"(Male narrator) Knight Rider, a shadowy flight..." "Into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist." "Michael Knight, a young loner..." "On a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent..." "The helpless, the powerless..." "In a world of criminals who operate above the law." "(Guard) Come on, sweetheart." "It's 6:00 in the morning." "Give me a break." "Can't this wait till I get home?" "You don't have to tell me how serious this is." "I know how serious this is." "I don't care what Ellen says..." "I wasn't flirting with her sister." "I barely know her." "Recognize the man in the booth?" "(Man) It's not Frank." "We don't have control of the guard booth." "Our man's not here." "I understand." "Yes, sir." "[Whirring]" "[Beeping]" "[Clanging]" "What the..." "I'll call you back." "Hello, police?" "(Guard) No!" "(Female operator) I'm sorry, your call could not be completed as dialed." "Please check the directory and dial again." "(KITT) "Call me Ishmael." (Michael) What?" "Our game, Michael." "Don't tell me you've forgotten already." ""Call me Ishmael." Everyone knows this book." "All right, "Call me Ishmael." Let's see, that's gotta be..." "Sounds like Hemingway." "Wrong." "Good morning, Michael." ""Call me Ishmael." I beg your pardon?" "The first line of what novel?" "Moby Dick by Herman Melville." "Everyone knows that." "Oh, man, it was on the tip of my tongue." "What's up?" "I'm going to ask you..." "To postpone your present assignment..." "And meet me as soon as possible in Chicago." "Sounds serious." "Yes, I'm afraid it is, on several fronts." "A Foundation-Sponsored laboratory has inadvertently produced..." "A mysterious, powerful new isotope..." "Which needs safeguarding during a temporary layover in Chicago." "Babysitting." "Sounds like a piece of cake." "It's not as simple as it sounds." "Cernium 116 is volatile and potentially dangerous." "So, unfortunately, is the second front." "What's the second front?" "The Knight Foundation's annual Board of Directors meeting..." "Is scheduled for this afternoon..." "And you have been requested to attend with me." "Oh, Devon, anything but another black-Tie affair." "Come on, tell them KITT and I..." "Tell them we're not feeling well." "I'm afraid you don't understand, Michael." "Wilton Knight's daughter, Jennifer..." "Has resigned from the President's Advisory Council..." "To take a more active interest in the Knight Foundation's operations." "No kidding." "I didn't think she was interested in FLAG." "You'd be surprised just how interested." "Number one on her agenda is to phase out the Foundation for Law and Government." "(KITT) Michael, I don't understand." "Neither do I." "Where were you?" "You were supposed to be at the booth." "He wasn't." ""Why" is irrelevant." "Jim, I was on my way." "I got a flat tire." "I called tow service, the guy said 10 minutes." "[Quavering] Jim, tell him, please." "Come on, it wasn't my fault." "I swear..." "Frank." "[Frank groaning]" "Mr. Nordstrom, I... [continues groaning]" "This is mechanical perfection." "I expect that from everyone and everything." "Now, when will the additional armor... and the contact detonating tip be ready for testing?" "With any luck, sometime before 2400 hours tomorrow night." "Mr. Hower, we've been presented with a unique opportunity." "The isotope Cernium 116." "If we lose it, it's gone forever." "Yes, sir." "The point is, sometime before 2400 hours tomorrow night... with or without luck." "(KITT) Ah, Chicago." "The Windy City, a toddling' town." "You seem awfully chipper considering what Devon said." "I can't believe it's a real possibility, Michael." "I've come to the conclusion it's much ado about nothing..." "Which, though not from a novel..." "I know, I know, it's the title of a play by Willie Shakespeare." "Really, Michael?" "All right." "William Shakespeare." "Thank you." "Don't mention it." "[Beeping]" "I'm picking up a robbery alarm on the police band, Michael." "Two males, Caucasian, one is six foot, denim jacket..." "The other in a sweatshirt, and something quite odd." "What's the odd part?" "They're being chased by a man wearing a strange costume." "It could be that "Street Avenger" we've been hearing about." "All right, let's give him a hand." "[Engine revving]" "(Man) Hey, man!" "Through that alley on the left, Michael." "All right, I'll take it on foot!" "[Tires screeching]" "[Grunting]" "[Police sirens wailing]" "Right on." "Hi." "I'm here to see a gentleman by the name of Devon Miles." "(Concierge) Is he expecting you?" "Yes, he