All language subtitles for Knight Rider 1x17

Knight Rider, a shadowy flight
into the dangerous world of a man...

who does not exist.

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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.

I don't know, KITT.
Maybe he slipped out the back.

I'm picking up a man
who fits his description...

coming out... now.

Stand by, KITT. I may need
you. Of course, Michael.

Get him around back.
Pick me up real quick.

Here I am, Michael.
Hop in.

Let's go get him!

- He is a slippery one, isn't he, Michael?
- That's the word, KITT.

I still don't believe it!

Money! Money!
He's throwing away money!

Move!

I gotta get through!
It's counterfeit!

Anyway, for the first time,
I had him cold.

He goes in to make his contact,
he comes out with a briefcase...

briefcase full of money.

Then he slips out to the back side of the
hotel. I follow him. He opens the briefcase...

- How do I look?
Fine.

- Where's the matching handkerchief?
- Oh. There we are.

Oh. KITT's rotors are overheating.

I'll increase the gap
five degrees and retime.

Am I interrupting something
here or what?

Relax, Michael. We'll manage
to capture your counterfeiter.

- Good. When?
- We'll get together immediately after my speech.

My speech. Bonnie, I seem to
have misplaced my note cards.

Your left pocket.
Oh.

What is so important
about this speech?

The Foundation is presenting an award
to the town of Alpine Crest...

for the lowest
per capita crime rate in the state.

Although it may seem
unlikely to you, Michael,

it is barely conceivable that you may
find parts of my speech... interesting.

After all, at the very worst, you
could use an hour or two of relaxation.

Yeah, b...

Can I buy you a drink?

Uh, normally I don't accept
offers like that from strangers,

but since it's lemonade,
I'll make an exception.

Got it. Hi.
Hi.

I'm Michael Knight.
Jobina Bruce.

Nice little town
you've got around here.

Yeah. Is this your first visit
to Alpine Crest?

Actually, I'm just passin' through.

I didn't think
places like this existed anymore.

Neither did I. I came here a couple months
ago to help my aunt, and I was shocked.

Hasn't changed in 12 years.

What do you do?

Um, I help run the local newspaper.

I'd call myself a reporter, but actually,
there's not too much to report.

This is Mr. Miles.
Thank you, sir.

Sit down.
Well, what a turnout.

You know, it's civic pride like this...

that's made Alpine Crest
what it is today.

Wouldn't you say so?

Now, before we get to
our honored guest,

I would like to turn the microphone over
to one of my favorite people,

and I'm sure one of yours,

Martha Haberstraw.

Uh, thank you, Sheriff,

and Mr. Barnswell,

and thanks all of you folks
for your support and for your enthusiasm.

It is my pleasure to introduce
a distinguished gentleman...

who has come here
to confer an honor upon all of us.

Uh, Devon Miles,

from the Foundation
for Law and Government.

Uh, Mr. Miles.

Thank you, Mrs. Haberstraw.

Sheriff, Mr. Barnswell, members of
the town council, ladies and gentlemen,

the Foundation,
of which I am the director,

annually presents an award...

to the community
with the lowest per capita crime rate.

- This year it is my honor
to bestow that award...

What do you think you're doing?
Trying to catch up to an old friend.

I advise you to catch up
with your friend someplace else,

or else I'm gonna have to
take you in for disturbing the peace.

Yeah, right.
Thanks for the advice.

I'll say this for you, Michael.

You have an uncanny facility
for making me forget my lines.

If it hadn't been for my notes, I would have been
hopelessly lost. Devon, it wasn't intentional.

Not to mention, if those people had known
that you were employed by the Foundation,

they would have thrown me off the dais.

Devon, I'm sorry
I spoiled your presentation,

but I had a very good reason.

And what, may I ask, was that?

- I saw Ron Austin there.
- The counterfeiter?

- In Alpine Crest? - The most
crime-free community in the state?

Crime-free or not, I saw him.

He may have been on his way
to Twin Falls or a bigger city,

but as long as he's here,
I'm gonna give it a shot.

With your permission, of course.

As you say, Michael,
give it a shot.

Not even a good-bye?
See you later?

Aloha?

Aloha.

Cheers.

Cheers!

KITT, I need a visual on Ron Austin.

