All language subtitles for knight rider s03e20

[gun firing]

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

Well, what do you do?

l'm a nuclear physicist.

Just what is it you want?
The Pegasus missile.

Wait!
Monica. Dr. Knightwood,
remember?

Just as l thought.
lt's window glass.

l'm going to make you
very sorry.

[electricity buzzing]

(KITT)
Michael, you're playing
with suicide.

Suicide is letting them
get away with that missile.

(Michael)
Let's do it!

[grunting]

(male narrator)
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, l didn't
expect you until--

l have to talk to you.
lt's important.

Look, if it's about
what l think it--
Bianca.

l won't let you
do this to me.

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

Yes. Yes, l do.

Harley,
for the last time...

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

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

You can't. You wouldn't!

How much do you wanna bet?

[stuttering]

Wait a minute. Bianca, please.

Let me give you something
else. l'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.

(Bianca)
Then you have
the courier's route?

Yeah.

Give it to me.

That's a good little boy,
Harley.

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

No, Bianca. No!

Tanya!

[groaning]

[groans]

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

l understand.

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

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

[sighs]

(KITT)
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.
lt'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.

[phone beeps]

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,
l'll be right there.

[tires screeching]

[birds chirping]

How you doing?

He was a wonderful man.

[sighing]

l'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.

l don't believe that.

Bonnie.

l 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 MlT.

We became good friends.

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

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 l would do
anything for you. But....

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

Suppose l do?

Harley would never do anything
to betray his country.

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

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

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

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

And?

(Bonnie)
lf Harley was involved
in something...

he wasn't supposed to be...

then l'd rather
hear it from you.

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

[chuckles]

Yeah.

[sighs]

All right.

[birds chirping]

[people chattering]

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.

[sighs]

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

will be worth millions
to us.

Then you found
a buyer?

Yes, but l 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
l'm gonna let this
slip through my fingers.

l'll get that missile.

You just worry about
getting the guidance system.

You better get going.

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

Okay.

[women laughing]

Monica, did you see
Mr. Cooper anywhere?

He's over there.

Thanks.

Mr. Cooper,
welcome to the Retreat.

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

Nice to meet you.

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

Coming right up.
Thank you.

l hope you're having
a relaxing time here.

Just what the doctor ordered
to recharge my batteries.

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

No kidding.

Yes. ln fact,
l 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 l join you?

Not at all.

Thank you.

[cat growling]

(Bianca)
Sheeba, quiet down.

(Veronica)
Two specialties
of the Retreat.

Thank you, Veronica.
Thank you.

[sighs]

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

Please, call me Ted.

l work for Sendrax lndustries.
Actually, though,
l'm not really a scientist.

Oh, no?
Mmm-mmm.

l'm head of security.

Well, what do you know
about that?

Cheers, Mr. Cooper.

(Bonnie)
lt's funny. l'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.
lt's routing information
with today's date.

l'm sure it's not important.
lt could mean anything.

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

This and everything else.

KlTT.
(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.

l don't understand it,
Michael. l 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.''

[beeping]

Yeah, what is it?
(KITT)
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?

lf l 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.

(KITT)
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!

[tires skidding]

You having trouble?

lt's just a flat tire.

Maybe l can give you a hand.

[groans]

(KITT)
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?

[machine beeping]

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.

[KlTT humming]

Michael.

KlTT!

Hurry, Michael. Get in.

[tires squealing]

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

[sighs]

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. lt all happened
too fast.

[machine whirring]

Bonnie, we got
another problem.
What?

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

and armed with
a concealed weapon.

With KlTT's molecular
bonded shell...

that shouldn't have been
a problem, Michael.

l know, but the bullets are.

KlTT analyzed them
as being Tufflex-coated.

His tires.

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

l mean,
Tufflex can even penetrate
a bulletproof vest.

Got some more
bad news for you.

Michael, l 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?

l don't know.

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

and l 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?

l don't know. Take a look.