is." "My name is Michael..." "(Devon) Michael!" "It's all right, he's with me." "Thank you." "Hi." "Hello, how are you?" "Good." "You'll need this ID card." "Okay." "You made very good time." "Well, I had to." "The suspense is killing me." "Yes, it is exciting, isn't it?" "No, I'm talking about Jennifer Knight and the board of directors." "Yes, of course." "Well, all in due time." "First, I have to show you something." "We bombarded a mass of plutonium with titanium ions... thereby creating a new isotope." "What's that in English?" "That is English." "Oh." "[Sensor pulsing]" "May I introduce Cernium 116." "Fortunately, it's encased in lead... because preliminary tests indicate... it's more radioactive than uranium." "It may turn out to be the scientific discovery of the decade." "Devon, why the layover in Chicago?" "And how long?" "It was merely a precautionary measure, Michael." "We're still charting its half-Life." "Our best guess is somewhere between 36 and 48 hours." "Thank you." "It proven to be a highly unstable material... transportable only in its inactive cycle." "Meaning it's active right now." "Yes." "Preparations are being made at Bergen Rock Laboratories... for its permanent home." "I think we'd better go, we don't want to keep the Board waiting." "Heaven forbid." "Excuse me, Mr. Miles." "An urgent message for you, sir." "Thank you." "You're to report immediately to Dr. Jonas Quinlin's residence." "I have a cab waiting." "It's impossible." "I have an important meeting in 15 minutes." "Sir, they did say it was urgent." "Devon, who is Dr. Quinlin?" "One of the top nuclear physicists." "He dates back to the Manhattan Project." "We're bringing him in as a consultant." "Sounds to me like you should go." "What about the meeting?" "I'll be fine, you know." "Best behavior, I promise." "Decorum at all costs." "At all costs?" "Absolutely." "[Doorbell ringing]" "[Dog yapping]" "(Marta) Come in, please." "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon." "I'm Devon Miles." "I have an appointment with Dr. Quinlin." "Oh, he isn't here." "I received an urgent message from him." "I was pulled away from a most important meeting." "Oh, I'm sorry, there must be some mistake." "He left for a conference downtown." "I'm Marta Simmons, Doctor Quinlin's assistant." "How do you do?" "The conference is at Thortex." "Are you familiar with the city?" "I'm afraid not." "It's been some time." "Well, if you'd like, I'd be very happy to drive you over." "No, thank you." "But if you'd be kind enough to call a taxi for me?" "Yes, certainly." "[Dog whining]" "Keep the change." "Thank you very much." "I'm Devon Miles." "I want to see Dr. Quinlin, please." "One moment, please." "(Nordstrom) Send him up." "Excuse me, are you one of the chauffeurs?" "No." "My name is Michael Knight." "I'm from the Foundation for Law and Government." "I see." "Of course." "Gentlemen." "[Men chattering]" "You'll be notified when your presence is requested." "Good afternoon, Mr. Miles." "Dr. Quinlin!" "What's the meaning of this?" "I wouldn't concern myself with meaning right now, if I were you." "I'd concern myself with survival." "[Birds chirping]" "(Lloyd) I understand that Devon Miles won't be attending." "(Michael) Yes, sir." "Devon had to attend... an emergency meeting with Dr. Quinlin." "I see." "This particular segment of the meeting... has been requested by Miss Knight... so I respectfully turn the chair over to her." "Thank you, Mr. Lloyd." "Gentlemen, I'll get right to the point." "Generous though the Knight Foundation's resources may be... they are finite." "They demand choices." "We find ourselves on the cusp of a new age." "An age of technology, of quantum leaps in pure and applied research." "Witness the discovery of Cernium 116." "If we use this gift... we have within our grasp the resources to help change the world." "If we simply spend it... all we'll do is continue to fund a project like FLAG." "To borrow a phrase, gentlemen..." ""A picture is worth a thousand words."" "(Jennifer) Jeffrey." "[Tires screeching]" "What you see here is a waste of resources." "Human and otherwise." "State-Of-The-Art technology to support... a James Bond fantasy run amok." "Mr. Knight?" "You know, I wasn't sure about what was gonna come down here." "I considered all possibilities, except... an outright indictment of FLAG... and the people who make it work." "It turns out I'm really glad that Devon's not here." "This stuff would break his heart." "That's a cheap shot!" "Gentlemen, I wasn't born into money or to