All language subtitles for Knight rider s02e03

Now!

You loved her, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Cars don't talk.

This one does.

It talks and it catches arms.

Get me out of here.

He said he'd meet you
at 11:30 at the Hillside Bar.

Thanks, April.

Put your hands on the wheel,
sit back,

and leave the driving to me.

If I ever see your face again,
I'll kill you.

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.

It's that prowler again.
What do you wanna do?

I'll take care of it.

I live with my grandmother
in Paris.

My mother and father
were divorced when I was 9.

I was supposed
to visit my mother

after I finished
at the university.

We had everything planned.

Then her letters stopped
and...

When I couldn't reach her
by phone, I flew to Phoenix.

She's disappeared.

Camela, your mother
was liberated

when the phrase
still referred to countries.

As I remember, it was not
unusual for her to simply pack up

and take off
for days at a time.

But it's been three weeks.

Have you contacted
the police?

They took a report.

Um, I'm sorry to bother you.

I didn't know
who else to turn to.

You came to the right place.

Don't worry, we'll
straighten everything out.

But how did you
get my name?

Time's up, Michael.

It's comin'.

The blast from the past.
I know it, KITT, I know it.

California Girls
by The Beach Boys.

Oh, you took the words
right out of my mouth.

Michael, I don't see
the appeal of these songs.

They're all about surfing,
sun, and girls in bikinis.

What exactly is the allure
of Southern California?

You just said it, pal.

And thanks to The Foundation,
that's our next stop.

Devon!

Michael, I have
an urgent matter

for you to deal with
in Phoenix.

Phoenix?

The new assignment
is in California.

Sun, surf.

California can wait.

All right. What's up?

A woman named Amelia Clermont
has disappeared.

Her daughter, Camela,
will fill you in.

I've put her
on The Foundation Jet.

She will meet you in Phoenix.

Michael, this one is personal.

This one is for me.

I hear you, Devon.

. The west coast has
the sunshine.

. And the girls
all get so tanned.

. I dig a French bikini
on Hawaii island dolls.

. By a palm tree
in the sand.

. I've been all around
this great big world.

. And I've seen
all kinds of girls.

. Yeah, but I couldn't wait
to get back in the States.

. Back to the cutest girls
in the world..

The last letter you got
in Paris from your mom

was September 28.

She was working full-time
at the library

and doin' volunteer work
for Congressman Ebersol

on Saturday,
October 11.

What was the date of the
last call on her phone bill?

Oh, um...

October 11.

Well, Michael,

look at these.
Tickets for a play,

a symphony,
a lecture for Greenpeace.

I never knew
how many interests

my mother and I
have in common.

At least we know she wasn't
planning on dropping out of sight.

Why?

Ticket to the theater
tomorrow night.

And the tickets for the
symphony sometime next week.

Camela seems like
a lovely young woman, Michael.

If her mother
is anything like her,

I know why Devon
got us involved.

And she did volunteer work for
a congressman. Very impressive.

I'd be impressed if someone
there could tell us what happened.

Hi.
Hello.

Any luck?

Oh, uh, everyone was very nice, but, uh,

no one's heard from her
in three weeks.

How about you?

Uh-huh. Nobody's seen her
at the Congressman's office.

Mrs. Farrell
at the library said

she thinks my mother's the
most cultured lady in Phoenix.

She says everyone likes her.

What an unusual car.

Are all cars in America
like this now?

Not quite.

Camela, meet KITT.

KITT, may I present to you,
Camela Clermont.

I was wondering when you were
going to introduce me

to this charming and cultured
young woman. Hello, Camela.

Where did that voice
come from?

A computer.

It talks?

Sometimes to a fault.

He speaks French!

Fluently, I'm afraid.

I've tried to interest Michael
in the romance languages,

but he prefers things like rock
'n' roll and girls in bikinis.

All right, KITT,
that'll do.

You're hungry?

I hadn't thought about it.
Why?

I cook
a dynamite cheeseburger.

