04x17 - Knight of a Thousand Devils

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Can you think of a better way to get across the border than an off

-road race?

I just spotted Knight.

He's in the race.

Go get him.

We're boxed in.

I noticed that! There's gotta be some place to start looking for this guy.

Business associates, friends, girlfriends.

And all three describe a certain Mrs.

Claudia Torrell.

I might be able to deliver that message.

Tonight, 10:00.

Pull your car through the back warehouse doors.

Hurry, Michael, before the building explodes.

Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist.

Michael Knight, a young Ioner on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent the helpless, the powerless in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

Getting close, Lew.

It's about time to move in.

My men will be in position in 15 or 20 seconds.

Good, 'cause I'm starving.

Remember, if we nail Becker this time, dinner's on you.

Right.

But that's ''me,'' not ''we,'' who's nailing him.

You're here to monitor that homing pulse.

Nothing else.

This is

- A federal operation.

Whatever happens, I stay out of it.

I know, I know.

That's what you said the last time.

Fifteen seconds are up.

Good luck, pal.

Our friend Becker behaving himself?

Yes, Michael.

The pulsating dot indicates Becker hasn't yet discovered the watchband transmitter planted on him.

Good.

Thank you, Schneider.

As you've probably guessed, I'm going somewhere.

And because I can't simply fire old partners you, too, are taking a trip.

Send that out to be stuffed or something, will you, Marcus?

These Feds are getting smarter these days.

Take care of them.

Go, KITT! Go! Lew?

Lew?

Scan his vitals.

I'm afraid he's gone, Michael.

But the other two are alive.

I'll call for assistance.

Stay with him.

KITT, are you monitoring Becker?

His wristwatch indicates he's right there with you, Michael.

His watch is here but he's not.

We lost him.

Ronald Becker's got to be the most financially successful mobster in US history.

Stock frauds.

International computer swindles.

m*rder.

Lew Jonas was the best.

It's hard to believe he's gone.

Devon, I'm going to nail this Becker if it's the last thing I do.

Washington estimates that Becker amassed a billion

-dollar fortune.

Did I hear ''billion''?

That's with a ''B,'' as in

- Yes.

This man has swindled the life savings of a great many people, Reginald.

And The Foundation has decided to take action on behalf of the thousands of hardworking citizens

- Who'll have no chance at all of getting their money back if Becker makes it to South America.

Naturally, even the smallest airport is covered.

Every train and bus depot

- Bus depot?

I mean, the man's loaded.

He's gonna take the bus?

There's gotta be someplace to start looking for this guy.

Business associates, friends, girlfriends And all three describe a certain Mrs.

Claudia Torrell.

Sportswoman, on the best

-dressed list designs and builds exotic vehicles, and races them.

Excuse me.

May I help you?

You can if you'll get a message to Ronald Becker for me.

I'm sorry, I have no idea where Ronnie Becker might've gone.

I can pay a lot of money, Ms.

Torrell.

Not to see him, not even to talk to him myself.

I trust you'll do that for me.

Well, it's nice to be trusted.

You see, I used to work at a bank that Ronald Becker cashed in on.

I made my own little bundle while he was making his.

Oh, and now, you just want me to thank him for you.

He's going to be setting up shop again.

I'm going to be working with him.

You tell him that for me.

Why don't you just go into business for yourself?

I already have.

Any new computer system he sets up, I can raid at will.

Tell him that.

Either he takes me in or I take him off.

Anywhere he goes.

Excuse me.

What's the matter, Marcus?

That's the guy that was at the house yesterday, with the Feds.

I might be able to deliver that message but some things I have to know first.

Whatever it takes.

Well, not now.

Tonight, 10:00.

Pull your car through the back warehouse doors.

I'll be there.

You're looking just wonderful, Becker.

You said $1 million cash.

It's in the car.

You know, we've been adversaries for a long time, Becker.

I think we should adjust to being associates, all right?

I'll tell you what I'd like to adjust, DeLorca.

I'm paying you $1 million cash for a lousy one

-way ticket.

I'd like to adjust the price.

It's a bargain, considering it's the only ticket available.

Do you know every agent in this country is looking for you?

The only way you'll get out of the country is the way I have arranged, and you know it.

Okay.

What about the citizenship papers, the passports, the official documents?

You've taken care of all of it?

Please, it's awaiting your arrival.

Have you brought the documents transferring your assets?

I have brought them.

Good.

I haven't signed them.

Remember the million buys your freedom.

The billions you'll be investing with me insures it.

That, and the very special skills of Miss Torrell.

Where is she?

I had expected that she might be with you.

The lovely Miss Torrell is skillfully about to eliminate a potential problem.

