All language subtitles for Knight rider s02e02

They let him get away.

They've got
until noon tomorrow.

I go out there,
I'm a dead man.

Where's McCord?

I don't pick him up.

Somebody is threatening
to explode a bomb in the city

unless they get
a hold of your father.

We're running out of time.

As they say in chess,
"Checkmate. "

I've got a vehicle moving
at speeds off the clock.

Land easy.
We got a bomb in the 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.

Before this parole board
renders its decision,

do you have anything to say
in your own behalf?

Yeah, I have something to say.

I don't want parole.

Mr. McCord, this is a prison,
not a hotel.

You are eligible for parole.

Who are you?

What's goin' on around here?

You ram through a parole,

and this guy sits here
nodding like Solomon.

Now I know my rights.

You can't force me to leave.

Having been duly constituted

and authorized by
the Department of Corrections,

this board grants
parole to Peter McCord.

All right.

If that's the way you want it,
you've got it.

Parole is hereby revoked.

Get him out of here.

Get Devon Miles
on the phone.

How you doin'?

I like it better here alone.

Every guy they put in here

Yours, too?

Yeah.

I'm afraid we haven't got
much time left. Is KITT ready?

Almost.

Devon, does anyone
at the prison

besides the warden
know about this?

No.

This sounds awfully dangerous.

I agree with you.

Is there any other way
to accomplish this?

Not according to Phillip Hunt.

If the prisoner in question is
not released by noon tomorrow,

a Minotaur bomb is going
to be detonated

somewhere in
the heart of the city.

According to my data,

the Minotaur is an
extremely powerful variation

of a plastique explosive.

It's compact.
It can destroy a city block.

It's highly sophisticated.

And difficult to detect.

Devon, if the threat was
phoned in anonymously,

it could be a hoax.

Afraid not.

The bomb was stolen

from a military depot
last week.

The caller
described it in detail.

I'm afraid it's no hoax.

What about the police?

So far they haven't found it.

It seems to be up to us.

If I'm fully prepared, April,

I'd like to commence
as soon as possible.

The thought of Michael alone

in that awful place
is quite upsetting.

I know what you mean.

Now, I've adjusted
the turbo boost

and programmed everything
you should need.

You're as prepared
as you're ever gonna be.

Bring him home safely, KITT.

Nice legs.

Get away from there.

It's on the wall.

Looks like public domain
to me.

Well, it's not.
So, move it.

Warden wants to see you.

Who?

Both of you.

I don't want
to see the warden.

It's not an invitation,
McCord. Let's go.

Get in!

Come on, get in!

Go!

Look, if you want
to do this, okay.

But count me out.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Go to autopilot!

Kindly unhand me,
you hard-rock con.

What's going on here?

Who said that?

I did.

Michael,
an all-points bulletin

is being issued over
the police band

for a vehicle
fitting my description.

Punch up the locations
of police cars in the area.

Looks like we're surrounded.

Got any ideas for
a hiding place, KITT?

I have Just the spot.

Congratulations, Devon,
on a job well done.

Thank you, Phillip.
I'm certainly pleased

that everything went
as well as it did.

I need hardly tell you
that The Foundation

was not conceived
with prison breaks in mind.

You're not alone,
believe me.

I've never encountered anything
like this before in my whole life,

and I hope
I never do again.

I told the Governor
phase one has been completed.

Does that mean that Michael's
APB has been cancelled?

An hour ago.

Now, if everything goes
according to plan,

we should have
the extortionist

and that Minotaur bomb in our
possession before the day is out.

Good.

Where is he?

Please send Michael in,
will you?

Thank you.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this?

Take it easy.

Take it easy?

I go out there,
I'm a dead man.

You hear me, I'm a dead man!

Phillip, what is
he talking about?

He's a disturbed man, Devon.

I wouldn't take too seriously
what he has to say.

Devon, I'm telling you,

there's something about this
that is very wrong.

The man is terrified.

Back in the car, he begged
me to go back to prison.

Really? How very odd.

Particularly since he is being
freed by his own confederates.

If you don't mind, I want
to follow this thing up.

