All language subtitles for Knight rider s02e08

In recent months,

there's been
a rash of car thefts.

The "bump-and-run"
is the latest technique.

Let's get out
of here!

You wanted to steal a car,

and now you've stolen
the ride of your lives.

The Pennington
has been stolen, Michael.

Can Carrie's car make it?

If it does, it will be
by the skin of its bumper.

There's my car!

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.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

Is that all you can find
to say, madam?

Oh, you're gonna be mad.
Oh, don't be mad.

It's such
a beautiful day.

Nevertheless,

this car you
so carelessly struck

just happens to be
one of the very few

Pennington Ascot Regencies
left in the world.

And it is not mine.

Oh, Bobby Jo's
just going to kill me.

I need identification.

I also need your insurance.

You are insured,
aren't you?

Bobby Jo is.
This is his car.

My purse,
it's in the front seat.

Would you, oh, please?

I don't feel so good.

Oh, my God.

Devon sure looked great
in that blazer, didn't he?

I had the distinct impression

he was trying to impress
the car.

Can you blame him?

The Pennington Ascot Regency
is a classic.

you're in a class
all by yourself.

You're one of a kind.

Thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

Hello, Devon.

I thought you were out
joyriding in the Pennington.

The Pennington
has been stolen, Michael.

What?

I'll explain later.

The point is Cdr. Smythe
is due back here,

early Monday morning.

Now, if he returns, and I
haven't got the Pennington-

Say no more.
I'll meet you at the semi.

Devon, are you sure
it was planned?

Yes, it was
a professional job.

I wish I'd been rude and told
her to fetch her own purse.

A gentleman
to the very end.

All right,
what've you got?

Well, in recent months,

there's been a rash of
custom and classic car thefts.

The "bump-and-run"
is the latest technique.

Well, if that's all
we've got to go on,

somebody's
in a lot of trouble.

Must you be so negative?

Actually, it's not all
we've got to go on. April?

Well, I think we've come up
with a common denominator.

Everywhere
there's been a theft,

there's also been a custom
car show not far away.

Makes a lot of sense.
The shows attract cars.

The cars attract
potential buyers.

Which is precisely
the reason

that you're going
to Barton Springs.

If they are planning
to sell the Pennington,

this could very well
be the place.

The Barton Springs
Custom and Classic Car Show.

. State your case
with black or white.

. But when one little cross
leads to shots.

. Grit your teeth.

. You run for cover
so discreet.

. Why don't they.

. Do what they say,
say what you mean.

. One thing leads to another.

. You told me something wrong,
I know I listen too long.

. But then
one thing leads to another.

. The impression
that you sell.

. Passes in and out
like a scent.

. But the long face
that you see.

. comes from living
close to your fears..

Nice car.

Oh, thanks.

I hope the judges
think so.

Yeah.

Can you tell me
who runs the show?

Sure. Uh, Suzanne Weston.
She's over there.

Look for the tightest pants.

Thanks.

May I have
your ticket, ma'am?

Great. Good luck.
Thank you.

Hi, you Miss Weston?

Mmm-hmm.

Name's Michael Knight.

I'm a collector.

Couple of my buddies told me
I hadn't been to a show,

till I'd been
to one of yours.

From what I can see, they
weren't just blowing smoke.

It'll be the best show
this season.

That's real good to hear,
because I'm looking for a car.

Something real special.

Of course I know
some of the best deals

aren't always
in the open market.

Sometimes privacy
is as important as pink slips.

I just run a car show,
Michael.

I don't handle private sales.

But, uh, hang around.
Mingle a bit,

get to know the owners.

Who knows what a good-looking
man like you might turn up.

Now you remember,

when you wave,
make a big show of it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Move back here, folks.
Move back. Move back.

Let the Longhorn in.
Get away from it.

There's plenty of gawking
to be done on the inside.

Dobie, Dobie, come on,
take it in there.

Hit anybody
that touches the paint.

Nora, come on.

Psst. Back off, pard.
Don't crowd the Horn.