[keys clicking]

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

at a restaurant called Sl 1 4.

The ''Sl'' is a symbol
for silicon and the ''1 4''
is its atomic number.

lt's great for trivia games.
What else?

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

because of all the high-tech
industries located there.

lncluding 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.

KlTT...

l 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.

l told you. l'm working on it.

(Tanya)
Meaning Ted Cooper?

[chuckles]

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.

[knock on door]

See what l mean?

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

Have fun.

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

lf l tell you something,
you promise not to laugh?

Of course.

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

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

Very nice.

Well, the best
is yet to come.

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

(KITT)
Michael,
are you really certain...

you want
to go through with this?

(Michael)
KlTT, if my hunch is right...

the contacts
are somehow made...

at the Sl 1 4 restaurant.

And l 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.

lt's not the cover
l'm worried about, KlTT,
it's the knowledge.

l 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?

l'm listening.
Say as little as possible.

Thanks a lot!

[people chattering]

Mind if l join you?

No, not at all.

l 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, l'm afraid it does.

Well, what do you do?

l'm a nuclear physicist.

l 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
l'd rather forget.

Monica Brown.
Michael Knightwood.

Dr. Michael Knightwood,
AlgoTech lndustries.

What do you do?

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

Oh.

Sounds interesting.

(Monica)
We cater to
the scientific community.

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

It was a pleasure meeting you,
Dr. Knightwood.

(Michael)
The pleasure was mine,
Ms. Brown.

[bleeping]

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

(KITT)
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.

[birds chirping]

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

[KlTT humming]

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.

[sighs]

Okay, let's grab the sun!

Oh, my!

Yeah!

Faster, KlTT.
l need all the altitude
l can get.

See you later, pal.

[bleeping]

Hold it right there.

Hi. l was just looking
for the tennis courts.

Do you know if they
rent rackets there, too?

Wait!

Monica. Dr. Knightwood,
remember?

ls this him?
Yes.

She said she'd be
in touch with you.

Yes, l know, but....

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

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

l'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?

lt's very complicated,
and l'll tell you what...

how about you and l
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?

l 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.

[snickers]

l need you to open
the front gate real fast.

[KlTT humming]

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

Do it now.

[beeping]

[car engine starts]

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

[KlTT humming]

lt's open.
That's what l told you.

Veronica, have that fixed
immediately...

and l 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.

(KITT)
More important, Michael,
you might be recognized.

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

Coming, Doctor?

(Michael)
Yes. Yes, l am.

[birds chirping]

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

All right, fur ball, scat.

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

[growling]

Well, we'll just
see about that!

Oh, dear. That was
a tactical error.

Oh, dear.

Nice little kitty.

Oh, no. Watch out.

[bleeping]

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

Seen enough?

l don't think l 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.
(Bianca)
ln 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.

[scoffs]

You're insane!

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

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.

l 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, l think Mr. Cooper
needs a glass of warm milk.

[birds chirping]

[woman laughing]

(Veronica)
Seymour!

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

No, thank you,
l never drink.

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

Maybe if you made yourself
a little more comfortable.

Physicists are shy by nature.

[clears throat]

On second thought...

last one in the spa
is a rotten pineapple.

[all chuckling]

But you still have
your clothes on.

Oh.

Yeah. Now who's shy?

[Monica and Veronica
chuckling]

Well, on second thought
here...

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

Keep the water wet.

KlTT?
(KITT)
I'm here, Michael.

[cub purring]

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.

[KlTT humming]

I see him.
(Michael)
Check him out, will you?

Anything in particular
you want me to look for?

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

(KITT)
I'll get right on it, Michael.

[camera clicking]

And as for you...

[growling]

welcome to the Arctic.

[purring]

[whispering]
KlTT, see if there's a safe...

hidden in this room anywhere,
will you?

(KITT)
Right away.

[KlTT humming]

[scanner beeping]

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

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

(Bianca)
lf 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.

