Knight Rider (1982) s02e07 Episode Script

The burglar alarm has | just been deactivated.
He took my diamond bracelet! Elliot's office was | robbed by a dead man.
Or a very able student.
You've been reading | too many gossip columns.
For your information, | there was no robbery.
Now get in.
Give us a head start, | then follow.
Kisses don't lie.
Uh, they're real.
| Borrowed, but real.
Stop! Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world | of a man who does not exist.
MichaeI 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.
You've been awfully | quiet tonight.
What's the matter, | you homesick? No.
However, it will be nice | to see ApriI and Devon again.
You're homesick.
Hey, you! | Stop! Stop or I'll shoot! KITT, what was that? A pistoI shot, MichaeI.
Where? Just up the street.
Surely you're | not thinking of Apparently you are.
Did you see a guy | run by here? He went in the alley.
| Need some help? I could use | some light.
KITT, can you pick him up | on your scanner? How extraordinary.
I had him on my scanner, | MichaeI.
He simply vanished.
Who said that? Hi, Devon.
Ah, Michael, | welcome back.
"Welcome back"? | "Welcome back"? I mean, I didn't expect a brass band | or a red carpet or anything like that, but I wouldn't have minded a nice | little ceremony, you know.
Just family.
You, me, April, | nice quiet dinner, bottle of champagne, | domestic would've been fine.
You were only away a week.
How was your vacation? My vacation? Now, wait a minute.
| Let's define terms here.
That was strictly business, | remember? Now comes | the vacation.
Oh, no, I'm afraid not, | Michael.
Not just yet, at least.
I should've known.
What's up? Something | rather intriguing.
It seems the newspapers | received anonymous tips regarding a number | of elaborate robberies which apparently have not | been reported to the police.
All right, | sounds very intriguing.
What's that got | to do with us? There.
"Your generosity | is appreciated.
" The robberies were committed by a | cat burglar with a very definite M.
O.
which included | leaving a card like that behind on the scene | each time.
Devon, how'd you get this? By going to the theatre | one night, many years ago, and then going out | to supper afterwards while my apartment | was being robbed by a cat burglar.
| He left that card behind.
I've kept it all these years | as a sort of memento.
I wonder | if it's the same guy.
I beg your pardon? Devon, I almost hit | a guy last night who was dressed | like a cat burglar.
And then he disappeared | right in front of my eyes, like Houdini.
This guy ever | been identified? Never positively, no.
But it was widely believed that it was a man | named Raymond Fallan, a very clever | and daring chap.
Nothing against him | was ever proved.
And now he reappears | after all these years, huh? Well, that's | what's intriguing, Michael.
You see, the newspaper reports | that Raymond Fallan died a month ago.
Let's see | what you've got.
Nice.
Very nice.
For this, | an extra $100,000.
It's worth | twice that.
Let me think about it.
Don't take too long.
The current market value | of the Sangre de Coeur is $350,000, MichaeI.
Devon's cat burglar | has exquisite taste.
Or incredible luck.
KITT, it's the only item | mentioned in the newspaper.
Of course, | I find it hard to understand why anyone would value | a mere bauble so highly.
According to my data, a ruby | is Just a form of carbon.
Maybe.
But that bauble, | as you call it is very valuable | because it's very, very rare.
The law of supply and demand? Exactly.
All right, KITT, | let's see what you got on one particular | Raymond Fallan.
There's your cat burglar, | MichaeI.
I'm afraid | it's not very recent, but that's because | he's deceased.
I do have his | last known address.
Oh, and one more thing.
| A daughter.
Oh, really? Not bad.
Not bad at all.
I'd say thank you, MichaeI, | but I have the feeling you're not referring | to my technicaI proficiency.
I've been away from you | for far too long.
Too many chances | make my heart go frantic.
I wanna tell you | what's been goin' on.
Operator give me | Transatlantic.
I sit alone | as the night goes by.
Stare at the phone | and wait for your reply.
Long, long distance | love affair.
Oh.
I can't find you anywhere.
.
