All language subtitles for Knight Rider SO 2 E 10 Ring of Fire-eng(5)

.. [man singing in French]

Help, Michael!

KITT, I need you.

Cray Callan is gonna try
and kill you.

Somebody stop that guy!

[tires screeching]

Seem to be a lot
of Callans in town.

There's only one that matters.

I'm gonna have to
take you in, boy.

Now, wait a minute,

where I'm from nobody takes
you in. That's worth a ticket.

You ain't
where you're from, boy.

(KITT)
I'm quite incapacitated.

Oh my God,
what have they done to you?

Cajuns are nothing
but animals.

Hey, over here!

[dogs barking]

We're both gonna be a lot
safer when we get out of here.

[tires screech]

(Michael)
Layla, get in.

You don't expect me

to play baked guinea pig in
this oversized microwave, do you?

What's a little heat,
Michael?

There's no other way
we can get her out of there.

(male 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.

[bird chirping]

I'll take care of it.

You ain't sweating,
Callan.

You too important
to sweat?

[shoveling continues]

Maybe, maybe you gotta
get closer to the dirt!

[Callan groans]

Here, boy, I brung you a
libation from your daddy...

(Harris)
Here's the key.

[Callan grunts]

[chain rattling]

[coughing]

Ready to work now, boy?

Get up there.

You overdid it
just a little bit, boy.

Don't even bother
to ask.

[engine revving]

[crickets chirping]

(KITT) I really don't
like this, Michael.

Come on, pal.

What's a little heat, huh?

Temperatures exceeding 600
degrees is hardly a little heat.

(April) You're vulnerable
to sustained heat.

We're trying
to make you invulnerable.

Exactly.

In theory, the pyroclastic lamination
that April's designed for you

should keep you as cool as
a cucumber up to 800 degrees.

In theory.

In theory?
How comforting.

Look, KITT,
it's like taking your vitamins

or getting a shot, buddy.
It's good for you.

So is this.

Uh, the invitation calls
for formal wear.

What's this?

Well, we're testing
man and machine.

Or if you prefer,
man in machine.

You don't expect me

to play baked guinea pig in
this oversized microwave, do you?

(KITT)
What's a little heat, Michael?

It's Just like
taking your vitamins.

I hated taking my vitamins.
Forget it.

Oh, good.

You've completed
your experiments.

I trust
they were successful.

No, we haven't even
started them yet.

Michael won't cooperate.

I'm in no mood to be pushed
past my boiling point.

Uh, well, forgive me
for disturbing this debate.

Um, I have here
something that may, um,

postpone the experiment.

Great, I'll get on this
right away.

Oh, now wait
a minute. I...

Perhaps I'd better explain
the content of that tape.

After all, it's not
customary Foundation business.

That's okay, Devon.

KITT and I'll figure it out
on the way.

Michael.

[engine rumbling]
See you.

He's impossible.
Absolutely impossible.

Too true.

(Michael)
Well, KITT,

this cassette got us both
out of some hot water.

Least we can do
is listen to it.

(Layla)
I am Layla Charon Callan,

my husband is
Christopher Callan,

I see him murder a man,

and I testify against him.

He is on road gang
and now he escapes.

He will kill me, I know.

Don't let him kill me.

Help me, please.

KITT?

It sounds like a young girl.

Run a voice analysis.

(KITT)
The speaker is indeed female,

approximate age 18 years,

limited
educational background

indicated by
broken speech pattern.

Emotional timbre is sincere

and indicates
condition of extreme stress.

What have you got on
Christopher Callan? Anything?

No record previous to
a conviction for murder.

A particularly brutal murder,
Michael.

I guess we'd better find
Layla Callan

before this guy makes it
two murders.

(KITT)
Michael, my cultural databank

indicates
that smaller Southern towns

are often not favorably
disposed toward strangers.

Relax.

This part of the country's
famous for its hospitality, KITT.

Perhaps, but I hope you have
some kind of plan

for finding Layla Callan.

Well, it's a small town.

Should be a snap finding
one little girl named Callan.

I mean, how many Callans
can there be, huh?

(KITT)
Shall I start counting?

(Michael) No. Thanks anyway, wise guy.

It occurs to me
that since the escaped convict

is a member of
the Callan family,

this town may be
less than receptive

to your attempts
to help his wife.

