Knight Rider (1982) s02e11 Episode Script

MichaeI, have you | really forgotten me? Nothing makes sense | to me anymore.
This face And now, | I'm talking to a car.
Michael is out there somewhere | living the life of a man, who's been dead | for two years.
I'm gonna use you as bait.
And then | you're both gonna die.
KITT, I need you! MichaeI, Jump! 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 helpIess, the powerless, in a world of criminals | who operate above the law.
You're still tracking | the truck, MichaeI? Not anymore, I'm chasing it.
With a little luck, my Swamp Fox | technique will pay off.
What on earth is Swamp Fox? The greatest tracker | of all time, KITT.
My childhood hero.
Please remember | it's the catching that's the important part | of the chase.
Now keep me posted.
Swamp Fox.
Really, MichaeI.
KITT, there's no sign | of him anywhere.
It's like he was | swallowed up by the dam.
I'm gonna check it out.
Can you hear me, buddy? MichaeI, I'm having trouble | receiving you.
Something in the dam | is blocking transmission.
I suggest you use | extreme caution.
So that's it.
KITT, I've found it.
Checkout time is at 12.
:00.
Come on, we need these | rooms for a convention.
Okay, we're looking | at a mild concussion, bruised ribs, | nothing broken.
You're lucky | you're in such good shape.
Are you a football player | or were you born this way? Case.
I'm workin' on a case.
Getty Caulfield.
Well, right now, you're | at the Hoff Medical Center.
And all you should be | working on is getting better.
Now what's your name? Michael.
Michael Long.
L- O-N-G? Yeah.
Ah.
I'm a police officer.
I gotta report in.
Oh! At the moment, Officer Long, the only ticket | you're gonna be writing is the one on the nightstand | for your meals.
And I suggest you stay away | from the chicken surprise.
It'll only keep | you here longer.
The pretty girl | won't like that.
Pretty girl? What pretty girl? The brunette | who's been asking for you ever since you checked in | last night.
I don't know anybody.
| Brunette? Well, let's not worry | about that now.
And I wouldn't worry about | Getty Caulfield, either.
He's been dead | for almost a year.
He's dead? I read the papers.
Dr.
Adler, wanted in surgery.
My face.
My God, what happened | to my face? Hey, what's the matter | with you? What did you say? We're here.
| Comes to $12.
95.
I told you to take me | to 1834 Shoreborne Ave.
Well, that's where | you are.
But there's supposed to be | an apartment building here.
My apartment building.
Look, buddy, what's supposed to be here | is beyond my control.
Now, what about | the $12.
95? What? Oh.
Ah.
Don't tell me.
"My wallet was | here a minute ago.
" Ah, forget it.
Wait a minute.
Just take me | to the police station.
Eleventh precinct.
| I work there.
Yeah, sure.
Hey! Wait a minute! Michael, wait.
You talkin' to me? Here, take this, please.
Who are you? Do you know me? If I did not have | such a wonderful self-image, I would be crushed.
You'd think a man would be | a little more receptive when the girl he was with | returns his stuff.
Call me, okay? Wait, wait a minute! Wait! Gone? What do you mean, | "gone"? This is a hospital, | not a high school.
You don't need a note | from your mother to come and go.
He left AMA, | against medical advice.
Well, how was he | when you last saw him? A little scattered | from the concussion, but nothing serious.
Normal disorientation.
This chart states | his name is Michael Long.
In the absence of ID, we usually take | a patient's word.
You'd be amazed | at some of the names we get.
Michael Long? Devon, | what's happened to him? With a head injury, | I'm afraid some form of amnesia | may not be unlikely.
When we picked up KITT | at the police impound, all he could give us was the ambulance | number to trace to the hospital.
He couldn't have known | this had happened to Michael.
We got to | find him fast.
He'd go where | Michael Long would've gone.
To his old apartment.
Or his precinct.
I'm afraid Michael | is out there somewhere living the life of a man | who's been dead for two years.
