All language subtitles for knight rider s03e04

[screaming]

(Michael)
Stacy's in a coma.

There's a good chance
she may not come out of it.

You wouldn't listen to me!
You just cost me
my number one suspect.

Are you saying
being a cheerleader
had something to do with this?

(woman)
Two, three, four, five, six...

You want a race, you got one.
Your car for my car.

[car engines revving]

(Bonnie)
Michael,
how could you have done this?

Bonnie, it was the only way.
Losing him in a race?

[car tires screeching]

(KITT)
Michael,
his fuel tank's ruptured.

l gotta to get him out,
KlTT.

(KITT)
That nitro could blow
any second.

(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.

Oh, this is the Dagger DX?

l was beginning to think
it only existed
in your dreams.

You'll find out it's for real
soon enough.

My sweet.

lf you still have any doubts,
maybe we should up the stakes.

[Lehigh exclaiming]

No, $50,000 is enough.
l hate to see a grown man cry.

3.8 miles. You think
you can occupy yourself
for a minute and a half?

Only if you promise
to come back in one piece.

l'm a man
with a thousand lives.

Just so you save
one of them for me.

l'll do better than that.
l'll save them all.

[engine revving]

[engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

Something went wrong
with my brake system.

Why'd you let her stand
in the street?
l didn't let her do anything.

ls she alive? Oh, my God.
What if she dies?

l feel a pulse, but it's weak.
Well, somebody's gotta call
an ambulance!

Jack, l'll take care of it.

Go home, get drunk,
l don't care,
just get out of here.

Keep your mouth shut.
This didn't happen.
Tonight didn't happen.

Call an ambulance.
Just make sure
you're not here when it comes.

[car engine roaring]

[beeping]

(KITT)
According to Coach Berchuk...

his Cougars should have
no problem with the Mustangs
on Sunday.

That's exactly why
l'm picking
the Mustangs to win.

Every time Berchuk toots
his horn, his team loses.

Twenty-two men
in mock war regalia...

knocking each other down...

for possession
of an air-filled bladder
made of a pig's skin.

Well, some human institutions
confuse me, but football
is a total mystery.

l wish l could
help you out, KlTT.

But it's a little like
buttermilk.

Either you like it
or you don't.

Michael, if you're going
to use a multi-million dollar
system...

to read a 25 cent paper,
you could at least read
the front page.

Be well informed.

Okay, wise guy.
Lay a little world, national,
and local on me.

That's more like it.

Allow me.

''In Washington today,
hearings resume
on nuclear power.

''While in New York--''
Wait a minute, KlTT.

Blow up the left-hand corner.

Stacy?
Someone you know, Michael?

[brakes screeching]

(Michael)
Someone l knew
a long time ago.

[women chattering
on P.A. system]

She's a fighter,
Mr. Courtney.
She won't let go.

Thanks, Diane.

[telephone ringing]

l've gotta go back
to the stadium now.

Sgt. Courtney?
Lieutenant.

How is she?
Fine.

l'm a friend.

l don't remember your face.
What's your name?

Knight. Michael Knight.

Do you know anything about
what happened last night?

No, sir. l wish l did.
l know l would like to help.

l don't need any help.

[sighing]

(Devon)
Michael, I expected you
over an hour ago.

Whatever it is
will have to wait.

I beg your pardon.
Sorry, Devon,
l'm a little uptight.

You remember Jim Courtney?
Courtney?

Your partner when you were
on the police force?

Yeah, well,
when you're a rookie...

you don't have a partner,
Devon, you have
a second father.

That's what Jim was to me.

What happened?

His daughter Stacy
was in an accident last night.

Hit and run.

I'm sorry about that, Michael,
but I fail to see
how that postpones our work.

Well, whoever did it
left her lying alone
in the street.

l'm gonna make sure
l find out who it was...

and make sure he gets
what he deserves.

God knows Stacy didn't.
All right, Michael.

Okay, stay in touch.

Thanks, Devon, l will.

All right, KlTT.
Access the police reports
on Stacy's accident.

Dig deep, pal. Dig real deep.

(KITT)
Right away, Michael.

seven, eight, and turn.
Two, three, four, five, six.

