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I spooked him.

Towers had just left a party where the guest of honor was a Voodoo princess.

Voodoo? Wait a minute.

One guy picked me up and slam-dunked me against the wall.

Michael, I finally have some results on those ear clips.

They could create electrochemical responses in the brain.

Where to, Michael?

121 Wall Street.

You've become one of them! That building is scheduled for demolition.

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.

What's the matter, Michael?

What makes you think something's the matter?

When music like this is on the radio...

my steering wheel usually takes a beating.

I don't know, KITT, I'm just trying to decide...

whether I should go back to Lorenzo's Boutique for Men...

and pick up that jacket I saw.

Do you need it?

Well, it's not that I need it. I mean, nobody needs a black eelskin bomber jacket.

That's not the point.

What is the point?

I want it. It matches my boots.

Your boots are a long way from your jacket.

Do you think anyone will notice that they match?

You'll never understand.

Nobody move!

Mr. Towers. I didn't know it was you.

Mr. Towers, are you all right? What are you doing, sir?

That's the safe.

I can't let you open that, sir. You know the rules, you made 'em.

Sir, it's Friday night, the silent alarm.

Michael, my surveillance scanners are picking up a silent alarm.

Where? Towers Gemstones, Inc.

It's right around the corner. Nineteenth floor.

All right, let's get there.

All right, the police ought to be here any minute. I'm going up.

Good evening, gentlemen.

The police are right outside, so why don't we just...

sit down and relax, have a nice cup of coffee, talk about world affairs...

have a burger and a "shake..."

Oh, no.

KITT, two of 'em are coming your way.

One of 'em's still here.

Don't even think it, pal. There's no way out of there.

Hey, do you hear what I'm saying?

Whatever it is, it can't be all that bad.

You hear me?

I don't have a gun. So why don't we just sit down and talk?

Please, don't!

Don't!

Clear the way.

His name was Jeremy Towers, pal.

With a home address on Park.

See what you got on him, will you?

I have a Jeremy Towers at that address whose business is wholesale jewelry.

He owns, correction, owned the building we just left.

Go on.

Towers left a considerable estate...

over half of which comprises priceless artifacts...

from archaeological expeditions abroad.

The most recent of these was on a search for...

the crown of the fabled Mayan king, Tequatl.

Sounds like he had quite a zest for adventure.

Why would he jump like that?

Michael, your tone suggests that you feel responsible.

Maybe I was, KITT. Maybe I was.

Now, I told you, no more questions.

Most of you know me as a collector of "special" people...

around whom I build these intimate evenings.

Fortune-tellers of every stripe.

Psychometrists...

levitationists...

telekinetists...

clairvoyants...

But never, never...

in my journey through the borderline sciences...

have I ever met someone like you're gonna meet tonight.

Have I piqued your curiosity?

Well, in that case...

I'll have a white wine, please.

Mr. Watkins, I'm Elizabeth Wesley.

It wasn't easy to find you, so please don't send me away.

I know what they're saying about my father isn't true...

but I had to find someone who was on the expedition with him to prove it.

Towers, yourself, or whoever the fourth man was.

Miss Wesley, I informed you by letter and told you countless times...

I have nothing more to say.

Mr. Watkins?

My father wouldn't commit suicide.

You had to have found Tequatl's crown. Where is it?

Look, I didn't come all the way from St. Louis...

to be protected from the truth!

Tell me what happened. Please!

Keep her out of the building.

I promise you, you won't be disappointed.

Well, Claude, you came after all.

Business is business.

I assure you, dear boy, if it weren't for our mutual affection for money...

you'd be doomed to die of boredom.

Now that we're all "here..."

Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great, great pleasure...

to present our very special guest of honor, from the island of Haiti.

Harana, Princess of Voodoo.

She is gorgeous!

Harana has very graciously consented to provide...

those of you who may wish it...

a little spiritual guidance.

A peek into your very own futures.

Enjoy.

Well?

What do you think?

You've outdone yourself. She's ridiculous. Sexy, but ridiculous.

Sex is never ridiculous, dear boy.

Exactly. I want to meet her before I leave.

And where the hell is Towers? Let's get this meeting over with.

He was here a few minutes ago, I don't know where he went.

