All language subtitles for Knight Rider - S03E12 - Custom Made Killer

The man is dead.

Don't know much about
this business, do you?

Had to have at least
450 horsepower.

What keeps us from being
Grebs' next accident?

You've hired a brand new
head of security.

By forcing Grebs' hand, we have
placed ourselves in a state of war.

This isn't business anymore.
This is personal.

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.

What the... Hey!

What are you doing?

Don't!

It's done. I'll be stopping by
for payment in the morning.

All right!
You call that all right?

That player on the bottom
may never get up.

Hey, KITT, come on,
give me a break.

It's the first hockey game
you've ever seen in your life.

The similarity of hockey and a war
between various caveman tribes...

on a frozen lake
bears a very close parallel.

Are you sure you're
not becoming a bit of a snob?

Snob? Who are you
calling a snob?

Good morning, Devon.

Do you know where
that word "snob" comes from?

Yes, I do. And if I were a
snob, I would not allow you to...

watch sports contests on
state-of-the-art Foundation equipment.

Good morning.

I'm on my way in.
Good.

You've been rather difficult to
reach lately, particularly last night.

I got a weakness
for dancers.

Dancers pirouette on their toes to
the strains of violins and flutes.

They do not gesticulate wildly
to the throbbing beat...

of bongo drums and saxophones.

Devon, they are innocent girls
working their way through college.

Besides, every once in a
while, I gotta get away...

Away from whom?

I just gotta get away, period.

This subject is closed,
for now.

Michael, do you feel the need
to get away from me?

No, KITT, no, I...

What I meant was, I just gotta get
away, you know, the human condition...

I gotta take a break,
get away from life.

You and me, we're partners,
aren't we? Thank you, Michael.

You're welcome.

Two accidents with a connection
is one thing, but three in a row...

lead me to believe that there's
a great deal more involved...

than mere coincidence.

What about the police?

Incidents occurred in three different
jurisdictions in two different states.

There's no reason
for them to make a connection.

But you made a connection.

They were all successfully
involved in the garment industry.

Okay, so that's the pattern.
What's the motive?

Extortion.

I see you haven't lost
your street instincts.

I have some evidence...

and a great deal more
speculative information that...

that's exactly what it is.

Any speculation
on who's behind it?

Yes, D.G. Grebs.

Enormously well-organized
and absolutely deadly.

There he is.

He buys his muscle men
at group rates.

He uses the garment industry
to clean up his money.

He's got
a legitimate cash flow.

At Harvard, they call it
vertical integrity.

On the street, they
call it monopoly. Really?

Total control through force.
That's Grebs' game.

KITT has it all, including
a list of the businesses...

Grebs already has
under control.

I'm gonna make sure
we really do have a murderer.

Another accident,
another statistic.

Homicide goes about its business
and the Traffic Detail gets the heat.

You know something? In New York,
anything darker than pale was a tan.

But out here, you have to cook yourself
for a couple of hours each day...

otherwise, you look like
an outpatient.

You did a good job.

Let's have a drink on it.

No, thank you.

To your health and your tan.

You know where
to reach me in the future.

The future? I need you now.

Sorry, I have an appointment
in New Orleans, a new client.

I'll buy it.
Put a number on it.

There is no price
on my reputation.

So what's it gonna cost me for
a delay, $20,000? You got it.

Call it holding money for the next job,
not part of your regular fee, how's that?

Okay, I can arrange that,
but for one week only.

Good. Good.

That should just about tie
this whole thing up for me.

I got everything covered, from
trucking to fabric supply...

right on down to the buttons.

All I need now is a few successful
fashion houses in the sportswear business.

They run the largest
cash flow.

You seem to have everything under control.
You could be wasting your money on me.

Money? That's easy.

All I do is raise the interest on the
money they borrow to make their fall line.

Yeah...

I'm also the largest factor
in this area. Loan shark.

Factor. It's legitimate.
I even pay some taxes.

I'll be in touch.
For $20,000, you'd better.