See what I mean?

I'll tell you what,
I'll drop you off

while I go pick up
the fixings.

That sounds
very nice, Michael.

Hey, baby.

Where you going, honey?

Come on, let's go for
a ride. Come on, honey.

How annoying.

You got that right.

Come on, baby.

Hey!

Why don't you give everybody
a break and back off, huh?

Ah, it's got my arm.
It's got my arm.

I'll tell you what.
I don't want trouble,

you don't want any trouble.
I can see that.

Why don't we call it a draw and
go on to the better things in life?

Is that a deal?

You let go of his arm.

Then we talk deal.

It's got my arm!

As a gesture of good faith

between men of good word.

I'll see you.

You can count on it.
Do you hear me?

Count on it!

Hi!

Hi. How are you doin'?

You bought a lot.

Cheeseburgers, French fries,
apple pie, corn on the cob.

We got everything.

I mean, as they say,
"When in Rome... "

What's that?

I found this.

It's her diary.

Camela, that's fantastic. That could
tell us everything that's goin' on.

Michael, this has my mother's
private thoughts.

I can't just read it.

If there's anyone in the world

your mother would want
to share that with,

it's you.

Oh, what's this?

I don't know. It's a
photograph of something.

Can't tell what it is.

And-and this?

And this is a blueprint
of some kind.

Tell you what.
I'm gonna take these

and see what Devon and I
can come up with, okay?

Oh, and, uh,

I got a bill
out of the mailbox.

It's for your mom.

It's just the receipts
from her gas credit card.

Looks like your mom
bought all her gas

at the same station
here in town, except

she used her card last
at Electra, Arizona.

Elmo's Garage.

I don't understand.

What difference
could that possibly make?

Well, she must have
gone out there for something.

Camela, it's dated Saturday.

October 11.

I'm trying to find this lady.

Her credit card billing said she
bought gas here on October 11.

Uh, you remember her?

It must be a thrill
to drive a car like this.

Yeah, yeah. Well,
it has its ups and downs.

Now, have you seen
this woman?

Oh, yeah, as a matter of fact,
she had a sporty little car

with a chunk about the size of a half
a dollar out of her left front tire.

Couldn't sell her
a tire though.

Haven't sold a tire
in three years.

Which way did she go?
Did you notice?

Yeah, that way.

What's out there?

Nothin's out there but
an abandoned surplus yard.

Thank you.

Whoa, mister, whoa!
You've got a problem.

Big problem.

How's my big problem, bro?

It's fine.

Fixed it right up.

I appreciate it.

Elmo's Garage is hardly
what one would call

a tourist attraction.

I trust we've seen the last
of Electra, Arizona.

Michael, what do they
want now?

Nothing good.

Michael, this is
becoming tedious.

You do have a way
with words, pal.

Now!

Hey, did you see that?

I'm gonna get that guy.

Good work, KITT.

Child's play, Michael.

Well, looks like
we've drawn a blank.

I don't see
that surplus yard anywhere.

Michael, my sensors
detect the presence

of some kind of structure
over the next rise.

Let's check it out.

Bring up that picture
from Amelia's diary.

Okay.

Punch up a visual
of the surplus yard.

Sharpen the focus
on Amelia's photo.

Michael, this is virtually the
exact picture that Amelia took.

Well, you got that right.

Question is

why?

Hey, I can't help you.
Haven't seen her.

We don't get much company
out here.

Okay, thanks for your time.

Hey, I can't help you.
Haven't seen her.

The guard's voice modulation

indicated stress variables,
Michael.

Really?

KITT, that leaves
two questions.

Why would he lie?

And why would Amelia be
interested in a war-surplus yard?

There was someone out there
looking for Amelia Clermont.

Don't worry about it.

Whoever he is,
he'll poke around,

find her missing,
and that will be that.

It better be.

Michael, I detect skid marks
at the edge of the road.

KITT, get a read-out
on those skid marks.