(Bianca)
Don't worry, he won't.

(Tanya)
And how can you be so sure?

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

[purring]

The real power
behind the throne.

[cub yowling]

Nice kitty. Kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty.

That's it. That's right.

[water bubbling]

Come in, ladies.
Plenty of room for everyone.

What are you
doing here?

Soaking.

l can see that.

lsn't that
what a hot tub is for?

Not my hot tub.

Unless by special invitation.

Well, like l said,
l'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 l suppose
one has to expect a certain
amount of arrogance...

from a man of your brilliance.

Well, l guess it's....

l guess it's part of
the whole package.

l have to admit
l do like the wrappings.

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

l'm going to make you
very sorry.

Somehow, l believe you.

Good. Now we can have
that drink together.

But in the living room.

Don't get up.

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

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

That's very interesting,
Tanya...

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

Dr. Knightwood. Feel better?

Like a new man.
Good.

Please, call me Michael.
l'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.

l don't see very well
without them.

Just as l thought.
lt's window glass.

Don't kill him!

[electric buzzing]

[groans]

(Bianca)
l wanna see
what he knows first.

What a pity, Michael.

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

[breathing hard]

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

[machine beeping]
Why don't we change places?

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

[electric buzzing]

All l really wanna know
is who you are.

[beeping]

l told you my name is...

Dr. Michael Knightwood.

l work for AlgoTech
lndustries.

l'm sure you had me
checked out.

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

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

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

The only thing
l want to know is...

can l get away with it?

You haven't got a chance.

[electricity buzzing]

Then they know.

Everything.

No, Michael.

lf 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.

l'm telling you,
they know everything.

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

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

[buzzing]

(Bianca)
Michael, what is it?

[screaming]

He has no idea
what we're after.

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

Come on.

KlTT, l'm a little concerned
about Michael.
Have you heard from him?

(KITT)
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.

(KITT)
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.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

lt's me, Ted.

Do you have the information?

Yes. Bianca, listen--

Just give it to me.

lt left in an unmarked truck
about 15 minutes ago.

Good.

All right.
Yes, l got that.

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

When do l get my tape?

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

Well, l'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....

[sighs]

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

No problem.
Great.

Let's go, girls.

[beeping]

[grunts]

[door opening]

Such a waste.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

KlTT, come pick me up.

[beeping]

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

(Michael)
Which way are they headed?

They turned north
on Stockton Road...

then disappeared
from my scanner range.

(KITT)
Michael, Devon is calling.

(Michael)
Devon.

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

Yeah, l 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.

lt'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, l'll be in touch.

(KITT)
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.

(Tanya)
Are you going our way, boys?

Too bad, we could have
had some fun.

Good girl, Tanya.
Now for the missile.

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

(KITT)
Negative, Michael.
It's still out of range...

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

Can't be soon enough.

[brakes screeching]

[yells]

(KITT)
Michael.

(Michael)
No question about it,
they've been here.

The guards appear
to be all right.

I have the truck
in scanner range, Michael.

l 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!

[grunting]

What was that?

Nothing l can't get rid of.

KlTT, get down here, buddy.

[humming]
Right away, Michael.

[grunting]

[grunting]

(Michael)
KlTT, the four-wheeler.

Leave that to me, Michael.

Don't forget about
the Tufflex bullets.

Hello. lt's all over.

(KITT)
Michael, the four-by-four
is under control.

[engine faltering]

(Michael)
Right behind you, buddy.

[brakes squealing]

[engine faltering]

Good work, buddy.

(KITT)
Thank you, Michael.

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

Now, about
mass and velocity.

[birds chirping]

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

l 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.

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

Thank you. So this is
the Retreat, huh?

Was. Past tense.
lt'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?

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

[chuckling]

[purring]

(KITT)
Oh, no, I thought
they arrested her, too.

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

(KITT)
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 KlTT,
why not have a cat?

Very funny, Michael,
very funny.