All language subtitles for Knight Rider - S03E20 - Knight in Retreat

That's what I call
a serious four-wheeler.

Well, what do you do?

I'm a nuclear physicist.

Just what is it you want?
The Pegasus missile.

Wait! Monica. Dr. Knightwood, remember?

Just as I thought.
It's window glass.

I'm going to make you
very sorry.

Michael, you're playing
with suicide.

Suicide is letting them
get away with that missile.

Let's do it!

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.

Harley, I didn't
expect you until...

I have to talk to you.
It's important.

Look, if it's about what
I think it... Bianca.

I won't let you
do this to me.

But you don't have
any choice in the matter.

Yes. Yes, I do.

Harley,
for the last time...

if you don't give me the
information on the courier...

I'm going to take
this tape of us to your wife.

You can't. You wouldn't!

How much do you wanna bet?

Wait a minute. Bianca, please.

Let me give you something else.
I've got a little money, some stocks.

The information, Harley.

My wife is very ill. Don't
you have any pity? What kind...

What kind of woman are you?
A businesswoman.

You wouldn't have had
as much fun with a saint.

Well, Harley?

Tanya, see that
Harley's loving wife...

gets this tape.

Right away.
No!

Wait.

Then you have
the courier's route?

Yeah.

Give it to me.

That's a good little boy,
Harley.

I'm sure we'll be doing
more business in the future.

No, Bianca. No!

Tanya!

I had to use the full charge.
He was going to shoot.

I understand.

Wait till all the guests are
asleep, and drive him up the coast.

But remember, Tanya,
make it look like an accident.

Now, let me get this straight.

One, we're on our way
to the beach.

Right. Two, when we get to the beach...

you're going to put a parachute on
your back and secure a towing line...

to my rear bumper. So far,
you're batting a thousand.

That's what worries me.
Three, when I get the word...

Grab the sun.
Grab the sun.

I'm to race down the beach until I
get enough speed to make you airborne.

That's right.
It's called parasailing.

Wrong. It's called
total insanity.

Well, it just happens to be one of
the most popular sports in Acapulco.

Only there, they do it
off the backs of motorboats.

Michael, we're not
in Acapulco...

and I have about as much in common with
a motorboat as you have with a seagull.

Devon is calling.

Yo, Devon.

Michael, it's Bonnie.

What's wrong?

A good friend of hers was
killed last night in a car crash.

Harley Freeman.
We suspect foul play.

All right,
I'll be right there.

How you doing?

He was a wonderful man.

I'm sorry.

Where did it happen?

On Seaview Road.

He was thrown from his car after
crashing into a transformer pole.

One of the broken wires
electrocuted him.

Unfortunately, there were also indications
that he'd been drinking rather heavily.

I don't believe that.

Bonnie.

I never saw him have more than
a glass of wine with dinner.

How long have you known him?

For at least 10 years. He was
one of my professors at MIT.

We became good friends.

He gave up teaching about two years
ago and joined Megafax Industries...

so that he could be
closer to his wife.

She's been ill and
confined to a hospital nearby.

Because of the sensitive
nature of his work...

it was all highly
classified...

and because of the
circumstances of his death...

there's going to be a security
investigation and Bonnie feels...

Well, Michael, Bonnie would
like you to get involved in it.

Wait. Wait. Wait a minute.

Look, you know I would do
anything for you. But...

Michael, if you think you're
going to find something, you won't.

Suppose I do?

Harley would never do anything
to betray his country.

Look, I'm sure
you're right about that...

but what if there's the
slightest chance you're not?

I mean, what's that going
to do to our friendship?

I've thought about that. I'd
be lying if I said I hadn't.

And?

If Harley was involved
in something...

he wasn't supposed to be...

then I'd rather
hear it from you.

And don't worry,
I won't shoot the messenger.

Yeah.

All right.

You're sure you don't want to take
one of the other girls with you?

Why, don't you
trust me?

Trust has nothing
to do with it.

