All language subtitles for Knight rider s02e05

You must be some kind of
a driver, Michael Knight.

I thought you
said she was blind!

Seeing isn't
necessarily knowing.

I heard that shot ring out.

I want the eyewitness.

Maybe he's just
angry at someone.

He's angry at someone,
all right.

KITT, where are we?

Inside the compactor.

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.

No problem, Alfredo.

Your friend here just
can't hold his tequila.

Go back to work.

I understand.

No, if we agree
to accept the case,

we'll agree to your
terms and conditions.

I have papers,
evidence against him.

I will give you the papers,
but if he finds out,

he will kill me.

Don't worry.

We'll have someone there
for you.

Now, if you'll just
give me your name.

Devon, how do you know
it's not a crank caller?

I mean, maybe he's just
angry at someone.

He's angry at someone,
all right.

The difference is, the man he's
angry with is Louis Gastner.

Michael, here is
the police arrest report

on Louis Gastner.

Gastner, Louis R. Age.: 54.

White male.

Eight arrests for grand theft,
larceny, and extortion.

Name a crime,
and he's been accused of it.

Only problem is nobody's been
able to get a conviction on him.

This "evidence drop, "
as you call it,

is all very strange
and unorthodox, Michael.

It's what the caller ordered.
All part of the plan.

I don't think
I'm going to like this.

Relax. Piece of cake.

I've heard that before.

For instance, when we went up
against Goliath.

No, Michael,
it's this location.

Parking lots depress me.

With all these cars? I thought
you'd feel right at home.

It's precisely
all these cars that bother me.

Here they sit,
left in the sweltering sun,

for all
practical purposes forgotten

while their owners browse
in air-conditioned comfort.

Don't take it personally.

There's row D. Here we go.

All right. I was told
to wait in the mall.

You wait here.
Informant will come by

and drop the evidence in the
window in about two minutes.

Now I'm a mobile mailbox.

All right, Devon wants
a visual on this,

so I'm activating
your video camera.

You buzz me
when he makes the drop, okay?

Despite what you may think,

I'm perfectly capable of
handling my responsibilities.

Boy, you're touchy.

What did you do? Wake up on the
wrong side of the garage this morning?

Very funny.

Stay here.
I'll be right back.

John, where are you going?

I'll be right back.

Michael, this could
be our informant now.

I got you, KITT.

John.

John.

Don't move him!

All right.
Call the paramedics!

I will call them!

All right, everybody, back!
Stay back!

I suppose this is your idea
of a piece of cake?

Thanks for the reminder,
smart guy.

Let's get some history
on his plates, huh.

KITT, are we clear
to Turbo Boost?

No, Michael. There's a school
bus trapped behind the truck!

Can you pick 'em up
with your scanner?

They're out of range.

I'm afraid
we've lost them, Michael.

Them and 10 years
off my life.

Aw!

You know how I feel
about that car.

It's potentially
incriminating.

Yeah, but that's my car.
I love that car.

I hand wax it
every weekend.

Changes the oil
himself, too.

Look, Mr. Gastner,
give me a break.

I'll stash it. I'll have my brother
drive it over the state line.

Okay.

Stash it. Stash it good.

Now I want that evidence
and the guy

who stole it,
no matter who he is.

You understand me?

You shot a guy.
Left an eyewitness.

Said so yourself.
She looked right at you.

You screwed up.
That's human.

I'm forgiving.
That's me. All heart.

To a point.

I want the eyewitness.

That was a close one.

You'd better
find that girl.

Oscar, let her down.

Easy!

Are you going to be okay
in this parking lot?

This is a hospital,
not a shopping center.

By definition, there's a valid
reason for every car here.

I'm quite comfortable,
thank you.

Anything to keep you happy.

Excuse me, I'm lookin' for
a Julie Robinson?

Down the hall.

Thank you.

Dr. Jackson, Treatment Room 1.

Dr. Jackson, Treatment Room 1.

Excuse me,
are you Julie Robinson?

Mm-hmm.

My name is Michael Knight.

I'm with the Foundation
for Law and Government.

I'm the one John was supposed
to meet in the parking lot today.

John didn't say anything
about meeting anyone.

Whether he said
anything or not,

he had some evidence
to deliver.

