Knight Rider (1982) s01e08 Episode Script

Michael, he's coming right at us.
I can see that.
| Do something.
Put him in the squad.
| You're not serious.
- Where's Devon? | - Your friend was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Oh, my God! Where are we going? To save Michael.
Don't let him cross | that county line.
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.
Pull over.
Hey, rich car.
This guy should | be good for some big bucks.
Your driver's license? What seems to be the problem, | Officer? I was going to ask you that.
You got a burr up your muffler? - I beg your pardon? | - You ran through a posted intersection without stopping.
- I don't wish to tell you your business, Officer | - Then don't.
But that sign is not | legally posted; it's hidden.
You want to write up | the vehicle, Rex? Right, Sarge.
You broke that light.
| You'll pay for it.
Me? | Never touched it.
A broken taillight, | running a stop, failure to produce license.
You're running up quite a fine.
| Which I have no intention of paying.
That stop sign is nothing | but a poorly concealed trap.
I think he's trying | to tell us that we set him up.
Crudely put, but accurate.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll see if I | can find a lawyer to deal with this matter.
That'll come later.
Let's put him | in the squad.
You're not serious.
We're making real good time, buddy.
We | should be at the Foundation in about an hour.
I'm afraid there'll be a slight delay.
I'm | going to have to make a pit stop very shortly.
Pit stop? Quit kidding | around.
You're not that human.
I was using the term | in its literal sense, Michael.
If you'll glance at my fuel gauges, you'll | see that I'm virtually operating on fumes.
Boy, you're right.
Bonnie really | goofed up this time, didn't she? It wasn't Bonnie's fault.
| It's just that her route plan didn't include the 200-mile diversion involving you and that young lady | you met back in Yeah.
Never mind that.
| I'll find you some blood, Dracula.
A very inept analogy, | if I may say so.
Blood has virtually | no combustible capabilities at all.
Now remember, Michael, my synthesizers can | operate on any kind of combustible fluids.
That's some kind of car, Mother.
Oughta be good for one new tire | and a couple of hoses, at least.
Give me the ice pick, will ya? I don't want to have to spend | a day getting my tanks purged.
A very distasteful procedure.
Okay, okay.
Afternoon, mister.
| What'll it be? Afternoon.
Fill 'er up, please.
Uh, where's your cap, buddy? That's okay.
It's a little | complicated.
I'll take care of it.
Check under your hood? | No, sir, don't bother.
Oh, no trouble.
I wouldn't do that | to my tire, if I were you.
That's enough help, my friend.
Ow.
You okay? | Uh, sure.
Sure.
How much do I owe you there? | Uh, nothin'.
Forget it.
It's on the house.
Hey, thanks.
- Some people.
| - I know, buddy.
I know.
He do any damage? To me? You must be jesting.
Perhaps with some plastique, | a jackhammer a diamond-edged hacksaw, | he may have had an outside chance of throwing out a circuit or two, | but damage? The least you can do is give me | some decent bread and water.
His Highness is still | complainin', huh? Nonstop.
You can listen to him for a while.
| I'm due over at Sinclair Headquarters.
I'm acting night watch commander | for the whole county tonight.
What a delightful thought.
Almost makes me feel glad | to be spending the night in jail.
It's all yours, Rex, old buddy.
Have a cool evening, hear? ¢ÜIf I shy away, it's only because ¢Ü ¢ÜLove's been | a little bit hard on me ¢Ü ¢ÜLove's been a little bit ¢Ü | ¢Ü Well, love's been a little ¢Ü ¢ÜLove's been | a little bit hard on me ¢Ü ¢ÜLove's been a little ¢Ü | ¢Ü You know, it's just been a little ¢Ü ¢ÜLove's been | a little bit hard on me ¢Ü ¢ÜI can't remember | It's been so long ¢Ü ¢ÜLove's been | a little bit hard on me ¢Ü I don't know, KITT.
| I don't know.
Michael, if you didn't | want my expertise, why did you just program me | with all this data? - Okay, okay.
| - Here it is, Michael.
I'll take S.
C.
Over Notre Dame, but I | think you're dead wrong about Penn State.
They'll never make the point spread.
Hello.
Hi.
| Oh, hi, Bonnie.
