Original subtitles

.. [man singing in French]

Help, Michael!

KITT, I need you.

Cray Callan is gonna try and kill you.

Somebody stop that guy!

[tires screeching]

Seem to be a lot of Callans in town.

There's only one that matters.

I'm gonna have to take you in, boy.

Now, wait a minute,

where I'm from nobody takes you in. That's worth a ticket.

You ain't where you're from, boy.

(KITT) I'm quite incapacitated.

Oh my God, what have they done to you?

Cajuns are nothing but animals.

Hey, over here!

[dogs barking]

We're both gonna be a lot safer when we get out of here.

[tires screech]

(Michael) Layla, get in.

You don't expect me

to play baked guinea pig in this oversized microwave, do you?

What's a little heat, Michael?

There's no other way we can get her out of there.

(male narrator) 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.

[bird chirping]

I'll take care of it.

You ain't sweating, Callan.

You too important to sweat?

[shoveling continues]

Maybe, maybe you gotta get closer to the dirt!

[Callan groans]

Here, boy, I brung you a libation from your daddy...

(Harris) Here's the key.

[Callan grunts]

[chain rattling]

[coughing]

Ready to work now, boy?

Get up there.

You overdid it just a little bit, boy.

Don't even bother to ask.

[engine revving]

[crickets chirping]

(KITT) I really don't like this, Michael.

Come on, pal.

What's a little heat, huh?

Temperatures exceeding 600 degrees is hardly a little heat.

(April) You're vulnerable to sustained heat.

We're trying to make you invulnerable.

Exactly.

In theory, the pyroclastic lamination that April's designed for you

should keep you as cool as a cucumber up to 800 degrees.

In theory.

In theory? How comforting.

Look, KITT, it's like taking your vitamins

or getting a shot, buddy. It's good for you.

So is this.

Uh, the invitation calls for formal wear.

What's this?

Well, we're testing man and machine.

Or if you prefer, man in machine.

You don't expect me

to play baked guinea pig in this oversized microwave, do you?

(KITT) What's a little heat, Michael?

It's Just like taking your vitamins.

I hated taking my vitamins. Forget it.

Oh, good.

You've completed your experiments.

I trust they were successful.

No, we haven't even started them yet.

Michael won't cooperate.

I'm in no mood to be pushed past my boiling point.

Uh, well, forgive me for disturbing this debate.

Um, I have here something that may, um,

postpone the experiment.

Great, I'll get on this right away.

Oh, now wait a minute. I...

Perhaps I'd better explain the content of that tape.

After all, it's not customary Foundation business.

That's okay, Devon.

KITT and I'll figure it out on the way.

Michael.

[engine rumbling] See you.

He's impossible. Absolutely impossible.

Too true.

(Michael) Well, KITT,

this cassette got us both out of some hot water.

Least we can do is listen to it.

(Layla) I am Layla Charon Callan,

my husband is Christopher Callan,

I see him murder a man,

and I testify against him.

He is on road gang and now he escapes.

He will kill me, I know.

Don't let him kill me.

Help me, please.

KITT?

It sounds like a young girl.

Run a voice analysis.

(KITT) The speaker is indeed female,

approximate age 18 years,

limited educational background

indicated by broken speech pattern.

Emotional timbre is sincere

and indicates condition of extreme stress.

What have you got on Christopher Callan? Anything?

No record previous to a conviction for murder.

A particularly brutal murder, Michael.

I guess we'd better find Layla Callan

before this guy makes it two murders.

(KITT) Michael, my cultural databank

indicates that smaller Southern towns

are often not favorably disposed toward strangers.

Relax.

This part of the country's famous for its hospitality, KITT.

Perhaps, but I hope you have some kind of plan

for finding Layla Callan.

Well, it's a small town.

Should be a snap finding one little girl named Callan.

I mean, how many Callans can there be, huh?

(KITT) Shall I start counting?

(Michael) No. Thanks anyway, wise guy.

It occurs to me that since the escaped convict

is a member of the Callan family,

this town may be less than receptive

to your attempts to help his wife.

