All language subtitles for Knight Rider S01E15

[Man]
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.

[Michael]
Hi, Bonnie.
Hear Devon's got us in a race.

[Bonnie]
I've augmented
KITT's scanning system...

with a special
infrared tracking scope.
[Michael] Terrific.

Um, listen. When you finish up
work tonight, how about you and I
going out for a little dinner?

I'd love to, Michael,
but I'm spending the night
with KITT.

Oh, well, you two
have a real good time.

First I have to
recharge his components.

Then I have to convert the engine
to run on liquid hydrogen.

Then I have to flush
his systems and adjust
his timing.

Recharge his components?
Flush his system?

KITT, don't you dare take
advantage of her tonight.

I won't.

Would you get out of here,
you yo-Yo?

KITT, I hope you're not
picking up his warped
sense of humor.

- I'm trying my best not to.
- Good.

KITT!
Try a little harder.

[Devon]
That driver was very lucky
to walk away from the trial heat.

[Michael] Devon, are you sure
it wasn't an accident?

[Devon]
Michael, it looks like somebody's out
to sabotage the Alternative 2000 race.

[Michael]
Well, quarter million dollar purse...
That could be an incentive.

Absolutely right, Michael.
However, our goal...

is to ensure
that no further disruptions occur.

Therefore, you have joined the field
as my personal entry.

Yourjob is not
to win the race.

It is to find out
if indeed there is a saboteur.

And if there is,
to put him out of business.

Michael, I can serve you better
if I'm familiar with your strategy.

Good point, KITT.

Our game plan
is simple, yet complex.

We lay low. We blend in
with the other racers
on and off the course.

We observe, deduce and analyze.

In other words,
we're winging it, as usual.

[Chuckles]
You got it.

[Man Over P.A.]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is
a great day for the auto industry...

the first international grand prix
to compare alternative energy sources.

Drivers from all over the world
are here, and you can positively
feel the excitement mounting.

Not only are these cars
fuel efficient,

But their performance reflects
state-Of-The-Art auto engineering.

Michael, I want you to meet
Dr. Kempler.

Michael, it's nice
to meet you.

Dr. Kempler, it's a pleasure.
I promise you. I'll do
what I can to help.

Thank you. I appreciate it.
I can't tell you how important
all of this is.

The entire credibility
of alternative energy
research and development...

lies on this race.

- Oh, Devon, I still have to get
your signature on the entry form.
- Certainly.

Excuse me.
Nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you too.
Catch you later.

- Hi.
- Nice car.

- You must be the late entry.
I'm Liberty Cox.
- Michael Knight.

[Man Over P.A.]
Will all drivers please
report to the main tent.

All drivers to the main tent.
Thank you.

- I'll be your personal escort.
- I can't think of a nicer way
to start a race.

You know, you win,
uh, first prize...

for the, uh, wildest dashboard
on a car.

No kidding?
Where do I pick it up?

[Laughing]
I don't know.
I'll find out and let you know.

Hello. I'm driving
for Devon Miles.
You're Michael Knight.

Yes, sir.
Ed Shaw, race coordinator.

Interesting car.
Yeah, well,
it's an interesting race.

Best of luck.
Thank you.

Uh, where do you think
you're going?
I beg your pardon?

- This meeting's for drivers only.
- Do you happen to know who I am?

I sure do, lady.
That's why you stay right out here.

Catch you later.

[Beeping]

Now, remember,
you'll be clocked at each
of the two overnight pit stops.

The first day, each car
will be handicapped
according to his starting position...

and his own specifications.

Next two days will be
a flat-Out race for the flags...
2,000 miles overall.

Dr. Kempler and I have designed
the course to challenge you.

Not each road is gonna be
in top-Flight condition.

I know what's at stake,
but let's be careful out there.

In case you haven't noticed,
we have a new driver.
Meet Michael Knight.

That's it, gentlemen, ladies.

Uh, Ed, just a second.

Before you go, I would
like to introduce Clark Sellers,

President of the Sellers
Cable Network.

If it weren't for his generous
contribution, you would be racing
for a lot less than $200,000.

- Clark?
- [Chuckles]
Yeah, about $195,000 less.

No, that isn't true.

The truth is
I consider that a bargain...

to get the exclusive worldwide
television rights to this race.

I think it's going to be
an exciting event,
and the Sellers Cable Network...

is proud to be
broadcasting it.