See if you can tell me
how long ago they were made.

Somewhere between two weeks
and a month ago.

And, Michael, my scanners
indicate the presence

of copper-Jacketed 20-millimeter
proJectiles lodged in the road.

That looks like Amelia's car.
What's left of it.

KITT, activate your
X- ray mode.

The car down there, is, uh, is
there any trace of human life?

I'm sorry, Michael.

I detect only
the remains of human life.

And, Michael,
it is Amelia's car.

You better get me Devon.

Hello? Hello, Michael?

Devon.

April told me
you flew to Phoenix.

Yes, this morning.

I understand from Camela
you introduced her

to a car that speaks
fluent French

and to cheeseburgers
large enough to-

Devon...

I found Amelia's car.

Go on.

You're sure?

Yeah, I see.
No, I'm all right.

Thank you. I appreciate
your calling, Michael.

Thank you.

Devon?

She's dead, isn't she?

Yes.

No, I'm all right. Really.

I'm perfectly capable...

No way a cannon fire
could destroy a car like that.

Even 20 millimeter.

Got any ideas, pal?

None, I'm afraid.

I'll settle for a probable
location of the weapon.

Point of impact analysis
indicates the weapon

could only have been fired
from one position.

Come on, spit it out,
will you?

Directly above.

Is she, uh...

Is she asleep?

Yes, finally.

I wonder what it was
Amelia found this time.

What do you mean,
"this time"?

Were there others?

Oh. Oh, yes.

She was the most inquisitive
woman I've ever known.

You loved her, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

I think.

Always at the back of my mind,

there was the possibility
that one day perhaps...

She married someone else.

Over the years
we saw each other very seldom.

But every time we did meet,

it was as if
we had never been apart.

Uh, I, um,

I described this diagram to a
friend of mine in the Pentagon.

He said he couldn't be sure, but
he thought there was a possibility

that it could be part of the guidance
system of the Sledgehammer missile:

a highly classified weapon.

This, um,

this Sledgehammer missile,

what's it fired from?

A helicopter
called the SX 411.

The most advanced attack
helicopter in production today.

I think I know what
Amelia was after out there.

And I think I know
what killed her.

You're awfully quiet tonight.

Yeah, I guess I am, pal.

Got a lot of things
on my mind.

It must be very difficult to erase
people from one's memory banks.

That's the problem, KITT.

You don't. Can't.

If that's true, they become
a permanent part of you.

The best of 'em do, buddy.

The best of 'em do just that.

"Private property.
No trespassing. "

Very hospitable, Michael.

KITT, I need a locksmith
real fast.

Come on, hurry up.
Hurry up, hurry up.

Get out of sight, quick.

Did you hear somethin'?
We'd better check it out.

Michael, a guard
is approaching.

Give me a diversion.

Anything in particular?

Use your imagination,
will you?

Hey, what's happening?

There's nobody
driving the tank.

KITT, get over here.

Devon, I'm tellin' you
I saw it.

I don't doubt you, Michael.

The point is that without a serial
number or some other form of firm ID,

a Federal judge is not likely
to issue a search warrant.

It's there now.

If we're right
about the yard being a front

for the sale
of illegal weapons,

it's not gonna be there
very long.

There's a US attorney based
here that I know. I wonder...

With his influence, we may
be able to do something.

I want to know what grounds
you got for a search warrant?

I assure you the grounds
are sufficient and legal.

Just open up,
Mr. Strock.

You know, I don't know
who you are.

But if you think I'll take
this lying down, you're crazy.

Mr. Strock,
just open up.

Michael, are you sure
this plan of Devon's

is going to work?

Right now, it's the only plan
we've got, pal.

It could be dangerous.

I hear that.

Hi.
Hi.

Are you ready?

Yeah, I'm ready
as I'll ever be.

Lock it up.

What's all that?

Uh, the latest
in mercenary wear.

It comes pre-soiled.

I have something interesting
to show you.

We were able to dig up three
names of black market arms dealers

in the Phoenix area.