Harley's micro guidance
system...

makes everything else we've
ever stolen look like a toy.

That, along with the Pegasus
missile Sendrax recently developed...

will be worth millions
to us.

Then you found
a buyer?

Yes, but I have to
make delivery by tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

But you're not even close
to the Pegasus missile yet.

Look, an opportunity like this
comes along only once in a lifetime.

There's no way I'm gonna let
this slip through my fingers.

I'll get that missile.

You just worry about
getting the guidance system.

You better get going.

Okay. I'll be back
before you know it.

Okay.

Monica, did you see
Mr. Cooper anywhere?

He's over there.

Thanks.

Mr. Cooper,
welcome to the Retreat.

My name's Bianca Morgan.
I'm the owner.

Nice to meet you.

Veronica, why don't you
bring Mr. Cooper a drink?

Coming right up.
Thank you.

I hope you're having
a relaxing time here.

Just what the doctor ordered
to recharge my batteries.

I know what you mean.
My father was a physicist.

No kidding.

Yes. In fact, I built
this retreat in his memory.

A place for all the scientific
community to come and exchange ideas...

catch up on their
correspondence, meditate...

or just lie in the sun
and do nothing.

Do you mind if I join you?

Not at all.

Thank you.

Sheeba, quiet down.

Two specialties
of the Retreat.

Thank you, Veronica.
Thank you.

So, what company do you
work for, Mr. Cooper?

Please, call me Ted.

I work for Sendrax Industries. Actually,
though, I'm not really a scientist.

Oh, no?
Mmm-mmm.

I'm head of security.

Well, what do you know
about that?

Cheers, Mr. Cooper.

It's funny. I've never been
in his house before.

What did you find?

Something he wrote on a previous piece
of paper. Looks like a phone number.

Tristate Courier. It's routing
information with today's date.

I'm sure it's not important.
It could mean anything.

Bonnie, if I want to get to the
truth, I gotta follow this up.

This and everything else.

KITT.
Right here, Michael.

See if Tristate Courier is delivering
anything for Megafax, will you?

I'll get right on it.

Wow.

For a guy who only had
an occasional sip of wine...

he sure has
a well-stocked bar.

I don't understand it, Michael. I
could be in a complete stranger's house.

Bonnie, sometimes people
change and we don't know why.

All right.
So Harley changed.

He drank more...

and he obviously didn't care
as much about neatness...

but that doesn't mean he was
involved in anything illegal.

Yeah, you're right.

But it sure adds a new
dimension to his profile.

You have any idea
who this girl is?

No.
Wait a minute.

"The Retreat."

Yeah, what is it?
Your hunch was right, Michael.

One of Dr. Freeman's projects,
a microcomputer guidance system...

is on its way to a testing
facility this very moment.

Plot out the courier's route,
will you?

You're acting as though there's
been a crime committed...

Wait a minute here.
We had a deal, remember?

If I deliver bad news,
you won't shoot the messenger.

You're right.

Okay. So why don't you
stay here...

check out the photographs
and the diaries...

and see if there's any mention
of this retreat...

okay?

Okay.
Okay.

I've plotted the courier's
route, Michael.

He should be coming up
to the foothill junction now.

All right, let's cut him off!

You having trouble?

It's just a flat tire.

Maybe I can give you a hand.

Michael, that's
the courier's car up ahead.

And that's the courier
lying next to it.

What about that four-by-four?

That'll have to wait till later,
pal. Scan his vitals, will you?

He's in a state of shock,
Michael.

All right, we better give him a
hand. Let's get him to the hospital.

Michael, look out.

Michael.

KITT!

Hurry, Michael. Get in.

That's what I call
a serious four-wheeler.

Any word from the hospital?

The courier's still unconscious,
but his vital signs have stabilized.

Michael, you didn't even
get a glimpse of the driver?

No. It all happened
too fast.

Bonnie, we got another problem. What?

The four-wheeler that
attacked us was steel-plated...

and armed with
a concealed weapon.

With KITT's molecular
bonded shell...

that shouldn't have been
a problem, Michael.