How're you doing? Would you mind raining | on someone else's parade? Thank you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
| I didn't hear the bell.
I almost stabbed you | with these things.
Yeah, I'm glad | you spared me.
You're Grace Fallan, | right? Yes.
What do you want? My name's | Michael Knight.
I'm with The Foundation | for Law and Government.
I'd like to talk to you | about your dad.
Oh, in that case there's | nothing to talk about.
My father died | a month ago.
Yeah, I know.
| I'm sorry.
Two questions.
Please? You said you're with | some kind of agency.
This must be the beginning.
Beginning of what? I've spent | my whole life terrified to see articles in the paper | about cat burglars, knowing people would | start asking me questions.
I thought that now my | father's dead, it would end.
Here you are, with a thousand | questions on your face.
A very famous necklace | was stolen last night.
The burglar left a calling | card just like this one.
There's something you should | understand about me and my father.
I didn't know him | as a notorious cat burglar.
To me, he was a wonderful man | who did magic tricks, told stories, | he even came down the chimney at Christmas, | like Santa.
Well, someone's using | your father's M.
O.
to pull off some highly | professional burglaries.
And someone's feeding | the press information about those burglaries.
Grace, you said so yourself, | this could just be the beginning.
Look, I lead a nice | quiet life now, okay? I work with children.
I don't want to be notorious.
I don't want my name opened up | for public consumption.
Maybe I can help.
Did anyone else know | your father's techniques? Only one person.
Who? Me.
Thanks for offering to help, but I prefer to think | it will just go away.
I hope you're right.
Need some help? Oh, no, | thank you, sir.
That is very kind | of you.
I'm, uh, Miss Grace's butler, Griffin.
Sure I can't give you | a hand? No, thank you.
I'm quite | used to it, actually.
Besides, | the exercise does me good.
Okay.
I'm not sure | I understand, MichaeI.
You think | there's a possibility Raymond Fallan's daughter | is the cat burglar? Yeah, it's a possibility.
Right now that's all it is.
Not a penny over $400.
What? Grace Fallan's diamond ring.
The stones were tiny, | MichaeI.
Not at all what a prosperous | cat burglar would wear.
Yeah, well, | I'll keep that in mind.
Devon's calling.
Hello, Devon, what's up? It took a lot of persuasion, but my sources | at the newspaper finally confided the names | of the three burglary victims.
: Thomas Delbert, | Delbert.
Claude Anderson | and Maxwell Elliot.
And although it is | not common knowledge, Elliot is the owner | of the Sangre de Coeur.
Maybe he can shed some light | on the subject.
Goodbye, Devon.
Bye, MichaeI.
Yes, well, | you tell them for me that I want it done my way.
Do that for me.
Good.
All right, since you managed to | talk your way past my secretary, you must have something | compelling to say.
You have three minutes | in which to say it.
Hmm.
In that case | I'll get right to the point.
You were robbed last night.
| Someone cleaned out your safe and got away with | the Sangre de Coeur necklace.
Uh, you've been misinformed.
For your information, | there was no robbery.
You've been reading | too many gossip columns.
Do you know Claude Anderson | and Thomas Delbert? No, I don't.
| You have 2 minutes left.
Oh, in that case, I'd better | learn how to talk faster, huh? How many people knew | where you kept the necklace? Where I keep the necklace is no one's business | but my own.
May I see it? Don't press your luck.
Got a minute left.
Time's up.
My sensors indicate you're | somewhat disturbed, MichaeI.
Yeah, you could say that.
Look, | I want you to scan the building.
I wanna find out if Elliot | was robbed last night or not.
Threadlike abrasions | indicate the play of cable against the edge | of the office window.
I also detect the residue | of a foreign substance with considerable | abrasive properties.
As in cutting? That's correct, MichaeI.
What did you get | on the jewelry? His two-karat diamond ring is actually a cubic zirconia | in disguise.
No, I mean the Sangre de Coeur | he showed me.
Is that real? Paste? | Are you absolutely sure? KITT is.
