"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 don't know, KITT." "Maybe he slipped out the back." "I'm picking up a man who fits his description... coming out... now." "Stand by, KITT." "I may need you." "Of course, Michael." "Get him around back." "Pick me up real quick." "Here I am, Michael." "Hop in." "Let's go get him!" " He is a slippery one, isn't he, Michael?" " That's the word, KITT." "I still don't believe it!" "Money!" "Money!" "He's throwing away money!" "Move!" "I gotta get through!" "It's counterfeit!" "Anyway, for the first time, I had him cold." "He goes in to make his contact, he comes out with a briefcase... briefcase full of money." "Then he slips out to the back side of the hotel." "I follow him." "He opens the briefcase..." " How do I look?" "Fine." " Where's the matching handkerchief?" " Oh." "There we are." "Oh." "KITT's rotors are overheating." "I'll increase the gap five degrees and retime." "Am I interrupting something here or what?" "Relax, Michael." "We'll manage to capture your counterfeiter." " Good." "When?" " We'll get together immediately after my speech." "My speech." "Bonnie, I seem to have misplaced my note cards." "Your left pocket." "Oh." "What is so important about this speech?" "The Foundation is presenting an award to the town of Alpine Crest... for the lowest per capita crime rate in the state." "Although it may seem unlikely to you, Michael, it is barely conceivable that you may find parts of my speech... interesting." "After all, at the very worst, you could use an hour or two of relaxation." "Yeah, b..." "Can I buy you a drink?" "Uh, normally I don't accept offers like that from strangers, but since it's lemonade, I'll make an exception." "Got it." "Hi." "Hi." "I'm Michael Knight." "Jobina Bruce." "Nice little town you've got around here." "Yeah." "Is this your first visit to Alpine Crest?" "Actually, I'm just passin' through." "I didn't think places like this existed anymore." "Neither did I. I came here a couple months ago to help my aunt, and I was shocked." "Hasn't changed in 12 years." "What do you do?" "Um, I help run the local newspaper." "I'd call myself a reporter, but actually, there's not too much to report." "This is Mr. Miles." "Thank you, sir." "Sit down." "Well, what a turnout." "You know, it's civic pride like this... that's made Alpine Crest what it is today." "Wouldn't you say so?" "Now, before we get to our honored guest," "I would like to turn the microphone over to one of my favorite people, and I'm sure one of yours," "Martha Haberstraw." "Uh, thank you, Sheriff, and Mr. Barnswell, and thanks all of you folks for your support and for your enthusiasm." "It is my pleasure to introduce a distinguished gentleman... who has come here to confer an honor upon all of us." "Uh, Devon Miles, from the Foundation for Law and Government." "Uh, Mr. Miles." "Thank you, Mrs. Haberstraw." "Sheriff, Mr. Barnswell, members of the town council, ladies and gentlemen, the Foundation, of which I am the director, annually presents an award... to the community with the lowest per capita crime rate." " This year it is my honor to bestow that award..." "What do you think you're doing?" "Trying to catch up to an old friend." "I advise you to catch up with your friend someplace else, or else I'm gonna have to take you in for disturbing the peace." "Yeah, right." "Thanks for the advice." "I'll say this for you, Michael." "You have an uncanny facility for making me forget my lines." "If it hadn't been for my notes, I would have been hopelessly lost." "Devon, it wasn't intentional." "Not to mention, if those people had known that you were employed by the Foundation, they would have thrown me off the dais." "Devon, I'm sorry I spoiled your presentation, but I had a very good reason." "And what, may I ask, was that?" " I saw Ron Austin there." " The counterfeiter?" " In Alpine Crest?" " The most crime-free community in the state?" "Crime-free or not, I saw him." "He may have been on his way to Twin Falls or a bigger city, but as long as he's here, I'm gonna give it a shot." "With your permission, of course." "As you say, Michael, give it a shot." "Not even a good-bye?" "See you later?" "Aloha?" "Aloha." "Cheers." "Cheers!" "KITT, I need a visual on Ron Austin." "Certainly, Michael." "I'll show you what I have available." "That's good." "Freeze." "Picture perfect." "Can you give me a hard copy?" "How's that for service?" "Terrific." "Wait a minute." "Are you sure this is not counterfeit?" " I beg your pardon?" " Just