Oh, that's, uh, | authorized personnel only.
Can I help you? Are you subbin' | for Jerry? Jerry? Oh, you mean | Sgt.
Brinkman.
He's retired.
What can I do for you? Retired? What are you talkin' about? Who are you anyway? You've never worked | the desk before.
Look, if you've got a problem, | I'm here to help.
If not, I've got | a lot of work to do.
Hey! I'm not gonna | tell you again.
You don't go in there.
I've got business in there.
My name is Michael Long, serial number 10509, | badge number 8043.
I don't know about you, | but I work here.
This is the wrong precinct to try to pass yourself off | as Michael Long.
He was a good cop.
All the guys | took his death hard.
Devon Miles, please.
I've reprogrammed | KITT to seek Michael and self-activate | if he finds him.
Good.
Good.
Yes? Are you sure? See if you can keep him | there until we arrive.
Thank you, Officer.
Come on.
| They've found him.
I don't want | any trouble.
I just want to get | some answers.
We don't want | any trouble either.
Let me buy you a cup of | coffee.
We'll talk about it.
Don't play | good cop with me.
I know | all those games.
Now, come on, | fella, calm down.
Let go of me! You okay? Yeah.
Devon, ApriI, wait.
| I've located MichaeI.
MichaeI, MichaeI.
MichaeI, please.
Stop.
It's me, KITT.
All right, out! Hands away from your body.
This is not quite the reunion | I'd hoped for, MichaeI.
I said, get out of the car.
MichaeI, have you really | forgotten me? Are you all right? No.
No, I'm confused.
Nothing makes sense | to me anymore.
This face It's not my face.
My whole world | has disappeared.
And now, | I'm talking to a car.
I think I can explain | everything, MichaeI.
How do you know my name? We're partners, you and I.
We're a team.
| Please, let me help you.
Get in.
No, thanks.
As you pointed out, | I'm only a car.
Please.
Trust me.
I've never seen | anything like this.
Hey, what's going on? Let me out.
| Let me out of here! I'm sorry, MichaeI, | but I can't do that.
ApriI's programmed me | specifically to help find you and return you | to the Foundation.
Let me out! | I said, open the door! Please forgive me.
Let me out of here! Since we didn't have | any charge to hold him on- Devon, can you hear me? That's KITT.
He's on | the police frequency.
I have MichaeI | and I'm returning him to the Foundation.
| Please rendezvous immediately.
What is this? What are you trying | to tell me? I'm dead? You were Michael Long.
You now have a new identity, | a new purpose.
You are now | Michael Knight.
Why would we go | to all this trouble if we didn't care about you? I don't know.
| I don't know.
That's one of the things, | I'm trying to figure out here.
At the time | of the explosion, you were working on | the Getty Caulfield case.
Do you remember that? I remember the name.
What do you know | about Getty Caulfield? He was a multimillionaire | industrialist.
At the time of his death, | $10 million worth of his privately-owned Alidium | was stolen in transit to | a government facility.
Alidium is an exotic alloy.
It's a vital catalyst | in the space program.
The authorities had given up | all hope of finding it.
They contacted the Foundation.
That's where you | became involved.
You'd found | the thief, remember? You were tracking him.
You chased him | to Bedford Dam, and then we lost | contact with you.
Michael, | please try to remember.
No, no, I am a cop.
Now, if I was looking | for this Alidium, it was police business.
| But, Michael- I work alone, okay? | I want my gun back.
I'm afraid I can't | give it to you.
Why not? The gun is not | registered to you.
It's not legal for you | to carry a gun.
I can't let you leave here and wander the streets alone | not knowing who you are.
Well, you can't stop me.
Devon, | what are we gonna do? If we pressure him anymore, | we'll drive him even further away.
The only thing | we can be sure of is that he won't be alone.
MichaeI.
MichaeI.
Leave me alone.
I'm coming with you, MichaeI.
| We're a team.
Not anymore, | we're not.