Here we go!
One, two, three, four,
five, six....

Way to go out there, kid.
You look all pro.
Take a shower.

Okay if l take one of them
with me?
Take two, they're small.

[exclaiming]

(woman)
Four!

Diane, how is she?
Any change?

[sighs]
No. She's still critical.

What happened? What was
she doing down there
in the first place?

l don't know what you mean.

She was with you
last night celebrating
her ballet scholarship, right?

Yeah, until about
10:00 or 10:15.
Didn't she tell you?

Tell me what?
l got an emergency call
from Dallas.

We hadn't even ordered dinner.

l told her l'd send her home
in a car and she said
she'd call you.

Diane, come on.
You're her roommate,
you've gotta know something.

She didn't call me.

l didn't even know
you'd gone to Dallas
until now.

The thought of losing her.
l am going crazy.

l want to go to the hospital,
but if the reporters
find out....

l feel like such a coward.

There's nothing you can do,
Mr. Taylor.

[sighing]
Think of Stacy's father, too.

lf he ever found out
she was dating a married man--

Yeah,
l guess you're right.

There's been
enough confusion and pain.

This will be our
little secret. Yours, mine,
and Stacy's, okay?

Okay.

This is the place, Michael.
(Michael)
l got you, buddy.

[sighing]

All right.
l want pictures
of these skid marks.

Looks like
they're really wide.

Four sets, two cars.

[beeping]

And made of very expensive,
cold-rolled rubber.

Used in Formula One racing
and discarded
after each performance.

Yeah, well, this is no
race track, is it, pal?

(KITT)
Obviously not.
Could it be we're dealing...

with some high-class type
of drag racers?

Called banzai-running, KlTT.
A speed kick for the man
who has everything.

Wait a minute.

Here's something.

[humming]

All right, give me
an analysis of this
paint chip, will you?

[beeping]

It's exotic
and highly unusual, Michael.
It might take a while.

[exhaling]

These guys use racing tires.
The chances are
they use racing fuel.

Get me a list of the places
handling nitromethane.

Right away.

There's only one outlet
in this area, Michael.

One will do just fine, pal.

[tires screeching]

Private club, huh?

Judging by their signs,
I'd say it's not
a very social one.

That's all right, pal.

This isn't a social call.

[tires screeching]

[engine roaring]

[brakes screech]

[panting]

ls that any way to treat
a brother racer?

Since you speak English,
l assume
that you can read it, too.

This is for members only
and you're trespassing.

Oh, l'm sorry.
l was just hoping to meet
some of the boys.

Get in on
some of the banzai action.

You got the wrong club,
stretch.

Banzai racing's illegal.

Hey, come on,
you're talking to me now.

Like the Boss says,
cars like this were
''Born to Run''.

Hands off!

What's the ''E'' stand for?

lt stands for
either you walk out of here
right now...

or l call security
and they bounce you out.

Take a little picture of this
and trace it, will you?

Right away, Michael.

Well, it's been
a real pleasure meeting you...

and we've got to do it again
sometime.

Michael, I've got the trace
on that club logo.

Lay it on me, pal.
They call themselves
the Racer's Edge.

Sounds right
for a bunch of yahoos...

who like to push it
to the limit, huh?

You might be interested
in knowing their president
also owns the LA Cougars.

Mark Taylor?

(KITT)
You really know your football,
don't you, Michael?

(woman)
Right, left, right.

But Mark, somebody may
already be on to us.

l just got a call
from the club.

Ladonna said some guy
in a black T-top, a Michael--

Knight. l got the same call.
Difference is,
l'm not panicking.

Mark,
Stacy's on the critical list.

lf she dies,
we're accessories to murder.

We gotta do something
about this.

We gotta deal with this thing
before it's too late.

Calm down.
Just take a look around.

Everything you see l own.
And a whole lot more.

Now, you think l got all this
by not taking care
of little details?

Believe me, it cost,
but our alibi is covered.

Tell that to Stacy's father.
Why didn't you say
he was a cop?

Jack, l have to buy
other people...

but l count on friends
like you. Listen to me.

(Taylor)
You're overreacting.

