Knight Rider (1982) s04e17 Episode Script
Knight of a Thousand Devils
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.
Murder.
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 shot 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 crack 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 gun away from you.
Put it away.
If I lose Becker because of this | delay, I'm going to be real mad.
He killed 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 kill 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.
| 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.
Murder.
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 shot 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 crack 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 gun away from you.
Put it away.
If I lose Becker because of this | delay, I'm going to be real mad.
He killed 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 kill 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.