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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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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. I... 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.

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.

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?

I-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.

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.

One, two, three.

Two, three, four, five, six.

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.

Sammy's going to repeat
the very same stunt you just saw,

only this time
he will try to do it driving blind.

To ensure your complete confidence
in this performance,

we've asked the Reverend Henry Jackson
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.

One, two, three, four...

Come on, come on.
Get up! Get up!

Go!

Dad.
My leg. Leg.

My leg. Leg.

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?

What'd you tell him?

Said we'd look.
Why?

Why not?

How did it go, Michael?
Jury's still out, KITT.

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.

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.

Well... Well, I guess.

- You wanna see my act?
- Sure, man. Shake it down.

All right.

Whoo!

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"?

"What's skiing?"

See what I mean?

That's, uh,
driving on two wheels.

Two wheels.
Which ones, right or left?

Oh. Your choice.

Or better still,
why not try it both ways?

Both ways.
Gotcha.

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.

Is this impressive enough?
Let's hope so.

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.

Nice job, 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.

Hey.

Hey!

- 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.

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!

Hi, kid.
Hi, Sammy.

I'm telling you, we're gonna
have a good show this week.

Yeah.

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.

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 I...

Okay, kid, but it's your
neck. Okay! Okay, thanks!

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, I...

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.

Thank you! Thank you!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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."

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.

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.

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.

Yeah! Show them how to do it, kid!
Knock 'em dead, Mark!

Yeah!

Whoo! Whoo! Yeah!

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.

Yeah.

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!

Did you hear that announcer?
He called me "KATT."

That's a four- legged feline.

So go complain to your agent, huh?

Michael, we're not at speed
for this maneuver.

Michael, do you understand?

His timing is off. His timing
is off. He's not gonna make it.

Michael,
please hit the automatic pilot.

Showtime!

KITT, oxygen.

It's gotta be Mario.
That's it. Let's go get him!

Hey! Looks like there's
something more in the show, folks.

All right, KITT.
Put me next to him, huh?

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?

Where? The transformer. It's
under the stands near Section E.

- 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.

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 the job.

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...

One man can make a difference, Michael.

Michael Knight,
a lone crusader in a dangerous world,

the world of the Knight Rider.