Beat it! Get out of here! I'd tell you to get | this through your head, but you're a machine.
So run this through | your data processor.
Get lost! I can't do that, MichaeI.
I'm programmed | to respond to your needs.
Despite your | being unaware of it, you need me.
What if I don't want you? I suppose I'll be quite hurt.
All right.
It's pretty hard to get around | without a set of wheels.
All right.
I drive from here on.
Absolutely.
Providing you'll | promise me one thing.
What? Please do not refer to me | as a car or a set of wheels.
| It's most demeaning.
I'm the Knight Industries | Two Thousand.
You've always called me KITT.
All right, KITT.
Let's see what you can do.
What does this do? MichaeI, | I don't think you- Oh! Whoa! You are hot! Quite true, MichaeI.
Whoa! Is something wrong? You're acting | very strangely, MichaeI.
It's something I keep seeing | over and over again.
It doesn't make | any sense to me.
Fist.
My fist.
The shape of it.
Perhaps if we take | a closer look.
How did you do that? Computer graphics.
It's one of my many | functions, MichaeI.
How about this? I don't know.
I don't know.
You know, | it's a terrible feeling.
Every time I pass a mirror, or see a reflection | in a window, I see a stranger's face.
I wish I could help you | regain your memory, especially your memory of me.
We have quite | a history together.
Yeah, well, that's why we're going back | to the dam to see | if it'll help me remember.
This place has been deserted | for eight years.
Why would the thief | have come out here? My only information | on Bedford Dam is that it's marked | for demolition.
Even its hydraulic works | were recently auctioned off.
KITT, what was I doing out here? Chasing the suspect, | MichaeI.
He ran up | that center lock.
Chasing him.
I was chasing him.
MichaeI, there's a man with | a gun on top of the dam.
MichaeI? KITT, I need some help! It's about time.
Why did he stop firing? Quite possibly | because he's gone.
What do you mean? He can't be gone.
It doesn't matter, | MichaeI.
He simply disappeared.
You out of your mind? What are you | shootin' at out there? That guy in the black car.
I told you we should've | checked the body.
What are you talkin' about? He's not dead, Frank.
Well, that's too bad for him.
All that trouble | to stay alive, and now he's gonna | have to die again.
I'm sorry, MichaeI, | but I'm not picking up any human life | readings in this area.
What exactly do you expect to find | in that wallet, MichaeI? I don't know, KITT.
Hopefully something | to identify the girl who gave it to me.
She's tied into this thing | one way or another.
If only I had a police lab, I could run | an analysis on this thing.
We can do it | right here, MichaeI.
Uh No, thanks.
I don't smoke.
It's not an ashtray.
| It's a chemicaI analyzer.
With it, we can detect any identifiable | qualities of the wallet.
You are a regular wonder | on wheels, aren't you? I like to think so.
KITT.
You said you knew me | before the accident.
What was Michael Knight like? MichaeI Knight | was bright, agile, and often quite logicaI.
He was also stubborn, | impatient, readily distracted | by pretty girls and he listened to, possibly, | the most appalling music to ever shatter my airwaves.
Sounds like my kind of guy.
Yes, that's what | I'm afraid of.
It's an extremely | high-grade leather imprinted by a method used only by | fashionable boutiques.
Fashionable boutiques, huh? Leaves a lot of | ground to cover.
Under normaI | circumstances, yes.
However, | this particular wallet was purchased at | a shop called Caine's.
Caine's.
I'm impressed.
I mean, how does a chemical analyzer | identify a store? It didn't.
| There's a card inside.
Good work, KITT.
Oh, one other thing | about MichaeI Knight.
What's that? I was extremely | fond of him.
Well, the girl who | bought the wallet lives at 1735 Hollyway Lane, | apartment 305.
Her name is Cara.
Cara Caulfield, as in Getty Caulfield.
Ah! Security system.
Should I say thanks? If you do, | I'll say, "You're welcome.
" Thanks.
De nada.
Hello, Cara.