Perhaps even hostile.

(Michael) Yeah, I've been
thinking the same thing.

What are you going to do?

Only thing I can do:

stir up the pot
and see what rises.

. And it's hard days
out in the field.

. The crows
in the high tree top.

. If the man's away
from his home all day.

. His chickens
might fall to the fox.

. Mr. Radio.

. What can you do about that,
uh-huh..

(KITT) That is not a fire
hydrant, you flea-ridden fur ball.

Scoot!

[whines]

I said leave.

[barks]

Now!

[whimpers]

Well, I didn't want to yell,
but you left me no alternative.

Actually, I rather like dogs.

When they behave.

A master too hard.

Good afternoon,
Officer.

Is this your car?

Yes, sir.

You're running around
with a busted taillight.

That's an infraction
of the law.

What taillight?

This one.

[grunts]

In addition
to that faulty brake light,

I'm citing you for running
through a stop sign.

What are you talking about? I haven't
seen a stop sign for 100 miles.

Back at Main and Fourth. You just
sort of coasted right through.

I'm gonna have to
take you in, boy.

Now wait a minute,

where I'm from nobody takes
you in. That's worth a ticket.

You ain't
where you're from, boy.

[car engine starting]

(KITT) So much for Southern hospitality.

[birds chirping]

[knocking on door]

I've got the young
fella here, Judge Callan.

Uh-huh.

I'll be out front
if you need me, Judge.

[door opening]

What's your name, boy?

Michael Knight.

Michael.

I'm Judge Oliver Callan.
Have a seat.

I'm the judiciary
here in Fleur du Lac.

Seem to be
a lot of Callans in town.

Well, there's only one
that matters.

Cray Callan ring a bell?

He's my son.

He's your son, huh?

Gotta be pretty hard for you,

having a murderer and
escaped convict for a son.

I see no murder.

Now,

I hear you're trying to find
that little tramp wife of his.

Why?

That's personal.

It's my family, boy.

And my town.

Nothing is personal.

Look, I was brought in here

because I allegedly
ran a stop sign.

So why don't I
just pay the fine

and head on my way, huh?

Well, now,
I don't like to see

visitors leave Fleur du Lac
with a bad opinion.

So I'm not gonna charge you with
that little infraction of the law.

But I am gonna give you
a piece of advice.

Don't go against me, boy.

Christopher Callan
is safe as a clam in his shell

in this parish.

You,

you're out of the water.

You get me?

Yes, sir.
I get you very well.

All right.

[tires screech]

I sent you the tape.

Come talk to me
at the church.

[Baylor groans]

Somebody stop that guy!

Get some help.
Get some help!

Hey you, stop!

[gun fires]

KITT, I need you, buddy!

[tires screeching]

KITT,
did you get a visual on him?

(KITT) It's Christopher Callan, Michael.

Just what I figured.

(KITT) Michael, we are approaching
a very unorthodox environment.

(Michael)
So is Callan.

I should have
the edge on him.

[Michael exclaims]

Where's Callan?

[engine revving]

(Michael)
Come on, KITT.

Got to get moving.

Michael, we have
absolutely no traction.

All right,
let's try turbo boost.

Some foreign element
in the liquid

has neutralized
several of my functions

including turbo boost.

I'm quite incapacitated.

[engine revving]

We'll see about that.

Come on, pal. Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

[water bubbling]

What's keeping us
from going under?

In my opinion,
extremely good luck.

Great. Great.

[dogs barking]

Dogs.

Pop the sun roof.

There's got to be
somebody with 'em.

[sun roof opening]

[dogs continue barking]

Hey! Hey, over here!

Hey!

[all growling]

[Michael yells]

Michael?
Michael, are you all right?

[grunting]

[dogs snarling]

[bird cawing]

[dog growling]

[exclaims]

[barks]

[speaking French]

My name is
Michael Knight.

I came to Fleur du Lac
to see someone.

[pants]

A man was shot and I was
chasing the guy who did it,

his name is Callan.
Cray Callan.

Layla, ici.

I am Layla, Layla Callan.

I think
maybe you come for me.

[sighs]

I pray someone will come,
for a long time.

Now you come
and I am afraid.