Not crowding.
Just looking, pard.

We gotta have
a little talk, Suzanne.

I was promised
supreme spotting

on the inside.

I get here,
and what do I find?

I find the Haver girl
has got that spot.

Now, you gotta
figure out

who the star of
this show is, sweetheart.

In a minute.
In a minute, Buck.

This is Michael Knight.
Nora and Buck Rayburn.

Buck is also a collector.

Really?

Maybe we'll get a chance
to talk later, huh?

Sure thing. Just as soon
as I get squared away

with the sweetheart here.

Now, why can't I put the Horn

right next to
the Haver girl's car?

Buck, there's no room.

Look at
that blonde.

Oh!

That bathing suit's
got to be painted on.

What there is of it.

Now, she would make
a great cheerleader.

Will you forget
about cheerleaders?

Who cares about
credentials here?

I'm talking flesh.

You know what it takes to get
that kind of flesh, Hector?

Big bucks, Hector.
Or a hot car.

Excuse me.

. Never had a doubt.

How're you doing, pal?

I'm doing
just as you asked, Michael.

Snapping pictures
of every woman who walks by.

I feel absolutely ludicrous.

Like a second-rate spy
in a B movie.

It's gotta be done.

Devon just might be
able to ID someone.

I suppose.
Are you making any progress?

No. No bites yet.

Well, I'll continue
working the party,

and, uh, show everybody
I'm in the market.

Working the party?

You call making small talk

and drinking margaritas
working?

Keep your scanners peeled
and your shutter snapping.

I know. It's a dirty job,
but somebody's gotta do it.

. I knew you'll never keep.

Don't be stupid.

This is a chance to do
something with your life.

Thanks for
your interest.

But in case
you didn't notice,

I already am.

What? Towing around
your father's dream?

Carrie, that car was
his fixation, not yours.

I'll give you $20,000 cash.

The car's not for sale,
Suzanne.

Not now. Not ever.

$20,000.
That's as high as I'll go.

If you're smart,
you'll take it.

. Promises, promises..

Hi.

Oh, hi.

You okay?

Sure, I'm okay.

Yeah, well, I couldn't help
overhearing the conversation.

Yeah.

It's just some of
these people around here.

It's like my dad
never even existed.

"Eddie Haver died?
Oh, too bad.

"Maybe his kid's
desperate.

"Maybe we can- Maybe
we can buy his dream

for 10 cents
on the dollar. "

On Sunday, they'll be crying

when the judges
announce the winner.

Thanks.

Hey.

How about
breakfast tomorrow?

Oh, well, I plan to be
at the show by 7:00.

Me, too. Get some coffee
and doughnuts

and drive over together.

You sure you're not
trying to bribe me

to sell you my car?

Bribe you?
With coffee and doughnuts?

Tomorrow?

Okay.

Okay. See you tomorrow.

Good night.

Michael,

she's just a kid.

Cute, but really not
in your league.

When you're ready to graduate,
stop by and say hello.

Room 358.

You know the people here?

Some.
Mostly by reputation.

They're a mixed bag.

Owners, drivers,
collectors...

Lots of wheeling
and dealing.

What about this, uh,
Suzanne Weston?

Hmm. Suzanne.

She's the type of woman
who wants something

if someone else has it.

Cars, men,
it doesn't matter.

That's my car!

My car!

Michael,
is he dead?

He'll be okay.
Call an ambulance. Go!

KITT, get over here, quick.

Michael, there's a train track
less than a mile ahead.

As long as there's no train.

That's precisely my point.
There is.

All right,
let's have a look.

Can Carrie's car make it?

If it does, it will be
by the skin of its bumper.

What about us?

Certainly not
in the conventional way.

Get ready, pal.

Michael.

You got them on your scanner?

I hate to say it, Michael,

but Carrie's car
has disappeared.

We've got a contract!

No contract on Earth

is gonna keep the Longhorn
here overnight again.

I'm lucky that thief
was blessed with bad taste

and didn't steal
the Horn as it is.