Now, go out there
and show the world the future...

is alternative energy...
and cable television.

[Chuckles]
That's all.

Hi, guys.

Good luck.

Hi.

I'm Michael Knight,
the new driver.

Before you go any further,
I think you should know...

I have no intention
of making friends.

I'm interested in two things...

finishing first
and doing so in one piece.

- So if you don't mind...
- In that case,
I'll see you at the finish line.

She wasn't your type anyway.

Who are you, anyway?
I told you already. I'm Liberty...

I know. Liberty Cox.
But I mean, what are you doing
trying to crash a drivers' meeting?

Oh, I'm covering the race
for New Wheels magazine.
Ever read it?

New Wheels?
Yeah, yeah, once or twice.

Actually, I really want to
experience the race.
I want to live it and breathe it...

You mean, like,
gonzo journalism
in the flesh.

I guess you could say that.

Listen, if you like, I could run
the first leg of the race with you.

Oh, I'm sorry,
but I travel solo.

Hey, lovely lady.

How would you like to ride
in the lead car?

No thanks, boys.
Come on there,
magazine lady.

You have absolutely no idea
what you're gonna be missing.

True. It's true.
Come on.

[Man Laughing]

Would you believe their car
is supposed to run on moonshine?
No kidding?

Looks like they're halfway through
their fuel supply.

[Car Engine Revving]
[Horn Honking]

- Get out of the way, you fool.
- Who are you calling a fool, schnitzel breath?

That boy's driving illegally.
I'm calling you a fool.

You know, you're a little...
[Engine Revs]

I'll see ya at the pit stop.

[Man Over P.A.]
Could we have the racing cars
to the starting bridge.

All cars to the starting bridge, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,
in car number one, fueled by
an alcohol-Based mixture,

Sonny and Lester Prince.

In car number two,
driving what might be...

the most advanced
methane-Powered
automobile in the world,

From West Germany,
Helmut Gras.

In the third car, from Japan,
running on propane, Hito Osaka.

In the solar-Powered vehicle,
we have Dorothy Ackridge.

- Next up, from the sheikdom of Kuwait...
- Ready, KITT?

Michael, you do realize
this race is academic,
not to mention unnecessary.

- Why is that?
- The car of the future
is already here... me.

[Chuckling]

[Man Over P.A.] And finally,
running on liquid hydrogen,
in the K-2000 Special,

Michael Knight.
That's our little secret, pal.
Let's do it!

The starter is lining up the cars.
Just look at those beauties...

the newest and fastest
alternative-Energy cars in the world.

And remember...
the challenge is to win the race...

using the least amount of fuel.

[Engine Revving]

The drivers all seem to be okay.
The cars are ready.

The starter raises the green flag.

And they're racing.!

Looks like these guys
are playing for keeps.

Michael, why do you have
my engine on half-Throttle?

We got to blend in, KITT.
You know that.
Ah, yes.

Observe, deduce, analyze.

You got it. We're under strict orders
not to strut our stuff.

Listen, check your data banks
and give me a rundown
on the competition, will ya?

As you wish, Michael.
Beginning with the letter "A,"

There's Dorothy Ackridge,
the woman you attempted to pick up.

I was just trying to be friendly.

I've heard that before.
She's the daughter of Henry Ackridge.

No kidding?
President of Ackridge Automotive.

Incorporated.
Hmm.

Kinda makes you wonder why
she's driving a solar-Powered car.

You got a reading on her
on the tracking scope?

She's approximately
half a mile behind us.
I'll decrease speed.

I appreciate that, partner.
I know how tough this is
on your competitive sensibilities.

[Beeping]

- KITT, what was that?
- I believe we're being shot at, Michael.

[Tires Screeching]

There's been another shot
behind us.

The solar car's been hit.
Michael, she's skidding out of control.

She's okay. Zoom in on her.

This is terrific. This is better
than The French Connection,
and it's for real.

Come on. Take it easy.
[Groans]

You okay?
I think so.

I'll let you know
after I stop shaking.

Thank you. The way I treated you
before, you're very kind.

You'd do the same for me.
Hang on. I want to
take a look at that tire.

[Man Over P.A.]
Ladies and gentlemen,
the cars are coming into view now.

Yes, here are the early finishers
of the first leg. I see
Michael Knight's K-2000 Special.