Oh.

Of course.

All right, scan the area, KITT.

I want to make sure Miss Torrell hasn't brought along any backup.

As a matter of fact, no one is here.

All right, let's check out the place while we're waiting for her.

This has got to be the place where they manufacture their cars, KITT.

KITT, photograph these drawings.

Hurry, Michael, before the building explodes.

Okay, pal.

Give me everything you've got.

Looks like a carefully constructed train wreck.

Come on, Boss, stop putting down my wheels.

He meant the drawings, RC.

I got them before the place blew up tonight.

Devon, that's a sketch of an off

-road racer.

Setup's perfect for a Baja race.

What kind of a race?

The Baja 500, Baja 1,000.

They're races along the open country on Mexico's Baja Peninsula.

I see.

Not at this time of year.

Wait a minute.

That warehouse was full of buggies this afternoon but tonight, it was empty.

Bonnie, run a search on any other race that uses Baja

-type equipment.

Something tells me we'll be setting KITT up for a little off

-road action.

No, I can't find any races that are sanctioned, but isn't the Los Mil Diablos sometimes run this time of year?

Yeah, that's the thousand

-miler that starts in the United States and ends up in Mexico.

Right, it was outlawed by both countries.

But these guys are fanatics.

They run it anyway, if they can find a sponsor.

I don't think they'll have any trouble finding a sponsor this year.

Becker.

Can you think of a better way to get across the border than an off

-road race designed to hide the participants?

Where is the starting line of Mil Diablos this year?

It's always a well

-kept secret.

It could be any one of a half a dozen towns along Route 107.

It could take days to check it out all by yourself, Michael.

I don't care how long it takes.

We owe it to Jonas' wife and kids.

I'll start at one end, and you start at the other.

Ronnie, I was so worried about you.

That troublemaker taken care of?

Up in smoke.

Good.

Claudia, come on.

Honey, you look beautiful.

There's nothing to worry about.

DeLorca's gonna be waiting across the border.

Everything is covered.

Angel, you don't like DeLorca's country I'll buy it for you.

You can remodel.

One town down, four to go.

KITT, if we don't hit soon, we're gonna find ourselves racing Becker to catch him.

If you don't mind, I'd prefer capturing Mr.

Becker before the starter drops his flag.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

I mean, we are up against some pretty stiff competition.

Now just one moment, Michael.

I believe we've found the starting point.

Yeah, it's gonna be tough to try and find Becker in this crowd.

All right, let's try in the cafe.

Even Becker's got to eat.

Excuse me, maybe you could help me.

I'm trying to find someone.

Radios are set to the special frequency, Mr.

Becker.

You'll be able to talk to all our cars.

Good.

You know, I'm not in love with bouncing all over this desert.

Ronnie, it's going to be okay.

You're just hungry.

You know how jumpy you get when you don't eat.

Yeah.

You know, we've been together too long, Claudia.

You know me better than I do.

Marcus, go get us something to eat.

Excuse me.

Hey! How about that?

Gee, thanks, guys! Hey, I got $20 here that says you can't make that same sh*t again.

No, my mother told me never to take money from strangers.

Mine didn't.

I'll do it.

Hey! Wait a minute, what about me?

Don't argue, girls.

I'm sure the gentlemen will make sure you all get your turn.

Hi! Name's Michael Knight.

Ana Lucia Cortez.

What'll it be?

Ana Lucia, you know, there seems to be quite a few people here for a race that's supposed to be held in secret.

Just our usual Wednesday night crowd.

What do you do?

You're no driver, I know all the drivers.

You know all the drivers?

You know this one?

Nope.

Wait a minute, wait a minute I noticed a little sparkle of light in those baby blue eyes of yours.

First of all, they're brown, and I don't know that guy.

And, I clock out in five minutes.

Are you gonna eat or what?

How's the seafood?

Awful.

What about the porterhouse?

Do you like chewing on your shoes?

Have a burger, it's our specialty.

I think I'll have the burger.

Good idea.

I'll put one in the microwave.

You take a seat over there.

In the microwave?

KITT, have Bonnie run a check on an Ana Lucia Cortez.

She recognized Becker's photograph but, for some reason, wouldn't let on.

She's my only lead.

Tell Bonnie I'm gonna stick with her.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

Wait, wait, wait! Ana Lucia! What is this thing?

It looks like a shriveled

-up old fig.

Listen, the seafood here is wonderful.

The steaks are great.

Come back tomorrow and I'll make it up to you.

You can make it up to me right now.

Tell me the truth.

You sure you haven't seen this guy?

All right.

Do you know who's sponsoring the race?

