"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." "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." "You've been awfully quiet tonight." "What's the matter, you homesick?" "No." "However, it will be nice to see April and Devon again." "You're homesick." "Hey, you!" "Stop!" "Stop or I'll shoot!" "KITT, what was that?" "A pistol shot, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael, but I have the feeling you're not referring to my technical proficiency." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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?" "Michael, 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, Michael." "I'm detecting some electrical 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, Michael." "Carnauba wax and glycerol 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, Michael." "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, Michael, 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." "Michael, I was just about to contact you." "Any luck with Griffin?" "More than I'd hoped for." "What's up?" "Well, April'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." "Michael, 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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael, I've been thinking of changing my name." "Oh, yeah?" "What's that, pal?" "KITT the cat." "Sorry about the other swan."