." "They're certainly putting some interesting accessories on cars lately!" "You know, it's amazing what you can get through mail order these days." "Thank you, Michael." "I show an unusual pattern for the last 12 hours." "That looks like Dr. Tanner's Land Cruiser." "Incredible." "Wait a minute, one, two, three..." "Four sets of footprints intersect by the car... then disappear." "He wasn't meeting anyone out here." "He might have been ambushed after all." "Susan, show me the area in the cave where he was digging." "KITT, go into surveillance mode." "Keep an eye on us, will you?" "Of course, Michael." "Michael." "Yeah, KITT, what is it?" "I've detected an intruder on the rocks above you." "KITT, now listen to me." "Go into electrical generation mode... and give me about 200 volts through the comlink." "It'll cause more damage to you than to those snakes." "I'm taking it off, right now." "Wait for my signal." "Michael." "Do it, KITT!" "Come on!" "You all right?" "Oh, I'll be fine." "I've seen my share of snakes." "Just not all at once." "Can you locate the guy on the ridge?" "I'm afraid he's gone, Michael." "We've got to be able to stop Oakes now." "Isn't this enough proof?" "No, not yet." "Nothing to tie him directly into any crime." "Guy like Oakes works through middlemen." "But I think I got a good idea who those middlemen are." "Who's that?" "Susan... there are only two people who knew we were coming here." "Eagle and Thorne." "It couldn't be Eagle." "Not the way he feels about the land." "Then it's got to be Thorne." "He said he was working with Dr. Tanner at the dig, right?" "I've worked with Thorne for a year." "Susan, it's only a hunch." "But I wouldn't recommend giving him... any of our travel plans from now on." "Come on." "...the land, tradition." "Those values are very important... but so are present day economic realities." "Who are you people going to listen to?" "A welfare worker paid by the state... who has nothing to gain by this influx of money and jobs?" "How much money has she put in your jeans since she came back?" "None." "When you people start to do well, she's out of her job." "I don't believe it." "Or are you going to listen to that investigator in the fancy car." "He's got a steady salary coming in from a place called FLAG." "Creep." "So, that's the infamous Cyrus Oakes." "Now, I can guarantee you six months employment at double minimum... to each and anyone of you... who show up at my compound tomorrow at 6:00 a.m." "Eagle." "And Oakes Industries can also guarantee plenty of overtime." "Wait a minute!" "How can you shake this man's hand?" "He's stealing your land." "He's taking your birthright." "He's offering them jobs, Eagle." "Jobs, not ghosts." "Is that what you think this is about, Simpson?" "Ghosts?" "This land is the heart of our tribal heritage." "Get lost, kid." "Wait, don't go." "Stay!" "This is your land." "You were born here." "You have a right to this land." "Why, you dirty..." "What's the matter?" "Looks like you've just seen a ghost." "That's Michael Knight." "I thought you took care of this." "You seem to know so much, Mr. Knight." "Since when did you become an Indian?" "When I went through a snake ceremony and lived." "You sound like a lucky man." "I wouldn't push it if I were you." "You're not me." "May I help you?" "I knew it." "In my heart, I knew it." "What in the world are you doing?" "It is as my dream foretold." "The God of the wind has come down... to instruct us in this time of crisis." "I beg your pardon." "Cross-checking my data bank on tribal customs..." "I find that your God of the wind... materializes as a horse." "It is 1985." "So, in your wisdom... you have chosen, instead... to come as a car." "No, I haven't." "Ah!" "You are trying to trick me, as the legend said you would." "But I know you, Great One." "I know you." "Well, I have to agree, I could be compared... to lightning on a summer's day... wise as an all-seeing hawk, hmm?" "Blessed is the servant of the mighty steed." "He will do great things." "Servant." "You know, Michael, I never thought of it that way." "Well, don't start to, "mighty steed."" "Sometimes I don't think you appreciate me enough." "All right, God of the road, all-powerful one... if I may check if my suspicions are on target... please beam your all-seeing scan... on Mr. Simpson's shoes and his truck." "You don't have to rub it in." "Now, compare them with the footprints from the ravine... and the snake attack." "We have a double match." "And, Michael, you can stop worshipping me now." "I see your point." "Good." "Thanks, pal." "All right, let's go talk to our snake man." "All right, the game of tag is over, snake man." "And you're it." "What's your beef?" "You cut me off." "You're the one who's looking for trouble." "You tried to kill me." "And chances are you're involved with Tanner's disappearance." "Now, you wanna talk to me?