One of them is on the list of
employees at Strock's Surplus Yard.

His name is Jack Kragen.

The circle closes.

All right.
He's where I start.

After you learn the cover
I've prepared for you.

Now I've got names,
dates, battles.

Not to mention
dirty laundry.

Michael, why is it
you never go undercover

as an aristocrat or a count?

Good question, KITT.

Gonna have to ask Devon
about that.

I'll bet not a soul
in there speaks French.

And look at this alley.

Look at the last car
that was left here.

Keep your eyes open, huh.

Jack Kragen?

Who wants to know?

Tom Merton.
"Machete" Tom Merton.

You ain't him.

No, I know that.
But he sent me.

Him and I are old friends.
Name's Hutchinson.

We used to fight together down in,
uh, San Victoria with the Rebels.

The Black Snake Commandoes,
huh?

Yeah.

Hey, there's
that car again.

Oh, dear, not again.

The dude's
probably inside.

Yeah, well, let's give him a
little surprise to come out to.

Hey, Sonny.

A little somethin'
for the dash.

Yeah, the last time I did this,
the guy caught my arm in the window.

Really freaked me out. Damn!

Are you familiar
with the saying,

"That'll cost you
an arm and a leg"?

It talks.

What, are you kiddin'?

It talks. It's got my arm.
Get me out of here.

Hey, man,
what have you been smokin'?

Look, cars don't talk.

Get me out of here!

I'll get you
out of here.

All right, say I've got the
contacts that can deliver.

What do you got in mind?

Two MERs,
multiple ejection racks

adapted to handle
Sledgehammer missiles.

Are you saying
you've got Sledgehammers?

No, I didn't say that.

What my contact has or doesn't
have, I don't even ask, man.

I take orders.
He ordered two MERs.

And Machete Tom told me
you might have, uh, access.

Just want to let you know.

If you help me
meet the deadline, I'll, uh,

I'll split the bonus with you.

I'll let you know.

Here's my, uh,

here's my girlfriend's number.

You call her and tell her
if it's on

or not.

She'll call me.

If I don't hear from you
by tomorrow noon,

you've lost your sale.

Won't they ever learn?

That's it. I quit.
I'm goin' home.

It's still got my arm.

Man, I did
everything I could.

What do you want me to do?
Call an ambulance?

How about a tow truck?

If you'll permit me,
I have a solution.

See, I told you
it talks.

Perhaps a lesson in manners will
be sufficient. Repeat after me.

"I will, from this day forward,
become a model citizen. "

"I will,
from this day forward,

become a model citizen. "

Somehow,
I don't feel reassured.

Still, a deal is a deal.

Now, in the vernacular
of the road, take a hike.

KITT, there should be a
call goin' out on a pay phone

from the bar, right about now.
Trace it.

You're right, Michael.

The call is to a phone
at 7113 Church Street.

Church Street?

That's Congressman Ebersol's
campaign office.

He's got a buyer for a couple
of Multiple Ejection Racks.

The details are your end. I just
wanna know if the buyer checks out.

That's what Kragen's doing
right now.

Tell him not to make a move unless he's
absolutely certain the buyer's straight.

What if he doesn't call?

Hang in there.
They've got an hour left.

I hope you don't mind, Devon,
but I read the letters.

All of them.
They're beautiful.

You must have loved her
very much.

Yes, I did.

April.

He said he'd meet you
at 11:30 at the Hillside Bar.

Do you think he bought it?

I think so.

Thanks, April.

Michael, good luck.

Thanks.

We are on.

Hey, Jack.

Hutchinson.

I'm ready when you are.

Sure, sure.

Anything for a friend
of Machete Tom.

Uh, first, though, uh, I've got
somebody I'd like you to meet.

Richards!

I don't know
who you are,

Hutch.

But I'm about to show you what
I do to people who set me up.

Michael!
Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm just sore, real sore.

Michael, what happened?

Richards recognized me
at the bar.