What's up? Help.
| Help? What's that supposed to mean? It means Devon's in jail.
Devon's busted? Come on.
| That's ridiculous.
Unfortunately, it also | happens to be true.
What did they get him for? | Assault with a deadly crumpet? He was on his way to meet | a reporter named Reston when he was picked up | on a traffic violation.
A traffic violation? | And he's probably gonna fight it, huh? This I would love to see.
| Where's he being held? A little town called Lyndhurst Flats.
Strange.
That's exactly 412 miles | straight ahead of us on this route.
Why I called.
And that's where we're going.
All right.
Let's go.
| Okay.
All right.
Well, well, well.
| What've we got here? Our favorite member of the press, | Frank Reston, in person.
You guys are absolutely hilarious.
Come on.
Let's go.
Wait a minute, bozo.
| You can't book me without a breath test.
You're a troublemaker, Reston.
We don't need no breath test | to tell that.
Why don't you just get on in there? Reston? Frank Reston? Fifth Amendment, old boy.
I'll have a Fifth Amendment.
That's a great name | for a booze, huh? I'm Devon Miles.
That's an okay name for a liqueur, | I guess, but not for a real booze.
I'm Devon Miles | from the Foundation.
You wrote me a letter about | an investigation you're conducting.
Oh, I remember you.
How come you never wrote me back? I decided to come and talk | to you personally.
Well, you picked | a lousy place for a meeting.
We can't talk here.
Wallace here.
Hey, Sarge.
You're never gonna believe | who we picked up on a D & D rap.
The mayor.
| Come on.
Be serious.
Frank Reston, that creep.
That loudmouth reporter's been trying to nail | something on us for the last three and a half years.
Reston, huh? All you got was | on drunk and disorderly? Yep.
- That's it.
| - Too bad you couldn't get something real good, something like a sex offense.
Well, you know, Sarge, | something could be arranged.
I'll tell you what.
It's gonna be a slow night.
Why don't you bring good old Frank | over here to see me at Sinclair.
He and I are gonna | have a long talk.
- Right away, Sarge.
| - Thanks, Rex.
Okay, guys, fun time's over.
! How much is it gonna cost me | to get outta here? Are you insinuating | that we might take a bribe? Oh, just a shot in the dark.
I don't know what ever made me | think that I could corrupt a couple of honest officials | such as yourselves.
Look, why don't you | just take it easy, huh? I'd like to give you the same advice.
These | fellows have a unique way of interpreting the law.
You don't have to tell me about it, pal.
| I know all about these guys and their boss, Judge Paxton.
- Ain't that right, boys? | - I wouldn't know about that.
But I do know they want to see you at | headquarters in Sinclair.
So let's get going.
Well, suppose I don't wanna go | to Sinclair just right now? Well, the book doesn't say anything | about what you do or don't want.
They tell me to take you, | you're gonna go.
An offer I can't resist, huh? All right.
Okay.
Let's go.
Easy.
My mother'll get mad at you.
All right.
Let's go.
KITT, you sure you know | where this place is? Of course I do.
We're approaching | the city limits even as we speak.
Hey, right you are, old buddy.
| Michael, remember we're due | in Phoenix at 5:00 today.
Yeah.
That can wait.
I wouldn't miss the chance to bail out our | illustrious leader for all the pasta in Italy.
Two officers are here to see | you, Judge Paxton.
Show them in.
All right, Wallace.
What's the | big emergency? What's the problem? It's that reporter, Reston, | we busted last night.
What about him? We were sort of talking to him and | went a little overboard.
He's dead.
What? Look, we barely touched him, | Judge.
I mean Well, the guy just sort of | blacked out all of a sudden.
You incompetent fools.
Do you realize what this means? That's the last thing we need for this | county to be swarmin' with investigators.
Judge, I think we can cover it up.
| Make it look like an accident? No one will even know he's been | arrested.
Except that guy in jail.
What are you talking about? Some British dude we picked up in | the speed trap.
He's the only witness.
Well, in that case, | you boys better make sure you find a way | to keep his mouth shut till this whole thing blows over.
- Right? | - Right.
Well, this looks like the place.
Don't you go sightseeing, huh? | I shall return.
