All language subtitles for Knight rider s02e14

Michael!

I want to find out
who killed her.

That's why I'm here.

Beautiful models,
all bringing in fortunes

in jewels,
only to have them stolen.

Until two years ago,
it seems you didn't exist.

You could have fooled me.

How nice of you to join us.

KITT, get over here.

That young man was talking
to his car, Maurice.

Too late to slow down, pal.

And it may be
too late to turbo, Michael.

Better not be.

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.

So, I looked Mr.
Hollywood Producer right in the eye,

and I said:

"Do you really expect to put
a price on beauty like this?

That would be like
trying to sell the sunrise. "

So Mr. Producer nods and says

that is exactly
what he wants to do,

to sell the sunrise.

So what could I do?

I smiled dramatically,
and I said:

"Well,
if that's the way you feel,

make sure
it's a big price. "

Rachel, it's our
chance to get out of here

it's something we
always hoped for.

It's not right.
Not this way.

Chris, we can wait.

For what?

Old age?

There's got to be
another way, Chris.

There's got to be.

Please.

I can't.
I'm sorry.

Yes.

No, I don't know.

Lauren, I'm going home.

Well, I'll
drive you then.

No, you shouldn't leave.
It's okay.

I'll hardly be missed. Look, I'll
take you, and I'll come right back.

Are you gonna be all right?

Michael, I'm
not sure I understand.

What will these
models be wearing?

Next spring's fashions. Why?

The clothing last spring
seemed satisfactory.

Why create new apparel?

KITT, people's tastes change.

They like new designs,
new lines.

Why can't people be content
with what they have?

Think of it this way, KITT,

if Detroit had been content,
you'd still be a Model T.

. Ain't nobody
loves me better.

. Makes me happy.

. Makes me feel this way.

. Ain't nobody.

. Loves me better than you..

Faster! That's it.

Great,
really sexy, just there.

That's wonderful.

Lauren,
try that. That's it.

Light's all right.
Wonderful.

Move it over to the left.

That's it. That's perfect!

That's wonderful.
Just a little more.

Come on.

Really sexy.
I can feel it. Really sexy.

That's it.

Lauren, fall back.

That's it.
Why don't you take a break?

Hi.

Mmm.

By the way,
I'm Michael Knight.

After all this,
you had better be.

Mr. Miles
described you perfectly.

Thanks for coming.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

I told everyone that
you were an old flame.

That'll help
explain you being here.

That's what the hug
and kiss were all about.

Oh.

Not a bad cover.

Why don't we go
somewhere we can talk?

Okay.

What do you think
about these earrings?

They are okay.

What do you
think of these?

They are okay.

Glad to be of service.

I don't care what
the police report said,

Rachel did not
commit suicide.

Lauren,
I never said that she did.

All I'm saying is that
everything pointed to that.

No sign of struggle, no
forced entry, nothing stolen

and an empty bottle
of sleeping pills.

She had those
pills for over a year.

Michael, the night
she died, she was upset.

More than upset,
she was scared.

She said she had
an argument with Chris,

but it was more than that.

That's why I came
to the Foundation.

Look, she couldn't
have killed herself.

She had too much to live for.

I want to find
who killed her.

Who and why.

Me, too.

Lauren,
that's why I'm here.

Thanks.

I better get back.

Okay.

Come on,
Nancy, we got to get going.

Lauren's got another booking.

There's Lauren.

If you want to book her, it's
gonna be more money for you.

Let me
check that artwork.

Who's the quarterback?

Oh, that's Nina Jurgenson,
Bernie's right hand.

Bernie Mitchell, "The Man
who Makes the Stars Shine. "

Well, that's some
press agent's creation.

Actually,
Bernie is a really sweet guy

who happens to be a genius
at developing talent.

Rachel was one
of his favorites.

Lauren, darling, we said
take a break, not a vacation.

Okay, see you later.

Bye, sweetheart.

I am Nina Jurgenson,
Mr. Knight.

Lauren told me all about you.

Very nice to meet you, but
please, call me Michael.