Don't be afraid.

I'm here to help you,
Layla.

I'm here to take you out
of here, away from Callan.

I've got to get my car.

My brothers get your car.

How long will that take,
soon?

.. [music playing]
How far is the road?

Layla, how far to town?

You rest now.

Get stronger before you go.

[groans]

(Callan)
I want to thank you

for getting me
off that road gang, Dad.

I didn't do it so you could come
over and shoot the minister, Cray.

He took my wife away from me.
Now that ain't right.

Even in
the eyes of the church.

Sit down.

[birds chirping]

Now that is over
and done with,

you get me?

Every shovel

of Louisiana mud
that I dug

reminded me of those
people that hurt me.

You forget about
that girl, boy.

She's nothing
but Cajun trash.

Now,

she's gonna go back into that
bayou and she's gonna be forgotten.

Well, not by me, Daddy.
Never by me.

You listen to me.

You know, you're the only son
I got, Cray.

I brought you back here

so you could put what
you've done behind you.

Keep you safe
from the outside law.

But you keep pushin'.

Boy, you can't,
you understand?

I mean,
you keep bending the law,

you're gonna find me
on the other end of it.

Now you stay out
of that bayou.

All right.

[owl hooting]

[sighs]

[bird calling]

KITT, you read me now?

[static buzzing]

Come on, buddy,
where are you?

KITT?

KITT, where are you?

.. [music playing]

Sorry.

I didn't mean
to scare you.

I know
all the sounds here.

You're not from the bayou.

Neither was Cray.

But you married him.
Why?

I go to Fleur du Lac
to sell fish.

I'm very young, 13.

Cray Callan sees me, wants
to buy me from my father.

When he say no,
Cray threaten Papa.

Says Lecroix
will take everything.

Lecroix?

Bad Cajuns. Poachers.

They steal our game,
tear our nets.

Callans own them.

We feud with them
for many years.

It kill Papa
when I go with Cray.

Layla,

who did Cray kill?

A man.

A stranger from the north,

like you.

Why?

He look at me.

With hungry eyes.

Cray went crazy.
Like an animal.

Doesn't sound like
he's changed much, huh?

Layla,
I need to get my car.

Jacques et Arnaud,
they find. Bring to you.

Good. Get you out of here
as soon as possible.

Then I'll take care
of Cray.

Hey.

What's the matter?

You do want to leave here,
don't you?

This place, the bayou,

it is my home.
It's all I know.

Yeah, but Cray Callan
is gonna try and kill you.

Now you told me that much
on the tape you sent to me.

.. [music playing]

From this,
I hear songs about places.

Big cities, many people...

[sighs]

Here, I know how to live,
but in the cities...

Cray is gonna
find you here.

I am Cajun.

If I leave the bayou,
I will die.

But if you don't leave
the bayou...

No, tomorrow you go,
please.

Not without you.

[insects buzzing]

[water splashing]

Je suis Callan.

Come out, you swamp ghosts.

I know you're there.

What do you want?

I want Layla Callan.

She's here,
in the bayou.

Nobody knows the bayou
like a Cajun.

And I'll make it
worth your while.

Just name it.

Sheriff Casey, he stop us
from poaching mink.

We want no more trouble
from him, huh?

Done.

(Michael)
Yeah, that's a good doggy.

[growling]

KITT? Boy, am I glad
to see you.

[dog growling]

Would you hush up,
he's a friend of mine.

It's quite all right,
Michael.

His bark is worse
than his bite.

Yeah.
He could've fooled me.

How are you?

Well, I'm a little raw around
the edges, but I'll live.

How are you?

Well, I fail to understand the
appeal of those so-called mud baths.

I see your sense of humor's
still intact.

[pants]

I was afraid
something was wrong.

I couldn't reach you
on the comlink last night.

I heard you, Michael,

but I apparently
can't transmit.

Well, if that's all that's
bothering you, we're in good shape.

Let's get a readout from your
self-diagnostic analyzer, huh?

[beeping]

Apparently
it's not functioning, Michael.

Terrific.

This is like being a doctor
with a patient

who can't tell you
where it hurts.

I would if I could, Michael.

Yeah, right.

See if you can get April
for me.

I'll do the best I can.

[beeping]

Michael, we've been
worried sick about you.

