All language subtitles for 29_-_knight_life

I can see you want to do it just like
you did before.

Let's take our lives together.

Baby, take your time and show me how you
can love me more.

Thank you everybody. This is short
break. We're open.

Have a great day, baby.

Oh, ain't love grand?

Yeah. I want you to write a song about
it.

Johnny, you haven't met my friend Mark
Burgos, Johnny Domino.

Nice to meet you. How you doing?

You play a good horn.

Thanks. You ever play in the Big Apple?

Yeah, a couple times down the village.

Couldn't make it, huh?

No, I just like the West Coast.

Hey, not everybody's cut out for the big
leagues.

So, Mark, why did you leave the Big
Apple?

It's the climate, you know?

The heat there was killing me.

Hello?

Hey, Dino.

I'm here.

I gotta go.

What's the matter? I gotta get out of
here.

Or wait.

Hey, what?

What was that about? I don't know. I'll
get some more advice from him. I'm gonna

check him out.

Sure.

Hey.

Dio!

Die a fiery death!

You dirty rat!

Die a

fiery

death!

Go.

Black Knight.

Nightman. Long time no see.

I didn't know you were back.

Just hit town.

We should try to get off to a better
start. I did last.

I don't suppose

that's any of your handiwork.

No, but I think I know who's in there.

I'll get in touch with you later? Yeah.
Peace.

So the Black Knight is back in town. Did
he say why?

We didn't have time to chat.

You think it's connected to Mark's death
in some way?

Right now I'm not sure anyone thinks
that.

We'll need to find out what kind of
explosives were used. Make that a top

priority.

Well, well, look at this. A flock of
feds.

Or is it a gaggle? Nice to see you
again, Lieutenant Bronco.

Uh-huh. To what do I owe the honor of
this visit?

We are here to confirm the identity of
the deceased.

It takes four of you to do that?

Is it true the victim was Mark Burgos?
That's right.

You know him? We're not at liberty to
say.

However, we will be taking over this
investigation. Whoa, Inspector Grant.

Murder is not a federal offense.

But bombings fall under the Department
of Alcohol, Firearms, and Tobacco. Of

which you are not.

All right, Lieutenant.

Let me rephrase my earlier statement.
The federal government would like to

offer your department our assistance in
solving this crime.

Why, thank you, Inspector.

I think we can work together just fine.

As long as you remember who was in
charge of this case.

He must have been flayed.

I was only a few minutes behind him when
that car went up.

So how did you lose him?

He must have got out of tracking range
when I stopped at the fire.

Yeah, you're probably right. I just wish
you were.

Why?

What's up?

The victim.

Mark Burgos was actually Dino Terra.

The mob informant?

Yeah. After he testified last year, we
gave him plastic surgery, a new

identity, and relocation from New York
to Bay City.

So the mob hired Slade to find him and
take him out?

Probably.

There's some chance Dino got nailed to
something he did as Mark Burgos.

He was still a wise guy at heart.

But we're warning all the other
protected witnesses in the area.

Sounds like I better find Slade.

Yeah, you should have seen them.

Four feds standing there with egg on
their face.

Sounds like a real Kodak moment.

Good work.

Thanks. Now I just got one problem.

What's that?

The whole thing in the damn case.

I'm afraid we can't help him.

Berger's got a five-second call that
scared the hell out of him.

Yeah, and then he blasted out of here
like the devil himself was after him.

Well, judging by the crime scene, say
the devil caught him.

Looks like Mark Burgos' life is pretty
much an open book.

Would you like somebody who got in fifth
grade history?

Come on. You're kidding.

No, man. I have never seen records this
complete.

Is there any chance it's too complete?

You know, it's weird. I mean, most of us
do have little gaps or inconsistencies

in our lives.

Yeah.

You think someone made it up?

You know, Brian, you did say that the
feds are interested in Mark's murder.

I'll give her a call.

He stayed out.

Inspector Grant.

Lieutenant Branca.

What can I do for you?

Well, you can tell the truth for a
change.

About?

We can start with Mark Burgos.

His idea is phony. His past is
manufactured, which means he was

probably in the Federal Witness
Protection Program.

I'm impressed.

Press enough to level with me?

Let's talk upstairs.

His real name is Dino Terra.

He was the third protected witness
killed this week.

Third?

Two others in the Los Angeles area three
days ago.

Same basic M.O., including the use of
explosive ordnance.

You ever hear of a hitman named Slade?

Slade? I thought he was some kind of
myth.

Oh, he is.

And more.

Slade is living at the moment right here
in Bay City.

Are you kidding?

I've certainly heard a lot of stories
about him.

Mostly true.

Big as a house, strong as a Knox,
trained as a Marine.

A lerp.

Long way for reconnaissance patrol.

Yeah, yeah.

I heard this one story about his being
in Burma before it became Myanmar. You

heard that one?

That one's true.

Four-man recon team checking things out
when the military coup occurred.