But why? It's one thing | not to report a burglary, but to go so far as to provide | a phony necklace, that's quite another.
It defies credibility.
To us, but maybe not | to a criminal mind.
The men who've been robbed, | Delbert, Anderson, and Elliot, all have something | in common.
They've all made a great deal | of their money illegally.
Sounds like a real good reason | not to go to the police.
Are you suggesting that whatever was | in their safes might incriminate them? I am.
I'll bet that's why Elliot | had the fake Sangre de Coeur.
To prove | he hadn't been robbed.
What about KITT's data | on the burglary? It's Fallan's M.
O.
| in every detail.
So Elliot's office | was robbed by a dead man.
Or a very able student.
Hi, Grace! Hello.
How did you find me? Through brilliant deduction.
Griffin told me.
I'd like to think this was | a strictly social visit, but you've got the look of | somebody with more questions.
Just a few.
Any of these names | sound familiar: Thomas Delbert, Claude | Anderson or Maxwell Elliot? George Friedrich.
| Harold Salen.
After Dad died, | I was going through his things and I found | a list of names.
Those three you mentioned | and the two I added.
Yeah, well, Delbert, | Anderson, and Elliot were burglarized recently.
Wait a minute.
| Are you suspicious of me? If I were trying | to hide something from you, why would I tell you | any names at all? No, Elizabeth.
Keep the ball | in front of you on the serve.
See? Like this.
| Right up in front.
Yeah, KITT, what is it? MichaeI, the man | at the picnic table is heavily armed.
Excuse me.
I'd like to talk to you | for a minute.
KITT, I need some help, buddy.
| Cut him off.
Well, now, since you're so interested, | the name's Barth.
Police Lt.
George Barth.
And you're just about | a gnat's hair away from getting busted | for obstruction of justice.
Lt.
Barth.
| I should have known.
You hounded my father | for 20 years.
He's dead and buried.
Why can't you just | leave it at that? You can hide behind | your manicured bushes and your fancy house, but I know who you are, | and I know what you do.
And the only difference | between you and your father is I'm gonna catch you.
And that's a promise.
Hi.
Ah, Miss Grace.
Be careful up there.
Did Lt.
Barth | ever arrest your father? Twice.
Dad was always out | on bail in time for breakfast.
Who bailed him out? | Griffin.
He's always | taken care of everything.
Dad hired him | before I was born.
While my father was out | borrowing the crown jewels, Griffin was changing | my diaper.
What's the story | with this Barth guy, anyway? Why is he so obsessed | with your father? Who knows | why people become obsessed? George Barth is.
All I know is | with a man like that, I'm guilty | until proven innocent.
To a man like that, it might not make | much difference.
Grace, I still | want to help.
I think Barth figures | you've taken up where your dad left off.
The man is after you.
Now it's not | gonna go away.
The list | I told you about.
Well, if the cat's following | this, George Friedrich's next.
Molly Friedrich's just invited | me to a society fund raiser at her restaurant, | Chez Voltaire.
It's exactly the kind of | affair my father loved to hit.
No kidding.
Uh, how many | is the invitation for? Two.
Interested? Wouldn't miss it | for the world.
Good.
I've always had a weakness | for men in three-piece suits.
Nice.
Very nice.
Oh, Grace, | how delightful to see you.
You're looking | absolutely wonderful.
Thanks, Molly.
And what a pleasant surprise | this is.
You must be | Michael Knight.
Michael.
So happy you could join us.
Come in.
Come in.
| Have a drink.
Better count | your fingers.
She'd take any piece of | you that wasn't attached.
Hey, uh, | do you validate? Here you go.
Thanks.
Say, if the cat burglar | was gonna come in, where do you think | he'd make his entrance? The offices back there | next to the kitchen.
Oh, here comes Molly | again.
I have a sudden urge | to powder my nose.
Uh-uh, | oh, great, thanks a lot.
Michael, this is criminal.
What is? A gorgeous man | like you, alone.
Oh, but you're worth | breaking the law for.
Thank you.