Perhaps even hostile.

(Michael) Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing.

What are you going to do?

Only thing I can do:

stir up the pot and see what rises.

. And it's hard days out in the field.

. The crows in the high tree top.

. If the man's away from his home all day.

. His chickens might fall to the fox.

. Mr. Radio.

. What can you do about that, uh-huh..

(KITT) That is not a fire hydrant, you flea-ridden fur ball.

Scoot!

[whines]

I said leave.

[barks]

Now!

[whimpers]

Well, I didn't want to yell, but you left me no alternative.

Actually, I rather like dogs.

When they behave.

A master too hard.

Good afternoon, Officer.

Is this your car?

Yes, sir.

You're running around with a busted taillight.

That's an infraction of the law.

What taillight?

This one.

[grunts]

In addition to that faulty brake light,

I'm citing you for running through a stop sign.

What are you talking about? I haven't seen a stop sign for 100 miles.

Back at Main and Fourth. You just sort of coasted right through.

I'm gonna have to take you in, boy.

Now wait a minute,

where I'm from nobody takes you in. That's worth a ticket.

You ain't where you're from, boy.

[car engine starting]

(KITT) So much for Southern hospitality.

[birds chirping]

[knocking on door]

I've got the young fella here, Judge Callan.

Uh-huh.

I'll be out front if you need me, Judge.

[door opening]

What's your name, boy?

Michael Knight.

Michael.

I'm Judge Oliver Callan. Have a seat.

I'm the judiciary here in Fleur du Lac.

Seem to be a lot of Callans in town.

Well, there's only one that matters.

Cray Callan ring a bell?

He's my son.

He's your son, huh?

Gotta be pretty hard for you,

having a murderer and escaped convict for a son.

I see no murder.

Now,

I hear you're trying to find that little tramp wife of his.

Why?

That's personal.

It's my family, boy.

And my town.

Nothing is personal.

Look, I was brought in here

because I allegedly ran a stop sign.

So why don't I just pay the fine

and head on my way, huh?

Well, now, I don't like to see

visitors leave Fleur du Lac with a bad opinion.

So I'm not gonna charge you with that little infraction of the law.

But I am gonna give you a piece of advice.

Don't go against me, boy.

Christopher Callan is safe as a clam in his shell

in this parish.

You,

you're out of the water.

You get me?

Yes, sir. I get you very well.

All right.

[tires screech]

I sent you the tape.

Come talk to me at the church.

[Baylor groans]

Somebody stop that guy!

Get some help. Get some help!

Hey you, stop!

[gun fires]

KITT, I need you, buddy!

[tires screeching]

KITT, did you get a visual on him?

(KITT) It's Christopher Callan, Michael.

Just what I figured.

(KITT) Michael, we are approaching a very unorthodox environment.

(Michael) So is Callan.

I should have the edge on him.

[Michael exclaims]

Where's Callan?

[engine revving]

(Michael) Come on, KITT.

Got to get moving.

Michael, we have absolutely no traction.

All right, let's try turbo boost.

Some foreign element in the liquid

has neutralized several of my functions

including turbo boost.

I'm quite incapacitated.

[engine revving]

We'll see about that.

Come on, pal. Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

[water bubbling]

What's keeping us from going under?

In my opinion, extremely good luck.

Great. Great.

[dogs barking]

Dogs.

Pop the sun roof.

There's got to be somebody with 'em.

[sun roof opening]

[dogs continue barking]

Hey! Hey, over here!

Hey!

[all growling]

[Michael yells]

Michael? Michael, are you all right?

[grunting]

[dogs snarling]

[bird cawing]

[dog growling]

[exclaims]

[barks]

[speaking French]

My name is Michael Knight.

I came to Fleur du Lac to see someone.

[pants]

A man was shot and I was chasing the guy who did it,

his name is Callan. Cray Callan.

Layla, ici.

I am Layla, Layla Callan.

I think maybe you come for me.

[sighs]

I pray someone will come, for a long time.

Now you come and I am afraid.

Don't be afraid.

