"Lowell recently developed a hovercraft... which has extraordinary speed and maneuverability." "Not to mention fire power." "It was hijacked during a test run." "They're gonna have to come back here to get a duplicate system." "And when they do, I'll be here to nail them." "The ship will be at the rendezvous point in an hour." "Prepare to depart." "We gotta keep them from getting into that water." "Hit the rocket, all of them!" "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." "Come on, gyro-guidance, don't let me down." "Perfect, Vince, perfect." "Now for the fireworks." "Good work, men." "Proceed to the target area and commence firing when ready." "Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please focus your attention... on the target area on your left." "We will demonstrate the destructive power of our craft." "Great." "Thank you." "I know my father would've been proud of you for the terrific work you've done." "Hey, what's going on?" "What are they doing?" "Nice scenery, huh, pal?" "I agree, Michael." "It's a wonderful place to be spending your birthday." "Yeah, that it is." "You know, given that it's such a special day for you, you seem a bit subdued." "Well, I guess it's just one of those birthdays when you realize... you've had a lot of birthdays." "Michael, I detect no flagging of your vital functions." "Yeah, you're right." "You know what ticks me off here?" "I mean, it's my vacation, my birthday... and once again I'm going along with what Devon says." "I can promise you that The Foundation suite... at Twelve Palms Hotel is absolutely first class." "Oh, I'm sure Devon will have a nice little bottle... of Lafitte-Rothschild waiting for me." "It's one of the world's finest wines." "Yeah, yeah, I know." "Maybe I can get used to it." "First-class, Devon-style." "Old world formality, elegance." "But I doubt it." "Whoa, well, I take it all back." "Good morning." "The Foundation sure can pick them." "Now aren't you ashamed you doubted Devon?" "Oh, absolutely." "Afternoon." "Towel, ma'am." "Thank you." "Looks like a lot of fun." "It's the best exercise there is." "Good therapy, too." "It's almost as good as sitting by the pool." "Join me?" "Sure." "All right." "My, name is Michael." "Oh, Amy Lowell." "Hi." "So, you're here for the weekend?" "No, as a matter of fact, I'm here for a little longer." "I am on a well-deserved vacation... which just happens to coincide with my birthday." "Well, happy birthday." "Well, thank you." "So, how are you gonna celebrate it?" "You know, it just occurred to me... that an afternoon by the pool... and a candlelight dinner with a pretty girl is very hard to beat." "Oh, I'm moving too fast?" "But then again, so is my vacation." "No, it's not that." "I have a confession to make, Michael." "I was very well prepared for how you'd move." "That's amazing." "You can tell that just by looking at me?" "No, it was more like I was told that about you." "Don't tell me." "A little birdie with an English accent." "Devon Miles." "Before he arranged for us to meet." "Why do I get the feeling I've just strayed from off-duty to on-call?" "Come on." "Where are we going?" "My office, come on." "Ah, Michael." "I trust you've arrived at the Twelve Palms Hotel." "Speaking of trust..." "And I see that you've made the acquaintance of Miss Amy Lowell." "Right again, Devon." "And she's a very, very charming young woman... and normally I would thank you from the bottom of my heart... for putting me in contact with her... if it wasn't your sneaky little way of stopping my vacation before it started." "She's the Chief executive officer of a weapons manufacturing company..." "Lowell Industries." "And she's run into a bad security problem." "Devon, if I meet a young woman..." "I want her to whisper sweet nothings into my ear... not crises involving military hardware." "Lowell recently developed a hovercraft... for military use... which has extraordinary speed and maneuverability." "It was hijacked during a test run." "Isn't that why we have armed forces... and coast guards to handle things like that?" "You're absolutely right, Michael." "But we wanted The Foundation to clear up the matter." "You see, since my father's death... we've lost all our government contracts... and this was our first real chance to regain them." "Without the proper security rating... we have no real chance of getting a government contract." "And within a month we could be bankrupt." "All right." "Looks like I'll be playing a new party game... find the hovercraft." "Thank you." "And Michael?" "Many happy returns." "I'll get changed and we'll go to the testing facility." "Oh, the