Oh, and now, | tell me, Michael Knight, where did Grace find you? | She never even mentioned you, not that I blame her.
Oh, Grace is such | a dear, sweet child, but is slightly bit, uh, unconventional, | if you know what I mean.
Of course, with a father | like, uh, Raymond Fallan, what can you expect? How darling.
| A wrist alarm.
No, actually it's a beeper.
A beeper? Yeah, it's a beeper.
| I gotta go.
Oh.
Yeah, KITT, what's up? The burglar alarm has | just been deactivated.
Where? Somewhere inside the building, | MichaeI.
I'm detecting some | electricaI interference.
My bracelet! He took | my diamond bracelet! My-my diamond bracelet, | he took it! KITT, meet me at the west side | of the building right away.
Stop! KITT, he'll be killed! | Run some cover for him.
You let her get away.
I had her right in my hand | and you let her get- What are you doing, | shooting to kill? What I do is none | of your business, Knight.
And whether you like it or | not, I'm a cop and you're not.
Let me tell you something.
You | operate under the same laws I do whether you like it or not.
Why do you insist | on defending her? Why do you insist | on persecuting her? Because she's guilty.
Now she was up there tonight, | right? With you, right? Was she with you | when the lights went out? I know the answer | to that one.
Dear, I'm sorry, | I'm so terribly sorry.
Please, I'm so- | Where's Grace? If I knew, | I'd have her arrested.
She took my diamond bracelet | right off my wrist.
Now, wait a minute.
Are you sure it was Grace? It was the cat burglar.
Who else could it be | but Grace? All right, keep your scanners | peeled for anything unusual.
Would you care to be | more specific? I would if I could.
Did you catch him? No, he got away.
He or she.
So that's it.
| Now you suspect me again.
Look, I don't want to, but | you don't leave me much choice.
One minute you're there, | the next minute you leave.
As soon as you're gone, the lights | go out and the cat burglar appears.
For your information, | I was in the powder room.
And no, I can't prove it.
I- | I- I didn't bring a witness along.
Why did you leave? | Why didn't you wait for me? Because I knew people would | start looking at me.
"She's the cat's daughter.
" | "I'll bet she's involved.
" So I took a cab home.
Do you believe me? | I want to.
Grace, Barth was there | tonight.
He almost killed | the cat burglar.
Now he's convinced | it's you.
If it is, you better give it up | while you're still ahead.
While you're still alive.
You're really concerned, | aren't you? You really care.
Michael, I'm not the cat.
Kisses don't lie.
Well, I beg your pardon, | Miss Grace, but I heard you and wondered if | you might be needing anything.
No thanks, Griffin.
Mr.
Knight | was just leaving.
In case | you hadn't noticed.
Well, well, MichaeI.
Carnauba wax | and glyceroI on your collar.
Is that any way | to catch a cat? We'll see, KITT.
How about you, | what'd you come up with? I did notice something rather | peculiar while you were in the house.
What? The vehicle in the garage | exhibits heat stress.
Exhaust, radiator, | and tire temperatures indicate it's been | recently driven at a high rate of speed.
And nobody's been home | to drive it but the butler.
Thanks, pal.
Don't mention it.
Why, Mr.
Knight.
Can I see you a minute, | Mr.
Griffin? Of course, sir.
| Please, come in.
Griffin, did you go out tonight? Oh, no, sir.
I'm afraid | the old war wound's been acting up again | lately, sir.
In that case | you might like to know that somebody's been | driving your car tonight.
Oh, dear.
Please don't tell | Miss Grace, sir.
You see, I'm afraid | I'm a midnight nipper, sir.
Although I have | a history of liver ailments which precludes | my drinking.
Well, Miss Grace would be | most displeased with me, sir.
So I drove quite fast | in order to beat her home.
You didn't happen to be | in the vicinity of the Chez Voltaire | restaurant tonight, did you? Oh, no, sir.
| I prefer health foods.
He was born | in Lancashire, England, third generation butler.
He's been with the Fallans | since 1950.
Shot in the leg in World | War ll, won a Purple Heart.