Where are you?

Devon, I'll brief you later.
Right now, I need to talk to April.

Is there a problem?
How's KITT?

A little soggy.

Soggy?

Michael Knight,
what have you done now?

Look, April, we're stuck
in the middle of a swamp here.

I don't have time
for this discussion right now.

I need your help.
KITT needs your help.

All right, what precisely
is the problem?

KITT's diagnostic indicator's
out.

Hmm.
It's probably a short.

I'll punch in a schematic
of the circuitry.

But you'll have to
make the repair yourself.

You can do that, can't you?

Yeah, I can do that, but
you're gonna have to hurry up.

Our connection's going.

What, Michael?

(April)
Michael?

[static buzzing]

KITT?

(KITT) I'm sorry, Michael,
we've lost contact.

[groans]

Great.

[barks]

[dogs continue barking]

Michael,
something seems to be wrong.

Layla! Layla!

Go now, Michael!
No more deaths.

[gun fires]

[dog barks]

Michael, what's happening?

Trouble, pal.

[car engine starts]

Come on, baby. Come on.

Yeah!

[gun fires]

The lady, be after her.
Come on.

[insects chirping]

[swooshing]

[man yelling]

[car engine rumbling]

Layla, get in.

Oh, my radio.

[chattering]

Layla,
who were those men?

The poachers.
The Lecroixes.

The best hunters
in the bayou.

They will find us.

Any idea where we are?

This is Lecroix land. I have
not been here for many years.

KITT, can you give me a
visual on our location?

I'll most certainly try.

[speaking French]

It's okay.

It's a computer,
it's very complicated.

I never see car like this.

You will explain
this computer?

Yeah, later.
Right now...

I have it for you, Michael.

[beeping]

Blank.

Great.

Can you at least tell me
which direction we're going?

I gather
the visual was inadequate.

I'm afraid so, pal.

We're going northeast,
Michael.

Are you sure?

Under other circumstances,

that question
would be insulting, Michael.

But due to
organic contamination

of my integrated micronetic
navigational circuit...

You're not sure.

In a word, no.

All right, pal.

Your best
is all we can ask for.

Layla, what's at the
northeast end of the bayou?

Cajun settlement.

Northwest belongs
to the Lecroixes.

[birds chirping]

What?
Gator trap.

(KITT)
Good grief.

This is humiliating.

[grunts]

Don't worry, pal,
I'll get you unlocked.

[groans]

I get the feeling
this isn't the only thing

we have to look forward to
out here, is it?

More traps, quicksand,
very much danger.

[grunting]

(Michael)
Ok, back up, KITT.

[engine revving]

I've failed you again,
Michael.

I should have scanned
that ugly device.

To err is human, pal.

Don't worry,
we'll make it through.

Where's Layla?

My brother,
he get caught in Charon trap.

Now is our fight, Callan.

My wife?
Where is she?

L'etranger with black car
get her.

Come on, we track.

You bet we track.

(Layla) The shack! The poachers' shack!

I know this place.

(Michael) Lecroixes know
about this place, too?

Everybody know.
My father built it.

Then the poachers
take it away.

Now they use it for their
dynamite, their food.

[bird cawing]

Then you know
a way out of here.

Like your car, Michael,
I can make good guess.

[sighs]

Here.
Okay.

[birds chirping]

.. [music playing]

.. [singing in French]

[men whooping]

.. [man continues singing]

[engine rumbling]

(Michael) You don't sound
so good. What is it, KITT?

(KITT) The Juncture
between my accelerator

and fuel inJection
has deteriorated, Michael.

I am unable
to correct the problem.

Well,
I'll see what I can do.

What's going on?

Birthday party
for Grandpa Beaujeux.

Michael, we must go.
Lecroixes come, I feel them.

They will hurt
these people, too.

This is all real new to me.
I'm going as fast as I can.

[speaking French]

[Layla speaking French]

Despite your inexperience,
you've done the trick.

(Layla)
It's okay, Michael.

Good,

don't take April
off the payroll yet.

I assure you,

the thought never entered
my memory bank.

Given adequate time
to warm up,

I should be able to filter out
most of the impurities.

Time's the one thing
we don't have much of.

[engine starts]

I'm gonna put you on
surveillance mode.

