01x22 - Short Notice

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- Having fun now?

- Yeah! What kind of car is this?

- We're gonna watch you tell Tiny how sorry you are 'cause you wasted his brother.



- I'll get you!

- I'm facing a m*rder charge here.



- I'd help you if I could.



- Come back to Long Pine and testify on my behalf and I'll help you get your daughter back.

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.

But where's Mommy? I wanna go with Mommy.

Everything's fine, darling.

You just come with Daddy.

Come on, sweetheart.

Get in the back of the car.

That's a good girl.

Natalie.

! No.

! No! Natalie! No.

! No! Natalie! Natalie.

! Natalie.

! No! I don't understand the concept of fishing, Michael.

What don't you understand, buddy? According to my information, the object of fishing is to catch fish.

That's right.

But we've been gone two days, and despite all the time you've spent fishing, you didn't catch any fish.

They just weren't biting, pal.

That's how fishing is.

Sometimes they bite; sometimes they don't.

Whoa.



- Feel like some company?

- Not particularly.

Hi.

How far you going? How far you wanna go? L.

A.

I'm going through L.

A.

Come on in.

Nice day, huh? You always travel this light? I'm not traveling.

Car trouble? You could say.

Are you all right? I've got some problems.

When I've got problems, I don't make good company.

Okay.

¢ÜHell, we got everything money can buy ¢Ü ¢ÜIt's a place where a face ain't got no name ¢Ü ¢ÜDown here everybody's playing that old sneaky game ¢Ü Only one room left.

Wonderful.

It's got two single beds.

Now, it's up to you.

I don't mind if you don't mind.

I never knew a man who did.

Nicole! Nicole! Michael, what's going on? I don't know, pal, but we're gonna find out.

Let's go! KITT, can you give me a visual on his route? You won't like it.

The water is 15 feet deep, and he'll be going up a 60

-degree incline.



- Any chance we could make it?

- Not on your life, Michael, or mine.

Uh

-oh.

Police.

Does this mean another stay in one of those dreary police impounds? They can't put you in jail for self

-defense, KITT.

On second thought, maybe you'd better call Devon.

Pull up and get out! Stand clear and put your hands over your head.

Devon, they've charged me with second

-degree m*rder.

I'm well aware of that, Michael.

Unfortunately, in the absence of witnesses, self

-defense is rather sticky to prove.

There was a witness that hitchhiker.

Her name's Nicole.

The girl who went through the bathroom window? Yeah.

You make it sound like a story.

The fact that it sounds like a story has nothing to do with me.

I'm afraid it succeeds on its own.

Whose side are you on anyway? Yours, of course.

I just want to be sure that you know what it is you're up against.

Now, the county prosecutor has a respectable case in the making.

Even if the biker had a record, your fingerprints are on the g*n.

It's unregistered.

There's no way to prove it was his.

Do you suppose that this could have something to do with a past case? No! I think it's got something to do with that girl who went out the bathroom window.

Michael, the preliminary hearing is set for Thursday next.

If you're bound over for trial, the prosecutor will start an immediate investigation into your past.

Now, I don't need to tell you how difficult that would be for you, for the Foundation and for the future of our work together.

In that case, I better find Nicole.

Here's the rest of your stuff.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

I'm not here to cause any.

A girl came here about 9:00 last night to make a phone call.

Did you place it for her? She used the public phone.

How'd you get out so soon? Bail.

It's just like people say the criminal justice system these days, it's a revolving door.

Since you haven't asked, I'll tell you.

It was demoralizing, demeaning.

What? Police impound.

Oh.

You had me worried there for a minute.

Michael, I don't think you have any idea what those places are like.

I was surrounded by criminal types with dented fenders and b*llet holes.

Jail was no picnic either, pal.

Devon's calling.

Devon, any luck? You were right, Michael.

It was a collect call.

All right.

Address, por favor? Oh, by the way, Michael, before you rush headlong into this, there's something you ought to know.

The dead man has been identified as Arlon Singleton.

He was a member, believe it or not, of the Satan's Stompers Motorcycle Club, which is currently under federal investigation for everything from contract m*rder to extortion.

If your assumption that Singleton was after Nicole is correct, she could be a very dangerous young lady to be associated with.

All right.

I'll keep that in mind.



- Good luck, Michael.



- Thanks.

Hi, Nicole.

Oh, before you go running off, an old friend stopped by to see you.

Who? You forgot your boots.

Did you lie to me? If you lied to me, I'll skin you alive.

I'm a friend.

Wouldn't you call me a friend? We'll see.