You did say he had | a pronounced limp, didn't you? Yeah.
Obviously | his war injury.
Michael, are you sure your interest in Grace Fallan | hasn't clouded your judgment? I don't know.
I don't know | what to think anymore.
Well, you think | it was Grace, don't you? Look at the facts.
| She's physically capable, she was | at the restaurant, she can't verify | her whereabouts.
What about | Raymond Fallan? What about him? He was presumed dead | in a plane crash, his body was never found.
Maybe he's not dead | after all.
All right, it's a long shot.
| But it's possible.
It's also possible | that Griffin's not nearly as disabled as everybody | thinks he is.
You must admit that's an awfully | pronounced limp, MichaeI.
Whose side are you on, anyway? The side of logic.
If logic could | explain everything, KITT, people wouldn't pay | thousands of dollars for stones | that are worth pennies.
Which reminds me, MichaeI, | how much did you pay for those cuff links | you wore last night? They were a gift.
Why? They were gold-filled.
| Far be it from me to speculate | on their value, but- Then don't.
Very well.
| Not over $3 wholesale.
KITT, wait a minute.
Run a medical scan | on Griffin and see if you can | find the old war injury.
I do detect | an early trauma to Mr.
Griffin's | left upper femur.
Well, in that case, | it seems kind of strange that he limps on his | right leg, don't you think? So much for | old war wounds, huh? To quote the cliche, it appears as if | "the butler did it.
" Looks like we're gonna | have to share a few unpleasant thoughts | with Grace.
Get me Devon.
MichaeI, I was Just about | to contact you.
Any luck with Griffin? More than I'd hoped for.
| What's up? Well, ApriI's come up with | something very interesting.
The last name on the list, | Harold Salen, was arrested on a parole | violation last night.
Oh, yeah? Where? In Mexico City.
| It could take days before it becomes | public knowledge.
Could it be we're thinking | along the same lines? Could be.
In that case, | would you share the benefit of your brilliance with me? | I'm quite lost.
Elementary, my dear Devon.
With Salen out of the picture | temporarily, no one will think twice | if he throws a party.
Polish up your diamonds, | April.
You're invited.
I'll be there.
You're telling me | that a man I've known all my life | is the cat burglar, dragging my life and my | father's name through the mud? I don't believe you.
I know how hard | this is for you, but I'm telling you | it's the truth.
His limp is a fake.
| I saw it! All right, maybe it is, but that still doesn't prove | he's the cat.
I've also run a check | on his bank account.
In the last month, he's deposited | and withdrawn over $500,000.
Grace, I know how much | Griffin means to you.
And believe it or not, I hope you're right | about him.
There's one way to find out.
Harold Salen's | throwing a party tonight.
I managed to get | myself invited.
You come with me.
If the cat burglar's | true to form, he'll be there.
What if he is, | and it's not Griffin? Then I'll admit I'm wrong | and apologize to both of you.
But I think | he'll be there.
Unless you warn him.
MichaeI, there's a car | approaching at high speed.
Thanks, KITT.
Get in.
Oh, am I under arrest? What's the charge? No charge.
Just a little | private conversation.
Now, get in.
KITT, give us a head start, | then follow.
I don't like you.
| You're in my way.
Well, if that's why | you brought me out here, I could've saved you the trip.
I figured that one out | already.
No, there's more to it.
A lot more.
Out.
I did some | checking on you, Knight.
You're a real | mystery man.
Seems that you didn't even | exist before a year ago.
You know, you're not | much of a conversationalist, so why don't you | get right to the point? Move over to that brush.
No.
Move.
Thanks, pal.
My pleasure, MichaeI.
You know, you're a dangerous | man.
You're obsessed.
You got no business | carrying a badge.
I can't shake the feeling, | Michael, that we ought to | cancel the party.
Because if anything | goes wrong, all we'd have | succeeded in doing is turning the cat burglar | into a walking target.
He already is.
At least this way, we'll have | some control over what happens.
I hope.