influence..." "I don't have a PhD in Physics... and I'm not exactly sure... what "cusps of a new age" means, or "quantum leaps."" "(Michael) Sounds great." "I hope it happens." "In the meantime, I agree the world needs help." "There's war, there's starvation, there's disease." "Any feeling human being wants to see it end." "Your father, Wilton Knight, felt the same way." "But he also felt very strongly about the law." "And about the rights of the individual." "Your father, on his deathbed, took my hand... and he bequeathed to me the belief... that one man can make a difference." "That's what FLAG is all about." "One man can make a difference." "That's what I'm about." "And whether you people approve of our methods... it's necessary to get the job done." "That's it." "[All chattering]" "[Inaudible]" "This is obviously a complex and highly charged issue." "And, due to circumstances, we've not yet... had the benefit of Devon Miles' thinking." "I therefore postpone a final decision until Friday." "However, until that time..." "I propose that funds for FLAG be suspended... and that its operative, Michael Knight, be placed on probation." "What exactly does that mean?" "It means no more notoriety... no more stunts, no more car chases... no more James Bond fantasies." "(Devon) This is insane." "Is it insane to reproduce the one man... responsible for security at the vault?" "The one man to whom Jennifer Knight..." "looks with total confidence?" "You're wasting your time." "By the time plastic surgery heals... the Cernium will be secure at Bergen Rock." "I cannot work with him talking." "The measurements must be precise." "You listen, I'll talk." "When we're finished, Mr. Elliott over there... will look exactly like you, in every detail." "You see, this isn't plastic surgery." "This is a concept borrowed from the future." "Laser reconstruction." "It requires no surgery... and the results are virtually immediate." "Your time is over." "(Doctor) Back." "[Barking]" "Roger, come back here!" "What are you doing?" "Yes?" "Hi." "My name is Michael Knight, I'm a colleague of Devon Miles." "Oh, yes, yes." "Won't you come in?" "Thank you." "If he and Doctor Quinlin aren't too busy, I'd like to see him for a minute." "He isn't here." "That is, Dr. Quinlin." "I'm afraid there was a big mix-Up in plans today." "Look, would you excuse me?" "I'm just gonna stick him in the other room." "Sure." "You know, he's not usually like this." "[Roger whimpering] There you go." "[Sighs]" "I think he knows he's having an operation tomorrow." "Nothing serious, I hope." "He's being fixed." "[Groans]" "They tell me it'll make him less excitable." "Yeah, I imagine so." "Any idea where I can find Devon?" "Well, Dr. Quinlin had a meeting at a place called Thortex... and Mr. Miles took a taxi over there." "Is something wrong?" "I don't know." "I just haven't heard from Devon in a couple of hours." "It's just not like him." "Where's Thortex?" "Well..." "Well, look, I have some messages for Dr. Quinlin." "If you like, I'll drive you over there." "Tell you what, we'll split the difference." "I'll drive you." "Okay." "(Michael) My name is Michael Knight... and this is Marta Simmons, Dr. Quinlin's assistant." "We're here to see the doctor and Devon Miles, please." "One moment, please." "Ardell, come here." "What, what, what?" "Will you look at this T-Top here?" "Man, how many times I gotta tell you?" "It ain't new." "You're gonna rip a car, it might as well be new." "Yeah, but Ardell, it's in great shape." "Look at the..." "Shape!" "So what?" "Who cares?" "Sugar Ray Leonard's in great shape, but he's retired." "Dig?" "Come on." "What "dig"?" "I'm talking about cars... you're talking about Sugar Ray Leonard?" "What is..." "You know, I don't understand you sometimes." "Whoever accused car thieves of having taste?" "Sugar Ray Leonard indeed!" "I'm Jim Hower." "I'm afraid neither Dr. Quinlin nor Mr. Miles are here." "Where are they?" "I really couldn't say." "They left together over an hour ago." "Maybe they're back at the house." "No, Devon would have called me in the car." "Who did they meet with?" "Are you always this persistent?" "Are you always this evasive?" "[Marta laughs]" "Gentlemen, please." "I'm sure everything is all right." "She's sure, I'm not." "Now, once again, who did they meet with?" "Wait here." "I share your dream." "I know you do." "Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't..." "What is it?" "Trouble downstairs." "That guy who works with Devon Miles, Michael Knight... he won't take no for an