He and Kragen
worked me over.

A call went out last night from
Kragen to Ebersol's campaign office.

Apparently, Strock is one of
Ebersol's big financial backers.

And Ebersol

is on
a Congressional subcommittee

concerned with
illegal arms sales.

The technical drawing of the
Sledgehammer's guidance system.

Your mom, she must have come
across it in Ebersol's office.

That's what took her out
to Strock's Surplus Yard.

And that's why
they killed her.

Isn't there something more
we can do?

Yeah.

Yeah, there is somethin'.

But it's a long shot.

It involves you, Camela.

And your resemblance
to your mother.

And it's very dangerous.

You said
she was dead!

Well, that's what Kragen
told me!

Did he see the body?

Listen, no one could survive a direct
hit from a Sledgehammer missile.

Did he
see the body?

What does she want?

$500,000. Cash.

Listen. I have an idea how we
can solve this little problem

once and for all.

Well, do you think
they'll take the bait?

I wish I knew.

I sure hope Camela
will be all right.

Of course she's in
good hands, right, KITT?

Of course, April.

Now I'm increasing the microwave
jammer three times its normal strength.

If they use the helicopter, it should
be able to knock out the engines.

Should?

But the only problem is,

you'll have to get really
close to the helicopter.

Well, how do we do that without
gettin' blown up in the process?

A very good question, Michael.

Unfortunately, I don't have
a very good answer.

I've outfitted KITT

with those prototype
ultramagnesium charges we tested.

They weren't designed to
deflect heat-seeking missiles.

But if all else fails,
they might work.

Might?

Well, it's the best I can do
on short notice.

How come I don't
feel reassured here?

Michael.

Be careful.

Thanks, April.

Hi.

Put your hands on the wheel,
sit back,

and leave the driving to me.

It's her. There she goes.

Hold on, Camela.

Well done, Camela.

The rest is up to Michael.

We're clear.
She's all yours.

Michael, I believe
we have lost our tail.

I believe you're right, pal.

Whatever they've got
planned for us,

it shouldn't be too long now.

Oh, my!

Missile on its way, Michael.

Let's try April's
magnesium flare.

Okay, buddy, looks like
he's comin' down a little bit.

Let's knock out his engines!

We're not bringin' him down!

I gave it everything
I had, Michael.

We simply must get closer.

It's easy for you to say.

All right, pal.
Let's give him some smoke.

This is as close
as we're gonna get.

All right, give me
everything you've got!

All right, KITT,
jam 'em, now!

Take over.

Good work, Michael.

Something I can
help you with?

Miles, what are you
doing here?

There's somebody
I'd like you to meet.

Amelia!

Yes, I thought
you'd be surprised.

However, this is not Amelia
Clermont, but her daughter, Camela.

I don't know what kind of a
game you're playing. But if you-

Mr. Strock, we'd like you
to come with us.

You got a warrant?

People believe in you.

My mother
believed in you.

I hope you understand. I have
no idea what's going on here.

But I'm sure it's nothing
we can't resolve.

I'm afraid I don't agree
with you, Congressman.

But I can virtually guarantee that it
will never be resolved in your favor.

Now, we don't have
all the pieces yet.

But sooner or later
we will have,

and when they're all
put together,

I feel certain
that your political career

will inevitably come to an
abrupt and irrevocable conclusion.

And that's my
campaign promise to you,

Congressman.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Bon voyage, Camela.

It's very difficult
giving up the past.

But not so difficult when some
of it lives on in the present.

Hey, why don't you two follow
us to Southern California?

Well, I think
that's a wonderful idea.

If I get lucky, maybe I'll get
a chance to see you in a bikini.

Well, you know what they say
about luck.

Yeah.

What's that?

A California song, Devon.

It extols the attractions
of that particular area.

Surfing, sun,
girls in bikinis.

It's dreadful.

Well, I think it's terrific.

. I wish they all
could be California girls.

. I wish they all
could be California girls..