I know, but the bullets are.

KITT analyzed them
as being Tufflex-coated.

His tires.

They can withstand the impact of
conventional bullets, but not Tufflex-coated.

I mean, Tufflex can even
penetrate a bulletproof vest.

Got some more
bad news for you.

Michael, I know
what you're going to say...

but just because Harley had a
note of the courier's route...

doesn't mean he had anything
to do with the theft.

Then why did he write the
note? And where is the note?

Better yet, why did he
go out of his way...

to find out the courier's
route in the first place?

I don't know.

But I'm positive there's got to
be some logical explanation...

and I don't think it had anything
to do with greed or disloyalty.

Maybe not,
but one thing's for sure.

That micro guidance system is
definitely in the wrong hands.

Look, what else did you get
at Harley's place?

I don't know. Take a look.

It's a company photograph
taken about three months ago...

at a restaurant called SI14.

The "SI" is a symbol for silicon
and the "14" is its atomic number.

It's great for trivia games.
What else?

It's in an area
known as Silicon Valley...

because of all the high-tech
industries located there.

Including Megafax.

Michael, see the bar
at the end of the table?

Let me move in on it.

The lady at the Retreat.

And she seems to be
eyeing Harley.

Like a vulture.

KITT...

I know it would be
asking a lot...

but can you make me into a
brilliant computer scientist?

Michael, that's not asking a
lot, that's asking a miracle.

Doesn't seem possible,
does it?

That this little computer board can send
a missile halfway around the world...

guide its multiple warheads
to various targets...

and then send the missile home
safe to its launch sites.

Aren't you forgetting
one thing, Bianca?

First, you have to have the missile,
and the Pegasus missile at that.

I told you. I'm working on it.

Meaning Ted Cooper?

Whose company just happens
to build the Pegasus...

and whose wife just happens to be
in New England visiting her parents.

That doesn't give you a lot of
time. What if he's the faithful kind?

They're all the faithful kind as long
as they think they can get away with it.

See what I mean?

Ted, come in. It's all right,
Tanya was just about to leave.

Have fun.

I'm glad you could make it.
I am, too.

If I tell you something,
you promise not to laugh?

Of course.

I've been thinking about you
ever since we met.

That's funny, 'cause I've
been thinking of you, too.

Very nice.

Well, the best
is yet to come.

Why don't you fix yourself a drink
and I'll make myself comfortable.

Michael,
are you really certain...

you want
to go through with this?

KITT, if my hunch is right...

the contacts
are somehow made...

at the SI14 restaurant.

And I gotta pass myself off...

as one very hot piece
of space-age manpower.

Then no question about it. The cover
I've given you should do exactly that.

It's not the cover I'm worried
about, KITT, it's the knowledge.

I need the words.

Michael, you're asking
too much of yourself.

You don't become a top scientist
overnight, much less in a couple of hours.

You want the best advice
I can give you?

I'm listening.
Say as little as possible.

Thanks a lot!

Mind if I join you?

No, not at all.

I couldn't help overhear your
conversation with the bartender...

about needing
some R and R from work.

Does your business
take you away from home a lot?

Yeah, I'm afraid it does.

Well, what do you do?

I'm a nuclear physicist.

I used to be engaged to a man once
in the space industry, Tom Johnson.

You ever hear of him?

Tom Johnson? No.

What happened
to your engagement?

Let's just say it's one of those
sad little stories I'd rather forget.

Monica Brown.
Michael Knightwood.

Dr. Michael Knightwood,
AlgoTech Industries.

What do you do?

Well, you might say I'm a hostess
at a place called the Retreat.

Oh.

Sounds interesting.

We cater to
the scientific community.

Maybe you'd like an invitation
to drop by sometime.

It was a pleasure meeting you,
Dr. Knightwood.

The pleasure was mine,
Ms. Brown.

Keep a fix on Miss Congeniality, will
you, pal? We don't wanna lose her.

I take it she didn't
buy your cover, Michael.