Certainly, Michael.
I'll show you what I have available.

That's good. Freeze.

Picture perfect.
Can you give me a hard copy?

How's that for service?

Terrific.

Wait a minute.
Are you sure this is not counterfeit?

- I beg your pardon?
- Just a joke, pal.

That's the guy that caused
all the trouble. Uh-huh.

Excuse me, Sheriff.
Well, a familiar face.

Yeah. Sorry about that.

In fact, that's why I'm here.
I'm a freelance skip tracer.

I've been chasing this guy
across the tristate area.

You know him?

No, never saw him before.
What's he wanted for?

Well, he jumped bail
on an old warrant.

I saw him this morning
in the crowd at the award ceremony.

Oh, I find that pretty hard to believe.

A fella like that in Alpine Crest? Why?

I don't know.
I don't either.

Well, I'll keep an eye out for him,
pass the word on to my deputies,

but I wouldn't get any hopes up
if I were you.

Sorry.
Can't ask for more than that.

Mm-hmm.
Thanks for your time, huh?

Boy, I don't believe this place.
It's like it's frozen out of the '50s.

I keep expecting to see
Wally and the Beaver.

"Wally and the Beaver"?
That doesn't compute, Michael.

Are they a part
of the counterfeit operation?

No.

Just part of my past, KITT.

Michael, we've covered every block
in Alpine Crest 2.7 times.

I think it's reasonable
to assume Mr. Austin is,

as the saying goes, long gone.

I wish I could argue with you, pal,

but I think you're right.

Michael.

Hi, Jobina.
Uh, I'll be back.

Hi.
Hi.

Can I buy you a drink?

Yeah. How about a beer?

Good. Uh, Christy, bring the
man a beer, please. Thanks.

Well, this is a surprise.

Um, the way you took off all of a
sudden, I never expected to see you again.

Well, here I am. How's the
biggest story of 1983 coming?

Slow. Writing is hell.

"Writing is hell"?
I thought the expression is "War is hell."

Obviously said by someone
who never attempted to write.

So why'd you decide
to stay?

Well, it's too late to drive anywhere. I thought
I'd check in, get a room, take off tomorrow.

- What about you?
- It's not that simple for me.

I keep waiting for my good-bye story.

Good-bye story?
What's a good-bye story?

That is the story that will launch me
into big-city journalism.

- Aha.
- Aha.

You see, I'm a little impatient, and...

well, I don't want to spend 10 years as
a junior reporter on some big-city paper...

before I get a chance
to cover something other than,

well, the social events
or the food section.

Listen to me rattle on. You
probably want to get up to your room.

Well, I could use a shower.

Okay. Well, listen,

if you need anything,
please feel free to call me.

I'll be at the office,
slaving away.

Okay.

Good luck.
And, uh, thanks for the beer, huh?

My pleasure.

Well, guess what.

Knight just checked in to the hotel.

Terrific. What does this mean I'm
supposed to do now? Spend the night here?

Well, you got a safer place
in mind?

Of all the places, this guy had to decide to
spend the night in the sleeping bag of the West.

Wait a minute.
He'd have been gone this afternoon...

if you hadn't taken
your little stroll through the park.

Now, what is this? A hamburger?

I ordered a steak.
Oh, that's too bad.

I don't want to give you a hard time, but
you have to understand about my lifestyle.

You see, I go first-class.

I stay in the best hotels,
eat the best food.

I cannot operate at my peak if I'm
sleeping in cots, eating hamburgers...

and the TV... All I can get is this
crazy lady and her knitting class.

Why don't you people get
a cable TV hookup?

Austin, look,

I don't give a damn
about your lifestyle.

You just do your job,
and I'll do mine.

That's fair enough. I'd say your job right now is to
see that Knight leaves Alpine Crest as soon as possible.

He will.
Leave it to me.

In the meantime, I want you to
do your job tomorrow... and fast.

'Cause every minute you're in this town,
you disturb my lifestyle.

Perfect.

I'll wire a copy of this
off to Washington,

and in 24 hours I'll know everything
there is to know about Michael Knight.

And whatever breaks,
it's my exclusive, right?

That's our agreement, isn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, I meant to ask you something.

Why did you pick me
to work with you?

I believe I explained to you
how sensitive this case is.