I have an offer out to O & M
Fashions, some guy named O'Malley.

If he says yes,
go to New Orleans.

If he says no, be in touch.

What's taking so long, KITT?

It's definitely
two different sets of tires.

The second set
overlapping the first.

Sam Dennis was
forced off the road.

I need more.

What can you tell me
about the other car?

Considering the weight of the
sports car and its trajectory...

I would say it exceeded
100 miles per hour...

and had to have at least
450 horsepower.

It overcame an excellent
braking system...

in order to shove
the sports car off the cliff.

Then this M.O. fits
the other accidents.

What we have here is a series of
murders, cleverly disguised murders.

All right, tap into your data banks.
We've got to narrow down the field.

KITT, give me a list of all
the companies and owners...

coming out
with a new fall line.

It's rather extensive,
I'm afraid.

There are hundreds
of companies involved.

Okay, now eliminate the ones
in business over two years.

All right, now scratch out the ones
with a Triple-A Dun and Bradstreet.

Can't touch people
with money like that.

Anything else?
How many left?

81, not counting jobbers.

All right, lose them, too, just give
me the ones in high-risk fashion.

That's sportswear.
Just the hot ones.

We're down to nine.

Okay, key their owners
with the DMV...

and crosscheck job accidents
on the police band.

Then give me the top two. That'll
make our potential victims list.

Which one?
They're both prime.

All right, then I'll pick.
DebJo Fashions?

You got it.

Be good.

Be serious. I'm always good,
Michael. You know that.

I know that.

Move over. No, no, contrast,
darling. I need contrast.

Yes! That's it,
it's perfect, here.

Hop up on the car, and give me a
little profile and a lot of leg.

Good.

It's coughing. It? "He,"
darling. So he has a cold.

Now hold it. Good.

That's not "holding it."

It sneezed.
It?

I told you, he probably has a cold.
Now will you get back up on the hood...

play deaf
and be beautiful for me.

Good.

I'm sorry, we're not open to the public.
That's all right. I'm not the public.

We see salesmen first thing in the
morning and I know you're not a buyer...

My name is Michael Knight.

The only thing I'm here
to sell you is some help.

Oh!

Okay, I've heard that sales pitch
before. How are you going to help me?

I'm going to help you
kick Grebs off your back.

I don't know what you're
talking about. I think you do.

He's pushing you
a little bit too hard.

Who are you? What do you know
about my business with Grebs?

Money.

He's got it and you need it. But once
he gets in, he'll never let you out.

You're wasting my time.

No, I'm not. You see, you need about
$50,000 to get fabrics for your fall line.

You've got hot designs, accounts
receivable, more than enough to cover.

But you got no cash. Grebs has
got that. He's trouble, I'm not.

Debra.

Which one of these wools
falls better over the hips?

Well, that's not
important now.

Joan, I'd like you
to meet Michael Knight.

In shining armor
with a leather jacket...

and a blank check,
or so he says.

Wait a minute...

talking East Coast. Remember,
I'm from the Midwest.

I can't give you a blank check, but
I can give you some straight talk.

You girls have got
a great business going here.

You deal with Grebs long enough and
he'll pick you apart, piece by piece.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say.
You're not supposed to say anything.

Just think about it, huh?
Don't take too long.

Well, we'll have to talk it over.
Great. That's how to get ahold of me.

Oh, yeah, can you tell me
how to get to O & M Fashions?

O'Malley? Yeah, he's in
the same boat you are.

Maybe, but he's got
a loaded paddle.

You, get out of here.

Go back to Grebs and tell him I can
take care of myself and my business.

And to stay away
from both of them.

Relax, Tom. He's not one of
Grebs' people, I know them all.

Besides, the gun's
not loaded.

Yeah, put that thing away. It's the
unloaded ones that do all the damage.

So he's not from Grebs. So
he ain't Santa Claus either.

Point is,
he ain't one of us.

You, get out of here and take your
conversation back to the gutter.