Oh, Michael.

We don't encourage the
boyfriends to attend the sessions

the girls tend to
lose their concentration.

Well, we wouldn't
want that, would we?

Certainly not.

Okay, girls,
let's get moving quicker.

Come on, Lauren.

KITT, give me
an address on Chris Carlson.

Right away, Michael.

The address is
997 Grandby Street.

Michael, I didn't realize
you knew that young woman.

Lauren? I don't. I didn't.

For two strangers, you
appeared awfully familiar.

Were you spying on me?

I was simply monitoring you.

It's part of my Job.

Yeah, well, what you were
monitoring was part of my job.

It's nice work
when you can get it. Mmm!

"Carlson. Number 5."

KITT, see if you can
trace the incoming call.

Yes, Michael.

Hello?

Monsieur Carlson, please.

Speaking.

Mr. Carlson,
this is Phillip Rambeaux.

We have received
your cable regarding

the diamond
necklace and earrings.

If the gems are of the
quality you indicated,

we would be most happy
to represent them for you.

Okay, good.

Your cable indicated you might be
in Europe as early as next week.

I look forward to
hearing from you.

Good.

Au revoir.

Any luck?

It was placed from the
offices of Rambeaux and Sons

in Geneva, Switzerland.

Rambeaux and
Sons is one of the largest

jewelry makers
in all of Europe.

But... but
that doesn't make sense.

Rachel and Chris put every
penny they earned into the bank

to buy a farm
back in Ohio.

The closest Rachel ever got to
diamonds was the costume jewelry

that Bernie gave us to
wear in the photo sessions.

He gave it to you?
You mean, to keep?

Sometimes.

In fact, Rachel just
got back from France

with a really
beautiful necklace.

If you don't mind, I'd
like to see that necklace.

Why?

I don't know, got a hunch.

Wait a minute.

If that stuff were real,
it would be worth a fortune.

Easily worth
a trip to Switzerland.

But I don't get it.

I mean, why would
Bernie give it to Rachel

and not tell her about it?

If you keep abusing that vehicle,

I'm going to report
you to the Auto Club.

Oh, my God.

The guy who just left
the building, ID his car.

You stay here and
don't touch a thing.

What...

KITT, get over here.

What do you have?

The plates on
the car were stolen.

It's heading north.

That young man was talking
to his car, Maurice.

Can you imagine talking to
something that can't talk back?

Michael, the car we're
pursuing just parked

at 997 Grandby Street.

That's where
Rachel's boyfriend lives.

Carlson!

Michael, be careful.
My sensors indicate...

Michael, are you all right?

No.

This job is getting to
be a pain in the neck.

Michael, there's
a lot of traffic up ahead.

Michael, there's a red light.

And he ran it.
Too late to slow down, pal.

And it may be too
late to turbo, Michael.

Better not be.

Michael, we can't.

I know.

I know.

Doesn't make any sense, Michael.

All this intrigue
over costume jewelry?

What if the costume jewelry
wasn't just cut glass?

What if it was real?
Devon, I did some checking.

It turns out Rachel's boyfriend
was an amateur rock hound.

And he could
recognize real jewels.

He could have.

And if he did,

and he wanted to
sell the jewelry,

that might explain why Rachel was
so worried the night she was killed.

Are you suggesting
that he killed her?

No. Rachel came home that night
very early, very unexpected.

She surprised
someone in her apartment.

What if that guy was
looking for jewelry?

Yes, you may have something,
Michael.

In the last year
and a half, six models

from the Mitchell
Agency were robbed.

And each reported
costume jewelry missing.

She surprised him.

And the guy who killed her tried
to make it look like suicide.

But he couldn't
find the necklace.

Which explains the man you
saw leaving Lauren's apartment.

That's right, but he still
couldn't find the necklace.

So, he figures
Rachel's boyfriend's got it,

decides to head
over to his place.

Unfortunately, for him.

Beautiful models, all
bringing in fortunes in jewels

from foreign countries,
only to have them stolen.

It's intriguing, but it just
doesn't quite make sense.

