"Michael, I just don't believe this... not with KITT's molecular bonded shell." "That was my first reaction, too." "Then I realized there's only one possible explanation." "Devon, someone found a way to neutralize it." "Impossible." "No one person knows the formula, you know that." "I know that, and I had Bonnie analyze a chip." "Come here, take a look." "It appears to be fragmented." "Devon, it was sprayed with a destabilizing agent... specially formulated to do exactly what it did." "I know where it happened, and when and one of the key players involved." "Dr. Quinlin's doe-eyed little assistant." "Marta?" "Michael, you can't be serious." "I'm dead serious." "Are any of his internal systems still intact?" "I'm afraid we have an enormous job ahead of us." "I see." "What you're saying is, that to all intents and purposes, KITT is dead." "I wouldn't exactly put it that way." "Well, that's the essence of it, isn't it?" "I'm afraid we must face the facts." "Bonnie, you're to return to the Foundation with KITT... and await further instructions." "Michael, you're always complaining about aborted vacations." "Well, now is your chance." "Now?" "Yes, four whole weeks to do with as you please." "What is going on here?" "You just don't throw KITT away like a TV set or a toaster." "And what about the assignment?" "What about the security of Cernium 116?" "As far as security is concerned, I'm satisfied that it is perfectly adequate." "As far as KITT is concerned... well, look at him." "Face the facts." "He's dead." "I'm sorry, but that is my decision." "Michael, send me a postcard." ""Call me Ishmael."" "I beg your pardon." "You remember." "The first line from a classic novel." "You were right, it was Hemingway." "Of course." "I don't believe what just happened." "Michael, what is wrong with him?" "You're not going to believe this either." "But that's not Devon Miles." "Don't ask me what's going on here or how it happened... but that is not Devon." "You're not going back to the Foundation and I'm not going on vacation." "We're gonna stay right here and we're gonna rebuild KITT ourselves." "Michael, you don't just..." "Bonnie, just go with me on this, okay?" "Find a garage." "We've got less than 24 hours before they can move the Cernium." "We've got less than 24 hours to figure out what's going on here." "End of the line." "Wait a minute, where's the alley?" "You'll have to find that on your own." "I've been mugged down here twice." "This is as far as I go now." "That'll be $14.90." "Thanks." "Excuse me, I'm looking for an alley behind a surplus store..." "Yeah, you've got your own problems there, buddy." "Hey!" "Why don't you give me $10?" "I'm a little short on cash tonight, guys." "We'll take whatever you've got, dude." "Every little bit helps." "Come on, give me $10." "Come on, brother." "What's $10 to a dude like you, huh?" "Why don't you give me $10?" "Give me $10!" "Come on, man." "Come on." "Cool it, suckers." "Ain't that the Street Avenger?" "Ain't you the same creeps I stopped just last week?" "No, man." "That wasn't us, was it?" "Come on." "Let's get out of here." "Let's get out of here, quick!" "Let's go." "Come on!" "Run, run!" "You Michael Knight?" "Yeah." "Bonnie said you might get lost." "You look familiar." "We met the other day." "Different alley, similar circumstances." "Yeah." "Follow me." "Bonnie, I found him." "Good." "Hello, Michael." "I'll be right out." "By the way, Reginald Cornelius III, RC3 for short." "RC3." "Hey." "Hey, thanks for that." "No big deal, man." "Excuse me?" "It's rubber." "Yeah, I can see that." "All right, see, what happened is, a few months back... things started getting pretty nasty around here." "So I borrowed this M-16 that my brother brought back from 'Nam..." "You want some coffee?" "No." "All right." "So anyway, I borrow this M-16..." "I get all dressed up like this... and I run around the city calling myself the Street Avenger." "I shot up a couple of gang rides, you know." "No big thing." "Anyway, I made myself the dummy rifle out of rubber." "You do this often?" "Well, not much anymore." "I'm in semi-retirement." "Oh." "Oh, yeah." "How do you like the garage?" "Um..." "It's the cheapest thing I could find." "And given our nonexistent budget, I grabbed it." "Given our nonexistent budget, I love it." "It belongs to RC3's father." "Your dad." "Yeah." "Don't tell me." "RC2." "Any luck this afternoon?" "No." "Marta's gone." "Clothes, dog." "How's KITT coming?" "I think we bit off a little more than we could chew." "Wait a minute." "You said you could get by with the equipment in the semi." "I can to a point." "I can recreate his systems and technology." "But the structural damage was a little bit more than I bargained