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Call the cops or cut me lose." "There's no cops now, man." "It's just you and me." "What do you want from me?" "Like I said, it's tag and you're it." "Now you belong to me and it's just a matter of time... before I come up with enough facts... to come back and take possession." "Now, you tell that to Oakes." "Michael, would you explain that last bit of action to me?" "I assume you have a plan." "It's simple." "We don't have much time before Oakes takes possession of the land." "One of you left a trail." "Michael Knight's headed over here." "Now, he's got a reason to be here." "You don't." "I'm here because I'm scared!" "Scared?" "I don't care if you're shaking like a leaf." "If you're spotted here with me before we take that land tomorrow... this whole deal can fall apart!" "It's gone too far." "Farther than you ever said." "I'm willing to settle for a percentage... of what you promised if I can have it now." "So you can turn around and tell Michael Knight everything you know, huh?" "No!" "I just wanna get away." "I don't want any trouble." "How about you?" "You feel the same way?" "I only told you what happened to me so you'd know." "I still want my end of the payoff." "And I'll do what I have to do to get it." "All right." "Okay, Thorne, you go wait in the cook shed." "I gotta send for the cash." "You do want cash, don't you?" "Please." "Thank you." "I think you know what has to be done." "Anything else?" "Yeah." "One little detail." "You'll arrange it so they both go together." "Him and that Knight character." "I'd say Oakes has got a pretty big... stake in this operation." "And he's protecting it very carefully, Michael." "That fence is electrified." "Its control grid goes back to a timed computer-locking system." "Okay." "Use your Comprehensive Configuration Analysis... and give me a rundown on any weak spots." "Do you know what the penalty is for kidnapping?" "Yeah." "About the same as it is for murder." "You have the mentality of a Cro-Magnon man." "Maybe, but at least I know where I am." "And I ain't no prisoner." "This is Lucas." "Get over to my office." "I've got a bonus job for you." "Sure thing, Mr. Oakes." "Lucas will take you to the bank." "Oakes has arranged for the money in cash." "$25,000." "Thanks." "He's all yours." "Michael." "Yeah, KITT, that's Thorne's car." "He's heading right at us, Michael." "Scan the car, right now." "Michael, Thorne's inside, unconscious... and there's a packet of explosives in the trunk." "Can we turbo boost?" "Not enough room." "We've got to go around." "No room for that, Michael." "KITT, dig in!" "Dig in!" "I have no traction, Michael." "The whole slope's coming apart." "I'm going to hit Turbo Boost." "Try and land us someplace solid." "Well, looks like Oakes figured he'd get two for the price of one, huh?" "Setting Thorne up and using him as bait for me." "I'm afraid he came very close." "I'll need Bonnie." "You got her." "Michael, I've been getting some strange readouts from KITT." "It's like an earthquake." "No, no." "Just a rock slide." "I wish I thought you were kidding." "Is KITT all right?" "I'm fine, thank you." "I love you, too." "But KITT's gonna need some stabilizer readjustment." "We're coming in." "I'll be here." "So much for that." "Man!" "Those stabilizers were hit over, under... sideways, down." "Michael, didn't you read that part of the driver's manual... where it says, "Watch out for the falling rocks"?" "Yeah, right." "Thanks." "And speaking of Foundation manuals... the Foundation Manual specifically states on page 47, section C..." ""When not otherwise engaged..." ""the semi driver should be behind the wheel."" "Yeah, but Bonnie's autopilot is so smooth." "Too smooth." "Now, see, I would prefer a more personalized driving experience." "We know that you just got here... but you really must be going." "You got it." "It really is a trifle unsettling