Why don't you try the p�t�? You know, it cost me a fortune.

You better keep an eye on him the rest of the evening.

Excuse me, I'll talk to you after this.

Gentlemen, you have a small gift for me? Yes.

Thank you. I'll open it later.

Nice party.

Gotta try the chopped liver, it's nothing but great. Yeah.

I know many things about you, Mr. Watkins.

For example...

you have a lifelong quest that's gone unfulfilled.

That's usually my line, honey.

Look, I don't believe in Voodoo, okay?

I also know that the archeological treasures of Atlantis...

are the object of that search.

Right. I'm an archaeologist. Very good.

Now, what else did Donald tell you about me?

I have two ex-wives, I bet the horses...

I'm a connoisseur of beautiful women.

You qualify for that.

What's your time like?

What's your time like, Mr. Watkins?

You name it.

Tomorrow night? Here?

I think you'll find it very exciting.

It wouldn't surprise me.

"Jewelry tycoon Jeremy Towers, 52...

"plunged 19 stories to his death last night, an apparent suicide.

"Family and friends could provide no clue as to why...

"Towers would take his own life."

I know why he took his own life. I spooked him.

Hey, come on, Michael. He was already spooked.

I mean, there's got to be something weird behind it.

It says here that Towers had just left a party...

where the guest of honor was a Voodoo princess.

I had a great-aunt who dabbled in stuff like that.

She was no princess, but she was definitely a trip.

Voodoo? Wait a minute.

Devon, those two guys with Jeremy Towers sure looked like...

they were stoned on something.

Really, Michael...

No, no, I'm serious. One guy picked me up and slam-dunked me against the wall.

He had the strength of three men.

Where was that party? At Donald Crane's.

According to this, there's another one tonight.

And Crane is listed on the board of the City Museum.

His wealth was in pre-Columbian art.

And he is a member of the Parapsychology Society.

Whoa, KITT, how's that in English?

Parapsychology is the study of phenomena not explainable by known natural laws, RC.

Voodoo.

If you don't mind, I gotta clear this thing up in my head.

Well, I suppose we could stretch a point and make it Foundation business.

Terrific.

However, I don't relish having to justify it to the board.

Maybe you could stretch a point and get me an invitation to Crane's party tonight?

Well, that's rather a tall order at such short notice, Michael.

However, I think I may come up with an idea or two.

Thank you.

I got your hysterical message.

Would you excuse us please, Miss Lorimar?

You're inexhaustible, Claude. I hope she can at least type.

Towers is dead. Now, what the hell are we gonna do now?

Well, unless you can raise the poor fellow from the dead, dear boy, absolutely nothing.

Well, what about his key? What about his key?

The vault requires three, remember? Yours, mine and Towers.

If any one of them is missing, the others are useless.

It's merely a postponement. Merely a postponement?

That's a $10 million crown you're talking about!

Towers left a will in which the purpose of the key will almost certainly be mentioned.

We'll just have ourselves a new partner, that's all.

Well, you'd better be right. For both our sakes.

We took part in a murder to get a piece of that crown.

And you'll have your piece.

Mr. Watkins, office, please.

How do I look, pal?

No comment.

No comment? Thanks a lot. Stay close.

Excuse me? Hi. Hi.

You're going to Donald Crane's party, aren't you?

I noticed you don't have a "date..."

I'd always wanted to meet Harana. Would you mind?

No problem.

The name is Michael Knight. Elizabeth Wesley.

Okay.

Shall we? We shall.

Thank you.

Joe, I never talk business at parties. You know that.

And I try never to party when I'm doing business.

So, if you have any armored trucks you wanna sell me...

you just phone me about 'em in the morning.

Excuse me? Yes, sir.

This is a private party. Perhaps you got off...

the elevator at the wrong floor?

No, sir, we are sitting in for one of your guests, Geoffrey Twillinger.

He's at home with the flu and he sends his regrets.

Oh, poor Geoff.

And who might you be "Mr..."

My name is Michael Knight. I'm a freelance writer for "Psychic Review."

I'm working on a series of articles with an emphasis on...

para-ecclesiastical ascension to a higher plane.

How fascinating. I'm Donald Crane. And this is?

