"Do you have any idea why someone would wanna kill to stop this race?" "Jamie, get down!" "Now cancel the race before it's too late." "They're well-known crime figures in Detroit." "That's very nice." "The nineteenth hole." "KITT, this is the place... they bury people when they get in their way." "Jamie." "Car seven and 12 to the starting line." "Go!" "The road up ahead." "What about it?" "There's a high voltage wire stretched across it." "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." "It's called the Marberry Grand Prix." "I don't care what it sounds like." "It's spelled P-R-I-X, not P-R-E-E." "It's French." "What am I supposed to do with 5,000 fly sheets spelled wrong?" "Okay, George." "Thanks." "I'll see you in half an hour." "P-R-I-X." "Right." "She just left." "Michael, you're awfully quiet this morning." "Just appreciating the countryside, pal... just appreciating the countryside." "Kind of reminds me of when I was a kid, you know?" "Lazy days, green hills, streams full of catfish..." "Mary Lou." "For some reason, I can't visualize you as a child." "Then again, I can't visualize myself as one, either." "It's probably because you never were." "As a child, would I still have all my functions?" "Would I still be able to turbo boost?" "Yeah, but you'd have to start off small, like maybe over wagons." "Station wagons?" "Toy wagons." "In that case, I'm glad I never had to experience childhood." "Devon's calling." "Yo, Devon." "Hello, Michael." "I see you're not far from the town of Marberry." "Marberry?" "Couldn't prove it by me." "What's up?" "The granddaughter of an old friend of mine... is the editor-publisher of the local paper there." "I'm way ahead of you." "You want me to drop by and pick up the latest edition as a keepsake... because I've been on the road for three days straight... and you wouldn't dream of giving me another assignment." "Michael." "You would." "She's sponsoring a local event." "For some reason... she's convinced that someone's tried to kill her this morning." "It may be nothing, but I'd never forgive myself if I was wrong." "I'm on my way." "I'll get back to you." "KITT, plot us a course to Marberry." "Marberry, Michael?" "You heard me, Marberry." "And give me whatever you've got on that little town." "Right away, Michael." "According to my data, Marberry is a quiet, peaceful retirement community." "Welcome, Benji." "It's been a long time, Joey." "Too long, my good friend." "Is Mr. C here yet?" "No, but soon." "Soon." "What's that?" "They're here for some kind of race... but don't worry, Benji." "We're dealing with it." "Hmm." "The nineteenth hole, old friend?" "The nineteenth hole." "Get there first!" "A quiet, peaceful retirement community?" "Bonnie meticulously revises my databanks regularly." "Is it possible we're in the wrong Marberry?" "I don't think so." "It seems to me..." "Marberry has changed its image, partner." "None for the better if you ask me." "Is nothing sacred?" "Isn't there anywhere safe from fast cars and rock and roll?" "You tell me." "You're the one with the meticulously revised databanks." "Is that thing blown?" "I beg your pardon." "Not now, KITT." "I beg your pardon." "You know, blown as in supercharged." "Does it matter?" "Only if you wanna win." "I'll let you know." "What's that funny, little red light in front?" "That is an automatic garage door opener." "Can you tell me where I can find the sponsor?" "Right over there." "It's winner take all." "In case you're interested, that was my nickname in high school." "Winner?" "All." "The wisdom of youth." "Hi, Daisy." "Bye, Red." "Ain't seen you around before, dude." "Let's take a look at your horses." "I beg your pardon." "There's more than one way to open a tin can." "We'll see about that." "Thank you." "Business looks good." "Wanna sign up?" "Maybe later." "Are you Jamie Downs?" "Yeah." "Why?" "My name is Michael Knight." "Devon Miles asked me to drop by." "So soon?" "Thanks." "You're welcome." "Can we maybe go someplace and talk?" "I wasn't expecting you till later... and there's no one here to relieve me." "That's okay." "I'll just check into a hotel, clean up... and come back when you're finished." "Sounds good, except you won't find a motel." "Filled already?" "No, they just won't rent to racers." "No problem." "I'm not a racer." "When can we meet?" "How about my house, say, 9:00?" "Terrific." "Address?" "Oh, yeah." "You're shaking." "Whatever it is, it'll be okay." "Yeah." "I'd prefer it if you'd kindly keep your hands to yourself." "Open, Sesame." "Who do you think you are?" "Ali Baba?" "I ain't through with you yet." "The sign says, "No vacancy."" "Well, if you're all filled up, how come there's no cars out there?" "Look, if it makes any difference to you, I am not a racer." "No wild parties." "No pets." "Read my lips." "Now leave before I call the police." "What is it about your attitude I don't like?" "I've got