Seems to me you're short a driver for a while.
Think you can replace my Dad?
I got a real smart car.
How much longer are you going to insist on reveling in chaos and destruction?
It's a tough world out there, Devon.
I don't know who he is or what he wants. You see he has a nice, fatal accident.
Michael, we're not at speed for this maneuver. Michael.
[Man] 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.
[KITT] Michael, do you know why Mr. Miles has sent for us?
No, I don't know, but since we don't have an extensive social relationship,
it's probably to brief me on another mission.
Brief you?
Oh, sorry. I meant us. Thank you.
You know, for a collection of microprocessors, you're awfully touchy.
Wrong. It's just that my circuits function better when we operate in a reality mode.
- KITT. - Yes, Michael?
Just keep driving.
Good. This sucker will make my quota.
[Siren]
[Siren Continues]
You sure you're doing only 55?
Of course I am. Look at the readout yourself.
Yeah, well, then why is that cop chasing us?
I wouldn't know. After all, I'm a computer, not a psychic.
However, I would strongly suspect the officer behind us...
may be trying to meet his daily ticket quota in a somewhat irregular manner.
Well, one thing's for sure. Bum rap or not, I'm not taking any citation for your driving.
I see. Well, listening to you explain that to the police officer should be quite fascinating.
It's only five miles to the county line. Let's hit the turbo.
Very good thinking, Michael.
Whence croquet sprang to benefit the Earth,
what happy garden gave this pastime birth?
[Snaps Fingers] Devon, don't let anyone tell you differently:
You are a little strange.
This is a game of gentlemen, of serenity,
of Charles II and Samuel Pepys.
Know them?
Only by reputation, and from what I understand,
they spent most of their spare time in bed.
Oh, trust you to take the poetry out of poetry.
Now, to business. Yes.
Twelve years ago, a fellow named Sammy Phillips bought a racetrack.
Yeah. It's called "Slammin' Sammy's Super Stunt Show Spectacular."
- Uh, don't ask me to say that again. - I wouldn't dream of it.
Devon, I've seen the guy perform. He is incredible.
Unfortunately, Sammy's show may be closing shortly.
Why? For some months now, the Foundation's computers...
have been tracing the movements of a fellow named Lawrence Blake.
One of Blake's favorite tricks is to pick up second mortgages on marginal businesses.
What's wrong with that? Nothing on the face of it.
The interesting thing is that once the mortgage has been acquired,
the business in question suffers an unexpected misfortune and folds.
- And Blake picks up the property for a song. - Exactly.
And something tells me Blake just picked up Sammy's second mortgage, right?
Oh. Very perceptive today, Michael.
And you figure that maybe I can stop him...
before he does something nasty to Sammy or his stunt show.
Exactly. Or better still, catch him in the act.
Blake is long overdue to be put away for a bit.
- It'll be a pleasure. - Oh, any thoughts?
No, but I'll think of something.
Michael, don't forget to clear it first.
Now, don't go getting any anxiety attacks here, Devon.
- Trust me, will ya? - Do I have a choice?
Do I ever have a choice? [Telephone Ringing]
Hello. Oh, yes. I certainly will.
Bonnie's ready for you. Ohhh. I only wish that meant what it sounded like.
Always was a kid's game to me.
[Birds Chirping]
Hey, Dad. Listen. I just worked out a really great stunt.
I'm on my motorcycle, see, and I do a headstand...
Mark, I have enough problems here without you splattering yourself all over the track.
But I've been practicing, Dad. L... I can do things on my bike as good as anybody.
I said, "No."
You're never gonna give me a chance, are you?
I didn't say that. When you're ready. But I am ready, Dad.
I got my routine down pat.
Mark, your technique is fine. You're just too eager, that's all.
And in this line of work, enthusiasm can get you killed.
A little more maturity is all you need.
Now, just be patient, okay?
Now, go on. Gas up my car before the show.
Oh, big deal! Hi, Mark.
