[Theme music]
NARRATOR: 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.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Suspenseful instrumental music continues]
[Alarm beeping]
Freeze.
[Knock on door]
Come in.
[Slow instrumental music]
GUARD 1: Sorry to bother you.
GUARD 1: We caught this guy prowling around Sector A.
- Good work. - Should I call the police?
No. I'll take care of it from here.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Good night, Mr. Stevens.
Good evening, Michael. I'd like you to meet the President of Delton Micronics.
- Elliot Stevens, Michael Knight. - Mr. Stevens.
- Where'd they catch you? - Outside the programming room.
Even without KITT's assistance, you managed to penetrate...
- the outer security perimeter? - Only because I've been well trained, Devon.
But once I got right about here, it was all over.
You couldn't enter the programming room?
No, not without the access code. Mr. Stevens...
whoever is stealing your software is doing it from the inside.
I was afraid of that.
You know, sometimes I wish I still ran this company out of my garage.
I'm just not prepared to deal with industrial espionage.
Fortunately, the Foundation is.
Mr. Stevens, how many of your employees have access to the programming room?
Myself and four others.
I can't believe any of them would steal our prototypes.
Why not?
Computer software is a boom or bust industry.
One lucky strike, and you're an instant millionaire.
- You're living proof of that. - And look what I got to show for it:
An ulcer and a new set of corporate types who demand more profits.
All I ever wanted to do was design video games.
It still baffles me that they've become so popular.
[Video game beeping]
KITT: Sorry, Bonnie. Would you care to try again?
No, thank you, KITT. You know how low my resistance is.
I don't want to get hooked on Space Cadet.
KITT: Whatever you say.
However, I'd like to point out that this is a game of skill.
Designed not only to challenge one's hand-eye coordination...
but to stimulate strategic thinking as well.
As long as you put it that way, one more quick one.
KITT: If you say so.
[Video game beeping]
Hello, Bonnie.
- How are you doing with KITT? - Fine.
His data banks are overflowing with everything on Delton Micronics...
personnel files, business reports, stockholders, leading competitors.
Not to mention their entire line of video games.
Video games? Which one are you playing?
BONNIE: Space Cadet. KITT: Care to play, Michael?
Hey, Devon, wanna play? See if you can beat me?
I have no intention of engaging in a game of Space Cadet.
Why not?
DEVON: I fail to understand the attraction of a frivolous pastime.
I bet your mother used to tell you the same thing when you'd play cricket.
Cricket? Frivolous?
Actually, it was my nanny.
And I happened to be in kindergarten at the time.
You're never too old for video games.
[Video game beeping]
KITT: Sorry, Michael. MICHAEL: Try it sometime. You'll like it.
Catch you later.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Thunder cracking]
KITT, give me a rundown on the four suspects, will you?
KITT: Certainly, Michael.
[KITT humming]
KITT: Each of the individuals possesses a degree in computer science...
and is considered a top man in the profession.
The two men pictured have been close friends of Elliot Stevens since college.
And would seem highly unlikely to betray him.
What about the other two?
KITT: Unfortunately, the personal data I've compiled...
sheds no light whatsoever on their potential for criminal behaviour.
MICHAEL: Meaning, you're stumped. KITT: Maybe if I did cross-referencing.
KITT, isn't there any information in the files...
anything at all that looks out of the ordinary?
KITT: I'm not sure if this fits in that category.
But one of the suspects maintains two local addresses.
Who's that?
KITT: Julian Groves.
FLANNERY: Great. Let me see your moves.
[Pop music playing]
FLANNERY: Wonderful.
FLANNERY: All right. Far out. Get down. Great.
You done?
Hey, listen, thanks a lot.
FLANNERY: Shall I send you copies from Des Moines?
- Don't they skate out there? - No, we're still into Hula-Hoops.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
MICHAEL: Sure this is the place?
KITT: As per my data...
Julian has a court reserved for this time every Wednesday morning.
MICHAEL: "Hillsdale Tennis Club."