This is Elizabeth, my research assistant.

Pleased to meet you, my dear. Well, just make yourselves at home.

That girl. That's Wesley's daughter. Wesley's daughter?

She's been hounding me for weeks. What the hell is she doing here?

I haven't the foggiest idea.

Who's the big guy with her? Obviously some phony.

Get them the hell out of here!

Patience, patience.

I promise I'll answer all your questions after dinner.

Shall we meet our guest of honor?

Good evening, Harana. Been looking forward to meeting you.

This is Elizabeth, and my name is Michael Knight.

It's a pleasure.

What extraordinary psychic energy.

You would make a very good subject for my special brand of magic.

Well, I'd love to try that sometime.

But right now I'm more concerned about a friend of mine.

I think you know him. His name is Jeremy Towers.

He was here last...

Well. Haven't I met you gentlemen someplace before?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid you're both uninvited guests.

And I strongly suggest that you leave here, now.

Boys, would you show them the door?

I'll be happy to leave, but not until I ask you gentlemen a couple of questions.

Shall we?

Elizabeth?

You know, it's true what they say about your parties. They're a real bash.

KITT, a young woman left just before I did. Did you see her?

"No, Michael, I didn't. But I thought I detected a lack of hospitality in there.

That's putting it mildly. But it has rewards.

Let's see what Devon can come up with on this.

I don't believe this mess.

Who was he?

Well, he said his name was Michael Knight.

He kept asking Harana about Towers.

Look, why don't you two just whisk off to someplace cozy and comfortable...

while I man the barricades, huh?

Harana, show Claude the Room of Dreams.

Sounds promising.

Devon, both guys were wearing them. Same as last night.

Only this time they didn't act like sleepwalkers.

And believe me, they didn't pack the same punch.

Well, they appear to be receivers of some kind. See for yourself.

Given a certain frequency...

they could create electrochemical responses in the brain.

You know, some people wear these for seasickness.

My uncle used one to quit smoking.

I have a suspicion, RC, that these stimulate overproduction...

of the brain's neurotransmitters.

Like endorphin. It kills pain.

They could also produce a surge of adrenalin and any number of other responses.

That might explain the way that guy threw you across the room last night.

Devon, if these clips work the way you describe...

wouldn't it take an outside source to activate them?

Yes, indeed.

So what if we take what you've got...

and feed it into KITT's CPU?

It could monitor the source.

It would take some time.

How about 10 minutes? I've got to get back to the party.

Anything else?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I ran into a girl at the party but by the time the smoke had cleared, she was gone.

Story of his life.

Very funny. Her name was Elizabeth Wesley.

See what you can find on her.

I see an image.

Yes, it's getting clearer.

You're going on an expedition.

That's past history. What about the present? What about you and me?

No. What I see is yet to come.

I see you in a world of untold treasures.

I see you in a world no one has touched for centuries.

A lost city.

Do you have a map?

I don't need one.

I can see it very clearly.

And so will you.

With this.

You put this on your left ear...

and you will see what I see.

Anything you say.

Like this?

Now what? Now...

I press this.

Okay, back to the party.

Michael, what makes you think you'll be any more welcome now than before?

I'll worry about that when I get there.

KITT, Devon established the frequency and sync rate of the clip.

Let me know if there's anything like it activated...

within a two-mile radius of us.

Right away, Michael.

Michael, three of the clips have been activated and are within the two-mile radius.

Locate them on your grid.

They're all three in one vehicle.

My monitors detect a four-cylinder foreign vehicle following them.

Forget about the party. We got one of our own. Let's get on their tail.

I know, I know, you break it, you bought it.

Mr. Watkins, you're gonna have to stop running away from me.

I just can't...

That's an odd place to rendezvous after a party.

My scanners show four people in the building, three of them wearing the receivers.

The fourth is the girl who entered the party with you.

Elizabeth? Are you sure?

Unless she has a twin with identical DNA structure.

And Michael, her heart rate is above normal. She's frightened.

Elizabeth!

You all right? Yeah.

Michael.

Uh-oh.

All pumped up again.

Not again!

Michael?

Michael?

Michael!

KITT, I need you, pal!

On my way.

All right, come on. Watch your head.

They're escaping, Michael.