a joke, pal." "That's the guy that caused all the trouble." "Uh-huh." "Excuse me, Sheriff." "Well, a familiar face." "Yeah." "Sorry about that." "In fact, that's why I'm here." "I'm a freelance skip tracer." "I've been chasing this guy across the tristate area." "You know him?" "No, never saw him before." "What's he wanted for?" "Well, he jumped bail on an old warrant." "I saw him this morning in the crowd at the award ceremony." "Oh, I find that pretty hard to believe." "A fella like that in Alpine Crest?" "Why?" "I don't know." "I don't either." "Well, I'll keep an eye out for him, pass the word on to my deputies, but I wouldn't get any hopes up if I were you." "Sorry." "Can't ask for more than that." "Mm-hmm." "Thanks for your time, huh?" "Boy, I don't believe this place." "It's like it's frozen out of the '50s." "I keep expecting to see Wally and the Beaver." ""Wally and the Beaver"?" "That doesn't compute, Michael." "Are they a part of the counterfeit operation?" "No." "Just part of my past, KITT." "Michael, we've covered every block in Alpine Crest 2.7 times." "I think it's reasonable to assume Mr. Austin is, as the saying goes, long gone." "I wish I could argue with you, pal, but I think you're right." "Michael." "Hi, Jobina." "Uh, I'll be back." "Hi." "Hi." "Can I buy you a drink?" "Yeah." "How about a beer?" "Good." "Uh, Christy, bring the man a beer, please." "Thanks." "Well, this is a surprise." "Um, the way you took off all of a sudden, I never expected to see you again." "Well, here I am." "How's the biggest story of 1983 coming?" "Slow." "Writing is hell." ""Writing is hell"?" "I thought the expression is "War is hell."" "Obviously said by someone who never attempted to write." "So why'd you decide to stay?" "Well, it's too late to drive anywhere." "I thought I'd check in, get a room, take off tomorrow." " What about you?" " It's not that simple for me." "I keep waiting for my good-bye story." "Good-bye story?" "What's a good-bye story?" "That is the story that will launch me into big-city journalism." " Aha." " Aha." "You see, I'm a little impatient, and... well, I don't want to spend 10 years as a junior reporter on some big-city paper... before I get a chance to cover something other than," "well, the social events or the food section." "Listen to me rattle on." "You probably want to get up to your room." "Well, I could use a shower." "Okay." "Well, listen, if you need anything, please feel free to call me." "I'll be at the office, slaving away." "Okay." "Good luck." "And, uh, thanks for the beer, huh?" "My pleasure." "Well, guess what." "Knight just checked in to the hotel." "Terrific." "What does this mean I'm supposed to do now?" "Spend the night here?" "Well, you got a safer place in mind?" "Of all the places, this guy had to decide to spend the night in the sleeping bag of the West." "Wait a minute." "He'd have been gone this afternoon... if you hadn't taken your little stroll through the park." "Now, what is this?" "A hamburger?" "I ordered a steak." "Oh, that's too bad." "I don't want to give you a hard time, but you have to understand about my lifestyle." "You see, I go first-class." "I stay in the best hotels, eat the best food." "I cannot operate at my peak if I'm sleeping in cots, eating hamburgers... and the TV..." "All I can get is this crazy lady and her knitting class." "Why don't you people get a cable TV hookup?" "Austin, look," "I don't give a damn about your lifestyle." "You just do your job, and I'll do mine." "That's fair enough." "I'd say your job right now is to see that Knight leaves Alpine Crest as soon as possible." "He will." "Leave it to me." "In the meantime, I want you to do your job tomorrow... and fast." "'Cause every minute you're in this town, you disturb my lifestyle." "Perfect." "I'll wire a copy of this off to Washington, and in 24 hours I'll know everything there is to know about Michael Knight." "And whatever breaks, it's my exclusive, right?" "That's our agreement, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Oh, I meant to ask you something." "Why did you pick me to work with you?" "I believe I explained to you how sensitive this case is." "If the C.I.A. is involved, I know how sensitive it is, but you never told me exactly what the case was." "It involves a terminated federal project... and counterfeit money." "Counterfeit money?" "Can you tell me anything else?" "Who are you suspicious of?" "Why are you so reluctant to be seen?" "Look, I can't answer those questions." "Not