Now, I've spoken to the
paramedics and the hospital,

but nobody seems to know
anything about it.

Look, uh,

I really don't know
what you're talking about.

John and I were
simply going shopping

when someone shot him
for no reason.

Look, I know this doesn't
seem to be the right time

to ask questions,

but, Julie, you were there.

You must've seen
where he hid the evidence.

Miss Robinson?

Yes.

The doctor's with John now
if you'd like to see him.

Thank you. Sugar?

Michael, I sense
something is bothering you.

KITT, our eyewitness
to the shooting is blind.

But she moved
with such certainty.

Surely I would've noticed.

She also insists
that John Murray

had nothing to do
with the evidence drop.

Do you believe her?

I don't know. We'll see.

Let's hang out here a minute.

She should be out
pretty soon.

What about the Porsche?
Any luck?

The car in question is
registered to a David Dudley.

Insofar as it was involved
in an attempted homicide

shouldn't we share this
information with the police?

KITT, the guy
called the Foundation

because he couldn't go
to the police.

We've got to honor
that confidence.

I doubt I'll ever grasp
this human need for secrets.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Michael, there's a car approaching
that girl at high speed.

What was that black car?

I don't know,
but that girl, she's blind.

Sure?
As sure as I'm sittin' here.

So much
for our eyewitness.

You all right?

Most of me.

Thanks for
cutting that maniac off.

You know what happened?

A car was coming at me
from over there.

You seemed to be coming at me
from over there.

You must be some kind of
a driver, Michael Knight.

Wait a minute.
How'd you know it was me?

I heard you.

I think whoever tried
to kill John

thinks you're an eyewitness
just like I did.

What if they still do.

Michael.

Sorry, pal.

I know how you feel
about dogs as passengers,

but this one's
well trained.

Training is one thing,
obeying is quite another.

You've got a computer
in your car.

No, Julie,
the computer is the car.

KITT, introduce yourself
to Julie Robinson.

I'm pleased to meet you,
Miss Robinson.

A talking car.

Well, now it's my turn
to be impressed.

KITT, is it?
What an intriguing voice.

A little too much gain
in your tweeter,

and a slight metallic tone
to your bass.

Do you really think so?

Make yourself at home.

I'm gonna take Sugar's harness
off and give her some water.

Julie, this place
is beautiful.

Thank you.

Hey, this painting
looks just like Sugar.

Sugar wasn't even born
when I painted that.

I was 17
when I lost my sight.

I painted until then.

And now,
with John's help, I sculpt.

Wow!

I guess the two of you
are real close, huh.

Close? In a way, yes.

You must know
why he brought you

to the shopping center
at that particular time.

We were going to buy supplies
at the art store

at that particular time.

Now, Julie...

You don't believe me, do you?

Well, it's not that
I don't believe you,

but isn't it possible
John didn't tell you

his real reason
for being in there?

No.

How can you be so sure?

The same way I knew
you didn't believe me.

I could hear it
in your voice.

I would've known if John
had been worried or anxious.

No, it's just not possible.

All right. Then why was he
reachin' for my car?

What makes you think
he was?

I saw him.

Michael, seeing isn't
necessarily knowing,

or understanding.

I heard that shot ring out.

I could feel John was hurt.

And all I could do
was just stand there.

All right.

Julie, I got a video tape of
what happened out there today.

I want you
to take a look at it.

Maybe you can hear
or feel somethin' I missed.

All right.

Stay here.
I'll be right back.

John, where are you going?

I'll be right back.

John.

John was going after Sugar,
my dog.

She didn't have
her harness on,

and when John opened the
door, she slipped out.

Miss Robinson,
Sugar is not in the picture.

Why, she has to be.
I can hear her.

Could you please
play back the tape?

Sure.

There. Do you hear her?

Devon, what's that?

A dog's tail, Michael.

I've run every possible check
on John Murray. He's clean.

The man who called me on the
telephone had a Spanish accent.

Our John is not a Latino.

He's Irish.

Don't move him!

All right.
Call the paramedics!

I'll call them!

There's your Latino.

Don't move him!

All right.
Call the paramedics!

I will call them!

He does have an accent.

I'll try to blow it up,
but we'll lose some clarity.

Miss Robinson, you really are
an excellent eyewitness.

Thank you.