answer." "Stall him." "I'll be with Elliott in the security room." "Yes, sir." "Anything else?" "No." "Yes." "Next time, knock before you enter." "Mr. Knight." "They're trying to locate him now." "Excuse me, Mr. Knight?" "It's Devon Miles for you." "Devon?" "Michael, what are you doing at Thortex?" "I'm looking for you." "Where are you?" "Dr. Quinlin and I haven't stopped moving, Michael." "He's an extraordinary man." "You're going to like him." "Now, what happened at the board meeting?" "That's a long story." "Look, we've got a lot to talk..." "Yes, not now, Michael." "I really have to go." "Dr. Quinlin and I have a meeting... with the physicist with whom he worked on the Manhattan Project." "I'll be in touch." "Thank you." "Are they still together?" "Yeah." "Come on." "Well?" "No problems with my clipped consonants?" "You did fine." "Thank you." "I'm sorry, sir." "I didn't mean to interrupt you and the doctor." "Mr. Hower, do you have a problem with Dr. Von Furst and me?" "I don't understand it, sir." "You could have anyone you want." "Dr. Von Furst fills a very special need." "Right now, I want Michael Knight out of the way." "He's dangerous." "I handled him." "With the help of a phone call you handled him." "I want him out of the way." "Soon." "Tonight." "(Marta) Is something wrong?" "(Michael) Oh, I don't know." "Nothing I can put my finger on." "But you talked to him on the phone." "Michael, if something's wrong, please tell me." "Now I'm starting to worry about Dr. Quinlin." "You know, Devon's always accusing me of having an overactive imagination." "I mean what could happen to them, anyway?" "A bad bottle of wine?" "A touch too much tarragon in their veal piccata?" "Will this security project be taking all your time?" "Well, it better not, 'cause I'm already planning on spending some of it with you." "Business, of course." "Not on your life." "Well, I'll have to take Roger along." "The vet said he needs a lot of affirmation before his operation." "Well, that eliminates plane rides, movies and..." "I tell you what." "I'll settle for outdoor cafes and long, quiet walks." "You could be asking for problems, Michael Knight." "That's exactly what I'm doing, Marta Simmons." "I'm asking." "I gotta check in at the vault... make sure the new isotope is resting comfortably." "I will call you as soon as I get out of there." "I'll be waiting." "Good." "(KITT) Michael, we really must talk." "What's up, buddy?" "How do I look?" "What's wrong, aren't you feeling well?" "I feel fine." "I'm asking you how I look." "KITT, you look great." "Same as always." "That's exactly my point." "I never change." "Well, you're only three years old." "I mean, come on, that's pre-Kindergarten." "For a human being, yes, but for an automobile, it's different." "We age more quickly." "Not you, KITT." "You are ageless." "I am?" "You defy time." "I do?" "You do." "Thank you, Michael." "Don't mention it." "Michael." "I've got you, pal!" "All right, full scan the area." "I want to make sure we're not double-Teamed up ahead." "Come on, come on, bring him down!" "I'm trying!" "But the bullets are just bouncing off." "I'm afraid we are Michael." "They've got the road blocked up ahead." "All right, hit it!" "All right, give me all the turbo boost you've got." "Michael, we may not clear." "No choice pal, hit it!" "Michael, I don't understand." "Who would try to kill you?" "Why?" "Good questions, partner." "Wish I had some answers." "Perhaps it's a repercussion from our last assignment." "I don't think so." "There was only one person who knew where we were going and when." "Marta." "You got it." "Okay, guys, let's back off." "We're going to test the detonating tip." "She's all yours." "Ready, Mike?" "Okay, ready now." "Three, two, one, fire." "We're getting closer." "Closer is not good enough!" "It still didn't penetrate." "[Phone ringing]" "Hower." "What do you mean, "he escaped"?" "I told Mr. Nordstrom he was taken care of." "What did you say?" "His car did what?" "[Doorbell rings]" "Who is it?" "Michael Knight, back from the dead." "Open up." "[Crying]" "Michael, thank God you're all right." "Two men." "Right after you left, there was a knock on the door..." "I thought it was you coming back again." "Michael, they asked me where you were going... but when I didn't tell them, one of them hit me." "Come on, sit down, come on." "They hit me." "Roger bit his leg and he kicked him across the room." "It's all right." "No idea who they were or why they wanted to kill me?" "No." "Michael, what's going on?" "I haven't