it." "I've got it." "It's your attitude." "Take off, punk." "Transfer my calls to the young lady's room." "Yes, Mr. Rome." "I said, "Take off, punk." I know." "I heard you." "Well, you're still here." "I have some unfinished business with the manager here." "Any unfinished business you got is with me." "Now, one more word out of you, and you're gonna wish you were never born." "One more word out of you, and you'll wish I never was, either." "On second thought..." "I really don't like this motel very much." "You want more coffee?" "No, thanks." "Go ahead." "That's about it." "When I found out I'd inherited the Marberry Times..." "I took a week off and came out to sell it, and instead I fell in love." "With Marberry?" "Does that sound a little strange?" "Yeah, I guess it does." "No." "No, it doesn't." "I'll tell you what sounds strange is what's been happening to you." "Jamie, when did the threats begin?" "The day after I announced I was gonna stage the first Marberry Grand Prix." "I contacted the Racing Association of America... and they gave me their blessing." "Not only that, but they agreed to underwrite... the cost of building a permanent course... if this first race was successful." "Michael, this town could use the business." "Believe me." "I thought the people would be enthusiastic." "At first, I just thought it was a crank caller." "Until this morning." "Jamie, who owns the Marberry Motel?" "I don't know." "I never thought about it." "Why?" "I don't know." "I had something very strange happen." "Do you have any idea why someone would want to kill to stop the race?" "I've asked myself that question a thousand times." "Wait a minute." "KITT, trace this call, will you, pal?" "Right away, Michael." "You don't think..." "I don't know." "Go ahead." "Hello?" "This is your last chance." "Now cancel the race before it's too late... or it'll be canceled for you tomorrow." "He hung up." "Did you get it?" "I'm tracing it now." "Michael, there's a man in a car slowing up outside... and he's paying undue attention to Jamie's house." "Okay, let's check it out." "I'll be right back." "There's the car now." "I see it, buddy." "I've completed the trace, Michael." "The call came from a pay phone at the Marberry Motel." "My favorite place, huh?" "First, let's check this guy out." "My sensors detect... an electronically activated device." "Where?" "The undercarriage of Jamie's car." "Jamie, get down!" "What?" "Get down!" "Get down!" "Welcome to the Marberry Hotel." "Michael, what is it about that place that bothers you so much?" "For one thing, the clientele." "And for the second, the fact that that call was made from there last night." "You think that the person who wants to stop this race is staying there?" "I don't know." "You don't know, or you don't wanna tell me?" "Jamie, the call was made from a public phone." "It could've been a guest." "It could've been a passerby." "I don't know." "You let me worry about that, okay?" "Right now, you worry about making..." "Marberry's first Grand Prix a real big success, okay?" "Mmm-hmm." "What are you gonna do?" "First, drop you off." "I'm gonna check out the competition... to see if there's anyone in the race who shouldn't be there." "Michael, really, asking me to qualify for a car race... is like asking Reggie Jackson if he knows how to throw a forward pass." "Remind me to have Bonnie check out your sports chip." "Besides, I don't understand why we're entering it in the first place." "Because my guess is, having failed to discourage the sponsor... they're gonna work on the contestants... and I wanna be close enough to make sure nobody gets hurt." "Keep your eyes open." "All right, Michael... but it would certainly help if I knew what I was looking for." "As soon as I find out, you'll be the first to know." "In the meantime, give me hard copies on the racers... and run them through your image databank." "Whatever you say, Michael." "Hi." "Hi." "If you're looking to enter the race, you can sign up over there." "Thank you very much." "Next qualifying heat's in an hour." "With a little luck, we might be up against each other." "You know, I can't think of anyone in this entire world I'd rather be up against." "Thanks again, Daisy." "Hey, dude." "Yo." "That T-top of yours looks a little light in the horses." "That's because he's a jumper, hot dog." "I do hope this Rooster doesn't damage my XK-100 thermal printer." "Okay, dude, time to open you up." "Back to your barnyard, Rooster." "I have work to do." "Michael, what's wrong?" "I just tried to call Jamie, and her service said... she went to the Marberry Motel." "Nick, it's good to see you, my good friend." "And you, too, Joey." "Nick, you will sit here on Mr. C's left... and, Benji, you will sit there on Mr. C's right." "It will be good to see him again." "What do you want?" "I was just..." "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "I was just coming