"Michael, 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!" "Michael, jump!" "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're still tracking the truck, Michael?" "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, Michael." "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?" "Michael, 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, April, wait." "I've located Michael." "Michael, Michael." "Michael, please." "Stop." "It's me, KITT." "All right, out!" "Hands away from your body." "This is not quite the reunion I'd hoped for, Michael." "I said, get out of the car." "Michael, 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, Michael." "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, Michael, but I can't do that." "April'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 Michael 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." "Michael." "Michael." "Leave me alone." "I'm coming with you, Michael." "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, Michael." "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?" "Michael, I don't think you..." "Oh!" "Whoa!" "You are hot!" "Quite true, Michael." "Whoa!" "Is something wrong?" "You're acting very strangely, Michael." "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, Michael." "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, Michael." "He ran up that center lock." "Chasing him." "I was chasing him." "Michael, there's a man with a gun on top of the dam." "Michael?" "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, Michael." "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, Michael, but I'm not picking up any human life readings in this area." "What exactly do you expect to find in that wallet, Michael?" "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, Michael." "Uh..." "No, thanks." "I don't smoke." "It's not an ashtray." "It's a chemical 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?" "Michael Knight was bright, agile, and often quite logical." "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 normal 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 Michael 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." "Michael, 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." "Michael, have you found her?" "KITT?" "Yes, Michael?" "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, Michael." "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 industrial accident." "We're not here to critique the work." "Whatever happened to the sensual lines of Henry Moore or the clean whimsy of a Calder?" "Michael, I ask you, is nothing sacred?" "It is grotesque and absolutely humiliating." "I kind of like it." "Oh, really?" "Michael, look out!" "Thank you, Michael." "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." "Michael, this is beginning to sound like old times." "Michael, 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." "Michael, I wish I could read minds but that's one power April 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, Michael." "I can only create an approximation based on water and air displacement." "Cara!" "Cara!" "Cara, can you hear me?" "Michael!" "Michael!" "Cara!" "Help!" "Help!" "Cara!" "You in there, Cara?" "Help!" "KITT!" "I'm in the hydraulic room." "I can hear Cara." "Can you detect anything?" "Negative, Michael." "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, Michael." "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." "Michael, 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 internal wall structure, but it's a long shot." "It's our only shot." "I read you loud and clear, Michael." "I may have located a weak spot, Michael." "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, Michael." "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." "Michael." "Yeah, KITT?" "Don't press your luck." "Whatever you say, pal." "Whatever you say."