I mean, what possible
purpose could it serve?

I don't know.

It's a question I'd
like to ask Mr. Mitchell.

Tea?

No, thank you.

I'm going to a party.

I suppose this
party is another phase

of your undercover
work with Lauren.

Hey, it's a tough job but...

I know, someone has to do it.

I am delighted to see you
wearing a tuxedo, though.

I thought you
weren't into fashions.

I'm not into
the irrational need

to constantly change
the design of clothing.

Oh, well, excuse me.

The tuxedo,
however, is a classic,

it has changed very little
during the past 100 years.

Oh, yeah?
Just so you know,

this tuxedo
is hot and scratchy and stiff.

A small price to pay
for style and elegance.

Oh, is that right?

Well, maybe I should fit you
with a Continental Kit

and a pair of mud flaps,
and see how you like it.

You wouldn't dare!
Would you?

Don't tempt me.

Look's like its
quite a party, huh, KITT?

Yes, it seems like it, Michael.

Good evening.

Well, it
happened in October, 1951.

We had just parachuted
about 50 kilometers

behind the North Korean lines,

and the three guys
I jumped with, my buddies,

they all bought it, pow,
pow, pow, just like that.

And old Bernie bought
about four pounds of shrapnel

into various
parts of his body

that I'm afraid to mention, in
the presence of the gentlemen.

But, I'm alive, right?
And it's no problem.

Maybe a little one.

Uh, when I go to airports, I have
to go through the metal detectors,

you ought to see
the looks I get.

Now, I have another story
that might be funny,

I mean,
this one was not that hot.

I don't know who is he,
or what he's up to,

but I don't like it.

He didn't pass security,
either.

He could be a problem.

Could be?
He is a problem.

If he isn't what he
says he is, we'll find out.

Excuse me.

I can't believe
it's Bernie.

I can't believe it, I mean,

he's been like
a father to us.

I can't believe it.
Why Rachel?

I don't know.

That's what we're
here to find out.

Lauren?

I'm going to find
out what's going on.

That's not the way
to do it, believe me.

I talked to Rachel's
mom and dad last night.

It was hard enough
for them to lose her,

but to think that
she killed herself

is just destroying them.

We're going to find out what
really happened to Rachel.

I promise.

But we got to take
things one step at a time.

Okay?

Now, first thing that I want
to do is take a look around.

Where is Bernie's office?

It's at the end
of the hall.

Okay.

Michael,
I'm going with you.

No, you're not.

I want you to stay,
keep an eye on things.

Michael, I want to...
Lauren,

we're supposed to
be in love here.

Now, the first commandment
of being undercover

is never, never, never,
blow your cover.

Oh, excuse me.
Thank you.

Enjoying yourself?

Terrific.

You know, Bernie sure knows
how to throw a great party.

Bernie's a warm,
generous person.

What about you, Michael?

Me?

Yes, you.

We ran a check on you.

Until two years ago,
it seems you didn't exist.

No kidding.
You could have fooled me.

KITT, I know there is a safe
in here somewhere.

Give me a
clue, will you, buddy?

Very, very nice!

Okay, I'm gonna need
some help with this.

Slowly, Michael.

Good.

There. Forty-three.
Now to the right.

There. Twenty-seven.
To the left.

That's it. Eleven.
Now to the right again.

Seventeen.

Voila!

Call me if
somebody is coming.

Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!

KITT, you tell me,
are these real?

Yes, real glass.

Glass?

Michael,
someone is approaching!

Come on.

Mmm.

KITT, I'm in trouble.

My sensors indicate
they're not armed, Michael.

No, no,
not that kind of trouble.

I'm stuck in a closet.

Are they holding you captive?

No. They're too busy
holding each other.

Listen, just do something,
will you? Create a diversion.

Oh, dear. What kind of
diversion would be appropriate?

I don't care what you do!
Just get them out of here.

Poltergeist!

Poltergeist?

So, Bernie's got
dummy corporations

and numbered bank accounts
in the Grand Caymans.

He's a busy man.