- What if you're required to post a bond? | - Don't worry.
I promise I won't | put you up for collateral.
Sorry, Mrs.
Reston, we can find | no arrest record for a Frank Reston.
Who said anything about arrest? | All I want to know is where he is.
I've checked down at the paper, | and they don't know.
I've looked in every bar | in town.
Nothing.
He couldn't have just disappeared.
If I were you, Mrs.
Reston, I'd go home | and wait for him.
He's bound to show up.
- First of all, he's my ex-husband.
| - I wish I could help, Mrs.
Reston.
Yeah, I bet you do.
Hi.
| What can I do for you? Well, I'm here to pick | up Devon Miles.
Oh.
Well, as you can see, Mr.
Miles | is no longer staying with us.
What'd he do, spring himself? No, nothing like that.
We transferred him over | to Sinclair.
It's about 20 miles from here.
Why's that? | We're not equipped for long stays.
Besides, your friend preferred a cell to a fine, | so we moved him where he'd be more comfortable.
- When's his court appearance? | - You'll have to check with the county clerk about that.
That's all.
I'm busy.
Excuse me.
Seems like we got | a kind of similar problem.
I'm kind of a stranger in town.
| I was hoping maybe you could help me.
Don't see why not.
Look, I'm on my way to Sinclair.
You're welcome to come along.
| Maybe he's there.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey, this is some car.
| Yeah, it is.
Thanks.
Wait a minute.
Carol Reston? My boss, Devon | Miles, stopped off here to see a guy named Reston.
Same fella? | Uh, yeah.
It has to be.
Any idea why? | No, not a clue.
Well, maybe our meeting like this could turn | out to be a lucky break for both of us, huh? Maybe it could at that.
¢ÜI'll be back when I calm my fears ¢Ü ¢ÜLove's been | a little bit hard on me ¢Ü ¢ÜAnd I'll see you around | in a thousand ¢Ü When was the last time | you saw your ex? Of course, that was always | his excuse when we were married.
What kind of work does he do? | He's an investigative reporter.
And let me tell you, | in this town that's a full-time job.
There.
| There it is.
Sorry, we haven't got | a Frank Reston or a Devon Miles.
Wait a minute.
The police at Lyndhurst | Flats just told me they sent 'em over here.
Now you're telling me you don't have | 'em in your jails here? That's correct.
- Well, I'm a little confused.
| - You want me to call 'em? Yes, sir, I'd like you to call 'em.
I'd | like to find some answers, if you don't mind.
Uh, no, that's okay.
We've gotta go back | there anyway.
We'll straighten everything out.
- Whatever you say.
| - Wait a minute.
We're not going anywhere.
Michael, your boss is not here.
| Please, let's just get out of here.
You folks have a nice day | on your way out of town.
What was that all about? I think there's | a few things that you're not aware of.
Yeah, like one, | the whereabouts of Devon Miles.
All right.
If you wanna go back | on your wild goose chase, go ahead.
I just thought you might like to know | what you're up against.
What do you mean? Have you ever heard ofJudge | Paxton? No.
Who is he? He runs this county.
And from what Frank | tells me, he does it with an iron fist.
If he wants someone to disappear, | nobody asks any questions.
Carol, all Devon did | was break the speed limit.
He, uh, enjoys his tailor-mades.
My, my, what a smell.
| All squeaky clean, are we? I've had the pleasure of | one of your antiseptic showers.
Yes.
Well, the county hates the thought | of nasty bugs in your designer pants.
By the way, I love your accent.
Just a fitting, Pink.
Save the | socializing, huh? What's your shoe size? - Ten and a half, "D.
" | - Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
We've just had a run on half sizes.
You'll have to wear | two pair of socks instead.
Here you go.
| Thank you.
Oh, we aim to please.
If you need anything | else, Your Highness, just ask for Pink.
Come on before he | invites you to tea.
There's some guy in town | asking questions about Devon Miles.
Well, I don't doubt that.
This just came in.
Seems that Mr.
Devon Miles | is the executive director of the Foundation | of Law and Government.
You have gotten us | into one fine fix, Wallace.
Now, you listen to me, | and you listen good.
We can't take the risk | of Miles talkin'.