testing facility." "How romantic?" "That's where it happened." "Right there." "Right out there." "It was like some kind of nightmare." "To watch them come out of the water and take it like that." "To be so powerless." "KITT, scan the area, will you?" "The tides and current... have removed anything traceable from the water." "That car is amazing." "I'd love to study that software." "It gets better." "KITT, check the pilings over here." "I wanna see if there's any kind of marks or anything that don't belong." "Divers had to be stationed some place nearby." "I found something, Michael." "Come on." "I show residues of neoprene... and injection-molded thermoplastic... from diving accessories as well as some minute traces of blue paint." "Well, that's gotta be the tanks." "What about the paint?" "Possible color code, Michael." "Maybe it's rental equipment." "KITT, run down all the scuba rental outfits in the area." "Well, Michael, we have H and C Salvage..." "Nemco, Quincy Divers..." "Wait a minute." "My dad used to hire Quincy to clean the bottoms of the company boats." "It sounds like a good place to start." "Michael, you have no idea how much I appreciate your being here." "Me, too." "I haven't been able to sleep since this happened." "So if you need any assistance..." "Well, I..." "I practice on the pistol range every week." "Thank you very much." "It's very good to know I got you here to back me up." "Hang loose till I get back, huh?" "Anybody home?" "Ho, here in the back!" "How you doing?" "You, Mr. Quincy?" "Yes." "Can I help you?" "Yeah." "My name is Michael Knight." "I understand you've done some work in the past for Lowell Industries." "Yeah, that's right." "We used to do all their boat-bottom cleaning." "I remember Mr. Lowell and his daughter... when she used to just tinker around in his garage." "She was a cute little thing." "Yeah, she still is." "Look, maybe you can help me out." "Mr. Quincy, I'm investigating... the theft of some of their equipment by some scuba divers." "No kidding." "Yeah, as a matter of fact... a security guard reported seeing a diver with a blue tank... just like one of these." "Hey, hold it right there." "'Cause I think you're right on target." "You know, I just lost three of my best outfits... to some guys that breezed in here... put down a deposit and never came back." "Hey, I don't mind a couple of C-notes... but, you know, it's a pain in the neck to replace this equipment." "Could I see the deposit slips?" "Yeah." "I got it over there." "Well, I tell you something... if they're what I think they are..." "I don't know what good it's gonna do you." "Here it is." "I'm sure their names are phony." "But, you know something, maybe their address might help you." "It's right down here about a mile, right on the pier." "All right, thank you very much for your help." "Hey, not at all." "All right." "Hey, listen, if you find them and you get my tank back... give me a call right away, will you?" "This is the peak of the season." "You got it." "Thanks." "Get me Mr. Kleist." "Yes." "Hey, Mr. Kleist?" "Quincy here." "Yeah, we got a problem." "A guy by the name of Michael Knight... is investigating the theft of some equipment from Lowell Industry." "My guess is, he's looking for the hovercraft." "If you're that sure you should have done something about it." "Well, I did, in a way." "I sent him to that fake address we have on those divers." "You know, that bait shack at the end of Rawlins Pier." "You haven't handled anything." "Now I'll have to." "Mike." "I have something for you to do." "This looks rather deserted." "Are you sure we're not on the proverbial wild goose chase?" "Well, maybe so." "We'll check it out anyway." "Stay tuned, will you?" "Hello?" "Anybody home?" "Michael, look out!" "Michael, are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm all right." "I'm sorry, Michael..." "I'm not what you would call a "swimmer."" "That's okay." "At least we got ourselves a scorecard." "I'm afraid that reference escapes me." "You can't tell the players without a scorecard." "And I think we've just found out that Quincy... is definitely one of our players." "Michael, have you some progress to report?" "I'd say we struck a nerve somewhere." "Somebody just made me take an unscheduled dip in the ocean." "You have any idea who that someone was?" "Not yet." "The man who sent me on that little encounter, Devon... was one Henry Quincy." "The owner of Quincy Divers." "I need all the history you can dig up on him." "I'm headed to see him right now." "Any sign of him?" "I'm afraid he's gone, Michael." "All right, there's no use announcing our