And an extremely
wealthy man, too,

if these
figures are accurate.

Devon, can we find out where Bernie's
models have traveled last year?

Hmm, certainly.

The Grand Caymans are the
Caribbean version of Switzerland.

It's an ideal
place to hide money,

if you don't want
anyone to know about it.

Or launder the stuff
you shouldn't have.

Well, they've been to
Spain, France, Greece, and Chile.

Devon, don't those
countries have currency restriction?

Extremely strict regulations.

In fact, it is impossible to transfer
large sums of money out of them.

But if you used that money
to buy expensive jewels...

And switched the real jewels in
place of the costume jewelry...

You could whisk them
right through customs.

On the necks and wrists of
beautiful American models.

Once they're back in the States,
Bernie converts the jewelry to cash,

transfers the cash to
those numbered bank accounts

in the Grand Caymans
and takes

a healthy percentage
off the top for himself.

If you're
on the right track,

these necklaces are
for Bernie's next customers.

Orozco and Perrera.

Well, they
certainly fit the profile.

Wealthy industrialists who are
trying to get money out of Mexico.

Devon, the next agency
shoot is in Mexico City.

Lauren is scheduled
to leave tomorrow.

I don't think Lauren
should be there alone.

Oh, and Michael,
remember,

the Foundation has no legal
jurisdiction in Mexico.

Neither does Bernie Mitchell.
I'm gonna go talk to Lauren.

Keep an eye on things, buddy.

Of course, Michael.

Keep that up,

and you'll be on the wrong end
of a "Car Bites Dog" story!

Lauren.

Devon, I'm convinced
he forced her to go with him!

Now I want to get down there.

I'll make arrangements
to get you and KITT

on a plane to Mexico City
as soon as possible.

I do not intend to set one
wheel inside an airplane.

KITT, buddy, I need
you to translate for me.

Why don't you want to go?

Because

I don't like flying.

But, KITT,
you've never flown before.

One doesn't have to be bitten
by a dog to dislike dog bites.

Besides,
if cars were meant to fly,

they would have
been made with wings.

All right, if that's how
you feel, I'll go alone.

I'll just pick up
a rental car in Mexico City.

A rental car?
Michael, you wouldn't.

Perhaps I could make this
one flight an exception.

I had a feeling you
would see it that way.

Given what's happened,

I'm still concerned about
sending you down there alone.

Particularly
without any kind of plan.

Funny you should mention
that, because I have an idea

that makes this
a team effort

and help us get
all the hard evidence we need

to nail this guy
Bernie once and for all.

. Everybody's talking
to computers.

. They're all dancing to
a drum machine.

. I know I'm living
on the outside.

. Scared of getting
caught between.

. I'm so cool and calculated,
alone in the modern world.

. Uh-huh.

. But Sally has a hard time
holding back.

. The alley to her heart
is a beaten track..

That wasn't so bad, was it?

Three hours in
a cargo hold was bad.

Two hours in a Mexican
traffic Jam was impossible.

I only hope there was
a good reason for all this.

KITT, I need you to record
everything that goes on inside.

It would have been far easier and
cheaper to bring a tape recorder.

Sure,
but it wouldn't be the same

without your
cheery personality.

Very funny.

Feel the sun. Feel it.

Feel it against each other.
It's really hot.

Midday. Great!

Uh, play with the burro,
por favor.

Get behind his ear.
Okay, good.

That's it! Good.
Good.

Okay, take a break.
Uh, do we have any jewelry?

There.

Good. Let's see
one on...

I'm so happy you are here.

Yeah, me, too.

Let's go
somewhere we can talk.

Okay.

Something's happening,
Michael.

Something really big.

Bernie's throwing a big party
tonight for some Mexican VIPs.

Their names wouldn't happen to
be Perrera and Orozco, would they?

Yes.

Look out,
here comes Lady Macbeth.

I'll fill you in later.

I suppose, you are just
passing through town?

You know, it's a beautiful day
for a drive. Isn't it?

Oh, it's lovely that you don't
have to work for a living.

But she does.

