All language subtitles for Knight rider s02e017

Bringing up the rear
are McNamer, Hart,

and a big black car.

First you write
to the Foundation

that someone murdered Danny.

Now you try and knock him out
of the race yourself.

Meet the Eighth Wonder
of the World.

Lee, what do you think
caused the accident?

A clown named Kelly Travis

who was busy hot-dogging
his way up the mountain.

I'm gonna have to
teach you some manners.

KITT, we're slipping!

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.

These are the
weapons of a modern-day gladiator

a participant in
the most rugged sport.:

motorcycle racing.

Hey, as far as I'm concerned,

this is all
safety experts' hype.

I've been racing
for five years

without a bad spill,

and all I need is
my trusted helmet.

Duvall!

This is my buddy Kelly.

He's always wanted
his picture on a cereal box.

Well, now he knows how
the cereal feels.

Well, try this,
cornflake.

Come on, come on.

Get your buns
and bikes out there

before they
start without you.

Is it okay to say
"buns" on television?

How's it
feel having a big sister

around at the races
to clean up after you, Kelly?

Hey, have you ever tasted
Sabrina's tuna casserole?

It was a matter of
national security

to keep her out
of the kitchen.

Hey! Have you ever seen
these two guys eat?

that you've been
hot-dogging lately.

Hey, you call it
hot-dogging.

I call it getting an edge.
I take chances.

How else am I gonna win
against guys like this?

They're good.

The best.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

But tragedy
struck that sunny afternoon

as the racers made their way
up Widow's Mountain

on the last stretch
of the Oakside course.

Wow!

That sure makes me glad
I got KITT's armor

to protect me.

Several of those riders

ended up in the hospital,
Michael.

And young Danny Duvall
was killed.

He was killed?

I saw him race once.
He was a terrific rider.

Since the Foundation's
cosponsoring

this year's competition,

we were really worried
when we got this letter.

This says Danny Duvall
was murdered.

Why? Who wrote this?

I don't know, and there's
no way to trace it.

But even if there's
an outside chance

that the accident
may have been planned,

we have our work
cut out for us.

He means you do.

Particularly since there's an
implication the killer may strike again.

I've programmed KITT with details
of the race and its participants.

So you can review everything on
your way to the Oakside Racecourse.

I know the proceeds
are going to charity here,

but how did
the Foundation get involved

in a tough sport
like motorcycle racing?

Well, you may not
believe this,

but Devon happens
to be quite a fan.

You're right.
I don't believe it.

Well, as a matter of fact,
when he was a boy

he made quite
a name for himself

in the Tourist Trophy Races
in Britain.

Devon?

Devon.

Uh, I'm sorry,
but it's just very difficult

to imagine you in
a little racing outfit,

you know, burnin' rubber
and suckin' up dirt.

Matter of fact,
I was a very keen competitor

in those rough-and-tumbles
in the old days.

They were very stimulating.

Now, several of the racers
from last June

are again competing
in this year's race.

I want you to find out

if there's a murderer
among them, Michael.

And if there is, make sure
he doesn't strike again.

Michael, based on
information April gave me

on motorcycle racing, I must
say I'm completely appalled.

What's the problem,
buddy?

Why is so much
time and money wasted

on a means
of transportation

that has improved very little
since the turn of the century?

I guess a lot of people

just like the feeling
of the open air.

Dust and dirt
is more like it.

If you want wind,
you can simply open a window

without getting
half the roadway in your face.

It sounds like a little
professional jealousy to me.

Jealous?

Of those high-powered
broomsticks on wheels?

Perish the thought.

Let's get an overview
of the track, huh?

Michael, I'm afraid
we'll have more accidents

than we bargained for.

This track is in
no shape for a race.

It's cluttered with debris,
potholes,

large gaping crevices,
and numerous mud puddles.

Sounds like a pretty good
description to me.

You mean that's the way
it's supposed to be?

Yeah, KITT it's like
an endurance test.