presence." "I've got a few other moves to put on Mr. Quincy." "No more tryouts for the swim team, I hope." "No way, pal." "Look, I gotta head back to Lowell Industries, I wanna talk to Amy." "So for now, let's go with a very simple bugging device." "Okay, smile, Quincy." "You're gonna be on Knight Industries candid camera." "You said you'd take care of Knight." "I'm afraid he has more capabilities than we expected." "Oh, great." "Well, at least we're gonna get outta here in two hours." "The schedule is not as we planned." "The hovercraft pickup will be delayed 12 hours... because of bad weather." "This gets better and better." "We're gonna have to sit on this beast for another day." "Meantime, Knight's gonna be coming after me." "Now, Quincy, listen to me..." "No." "No, you listen to me." "I feel like I'm being hung out to dry." "Now, just give me my payment, let me get out of here." "An operation such as this is strictly a cash-on-delivery business." "I can't pay you until the ship arrives and my customers pay me." "Yeah, but I am the one that is sitting on a hot seat." "Not at all." "You merely gave Knight an address that was on your receipt." "Now, how were you supposed to know there would be any danger?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I guess maybe you're right." "Of course I am." "Now why don't you go about your business." "And don't worry." "If Knight shows up and gets in your way... we'll be ready for him." "All right." "That's more like it." "He's become a major liability." "When he closes up, kill him." "Scanners peeled, huh." "I wouldn't bother." "Who said that?" "You'll only find an old hotel key." "Believe me." "Ain't nothing there but a car." "If you wanna find something worth your while..." "I'd go five feet due west." "So this is the sort of work that Quincy does for everyone?" "Barnacle scraping?" "Hull cleaning?" "Yes." "Why?" "Well, because it suggests he's small time." "You're right." "You're absolutely right." "He makes a fair living." "But he's like part of the scenery." "Then he wouldn't have the money or the know-how... to hijack a hovercraft all by himself." "He's gotta be just one small part of an organized operation." "But whose operation, Michael?" "The designs are patented." "You can't just go peddling prototypes like that." "I don't know, but whoever's behind it... can supply the elements that Quincy can't." "If you need any help with investigation, anything at all..." "Don't worry." "I'll give you a holler." "Well, this is some way to be spending your birthday." "Well, at least the day's been semi-productive." "I'm sorry, but I feel it should be something more than that." "You wait here." "I might have a little something for you." "Let's see." "It sure is beautiful out there." "We used to have a place right down the road." "I'd play on the beach... and my dad would spend the whole day working in his garage." "Hey." "My name's Chuck." "How'd you like to be my partner?" "I have a partner." "But we could be friends." "Friends?" "With a car?" "That's ridiculous." "Ta-da." "Happy birthday, Michael." "Thank you." "I'm so glad you're here." "I wouldn't be any place else." "Wait a minute." "Two candles, I mean..." "Whatever I may or may not have done, I certainly passed infancy." "Yes, you definitely are past infancy." "Not now, KITT." "Quincy's just arrived back at his place, Michael." "All right, I'll be right there." "Look, I'm sorry." "Duty calls." "That's okay." "We'll just have to get to adolescence and maturity later." "Count on it." "Bye." "Wait, let's talk!" "We could have had such a beautiful arrangement." "Yo, Devon." "What do you got on Quincy?" "Apparently the local authorities... have been watching him for a long time." "He's been charged twice with marijuana smuggling... and interstate transport of stolen goods though never convicted." "Well, we'll just have to change that, won't we?" "Wait, wait, wait!" "Let's make this easy on each other, huh?" "All right, all right." "Michael, I believe I can catch him." "No, KITT, stay with me." "We gotta get him to a hospital." "Scan his vitals." "Quincy?" "Quincy!" "I'm afraid it's no use, Michael." "Any luck, KITT?" "Nothing yet, Michael." "What's KITT doing now?" "Checking Quincy's phone records over the past six months." "If we can match a phone number... to a name on The Foundation's active list... we may get a lead on Quincy's connections." "Michael, why can't KITT simply activate the scanners and run the hovercraft down?" "I'm afraid there's too much shoreline out there... too many small crafts in the area." "I mean, that's assuming that hovercraft is somewhere