If the C.I.A. is involved,
I know how sensitive it is,

but you never told me
exactly what the case was.

It involves
a terminated federal project...

and counterfeit money.

Counterfeit money?
Can you tell me anything else?

Who are you suspicious of?
Why are you so reluctant to be seen?

Look, I can't answer
those questions. Not yet.

Now, your participation
in this phase is finished.

Stay away from Knight.

You know, I wouldn't mind
doing a little extra research.

All for the good of my country,
of course.

There are two rules
in this business, young lady.

Rule number one is never become
involved with a potential adversary.

What's rule number two?

Never become involved
with a potential friend.

Tough rules.
Well, it's a tough business.

That's what keeps America great.

Morning, KITT.

Well, KITT, say good-bye
to Alpine Crest.

It's such a nice, decent little town.

That's what everybody says.

Bet your turbo ducts
will miss the fresh air, huh?

I'm specifically designed to perform
uniformly in any type of weather.

Thus, fresh air is neither an advantage,
nor a disadvantage.

In other words, neither rain,
nor snow, nor gloom of night...

will stay you from
your appointed rounds.

That was, as they say, rather poetic.

Did you make it up? Nope.
Read it in the post office...

underneath the mug shots.

I should have known.

Sheriff, this is Deputy Cole.
Knight's gone.

You're missing the climax here. The knitting
lady is slipping a thing around a mannequin.

Very sensuous stuff.

Get your gear ready.
He's gone?

- He's goin'.
- Well, it's about time.

Not that I don't appreciate
your hospitality.

Have you talked to Barnswell?

I don't talk to Barnswell unless
I have to. That is your department.

Considering the fat percentage you
pull down, what is your department?

Saving you from yourself...

and keeping Alpine Crest the kind
of town nobody looks at twice.

Now get your stuff.

Michael, what's our
destination? I don't know, KITT.

We're not giving up
on Ron Austin, are we?

No, we're not giving up.

We never give up.
You know that.

'Alpine Crest.
Home of the Hallelujah Press."

Hallelujah Press?

I wonder what that is.

It's the largest
Bible printers in the state.

You know, we've been stumped as to why
Ron Austin came to this little town.

What if it wasn't to... to distribute money,
but to pick it up?

I don't follow your logic.

I'm not sure that logic enters into it.

Except to make counterfeit money,

you need more than plates and paper.

You need a printing press, KITT.

- Are we hiding?
- No, KITT.

We're just keeping
a low profile for a while.

Oh, hello.
Hi.

Oh, can I help you?

Yes, you can. I just dropped by
to see Jobina for a couple minutes.

Oh, you're the young man
she told me about.

Michael Knight? That's right.
You're Martha Haberstraw, aren't you?

Do you have any idea...

how long it's been since a handsome
young man remembered my name?

Don't answer that.

Be patient with her.
She likes you.

I can always tell.

Oh, what are you saying about me?
Aunt Martha!

Oh, it... it is time to be moving on.

Remember what I said.
Bye-bye.

Take whatever she said
with a grain of salt.

I thought you left town.
Yeah, I did. But you know what?

I'm beginning to like this little town. As a matter of
fact, I'm thinking about staying and buying a small business.

I heard the Hallelujah Press
was for sale.

Well, Charles Barnswell bought it
from my aunt last year.

I can't imagine
where you heard it was for sale.

No kidding.
Who's Charles Barnswell?

A businessman. He, uh...
He's a retired government official.

What branch of government?
I don't know.

Why are you asking me all these
questions? What's going on? I wish I knew.

Besides this newspaper here
and the Hallelujah Press,

are there any other companies
in town that use printing presses?

No. No, not that I can think of.
Okay. Thanks.

Michael.

Michael, I'm a reporter. Listen, I have a
constitutional right to know what's going on.

You're absolutely right.

And when I find out, I promise you...
You'll be the second to know.

Tribune. Jobina Bruce speaking.

What?

I thought you told me to
discourage him.

Yeah, well, I just got the report back
from Washington.

There's no record of his prints,

no driver's license,
no social security number... nothing.

Well, then who is he?
That's a very good question.

I want you to try
and get close to him, okay?

Use your feminine wiles on him. Work
him over a little, love him up some.

He'll break.
They all do.