I could sue you, Rayburn.

Not without a counter-suit,
Miss Weston.

Your contract guaranteed
adequate security.

You tell her, sweet pea.

I'll double the security.

Oh, God.

They said
they'll do their best.

Which is a sure sign they
have no hope of recovering it.

Don't make it any worse
than it already is.

It couldn't get
any worse.

Thanks for
trying to help.

By the way,
that's some car you've got.

Who are you?

I mean. you're more
than what you've said.

Well, believe it or not,

I'm here to find out
who's been stealing the cars

whenever there's a show.

What are you,
an undercover cop?

Something like that.

Listen, I don't know about
you, but my car is all I've got.

Let me work with you.

I'm sorry, I work alone.
Besides, it could be dangerous.

Well, I'm not afraid.
Please...

If you had anything
to do with this...

If that's an accusation, you'd
better be able to back it up.

Oh, if I could back it up,
you wouldn't be standing there

with your eye shadow
so perfectly overdone.

Well, you've got a smart mouth

for a girl who's just turned
in her training bra.

Okay, hold it.

Nobody feels very good
about this,

and this is not gonna make
anyone feel better.

So why don't
we call it a draw

and each of us go out
to our neutral corners.

What's your interest
in this?

Just mingling, like you said.

Well, maybe you should learn
to be a little more selective.

Come on,
I'll buy you a lemonade.

A double.

You gonna do this
all your life?

What?

This. Stare at the ground
prowling for cigarette butts.

If you're gonna lecture me
about smoking, Leroy...

I'm not talking about
smoking, beetle-brain,

I'm talking about this.
Common labor.

How many cheerleaders
you think you're gonna get

on $2.25 an hour?

Is that all we make?

Hector, Hector, Hector,
I'm telling you,

if you want cheerleaders
you gotta have a fancy car.

On $2.25 an hour?

Hector, what you make does not
necessarily determine how you live.

Look at the guy who stole
that girl's car this morning.

He didn't work for it.

But he's got it.

Come on.

Well, I've studied

all the photos
KITT's transmitted.

Anything?

Nothing, I'm afraid.

I'm beginning to wonder
if I'd recognize her,

if I bumped into each other
at the supermarket.

Devon, you don't go
to supermarkets.

Yes, quite right, but
you take my point, don't you?

April went over
the stolen car

and found
a single strand of hair,

from an expensive
wig made of Elura.

What about the background
on our people?

Nothing, I'm afraid.

With the exception
of Suzanne Weston.

She has an arrest record.

An arrest record?

Don't tell me.

Quite right, Michael.

Two counts
of grand theft auto.

No convictions.

Interesting lady.

I wonder if she has
an affinity for wigs.

Good work, Devon.

Not good enough I'm afraid.

Cdr. Smythe has had
a change of plans.

He's arriving tomorrow.

Michael, I'm a mature man.

I handle human frailties
fairly well, even my own.

But I have no intention of
facing the Commander car-less.

I hear you.

KITT, remember these letters:
"CB, JR, JW."

Michael, I'm convinced
they're to a combination lock.

But where that particular type
of lock is at the present

is an entirely
different matter.

All right.

Let's see if only her
hairdresser knows for sure.

Sorry, Michael.
As you can see,

the hair from Suzanne's wig
is a coarse synthetic.

It comes from a cheaper wig.

There's more wigs
floating around here

than in Miami Beach.

Michael,

the impossible once again
becomes commonplace.

You got a fix on the lock?

Better than that.
I can tell you where it is.

CB.

JR.

JW.

Okay. You better get lost.

Michael, two vehicles
are approaching the warehouse.

One is Suzanne,
the other an unknown cyclist,

going around back.

Thanks, pal.

KITT, I'm around back,
cut him off.

Hold it! Hold it!

Stop!

Carrie!

I don't care what you think,
I'm innocent.

I'm not guilty of anything.
Unlike you.

What are you talking about?

Suzanne Weston.

I saw you
sneak out of her room

after your nasty
little assignation.