around here." "I'm sorry, Michael, but we'd better alert the military authority... before it's too late." "I think you're right, Amy." "I'll make those phone calls before I go into town." "Wait a minute." "I'm no whiz when it comes to hovercraft technology... but don't weapons as sophisticated as this... use some sort of radio frequency in their operation?" "Gyro-guidance." "Yes, we use a special frequency... to transmit instructions to the pilot as well as to coordinate... the steering and all the surface propulsion systems." "So you're saying this is absolutely crucial to the hovercraft." "Yeah." "I think I can jam that frequency and burn out that system." "Michael, you'd need a tremendous power source." "You leave that to me." "All I need from you is the frequency band." "And what happens when you burn it out?" "Amy, the hovercraft is a prototype." "They're gonna have to come back here to get a duplicate system." "And when they do, I'll be here to nail them." "Yeah, it's the old pincer trap." "The best military move there is but..." "But if it doesn't work, and the hovercraft gets out on the ocean... we may lose it for good." "Just give me a couple of hours." "Then I'll know if this is gonna work or not." "All right." "Chuck." "Hey, listen." "I saw you and your partner pull in a little bit ago." "Leave him... and all of this is yours." "KITT, come on, pal." "We're ready to roll." "Chuck, it's a very fine offer." "But I'm afraid I have to move on." "No, no, wait, wait." "Wait, we have to talk." "Don't... don't go yet." "All right, if that's your attitude... you'll never work this beach again!" "Do you copy?" "I copy." "Out." "The ship will be at the rendezvous point in an hour." "Test the systems and prepare to depart." "Yes, sir." "Bill." "We rendezvous in an hour." "Come on, let's go over this one more time." "Okay?" "We're gonna do an EA here." "Boy, oh boy." "Converting the unscrambling devices to a scrambling mode... and hooking them up to an extra power source." "If this works, I'm going to put sorcery on my resume." "You've always been a magician to me." "Yeah!" "Walter Peyton's running like he got one of those youth cocoons." "The Bears are up by ten in the third quarter... and you stand to lose two Tina Turner tickets, my man." "RC, we all stand to lose a little more than that... if we distract Bonnie at this moment." "You got it, boss." "Michael... we've been monitoring the Coast Guard reports." "An unauthorized ship with foreign registration... is lurking outside our territorial limits." "No one can ascertain its business." "I think we both know what that might be." "Hmm." "Okay, systems test." "Start here on the right." "That's good." "Keep going." "What a beautiful killer she is." "Okay, now we should have enough power... to boost this frequency... sweep it across the waterfront." "One more thing." "There's a station on the weather band emanating 20 miles south of here." "It's on the same frequency." "Now, if it burns out..." "We're in." "Okay, here goes nothing." "The forecast..." "There's nothing." "Wouldn't you know it?" "I'm gonna have to check all these circuits." "Excuse me, but maybe I can bring... my own tremendous computer sophistication into play here." "There's no time for jokes, RC." "No, but it is time for juice." "Off, on." "Even I can dig that." "Good call, RC." "Thanks." "Okay, looks like we're transmitting." "We're still not getting enough power for the signal sweep." "Bonnie, maybe we can boost the power with KITT's transmitters." "There's no way I can link this system to KITT's." "What if we bounce it off him?" "Using him as a signal relay." "We're passing through some mighty hilly country, Michael." "Might be too much interference." "What if I drive to the top of one of those hills?" "Is it worth a try, Bonnie?" "Maybe." "Maybe." "You got it." "We gotta get to high ground to relay Bonnie's signal." "How about super pursuit mode?" "At least it won't prolong the agony." "No can do." "I need all the maneuverability I can get." "Open the doors." "You ready, Michael?" "All right." "Here we go." "Okay, Bonnie, I'm getting the radio station and your transmission." "KITT, use your ultra-frequency modulator and boost the signal." "All right, let's go." "We're in!" "We did it, Michael." "Cut it, cut it!" "Sir, the gyro-guidance system is down." "What the hell is wrong?" "I don't know." "We have power, but it's not getting anywhere." "It must be a problem with the frequency transmission." "Can we fix it?" "We only have the hovercraft itself, Mr. Kleist." "We don't have the spare parts." "Then tell Mike what you need." "You'll have to go