yet." "Now, your participation in this phase is finished." "Stay away from Knight." "You know, I wouldn't mind doing a little extra research." "All for the good of my country, of course." "There are two rules in this business, young lady." "Rule number one is never become involved with a potential adversary." "What's rule number two?" "Never become involved with a potential friend." "Tough rules." "Well, it's a tough business." "That's what keeps America great." "Morning, KITT." "Well, KITT, say good-bye to Alpine Crest." "It's such a nice, decent little town." "That's what everybody says." "Bet your turbo ducts will miss the fresh air, huh?" "I'm specifically designed to perform uniformly in any type of weather." "Thus, fresh air is neither an advantage, nor a disadvantage." "In other words, neither rain, nor snow, nor gloom of night... will stay you from your appointed rounds." "That was, as they say, rather poetic." "Did you make it up?" "Nope." "Read it in the post office... underneath the mug shots." "I should have known." "Sheriff, this is Deputy Cole." "Knight's gone." "You're missing the climax here." "The knitting lady is slipping a thing around a mannequin." "Very sensuous stuff." "Get your gear ready." "He's gone?" " He's goin'." " Well, it's about time." "Not that I don't appreciate your hospitality." "Have you talked to Barnswell?" "I don't talk to Barnswell unless I have to." "That is your department." "Considering the fat percentage you pull down, what is your department?" "Saving you from yourself... and keeping Alpine Crest the kind of town nobody looks at twice." "Now get your stuff." "Michael, what's our destination?" "I don't know, KITT." "We're not giving up on Ron Austin, are we?" "No, we're not giving up." "We never give up." "You know that." "'Alpine Crest." "Home of the Hallelujah Press."" "Hallelujah Press?" "I wonder what that is." "It's the largest Bible printers in the state." "You know, we've been stumped as to why Ron Austin came to this little town." "What if it wasn't to... to distribute money, but to pick it up?" "I don't follow your logic." "I'm not sure that logic enters into it." "Except to make counterfeit money, you need more than plates and paper." "You need a printing press, KITT." " Are we hiding?" " No, KITT." "We're just keeping a low profile for a while." "Oh, hello." "Hi." "Oh, can I help you?" "Yes, you can." "I just dropped by to see Jobina for a couple minutes." "Oh, you're the young man she told me about." "Michael Knight?" "That's right." "You're Martha Haberstraw, aren't you?" "Do you have any idea... how long it's been since a handsome young man remembered my name?" "Don't answer that." "Be patient with her." "She likes you." "I can always tell." "Oh, what are you saying about me?" "Aunt Martha!" "Oh, it... it is time to be moving on." "Remember what I said." "Bye-bye." "Take whatever she said with a grain of salt." "I thought you left town." "Yeah, I did." "But you know what?" "I'm beginning to like this little town." "As a matter of fact, I'm thinking about staying and buying a small business." "I heard the Hallelujah Press was for sale." "Well, Charles Barnswell bought it from my aunt last year." "I can't imagine where you heard it was for sale." "No kidding." "Who's Charles Barnswell?" "A businessman." "He, uh..." "He's a retired government official." "What branch of government?" "I don't know." "Why are you asking me all these questions?" "What's going on?" "I wish I knew." "Besides this newspaper here and the Hallelujah Press, are there any other companies in town that use printing presses?" "No." "No, not that I can think of." "Okay." "Thanks." "Michael." "Michael, I'm a reporter." "Listen, I have a constitutional right to know what's going on." "You're absolutely right." "And when I find out, I promise you..." "You'll be the second to know." "Tribune." "Jobina Bruce speaking." "What?" "I thought you told me to discourage him." "Yeah, well, I just got the report back from Washington." "There's no record of his prints, no driver's license, no social security number... nothing." "Well, then who is he?" "That's a very good question." "I want you to try and get close to him, okay?" "Use your feminine wiles on him." "Work him over a little, love him up some." "He'll break." "They all do." "Mr. Larkin, there are limits to what I consider my patriotic duty." "And another thing, why am I the only one doing any work around here?" "Well, look at it this way." "Those Watergate reporters had to spend months