to find RC chatting away in here... while 30 tones of truck rolls down the highway, driverless." "Well, Michael... our check on Mr. Oakes proved most fruitful." "Seven years ago, he tried to cheat... an Indian tribe in Oklahoma out of some oil rich land." "He was convicted on 13 counts of land fraud." "But he appealed and beat the case on a technicality." "A most unsavory man." "He makes me fear the worst... for Barbara Ralston and Dr. Tanner." "Devon, I don't think so." "Oakes tried to kill me twice." "And his compound in the middle of the desert... has more security than an army barracks." "I think he's hiding them there." "I want to get them out." "Well, I would avoid a second frontal attack on the compound, if I were you." "I'm way ahead of you." "I think I know enough about Oakes right now... to find a different way in." "Here's his agenda for the day." "Thank you very much." "Oh!" "Looks like he's throwing... an exclusive business party tonight, at a club." "As always, your computers are way ahead of everyone." "Right down to where he gets his hair and nails done." "It'd be a shame to interrupt his moment of pleasure." "...and I will talk to you soon." "Michael, where have you been?" "I ran into a small explosion at Oakes' base camp." "So did Thorne." "He's dead." "Oh, no." "Seems like every time you turn around... there's more madness going on." "Look, I'm pretty sure Oakes is hiding Barbara Ralston... and Dr. Tanner at his base camp." "If they're alive." "I think they are." "Now, I believe that canyon out there is your sacred shrine... and Dr. Tanner found some kind of proof of that." "I knew it." "I always knew it." "Oakes is gotta be keeping him under wraps until he can grab all the land for himself." "Now, you listen to me." "Until 8:00 tomorrow morning, that land out there is yours." "I want you to get everybody who wants to save their burial ground... out there tomorrow morning and dig." "Now, if I'm late, you stay there." "Just buy me some time." "Oakes won't let us stay very long." "I don't want my people hurt." "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you or your people." "Well, it's my acolyte." "Hello." "I knew you'd come back." "I've come for my first lesson, Great One." "In what?" "The Secrets." "Ah, yes." "Of the universe, as it were." "Well, let's see..." "Let's start simple." "Basic stress relaxation and meditation technique." "Clear your mind." "Concentrate on your breathing." "Great One, my tribe has known these things for centuries." "Well, of course, but you must start with what you know... and, in your own way, get to the great truth by small steps." "I see." "You shelter your deepest wisdom... and in that way tell me to find my own path." "Exactly." "Then I will trouble you no more." "Goodbye, Great One." "Goodbye, my friend." "I think I'll miss you." "You know, Michael, this being a God is very demanding." "Yeah, well, stick with what you do best." "Let's go." "Thank you, sweetheart." "This is called luxury, Jim." "A 50-year-old barber and a hot towel is luxury." "There's got to be a better word for this." "There is, but none of them are very nice." "You can't come in here, it's private." "Well, I'm already in... and throwing me out could prove hazardous to your health." "Let Mr. Knight in." "Who's your friend?" "Cyrus and I go back to the Curran County days." "Back to when his game was running the oil fields in Indian land." "We'd better talk about this elsewhere." "You're one hell of an investigator, Mr. Knight." "But you're really pushing it now." "You know, you're right." "I mean, why spoil your pleasures by dredging up any more of the past?" "I'll get right to the point." "I know how much the Kobe burial grounds are worth to you." "And how much your old record could screw things up." "Uh-huh?" "And what do you plan to do about it?" "Nothing... for, say, half a million dollars... cash." "You're crazy." "Easy, Cyrus." "Easy." "You know..." "I know it takes a bit of time to raise that kind of money." "Even for you." "So I'll settle for an initial installment of, say... $50,000." "Cash, of course." "Tonight." "All right." "But you're gonna have to come and collect it from my compound." "I've got a business dinner." "It'll be a couple of hours." "Fine." "It's a tough road, but I know it very well." "Michael, I can't believe... you're going to walk right into Cyrus Oakes' compound." "I'm not." "But