It wasn't what you think

and if you're so innocent,
why are you here?

I think Suzanne stole my car.

Either stole it
or had it stolen.

I don't trust her.

Yeah.
I don't trust her either.

Doesn't mean
she's guilty, does it?

Besides, your car
isn't even in there.

Just storage.

You sound like
we're working together.

Are we?

Okay.

For starters,
I got a good idea.

What?

If the thief isn't interested
in selling me a car,

maybe he'd like to
steal one from me.

How's this?

Oh, that would be great.

April, I can't believe

you're participating
in this barbarism.

Now, KITT, you know
we wouldn't be doing this

if it weren't
absolutely necessary.

How would you feel if someone
decided to extend your nose,

remove your ears,
lengthen your neck

and paint your body
candy-apple red?

Thank goodness
Wilton Knight isn't here

to see this sacrilege.

Yo, Devon.

Michael, have you made
any progress at all?

Uh, that depends on
how you define progress.

I define it as recovering
the Pennington.

In that case, no.

But I've come up
with a new approach.

I've decided
to change tactics.

While you're changing tactics,
I'm running out of time.

Cdr. Smythe is due here
in less than 24 hours.

Maybe you can stall him.

My dear boy, one does not
stall the Commander.

One tries to survive him.

Lt. Miles, attention!

Did you see
the look on his face?

I think you're both being
extremely insensitive

to the humiliation
involved here.

You mean Devon's?

Mine.

Well, KITT,
think of it this way.

Even as we speak,
innocent, beautiful cars,

are being stolen
and customized

against their will.

Against their will?

Against their will.

In that case, we've
no time to lose. Proceed.

The odds on the Longhorn
are even money, boys.

Even money. Bet 100 to win 90.

There's a 10 percent vig.

You think I do this
just to win friends

and influence people?

Well, put me down for 1,000.

You better run a good book,
Dobie, know what I mean?

Because the Longhorn
is a shoe-in.

Can I use the hot tub later?

Over my dead body.

Did you hear anything
about a last-minute entry?

No.

My entrance fee's
still good, isn't it?

Oh, no way. No ringers.
No late entries.

It's not exactly
a late entry, Mr. Rayburn.

Carrie had a car registered,
and it was stolen.

This car's just
taking its place.

Well?

She paid her entrance fee

so the car
is allowed to compete.

Well, it's just a car.
What are you looking at?

Step right up.

It's just a car.

Show off.

That's what I call
a mean machine.

There isn't a cheerleader
in the world

you couldn't get
with that car, Hector.

And did you see Rayburn?

He looked like he was
going to jump out of his skin

and fly all the way
back to Texas.

He could do that
on his wife's broomstick.

Have I thanked you
for all your help?

Yeah. In your own way.

Well, I'm not quite
sure what that means,

but, uh,
it doesn't sound right.

I mean, it seems to me

that I should thank
a person in his way.

What is your way, Michael?

I'll tell you what.
If our plan works,

and the thief tries
to steal KITT tonight,

you can thank me.

I don't think
you answered my question.

So I'm just
gonna have to guess.

Get down here.

Close?

Real close.

See you tomorrow,
crack of dawn.

I'll be ready.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I thought
it was time for us

to pick up
where we left off.

Yeah, well, Suzanne,
this whole thing.

I'm telling you,
it's not the way it looks.

I take pride in making
myself perfectly clear.

It's not worth it.

Why are we getting
in all this trouble?

Do you trust me?

Will you just trust me?
It is worth it.

It is worth it.
Will you just listen?

I'm no- I'm no good
at this kind of stuff.

We ain't in no trouble.

We only get in trouble
if we get caught.

And we ain't gonna
get caught, Hector.

What's that?

That? Oh, that, uh...

That is a computer watch.

And it reminds me that
I've gotta take some pills.

Well, you look
perfectly healthy to me.

It's a miracle
of modern medicine.

KITT, what is it?

We've got a bite,
Michael.

Two stealthy figures
are approaching me.

