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Ladies and gentlemen, one of our drivers will now try...
So go complain to your agent, huh?
- [Murmuring] - [Car Rewing]
It's over there! It's gonna go off any second!
- Stop! - Where's the bomb?
Yours, Dad. Well, then how come you're hiring me a driver?
Maybe not.
Good. This sucker will make my quota.
We could set my wheels on fire and do a jump. At night it could be quite spectacular, don't you think?
L-I'd like...
So now I'm here. We talk. The price? Maybe triple. You get my point?
I said, "No."
Do I look crazy or something?
Yeah, I know. He's got a lot of talent.
Hello. Oh, yes. I certainly will.
Oh. Very perceptive today, Michael.
Anything you can think of, I'm sure I can perform.
[Siren Continues]
Let's get back to work, huh? Sure.
Oh, I'm Michael Knight. I'm your new driver.
- Who says? - Well, I did, sort of.
Where's the bomb?
How much longer are you going to insist on reveling in chaos and destruction?
Thanks a lot.
You know, if you join up with us, could be real tough, you learning them routines.
a jump over two moving vehicles.
- That a firm maybe? - Maybe.
[Tires Squealing]
Yeah. It almost all belongs to the bank too.
Why are you so rough on him?
I don't think I can explain it so you'd understand.
I see. Well, listening to you explain that to the police officer should be quite fascinating.
Daredevil driver Michael Knight...
who does not exist.
You know, Mike, with this new stunt you're performing,
It's gotta be Mario. That's it. Let's go get him.!
may be trying to meet his daily ticket quota in a somewhat irregular manner.
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So you see he has an accident, a nice fatal accident...
Where? The transformer. It's under the stands near Section E.
Michael Knight, a young loner...
And I don't care.