See what happens.

The Foundation's involvement
is finished, Michael.

However,
use your own judgment.

There's an unmarked car
around the corner

and a soft clothes guy,
solo, on the bus bench.

That looks like Hunt's car.

Where are you going?

Relax. We are going
to get cigarettes.

It takes two of you
to get cigarettes?

There's McCord.

Like a chicken waiting
to be plucked.

Why are we stopping
so far away, Michael?

I don't want to spook anyone.

It's not coming
down like we thought.

Hold your position.

Let's go.

Something seems
to be wrong, Michael.

Let's go.

Where's McCord?

I'm afraid he's gone,
Michael.

He's gone? Where?

I don't pick him up.
He's disappeared.

I have a number of questions,
Phillip.

Uh-huh, and I have got
a few of my own.

What the blazes was Knight
doing at the pickup, anyway?

He was observing.
With my approval.

Your approval?

Look. This case is no longer
any concern of yours.

I wonder.

McCord was left alone
and locked in your car. Why?

Because our instructions
were to leave McCord,

at the intersection of Third
and Crane for the pickup.

According to Michael, when
his associates arrived, he ran,

obviously in fear
of his life.

Again, Phillip, why?

I don't know.
I can't explain it.

Frankly, it surprised us, too.

Surprised you?

When McCord was in my office,
he was obviously terrified.

Did it occur to you
to ask him why?

Oh, for God's sake, Devon,

there's a maniac out there
with a Minotaur bomb.

My responsibility
is to trade McCord

for that bomb,
not to hold his hand.

And if you'd known then
what you now understand,

that instead of being allies,
those confederates of McCord's

are probably trying
to kill him,

would you have
acted differently?

I'd have done
the exact same thing.

I'm perfectly willing
to trade one murderer

for the lives of 100
or even 1,000 innocent people.

Aren't you?

I'm afraid not.
I acted in good faith.

Partly because of
friendship towards you,

and probably because

one of the basic tenets
of The Foundation

is the preservation
of human life.

Well, I'm trying to preserve
all the lives I can.

But I think it's possible
to save every single life.

And I'd hate to think

that The Foundation
played a part

in the sacrifice
of one single life

without at least
trying to save it.

Devon, look.

Get out of this.
You're in over your head.

So, apparently,
is Peter McCord.

Obviously, we have something
in common, after all.

I want that all points
bulletin on Knight's car

reinstated immediately.

McCord's profile
doesn't indicate much

except that he's not
a typical criminal.

First Devon and now you.

What?

Well, it just seems like
you're making excuses for him.

Michael, he was convicted
of second-degree murder.

Yeah, he was convicted, but all through
the trial he swears he was innocent.

He's never been
arrested before.

He's been a model prisoner, except for
the fact that he's been denied parole.

When they finally do grant
him parole, he belts a guard.

That's very strange.

How's the bomb sniffer coming?

Michael, I will have you know,

this is a highly sophisticated
Electronic Detection Module,

especially adapted
for plastique-type devices,

not a "bomb sniffer. "

Right. How is it coming?

Just fine, thank you.

With one qualification.

Its range is severely limited

in the presence
of ferrous metals.

Metals like steel, Michael.

Thanks, pal.

Don't mention it.

Incidentally,

I've been monitoring
the police band frequency.

Still no sign of the bomb,

and the APB
has been reinstated.

We're fugitives again.

Now, that's some mistake.

That's what Willie "The Fly"
Carruthers said when he was apprehended

in an air-conditioning duct

above the warden's office
in Sing Sing.

I think he is over-programmed.

There's no such thing.

Michael, since the police
haven't turned up anything,

it looks like
we're on our own.

Right, pal.

Now, I've cross-checked
every available reference

on McCord's personal life.

Only one indicated
any family at all, a daughter.

Her name is Lisa Martinson.

She's one of the hottest
young print models around,

right now.

Now that makes sense.

What? Do you know her?

In a manner of speaking.

. She works hard
for the money.

. So hard for the money.

. She works hard
for the money.

. So you better
treat her right.

KITT, how's our time?