back to Lowell and get it." "I don't want any more delays." "Right away." "Let's give Amy a call and let her know we're coming in." "Yes?" "Vince, it's me, Michael." "Yes, Michael." "Just want to let you know we sent out the signal." "You should be receiving your guests very shortly." "Well, everything's ready." "The guard's been told to let them in." "Good enough." "I'm on my way." "Now's the time for super pursuit." "Okay, pal." "Let's wait for our guests to arrive." "Let's see your pass, please." "A strange car just made a very hostile entrance through the gate." "Okay, pal, that's our cue." "Move." "Move it." "Move it." "Okay, guys." "You're all gonna take a little ride with KITT and me." "Then I'll deal with your boss." "Hold it!" "You're gonna have to deal with me first, Michael." "I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, Michael." "If you hadn't been so persistent, none of this would have happened." "Has it ever occurred to you, that once you turn over the hovercraft... your customer could leave you stranded?" "It's a good try, but my customer needs me... to guide him through the technology and he knows that." "After that I'll be stranded, yeah." "On a beach in a country with perpetual sunshine and no extradition." "How could you do it, Vince?" "To betray the trust my father placed in you?" "To let down all the others who worked so hard to get this company back on its feet." "Don't you talk to me about trust." "I designed that whole craft, remember that?" "All I ever got from your father was a modest salary and a pat on the back." "The international arms trade has become a bonanza, Amy." "I'm gonna get what I'm worth." "Happy birthday, Michael." "Sorry you're gonna miss the party." "Get them in there!" "Both of them." "Let's get out of here." "It's a reinforced security door with a special lock, Michael." "All right, then let's give it some special attention." "KITT?" "Michael, where are you?" "Kleist's men are getting away." "All right, get a surveillance lock on the car." "Now scan the building." "We're in a storage room at the west corner." "I've located you, Michael." "All right, see what you can do with this lock, will you?" "You stay here." "I'll call you as soon as I know anything." "Good luck." "I've located the car, Michael." "It's located by Chalmers Pier." "They gotta be preparing to move the hovercraft." "If there was ever a time for SPM." "It's now!" "Be in touch." "All ready, Mr. Kleist." "Good." "Thank you." "All right, let's get out of here." "There it is, Michael." "Chalmers Pier, dead ahead." "Hold it." "It's Knight and his car over there." "Mr. Kleist, I don't know how he got out." "I swear I don't." "You're not going to be able to get by him." "He can keep us here all day." "Then blow it away!" "Are you all right, KITT?" "Yes, Michael." "Okay, then we gotta keep them from getting to that water." "Machine guns have no effect on them." "Use the rockets, all of them." "Rockets aren't having any effect, return to the water!" "They're headed for the water." "Michael, I'm afraid the hovercraft is going to make open sea." "We've still got one chance, KITT." "What do you plan to do?" "Gotta go fishing, pal." "All right." "What the hell is that?" "Good shot." "Winch them in, pal." "Give it maximum power!" "All right, dig in." "Come on, dig in." "Give it maximum power!" "We're at maximum power." "It's still hauling us in." "Come on, KITT." "All right." "Way to go." "Hello, boys." "No, hold your fire!" "Hold your fire." "He's all mine." "No." "You're not much... but you're the only birthday present I got." "Except for the cupcake." "Four candles, hmm?" "I see you're still being discreet." "There's more to it than that, Amy." "Yeah, there is." "It's been four years since we've all been together." "Four years ago I was reborn." "And since we're on the subject of rebirth..." "I'd like to propose a toast to the new beginnings for Lowell Industries." "Congratulations on your contract for a fleet of hovercrafts." "I'll drink to that." "Here, here." "Here, here." "Here, here." "And for your splendid work above and beyond the call of duty..." "The Foundation would like to show its appreciation in a very special way." "Oh, the Tina Turner tickets are on me, boss." "The Bears folded in the fourth quarter." "RC, that is not what I meant." "I think what he meant is that I finally get a vacation?" "More than that, Michael." "I don't know if I told you... but for some time The Foundation... has been maintaining a resort in the Caribbean, and you're welcome to..." "Thanks, but no, thanks." "I'm heading for parts unknown... and hopefully not alone."