I walked for miles.

I was afraid to even hitchhike.

And then I saw your car and decided to take a chance.

I don't understand.

If your ex

-husband kidnapped your daughter, why haven't you gone to the police? He has temporary custody.

He has what it takes to win in court money.

You don't look like a candidate for legal aid.

This is my father's house.

Dad won't help you? We don't get along.

It's very complicated.

I wouldn't even be here, but he's in Palm Springs on business.

You haven't told me what you want.

Nicole, I want you to come back to Long Pine with me.

I'm sorry.

I need your testimony to prove self

-defense.

I just can't do that.

Why not? My ex will have me k*lled.

Why?

- You just don't give up, do you?

- I'm facing a m*rder charge here.

Now why? I have something he wants something that can hurt him.

What are you talking about? It doesn't matter.

But it's the only w*apon I have, and when I get what I want, he'll get it back.

And you want Natalie.

I want her because I love her.

Harold wants her because I want her.

It's his way of punishing me for leaving him.

I'd help you if I could.

But I have this terrible feeling that if I don't get her now, I never will.

I'm sorry.

I'll tell you what.

You come back to Long Pine and testify on my behalf, and I'll help you get your daughter back.

Deal? Harold, this is Nicole.

Don't talk, please.

Just listen.

I want Natalie back.

You can give her to me and get the film, or you can refuse and I'll go to the U.

S.

Attorney and give the film to him.

You put the U.

S.

Attorney on me, and Natalie's gonna be looking for a new mama.

What's on your mind? Tomorrow morning, 11:00.

Go on.

A friend of mine will make the exchange.

His name is Michael Knight.

Harold, this is our last chance.

If you screw this up, we'll both end up getting hurt.

Can I talk to Natalie for a minute? Is she coming alone? She's not coming at all.

She's sending a friend.

What was that guy's name that wasted Arlon up in Long Pine? Uh Some joker named Knight.

Yeah.

Michael Knight, huh? Looks like you're not gonna have to hunt that boy down at all.

He's coming here tomorrow at 11:00.

What's the matter? He's back.

Who? My father.

It's all right.

Thank you, Paul.

So what are you doing here? I thought you were in Palm Springs until tomorrow, and And what? Decided to bring your latest boyfriend by for some fun and games.

You've got your women confused again, Father.

This is Nicole, not Darlene.



- I see very little difference.



- That's always been the problem, hasn't it? You know, the real victim in your unfortunate life unfortunately isn't you.

It's Natalie.

You don't care about Natalie.

The only time you mention her is when you're angry at me.

! KITT, get me out of here.

Right away, Michael.

I don't care about Natalie? I suppose you do? Hauling her from place to place, living out of a suitcase.

If you'll excuse me This is private property.

You wanna leave? As a matter of fact, I do.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hop in, Michael.

Good grief.

You got that right.

Harold T.

Turner is a hard guy.

So what? We've been up against hard guys before.

Turner is much more than just a hard guy, Michael.

As ex

-president of the Satan's Stompers Motorcycle Club, he has at his disposal over 300 hard guys, not to mention whatever other resources his various underworld activities provide.

He's right, Michael.

According to the federal investigation, the Satan's Stompers have developed extensive ties with criminal organizations.

It's not like Peter Fonda riding around on a chopped Harley with a heart of gold underneath two days' growth of beard.

I'm not trying to talk you into a project here.

I'm trying to save my skin and the Foundation's credibility, and if I can help Nicole get her daughter back, all the better.

Devon, you said it yourself.

If I don't get these charges cut loose at the preliminary hearing, and I'm bound over for trial, that prosecutor's gonna go over my past with a magnifying glass.

This is it.



- What are the pictures of?

- The inside of his safe.

He keeps records of every transaction he makes names, times, places.

He'd do 20 years behind what's in that camera.

You meet me here afterwards.

I'll be waiting.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

One thing puzzled me.

You said something about your father confusing you with Darlene.

Who's Darlene? My mother.

She left him when I was about Natalie's age.

He never forgave her or me.



- Good luck.



- Thanks.

Shall we review the layout again, Michael? I think I've reviewed about as much as I can.

From here on out, KITT, it's just you and me.

Yeah? Michael Knight.

Harold T.

Turner's expecting me.



- No naps.



- Perish the thought.

Tiny didn't think you'd show up.

He said no one was that stupid.

Well, I'm real sorry to let Tiny down.

Tiny.

Sit! Sit.

What you gotta do is you gotta understand, Tiny.

He lost one of his brothers a couple of nights ago in Long Pine.