I'm here to help you, Layla.

I'm here to take you out of here, away from Callan.

I've got to get my car.

My brothers get your car.

How long will that take, soon?

.. [music playing] How far is the road?

Layla, how far to town?

You rest now.

Get stronger before you go.

[groans]

(Callan) I want to thank you

for getting me off that road gang, Dad.

I didn't do it so you could come over and shoot the minister, Cray.

He took my wife away from me. Now that ain't right.

Even in the eyes of the church.

Sit down.

[birds chirping]

Now that is over and done with,

you get me?

Every shovel

of Louisiana mud that I dug

reminded me of those people that hurt me.

You forget about that girl, boy.

She's nothing but Cajun trash.

Now,

she's gonna go back into that bayou and she's gonna be forgotten.

Well, not by me, Daddy. Never by me.

You listen to me.

You know, you're the only son I got, Cray.

I brought you back here

so you could put what you've done behind you.

Keep you safe from the outside law.

But you keep pushin'.

Boy, you can't, you understand?

I mean, you keep bending the law,

you're gonna find me on the other end of it.

Now you stay out of that bayou.

All right.

[owl hooting]

[sighs]

[bird calling]

KITT, you read me now?

[static buzzing]

Come on, buddy, where are you?

KITT?

KITT, where are you?

.. [music playing]

Sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I know all the sounds here.

You're not from the bayou.

Neither was Cray.

But you married him. Why?

I go to Fleur du Lac to sell fish.

I'm very young, 13.

Cray Callan sees me, wants to buy me from my father.

When he say no, Cray threaten Papa.

Says Lecroix will take everything.

Lecroix?

Bad Cajuns. Poachers.

They steal our game, tear our nets.

Callans own them.

We feud with them for many years.

It kill Papa when I go with Cray.

Layla,

who did Cray kill?

A man.

A stranger from the north,

like you.

Why?

He look at me.

With hungry eyes.

Cray went crazy. Like an animal.

Doesn't sound like he's changed much, huh?

Layla, I need to get my car.

Jacques et Arnaud, they find. Bring to you.

Good. Get you out of here as soon as possible.

Then I'll take care of Cray.

Hey.

What's the matter?

You do want to leave here, don't you?

This place, the bayou,

it is my home. It's all I know.

Yeah, but Cray Callan is gonna try and kill you.

Now you told me that much on the tape you sent to me.

.. [music playing]

From this, I hear songs about places.

Big cities, many people...

[sighs]

Here, I know how to live, but in the cities...

Cray is gonna find you here.

I am Cajun.

If I leave the bayou, I will die.

But if you don't leave the bayou...

No, tomorrow you go, please.

Not without you.

[insects buzzing]

[water splashing]

Je suis Callan.

Come out, you swamp ghosts.

I know you're there.

What do you want?

I want Layla Callan.

She's here, in the bayou.

Nobody knows the bayou like a Cajun.

And I'll make it worth your while.

Just name it.

Sheriff Casey, he stop us from poaching mink.

We want no more trouble from him, huh?

Done.

(Michael) Yeah, that's a good doggy.

[growling]

KITT? Boy, am I glad to see you.

[dog growling]

Would you hush up, he's a friend of mine.

It's quite all right, Michael.

His bark is worse than his bite.

Yeah. He could've fooled me.

How are you?

Well, I'm a little raw around the edges, but I'll live.

How are you?

Well, I fail to understand the appeal of those so-called mud baths.

I see your sense of humor's still intact.

[pants]

I was afraid something was wrong.

I couldn't reach you on the comlink last night.

I heard you, Michael,

but I apparently can't transmit.

Well, if that's all that's bothering you, we're in good shape.

Let's get a readout from your self-diagnostic analyzer, huh?

[beeping]

Apparently it's not functioning, Michael.

Terrific.

This is like being a doctor with a patient

who can't tell you where it hurts.

I would if I could, Michael.

Yeah, right.

See if you can get April for me.

I'll do the best I can.

[beeping]

Michael, we've been worried sick about you.

Where are you?