for." "To repair that, I'd need a fully-equipped machine shop... and skilled technicians." "From your lips to RC3's ears." "Who is this guy, anyway?" "The Street Avenger." "All right." "All right." "Yo, yo, yo." "Come on, man." "Yo." "All right." "All right, now, Bonnie, say hello to your new pit crew." "Hey, guys, this is the boss, Bonnie." "Now, this tall guy is Michael." "Obliged, how you doing?" "All right, now this is how it is." "Okay, now listen." "I answer to Bonnie, you answer to me." "And this is the patient." "Let's check it out." "All right now, just cause this is the ghetto... does not mean that there's no talent down here." "Don't let the way these guys look fool you." "These brothers are bad." "Well, Cinderella, looks like your wish came true." "Now, now, you must eat." "You must keep up your strength." "You still have an important role to play." "And, trooper that he is, I'm sure he'll do an admirable job." "Cheer up, you won't be here much longer." "Taxi!" "Mr. Miles!" "Mr. Miles!" "Excuse me, do I know you?" "Yes, it's Marta Simmons." "Marta, I hardly recognized you." "Where is Michael?" "Have you seen him?" "Is he all right?" "Yes, of course." "He's a bit banged up but he's all right." "Is something wrong?" "Yes, there is." "But I can't talk to you here." "If any one from Thortex sees me..." "There, there, my dear." "Come with me." "No, I..." "We'll find somewhere safe, where we can talk." "Come, you'll be safe with me." "Come." "No, I can't." "No, I can't." "Please, my dear, I want to help." "You'll come with me and we'll phone him together." "No, Mr. Miles, you do it." "Just tell him that I have to talk to him." "As soon as I find a safe place, I'll call you." "All right, hey, you guys!" "Guys, we can't take this long to tear it down." "Yeah, come on!" "Let's go." "Let's move it." "If I could just find Marta." "She's the key to all this." "Why, so she can set you up for another execution?" "Roger." "What does that mean?" "Double A Kennels?" "Yes, hello." "I'm calling to check on the condition of a patient." "It's a little dog." "He's being fixed today." "His name is Roger." "I know it's a personal question, but I'm a very close relative." "All right, thank you." "Bon Vivant Kennels?" "Hi." "So, Michael Knight has apparently not gone on vacation." "Bonnie Barstow has not returned to FLAG headquarters." "And now I learn this Marta Simmons you recruited... is running about the city talking to anyone who will listen!" "You told me she was beyond question." "She'd never failed before." "Neither have I." "I won't again, I promise you." "Then find her." "Quickly!" "This steel wall has a seam here." "It opens onto the subway tunnel." "It should make it 20 to 25 % more vulnerable." "What about the security system?" "There's an emergency manual alert here." "It seals off the entire vault area." "And access via the palm print?" "This overrides it." "Good." "Nice day." "Devon told me you were on a tropical vacation." "What did you do?" "Trade your ticket in for burglars' tools?" "Okay, so you don't like me." "Except for the fact that you're the daughter of a man I respected..." "I don't like you very much either." "But we got something in common here." "Yeah, we're mammals." "Look, I don't have time for your cute little insults right now... so I'll get right to the point." "There's a group of people who intend to steal your precious Cernium 116." "That's impossible." "The vault's impenetrable." "Nothing is impenetrable." "I know the machine they intend to use, and I know the man." "Jennifer, the man is Devon Miles." "You know, you really should go on vacation." "You need one." "Jennifer, listen to me." "I'm telling you, the man you're dealing with, the man you're trusting... is not the real Devon Miles." "It's amazing." "It really is!" "Not only do you look like my brother Garth, but you think like him." "Oh, that's it." "That's the reason you hate me so much." "I remind you of your brother Garth." "It's a good place to start." "You're virtually a reincarnation of him." "Garth was a criminal." "Flip sides of the same coin." "Cops and criminals, sinners and saints." "Just like Garth, you're hooked on action... to the point of inventing it if it doesn't exist!" "I'm not inventing this." "It's my resignation." "And what do you want in return?" "I want you to believe me." "Jennifer, I'm telling you, the man you're trusting is not Devon Miles." "Now, if this Cernium 116 is as valuable as you say it is, don't trust him." "You're asking a lot." "Yeah." "I'm offering a lot." "Everything that's important to me... everything I believe in, it's right there." "All right." "All right, I'll do what you ask." "But don't expect me to trust you." "Your father did." "He's