They throw everything
but the kitchen sink

at the riders and see
if they get through.

Well, I suppose it's Just what

these overbred bicycles
deserve.

Oh, you think you could
take the course, huh?

I really don't care to dignify
that with an answer, Michael.

There's a guy
walking on the track

with the name
Fontaine on his jacket.

Give me what you got on him.

A Wade Fontaine was involved
in that big accident, Michael.

Well, who would know more about the
crash than someone who was in it?

Wade? Hi, the name's
Michael Knight.

Yeah? Good for you.

Yeah, I'm with one of
the race's sponsors.

I'm keeping
an eye on security.

So?

Some questions have come up
about the accident last June.

Last June?
That's old news, man.

Well, maybe to you,
but I'm still learning.

Tell him how you caused
the accident, Fontaine.

They call him the Trickster.
You know why?

'Cause he knows
every dirty trick

in the book and uses them
on the course.

Carstairs,
go soak your head.

He has a way with words,
doesn't he, girls?

It's been a real pleasure
talking to you.

Both those racers were
inJured in the accident, Michael.

And I can see why.
They're still fighting.

Looks like there's some
unfinished business

floating around here, huh?

Hi, this is
Roger Floyd...

And Darlena Webster.

...inviting you to join us
this weekend on Talkabout

as we go behind the scenes
at the Oakside Charity Race.

We'll see fast bikes...

And racing hunks.

...competing in this $100,000
winner-take-all event.

This will be
a frantic race

over this
incredibly tough track.

Not an enduro,
not a motocross...

That's right, Roger.

I guess you could call it
a "quasi-motocross. "

I had a hunch
she would say that.

We'll be right back
after this word.

What... what was that
"Quasimoto" business?

You're supposed to
stick to the script.

It was a funny ad lib,
Roger.

You're just mad

because you didn't
think of it yourself.

I happen to be known
for my wit, Darlena.

Well, then you should
recognize a good line

when you hear one.

I... I give up.
I give up.

Uh, Roger, wait.

Who's going to do
the commercial tag?

I don't criticize your telecasts.

Please don't
castigate my chassis.

Sure, it's ridiculous,
but it brings in the bucks.

I guess your posters
are on more walls

than Uncle Sam's, huh?

No money
in posters anymore.

It's T-shirts now.

I sold almost as many as E.T.
last year.

Came in second
by only 10,000.

No kidding.

And he can't
even ride a bike.

The fans
don't seem to care.

Listen,

Lee, what do you think
caused the accident last year?

Not a what, a who.

Wade?

No.

A clown by the name
of Kelly Travis

who was busy hot-dogging
his way up the mountain.

You know what gets me?

These showboaters are the ones
get the dolls

and electronic games
named after them.

That's where
the big bucks are.

And that's why I say,
"Promotion is everything. "

Yeah, but Kelly
and Danny Duvall

were supposed to
be best friends.

Hey, when you're competing,
and you ride like Kelly,

anything goes.

But take it from me,
showboating's on its way out.

Carstairs, you might as well
stay in your hotel room

'cause you'll be kicking over
when I'm waving at you

from the top of
Widow's Mountain.

That's Kelly Travis,
isn't it?

Who else?

He'll never learn.

Never.

The garage Kelly
Travis has been renting

is up ahead, Michael.

Okay, buddy.

Really, Michael,
look at that.

Those cars are
dead on their wheels

and yet they're forced
to pull those lazy motorbikes.

It's absolutely outrageous.

Maybe now you'll
appreciate me that much more.

Who are you?

Hi.

Sabrina.

I don't know you.

The name is
Michael Knight.

I work for The Foundation
for Law and Government.

Oh, it's always nice
to meet one of our sponsors.

But, uh,
you could have knocked.

Oh, I did.

Oh, well, then,
what are you doing here?

Actually,
I was looking for Kelly.

What is it
that you want?

Just to talk.

About what?

Danny Duvall.

Danny's dead, and there's
nothing left to talk about.