Uh, you handle it.

I'll be out there
as soon as I can.

I think it's time
we had a nice little talk.

Michael whoever-you-are.

All right, what
do you want to talk about?

Who you are. Why you're here.

I told you.

Then let's be
more specific.

Because, I also saw you
skulking around

the warehouse I rented.

I'll tell you what.

You give me the gun,

and I'll give you an answer.

Suzanne, Grand Theft Auto
is one thing.

But you really
don't want to shoot me.

Oh, good move, Hector.
You just woke half the town.

How come I always
have to carry everything?

Look, let's just forget
the whole thing.

So far
all they have on us

is intent to disturb
the peace.

That's a humiliation,
disturbing the peace.

What do you get
if you disturb the peace?

If I'm gonna get busted,

I'd rather get busted
for Grand Theft Auto.

At least it's got substance.

At least they know
you were going for something.

Now, bend the hangers.
Bend the hangers.

Oh, dear,
what a disappointment.

Small fish in a small pond.

Well, I guess
that old saying is true.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Truth is stranger
than fiction.

Stranger but not nearly
as interesting.

For what it's worth,

I hope you find
whoever stole your boss' car.

As the owner of a car show,

I hate the thefts
as much as anybody else.

We build our image
on good, clean family fun.

And if you're ever in the mood
for the other kind,

you know where
you can find me.

Oh, yeah, KITT,
what's happening?

False alarm, Michael.

I thought somebody
was after you.

They were. Are, actually.

The trouble is they're not
professional thieves.

How do you know?

They're trying to gain entry

with a coat hanger
and a Phillips screwdriver.

I can't figure this out
for the life of me.

Let's go home, Leroy.

There's no cheerleader
worth any of this.

I got an idea.
No! Guaranteed to work.

Come on, get the box.

How come I always
got to carry the toolbox?

Come on.
How come?

Well, Michael,
the night is still young.

Those two baboons have gone

and there's still time
to catch the real thief.

Yeah. Let's hope so,
for Devon's sake.

You did what
with the Pennington?

I, uh, had her
entered in a car show.

You put the Pennington
Ascot Regency on display,

before commoners?

Well, you see, Henry, I, uh,

I felt that all that beauty,
all that majesty,

ought to be shared
with the rest of the world,

to brighten
the colorless lives

of the deprived,
of the, uh, less fortunate.

Yes, I... I suppose
I can see what you mean.

You can?

Why, that's absolutely
wonderful.

What good news
for the masses.

Take me to
the show at once.

Take you?

Henry,
it's up in Barton Springs,

quite a fair journey
and it's already very late.

Uh, look. What do you say,
let's relax for the evening.

And we'll get a fresh start
first thing in the morning.

We'll arrive in plenty
of time for the judging.

Nothing wrong, is there?

Wrong? Certainly not.

What on earth could
possibly be wrong?

I see there's only one way
to get rid of you two.

You did it.

I told you. Come on.

Wow, look at that dash.

TV set and all.

Didn't I tell you
this car was special?

You can say that again.

Will you slow down?

I'm not doing it, Hector!
It's driving itself!

Shall we take
the scenic route,

or are you in a hurry?

Who said that?

Let's get out of here!

No, you don't.

You wanted to steal a car,

and now you've stolen
the ride of your lives.

Let me out of here!

Remember this

the next time you think
about stealing a car.

Yes, sir.

Now get lost.

Hector.

You carry it
this time.

Goodbye.

I'm-I'm go- I'm going.
I'm going.

And good riddance.

You better hurry up.

Well.

How do I look?

Oh, what do you think
that black beauty's worth?

Oh. About $75,000.

You look like $75,000.

Ah! There's nothing quite like
getting an early start

to awaken the senses.

The crisp,
clear smell of the dawn.

It makes you yearn for
the war years, huh, Devon?

Leading a bristled
gaggle of men into battle.

The clash of steel
against steel, by george.

Uh, steel against steel,
yes, quite.

Still, we have plenty
of time for breakfast.

