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I'll be doggone!
It's over, KITT.
Good. Do it. Do it fast.
Yeah. You got any friends on the outside at all?
[Announcer] And Carney Miller up front. And Knight has got the lead.
I'm a little stiff, a little sore, but the doc says I'm mobile.
* Rollin' on a river *
You're a strange man, Michael.
When do I get it back? Who said anything about getting it back?
You mean you're deaf?
Well, that would be terrific if I happened to be working under it.
Remember, ladies and gentlemen, this is a figure-eight track,
Maggie, this is the last time that I put up with your discourtesy.
- Hey, Carney! - Yeah?
[Man Speaking Spanish]
[Tires Screeching]
That Trans-Am's loose and heading right for us.
I'm not a friend of Tanya's. I just need to find her.
He's losing blood. I really feel I should take over.
- You really think you can make a difference? - Yes!
- It's Baker. - What's goin' on?
[Michael] Maggie, why all these trucks from Comtron?
You don't look very happy.
All right. Hold it right there.
His vital signs are deteriorating rapidly.
Ah, don't consider it a permanent condition.
[Maggie] Michael, are you sure you're all right? Yeah.
You've had your fun with our guest.
Well, if he ain't, he's gonna be. That's Dead Man's Curve up ahead.
And it's, um,
I want you to stay close to Mr. Acton. He's carrying a great deal of cash. Right.
What's this? A new paint job?
Mm-hmm.
Not if the system is operable.
One man's dream.
- I'm steppin' on it! - Well, then push somethin'.
Don't worry about him. He'll turn up. A lot of cars to see.
I guess I thought I could just go on not caring.
Michael, why are you doing this? You were hired to protect Charles.
You're about as much fun as a divorce. Which is not a bad idea.
[Banging, Thumping]
Okay.
I would have preferred you to have let me open the door first.
- And what happens next? - All the cars get demolished.
Don't let him move so much as an inch, and you've got yourself 10,000 in cash, boy.
* With a billion stars all around *
You're welcome. It's so good to be communicating again.
*I'm gonna swallow my tears *
You want the truth? In front of him?
Look, I'd... I'd forget trying to get to her off duty.
- What's this mean? I don't understand. - The sheriff fingerprinted Knight when he was arrested.
Yeah. Yeah, well, l... I can understand that.
- I beg your pardon? - I'm Michael Knight.
I'm gonna put this thing to the test.
If you're going through with this, may I suggest you permit me to activate the turbo boost?
Well, I leave that entirely in your hands.
Your options are still open.
[Yells] I can't lose tonight!
Mr. Knight, this is foolhardy.
Well, you're a very generous man.
Luce, please. You're embarrassing me.
I can't believe this.
That's not very grateful.
- Tanto gusto. - Luce takes care of my son.
Those other drivers... the ones that tried to beat me up...
Who you calling, love? Oh, just our people in Security.
Lonnie, get out of the room fast.
That car's incredible, Tanya.
No. But it thinks.
I didn't say pull over. Hey, don'tjive me, Browne.
Yeah, but it's also for people who can afford it.
It's a new black Trans-Am with a California license, lettering "KNIGHT."
* Open your eyes and look at the day *
Oh.
It is the fastest, safest, strongest car in the world.
is hardly what I would call playing by the rules.
And that means the only one who got to the finish line...
All right, Buddy. You ready? Ready.
Just be on your way. We're sorry we bothered ya.
That's what really happens.
Golly! This car even talks.
It draws the death penalty.
*Pumped a lot of'tane in New Orleans *
*Fire away *
[Michael] Now how do I get up there?
Who are you, dude? [KITT] That's irrelevant.
I might also suggest you display a slight kink in your neck...
Who's he talkin' to? Nobody. This boy's a hard-core alkie.
Looks like we made a small mistake.
Muntzy.!
Well, it was showing off for you.
* Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis *
I blocked the road and cut him off.
How can he be asleep and drive like that?
Yes, sir. You see, I'm the only independent driver in this race, but it's still an honor.
I've got him. Dead in my sight. Right out here next to his car.
Do you read me? I said head-on.
or to maneuver around the obstacle.
but in actuality, this vehicle is probably the most expensive car in the world.
I'd be glad to.
Unless, of course, you'd prefer to walk around with a face that might get you killed all over again?
Never mind. What's that mean coming from a primitive anyway?