Lauren,
they're waiting for you.

Bye.
See you, sweetheart.

You're becoming more trouble
than you're worth, Mr. Knight.

I think Bernie would be
a better judge of that.

Actually, I've got a
business proposition for him.

Mr. Mitchell does not do business
with his models' boyfriends.

Don't put money on it.

Nina, we're ready.

Be right with you, Nancy.

We'll see, Mr. Knight.

Pop in that cassette, buddy.
You're about to earn your keep.

All right,
young man, I'm very busy.

So why don't you tell me
what it is you want?

If you don't mind,
I'd like a little privacy.

After all,
it is confidential.

Spit it out, lover boy.

I thought we
would discuss money.

Lots of it.

Tucked away in cozy little
accounts in the Grand Caymans.

Ring any bells?

You've got no idea what
you're talking about.

No?

Five accounts in the
Chartered Bank of Grand Cayman.

zero, ten, twelve

sixty-two to sixty-six.

That's for starters.

Wait a minute.

Just tell me something.
Who are you?

Well, I'm more than
a persistent boyfriend.

Just like you are more than
the owner of a modeling agency.

I happen to represent a very
wealthy English expatriate

who has vast
holdings in Mexico.

Now, this particular
gentleman

is planning to
leave the country

and he'd like to
take his money with him.

I have
letters of introduction.

If you'd like
to check him out.

I'd like to check him out.

That's good, because he's looking
forward to meeting you, too.

Adios, amigos.

Lovely party, Bernie.

Oh, thank you, Nina.

Think our cover is working?

So far.

But we can't let
our guard down.

Not even for a second.

You take your work
very seriously, don't you?

I'm a dedicated
professional.

Almost compulsive
at times.

I think I'm beginning to like
this undercover stuff.

Think I could make
a career out of it?

With practice
and qualified instruction.

Senor, welcome.
Senorita.

Senor Miles,
how nice of you join us.

"But, soft! What light
through yonder window breaks?"

I spend my life
around beautiful women.

How could I
have missed you?

Ships in the night,
perhaps.

You,
my dear, could be a star.

Mr. Mitchell, I'm afraid we
have a limited amount of time.

Business, business,
always business.

Never enough time for
life's true pleasure.

See you later.
Come.

Does he do that to
every woman he meets?

Just the ones he likes.

You must be Lauren.
I'm April.

Michael's told me
so much about you.

I didn't think there
was that much to tell.

According to
Michael there is.

Listen, I know how hard
this must be for you.

But, I promise
it'll be okay, believe me.

Letters of
introduction can be forged.

Phone calls can't.

Let's see if Senor Perez
really wrote this letter.

KITT, intercept the call, will you?

Intercept it?
And then what?

Cover me, KITT.

I hope my Spanish is up to par.

Senor Bernie Mitchell
calling.

Mr. Perez is
out for the evening.

I see.

It's important
that I speak with him.

Do you know where he is?

Si, he's visiting
his nephew, Arturo

and then he's meeting Senor
Devon Miles for a late supper.

I see, muchas gracias.

My apologies, Mr. Miles.

I beg your pardon?

You're having a late supper with
Alfredo, please give him my regards.

I'd be glad to.

Now, if we can
conclude our business?

I hate keeping
Alfredo waiting.

Have you time
for one tequila?

Of course.

Gracias.

Thanks, Bernie,
you don't have to come up.

No, no, no,
darling, it's my pleasure.

This won't take long.

Lead the way.

Flight 147
arriving at Gate 4 from Mexico City.

No, no,
that part went just fine.

Devon,
Lauren sailed through customs

wearing a fortune in jewels,
no one even looked twice.

Good. Now, all you
have to do is wait until

Bernie Mitchell tries
to retrieve the jewels.

Once he does, he's ours.

That's the problem,
we're stuck here in customs.

There's a small
army going over KITT

with a fine-tooth comb, and
they won't take no for an answer.

We'll see about that.

Get me the senior officer
in customs, please.

Thanks for
bringing me home, Bernie.

Are you kidding?