. Just a still town girl
on a Saturday night.

. lookin' for the fight
of her life.

. In the real-time world
no one sees her at all.

. they all say she's crazy.

. Locking rhythms
to the beat of her heart.

. changing woman into life.

. She has danced
into the danger zone.

. when a dancer
becomes a dance.

. It can cut you
like a knife.

. if the gift
becomes the fire.

. On a wire between will
and what will be.

. She's a maniac.

. maniac on the floor.

. And she's dancing like
she's never danced before..

This is Gastner's place.

Let's see
what we can find out.

It's gonna be tough.

It's a long shot, but I
think Gastner's involved.

I fail to see the logic
of what we're doing here.

Tryin' a long shot, pal,
maybe we'll get lucky.

It's worse than I imagined.

Yeah, I know.

Because everybody
has an accent.

No. That machine.
That horrible machine.

Look what it's doing.

Wow.

And you thought
parkin' lots were bad.

Hello.

Yeah?

I'm lookin' for a guy
named Dudley.

Dave Dudley.

He brought his Porsche
by my house yesterday

said he wanted
to trade it for my car.

Thought I might take him up
on his offer, Mr...

Gastner.

Nobody named
Dudley works here.

You sure?

Yeah.

But if you find him,
take him up on his offer.

You'll be getting
the best end of the deal.

All right.
Let's get back to work.

Spoken like a true barbarian.

Did you say somethin'?

I certainly did.

That awful man is an insult
to the human race

and the automotive industry.

He belongs behind bars.

No argument from me
on that one.

KITT, the guy seemed
pretty sure of himself.

I think Dudley and his pal
realized Julie really is blind.

Then we're back
to square one.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Give me all you've got
on David Dudley.

Personal habits,
hobbies, friends.

Give me the works.

Dudley used to play
semi-pro football.

On his time off, he hangs
around in the Second Avenue park.

That gives me an idea, KITT.

The way John's improving, he
should be able to talk pretty soon.

Well, I'm still not sure
I understand your plan.

I thought
you were after Gastner.

We are. But as long
as Dudley and his buddy

are running interference
for him,

we're gonna have
to nail 'em first.

But they know I'm blind.

Julie, you said it yourself:

"Seeing isn't necessarily
knowing or understanding. "

Don't worry about a thing.

KITT's gonna take
real good care of you.

Am I doing all right, KITT?

With a little more practice,
we could enter the Indy 500.

Flatterer.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

There's Dudley, Julie.

Good. He saw you.

Dudley, look!
Look, it's that broad.

I thought you said
she was blind!

You said she was!
Come on!

Barbara, wait here!

I believe
Michael's ploy is working.

Good.
Pedal to the metal, KITT.

This is Officer Peter Gray.
42786.

I've just spotted
a blind girl driving a car.

Please advise.

Looks like the little lady
ran out of space.

Yeah. She's run
out of luck, too.

Hey, open the door.
Open the door.

Open the door.
Come on!

Don't worry, Julie,
everything will be all right.

Well, what are you
yelling for?

The car moved.
It's got my foot.

It's got my foot!

No, no, no!

Julie, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Somebody's under arrest.

April, there's no way
I can identify the man.

He could just
as easily be me.

I know.

I'm sorry, Michael.
It's the best I could do.

Okay.

Michael, I'm afraid
your plan may not pay off.

The police have questioned
Dudley and Mel to no avail.

The sports car you described
has disappeared.

And there's simply
no concrete evidence

linking them
to John Murray's shooting.

Well, at least we've kept them
out of action for 24 hours.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Julie.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Yeah. Sure, I'll tell him.

Bye-bye.

Good news.

John's regained consciousness.

That is good news.

Maybe we've got
an eyewitness after all.

Michael, I've been thinking.
If I adJusted my bass

an octave or so, perhaps
it might sound more mellow.

What do you think?

KITT, will you stop worrying
about your voice?

It's fine.
I like it just the way it is.

You wouldn't fib to me,
would you?

Never.

Michael, I've been thinking
about David Dudley's sports car.

I'm afraid it may have met
with a dreadful end.

I don't follow.

It's occurred to me
that insofar as the car

is essentially evidence
in the shooting,

those hoodlums
may have disposed of it

in that crusher
at the wrecking yard.