Keep 'em on your scanners, pal.

This is your pal? Yeah, jump in.

Michael! That's Mr. Watkins! The man I need to talk to!

That makes two of us.

Mr. Watkins?

No. No!

Poor Mr. Watkins.

It was all my fault. I kept after him and after "him..."

Well, I had to know what happened to my dad.

You're making the same mistake I did. You're blaming yourself.

He wasn't in any more control than the other two guys.

Come on.

Tell me how you got involved in this in the first place.

They were on an expedition together.

My father, Watkins, and two other men.

One of those men being Jeremy Towers. Yes.

And a fourth.

Nobody has been able or willing to tell me who that was.

Towers said that my father committed suicide.

He drowned in the rapids deep in the jungle. His body was never recovered.

My dad wasn't like that, Michael.

He had too much to live for.

So you're saying you think your father was murdered?

Yes.

Dad was certain they'd find Tequatl's crown.

The expedition was founded on his research.

It was his dream to give it to the museum...

but the others, they were against that.

They found the crown, I just know it.

And they killed your father to keep the crown for themselves.

KITT, find out if Tequatl's crown turned up recently...

in any private collection or museum.

Right away, Michael.

I find the last major acquisition of that kind...

recorded in June of last year, Michael.

The crown of Santa Isabella was donated to the Chicago Museum...

by a Mrs. Darla Blackman.

If your theory is correct...

the fourth man's got the crown all to himself.

I'm going to find him.

When I do, I'll find the crown, too, fulfill Dad's dream.

Her real name is Bonita Vance.

She's a first-rate inventive mind which has turned to crime.

Mostly confidence schemes.

Last year she was arrested in Miami for impersonating a North African empress.

Man, that lady does not shoot low.

Devon, did you get any results on the ear clip? I'm afraid not.

It's in the analyzer. I'll let you know as soon as I get any results.

Look, I gotta see this thing through. And not just for myself.

Thank you.

I understand.

Professor Wesley intended Tequatl's crown to go to the city museum.

I think that makes it Foundation business.

Thank you, Devon.

Now, it's time I had a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Crane.

Here, don't leave your "coffee..."

Well...

it was just confirmed on the radio.

Claude Watkins shot himself last night.

Well, now it's time to settle our account.

It's been such a fruitful collaboration, Harana.

Especially since I've always detested the act of murder. Still do.

You know, induced suicide is so much more civilized.

A million dollars was our arrangement, I believe.

Which is just too steep a price.

So if you hand over those keys, I'll be glad to show you to the door.

And take those Neanderthal bullies with you, huh?

No tricks. I'd hate you to have to explain to the police about Towers and Watkins.

He's not aware of his destiny, huh, gentlemen?

Don't try my patience, Harana!

Hey!

Michael, I finally have some results on those ear clips.

Great. What do you got?

I've found they can be deactivated with a high-frequency tone.

Okay. Patch it through to KITT.

I'm still running a series of combinations through the banks.

I'll let you have it as soon as I get it. Thank you.

Take your car and go to 121 Wall Street.

Enter the basement and "there..."

I'm reading three of those activated clips within a two-mile radius, Michael.

Locate them on the grid.

KITT, that's Crane's high-rise.

Michael, it would be less than rational for you to go against...

three such anthropomorphic robots.

We got no choice. The patterns hold and they leave the building...

there could be another murder.

All right, let's move it.

KITT, that was Donald Crane.

He was under the influence, Michael.

Harana. She's the key. If we get to her, maybe we can stop all this.

You could at least have called first, Mr. Michael Knight.

Well, Harana. Just the lady I wanted to see.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but it was not my charm that brought you back.

You know that it wasn't.

It's a pity.

Harana, tell me about these ear clips.

Donald Crane just left here hell-bent for something.

Ten-to-one odds, he was wearing one of those.

Donald has an appointment with destiny.

Donald has an appointment with murder.

Now, why don't you just stop this, while there's still time?

You force me to do something I know I will regret.

Well, my favorite tag team...

Hulk Hogan and Sargent Slaughter.

How you doing, guys?

Not talking, huh?

Sorry, can't play today.

Michael, I'm reading diminished functions in your vital signs.

Michael?