She bought it. She just
wants time to check it out.

I'd consider that substantial
progress. What's another day or so?

We don't have a day or so.

There's a high fence
surrounding the entire property.

Of course, I could use my
microwave jammer to open that gate.

See what you can find out
about this...

Wait a minute.

I think I've found
another way to get in.

According to various
city records...

this property is licensed
as a private hotel-spa...

which appears to cater mostly to
members of the scientific community.

It also appears to be an
entirely legitimate enterprise.

Which only goes to prove
appearances can be deceiving.

You ready?

Ready, but hardly willing.

Michael, what happened
to the good old days...

when we simply turbo-boosted over
fences or crashed through walls?

You said it yourself, partner, the
terrain is not suitable for turbo-boosting.

You don't win friends and influence
people by crashing through their walls.

Okay, let's grab the sun!

Oh, my!

Yeah!

Faster, KITT. I need all
the altitude I can get.

See you later, pal.

Hold it right there.

Hi. I was just looking
for the tennis courts.

Do you know if they
rent rackets there, too?

Wait!

Monica. Dr. Knightwood,
remember?

Is this him?
Yes.

She said she'd be
in touch with you.

Yes, I know, but...

Well, she made the Retreat here sound so
peaceful and intellectually stimulating...

that, well, I guess I got carried
away and followed her here.

I'm kind of
the impatient kind.

The impatient kind, huh?
Yes.

You know what Einstein said
about mass and velocity.

No, but it sounds interesting.
Tell me about it.

Mass and velocity?

It's very complicated,
and I'll tell you what...

how about you and I discussing
mass and velocity over a drink?

Dr. Knightwood, this is a private
retreat surrounded by a very high fence.

How did you get in?

I walked through
the front gate.

That's impossible. The gate
only opens with a key card.

Well, something's very wrong,
because the front gate is wide open.

Really? We'll have to see
about that.

I need you to open
the front gate real fast.

I'm not sure I can do it from this
distance, Michael, but I'll try.

Do it now.

For your sake, Doctor,
I hope you're right.

It's open.
That's what I told you.

Veronica, have that fixed
immediately...

and I want to know why he wasn't
picked up on the surveillance camera.

Yes, Bianca.

Well, as for you, Dr. Knightwood,
welcome to the Retreat.

Thank you. The girls will
make you comfortable...

and maybe later we'll have a chance for
that discussion on mass and velocity.

Keep an eye on him.

Stay out of sight, partner. The one
who attacked us on the road is here.

You might be recognized.

More important, Michael,
you might be recognized.

Don't think
it hasn't crossed my mind.

Coming, Doctor?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Oh, no.
Just what I don't need.

All right, fur ball, scat.

Go chase a mouse,
or better yet, a sardine.

Well, we'll just
see about that!

Oh, dear. That was
a tactical error.

Oh, dear.

Nice little kitty.

Oh, no. Watch out.

Get off of there. Oh, no,
don't push the turbo-boost!

Seen enough?

I don't think I understand.

Come on, Ted.
You're an intelligent man.

You've been around. You decided
to play the game and you lost.

How many years
have you been married?

Ten.
In October.

October 2nd, to be exact.

You have two daughters,
Mary Ann and Elizabeth...

a dog named Bon-Bon,
and a parakeet named Lovey.

Your wife bakes you chocolate
chip cookies every Friday...

which you take with
a glass of warm milk to bed.

Just what is it you want?

The Pegasus missile.

You're insane!

And you're head of security
for Sendrax Industries...

which is about to ship the
Pegasus to the testing grounds.

But it'll never arrive, because
you're going to help us steal it.

I can't.

Of course you can.

Because if you don't, your wife
is going to see that tape...

and so are your daughters.

And there'll be no more chocolate
chip cookies before going to bed.

Tanya, I think Mr. Cooper
needs a glass of warm milk.

Seymour!

Are you sure you wouldn't
like to have a drink, Michael?

No, thank you,
I never drink.