Judge, he can't do | much talkin' at the facility.
I said I don't wanna | take any chances.
Now, Miles is the only link | that can tie us to Reston.
So I want Mr.
Miles | out of the way for good.
Yeah.
It's for you.
Wallace.
| Wallace? Butler.
That smart-mouthed Knight | just left with Mrs.
Reston.
They're headin' back | to Lyndhurst Flats.
I don't think either one | left here very happy.
We'll take care of it.
Pauly, come in.
| This is Sergeant Wallace.
Yeah, this is Pauly.
| What is it, Sarge? We got a report on a black car.
| License plate: KNIGHT.
K- N-I-G-H-T.
Came shooting | through town like a bat out of hell.
- Where's he headed? | - Toward Lyndhurst Flats.
He's about three miles ahead | of you, heading your way.
Well, I should be coming up | on him real soon.
That boy's gonna hurt somebody, | the way he's drivin'.
Would you mind helping us | nail him? Not at all, Sarge.
Thanks, Pauly.
| We'll be right there.
The more I see of this county's law | enforcement, the more suspicious I get.
Yeah.
If you knew | half as much as I do, you'd be positively paranoid.
Michael, there's a large vehicle approaching | at high speed on the wrong side of the road.
I advise evasive action.
What was that? | I'll explain later.
- I'm coming up on him now, Sarge.
| - You know what to do.
That truck sure picked | a bad time to pass.
He's coming right at us.
- Do something.
| - Michael, hit the brake.
Michael, put it in reverse.
Just hang on.
What the No car can go | that fast in reverse.
Michael, why reverse? | We could have jumped over.
Because I wanna stay with these guys | and find out who put 'em up to it.
Who can drive that good going | backwards at that kind of speed? What the hell | kind of a car is that? Look out! Whoa! Aren't you sorry we gave that guy such | a hard time? We're gonna fix him now.
You okay? | I think so.
That trucker sure has a strange way | of getting his jollies.
That's only because | you think he was kidding.
Anyway, as I was saying, thejudge | has this county in his pocket.
Not a buck changes hands that he | doesn't get a piece of somehow.
And Frank was onto this? That's | what was keeping Frank alive.
Look, five years ago, Frank and | I were this real hotshot team working on the biggest | newspaper in Texas.
And then he started | drinking heavy and, well, one thing led to another, | and we wound up in Lyndhurst Flats.
And that was mostly | the judge's fault too.
Really? Why's that? Remember that skywalk that collapsed at the | Skylighter Hotel down here about three years ago? Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.
A | hundred people were killed, right? Right.
Well, the judge's | principle source of income was the Paxton Cement Company.
Anyway, it seems that there was too much | sand and not enough cement in that skywalk.
And things got pretty hot | down here for a while.
And Frank found a story | he could win with.
Right.
He could smell the Pulitzer prize and just see the Washington Post or the New | York Times begging him to go back big-time.
Anyway, he has been sniffing | at Paxton's heels for three years now and getting nowhere fast.
The story's there, all right.
| It's just the proof isn't.
Well, that's tough, huh? | It's tough for both of you.
I mean, the connection's there | between Devon and Frank and the judge.
But, I mean, where are they? | I mean, if they're not in the jails, where could the judge | be stashing them in this county? Killing them would be the easiest.
| No.
No, ease up.
If the judge wanted to do that, | he could've done that a long time ago.
If the judge put up with Frank all these years, | he's not about to do something that drastic now, especially with Devon Miles | in the picture.
Well, of course, there is | the county correctional facility.
Can we get in there? No way.
Unless, of course, | we announce ourselves, and then I'm afraid we're gonna get | the same old runaround.
Well, then we'll just have | to go in unannounced.
Hmm.
Pink, you awake? Shep, what are you doing here? - How'd you get those keys? | - It wasn't easy.
Look, I got it all figured out.
We're bustin' | outta here first thing tomorrow morning.
- Shh! | - What's the matter? - Damn! Who's he? | - He's my new cell mate.
His name's Devon.
I think he's British or somethin'.
I don't care what he is.
| He's foulin' up my plan good.
How? Because three is a crowd | when it comes to escapin; Put your mind at rest.
| I have no intention of leaving this place until I have my day in court.