Michael, you're early.
| Come in.
The lasagna won't be ready | for another half-hour so I hope you're not | starving to death.
Why don't we go ahead | and open the wine? Who are you? Oh, look at that.
| I don't have a corkscrew.
Be an angel.
Go to the liquor store | and get one for me, will you? I don't know you.
And I've never been | here before, and you're not | waiting for me.
So why don't you just tell me | what's going on like why you handed me a gun | and a wallet full of money? I was trying to help you, that's all.
| Isn't that enough? Can't you just accept that | and leave? No, it's not enough.
It's not nearly enough.
What's your relationship | with Getty Caulfield? He was my grandfather.
Now please get out of here.
Why? Are you expecting someone? Are you? | Who's coming over? Frank.
Who's Frank? He's my boyfriend.
Was.
I met Frank in college.
He told me Grandpa was selling | the Alidium to the military.
He said it was wrong | to use it to hurt people.
He said he'd see to it that it was used | for peaceful projects.
And the next thing I knew, you'd been hurt, | almost killed, and when I saw you | in the hospital so helpless- So you brought me a gun so I could protect | myself against Frank.
I want to tell | Frank that it's over.
That's what I'm going | to tell him when he gets here.
You've got to get out | of here.
Please.
If he sees you here, he'll What? He'll kill you.
Well, that's the chance | I got to take.
Because until I can | find him, until I find out what happened | at the dam out there, a very big piece | of my life is missing.
Help! Somebody, help! | Please, help! KITT, I need you! He does choose the most | precarious locations.
MichaeI, Jump! Cara must have called | the police, KITT.
I'm afraid so.
You in the black car, | come out with your hands up.
Does it always | get this heavy? When we get a moment, | I'll tell you stories that will stand | your hair on end.
Well, I think we lost them.
I'm afraid not.
We've merely left | them somewhat behind.
I never thought | I'd say this, but this is one time I'd like to see a couple | of black-and-whites disappear.
Would you settle | for us disappearing? What have you got in mind? Don't tell me.
Magic.
Keep your eye on | the white handkerchief.
Welcome to | the Foundation's mobile unit.
Wow! You guys don't | fool around, do you? I hope.
Are you | beginning to remember? Well, you came here.
KITT brought me.
| Well, I see.
I was hoping | you'd acted on your own.
Devon, before the explosion, were we friends? I'd like to think so.
I'm glad to hear that.
Oh.
Michael, | this is a com-link.
You had one before, but this one has | a boosted intake receptor.
With this, | you can talk to KITT with less | structural interference.
We don't want | to lose you again.
I wish I could | remember you two.
I really do.
All right, KITT said the dam | was going to be demolished.
I'd like to know all | there is to know about it.
Like who bought | the hydraulic works? We'll check it out | for you.
Seems to me | you're hooked up to every computer | in the world here.
Think you could get me | some background information on one guy | named Frank Poole? Sure, | let's see what we've got.
Frank Poole, a graduate student | in art at Reed College for about 10 years | on and off.
He was a founder | of a radical political group and he has | three arrests.
One for drugs, | and two for armed robbery.
He won't let her go.
| He'll kill her.
Looks like you've chosen | sides, Cara.
You and your friend Knight | are the only loose ends left.
I'm gonna use you as bait.
You're going to | bring him to me.
And then | you're both gonna die.
Cara.
MichaeI, have you found her? KITT? Yes, MichaeI? Uh, no.
She's gone.
Looks like she left | in a real big hurry.
Wait a minute.
Bingo! Frank Poole was | an art student.
He's probably got a studio.
Can you get me | an address, KITT? Say no more, MichaeI.
Looks like | it's remote control.
Can you do | your magic on this one, KITT? With pleasure.
This place doesn't | look like an art studio.
It looks more like | an industriaI accident.
We're not here | to critique the work.
Whatever happened to | the sensuaI lines of Henry Moore or the clean whimsy | of a Calder? MichaeI, I ask you, | is nothing sacred? It is grotesque | and absolutely humiliating.