For my favorite model,
I'd move a mountain.

Forget the mountain, Bernie. We
got a dozen things to do today.

Yes, you were sensational,
sweetheart, let me tell you,

take a few days off,
get some beauty rest, huh?

Oh, um,

maybe you better give me
the costume jewelry.

Bernie, you said
that I could keep it.

I know, but I've been looking
at it, it's not right for you.

It's much too gaudy.

All right, darling,
the charade is now over

and Bernie is very
disappointed in you.

I don't know
what you mean.

I was watching you
on the flight back.

I've given
diamonds to women before

and I know how a woman acts
when she's wearing them.

There's a special quality
in her eyes, a luminescence.

I saw that quality in
your eyes. I saw that look.

I saw it,
and I said to myself:

"Why, why does she have
that look in her eye?

"This beautiful young lady
should think

she's wearing glass,
and she has that look. "

Then, I realized that
you knew what was happening,

you and your friends.

Rachel liked you so much.

She trusted you.

You killed Rachel!

You murdered her!

I'm sorry you said that,
my lovely Lauren.

It could cost you your life.

It was absolutely outrageous!

They poked and prodded me like
I was a common getaway car.

How much further
to Lauren's?

Approximately 11 minutes.

Just when we were about to
close in on Bernie.

You're worried about Lauren,
aren't you?

Bernie's already
killed two people, KITT.

It wouldn't be too
hard to make it three.

That's Bernie Mitchell's car.

Michael, they have
Lauren in that vehicle.

That's what I was afraid of.

What are you planning to do?

Can't do much, pal,
except follow them

and wait for an opening.

He could kill her
if we make a move now.

You know what, KITT?

We need an ace in the hole.

I recognize the tone
in your voice, Michael.

Do you have an idea?

Tell me what you
know about banks.

Banks?

Banks, and the electronic
transfer of money.

Any progress, KITT?

Come on, what did you get?

I'm a computer,
not a miracle worker.

Don't count miracles out,
we may need one.

All right,
there's Bernie's mansion,

let's see how he feels
about party crashers.

Buzz me as soon as
you get something.

What do you want,
lover boy?

I want Lauren.

Don't we all?

Unfortunately, we can't always
get the things we want in life.

I want Lauren.

Give her to me.

Or you can add kidnapping
to your list of charges.

What list of charges?

I plan to leave
the country within an hour.

I found a lovely little island
in the Caribbean.

I call it paradise.

Unfortunately, you'll
never be able to see it.

Michael, I've done it!

Sorry, Bernie.
I just got word,

there's trouble in paradise.

What're you talking about?

You're broke.

Seems all the money's been transferred
from your numbered accounts.

Some sort
of computer mix-up.

Me broke?

You don't believe me?
Check your computer.

Come inside, ding-a-ling.

Me broke!

We'll wait right here.

Wait a minute.
There's something wrong.

It says only a dollar left!

You could write
one of those books,

"Grand Caymans on
a Dollar-a-Day. "

You've done something wrong
here, something illegal!

Michael!

Hold it right there.

Very nice, buddy.
Very nice.

You can always
bank on me, Michael.

It didn't take long
for Nina

to start singing
like a canary.

Turns out they got state and
federal authorities lined up,

waiting for
a piece of Bernie.

Here you go.

Thanks.

I remember when Rachel
and I moved in,

we had such high hopes,
grand illusions.

Lauren, you didn't pick
the wrong profession.

You just picked
the wrong people.

Besides, you're moving into
a new apartment.

You wait and see.

You're going to hang
in there, aren't you?

Will I see you again?

Unless you change your name
and move to Okinawa.

You know what I'd like,

now that we don't
have to pretend anymore?

No, but I got a feeling
you are gonna tell me.

To do it for real.

Bye.

Bye.

Careful, wait a minute,
I need that mirror.

Young man,

Maurice and I
have reported you

and that talking car
to the authorities.

Cars don't talk,
do they, KITT?

Absolutely not.

No self-respecting car,
that is.

You took the words
right out of my mouth, pal.