- That's what you think.
| - Wait a minute.
Why does he have to go with us? 'Cause he knows we're goin', | that's why.
What's to stop him from blowing the | whistle on us the minute we make our break? - You have my word.
| - Right, we have his word.
Shut up, Pink.
| I say he's coming, and that's final.
- I assume I have some say in this matter.
| - Look.
You either come out with us, | or stay here dead.
Personally, I'djust | as soon not kill you.
The choice is yours.
Thank | you.
What's your plan? - We get out in the truck.
| - Truck? What truck? The one that starts with this key.
| It'll be right outside in the morning.
All we gotta do is get over | the wall, and we're home free.
Brilliant.
Absolutely brilliant.
How do you propose to climb | a 15-foot wall in broad daylight? I was working on it.
You were working on it.
The whole key to the success of this plan | is our success in getting over the wall, and you were working on it.
- Well, you got a better idea? | - Not at the moment, but, if pressed, it wouldn't be | difficult to come up with one.
Somehow, Devon, you don't strike me | as your typical jailbreaker.
Yes, that's what the Gestapo thought.
That's how I was able to escape from | two German prison camps during the war.
That's kinda interesting.
If you insist on my coming with you, | please give me the pleasure of devising a suitable scheme | for our departure.
How much further? We got about | 40 minutes before we get there.
Maybe you can tell me some more | about this wonderful car of yours.
Well, since we'll be going | into action real soon, I think this is as good a time as any | to introduce you to KITT.
Kitt? Who's Kitt? You're on, KITT.
| Very well, Michael.
Allow me to introduce myself, Carol.
I am KITT, whom you may regard as | the voice of the Knight Two Thousand.
What was that? | A recording? Not exactly.
| In fact, not at all.
Now, if you'll allow me to continue, | I will attempt to describe most of the qualities and capabilities | of this truly unique vehicle.
You only got 40 minutes.
I'll try to squeeze it all in.
At any rate, starting with the indestructible | alloy that makes up my outer shell Sign, Devon.
- What the hell do you think you're doin'? | - You looked hungry.
- Man, you're askin' for it.
| - So are you, pal! That does it! Hold it! Way to go, Devon! Save the applause.
| We're not out of the woods yet.
Wallace here.
Yeah.
You | better get over here right now.
What's going on? Three men just escaped from | the workhouse, and one of them is Devon Miles.
Excuse me, sir.
Where is the warden? | Someplace around.
Who are you? I'm just a messenger.
Judge Paxton sent me | over with an urgent message for the warden.
Oh.
Judge Paxton? Hmm.
Well, I guess that's okay.
You might start | looking for him in the administration building.
Around to your left.
| Thank you.
By the way, what's | going on around here? Three guys just busted outta here, and there's gonna be | hell to pay over that.
I bet.
Glad it's not my problem.
Thank you.
They may be over the wall, but they're not off | the grounds.
Step on it! We can still catch 'em! There they are.
! | We got 'em.
! No sweat.
! They're still gaining on us.
There's no way.
| We can't outrun 'em.
Devon, watch out.
| There's a work crew there.
I have an idea.
| What are you gonna do? You'll see.
Oh, my God! Watch out! Hey, KITT? | Yes, Carol.
- What's going on? | - I'm receiving a transmission from Michael.
Go ahead, Michael.
KITT, wejust hit thejackpot.
| Devon's here.
Correction.
Was here.
Where's Devon? | That's what I'm trying to find out.
He and two inmates | just busted outta here.
Devon Miles busting out of jail.
| I don't believe that.
- Oh, it's true, all right.
| - What was he doing here in the first place? Your friend was in the wrong place | at the wrong time, and so are you.
Let's go, hero.
I need help fast.
Where are we going? To save Michael.
Sarge, this is Saunders.
Yeah, what is it? We caught | Pink and Shep in the pickup.
What about Miles? We think he's | hiding in the grove down by the river.
All right.
Flush him out | and shoot to kill.
All right.
Get in the car.
| Get in the backseat.
You'll never get out of here.
They'll blow this | car to pieces.
We'll see about that.
Get in there! Wallace is in trouble.
! If he moves, put a | hole in him! Open fire.