Look, I know you were friends.
I'm sorry.

Danny and I were engaged.

And there's no one
sorrier than I am.

I was hopin' you could tell me
what happened that night.

Why?

We received
an anonymous letter

saying that said Danny's death
wasn't an accident.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Does Kelly think so?

Why don't we just
leave Kelly out of this?

Well, I've seen
him ride.

He sure can take care
of himself.

Can you tell me
where he is?

He's out on
the highway somewhere.

Thanks.

Michael, I'm picking up
a truck, and two compact cars

but no motorcycles.

He's out here somewhere.

Michael.

I got you, pal.

Piece of cake.

Michael, up ahead.

All right, Kelly,
pull over.

I want to
talk to you.

What are you trying
to pull, big shot?

I thought
it was pretty hot.

Yeah, well, it wasn't,
and neither are you.

Come on, get up.

Come on, get up,
or do I have to pull you up?

You're gonna have to
pull me up, partner

because, you see,
I can't make it alone.

Haven't been able to

ever since that accident
on the mountain.

How can you ride if
it's so painful to stand?

When I'm on the bike,
the pressure's not on my legs.

Isn't there some kind of
surgery that can help you?

Sure, if I want to take
two years out of my life.

You stay away from racing
that long,

you might as well
hang it up.

Anyway, these legs
are the price I pay

for killing
the best friend I ever had.

What if you didn't
kill Danny?

When I was in
third grade, my teacher,

she used to yell at me for
leaning way back in my chair.

But I'd do it anyway.

You know, showing off.

I've been tilting
that chair back ever since.

That day,
I leaned back too far,

and I took
Danny with me.

Kelly, maybe Danny
fell off his own chair.

No way.

He was the best.

I lost control.

That's something
I never did before.

I tell you what,
I'll make a deal with you.

You cool the hot-dogging,

and I'll find out exactly
who's been tilting the chairs.

Michael, this
situation is deplorable.

Unhitch me immediately.

This looks like the place.

Ladies and
gentlemen, we're rolling.

Welcome back to Talkabout.

This is Roger Floyd.

And I'm Darlena Webster.

And we're
talking to you

from the Oakside
pre-race party.

Oh, look, Darlena,

here comes my very good
friend, Lee Carstairs.

Hello, Lee.

Hi.

Lee, is there anything
you'd like to say

about tomorrow's race?

Sure would.

I'd like to announce
that when I win,

I'm donating the entire
proceeds to charity.

Which means
that both the gate

and the purse will
go to a good cause.

You bet.

It's the spirit of giving

that made
this country great, Ralph.

Thank you, Lee.

Thank you.

Lee Carstairs,
ladies and gentlemen.

Good friend, huh?
He called you Ralph.

I know.

See you later, KITT.

I'll be here.

Oh dear, here he comes again.

It's most
disconcerting when a partner

treats you with
less than respect.

You can talk.

I'm not losing my mind.

No.

But I suspect you may,

if you continue
your ill-fated relationship.

D- Do you think I chose

that female flake
in a flak suit?

Do I have any say in this?
Of course not.

But I have to go
out there every night,

in front of
millions of viewers

and make a fool of myself.

How do you think
it makes me...

I don't believe this.

I'm telling
my life story to a car.

I just thought
it was time

that you and I
kissed and made up.

Wade, there's no reason
to make up.

I'm not having
a fight with you.

I just don't like you.

That's 'cause you never got
a chance to know me.

She's never gonna
get that chance

because unless you go outside,
get some air, and dry out,

we're going to have to
pour you on that bike

tomorrow morning.

Don't.

Yeah.

Thanks. He just
doesn't know when to quit.

Yeah, a lot of people
have that problem.

Like me, for example.

What do you mean?

Sabrina, I think
you're the one

who wrote the letter
to the Foundation.

Hey, come on,
everybody, don't be shy.

Let's boogie, huh?

Go home, Kelly.

You're breaking up
the party.