Why don't you let him
talk first? Not to me.

Bet that guy has got a lot of
friends. Yeah, I'm one of them.

He's a good man. Forgets that he's not a
kid anymore, but we all like to do that.

You got a place here, too? They're
all mine, one time or another.

When cash gets tough, I front them
money on their accounts receivable.

A factor. Well, then you're
in competition with Grebs, huh?

Could be a little dangerous.

If I can keep people in business, I
can deal with them again and again.

I'm a legitimate part
of this industry.

I believe you.

Then also believe you should wait a
few days before you talk to Tom again.

I'm glad we're leaving.
We'll be back.

Two down, seven to go.

Michael, I'd prefer you
park me in a lot next time.

The people one comes
in contact with here...

You'll love our next stop,
Michael. Muriel's Menswear.

Can't be worse than the first
two. I'm talking dead ends.

You think they were tough? Muriel's
been 52 years in the garment business.

Born in Brooklyn in
ought-nine. Ought-nine?

Wonder if she ever saw
the Brooklyn Dodgers play.

Michael, one of our keyed license
plates just flashed on police band.

An automobile-train collision
three miles north of here.

I'm afraid it's Tom O'Malley.

A witness placed a second car
leaving the scene westbound.

A red and white custom sedan.

Speak of the devil.

Let's get him before he causes
any more accidents.

He'll be hard
to catch, Michael.

We'll have to plot a course
doubling back against traffic.

Don't say it, do it.

Did you get a make on him? I'm
afraid not. Contact was too brief.

There he is, Michael.

All right, we nail him.

You in a rush? Not anymore.
I'll take this through myself.

That's against the rules.

Be my guest.
Use all the soap you want.

How could we lose him?

My calculations placed
our contact point...

right at this corner.

What'd he do, go airborne?

No, Michael, but somehow
he just seemed to vanish.

There isn't a car like it
within four blocks.

I told you, I'm not the type.
I'm not buying it, Lewis.

O'Malley was your friend.
Hell of a pinochle player.

Every day over lunch, for years,
we played. The man is dead.

The man is dead. Help
me do something about it.

You don't know much about
this business, do you?

Innocent people are dropping like
flies. How much do I need to know?

Back on the Lower East Side of New
York, this used to happen a lot.

I buried
some good friends.

Great, so you want to watch it
happen all over again?

Grebs decides to make the trade his
own backyard and everybody rolls over.

What can I do alone, huh?

You get a crowd together,
I might get brave.

You know, I'm not that young
and I'm not a hero. You are.

You are not alone. Crowds
start with one or two people.

Believe me,
I get this thing rolling...

we'll attract
plenty of attention.

Help me, please.

I'm listening. I'm crazy,
but I'm listening.

That's none of your business!

Come on, you're not shy.
How much do you owe Grebs?

Why do you want to know?

Because Mr. Lewis here wants
to take over your factor.

He wants to buy out
Grebs' debt.

Obviously,
you don't know Grebs.

That's not very
smart business.

For us, maybe not.
For you, it's brilliant.

What's his rate?
20 points, 25?

I'll take over your whole figure
for one point over prime rate.

What?

Why are you doing this? I can't
even get a car loan that cheap.

I got my reasons. Grebs killed
Tom O'Malley this morning.

I heard that was
an accident.

Yeah, right, just like
Sam Dennis was an accident.

Here's the draft.

Fill in the amount. Add a
little cushion if you like.

The money is fine. What keeps us
from being Grebs' next accident?

I will. I now own...

one share of common stock
in DebJo Fashions.

We don't have any stock.
This is a partnership.

Well, when you do, consider me
in on the ground floor.

Right now, you've hired
a brand new head of security.

Partners?

Partners.

Michael, I sent you out...

to stop the deaths,
not cause more.

Jeopardizing your own life
is one thing...

but drawing three innocent
people in is quite another.

Don't worry, I'll protect
them. As you protected O'Malley?