heard from Dr. Quinlin... and now these men are trying to kill you." "Is there something you're not telling me?" "No." "No." "Is there something you're not telling me?" "Why do you feel you even have to ask?" "I don't know Dr. Quinlin." "I barely know you." "But Devon Miles is like a father to me." "If something happens to him..." "Oh, Michael." "I feel exactly the same way about Dr. Quinlin." "Why do you think I'd ever do anything to harm him?" "Okay." "Look, I gotta go." "I guess I don't have to tell you to keep the doors locked." "No, you don't." "I'll call you if anything develops." "Oh, no, not these two again." "Ardell, come here." "Quiet." "Notice the T-Top." "It's the same one we saw before." "Yeah, I know that, but it looks better at dark." "[Beeping]" "I think you're expecting too much." "It's not an oracle." "Hey, Bonnie." "When did you get in?" "Earlier this evening." "I told them not to tell you." "I wanted to surprise you." "Well, you did." "Wait a minute, how did you get past the palm print?" "Devon left orders to include me." "Speaking of Devon, I'm worried about him." "Why?" "I don't know, something's going on here." "I just can't put my finger on it." "Well, he's got a lot on his mind." "He always has a lot on his mind." "It never stopped him from staying in contact before." "Michael, for the sake of the project... give it at least until noon tomorrow." "Because given what we're dealing with, if there's a whisper... of anything irregular and the press gets wind of it..." "I'll be discreet until tomorrow." "In the meantime, you hold down the fort here?" "Okay, I'll see you." "[Bell buzzing]" "I got a way that never fails." "Oh, yeah." "Right through the old windshield." "Right, go for it." "Hit it man, hit it." "(Man) Yo!" "Uh-Uh." "We don't play that game in this neighborhood." "That's that guy that..." "That's the guy they call the Street Avenger, man." "Now I don't want to see your faces again!" "All right." "All right." "Cool." "Cool." "Get!" "Go, man!" "(KITT) Michael, I think you just missed the Street Avenger." "My loss, buddy." "We've got bigger problems." "Devon's got to be somewhere in this city." "I want you to access his Chicago contacts over the last three years." "I want to talk to every single one of them." "That could take all night." "Not if we're lucky, pal." "Not if we're lucky." "Hower tells me your pain threshold is quite high." "I want this secret formula... that makes your Michael Knight car invulnerable... and high threshold or not, I'll get it." "I don't know the complete formula." "No single person does." "I have some background on you." "You are one of three who knows its key components." "All I need is its chemical base to develop a neutralizer." "As you say, I have a high threshold for pain." "And I lack the time to enjoy your discomfort." "An innovative new truth serum." "In some cases it can produce brain damage, but you leave me no choice." "Look, I want to see Hower right now." "I'm not sure he's in." "Make sure he's in, right now." "Tell him I'll be right down." "Get Mr. Nordstrom for me, quick." "I'll save him a trip." "Wait." "Only authorized personnel are allowed on the second floor." "He won't get far, sir." "I promise you." "Mr. Hower assured me the building was secure." "Well, don't feel alone." "He assured me that Devon Miles was perfectly fine." "What makes you think he isn't?" "Probably a wasted night looking in all the wrong places." "And since you pushed that button over there..." "I'll think I'll get right to the point." "I want to see Mr. Miles right now, in the flesh." "And if you don't?" "I'll tear this building apart piece by piece... starting with you." "[Grunting]" "(Hower) Hold it!" "Michael!" "I am so sorry." "I promised to keep in touch and I haven't." "But as you see, things have been so hectic here." "So much to accomplish in so little time." "Well, I trust you've kept yourself occupied?" "Yeah, you could say that." "Good." "Well, Michael, I have so much to tell you." "Really, Mr. Hower, you must learn to be more careful." "[Groaning]" "You weren't worried, were you?" "Of course I was worried." "I thought you'd be interested in seeing this." "I'm not quite as sure as you are that everything is in order." "Devon, I've covered everything." "There's no way of getting into this vault... without passing through three security checks." "We've got the men rotating every four hours to make sure they're alert." "The Cernium 116 seems to be stabilizing... and I've laid out four different exit routes." "Any three