I thought you wanted to have
some fun. Let yourself go.

Maybe if you made yourself
a little more comfortable.

Physicists are shy by nature.

On second thought...

last one in the spa
is a rotten pineapple.

But you still have
your clothes on.

Oh.

Yeah. Now who's shy?

Well, on second thought
here...

I think I will go change
and wear a bathing suit.

Keep the water wet.

KITT?
I'm here, Michael.

What was that?

That is a very long story.
I'll tell you about it later.

There's a man
in a light blue station wagon.

I see him.
Check him out, will you?

Anything in particular
you want me to look for?

Yeah, I wanna find out what qualifies
him to be a member in the Retreat.

I'll get right on it, Michael.

And as for you...

welcome to the Arctic.

KITT, see if there's a safe...

hidden in this room anywhere,
will you?

Right away.

There's one in the cabinet
behind you, Michael.

All right, give me some amplification
on these tumblers, will you?

If everything goes
as planned...

we'll have both the missile
and the guidance system...

just in time for delivery.

Later, pal.

What say we celebrate
with some champagne?

Great.

Don't worry, he won't.

And how can you be so sure?

Because I know men, Tanya.
A man's home is his castle.

The real power
behind the throne.

Nice kitty. Kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty.

That's it. That's right.

Come in, ladies.
Plenty of room for everyone.

What are you
doing here?

Soaking.

I can see that.

Isn't that
what a hot tub is for?

Not my hot tub.

Unless by special invitation.

Well, like I said, I'm
kind of the impatient kind.

Mass and velocity?

That's right.

You are something else,
Dr. Knightwood.

Please, please,
call me Michael.

But then I suppose one has to expect
a certain amount of arrogance...

from a man of your brilliance.

Well, I guess it's...

I guess it's part of
the whole package.

I have to admit
I do like the wrappings.

But if you're lying to me,
if you're up to something...

I'm going to make you
very sorry.

Somehow, I believe you.

Good. Now we can have
that drink together.

But in the living room.

Don't get up.

I'm telling you, Bianca, except for the
glasses and the way that he's dressed...

I'm almost positive it's the same man
who came to the aid of the courier.

That's very interesting,
Tanya...

but before I do anything, I have
to be sure that you're right.

Dr. Knightwood. Feel better?

Like a new man.
Good.

Please, call me Michael.
I'd like that.

Thank you.
Wanna come sit over here?

Yes, thank you.
Good.

Maybe you'd feel even more comfortable,
Michael, without your glasses.

I don't see very well
without them.

Just as I thought.
It's window glass.

Don't kill him!

I wanna see
what he knows first.

What a pity, Michael.

I was looking forward to that
lecture on mass and velocity.

Michael, you have no idea
how much this hurts me.

Why don't we change places?

But that's just it. There's no need
for either one of us to be here.

All I really wanna know
is who you are.

I told you my name is...

Dr. Michael Knightwood.

I work for AlgoTech
Industries.

I'm sure you had me
checked out.

A computer is only as trustworthy
as the information fed into it.

No, I'm sure you work for one
of the law enforcement agencies.

The only thing is
I don't really care which one.

The only thing
I want to know is...

can I get away with it?

You haven't got a chance.

Then they know.

Everything.

No, Michael.

If they knew everything, they'd be
here breaking down the doors right now.

My guess is they sent you here on your
own to see what you could find out.

I'm telling you,
they know everything.

All you have to do is tell me
what I'm after, Michael.

What is it, Michael?
Can I get away with it?

Michael, what is it?

He has no idea
what we're after.

Which means once we hear
from Cooper, we can go get it.

Come on.

KITT, I'm a little concerned about
Michael. Have you heard from him?

Not for a couple of hours,
Devon.

I tried making contact with him on the
comm link, but there was no response.

Is it possible there's some sort
of interference with the signal?

I thought of that, Bonnie,
but I couldn't find any.

I did notice sudden surges
of electrical current...

but I wasn't able to isolate
where they were coming from.

Of course, there is
one other possibility.