We have precisely

19 hours, 48 minutes,
and 12 seconds.

. She works hard
for the money.

. So you better
treat her right.

I must say, Michael,

this adventure does
have a certain appeal.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Think of it.

We're fugitives of a sort,
desperadoes on the lam.

We must be extremely careful.

If we're captured,

we could end up
on a chain gang.

Chain gang?
That's the '30s, pal.

I'd end up in the pen,
stampin' license plates.

And I'd probably be making
them out of pieces of you.

They'd never take me alive.

Well, bein' a car,
that's easy for you to say.

Me, I plan to keep
on breathin' and, uh,

keepin' an eye on things.

. She works hard
for the money.

. She works hard
for the money.

. So you better
treat her right.

. She works hard
for the money..

Miss Martinson, hi.
My name is Michael Knight.

I need to talk to you.
It's very important.

You should talk to my manager. He
handles my bookings and interviews.

Yeah. Well, I'm from The
Foundation for Law and Government.

And there's an urgent matter
concerning your father.

Not that this is any
of your business,

but my father is dead.

So, if you don't mind...

I know Peter McCord's
your father.

Now, he is alive.
I need to talk to him.

Mr. Knight, both my parents
were killed in a car crash

when I was 4 years old.

I was raised
by my aunt and uncle

in Pomona, California.

So, if this is
some kind of joke,

it's rude and tasteless.

It's no joke.

Then you're
rude and tasteless.

Now stay out of my way,
or I'll call for help.

Michael, my sensors indicate

there are two armed men
in Miss Martinson's trailer.

KITT, get over here!

Don't go in there!
Come on. Come on.

What are you doing?
Let go of me!

No, I won't. Oh!

What are you doing?

Let me out of here.
Let me out of here.

This is crazy!

I- You can't just throw
a person in your car-

I'm sorry.
It's an emergency.

Uh, this is a kidnapping!

Lisa, your father
is out of prison.

You can tell the world
a story about a car crash,

and your aunt and uncle
in Pomona,

but I know your father
is Peter McCord.

He's out of prison.

Somebody is threatening
to explode a bomb in the city,

unless they get
a hold of your father.

Well, I don't believe you.
I don't believe any of this.

Then who were those people
on the trailer?

Fans? Press agents?

Look. Where are you taking me?
I mean, where are we going?

I'm taking you, uh,
to The Foundation.

You'll be safe there.

Okay, if this is true, if...

what makes you think
I'd know where he is?

Because you were
the person closest to him.

If it's true.

Well, it isn't.

Somehow I had a feeling
you'd say that.

Michael, there's
a patrol vehicle

approaching in response
to the APB.

Police!

Who was that voice?

Let's lose him, KITT.

If I may suggest,

"Tommygun" Taylor had
an effective way-

Tommygun Taylor later.

We've got
a more subtle option.

I'm on him. Confirm plate...

Never mind. False alarm.

I understand how
you must feel, believe me.

Believe you?

Why should I believe
any of you?

I mean, this whole thing
is incredible.

Yes, I agree.
Unfortunately, it's also true.

And you're not gonna be safe

until we find McCord
and the Minotaur bomb.

Now, whatever you
can tell us about-

Devon, I'm sorry. He got past
security before I could stop him.

You got me out. I've got no
place to go. No one to turn to.

Like it or not, I'm
your responsibility and...

Lisa.

Stay away from me.

Wait, please.

Don't touch me.

Don't ever touch me.

How could you
do this to me? Why?

He's a murderer.

We're aware of his record.

Did he tell you
who he murdered?

Do you know?

He killed my mother.

Anyway, you've got him.
You don't need me anymore.

And I don't want
to spend another second

in the same room as him.

Can we go?

I'm sorry.

But you said...

Lisa, can I see you a minute?
Please.

Look, we would have had her
if that guy hadn't shown up.

That's what you said about
McCord in the alley.

"If. "

If things would have gone
as planned,

he would have been
standing here, not you two.

Now he's gone.
Disappeared.

And you've let the one person
I could have used

to lure him here
slip through your fingers.

Now, it's on their head.

They let him get away.