Uh, speaking of the party Yes? What is this? Uh, just little examples of the | high cost of living these days.
Bills.
Hmm.
Valet parking? | Caterers? Orchestra? Do we really | need an orchestra? All right, beep me once | for Barth entering the area, beep me twice for anybody | scaling the building.
Oh, yeah.
How do you | feel about heights? They are, quite literally, | for the birds, MichaeI.
Well, Michael Knight.
How delightful | to see you.
You look terrific.
Uh, they're real.
| Borrowed, but real.
Grace, hello, how are you? Griffin, | good to see you.
How do you do, sir? Griffin, Grace Fallan, | April Curtis.
I'm so glad you could come.
Harold will be | so pleased.
Harold and April are, um, | engaged.
Yes.
| And I've never been happier.
Well, um, ahem, | people make too much of the age difference, | I think.
After all, what's a decade | or two when you're in love? I'd like you to meet | Harold Salen, my, uh, fiance.
Michael Knight.
| Congratulations.
How do you do? And this is Grace Fallan.
How do you do? And this is- Griffin.
| Just Griffin, sir.
How do you do, Griffin? The last I heard, you | were in prison, Mr.
Salen.
Yes, quite right.
| Yes, indeed I was.
Dreadful place.
Of course, I was paroled | for good behavior.
Well, uh, | may I have this dance? I hardly think that would | be polite to my date.
Engaged, huh? Michael, I'm beginning | seriously to doubt your theory.
Since Griffin is a guest here, | I think it's rather unlikely that he would, uh, | burglarize this place.
And if the cat burglar | doesn't strike, then this whole party | will have been for nothing.
For nothing? You wouldn't say that | if you had to pay the bills.
Uh, may I? You certainly may.
Excuse us.
Oh, the bills.
Lt.
Barth is here.
Where's Grace? And Griffin? That's a very good | question.
Thank you very much | for the dance.
Well.
What's Barth doing, pal? Lt.
Barth is circling wide.
Any sign of the cat burglar? Afraid not.
Wait.
We Just lost a burglar alarm, | MichaeI.
And a window has Just opened on the opposite side | of the building.
From the outside? From the inside.
My necklace.
It's gone! Hold it! Stop! | Hold it! Hold it! Stop! All right, Michael.
| You've caught your cat.
Surprised? Grace, | what are you doing this for? I know it's Griffin.
Come on, | let's get out of here.
No! KITT, I need you | up here right away.
Hold on, MichaeI.
I'm coming.
Get in and stay low.
Here we go, KITT! You've been working the wrong | side of the law way too long.
Attempted murder | is not a police procedure.
Looks like | you're out of business.
And so you see, sir, | before Mr.
Fallan died, he gave me a list of the criminals | who deserved to be robbed.
And you took it | upon yourself to carry out | his Robin Hood fantasy.
I'm afraid so, sir.
Oh, sorry, sir.
Yeah.
Once you became | convinced it was Griffin, you took it upon yourself | to protect him by taking his place | on the roof.
I was afraid he'd be | caught or killed.
Instead, | you almost were.
Well, one good thing.
All the money's | gone to charity.
The Foundation has confirmed | every single penny.
Yes.
Well, sir, I suppose | this is the end of the line.
But for what it's worth, sir, | I'm through being a cat.
I much prefer | being a butler.
But please, sir, | when you slap on the cuffs, not too tight.
I find my circulation | isn't quite what it once was.
Yeah.
It's a really good thing | we were able to recover Molly Friedrich's bracelet, | isn't it? Yes.
Real stroke of luck.
It's too bad we couldn't catch | the cat burglar who took it.
Yes, well, guess you can't | win them all.
No, I guess | you can't.
Goodbye, Griffin.
Goodbye, sir.
Goodbye, Grace.
Michael, don't forget this.
I'm gonna have to | keep a closer eye on you.
Promise? Kisses don't lie.
Bye.
You know, MichaeI, | I've been thinking of changing my name.
Oh, yeah? | What's that, pal? KITT the cat.
Sorry about the other swan.