We gotta start somewhere. Might as well be here.
- Hi. That fresh? - Squeezed it myself.
- How about a double? - Coming right up.
MICHAEL: She's really putting on a show out there.
- What'd you say? - I was just checking out that...
That's Connie Chasen. She's one of our instructors.
No kidding?
What do you want, more money?
The money has nothing to do with it. You can have all the money back.
I just want out.
I'm afraid it's not that easy, Julian.
The fact is you're an industrial spy.
And since that fact is so easy to bring to the attention of the police...
- Wait. You wouldn't do that. - I wouldn't want to, Julian.
All I want is you to bring me the last programme you promised me.
Wait a minute. You don't understand. There's this...
There's this strange woman. She's following me around.
She's even taking pictures of me.
You're letting the pressure get to you.
No one's after you. You don't have a thing to worry about.
I took the liberty of bringing you a refill.
- That wasn't necessary. - But it gave me a great excuse to come here.
- Hi. I'm Michael Knight. You play? - What?
Tennis. No, I was thinking about taking lessons.
- You're not a member here? - Not exactly.
CONNIE: Come on. I'll buy you a celery tonic.
You know her? She's an instructor here. You might talk to her.
CONNIE: Celery tonic. JULIAN: Yeah, same thing.
You should take it easy.
There she is.
- There who is? - The girl that's been tailing me.
JULIAN: I gotta get out of here. CONNIE: Julian.
Excuse me.
[Solemn instrumental music]
KITT: Michael, Julian just left.
KITT: He seemed to be in quite a hurry. MICHAEL: I know.
MICHAEL: Let's find out why. KITT: You got it, pal.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
KITT: What did you learn about Julian?
Two things, KITT. He's a lousy tennis player...
and we're not the only ones interested in him.
KITT: Is the other interested party an attractive brunette?
MICHAEL: Good guess, KITT.
KITT: She's been following us since we left the tennis club.
KITT: Why are we slowing down? MICHAEL: I don't want to lose her.
MICHAEL: Not yet anyway. KITT: What about Julian?
Keep him on the tracking scope. We'll get back to him later.
Meanwhile, let's find a cosy corner...
where we can have a little talk with our curious lady friend.
[Tyres screeching]
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
All right, lady, out.
Hold it right there and put your hands up.
Who are you?
I got the gun. That means I get to ask the questions.
KITT: Is that the way it works?
You never, ever point a gun at somebody unless you intend to use it.
You got that? I think it's time we had a real serious discussion here.
FLANNERY: Thank God you're here. You saved my life.
FLANNERY: He pulled me over, dragged me out, was about to assault me.
- Assault you? - Be careful, Officer. I think he's dangerous.
Turn around and assume the position.
- Now, wait a minute. - Hands on your head.
FLANNERY: My gosh. He had a gun. MICHAEL: Officer, that's not my gun.
Never is.
Now, who says there's never a cop around when you need one?
[Slow instrumental music]
KITT: Michael, I'm glad you're back. MICHAEL: So am I.
MICHAEL: I don't like jails. KITT: I don't like police impounds.
MICHAEL: KITT, you checked that license plate?
KITT: If you're referring to the brunette...
the car is registered under the name of Flannery Roe.
MICHAEL: Address? KITT: 28-18, Euclid Avenue.
I take it that's our immediate destination.
MICHAEL: You got that right.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
KITT: Here we are, Michael. MICHAEL: Okay, sit tight.
[Slow instrumental music]
Flannery?
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
MICHAEL: Connie Chasen.
[Tense instrumental music]
[Michael groans]
JULIAN: Hello? CONNIE: Hello, Julian?
CONNIE: I'm free tonight. JULIAN: Tonight?
- Isn't that a little premature? - I really want to see you, Julian.
Can't it wait till the end of the week?
CONNIE: No, something's happened. It has to be tonight.
JULIAN: Connie, I don't think this is a good idea. What about that girl that...
Would you stop worrying so much?
Now, what time do you get through with work?