[beeps]

I'll be right back.

(Michael)
Layla. Layla.

[KITT humming]

Oh no, not again.

[dogs whine]

I've been here so long,

I'm probably beginning to
smell like them.

[dogs whimpering]

[KITT humming]

Michael, can you hear me?

Michael,
those trappers are here.

(Michael)
Come on, let's get out.

[screams]
Michael!

Help, Michael!

(Layla)
Michael!

[Michael grunts]

[grunts]

[all chattering]

KITT, I need you.

(Michael)
Layla.

[tires screech]

Come on, pal.

[bird cawing]

Layla!

Layla!

Layla!

. Personally.

. Personally.

. Personally..

Back inside their world.

[bird cawing]

It's nice to be alone like
this again, isn't it, Layla?

Let me go, Cray.

You know
I only do what is right.

You shouldn't have
betrayed me.

You shouldn't have
killed a man.

I couldn't stand the way he
looked at you, mon cherie.

When he touched you...
He meant nothing!

Do you remember when
it was good between us?

It was never
good between us.

Cajun memories are short.
You need to be reminded.

[Layla exclaiming]

[sniffling]

Please, Cray...

Where's your wedding ring,
Layla?

You sell it?

[sobbing]
No.

That wedding ring
that I gave you

belonged to my late momma.

It bound you to me.

[panting]

[striking match]

And now a ring
is gonna tie you to death.

A ring of fire.

[engine rumbling]

Come on, KITT. Come on.

You can make it, come on.

This is all so frustrating,
Michael.

You're doing fine.

I dislike feeling inadequate.

We're all in the same boat.

We'll find her, buddy.

We'll find her, we got to.

[fire crackling]

Your scan
is showing something again.

Yes, it seems to be a radical
increase in temperature ahead.

I can't quite compute it,
Michael.

Is it a fire?

You're quite right, Michael,
it is a fire. A large one.

I also detect a wooden
structure and someone inside.

KITT,
Layla could be in there.

I have to
make a run through it, pal.

The malfunctions
I've been experiencing

have made me acutely aware
of my,

uh, shall I say, mortality.

Well, we do have April's
heat-resistant coating.

I don't believe this is a
propitious time to try something new.

There's no other way
we can get her out of there.

Unfortunate but true.

Hang on to your microchips.

[engine roaring]

[engine revving]

Layla! Layla!

Come on, baby.

[grunts]

(KITT)
Hurry, Michael.

KITT, the door.

[beeping]

Michael, what are you doing?

Transferring all energy
source systems to turbo.

My logic systems make it highly
remote that it will work, Michael.

It's all we got.

[beeping]

Come on, baby. Come on.

[tires squealing]

[both coughing]

Cray, no!

[gun fires]

(Michael)
Stay down.

KITT,
can you distract him?

[engine starting]

[engine revving]

[gun fires]

[grunts]

You know what, boy?

You just don't have
the killing instinct.

[both grunting]

You know what, boy?

You're damn lucky I don't.

[Michael panting]

[dog barks]

(KITT)
Look, enough is quite enough.

We don't have
a thing in common.

Would you stop that?

I've got a position
of some responsibility.

Besides,
I'll be leaving soon.

I'll be saying arrivederci.

[dog howling]

Oh, my goodness.

We appreciate all
you've done, Mr. Knight.

It's all right.

Layla,

you're sure
you wanna stay?

This is my home,
Michael.

Some day your, uh,

your outside world here is
gonna get your curiosity up.

When it does,

don't be afraid to go out
and take a look for yourself.

You teach me
not to be afraid.

Maybe someday.

If you ever decide
to leave,

you know where I'll be.

(Michael)
Home sweet home.

[groans]

(Michael)
Hi, April. Hi, Devon.

Oh my God,
what have they done to you?

(Michael)
Well, it's not as bad...

Oh, KITT,
I've been so worried.

You've no idea of the harrowing
ordeal I've been through, April.

Mud, traps, dogs.

Michael, I don't know
what you've done, or why...

I'm sure that Michael will
provide us with a full report.

Mud, traps, dogs?

Dogs, now wait a minute.

I was the one
attacked by the dogs.

(Michael) What, you don't believe
me? You wanna see my wounds?

(April)
No!