All language subtitles for 112 - A Plush Ride

There's nothing about any of
these cars here that's ordinary.

They'll take a hit that would
send a production-line model
directly to car heaven.

One of the security team
may be a plant, sent in on a hitjob.

[KITT] I have the assassination
team on the scanners.
Those cars are heavily armored.

Five at once could be a problem.

[Tires Screeching]

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

who does not exist.

Michael Knight, a young loner...

on a crusade to champion
the cause of the innocent,

the helpless,
the powerless,

in a world of criminals
who operate above the law.

[Explosion On TV]

[Men Chattering]

[Man On TV]
Yesterday's bombing was the latest
in a string of deadly terrorist assaults...

that have left scores of casualties
throughout the world.

One can only wonder what effect
this will have on the summit conference,

organized by the Foundation's
Devon Miles,

which is scheduled to convene
five days from now.

At that time, Mr. Miles hopes
to negotiate a treaty...

among three of the nations currently
harboring the terrorist brigades.

[Devon On TV] Hello. Yes, we're
looking forward to the meeting.

Yes, I'm watching it now.
[TV, Indistinct]

Absolutely terrible news.

It means that we will
have to approach the mission
with a renewed sense of urgency.

Oh, don't worry. You'll soon see
what steps I intend to take.

[Devon On TV] The important thing is that
words, not guns, should be employed now.

We don't need any more violence,
and I'm sorry, we have
no more statements to make.

Thank you so much.

Michael, what is this?

Seaweed.

What is seaweed doing
under KITT's hood?

[Inhales Deeply]
Oh, yeah. Well.
I can explain that.

- Perhaps you shouldn't, Michael.
- [Laughing] Don't tell me...

Remember all those jewel robberies
down at the marina?

Well, it turns out
the two thieves are scuba divers.

Anyway, KITT and I are
on the pier, and these two guys,

they jump right in the ocean,
so naturally...

Michael.
Devon!
What's the good word?

I wish I had one.
I'm sorry to disturb you both.

I'm afraid I need you to drive me
somewhere immediately.

All right. KITT should be
ready in a couple seconds.

No. We won't need KITT.
I've arranged for another car.

Come along. We must move quickly.
Time is of the essence.

- Good-bye, Bonnie.
- Well, I'll catch you guys later, huh?

Here.

[KITT] Why do you suppose
they excluded me, Bonnie?

[Sighs]
I don't know, KITT.

But don't take it personally.
I won't.

You know I can't
take anything personally.

I've always known you were
a class act, Devon,

but, uh, is it really necessary for me
to chauffeur you around like this?

In this case,
absolutely essential, Michael.

In fact, you're virtually indispensable.

[Scoffs]

[Tires Screeching]

Looks like we got
some company.

Any ideas?

Yes. Lose it. Anyway you can.

Okay, Devon, but
this sure isn't KITT.

[Fenders Bumping]

[Tires Screeching]

[Michael] We're like a tank
against a fighter plane here.

What am I supposed to do?
[Devon]
Be skillful, Michael. Be skillful.

[Laughing]

Well, Mr. Redmond. What is
your opinion of my opinion now?

Well, you were not kiddin', Mr. Miles.

This boy can hold
his own with the best.
He's gonna do just fine.

Do what fine? Would somebody
like to tell me what's goin' on here?

All in good time, dear boy.
All in good time.

[Chuckling]

Next week, the leaders
of three rather unstable...

Third World nations
will come together here...

in order to sign
an anti-terrorism treaty.

If this treaty is signed, it could put
international terrorism out ofbusiness.

Devon, I still don't see
the problem.

Because, Michael, one of
the security team may be a plant
sent in on a hit job.

Or at the very least, to make sure
that the treaty isn't signed.

And I'm supposed
to find the hit man. Right?

Exactly. Now, in order to polish
their skills for their assignment,

the members of the security team
will attend a special session at
Mr. Redmond's Victory Academy.

He normally handles
groups of up to 100.

He teaches tactical and evasive
driving techniques...

...along with advanced,
hand-to-hand combat,

and weapons-oriented
bodyguard techniques.

I'm familiar with the place.
Now, do you have any
more information for me...

beyond the fact that
one of these guys
just might be a ringer?

Very little, I'm afraid.
Here are their dossiers, but there
isn't much to be learned from them.

So, with no leads, I got less
than one week to catch a bad guy
who may not even exist.