You've been hanging around my
sister again. Lay off, Wade,

or I'll be breaking you up
on that hill tomorrow.

Oh, yeah!
You've got a lot of guts

talkin' about
that mountain, man,

considering it's where
you killed your best friend.

Kelly, no!

Cool down, pal.
Save it for the course.

Little too much celebrating,
huh, partner?

Yeah.

Okay, come on.

Oh, Kelly.

Oh, Kelly,
are you okay?

It hurts.

Just like when
Danny's bike hit me.

It's my body's
way of remembering

what I did to him.

Thanks for covering it
for me in there.

I owe you one.

No, you don't
owe me anything.

But you owe
yourself something.

You're beginning to sound like
my third grade teacher.

Yeah, maybe she was
a lot smarter

than you gave her
credit for, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

Oh, I can start
breathing again.

I was so afraid you
were going to tell Kelly

that I wrote
that letter.

How did you know?

I didn't.

But after reviewing
all the players,

it didn't take
a psychic to see

who lost the most
after Danny died.

Why did you write it?

Well, after the accident,

Kelly promised me
he would give up racing

and I really
believed him.

But then he started
practicing late at night.

Next thing I knew,
he'd entered this race,

like he was driven
by speed demons.

You don't know
how scared I was

that something would
happen to him again.

Wait a minute.

It sounds like
you think

that somebody was
after Kelly that day.

I know how Kelly rides.

And that day
up on Widow's Mountain,

he was different
right before the fall.

Like something was
wrong with his bike.

But I could never
prove it, because Kelly

had the bike scrapped
right after the race.

Michael, this race is
less than 12 hours away.

I'm so scared.

Look, I made a promise
I'd find out

the truth about
what happened.

I don't back out
on my promises.

I'll tell you
a little secret.

I've got some friends
who work nights.

I can't imagine what
you expect to find, Michael.

We've been over
this footage all night,

and it's not
getting any prettier.

It looks to me like
Kelly's doing fine.

I mean,
he's having fun.

All of sudden,
he loses control.

Isn't losing control par for
the course on a steep incline?

No, not for someone
like Kelly.

I've seen this kid ride
with a physical handicap.

And he handles that
bike like an ace.

Without the handicap,
nothing can shake this guy.

There's got to be something
wrong with the bike.

I just can't seem to
put my finger on it.

Michael, it's morning.

Why don't you
sleep on it, huh?

Get a fresh start.

The answer is
right in front of me.

I am not gonna
quit now.

Maybe it'll look
different after some rest.

You know,
that's a good idea.

I need a new way
of looking at this.

KITT, give me an ECU
on the bike.

All right.

Now move it forward,
step by step.

That's what's
been bothering me.

Kelly's front wheel
isn't moving.

Doesn't that defy
the law of physics?

It does in my data banks.

If something jammed
his wheel,

he couldn't handle that bike,
no matter how good he is.

Where are you going?

To make sure his
bike is okay this time.

But what about
the sleep?

Sleep? It's morning.

Looks like we're
not the only ones

interested in Kelly's bike.

Let's get him!

Michael, I'm afraid I'm
not equipped for this terrain.

I have inadequate traction.

Nothing we can do
about it, buddy.

KITT, we're slipping!

I told you, Michael,
I'm not equipped to...

KITT.

KITT, talk to me.

KITT, you all right?

I've never been
so humiliated in my life,

watching that
two-wheeled tarantula

run circles around me.

I told you my tires
had no traction.

We'll talk to
April about it.

What about
that tarantula?

Anywhere in sight?

I'm afraid he's quite
literally left us in the dust.

All right. Give me Devon.

Well, KITT, I hope
this will do the trick.

But don't use them unless
it's absolutely necessary.

If it'll save me
further embarrassment,

it's necessary.

You know what I think?

What?

I think the murderer
was really after Kelly.

I think Danny was
an innocent victim.

Now all I've got to do
is figure out

how the wheel was
frozen and who did it.