- 8:00. But, Connie... - Perfect. I'll meet you at your place at 8:30.
Don't disappoint me, Julian.
KITT: Michael?
[Slow instrumental music]
KITT, you there?
KITT: What happened? Are you all right? MICHAEL: No.
Yeah, I'm fine. Get on the phone to Devon...
and tell him I need background information on one Connie Chasen.
MICHAEL: An instructor at the tennis club. KITT: I'll relay the message now.
Thanks.
Hello, Flannery.
Mr. Knight. I had a feeling our paths would cross again.
Cross is not the word. You don't happen to have some very...
- large associate... - Don't let me interrupt you.
- Go ahead and trash the rest of the place. - I'd like to even the score here...
- but this is not my handiwork. - I see.
If you didn't come to loot and plunder, what brings you here?
I want to find out what your connection is with Julian Groves.
- I don't know any Julian Groves. - I know you were hired to tail the man.
I just want to find out why.
That is privileged information, Mr. Knight.
If I tell you anything, I'd be violating the confidential relationship with my client.
Let me give you some advice here.
MICHAEL: Just lay off Julian Groves. FLANNERY: That sounds more like an order.
Maybe it is an order, but just stay out of my way.
- Stay out of my office. - You're in way over your head here.
If you're not real careful, you're gonna drown.
[Telephone ringing]
LINDA: Hello? FLANNERY: Hello, Mrs. Groves?
FLANNERY: It's Flannery Roe. LINDA: Hello, Flannery. How's it going?
Except for a few minor setbacks...
it looks like tonight's gonna be the clincher.
What do you mean?
They're getting together at Julian's apartment.
I see.
FLANNERY: I know this isn't easy, but in the long run...
you're gonna be glad you hired me.
I'll call you in the morning and we'll set a time to get together...
and discuss the next step.
Okay, whatever you say.
LINDA: Goodbye, Flannery. FLANNERY: Bye-bye.
DEVON: Your friend Miss Chasen has, shall we say, a rather colourful background.
Not only is she a gifted athlete...
she was formerly one of the top fashion models in New York.
Where according to society pages...
she was romantically involved with the wealthiest men on the East Coast.
What's she been doing lately?
She's been keeping a rather low profile.
Apart from her job at the tennis club...
she's been playing bit parts in several unremarkable movies.
So we're talking about a very ambitious and very attractive young lady.
- I'd say so. - Then what's she doing with Julian Groves?
KITT: As I understand, Michael, you think Connie's been using Julian.
MICHAEL: Let's say it's more than a hunch and less than a certainty.
KITT: But we have no proof. MICHAEL: How about a little patience, huh?
[Dance music playing]
KITT: Does that sound like business or pleasure?
MICHAEL: You got me, pal.
[Telephone ringing]
- Julian, where the hell are you? - How did you know it was me?
I'm psychic. Did you get what I asked for?
JULIAN: Yeah, I got it.
I don't think I'll be able to get it out of here.
What do you mean?
There's a party here for some of the secretaries.
- There's dozens of people. I don't think... - Listen to me.
JULIAN: It doesn't make... CONNIE: Relax.
Take a deep breath. Count to 10.
[Exhaling]
CONNIE: You'll be fine.
[Exhales]
Now, isn't that better?
- Yeah, I think so. I can't tell. - Good.
Now just walk out like everything's normal. Nobody will notice you.
Okay.
- Okay, I'll see you in 15 minutes. - Great.
[Tense instrumental music]
Okay, KITT, give it your best shot.
[KITT hums]
[Michael exclaims in surprise]
Looks like Julian had his hand in the cookie jar again, huh?
KITT: Just as you suspected. Shall we apprehend him?
No, not yet.
He's only half the equation. We follow what's in that briefcase.
Lock him in on the tracking scope.
[KITT humming]
[KITT beeps]
[Panting]
What's he doing?
KITT: As far as I can tell, he's hyperventilating.
[Laughs]
MICHAEL: Here we go, KITT.