Anybody who's putting up the money?

You're Highway Patrol.

You're going to try to stop the race.

That's why you're asking me all these questions.

I'm not the Highway Patrol.

I'm racing tomorrow.

Sure.

Listen, I have a car entered and I have to adjust my suspension before starting time.

You want to be on that starting line tomorrow you better let me help you with your suspension.

Well, I could use some help.

I'm here.

Let's go.

Okay.

Okay.

Good morning.

You know, I can't believe that we haven't run into each other before this.

Where else have you competed?

You know, I was about to ask you the same thing.

How'd you get into off

-road racing, anyway?

You're not Highway Patrol, and mechanics' hands have calluses.

So, what are you?

You're pretty sharp for a waitress with a lead foot.

You sure you're really into racing?

Are you

- You know, I was just

- Let's stop playing these games, huh?

I mean, we could quiz each other into the ground here.

You're a nice person, Michael Knight.

So are you, Ana Lucia.

So are you.

I kept you up all night.

That's all right.

After the race is over, I'm gonna come back and demand equal time.

You won't have to demand.

Good luck.

KITT, did Bonnie come up with anything on Ana Lucia yet?

No, Michael.

She's still working on it.

All right.

KITT, I got a problem.

Get over here real fast.

I have one too, Michael! I've been boxed in.

I'll be free any second.

Michael, keep talking.

I have to get a fix on your position.

Michael, where are you?

Talk to me.

Michael! Michael, where are you?

That ought to take care of him.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Claudia, Marcus and Allen will drop back when we do.

No one will ever see us cross the border.

Yo! Can you tell me, have you seen a guy in a black T

-top?

No.

No, I haven't.

Excuse me, have you seen a guy in a black T

-top?

No?

Hi, guys! I don't believe that.

My father said a beautiful girl would be the death of me.

But I never knew he meant this.

Claudia, do you have to drive so fast?

Allen! Drop back! KITT?

KITT, tune in, buddy, I need you.

Michael, where are you?

I don't know.

But I hope I didn't sign a lease.

Keep talking, Michael, I'm homing on the signal from your comlink.

Pal, I'm in deep trouble.

And that's not just a figure of speech.

Michael, are you all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

I wouldn't rule out brain damage, though.

Look, I'm going to need the grappling hook down here.

On its way.

KITT, what about the race?

I'm afraid it started several minutes ago.

Then hit the up button.

What've you been doing down there?

Trying to climb out.

The race has started already.

I know that.

We've got some catching up to do.

You stay as close as you can.

Hey, take it easy, will you?

We're supposed to run at the rear of the pack.

Sorry.

Not easy to do when you're used to winning.

I don't care.

We can't take a chance that someone's gonna see us turn off this course.

Marcus, Allen, slow down! Becker, it's Marcus.

I'm bogged down.

Get yourself out and catch up.

Okay, KITT, now's the time to test Bonnie's new suspension system.

Whoa! What's this, KITT?

It appears to be three females, Michael.

KITT, I can see that.

Our air conditioning stopped working.

You've got to help us fix it.

We're hot.

Well, I can't stop now, but I can send some help.

As long as he's cute as you.

Yeah.

Well, thank you.

I shouldn't have trouble finding a cr*ck team of AIC engineers to help you girls out.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

I'll take care of it.

Michael.

I must say, I'm quite impressed with your devotion to duty.

Yeah, what a guy, huh?

Hmm.

What a guy.

Bye! DeLorca! DeLorca, can you hear me?

DeLorca.

DeLorca, can you hear me?

I can hear you very well, Becker.

You sound a bit dusty.

I take it that you're off and running.

On my way! Just be there for me.

I'm here, Becker.

Are you alone?

Having a wonderful time! Wish you were here! Just hold the wheel, will you?

Can't stop now, girls.

How about a rain check?

Michael, Bonnie's new suspension system is really handling this terrain.

It sure is, buddy.

Way to go, Ana Lucia! Mr.

Becker, you're not going to believe this.

I just spotted Knight.

He's in the race.

I don't know how he can handle this terrain in his black T

-top.

Marcus, go get him.

I don't care how you do it this time, but you go get him! You go on back.

Go on back and help Marcus! Michael, there's a racer coming up on your right side.

I got him, pal.

We're boxed in.

I noticed that! KITT, that's Ana Lucia.

Let's get her.

I got you.

I got you.

Give me a complete medical scan, KITT.

Notify the aid station.

Her vital signs are stable.

She has a mild concussion, some bruises, no broken bones.

And inflamed tonsils.

Okay.

How is she, Michael?

She'll be all right.

I'm gonna stay here till the guys from the aid station come.