Now, they've got until noon
tomorrow to deliver him.

But what if they
don't find him?

I'm a successful man.

I get what I want.
You know why?

Because I don't make
idle threats,

and I don't intend
to start now.

How could you do this to her,
put her through this?

We didn't plan to.
Somebody tried to kidnap her.

I didn't kill my wife.

I loved her more
than anything in this world.

That is between you, your
daughter, and the courts.

Right now, we have
got another problem.

There's a bomb due to go off
at noon tomorrow.

Michael's right.
We're running out of time.

Who is this person?
Who's trying to kill you?

It's a long story.

If it's gonna help us
find the bomb,

we've got the time,
we'll listen.

Rachel, my wife,

before we met,
she'd been engaged to a guy

who turned out

to have some ties
with organized crime.

He got busted.

Before he went up, he asked me
to keep an eye on her.

I did.

And you guess the rest.
We fell in love.

By the time he got out,
Rachel and I were married,

Lisa was nearly 7,
and he flipped out.

Threatened to kill us both.

I wrote him a letter,

tried to explain it,
apologize.

Then one night,
I went out for groceries.

The store was closed.

When I got back,
he'd been there.

He killed her.

I didn't know what to do.

By the time I picked up
a phone to call the police,

they were pounding
on the door.

There I was, and no alibi.

And he had five guys who said
he was in Vegas that night.

Are you saying
that he's still after you?

After 12 years?

Yeah, it seems to me a guy
with organized-crime connections

could have had you
iced in prison.

Oh, he could have, sure.
But he didn't.

He wanted to do it personally.

So that's why you've rejected
parole all this time.

Yeah. With Rachel gone,

and Lisa feeling
like she does,

I had nothing on
the outside anyway.

All right, Mr. McCord,

let us assume that
your statement is true.

Who is this person?

Come on, McCord.

We need a name,
come on, right now.

His name is Eric Fenton.

He's my half-brother.

April, how is she?
Is she better?

A little. She's agreed
to stay overnight, at least.

Good. Well, we must
make use of the time.

Talk to her, April.
Record the conversation.

Try to get her to open up
about the past.

Devon, I don't think
you realize

just how traumatized
she is by that experience.

I- I mean, she's spent
12 years trying to forget.

I can't just ask her
to open it up again.

I just can't.

I'm afraid we have
no choice, April.

I'm convinced the past is
the key to this entire case

including the placement
of the bomb.

Why? I've been going over the stuff

we have on McCord,
Eric Fenton, and Lisa.

Did you know that tomorrow

would have been
the 20th wedding anniversary

for McCord and his wife,

and they were married
at noon.

The same day
and the same time

Fenton has threatened
to explode the Minotaur.

Precisely.
Now if I'm right,

Fenton will place the bomb
somewhere that fits in

with the personal histories
of these people.

In that case,
I better get back to Lisa.

Good.

You got that address
on Fenton, KITT?

It's Marine Yacht Sales
on Bridgeway.

Pick up anything?

I'm registering traces

that indicate the bomb
was here, Michael.

Unfortunately, it's gone now.

I was afraid of that.
Cover me.

Count on it, Michael.

Who are you?
What do you want?

You Eric Fenton?

Yeah. Who are you?

The name is Michael Knight.
I'll get right to the point.

I want the Minotaur.

Are you from the police?

No. I'm with

The Foundation for
Law and Government.

How did you find me?

We've got Peter McCord.

He pointed us in
your direction.

So, you have Peter? Why?

What does it matter "why"?
We've got him.

And he is very much
alive and very safe.

We also have
his daughter, Lisa.

We know you've got
the Minotaur.

As they say in chess, "Check. "

I think you and I
understand each other.

I want Peter.
You want the bomb.

A simple exchange.

No, it's not that simple,
you see.

Phillip Hunt
may operate that way.

We don't.

What you fail
to realize is that I do.

You see, I'm the one dealing

from a position
of power here, not you.

I won't compromise.

What I want most
from the rest of my life

is to see Peter dead.

So, as they say in chess,
"Checkmate. "

How did it go, Michael?