! Where are those groves | your partner was talking about? Take a right at the next dirt road.
You get | on that walkie-talkie.
You call your boys.
Tell 'em you're on your way.
| Forget it.
Shoot him.
Saunders, listen to me.
| Don't worry, Sarge.
He's hiding in the grove | down by the river.
Keep him cornered, but don't I | repeat, do not kill him.
Wait for me.
Whatever you say, Sarge, but I oughta tell you Judge Paxton's got | a $10,000 price tag on His Highness's head.
These boys want at him pretty bad.
We got him now! | He went this way! Come on! KITT, you got the scanners going? Michael, I'm picking up a single individual | being pursued by two others.
It should be Devon.
| Heading: 183.
Range: 350 meters.
Who said that? I'd love for you to stick around and | find out, but I'm afraid we need the room.
Enjoy your flight.
Your timing couldn't have | been more felicitous.
"Felicitous"? That mean | you're glad to see me? I've never been happier | to see anyone in my life.
I hit him! | I swear I hit that car! Come on.
! | We can't let 'em get away.
! How do we get outta here? You better swing | around and go back the way we came in.
Damn farmers! We'll take the high road | and cut 'em off.
There's one above us | and one below us.
Michael, the brake.
Look out! Now, that's incredible.
We still have to make it to the county line, | though.
We should have a clear shot now.
Doesn't that deserve a word of thanks? Pauly, this is Saunders.
Listen, I don't care what it takes.
| Just don't let him cross that county line.
You got it.
Pete, are you | anywhere near the bridge? About a half a mile, Pauly.
| What do you need? Block the bridge for me.
There's a | guy in a black car that needs stopping.
Will do, Pauly.
I'll hold him here in the middle of the | bridge, Pauly.
Sucker won't get past me.
Michael, we're approaching | the county line.
It's just over the bridge.
| Thank God.
Yeah, I'm on their tail.
| We got 'em in a squeeze play.
Uh-oh.
Michael, I've done a scan | on the stalled vehicle ahead.
Automotively speaking, there's | absolutely nothing wrong with it.
It's a trap.
We got 'em.
We're gonna make | tin tortillas out of that flashy car.
Michael, don't you think you'd | better do something? Hold on.
You're not thinking of | Oh, my word, you are! What is that? Good afternoon, Judge.
I was beginning | to fear that you might not show up.
Who are you? And how did | you get in here anyway? Oh, details.
Mere details.
The important thing is that I'm here, | and I'm quite sure that you know who I am.
- Yes, Mr.
Devon Miles.
| - Very perceptive of you.
But they told me you'd escaped yesterday.
And how right they were, | but, as you see, I've come back.
For what? | Why, to collect you, of course.
Once we got away, | we went straight to the state police.
They were very interested in our assorted | tales about you and your colleagues, especially in how | you killed Frank Reston.
- Now, just a minute.
| - In point of fact, they've already rounded up Sergeant Wallace, Officer Saunders and all the others, | whom, I'm happy to say, talked quite freely about a great | number of things, but mostly about you.
So you see, Judge, | you've been bagged.
Not on your life, Miles.
I'm leaving, and you're | not about to stop me.
My! That felt simply wonderful.
I'd forgotten how exhilarating | freedom can be.
Nothing like a little time in the slammer | to make you appreciate the wide-open spaces.
True, but it was time well spent.
We managed to clean up | some rather nasty business back there.
The bad guys behind bars | and the good guys walkin' away.
All except poor Frank Reston.
I'm afraid he paid a rather heavy | price for his persistence.
Yeah, but like Carol said | when she found out they killed him, by dying, he accomplished | everything he tried to in life.
The story he left behind, Devon | he's a cinch for the Pulitzer prize.
It's rather an expensive price, | don't you think? I wonder if he would have | thought so.
Yeah, I wonder.
KITT, what's happening? | Why are you slowing down? I've picked up what could be a police | officer about a hundred meters ahead.
That's okay.
| You're only doing 55.
I know, I know.
But considering Mr.
Miles's | tact when it comes to dealing with the police, I thought it'd be best | not to take any chances.
Now, look here, KITT.
| What are you trying to say? Michael Knight, a lone crusader | in a dangerous world, the world of the Knight Rider.