You're ready to be crucified
on a billboard
on Sunset Boulevard.

Now all confessing
is going to do is drastically
lower both our lifestyles.

lt is not going to help Stacy.

No, l guess you're right.

Remember that the next time
you start to panic.

Everything's gonna
work out fine.

He's gonna crack,
sooner or later.

l was hoping
it wouldn't come to this.

[woman chattering]

(KITT)
Michael, did you know
that on third down...

Well, l'm glad to see
you're starting to appreciate
the game, buddy.

Yes. I place its complexity
somewhere above checkers...

and below World War II.

[laughing]

[exhales]

(woman)
...three, four. Stretch out.

One, two, three, four.

And over.
One, two, three, four.

Side. Right. Left.

And twist it.

Right, right, and left.
Left and right.

Right, left, and right
and right.

Left and left.
Right and right.

Left and left and rock,
two, three, four.

Okay, guys, that's it.
Great, team.

Excuse me.
Are you Diane Landra?

Yes.
Hi, my name is Michael Knight.

l'm a friend of Stacy's.

Oh, no, don't tell me she's--
No, no,
she's holding her own.

l'm sorry,
l didn't mean to frighten you.

lt's just so horrible,
what happened last night.

[sighing]
Well, do you know
what happened?

Where she was going?

No. She never told me.

Nice meeting you.

Diane. Look, l'm just trying
to find out
who ran down Stacy.

You want that too,
don't you?

Well, l'm sorry.
lt's just l feel
so much of this is my fault.

You see,
she became a cheerleader
because of me.

Are you saying
being a cheerleader
had something to do with this?

Everything all right, Diane?

Sure. This is Michael Knight.
He's a friend of Stacy's.

l hope to heaven
she's gonna be all right.
Yeah, yeah, me too.

You finished for the day?
Yes, l am, Mr. Taylor.

l thought l'd stop by
the hospital.
Good girl.

Thanks.

Nice lines. ls it fast?

Yeah. l'd say it's about
the fastest thing
on four wheels.

Oh, now, that's quite a boast,
Mr. Knight.

Well, why don't you try me?

l mean, you are
the number one guy
at Racer's Edge, aren't you?

That's true.

l'm also pretty busy.
l've got my boys
to think about.

We're gonna win
the Super Bowl this year.

(all)
Yeah!

l'll tell you what.

Our number two man
can give you quite a race.

Well,
l gotta start somewhere.

Why not?
Of course,
Jack won't run for fun.

$50,000 is his normal wager.

Still interested?
No, no, l'm excited.

Time and place.
5:00 p.m.

Club track at Saugus.
l'll be there.

Beat him and maybe
l'll give you a run myself.

l'll hold you to it.

[engine starting]

[tires screeching]

Are you crazy?
Jack's in no shape to race.

l know that.
l'll handle Jack.

You just take care
of his car.

(KITT)
You plan to race me against
one of those banzai baboons?

What better way to get us
in tight with the men
who caused Stacy's accident?

And if we play our cards
right, we might even draw out
the car that hit her.

Michael, I hope you know
what you're doing.

Well, KlTT,
every quarterback's gotta
scramble once in a while.

At least
we're off and running.

Yes, but are we speeding?

[police siren wailing]

No, why?

(officer)
Pull over!

l didn't know
police lieutenants
worked traffic detail.

There's obviously
a lot about the police
you don't know.

Primarily, we don't like
amateurs mucking up
our investigation...

by wearing out the leads.
Get the picture?

Yes, sir. l got it.
Good.

Because if l ever hear of you
asking questions again...

l'm going to consider
slapping you
with an obstruction charge.

Just remember one thing.
We're on the same side here.

Yeah. What side is that?

lf anyone smelled
a little hinky, it's you,
Mr. Michael Knight.

l checked you out.
Up to two years ago,
you didn't exist.

[birds chirping]

Now do me a favor.
Disappear again.

(Michael)
How's Stacy?
The same.

Any objections to someone
saying a prayer for her?

Sure, she needs all
she can get.

[car engine starting]

[engine starting]

Buddy, l'm starting
to worry about Jim.
He's wound pretty tight.