Doesn't sound to me
to be too simple.

On the contrary, Michael.
It seems perfectly simple to me.

Devon, let's say
there is a bad guy.

And he overreacts
and decides to waste me.

Oh, that would be a most serious
and unfortunate resolution, Michael.

But you're quite right.
It would solve our problem.

[Beeping]

[Engine Revving]

What we're to do... do our best
to make any possible suspect
blow his or her cover.

I must say, it's an extremely
clever plan, though.

Must've been Mr. Miles's idea.

- Why would you think that?
- Because it entails a rather objective
and sophisticated insight...

- into your basic character.
- Oh?

Of course. With your usual
lack of subtlety,

you would have no problem
at all in panicking anyone
with anything at all to hide.

- Actually, we might even go
so far as to say...
- KITT?

- Yes, Michael. I know.
- Shut up.

[Horn Honking]

Hi.
Hi.
[Clattering]

[Shouting, Groaning]

Looks like the training here
is pretty rough.

Maybe this is what they do
for roll call.

[Grunting, Groaning]

[Michael]
You sure this is part of the program?

[Grunts, Pants]

You big gorilla. I didn't know
you were in this class.

Yeah. I would have turned
it down if I knew they let
little wimps like you into it.

Ha!

[Both Laughing]

If that's how they greet an old friend,
I wonder what they do
when they meet an enemy?

If we're careful,
we'll never find out.

- Margot Wells.
- Michael Knight.

Howdy. Keller. The freelance fightin'
game's been a little shaky lately.

We're just trying
to keep our hand in.
Yeah.

We get high-strung
sitting around.

Oh, man. Ain't nothin'
gonna get you high.
[Grunts]

I know what you mean.
That nervous energy keeps buildin'up.

Name's Corey.
Jacobs.

Now you know who to call
when you want to work it off.

Uh-huh?
[Grunts]

[Men Laughing]

I, uh, can think of a lot
better ways to burn off
excess energy.

Well, you can start by burning off
a little energy with that.

I hate to be the one
to break this to ya,
but this isn't Club Med.

You mean, I'm not gonna need
my perfume, my makeup, my sexy gowns
and my string bikinis?

That sounds great to me, but it's probably
the wrong kind of ammunition.

Hey, buddy.
How about a little snapshot
of that little package, huh?

[Whirring]
Anything?

[Electronic Warbling]
Yes. A semiautomatic pistol, .32 caliber,
three clips of ammunition.

- Yeah?
- Also, seven blouses,
four pairs of slacks,

two pairs of shoes,
six sets of undergarments, three...
KITT?

- Yes, Michael?
- Shut up.

[Automatic Weapon Firing]

Well, as you can see, this isn't your
ordinary, Sunday-go-to-meetin' windshield.

Matter of fact, there's nothing
about any of these cars here
that's ordinary.

They're not indestructible.

But they'll take a hit that would
send a production-line model
directly to car heaven.

[Keller]
Whoo.! Any chance I can get
one of those for my live-in?

I don't think you could afford
the both of them, Keller, anyway.

Unless one, or both of'em,
were a dog.

Seems to me that a water bed
would be more your style.

[Chuckles]
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Hey.

Why don't you just save that
for the hand-to-hand class?

Stow this, Jacobs.

Now, none of you should be
too impressed with this little
demonstration of mine.

The best security measures
are those...

[Grunts]

What, are you nuts?
It's practice, remember?

It was an accident!
The strap caught the trigger
when I put it in the rack.

[Pants]
No more accidents.
All right?

All right, Knight.
All right.

[Breathing Heavily]
Now, if you ask me, it's crazy
using live ammo in the first place!

Yeah. You're probably right.

But it does keep everybody
on their toes, now, doesn't it?

Come on. We got work to do.
Let's go. Come on!

Hey, why don't you come back
and join the party?

What's with that guy, anyway?
Ah, he spent three years
in a Cuban prison in solitary.

Ever since then, he gets
in these weird moods.

Hey, where's Margot?
I don't know. She said something
about having to make a phone call.

Man, I hate white bread.

Better go round her up before
Bigfoot here eats everything in sight.

Hey, wait for me!
I need to call my bookie.
[Laughing]

[Both Chuckling]

[Clicking]

[Explosion]

[Coughs]
Hey!

Hey! Hey!
[Coughing]

[Coughing]
Michael?

Good morning.