We're awaiting word now
of Dorothy Ackridge,
Excuse me.

Whose car apparently
sustained a blowout.
[All Clamoring]

There she is now,
and she seems to be all right.

I'm all right.
I'm really more concerned
about my car!

Your crew's working on it.
They'll have you back
in the race tomorrow.

Don't worry about a thing.

As soon as she comes out,
I want some quotes
to go with the footage.

Looks like a Fellini movie.

How's KITT holding up?
Like a champ.

You might check out
his grappling winch.

And while you're at it,

Check out this.

Hi, Liberty.
Another interview.

Go for it. Hi, guys.

We've reserved you
a seat right here.
I bet you did.

Come on, here.
Oh, yeah.

Step right on in here.

Gonna fix you right up.
What you want, darling?
You want a beer?

Ah, you have to be disappointed
with your time today.

Well, guys, I only worry
about one thing...

that's who crosses the finish line first.

Sure you'd have finished sooner
if you hadn't stopped to help
poor Miss Ackridge.

- We know you would have never
stopped to help her.
- Accidents are a part of any race.

Question is
will it continue to happen?

They will, the way he drives.

Well, here's to good sportsmanship.

[Glasses Clink]

That's what I figured.

Now, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Let me ask you a question.

What is it with all
these questions?
I thought you wanted to party.

Wrong.
Wrong?

Give you a little acupressure.
No, no, no, no.
Listen. Listen, you guys.

I would really love to stay.
Really, I would.

But I think that you two
are so unbelievably sexy...

that I don't think I can
control myself much longer.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

I haven't finished
your kidneys yet.

Boy, you got a way
with women, Sonny.
I got to hand it to you.

I told you she had
the hots for us.

Our mother raised an idiot,
and it ain't me.

That girl ain't got the hots for us,
or she wouldn't be going over there
toward him.

Uh-Huh.

It is cold out there!
Well, come on inside.

You know, you seem very calm...

for a man who may be
the next one to go.

What makes you think
there'll be a next one?

Call it a journalistic hunch.

But there's someone
who wants to win this race
by whatever means it takes.

Like, by eliminating
the competition.

[Dr. Kempler]
I can't believe all this
is happening.

Two years of planning,

Coordinating, finding
sponsors for the cars,
developing fuels...

Gordon, try to relax.

Take a deep breath.
Have a drink.

We'll work it out.
You're not in this alone, you know.

One way or another,
your Alternative 2000 will succeed.
Believe me.

Dr. Kempler, could I see you
for a minute? Alone?

Ed, you know I don't have
any secrets from Devon.
What is it?

In that case, I think
you better come with me,
both of you.

Looks like something's up.

You can go now.

She said she found this
under the bed when she
was cleaning the room.

Uh, senora.
Uno momento, por favor.

A collapsible Rexman.

A highly sophisticated
long-Range sniper's rifle.

Not at all common.
Snipers?

Devon, do you think
that this could be the rifle
that shot at Dorothy's car?

Bonnie said the bullet
was a.308 caliber,

And the Rexman uses.308s.

What's the meaning of this?

- What are you doing in my room?
- I believe the question should be,

"What is that doing
in your room?"

Well, you can breathe
easy again. The ordeal's over.

Naturally, my hunch
was right on target.

- Am I in the wrong room?
- No, no. You're in the right room.

Anyway, um, as it turns out,

It was the Arab;
although, I thought
it might be the German.

Anyway, I guess the crisis is over.
They did find the smoking gun
in his room.

If I'm in the right room,
then you're in the wrong room.

I... I thought I'd surprise you.
I hope you don't mind.

Well, as a matter of fact, I do.

Well, l-L-I was just being
spontaneous. I figured
this gave me...

a good opportunity to find out
what makes a man like you tick.

Yeah, well, I don't think
your readers would be
real interested in me.

I don't care about my readers.
I find you very interesting.

Are you gonna stay mad
at me all night?

No, l-I wasn't planning on it, but...

Liberty, l-I gotta get
some sleep. I'm running
a race tomorrow.

What if I give you
a good reason to stay up?

Is that reason enough?

No.

But it's a start.

This is an outrage.
I've never seen that rifle
before in my life.

You can't do this to me.
I'm warning you.

If I'm jailed, my country
will lodge a formal protest.