Let me guess. He wants to perform on his motorcycle.
Kids. He is getting real good, Dad.
Look. Like I told him, not now, okay?
- Well, what's with you? - Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
We're just barely breaking even here.
I got 500 condemned seats out there...
that I can't use until the stands are fixed.
I got no money to pay for it. So the last thing I feel like talking about is Mark,
who wants to be a star even if he kills himself doing it!
Ugghhh.
I'm sorry, Lisa. I guess I'm just a crotchety old man who should be put out to pasture.
Tsk. Knowing you, you'd probably try to work up a stunt show with the cows.
Nah. They're too slow.
Lisa. You promised we'd rehearse the new routine today.
Not now, Mario.
Afraid to be alone with me, huh?
Mario, you've really gotta stop watching soap operas.
Go find one of your groupies. I'll catch you later.
[KITT] Yes, Bonnie. That should be a perfect calibration.
Then that's it, KITT.
You should be functioning flawlessly...
at least until that nut starts abusing you.
Thanks a lot.
Speak of the devil. I've made a few additions to KITT.
Oh, yeah? Like what?
KITT is now equipped to oxygenate the interior upon command.
Oh, that should be great for the morning after. [Chuckles]
Funny.
I've also increased the booster power by about 25%,
so keep that in mind when you switch to alternate power.
I will. I will.
You know something, Bonnie? What?
L-I'd like...
I'm really glad you told me about those new additions to KITT.
Well, you might need them if you get caught between a rock and a hard place.
Yeah. I know what that's like.
What?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing there. It's nothing. I'll see you later. Nothing.
[Engine Starts]
**[Loudspeakers: Rockabilly]
[Car Engines Rewing In Distance]
[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time for the grand finale...
of Slammin'Sammy's Super Stunt Show Spectacular.
The most death-defying, logic-defying, gravity-defying group of daredevil drivers...
this side of the Mississippi.
**[Fanfare]
One, two, three.
**[Fanfare]
[Cheering]
[Tires Screeching]
Two, three, four, five, six.
**[Fanfare] [Cheering, Whistling]
Now, I know you folks have seen this sorta stuff before,
and maybe even a bit more spectacular,
but Slammin' Sammy is now about to show you something you've never seen before...
and probably will never see again.
**[Drumroll]
[Announcer] Sammy's going to repeat the very same stunt you just saw,
only this time he will try to do it driving blind.
[Murmuring]
[Announcer] To ensure your complete confidence in this performance,
we've asked the Reverend HenryJackson to inspect the hood...
and secure it on Sammy's helmet.
Actually, ladies and gentlemen,
the reverend is here to serve a dual role.
If anything should go wrong during this stunt,
well, it's always handy to have a reverend available.
Just a little joke, folks.
- [Murmuring] - [Car Rewing]
[Tires Squealing]
- One, two, three, four... - [Engine Sputtering]
Come on, come on. Get up! Get up!
[Onlookers Gasping]
Go!
[Fire Extinguishers Hissing]
Dad. My leg. Leg.
[Groans]
[Siren]
Whoa! That's terrific. Thanks.
How's your father doing? Oh, he'll be okay... just won't be driving for a while.
Who are you, anyway? Just a guy looking for a job.
Boy, is your timing incredible, Mr... Knight. Michael Knight.
Lisa Phillips. Got no jobs, Mr. Knight.
I don't know. Seems to me you're short a driver for a while.
Think you can replace my dad? That's a laugh.
You haven't seen me drive yet.
Look, we can't spare a car for you to wreck up, Mr. Knight.
That's okay. I use my own.
Unless you're afraid I'll wreck your track here.
Okay. Go ahead and show me what you think you can do.
- You got it. Thanks. - Hmm.
So who is that? Some nut wants to be a stunt driver.
Instead of letting me fill in?
[Sighs] What'd you tell him?
Said we'd look. Why?
Why not?