Is that your idea
of an alarm clock?

Uh, good morning, Mr. Knight.
No, it's just a little Halloween
smoke, that's all that is.

But, uh, it could just as easily
have been dynamite, fulminate,
les plastiques, you name it.

[Clamoring]
Jacobs, shut up!

But if I'd been a, uh,
a for-real bandito,

now, I could have blown you people
all so far that your memories
would have just been memories.

And then, with you out of the way,
your V.I.P. Would be defenseless.

A sitting duck.
Don't take yourself for granted.

A bodyguard is a target too.

But what I want you to remember
is you gotta be on, every minute.

All 24 hours of the day.

Now you're on your own
until roll call.

Knight.

Remember.
All 24 hours of the day.

That goes double for you, amigo.
Comprende?

Comprende.

Michael, where are your pants?
Never mind.
KITT, I got a bone to pick with you.

According to my data on human anatomy,
you have 206 bones,

- give or take some questionable cartilage.
- I left you in your surveillance mode.

Now, why didn't you signal me
when Redmond went into my bungalow?

If you recall, you yourself told me
that Mr. Redmond could be trusted.

Oh, is that supposed to be
an idea of your logic?

No. It's an example of yours.

Speaking of which, when are you planning
to start making these people nervous?

I'm starting tonight.
[Sighs]

I'm gonna organize a card game.
I'm gonna get rowdy, and drunk,
and indiscreet.

Very well. But when are you
planning to do some work?

[Men Chattering]

Seven.
Oh, that's good!
I like that.

Man, that's a fool's bet.
Don't be bettin' that.
That's a good one! I like this. Here.

- Here. Go ahead. Go ahead.
- Here's $60.

[Laughing]
Hey! Seven!

Oh, man.
Pick up your money.
Listen, you guys.

You guys know anything
about this weirdoJacobs?

I mean, you ever work
with him before? He's weird.

Hey, pal. In our line of work,
asking anything about anybody...

is a risky proposition.

Lopez, don't get so touchy.
I'm not asking anything about you.

- Not yet, anyway.
- And that's the way I like to keep it.

Hey! Come on,
let's just play cards,
all right?

Let's just play!
It's practically the 21 st century.

You wanna bet anything worth knowing
about you, Lopez, or you, Keller,
or any of us here at the table,

is stored up
in some computer somewhere.

And all you gotta do
is know one thing.

- What?
- What buttons to push.

[Chuckling]
Shut up. Shut up!

Come on.
Let's play cards, huh?

Okay, today you're gonna practice
some ambush and evasive tactics.

It'll be two on one:
Two cars of baddies
to one good guy.

Now, Lopez, I want you and Corey
to take the limos.

Knight, you and Keller
will attack Lopez.

Margot. I'd like you and Jacobs
to attack Corey here.

All right?
Two against one.

[Michael's Voice] Devon,
I've been here two days, and I thought
I'd give you a preliminary report.

Redmond is a genius in denims.

What he doesn't know about terrorism
hasn't been discovered.

Corey is the wise guy.
There's always one in every crowd.

He gets away with it because he's good.

Keller, he's the best driver in the group.

He does things they haven't
thought of in Detroit.

Lopez... Well, he always
has a smile on his face.

He's as tough as
two men twice his size.

Margot is the brains of the group.

In class, she even startles Redmond.

Jacobs is a killing machine, Devon,
through and through.

In short, they're a perfect team.

The kind I'd be real happy
to go into combat with.

The problem is how do I detect
an assassin in a group of trained killers?

The local hangout in town
is called the Buckaroo Club.

I'll meet you there. Maybe one of us
will have a bright idea.

Hello, cowboy.

- Bonnie!
- Howdy, partner.

Trail boss sent me
to round you up.

Thataway.

Did you change your hair
or something?

Devon, you look ridiculous.

Really? I thought
I looked like Gary Cooper.

Michael, we've had a devil of a time
trying to find you tonight.

Say, is this the only pub in this town?
It's country western.

And yeah, it is.
Yes. Very primitive.

And hideously noisy.
Wait, wait.
That's chili!

And believe me, a gourmet
like you wouldn't be interested.

Very unassuming.
And much too simple.

You know, cayenne is
no substitute for cumin.

And all those beans.
Phew.
[Chuckling]

And now, for a progress report.

Do you realize that we're running
very near the edge, so to speak?

Devon, I've tried running it up
the flagpole, but so far,
nobody's saluted.

