All language subtitles for Knight rider s02e07

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,

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.

. 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, 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.