in a damp garage." "All things considered, you got it pretty easy." "Thanks." "You got that, Devon?" "Charles Barnswell, retired federal employee." "Let me see what I can do." "By the way, are you still in Alpine Crest?" "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Well, let me put it this way." "It's a real nice place if you're thinking of retirement." "Oh, don't mention that, my dear fellow." "Don't even think it." " I'll get back to you as soon as possible." " Okay." "Give Bonnie a kiss for me, will you?" "I will." "Of course." "Michael, believe it or not, there's Austin." "Hi." "Listen, I'm sorry I was so rude in there." "I just had a lot on my mind." "Excuse me." "Michael, look out." "KITT, watch out for pedestrians." "Of course, Michael." "Don't worry, Michael." "We'll catch him." "Here we go." "Whoo!" "Yeah!" "Attention all units, two vehicles are racing out of control through town." "This is Car Three." "I got the lead vehicle in sight." "Hey, what's going on?" "I'm pursuing a suspect." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "Hey, Sheriff." "Hmm?" "What about that phone call, huh?" "Local call?" "No, it's not a local call." "What is this?" "I'm entitled to a phone call." "Okay." "I'll see what I can do." "Look, you may not like what I did, but I did it because I was pursuing a suspect." "Knight," "I don't know who or what you are, but you are not a cop." "And in this town, the cops will pursue the suspects." "Okay?" "Sheriff, i-if you don't mind, I'd like my watch back, please." "Sorry." "Against regulations." "Look, you're in big trouble, man." "If I were you, I'd be less concerned with regulations... and more concerned with what's going on in front of your face!" "Mr. Knight, there are a lot of people in this world I'll take advice from, but they don't talk to me from behind bars." "See?" "Enjoy your meal." "That corn bread's homemade." "Well, I've never seen anything like this car before." "I got an idea." "Nice car." "Good car." "It's a car, Hanks, not a dog." "Wait a minute." "I got a better idea." "Do it again." "It'll just move again." "Do it." "All right!" "Where have you been?" "Don't ask." "What do you mean, "Don't ask"?" "You were supposed to be here at 1:00 this afternoon." "I'm having a little problem with a joker in a hot Trans-Am." "He's been on my tail for two days." "Every time I think I've lost him, he shows up again." "It's okay now." "Moore's got him in jail." "It's about time he did something to justify his percentage." "I gave him a hard enough time." "Don't you get on his case." "He does his job." "Who'd ever think of Alpine Crest as the counterfeit capital of the world?" "Anyway, I've got some people to see." "Where's the money?" "It's not ready yet." "It was supposed to be ready by 1:00 this afternoon." "You got problems, I got problems." "There's a company man in town." "Company." "You mean C.I.A." "I saw him this afternoon when I went out for a sandwich." "His name's Larkin." "I remembered him from a couple of years ago." "He was a junior field operative at the time." "He's apparently been promoted." " Good for him." "Where's a glass?" " Don't you hear what I'm saying?" "You think Larkin's here for the clean air?" "He knows something." "He's here on assignment." "You're not letting your imagination run away with you again?" "Don't be condescending with me, Austin." "I'm the one who's vulnerable here." "I'm the one who headed up the pilot program to counterfeit money." "And when the company shut it down," "I'm the one who got the plates before they were destroyed." "I created this operation." "Imagination?" "You wouldn't know the meaning of the word." "I'll make it real clear for you." "I spent 25 years with the company, and there's no way I'm gonna spend the next 25 in prison." "Now, if Larkin stays, I go." "Either you find a way to detour him, or I'll shut down the presses and take the plates with me." "KITT?" "KITT, are you there?" " Yes, Devon." " Ah." "KITT, what's happening?" "I've been trying to reach Michael for over an hour." "Michael is... indisposed." "Oh." "That means he's either with a young lady or he's in jail." " No comment." " I admire your loyalty, KITT." "Frankly, I'd just as soon not know..." "Unless, of course, he's in real trouble." "I've got the information on Charles Barnswell that he requested." "When you see him, tell him that Barnswell worked for the C.I.A... on several top-secret pilot projects... before retiring last year." " That's curious." " Retiring?" "No." "The