- Hmm.
- Meaning what?

Meaning that he hasn't had...
any reaction worth talking about.

Meaning that either there is no ringer,
or if there is one,

his nerves are
a lot better than we thought.

Or you're not as obvious as you might be.

Though I find that
very hard to believe.

[Michael]
Bonnie, did he actually
give me a compliment?

Listen, do any of the drivers know
exactly what the mission is yet?

No, of course not. Why should they be
briefed before it's absolutely necessary?

That's true.
But if there is a bad guy...

he would have to know,
wouldn't he?

What a brilliant thought.

Yes, of course he would.

[KITT]
Well, Michael, I guess
we can call it a day.

Not yet, KITT. I want to search
Margot's room.

I've heard that one before.

It'll give you something
to brood about during the night.

[Clattering]
[Grunting]

Ow, that hurts!
It's supposed to...
and are you armed,

or do I have to embarrass
both of us by a frisk?

What are you doin'
in my room?
Would you buy lust?

I wouldn't buy anything, at this point.
Want to tell me why you're packin'
a gun in your suitcase?

Yeah, just as soon as you tell me
why you want to know.

You want to let me go?

Look. We're all in this
to do a job.

Not to spy on one another.

Or are we?

Okay. In this scenario,

Lopez is the bodyguard,
Knight is the V.I.P.

Now, Keller, Corey, Wells and Jacobs
are hunting them down.

The Uzis will be using wax loads.

- Hey, what's the effect of the wax load?
- Well, they sting like hell,

and they leave a nice, red splat,
so you know you're dead.

And when you find 'em,
don't be gentle. A little pain
can be highly motivational.

[Margot]
This could get very interesting.
[Redmond] Knight, Lopez.

Remember, you're gonna have to be
on your toes. It doesn't matter what hat
you pull your particular rabbit out of,

all that matters is survival...
and as for the rest of you,

the hit team... remember,
when you find those two boys,
don't be gentle.

Make 'em remember
that being stupid can hurt.

Okay.! You bozos are stuck...

out in the middle of nowhere,
and you're unarmed.

These people'll give you
two minutes head start.

- Okay, take off.
- So what happened to the two minutes?

Corey, the terrorists don't play fair.
Why should we?

Go! Come on.
[Corey]
All right.

- I'll outflank them.
- Yeah, that's a good idea.

[Both Panting]

I hope you're on your toes, man.

Yeah, it's mutual.

It's a perfect setup.
It's a good thing
their bullets aren't real.

Yeah. Hey. I think
that we better split up.

It'll double our chances.
Yeah, okay.

Go. Good luck!

[Softly]
KITT. If anyone's playin' for keeps,

this would be the perfect time
for them to try.

Get into this area and
monitor everything that moves.

[Whirring]

- [Engine Starting]
- [Beeping]

[Beeping]
Michael, I'm scanning
the area now.

Stand by. I should be able to home in
on your recent communicator.

- [Softly] Come on. Come on!
- [High-pitched Whining]

[Automatic Weapon Firing]

Was that Knight?

[Automatic Weapon Firing]

[Tires Screeching]

Michael, I'm locked onto you.
There. You're due south of my position.

It may take a little time
to reach you.

[Tires Screeching]
[KITT]
Uh-oh.

Michael, there's someone
stalking you. Approximately
150 meters northeast of you.

[Live Shells Ricocheting]

[Yells]

KITT, I was right.
They're using real bullets.

For someone who's been proven right,
you don't sound very pleased.

Wells. What are you doing out here?
Where's your target?

He's in trouble.
Somebody's trying to kill him.
Wait! Are you sure?

Jacobs. I got away.
But he's hunting down Michael,
and Michael's unarmed.

Come on. Let's get
some live ammo.

KITT. You got me
on your scanners?

- Yes, Michael.
- Look, Jacobs is stalking me.

- Can you tell me where he is?
- I believe so, Michael.

There's another person about 12 meters
southeast of your position.

That's all I need to know.

[Sighs]

[Grunting, Groaning]

[Jacobs]
Congratulations, Knight.
You found your assassin.

[Screams]

Are you hurt?
Tell me the truth, Michael.

Devon, I'm fine. My first hunch
was right, though. It was Jacobs.

Has he talked? Who financed him?
Did he...

I'd like to be able
to pick his brain, but...
[Sighs]

Unfortunately, he challenged
an Uzi... and lost.