Oh. Well, that would make a
compact out of it, wouldn't it?

I fail to see the humor
in that.

It's a most humiliating way to
go, transformed into a tin can.

Well, I'll remember that
the next time I have sardines.

Really, Michael. Sometimes
you're so insensitive.

John, I'm real sorry you got
caught in the middle of this.

It's just a matter of being at
the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was trying to help Julie,
and she was telling me not to.

That's the way
it is with us.

Where is she, anyway?

Probably down
at the cafeteria

telling them
how to cook my food.

I got it. Thank you.
Okay, straight ahead.

Thank you, Julie.

They're beautiful.

They smell good, too.

John, we're trying
to put this puzzle together,

but we're missin'
a few pieces.

Oh. I don't know what I can
do to help, but anything I can.

Do you remember right
after you were shot,

a man callin' out
for the paramedics?

He was a Latino.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I remember him.

One minute he was
comin' toward me,

like he was going
to help me catch Sugar,

then he was gone.

We think he's the key
to the whole situation here.

If you saw this guy again,
you think you'd recognize him?

I don't think so. No.

I was paying
more attention to Sugar.

Then, when I got shot
everything went black.

I'm sorry.

Visiting hours
are almost over.

I was hoping you could
stay a little longer.

I'll be back.
You get your rest.

Julie.

Thanks a lot, John.
Hang in there.

Where're you goin'?

The wreckin' yard.

I'll find out which one
of the Latinos speaks English.

We'll talk to every single
one of them if we have to.

Listen,
I appreciate your help,

but maybe you should
stay here with John.

He's doing fine.
And he's in the best of care.

Besides, you have no idea
who you're looking for,

and I know exactly
what he sounds like.

I think you need me.

You know what I think?

You're right. I do. Let's go.

You know, Julie,

I don't think I'm the
only one who needs you.

Come on, Sugar.
Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.
In you go.

Okay.

"Now is the winter
of my discontent

made glorious summer
by the sun of York. "

Say what?

Shakespeare. I wanted Julie to
hear the tonal purity of my voice.

Very nice. Really.

But do I detect a slight
reverberation in your treble?

That does it.
My tweeters are sealed.

Is something
bothering you, Michael?

Well, I can't hide much
from you, can I?

This time
it's simple female intuition.

What's wrong?

Nothin's wrong, Julie.
I'm just curious.

About?

About you and John.

I told you, Michael,
we're close-

I know you said
you're close in ways.

Just wondering
if that's how John sees it.

No pun intended?

Julie, maybe you're too busy
proving you don't need anybody,

you're overlookin'
someone who needs you.

Someone who loves you
very much.

KITT, is Gastner around?

Now he's not talkin'.

Gastner's car isn't here.

Be careful.
This place feels dangerous.

Hello!

Mi nombre is Michael Knight.

I'm from The Foundation
for Law and Government.

Your boss, uh, Louis Gastner.

He's a bad man,
you know that.

One of you guys called
the Foundation for help.

We're here.
We want to help.

But you guys
got to talk to me.

Please, one of you,
tell me what's goin' on.

KITT, that voice over
the bullhorn, that's him.

Are you positive, Julie?

Absolutely.

Michael, Julie's identified
the man with the bullhorn.

Wait!
I'm Michael Knight. Stop!

Hey, stop.

KITT, run some
interference for me.

Hold on, Julie.

Look, I want to help. I
just wanna talk to you.

Open the door, KITT!

I'm Michael Knight.

I'm with the Foundation.
Come on, get in.

You make
a terrible mistake, senor.

My name's Alfredo Diaz

and I work for Mr. Gastner
for five years.

But I'm an honest man.

Alfredo, I'm sure you are.

That's why you called us
in the first place.

That's why I'm here now.

He's the one, Michael.
I'm positive.

Alfredo, if you called the
Foundation you must've been desperate.

We're ready to help.
Why don't you let us?

Allow me, Michael.

All right. Maybe Devon
will have better luck.

Come on, Sugar.

That poor man must be
frightened to death.

Julie, it's for
his own good.

Gastner would do a lot more than
scare him if he'd found him first.

Look, I really don't like
leavin' you alone here.

I'm not alone.
I've got Sugar.

You'll be at
the hospital later, right?

And you've got my number at
the Foundation if you need me.