He's been a little edgy ever since.

Now why don't you give me that and come with me.

Come on.

Come on.

How long you known my wife? I know somebody named Nicole.

Now, what she is or is not to you is none of my concern.

Where's the camera? Where's Natalie? Well, she's outside with Tiny.

You see, he's very good with kids.

Well, now we will find out if what Nicole said is on the film.

Anybody can go out and buy a camera.

It isn't gonna take very long now.

How long you known my wife? Here's a good one, Tiny.

She did it.

She surely did, didn't she? There's one thing you can say about Nicole boy, she was always bad news for every man she ever knew.

What makes you think you're different? Look, do I get Natalie or what? You know what you get? You get what you deserve.

You think Nicole deserves Natalie? She made a deal with you, man.

Come on.

She trusted you.

The woman is my wife, cowboy.

When I was there, she was sleeping in my bed.

When I wasn't, she was in my safe with a camera.

And you're gonna tell me about trust.

Tell Tiny we'll be out there directly.

After you take me to Nicole, we're all gonna come back here and we're gonna watch you tell Tiny how sorry you are because you wasted his brother.

Oh, too far.

I'll get it.

Don't move and don't yell.

I don't wanna hurt you, Tiny.

Mommy! Come on, sweetheart.

Can you climb over the wall? What the hell kind of car is this? Oh, it's full of surprises.

Nicole! You're gonna be one sorry lady! How about some music? You're a condemned man.

You want music? Go ahead.

If you're looking for her, she's gone.

What do you mean, she's gone for a while? Gone gone.

They checked out about an hour ago.

They? She had her kid with her.

Is Nicole here? What makes you think she'd be here? Mr.

Wexley, I don't know what's between you and your daughter, but she and I had an agreement.

I lived up to my end of it.

I wanna make sure she lives up to hers.

Come in.

Is she in trouble again? I don't know.

Yes, I think so.

Have you heard from her? No, no, I haven't heard a thing.

Do you have any idea where she would be, where she would go, who she'd talk to? No.

Nicole's not the kind of girl that leaves bridges intact once she's passed over them.

Do you understand women? I don't understand women.

I thought loving a daughter would be much easier than loving a wife.

Less Less apt to fail.

I was wrong.

It isn't.

The failure is no less painful.

For what it's worth, I don't think Nicole's across that bridge yet not all the way.

If you find her, will you call me? I'll tell her you want me to.

If she agrees, I will.

If I find her.

Thanks.

Mister Mr.

Knight.

I think you're what you said a friend.

She needs a friend.

She telephoned a while ago, asked me to send the rest of her things there.

Why Spencer, Arizona? I don't ask anymore.

Thank you very much.

¢Ü Take me home to see my kin ¢Ü ¢Ü Singin' songs about the Southland ¢Ü ¢ÜI miss ol' 'Bama once again and think it's a sin ¢Ü ¢Ü Well, I heard Mr.

Young sing about her ¢Ü ¢Ü Well, I heard old Neil put her down ¢Ü ¢Ü Well, I hope Neil Young will remember ¢Ü ¢ÜA southern man don't need him around anyhow ¢Ü¢Ü Can I help Hi, Nicole.

How you doing? Let go of my arm.

You owe me.

If you're talking about testifying in Long Pine, I'm sorry.

Harold will know where to find me.

I owe you, but I can't risk losing Natalie again.

I'm sorry.

KITT, keep an eye on me.

When I head for the door, be there.



- Will you be alone?

- Not if I can help it.

Michael, I hope you know what you're doing.

If I end up in police impound again, I'll be forced to lodge a formal complaint.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You sure I can't talk you out of it? Positive.

Cancel that order.

Michael! Hey, Jack, where do you think you're going? Michael! Let me go! Stop it!

- Here we go, pal.



- The sooner the better.

Yes? Is Mr.

Wexley home? No, he's out for the evening.

May I help you? Yeah, I got a telegram here.

Can you sign for it? Who is it from? Somebody, uh, named Nicole.

Shut up.

Don't let anybody steal this car, okay? Okay, I won't.

Take care of her, KITT.

Wow.

You have such big eyes.

They are eyes.

What else can you do? Wow.

My mom's car won't do any of this stuff.

What else can you do? Can you talk? Natalie, you know cars can't talk.

Some cars do.

They say, "Please close the door," and You talked! Didn't you? You did.

What's your name? KITT.

It's short for Knight Industries Two Thousand.

Wait till I tell my mom.



- Natalie, let's keep it a secret.



- Why?

- Just for fun.



- That's no fun.