I don't understand it.

I mean, we all wanted to win
our rough-and-tumbles.

But it's inconceivable to me
that anyone

would want to kill to win.

Somebody was obviously
more desperate than you were.

Whom do you
suspect at this point?

I don't know,

there's two racers
who still hate Kelly.

One's name is Wade Fontaine.

The other is Lee Carstairs.

But I'm not sure

either one's got
a motive for murder.

Carstairs was badly injured
in the race last year.

I doubt any murderer
would include

himself in the package.

He also said that
he'll give all the money

to charity if he wins.

So he's not after money.

What about Fontaine?

Fontaine thinks
that Kelly stands

between him
and Sabrina.

Of course,
he thinks I do, too.

All right.

The high-traction
drop-downs are ready.

But I haven't had
a chance to test them.

There's only one way
to test them.

Use 'em.

I'm out of here.

Something
about Widow's Mountain

and what Sabrina said
keeps coming back to me.

I'd rather we
forget the whole incident.

Yeah, well, we can't.

It's the idea that
every motorcyclist

has distinctive moves.

KITT, I noticed something

about that rider
this morning.

How quickly
he lost us, I suppose.

Yeah, well, that's because
we weren't ready

for the mountain, all right?

But he didn't seem
to be too sure of himself.

I'm afraid I don't
understand your point.

That rider

was not a pro.

Hey, Kelly.

How's the bike?

Now it's A-one.

Somebody tried playing

the old sweetening game
on my tank,

feeding sugar into
the gas line

to foul up the engine.

It's a good thing
I checked it out.

Where's Sabrina?

She's getting ready
for the race. What's up?

Right before your
accident last June,

do you remember
your front wheel jamming?

Didn't anybody tell you it's
bad luck to talk about accidents

before a race?

Yeah, yeah, well,
it's a lot worse having them.

All I remember is
seeing Danny go down.

And I see it
over and over again.

How could one rider
cause another rider's

wheel to stop turning?

It's easy.

You just shoot a little
aluminum rod out

of a CO2 target pistol
right into the spokes,

it stops everything cold,
and then it disintegrates.

That happen a lot?

Bicycle racers do it
a lot in Europe.

What are you
asking for, anyway?

You gonna
sabotage the race?

Not a chance.

I was going to make sure
nobody else does, either.

Listen, you don't mind

if I gear up in private,
do you?

I don't do it
as easily as I used to.

Yeah.

Listen, good luck
out there today.

I'm pulling for you, huh.

Hi. I figured you were
inside with Kelly.

I thought I'd wait till you
came out to thank you.

Thank me, for what?

Well, for chasing away
the guy who tried to

wreck Kelly's bike.

Kelly told me all about it.

Sabrina, Kelly didn't know
I chased anybody.

Oh, well, we knew
someone came to our rescue.

Why did you do it,
Sabrina?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Now don't play
games with me.

What's really
going on here?

First you write
to the Foundation

that somebody
murdered Danny.

Then you try
and tell me

that Kelly's
really the victim.

Now you try and knock him out
of the race yourself.

What's going on?

I want my brother alive.

I begged you to find
the murderer, but you haven't.

And if Kelly goes
out on that racecourse,

he's fair game.

And I'm not going to sit by
and let somebody kill him.

You're not in charge
of your brother's life.

He's a big boy.

If this race means
that much to him,

you got no right
to stop him.

He's my brother.
I love him.

That gives me
the right.

That's not fair, sis.

I've got to win
this race for Danny.

You can't stop me, Sabrina.

Not if you love me.

Oh, Kelly.

Come on,
you'll ruin your mascara.

See you at the
racetrack, huh?

At the finish line.

How's the security
business, Knight?

Live and well.

How's
the racing business?

Just talked to my agent.

Got a new promotion.
Carstairs cycle.

Great idea, huh?

I get the feeling
you could sell

just about anything.

You can't make
a living just winning races.

Believe me, it's those
endorsements that count.