How did it go, Michael? Jury's still out, KITT.
[Engine Starts] We're about to audition.
Meaning? Meaning we gotta prove we can perform stunts.
You must be joking. I can easily outperform those primitive stock machines...
the refer to as "stunt cars."
My data indicates that if you wish,
we could perform a 360-, 540-, or even a 720-degree turn.
- So? - There's also a multitude of more advanced evolutions we could perform.
KITT, you're forgetting one very important element.
We're not supposed to be that good.
Oh. Now ya got it.
[Tires Squealing]
How'd I do? Not bad for an amateur.
Well, when my life's on the line, I learn real fast.
- You think you can teach me? - Yeah. Maybe you'll get us both killed.
- Maybe I won't. - Maybe we'll give it a shot.
- That a firm maybe? - Maybe.
You know, there sure are a lot of maybes in this business, aren't there?
- Listen. You hang in here for a minute and I'll check it out with my dad, okay? - Okay.
- Hey. You weren't too bad out there. - Thanks.
Michael Knight. Mark Phillips.
Uh, Phillips? Oh. Yeah. Lisa's my sister. Sammy's my dad.
You know, if you join up with us, could be real tough, you learning them routines.
That's okay. I got a real smart car.
[Huffs] Well... Well, I guess.
- You wanna see my act? - Sure, man. Shake it down.
All right.
[Engine Starts]
[Engine Rewing]
Whoo!
[Engine Stops] Ahhh.
Hey. That was terrific. Hey. Thanks.
When's Sammy gonna put you in the show? I don't know.
Better be soon. Don't worry, man. It'll come.
Yeah, well, it's taking long enough.
Mark. Yeah, Dad?
Thought I told you to change the tires on Mario's car. I was just getting to it.
Don't give me that. I just saw you hotdogging around the track. Yeah? What do you think?
I think you better get it in gear and do what I tell you and don't let it happen again.
Now, do you understand?
You know, your son, he's really terrific.
Yeah, I know. He's got a lot of talent.
Why are you so rough on him?
Just trying to teach him some discipline and responsibility, 'cause I don't want him getting hurt.
Stunt cars are bad enough, but motorcycles are the pits.
Yeah. Well, I wonder if he sees it that way.
Well, if he doesn't now, he will.
It's the way I was taught, and if it was good enough for...
Who are you, anyway?
Oh, I'm Michael Knight. I'm your new driver.
- Who says? - Well, I did, sort of.
I've been looking for... Look. Whose show is this, anyway?
Yours, Dad. Well, then how come you're hiring me a driver?
Three reasons. One, we need a temporary replacement for you.
Two, he's not bad for an amateur. And three, hey, no one else is applying for the job.
All right, all right.
- So you wanna drive for me, huh? - Yes, sir. That's the idea.
All right. Then show me something... something interesting.
All right. What would you like to see?
- Oh, uh, how about a little skiing? - What's "skiing"?
[Sighs] "What's skiing?"
See what I mean?
That's, uh, driving on two wheels.
Two wheels. Which ones, right or left?
[Sighs] Oh. Your choice.
Or better still, why not try it both ways?
Both ways. [Snaps Fingers] Gotcha.
[Sighs] Hey, Dad. That's not really fair.
Probably nobody can do it both ways.
Aw, let him find it out for himself...
the hard way.
Ahhh. I guess this time we better pull out a few stops.
Sammy's not gonna be an easy audience. I'm yours to command, Michael.
Anything you can think of, I'm sure I can perform.
You know, I sure do admire your modesty.
Modesty is a state of mind, Michael. I only deal in facts.
[Engine Revving]
[KITT] Is this impressive enough? Let's hope so.
[Laughs] What'd I tell you?
There, Dad. Did you ever see anyone do that both ways before?
Like that? Not bad. Not too bad.
Oh, don't let him kid you. You were great, just great. Thanks.
Well, Sammy? Let's you and me go up to the office...
and talk about how much I'm going to underpay you.