you just said you were." "No, I said I told Oakes I was." "There's a difference." "I've got something else in mind." "Michael Knight's on his way over there to meet with me." "When he gets there, you hold him." "I'll be there and deal with him in a more permanent fashion." "All right, scan the camp personnel." "Right away, Michael." "There's a concentration of men by the front gate." "Yeah." "I'll bet you they're waiting for me." "Wait a minute." "They're keeping a guard by that hut." "Close in and give me an infrared scan." "I think we just found Dr. Tanner and Barbara Ralston." "All right, I'm going in." "Okay, KITT, neutralize the fence, will you?" "Thanks, pal." "Dr. Tanner?" "Wait, wait, wait." "My name is Michael Knight." "I'm a friend of Susan Christopher's." "I'm here to get you out." "Come on." "Trust me." "Come on, come on." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "Okay, go." "No." "Don't touch the fence." "Don't, don't." "We've got them now." "Hold it, or you're dead." "Nice watch." "You won't be needing this." "Move it, smart guy." "Let's move them out." "I want to be there by 8:00 a.m." "Susan... we're running out of time." "It's almost 8:00." "Where's this guy Knight?" "God of the wind will come." "As he said he would." "Yeah, sure." "The wind ain't gonna stop Oakes' men from busting heads." "And I got a family." "Why don't you face it?" "It's over." "Listen to me!" "It's not over." "Listen to me!" "Listen to me!" "All I'm asking is that we stand here... just a little while, while they come... and demonstrate our feeling for this land." "What good will that do?" "The land belongs to Oakes." "Not yet, it doesn't." "Michael Knight has still got something to say." "And from what I've learned about him... he'll be here to say it." "Please." "Let's go." "Let's go." "Come on guys, one more try." "Well, I'm sorry our meeting was delayed... but I'm afraid you've caused some real trouble now." "For yourself and your friends." "Let go of me!" "Where are you taking her?" "Let go!" "In fact, Mr. Knight, you might say you killed them." "Let them go, Oakes, you got what you wanted." "And I intend to keep it." "You're going to join them in a different way." "I think we'll give you another crack at the electrified fence." "Goodbye, Mr. Knight." "All right, KITT, I could use a little posse to the rescue." "I'm surrounded by the bad guys." "Right away, Michael." "Okay, KITT, lay some smoke and run some interference for me." "Take that car out." "Shoot!" "Cover me, pal." "Cover me." "Go!" "Game's over, snake man." "Come on." "Come on." "Go." "All right, pal, give me Super Pursuit Mode." "With pleasure, Michael." "This land is the property of Oakes Industries." "If you people don't disperse, you will be forcibly removed." "I'm not gonna take that." "All right, give me everything you've got!" "Let's go!" "I'm not gonna tap dance." "Get rid of them, now." "Come on, guys." "You heard him!" "Get him!" "Hey, wait a second, guys." "I'd think twice before you become accessories to kidnap and murder." "You heard what I said!" "If there is any oil on this land... it belongs to the tribe and you don't need Oakes to get it." "Michael!" "I wouldn't." "Where you're going... you're going to end up with all the land you're ever going to need." "An eight-by-eight cell." "No digging allowed." "Come on, Michael." "We could use another pair of strong arms." "You can see how much fun it is!" "I've kinda got my hands full over here, Doc." "Hi." "Hi." "You think there's any other caves around here... that we could kinda search privately?" "I don't think Eagle would like it." "You and Eagle?" "Since we were seven years old." "Oh." "But he'll understand this." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Take care of yourself." "I will." "Okay." "Goodbye." "These are beautiful." "These are simply my way of offering thanks to both of you... for your help in our crisis as the legend foretold." "Thank you." "You know, Michael, I did fulfill the ancient promise... of their God of the wind." "Please." "Don't get it into your circuits... that you have any sort of divine heritage, all right?" "But what if it's true?" "Let me answer that question with a question." "What's wrong with being a superb piece of machinery... a partner, a friend?" "Nothing at all." "I rest my case." "But, Michael... you could bring me flowers some time." "Don't count on it."