Mr. Larkin, there are limits
to what I consider my patriotic duty.

And another thing, why am I the
only one doing any work around here?

Well, look at it this way. Those Watergate
reporters had to spend months in a damp garage.

All things considered,
you got it pretty easy.

Thanks.

You got that, Devon?

Charles Barnswell,
retired federal employee.

Let me see what I can do.

By the way, are you still in Alpine
Crest? Are you enjoying yourself?

Well, let me put it this way.

It's a real nice place
if you're thinking of retirement.

Oh, don't mention that, my dear
fellow. Don't even think it.

- I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
- Okay. Give Bonnie a kiss for me, will you?

I will. Of course.

Michael, believe it or not,
there's Austin.

Hi. Listen, I'm sorry I was so rude
in there. I just had a lot on my mind.

Excuse me.

Michael, look out.

KITT, watch out for pedestrians.

Of course, Michael.

Don't worry, Michael.
We'll catch him.

Here we go.

Whoo! Yeah!

Attention all units, two vehicles are racing
out of control through town.

This is Car Three.
I got the lead vehicle in sight.

Hey, what's going on?
I'm pursuing a suspect.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

Hey, Sheriff.
Hmm?

What about that phone call, huh?
Local call?

No, it's not a local call. What is
this? I'm entitled to a phone call.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Look, you may not like what I did, but I
did it because I was pursuing a suspect.

Knight,

I don't know who or what you are,

but you are not a cop.

And in this town,
the cops will pursue the suspects.

Okay?

Sheriff, i-if you don't mind,
I'd like my watch back, please.

Sorry. Against regulations.

Look, you're in big trouble, man.

If I were you, I'd be less concerned
with regulations...

and more concerned with what's
going on in front of your face!

Mr. Knight, there are a lot of people
in this world I'll take advice from,

but they don't talk to me
from behind bars.

See?

Enjoy your meal.

That corn bread's homemade.

Well, I've never seen anything
like this car before.

I got an idea.

Nice car.

Good car.

It's a car, Hanks, not a dog.

Wait a minute.

I got a better idea.
Do it again.

It'll just move again.

Do it.

All right!

Where have you been?
Don't ask.

What do you mean, "Don't ask"? You were
supposed to be here at 1:00 this afternoon.

I'm having a little problem
with a joker in a hot Trans-Am.

He's been on my tail for two days. Every
time I think I've lost him, he shows up again.

It's okay now.
Moore's got him in jail.

It's about time he did something
to justify his percentage.

I gave him a hard enough time. Don't
you get on his case. He does his job.

Who'd ever think of Alpine Crest
as the counterfeit capital of the world?

Anyway, I've got some people to see.
Where's the money?

It's not ready yet. It was supposed
to be ready by 1:00 this afternoon.

You got problems,
I got problems.

There's a company man in town.

Company. You mean C.I.A.

I saw him this afternoon
when I went out for a sandwich.

His name's Larkin. I remembered
him from a couple of years ago.

He was a junior field operative at the
time. He's apparently been promoted.

- Good for him. Where's a glass?
- Don't you hear what I'm saying?

You think Larkin's here
for the clean air?

He knows something.
He's here on assignment.

You're not letting your imagination
run away with you again?

Don't be condescending
with me, Austin.

I'm the one
who's vulnerable here.

I'm the one who headed up the pilot
program to counterfeit money.

And when the company shut it down,

I'm the one who got the plates
before they were destroyed.

I created this operation.

Imagination? You wouldn't
know the meaning of the word.

I'll make it real clear for you.

I spent 25 years with the company,

and there's no way I'm gonna spend
the next 25 in prison.

Now, if Larkin stays, I go.

Either you find a way to detour him,

or I'll shut down the presses
and take the plates with me.

KITT?

KITT, are you there?

- Yes, Devon.
- Ah.

KITT, what's happening? I've been
trying to reach Michael for over an hour.

Michael is... indisposed.

Oh. That means he's either
with a young lady or he's in jail.

- No comment.
- I admire your loyalty, KITT.

Frankly, I'd just as soon not know...
Unless, of course, he's in real trouble.

I've got the information
on Charles Barnswell that he requested.

When you see him, tell him
that Barnswell worked for the C.I.A...

on several top-secret pilot projects...

before retiring last year.