All right.
[Man] Nicejob, Gordon.
We'll get that place by the end of the month. It's $5 million, cool profit.
Thank you, sir.
With Sammy out of action, we oughta be able to take him over in about three more weeks.
I sure hope so, Mr. Blake.
Well, you sound like there might be a problem.
Well, last week the show was just hanging on.
Then after Sammy's accident, the audience dried up just as we expected it would, sir.
But... I don't need the details, Gordon.
Just give me the broad strokes.
Sammy's got himself a new driver, sir.
Doesn't matter. Sammy's the show. Without him, they're dead.
What if the new guy's good?
I expect you to handle it, Gordon.
If you don't, I'll find someone who will.
Do you understand? Yes. Of course, Mr. Blake.
Good. Now get going.
By the side door, if you don't mind.
Yes, sir.
[Creaking] [Grunts]
Hey.
Hey!
[Ratcheting Noises]
- Aaah. - If I were you, buddy,
I'd get out of there before you get yourself trapped.
Who said that?
Really. Some people are simply too much.
[Michael] Now, that they've tried to sabotage you,
you know we must've stirred something up.
Michael, I must confess I have a difficult time...
computing the logic of this sport, as you insist on calling it.
- Why? - On a mathematical basis,
these so-called "stunts" do present a slight challenge,
but it seems a somewhat pointless and rather dangerous activity.
- KITT, that's not the point. - Then what is the point?
People pay money to see the stunts.
Without money, Sammy's show is going down the drain.
I see. Well, Michael, if our object is to save this enterprise,
we'd best come up with something quite exceptional.
- That seems logical. - What else would it be?
Now that we've got that settled, what would you suggest we do?
How would I know? You're talking show business,
and that's completely outside the scope of any known system of logic.
- You know, what, KITT? - What, Michael?
Sometimes you're no help at all.
You sure do understand your capabilities.
Of course I do. But you are the best judge of what will turn people on, as they say.
I'm afraid this time the ball is in your court, as they also say.
Whoa! Yeah! [Laughing]
[Tires Screeching] Hi, kid. Hi, Sammy.
I'm telling you, we're gonna have a good show this week.
Yeah. [Sighs]
You know, I've been watching you, Michael,
You're good, real good.
Thanks, Sammy.
What we really need, though, is a showstopper.
Yeah. I've been thinking about that. How would you feel about me doing the finale?
My stunt? Ohhh. No way you can do that blind.
Maybe in a year or two, but...
Well, do I have to do it blind?
Kid, I'll level with you. Without the blind finish, the act is nowhere.
As a matter of fact, the whole show isn't really all that much... not these days.
No, the blind bit's the only thing keeping us in business...
and that just barely.
What do you think about a jump over a car and a truck?
Humph. Big deal.
I jump four trucks just for a buildup.
Yeah, but not while they're moving in the same direction.
Ohhh, no, no, no.
No, forget that. That's impossible. I know I can do it.
Oh, the ramp is simple enough, but you couldn't build up enough speed. How about letting me try?
All you'll end up doing is wrecking a car and maybe yourself. I'll use my car.
[Sighs] All right.
If you're that determined, give it a try at practice tomorrow. What about the finale this afternoon?
You said you needed a showstopper, didn't you? Well, yeah, but l...
[Sighs]
[Exhales Deeply]
Okay, kid, but it's your neck. Okay! Okay, thanks!
**[Loudspeakers: Rockabilly]
Ahhh. There you go, KITT.
You're starting to look pretty nifty there, buddy.
Really, Michael. Is all this garishness really necessary?
Of course it is. We're in show business now.
You're gonna be a star. It'll be more appropriate.
Really? But still, I fail to understand how these stars enhance my functional capabilities.
- That's not the point. - Then exactly what is the point?
I don't think I can explain it so you'd understand.
Very weak reasoning.
All right. Look. Either you get the stars,
or get painted red, white and blue like all the other cars.
