All language subtitles for 122 - Short Notice

- Having fun now?
- Yeah!

- What kind of car is this?
- [Beeps]

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

- I'll get you!
- I'm facing a murder 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.

[Engine Roaring]

[Man]
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.

[Girl]
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.
[Screaming] 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?

[Sighs]
You could say.

Are you all right?

[Clears Throat]
I've got some problems.

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

��Hell, we got everything
money can buy ��

��It's a place where
a face ain't got no name ��

��Down here everybody's playing
that old sneaky game ��

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.

[Chuckles]
I never knew a man who did.

[Rooster Crowing]

[Gunshot]

[Panting]

Nicole!

Nicole!

[Motorcycle Revving]

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

Let's go!

[Tires Screeching]

KITT, can you give me
a visual on his route?

[Whirring]

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.

[Grunts]

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.

[Policeman On Bullhorn]
Pull up and get out!

Stand clear and put your hands
over your head.

[Michael]
Devon, they've charged me
with second-degree murder.

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 gun.

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.

[KITT]
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 bullet holes.

Jail was no picnic either, pal.

[Ringing]
Devon's calling.

[Buttons Beeping]
Devon, any luck?

You were right, Michael.
It was a collect call.

All right.
Address, por favor?

4518 Sumatra Drive.

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 murder 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.
[Chuckles]

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.

[Sighs]
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 killed.
Why?

- You just don't give up, do you?
- I'm facing a murder 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 weapon 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.

[Car Approaching]

What's the matter?
He's back.

Who?
My father.

[Sighs]
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.

[Engine Starts]

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.

[Tires Screeching]

Hop in, Michael.

- [Beeps]
- Good grief.

You got that right.

Harold T. Turner is a hard guy.
So what? We've been up
against hard guys before.

[Devon]
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.
[Sighs]

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.

[KITT]
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.

[Man] Yeah?
Michael Knight.
Harold T. Turner's expecting me.

[Beeping]

- No naps.
- Perish the thought.

[Bell Chiming]

[Chuckles]
Tiny didn't think
you'd show up.

He said no one was that stupid.

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

[Grunts]

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.

[Dog Barking]

Don't move and don't yell.
I don't wanna hurt you, Tiny.

Mommy!

Come on, sweetheart.
Can you climb over the wall?

[Beeping]

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.

[Beeping]

[Screaming]

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.

[Man]

�� Take me home to see my kin ��

�� Singin' songs about the Southland ��

��I miss ol' 'Bama once again
and think it's a sin ��

�� Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her ��

�� Well, I heard old Neil
put her down ��

�� Well, I hope Neil Young
will remember ��

��A southern man don't need him
around anyhow �ܢ�

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.

[Engine Starts]

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

Cancel that order.
[Gasps]
Michael!

Hey, Jack, where do you think
you're going?

Michael! Let me go!

Stop it!

- Here we go, pal.
- The sooner the better.

[Knocking]

Yes?

[Man]
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.

[Screaming]
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?

[Beeping]

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 shootin' real soon.

Knight's got her.

Think he's gonna take her
back to Long Pine?

Well, he's gonna try.

[Man]

�� Tight pants points hollerin'out ��

��She was a black-haired beauty
with big dark eyes ��

��Points all her own
settin'way up high ��

�� Way up firm and high ��

�� Out past the cornfields
where the woods got heavy ��

�� Out in the backseat
of my '60 Chevy ��

�� Workin'on mysteries
without any clues ��

�� Workin'on the night moves �ܢ�

[Michael]
Welcome to Calamity, your typical,
authentic Western movie town.

Seems like business is lousy.
[Nicole] There's nobody here.
The place is deserted.

Oh. [Whistles]
Look at this.
Can you believe this?

[Natalie]
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.

[Bell Jingling On Door]

Be with you in a minute.
[Michael]
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.

[Whirring]

[KITT]
Michael.! Michael.!
Yeah, KITT, what is it?

There are men with guns
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!

[Rifle Shots Continue]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Rifle Shots]

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

Two of them, three bullets.

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.

[KITT's Engine Roaring]

Nicole, that's KITT.

All set, Michael. Be careful.

[Screams]

[Panting]

- How's Natalie?
- Safe and sound with Devon in Long Pine.

Thanks, pal.

My pleasure, Michael.
[Whirring]

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.

[Sighs]

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.

[Engine Starts]