KITT: It looks like he's heading for home. MICHAEL: Thanks, pal.
[Fats-paced instrumental music]
KITT: Do you see what I see? MICHAEL: Afraid so, KITT. It's Flannery.
[Screams]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Spanish music playing]
Thank you.
- Flannery, maybe you should eat something. - No, thanks.
This is about all my stomach can handle right now.
You just had a pretty strong dose of reality.
It'll take you a while to shake it off.
It was my first murder, that's all.
They say once you get the first one under your belt, it hardens you.
No, that's not true. You never get used to it.
Are you some kind of expert?
Not really.
Look, Michael, you don't have to stay here and hold my hand.
Flannery, did it ever occur to you...
that you might not be cut out for this kind of business?
No.
And why would you even ask me that question?
Because I'm a woman?
Because without the support of a big, strong man, I'd fall to pieces?
MICHAEL: That's not what I meant. FLANNERY: Sure.
This whole thing is Julian's fault, not mine.
If he wasn't cheating on his wife, this wouldn't have happened.
- Julian wasn't cheating on his wife. - That's your opinion.
I happen to believe otherwise.
Julian is a devious little worm. I wouldn't put anything past him...
- including murder. - Is that what you're gonna tell his wife?
She hired me to learn the truth.
We don't even know the truth yet, not all of it.
I thought you weren't an expert.
MICHAEL: You want a ride home? FLANNERY: No, thank you.
Despite what you may think, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
I hope so. I really do.
DEVON: The police want Julian in for questioning.
Devon, I'm telling you, Julian didn't do it.
Your intuition notwithstanding, he's the number one suspect.
He may be a thief, but Julian Groves is no murderer.
Unfortunately, he's not around to proclaim his innocence.
What do you expect? Put yourself in his shoes.
He goes to his room to meet Connie. He finds her dead.
Would you hang around?
Especially if you got a briefcase worth $1 million?
- That's pure speculation. - What's Julian's motive?
What could he possibly gain by killing her?
[lntercom buzzing]
Yes? Show him in.
We've lost it.
The source code for our hottest new game disappeared last night.
We know.
You told me you had reason to believe Julian was the thief.
All you had to do was nab him and we'd have the programme.
We wanted to find out who was buying as well as selling your secrets.
The only time I try to kill two birds with one stone...
is when I know for damn sure they're not gonna fly away.
Julian's a fugitive now. He certainly won't be coming back to work.
MR. STEVENS: At least we eliminated the espionage problems.
The point is, who was Julian selling the programmes to?
There are so many new companies.
Your guess is as good as mine.
We're not in the guessing business, Mr. Stevens.
You might as well be.
I believe we have nothing further to talk about.
You're right.
I've gotta start working on some excuses for my board of directors.
I'll see you around.
DEVON: Michael, where are you going?
There may not be anything to talk about, but I'll get some questions answered.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
How you doing?
- You're the orange juice, right? - Good memory.
I'm sorry about that instructor. I read it in the papers this morning.
- It's a hell of a way to go. - Yeah.
- Did you know her well? - What do you mean?
From what I read between the lines, she liked to live in the fast lane.
Hey, who cares, huh? The lady's dead.
There's no sense dragging her name through the mud.
I'm sorry.
Flannery, what are you doing here?
FLANNERY: That's none of your business. MICHAEL: I'm gonna make it my business.
MICHAEL: I thought you learned something about yourself last night.
What I learned was that the tough don't have to get going...
- just 'cause the going gets tough. - Flannery, one person is dead here.
Don't try to scare me.
All I'm trying to do is keep you from getting hurt.
Thanks, but danger is my business...
Will you stop playing junior private eye for a minute and listen to me?
In spite of all your snooping around, you got no idea what's going on.
Julian and Connie have a business relationship.
She was his middleman, not his mistress.
Why do you insist on protecting Julian?
MICHAEL: He can't be a murderer. FLANNERY: You're crazy.
I'm crazy. Do you have any idea where I might find Julian?