- Now which is it? - Keep pasting, Michael. Please keep pasting.
Ladies and gentlemen, one of our drivers will now try...
a jump over two moving vehicles.
A stunt that has been attempted dozens of times...
by various driving legends,
and they've all been unsuccessful.
We are about to see stunt driving history...
or witness one hell of a wreck.!
All we can say is good luck to Mike.!
- Sure we can do this, huh? - The chances of successful completion are somewhat less that optimum.
What? Why didn't you tell me that before?
Would it have made any difference? Well, l...
After all, you're the expert on showstoppers, as I think you call them.
All I have to do is all the work, take the punishment,
the abuse of my circuitry, the...
Not now, KITT. Not now.
[Cheering, Whistling]
[Cheering Continues] Thank you! Thank you!
**[Fanfare]
That's some kind of driving, kid. I couldn't have done better myself. Thanks, Sammy.
Gimme a couple of days for a little publicity, we'll really pack 'em in.
You got it.
You really turned this whole show around, Michael.
You know, for a guy who never drove professionally before, you're incredible.
That was a business kiss, not a social one.
That was a social one.
Hey. How ya doing?
Name's Bill Gordon, and that was some fantastic stunt you just pulled off. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
You know, a guy like you could go a long way in this business.
Think so, huh? Oh, yeah.
How would you like to be making, say, 50 times what you're making right now?
Keep talking. I represent a large corporation,
and I think a man with your ability definitely has a place in our company.
Well, maybe we got something to talk about after all.
Fine. Fine. Well, let's you and me take a walk... No, no. Not you and me.
Me and the guy you work for.
[Sighs] I don't know about that. Yeah? Well, I do.
If I'm as valuable an asset as you say I am, I don't deal below top dog.
So you touch home base with that and, uh, let me know.
[Devon] Yes. I understand completely, Mr. Prime Minister,
and of course, you're quite right.
Uh, as Henry Kissinger once said,
"Even paranoids have real enemies."
No, he wasn't making a joke.
He was being funny, but there is a difference.
Uh, yes. All right. I'm sure that by the time the meeting convenes next month,
the whole thing will have been worked out.
Uh, yes. See you. See you very soon.
Good-bye.
Sorry about that. He's the most insecure man I've ever met.
How he managed to get himself elected in the first place...
is one of those insoluble political mysteries.
Well, back to, uh, the business at hand.
You were saying?
I think they've finally taken the bait.
Oh? And what leads you to that assumption?
I was approached with an offer I'm not supposed to be able to refuse.
And, of course, you didn't.
No, I did. Why?
Well, I'm holding out for a one-on-one with the top dog, Mr. Blake himself.
And precisely what is he supposed to do, confess all?
Well, that depends on exactly how badly he wants to buy me off.
- Well, let's hope you're right. - Meaning?
Meaning that if he's that worried about you,
there are cheaper and easier ways to solve his problem.
Like... terminating with extreme prejudice.
Yes. That's exactly what I mean.
Yeah.
[Blake] Yes, that's exactly what I mean.
Waste him. You sure you want to go that far?
You offered him money, right? Yeah.
Any two-bit stunt driver would have grabbed at it.
But not him. He wants a face-to-face with me. Why?
I don't know, Mr. Blake.
And I don't care.
I don't know who he is or what he wants, but nobody, and I mean nobody, gets to me direct.
That's what I pay you for... to run interference.
Now, he doesn't wanna play ball with you, that's fine.
He doesn't get to play ball at all. You take care of him.
Quietly.
No, not quietly. Noisy. Big and noisy.
So you see he has an accident, a nice fatal accident...
a really for real showstopper, if you get my point.
[Laughing]
[Lisa] Hey.! Whoo.
I tell you, this stunt driving stuff is real thirsty work.
Ah, it's all that dust, kid.
I've been eating it for damn near 40 years now,
and that's a long time to be living on burned rubber and carbon monoxide.