Oh, sorry, Michael. Sorry.
That's all right.

You're right, Devon.

I'm telling you, these garment
people are a close, tight-knit group.

I wasn't getting anywhere
ringing doorbells.

So you decided
to go to the opposite extreme.

Michael, I wish you had
checked with me first.

Right, and by the time we get
through discussing procedure here...

another one bites the dust.

Devon, look...

I'm sorry. I respect
what you do. I really do.

While I was out there spinning
my wheels, I saw another man die.

I had to do something.

I assume you have
some plan in mind?

I'll let Grebs know there's
another competitor on the block.

One that won't go belly up
when he snaps his fingers.

And then?

If I shake him hard enough...

I'm convinced I'll be the next
target for his mobile assassin.

Only I've got an ace in the hole. KITT?

Exactly.

Now once I get his driver nailed and
he faces murder charges all alone...

ten to one he turns on Grebs and supplies
us with all the ammunition we need.

Right. Michael,
good luck, old boy.

$20,000 cash.

I just paid off the debt
from DebJo Fashions.

I'd like the note.

Who are you, their guardian angel?
It's a very good way of putting it.

The note?

Those girls must be doing
better than I thought.

I'll have to look into it.

The girls are doing fine. They just
found a better way to deal than you.

Is that so?
Yeah, that is so.

You see, I'm a new partner
in DebJo Fashions.

Oh, don't tell me, let me
guess. You're into dresses.

No, I'm into money,
and muscle where it's needed.

The note please.

You know something? I've seen boys
like you come and go around here.

The sportswear business is a rough
trade. The girls will be back to me.

I don't think so.

And if I were you,
I'd plan to lose some more.

You see, I'm going to move in
on every one of your accounts.

Get out of here before I
move you out the window.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

KITT, monitor Grebs' phones.
I want to see who he calls.

Very well, but, Michael...

you have an emergency call
from Joan.

She has to see you.
At DebJo?

No, she was afraid
to go there.

She's waiting for you
on top of the building.

The elevator's on your right.
I'm on my way.

KITT, I need you up here
right away.

Michael, Michael,
can you hear me?

Yeah, KITT.

My preliminary med-scan doesn't
indicate any serious injury.

That's easy for you to say.

I can call a paramedic unit.

No, I'll take a rain check.

Where's that killer car?
Long gone, I'm afraid.

Gone, but not forgotten.
Not by a long shot.

Come on, we got work to do.

Michael...

how could you put yourself
in a spot like this?

It wasn't easy,
believe me.

If it weren't for KITT,
I wouldn't be here now.

Well, don't say
I didn't warn you.

I didn't like this plan
from the very beginning.

Don't rub it in.
He's rubbing it in.

It's his way of
showing you he cares.

I intensely dislike being
talked about in the third person.

And I don't need anyone to interpret
my statements, thank you very much.

What happened? I went to
meet Joan. She wasn't there.

Instead, I found
the killer car.

I assume there's
a reasonable explanation...

as to why she wasn't there.

Well, she said she saw me leaving
the parking structure and...

There, there, you see now?

By forcing Grebs' hand, we have
placed ourselves in a state of war.

Now your friends are vulnerable,
and we're obliged to protect them.

I guess you feel
pretty strongly about that.

I have never felt so strongly
about anything.

And no sacrifice
would be too great.

That's right, none, none.
None whatsoever. Good.

Bonnie.

Okay, gang.

Introducing the temporary home
of DebJo Fashions.

What is this?

You mind if I use the
phone, Michael? Go ahead.

It's not bad
for off the rack.

I run a tight operation.

Not like some of these guys
who move to Miami...

and do their business
on a phone under a palm tree.

Now, all of a sudden,
I'm not in control any more.

People are defying me.

And you, the guy
who never misses...

suddenly, out of the blue,
you miss.

I hit him, he's hurt.
Not enough.

You know what your trouble is?
You're too perfect.