Well, you'd better start home.
You can catch up in your paperwork...

while I go meet
the Third World leaders.

See you in a few hours, huh?

Okay. Looks like
I'm out of here.

Thank you very much.
Thank you, Mike.
Good luck.

All right.
See you, guys. Thanks.

And you? Thank you very much
for saving my life.

Hmm!

[KITT]
Michael, you're strangely quiet.
Is something bothering you?

KITT, the first day we arrived,

Jacobs tried to kill me before
we put the game plan into action.

Why did he make the try then?

He had no reason to be suspicious
at that point.

Perhaps it was just an accident,
as he claimed at the time.

And perhaps there really
is a tooth fairy, and perhaps
there really is a Santa Claus.

- Go to manual.
- [Beeps]

[Tires Screeching]

- What are you doing, Michael?
- We're goin' back!

We're gonna find out why our game plan
worked so flawlessly.

What's he doin' here?

Jacobs? You look pretty healthy
for a dead man.

[Grunts]
[Margot]
You shouldn't have come back, Michael.

I figured that one out
for myself.

[Groans]

How many of you were
involved in all this?
All of us.

The whole class.
No kidding! Boy, I got
to hand it to you.

That's brilliant.
You set me up, didn't you?

You staged Jacobs's death.
All so I could call Devon...

and everyone breathes
a big sigh of relief.

Right! Then, when security is relaxed,
the Third World leaders are sitting ducks.

Where's Redmond?
He's in town.

He plans on coming back
to escort us to the airfield,

but, uh, I think we're gonna leave
a little bit earlier than that.

You didn't kill him!

Michael, we're professionals.

We only kill people
if we get paid for it.

Or if they get in the way.
One thing still bothers me.

Your dossiers are clean
all the way back. How'd you
get past the security check?

[Chuckles]
Wouldn't you like to know?
[Margot] Leave him alone.

Go out and move his car.
We don't want Redmond
to see it.

[Sighs] We all have
our political beliefs, Michael,

but, uh, sometimes Jacobs
gets a little carried away.

To answer your question,
we had a man on the inside.

Michael? Michael, are you there?

Michael, your audio isn't on.
I can hear you, but you can't hear me.

I'm sorry about this, Michael.

I really am.
Yeah, I bet you are.

You know what? I liked you.
I liked you a lot.

Hmm.
But I think, behind your pretty smile
and your pretty face,

there's nothin'
but a grinning skull.

[Clattering]

You both are forgetting one thing.
You kill me, there's gonna be
a lot of questions.

As far as Devon's concerned,
I'm driving home right now.

Michael, don't give them any ideas.

[Grunting]

He's right, you know?

- There will be questions.
- No kidding.

You don't get bullet holes
cruising down the highway.

Michael, how clever.
You want me to cooperate with them.

- [Beeping Rapidly]
- Perhaps we better arrange
a little accident.

- What kind of accident?
- Lopez, why don't you go see
what's keeping Jacobs?

I think we're gonna
need that car.

Got it!
[Laughing]

I wish there could be
another way, Michael.

Hey, Jacobs! Hey, hey!

What's the matter?
You've gone loco or something?

Yeah, you try
opening the doors.

[Sighing]
I've never seen
anything like it.

Hey, man.
The pressure's getting to you!

I know you're never
gonna believe me,

but I didn't want to hurt you.

It's a little late
for that thought, isn't it?

No. You won't feel any pain.
[Grunts]

[Releases Brake]
Too bad, huh?

The guy wrapped up the big case,
but got totaled in an accident
on the way home.

[Margot]
Whoever said life was fair?

Okay, let's go. We got 30 minutes
until our sitting ducks touch down.

Michael, you're gonna be very proud of me.
I did exactly what you wanted.

I let them drive me up here
and put you inside...

and Michael, you can stop
pretending now.

Michael. Michael?

You're not pretending, are you?
Michael, wake up!

- This should help.
- [Long Beeping, Hissing]

- KITT?
- I see you're awake.

Michael, I'm afraid we have a problem.
Seven-eighths of a kilometer ahead
is a steep drop.

A drop?
Actually, a cliff.

At our rate of speed, we'll pass over
the edge in less than ten seconds.

We will then fall 456 meters
to the canyon floor below.

- Great!
- I may survive the impact.
However, you will not.

- Just hit the brakes!
- I am hitting the brakes.