I'll see you.

I've got to beat
the crowds to the track

so I can walk the course
before the race.

Good luck.

Hi, hotshot,
come here, man,

I've got a bone
to pick with you.

Oh, nothing like
a good night's sleep

to mellow you out,
right?

Oh, yeah?

Hey, listen man,
what's between Sabrina and me

ain't none
of your business.

Well, I don't think it's
any of your business, either.

She's not interested.

Yeah, she was
until you came along.

I doubt that.

Hey, listen, stretch,

I'm gonna have to
teach you some manners.

Gee, I hope you can ride
with that bad hand today.

Come.

Meet the Eighth Wonder
of the World.

The discovery of a car

occurred some years ago,
Roger.

Yes,

but this car talks.

Go ahead.

Say a few words
to my cameraman.

I guess it's not
in a talkative mood.

Come on, metal head,
say something.

But yesterday, I just...

Would you, I... I,
what happened...

Traitor!

That's show biz.

Good
afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to
the Oakside Charity Race.

We need all the riders
to the starting area, please.

I'm Larry Huffman,
we're expecting

some exciting
racing this afternoon

with top riders like
Kelly Travis, Lee Carstairs,

and Wade Fontaine
all here today.

And they are ready to go
for the champagne,

glory, and gold.

The top riders from
across the country

gathered here on
a beautiful afternoon.

The temperature in the 80s,
we've got a fast track,

and we are set for some
very exciting racing.

Hi, and welcome back
to Talkabout.

We're at
the Oakside Charity Race,

which is about to
begin any minute.

Yes, and Roger will be
giving you a blow-by-blow

while I race myself
over to the finish line

to give the lucky first-placer
a great big victory kiss.

Uh, no, Darlena, I'm scheduled
to be at the finish line.

Oh, no, Roger,

do you really think that
these awesome athletes

are going to want
a victory kiss from you?

You've gone too far
this time, Webster!

Oh, slow down!

Cut, cut.

Tough doughnuts, Floyd.
Look, it's done.

And now the whole
country's expecting me

to be
at the finish line.

You're going
the wrong way, bimbo brain.

I've got to
change my attire.

You don't expect me
to be seen in this old thing?

I was doing
Shakespeare before this.

Here, coming
out now, is Kelly Travis.

The line is looking at him.

He's a showboater,
and the crowd likes him.

In the middle of
the front line,

Kelly Travis, Number 25.

The equipment
may have changed,

but the raw excitement
remains the same.

I rather miss it.

Hi.
Hi.

Michael, you still
look worried.

Maybe we should
postpone the race.

No, all I've got
is a feeling.

That's not enough
to cancel all the work

that's gone into this.

No, of course not.

I think it's time to give
the officials the green light.

Why is Kelly doing that?

Ah, it's his style.
Getting attention.

It seems like
an awful lot of trouble.

Well, what they call it
is promotion.

It's the name
of the game around here.

Without it...

Wait a minute.

Promotion.
That might be it.

What do you mean?

I'll talk to you later.

Young gladiators
of racing up on the line now.

You've got to wonder what is
going through their minds.

Number 6, Lee Carstairs,

is certainly
one of the favorites.

Next to him,
Number 11, George Carter.

Then Number 25.
That's Kelly Travis.

A lot of people have
turned out for him.

Number 30,
the incredible Scott Crosby.

Then on the outside,
Wade Fontaine.

Fontaine eyes this star
at the starting area.

And again, very important,

the start for
a race such as this.

There's the start!

Out in front,
down the long straightaway

is Kelly Travis, Number 25.

Running in
second spot, Carstairs,

as they fly over
the giant Jump,

catapulting themselves
into the stratosphere.

Michael, I've
been watching the race

and have come
to the conclusion

that there's
very little difference

between motorcyclists
and lemmings

jumping off cliffs.

Right now, I need
your attention

on something
a little less hairy.

I want you to access

Lee Carstairs'
agency contracts.