So I see.
But you might consider
worrying a bit about Devon.

You haven't asked him
for the race money yet.

You got any strategy, pal?
How about
the quarterback sneak?

All right. Get me Devon.

Hello, Devon.
Hello, Michael.

Are you sitting down?
How much do you want?

(Michael)
$50,000.

Now I'm sitting down.

[tires screeching]

(KITT)
Michael, sometimes you really
know how to hurt a guy.

That car isn't fit
to shine my bumpers.

Let's keep the race
fairly close, pal.

We just want to move up
in the organization.

ls that the price
of admission?
Yeah, that's it.

You can count it if you want.
But don't worry,
it's coming right back to me.

Five laps, Mr. Knight.

Let it rock.

[engine starting]

Michael, the tires on that car
match up with the prints
at the accident site.

But this car's red, not gold,
like the paint chip.

Oh, we're getting warmer,
huh?

[car engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[explosion]

[explosion]

(KlTT)
Michael, he's losing it, and his wiring
is shorting out.

l gotta get him out, KlTT.
That nitro could blow
any second.

Jack!

l wonder why we do it.

So do l, Mr. Taylor.

So do l.

(woman on PA system)
Dr. Hoffman. 64, please.

[woman chattering
on PA system]

Any improvement?

A little.

Well, even a little
is encouraging.

You wouldn't listen to me,
would you!

You couldn't keep your nose
out of it.

lf you're talking about
Lehigh--

You bet that's who
l'm talking about!

His car was there that night!
l was this far
from picking him up.

You just cost me
my number one suspect.
Lehigh didn't run down Stacy.

You don't know that for sure!

The car he was racing was red.
The one that hit Stacy
was gold.

Now that much l do know.

All right, so even if
he didn't do it himself...

l could've got him
to tell me who did.

No way.
You were two steps behind.

Lehigh was a dead man
the minute he drove
on that track.

lt was no accident.

Maybe it's time
we started working together.

Working together!

Yeah, Jimbo, working together.
Hey, wait a minute.

Jimbo, it's a name
out of the past.
What made you call me that?

l don't know.
lt just seemed natural.

Natural, huh?
You're sure that's all it is?

Yeah, l'm sure!

lt's only natural for me
to work alone, so forget it.

Thinking about Stacy?
Yeah.

l really miss her.
That makes two of us.

Diane, has this Michael Knight
been around again?

No, why?

Oh, just curious.

He's been asking my friends
a lot of questions lately...

and poking his nose
into my business.

l won't tolerate that.

And there's something else
l won't tolerate.

Disloyalty.

l expect my friends,
my players...

all the people who work
for me to give 1 10% loyalty
all the time.

You understand that?

Yes.

That's my girl.

And so if this Knight
come around again...

you're gonna send him away
and you're gonna call me,
right?

lf that's what you want.

l'm glad we had
a chance to talk.

You have a good evening.
Yeah.

Thanks for the lift.
You bet.

(Diane)
Bye.

[birds chirping]

Taylor drive
all his Kittens home?

[sighing]

lf it's any of your business,
my car's in the shop.
He offered me a lift.

No kidding.
That's what l call supporting
your local cheerleader.

Look, what do you want?

l want to know who Stacy
had a date with last night.

l'm her roommate,
not her shadow.

She's also your best friend.

l don't know.

Diane, Stacy's in a coma.
There's a good chance
she may not come out of it.

Don't you think l know that?

lf you care, then tell me.

l can't.
Why not?

All right.
Yesterday you said...

it had something to do
with her being a cheerleader.

Wait a minute....

Mark Taylor. Stacy had a date
with Mark Taylor. ls that it?

He told me he didn't have
anything to do
with her accident.

They'd had dinner
earlier that evening...

and then he was
called out of town.
And you believe that?

You don't?
No, l don't.

Not for a second.
Diane, he was there.
You believe that.

All right, thanks a lot.
You helped.

(KITT)
Michael, the airport logs
confirm Taylor's alibi.

So his private jet took off
and landed, huh?

That doesn't mean
he was on it.

By the way...

anything on the analysis
on that paint chip
from the accident site?