- [Tapping Floor]
- Stop the car!

I'm trying, Michael.
But the law of gravity takes precedent.

If you're familiar with
Newton's Laws of Motion, then...

- Rotate your turbo-booster.
- [Beeping, Rushing Sound]

[Screeching]

[Gasping]

Okay. That wa...
That's just too close.

And also, a brilliant demonstration
of Newton's Third Law of Motion.

Yeah, great. Grade me later.
Just... Let's get out of here.

- [Beeps]
- [Engine Roars, Tires Screech]

[Laughing]

Come to Mama.

[Pilot On Radio]
Foundation Control, this is Summit One.
Request landing clearance.

[Air Traffic Controller]
Summit One, this is Foundation Control.

Devon Miles is standing by
to greet your party.

You are cleared to land.

[Pilot]
Roger, Foundation. Over.

Welcome. Would you
follow me, please?

[Controller]
Summit One, we are on a strict schedule.
Please clear the runway.

KITT, patch me through to Devon.
I want to warn him.

Sorry, Michael.
I can't get through!

Why? We got to be in range
of the airfield!

We are. But the security precautions
for the Third World leaders...

- include a telephone security code.
- You don't have it?

Human error, Michael.
You told Devon the case was closed.

- Can you break the code?
- Do we have an hour?

We don't have five minutes.

Michael, I have the assassination team
on the scanners.

[Short, Rapid Beeping]
We will overtake them
in a matter of minutes.

Good.! Don't let 'em
out of your sight.

I don't intend to.
Michael, I should point out that
those cars are heavily armored...

and capable of
great rates of speed.

Although I'm more than a match
for any one of them,

five at once could be a problem.

[Michael] In that case,
we'll whittle 'em down one by one.

There they are, KITT.
We're not too late.

This way, please.

[Controller]
Summit Two, please clear the runway.

Summit Three, this is
Foundation Control.
You are cleared to land.

Everybody, we're being pursued.
I don't know how, but it's Knight.

- That's impossible!
- Yeah, well, "Impossible" is following
at about 90 miles an hour!

Pull the limos over.
We'll stop him right here.

- Got it.
- Uh, yeah, that's a roger.

- Uh-oh.
- [Automatic Weapons Firing]

[Bullets Ricocheting]
Okay!
Here we go, KITT.

- [Long Beep]
- [Turbo Igniting]

Whoo! Yeah!

That's two down, KITT.
And three to go.

How very nice to see you.
Won't you come in?

- He's back! He's still there!
- You go on. We'll nail him.

- And then catch up with you.
- Yeah. I got you on the right there.

Michael, they've split up.
Two of them are heading
directly towards us.

I noticed. I noticed.

It's worse than I thought.
The limousines have
reentered the picture.

Michael, all four vehicles
are converging on our position.

They will impact with us
in less than ten seconds.

- [Michael] Not if I can help it.
- [Engines Revving]

Whoo! Yeah!

[Michael] Let's get out of here, KITT,
and save the Third World leaders.

Not to mention our reputations.

Jacobs, where are you?
[Radio Static Hissing]

Jacobs? Corey?

Keller! Lopez!
Are you there?
[Static Hissing]

I'm sure the cars will be here
at any moment, gentlemen.

[KITT]
She's dangerously close
to the Third World leaders, Michael.

[Michael]
We have to, KITT.
I owe that lady.

[Tires Screeching]

[Man] Mr. Miles, there's
a single car approaching.

Stop that gray car
at all costs!

[Bullets Ricocheting]

[Tires Screeching]

[Explosion]

- Hello, Devon.
- What kept you?

- Am I late?
- No.

�� A discouraging word ��

�� And the skies are not cloudy all day ��

- [Laughing, Applauding]
- Oh, Devon! Hi!

Michael, are you
out of your mind?

These people have
a serious and critical meeting.!

Well, that's why they got to unwind!

- I'll be right there, Abdul.
- Devvy! Come on, I'll buy you a beer.

"Devvy"?
Devon!

You represent the Free World
to these people.

You don't want 'em to think
we're all sticks in the mud, do ya?

Come on! Come on!

Now, look here...
[Michael]

�� Home on the range ��

�� Where the deer
and the antelope play ��

�� Where seldom is heard ��

�� A discouraging word ��

�� And the skies
are not cloudy all day �ܢ�

[Cheering]

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

the world of the Knight Rider.