down to..." "Oh, honey, there you are." "I have been looking all over for you." "How are you?" "We just got married... and this is our honeymoon." "She must have thought that was our honeymoon suite." "Maybe you don't know how that is." "Honey, please tell this man how that is." "Happiest day of my life." "Happiest day of her life." "You know, first..." "I know that voice." "We would love to invite you up for a drink... but you know how that is." "Go, will you?" "Go." "What's happening?" "What's going on?" "KITT, meet me outside and hurry it up!" "Michael, I've heard of automatic drive, but this is ridiculous!" "Would you just get in the car?" "Incredible, huh?" "It was incredible." "Michael, every time I turned around, there was another limo pulling in." "And the faces, it was like watching... an old gangster movie coming alive." "Jamie." "I wonder what was in those attache cases." "Jamie, will you listen to me?" "I'm serious now." "I don't want you taking any more chances like that." "Michael, come on." "I'm a trained reporter." "You're also a girl who's been run off the road... who's had her car blown up." "I mean, what is this?" "Last night you were scared to death." "And the reason I was scared to death has something to do... with what's going on in that motel." "I'm sure of it." "Okay, I'll find out what's going on there... but I want you to promise me you will not go back there again, not alone." "Michael, what gave you that idea about the honeymoon?" "You don't wanna hear a word I say, do you?" "Well, what gave you the idea about the honeymoon?" "Just the product of a fertile imagination." "It's the best kind." "Have a safe race." "Drivers in cars 7 and 12." "Seven and 12." "All right." "You forgot your passive laser restraint seatbelt." "Thanks for reminding me." "Do you think the heat will be sabotaged?" "According to last night's phone call, it will be." "Let's be ready for anything." "Take a good look, dude." "The only thing you'll be seeing from here on is my exhaust." "Drivers ready?" "Go!" "Car number 12, get going!" "Here we go." "What did you find out about our competition?" "They're not exactly what you'd call... pillars of the community, Michael... but except for a few outstanding traffic citations... and one or two arrests for disturbing the peace... none of them has ever been in any serious trouble with the law." "Well, I was hoping for something more." "I'll try to hide my disappointment." "Michael, the road up ahead." "What about it?" "There's a high voltage wire stretched across it." "Any chance of neutralizing it?" "Negative, Michael, and if Rooster's car hits the wire... he'll be incinerated." "Then we've gotta get to it first." "Let's move it." "He's in our way, Michael." "We can't get around him." "You're not gonna try to turbo boost at this speed?" "You are." "Michael, we are going to hit it." "See you around, dude!" "What's that strange music?" "It was caused by the high voltage current... surging through my laser modulator." "Well, turn it off, will you?" "All right, Michael, but I can't guarantee it won't come back on again." "I'll talk to Bonnie about that." "I have pictures, evidence." "Jamie, will you stop for a second?" "Jamie, you're not listening to me." "Yes, I am." "The problem is that you're not taking me seriously." "Wrong." "The problem is you're not taking the situation seriously." "You smell a story here, and everything else in the world vanishes." "Michael, you don't understand." "When I left Chicago to come here, I made a tradeoff." "I gave up every journalist's dream... the chance of hitting the mother lode, the big story." "Don't you see?" "I gave it up, and now here it is, knocking on my door." "Just let me show you the negatives." "Oh, no." ""Oh, no"?" "What?" "What "Oh, no"?" "They're all underexposed." "What kind of camera did you use?" "The best." "My grandfather used it in the war." "What war was that?" "I figured if it was good enough for the Battle of the Bulge... it was good enough for the Marberry Motel." "I'll tell you what." "I'll run it... through KITT's system to see if anything's salvageable, okay?" "On one condition." "I was afraid of that." "You stay away from that motel for now." "I've got an appointment with Devon." "I'll be back here in two hours." "Deal?" "You drive a hard bargain." "Deal?" "Deal." "Need a little help with these, partner." "That's an understatement, Michael." "I don't care how sophisticated my image-enhancement software program is... there are limits." "I can't reach sufficient recognition threshold on any of these negatives." "Maybe not, but one thing's in focus, the brown attache case." "I've got an idea." "Let's find the nearest leather goods store." "I was afraid of that." "Looks like business is booming." "Interface with the motel's computer." "I wanna know what room Rome's in." "Yes, Michael." "I just hope this plan of yours works." "Room 