Devon, I'll brief you later. Right now, I need to talk to April.

Is there a problem? How's KITT?

A little soggy.

Soggy?

Michael Knight, what have you done now?

Look, April, we're stuck in the middle of a swamp here.

I don't have time for this discussion right now.

I need your help. KITT needs your help.

All right, what precisely is the problem?

KITT's diagnostic indicator's out.

Hmm. It's probably a short.

I'll punch in a schematic of the circuitry.

But you'll have to make the repair yourself.

You can do that, can't you?

Yeah, I can do that, but you're gonna have to hurry up.

Our connection's going.

What, Michael?

(April) Michael?

[static buzzing]

KITT?

(KITT) I'm sorry, Michael, we've lost contact.

[groans]

Great.

[barks]

[dogs continue barking]

Michael, something seems to be wrong.

Layla! Layla!

Go now, Michael! No more deaths.

[gun fires]

[dog barks]

Michael, what's happening?

Trouble, pal.

[car engine starts]

Come on, baby. Come on.

Yeah!

[gun fires]

The lady, be after her. Come on.

[insects chirping]

[swooshing]

[man yelling]

[car engine rumbling]

Layla, get in.

Oh, my radio.

[chattering]

Layla, who were those men?

The poachers. The Lecroixes.

The best hunters in the bayou.

They will find us.

Any idea where we are?

This is Lecroix land. I have not been here for many years.

KITT, can you give me a visual on our location?

I'll most certainly try.

[speaking French]

It's okay.

It's a computer, it's very complicated.

I never see car like this.

You will explain this computer?

Yeah, later. Right now...

I have it for you, Michael.

[beeping]

Blank.

Great.

Can you at least tell me which direction we're going?

I gather the visual was inadequate.

I'm afraid so, pal.

We're going northeast, Michael.

Are you sure?

Under other circumstances,

that question would be insulting, Michael.

But due to organic contamination

of my integrated micronetic navigational circuit...

You're not sure.

In a word, no.

All right, pal.

Your best is all we can ask for.

Layla, what's at the northeast end of the bayou?

Cajun settlement.

Northwest belongs to the Lecroixes.

[birds chirping]

What? Gator trap.

(KITT) Good grief.

This is humiliating.

[grunts]

Don't worry, pal, I'll get you unlocked.

[groans]

I get the feeling this isn't the only thing

we have to look forward to out here, is it?

More traps, quicksand, very much danger.

[grunting]

(Michael) Ok, back up, KITT.

[engine revving]

I've failed you again, Michael.

I should have scanned that ugly device.

To err is human, pal.

Don't worry, we'll make it through.

Where's Layla?

My brother, he get caught in Charon trap.

Now is our fight, Callan.

My wife? Where is she?

L'etranger with black car get her.

Come on, we track.

You bet we track.

(Layla) The shack! The poachers' shack!

I know this place.

(Michael) Lecroixes know about this place, too?

Everybody know. My father built it.

Then the poachers take it away.

Now they use it for their dynamite, their food.

[bird cawing]

Then you know a way out of here.

Like your car, Michael, I can make good guess.

[sighs]

Here. Okay.

[birds chirping]

.. [music playing]

.. [singing in French]

[men whooping]

.. [man continues singing]

[engine rumbling]

(Michael) You don't sound so good. What is it, KITT?

(KITT) The Juncture between my accelerator

and fuel inJection has deteriorated, Michael.

I am unable to correct the problem.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

What's going on?

Birthday party for Grandpa Beaujeux.

Michael, we must go. Lecroixes come, I feel them.

They will hurt these people, too.

This is all real new to me. I'm going as fast as I can.

[speaking French]

[Layla speaking French]

Despite your inexperience, you've done the trick.

(Layla) It's okay, Michael.

Good,

don't take April off the payroll yet.

I assure you,

the thought never entered my memory bank.

Given adequate time to warm up,

I should be able to filter out most of the impurities.

Time's the one thing we don't have much of.

[engine starts]

I'm gonna put you on surveillance mode.

[beeps]

I'll be right back.