I kind of like it.
Oh, really? MichaeI, look out! Thank you, MichaeI.
You've improved it | immensely.
I'll ask you only once.
Where's Frank Poole? At the dam.
But you | might as well forget it.
The girl's as good | as dead by now.
I got a hunch that door is not gonna | stand in our way.
MichaeI, this is beginning | to sound like old times.
MichaeI, I pride myself on never pointing out | the obvious but I'm afraid | we're driving into a trap.
I'm not worried, KITT.
| I have an edge.
A secret weapon.
Really? What is it? You.
You know, I remember getting inside | the dam somewhere.
There was an opening.
| I'm sure of it.
MichaeI, | I wish I could read minds but that's one power ApriI | hasn't programmed me for.
It's your turn.
You must | remember what you did when you got to | the other side of the dam.
Other side.
The other side.
| I think that's it, KITT.
The door is on the other side.
| I remember now.
Scan inside the dam and see | if you can locate Cara.
Something is still interfering | with my infrared, MichaeI.
I can only create | an approximation based on water | and air displacement.
Cara! Cara, can you hear me? Michael! Michael! Cara! Help! Cara! You in there, Cara? Help! KITT! I'm in the hydraulic room.
I can hear Cara.
| Can you detect anything? Negative, MichaeI.
| The dam is catacombed.
That sound could | originate from anywhere.
I remember.
I remember now.
KITT.
I remember now.
The gears are fake.
Frank made them | out of Alidium.
That's what's interfered | with reception, MichaeI.
Alidium.
According to | Devon's research, the hydraulics have been | sold to the Middle East.
I bet that's how Frank | planned to get the Alidium out of the country.
| Some peaceful purpose! KITT, I need you up here.
Where is she? She's in a runoff pipe, deep in one | of the lock towers.
Help yourself, man.
| You'll never find her.
Don't you count on it.
KITT, you said you can pick | up any water displacement.
Scan the dam for | any sudden activity.
MichaeI, I've pinpointed it in a small pipe section | above the aqueduct.
It's 15 feet in, | and it's filling with water.
KITT, Cara's in there.
We got to find a way | to break the pipe.
Can you use a laser? It will take too long.
If we hit the outside wall, wouldn't the impact | create a shock wave big enough | to shatter the pipe inside and let the water out? It would if I could | find a weak spot in the internaI | wall structure, but it's a long shot.
It's our only shot.
I read you loud | and clear, MichaeI.
I may have located | a weak spot, MichaeI.
Let's go for it.
Help! Help! Michael! It's okay.
It's okay.
Here you go.
| It's okay.
Come on.
Come on.
Yeah.
It's okay.
Good work, pal.
It's all right.
April, are you certain | you've packed the correct release forms? Positive, Devon.
Everything you'll need | is in here.
Good.
But one | can't be too careful.
Especially if one | is responsible for transferring the Alidium | to its rightful home.
Hi! Just thought I'd come over | and say goodbye.
Goodbye? Yeah, well, | you two can handle the trip.
And my memory | is still not intact.
I thought | I'd take a week or two and try | and straighten it out.
Well, since you're still not | feeling up to par, of course.
Thanks.
I thought I'd go to the beach and try out some of my old | Swamp Fox techniques.
Tracking, you know? Have fun.
Devon, do you think he'll ever fully | regain his memory? It's hard to tell.
These things have a way of Swamp Fox! What? Why, that conniver! Don't you see? | He's fully recovered.
He remembers everything.
| He just wanted a vacation.
Welcome back, MichaeI.
I thought as a present | I'd play you some of that appalling music | you like so much.
Thanks, buddy.
Come on, | let's shatter some airwaves.
You know, I've been thinking.
I could have April install | an electronic board in here and she could hook it | up to your speakers.
MichaeI.
Yeah, KITT? Don't press your luck.
Whatever you say, pal.
Whatever you say.