A leisurely breakfast.

Well, I've waited this long
to drive the old girl.

I suppose I could
wait a little longer.

Oh, good.

You don't suppose they could
find any kippers, do you?

Well.

Looks like the amateurs didn't
do too much damage, huh?

Michael, I am
more than capable

of solving most problems

intelligently
and scientifically.

Oh, yeah? What did you do?

Scared their socks off.

Do you think this plan
will work, Michael?

I certainly hope so.

There's someone
approaching us, Michael.

Male or female?

Female. To be
more specific, blonde.

Bingo.

How unpleasant.

Think about how
all the other cars feel.

They dent.

...how sorry I am. It
really is just all my fault.

I'm just glad
nobody was hurt.

You aren't hurt,
are you?

No, no, I'm fine.

Oh.
Not a scratch.

Thank goodness.

I mean, these days
you don't know who to trust.

Some people just yell whiplash
if you just wave at them.

Well, my insurance company
will pay for any damage

to your car.

Well, uh...

Looks like you got off lucky.

Yeah.

Well, you know, here could be
some internal damage here.

Maybe I'd better get the name
of your insurance company.

Just to be
on the safe side.

Internal damage.
Of course. Yes.

Oh, would you be a dear
and get me my purse.

I'm just shaking so.
I left it on the front seat.

Sure. No problem.

Oh, thank you very much.

You sure
it's in the car?

I can't find it.

It worked. Who is it?

You'll never guess.

Michael!

Nora Rayburn.

You're very nice.

Kindly keep your hands
to yourself, madam.

What?

Oh. I see.
One of those talking cars.

"Your fuel is low. "
"Please close your door. "

How unnerving.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Wait a minute.

They don't program cars
with bad grammar.

Open that door.

When the truck comes,

I want these moved out
as soon as possible.

Oh! Ain't it beautiful.
It's just beautiful!

Nora.

Oh, I wouldn't know
what to do without you.

Did you have
any trouble?

Not at all.

But it's a real
strange car, though.

I mean it speaks
horrible English

and it practically
drives itself.

Well, that's
the power steering, honey.

Umm...

I don't know.

We're ready
when they get here, boss.

Load this one last.

There's my car!
They stole my car!

Come on!
Get out of the way!

You stay here.

KITT.

Back up.

Now.

Carrie!

Hey, Michael, over here.

You okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

You there! Pull over!
Pull over, I say.

We gotta stop him
before he causes an accident.

I got an idea.

Michael, you can't be thinking

of turbo boosting
over the Longhorn.

Come on.

It is amazing, isn't it?

Carrie!

Got you.
You conniving customizer.

We did it!

Oh!

We sure did.
Oh.

You stay where you are,
Michael.

Oil may strike you
as hilarious, but not me.

Help!

KITT.

KITT. Now, cut it out.

Hey, I mean it!

You two
are not getting into me

until you have
a thorough steam-cleaning.

Hey! Hey,
come back here! KITT!

Devon, I have seen
this car twice now.

Where is my Pennington?

Have I shown you
the customized Packard?

Yes. Devon, I insist

you take me to
the Pennington immediately.

And so I shall.

Hello.

I just wanted to
polish her up a little.

She is a sight,
I must say.

You're quite right,
Devon.

Everyone should
experience her beauty.

Michael!
Michael, I won!

I won!

Fantastic.

Oh, I don't know
how to thank you.

I'm still going
to think of a way.

I bet you will.
I'll see you later.

Okay.

Thank you.

Good work, Michael.

Thanks, Devon.

Are you all right?

I'm all right as long as
I don't move from this spot.

Oh.

I see.

Well, I'm sure that
you'll think of something.

And I'll see you
back at the semi.

I must say,
she's a beauty, isn't she?

Look here.
Don't crowd around like that.

I say, don't touch!

Oh.

I almost forgot.

For you.

"Honorable Mention"?
How insulting.

Don't take it
too personally, pal.

You know
how these contests are.

All political.

I'd like to give those Judges
a piece of my mind.