(Michael) Layla. Layla.

[KITT humming]

Oh no, not again.

[dogs whine]

I've been here so long,

I'm probably beginning to smell like them.

[dogs whimpering]

[KITT humming]

Michael, can you hear me?

Michael, those trappers are here.

(Michael) Come on, let's get out.

[screams] Michael!

Help, Michael!

(Layla) Michael!

[Michael grunts]

[grunts]

[all chattering]

KITT, I need you.

(Michael) Layla.

[tires screech]

Come on, pal.

[bird cawing]

Layla!

Layla!

Layla!

. Personally.

. Personally.

. Personally..

Back inside their world.

[bird cawing]

It's nice to be alone like this again, isn't it, Layla?

Let me go, Cray.

You know I only do what is right.

You shouldn't have betrayed me.

You shouldn't have killed a man.

I couldn't stand the way he looked at you, mon cherie.

When he touched you... He meant nothing!

Do you remember when it was good between us?

It was never good between us.

Cajun memories are short. You need to be reminded.

[Layla exclaiming]

[sniffling]

Please, Cray...

Where's your wedding ring, Layla?

You sell it?

[sobbing] No.

That wedding ring that I gave you

belonged to my late momma.

It bound you to me.

[panting]

[striking match]

And now a ring is gonna tie you to death.

A ring of fire.

[engine rumbling]

Come on, KITT. Come on.

You can make it, come on.

This is all so frustrating, Michael.

You're doing fine.

I dislike feeling inadequate.

We're all in the same boat.

We'll find her, buddy.

We'll find her, we got to.

[fire crackling]

Your scan is showing something again.

Yes, it seems to be a radical increase in temperature ahead.

I can't quite compute it, Michael.

Is it a fire?

You're quite right, Michael, it is a fire. A large one.

I also detect a wooden structure and someone inside.

KITT, Layla could be in there.

I have to make a run through it, pal.

The malfunctions I've been experiencing

have made me acutely aware of my,

uh, shall I say, mortality.

Well, we do have April's heat-resistant coating.

I don't believe this is a propitious time to try something new.

There's no other way we can get her out of there.

Unfortunate but true.

Hang on to your microchips.

[engine roaring]

[engine revving]

Layla! Layla!

Come on, baby.

[grunts]

(KITT) Hurry, Michael.

KITT, the door.

[beeping]

Michael, what are you doing?

Transferring all energy source systems to turbo.

My logic systems make it highly remote that it will work, Michael.

It's all we got.

[beeping]

Come on, baby. Come on.

[tires squealing]

[both coughing]

Cray, no!

[gun fires]

(Michael) Stay down.

KITT, can you distract him?

[engine starting]

[engine revving]

[gun fires]

[grunts]

You know what, boy?

You just don't have the killing instinct.

[both grunting]

You know what, boy?

You're damn lucky I don't.

[Michael panting]

[dog barks]

(KITT) Look, enough is quite enough.

We don't have a thing in common.

Would you stop that?

I've got a position of some responsibility.

Besides, I'll be leaving soon.

I'll be saying arrivederci.

[dog howling]

Oh, my goodness.

We appreciate all you've done, Mr. Knight.

It's all right.

Layla,

you're sure you wanna stay?

This is my home, Michael.

Some day your, uh,

your outside world here is gonna get your curiosity up.

When it does,

don't be afraid to go out and take a look for yourself.

You teach me not to be afraid.

Maybe someday.

If you ever decide to leave,

you know where I'll be.

(Michael) Home sweet home.

[groans]

(Michael) Hi, April. Hi, Devon.

Oh my God, what have they done to you?

(Michael) Well, it's not as bad...

Oh, KITT, I've been so worried.

You've no idea of the harrowing ordeal I've been through, April.

Mud, traps, dogs.

Michael, I don't know what you've done, or why...

I'm sure that Michael will provide us with a full report.

Mud, traps, dogs?

Dogs, now wait a minute.

I was the one attacked by the dogs.

(Michael) What, you don't believe me? You wanna see my wounds?

(April) No!