117." "Thank you very much." "Phase One is about to begin." "Will you turn that champagne stuff off?" "All right, KITT, I need a diversion." "Anything particular in mind?" "Just use your imagination, will you?" "I need to get that attache case." "I'll get right on it." "I think I have just the diversion, Michael... but you'll have to move quickly." "Michael, I fail to see... what a brown attache case has to do with anything." "Look." "That's a staggering amount of money." "What do you think is the connection between the convention at the motel... and the incident on the race course?" "Very good question." "I don't know what it is, but I know it's there." "Since we're on the subject, I think you might find this quite interesting." "What is that?" "Unless I miss my guess... it's a list of all the contributors to the family." "Michael, these names." "Johnny Eyes, Julius the K... they're well-known crime figures in Detroit." "And wouldn't you say they constitute some hard evidence?" "At the very least." "In the hands of the proper authorities... this information could drive a wedge into the Detroit family." "Devon, from what I've seen, Detroit is only one of many." "Hold off on that wedge until I find out what Phase Two gives us, okay?" "Right." "Bonnie, how's KITT coming?" "I gotta check in with Jamie." "He's finished." "I just had to recalibrate his suspension synchronizer." "And you got rid of all that champagne stuff?" "Gone forever." "You are beautiful." "Now, do me one more favor." "Update his databanks on Marberry... all the prominent businesses, starting with the motel, financial history, the works." "I'll get right on it." "Anything else?" "I'll let you know." "Michael, be careful." "Where's Joey?" "If I know him, he's probably asleep." "I'll give him a call." "Tell him to hurry." "Mr. C will be here any minute." "Room 117, please." "Yeah?" "Oh, okay." "Yeah." "Listen, I'll be right there." "Okay." "It's not like the good old days." "Yeah." "And what have we got today?" "Computers and college graduates." "Mr. C!" "Very nice." "Very nice." "All of you, please sit." "Now, wine for all my friends." "And make yourselves at home." "I'm glad all of you showed up to pay up your respects... and I can guarantee you it will not be forgotten... but first, I got a nice toast." "I made it up myself." "But first, I believe there's some presents." "Sit, all of you." "Philly." "That's very nice." "That's very nice." "Bravo." "I always liked Philly." "I got a nice toast about Philly." "I made it up myself." "Joey, my friend, just in time." "I wanna see my nice present from Detroit." "You're gonna be pleased, Mr. C. I better." "What is this?" "A joke?" "Joey, tell me what's going on here." "I don't know what to say, Mr. C." "I don't like no jokes from Detroit." "Better think of something, Joey." "Whatever it is, it better lead to the money, Joey." "Hey, what was that?" "Over there." "That table." "Michael, I hope you're wrong... about Jamie going back to that motel." "That makes two of us, pal... but that receipt I found for a new mini-camera... in her office tells me I'm not." "But why wouldn't she leave word with her service as she did the last time?" "Because the last time I found her, remember?" "Sometimes, I think this girl goes out of her way... to make things difficult for me." "And possibly herself." "I only hope we're not too late." "I do, too, partner." "I do, too." "At least, this time, we've got an electronic ace up our sleeve." "Let's just hope it's enough, buddy." "It's Jamie I'm worried about." "Front desk, manager." "Hello?" "Hello?" "This is the front desk, manager." "Joey, Nick, get rid of her." "The nineteenth hole?" "Yeah, the nineteenth hole." "That's where we put snoopy reporters." "Your plan was working, Michael." "Who knows what else we might've learned if Jamie hadn't shown up?" "But she did, pal." "She did." ""The nineteenth hole," that's usually a phrase for the bar." "KITT, punch up your schematic on the Marberry Golf Course." "Right away, Michael." "Does it have a bar?" "Negative, Michael." "What's directly behind the course?" "A small housing tract, recreation area, shopping center." "What about this area right here?" "It looks undeveloped." "It is, Michael." "Who owns it?" "The city, but here's something interesting." "If the Racing Association of America... does build a permanent course in Marberry... the city has offered that piece of land for its clubhouse." "KITT, I think we found the nineteenth hole." "All right, let's see what else we can find." "Michael, you know the race is starting now." "If they're really intent on stopping it..." "I hear you, pal." "I hear you." "Starting time in five minutes." "Official starting time in five minutes." "My car's gone!" "Somebody stole my car!" "Now, hold everything here." "Wait a minute!" "Wait a minute!" "Stop!" "You ain't going anywhere!" "You see who took my car?" "This is