It's a special high-lead
racing paint
from a factory in Italy.

They make a car
called the Dagger DX.

All right, show me
what you've got on that car.

A double turbo
600 horse engine.
Zero to 60 in 3.5 seconds.

Top speed 200 plus.

Totally illegal to drive
in this country
by all civilized standards.

Yeah, well, no one ever
accused these guys
of being civilized.

Any chance Taylor owns one?

With his money,
anything is possible...

although I can't find
a registration to prove it.

Then maybe we'll just have to
find another way
to prove it, pal.

[men chattering]

[players shouting]
Scan the area.
See if you can find a way in.

[humming]

Michael,
there is one open gate.

All right. Let's go for it.

(KITT)
Why do I feel like I'm
entering the jaws of a cougar?

lt's football fever, pal.

Oh, well,
I sure hope there's a cure.

Woe! Nice catch, buddy.

Why are those
helmeted behemoths after me,
Michael?

Because you got the ball,
buddy.

I really don't enjoy
this game.

Hey, pal,
what are you doing?

lt's not a game, pal,
it's showtime.

l want the spotlight
to be on us.

[tires screeching]

Him again.

(Taylor)
l'll give him credit
for one thing...

he knows
how to make an entrance.

Hey, you know,
you're a regular
Marcus Allen.

Frankly, Michael,
I prefer being
a Knight Industries 2000.

Fantastic!
l've never seen moves
like that before.

Hey, well,
you should see me
on my pass plays.

l'm pretty aggressive
on offense myself.

(KITT)
Somehow, this doesn't sound
like football talk to me.

Who said that?

Don't listen to him.
He knows nothing
about football.

Very impressive, Knight.
But you're interrupting
my practice again.

Hey.

You promised me a race,
remember?

You don't want your boys
here to think...

you don't have the guts to go
one-on-one, do you?

You're pushing it.
Oh, really?

Well, if you want to back down
in front of all these people,
no hard feelings.

Have a real safe day,
Mr. Taylor.

You!

You want a race, you got one.
But not for money.
l'm talking pink slips now.

Your car for mine.

You got the guts for that?

l'll meet you at the track.
No track. Streets.

Midnight.

Banzai. You're on.

[tires screeching]

[engine roaring]

Michael, I knew a man
like Taylor wouldn't bring out
the guilty car for a race.

l didn't think
he would either, pal.

Then what are we
going to do now?
Now...

it's on to Plan B.

Plan B, what is Plan B?

Not now, buddy,
we got a race to run.

[engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

(KITT)
Michael, you lost me.
What happened to Plan B?

This is Plan B.

l'm going to shut all
your systems down now,
partner.

Oh, no, Michael!
You're not handing me
over to that....

[beeping]

lt's the only way, pal.

lt's the only way.

[sighing]

Take good care of it, huh?

Just be glad your car
is the only thing you lost.

Push me again
and you're history.

Hang in there, buddy.

[humming]

[birds chirping]

(Bonnie)
Michael,
how could you have done this?

Bonnie, it was the only way.
Losing him in a race?

Really, Michael,
you overstepped your bounds.

For the last time,
l didn't lose him.

To keep Taylor
from discovering
all of KlTT's capabilities...

l turned off
all of his functions
except the homing signal.

l figured that would lead us
to where Taylor
is keeping the Dagger DX.

Fine, fine!
Except that l've got
so much interference...

l can't tell what's coming
from KlTT and what isn't.

Why now, all right,
all right, let's keep calm.

Bonnie, where is
the primary signal
coming from?

Considering the reflections,
l can't even hazard a guess.

Maybe the interference
is coming...

from some power lines
or something
we could get past.

Now, can you at least
get me a starting point?

South.
South, okay, let's go.

You bring this. Devon,
l need your keys.

l hope it works, Michael.
We'll make it work.

[men chattering]

Diane, what is this nonsense
about you quitting the team?

l want to go back home.
Back to my folks.

When l hired you,
you said it was a chance
of a lifetime.

National exposure
and all that.
Why the change of heart?

lt's Michael Knight, isn't it?
No.

What did he tell you?
Nothing.

Then he did talk to you.

Diane, come on.
Friends don't lie
to each other.