Fenton's definitely our man.

But he sure plays
a mean game of chess.

Chess? The two of you
played chess?

No.

I mean, the man's
got ice in his veins.

Oh, dear,
that does sound serious.

No, KITT,
it's an expression.

It means nothing fazed him.

It's like he didn't care
about anything.

Tell me what
you've got on a drug called,

uh, Diphenidol.

Diphenidol?

Yeah. Fenton had a vial
of it on his desk.

Diphenidol is a generic drug

prescribed
for relief of nausea,

especially that
due to chemotherapy.

What is it, Michael?

KITT, I wanna check
Fenton's medical records.

Whatever you say, Michael.

Okay. Anything else about
that summer on the island?

Other than what I've told you,
I- I don't think so.

Oh, April, I'm so tired.

That makes two of us.

Listen, I-I know this is tough

but, really, you're doing
just fine.

I've spent so much time
learning to forget.

It's hard to
start remembering.

Well, you've got
a lot of courage, Lisa.

I don't know if I'd be
holding up nearly as well.

What do you say
we take a break? Huh?

I'll go brew some more tea.

The house was a big,
knotty-pine place

that smelled like moss and...

Lisa.

...all the time...

What are you doing in here?

I wasn't sure
I'd ever see you again.

Except on magazine covers
and TV commercials.

Please, just go.

Lisa, give me 30 seconds.

Just a minute,
then I'll leave.

Please.

Well, did you find him?

Yeah, I found him.

But he's not about to tell us
where the bomb is.

He has no reason to.

What do you mean?

Devon, he's got
nothing to lose.

That man is dyin'.

We seem to be fighting
a losing battle, Michael.

Phillip Hunt's mobilized
the entire police force

in a massive dragnet
to find McCord.

He's also got bomb squads
searching the city,

section by section.

Devon, Michael,
we've got a problem.

Peter McCord's gone.

What? Why would he leave?

Where would he go to?
He's safe here, he knows that.

He tried to talk to me.
I- I wouldn't listen.

I told him
I didn't believe him.

I think I know
where he went.

He went to Eric Fenton's.

But if what he says is true,

Eric's the one
who is trying to kill him.

Your dad probably doesn't care
whether he lives or dies now.

Michael.

Find him. Please.

Okay.

How long before the bomb's due
to go off, KITT?

One hour,
35 minutes, and 19 seconds.

Keep the clock runnin', pal.

I want to see those
seconds tickin' down.

Aren't we rather foolhardy
to move at our present speed

and make ourselves quite
visible to police officers?

After all, we are fugitives.

There's no time
for hide and seek now.

Very well.

But it defies criminal logic.

How you comin' with those tapes
of Lisa that April gave us?

I'm afraid I really
don't understand

what I'm looking for, Michael.

I was hopin' your
voice analyzer would detect

some kind of subtle changes
in her emotions.

There's got to be some place
in the family's past

that ties in with
what's happening now.

You mean the placement
of the Minotaur.

That's exactly what I mean.

Hello, Eric.

Are you ready to die, Peter?

You know what's kept me alive
all these years,

kept me going?

The chance to watch you suffer
the way you made me suffer.

You took the one thing
I ever loved away from me.

Then maybe we're even, Eric.

No. We won't be even
until you're dead.

Then let's get on with it.

On the way here,

I reviewed all the reasons
for facing you like this.

I was going to atone
for my sins.

I was going to redeem myself
in Lisa's eyes,

I was going to martyr myself

to save thousands
of innocent people.

But you really
wanna know the truth?

I'm here because
I'm tired of running,

tired of hiding,

tired of living half a life.

I'm not afraid to die
any more, Eric.

There's nobody in there.

AAH!

Okay, the bomb.

This time you're going
to tell me where it is.

You underestimate me, Knight.

I don't think so.

You're a dying man, Fenton.

And you're desperate.

But, I really don't think

you want to kill thousands
of innocent people.

Don't you think
everybody's suffered enough?

McCord has. Lisa has.

And I get the feeling
you have, too.

You have a choice, Knight.

The same one
Phillip Hunt had.