can be used as decoys." "I don't doubt your professionalism, Michael." "All I'm saying is that I wish to check everything to my satisfaction." "I couldn't agree more." "116 is far too important to allow... a subordinate to determine security." "If you want to delay the transfer..." "I'll explain it to the Board and back your decision." "How much time will you need?" "A minimum of 24 hours." "Consider it done." "We're due for the consultant's briefing in 15 minutes." "I hate to see a man with half Devon's experience... and only a fraction of his intelligence, question his judgment." "And don't forget, you're on suspension." "If I didn't know better, I'd think Devon Miles... was grandstanding for Miss Jennifer Knight." "Now if he is, he's probably trying to keep FLAG alive." "I don't question that." "I question his style, his attitude." "For a moment there I felt... myself feeling something I've never felt before." "I found myself disliking him." "[Ringing]" "Hello." "Where are we with the contact detonating tip?" "We're making final adjustments now." "She'll be ready in time." "(KITT) Are you still thinking about Devon?" "(Michael) Maybe I'm overreacting." "I mean, he's probably tired, and he's not a kid anymore." "Perhaps I could give him a medical scan." "I do not, however, share your thoughts about age." "Oh, no, you're not gonna start on me about this again, are you?" "No, Michael." "Since you don't wish to discuss that problem with me..." "I intend to continue to work with you during my decline." "As you requested, I checked the police computers." "The semi had been reported stolen..." "And neither the city nor the state..." "Had authorized any road crews on that off-Ramp." "The Board of Directors wants my hide... and now someone else wants my bones." "And by the way, I hope you realize... that if it weren't for your abilities... your turbo boost and your expert tracking radar system..." "I wouldn't have made it over that truck back there." "I'd be talking to you from a cloud right about now." "Thank you, Michael, but how did I look?" "Am I interrupting a family argument?" "I think you just saved us from one." "Then I'll add the eternal triangle to it." "I just received an urgent call from Marta." "Is she all right?" "I don't know." "She simply said she wanted to meet you at Timmons and Fifth Street." "All right, thanks, Bonnie, I'm on my way." "(KITT) There's a taxi approaching on your left, Michael..." "And Marta's in it." "All right." "Hang in there, pal." "I'll be right back." "(Marta) Thank you very much." "What's up?" "I got a call, a man's voice." "He wants to meet you at the end of those abandoned warehouses." "Did he say what about?" "He said there was something about Cernium 116 you should know... before it's too late." "(KITT) Oh, dear." "Bull's-Eye to Target Control, mission accomplished." "You know, you could have just left me a message." "Then you wouldn't have let me come with you." "I still won't." "You're gonna wait right here." "Michael, it could be a trap." "Well, if it is, I got a few surprises for them." "Listen, be careful." "Thanks." "Stay here, okay?" "Okay." "What'd you do, buddy?" "Take a shower?" "Please Michael, no humor." "No humor." "Keep your scanners peeled, pal." "Okay, KITT, scan the area for anything unusual." "I'm getting a false reading from my scanners, Michael." "There must be a huge, unshielded electrical system nearby." "All right, try the heat sensors." "Varying temperatures, Michael." "We're sitting on underground steam lines." "All right, I'm going to slow down a little bit here." "KITT, do the best you can, 'cause I'm still going in." "I was afraid of that." "Michael, I've picked up something." "I can't read it." "[Beeping]" "[Tires screeching]" "What was that?" "It's a huge armored vehicle." "All right, give me a damage report." "Rear stabilizer's out." "Traction control nonfunctional." "Michael, we're no longer protected by the molecular bonded shell." "That's impossible!" "Michael, we're losing power." "Michael, we're virtually defenseless." "Abandon ship and save yourself." "Not a chance, pal." "We'll use what we got left." "[Beeping]" "(Bonnie) Michael!" "Michael, are you all right?" "Bonnie?" "[Whispers] Yeah, I'm okay." "Are you sure?" "I'm all right." "I'm all right." "What happened?" "KITT's..." "We..." "He'll be okay." "You just fix him." "You always fix him up real good." "Don't worry, KITT, she'll fix you up, buddy." "Let's get out of here." "KITT?" "KITT, you all right?" "KITT?" "KITT, talk to me!" "Talk to me!"