Try it, just for me.

Guess what.

What, honey? I know a secret.

Good.

Wouldn't you be more comfortable in back? That's a good girl.

See? It's no fun.

What? I was talking to the car.

All set? I guess so.

Whether you believe it or not, I didn't double

-cross you.

I hoped it would work out, Michael.

I thought it would.

But you were around back with a.

32 just in case it didn't.

I wanted my baby.

I won't apologize to you for that or anyone else.

Nicole, I had a little talk with your dad when I went by.

You know, he loves you very much.

He loves you so much it's eating him up inside.

If it's eating him up, how come I'm the one who always walks away feeling like I've been run over by a lawn mower? I used to love him more than anybody in the world.

I don't ever wanna love anybody that much again, except my daughter.

I think that's probably how your father felt when your mother left.

If you don't like what it did to him, you're gonna hate what it'll do to you.

Yeah, Harold T.

? Yeah, it's Donny.

Yeah, I'm here at the Little Nashville Club.

Yeah, she was here last night until some guy in a black Trans

-Am bagged her and took her off.

Okay, listen, Donny.

You tell Dirty Bob that I'll be down there to do some dove sh**t' real soon.

Knight's got her.

Think he's gonna take her back to Long Pine? Well, he's gonna try.

¢Ü Tight pants points hollerin'out ¢Ü ¢ÜShe was a black

-haired beauty with big dark eyes ¢Ü ¢ÜPoints all her own settin'way up high ¢Ü ¢Ü Way up firm and high ¢Ü ¢Ü Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy ¢Ü ¢Ü Out in the backseat of my '60 Chevy ¢Ü ¢Ü Workin'on mysteries without any clues ¢Ü ¢Ü Workin'on the night moves ¢Ü¢Ü Welcome to Calamity, your typical, authentic Western movie town.

Seems like business is lousy.

There's nobody here.

The place is deserted.

Oh.

Look at this.

Can you believe this? Oh, close your windows.

Check this out.

You want something? Yeah, ice cream.

Okay, one ice cream.

Two! Two? Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Please? Two? Two.

Yeah.

Be with you in a minute.

All right.

My, what large tonsils you have.

I don't think you're very funny.



- Natalie, are you mad at me?

- Yes.

Can't you tell? I most certainly can.

Will you tell me why? 'Cause you wouldn't talk and it wasn't fun keeping it a secret.

I'm sorry, Natalie.

I try not to talk in front of adults.

Sometimes they don't understand.



- I understand, don't I?

- From the moment we met.

Ice cream.

Michael.

! Michael.

! Yeah, KITT, what is it? There are men with g*ns hidden outside, Michael.

Devon's waiting in Long Pine.

Take Natalie to him and come back.

Don't be frightened, dear.

We're going for a ride.

Where's the car? Where's Natalie? It's okay.

She's safe.

Come on! Come on! Having fun? I don't know.

Where are we going? To meet a friend.

Hang on, Natalie.



- Having fun now?

- Yeah! Did you hit him? No, I just gave him a message.

Two of them, three b*ll*ts.

They got one message left.

They're over there.

You get the car and I'll come in behind you.

You got it.

There's Harold T.

Looks like they got us pinned down.

Nicole, that's KITT.

All set, Michael.

Be careful.



- How's Natalie?

- Safe and sound with Devon in Long Pine.

Thanks, pal.

My pleasure, Michael.

The car talks? Oh, yeah, the car talks.

I'd explain it, but it's like your relationship with your father.

It's very complicated.

But not impossible.

But not impossible.

Hey, hitchhiker, do you want a lift? And it drives by itself and it talks too.

There it is! Well, if I never see Long Pine again, it'll be too soon.

Thank you very much for your deposition.

I'm sorry I made you work so hard to get it.

Well, you had other things on your mind.

But now that Harold T.

And his buddies are in jail, maybe you'll get a chance to relax for a little while.

That's my department.

First thing on the agenda is a trip to Palm Springs.

If that's all right.

Oh, sounds wonderful.

You know, the last time I saw you two together, I felt like a referee in a street fight.

She's too tough for me.

I quit.

Me too.

Does that mean we lose a good referee? Looks that way.

Thanks again.

Okay.

Take care of yourself.

Come on, KITT.

Say something else, please? Yeah.

Come on, buddy.

Say something.



- Good

-bye, Natalie.



- Will I get to see you again?

- I certainly hope so.



- I hope so too.

Put her there, pal.

Bye.

Good

-bye, Natalie.

You be good, huh? Okay.

Okay.

Take care of your mommy.

Okay.