What is that?
The lady of the Retreat.

She's quite attractive.

Of course, knowing Michael
the way I do, Devon...

it would strictly be
in the line of duty.

Yes, in the line of duty.

Well, we'll wait a little
longer and see what happens.

One more thing.

Michael had me check out one
of the guests at the resort.

I learned his name
is Theodore Cooper.

He's head of security
at Sendrax Industries.

Good work, KITT.
I'll get on it right away.

Hello?

It's me, Ted.

Do you have the information?

Yes. Bianca, listen...

Just give it to me.

It left in an unmarked truck
about 15 minutes ago.

Good.

All right.
Yes, I got that.

Thank you, Ted. I'm glad we
could help each other out.

When do I get my tape?

When? Why, when I have
no further use for you.

Well, I'll be in touch, darling,
and say hello to wifey for me, okay?

Well, it's already on its way.
We just have to move fast.

What about...

You found him, Monica.
You can get rid of him.

No problem.
Great.

Let's go, girls.

Such a waste.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

KITT, come pick me up.

I just saw that lady leaving
with two of her friends.

Which way are they headed?

They turned north
on Stockton Road...

then disappeared
from my scanner range.

Michael, Devon is calling.

Devon.

Michael, I'm relieved
to see that you're safe.

Yeah, I feel better about
it, too. What have you got?

A Pegasus missile is en route from
Sendrax Industries to the proving grounds.

It's what is known as
a smart missile...

because of its ability...

to launch multiple warheads and
then return to its launching site.

Sounds impressive.

Yes, at the very least.

The only thing is it's practically
useless without its guidance system.

You mean Dr. Freeman's
micro guidance system.

Exactly.

And my guess is that whoever has
that will now go after the Pegasus.

It's a very educated guess.

Bonnie, do you have the
information about the delivery?

I'm programming it
into KITT's CRT now.

All right, I'll be in touch.

If the truck
carrying the Pegasus...

is traveling at its
prescribed speed, Michael...

we should be exactly
25.7 miles from it.

All right, pal,
let's step on it.

Are you going our way, boys?

Too bad, we could have
had some fun.

Good girl, Tanya.
Now for the missile.

KITT, can you pick up
the truck on your scanner?

Negative, Michael.
It's still out of range...

but we'll be coming up
to Stone Mountain Road soon.

Can't be soon enough.

Michael.

No question about it,
they've been here.

The guards appear
to be all right.

I have the truck
in scanner range, Michael.

I see it!
Now let's go get it.

Where does
that other road go?

It dead-ends 100 yards from here,
just above the truck's route.

Right. Got an idea.

Michael, you're playing
with suicide.

Suicide is letting them
get away with that missile.

All right. Let's do it!

What was that?

Nothing I can't get rid of.

KITT, get down here, buddy.

Right away, Michael.

KITT, the four-wheeler.

Leave that to me, Michael.

Don't forget about
the Tufflex bullets.

Hello. It's all over.

Michael, the four-by-four
is under control.

Right behind you, buddy.

Good work, buddy.

Thank you, Michael.

Hello, Bianca. I told you,
you couldn't get away with it.

Now, about
mass and velocity.

I guess you were right all along,
Michael. My idol had feet of clay.

I don't think you can
judge him too harshly.

Harley was a lonely man...

who fell into the clutches of a
very beautiful and very evil woman.

I think the worst you can
accuse him of is being human.

Thank you. So this is
the Retreat, huh?

Was. Past tense.
It's all over now.

But it was great
while it lasted, huh?

Come on, Bonnie.

What's so great about beautiful
women running around in bikinis...

catering to your every need?

I don't know. You tell me.
You got a couple hours?

Oh, no, I thought
they arrested her, too.

Wrong, buddy. The authorities have
found a brand-new home for her.

Just so it's far away from me.

Actually, the Foundation was
thinking of adopting Sheeba as a pet.

You have to be kidding.

Hey! We have a KITT,
why not have a cat?

Very funny, Michael,
very funny.