He got cut off and surrounded by a
company-sized force. Huge.

The others had given him up for dead.

The man walked out of the jungle the
next morning carrying ten Kalashnikov

rifles.

I thought Slade was a man.

Not according to Inspector Grant.

Man, I have heard some stories.

So you think it was Slade they caught?

Looks like it.

No wonder Mark or Dino took off in such
a panic.

So it sounds like you and Grant are
finally seeing eye to eye.

Well, not all together.

Which is why I'm here talking to you
guys.

Oh. I thought it was just payback for
giving you the tip on Bergo with his

phony history.

Actually, I'm here because Art Bryson is
back in town.

So I'm talking to Grant.

So what about him?

Well, last time around, Art and I didn't
exactly form a lasting bond.

No kidding.

Police. Hands on the bar.

Do it now.

What's the kebab?

Talk about it on the way down, too.

How was I supposed to know he'd
infiltrate that gang as an undercover

operative? So maybe he's doing the same
thing this time around.

Except this time there is no gang.

Slade always works alone.

Art could be working on a totally
different case.

That's true, but... Look, you always
seem to know what was on Art's

mind.

If he does show up here, I'd really
appreciate whatever those instincts of

yours can tell me.

Sure.

Okay, your power pack is fully charged,
but not going to last you all night.

I won't be long.

Stay in touch. You got it.

I got you.

Like that!

It's swell dancing with you, darling.

But I think we'll finish our business
someplace a little more private.

Oh, sugar, I don't know what I was
telling you.

Much, much better all alone, isn't it?

Oh, God, I love this part.

So you die, and I kill you.

My kind of ending, Black Knight.

I wish I could say I'm sorry, but into
that old Black Knight you go, baby.

Take it, Knight.

Night.

Me.

Nightmare. Yeah.

How do you feel?

Not too bad.

You said I didn't expect to wake up at
all.

Guess you had something to do with that,
huh?

I just happened to be in the
neighborhood.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

I'll be a lot better when we catch
Slade.

Give me a chance to return this.

This attack was no coincidence.

Slade knew I was coming.

I think you've got a leak.

Where? None of the support staff know
anything about this operation.

So you're basically accusing one of my
squad of selling us out. That's exactly

what I'm saying.

Oh, come on, Hart.

I've worked with these men for nearly
ten years.

We've all laid our lives on the line for
each other.

Okay, you tell me what's going on.

Maybe I can.

Harris, did you get those motel phone
records yet? That's affirmative, sir.

Bring them in.

What time did you arrive at the motel?

A little after 11.15.

All right.

Harris, did Slade get a phone call last
night around 11.15?

Yes, sir.

11.17.

Lasted less than a minute. Do we know
where it came in from?

From the paper on the front of the
motel.

Mystery found.

Cleve must have had a lookout posted
somewhere outside the motel.

He saw you coming, huh?

to the world as a terror so from a
distance you see shrapnel and debris and

in an instant you got to recognize it's
me black belt african through the eight

degrees the champion is me red one

So go tell a friend and go on and go on.
The movement of the dreaded fifth no

longer will be slept on.

Dreaded fifth of the Northwest, gotta be
cautious.

How we exhibit our style to the people.
It's a soul to see from a token.

To match the victor is no equal to this.
A way where we've been chosen right

through explaining. Poetry in my motion,
coasting in and out of range. So they

think I switched on the timing.

Keep surprising line by line. I continue
with jabbing at that syphilis.

These guys are pretty good.

Oh yeah, they are gonna kill i'm
thinking of adding another week to their

booking so did you get in touch with art
yeah the fed said that slade hired some

guy to watch his back outside the motel
and he warned him art was coming yeah

they didn't contact us first they could
have a swat team there inside of 20

minutes something's not right what are
you thinking

they said that this guy called slade
From a payphone in front of the motel.

Yeah, so?

If Slade went to the trouble to hire
someone, he wouldn't use a payphone.

Right. Someone else could have been
using it at the critical moment.

So, you think the feds are lying to Art?

Maybe I should run my own phone check on
that motel.

Later.

Oh, Daddy loves you.

Booyah.

Nice.

Think to me.

I'm ready to rock. Do you want me to
roll?

A lady.

Nice.

Right.

Delicious.

Lieutenant.

I've tried to put aside our past
differences and to work with you as an

equal. But when you walk in here making
that kind of wild accusation... There is

nothing wild about it, I assure you.

One of your men is a traitor.

And I can prove it.

All right.

Who?

Agent Harris.

Please.

See for yourself.

Harris called Slade on his cell phone
last night to warn him about Art Bryson.

And he falsified the phone records he
gave you.

These are the authentic ones.

That's not all.

Here's the record for a safe deposit box
that he rented last month. I bet you'll

find it loaded with mob payoffs.

I can't believe it.

But you're right. You got the proof.

The newspapers are going to have a field
day with this.

Not for me.

I've kept it strictly between us.