Okay. Now, lock the door and
don't let anybody in, okay?

Um, I've been thinking
about what you said.

Maybe it's true.

Maybe I've been trying
so hard to be independent

that I just haven't left room
for anybody else in my life.

Thanks.

Okay.

Come on, Sugar.

You said
that you had evidence

of Gastner's
criminal activities.

Well, why won't you tell us
about them now?

You're safe here.

We're never safe.

He would kill me
just like he killed Celso.

Celso?

A man from Guadeloupe.

They told me he was drunk.

They put his body in the car,
and they put the car...

Alfredo, why did
Gastner kill him?

Alfredo, this Foundation exists
to help anyone who needs it,

anyone who feels
that a wrong must be righted.

You know that.
We'll protect you.

Gastner brings people in across
the border to work for him.

He gives us money that we
must pay back with interest.

The more we make,
the more we owe.

Celso refused to pay.

He threatened
to go to the police.

He was proud.
He was too proud.

The evidence you have on
Gastner, where is it now?

I have it hidden.

But now I'll get it for you.

Hello?

Yes?

What? Where?

Yes, I understand.

Thanks for calling.

Dudley and Mel were formally
charged with attempted assault.

Bail was set and Gastner posted
it before the ink was dry.

Julie!

What is it, Sugar?

What is it?

Michael?

Julie.

It's okay, Sugar.
I'll bring her back.

You idiot. Some eyewitness.

She was driving the car.
We saw her plain as day.

Her boyfriend
doesn't know anything,

or the cops would've
got to us by now.

But who knows
what Alfredo gave them?

That's why I'm clearing out,
and taking her as insurance.

The guy in the black car,
he's headed this way!

Julie, are you all right?

He's not armed.

Give it up, Gastner.
It's all over.

Because of some
flimsy evidence

and the word of
an illegal alien?

Michael, I scanned the cars
as you asked.

I've located human remains in
one of the compacted automobiles.

Who said that?

Celso Moreno died
in that crusher.

He was murdered by Gastner and
his men because he fought back.

Shut Knight up.

Get him in the car.

Mel.

I'm going to stop
by the office

and pick up the files.

You take care of him.

All right. Get him in.

You guys stay cool,
or you're next.

Michael? Michael, I need you!

Michael. Michael.

What are you-

Hey, back off!

It's okay.
I'm your friend.

Michael,
you've regained consciousness.

KITT, where are we?

Inside the compactor.

My worst nightmares
are being realized.

I can see me now.

Tin cans, TV dinners,
garbage can lids.

Not if I can help it!

Give me every pound
of Turbo Boost you've got.

All right, let's go for it!
Now!

You okay?

At the moment,
I'm practically speechless.

Gastner's about to escape,
Michael, down at the office.

With Julie?

No, he's alone.

All right, KITT,
let's get him.

Give me everything you've got.

Look at that.

Are you all right?

I'm okay.

Out cold and he never
laid a glove on me.

No less than the miserable
cretin deserves, Michael.

I trust a court of law will
treat him just as harshly.

Count on it, buddy.

Anyway, good work.

Oh, yeah. Good voice.

But that was my normal voice.

That's what I mean.

I can't believe John will be
coming home tomorrow.

It seems like a miracle
how quickly he's recovering.

It's always easier
when you give a man

somethin' to come home for.

What's going to happen with
Alfredo and the other workers?

First, they've got
to testify against Gastner.

With Alfredo's evidence,
that shouldn't take too long.

Oh, by the way, Devon's
already looking into a way

to have them stay here
and work legally.

I think that's all
they really want.

To work and live in peace.

That doesn't seem
too much to ask for.

Oh, I almost forgot.
Here. Sugar.

Okay

Come on, buddy.

Well, when something
or someone moves me,

I try and capture
his likeness.

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

No one's ever done this
for me before.

It's beautiful, Julie.

And such a remarkable likeness,
don't you think, Michael?

Yeah. Yeah. Very remarkable.

Michael, I have one request
to ask of KITT.

Name it.

KITT, since I'm never going to
have another opportunity to drive-

Say no more, Julie.

Don't Just stand there,
Michael.

We're in
for the ride of our lives.

Oh, you might as well
get in, too.

Just mind your manners.

Come on, Sugar.