- That's curious.
- Retiring?

No.

The last project he worked on involved a plan to
destabilize the economies of unfriendly countries.

Believe it or not,
it involved infiltrating...

counterfeit U.S. Dollars
into the monetary system.

Hmm. The counterfeit plates used
were of the highest possible quality.

Only recently it was discovered
that they were not destroyed after all.

At present,
their whereabouts is unknown.

Well, there you have it.

Keep an eye on Michael.

- I'll do my best, Devon.
- Right. That's the spirit.

As an American citizen, not to mention
a member of the press, I insist...

Wait a minute. That little fish wrapper you're
printing up, you're calling that the press?

Just as surely as you call those six high
school dropouts in uniform the police force.

Jobina, I've known
your Aunt Martha four years now...

ever since I took over as sheriff.

I like her, she likes me,
and that'll buy you a little flexibility.

But it won't buy you sensationalizing
Knight's arrest in the Tribune.

This town has a reputation to maintain,
and I'm the head maintenance man.

Got that?
Now don't forget it.

He's right in there.

Hi.

Hi.

Listen, I would have baked you a
cake with a hacksaw blade in it,

but I flunked
home economics.

That's okay. I flunked hacksaw.
Thanks for coming.

It's the least I could do.
You okay?

No.

What'd they do?
Violate your civil rights?

Did they beat you
with a rubber hose?

Wait, wait. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Just forget
about your good-bye story for a minute and listen to me.

Jobina, I'm not a skip tracer.

I'm not an investor
looking for a small business.

I work with Devon Miles,

the man your Aunt Martha invited
to speak at the award ceremony.

If you're with that Foundation,
why are you keeping it such a big secret?

Because something strange is going on around
here, and it's gettin' stranger by the minute.

Jobina, I came here in pursuit of
a counterfeit-money broker.

When I saw him at the award ceremony,
I thought he was passing through.

But I changed my mind.
I think he came here for a reason.

- You mean Ron Austin?
- You know Ron Austin?

The... The guy you chased in the park.

He's a Bible salesman.

At least that's what
Mr. Barnswell told us.

You've seen him before?

Yeah. He comes through here
once or twice a month.

He stops by the Hallelujah Press,
picks up some Bibles.

You know, for a guy in that profession,
he's a terrible flirt.

Barnswell!
Why didn't I think of that before?

Barnswell. He bought the Hallelujah Press
as a front for the counterfeit-money presses.

Michael, this is it.
This is my story.

Jobina, I'll make a deal with ya.

We need each other.
Now, we team up here,

I get the counterfeiters
and you get your good-bye story.

- Deal?
- What do I have to do?

I've never talked to a car before.

Actually, that's not true.

Yeah, I did talk to my Volkswagen.

The difference is
it never talked back.

Please, talk to me.

If you don't,
I'll never forgive myself.

Michael sent me.
He's in jail.

KITT, he needs your help.

Please, he told me
you'd know what to do.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Now that you mention it, yes.

- If you'd be so kind as to put me down.
- Down?

My dear, I'm a car, not a plane.

Oh. Yes, of course you are.

The release button is to your left.

So, tell me, what were you doing
up there in the first place?

Spinning my wheels.

- That was a joke.
- Oh.

As Michael would say, thanks, pal.

Oh. Sure.

Oh, of course, of course.
Anytime.

Uh, is there anything else
I can do for you?

Yes. Stand back.

- You rang, Michael?
- What the hell was that?

Hop in.

Michael, I must remind you... This sort of thing
is causing excessive wear and tear to my system.

When he didn't answer a second time, I
thought I'd check and see if he was okay.

This is it.

Hey, hey. Stand back.

Uh, his name's Larkin.

Is he dead?

Jobina.

Jobina!

My, aren't we in a foul mood.

Busy morning?

I want to see both those stories.

Knight's escape and the murder
before you go to press.

- I can't believe you said that.
- Well, you believe it. And you believe I can back it up too.

Sheriff, I don't know
where you think you are,

but you've got
your geography confused.

This is not Russia! It's not
some South American dictatorship.

We have freedom of the press here
and very tough laws to guarantee it.

A lot tougher than you are.

Give a girl a little college, she
thinks she knows how the world works.

You stay away from me.
No. That isn't my style.

Here's my style.