Yeah? I always thought this was a young man's game.
Oh, what do you mean "young man's game?" [Chuckles]
That's only 'cause being crazy and cautious at the same time is a very rare combination.
Like the pilots used to say. "There's old pilots and there's bold pilots,
but there's damn few old, bold pilots."
[Chuckles] Dad, why don't you just pack it in?
Do what, sit around, wait to die? This is the only life I know, the only life I want.
Yeah, but, Sammy, if you sold out... I mean, after all, this place has gotta be worth a chunk of money.
Yeah. It almost all belongs to the bank too.
Do I look crazy or something?
You think if I wasn't up to my eyeballs in hock I wouldn't do something about this place...
like fixing up that whole section over there?
- Yeah. I see what you mean. - Now, that's the whole problem, Dad.
Even when things are going great, we're still just barely getting by.
Now, listen. All I have in this world, all I have to leave you and Mark is this place!
And maybe you two can do better with it than I have,
but it's gonna be here for you to try, okay?
Okay. Besides,
another couple of weeks, the way Michael's act is drawing, I'll be home free.
Yeah. I don't know why a driver as good as you are...
is willing to settle for a little two-bit operation like ours,
but believe me, Lisa, Mark and me...
really, really appreciate what you've been doing for us.
That's okay. Let's just say it was my pleasure to help.
Wait a minute. You figure you owe me one, right? Right. Name your price.
Let Mark perform tomorrow.
[Giggles]
[Laughing]
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Let's get back to work, huh? Sure.
But that still don't tell me why.
Only half the money is here.
I asked you to rig up a couple of accidents that would close that show down.
Hell, Sammy's doing better business now than before I hired you.
So what do you want me to do? Take care of Knight.
If Knight goes, the show goes. If the show goes, you get your money...
plus a five grand bonus.
Well, it ain't gonna be easy.
I already tried to fix his car.
What happened? Don't ask.
- Try again. - I'll see what I can do.
You better, 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna be there to pack you up.
- With what? - With a big bang...
under the stands.
- I don't want any part of it. - Just do your job and nothing will happen.
The show can't go on without Knight.
It's up to you. By the way,
if you're thinking about backing out of this,
don't...
otherwise, you might find some nasty, unexpected surprise in your gas tank.
[Engine Starts]
Mark. Yeah, Dad.
Get your act together. You're in today's show.
- Right! Thanks! - Hey!
Oh! Did I hurt you? No.
You all right? Yeah.
What made you change your mind? Well, let's just say I got a little persuasion.
Well, thanks a lot, Dad. I won't let you down. I know.
Okay. Mark!
Yeah, Dad? Wear my helmet...
At least till we get you a show helmet of your own.
Good luck, kid.
[Engine Revving]
Yeah! Show them how to do it, kid! Knock 'em dead, Mark!
[Applause]
- [Applause] - Yeah.!
Whoo.! Whoo.! Yeah.!
- [Cheering] - **[Fanfare]
You know, Mike, with this new stunt you're performing,
I realize that you're actually saving the show for us,
and I just want you to know that I apologize for being so hostile towards you.
Forget it, Mario. We're all under a little pressure.
Here's to a good show.
Hey! What is this, teatime?
Come on, Michael. You're on next. Start getting ready.
Okay. Thanks, Mario.
[Applause, Cheering]
[Cheering] **[Fanfare]
Yeah. [Laughing]
[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, now we have the main event.
You were great! An impossible stunt performed successfully only one time...
in the history of mankind.
The man who did it once...
will press his luck and try to repeat it.
Daredevil driver Michael Knight...
and his faithful car nicknamed... KATT.!
- ** [Fanfare] - [Whistling]
Did you hear that announcer? He called me "KATT."
That's a four- legged feline.
So go complain to your agent, huh?
[Huffs]
Michael, we're not at speed for this maneuver.
[Tires Screeching] Michael, do you understand.?