Every time I interface
with agency computers,

I come away wanting
to count my circuits.

Must I?

Yeah, just do it. I think
I found a motive here.

In that case,
I'll take a chance.

Out in front, side by side,

Kelly Travis, Lee Carstairs,
and Wade Fontaine.

Into the turn now,

and it's still
Travis in front.

Carstairs,
Fontaine, watch out!

Holy Toledo!
Carstairs and Fontaine crash!

No, it's Fontaine down.

Carstairs moves into second.

Fontaine is up.

Apparently okay, but shook-up.

Just what I thought, KITT.

Every one of Lee's
endorsement contracts

ends this year.

I don't
understand the connection.

Lee said it himself.

Those endorsements
are his bread and butter.

Without them,
he can't make ends meet.

What does that have
to do with this race?

Lee has to win
to reestablish himself

as a champion,

or no advertiser
is going to touch him.

Kelly's the only rider
equal to Lee.

I'll bet you Lee got caught up
in his own sabotage last year

and Danny got
the worst of it.

Are you going
to stop the race?

That's like stopping
a stampede. No, KITT.

You and I have
just become the first

four-wheeled
motorcycle team in history.

Let's try those
high-traction drop-downs.

And it seems
there's no separating

Travis and Carstairs

as they continue
to share the lead

as they have since
the beginning of the race.

Michael, I'm
developing a modicum of respect

for these motorcycles.

This is rather hard
on the frame.

The bones don't have it
any easier, pal.

Looks like I've got

a little challenge
for you, partner.

I hate to do this to you.

That's all right, Michael.
It's for charity.

Hold on,
we're going through.

Hey!

That was great!

Maybe we do have
a future as a racing team!

Heaven forbid, Michael.

Bringing up
the rear are McNamer, Hart

and a big black car.

Michael, my sonar indicates

that water is much deeper
than it looks.

Let's not find out
how deep it is.

Michael, Carstairs is aiming
that device at Kelly.

Carstairs will be
out of commission

for a while.

Michael, Kelly has stopped

at the foot of
Widow's Mountain.

He must have lost
his nerve, KITT.

You've got to get
up that mountain.

I can't.

Listen to me!

What happened last year
wasn't your fault.

It was Lee Carstairs'.

I'm sorry.

Without Danny

I feel too alone
going up there.

You won't be alone, Kelly.

I'm going with you.

Michael, the other racers
are only 20 seconds behind.

All right, KITT.

Let's see what those
high-traction drop-downs

can really do, pal.

Kelly Travis, Number
25, riding the race of his life!

Look, this is my show, buster,
so don't tell me what to do.

I'm gonna go right
down here on the line,

so that I can be
the first to see the winner.

Let's see that
on instant replay.

You did it, kid.

No, we did it.

Well, Michael, the race
was a complete success.

The proceeds far exceeded
Devon's expectations.

Great.

Too bad Kelly had to
forfeit his win

because he had help.

Well, I think he won far more
than just a race yesterday.

Yeah, I guess our little
last minute entry

didn't hurt too much.

No, as a matter of fact,
I've had dozens of calls

from promoters
begging for KITT's services.

Don't tell him that.

It'll go straight
to his head.

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, we wanted to thank you
for everything, Michael.

And I want you
to have this.

I've decided that I'm
going to have that surgery.

Then I'm gonna try
and find something else

to put my energies
into besides racing.

Well, I hope
they can stand you.

You've got
a lot of energy.

Thank you very much,
really.

Bye-bye.

Take care.

Bye, April.

It's something, huh?

Pretty nice.

You know, these races
have sparked my interest

in fresh air
once again.

Well, I'll see you
later at the Foundation.

Wow!

Whoo!

Honestly, the fact
that Devon would choose

that two-wheeled can opener

over the comfort
of an automobile

is completely mystifying.

You may have
a point there.

I think we should
demonstrate

the superiority of
a four-wheeled machine.

Michael, you wouldn't.