You lied to me, Mr. Taylor.
And l can't work
for you anymore.

l'm sorry.
l'm sorry, too.

[gasps]

(Michael)
Talk to me.

(Bonnie)
The signal's stronger now,
but it's in multiples.

Bonnie, spare me
the technical analysis.

l need a direction.
Right or left?

Left.

[tires screeching]

[beeping]

Forget pulling the engine
on the car, boss.

l can't even get
under the hood.

What's she doing here?
She knows.

Tie her up.

Michael, the signal's almost
at full strength.
We're getting closer.

What's around here?

Taylor's stadium
and headquarters.
That's gotta be it.

Jim Courtney.
Yeah, patch me through.
lt's an emergency.

[police radio buzzing]

This is Courtney.

Jim, it's Michael Knight.
Look, l don't have time
to explain...

but if you want the man
who ran down Stacy...

meet me
behind the Taylor building.
l'm on my way.

[tires screeching]

Let's get ready to move.

What's the plan?

l think it'd be a lot better
for both of us, friend,
if you didn't know.

Okay, bright eyes.
What have you got?

Jim. lt was Mark Taylor.

The car he drove was somewhere
in that complex.

No one knows this place
better than you.

Let's go.

What's behind here?
Maintenance stairway.

lt can get us anyplace.

How did you know l could
find my way around here
with my eyes closed?

Only two people knew
that this was
on my rookie beat.

My watch commander
and my old partner,
Michael Long.

You want to talk now
or you want to find that car?

KlTT, can you read me?

(Michael)
Rise and shine,
Sleeping Beauty...

I've just reactivated
your systems.

[beeping]

(KITT)
I'm so glad you're here.
They've got Diane. Hurry!

Where are you, buddy?

(KITT)
It's some sort of
private garage, Michael.

That help any?
You know it.

Who was that?

Another partner?
No. No, that's just a friend
on the inside.

[car engine rumbling]

l'll take it from here.
Open the door.

There's the door.

All right, you take high
and l'll take low.
You got it, Mike.

[tires screeching]

(KITT)
Glad to have you back
in the driver's seat, Michael.

That makes two of us, pal.

Let's go get him.

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

All right, KlTT,
give me a readout
of what's ahead.

Michael, two miles
of extremely hazardous curves.

That doesn't seem to be
slowing him down, does it?

(KITT)
Michael, these curves are
too critical for that car.

KlTT, we gotta stop him.

KlTT, warm up your
microwave jam?

Michael, for that to work
we have to be within 50 yards
of our target.

Michael,
the target is in range.

There's no way Taylor would be
able to control the skidding
on these curves.

He's losing it anyway,
buddy.

But if you try it,
you could kill them.

lf l don't try,
they're gonna
go right over the cliff.

[tires screeching]

All right. lt's a go, pal!

[tires screeching]

[Diane screaming]

[grunting]

Not today, pal.

You're not worth it.

You all right?

Oh, l am now.

[sighing]

[men chattering]

Your father tells me
you'll be dancing again
real soon.

Yes. The Ballet Academy
even agreed to hold
my scholarship for me.

(Courtney)
She's gonna be
a real superstar.

Just wait and see.

That's terrific.

Oh, thanks for your help.

My pleasure.

By the way, l've got
a little present for you.

Oh, come on,
there's no need for that.
No, no, it's a....

Used to belong
to a partner of mine.

You remind me of him a lot.
No kidding.

What was his name?
Michael Long.

Special guy.

(Courtney)
By any standards.

Thanks.

l'll take real good care
of it.

See you around.
Yeah.

Bye, Stacy.

Bye. Thanks.

(Devon)
Michael.

Michael, what's this l hear
about KlTT playing football?

l tell you, Devon,
KlTT is the next OJ.
Check this out.

37, wing right, left.

The bomb.
The bomb.

All right, KlTT. 36, 24...

36. Hut! Hut!

All right!

Here it comes, buddy.

It's all mine, Michael.

[all cheering]

Now for the extra point.

Michael.

Michael, you can't be serious.

Michael,
you wouldn't really....
Michael!

Banzai!

Michael!
No!