Donald Crane has gone out of the two-mile radius...

but now I'm reading a third activated clip in the house.

You'd better proceed with...

It's such a shame, Michael.

We could have had such a glorious destiny together.

Michael? Michael?

You will take your car and go to 121 Wall Street.

There you will join Donald Crane in the basement...

and will wait for further orders.

Michael, I was worried sick.

Where to, Michael? 121 Wall Street.

We lost contact. Did something go wrong with the comlink?

I still read three activated clips, Michael.

Michael, didn't you hear me? What's the matter?

Why won't you answer me?

Michael! You've become one of them!

Devon, come in.

What is it, KITT?

Devon, he's under the influence of one of those devices.

Is he all right?

Well, physically, he's all there, Elizabeth.

But technically he's non compus mentis.

Hey, stop with the technical. What's wrong with him?

KITT means that Michael doesn't have all his mental faculties.

Where are you headed, KITT? 121 Wall Street.

I took the liberty of checking the location.

That building is scheduled for demolition.

Holy... Where are you going, RC?

I'm sorry, boss, but I can't just stand around and listen...

when Michael's in that kind of trouble.

What in heaven's name does he think he's going to do?

I don't know. But I sure feel a lot better knowing he's trying.

KITT, I've got a frequency for you. I was testing it now...

but I guess we don't have time for the results. Hold on.

Set your electronic field disrupter...

to a frequency of 64 megahertz.

Done.

Two nanosecond blasts followed by one long one...

precisely 2.978 seconds.

How'd we get here? A new kind of autopilot.

Michael, check your right ear.

Harana must have been busy, huh?

All right, pal. Let's see what she had in mind for us.

All right, scan the building.

There's one person inside.

Donald Crane, no doubt.

And a massive deployment of explosives.

Michael, this building isn't scheduled for demolition today.

But the system has just been primed.

Locate the detonator and neutralize it.

I can't. It's at a remote location.

The countdown is already started and is irreversible from here.

KITT, if Crane dies...

So does Elizabeth's dream of vindicating her father.

We're going in? You got it.

I was afraid of that.

40 seconds and counting, Michael.

Come on. We got to get you out of here.

Come on!

30 seconds, Michael.

What are you doing here? Helping you.

You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

Get him in the car. This place is going to blow.

Can you bring Crane out of that?

Yes, Michael, but we only have 10 seconds.

All right, we're out of here.

Ten seconds! My bike! Wait a minute!

Nice, KITT. Very, very nice.

No applause. Just a wash and wax, please.

You got it!

Yeah, and a new bike.

Yeah, sorry about that.

All right, let's bring Crane back from Oz.

To quote Blanche DuBois, "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers."

You're welcome. Just tell me where the crown is.

I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

Can it, Crane. Harana just tried to kill you.

You want her to have the crown?

The private vault company's on South Ridge Drive.

We get to the airport...

There they are!

Stop 'em.

All right, let's try that decoder again.

Consider yourself in protective custody.

Lock him in, KITT.

Way to go, RC.

KITT, try a little Voodoo on her car, will you, pal?

Very nice. Very nice.

I'll take that. If you don't mind.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Whoa!

Man, I see what all that fuss was about.

Sorry, Harana, but a stolen crown...

never made a man a king, nor a woman a princess.

Hey, that's good, Michael. What is that, Shakespeare?

Michael Knight.

Yeah, I had to lay some bread on the demolition guys...

but at least they found it...

almost in one piece.

Well, RC, you did say the timing was going bad.

True.

Well, now you got a chance to fix it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Right. With a lot of work, she'll be as good as new in no time.

Great Scott. What is that?

Oh, it "is..." It is it, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well, cheer up.

I've just come from the museum.

They plan to feature Tequatl's crown in a special Mayan exhibit next month.

Your father would have been very pleased, my dear. Thank you so much, Devon.

And very, very proud.

How can I ever thank you, Michael?

Wait, this isn't goodbye, is it?

Well, I have booked you a plane, as you asked.

Not today.

Well, that did seem a trifle premature.

After all, the police will have questions to ask.

So, I thought, perhaps three days?

I think that shows incredible insight.

Yes, incredible.

I owe you one.

Only one?

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