it, Michael." "Anything unusual?" "There's a shack hidden within those trees." "All right, check out the terrain, top and bottom." "Michael, a short distance up ahead, there's something buried beneath the ground." "What are those?" "They're wooden boxes, measuring seven by four by two." "All right, scan what's inside of them." "Oh, no." "Human remains." "Some of the bodies have been here for many years." "Jamie?" "No, Michael." "According to my geological analyzer... the earth around here hasn't been disturbed for at least six months." "The nineteenth hole." "KITT, this is the place they bury people when they get in their way." "No wonder they're so determined to keep this land undeveloped." "All right, put yourself on silent mode." "Let's check out that shack." "All right, scan the inside." "Michael, there's only one person." "A man." "Could be Joey." "And according to his vital signs... he's very nervous about something." "After losing Mr. C's money, I'd say that something is his life." "Can you imitate Mr. C's voice?" "Once it's on my anharmonic synthesizer, no problem." "All right, let's get him out here, the easy way." "Meet me in front of the shack." "Hey, Joey, it's Mr. C." "Come out, Joey." "I wanna talk to you." "Joey, don't make me send the boys to get you." "Don't make me mad." "Hey, Joey." "Come out, Joey." "What do you want?" "Where's Jamie?" "Get off my back." "And I want my money." "The only thing you're gonna get is about 15 years." "For what?" "Giving an old friend a little present?" "Joey, Joey, Joey." "I found the list of names in your attache case... and what about the bodies buried over there in the nineteenth hole?" "But, you see, I'm a real nice guy, so you know what I'm gonna do for you?" "What?" "I'm gonna deliver you to your real good friend..." "Mr. C, and let him deal with you." "No, wait a minute." "Hold it." "Hold." "Wait." "All right, Nick and I left the hotel with Jamie... and when we got here, Mr. C called... and he told Nick that he figured a way to kill two birds with one stone." "Now, Nick took her somewhere, and I was told to stay here and wait." "Where did they take her?" "Someplace called Roads End." "It's part of the race course." "Look, you gotta get me some protection." "Maybe I could be one of those government witnesses." "You wanna be a government witness?" "Yeah." "KITT, he wants to be a government witness." "Let's put him some place real safe." "Pop the trunk." "Coming right up." "In the trunk?" "In the trunk." "Michael, the racers should be coming up... to Roads End any minute now." "All right." "How far to Roads End?" "1.3 miles." "All right, now give me a graphic of the race course, and pinpoint the lead cars." "Thank you very much." "Let's just make sure we reach Roads End before the lead cars do." "Michael, we're approaching Roads End." "KITT, what's that dead ahead?" "Give me a visual." "That's Rooster's car!" "Michael, the area directly in front of the car is wired to explode." "The first car passing will trigger the detonating device... and disintegrate any vehicle within a 50-yard radius." "KITT, is someone inside that car?" "Jamie." "I'm activating your microwave jammer." "See if you can start the Red Rooster." "Michael, in exactly 10.3 seconds, the lead cars will be incinerated." "Not if we can help it." "KITT, we gotta smother that bomb." "I don't know if I can withstand a bomb of that magnitude." "We got no choice." "We've got 10 seconds and counting." "Nine, eight, seven..." "Five, four, three... two, one." "Well, you wanted the mother lode." "You got it." "That was some explosion." "Not the explosion, your dream, remember?" "Your big story?" "Oh, right." "It'll do." ""It'll do"..." "Hamburgers, French fries, and malts, just like the good old days." "Talking of the good old days, Michael... did you know that I did some driving myself?" "Really?" "Yes, really." "Formula cars, mostly." "The Strasbourg Grand Prix, Monte Carlo... the Tour de Versailles to name but a few." "Very impressive." "Devon, someday, you have to show us your trophies." "Trophies?" "Well, Bonnie, I never actually took home any trophies." "No trophies, but I always finished." "Always finished... and I have wonderful memories." "Well, maybe next year you can enter the second annual Marberry Grand Prix." "Yes." "Yes." "Yeah." "Yes, well, maybe." "Oh, no, not again." "They stole the Red Rooster." "No trophy, no money, and, worst of all, no satisfaction." "What kind of satisfaction are you looking for?" "You!" "You and that black bucket that you call a car!" "Well, since you put it that way, it seems it's the least I can do." "Will you all excuse from the table, please?" "You're excused." "You're on, hot dog." "All right, dude." "I'll be right back." "This I can't wait to see." "Really, Michael, this is highly unorthodox." "Just protecting your honor, buddy." "Well, he is a rude, crude dude." "You call it." "Now!"