dead." "Not as long as FLAG is alive." "Oh, sorry." "Royale Hotel, please." "6th and Evans." "How's Roger?" "A little less excitable?" "Michael." "What are you doing here?" "I've been looking everywhere for you." "Yeah, I'll bet you have." "We got some talking to do." "Michael, I want to." "That's why I've been looking for you." "I want to tell you everything." "It's the truth." "Yeah, I've heard that too many times from too many people." "Marta, you lied to me" "You set me up." "And what's worse, you set Devon up." "Michael, they asked me to pose as Dr. Quinlin's assistant." "I didn't know what they were planning." "What happened to his real assistant?" "She's all right." "She thinks she won a three-month cruise around the world." "Nordstrom arranged it." "Really?" "What did Nordstrom arrange for you?" "She's not in her room." "Let's check that patio restaurant." "Nordstrom." "Everything seems to come back to him." "Did Hower talk about Nordstrom much?" "No, hardly at all." "I think he's afraid of him." "Why?" "I think they've done something to Devon." "I know it sounds real crazy, and I don't know how... but I think they've reproduced him." "I mean, there's a guy walking around that looks like Devon... and talks like Devon, but it's not him." "Oh, no, Michael, I went to see him." "He asked me to call him when I got settled and I did." "Come on, let's get out of here." "It's not a good place for us to be." "Come on, come on, come on!" "Over there, come on." "Come on, let's go." "Come on, let's go." "Get down!" "Go on, go on, go on, get down!" "...put a little spray over here." "Wow!" "This is great!" "It's a car again." "This is..." "These guys are good." "Man, I told you they were bad." "See, with all the unemployment around... they don't get a chance to show their stuff very often." "So when they do, look out!" "Michael, I am telling you, this car is going to do some great things." "Fantastic!" "I can't wait." "Where's Marta?" "She's in the semi with Bonnie." "Man, if Bonnie could write checks as quick as she writes blueprints... we could build us a whole fleet of KITTs." "Work on the car." "All right, thanks." "Yo, Steve, Steve, man, give my man a little room with that arc." "You're gonna burn him to a crisp." "Hey?" "Excuse me, Rembrandt." "What happened?" "He's not there." "What about Dr. Quinlin?" "He's not there either." "I got in." "I got up to the second floor... where the security wing is, just like you said." "I even managed to get into the room where they were keeping him... but he's gone." "Michael..." "Now look, wait." "I honestly believe that he's still alive." "My guess is they've got something in mind for him." "Some kind of purpose that ties in to... whatever they're planning for Cernium 116." "Bonnie, how's KITT coming?" "We're running out of time here." "We're working as hard as we can around here, Michael." "I've had to integrate some concept changes into him." "Without his molecular bonded shell he's just too vulnerable." "What concept changes?" "I think we can get a 40% increase in speed." "Forty percent?" "Improved maneuverability and a new braking system to handle the increases." "Bonnie, that is incredible." "I have a surprise for you." "KITT?" "He has no preceptors yet but I'll let him know you're here." "Michael, is that you?" "Yeah, it's me, buddy." "He can't hear you." "Oh, okay." "Tell him I'm fine... and I'm looking forward to working with him." "Me, too, bro." "Sickbay ain't my style." "I'm the Knight Industries Two Thousand, sure enough." "Ready to ramble, ready to roll, ready to strut my stuff." "Does he always talk like that?" "No." "Absolutely not." "Does he always talk like that?" "No." "He's just picked up a few colloquialisms during his reprogramming." "I'm working on it." "Speaking of working..." "Oh, yeah." "Look." "Let's get out of here and get a cup of coffee." ""Strut my stuff."" "Maybe you should just go to the police." "With what?" "We don't have any real evidence at all." "The only edge we got here is KITT." "They think he's dead." "Michael, I've told you everything I know." "Now, you told me everything you think you know." "Now I need all the rest." "Anything you might have heard." "Any conversation by telephone, anything that's gonna give us a clue." "Wait a minute." "What did Hower call it?" "What?" "The place he was going to meet Nordstrom." "You said it was a restaurant." "Oh, yeah." "Someplace called The Foundry." "Are you sure it was a restaurant?" "What else could it be?" "Marta, did he say it was a restaurant?" "No, no, I just assumed it was." "Why?" "Come on." "There no local restaurant or business called Foundry." "Or a local Thortex subsidiary." "It's a shell company, Michael, it's a paper