You get back in the race.

Keep tabs on Becker and his bodyguard.

You got it.

How do I let you know where I am when I get there?

Take this.

Now, use it, and keep in touch.

You'll be all right.

Nothing yet?

I've tried cross

-referencing every combination I can think of.

Ana Lucia Cortez doesn't seem to exist.

All the more reason to keep on trying.

Michael's suspicions were obviously correct.

This woman has something to hide.

Okay this is perfect.

We're gonna cross the border here.

Then, we're gonna get on this highway right here.

Forget about the guys from the aid station.

I'm going back to the race.

Without a car?

We'll use your car.

Not a chance.

You need hospital observation, young lady.

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

There's more at stake here than just finishing a race.

There's more than a race to be finished.

Either I go in your car with you or I'll go in your car alone.

I'm sorry for the deception, Michael.

My real name is Ramirez.

Lieutenant Estrallita Ramirez with the Mexican Federal Police.

No wonder Bonnie couldn't come up with anything on ''Ana Lucia Cortez.

'' I've been after a certain Roderigo DeLorca.

We knew he put up the money to sponsor Los Mil Diablos.

But we didn't know why until you showed up asking about Becker.

We're on the same side! And I won't have to take the g*n away from you.

Put it away.

If I lose Becker because of this delay, I'm going to be real mad.

He k*lled a very good friend of mine.

Find the race, you find Becker.

You got it.

Jump in.

KITT, plot us a straight

-line course to get back in the race.

Right away, Michael.

We certainly have a lot of distance to cover to catch the back of the pack, Michael.

Don't worry, pal, we can do it.

DeLorca, this is Becker.

DeLorca here.

We just crossed

- Speak louder please, Becker, I can't hear you.

We just crossed the border! Good.

Congratulations to you both.

I want to move out as soon as we get there! No problem.

Everything is waiting for you and Ms.

Torrell.

Salud.

Michael.

Michael! It's RC.

Do you read me?

Loud and clear, RC.

Talk to me.

I got a fix on the bodyguard's car for you.

Way to go.

Means Becker's got to be close by.

Give me his position.

I can't.

He left the course and crossed the river onto a highway.

But I can't tell which way he went.

All right, KITT, it's up to you to find him.

My scanner confirms one off

-road vehicle on the highway traveling south at very high speed.

Let's get to that highway.

Becker's headed South, RC.

Okay, pal.

Give me all you've got.

Some set of wheels.

Thank you.

You're not so bad yourself.

Everything you'll need has been arranged.

Now, then, to the matter of these as

-yet

-unsigned documents of yours.

Michael, my scanners indicate that the same fellow who keeps trying to k*ll you and destroy me is back again.

Some guys just don't know when to quit.

I got him, Michael.

Should be clear sailing the rest of the way.

Thanks, RC! Yeah! That looks like DeLorca's place up there.

All right, KITT, let's see if we can find a side road.

Our deal was that I don't sign over my assets till I'm safely in your country, and not before.

Look, my dear Becker.

I am obviously changing the deal! Now, you sign, or I go alone! Why not compromise?

What?

He can sign half of it over now and the other half when we get there.

Agreed.

Silent mode, KITT.

All right, pal, I don't have my comlink.

Keep your scanners peeled for anything coming your way.

There.

Here.

DeLorca, wait.

There's more of them.

Give me a chance.

Let's make a deal, huh?

Roderigo, darling, you were right again.

He never would have signed over all of it.

Without you, dearest Claudia, I never would have been able to pull it off.

Frankly, I don't know how in the world to thank you properly.

Roderigo! But I've given up my whole world for you! No.

You gave it up for a share of this.

Goodbye, pretty lady.

DeLorca! I hope you're out there, pal.

Becker's all mine, for what he's worth now.

He's all yours.

Man, one thing about the desert, the memories linger on.

This baby taught the Baja a lesson.

Not to mention bringing half of it back with you.

Look at this.

Now, there you guys go, putting down my wheels again.

Don't look at me, RC.

My vocal board is sealed.

Look, just because this thing's been on the road longer than Willie Nelson and looks it

- Hey now, now hold on! This is the second time that this thing has matched KITT mile for mile through 100

-degree temperatures deserts, rocks, rivers This is a solid machine.

I agree, Michael.

RC3's motorbike can wear that dust with pride.

Thank you.

Now, if this bike could talk, it would say ''Thank you, KITT, my man ''and give me five.

'' Oh, man! Don't lose heart, RC.

I'm sure with a few minor adjustments you'll be back on the road again.

He's right.

A little bit on this road, and a little bit on that road and maybe this little bit on a road far away.