Well, we can all finally breathe
a sigh of relief.
Hah! I hope so.

All this craziness is making me
a nervous wreck.

You can relax now, I think.

I feel certain the case is closed.

The police did the ballistics tests
on the rifle and the bullet,
and they matched.

That still doesn't mean
Hashi pulled the trigger.
No, it doesn't.

Just because he was driving
doesn't mean he didn't either.

He could've left the road,
assembled the rifle, fired,

And in the confusion,
got back into the race.

Remember, he comes from one of
the major petroleum exporting
countries in the world.

Devon, it's...
it's too perfect, you know?

I think I should stay in the race
until we're sure all the shoes have dropped.

You sure it isn't
because you want to win?

- Devon, don't you know me?
- Yes. That's why I asked.

Michael.
Morning.

It is a glorious morning...
a double-Header.

Not only do I get to be with you,
but I get to ride in this
mysterious black beauty.

Listen, I've got everything arranged.
I've got chicken and sandwiches,
iced tea...

Liberty, I'm sorry.
You can't ride with me.
What?

It's not me. It's my sponsor,
Devon Miles. He's touchy
about these things.

I don't believe you!
Hey!

[Mouths Words]

Didn't last night mean
anything to you?

I don't beg rides, Michael Knight.

They beg me.

- Liberty...
- [Chattering, Indistinct]

Come on, baby!

Bonnie.!

I wanted to see if I could
extend the tracking scope's range.
Did you?

No, but I see
you extended yours.

[Tires Screech]

[Man Over P.A.]
Ladies and gentlemen,
the cars are moving to the starting line...

for the second leg
of this historic race.

There's the green flag.
And we have a start.

[KITT] Busy morning?
[Michael]
You could say that.

Did Liberty Cox ever find out
what makes you tick?

KITT, didn't anyone ever tell you
it's not polite to eavesdrop?

I had no choice. After all,
I was in surveillance mode.

Then you should've noticed
she left and I went to bed.

I've heard that one before.

KITT, let's run profiles
on the remaining drivers
and key personnel.

Does the phrase "key personnel"
include Miss Liberty Cox?

Yeah. That's a good idea.
Let's start with her.

Shall we begin with personal data
or criminal activities?

"Criminal activities"?
Come on.

The lady may be many things,
but she's no criminal.

- Is she?
- You tell me.

June 1980. Breaking and entering.
Bailed out by her editor.

September 1980.
Malicious mischief.

Bailed out by her publisher.

January 1981... [Fades]

Leaves the wrong impression
on her mind

On her mind
Hey. Do you want
a little blast?

It'll get your motor runnin',
that's for sure.

You know, it's guys like you
that give alternative fuel supply
a bad name.

A bad name? Hell, lady, we love it.
Why don't you lighten up a little bit?

We don't know,
but we sure can go! Whoo!

[Screaming]

[Indistinct]
Let me out of the car!

Looks like Liberty bit off
a little bit more than she can chew.

If you have any thoughts
of rescuing her, Michael,

I'd advise you check
my schematic visuals.

In that case, buddy,
we better step on it.

[Liberty Shouting]

My God!

Whoo!
[Laughing]

I don't need
your charity, Michael.

Oh, my God!

Devon, I need a coroner's van
and a wrecker here right away.

There's been another accident.

- Michael, that was no accident.
- What are you talking about, KITT?

My electronic sensors
picked up a detonation signal...

two milliseconds
before the explosion.

[Shutter Clicking]

Is that all this is to you
is a hot picture
and a cover story?

[Gasps, Sobs]

[Man Over P.A.]
Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a report of a possible accident...

to the number one car
driven by Sonny and Lester Prince.

Meanwhile...
[Indistinct]
[Tires Squealing]

What a disaster.

Look at it.
There isn't a sober
journalistic face to be seen.

There isn't one
scientific quarterly writer.

Whole thing has turned into
a blood-And-Guts demolition derby.
It's a car crash carnival.

Well, Doctor,
you aren't thinking
of canceling the race?

I don't know
what else to do!

Well, if you cancel now,
it'll be interpreted as...

as the failure
of alternative energy.

The entire concept will be
set back 10 years.

Gentlemen, may I make
a suggestion?

Since our primary concern
is the safety of the drivers,

Why not let them decide?

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to thank you all
for coming.