last project he worked on involved a plan to destabilize the economies of unfriendly countries." "Believe it or not, it involved infiltrating... counterfeit U.S. Dollars into the monetary system." "Hmm." "The counterfeit plates used were of the highest possible quality." "Only recently it was discovered that they were not destroyed after all." "At present, their whereabouts is unknown." "Well, there you have it." "Keep an eye on Michael." " I'll do my best, Devon." " Right." "That's the spirit." "As an American citizen, not to mention a member of the press, I insist..." "Wait a minute." "That little fish wrapper you're printing up, you're calling that the press?" "Just as surely as you call those six high school dropouts in uniform the police force." "Jobina, I've known your Aunt Martha four years now... ever since I took over as sheriff." "I like her, she likes me, and that'll buy you a little flexibility." "But it won't buy you sensationalizing Knight's arrest in the Tribune." "This town has a reputation to maintain, and I'm the head maintenance man." "Got that?" "Now don't forget it." "He's right in there." "Hi." "Hi." "Listen, I would have baked you a cake with a hacksaw blade in it, but I flunked home economics." "That's okay." "I flunked hacksaw." "Thanks for coming." "It's the least I could do." "You okay?" "No." "What'd they do?" "Violate your civil rights?" "Did they beat you with a rubber hose?" "Wait, wait." "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "Just forget about your good-bye story for a minute and listen to me." "Jobina, I'm not a skip tracer." "I'm not an investor looking for a small business." "I work with Devon Miles, the man your Aunt Martha invited to speak at the award ceremony." "If you're with that Foundation, why are you keeping it such a big secret?" "Because something strange is going on around here, and it's gettin' stranger by the minute." "Jobina, I came here in pursuit of a counterfeit-money broker." "When I saw him at the award ceremony, I thought he was passing through." "But I changed my mind." "I think he came here for a reason." " You mean Ron Austin?" " You know Ron Austin?" "The..." "The guy you chased in the park." "He's a Bible salesman." "At least that's what Mr. Barnswell told us." "You've seen him before?" "Yeah." "He comes through here once or twice a month." "He stops by the Hallelujah Press, picks up some Bibles." "You know, for a guy in that profession, he's a terrible flirt." "Barnswell!" "Why didn't I think of that before?" "Barnswell." "He bought the Hallelujah Press as a front for the counterfeit-money presses." "Michael, this is it." "This is my story." "Jobina, I'll make a deal with ya." "We need each other." "Now, we team up here," "I get the counterfeiters and you get your good-bye story." " Deal?" " What do I have to do?" "I've never talked to a car before." "Actually, that's not true." "Yeah, I did talk to my Volkswagen." "The difference is it never talked back." "Please, talk to me." "If you don't, I'll never forgive myself." "Michael sent me." "He's in jail." "KITT, he needs your help." "Please, he told me you'd know what to do." "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Now that you mention it, yes." " If you'd be so kind as to put me down." " Down?" "My dear, I'm a car, not a plane." "Oh." "Yes, of course you are." "The release button is to your left." "So, tell me, what were you doing up there in the first place?" "Spinning my wheels." " That was a joke." " Oh." "As Michael would say, thanks, pal." "Oh." "Sure." "Oh, of course, of course." "Anytime." "Uh, is there anything else I can do for you?" "Yes." "Stand back." " You rang, Michael?" " What the hell was that?" "Hop in." "Michael, I must remind you..." "This sort of thing is causing excessive wear and tear to my system." "When he didn't answer a second time, I thought I'd check and see if he was okay." "This is it." "Hey, hey." "Stand back." "Uh, his name's Larkin." "Is he dead?" "Jobina." "Jobina!" "My, aren't we in a foul mood." "Busy morning?" "I want to see both those stories." "Knight's escape and the murder before you go to press." " I can't believe you said that." " Well, you believe it." "And you believe I can back it up too." "Sheriff, I don't know where you think you are, but you've got your geography confused." "This is not Russia!" "It's not some South American dictatorship." "We have freedom of the press here and very tough laws to guarantee it." "A lot tougher than you are." "Give a girl a little college, she thinks she knows how the world works." "You stay away from me." "No." "That isn't my style." "Here's my style." "I've got a witness who can place you in the immediate vicinity of the police garage... just minutes before somebody took that car and busted Knight out of jail." "Now, if you weren't with your Aunt Martha playing bridge during that time," "I can arrest you right now..." "As an accessory." "Now you think about that... before you print your little stories." "Michael, we can't stay hidden here forever." " Punch me up a visual, will you, KITT?" " Right away, Michael." "As you can see, the patrol cars are still in the immediate area." "Ah." "Yoo-hoo." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Let me give you a hand with this, huh?" "Oh." "Well, just put it on the chair there." "We'll take it inside in a while." "No luck?" "No luck." "Aunt Martha, they're everywhere." "I couldn't get within a hundred yards of Hallelujah Press." "Good." "Then maybe you'll have enough time to come for a country breakfast with me." "I couldn't think of anything better..." "Oh." "But I'm sorry, I don't have the time." "Aunt Martha, I need your help." "Now, Aunt Martha, just sit back, relax, and leave the driving to me." "Oh, KITT, this is fun." "I love it." " I'm glad, Aunt Martha." " Oh, my!" "Patrol, we've spotted Knight heading north on 3-7." "Repeat." "Highway 37, heading north." "Move in to intercept." "That's a roger." "Oh, my Lord!" "Here we go, Aunt Martha." " Wow!" " Sheriff, I got him heading my way." "I'll run him back to you." "Hang on, Aunt Martha." "Here we go." "Oh!" "What you did is the act of an insane man." "You said to detour Junior Agent Larkin." "Well, dig this." "One man's detour is another's derailment." "So I derailed the sucker." "What are you, a child?" "You don't walk around, kill a C.I.A. Field agent... and continue to walk around." "Whether you know it or not, you're a dead man." "I don't do business with dead men." "You take one more step, and you'll never do business again." "Okay, Austin." "You want the plates?" "You got the plates." "You're driving." "Hey." "What are you doing in her car?" "I thought I told you to let me handle this." "Well, they're not in there." "They left." "Which way?" "Here we are, Aunt Martha." "Safe and sound." "Oh, hot dog!" "What a car!" "I gotta borrow it." "Well, whatever you say, good-lookin'." "What do you think you're doin'?" "You want to argue or catch those guys?" "Okay." "Bye-bye." "Whoo!" "I'm getting a reading on the suspect vehicle." "He will enter the monitor at south-southeast, color yellow." "All right." "If we play this one right, we should be able to run the whole table with one ball." "Let's go for it!" "Hang on." "Sheriff, this is Deputy Cole." "The suspect's headed your way, north on Highway 12." "I got him now." "There he is." "You said some guy in a black Trans-Am had been following you." "Look behind and tell me if that's him." "I don't believe it." "Give him a blast, KITT." "You there." "Austin." "Pull over." "Are they okay?" "Yeah." "Just shaken up." "Hey, KITT." "I think we crossed the county line." "Patch me through to a friendly sheriff, will ya?" " I'll see what I can do, Michael." " Is there anything this car can't do?" "I think a woman would be a better judge of that." "I beg your pardon?" "Tell you the truth, Devon, don't you feel a little foolish, giving them the Foundation's award, finding out their town didn't have a low crime rate after all?" "I imagine the new sheriff will, uh, restore tranquillity in short order." "I'm glad they kept the award." "I never realized there were still towns like that." "I think I'd have liked growing up there." "By the way, is Jobina really going to leave, now that she's got her good-bye story?" "Well, if I were a betting man, I would, uh, wager that she would think it over and then decide to stay." " I hope she does." " So you know where to find her?" "Yeah, that's a thought." "Well, now that Aunt Martha's back at the helm of the Hallelujah Press again, she wanted each of you to have a keepsake." "Ah, a Bible." "Hey, it's nice." " Beautiful, isn't it?" " Yes." "Quite." " And informative." " May I ask who programmed it?" "Well, that's, uh, kind of a long story, KITT." "That's all right, Michael." "I have plenty of time." "It seems to me that you've got your work cut out, old boy." "Come, Bonnie." " Oh, wait a minute." " Bye-bye." "Uh..." "Uh..." "Michael, I'm sure it's no problem." "Just begin at the beginning." "Okay."