Thank you. I really appreciate that.

Well, I guess we'd better get this over
with.

Harris, could you come in? Bring Keller
and Aldridge, too.

On our way, sir.

Why involve them?

We've always been a team, good or bad.

Sir?

Gentlemen, we have a problem.

Lieutenant Bronco here has brought me
proof that one of you is a traitor.

Therefore, you know what we have to do.

Get rid of him.

Okay, that's the plan.

I'll see you later. Be careful. Yes,
sir.

When you get this message, give me a
call at the club.

Thanks.

You haven't got a hold of Bryony yet?

No. I talked to Nance down at the
station. He said that she got those

phone records and took off to see Grant,
and he doesn't think that she's been

back. And since her shift officially
ended about an hour ago, doesn't expect

to see her till tomorrow.

Did she try her at her house?

And on herself, one of the left messages
in both places.

You know, I wouldn't worry about it. I'm
sure she's fine.

All right.

All right.

Get your hands off me.

Sit her down.

All right, you stay here with her.

We'll go take care of our other problem.

All right.

You know you guys are never going to get
away with this.

Why is that?

Come on.

Poor agent.

All selling out at once.

Yeah, right.

So this is where you're going to be,
the...

Howard residence?

No.

Wait a minute, I thought you and Art
decided to... We did.

But Blade's always been one step ahead
of us.

The only way to catch this guy is... be
unpredictable.

Makes sense. So where are you going?

I'll be in touch.

Anything going on?

Nope, not here.

What's up?

One of the locals is getting in the way.

Not that we can't handle him.

You got three guys working overtime to
tell me that.

You know me, Art.

Always willing to spend the taxpayers'
money at the slightest whim.

Actually, this local problem is going to
necessitate a slight change of plan.

What kind of change?

We got to move faster, Art.

Get rid of the dead, Wood.

I'm not sure I follow you.

Maybe we can help with that.

Gentlemen.

So what's your hunch?

What?

I know you're playing a hunch, so what
is it?

All of Slade's victims have been in the
witness protection program.

And there's a big case being tried right
now.

Oh, right, right. The Grandizio case in
Chicago.

And the star witness is testifying
tomorrow.

Grandizio's girlfriend, so?

So if they want to send her a message,
they might go after another girlfriend.

Singer. Oh, man, you think Slade might
be going after her?

That's right

Yeah, this better be good.

Wait a minute.

What's the matter?

He's stopping.

Did he see you? No.

He's talking on a cell phone.

Are you sure?

Yeah, well listen, Junior G, man. It
really doesn't matter to me.

Right.

Whatever.

Feds.

Go figure.

He's turning around.

You still going to go after him?

Yeah. I'll keep in touch.

So, you guys coordinated this whole
murder spree.

Told the mob where the witnesses were.

Helped set up the targets.

Slade doesn't need anyone to set up his
targets.

I bet you got his back if anything goes
wrong, huh?

Don't grab on me like that.

Art Bryson.

So you're the local that outsmarted
these crooks.

Guilty.

I see by those handcuffs you are the one
honest person in their whole

organization. Looks like it.

So which one of you heroes is going to
be the trigger man?

Somebody volunteer for it?

Or maybe you're going to draw straws.

We're not killers, Art.

We leave that to the professions.

Speak of the devil, and I do mean that
quite literally.

You rag!

That slave.

I guess if you're going to go, I may as
well be at the hands of a celebrity.

We're catching some heat, so we're going
to have to terminate the operation.

We'll need your help.

Tying up a couple of loose ends.

You know my Christ.

Consider it met.

Consider them done.

Look, we're going to have to be careful
about when and where the bodies are

found. That's not a problem. You see,
it's all in the cut.

Just hold very still.

Art, can you take care of the lights?

I'll keep them busy.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

We didn't even touch it. It just fell
over.

It doesn't just fall over.

Hey, hey, come on. Now, you guys, just
take it easy.

Take it easy, all right? They're
running!

Hey!

Hello, boss.

Go.

Looks like you get to become part of the
old suede legend.

You did put up a hell of a fight,
though.

Too bad you just came up a little short.

Is that right?

I don't suppose you'd like to try me
head up?

Don't get cute.

You got to lose, big man.

You're standing there holding a
single-shot grenade, aren't you? Shut up

and stand still!

I don't want to waste the ammunition.

Well, you know what I like to do in
situations like this?

What? Charge!

Man, take a breath.

Be the last one you ever take.

Are you okay?

Broke a couple of ribs, I think.

You better go meet your backup,
Lieutenant.

Stay with him.

I'll get you a paramedic.

Did you know the shell was a dud?

It wasn't.

What do you mean?

Warming time.

The shell has to spin several thousand
times before it arms itself.

Usually takes about 15 yards.

So I couldn't explode.

You better disappear.

What about the lady cop?

We'll let her take credit for the buzz.

Won't care about me.

Be careful.

Some superhero.

Yeah, your mama.