As you can well imagine, there's been
a considerable amount of concern
over what's been happening,

And there seems to be
a variety of opinion...

as to whether the race should be
allowed to continue or not.

Uh, Devon Miles
has come up with...

what I believe
to be the best solution.

Since it's really your race,

And it's certainly
your lives,

He felt that you should be
the ones to decide...

whether to continue or not.

So, I'm going to ask...

all of those who are
in favor of continuing the race...

to please raise your hands.

All right.

The race will continue on schedule.

All drivers report to the staging area
at 7:00 a.M. Sharp,

And, uh, good luck.

We must talk.
Let me grab a quick
shower first.

Shaw, how can you act
like it's business as usual?

You killed two people today.

Lower your voice.
To hell with my voice.!

Look, I hired you to arrange
an accident or two.

A near miss. Some excitement,
so at least I'd end up with
a promotable show.

Not death. Not murder.

You know what's wrong
with guys like you, Sellers?

You want accidents, explosions,
chills and thrills...

so you can sell what would
have been a turkey...

and keep your little
cable network alive.

But you don't want any
of the responsibility.

- [Recorder Clicks]
- What was that?

Aah!
[Muffled Shouts]

[Engine Revving]

[Knocking]

Hey, Liberty!

[Knocking]
You home?

The girl can't just disappear
from the face of the earth.

- [Muffled Shouts]
- She won't just disappear.

They'll find her... what's left of her...
at the site of the next accident.

That's insane.!
It's too risky.

Just shut up and listen.
They're looking for
a mystery saboteur, right?

We'll give it to 'em...
a dead one.

You think it's that easy?
You think the police are that stupid?
[Muffled Shouts]

I don't think we have
that many options.

Now, she already has a history
with the local law enforcement.

The police will come to the only
conclusion they can: She made
a mistake setting a bomb.

No doubt about it, Michael.
That is identical to the signal...

I monitored two milliseconds
before the Prince brothers were, uh...

What is the phrase?
Blown to smithereens.

Well, Michael, it seems
we found our saboteur.

Really?

And who's she working for?

Middle East? Detroit?
The whole thing doesn't track.
Give me a motive.

All right, Michael.
I'll give you a motive.

And not one as byzantine
as ones we've considered.

Look. At the start of this race,

The only interested people
were idealists and dreamers.

But now, in light of the events
of the past few days, it's news.

Our Liberty has her camera bag
chock-Full of negatives...

which could command a fortune
from magazines and newspapers
all over the world.

It's too easy.
It's the Hashi-With-The-Rifle thing
all over again.

I mean, her bed wasn't slept in.
Why weren't her bags unpacked?

Where'd she go?
[Buzzer Sounding]

The racers are lining up.

Michael, if Liberty is
not in the wrong,

Our saboteur may be planning
a few new surprises
for the last day of the race.

I think you'd better go.
Why?

So you can put an A.P.B. Out
on Liberty after I leave?

What would you do?

Same thing.

Good luck.

Be careful, Michael.

Thanks, Bonnie.

All right.
Okay?

[Muffled Shouts]
Now, don't make it
any harder.

Got her?
Yeah.

[Shouting Continues]
Oh, you've got
a lot of energy.

If I get some time,
I'll help you work it off.

Give me that bag.

Thanks. I'm gonna set this
with a fuse.

Now tie her to the rock.
All right.

When the dust settles,
they'll figure that
she made a mistake,

Couldn't get out of
the blast area in time.

We'll have to hurry.
I told the camera crew
to get some run-Bys, but...

they should be here...
10 minutes.

Twenty.
I took care of that.

You took care of it?
Who the hell do you think you are?

The new vice president
of Sellers Cable Network.

"Vice president"?

Come on.

[Muffled Cries]

[Liberty]
No, please?
[Groaning]

Ow!

[Whimpering]

[Muffled Screams]

KITT, I know we have missed something.

Run the stats on the rest of the race...
the racecourse... Just give me
everything you got.

Very well.

[Muffled]
Help!

Help!

[Sobbing]

KITT, I think you made a mistake.
There's only been three accidents, not...

Michael, I was about to say
that this is a readout of all
the S.C.N. Camera positions.

Yeah, but this one,
this one and this one...

They all took place
in the same place
the accidents happened.

You know, that's why I thought...

Wait a minute. Give me an overlay
of the accident sites and leave up
the camera positions.