Maybe if you took a drink out of
a dirty glass once in a while...

you wouldn't blow
the big ones.

You've said enough, Grebs.
Now don't push it.

You're not behind
the wheel of a car now.

Like I said...

we get a couple of people
who refuse to go along...

and if we let them
keep breathing...

before you know it, there's four
or five of them, or maybe a dozen...

and so on, and so on.

None of this would be happening if
it wasn't for that Knight character.

I want him gone, Flood.
I want him gone.

I double your fee.

Keep your bonus money.
This isn't business anymore.

This is personal.
This one is on me.

Feeling any better?
Oh, I don't know, I guess so.

Listen, you really
didn't have to drive me back.

Call me a little bit paranoid. I don't
want to take any chances right now.

Any regrets?

You mean about
standing up to Grebs?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

I'm scared and I don't like
being scared.

You kidding? Nobody does.

Some people handle it better
than others. You, for instance.

Occupational hazard.

He's going to win, isn't he?
Grebs. In the end, he'll win.

Not if I can help it.

Michael, what are we gonna do? We're
trapped. He can just wait us out.

Unless I miss my guess, I don't think
waiting is one of Grebs' strengths.

Besides, I've got something in mind that
I think is really going to stir up the pot.

Michael, please don't leave me
on this dreadful street.

Relax, buddy.

I don't like people
sitting on me.

Oh, it's back, perfect. Black on
black, a single strand of pearls!

Not you again.

It talks!
Who cares, most drivers do.

Listen, I'm doing print here.
I don't pay S.A.G.

So just kind of drape yourself
over the fender.

Good. Perfect.

It's none of my business, but
your F-stop should be opened...

and your
shutter speed reduced.

This is ridiculous!
No, he may have a point there.

Would you say F-8 or 11?

You're talking
to an empty car!

Given present light
conditions, eight. Got you.

Hey, is this a "take" or
a "leave"? It's a "take."

You okay?
Sure.

No, you're not.
What's wrong?

I was just remembering what it was like
when Joan and I first moved in here.

We had such high hopes.

We worked nights, weekends.
Nothing was going to stop us.

Now I just have this awful feeling that
I'm never going to see this place again.

I got a great feeling
that you are.

You don't know Grebs.
You don't know me.

I got some good news for you.

I'm listening.

I called in an old marker
from an old friend.

So I got
inside information now.

From now on, we'll know everything
we need to know about Michael Knight.

What he's planning,
where he is, where he'll be.

Just cleaning up some of
the mess here for Tom's wife.

His kids are all grown.
They have a life.

But Annie is all alone.

Don't you think we owe her
a little something more?

Like what? She's got
enough money from insurance.

Like Grebs' scalp.

I know this is the West, but
there's no more cowboys and Indians.

It's the same difference,
you know.

We're just a bunch of
small-time operators here...

fighting the big, bad wolf,
you know? The cattle baron.

And none of us can fight
this guy alone.

We need to get a group of our
own people together, a posse.

That car must have hit you
too hard. How's your head?

Lewis, I'm serious.

Now how many of the owners
can you really trust?

Tom's gone.

I don't know. Maybe six or seven
more. You do business with all of them?

Used to.
Grebs has them now.

Those are exactly the ones I
want. Now, can you round them up?

You try and put together
a meeting like that...

and Grebs will know about it
before anybody even sits down.

I made my move. I put my money
where my mouth is.

Maybe it's time for me to shut up.
Maybe it's time you visit Tom's grave...

and put some nice flowers
out there. Oh, I got it:

Teach his wife
how to play pinochle.

Sit around and tell a few
stories about good old Tom.

Maybe you're not too big to be
sitting on the floor, looking up at me.

Now, it's about time you got mad. So
get mad at the right guy, will you?

Get mad at Grebs.

The word is "enough."

You've given enough.

You've taken enough,
enough of fear.

Come on, you people have
worked too hard all your life...

to give away everything
you've attained.

Lewis, what is it
with this guy?