If I did, why should I tell you?
- This is my case. - Yeah, you have it your way.
KITT: Michael, what makes you think Julian's wife will cooperate?
MICHAEL: I'm an eternal optimist, KITT.
[Slow instrumental music]
Mrs. Groves? I'm Michael Knight.
I already told the police everything I know.
- Wait. I'm not with the police department. - One of the papers?
- No, I'm a friend. - lf you're a friend, then you'll go away.
- It's very important that I find your husband. - I wish I could help you...
but I haven't spoken to Julian in weeks. He could be in...
Afghanistan for all I know or care.
No, that's not true.
- That he's not in Afghanistan? - No.
That you don't care.
Okay. I care.
I know that Julian's in a lot of trouble.
But honest to God, I don't know where he is.
But I do know that he couldn't have killed that girl.
He may have been fooling around with her, but he didn't kill her.
- He wasn't fooling around with her. - How do you know?
- Can I come in? - Yeah.
Mrs. Groves, your husband wasn't fooling around with Connie Chasen.
Your husband was stealing computer programmes from Delton Micronics.
Connie Chasen was just taking them off his hands.
- You mean he wasn't... They... - No, they weren't.
Maybe that's why he started acting so strangely.
MICHAEL: What do you mean?
Well, it used to be...
that Julian spent all his free time with his computer.
All he cared about was his work.
I mean, he never had any interest at all in sports.
And then one day, he decides he wants to play tennis.
- Next, he's fishing. - He mention where he went fishing?
Shaker Lake.
KITT: Michael, are you all right?
MICHAEL: Yeah, KITT, I'm just thinking. KITT: About what?
I think Julian's fishing trips were a cover for something else.
Punch up the dates when the thefts were reported, will you?
Check this out.
Each of Julian's trips took place a day or two after a robbery.
All right, plot me the fastest course to Shaker Lake. Let's go.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
KITT: There are two things I don't understand.
Only two?
KITT: What were his fishing trips a cover for?
My guess is they gave him a place to stash the payoff money.
There's his car, KITT. Looks like we hit the jackpot.
KITT: Michael, my sensors are picking up two voices emanating from the cabin.
Two voices?
JULIAN: Take all the computer programmes and the money Connie gave me.
ARMAND: That's very generous of you. Now put the briefcase in the gym bag.
JULIAN: You've got to believe me. I didn't kill her. I swear.
Sure, Julian. You can tell me all about it on the way back to town.
[Both groaning]
[Tense instrumental music]
- Who are you? - I'll tell you later. You stay put.
KITT: Michael, behind you. ARMAND: One more move, and the lady dies.
MICHAEL: You don't know what you're getting yourself into here.
That's what you think. Let's go.
ARMAND: You come with me. FLANNERY: You sure?
I'm really not good company and we have so little in common.
If you wanna leave, just leave. You don't need the girl.
She's my insurance policy.
There's one road out of this dump. If I see either one of you on it, the lady dies.
FLANNERY: Aren't you gonna do something? ARMAND: Yeah.
He's gonna wave goodbye. Let's go.
Who is she? And who are you, anyway?
Believe it or not, she's a private eye.
I'm Michael Knight. I work for the Foundation for Law and Government.
- Julian, I got to bring you in. - I had to ask.
It's time to put your life back together and stop running.
What about Armand? Are you gonna let him get away scot-free?
No, I'm not. Come on.
You know, you really should have both hands on the wheel.
Shut up, huh? I don't need you to tell me how to drive.
It was merely a suggestion.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
There's that black car again. I'd hate to show them I wasn't bluffing.
What are you talking about? There's no car back there.
- There was a minute ago. - Let's try to hold it together, okay, Armand?
[Fast-paced instrumental music intensifies]
JULIAN: It all started at the tennis club.
She wanted me to show her a programme. That's the only way I was involved.
You got to believe me. I didn't kill her.
I believe you, Julian. But from now on, it's up to the police.
ARMAND: What the...
There's nobody driving that... You see that?