corporation." "I'm sorry." "Try Nordstrom." "What's his first name?" "Philip." "Philip." "Philip Nordstrom." ""President of Thortex, Inc."" "It's the same thing, it's a closed corporation." "Wait a minute." "He also owns half-interest in a company that designs and manufactures... anti-assault vehicles." "The Foundry." "Okay, I'm out of here." "This side up a little." "Hey, RC, you got some wheels I can use?" "Yeah, it's right out back." "Now, it ain't much, but it's a rag top with 320 horses." "...patch it up right here a little bit." "Let me just work out..." "Wonder how he'll like riding my convertible." "We should reach the target area by 6:30... the departure area by no later than 7:00." "Make sure Dr. Quinlin's aboard the plane in plenty of time." "I could have him sedated and carried on." "It would be easier..." "No, no sedatives." "I want to arrive with one of the world's top nuclear physicists... not a limp, drooling old man." "Where are they?" "Where's Devon Miles?" "Where did he go?" "Who're you?" "You don't have enough air for questions, only answers." "Now, where is Devon Miles?" "All right, Bonnie, listen to me." "They got Devon." "And they got the armored vehicle that nearly destroyed KITT." "They are heading towards the vault through the subway system." "I want you to call security and alert them." "I'm on my way back." "Have KITT ready." "I know that." "I know that." "I wish we had a choice here, but we don't." "Even if he's at only 50%, that's 50% more than I've got now." "Okay amigos, ready to roll in 15 minutes!" "What?" "15 minutes?" "You crazy?" "You're sure this is ready for transportation?" "Good morning." "Good morning." "I wasn't expecting you so early." "I understand the Cernium is to be moved." "I wanted to be here for the grand event." "Preparations are almost complete." "It won't be much longer now." "How much longer?" "Not more than half an hour." "I want all of you upstairs on perimeter security." "I'll remain here." "Devon, I don't understand." "If you're preparing to move the Cernium, why do you strip security?" "My dear Jennifer, you asked me to provide security." "Please allow me provide it." "I have one or two things to check." "I will secure the area and meet you upstairs." "Who are you?" "It's a long story and I'm short on time." "And for that matter, so are you, my dear." "RC!" "Hey, the main man." "We're almost finished." "Where's Bonnie?" "One second, Michael." "Come on, guys, move like you're hearing sirens!" "Supper's in the backseat and Mama's home hungry!" "RC3, what's this button?" "What button?" "This one, marked "C."" "Come on, guys, I got to go." "All right, all right." "Except for some fringe programs, he's fully operational." "Michael, wait." "I developed two new systems." "They won't make up for the loss of his molecular bonded shell... but they may help." "Thanks, Bonnie." "Thanks, fellas." "RC!" "Supper's in the back seat and Mama's home hungry." "Yeah." "Hey, buddy, welcome back!" "Thank you, Michael." "It's certainly good to be back." "Plot me the fastest route to the vault, will you?" "Right away, Michael." "How do you feel?" "I feel fine." "Michael, may I ask you a question?" "Shoot." "How do I look?" "Some things never change." "According to Bonnie... my new Super Pursuit Mode and E.B.S... produce an altered configuration." "According to Bonnie, Super Pursuit Mode also gives us 40% more speed." "But what's this E.B.S?" "Emergency Braking System." "I'm quite anxious to see how I'll look." "Unless I missed my guess, you'll get a chance real soon." "I have it, Michael." "May I suggest you try my new Super Pursuit Mode?" "Why not?" "If we ever needed an edge, it's right now." "Well, what do you think?" "Wow!" "I take it you're pleased." "Pleased?" "Are you kidding?" "I'm knocked out!" "Estimated time of arrival has been reduced... from 14 minutes to eight minutes, 20 seconds." "Terrific." "It's not working." "Use your weapon." "No good." "Get around back." "Tom, Jim, get in here." "Now you see your ultimate value." "A scapegoat." "The assumption being you masterminded the theft of the Cernium... accidentally blowing yourself and Miss Knight up in the process." "That assumption will divert attention from my escape... and my plans for our precious new element." "So, I bid you goodbye and thank you." "Move back!" "Move it, move it, move it!" "You got some serious speed here, pal." "Why don't we try our Emergency Braking System?" "Good thinking, Michael." "Beautiful." "Beautiful." "KITT, what's this button marked "C" over here?" ""C?" I have no idea." "Probably something Bonnie forgot to tell us about, huh?" "All right, give me a scan and infrared on the vault, will you?" "Michael, the vault has already been entered