I've got a witness who can place you in the
immediate vicinity of the police garage...

just minutes before somebody took
that car and busted Knight out of jail.

Now, if you weren't with your Aunt
Martha playing bridge during that time,

I can arrest you right now...
As an accessory.

Now you think about that...

before you print your little stories.

Michael, we can't stay
hidden here forever.

- Punch me up a visual, will you, KITT?
- Right away, Michael.

As you can see, the patrol cars are
still in the immediate area.

Ah. Yoo-hoo.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Let me give you a hand
with this, huh? Oh.

Well, just put it on the chair there.
We'll take it inside in a while.

No luck?
No luck.

Aunt Martha, they're everywhere. I couldn't
get within a hundred yards of Hallelujah Press.

Good. Then maybe you'll have enough time
to come for a country breakfast with me.

I couldn't think of anything better...
Oh.

But I'm sorry, I don't have the time.

Aunt Martha,
I need your help.

Now, Aunt Martha, just sit back, relax,
and leave the driving to me.

Oh, KITT, this is fun.
I love it.

- I'm glad, Aunt Martha.
- Oh, my!

Patrol, we've spotted Knight
heading north on 3-7.

Repeat. Highway 37, heading north.
Move in to intercept.

That's a roger.

Oh, my Lord!

Here we go, Aunt Martha.

- Wow!
- Sheriff, I got him heading my way. I'll run him back to you.

Hang on, Aunt Martha.

Here we go.

Oh!

What you did
is the act of an insane man.

You said to detour Junior
Agent Larkin. Well, dig this.

One man's detour
is another's derailment.

So I derailed the sucker.

What are you, a child?

You don't walk around,

kill a C.I.A. Field agent...

and continue to walk around.

Whether you know it or not,
you're a dead man.

I don't do business with dead men.

You take one more step,
and you'll never do business again.

Okay, Austin. You want the
plates? You got the plates.

You're driving.

Hey. What are you doing
in her car?

I thought I told you
to let me handle this.

Well, they're not in
there. They left. Which way?

Here we are, Aunt Martha.
Safe and sound.

Oh, hot dog! What a car!

I gotta borrow it. Well,
whatever you say, good-lookin'.

What do you think you're doin'? You
want to argue or catch those guys?

Okay.

Bye-bye. Whoo!

I'm getting a reading
on the suspect vehicle.

He will enter the monitor
at south-southeast, color yellow.

All right. If we play this one right, we should
be able to run the whole table with one ball.

Let's go for it!

Hang on.

Sheriff, this is Deputy Cole.

The suspect's headed your way,
north on Highway 12.

I got him now.

There he is.

You said some guy in a black Trans-Am had been
following you. Look behind and tell me if that's him.

I don't believe it.

Give him a blast, KITT.
You there. Austin.

Pull over.

Are they okay?

Yeah. Just shaken up.

Hey, KITT.

I think we crossed the county line.

Patch me through
to a friendly sheriff, will ya?

- I'll see what I can do, Michael.
- Is there anything this car can't do?

I think a woman
would be a better judge of that.

I beg your pardon?

Tell you the truth, Devon,
don't you feel a little foolish,

giving them the Foundation's award,

finding out their town
didn't have a low crime rate after all?

I imagine the new sheriff will, uh,
restore tranquillity in short order.

I'm glad they kept the award.

I never realized
there were still towns like that.

I think I'd have liked growing up there.

By the way, is Jobina really going to leave,
now that she's got her good-bye story?

Well, if I were a betting man,
I would, uh,

wager that she would think it over
and then decide to stay.

- I hope she does.
- So you know where to find her?

Yeah, that's a thought.

Well, now that Aunt Martha's back at
the helm of the Hallelujah Press again,

she wanted each of you
to have a keepsake.

Ah, a Bible.
Hey, it's nice.

- Beautiful, isn't it?
- Yes. Quite.

- And informative.
- May I ask who programmed it?

Well, that's, uh,
kind of a long story, KITT.

That's all right, Michael.
I have plenty of time.

It seems to me that you've got your
work cut out, old boy. Come, Bonnie.

- Oh, wait a minute.
- Bye-bye.

Uh... Uh...
Michael, I'm sure it's no problem.

Just begin at the beginning.

Okay.

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