Right away.

KITT,

Every accident has taken place
right in front of a camera crew.

Michael, the odds against a freak accident
being synchronistic...

with a random deployment
of cameras is...

I know what it is...
It's way too coincidental.

Remember what Devon said about why
Liberty might have sabotaged the race?

- To make her feel more valuable?
- Well, the same theory applies...

to cosponsor Clark Sellers.

Exploitive publicity.

Where's the nearest
camera position?

We just passed it... Apache Wash.

[Tires Screeching]

KITT, get me a readout
on that canyon.

With all your scanners,
the visuals, the chemical detectors...
Give me the works, buddy.

Michael, there's
an explosive charge there.

And a person too.
What?

Come on.
Give me maximum enlargement.

KITT, it's Liberty!

Michael, at the rate that fuse
is burning, we have less than
20 seconds to stop it.

- [Beeps]
- [Whooshing]

[Muffled]
Help! Oh!

[Tires Screeching]

Help.! Help me.!

[Muffled Shouts]

- KITT, I need some help!
- [Beeps]

[Sobbing]

Michael, I'm monitoring the signal
from the S.C.N. Cameras.

[Muffled]
Yeah, it talks.

Yeah, I know.
It's got monitors too, huh?

- Clark Sellers is there.
- [Muffled Exclamations]

Liberty, I know
Sellers is in on it.

What? Shaw?

You're telling me
Shaw's in on it too?
Mm-Hmm!

All right, KITT.
Sellers and Shaw are gonna take off
the minute they see us.

Get me some overdrive, buddy!
[Beeping]

[Muffled]

Huh?
[Continues]

What?
[Exclaiming Angrily]

Michael, she would like you
to take the gag off.

Oh. [Chuckles]
I don't think so.

You know, this is
the first conversation
I've ever had with you...

where I can get
a word in edgewise?

All right, KITT.

We're gonna give Clark Sellers
a real big finish...

for his cameras.

[Whooshing]

[Man Over P.A.]
The cars are coming into view,
and it looks like Helmut Gras.

No, wait a minute.
Another car is coming,
and his speed is off the scale.!

He's got the girl.

And the winner is Michael Knight.
Coming in second is Helmut Gras.

And third, Hito Osaka.

Come on, come on!
Let's go!

Wait a minute, ladies and gentlemen.
The race is over,

But there seems to be
some kind of a disturbance
in the pit area.

Please don't panic.
Please stay in your seats.

- [KITT]
Michael, they're getting away.
- [Beeps]

Ouch!

[Groans]

[All Chattering]

Mr. Sellers?

Say "Leavenworth."

[Camera Shutter Clicks]

[Liberty]
Ready? Okay, smile.

[Camera Shutter Clicks]
All right.! Great.!

Just... Let me turn this
just a little bit this way.

Okay.
Okay. Yeah.

That looks pretty good.

Okay. Just one more.
How about that? Okay?

Ready.
Ready? Say "cheese."

[Phone Ringing]
[All Laughing]

Hello? Why, no. It's Bonnie.

Oh, hi, Dr. Kempler.
What do you think, Devon?

It goes against the grain
to see a man rewarded
for insubordination.

Can you run that by me
one more time? I'm not sure
I heard you right.

Okay, Devon, I'm sorry.
I apologize for winning the race.

But how else was I supposed
to nail Sellers and Shaw?

I have no intention
of discussing this case
ever again.

Now, would you please tell me
what she's doing here?

I'm here because
I want to find out
what you told my editor.

I had the world's greatest
racing scoop.

Death, mayhem,
a talking car to the rescue.

I simply told him
that we're involved in
a sensitive area here,

And that publicity is something
we could well do without.

[Sighs]
Explains why he killed my story.

- It's alive again.
- What?

Well, it seems that Hashi Al Qatar's
ambassador called the state department,

And they agreed that
the disqualification was illegal.

Does that mean that...
the race will have to be run
all over again?

Does that mean I'll have to
give back my trophy?

- It looks like that.
- Oh, what a shame!

- Sic transit gloria mundi.
- You took the words
right out of my mouth.

Uh, hold on a minute.
I'll ask him.

Um, Dr. Kempler wants to know
if Michael's entering
the race again.

- Yes!
- No!

[Man]
Michael Knight, a lone crusader
in a dangerous world,

The world of the Knight Rider.

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