He's selling T-shirts
with targets on the back.

Maybe you ought to
listen to him. I did.

You guys know I'm not the easiest
person in the world to con.

So what do we do, buy guns,
circle the wagons?

No, you cut off Grebs supply of
money. You kill his cash flow.

I've been poor before
and I know what broke is.

Forget all the poetry written about it.
It's not fun. I don't want to do it again.

I can't do it again.
Why not?

Why not? When I first met you, you
were a cutter on the third floor.

I backed you the first two years.
You were a good man and a hard worker.

You pay Grebs off
and I'll back you again.

You, Joe, you were doing cuffs
in a denim factory 12 years ago.

You had guts and a talent
and I bet on it.

I'll bet on it again.

You have any idea
how much we owe Grebs?

To the penny. I've been around
too long not to know.

I'm willing to back
every person in this room.

Then we really got nothing
to lose.

You're the only one
who can take a bath.

I've been broke before,
you know.

Wasn't so bad.

Whether you like it
or not, you're a hero.

Yeah, yeah.

They're down there
at a meeting right now.

Michael Knight is trying to get
the whole group of them together.

And I can give you
every name.

So do it.
I will, but...

I have to know what's going
to happen on my end of it.

I set you up with that
Debra Sands, didn't I?

I helped make your line
the hottest in town.

What else do you want?
I want to run O & M Fashions.

I've struggled for 10 years.

I've even put up with Debra
playing showroom chic...

while I sweated it out
in the back rooms.

I want O & M for me!
It's mine.

That's why I pushed on it.

That's why O'Malley
and the others are dead.

You're a piece
of equipment...

a piece of rented equipment.
You understand that?

I push the buttons. I turn
you on and I turn you off.

You got that?

It's not just for me.

I can run that operation
successfully. You know I can.

The names, the names. There's
Lewis, the factor, and there's...

The meeting could go on for hours.
You want Michael Knight or not?

You know I do, unless he's
too tough for you.

Don't push your luck, Grebs.
Accidents can happen to anyone.

Well, Michael, you've done it.

Yeah, maybe not by the book,
but I think it will work.

I certainly hope so. If not...

perhaps we both should get one of
those T-shirts with bull's-eyes on them.

What is this? You were
listening in, huh?

If I'm going to be a target,
I'd like to know about it.

At least you'll be
a moving target.

Anything yet?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I think we've got company.
Affirmative, Michael.

We've got a sharp curve
1000 meters ahead.

Okay, pal, it's time to give
him a taste of his own medicine.

All right, I need everything
you can give me.

All right, KITT,
let's give him a push.

Three hundred meters
to the curve.

He'll never make it past the
curve. You have to slow down.

All right. You and I are
going to talk...

about a couple of murders
and a man named Grebs.

Wise guy, huh? KITT, you
want to do the honors?

Okay, okay!
Thank you, KITT.

Okay, what do you want to
know? Pop in the cassette, KITT.

Michael...

Oh, thank God you got here.
He wouldn't let me go.

Really? That's not
what Mr. Flood said.

You know, once this guy started
talking, he had an awful lot to say.

Cuff them, both of them.

What are you doing?
Why don't you shut your mouth?

Fits like a glove. It's
supposed to fit like a jacket.

I haven't heard that line
since I left New York.

Well, it was time.
Thank you.

Thank me?
Michael, you're crazy.

If it weren't for you, I'd be back
modeling rags on Eighth Avenue.

You probably would
look terrific doing it, too.

I'll see you in the
magazines. Not so fast.

Now you can go.
Bye.

He'll be back.

Is this your car?
The last time I looked. Why?

You ought to teach it
better manners.

Darling, this could be your best layout.
This one could make you. Come back.

KITT...

what did you say to her?

Nothing of
consequence, Michael.

Yeah, right.

I merely computed her exact
weight and advised her of it.

Did I commit a faux pas,
as the French would say?

Yeah, as the French would say,
but as we say...

you made a big mistake.
Oh.