through the sub-basement wall!" "What about the Cernium?" "None whatsoever, but I'm picking up... an explosive timing device inside the vault... and my heat sensors indicate two people." "It's gotta be Devon." "Can you micro jam it?" "It's mercury weighted." "An attempt could set it off." "How much time's left?" "Forty-seven seconds." "Goodbye!" "On the wall to your left, Michael!" "In the nick of time, as they say." "KITT, give me little help with these cuffs, will you?" "Right away, Michael." "Michael, they've got the Cernium!" "I heard them talking." "Philip Nordstrom is a total fabrication." "Even his face was produced by laser reconstruction." "He was Dr. Von Furst's initial subject." "You're losing me." "Philip Nordstrom is an international terrorist." "He disappeared some years ago, and he was thought to be dead." "But he's very much alive." "Now if he succeeds in getting the Cernium out of the country..." "I read you now." "I'm on my way." "I'll let you take care of Jennifer." "Between you and me, her silence is a treat." "I haven't got a key." "All right, if the Juggernaut was driving surface streets... we'd be picking up police reports." "KITT, scan the area for a truck with a serious overload." "Right away, Michael." "I have one!" "All right." "Good work." "Now, check for an airstrip or a pier nearby." "Both within a mile, but Lake Michigan... only connects with the other Great Lakes." "There's an airstrip south of Soldier Field." "All right." "That's gotta be it." "Plot me a course." "Let's hit Super Pursuit Mode again." "By all means." "If I do say so, I'm quite pleased with my new look." "Well, I'm pleased that you're pleased, KITT." "Believe me, I'm pleased." "Mr. Nordstrom, I don't believe it!" "Stop him, once and for all!" "Looks like we got a fight on our hands, partner." "My Comprehensive Configuration Analysis... denotes no outward weak spots in that monster." "An explosive Contact Detonator... has been added to the ramrod since our last meeting." "That's the bad news." "Michael, don't forget, I have no molecular bonded shell." "No, but we learned a few things since our last encounter." "All right, let's not use Super Pursuit Mode unless we have to." "Let's go." "Michael, the plane!" "Got you, pal." "How long will it take that plane to swing around for another takeoff?" "I estimate 22 seconds, Michael." "That's exactly how much time we got to get rid of that ramrod." "All right, let's slow it down." "Let him stay close to us." "Get ready for a little oil slick." "Turbo!" "Phew!" "All right, they got a head start." "It's a real good time for Super Pursuit Mode." "Oh, good." "Patch me into the plane." "You're patched in, Michael." "All right, folks, everybody out." "It's all over." "Hand me that microphone." "I have Dr. Quinlin." "Any further interference and I'll kill him." "All right, the cops are on the way." "I can keep you here indefinitely." "The Cernium 116 won't stay stable indefinitely." "It's your move." "I was hoping you'd do that." "Stay right there." "Right there." "Beautiful." "All right, now if you'll all just move in... a little tighter, we'll get a nice family portrait." "KITT, would you do the honors, please?" "My pleasure, Michael." "Beautiful." "Yeah, by the way, "Call me Ishmael."" "From Herman Melville." "Devon, what is the mystery here?" "It's just a little button with a little letter "C" on it." "Why won't you let me push it?" "Michael, I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait." "I promised RC3." "Jennifer..." "I have learned two things from this recent incident." "One is to be patient... and not interfere with things I know very little about." "And the second is your name is Michael Knight." "Spelled just like mine... and I'm very grateful and proud that it is." "Then tell the other employees here to let me push the button." "Hey, look who's here." "You ready for the great moment?" "I'm ready." "I'm ready, already." "All right, is this..." "What, is this some kind of joke?" "I mean, are you in on this, too?" "As I understand it, Michael, I am it." "Countdown." "Three, two, one." "C button!" "C button." "That's incredible!" "Whoa!" "Michael, I love it, but is it me?" "It is now." "Who do I thank for this?" "Man has to have a rag roof and at least 400 horses under him... or life is just regular." "Well, speaking of life's necessities... a man has to have a job and a future." "What do you say to that, Reginald?" "With you?" "With the Foundation for Law and Government." "I'm offering you a job, not an adoption." "I'll take it!" "Good." "All right." "Thank you, Michael." "For what, buddy?" "Getting me away from RC3... before he tried to break that bottle of champagne on me." "Let's do it." "Why not?"