ARMAND: There's nobody driving the car. FLANNERY: Get a hold of yourself.
[KITT honking]
KITT: Pull over. ARMAND: I don't believe this!
KITT: Didn't you hear me? I said, pull over.
You better do what he says. That car means business.
[Tyres screeching]
[KITT hums]
What the...
MICHAEL: Nice work, KITT. KITT: Just following your instructions.
[Both groaning]
MICHAEL: All right, you're too dumb to be the brains behind this whole scam.
- I want some names. - I don't know.
You're in for murder, extortion and kidnapping.
MICHAEL: You wanna go to prison alone? ARMAND: Get out.
She was my old lady. Why should I kill her?
She was having some action on the side.
I was cool about that.
- Who was it? - I don't know.
I never saw him.
I knew she had somebody on the side. I don't know who.
All right, get out of here. He's all yours.
Julian.
I'm sorry.
- Are you sure this is absolutely necessary? - Yeah, it is.
But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to help you.
[Police radio chattering]
FLANNERY: What can I say, except I'm sorry.
I never thought to give your husband the benefit of the doubt.
As long as Julian's safe, that's all I care about.
- Would you like to see him? - Of course.
But I feel sort of funny seeing him now after everything that's happened.
I'll go along, if you like. It's the least I can do...
- after all the anguish I've caused you. - Thanks.
LINDA: Just give me a second to get ready, okay?
- Sure. - Linda, I got one quick question.
You told me Julian was never interested in sports, right?
Not until he joined that stupid tennis club.
LINDA: That's when all the problems started. MICHAEL: Why did he join?
- A man at work talked him into it. - Do you remember who that was?
Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.
[Telephone ringing]
- Hello? - You don't know me, Mr. Stevens...
but I'm an old friend of Connie Chasen's.
We went through modelling school together back in New York.
Is that what you called to tell me?
The night Connie was killed, she brought a briefcase to my apartment.
She said if anything happened to her, I should get in touch with you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- I'll just turn it over to the police, then. - No, wait.
You don't have to do that.
Connie also said there'd be some money in it for me.
All right.
- Where can I meet you? - How about the tennis club?
Okay, the tennis club.
- How will I know you? - I'll know you.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
I believe we spoke on the telephone earlier.
You have something for me?
And you have something for me?
It's all yours.
I never want to see you again.
It's been a pleasure doing business with you.
KITT: There he is. MICHAEL: Yeah, I see him.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
Let's get him, buddy.
KITT: Michael, I detect an obstruction ahead.
He's getting away in a tow truck.
Let's go, buddy.
[Screams]
[Exclaims]
KITT: He's just ahead, Michael.
All right, let's head him off.
KITT: He's heading for the wrecking yard. MICHAEL: Stay with him, pal.
MICHAEL: You see him?
KITT: There he is.
Michael, it looks like he's going to ram us.
[Screams]
[Exclaims]
KITT: If I had nerves, that would've been nerve-racking.
You know, Devon was wrong.
[Michael panting]
We got lots to talk about.
FLANNERY: I can't figure out what Stevens' motive was.
Devon learned a decision had been made in secret...
to replace Stevens as president of the company.
Unfortunately, he got wind of it...
so Stevens decided to trade Delton's experimental programmes...
to another company in exchange for a future job.
But why would he bring in the Foundation if he was behind the whole caper?
He thought it would remove suspicion from him.
He was setting Julian up to take the fall...
not only for the rip-off, but for Connie's murder, too.
I was so sure all that was going on was a little...
hanky-panky between Julian and Connie.
- God. What'll happen to him? - Julian?
- Under the circumstances, probation. - I hope so.
I'll feel guilty till he and Linda get back together.
What on earth is here?
Julian told me to tell you that is a small token of his appreciation.
- What am I supposed to do with it? - Here, I'll show you.
- Devon, I think you'll find it rather amusing. - Really?
[Video game beeping]
- Watch it, Devon. You'll get hooked. - Never.
[Theme music]