His timing is off. His timing is off. He's not gonna make it.
Michael, please hit the automatic pilot.
- [Turbo Booster Fires] - Showtime!
[Cheering]
KITT, oxygen.
[Beeps] [Hissing]
[Breathing Deeply]
It's gotta be Mario. That's it. Let's go get him.!
[Announcer] Hey.! Looks like there's something more in the show, folks.
All right, KITT. Put me next to him, huh?
[Breathing Heavily]
You rigged Sammy's car, didn't you? Yeah.
Attempted murder. That's a long time in jail, man. Listen, it wasn't all me.
Who you working for? Bill Gordon.
He said he's gonna plant a bomb. Where?
The transformer. It's under the stands near Section E.
[Tires Squealing]
[Ticking]
[Car Engine Rewing In The Distance]
- Stop! - Where's the bomb?
It wasn't my idea! It was Blake's!
Where's the bomb?
It's over there! It's gonna go off any second!
Thank you.
KITT, you okay? KITT!
We'll discuss that at a more appropriate time.
All right.
- Who the hell are you? - You know damn well who I am.
What I want's money, lots of it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Let's not dance around all day, okay?
I told Gordon I wanted to talk to you one-on-one...
and instead you had him try and snuff me out.
Very, very hostile, Mr. Blake.
But as you noticed, it didn't work.
So now I'm here. We talk. The price? Maybe triple. You get my point?
Assuming I knew what you were talking about.
What I'm talking about is I got to Gordon and Mario,
and they unburdened their somewhat grimy souls to me.
- Does anybody else know about this? - Nobody. Not yet.
Nobody's gonna know if we make a deal.
Either we deal, or I take Gordon to the cops.
What'll it take to make you happy, Knight?
Money. How much depends on what you want.
You know what I want.
Well, tell me again, just so we're reading the same book.
I want that show closed down for keeps.
I want that property and I want it fast.
No restrictions on the methods?
None. Just get it done... whatever it takes.
You mean like that so-called "accident" to Sammy or my "accident"?
Right.
[Sighs] All right. What exactly do you want, Knight?
I got what I want, Mr. Blake. You got what you want, KITT? Every word, loud and clear, Michael.
- What is that? - Well, it's your confession.
You see, in this day, you can't convict on the uncorroborated testimony of an accomplice, like Gordon,
so we got you on tape.
How much longer are you going to insist on reveling in chaos and destruction?
It's a tough world out there, Devon.
Hi, Bonnie. How's it going?
Humph. Well, the muffler is shot.
But, um, other than that, the damage is minor.
Oh, good. Feel better, Devon?
Hey. What are you doing? Removing these disgusting decals you've defaced KITT with.
Just leave them where they are. I don't quite understand, Michael.
You've nailed Blake. You've put his whole operation out of business. The mission is over.
- For you and the Foundation it is, but not for me and KITT. - I don't quite follow you, Michael.
Whether Blake is in jail or not, Sammy, Mark and Lisa can't make it without a showstopper.
Until Sammy can drive again, KITT and I are gonna have to pinch-hit for him.
And how much longer is that going to take?
Maybe three weeks. Three weeks!
That's right.
Well, we look forward to seeing you in three weeks then.
Maybe not.
Why don't you and, uh, Bonbon, drop by and catch our act?
Huh.
Ahhh. Michael, what do you think of a stunt...
where I could somersault end-over-end?
It's never been done before.
Or better still, how about a flaming chariot?
We could set my wheels on fire and do a jump. At night it could be quite spectacular, don't you think?
Can't do anything about me. I think you better consider reprogramming him...
after thejob.
How about a double-barrel roll...
or a barrel roll with a somersault combined?
My data confirms that a 100-mile-per-hour approach...
to a 48-degree angle...
[Wilton] One man can make a difference, Michael.
[Man] Michael Knight, a lone crusader in a dangerous world,
the world of the Knight Rider.