You turn around
and walk out that door,

or the responsibility for
that bomb is yours, not mine.

All right. Let's go.

It's my fight.
It's time to face it.

What about Lisa?
What happens to her?

It's too late.

No, it's not.

She asked me to find you.

You've still got
a chance to be her father,

you still got
a chance to live.

Don't throw it away.

You walk out of here,

and it's your responsibility,
you hear me?

Both of you.

KITT's analyzed the tapes,

and isolated three locations

that have emotional charge
to 'em.

Now, I'm hopin' they mean
somethin' to you,

or, better yet, I'm hopin'
they mean somethin to Fenton.

It's a long shot,
but it's all we've got.

Shoot.

KITT.

The three locations
are Basilio Island,

Church of the Morning,
and 1177 McCIure street.

All right.
What's Basilio Island?

That's a little place off
the coast

where we used to go
on vacation every summer.

We were almost always alone.
It's uninhabited.

Then there's a good chance Fenton
wouldn't plant the bomb there.

All right.
What about the other two?

Uh, the McClure address
is where we used to live.

Rachel died there.

Church of the Morning
is where

we got married.

Of course.

That's where he met Rachel,
at a picnic.

Do you think
that's a possibility?

We'll find out.

Is it here, KITT?

I'm afraid my
Electronic Detection Module

isn't picking up even a trace
of the Minotaur bomb.

Then it's got to be
the McClure house.

Let's hope so.

We're runnin' out of time.

All right.
This is 1177 McClure Street.

The house is gone.

It may be torn down,

but I bet somewhere
in that haystack,

Fenton has planted
his needle.

What are you gettin', KITT?

A great deal of interference,
Michael.

The concrete walls
of this structure

are reinforced
with steel beams

which are adversely affecting

my Electronic
Detection Module.

KITT, run a scan
on the garage, quick.

Tell me if that white Cadillac
we saw is in here.

Yes, Michael.
You're absolutely right.

It's parked on level 3B.

That's it!

All right,
KITT, pop the trunk.

All right, McCord,

if you want out, go ahead.
You do it now.

I've been out for ten years.

Count me in.

KITT, open the trunk.

Where can we dump
this thing, KITT?

The nearest
uninhabited location

is precisely 45. 7 miles away.

Oh, we'll never make
it in 8 minutes.

Don't be too sure.

I've got a vehicle

answering the description
of that APB,

movin' at speeds
off the clock.

Can you provide
backup at Junction 30?

Michael, we're being
pursued by the police.

If we stop, we will
undoubtedly blow sky high.

I hate to do this
to an officer of the law.

Michael, I'm picking up
a roadblock

directly ahead of us.

You know what to do.

What's he talking about?
What are you gonna do?

Watch.

Hey, KITT, land easy.

We got a bomb in the back.

PHEW!

You took the words

right out
of my mouth, Michael.

I talked to the Attorney
General's office.

Looks like your conviction
is going to be overturned.

Fantastic.

Sounds like you're gonna have to
get used to bein' a free man again.

Well, it may sound funny,

but life on the outside
isn't going to be easy.

Not after
all these years.

Well, I get the feeling

you may be having some help
from your daughter.

Are you ready?

Your plane takes
off in 30 minutes.

Well, I guess I can forget

that aunt and uncle
in Pomona now.

Gentlemen, thank you.

Both of you.

Okay.

Michael, I'll miss you.

Well, we'll see
each other again.

I hope so.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Michael, I have a confession.

I'm rather pleased

our life of crime
has come to an end.

Well, now that makes
two of us.

What's the matter? Tired of
livin' in the fast lane, pal?

No. It's simply that
my research indicates

that not one vehicle or steed
of a noted desperado

ever received
the acclaim of its owner.

Nor did they share

in any of the
criminal profits.

It's quite clear,
crime doesn't pay.

KITT, that APB
is off now, right?

That's correct, Michael.

Good, we're taking a long,

leisurely drive

to the beach.

The beach, but, in the middle
of the day? I've got work to do.

What are they
goin' to do, arrest us?

Besides, if they do,
we've got a great getaway car.